The Mouse Trap (2024) Movie Script
1
(epic music playing)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(recorder beeps)
(Cole) It's Friday
the 13th of March,
time is 8:34.
Detective Cole
and Detective Marsh
for witness interview
of one Rebecca--
(Rebecca) Stop.
(dramatic music playing)
(Cole) Stop what?
(Rebecca)
Playing this one by the books.
It's not gonna be
that kind of night.
(Cole) Is that right?
(Rebecca) Bet your ass it is.
(Marsh) It's your ass
you should be concerned about.
A lot of people are dead
and a lot more want to know why.
Right now.
(Rebecca) Why?
It's not nearly
as interesting as how.
(Marsh)
Okay, we could start there.
There's nothing we've got
adds up.
- (Rebecca) Is that right?
- That's right, young lady.
A bunch of people are dead.
No consistent
eyewitness statements
about what happened.
Or even who the killer was.
And then there's you,
the miracle survivor.
(Rebecca)
You don't want to know.
(Marsh) Oh, we do.
Help yourself, Rebecca.
(Rebecca)
I'm trying to help you two.
How so?
(Rebecca) By saying nothing.
Because once you know,
you can't unknow.
We'll take our chances.
(Rebecca) You're sure?
All right,
we can do this all night.
But you're not leaving that cell
without telling us what happened
and who the killer was.
Or we're charging you
for the multiple murders.
(Rebecca)
If I tell you, I'm dead.
(Cole)
We can help you with that.
(Rebecca) Then you're dead, too.
Okay, let's slow this down.
Start from the beginning.
Okay.
I warned you.
(ominous music playing)
("Coke Syrup"
by Blair Gun playing)
You make it, you chase it
What happens
When you hustle
in the city with me
But I'm still feeling tired
And nothing happens
when I'm feeling the beat
But I never
even had that much
'Cause I never got
my coke syrup today
(arcade machine beeping)
And I never
really have much fun
'Cause I never got
my coke syrup today
I already know
I already know
it's good for me
I already know
I already know
it's ruined me
Added a line
Out of my mind
Added a line I can't tell
I already know
Oh, no, okay.
And then what happened?
I have a fire truck, uh,
but Jesse wanted her ice cream,
but she didn't want
to play near her friend
because Jack, uh, smells bad.
But I don't even like Jack.
Do you have my water bottle?
No, I-- I don't have
your water bottle.
I'm sorry,
but I-- I can get you water.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No.
Why, do you want
to be my boyfriend?
No.
Ok-- okay, no,
that's-- that's okay.
It's fine. (chuckles)
You need to date
someone your own age.
That's what my mom says
to my dad
who-- she says he's pathetic
and needs to get a life.
Oh, no, uh, that's horrible.
Don't you get it?
You need to date
someone your own age, loser.
Uh, please be careful.
(boy)
Yeah, Mom, come pick me up.
I've seen
some rejections in my time,
but-- but, man,
that was hard to watch.
Shut up.
- Miss Alex?
- Yes, Rachel?
Joseph pushed me.
Oh, well, maybe don't play
near Joseph right now, okay?
Can you do something about it?
Well, uh, y-- yeah,
I will definitely talk to him
when I see him.
That's it?
Well, what would you
like me to do, Rachel?
Just kill him.
Uh, Rachel, don't say that.
I don't want to say it,
just do it.
Jesus.
Ah, kids today, huh?
- Yeah, a little excessive.
- (Tim) Yeah, indeed.
Must have been different
in the 1940s.
- Oh, ouch.
- She's kidding.
I'm not.
You know what?
It was a simpler time.
The younglings respected
their elders.
Oh, wow, that was then.
This is now, Grandpa.
Ah, speaking of now--
No, no, no, no, no, please.
We close in, like, 15 minutes.
(Tim) I'm afraid we just got
a last-minute booking.
I'm gonna need
the two of you to stay.
Got to be kidding me. (groans)
Please tell me this is
the famous British sarcasm
that you always use
but we never really understand?
(chuckles)
No, the call just came--
Wait a minute,
you don't understand my sarcasm?
We don't.
It-- but it-- it sounds really,
really nice with your accent.
(chuckles) Well, I...
Nice try.
I still need you both to stay.
Okay, how many?
(Tim) It's not bad,
eight of them,
and only for three hours.
Yeah, I guess it's not that bad.
(Tim) And it's double time.
Well, okay, well, we like that,
but do we actually
have to, like, stay?
Like, for real, though?
Oh, I suppose
if I-- if I think about it,
I could find a way
to pay you double time
and just have you do
none of the work.
That would be great.
Yeah, no, I'm sensing
that famous British sarcasm.
Sharp cookie over here.
Come on, I know
it's been a long day, ladies,
but, um-- I'll tell you what,
you don't have
to clean the slush machine.
We're supposed
to clean the slush machine?
- Funny.
- (Alex giggling)
Okay, sounds good.
I'll, uh, text you
when I lock up.
(phone chimes)
(Tim) Speaking of texting,
Jayna, would you do me a favor
and try and look
like you work for me?
(scoffs) What? I am.
And don't forget to clock out,
otherwise
I don't pay you at all.
- Yeah, we got it.
- (Tim) Thank you, ladies.
God, I hate rich kids
who can afford
to hire out this whole place.
Yeah, but it's double time,
and I could really use the cash.
I can never tell if he's joking.
About double time?
About cleaning
the slush machine.
Jayna.
- Relax, bro, it's a joke.
- (phone chimes)
- I clean it.
- (Alex laughs)
Sometimes.
Okay, well, you-- you're a fan
of easy money, right?
I mean, how hard can it be?
(children screaming)
(Cole) Yeah,
no one can locate Mr. Collins.
Who?
The manager.
Is his body somewhere else?
I have no idea
what happened to him.
I saw something.
God knows what that was.
(sighs)
Do you think
the killer is Tim Collins?
Look, I have no clue
what happened to him.
For all I know,
he went and got pissed.
Maybe he fucked off to Vegas.
Maybe he watched a movie
that changed his life.
(ominous music playing)
(door clicks open)
(door shuts closed)
(sighs)
(projector whirring)
(playful vintage music playing)
(steamboat rattling)
- (maniacal cackling)
- Hello?
(ominous music playing)
Hello?
Alex?
Jayna?
(joyful music continues)
(maniacal cackling)
(projector whirring)
(Mickey) Hey!
(electric buzzing)
(maniacal laughing)
(dramatic music playing)
Stop messing around.
(cartoon continues)
Hello?
Hello?
Alex?
Jayna?
(Mickey) I can see you.
Do you want to see me?
(maniacal laughing)
Do you want to see what I see?
(phone chiming)
(cups clattering)
Jayna!
Come on, let's take a break.
This will be one less thing
we have to do later.
You know, those kids are just
going to make a mess again.
You know,
if Mike sees you doing that,
he's going to kill you.
How would he see?
Um, the cameras?
He doesn't check them.
Do you want to hit this?
- No, I'm good.
- (phone chimes)
So, what's going on with you?
Like, what's new with Alex?
Like, I care.
You know that, right?
- I'm sorry, what? (chuckles)
- What?
Where-- where
is this coming from?
Bitch, please.
I've had your back
since day one.
I know everything there is
to know about Alex...
- Fen.
- Fen!
I was just about to say that.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- What-- what is happening?
- What?
This-- like,
what is happening right now?
I just want you to know
that I got you.
And if you ever needed anything,
anything at all,
I would do that for you,
my friend.
Maybe my best friend. Ever.
Mm-hm.
Jayna,
do you need something?
Girl, hear me out.
There's this boy.
Oh, here we go. Yup.
What? You don't even know.
You want to leave me here
with eight rich kids
so you can go meet a guy, hmm?
- Oh, you do know. Damn.
- Jayna, please.
Hold on.
I'll just pop out
and be right back.
- Really?
- I will!
Mm-hmm.
And if I don't,
you don't have to clock me out.
You know I want the bills.
Yeah, if there is something
you want more than a guy,
it is money. (chuckles)
So?
(grunts) Fine.
But you have to come back
immediately after.
- You have to help me clean up.
- I will.
- Jayna?
- I will. I swear.
(Alex) Okay.
I love you so much, Alex...
Fen. Jesus Christ, Jayna.
- Alex Fen.
- I'm sorry.
I know a lot of Alexes.
Most of them are guys,
by the way.
Yeah. Yeah. All right. Go.
I can wait a bit.
Go, please,
before I change my mind.
I love you. Love you.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
All right.
He better be worth it.
He totally won't be.
I'll be back!
(groans)
She's not coming back.
("The Runaway"
by dd Toby Leaman playing)
If I were me
I'd throw
every old resistor away
Got it to
a forsaken unbeliever boy
Don't want to be
a cannibal anyway
And we won't
need them anymore
(Alex grunts)
Feeling just like an addict
But I never score
No, I don't believe
in good luck anymore
(phone ringing)
'Cause I never had to worry
if I'd look dumb when I'm dead
I'm coming. I'm coming.
(groans)
(ringing continues)
Hello, Funhaven.
(ominous music playing)
Hello?
Help us with something.
How do you know
she got the call?
She told me.
She was freaked out by it.
(Marsh) Well,
here's the problem.
We have
all the calls in and out,
and the whole building didn't
get a single call all night.
So?
So why would Alex
make something like that up?
I don't know. Ask Alex.
Fine.
So who was this mystery caller?
I mean, did they say anything?
Nothing. He didn't say a word.
He didn't say a single word?
(Rebecca) Nothing.
And how did you know
it was a he?
What?
You said he didn't say one word.
Would you like me
to play the tape back?
- It's what Alex said.
- Really?
If you don't believe me,
again,
you can ask Alex.
(ominous music playing)
(eerie music playing)
(joyful vintage music playing)
Jayna?
(chain rattling)
Mike?
Is that you?
(ominous music playing)
(chain rattling)
(Alex panting)
(all) Surprise!
What-- what's going on?
Surprise, gorgeous.
We got this huge party for you.
We got drinks. We got friends.
We got cake.
We got anything that you want.
What? What, uh--
For your last-minute
private birthday party.
Well, your birthday party.
Wait. (pants)
But
you realize my birthday isn't
for, like,
a whole two weeks, right?
Yeah, well, if we did it then,
then it wouldn't
have been a surprise.
You-- you guys are--
you are crazy.
But-- but Jackie,
your birthday is before mine.
Mm-hmm.
(Alex laughs awkwardly)
Um, thank you.
I just-- I can't believe
you guys picked here
of all places.
Well, you know, we had
most of our collective birthdays
here as kids,
and seeing as you're
saying goodbye to childhood,
I figured it just made sense.
Hey, I said
you'd prefer a strip club.
Any excuse to go
to a strip club, right, Paul?
Hey, you were into it.
Is that keeping it a secret?
Um, well,
that is very dramatic, Ryan,
but I don't know,
also kind of true.
Hi. You look good.
(Ryan) Alex, seriously,
you're the best of us.
You deserve the best party
that we can throw.
(Alex laughs)
And you guys got Marcus
to come out.
(Ryan) Yeah, I mean, well,
it's kind of his idea, but...
But, you know, if I--
if I really am
the birthday girl,
maybe, I don't know,
you can get me a real drink?
- On it.
- (Jackie) Thank God.
- I need another shot.
- (Paul) I think you're good.
I think you've had enough.
This was really sweet of you.
Thank you.
(sighs) Well,
I promised you I would.
- What?
- Remember?
On our eighth birthday,
we said we'd have
all our birthdays here.
Oh, my God, yeah, no, we did.
I love that you remember that.
And, um, thank you
for bringing everyone. (laughs)
(Ryan) Hey,
Ryan's Triple Rye and Whiskey
is coming right up just for you.
- Oh, I didn't invite Ryan.
- This is for you.
Yeah, no, I-- uh,
I kind of figured
he invited himself.
(Marcus) Could have been worse.
He wanted to bring
the whole hockey team.
What can I say, man?
I like to party, all right?
Okay, birthday girl,
let's cut this cake.
(Alex) Um, okay.
Who and why?
Well, it's a cake.
You said I could pick one.
Paul would literally put
anything in his mouth.
(all groaning)
Okay, yeah, I wish
I never had that imagery.
(Alex blows candles)
- (all cheering)
- (Ryan) Happy Birthday!
(eerie music playing)
Right, Al, drinking game,
let's do this right now.
We just got here.
Give her a minute.
