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(dark foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music) (victim breathing heavily)

(wind howling)

(siren wailing)

(soft foreboding music)

- You wanna turn off your engine, sir?

- Yeah, but-

- I said turn off the engine.

License and registration please.

- Are you fuckin' joking?

- I look the joking type?

Thank you.

I'm gonna have to ask you to step outta the car, sir.

- Did I do somethin' wrong?

- Step outta the car.

- Oh c'mon, man.

- Hold up.

- [Gladys] This is Gladys.

I ran the plates you requested

on the black Lincoln Continental.

- You stay put.

- [Gladys] Over.

- I'll be right back.

(soft foreboding music)

Gladys, it's Baxter.

What do you got for me?

Over.

Roger that.

And thanks, Gladys.

Now there, Carl.

There you go, son.

Say, I'm just curious.

You left handed or right handed, boy?

- What?

- Earlier, you hand me the papers with your right hand.

- Okay.

- Just now you took 'em with your left hand.

- (sighs) Is it against the law?

- No, it is not.

But it is an observation though.

I'm gonna let you go.

You be sure to watch your speed, huh?

(dark foreboding music)

(victim wincing) (wind howling)

(hand banging)

(body thudding)

(fist bashing)

(Bunnyman grunting)

(fist bashing) (victim grunting)

(wind howling)

(bag dragging)

(Bunnyman grunting)

(soft foreboding music)

I'm too old for this shit. (scoffs)

(soft foreboding music)

Put your damn hands in the air.

I ain't gonna ask you twice.

Step away from the kid, nice and slow-like.

(dark intriguing music)

I'm gonna give you to the count of three.

One,

two.

(car smacking)

- Michael, get in the fuckin' car now.

(dark foreboding music)

(intense foreboding music)

(gun blasting)

(soft foreboding music)

(crow cawing)

(dark mysterious music)

(dark foreboding music)

(gun cocking)

(dark intriguing music) (door clacking)

(dark mystical music)

(dark foreboding music)

(wind howling)

(wagon rattling)

(eerie laughing)

(dark reverent music)

(dark foreboding music)

(furniture smashing)

(soft somber music)

(dark intriguing music) (children laughing)

- [Jacob] Now let's turn around.

- Jacob.

(soft somber music) (crickets chirping)

Jacob, what's in your lap?

Jacob.

What's in your lap?

- Why you always gotta pick on Jacob?

He's fuckin' harmless.

Look at him.

- That's where you're wrong.

He's weak.

He's physically weak

and he's weak in the head.

He's the one that keeps leavin' the fuckin' gate open

and jeopardizing the haunt.

I'm not goin' down for some fuckin' retard.

(soft foreboding music) (crickets chirping)

Motherfucker.

What is this shit?

- Lemme see.

Jacob,

who're these people?

- Family.

- Jacob, these people aren't your family.

This ain't us.

It's never gonna be us.

- See?

You ashamed of us, Jacob?

Lemme tell you somethin', Jacob.

We are all you got.

We are all you're ever gonna get.

Do you understand me, Jacob?

And the sooner you realize this,

the sooner you get it through your thick fucking skull

that these people are not your family.

Do you understand, Jacob?

Do you fucking get me?

(hand banging)

You're not right in the head, Jacob!

Do you underfuckin'stand?

- Hey!

I got an idea.

Why don't we go out tonight?

I got a plan.

- (sighs) I don't know.

- Fuck it.

I gotta get outta here and

we can even see if Michael's still got it.

(crickets chirping)

- All right.

Let's do it.

Get the car ready.

You gonna watch the house?

- Yeah, sure.

- Good.

(crickets chirping)

(head banging)

(Jacob whimpering)

- You think this is funny, Jacob?

(bangs) I asked you a question.

Do you think this is funny?

- No. No, sir.

- Because if you fuck this up,

I will beat the black out you, boy.

- Okay!

Okay, okay.

(crickets chirping)

(dark foreboding music)

- [Reporter] In other news,

the latest victim was found early Friday morning

by a local farmer.

The child's body was beheaded

and discarded along interstate Route 41.

The recovery of this latest victim

marks the 12th child to be brutally murdered

within the last month.

With the large amount of victims in one isolated area,

authorities are hoping to close in

on where they believe the serial killer may be hiding.

Authorities are asking for the general public

to come forward with any information they may have

in the hope to solving the case

before any more victims are found.

And now, for the weather.

(dark intriguing music)

(crickets chirping)

(dark foreboding music)

(guns cocking)

(doors slamming)

(dark reverent music)

(campers laughing)

- [Camper] Oh, I got one side.

