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- That's not the way to do it, you know.

- What do you mean?

Dad?

Dad, is that you?

- Remember that day?

You were so happy, so happy here.

- I look happy, yeah, but now I don't remember,

those days at the beach all kind of blur into one, you know.

- Yeah, it was one of those rare days

that your dad was home, he took the photo.

Mobiles didn't have cameras back then,

you had to send them off to get them developed.

- All right, Grandma.

- I'm just saying,

you couldn't take 1000 selfies

to get the perfect one like you can now.

And no filters either.

- I've seen your Instagram thirst straps.

You're a huge fan of filters now.

- Well, what can I say? My DMs were on fire.

Maybe you should try it,

get a bit of male attention for once in your life.

- I'll keep quiet that those bikini pics

are from 2008, yeah?

- Oh yeah, yeah.

Don't go telling the world your mum's secrets.

According to my Insta, we're sisters.

What's got into you today?

I mean, even by your standards,

you look like someone's pissed on your chips.

- Do you want a cup of tea?

- What do you want?

You never offer to make tea.

- You got me.

- Oh, you're not pregnant, are you?

- Oh, as if!

- Oh, thank fuck for that.

Right, come on, spit it out.

Elton's on his way over and I need to get my slap on

and get out of these fat housewife clothes.

- Okay.

Look...

I'm gonna go back to uni, not for long.

But you know, I need to finish this term at least,

or I'm gonna fail.

Look, I'm sorry.

- Well, isn't everything online these days?

I mean, you can just do it from home.

- I wish it was, but my course, you know, it's hands on.

- Whose hands, is this what this is about, some boy?

- Mum, stop it. You'll be fine.

- Oh, I'll be fine, will I?

Oh, I didn't know you were studying something useful

like psychiatry now.

- Mum, stop it, don't do this, please.

- Do what?

What, you think that I like calling my daughter for help

when I'm lying on the bathroom floor

in a pool of my own blood?

What, you think that was just for attention?

- That won't happen again.

Look, I know you, you're stronger than you think you are.

You raised me pretty much single-handedly.

You're a strong independent woman.

- I'm not fucking Beyonce.

- You're dating, you've got friends.

You're the star at the local karaoke,

even though you're pretty fucking far from being Beyonce.

Look.

I'll be back by the summer,

you know, for like three months.

And until then, I'm only a phone call away.

So if you ever wanna talk, I'll be there for you,

day or night, come on.

- So you're pissing off to uni now, are you?

- No, Mum, I'm not pissing off.

I'm going tomorrow. Bag's packed, train's booked.

I'm gonna go meet Holly for a coffee, but I'll be back later

and we can get a takeaway or something.

Get a bottle of wine.

- Fucking Holly.

What's that woke idiot up to, saving the gay dolphins?

- I'll tell her you say hi.

- Yeah, well, don't bother coming back.

Elton will be banging my brains out tonight.

- Geez, Mum, too much information.

- Come on, Frankie, I don't mean it.

You'll like Elton, I promise,

he's really funny when you get to know him.

- I'm sure he is.

- Always running away from your responsibilities

one way or another.

You're as bad as your fucking dad!

Frankie.

Frankie baby, please don't do this.

Please, you just don't understand!

- Rah!

I didn't scare you, did I?

- No.

- Is your mum in?

- Yeah, she's expecting you.

- Have I done something to upset you?

Is everything all right, sweetheart?

- Don't call me sweetheart.

- I know you don't trust me,

but I have only got your mum's best interests at heart.

- She's single, you're single.

None of my business, is it?

Just don't fuck her over, yeah?

- She's stronger than she looks, you know.

- That's still no excuse to fuck someone over.

- All right, all right, geez!

- Cheer up, love, might never happen.

You know what you need?

You need to get your laughing gear round this.

Oi, I'm talking to you, sweetheart.

On the house, such a pretty girl.

- You're dripping, mate.

- Oi, I'll see you around, yeah?

- So go on, spill it.

Your updates on the socials

have been sparse to say the least.

- It's different.

- Thanks.

Thanks for the update, vague book.

- I don't know what to tell you.

The people are nice, mostly,

some of them are a bit fucking posh, of course.

- How's the boys?

