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Each year, the townspeople march to the old village,
and add to the pyre a symbol
of something they wish to purge from the world.
I'm talking about the body they found by the lake.
Could be one of our own.
They reckon it was, erm, a group thing.
Three suspects.
Found this.
Oh, Christ.
Oh, God!
Ah! Oh!
That.
They're already tried and convicted here.
We need to find them before the police do.
You're a dead weight.
I should have came by myself.
Fancy a lift, love?
TYRES SCREECH
MACHINERY CLICKS
Come on...
Come on!
LABOURED GRUNTING
CHAINSAW SPUTTERS
Come on.
No rest for the wicked...
HE BREATHES SHAKILY
CHAINSAW BUZZES
BILLY WHIMPERS
No... No!
Wait! Wait! Help, help!
I can get you out of this, I promise!
I'll turn myself in! I'll tell them I did it!
I'll tell them I did it! Just let him go!
No.
You can go first if you like.
THEY SCREAM
Wait. It's too much.
We use the blade on him. Murder-suicide.
And the girl?
Can I use the chainsaw on her?
We'll discuss that later.
My son should have her by now.
THEY PANT
CHAINSAW CUTS OUT
Nice and personal.
I'm going to enjoy this. Just get on with it.
Stop!
Let them go!
Topher, put that down. Nobody else dies.
Give me the tranquilliser, son.
We need calm heads.
You killed Dad.
You told me he ran away.
Topher, we can talk about this.
You lied to me.
You told me Kate was an accident.
You made me...cover it up.
And then you said they... they wouldn't be killed.
You need to put that down now, son.
Stop calling me that.
You're not my father.
I'm your godfather, and I'm telling you to make the right choice.
Who else is down in that pit?
The sinners?
The ones you forced to move away?
They never went, did they?
Did they? Look at me.
I can explain everything.
I said, look at me!
Argh!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Agh...!
Wait!
We have the girl!
She'll burn on that fire with everything else!
Get them!
HE REVS CHAINSAW
You're an embarrassment!
Go home! Clean up!
If this goes wrong, it's their word against ours!
And we are reliable...
..trustworthy, upstanding!
And I WILL be standing at the front of that march!
ZOE GASPS SHARPLY
Oh, God. Thank Christ, thank Christ.
Are you OK?
Are you OK? Just tell me you're OK, lovey. Just tell me you're OK.
Zoe, can you feel your legs?
Is there anything broken? Will-will you say something?
Just say something, lovey. Just say something.
Dad cheated on you.
Oh!
No...
I know, love. It's OK.
I'm so sorry, love.
Where are the boys? Tell me where the boys are.
I don't know...
Where is he? He was chasing me...
No, no... Sh!
Uh, excuse me?
This man is not breathing.
CHAINSAW BUZZES
I won't stop until I find you, boys!
You know that, right?
You hide... your friend's going to burn!
Ah...
The festival... Ah...!
Why does he sound drunk?
He's got a dose of that tranquilliser!
CHAINSAW REVS
Oh...! Maybe...
CHAINSAW CLATTERS
HE MUMBLES
What do we do?
I mean, if you don't kill the monster...
He just comes back. Exactly.
Go now?
Right...
CHAINSAW BUZZES
HE MUMBLES
Should we kill him?
No, no... No, no, no.
We can't.
Are you sure? Because the killer always comes back.
No, I'm not... I'm not a murderer, Con.
Are you?
No. Let's just cut and run.
Please don't cut my hand off.
OK...
All right, turn around.
Right, left.
Yeah.
Do you trust me?
CHAINSAW REVS
This local commemorative ritual
is proving to be a national lightning rod
for a censorship campaign
following the recent murder of teenager Kate Bannon.
Locals and campaigners are blaming the death
on what they say is a plague of so-called "video nasties".
There is a national panic over the murder,
with the whole country blame...
Panic?
I think "outcry" is more neutral.
What do you think? Shall we get a take with "outcry"?
Hello, everyone.
Hello, good day. You're all very welcome indeed.
We're here today fighting the good fight.
To speak for an innocent young girl who can no longer speak for herself,
taken from us too soon by the scourge of violent videos.