- [Camper] I'm never gonna sleep with all that sugar.

(crickets chirping)

- See?

I still know how to have fun.

You flank 'em from the right, I'ma go from the left.

Wait for my signal.

When I blow the horn twice, you get 'em.

(crickets chirping)

- Goodnight, girls. - Night.

- [Camper] Have fun.

(dark foreboding music)

- (chuckles) I don't always get too.

(campers chuckling)

Oh, I got one.

(soft foreboding music) (crickets chirping)

(horn blaring)

(horn blaring)

(horn blaring)

(horn blaring)

- We're the only ones out here.

(dark foreboding music) (horn blaring)

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Go. - Melanie?

Melanie, run!

Oh my god, go, go!

Melanie.

Run!

Melanie!

(intense foreboding music)

Melanie! (breathes heavily)

(camper gasping)

(spear stabbing) (blood spurting)

(dark foreboding music) (camper wincing)

(spear thudding) (crickets chirping)

(camper weeping)

- Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna get you some help.

Are you okay? (weeps)

(soft foreboding music) (Bunnyman breathing heavily)

(camper weeping)

(soft somber music) (camper weeping)

(campers weeping)

(soft foreboding music) (van engine roaring)

(campers weeping)

- Don't play with that.

- Why?

- 'Cause you'll go blind.

Now when we get back and we're not with the girls,

I want you to watch Michael.

I don't know what's goin' through his head,

but I don't think we can trust him.

I'm serious.

We need to keep him on a leash.

- I know, I hear you.

(van thudding)

What the fuck?

(hand smacking)

Damn, is she dead?

- See, this is the kinda shit I'm talkin' about.

- So angry.

- (sighs) When we get back,

get Jacob to clean up the body.

That'll teach him some responsibility.

- I heard that.

- Michael, when we get back,

you and Jacob are gonna clean up that body.

You understand?

Motherfucker. (sighs)

(dark foreboding music)

(soft foreboding music) (crickets chirping)

(hand thudding) (campers sobbing)

- Why are you doing this?

Please help us.

Please. - Can you just let us go?

- You gonna help us? (weeps)

Please just let us go.

Please. (weeps)

We'll give you a hand if you can help us.

Please. - Just get us outta here.

(both sobbing)

(crickets chirping)

(wood grinding)

(body thudding)

(water splashing)

- [Jessica] (shrieks) Help me.

Please help me. (gurgles)

Help me, please.

Please help me.

I'm down here.

I don't wanna die.

(weeps) I don't wanna die.

- What do we do?

What do we do?

You try and climb out.

- [Jessica] (coughs) Please.

Help me out. (weeps)

(rock smashing) (water splashing)

(crickets chirping)

(film reel whirring)

- Everyone knows of the one and only Bunnyman.

- Who the fuck is Bunnyman?

- It's fuckin' Michael, all right?

I'm callin' him Bunnyman now.

So if you could shut the fuck up,

I'm gonna finish my speech.

Why we gotta do a speech anyway?

- Because you have to practice before the haunt.

I don't want you sulks to be fucking awkward

in front of these people.

Who the fuck is Bunnyman anyway?

- I don't know. I don't fuckin' care, all right?

But what I do know is

(both weeping)

even the deaf kids in Guadalajara

have heard the rumors about him. (chuckles)

- No.

(both weeping)

- He's coming back home now.

He's been travelin' all around the world for months on end,

pickin' up all the bad habits

from all the criminals around the world.

Nobody knows how many people he's killed.

Nobody.

And I mean nobody is brave enough

to ask him.

(John chuckling)

- How many have you killed?

(dark foreboding music)

- [Michael] Hey!

Cover your eyes and your ears because yes,

yes, the rumors are true.

What you're about to see can't be unseen.

(dark foreboding music)

(Carl laughing maniacally)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you the birth of Bunnyman.

(dark foreboding music)

- Hey Michael.

You look like a chicken nugget.

(John laughing)

- (chuckles) Yeah, he does.

He does.

(chair banging) (both laughing)

You're just like extra crispy.

- This shit's nasty.

His skin's all flakin' off and shit.

(both laughing)

- [Carl] Oh, Michael's gettin' mad.

- What're you gonna do, motherfucker?

(dark foreboding music)

(both laughing)

What happened?

What'd we do?

- You know Michael.

He just needs to blow off some steam.

He'll be back.

(film reel whirring)

(dark foreboding music)

(stool clacking) (both weeping)

- All right, you have two options:

option A and option B.

