Channel Zero (2016) s02e04 Episode Script
The Exit
1 The house, it makes these, um Memories that eat other memories.
You can't tell me anything I don't already know.
'Cause you're not really him.
Honey, you [gasps.]
Look, you're not real.
You said so yourself.
No, what I said was I'm the better version of you.
What happens to these cannibals when they run out of memories to eat? My husband will be home soon.
I'm your husband.
If I can just get her back to reality, I think it'll come back to her.
We went back.
The house is gone.
I think we know where it's hiding.
Let's head out in the morning.
[tense music.]
So we hooked up in an alternate reality? You know, I'd try to give you a high five, but I feel like that'd probably be a little weird.
I feel like we should avoid the post-coital high five as best we can.
[laughing.]
For the record, um, this usually takes a couple dates first.
So when's our first date? Mmm tonight, when we're back in the real world.
Are you ready, baby? I'm gonna get everyone up, and we're goin' home.
[water splashing.]
[tense music.]
Hey, hey.
Lacey.
I wish I could just show you what we had put it back in your head.
[sobs.]
[dark chords.]
You remember that? Will you put it on me? [sniffles.]
You remember, don't you? It'll all come back.
I hope so.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[knife clatters.]
[intense musical buildup.]
Hey.
Hey, why are you out here? I I think I just sleepwalked here.
Well, are you okay? Yeah, I just - I - Help! - No, no, drop it! - [thudding, clattering.]
[furniture thudding.]
[Lacey crying.]
Please, somebody help me! [Dylan grunting.]
[crying.]
No! - Let me go! - [plastic handcuffs zip closed.]
[dark music.]
Get off of me! [slapping, struggling sounds, Dylan grunting.]
[Lacey sobbing, Dylan panting.]
[crying.]
Help me! [sobbing.]
[murmuring, crying.]
She doesn't remember anything.
[footsteps approach.]
Who are they? Why are they in there? - [metal clangs distantly.]
- Come on, let's go.
[door thuds closed.]
[dark, eerie music.]
[dog barks distantly.]
Hey, what happened to you this morning? What? - Jules.
- Hold on, look.
They're part of the house.
They know we're leaving, and they don't like it.
- Just keep walking.
- [distantly, singsong.]
Kevin.
- You run they run.
- Kevin? [ominous percussive chords.]
Kevin! Boys, breakfast! [dark, ominous notes continue.]
Stop.
Stop.
Come on.
- [crying.]
Please, please.
- Lacey, listen - [crying.]
Please, please - Shh, shh.
[Dylan murmuring.]
[Lacey whimpering.]
[dark music continues.]
You have to come with me.
There's nothing for you here.
[intense musical buildup.]
[dramatic musical sting.]
[dark, eerie music.]
[wheezy gasping.]
What? [wheezing gasps continue.]
[wheezing, gasping.]
[wheezing.]
They can only feed off the person they're made from.
I guess that's what happens when the host runs out of memories or dies.
Come on, keep moving.
- [loud gasp.]
- Jesus! [wheezing continues.]
[wheezing.]
Hey.
I know you saw my arm.
Why didn't you say anything? Look, it's not my business, man.
I I know you're not just some guy.
You know what's happening to me.
Who are you? You know, that's the perfect way to describe it.
I really am just some guy.
I just want this to stop.
I want to get out of the house.
What good do you think that's gonna do? You're fucked.
[grabs arm.]
Listen.
Listen to me.
I don't know why you're lying to them, but I'm telling you right now, if you do anything to stop us from getting out of this house, I'll tell them you're not who you say you are, okay? Guys! [dark, edgy music.]
[footsteps crunching in grass.]
It's actually kind of nice, isn't it? Is that some kind of "mind over matter" thing? No, I'm just saying, if you let your guard down I feel like you could almost get comfortable.
[dark, eerie musical buildup.]
How's it night already? Come on.
Lacey.
How much further is it? I have no idea anymore.
[corn leaves rustling.]
[clank.]
Is this what I think it is? - What? - It's the Corn Maze.
Margot's dad used to take us when we were little.
So we've got to go through it if we want to get out, right? Woman: [distantly.]
Sweetheart? [corn stalks rustling.]
Child: Grandpa! François, mon chéri.
Man: David! David That one we saw in the field must have been headed this way.
Sweetheart? Are we sure we want to go in there in the dark? Anything that's in there now will still be there tomorrow.
Yeah, but at least we can see it, right? Every minute we're here, we're in danger.
[dramatic music.]
Sweetheart? [corn rustling.]
[metal squealing in wind.]
Back away, slowly.
It's starving to death, it'll try to feed on anyone.