- They're also different.

Very different from the boys around here.

- Oh, lucky you.

How's your course?

- Um, it's going great, yeah.

Well, I mean it was until I missed my last three weeks,

but yeah.

- How's your mum doing?

- Um...

She, ah, she says hi,

but yeah, she's okay, I think, I hope.

Um, she's got a new boyfriend at least.

- Oh, good for her.

- He's Dave Jameson's dad.

- That dickhead. - Do you know him?

- He works for the council, that's all.

Had a few run-ins with them.

- Still trying to change the world, eh?

- Just this tiny, shitty corner of it.

- So who fancies the special, Bob's fresh sausages?

I can even batter them for you.

- No, mate, we're vegans.

- Well, sod you then.

- Men, always trying to show us their meat.

- Hol,

ignore him.

I am sorry, you know.

- I was worried.

Everyone was worried, especially after...

You're not the only person to vanish in this town

and never be seen again.

- This place, it gets a hold on you,

drags you down, I needed to go and not look back.

- And not even tell your best mate?

- I couldn't tell anyone.

My mum, if she knew what I planned,

she'd find a way to stop me somehow.

You're not gonna get

any signal around here, you know that, right?

- Yeah.

- And it's got worse.

Bunch of fucking yokels burnt down the wireless tower.

You know, the one on the green.

- What, why?

- Some rumor went round that it was infecting people

with 5G radiation or something, melting people's brains.

- I swear everyone over the age of 40

is in some sort of like weird cult.

My mum's the same, she's always on about

how they're out to try and get her,

but she never says who they are.

- It's probably the outsiders, you know,

with their fancy ways, university education.

This place makes me want to scream like that sometimes.

- You should do, let it all out.

- Remember when we used to do that,

scream with joy as we ran out into the ocean?

- Pretty sure that was just the cold,

or the sewage.

- Your mum's new boyfriend's on the committee

that blocked our objections to the waste treatment plant.

He's basically the mayor from "Jaws,"

except the shark is like a giant turd.

- I do miss it, you know,

the sea,

its vastness,

constant changing.

Even if it is just a sea of human shit.

- That's the most poetic thing

I've ever heard you say.

Don't keep me in the dark next time, yeah?

- Yeah.

- No more secrets.

No more running away.

- Okay.

I promise.

- So we never gave you a proper send off

the first time, so let's do one now.

Bright lights, big city, it's gonna be lit.

- So karaoke at the Fox and Hounds?

- Oh well, Rosie and the Hare.

Shut until the summer, Rowans closed down last year

and The Ship burnt down in a insurance scam, so.

- So karaoke at the Fox and Hounds.

You know, I hate that place.

We can do drinks over Zoom or whatever.

But I've gotta go and see my mum.

I can't leave her on bad vibes again.

Yeah? - All right.

Look after yourself.

See you.

- Watch where you're going, whore!

- Fuck!

- It's you.

I thought you were long fucking gone.

- You don't know me.

- Oh, I know you all right.

I know your mother, don't I?

I knew your dad.

- Come on, Frankie, let's leave this pisshead to it.

- You're making a big fucking mistake coming back.

You want my advice?

- No, she doesn't.

- Get out while you can.

Now, the pair of you, you know what this is?

It's an omen, a fucking portent.

- Leave us the fuck alone or we'll call the police.

- Fat lot of good they'll do.

You girls heard of Mr. Punch, right?

You heard what he does to girls like you?

- Listen, mate, we're not scared of you,

we're not gonna shag you

and we're not gonna give you money for crack,

so you can piss your pants in the street for all I care.

Just don't come near us again, yeah?

And take your feathered fuck doll with you as well.

- It's a fucking omen!

- Thanks.

Here, take this.

- Thanks.

- You okay?

- Just shit me up a bit, you know, that's all.

Did you know that man?

He seemed to know me.

- He's always under the pier doing meth or crack

or whatever the fuck those guys do under there.

I tried to help them before with soup and stuff,

but they told me to piss off.

- But what he said about, you know, omens,

like that was scary shit.

- Well, the thing is, he's not wrong.

Seagulls are what are known as a sentinel species,

because they're the top of the food chain.

You see one of them dead,

you know there's a big fuck up further down the ecosystem.