Option A:

you drink this water

or

You let those spiders crawl

all

over

ya. (laughs)

So what's it gonna be,

water

(both weeping)

or spiders?

Did I tell you 'bout makin' decisions?

Huh, huh?

What you don't pick on,

I will make you do both.

(both weeping)

Water

or spiders?

(dark foreboding music)

- The water.

The water. - You sure?

(both weeping)

(dark foreboding music)

(Carl drowned out by music)

- Oh god.

(dark foreboding music) (skin sizzling)

(blood splattering) (camper weeping)

(dark foreboding music)

(shrieks) Oh god.

Oh god. - You're so pretty, ain't ya?

- [Camper] No.

- Say it!

For you, sweetheart.

What's it gonna be,

water (chuckles maniacally)

or

Let the spiders crawl

on

You?

(dark foreboding music) (camper weeping)

- The spiders.

- All right.

(dark foreboding music) (camper weeping)

- Oh god.

Oh god. (weeps)

♪ The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun and dried up all the rain ♪

♪ And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again ♪

(dark foreboding music) (camper weeping)

- Now what?

Huh?

(gun cocking)

(camper wincing)

(gun blasting)

Jacob?

(dark intriguing music)

(birds chirping)

- Jack, I don't know.

I don't think it's smart to just randomly show up

and go through people's stuff.

- Look, we're lost.

If I keep drivin' around in circles,

we're gonna run outta gas.

Besides, maybe there's somebody here that can help.

- [Friend] Well I think it's a bad idea.

- I think it's a great idea.

C'mon, it'll be fun.

(wind howling)

You comin' or what?

(soft foreboding music) (rope creaking)

(cage squeaking)

- Do you think people live here?

- [Friend] God, I hope not.

- Rachel, stop touching everything.

You're gonna break something.

Come on.

(glass shattering)

- [Friend] Hey guys, check this out.

(soft foreboding music)

- It's not even scary.

(intense foreboding music) (Rachel shrieking)

(handle thudding) (friend wincing)

(intense foreboding music) (both shrieking)

(head smacking)

(intense foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music) (friend wincing)

(shovel bashing) (Bunnyman grunting)

(shovel bashing) (Bunnyman grunting)

(dark foreboding music)

(shovel grinding)

(both grunting)

- You guys okay?

- You have to help us.

There's someone in there

and this guy and her friend and the elevator.

- [Carl] Calm down.

What's goin' on?

- There's someone tryin' to kill us.

- Yeah, me.

(knife stabbing) (Rachel wincing)

(foot bashing)

(soft foreboding music) (wind howling)

(friend gasping)

(heartbeat thumping)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(soft foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music) (chainsaw buzzing)

(knife stabbing) (friend grunting)

(dark mystical music)

(eerie laughing)

(eerie foreboding music)

(dark industrial music)

(crow cawing) (wolf howling)

♪ Ooh yeah ♪

(victim moaning pleasurably)

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ And at your will ♪

♪ All the machinery ♪

♪ Is standing still ♪

♪ You walk and stand ♪

♪ Eight hours a day ♪

♪ Your strong arms ♪

♪ Push the metal easily ♪

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ And at your will ♪

♪ All the machinery ♪

♪ Is standing still ♪

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ And at your will ♪

♪ All the machinery ♪

♪ Is standing still ♪

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ The machinist of joy ♪

♪ The machinist ♪

♪ The machinist of joy ♪

♪ Du bist der maschinist ♪

♪ Der maschinist der freude ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ Du bist der maschinist ♪

(motorcycle engine roaring)

♪ Der maschinist der freude ♪

(tiger growling)

(gun cocking)

(gun blasting)

♪ Body and mind are in strong condition ♪

♪ You lift your tools in every position ♪

♪ Sufficient experience and mechanical skills ♪

♪ No pain, no gain ♪

♪ To pay the bills ♪

(victim laughing maniacally) (neck tearing)

(dark industrial music)

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ And at your will ♪

♪ All the machinery ♪

♪ Is standing still ♪

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ And at your will ♪

♪ All the machinery ♪

♪ Is standing still ♪

(Bunnyman whistling)

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ The machinist of joy ♪

♪ You are the machinist ♪

♪ The machinist of joy ♪ (Bunny gasping)

(fists bashing)

♪ Du bist der maschinist ♪

♪ Der maschinist der freude ♪

♪ Du bist der maschinist ♪

♪ Der maschinist der freude ♪

(fists bashing)

♪ You are the machinist ♪

(dark booming)

(wind howling)

(rope creaking)

(lanterns squeaking)

(dark mystical music)

(rope creaking) (wind howling)

(dark mysterious music)

(wind howling)

(intense foreboding music)

(knife slicing) (blood spurting)

(body thudding)

(dark reverent music)

- ladies and gentlemen,

as a man who's seen it all and tells it all,

I've been sworn to you to tell you nothing but the truth.