We'll wait here till it's light.
Sweetheart? [flick.]
What? You're just You're not what I thought you were when I first saw you.
I mean, I could I could see that you were sad, but I didn't know how strong you were yet.
Have you seen the orchids? Yeah, they're hard to miss.
[dark atmospheric music.]
Hey.
Hey! Where's he going? Hey! [whispers.]
What? It's just an orchid.
Are you sure? Oh, my God.
It's an orchid mantis.
It feeds on other insects.
It just disguises itself as a flower so it can lure them in.
How'd you know that? [distant whispering voices.]
[whispering intensifies.]
Hey! Hey, come here! Hey! I didn't plan on this.
Plan on what? On liking you so much.
Okay, well, I like you a lot too.
I'm not who you think I am.
'Kay, who are you? Someone who doesn't belong.
I never have, anywhere.
Until now.
Okay, I don't really understand what you're saying.
I'm saying that I live here.
Oh, God damn it.
Hey, come here.
Hey, buddy, come here.
Come here.
[intense percussive music.]
Give me your arm.
Give me your hand.
[ties zipping.]
If anything happens to her, I'm gonna kill you.
Do you understand? Do you understand? We have to go.
It's not for everybody, but this place can be home to the people who need it.
There's a way to survive.
I can show you.
Show me what? That it can be beautiful.
[laughs.]
Oh, my God.
What are you? [whispering.]
He's not who he says he is.
He's a liar.
Just settle down.
No, we have to go.
Come, come! Let's go back.
Believe me.
He's not my husband.
- Stop.
Stop! - Please! You have to let me go.
[sobs, murmurs.]
Please just listen [intense musical sting.]
Hey.
Hey, hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? I'm just like you.
I came in here a while back, and I didn't know that I was We met you at the bar.
Oh, my God, you brought us in here.
No, no, Margot, it's not like - Oh, my God.
- It's not like that, okay? Just Please, just listen to me.
- No.
No.
- Just - Just don't touch me! - Just listen.
[heavy breathing.]
Sweetheart? [moaning.]
[bones cracking.]
[whispering.]
Sweetheart? [woman exhaling.]
[intense percussive buildup.]
Sweetheart? No, no, no, no, no! No, baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Oh [crying.]
Baby.
[crying.]
[softly.]
No! [sobbing.]
No, no.
What happened? Oh oh, Jesus.
One of those things tried to get in her head.
[knife clicks open.]
[ominous chords.]
[snap.]
Get up.
Get up.
You're one of them.
No, we know him.
Lift up your sleeve.
Pull it up.
JT, just show him.
Pull up your fucking sleeve.
Just show him, JT.
It just started happening to me.
It's this place.
- Aah! - Jesus! [dark music.]
[groans.]
[coughs.]
[gasping.]
All right.
All right.
Oh okay.
Get away from him.
You think I'm fucking with you? Move.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Don't go Okay.
[shaky breathing.]
He's not real.
He killed the real JT.
Didn't you? Please.
I just want to get out of here.
He murdered your friend.
Is that true? I'm real.
I feel everything.
This hurts! I know you guys.
We grew up together.
You know me! Shut up.
Let's go.
Seth can't come.
Why, are you one of them? No, no, no.
I'm a person.
He lives here.
Margot, I wish you would let me explain.
Margot, I am so sorry.
It's not what you think.
I can show you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please.
Please, please, no.
No, please.
Please don't.
Please, please don't.
Don't! No! No! Stop! [screaming.]
Run.
[intense string music.]
[intense musical buildup.]
Man: Don't be scared.
Don't be scared.
[ominous music.]
[woman calls distantly.]
Where's Dylan? Lead her through! Seth? [ominous chords.]
[panting.]
Man: Arturo! - [thud.]
- [gasps.]
Arturo! Sweetheart? Sweetheart? - Sweet - [Dylan grunting.]
- [whack.]
- [thud.]
[corn leaves rustling.]
Jules? Jules! Man: [indistinct.]
You hear me? Jules! Jules? Jules? [ominous musical buildup.]
Who was that? Jules.
Was that yours? [panting.]
[both breathing heavily.]
[gasps.]
Margot.
Please.
I know you're not my father.
I know.
I'm only a a reflection that lived in you.
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to hurt either of you, so if you could just give me just a little something, something small, to To satisfy me until you're gone.
I mean, it won't have to hurt.
I could just do it while you're awake.
I mean, I could just [panting, whimpering.]
Run.
Run.
[both gasping.]
[weeping.]
[footsteps recede.]
[corn leaves rustling.]
[sobs.]
[unsettling music.]
You guys go without me.