I'm not helping here, am I?

- No.

- Look, it's what happens when you spend too long here.

It'll be me in 50 years.

- Did your, ah, did your parents ever tell you about that,

you know, Mr. Punch?

- When I was a kid, yeah.

- He-he mentioned him.

- So what?

Parents have been trying to scare their kids

with Mr. Punch for like forever.

He's bullshit.

He's Santa Claus to teenagers.

- He's the bogeyman, that's what he is.

When I was your age, we used to dare ourselves

to go down to the end of the pier at night, alone.

That's where they said we'd find him

and his big,

fat,

club.

- Please don't, I was scared shitless of Mr. Punch as a kid.

I couldn't even watch him on the puppet shows

at the sea front.

- Good job you didn't, love.

The last guy to do the Punch and Judy show here,

he got arrested, pedo, total nonce.

- See, plenty enough real monsters in this world

without having to invent new ones.

- All right?

You girls heard about

my legendary Morrissey impersonation then?

What, you don't like the greatest songwriter

of his generation?

Well, I do a mean Ted Sheeran, bit of Billy Eyelash.

You girls are here for the karaoke, right?

- Oh yeah, I mean, you should hear him.

He's pretty good with voices.

Thanks, babe.

- Mum, I am, you know, sorry about earlier.

- What about, well what happened earlier?

- No, nothing.

- Hey, can we have our usual please, Babs,

whatever the two girls are having

and a large one for yourself?

- Sure thing, babes.

- Oh, we'd love to stay, Councilor Jameson,

but me and Frankie were just leaving.

Got a good night planned.

- More gay dolphins to save, Miss Manson?

- Dolphins are pansexual actually.

- Well, we won't cramp your style.

Although you young uns, you don't know how to get on it

like we used to, do they, babe?

- We used to go to all the illegal raves,

you know, big fish, little fish, cardboard boxes.

Yeah, well, you don't get that on TikTok, do you?

- Hol, let's go.

- You don't want these drinks? Okay.

Cheers, babe.

- Cheers.

- Yeah, you know, he was fucking weird that guy.

- I know. - You know.

- So where's this party at then?

- Well, you know, I thought we could get some tinnies.

You remember, like we were 13 again, down there?

- We can do better than that.

Low key better than that.

Let's go see the boys.

- Really?

- Come on, they've missed you, Daryl in particular.

- What, is he gonna be there?

- Where else is he gonna be? Come on.

- I should have known you'd come for me eventually.

You're too late anyway.

I've told the girls to get out.

Any luck,

they take this crazy old man's advice.

I gave them the warning I should have given-

- Oi, oi. - All right, Rolo.

- Can't complain, you know, babes, can't complain.

Who's your friend?

- Frankie, you fucking dickhead, who'd you think it was?

- Wankie Frankie. - Wankie Frankie.

- You all right, babes? - Yeah.

- Haven't seen you round here in a while.

Thought she'd done a disappearing act like every other cunt

who thinks they're too good for this place, eh?

- Just back for one night, that's all.

- Oh, you look fucking freezing, babe.

Wanna jump in the back of the Rolo mobile for a bit?

- I haven't got any dumber since I've been away.

I'm still not gonna fuck you

on the pile of McDonald's wrappers you've got back there.

- Um, does Dazzler know you're back?

- He doesn't.

- Well, he fucking does now, doesn't he?

- Hey.

- Can we talk?

- What, so shall I talk first then?

- You're the one who wanted to talk.

- Okay, I get it, you fucking hate me.

- I don't hate you.

- So what is it then? - I don't know.

- I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye.

I know that.

- Hm.

- I know how much that hurts.

My dad did the same to me.

Running away must run in the family.

Fuck's sake. Good talking to you anyway.

- Yeah.

- Goodbye for good this time.

So.

Dazzler,

you giving us a lift or what?

- Where?

- No, Hol, I'm going. - So what's gonna happen

is Daryl's gonna take us to an all night garage,

we're gonna get some cans and then we're going to a party.

- What party?

- Come on, fasten your seatbelts, both of you.

It's gonna be lit.

- No, it's not 'cause I'm not going fucking anywhere.

- I'm not going, especially with him.