And I can honestly say this is a chance of a lifetime

to witness the dark mysteries of the unknown. (laughs)

- Can we get two tickets please?

Excuse me, can we get two tickets please?

- $20.

- 20 bucks.

(people chattering)

Thank you.

Where do we go?

- Enjoy.

- You may think you've seen the bazaar.

You may think you've seen the unknown.

But I swear to you

you have never seen anything

as unholy,

as inhuman

(chuckles) as the half-human, half-bunny.

All hideous monster lurking inside of our haunted house.

You're gonna need this.

(crickets chirping)

(dark haunting music)

(ropes creaking)

The only half-man, half-bunny,

Bunnyman.

(grunts) Fuck off, kid.

(soft foreboding music) (owl hooting)

What do you want, you little twerp?

Hmm?

Oh, so you don't talk?

Seriously, you piece of shit.

Get the fuck outta here

before I bash your little skull against the wall

and watch your brain leak out your ears.

Or maybe I'll just

put you in my trash bag and throw you away,

then your mommy will never be able to find you.

(boy sniffling)

- Are you okay, honey?

- No.

- We're never coming back here again.

- Okay.

Bye.

Anyways, ladies and gentlemen.

(soft haunting music) (lights flickering)

- (sighs) It's locked.

(hands banging)

- (knocks) Hello.

(hands banging) (lights flickering)

(hands banging)

- (knocks) Can you open the door?

(dark foreboding music) (knuckles knocking)

This is so stupid.

(knuckles knocking)

(dark foreboding music) (floor creaking)

(hand banging) (knuckles knocking)

Hello?

Hello. - Hello?

(dark foreboding music) (lights flickering)

- Somebody open the door.

Can you let us out?

Can anybody hear us?

Hello.

(eerie foreboding music)

Hello.

- Is that a fake chainsaw you got?

(chainsaw buzzing) (dark foreboding music)

Oh what're you gonna do, cut my fingers off?

(chainsaw buzzing)

(friend shrieking)

(intense foreboding music) (chainsaw buzzing)

(chainsaw rumbling) (lights flickering)

(intense foreboding music) (hands banging)

(chainsaw buzzing)

- Help!

(victim shrieking)

(chainsaw rumbling) (victim weeping)

(dark foreboding music)

(victim shrieking)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(dark reverent music)

(chainsaw buzzing)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you

the one,

the only- - Run away!

They're tryin' to kill us!

Run away!

- Shh.

- They're tryin' to kill us! (shrieks)

- Shut the fuck up.

Shut up now! - Run away!

They're tryin' to kill us! - Hey everybody.

All under control. - (screams) Run away!

- You shut up right now! - He's tryin' to kill us!

To kill us!

He's tryin'! (gun blasting)

(crowd shrieking)

- [Guest] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Let's go.

(crowd shrieking)

- Fuck.

- What the fuck?

- I don't fuckin' know.

- Carl, inside now.

Get inside.

(Carl sighing)

- Jacob.

(crickets chirping)

Jacob, not right now.

- So we're gonna have to pack up and and leave town?

- Oh look, it's tryin' to think.

- John, man.

What're we gonna do?

- I'ma tell you what we're gonna do.

We're gonna pack up as much shit as we can carry

and get the fuck outta town.

That's what we're gonna do.

And I don't need to tell you

it takes at least a week to pack up the trucks

which means we're gonna lose

thousands of dollars in equipment.

We had a good thing going here

and I for one am fuckin' pissed 'cause we gotta leave

because of that retarded motherfucker.

And you, we shoulda never let you come back.

You jeopardized all our lives

and cost us thousands of dollars

just because of your fuckin' anger issues.

What are you gonna do, motherfucker?

- Hey John, relax, all right?

How much time do we have left?

- I say we got about 20 minutes,

then it's every man for themselves.

- What do you mean?

- Do I have to fuckin' spell it out for you?

We go our separate ways.

That's it, pure and simple.

But first, I want this motherfucker

to be held accountable for what he did.

- Take Michael outside.

- But.

- Jacob.

Sorry, but you gotta leave your home

and find a new place to live.