CROWD MURMUR AGREEMENT
Now, let's hear those voices loud and clear.
Justice for Kate!
Justice for Kate!
Justice for Kate! Justice for Kate!
Justice for Kate!
Justice for Kate!
Oh, my God... Oh, my God.
We killed a man. We actually killed a man.
I killed a policeman.
I actually killed a policeman!
God, I'm going to prison...
I feel sick. I'm actually going to prison.
Mum, stop!
I told you, he's a...
He's scum.
ENGINE CUTS OUT
Hey. Hey.
I'm sorry I wasn't here.
It's me that ran away.
Oh, love.
Did you know?
Before Dad told you.
Why didn't you say anything?
Because then I might have to talk about it.
What now?
What? What now, Maureen?
I don't know, Frank!
Jesus Christ! Do we...do we phone it in?
Do we leave it here?
Maybe...maybe we should go to the police.
Speak to that nice detective lady.
Not that idiot.
No.
Hide it in the woods.
But this was an accident.
If we hide the body, we are all guilty.
They will find him eventually.
No... ENGINE TURNS OVER
No, no! Zoe?
Oh, my God! Jesus Christ!
LOUD THUD
Definitely dead now.
We need to go!
Trust me, when you see what I have to show you...
..you're not going to care.
We should have tied him up! Forget about it, Billy!
We'll be out of here long before he wakes up!
Where are we even going? We need to get to the festival.
They said they're going to burn my sister!
We need to get her out, and then we get the fuck out of here!
Con, wait...!
BILLY PANTS
You know I'm sorry...
..about all that... all that stuff I said?
I'm glad you came.
Come on, we have to go.
Ah...!
Burn the nasties!
Burn the nasties!
Justice for Kate! Justice for Kate!
Burn the nasties! Burn the nasties!
Justice for Kate!
Burn the nasties! Burn the nasties!
Justice for Kate! Justice for Kate!
We've had a pattern of reports from Ashdale over the years.
People moving to London under suspicious circumstances.
Then we get complaints from friends and family
of never hearing from them again.
Technically, not a disappearance.
No body...
..there's no case.
Yeah, but who were they?
One of the reports was about the man of the house,
and I'm guessing...
..that was him.
The rest... I don't know.
The killer's decided to make some noise this time.
He didn't hide that poor Bannon girl down here.
They wanted her to be found.
Stay back!
I want to help.
I'll tell you everything.
But they need to be stopped first.
Shit!
That's it.
Where is she?
Hello, lads.
These are the killers of that girl.
Can't let you get away with that.
Stay back! All right? I mean it!
Put it down, son. There's no way out.
Justice for Kate!
Burn the nasties! Burn the nasties!
Justice for Kate!
Billy?
We're going to need bigger sticks.
Justice for Kate!
I feel like this is about to go full Wicker Man.
We have them! We have the killers!
There they are!
There's the evil right in front of us!
Evil!
Get them! We need our town to be cleansed!
Give me that!
OK, everyone, calm down!
Let the police handle this.
I need everyone to stay back.
No! Let everyone...
I don't want to get strung up on that thing.
Run now? Run!
Get them!
CROWD CLAMOURS
Stand back!
Don't let them pass through here.
All right?
Don't let them get away!
We don't want to let them loose on our children!
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Now, there, young man, let me past.
Don't worry, I'll talk them down. They'll listen to me.
Where are you, lads?
We're going to find you and burn the both of you!
It's been on the radio.
The boys are in there.
Stay here and don't move. I'll handle this.
You, stay!
How did you get here so fast?
I thought I was coming here to make an arrest.
I didn't realise I was interrupting a lynch mob.
It's a bloody labyrinth back there.
But don't worry, we're going to get those psychos.
They're innocent. What?
We are going in, yes?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Where do you think you're going? Stay there.
How do we get through this lot?
Just watch me.
I've just come from a basement full of bodies.
They've been murdering people for years.
The eldest son is dead.
We need to find the rest.
They're out for blood.
They think these kids killed that girl. Christ!
Call for backup. Right.
Stand that mob down at the front. Right.