- What the fuck?

- Who are these people?

- They're the first canaries of gentrification.

They want to open a vegan cafe

where Dirty Dave's chip shop used to be,

you know, before the incident.

- What, I go away for two minutes and this happens?

- Hol!

- Hey, lovely.

Oh, ah, this is Justin and this is Tamaryn.

Guys, this is Frankie, my old best mate.

Well, she's still my best mate, she just went away for uni.

- Oh, cool, whereabouts?

- Um, Loughborough, yeah, doing art.

- That is so cool, I'm a sculptor myself,

working with found objects.

I call it decolonizing the detritus

of the maritime patriarchy.

- And I call it collecting shit from the beach.

- What about you, what's your ah, medium of choice?

- I like painting, you know.

- Fascinating.

We should go for a drink?

Maybe take some peyote, chat about art,

what it means to us, et cetera?

- Yeah, maybe later.

- You girls had one of these?

- Thanks.

- Go on.

They're free, don't worry.

Justin got them from Amsterdam.

Come on, Justin.

I'm sure these girls have got loads to catch up on.

- Yeah, sure, I'll speak to you in a bit, ladies.

- So what do you think?

- To what?

- You know.

- What, him?

- And the girl.

They're a couple, but they're poly.

They've asked me to do a threesome.

- Oh, fuck off.

There isn't any threesomes and glow up paint orgies here,

this is just some sort of fucking elaborate hoax

to get me to stay, innit?

You know, what happened to when we were like 13

and we'd sit on a pier and chat shit for hours?

I miss those days.

- Come on, this place can change.

I can change.

Give me yours, I need it for the threesome.

- No way.

- Come on, you know you don't touch this stuff.

- Yeah, I know I don't, I know that,

but it is my last night, innit?

So fuck it.

- Yes.

- Good vibes only now, here and now, darling.

- Stop.

- No fucker's gonna ruin it for me, that's for sure.

- It's out, it's out, it's out.

Stop it.

I need a piss.

- You slag.

- Oh, oh, oh, hello.

- Aye, aye!

- Hey, get your tits out!

Get your tits out. - Yeah.

- Hey, why the long face, sexy?

- The blushing bride.

- Oh my God, is it a stripper? - No, no, no, no, no.

Right, I ordered a copper, all right?

Where's the copper? We wanna see the copper.

- You should get your cock out anyway.

Get your fucking cock out, I wanna see it.

Eh, I wanna see how big it is.

- How small it is, squeeze it.

- Out! I wanna see it.

- Whatever will your future husband say?

- No, don't talk about Darius.

- Oh, he's fucking useless.

He's with them slags in the strip club, isn't he?

Um, do you fancy a nosh under the pier or what, 'cause?

- Oh yeah.

- I'm gagging.

- She's good, she's really, really good.

- I'm really good.

- If you think you can handle it.

- No, let's go, go find the girls, come on.

- No, I like a bit hard wood, come on.

- No, come on.

- Oh, you can't leave now, girls,

you've got me all excited.

Ah!

- Get off her!

No, stop!

No, no, no, stop it!

Stop!

- Weddings always get me choked up too.

- Oh my God, leave her alone, get back.

No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck you, fuck you!

- Always the bridesmaid.

Never the bride.

- No, please, no!

- Whoa.

- Mate, what the fuck?

Can't you see we're busy in here?

- Ssh!

Come on, let's do this properly.

- Sweet.

- No, fuck's sake! I don't mean like that.

- Fucking hell.

- I mean,

talk.

- To me?

What?

- What? - What?

- What?

You know I'm sorry.

Look, I didn't mean to hurt you.

- Yeah, well, you did.

Look, you can't just run away from your feelings, Frankie,

sometimes you've gotta face them.

Or some shit, innit? I don't know, don't ask me.

- Yeah, you're not the first person

that's said that to me today.

I did miss you, you know?

- Yeah and I um...

I fucking love you, Frankie.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Or is that just the drugs talking?

- Oh, a little from column A.

- Little from column B. - B.

- Yeah.

Oh, that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.

- Really?

- Of course not, you fucking dickhead.

- Fuck's sake, Frankie.

- But it'll do.

- Fuck.