Oh, my gosh, guys, it's a law
when you start the party--
- That is in no way a law.
- Dude, shut up, you wankstain.
Whoa! Chill, juice-head.
How about we let
the birthday girl decide?
Okay. Okay, okay.
You know, I think
I know just the game.
(Ryan) All right, let me
show you how it's fucking done.
Get out of the way here. Boom!
Motherfucker!
(Cole) We get it.
Bunch of kids taking advantage.
Drinking too much.
Fucking around with
a good excuse of a birthday.
But everyone was
in the same room, right?
Is that a yes? For the tape.
Yes.
(Cole) Thanks.
But help me out.
You're-- you're getting along.
You're all friends.
So why did you guys split up?
Split up?
(Cole)
The group separated a little.
Yeah, it's a party.
We're not gonna sit in a circle.
Why not?
Because we're not
nine years old.
I'm sure you boys
have heard of group dynamics.
Those exist
in groups of close friends, too.
- Yeah, we know what that is.
- Oh, thank God.
And what it means.
Someone didn't like someone.
And another word for that
is motive.
And I'm sure
you've heard of that word.
Even if you were
a nine-year-old.
- So?
- So who didn't like who?
And why?
(eerie music playing)
Danny...
All right. We're listening.
(indistinct chatter
in background)
Too much for you?
I like the game
until Ryan decides to make it
an actual competition.
He's intense.
(Ryan) Fuck!
Sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, guys.
All right, let's try it again.
- (Alex) Okay.
- (Ryan) All right, (indistinct).
Watch this. (indistinct).
Motherfucker!
If by intense you mean
the boy most likely to kill
someone in a road rage accident?
Uh, he means well.
He means to get her drunk.
Eh, same thing.
It's really not.
Hey, it's not a bad tactic.
- Think you'll enjoy jail, Paul?
- (Paul)
Hard to say.
- (phone chimes)
- (Ryan) Okay.
(Jackie) Come find me. (moans)
Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
- What? She's not drunk?
- (Danny scoffs)
Well, she is a bit of a whore,
so you know what?
She's actually perfect
for you, Paul.
(Danny laughs)
Well, ladies, gentlemen,
excuse me.
I'll be right back.
(Marcus chuckling)
- Man, he's dead.
- What?
Like, if he was
in a horror movie,
he'd never say,
"I'll be right back."
Because then you don't.
You just die.
You know, I used to think
you were just a little quirky,
but--
Total serial
killer vibes, right?
Yes.
Totally.
(Alex) Danny,
stop smoking in here.
It's vape!
(Ryan) Fuck!
Okay, one more time.
Oh, on it. Right back.
That's what
I'm fucking talking about.
Did you see
that motherfucking shit?
(grunts) Fuck you.
Let's fucking go!
Wait.
- Marcus?
- (Rebecca) What?
Well, someone said
Marcus was a serial killer.
They said
he had serial killer vibes.
- Really?
- (Rebecca) It was a joke.
It's not when there's
a bunch of dead bodies.
Surely Marcus isn't a suspect,
given what happened?
We didn't think so,
but should we be thinking that?
I'm not going to tell you
what to think.
You weren't there,
so I'm assuming
somebody told you.
(Rebecca) Yes.
Who?
- One of the girls.
- Which one?
(dramatic music playing)
One of the dead ones.
You feel a little obstructive.
Funny, because I'm trying
to tell you what happened,
and you keep stopping me.
Go on, Rebecca.
(suspenseful music playing)
Come and find me.
(ominous musical playing)
Y'all ready to watch this shit?
Watch this.
Oh, yeah. Here we go. Fucking--
- Fuck.
- (phone buzzing)
Oh-- ooh, no, no, no, no, no.
If my boss sees that,
he's going to kill me.
Relax. We are the private party.
No, he-- he thinks
we're eight kids,
and he definitely
doesn't think I'm drinking,
and he's definitely
going to fire me
if he ever finds out, so.
Oh, yeah. Dude, no. Yeah.
Oh, you bet
your fucking ass it is, dude.
Yeah.
Yeah, just get him here
and consider it done.
What's the deal
with this guy Marcus?
He's a douchebag.
So we're roughing him up
because he's a douchebag?
Well, not just that.
He's kind of talking
to our boy's girl.
Oh, he's talking to Jennifer?
No, no. No, not his main.
No, no.
Uh, he's talking
to his backup chick.
- Oh. He is a douche.
- Yeah.
What kind of guy hits
on another guy's backup girl?
- Only mindless douchebags.
- Yeah.
- Where are they?
- Funhaven.
- Oh, that's Tim Collins' place.
- Who's Tim Collins?
He's our old captain
from the '90s.
He's one of us.
- Nice.
- Yeah.
He took a few pucks
to the head, though.
Hazing?
(Cole) Several
of Ryan's hockey teammates said
that he wanted a few guys
to, uh, teach Marcus a lesson.
A lesson in what?
In who deserved
Alex's affection, I guess.
So, bullies, you mean?
Apparently.
(Rebecca)
I didn't know about that.
- Is that who did this?
- No.
- (Rebecca) I don't understand.
- It wasn't them.
Because the boys
that volunteered
for that little mission
didn't make it to the Funhouse.
- What happened to them?
- (Marsh) Oh, you don't know?
Why would I know?
Well, you seem to know
just about everything else.
(Rebecca) Everything
that happened inside Funhouse.
Just thought we'd ask.
So, what happened to them?
(Marsh) Another few dead bodies
to add to the pile.
(Rebecca)
Well, you know what they say
about bullies, Detective?
- What's that?
- They only respond to strength.
(eerie music playing)
Okay, yeah,
I'll talk to you later, man.
Okay.
- (whispering) Fuck.
- What?
Hey. (sighs) What's up?
No phones.
Oh, oh, yeah.
Yeah. Hey, you know what?
Yeah, let's be a team sport.
Everybody,
phones in the bag, right now.
Actually, my mom
might need to call me.
(Ryan babbles)
Phone, bag, now.
Right here, come on.
No, Ryan, if he needs
to keep his phone, he can.
(Marcus) You know what?
No.
She'll be fine for a few hours.
Phone, phone.
Where, uh--
where's Paulie and Jackie?
(scoffs) Whatever they're doing
does not involve their phones.
- It probably does.
- (all groaning)
Ooh, I like this, the no phones.
- Yeah, that's old school.
- Yeah.
Oh, and let's
make it interesting.
First one to go for their phones
has to buy a round of drinks.
Hmm, speaking of shots,
come here,
I want to show you something.
- But--
- (Ryan) Drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink!
Drink, drink, drink, drink.
- Drink, drink, drink, drink.
- Oh, look, Connect 4.
- (Ryan) Drink, drink.
- (indistinct).
(Marie chuckles)
- (Alex) You want to play?
- (Marcus) Sure.
Becca, take a day off
from hating everything.
- I'm not.
- It's true, babe.
Would it kill you to smile?
Just, like,
think of something you love.
(laughs) Oh, wow.
Shut up.
Hey, it's fine, we all love
something we can't have.
Yeah, well, we can have a drink.
Yes, we can. (chuckles)
(sniffles)
Wait, hold on.
Do you have protection?
Uh, I don't have any.
- Relax, I'm clean.
- (scoffs) Well, I might not be.
Really? (mutters)
- You're unbelievable.
- Thank you.
(Jackie sighs)
(eerie music playing)
- (chain clattering)
- (Mickey) Hey.
- Hello?
- It's nothing, it's nothing.
- Stop, stop.
- Who's there?
(Jackie screaming)
(overlapping shouting)
Fuck!
(squealing) I did it! (laughs)
Well, looks like the boys
are buying the drinks all night.
- Rematch, now.
- Do we look stupid?
We already won.
What more to gain?
- A bet is a bet.
- They got us.
Let's do the honorable thing
and not be sore losers.
Oh, fuck that, man!
I mean, guys--
All right? Good game.
Smooth, Ryan.
Wait, I thought
Marcus had a crush on Alex.
A lot of people
had a crush on Alex.
Who else had a cru--
Oh, uh, I see.
Well, we didn't...
I didn't mean to assume
your sexual orientation
was, uh--
well, I didn't think and, um--
- Relax.
- Jesus Christ.
We don't give a shit
what you are,
what you identify as.
The only thing we care about
is motive.
Why people died.
Now, the only thing
everyone can agree at is
that Alex is
the heart of this thing.
So should we be looking at Ryan?
- I'm not doing your job for you.
- I didn't--
(Rebecca) But if you're trying
to put Marcus as a suspect,
you might as well add Ryan too
for the exact same reason.
- And hell, even me.
- You are a suspect.
That's just how we view things
until we can clear you
of any wrongdoings.
If. If we can clear you.
Oh. So you're the bad cop.
Got it.
- Hey, this is serious!
- (Rebecca) It is.
So stop playing childish games.
(sighs) Cheers to a good night.
To a good night. (laughs)
Hey, who moved the knife?
(bottles clinking)
- Ooh.
- You good?
Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.
- I'm fine.
- Sure, Ryan.
Buddy, I could out-drink you
any day of the week.
- Sure thing, Ryan.
- (Marie chuckles)
- Come again, fucker?
- Oh, oh, wait.
Um, you know,
why don't we go to a real bar?
So I can have
my first legal drink.
Now we're talking.
Good timing.
We're almost out of vodka.
And there will
probably be men there, so...
Hey. We're men.
You're boys.
- Men.
- Boys.
And boys who are both in love
with the same woman.
(Alex sighs) Okay.
- Let's go?
- Oh! I'll drive.
- (Alex) You will not.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Al, Al, Al, Al.
Listen, listen, listen, listen.
Let's talk, okay?
Listen, listen, listen.
Me and you. Okay?
Let's-- let's--
let's drop the act, okay?
Listen. The stars wrote it.
Everybody wants it.
- Let's just make it happen.
- What-- what to happen?
Me and you. To be official.
I know
you've been flirting with me.
Am I that obvious?
Yeah, but hey,
we can work on that, all right?
It's all right. Listen, listen.
I have had my eye on you
for a while.
Aren't you
with Jennifer right now?
Oh, yeah, but that was then.
This is now.
- But then I saw you.
- Oh.
Um, yeah, Ryan, we've known
each other since we were nine.
You did not just see me.
Yeah, but that was--
that was different, okay?
We were kids back then.
But now your body--
mm, so tight.
Okay.
Can we talk about this tomorrow?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't be afraid to fall for me.
I will try my best.
But you should know
I am still playing around
with the idea
of whether I'm gay or not, so...
Oh.
Damn.
Oh, that makes sen--
yeah, because it couldn't have--
yeah, it's popular now.
Right. Okay, yeah, I get it.
- Come on.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is that it?
- I guess so.
- Are you sure?
Yeah.
All right, well,
I can't protect you
if I'm not your boyfriend.
Protect me from what, Ryan?
(snorts) You'll see.
Okay.
- Where's Danny?
- He's in the bathroom.
- Our phones?
- I got 'em.
(sack rustling)
(eerie music playing)
What's wrong?
You don't got a key?
No, I-- I have keys,
but-- this--
this is not how we lock up.
- This-- this isn't ours.
- I don't get it.
Stand aside, cupcake. (sighs)
(Ryan clears throat)
(Alex) Fucking Danny.
It's Danny, isn't it?
It's a fucking birthday prank.
No, not Danny.
Paul and Jackie do pranks,
like, both of them.
- It's locked.
- (Rebecca) They took our phones.
Perfect.
(Marcus)
Are you sure it's not them?
- (loudspeaker squealing)
- (Jackie) Come find me. (moans)
Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
Jackie, please, come on.
I don't want to play this game.
I want to keep drinking!
It's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
(Jackie) Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
Great, now we have
to play their stupid game.
Hey, there's probably
a fire exit here, right?
Yeah, you know there is.
I do?
Yeah, but you scared the shit
out of me earlier with the mask.
- Not me.
- Nor me.
- Nope.
- Don't look at me.
I don't wear costumes.
(Gemma) Well, maybe it was Paul.
- I guess.
- (Gemma) Please. Trapping women?
That's totally
a Paul thing to do.
(chain rattling)
- Ah, shit's still locked.
- (Alex groaning)
I even saw him
messing with this.
- Who?
- Paul. Earlier.
I hate to say I told you so.
Where the hell have you been?
- I was in the bathroom.
- Doing what?
- Would you like a number?
- (Alex) Okay.