What are you doing? I'm gonna burn it all down.
I'm gonna finish it.
Don't be stupid, Dylan.
[metal clanks.]
Go.
[softly.]
Come on.
[hinges squeak.]
[clank.]
[hinges creaking.]
[Margot rummaging.]
Come with me.
[dark music.]
[door thuds.]
[clanking.]
[hinges squeaking.]
[grunts.]
Uhh! [ominous musical sting.]
- [click.]
- [electricity buzzes.]
- Shit, Jules, come on! - Oh! Jules! [liquid rushing.]
Margot.
What is that? Margot.
Margot! [whispers.]
Oh, shit.
[murmurs.]
I don't know.
Can you get over it? I don't know.
I don't know! [thud.]
Come on.
Come on, babe.
[grunts.]
- Come on.
- Good.
Okay.
[panting, muttering.]
[soft rustling.]
[knife clicks open.]
[grunts.]
[Dylan slicing.]
Uhh! [gasping.]
[both struggling.]
[bones cracking.]
[gurgling.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
Come on.
[dark percussive music.]
[woman's voice, indistinct.]
What did you see in Room Three? - Ms.
Carpenter.
- Our first grade teacher? Yeah.
She scared the shit out of me.
[woman speaking indistinctly.]
[hinges creaking.]
[gasping.]
[screaming.]
[muttering, giggling.]
Jules! [screaming.]
[man panting.]
[inhales.]
[wheezing, gasping.]
[wheezing continues.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[hinges squeaking.]
Hey - We got this.
- [sniffles.]
Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- We got this? - [chuckles.]
Yeah.
[exhales deeply.]
You ready to go home? You have no idea.
[water splashing softly.]
[hinges squeaking.]
[thud, clank.]
[water continues splashing.]
[eerie music.]
[Margot breathing heavily.]
[soft tapping.]
[ominous chords swell.]
[grunting.]
[Margot grunting, hands thudding on door.]
[intense musical buildup.]
[door slams.]
Are we home? I think so.
[gentle music.]
Let's go.
[doorknob rattling.]
[footsteps rustling in grass.]
Hey, how was it? Go home.
We drove from Forest Hills, and it's locked.
Maybe it's full.
There's nobody here.
As in it's finished eating.
[somber music.]
What are you guys up to now? [somber music.]
[door opens.]
[male voice grunts.]
[breathing heavily.]
[tense music.]
You can't tell me anything I don't already know.
'Cause you're not really him.
Honey, you [gasps.]
Look, you're not real.
You said so yourself.
No, what I said was I'm the better version of you.
What happens to these cannibals when they run out of memories to eat? My husband will be home soon.
I'm your husband.
If I can just get her back to reality, I think it'll come back to her.
We went back.
The house is gone.
I think we know where it's hiding.
Let's head out in the morning.
[tense music.]
So we hooked up in an alternate reality? You know, I'd try to give you a high five, but I feel like that'd probably be a little weird.
I feel like we should avoid the post-coital high five as best we can.
[laughing.]
For the record, um, this usually takes a couple dates first.
So when's our first date? Mmm tonight, when we're back in the real world.
Are you ready, baby? I'm gonna get everyone up, and we're goin' home.
[water splashing.]
[tense music.]
Hey, hey.
Lacey.
I wish I could just show you what we had put it back in your head.
[sobs.]
[dark chords.]
You remember that? Will you put it on me? [sniffles.]
You remember, don't you? It'll all come back.
I hope so.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[knife clatters.]
[intense musical buildup.]
Hey.
Hey, why are you out here? I I think I just sleepwalked here.
Well, are you okay? Yeah, I just - I - Help! - No, no, drop it! - [thudding, clattering.]
[furniture thudding.]
[Lacey crying.]
Please, somebody help me! [Dylan grunting.]
[crying.]
No! - Let me go! - [plastic handcuffs zip closed.]
[dark music.]
Get off of me! [slapping, struggling sounds, Dylan grunting.]
[Lacey sobbing, Dylan panting.]
[crying.]
Help me! [sobbing.]
[murmuring, crying.]
She doesn't remember anything.
[footsteps approach.]
Who are they? Why are they in there? - [metal clangs distantly.]
- Come on, let's go.
[door thuds closed.]
[dark, eerie music.]
[dog barks distantly.]
Hey, what happened to you this morning? What? - Jules.
- Hold on, look.
They're part of the house.
They know we're leaving, and they don't like it.
- Just keep walking.
- [distantly, singsong.]
Kevin.
- You run they run.
- Kevin? [ominous percussive chords.]
Kevin! Boys, breakfast! [dark, ominous notes continue.]