- For fuck's sake. - Shit.

- Ssh!

Can't believe you've forgotten how to do it.

Just unclip it.

- Oh!

- Jesus, Hol.

One threesome ain't enough for you?

- You both wish.

Come on, we're leaving, get your kit on.

- What? what about- - The threesome's off.

Justin and Tamaryn had a massive row, now she's crying

and now he's downing home-brew with some jugglers

This party's turning to shit.

- Sounds like it just got started to me.

- Shut up, Dazzler.

Me and Tam are going to the beach,

get away from all these boys.

- What about me?

- What about you?

- Who the fuck's this clown?

- I'm Mr. Punch.

Who the fuck are you?

How do you murder a clown?

You go straight for the jugular.

- Hey, babe.

- Now what do we have here?

- G'day, mate, come in, the water's so nice.

Do you want some?

You look like you need to chill the fuck out.

- I'll be back for you later, babe.

Please excuse me for one moment.

- Ready or not, here I come.

- What the fuck?

- What's long and hard and fucks kids?

Uh!

- James!

Fuck.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Simon, tell him, please, what the fuck?

Uh!

- Let that sink in.

James.

- Well, I can do you too.

Want a taste of this?

- No!

Uh!

- Time to get back in the closet.

Uh!

- I said back in the closet.

Who's a pretty boy then?

Not you!

Not anymore!

Frankie, where are you?

- Fuck, man!

Oh shit, bloody keys.

What?

Take the car.

Take-take my weed, take my treat, it's a fucking mint.

- Naughty boy.

Were you going to drink and drive?

- No, no, I promise, look.

Take my keys.

You want a hand job, is that it?

Look, I'll spit on it but I won't suck it.

Okay, okay, I'll suck it, just let me fucking breathe, man.

- I just wanna know

where your little friends are.

- Who?

- Wrong answer.

Aw, sleep tight.

- Guys, we definitely made the right choice.

That party was going downhill real fast.

- I don't know, I was having a pretty good time.

- It's so beautiful out here.

Got the fire and the sound of the waves.

You know, I'm so glad that I moved out of the city

to somewhere so,

just so peaceful.

- Yeah.

It's okay, I suppose.

We should go.

We should go like skinny dipping!

Yes!

Surrender ourselves to the waves

and just feel Mother Nature on our skin.

Yes!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Look at that!

- Is she for real? - Shut up.

- Whoo!

- You'll die of hyperthermia

before you even get a lung full of effluence.

We can go to Davy Wavy's Waterpark tomorrow.

It's got a wave machine and everything, much safer.

- Okay.

- You big city folk have a lot to learn from us yokels.

- Hm.

- Yeah, you know, Hol, it was a good idea coming out here.

Somewhere romantic.

- Ugh!

- Are you reconsidering moving away?

- Oh, don't be my mum again.

Just let me enjoy this one night.

- I get you.

- Right, I'm gonna go piss.

- Thanks for ruining the moment.

- Shut up,

I've had like 20 beers, what do you expect?

- Bollocks, have you, you've had about half that.

- Ah, Dazzler, keep walking, don't wanna hear you.

So you and Daryl an item again then?

- Don't know.

Feels right,

right now.

We'll deal with the awkward shit in the morning.

- I mean, he's just,

I don't know, like not your type.

- And how do you know what my type is?

- I'm not being horrible, hun.

It's just...

You're an artist studying at uni

and well, he's just...

- The last book he read was "The Gruffalo,"

he only managed to finish that last year.

- You two don't know him like I do.

He's funny, he's smart, proper caring,

just hides it really fucking well.

- Really fucking well.

- Yeah, all right.

He's a monosyllabic dickhead that gets on better with cars

than he does with, you know, people, but...

He's my monosyllabic dickhead.

- Sounds like love to me.

- Mm-hm.

- Shut up, does it.

Oh dear.

- What?

- You really pissed on your chips now.

- Who the fuck are you supposed to be, you silly cunt?

- I'm Mr. Punch and I know the way to do it.

- Step off it, I'll spark you clean out.

- Oh, you wanna give Mr. Punch a punch, do you?

Come on then, big man.

If you come at Mr. Punch, you'd better not miss.

Uh!

Come on, boy.