Anyway, the faster
we play their game,
the faster
we can get out of here
and get some real drinks.
So?
(Alex) So--
Okay, how about this?
First person to find
our resident sleazy couple
doesn't have to pay
for a single drink all night.
Oh, I am into that idea.
Excuse me, buddy.
(Gemma) Well,
we have to find them, dumbass.
Well, where the fuck
did they go?
Well, if we knew that,
we wouldn't have to go
looking for them, Ryan, geez.
You need
that hockey scholarship.
What I need is another beer,
thank you very much.
Hmm. I doubt that.
What the hell
did you just say to me?
I said, "Let's go find them."
Uh, Jungle gym.
That's where they are.
(Alex) Great.
You sure?
(laughs) No, not at all.
But I needed something
to motivate them.
I think Ryan will do anything
you tell him to.
Like if you wanted to murder
a homeless man, just tell him.
- (Alex chuckles)
- He's eager.
- He's all bravado.
- True.
But, you know,
it's not a bad thing.
How do you mean?
(gentle instrumental playing)
Well, he goes for what he wants.
To risk it all,
not knowing what might happen?
Yeah, I kind of
like that about him.
But, you know,
it's not him that I like.
Can I give you your gift now?
Sure.
(Cole) Wait,
is this some terrible subplot
of a '90s slasher film?
What?
Uh, the boy who can't get
the girl next door.
(Rebecca) No, it's not.
It sure sounds
like a really bad '90s film.
I wasn't alive in the '90s.
Know your audience.
That's right.
She wasn't alive in the '90s.
But she is now.
Which is something
we can't figure out.
So maybe
you should know your audience.
I know my audience.
(Marsh)
Then get to the good part.
Who saw him first?
(Ryan) The fuck
are these people?
(sighs) Okay.
I just want a goddamn drink.
Oh, shit. (groans) Okay, nice.
(eerie music playing)
Holy fucking shit, dude.
You scared
the shit out of me, man.
Holy crap, she's going to freak
when she sees you.
(Ryan panting)
Dude?
(Rebecca) Jackie?
Paul?
No one wants to play
your game anymore, guys.
Not funny, Paul.
Let's go.
(chilling string music playing)
Paul?
- (knife slashing)
- (Rebecca screams softly)
(Mickey grunts)
(Rebecca panting)
(Rebecca whimpering)
(thudding)
(Danny grunts)
Ryan, you douchebag!
Stop dicking around!
(rising horror music playing)
(Marie panting)
Help, somebody help me!
(screams) Stop!
(tense music playing)
(heroic music playing)
- (Alex) Where are you taking me?
- Careful.
Ooh!
Oh, God. (chuckling)
- Is it food? I love food.
- Better.
Even better.
- What's better than food?
- (clears throat)
Oh, God. Please don't be naked.
(scoffs) I'm not Ryan.
(chuckles) No, you're right. I--
I never would have closed
my eyes if you were him.
Okay.
Open.
Marcus. Is this--
- Yes, it is.
- No way.
This is every sour candy
from around the world.
Are you serious?
- You remembered?
- Who would forget?
What-- Everyone.
I always tell them
how much I love sour candy.
(Marcus) Anyone who
really knew you would know.
- This is all she wants.
- Anybody who really loves me!
(stammering) Well.
Don't just sit there.
Pick a country. Dig in.
Okay. (chuckles) Mm.
Ooh, fishies.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Remember your life as it is now.
- (Alex giggling)
- And go.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Yeah, you did good.
That one-- that one
has some kick. (chuckles)
(Alex giggling)
Um, so...
do I get a birthday wish?
Sure.
Ask me out.
What?
If you really want to make
my birthday something special...
ask me out.
(sighs) Okay.
Umm...
(Maria) Guys!
Guys.
What's up?
We have a big problem,
like, a serious problem.
Yeah, well, a-- are you okay?
It's blood. Not-- not my blood.
Ryan's gone absolutely nuts.
- It's probably just Ryan--
- No, listen to me.
He's gone completely nuts.
There's blood
all over the jungle gym.
- Blood?
- Yes.
- Wait, i-- is he hurt?
- No, babe, not-- not his blood.
Like he murdered
someone's blood.
Like he's on a-- a drunken
rampage or something.
Okay, enough. I'm--
I'm going to go to the office.
I'm going to turn off the music
and switch on the light.
- Good plan.
- Stay here.
What? You want me to come?
No, it's okay.
We'll get that moment
back later.
I wish I had
my phone or something.
Like, he's attacking people?
Yes, he swung a knife at me.
Okay, uh, we got to call 911.
Hence the phone comment
I just made.
Oh, landlines.
(tense music playing)
(keyboard clacking)
(Mickey on phone)
Beep, beep, beep.
The call you're trying
to reach is dead.
(maniacal cackling)
Oh, my golly gosh.
Look at you.
Go find your friends
so we can all play a game
of hide and seek.
But this time,
if I find any of you,
it's game over.
(maniacal cackling)
(faint blues rock playing)
(men chuckling)
We should go.
Eh, it's only next door.
Yeah, but I'd rather get him
in the parking lot than in here.
- Why?
- Because if we get him in here,
then we might get kicked out.
Then we have to find
somewhere else to drink.
That's smart.
- See, that's actually smart.
- (bell rings)
Oh. Oh, come on.
(door clicks close)
- What is that?
- (man 1) Wow.
Look who arrived early.
(man 2) He thinks this is, uh,
some sort of costume party.
(man 1)
Jeez, this is going to be easy.
I think Buddy here's
on the spectrum or something.
So we really can't do
what Ryan's asking.
So let's make this clear.
Stay the fuck away from Alex.
(man 2)
Hey, buddy, are you listening?
So you got it.
You're going to stay away.
Excuse me?
You think this is a joke?
This fucking guy.
Stay the fuck away from Alex,
you hear me?
I don't believe it.
Well, there's another way
we can go about this
if you're really having
difficulty understanding.
Is that what you want?
(goon grunting)
(tense music playing)
Yo, man.
Yo, we were just kidding around.
There's no need
to do anything else.
- (man 1 grunts)
- (thudding)
(maniacal cackling)
- (Marcus sighs)
- (phone beeping rapidly)
- Well?
- (sighs) No dial tone.
There's probably one
at reception.
No. Let's wait for Alex.
- You okay?
- No, did you see him?
No, and we don't want to.
(sighs) Flashlights?
Yeah, I-- I couldn't get
the power on--
The lights on and--
I think the power's off
in most of the building.
- Fire exit?
- Yes, fire exit. Let's go.
(suspenseful music playing)
(switch clicks)
Whoa, hey,
whoa, what's going on?
Turn it off. Turn it off.
Ryan, turn it off. Turn it off!
Okay, okay.
I am too high for this.
I am too high for this.
I am too high for this.
(whimpering)
I am way too high for this.
I am way too high for this.
I am way too high for this.
I am way too--
Get me the fuck off this ride!
(Danny screaming)
Holy fuck.
Yeah, we have a serious
problem here.
What the hell?
- Are they dead?
- Yeah, Maria.
They look pretty fucking dead.
(Maria) Ryan's lost it!
Like, why would he do this?
(sighs) Not even steroids.
That's it. Drugs and alcohol.
And the fact that
you wouldn't hook up with him.
Oh, great idea.
Yeah, I'll go find him now
that he's murdering people.
It's a little late now.
Let me try
the door one more time.
Oh, right, 'cause he's going to
be less locked this time.
(Danny whimpering)
(Danny) Ryan! Ryan!
Turn it off! Turn it off!
(breaks hissing)
(Danny breathing heavily)
(Danny grunting)
(tense music playing)
(Danny grunts)
(Danny panting)
(eerie music playing)
(Danny breathing heavily)
(maniacal cackling)
- What was that?
- Was that Danny?
I think so.
- Fuck! Shit!
- Hey.
What?
Do you have a fucking plan?
Yes, I got a plan. Don't panic.
(Maria) What's the plan?
To not panic.
Oh, my fucking God! Alex!
Okay, um, well, we clearly
need to get out of here.
We-- we can break the glass.
We can find something
to break the glass with.
No, don't make too much noise.
He'll hear us.
- We'll be quick about it.
- I'll get something.
Wait.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We-- we all go together.
- Exactly.
- Why?
Haven't you seen
any horror film ever?
No, Marcus. I have a sex life!
Okay, if we split up,
we're dead, all right?
- We stick together.
- Exactly.
How are you two
not fucking already?
(tense music playing)
(dragon shrieking)
(sword shinging)
(video game music
playing faintly)
(tense music playing)
Shit, this thing's realistic.
Or am I actually drunk?
(suspenseful music playing)
Guys! Like, really, fuck off.
This isn't funny.
(suspenseful music playing)
(Marsh)
Now, forgive me, sweetheart,
but seeing as this is a time
when people started dying,
how did you see or know about it
if you weren't in the room?
And where exactly were you?
I was in Lasertag.
So how did you know what was--
(Rebecca)
Because the office had CCTV
and I saw it from there.
- But you were in Lasertag.
- I was there before.
I went after.
(Marsh) After you saw
a maniac with a knife,
you just went
on your way looking?
I thought it was a game
from Paul and Jackie.
Right.
(Rebecca) What's the issue?
Our issue is this.
Somebody wiped
all the CCTV footage.
I guess you were near
the office, right?
I'm not technical.
No, but you were near
the CCTV footage.
I was in Lasertag.
That's where I saw him.
I thought you saw him
in the jungle gym.
He moved from place
to place impossibly quickly.
So you're in Lasertag.
Can anyone back that up?
Yes. Danny.
- (scoffs) Well, that's helpful.
- (Rebecca) It's true.
That just makes you
the last person
to confirm they saw Danny alive.
I had no control
over what happened to him.
I tried to save him.
- How?
- I told him to run.
Well, I guess
he wasn't very fast.
(Danny breathing heavily)
- (Rebecca whispering) Danny!
- Jesus!
Are you okay?
There's someone in here with us.
There's somebody in here.
We have to get
the fuck out of here right now.
Are you fucking kidding me?
How the fuck
did Ryan get outside?
(Marcus)
Are we sure that's Ryan?
Well, yeah,
he's wearing that jersey
and that stupid fucking mask.
Ah. Vintage.
- It's a 1928 Mickey--
- Dude, tell him to shut up.
Yeah, Marcus.
How?
(Marcus) He's got
the whole fucking team in on it.
Like some cult shit.
Yeah, well, he's not moving.
So? (indistinct).
So they want us inside.
They want to trap us.
- (receiver beeping)
- We get that bit.
Does it work?
(Marcus sighs)
Not sure what I'd say anyways.
"Hey, 911.
There's a guy dressed as
Mickey Mouse trying to kill us."
- Hmm, ha-ha, funny.
- It wasn't a joke.
(Mickey on speaker)
You're so silly.
Ready or not.
I'm coming to find you.
(maniacal cackling)
Okay, focus.
This is
some sort of game, right?
A ritual or something?
(Marcus) Okay.
(Alex) Okay, and...
we can't call out,
the lines are dead.
We don't have our phones.
But, you guys, we need help.
- Fire Brigade.
- No, dumbass.
- The phones don't work.
- We don't need phones.
The alarm will bring them
here automatically.
(high-pitched scraping)
- (Marcus) Where is it?
- Yes. No, I-- I'll do it.
No! All together, remember?
No, you have
to stay here to silence it.
Okay. Um. What about the others?
Use the loudspeaker
and tell them to go to the roof.
There's only one way up.
We'll barricade the entrance.
The Fire Brigade
will be here in max 15 minutes.
- Got it.
- (Marcus) Got it.
He's gone.
Oh, no, he's out there for sure.
He moves quick. Too quick.
What do you mean?
- I don't know yet.
- Okay, this is stressful!
(indistinct),
let's be less cryptic.
Sorry.
Why did I get stuck with you?
I'm too pretty for this.
(Maria sighs)
Can you even run in those?
Take them off.
(tense music playing)
(fire alarm blaring)
- Did you see him?
- Yes, I saw him.
I don't know who it is.
It doesn't matter.
Let's get the fuck out of here
and we'll figure that
out after, okay?
- Okay.
- We gotta go.
Three.
Two. One.
Just do it already!
- Can you hurry?
- Oh, shit.
Gemma! Gemma! Danny! Becca!
Ryan's gone nuts
and he's killing people.
Head for the roof!
(suspenseful music playing)
Al, there you are.