Don't worry, you'll figure it out.

But right now, I really need you to take Michael outside.

Jacob!

Take Michael outside.

- This ain't over.

This ain't over by a long shot.

You better watch your fuckin' back.

Next time we come, you better be fuckin' prepared.

(dark foreboding music) (gun cocking)

- Jacob, get Michael outta here.

C'mon, police are comin'.

Hurry the fuck up.

C'mon, get outta here.

(dark foreboding music)

- This is the most dysfunctional goddamn family I know.

We have to kill Michael.

We need to kill Michael here and now.

Hopefully the cops will pin this shit on him

and take some heat off us.

- Yeah, but he's been- - It's the only way.

I mean he fucked up and put us all in jeopardy.

I mean now we'll be lucky

if we're not runnin' for the rest of our goddamn lives

because of this motherfucker.

It's over.

(car engine rumbling)

(dark foreboding music)

(Jacob grunting)

(soft foreboding music)

(soft somber music)

- They gonna kill you.

You can't stay here no more.

You promise me you

find a place in the wood

and you have a good life.

You won't harm my brothers

and they won't harm you. (sniffles)

You promise me?

Goodbye, my friend.

- Jacob?

Jacob, where's Michael goin'?

(soft foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music)

Where's Michael goin'?

- I don't know.

- Bullshit.

Come here.

- But I-

- Jacob, get your ass over here now!

(dark foreboding music) (John breathing heavily)

(Jacob whimpering)

(gun blasting)

- Fuck.

(Jacob wincing)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jacob didn't deserve to die.

- Fuck Jacob.

(Jacob wincing)

(soft foreboding music) (car engine rumbling)

Come on, motherfucker!

We're right here!

Where you gonna go?

We're all you got.

Step out the car!

(dark foreboding music)

(door banging) (car engine rumbling)

- [Jacob] You won't harm my brothers

and they won't harm you.

You promise me?

(glove squeaking)

Goodbye, my friend.

(car engine roaring)

- Shall we follow him?

- Nah.

We're goin' to the mountains.

The junkyard's all he knows.

(car engine roaring)

(dark reverent music)

(wind howling)

(gate creaking)

(dark foreboding music)

(gun cocking)

(gun cocking)

(wind howling) (birds chirping)

(dark foreboding music)

(birds chirping)

(dark foreboding music) (wind howling)

(birds chirping)

(dark foreboding music)

(door banging)

(floor creaking)

(dark mysterious music)

(wind howling)

(gun blasting)

(Carl wincing)

- Fuck. (winces)

(dark foreboding music)

(wind howling)

(gun blasting)

(gun blasting)

(fan squeaking) (wind howling)

(fan squeaking)

(dark foreboding music)

(gun blasting) (John grunting)

(gun cocking)

(gun blasting) (John grunting)

(soft foreboding music) (John breathing heavily)

(John grunting)

(dark foreboding music)

(door banging)

(door creaking)

(intense foreboding music)

(sink smacking)

(dark foreboding music)

(sink bashing)

- Come on, fucker.

(sink bashing)

Fucker.

(sink bashing)

(sink bashing)

(sink bashing)

(dark foreboding music) (sink bashing)

(soft foreboding music) (Carl grunting)

(intense foreboding music)

(tires screeching)

(dark foreboding music)

(intense foreboding music)

(tires screeching)

(car engine roaring) (car smashing)

- Fuckin' shit!

(intense foreboding music)

(car smashing) (Carl grunting)

(van engine roaring) (tires screeching)

(van engine whirring)

(van crashing) (horn honking)

(gasoline trickling)

(dark foreboding music)

(Carl breathing heavily)

What the fuck?

(dark foreboding music) (gasoline trickling)

(Carl wincing)

(Carl wincing)

(fire crackling)

(dark reverent music)

(dark foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music) (siren wailing)

(soft serene music)

(Michael breathing heavily) (wind chimes tinkling)

(Michael laughing)

(mother breathing heavily)

(wind howling)

- [Mother] (breathes heavily) It's okay.

It's okay.

Everything will be all right.

They can't hurt you anymore.

And slowly but surely,

the feelings will go away

forever

and ever.

Forever

and ever.

(soft poignant music)

(soft carnival music)

(people chattering)

(children chuckling)

(audience cheering)

(bell dinging) (audience shouting)

- [Commentator] Our main event of the evening.

10 rounds.

(dog whimpering)

(dog barking) (people shouting)

(eerie foreboding music)

(soft reverent music)

(wind howling)