Right, go on, go on.
DOOR CREAKS OPEN
We're going to have to face these down.
Hello, lads.
You're going to burn for what you did.
Oi! Dick nose!
Urgh!
BILLY GRUNTS DISTANTLY
CON GRUNTS
Glad you're here. Are you OK? Yeah.
MUFFLED GRUNTING
Billy! Billy!
Billy, leave him!
Billy! Leave him!
Billy, hey, hey, look at me. BILLY PANTS
We're going to be OK.
Mum and Dad are here.
We have a detective, she knows we didn't do it.
We're going to be OK.
Come on, there's a gate at the back. Let's go.
Check that side.
Con? Con?
Con! Con!
Con?
Anything, Maureen? No, nothing...
Who are you?
Frank... Stay where you are!
Frank! Give me that.
FRANK SCREAMS Jesus!
Frank!
THEY SCREAM
Maureen, go!
Go, Maureen!
Oh!
Run, Maureen!
BLADE PLUNGES
HE PANTS
In here!
LOCKED GATE BANGS
No... No!
We can scale it. I have an idea.
Uh!
Bollocks.
The others can't be far.
Now might be a good time to scream.
THEY YELL
CON YELLS
BLADE RINGS
BILLY GROANS
ZOE YELLS
CON GROANS
BILLY BREATHES UNEVENLY
Hey!
Bastard!
Pastor.
The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen
Too late to beg you
Though I know it must be
Con! Zoe...
Stay...
Of course I will.
If I best sum it up by quoting you a very small news item
that I spotted in the Daily Mirror.
It was nothing to do with video nasties directly.
It was about a very nasty attack on some ponies
in the south of England.
And at the end of telling this story,
there was a quote from the Margate police, in which they said that,
"The attacker must have been influenced
"either by video nasties or a new moon."
I think that, actually, that makes it sound very like witchcraft.
And the way in which the whole campaign has presented itself
has actually ascribed quite magical powers
to flickering pictures on screens, and how they hypnotise,
and then drug, and then addict children.
Don't be pointing that thing at me. Point it over there.
OK. Is anyone going to say a few words?
What about Frank? He's late.
KNOCK ON WINDOW
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I lost track of time while packing.
You took too much with you, Dad. The place is only small.
Sure I need my comforts, Con. Comforts?
Didn't realise you were sleeping on your record collection.
Mm. Very good.
Abe was about to say a few words there, go on.
No, we can't do it without Billy's date.
It's not a date. We're just friends.
This better be.
You look great.
Oh, sorry.
Hi.
Oh, a vision.
Oh.
Make sure you get this.
I just wanted to say congratulations.
And that I'm proud of all of you.
It would have been easy not to go tonight,
after everything that's happened.
The media, the infamy.
You could have chosen to stick your head in the sand
and pretend it wasn't happening.
It's easy to push things away, not deal with them.
You know what takes real guts?
Admitting that you are scared
and still choosing to face the monster.
And going to the depths without a date. Hey!
LAUGHTER
Now, that's brave.
Oh, and thank you to Maureen and Frank
for digging the boys out and making tonight possible.
We're going to pay it back. Yeah, well, you could do it tomorrow
if you got rid of those awful videos.
They're awful. Maureen!
No, no way! We're keeping them.
No, Mum. Leave them. OK. Are we ready?
Slainte. Slainte.
Slainte
Come on, you three. Let's get you in.
Big smiles. Three, two, one.
Cheese!
LOW RUMBLE
SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER
Shhhh! Shhhh! GIGGLING
Shhhh! Shhhhh!
Get in!
All right, show me one of these shit films, then.
Sorry we don't have, erm, Flashdance.
Ah-ha-ha! Funny.
We'll ease her in with something mid-level.
Lads, it's just a movie.
Go on, what are the rules?
Oh, we don't do that any more.
Oh, come on!
if we're going to do this, I want to do it right. Tell me.
All right. No screaming. OK.
And no looking away.
And I have a naggin of whisky in my room.
So if you break the rules, you do a shot.
Go on. Go get it, hurry up.
and me in a suit
I put up with all the scenes
to be played my way
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