Where is everybody?
What?
Are you high? What did I miss?
- (knife slashing)
- (Gemma gasping)
(Gemma choking)
(maniacal laughter)
(Alex panting)
(laughing continues)
Okay,
let's just make a run for it.
We're going nowhere
without Alex.
Okay, we get it.
You're in love with her.
Fuck. He's in laser tag.
And so is Danny and Becca.
Fuck. Well, fucking tell them!
Danny, he's coming at you.
Oh, shit.
- On your left!
- This way.
(Marcus speaks indistinctly
on speaker)
- (knife shinging)
- Run!
Okay, well?
I lost them.
Well, which way
are they heading?
- This way.
- Okay, let's go.
(Danny) We gotta go.
- (Rebecca) Fuck!
- Rebecca.
(Rebecca whimpering)
No. (panting) No.
(Rebecca screaming)
- Becca.
- (Rebecca whimpering)
Go! Run!
- (Rebecca crying)
- (Mickey) He knows (indistinct).
Run, rabbit, run.
- (maniacal laughter)
- Fuck this.
- (Danny grunts)
- (Rebecca breathing heavily)
(Rebecca) No. No. No.
No. (whimpering)
No. No.
(Rebecca whimpering)
(Rebecca screaming)
- (knife slashing)
- (Rebecca sobbing)
(Rebecca whimpering)
(Cole) So you watched
Danny get stabbed.
In the head.
- That's what I just said.
- (Cole) And you got away.
Not exactly.
(Marsh) Well, surely not.
Not when
he cut your ankle half open.
- I didn't forget.
- (Marsh) Lucky, though.
Let me cut your ankle half open
and see how lucky you feel.
(Marsh) Well, I'm just saying,
he stabbed Danny in the head.
But good job he avoided every
major organ when it came to you.
(Alex breathing heavily)
He's in laser tag.
No, he-- he was just in
the office with Gemma and me.
More than one, right?
Wait, no, he--
I know this sounds crazy,
but he vanished, like,
right in front of my eyes,
I-- I dropped my flashlight
and when I picked it up,
he was gone.
What? Like, he can teleport?
(sighs) Yes, I--
I know that sounds crazy.
Oh, no, it's not crazy.
A guy dressed
as Mickey Mouse is killing us.
Teleportation
is still very much on the table.
- But it tells us one thing.
- What?
He's alone.
He's just much quicker than us.
Where's Gemma?
- (Marcus sighs)
- Danny and Becca?
Okay, I-- I tripped
the fire alarm.
- They should be here soon.
- How long?
Ten minutes?
That's too long
to be stuck in here.
- The roof.
- Yeah, yes, the roof.
(Marsh)
And how did you escape again?
I didn't.
- He let you go?
- He got distracted.
By what?
Someone we almost forgot about.
We need weapons.
Yeah, we're going to find
a lot of those here
at a kid's play area, Marcus.
Well, we need to think
of something.
Otherwise, we're defenseless.
(Mickey on speaker) Oh, we seem
to have an uninvited guest.
- No.
- Alex, wait!
What?
Yeah, he's, like, completely
in love with me already.
It's totally disgusting.
Listen, put the phone down!
Put the phone down, please!
Hang up the phone and call 911!
Please, Jayna! Jayna!
I was like, "Dude,
I've already stalked you
heavily on the socials.
I know everything there is
to know about you, dickhead."
Jayna, please.
No, Jayna,
turn around, please, Jayna!
Yeah, yeah. She's super pissed.
Okay, look, I gotta go. Bye.
- (Alex) No, no, no, no!
- (indistinct)
(Alex)
(indistinct). No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no. No, please!
(screams) Stop.
(sobbing) No!
- No!
- (bones cracking)
(Alex whimpering)
(Alex sobbing)
Stop! (sobbing)
- No! No!
- (thudding)
- (knife slashing)
- (Alex sobbing)
(imitating sobbing)
(maniacal cackling)
- (cackling continues)
- What do you want from us?
- (cackling continues)
- What do you want, huh?
- You wanna kill me?
- (Mickey) Run, rabbit, run.
Fucking do it already, bitch!
(imitating sobbing)
(cackling continues)
(Maria)
Yeah, bullshit, we saw you.
Saw me fucking what?
(panting) What's going on?
What do you mean? It's Ryan.
- It's him.
- It-- it can't be him.
I just saw him murdering Jayna.
You saw one of him.
Got the team on it. Right, Ryan?
How much did you fuckers drink
after I passed out?
What the fuck?
No, it's not him.
Not who?
There is a guy
dressed up as Mickey Mouse.
Picking us off one by one.
And he can teleport.
(Ryan scoffs)
So you guys did drink
a shit ton after I passed out.
No, we're not drunk.
You went crazy
and started killing people.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
So if it wasn't you, it was
someone wearing your jersey.
Ah, oh, no, it's--
- See, it's him.
- No, it's not me.
- Yeah, really?
- Yeah, really.
But something.
You know something, right?
No, I don't know-- What?
(tense music playing)
Got the whole team on it, Ryan.
I know it.
No, dude, it's--
- Listen.
- Aha!
I don't fucking know
what's happening.
- But--
- (Marcus) But what?
But I did ask them
to hassle you a little bit.
Me?
- Yes, you.
- Why me?
Because she fucking
likes you more than me,
and I'm team captain.
If the boys see me lose
to fucking you,
are you kidding me,
you know what'll happen to me?
Well, now one
of your boys is murdering us.
- No!
- (Marcus) Ryan.
- Dude, I don't fucking know.
- Where are our phones?
They're in the bag
where I left them, why?
- It's not him.
- Why not?
You think his dumb ass
is masterminding this?
Fucking thank you.
No. He's not.
This is one of your teammates,
right, Ryan?
Ryan, do something.
Yeah, uh-- Chad?
Jerry?
Peter?
Is that fucking you?
Guys, I'm starting to think
this isn't the hockey team.
Yeah, this is something else.
(Ryan) This is the clown
with the fucking magic?
- It's a mouse.
- With magic.
So what do we do?
Kill, Ryan. Kill.
(Ryan)
The fuck did you just say to me?
It's not a fucking dog, Marcus.
Hey, pal,
I'm gonna need you to back up
for a second here, all right?
(grunts)
(Alex) The light!
(Mickey growling)
(tense music playing)
(Alex grunting)
(Alex whimpering)
(Mickey) You're not very good
at hide and seek,
because I found you.
Fuck yeah, Marcus!
- (Ryan grunts)
- (Mickey) Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
- (Ryan grunts)
- You can't trap me.
You can never trap me.
(Ryan breathing heavily)
- We need to get out of here.
- Okay. Okay.
(Ryan exclaims)
Fuck. Come on. Come here, Ryan.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Ryan. Come on. Come on.
- (Ryan groans)
- (Marcus) Wait. Stop.
Fuck. (grunts)
I think that fucker
broke my ankle. (groans)
He's not gonna stop now.
And now
he's openly facing all of us.
Because there's
not many of us left.
We need to barricade
that fucking door.
Why? He can teleport, remember?
Well, he should have done that
- before I beat his fucking ass.
- Beat his ass, Ryan?
I got some pretty good shots in.
What the fuck did you do?
Yeah-- yeah, you did.
- Thank you.
- No, but the light.
- Yeah, what is that?
- He's afraid of it.
That's why he attacks it.
Yeah, it wounds him,
it hurts him or something.
I fucking hurt him.
- No.
- Yes!
Yes, you did. But the light.
He doesn't like the light
because he can't teleport
when it's on him.
- Yeah, it traps him.
- Exactly.
So why would he
be afraid of that?
Because when we trap him,
we can fucking beat his ass.
Yeah, he's got a physical form.
So can't we just use
another flashlight?
No, maybe we can find
something better.
I don't want
to be in here anymore.
Can't we just go on
the roof or something?
I can't exactly use a ladder
or stairs right now.
Okay, we have to go.
He's coming for us.
No, we don't.
- We have to be smart.
- Right, so--
So we got to be unpredictable.
That we should
probably think of--
What, Ryan? Like, what the fuck?
I'm trying
to save our lives here.
I was going to
fucking agree with you, man.
- Okay, you're right.
- Oh, sorry.
Yeah, we're good.
Okay, so what does that mean?
We need to go
on the offensive, okay?
- Right.
- Right.
A game of cat and mouse.
And the only way to win
is to kill that goddamn mouse.
So are we doing
this shit or what?
- Doing what?
- We know this space.
We've been coming here
since we were five years old.
And...
we know his weakness.
He's just going to
attack the light.
No, but we can put it
somewhere out of reach.
So if this guy wants to party...
let's party.
We know you're in here.
So we're going to make a deal.
One game of hide and seek.
You find me in
the jungle gym in five minutes.
You can do whatever
the fuck you want with me.
But if we win and you don't...
then you let all of us go.
Do we have a game?
(Mickey on loudspeaker)
Ooh, I do love a good game.
So let's play.
(Cole) So everyone makes
this grand plan
to tackle a mass murderer.
Correct.
Because they figured out
that he has a weird phobia...
towards a flashlight.
Strobe light. Yeah.
And see,
even if I did believe that,
which I don't,
you couldn't have known that.
Why?
Because you were
still in lasertag.
That's where
the firefighters found you.
They told me
what happened in the ambulance.
In such wonderful detail, too.
They did. It's true.
(Marsh) I was worried
they'd be in shock.
Unable to say a single word.
Who?
Everyone else
that survived, Rebecca.
They can't seem to speak
as to what they experienced.
But here you are,
narrating the goddamn story.
The only one that seems to
have got out of this unscathed.
Like some sole survivor.
And I hate
a sole survivor, Rebecca.
If you think
I came out of this okay,
then you really
have not been listening.
(chilling music playing)
(Alex) Oh, you found me.
But I guess that means
I've also found you.
(Mickey) Stop. Stop. Stop.
(knife clattering)
(Maria)
Mickey? Mickey, over here!
(wrench clattering)
(Marcus) Hey.
Ever played mousetrap?
(wrench clattering)
Hit it.
(Mickey panting)
(Mickey growling)
(Mickey grunts)
(Mickey growling)
(Marcus grunting)
(Mickey growling)
Get off. (indistinct).
(Mickey grunting)
Ryan! (groans)
(breathing heavily)
(Alex) You're beat.
We found your kryptonite.
It's the light, isn't it?
You can't move, can you?
(Mickey panting)
Game over.
(maniacal cackling)
(Ryan grunting)
Where the hell did he go?
He's gone. He's not coming back.
So that's it?
(Rebecca) Well, nearly the end.
You expect us to buy
that this killer can teleport?
And you guys defeated him
with a strobing flashlight.
Rebecca,
you don't seem very upset
that all your friends are dead.
And that's our big problem.
Some friend you are.
(sirens wailing)
He's not coming back.
- (bones crunching)
- (Maria screaming)
(blood squelching)
(all panting)
(Marcus)
I never got to ask her out.
And he just cut her head off.
And teleported away.
What a complete c--
("Military Applications"
by dd Toby Leaman playing)
Cry with me baby
Yeah
Better way
But I've been thinking
on my feet
All the live long day
I've been stranded
on these streets
I need strange voices
And strange company
Without any ocean
Islands are free
I guess it happens
all the time
In all these modern ways
But don't get so uptight
We could be living
on the street
I need strange places
And strange company
And with love and depression
Islands are free
I really want it
I want to ride it ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
A little trial by fire
I want to ride it
I want to ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
Can it vaporize your mind
Can we sell it
to the local PD
To use on those dumb enough
to think and
We'll get it
into mass production
So long, so long
But we don't need
another, do we
We got enough (indistinct)
I'm a fucking angel
Oh, any old places
All underneath
(indistinct)
(indistinct)
Don't get so uptight
I know exactly how you feel
I hear strange voices
Vicariously
(indistinct)
islands are free
I really want it
I want to ride it ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
A little trial by fire
I want to ride it
I want to ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
Can it vaporize your mind
Can we sell it
to the local PD
To use on those dumb enough
to think and
We'll get it
into mass production
So long, so long
But we don't need
another, do we
We got enough (indistinct)
I'm a fucking angel
Oh we could fall in love
with strangers
It happens every single day
Oh we could fall in love
with strangers
It happens every single day
(music fading)
(eerie music playing)
(Mickey) Come play with me.
I have so many people
I want you to meet,
and we're just getting started.