Are you a piece of cod?

You're about to get battered.

- Did you hear that?

- Hear what?

- This sort of weird high-pitched voice

- It's just the wind or the sea.

- Or a seagull eating a rat.

- A rat?

- Yeah.

These boats are full of them, big as cats.

Luckily, the seagulls are as big as vultures.

Or it could be Mr. Punch, course.

- I remember saying good vibes only tonight.

Cut it out.

- Who's Mr. Punch?

- You don't wanna know.

- Come on, Frankie.

If Tam here wants to be part of our group,

then she needs to be kept up to speed

with the local celebrities.

- Ignore her, Tam,

he's just someone our parents used to warn us about,

he scared me shitless.

- Legend says that he stalks the town at night

looking for teenagers,

girls misbehaving in particular.

He hits their heads with a big fat club.

Toxic masculinity in the flesh.

And on nights like this, when the wind howls,

we can hear him laughing as he murders another teenager

that was doing something they shouldn't.

- He's not real, like he doesn't actually exist, right?

- Of course he doesn't.

- Oh yes, he does.

- Daryl.

- If that's you, Dazzler, I'll feed your dick

to the fucking sand rats!

- Yeah, Daryl, come on, knock it off.

It's not funny.

- Oh yes, it is.

- Look, Daryl, really not fucking funny.

- Hol,

I w-wanna go home, I don't like it out here anymore.

- Yeah, same, let's leave Frankie

with the least fucking funny dickhead in the world!

- Hey, you can't leave me on my own.

- Oh, you're not alone, Frankie.

I hope she's carbon neutral.

- Frankie, he can't follow the both of us.

- Daryl!

Daryl.

- Hello. - Emergency, which service?

- Police and fucking police.

Okay, can you calmly

state your location and what your emergency is?

- The-the beach, just-just past the caravan park and...

There's a man in a mask, a Punch mask.

Hello?

- You can never get a signal,

when you need it, can you?

Snitches get stitches.

Time to sleep with the dolphins.

What do you call a man stuck out at sea?

Bob, you get it?

Tough crowd.

- Frankie.

Frankie, Frankie, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me.

- What did he do to you?

- Fuck, I've had worse.

- Holly and-and Tamaryn. - Right, okay.

- Frankie, listen to me! - Holly and Tamaryn!

- Frankie, Frankie, listen to me, for fuck's sake!

Frankie. - I can't.

- Oh, how sweet.

Hey Frankie, you should be with a real man,

not a little boy.

- No! - Frankie, take this.

Frankie, take it and if he gets past me,

then you fucking stab him, right?

- No! - Run, Frankie, run!

- No!

- Roll up, roll up, all the fun of the fair!

Uh!

- Home run.

I thought he was never gonna shut up.

But now.

- No! - Now, you and me,

we can have some quality time together.

Talk about those daddy issues of yours.

- Please.

Open the door.

Please, you have to help me, please, please.

- I can't, I-I'm sorry, babe.

- No, please, you don't understand.

You heard her.

- Oh! - We can't help you.

- Please.

- The only way to keep Mr. Punch away

is to be a good girl and do as you're told.

Isn't that right?

So fuck off.

- Please.

Please.

- Yeah, fuck off, please.

- No, please!

Open the door, please!

No.

- Don't you know the rules, Frankie?

- No!

- When the caravan's rocking,

don't come a-knocking.

- Help!

Help!

Help!

- You all right, miss?

You been drinking?

How about drugs?

Listen, you need to calm down.

- No!

There's a man in a mask and he-he tried to kill my friend!

- All right, look, look, look,

we've obviously got a lot to unpack here, eh?

Listen, why don't you come down to the station with me,

we can get a proper statement

and maybe get you a bed for the night, eh?

- No, no.

My friend, she...

- Oi, I asked nicely, don't make me use force.

Get into the back of the car.

- I can't, what are you, what are you doing?

- Don't make me use these, I will if necessary.

Now take a seat in the back.

- No.

- Oh, what now?

- He...

He's behind, he's behind you.

- Look, this ain't a pantomime.

Oh yes, it is.

You'll never take me alive, officer.

- No!

Please, please don't!

- No!

- I say, I say...