Stop.
Stop.
Come on.
- [crying.]
Please, please.
- Lacey, listen - [crying.]
Please, please - Shh, shh.
[Dylan murmuring.]
[Lacey whimpering.]
[dark music continues.]
You have to come with me.
There's nothing for you here.
[intense musical buildup.]
[dramatic musical sting.]
[dark, eerie music.]
[wheezy gasping.]
What? [wheezing gasps continue.]
[wheezing, gasping.]
[wheezing.]
They can only feed off the person they're made from.
I guess that's what happens when the host runs out of memories or dies.
Come on, keep moving.
- [loud gasp.]
- Jesus! [wheezing continues.]
[wheezing.]
Hey.
I know you saw my arm.
Why didn't you say anything? Look, it's not my business, man.
I I know you're not just some guy.
You know what's happening to me.
Who are you? You know, that's the perfect way to describe it.
I really am just some guy.
I just want this to stop.
I want to get out of the house.
What good do you think that's gonna do? You're fucked.
[grabs arm.]
Listen.
Listen to me.
I don't know why you're lying to them, but I'm telling you right now, if you do anything to stop us from getting out of this house, I'll tell them you're not who you say you are, okay? Guys! [dark, edgy music.]
[footsteps crunching in grass.]
It's actually kind of nice, isn't it? Is that some kind of "mind over matter" thing? No, I'm just saying, if you let your guard down I feel like you could almost get comfortable.
[dark, eerie musical buildup.]
How's it night already? Come on.
Lacey.
How much further is it? I have no idea anymore.
[corn leaves rustling.]
[clank.]
Is this what I think it is? - What? - It's the Corn Maze.
Margot's dad used to take us when we were little.
So we've got to go through it if we want to get out, right? Woman: [distantly.]
Sweetheart? [corn stalks rustling.]
Child: Grandpa! François, mon chéri.
Man: David! David That one we saw in the field must have been headed this way.
Sweetheart? Are we sure we want to go in there in the dark? Anything that's in there now will still be there tomorrow.
Yeah, but at least we can see it, right? Every minute we're here, we're in danger.
[dramatic music.]
Sweetheart? [corn rustling.]
[metal squealing in wind.]
Back away, slowly.
It's starving to death, it'll try to feed on anyone.
We'll wait here till it's light.
Sweetheart? [flick.]
What? You're just You're not what I thought you were when I first saw you.
I mean, I could I could see that you were sad, but I didn't know how strong you were yet.
Have you seen the orchids? Yeah, they're hard to miss.
[dark atmospheric music.]
Hey.
Hey! Where's he going? Hey! [whispers.]
What? It's just an orchid.
Are you sure? Oh, my God.
It's an orchid mantis.
It feeds on other insects.
It just disguises itself as a flower so it can lure them in.
How'd you know that? [distant whispering voices.]
[whispering intensifies.]
Hey! Hey, come here! Hey! I didn't plan on this.
Plan on what? On liking you so much.
Okay, well, I like you a lot too.
I'm not who you think I am.
'Kay, who are you? Someone who doesn't belong.
I never have, anywhere.
Until now.
Okay, I don't really understand what you're saying.
I'm saying that I live here.
Oh, God damn it.
Hey, come here.
Hey, buddy, come here.
Come here.
[intense percussive music.]
Give me your arm.
Give me your hand.
[ties zipping.]
If anything happens to her, I'm gonna kill you.
Do you understand? Do you understand? We have to go.
It's not for everybody, but this place can be home to the people who need it.
There's a way to survive.
I can show you.
Show me what? That it can be beautiful.
[laughs.]
Oh, my God.
What are you? [whispering.]
He's not who he says he is.
He's a liar.
Just settle down.
No, we have to go.
Come, come! Let's go back.
Believe me.
He's not my husband.
- Stop.
Stop! - Please! You have to let me go.
[sobs, murmurs.]
Please just listen [intense musical sting.]
Hey.
Hey, hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? I'm just like you.
I came in here a while back, and I didn't know that I was We met you at the bar.
Oh, my God, you brought us in here.
No, no, Margot, it's not like - Oh, my God.
- It's not like that, okay? Just Please, just listen to me.
- No.
No.
- Just - Just don't touch me! - Just listen.
[heavy breathing.]
Sweetheart? [moaning.]
[bones cracking.]
[whispering.]
Sweetheart? [woman exhaling.]
[intense percussive buildup.]
Sweetheart? No, no, no, no, no! No, baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Oh [crying.]
Baby.
[crying.]
[softly.]
No! [sobbing.]
No, no.
What happened? Oh oh, Jesus.