(maniacal cackling)
(epic music playing)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(recorder beeps)
(Cole) It's Friday
the 13th of March,
time is 8:34.
Detective Cole
and Detective Marsh
for witness interview
of one Rebecca--
(Rebecca) Stop.
(dramatic music playing)
(Cole) Stop what?
(Rebecca)
Playing this one by the books.
It's not gonna be
that kind of night.
(Cole) Is that right?
(Rebecca) Bet your ass it is.
(Marsh) It's your ass
you should be concerned about.
A lot of people are dead
and a lot more want to know why.
Right now.
(Rebecca) Why?
It's not nearly
as interesting as how.
(Marsh)
Okay, we could start there.
There's nothing we've got
adds up.
- (Rebecca) Is that right?
- That's right, young lady.
A bunch of people are dead.
No consistent
eyewitness statements
about what happened.
Or even who the killer was.
And then there's you,
the miracle survivor.
(Rebecca)
You don't want to know.
(Marsh) Oh, we do.
Help yourself, Rebecca.
(Rebecca)
I'm trying to help you two.
How so?
(Rebecca) By saying nothing.
Because once you know,
you can't unknow.
We'll take our chances.
(Rebecca) You're sure?
All right,
we can do this all night.
But you're not leaving that cell
without telling us what happened
and who the killer was.
Or we're charging you
for the multiple murders.
(Rebecca)
If I tell you, I'm dead.
(Cole)
We can help you with that.
(Rebecca) Then you're dead, too.
Okay, let's slow this down.
Start from the beginning.
Okay.
I warned you.
(ominous music playing)
("Coke Syrup"
by Blair Gun playing)
You make it, you chase it
What happens
When you hustle
in the city with me
But I'm still feeling tired
And nothing happens
when I'm feeling the beat
But I never
even had that much
'Cause I never got
my coke syrup today
(arcade machine beeping)
And I never
really have much fun
'Cause I never got
my coke syrup today
I already know
I already know
it's good for me
I already know
I already know
it's ruined me
Added a line
Out of my mind
Added a line I can't tell
I already know
Oh, no, okay.
And then what happened?
I have a fire truck, uh,
but Jesse wanted her ice cream,
but she didn't want
to play near her friend
because Jack, uh, smells bad.
But I don't even like Jack.
Do you have my water bottle?
No, I-- I don't have
your water bottle.
I'm sorry,
but I-- I can get you water.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No.
Why, do you want
to be my boyfriend?
No.
Ok-- okay, no,
that's-- that's okay.
It's fine. (chuckles)
You need to date
someone your own age.
That's what my mom says
to my dad
who-- she says he's pathetic
and needs to get a life.
Oh, no, uh, that's horrible.
Don't you get it?
You need to date
someone your own age, loser.
Uh, please be careful.
(boy)
Yeah, Mom, come pick me up.
I've seen
some rejections in my time,
but-- but, man,
that was hard to watch.
Shut up.
- Miss Alex?
- Yes, Rachel?
Joseph pushed me.
Oh, well, maybe don't play
near Joseph right now, okay?
Can you do something about it?
Well, uh, y-- yeah,
I will definitely talk to him
when I see him.
That's it?
Well, what would you
like me to do, Rachel?
Just kill him.
Uh, Rachel, don't say that.
I don't want to say it,
just do it.
Jesus.
Ah, kids today, huh?
- Yeah, a little excessive.
- (Tim) Yeah, indeed.
Must have been different
in the 1940s.
- Oh, ouch.
- She's kidding.
I'm not.
You know what?
It was a simpler time.
The younglings respected
their elders.
Oh, wow, that was then.
This is now, Grandpa.
Ah, speaking of now--
No, no, no, no, no, please.
We close in, like, 15 minutes.
(Tim) I'm afraid we just got
a last-minute booking.
I'm gonna need
the two of you to stay.
Got to be kidding me. (groans)
Please tell me this is
the famous British sarcasm
that you always use
but we never really understand?
(chuckles)
No, the call just came--
Wait a minute,
you don't understand my sarcasm?
We don't.
It-- but it-- it sounds really,
really nice with your accent.
(chuckles) Well, I...
Nice try.
I still need you both to stay.
Okay, how many?
(Tim) It's not bad,
eight of them,
and only for three hours.
Yeah, I guess it's not that bad.
(Tim) And it's double time.
Well, okay, well, we like that,
but do we actually
have to, like, stay?
Like, for real, though?
Oh, I suppose
if I-- if I think about it,
I could find a way
to pay you double time
and just have you do
none of the work.
That would be great.
Yeah, no, I'm sensing
that famous British sarcasm.
Sharp cookie over here.
Come on, I know
it's been a long day, ladies,
but, um-- I'll tell you what,
you don't have
to clean the slush machine.
We're supposed
to clean the slush machine?
- Funny.
- (Alex giggling)
Okay, sounds good.
I'll, uh, text you
when I lock up.
(phone chimes)
(Tim) Speaking of texting,
Jayna, would you do me a favor
and try and look
like you work for me?
(scoffs) What? I am.
And don't forget to clock out,
otherwise
I don't pay you at all.
- Yeah, we got it.
- (Tim) Thank you, ladies.
God, I hate rich kids
who can afford
to hire out this whole place.
Yeah, but it's double time,
and I could really use the cash.
I can never tell if he's joking.
About double time?
About cleaning
the slush machine.
Jayna.
- Relax, bro, it's a joke.
- (phone chimes)
- I clean it.
- (Alex laughs)
Sometimes.
Okay, well, you-- you're a fan
of easy money, right?
I mean, how hard can it be?
(children screaming)
(Cole) Yeah,
no one can locate Mr. Collins.
Who?
The manager.
Is his body somewhere else?
I have no idea
what happened to him.
I saw something.
God knows what that was.
(sighs)
Do you think
the killer is Tim Collins?
Look, I have no clue
what happened to him.
For all I know,
he went and got pissed.
Maybe he fucked off to Vegas.
Maybe he watched a movie
that changed his life.
(ominous music playing)
(door clicks open)
(door shuts closed)
(sighs)
(projector whirring)
(playful vintage music playing)
(steamboat rattling)
- (maniacal cackling)
- Hello?
(ominous music playing)
Hello?
Alex?
Jayna?
(joyful music continues)
(maniacal cackling)
(projector whirring)
(Mickey) Hey!
(electric buzzing)
(maniacal laughing)
(dramatic music playing)
Stop messing around.
(cartoon continues)
Hello?
Hello?
Alex?
Jayna?
(Mickey) I can see you.
Do you want to see me?
(maniacal laughing)
Do you want to see what I see?
(phone chiming)
(cups clattering)
Jayna!
Come on, let's take a break.
This will be one less thing
we have to do later.
You know, those kids are just
going to make a mess again.
You know,
if Mike sees you doing that,
he's going to kill you.
How would he see?
Um, the cameras?
He doesn't check them.
Do you want to hit this?
- No, I'm good.
- (phone chimes)
So, what's going on with you?
Like, what's new with Alex?
Like, I care.
You know that, right?
- I'm sorry, what? (chuckles)
- What?
Where-- where
is this coming from?
Bitch, please.
I've had your back
since day one.
I know everything there is
to know about Alex...
- Fen.
- Fen!
I was just about to say that.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- What-- what is happening?
- What?
This-- like,
what is happening right now?
I just want you to know
that I got you.
And if you ever needed anything,
anything at all,
I would do that for you,
my friend.
Maybe my best friend. Ever.
Mm-hm.
Jayna,
do you need something?
Girl, hear me out.
There's this boy.
Oh, here we go. Yup.
What? You don't even know.
You want to leave me here
with eight rich kids
so you can go meet a guy, hmm?
- Oh, you do know. Damn.
- Jayna, please.
Hold on.
I'll just pop out
and be right back.
- Really?
- I will!
Mm-hmm.
And if I don't,
you don't have to clock me out.
You know I want the bills.
Yeah, if there is something
you want more than a guy,
it is money. (chuckles)
So?
(grunts) Fine.
But you have to come back
immediately after.
- You have to help me clean up.
- I will.
- Jayna?
- I will. I swear.
(Alex) Okay.
I love you so much, Alex...
Fen. Jesus Christ, Jayna.
- Alex Fen.
- I'm sorry.
I know a lot of Alexes.
Most of them are guys,
by the way.
Yeah. Yeah. All right. Go.
I can wait a bit.
Go, please,
before I change my mind.
I love you. Love you.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
All right.
He better be worth it.
He totally won't be.
I'll be back!
(groans)
She's not coming back.
("The Runaway"
by dd Toby Leaman playing)
If I were me
I'd throw
every old resistor away
Got it to
a forsaken unbeliever boy
Don't want to be
a cannibal anyway
And we won't
need them anymore
(Alex grunts)
Feeling just like an addict
But I never score
No, I don't believe
in good luck anymore
(phone ringing)
'Cause I never had to worry
if I'd look dumb when I'm dead
I'm coming. I'm coming.
(groans)
(ringing continues)
Hello, Funhaven.
(ominous music playing)
Hello?
Help us with something.
How do you know
she got the call?
She told me.
She was freaked out by it.
(Marsh) Well,
here's the problem.
We have
all the calls in and out,
and the whole building didn't
get a single call all night.
So?
So why would Alex
make something like that up?
I don't know. Ask Alex.
Fine.
So who was this mystery caller?
I mean, did they say anything?
Nothing. He didn't say a word.
He didn't say a single word?
(Rebecca) Nothing.
And how did you know
it was a he?
What?
You said he didn't say one word.
Would you like me
to play the tape back?
- It's what Alex said.
- Really?
If you don't believe me,
again,
you can ask Alex.
(ominous music playing)
(eerie music playing)
(joyful vintage music playing)
Jayna?
(chain rattling)
Mike?
Is that you?
(ominous music playing)
(chain rattling)
(Alex panting)
(all) Surprise!
What-- what's going on?
Surprise, gorgeous.
We got this huge party for you.
We got drinks. We got friends.
We got cake.
We got anything that you want.
What? What, uh--
For your last-minute
private birthday party.
Well, your birthday party.
Wait. (pants)
But
you realize my birthday isn't
for, like,
a whole two weeks, right?
Yeah, well, if we did it then,
then it wouldn't
have been a surprise.
You-- you guys are--
you are crazy.
But-- but Jackie,
your birthday is before mine.
Mm-hmm.
(Alex laughs awkwardly)
Um, thank you.
I just-- I can't believe
you guys picked here
of all places.
Well, you know, we had
most of our collective birthdays
here as kids,
and seeing as you're
saying goodbye to childhood,
I figured it just made sense.
Hey, I said
you'd prefer a strip club.
Any excuse to go
to a strip club, right, Paul?
Hey, you were into it.
Is that keeping it a secret?
Um, well,
that is very dramatic, Ryan,
but I don't know,
also kind of true.
Hi. You look good.
(Ryan) Alex, seriously,
you're the best of us.
You deserve the best party
that we can throw.
(Alex laughs)
And you guys got Marcus
to come out.
(Ryan) Yeah, I mean, well,
it's kind of his idea, but...
But, you know, if I--
if I really am
the birthday girl,
maybe, I don't know,
you can get me a real drink?
- On it.
- (Jackie) Thank God.
- I need another shot.
- (Paul) I think you're good.
I think you've had enough.
This was really sweet of you.
Thank you.
(sighs) Well,
I promised you I would.
- What?
- Remember?
On our eighth birthday,
we said we'd have
all our birthdays here.
Oh, my God, yeah, no, we did.
I love that you remember that.
And, um, thank you
for bringing everyone. (laughs)
(Ryan) Hey,
Ryan's Triple Rye and Whiskey
is coming right up just for you.
- Oh, I didn't invite Ryan.
- This is for you.
Yeah, no, I-- uh,
I kind of figured
he invited himself.
(Marcus) Could have been worse.
He wanted to bring
the whole hockey team.
What can I say, man?
I like to party, all right?
Okay, birthday girl,
let's cut this cake.
(Alex) Um, okay.
Who and why?
Well, it's a cake.
You said I could pick one.
Paul would literally put
anything in his mouth.
(all groaning)
Okay, yeah, I wish
I never had that imagery.
(Alex blows candles)
- (all cheering)
- (Ryan) Happy Birthday!
(eerie music playing)
Right, Al, drinking game,
let's do this right now.
We just got here.
Give her a minute.
Oh, my gosh, guys, it's a law
when you start the party--
- That is in no way a law.