What's the difference between five dicks and a joke?

Your mother can't take a joke!

You can't run from your problems forever, Frankie.

Sooner or later, they're going to catch up with you

and when they do.

I fucking hate clowns.

Jackpot!

- Oh, fuck.

- Come on, Frankie.

You know how the song goes.

- Okay, okay, you win!

- Eh?

I say, I say,

what do you say to a woman with two black eyes?

Come on, Frankie, what do you say?

- I don't know!

- Nothing, you already told her twice!

See, I still think you need to be taught

a little lesson, Frankie.

Just a little one, something short and sharp.

You call that a knife?

Uh!

- Fuck.

Ow!

- Roll up, roll up, grab a prize.

Get off!

Uh!

Frankie.

Where are you?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

- Fucking signal.

Where is she, where is she?

Where are you, Frankie, eh?

Fucking signal.

- I fucking knew it.

- Yeah it's me.

No.

No, babe, she's gone.

Stupid bitch jumped

just like her waste of a space father.

But just in case she managed to slip by me,

put out the pass signal, everyone.

No, I'll tell Judy.

I said I'll tell Judy.

You just make sure that everyone knows the drill.

- Hey, Frankie.

- That's one way to do it, you fucking cunt.

Come on, Mum, pick up please.

Mum?

Are you okay?

- Oh, Frankie.

- Mum.

- Oh, baby.

- Are you, are you okay?

- You're okay.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, I should have believed you.

You weren't being paranoid.

There is something out there, something evil.

And I need to tell you something about Elton.

- What about him, sweetheart?

- Mum, he's the evil, I saw him out there,

he's tried to kill people, he tried to kill me,

I think he's killed Daryl and I can't get hold of Holly

'cause there's no fucking signal anywhere.

But you're the only one I care about that's alive.

- Oh, it's all right, it's all right, sweetheart.

I've got you.

I've got you.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- What...

What's that?

- What's what?

- Oh, this?

This is just for a little game,

like a local tradition.

Mr. Punch will be here soon.

- No.

- And we,

we can all be a family again.

- Mum.

What have they done to you?

- And you call me paranoid.

Here he is.

Now, be a doll, go and answer the door.

- No fucking way.

Mum, please, we can fix this, we can get out of here.

We can have a clean slate, please, please.

Just please, just take off this fucking mask.

- Mr. Punch is the man of the house.

- Do not open that fucking door.

- Mr. Punch is the man of the house.

Now we can't leave him waiting outside.

- Mum, don't open the door please.

Okay.

- He'll just have to use his key.

- Why?

- You wouldn't understand,

but one day,

you will.

- It's true.

We always hurt the ones we love.

- And I know he's just his showing affection.

- You don't understand what an honor it is

for the good people of this town

to choose me as this year's Mr. Punch.

- To pick me as his Judy.

Oh, it was, it was just so wonderful.

It was like we're local celebrities

or royalty even.

- Why don't you run along, Frankie

and pop the kettle on?

We can have a nice family chat,

fill you in on a few home truths.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Don't cry, Frankie.

You're so pretty, Frankie.

Do you wanna stay the night?

You know,

with great power

comes great responsibility.

It's not for everyone,

this Mr. Punch lark.

Your father, for example,

he just couldn't handle it.

Oh yeah.

It's about time you learnt the truth

about your father and why he jumped.

But you, I mean, you are made of much sterner stuff,

aren't you, Frankie?

Maybe one day,

you will make a wonderful Judy for someone.

- My little girl.

- Maybe even me.

There's nothing like a nice cup of tea.

- Oh!

- What have you done?

- It's tough love, Mum, trust me.

The police.

- Now then, now then, what's occurring?

We've had reports you've been a naughty girl.

- Please!

Please!

Make it stop, please, please!

Mum!

- Don't you see, dear,

how much you mean to me, to this whole town?

- Stop!

- It's the chop for you.

- Smile, you're on "Candid Camera."

- Mum, please.

Please.

No!

- Sorry, baby, but it's for your own good.

- Punch is dead, long live Punch.

Punch is dead, long live Punch.

Punch is dead, long live Punch.

- No, please!

- Punch is dead, long live Punch.

Punch is dead.

- That's the way to do it.