One of those things tried to get in her head.
[knife clicks open.]
[ominous chords.]
[snap.]
Get up.
Get up.
You're one of them.
No, we know him.
Lift up your sleeve.
Pull it up.
JT, just show him.
Pull up your fucking sleeve.
Just show him, JT.
It just started happening to me.
It's this place.
- Aah! - Jesus! [dark music.]
[groans.]
[coughs.]
[gasping.]
All right.
All right.
Oh okay.
Get away from him.
You think I'm fucking with you? Move.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Don't go Okay.
[shaky breathing.]
He's not real.
He killed the real JT.
Didn't you? Please.
I just want to get out of here.
He murdered your friend.
Is that true? I'm real.
I feel everything.
This hurts! I know you guys.
We grew up together.
You know me! Shut up.
Let's go.
Seth can't come.
Why, are you one of them? No, no, no.
I'm a person.
He lives here.
Margot, I wish you would let me explain.
Margot, I am so sorry.
It's not what you think.
I can show you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please.
Please, please, no.
No, please.
Please don't.
Please, please don't.
Don't! No! No! Stop! [screaming.]
Run.
[intense string music.]
[intense musical buildup.]
Man: Don't be scared.
Don't be scared.
[ominous music.]
[woman calls distantly.]
Where's Dylan? Lead her through! Seth? [ominous chords.]
[panting.]
Man: Arturo! - [thud.]
- [gasps.]
Arturo! Sweetheart? Sweetheart? - Sweet - [Dylan grunting.]
- [whack.]
- [thud.]
[corn leaves rustling.]
Jules? Jules! Man: [indistinct.]
You hear me? Jules! Jules? Jules? [ominous musical buildup.]
Who was that? Jules.
Was that yours? [panting.]
[both breathing heavily.]
[gasps.]
Margot.
Please.
I know you're not my father.
I know.
I'm only a a reflection that lived in you.
I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to hurt either of you, so if you could just give me just a little something, something small, to To satisfy me until you're gone.
I mean, it won't have to hurt.
I could just do it while you're awake.
I mean, I could just [panting, whimpering.]
Run.
Run.
[both gasping.]
[weeping.]
[footsteps recede.]
[corn leaves rustling.]
[sobs.]
[unsettling music.]
You guys go without me.
What are you doing? I'm gonna burn it all down.
I'm gonna finish it.
Don't be stupid, Dylan.
[metal clanks.]
Go.
[softly.]
Come on.
[hinges squeak.]
[clank.]
[hinges creaking.]
[Margot rummaging.]
Come with me.
[dark music.]
[door thuds.]
[clanking.]
[hinges squeaking.]
[grunts.]
Uhh! [ominous musical sting.]
- [click.]
- [electricity buzzes.]
- Shit, Jules, come on! - Oh! Jules! [liquid rushing.]
Margot.
What is that? Margot.
Margot! [whispers.]
Oh, shit.
[murmurs.]
I don't know.
Can you get over it? I don't know.
I don't know! [thud.]
Come on.
Come on, babe.
[grunts.]
- Come on.
- Good.
Okay.
[panting, muttering.]
[soft rustling.]
[knife clicks open.]
[grunts.]
[Dylan slicing.]
Uhh! [gasping.]
[both struggling.]
[bones cracking.]
[gurgling.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
Come on.
[dark percussive music.]
[woman's voice, indistinct.]
What did you see in Room Three? - Ms.
Carpenter.
- Our first grade teacher? Yeah.
She scared the shit out of me.
[woman speaking indistinctly.]
[hinges creaking.]
[gasping.]
[screaming.]
[muttering, giggling.]
Jules! [screaming.]
[man panting.]
[inhales.]
[wheezing, gasping.]
[wheezing continues.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[hinges squeaking.]
Hey - We got this.
- [sniffles.]
Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- We got this? - [chuckles.]
Yeah.
[exhales deeply.]
You ready to go home? You have no idea.
[water splashing softly.]
[hinges squeaking.]
[thud, clank.]
[water continues splashing.]
[eerie music.]
[Margot breathing heavily.]
[soft tapping.]
[ominous chords swell.]
[grunting.]
[Margot grunting, hands thudding on door.]
[intense musical buildup.]
[door slams.]
Are we home? I think so.
[gentle music.]
Let's go.
[doorknob rattling.]
[footsteps rustling in grass.]
Hey, how was it? Go home.
We drove from Forest Hills, and it's locked.
Maybe it's full.
There's nobody here.
As in it's finished eating.
[somber music.]
What are you guys up to now? [somber music.]
[door opens.]
[male voice grunts.]
[breathing heavily.]
[tense music.]