- Dude, shut up, you wankstain.
Whoa! Chill, juice-head.
How about we let
the birthday girl decide?
Okay. Okay, okay.
You know, I think
I know just the game.
(Ryan) All right, let me
show you how it's fucking done.
Get out of the way here. Boom!
Motherfucker!
(Cole) We get it.
Bunch of kids taking advantage.
Drinking too much.
Fucking around with
a good excuse of a birthday.
But everyone was
in the same room, right?
Is that a yes? For the tape.
Yes.
(Cole) Thanks.
But help me out.
You're-- you're getting along.
You're all friends.
So why did you guys split up?
Split up?
(Cole)
The group separated a little.
Yeah, it's a party.
We're not gonna sit in a circle.
Why not?
Because we're not
nine years old.
I'm sure you boys
have heard of group dynamics.
Those exist
in groups of close friends, too.
- Yeah, we know what that is.
- Oh, thank God.
And what it means.
Someone didn't like someone.
And another word for that
is motive.
And I'm sure
you've heard of that word.
Even if you were
a nine-year-old.
- So?
- So who didn't like who?
And why?
(eerie music playing)
Danny...
All right. We're listening.
(indistinct chatter
in background)
Too much for you?
I like the game
until Ryan decides to make it
an actual competition.
He's intense.
(Ryan) Fuck!
Sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, guys.
All right, let's try it again.
- (Alex) Okay.
- (Ryan) All right, (indistinct).
Watch this. (indistinct).
Motherfucker!
If by intense you mean
the boy most likely to kill
someone in a road rage accident?
Uh, he means well.
He means to get her drunk.
Eh, same thing.
It's really not.
Hey, it's not a bad tactic.
- Think you'll enjoy jail, Paul?
- (Paul)
Hard to say.
- (phone chimes)
- (Ryan) Okay.
(Jackie) Come find me. (moans)
Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
- What? She's not drunk?
- (Danny scoffs)
Well, she is a bit of a whore,
so you know what?
She's actually perfect
for you, Paul.
(Danny laughs)
Well, ladies, gentlemen,
excuse me.
I'll be right back.
(Marcus chuckling)
- Man, he's dead.
- What?
Like, if he was
in a horror movie,
he'd never say,
"I'll be right back."
Because then you don't.
You just die.
You know, I used to think
you were just a little quirky,
but--
Total serial
killer vibes, right?
Yes.
Totally.
(Alex) Danny,
stop smoking in here.
It's vape!
(Ryan) Fuck!
Okay, one more time.
Oh, on it. Right back.
That's what
I'm fucking talking about.
Did you see
that motherfucking shit?
(grunts) Fuck you.
Let's fucking go!
Wait.
- Marcus?
- (Rebecca) What?
Well, someone said
Marcus was a serial killer.
They said
he had serial killer vibes.
- Really?
- (Rebecca) It was a joke.
It's not when there's
a bunch of dead bodies.
Surely Marcus isn't a suspect,
given what happened?
We didn't think so,
but should we be thinking that?
I'm not going to tell you
what to think.
You weren't there,
so I'm assuming
somebody told you.
(Rebecca) Yes.
Who?
- One of the girls.
- Which one?
(dramatic music playing)
One of the dead ones.
You feel a little obstructive.
Funny, because I'm trying
to tell you what happened,
and you keep stopping me.
Go on, Rebecca.
(suspenseful music playing)
Come and find me.
(ominous musical playing)
Y'all ready to watch this shit?
Watch this.
Oh, yeah. Here we go. Fucking--
- Fuck.
- (phone buzzing)
Oh-- ooh, no, no, no, no, no.
If my boss sees that,
he's going to kill me.
Relax. We are the private party.
No, he-- he thinks
we're eight kids,
and he definitely
doesn't think I'm drinking,
and he's definitely
going to fire me
if he ever finds out, so.
Oh, yeah. Dude, no. Yeah.
Oh, you bet
your fucking ass it is, dude.
Yeah.
Yeah, just get him here
and consider it done.
What's the deal
with this guy Marcus?
He's a douchebag.
So we're roughing him up
because he's a douchebag?
Well, not just that.
He's kind of talking
to our boy's girl.
Oh, he's talking to Jennifer?
No, no. No, not his main.
No, no.
Uh, he's talking
to his backup chick.
- Oh. He is a douche.
- Yeah.
What kind of guy hits
on another guy's backup girl?
- Only mindless douchebags.
- Yeah.
- Where are they?
- Funhaven.
- Oh, that's Tim Collins' place.
- Who's Tim Collins?
He's our old captain
from the '90s.
He's one of us.
- Nice.
- Yeah.
He took a few pucks
to the head, though.
Hazing?
(Cole) Several
of Ryan's hockey teammates said
that he wanted a few guys
to, uh, teach Marcus a lesson.
A lesson in what?
In who deserved
Alex's affection, I guess.
So, bullies, you mean?
Apparently.
(Rebecca)
I didn't know about that.
- Is that who did this?
- No.
- (Rebecca) I don't understand.
- It wasn't them.
Because the boys
that volunteered
for that little mission
didn't make it to the Funhouse.
- What happened to them?
- (Marsh) Oh, you don't know?
Why would I know?
Well, you seem to know
just about everything else.
(Rebecca) Everything
that happened inside Funhouse.
Just thought we'd ask.
So, what happened to them?
(Marsh) Another few dead bodies
to add to the pile.
(Rebecca)
Well, you know what they say
about bullies, Detective?
- What's that?
- They only respond to strength.
(eerie music playing)
Okay, yeah,
I'll talk to you later, man.
Okay.
- (whispering) Fuck.
- What?
Hey. (sighs) What's up?
No phones.
Oh, oh, yeah.
Yeah. Hey, you know what?
Yeah, let's be a team sport.
Everybody,
phones in the bag, right now.
Actually, my mom
might need to call me.
(Ryan babbles)
Phone, bag, now.
Right here, come on.
No, Ryan, if he needs
to keep his phone, he can.
(Marcus) You know what?
No.
She'll be fine for a few hours.
Phone, phone.
Where, uh--
where's Paulie and Jackie?
(scoffs) Whatever they're doing
does not involve their phones.
- It probably does.
- (all groaning)
Ooh, I like this, the no phones.
- Yeah, that's old school.
- Yeah.
Oh, and let's
make it interesting.
First one to go for their phones
has to buy a round of drinks.
Hmm, speaking of shots,
come here,
I want to show you something.
- But--
- (Ryan) Drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink!
Drink, drink, drink, drink.
- Drink, drink, drink, drink.
- Oh, look, Connect 4.
- (Ryan) Drink, drink.
- (indistinct).
(Marie chuckles)
- (Alex) You want to play?
- (Marcus) Sure.
Becca, take a day off
from hating everything.
- I'm not.
- It's true, babe.
Would it kill you to smile?
Just, like,
think of something you love.
(laughs) Oh, wow.
Shut up.
Hey, it's fine, we all love
something we can't have.
Yeah, well, we can have a drink.
Yes, we can. (chuckles)
(sniffles)
Wait, hold on.
Do you have protection?
Uh, I don't have any.
- Relax, I'm clean.
- (scoffs) Well, I might not be.
Really? (mutters)
- You're unbelievable.
- Thank you.
(Jackie sighs)
(eerie music playing)
- (chain clattering)
- (Mickey) Hey.
- Hello?
- It's nothing, it's nothing.
- Stop, stop.
- Who's there?
(Jackie screaming)
(overlapping shouting)
Fuck!
(squealing) I did it! (laughs)
Well, looks like the boys
are buying the drinks all night.
- Rematch, now.
- Do we look stupid?
We already won.
What more to gain?
- A bet is a bet.
- They got us.
Let's do the honorable thing
and not be sore losers.
Oh, fuck that, man!
I mean, guys--
All right? Good game.
Smooth, Ryan.
Wait, I thought
Marcus had a crush on Alex.
A lot of people
had a crush on Alex.
Who else had a cru--
Oh, uh, I see.
Well, we didn't...
I didn't mean to assume
your sexual orientation
was, uh--
well, I didn't think and, um--
- Relax.
- Jesus Christ.
We don't give a shit
what you are,
what you identify as.
The only thing we care about
is motive.
Why people died.
Now, the only thing
everyone can agree at is
that Alex is
the heart of this thing.
So should we be looking at Ryan?
- I'm not doing your job for you.
- I didn't--
(Rebecca) But if you're trying
to put Marcus as a suspect,
you might as well add Ryan too
for the exact same reason.
- And hell, even me.
- You are a suspect.
That's just how we view things
until we can clear you
of any wrongdoings.
If. If we can clear you.
Oh. So you're the bad cop.
Got it.
- Hey, this is serious!
- (Rebecca) It is.
So stop playing childish games.
(sighs) Cheers to a good night.
To a good night. (laughs)
Hey, who moved the knife?
(bottles clinking)
- Ooh.
- You good?
Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.
- I'm fine.
- Sure, Ryan.
Buddy, I could out-drink you
any day of the week.
- Sure thing, Ryan.
- (Marie chuckles)
- Come again, fucker?
- Oh, oh, wait.
Um, you know,
why don't we go to a real bar?
So I can have
my first legal drink.
Now we're talking.
Good timing.
We're almost out of vodka.
And there will
probably be men there, so...
Hey. We're men.
You're boys.
- Men.
- Boys.
And boys who are both in love
with the same woman.
(Alex sighs) Okay.
- Let's go?
- Oh! I'll drive.
- (Alex) You will not.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Al, Al, Al, Al.
Listen, listen, listen, listen.
Let's talk, okay?
Listen, listen, listen.
Me and you. Okay?
Let's-- let's--
let's drop the act, okay?
Listen. The stars wrote it.
Everybody wants it.
- Let's just make it happen.
- What-- what to happen?
Me and you. To be official.
I know
you've been flirting with me.
Am I that obvious?
Yeah, but hey,
we can work on that, all right?
It's all right. Listen, listen.
I have had my eye on you
for a while.
Aren't you
with Jennifer right now?
Oh, yeah, but that was then.
This is now.
- But then I saw you.
- Oh.
Um, yeah, Ryan, we've known
each other since we were nine.
You did not just see me.
Yeah, but that was--
that was different, okay?
We were kids back then.
But now your body--
mm, so tight.
Okay.
Can we talk about this tomorrow?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't be afraid to fall for me.
I will try my best.
But you should know
I am still playing around
with the idea
of whether I'm gay or not, so...
Oh.
Damn.
Oh, that makes sen--
yeah, because it couldn't have--
yeah, it's popular now.
Right. Okay, yeah, I get it.
- Come on.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is that it?
- I guess so.
- Are you sure?
Yeah.
All right, well,
I can't protect you
if I'm not your boyfriend.
Protect me from what, Ryan?
(snorts) You'll see.
Okay.
- Where's Danny?
- He's in the bathroom.
- Our phones?
- I got 'em.
(sack rustling)
(eerie music playing)
What's wrong?
You don't got a key?
No, I-- I have keys,
but-- this--
this is not how we lock up.
- This-- this isn't ours.
- I don't get it.
Stand aside, cupcake. (sighs)
(Ryan clears throat)
(Alex) Fucking Danny.
It's Danny, isn't it?
It's a fucking birthday prank.
No, not Danny.
Paul and Jackie do pranks,
like, both of them.
- It's locked.
- (Rebecca) They took our phones.
Perfect.
(Marcus)
Are you sure it's not them?
- (loudspeaker squealing)
- (Jackie) Come find me. (moans)
Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
Jackie, please, come on.
I don't want to play this game.
I want to keep drinking!
It's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
(Jackie) Come find me.
You'll get
what you're looking for.
Great, now we have
to play their stupid game.
Hey, there's probably
a fire exit here, right?
Yeah, you know there is.
I do?
Yeah, but you scared the shit
out of me earlier with the mask.
- Not me.
- Nor me.
- Nope.
- Don't look at me.
I don't wear costumes.
(Gemma) Well, maybe it was Paul.
- I guess.
- (Gemma) Please. Trapping women?
That's totally
a Paul thing to do.
(chain rattling)
- Ah, shit's still locked.
- (Alex groaning)
I even saw him
messing with this.
- Who?
- Paul. Earlier.
I hate to say I told you so.
Where the hell have you been?
- I was in the bathroom.
- Doing what?
- Would you like a number?
- (Alex) Okay.
Anyway, the faster
we play their game,
the faster
we can get out of here
and get some real drinks.
So?
(Alex) So--
Okay, how about this?
First person to find
our resident sleazy couple
doesn't have to pay
for a single drink all night.
Oh, I am into that idea.
Excuse me, buddy.
(Gemma) Well,
we have to find them, dumbass.
Well, where the fuck
did they go?
Well, if we knew that,
we wouldn't have to go
looking for them, Ryan, geez.
You need
that hockey scholarship.
What I need is another beer,
thank you very much.
Hmm. I doubt that.
What the hell
did you just say to me?
I said, "Let's go find them."
Uh, Jungle gym.
That's where they are.
(Alex) Great.
You sure?
(laughs) No, not at all.
But I needed something
to motivate them.
I think Ryan will do anything
you tell him to.
Like if you wanted to murder
a homeless man, just tell him.
- (Alex chuckles)
- He's eager.
- He's all bravado.
- True.
But, you know,
it's not a bad thing.
How do you mean?
(gentle instrumental playing)
Well, he goes for what he wants.
To risk it all,
not knowing what might happen?
Yeah, I kind of
like that about him.
But, you know,
it's not him that I like.
Can I give you your gift now?
Sure.
(Cole) Wait,
is this some terrible subplot
of a '90s slasher film?
What?
Uh, the boy who can't get
the girl next door.
(Rebecca) No, it's not.
It sure sounds
like a really bad '90s film.
I wasn't alive in the '90s.
Know your audience.
That's right.
She wasn't alive in the '90s.
But she is now.
Which is something
we can't figure out.
So maybe
you should know your audience.
I know my audience.
(Marsh)
Then get to the good part.
Who saw him first?
(Ryan) The fuck
are these people?
(sighs) Okay.
I just want a goddamn drink.
Oh, shit. (groans) Okay, nice.
(eerie music playing)
Holy fucking shit, dude.
You scared
the shit out of me, man.
Holy crap, she's going to freak
when she sees you.
(Ryan panting)
Dude?
(Rebecca) Jackie?
Paul?
No one wants to play
your game anymore, guys.
Not funny, Paul.
Let's go.
(chilling string music playing)
Paul?
- (knife slashing)
- (Rebecca screams softly)
(Mickey grunts)
(Rebecca panting)
(Rebecca whimpering)
(thudding)
(Danny grunts)
Ryan, you douchebag!
Stop dicking around!
(rising horror music playing)
(Marie panting)
Help, somebody help me!
(screams) Stop!
(tense music playing)
(heroic music playing)
- (Alex) Where are you taking me?
- Careful.
Ooh!
Oh, God. (chuckling)
- Is it food? I love food.
- Better.
Even better.
- What's better than food?
- (clears throat)
Oh, God. Please don't be naked.
(scoffs) I'm not Ryan.
(chuckles) No, you're right. I--
I never would have closed
my eyes if you were him.
Okay.
Open.
Marcus. Is this--
- Yes, it is.
- No way.
This is every sour candy
from around the world.
Are you serious?
- You remembered?
- Who would forget?
What-- Everyone.
I always tell them
how much I love sour candy.
(Marcus) Anyone who
really knew you would know.
- This is all she wants.
- Anybody who really loves me!
(stammering) Well.
Don't just sit there.
Pick a country. Dig in.
Okay. (chuckles) Mm.
Ooh, fishies.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Remember your life as it is now.
- (Alex giggling)
- And go.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Yeah, you did good.
That one-- that one
has some kick. (chuckles)
(Alex giggling)
Um, so...
do I get a birthday wish?
Sure.
Ask me out.
What?
If you really want to make
my birthday something special...
ask me out.
(sighs) Okay.
Umm...
(Maria) Guys!
Guys.
What's up?
We have a big problem,
like, a serious problem.
Yeah, well, a-- are you okay?
It's blood. Not-- not my blood.
Ryan's gone absolutely nuts.
- It's probably just Ryan--
- No, listen to me.
He's gone completely nuts.
There's blood
all over the jungle gym.
- Blood?
- Yes.
- Wait, i-- is he hurt?
- No, babe, not-- not his blood.
Like he murdered
someone's blood.
Like he's on a-- a drunken
rampage or something.
Okay, enough. I'm--
I'm going to go to the office.
I'm going to turn off the music
and switch on the light.
- Good plan.
- Stay here.
What? You want me to come?
No, it's okay.
We'll get that moment
back later.
I wish I had
my phone or something.
Like, he's attacking people?
Yes, he swung a knife at me.
Okay, uh, we got to call 911.
Hence the phone comment
I just made.
Oh, landlines.
(tense music playing)
(keyboard clacking)
(Mickey on phone)
Beep, beep, beep.
The call you're trying
to reach is dead.
(maniacal cackling)
Oh, my golly gosh.
Look at you.
Go find your friends
so we can all play a game
of hide and seek.
But this time,
if I find any of you,
it's game over.
(maniacal cackling)
(faint blues rock playing)
(men chuckling)
We should go.
Eh, it's only next door.
Yeah, but I'd rather get him
in the parking lot than in here.
- Why?
- Because if we get him in here,
then we might get kicked out.
Then we have to find
somewhere else to drink.
That's smart.
- See, that's actually smart.
- (bell rings)
Oh. Oh, come on.
(door clicks close)
- What is that?
- (man 1) Wow.
Look who arrived early.
(man 2) He thinks this is, uh,
some sort of costume party.
(man 1)
Jeez, this is going to be easy.
I think Buddy here's
on the spectrum or something.
So we really can't do
what Ryan's asking.
So let's make this clear.
Stay the fuck away from Alex.
(man 2)
Hey, buddy, are you listening?
So you got it.
You're going to stay away.
Excuse me?
You think this is a joke?
This fucking guy.
Stay the fuck away from Alex,
you hear me?
I don't believe it.
Well, there's another way
we can go about this
if you're really having
difficulty understanding.
Is that what you want?
(goon grunting)
(tense music playing)
Yo, man.
Yo, we were just kidding around.
There's no need
to do anything else.
- (man 1 grunts)
- (thudding)
(maniacal cackling)
- (Marcus sighs)
- (phone beeping rapidly)
- Well?
- (sighs) No dial tone.
There's probably one
at reception.
No. Let's wait for Alex.
- You okay?
- No, did you see him?
No, and we don't want to.
(sighs) Flashlights?
Yeah, I-- I couldn't get
the power on--
The lights on and--
I think the power's off
in most of the building.
- Fire exit?
- Yes, fire exit. Let's go.
(suspenseful music playing)
(switch clicks)
Whoa, hey,
whoa, what's going on?
Turn it off. Turn it off.
Ryan, turn it off. Turn it off!
Okay, okay.
I am too high for this.
I am too high for this.
I am too high for this.
(whimpering)
I am way too high for this.
I am way too high for this.
I am way too high for this.
I am way too--
Get me the fuck off this ride!
(Danny screaming)
Holy fuck.
Yeah, we have a serious
problem here.
What the hell?
- Are they dead?
- Yeah, Maria.
They look pretty fucking dead.
(Maria) Ryan's lost it!
Like, why would he do this?
(sighs) Not even steroids.
That's it. Drugs and alcohol.
And the fact that
you wouldn't hook up with him.
Oh, great idea.
Yeah, I'll go find him now
that he's murdering people.
It's a little late now.
Let me try
the door one more time.
Oh, right, 'cause he's going to
be less locked this time.
(Danny whimpering)
(Danny) Ryan! Ryan!
Turn it off! Turn it off!
(breaks hissing)
(Danny breathing heavily)
(Danny grunting)
(tense music playing)
(Danny grunts)
(Danny panting)
(eerie music playing)
(Danny breathing heavily)
(maniacal cackling)
- What was that?
- Was that Danny?
I think so.
- Fuck! Shit!
- Hey.
What?
Do you have a fucking plan?
Yes, I got a plan. Don't panic.
(Maria) What's the plan?
To not panic.
Oh, my fucking God! Alex!
Okay, um, well, we clearly
need to get out of here.
We-- we can break the glass.
We can find something
to break the glass with.
No, don't make too much noise.
He'll hear us.
- We'll be quick about it.
- I'll get something.
Wait.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We-- we all go together.
- Exactly.
- Why?
Haven't you seen
any horror film ever?
No, Marcus. I have a sex life!
Okay, if we split up,
we're dead, all right?
- We stick together.
- Exactly.
How are you two
not fucking already?
(tense music playing)
(dragon shrieking)
(sword shinging)
(video game music
playing faintly)
(tense music playing)
Shit, this thing's realistic.
Or am I actually drunk?
(suspenseful music playing)
Guys! Like, really, fuck off.
This isn't funny.
(suspenseful music playing)
(Marsh)
Now, forgive me, sweetheart,
but seeing as this is a time
when people started dying,
how did you see or know about it
if you weren't in the room?
And where exactly were you?
I was in Lasertag.
So how did you know what was--
(Rebecca)
Because the office had CCTV
and I saw it from there.
- But you were in Lasertag.
- I was there before.
I went after.
(Marsh) After you saw
a maniac with a knife,
you just went
on your way looking?
I thought it was a game
from Paul and Jackie.
Right.
(Rebecca) What's the issue?
Our issue is this.
Somebody wiped
all the CCTV footage.
I guess you were near
the office, right?
I'm not technical.
No, but you were near
the CCTV footage.
I was in Lasertag.
That's where I saw him.
I thought you saw him
in the jungle gym.
He moved from place
to place impossibly quickly.
So you're in Lasertag.
Can anyone back that up?
Yes. Danny.
- (scoffs) Well, that's helpful.
- (Rebecca) It's true.
That just makes you
the last person
to confirm they saw Danny alive.
I had no control
over what happened to him.
I tried to save him.
- How?
- I told him to run.
Well, I guess
he wasn't very fast.
(Danny breathing heavily)
- (Rebecca whispering) Danny!
- Jesus!
Are you okay?
There's someone in here with us.
There's somebody in here.
We have to get
the fuck out of here right now.
Are you fucking kidding me?
How the fuck
did Ryan get outside?
(Marcus)
Are we sure that's Ryan?
Well, yeah,
he's wearing that jersey
and that stupid fucking mask.
Ah. Vintage.
- It's a 1928 Mickey--
- Dude, tell him to shut up.
Yeah, Marcus.
How?
(Marcus) He's got
the whole fucking team in on it.
Like some cult shit.
Yeah, well, he's not moving.
So? (indistinct).
So they want us inside.
They want to trap us.
- (receiver beeping)
- We get that bit.
Does it work?
(Marcus sighs)
Not sure what I'd say anyways.
"Hey, 911.
There's a guy dressed as
Mickey Mouse trying to kill us."
- Hmm, ha-ha, funny.
- It wasn't a joke.
(Mickey on speaker)
You're so silly.
Ready or not.
I'm coming to find you.
(maniacal cackling)
Okay, focus.
This is
some sort of game, right?
A ritual or something?
(Marcus) Okay.
(Alex) Okay, and...
we can't call out,
the lines are dead.
We don't have our phones.
But, you guys, we need help.
- Fire Brigade.
- No, dumbass.
- The phones don't work.
- We don't need phones.
The alarm will bring them
here automatically.
(high-pitched scraping)
- (Marcus) Where is it?
- Yes. No, I-- I'll do it.
No! All together, remember?
No, you have
to stay here to silence it.
Okay. Um. What about the others?
Use the loudspeaker
and tell them to go to the roof.
There's only one way up.
We'll barricade the entrance.
The Fire Brigade
will be here in max 15 minutes.
- Got it.
- (Marcus) Got it.
He's gone.
Oh, no, he's out there for sure.
He moves quick. Too quick.
What do you mean?
- I don't know yet.
- Okay, this is stressful!
(indistinct),
let's be less cryptic.
Sorry.
Why did I get stuck with you?
I'm too pretty for this.
(Maria sighs)
Can you even run in those?
Take them off.
(tense music playing)
(fire alarm blaring)
- Did you see him?
- Yes, I saw him.
I don't know who it is.
It doesn't matter.
Let's get the fuck out of here
and we'll figure that
out after, okay?
- Okay.
- We gotta go.
Three.
Two. One.
Just do it already!
- Can you hurry?
- Oh, shit.
Gemma! Gemma! Danny! Becca!
Ryan's gone nuts
and he's killing people.
Head for the roof!
(suspenseful music playing)
Al, there you are.
Where is everybody?
What?
Are you high? What did I miss?
- (knife slashing)
- (Gemma gasping)
(Gemma choking)
(maniacal laughter)
(Alex panting)
(laughing continues)
Okay,
let's just make a run for it.
We're going nowhere
without Alex.
Okay, we get it.
You're in love with her.
Fuck. He's in laser tag.
And so is Danny and Becca.
Fuck. Well, fucking tell them!
Danny, he's coming at you.
Oh, shit.
- On your left!
- This way.
(Marcus speaks indistinctly
on speaker)
- (knife shinging)
- Run!
Okay, well?
I lost them.
Well, which way
are they heading?
- This way.
- Okay, let's go.
(Danny) We gotta go.
- (Rebecca) Fuck!
- Rebecca.
(Rebecca whimpering)
No. (panting) No.
(Rebecca screaming)
- Becca.
- (Rebecca whimpering)
Go! Run!
- (Rebecca crying)
- (Mickey) He knows (indistinct).
Run, rabbit, run.
- (maniacal laughter)
- Fuck this.
- (Danny grunts)
- (Rebecca breathing heavily)
(Rebecca) No. No. No.
No. (whimpering)
No. No.
(Rebecca whimpering)
(Rebecca screaming)
- (knife slashing)
- (Rebecca sobbing)
(Rebecca whimpering)
(Cole) So you watched
Danny get stabbed.
In the head.
- That's what I just said.
- (Cole) And you got away.
Not exactly.
(Marsh) Well, surely not.
Not when
he cut your ankle half open.
- I didn't forget.
- (Marsh) Lucky, though.
Let me cut your ankle half open
and see how lucky you feel.
(Marsh) Well, I'm just saying,
he stabbed Danny in the head.
But good job he avoided every
major organ when it came to you.
(Alex breathing heavily)
He's in laser tag.
No, he-- he was just in
the office with Gemma and me.
More than one, right?
Wait, no, he--
I know this sounds crazy,
but he vanished, like,
right in front of my eyes,
I-- I dropped my flashlight
and when I picked it up,
he was gone.
What? Like, he can teleport?
(sighs) Yes, I--
I know that sounds crazy.
Oh, no, it's not crazy.
A guy dressed
as Mickey Mouse is killing us.
Teleportation
is still very much on the table.
- But it tells us one thing.
- What?
He's alone.
He's just much quicker than us.
Where's Gemma?
- (Marcus sighs)
- Danny and Becca?
Okay, I-- I tripped
the fire alarm.
- They should be here soon.
- How long?
Ten minutes?
That's too long
to be stuck in here.
- The roof.
- Yeah, yes, the roof.
(Marsh)
And how did you escape again?
I didn't.
- He let you go?
- He got distracted.
By what?
Someone we almost forgot about.
We need weapons.
Yeah, we're going to find
a lot of those here
at a kid's play area, Marcus.
Well, we need to think
of something.
Otherwise, we're defenseless.
(Mickey on speaker) Oh, we seem
to have an uninvited guest.
- No.
- Alex, wait!
What?
Yeah, he's, like, completely
in love with me already.
It's totally disgusting.
Listen, put the phone down!
Put the phone down, please!
Hang up the phone and call 911!
Please, Jayna! Jayna!
I was like, "Dude,
I've already stalked you
heavily on the socials.
I know everything there is
to know about you, dickhead."
Jayna, please.
No, Jayna,
turn around, please, Jayna!
Yeah, yeah. She's super pissed.
Okay, look, I gotta go. Bye.
- (Alex) No, no, no, no!
- (indistinct)
(Alex)
(indistinct). No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no. No, please!
(screams) Stop.
(sobbing) No!
- No!
- (bones cracking)
(Alex whimpering)
(Alex sobbing)
Stop! (sobbing)
- No! No!
- (thudding)
- (knife slashing)
- (Alex sobbing)
(imitating sobbing)
(maniacal cackling)
- (cackling continues)
- What do you want from us?
- (cackling continues)
- What do you want, huh?
- You wanna kill me?
- (Mickey) Run, rabbit, run.
Fucking do it already, bitch!
(imitating sobbing)
(cackling continues)
(Maria)
Yeah, bullshit, we saw you.
Saw me fucking what?
(panting) What's going on?
What do you mean? It's Ryan.
- It's him.
- It-- it can't be him.
I just saw him murdering Jayna.
You saw one of him.
Got the team on it. Right, Ryan?
How much did you fuckers drink
after I passed out?
What the fuck?
No, it's not him.
Not who?
There is a guy
dressed up as Mickey Mouse.
Picking us off one by one.
And he can teleport.
(Ryan scoffs)
So you guys did drink
a shit ton after I passed out.
No, we're not drunk.
You went crazy
and started killing people.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
So if it wasn't you, it was
someone wearing your jersey.
Ah, oh, no, it's--
- See, it's him.
- No, it's not me.
- Yeah, really?
- Yeah, really.
But something.
You know something, right?
No, I don't know-- What?
(tense music playing)
Got the whole team on it, Ryan.
I know it.
No, dude, it's--
- Listen.
- Aha!
I don't fucking know
what's happening.
- But--
- (Marcus) But what?
But I did ask them
to hassle you a little bit.
Me?
- Yes, you.
- Why me?
Because she fucking
likes you more than me,
and I'm team captain.
If the boys see me lose
to fucking you,
are you kidding me,
you know what'll happen to me?
Well, now one
of your boys is murdering us.
- No!
- (Marcus) Ryan.
- Dude, I don't fucking know.
- Where are our phones?
They're in the bag
where I left them, why?
- It's not him.
- Why not?
You think his dumb ass
is masterminding this?
Fucking thank you.
No. He's not.
This is one of your teammates,
right, Ryan?
Ryan, do something.
Yeah, uh-- Chad?
Jerry?
Peter?
Is that fucking you?
Guys, I'm starting to think
this isn't the hockey team.
Yeah, this is something else.
(Ryan) This is the clown
with the fucking magic?
- It's a mouse.
- With magic.
So what do we do?
Kill, Ryan. Kill.
(Ryan)
The fuck did you just say to me?
It's not a fucking dog, Marcus.
Hey, pal,
I'm gonna need you to back up
for a second here, all right?
(grunts)
(Alex) The light!
(Mickey growling)
(tense music playing)
(Alex grunting)
(Alex whimpering)
(Mickey) You're not very good
at hide and seek,
because I found you.
Fuck yeah, Marcus!
- (Ryan grunts)
- (Mickey) Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
- (Ryan grunts)
- You can't trap me.
You can never trap me.
(Ryan breathing heavily)
- We need to get out of here.
- Okay. Okay.
(Ryan exclaims)
Fuck. Come on. Come here, Ryan.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Ryan. Come on. Come on.
- (Ryan groans)
- (Marcus) Wait. Stop.
Fuck. (grunts)
I think that fucker
broke my ankle. (groans)
He's not gonna stop now.
And now
he's openly facing all of us.
Because there's
not many of us left.
We need to barricade
that fucking door.
Why? He can teleport, remember?
Well, he should have done that
- before I beat his fucking ass.
- Beat his ass, Ryan?
I got some pretty good shots in.
What the fuck did you do?
Yeah-- yeah, you did.
- Thank you.
- No, but the light.
- Yeah, what is that?
- He's afraid of it.
That's why he attacks it.
Yeah, it wounds him,
it hurts him or something.
I fucking hurt him.
- No.
- Yes!
Yes, you did. But the light.
He doesn't like the light
because he can't teleport
when it's on him.
- Yeah, it traps him.
- Exactly.
So why would he
be afraid of that?
Because when we trap him,
we can fucking beat his ass.
Yeah, he's got a physical form.
So can't we just use
another flashlight?
No, maybe we can find
something better.
I don't want
to be in here anymore.
Can't we just go on
the roof or something?
I can't exactly use a ladder
or stairs right now.
Okay, we have to go.
He's coming for us.
No, we don't.
- We have to be smart.
- Right, so--
So we got to be unpredictable.
That we should
probably think of--
What, Ryan? Like, what the fuck?
I'm trying
to save our lives here.
I was going to
fucking agree with you, man.
- Okay, you're right.
- Oh, sorry.
Yeah, we're good.
Okay, so what does that mean?
We need to go
on the offensive, okay?
- Right.
- Right.
A game of cat and mouse.
And the only way to win
is to kill that goddamn mouse.
So are we doing
this shit or what?
- Doing what?
- We know this space.
We've been coming here
since we were five years old.
And...
we know his weakness.
He's just going to
attack the light.
No, but we can put it
somewhere out of reach.
So if this guy wants to party...
let's party.
We know you're in here.
So we're going to make a deal.
One game of hide and seek.
You find me in
the jungle gym in five minutes.
You can do whatever
the fuck you want with me.
But if we win and you don't...
then you let all of us go.
Do we have a game?
(Mickey on loudspeaker)
Ooh, I do love a good game.
So let's play.
(Cole) So everyone makes
this grand plan
to tackle a mass murderer.
Correct.
Because they figured out
that he has a weird phobia...
towards a flashlight.
Strobe light. Yeah.
And see,
even if I did believe that,
which I don't,
you couldn't have known that.
Why?
Because you were
still in lasertag.
That's where
the firefighters found you.
They told me
what happened in the ambulance.
In such wonderful detail, too.
They did. It's true.
(Marsh) I was worried
they'd be in shock.
Unable to say a single word.
Who?
Everyone else
that survived, Rebecca.
They can't seem to speak
as to what they experienced.
But here you are,
narrating the goddamn story.
The only one that seems to
have got out of this unscathed.
Like some sole survivor.
And I hate
a sole survivor, Rebecca.
If you think
I came out of this okay,
then you really
have not been listening.
(chilling music playing)
(Alex) Oh, you found me.
But I guess that means
I've also found you.
(Mickey) Stop. Stop. Stop.
(knife clattering)
(Maria)
Mickey? Mickey, over here!
(wrench clattering)
(Marcus) Hey.
Ever played mousetrap?
(wrench clattering)
Hit it.
(Mickey panting)
(Mickey growling)
(Mickey grunts)
(Mickey growling)
(Marcus grunting)
(Mickey growling)
Get off. (indistinct).
(Mickey grunting)
Ryan! (groans)
(breathing heavily)
(Alex) You're beat.
We found your kryptonite.
It's the light, isn't it?
You can't move, can you?
(Mickey panting)
Game over.
(maniacal cackling)
(Ryan grunting)
Where the hell did he go?
He's gone. He's not coming back.
So that's it?
(Rebecca) Well, nearly the end.
You expect us to buy
that this killer can teleport?
And you guys defeated him
with a strobing flashlight.
Rebecca,
you don't seem very upset
that all your friends are dead.
And that's our big problem.
Some friend you are.
(sirens wailing)
He's not coming back.
- (bones crunching)
- (Maria screaming)
(blood squelching)
(all panting)
(Marcus)
I never got to ask her out.
And he just cut her head off.
And teleported away.
What a complete c--
("Military Applications"
by dd Toby Leaman playing)
Cry with me baby
Yeah
Better way
But I've been thinking
on my feet
All the live long day
I've been stranded
on these streets
I need strange voices
And strange company
Without any ocean
Islands are free
I guess it happens
all the time
In all these modern ways
But don't get so uptight
We could be living
on the street
I need strange places
And strange company
And with love and depression
Islands are free
I really want it
I want to ride it ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
A little trial by fire
I want to ride it
I want to ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
Can it vaporize your mind
Can we sell it
to the local PD
To use on those dumb enough
to think and
We'll get it
into mass production
So long, so long
But we don't need
another, do we
We got enough (indistinct)
I'm a fucking angel
Oh, any old places
All underneath
(indistinct)
(indistinct)
Don't get so uptight
I know exactly how you feel
I hear strange voices
Vicariously
(indistinct)
islands are free
I really want it
I want to ride it ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
A little trial by fire
I want to ride it
I want to ride it
'til it crashes
Military applications
Can it vaporize your mind
Can we sell it
to the local PD
To use on those dumb enough
to think and
We'll get it
into mass production
So long, so long
But we don't need
another, do we
We got enough (indistinct)
I'm a fucking angel
Oh we could fall in love
with strangers
It happens every single day
Oh we could fall in love
with strangers
It happens every single day
(music fading)
(eerie music playing)
(Mickey) Come play with me.
I have so many people
I want you to meet,
and we're just getting started.
(maniacal cackling)