(uplifting music)
(cart rattling)
(groans)
(suspenseful music)
(cart rattling)
(groans)
(suspenseful music)
(cart rattling)
[Nurse] Dr. McKennen to the OR post-op.
Dr. McKennen to the OR post-op.
(rain splashing)
(suspenseful music)
(groaning)
Mom.
Mom!
(rain splashing)
Mom.
Somebody help us!
(phone ringing)
(gasps)
(phone ringing)
[Igor] Telephone master.
(phone ringing)
Talk to me.
Kyle is calling master.
Hello.
I know you're there, dude.
Hey, sausage dick man, listen up!
"Brainscan.
"The ultimate experience in interactive terror.
"Brainscan is not for the squeamish."
Well, Kyle, what's the problem, man?
This one will scare the hell out of ya.
Here, here, here, it's hot new stuff.
(cymbal clangs)
Brainscan.
Um, here it is, here it is.
"Choose from Chainsaw Dismemberment, Nightmare Eight."
Da, da, da.
"Satisfy your sickest fantasies."
(laughs) Far out, man!
It's just an ad, birdbrain.
Just hype.
Remember "Gore Beasts"?
Trash.
Dingus, it's interactive CD-ROM.
Here, you gotta look at the ad at least man.
It's in Fangoria.
You know, the one with the popping eyeballs on the cover.
All right, where is it.
Here, here, um.
"We dare you to participate in the most frightening
"experience available on this planet.
"State of the art, run amuck.
"Unleash the dark side of your soul.
"Enter a game that feels more real than reality."
(laughs) It's interactive, dude.
You're in the game, man.
You're in control.
Say no more, man.
I can't even believe that
I'm sitting here telling you about this game.
I mean don't you subscribe to Fangoria?
It's in the issue, the one with the bulging eyeballs.
(peaceful music)
Dude?
Hello?
Michael, Michael.
Hello.
How's Kimberly lookin' tonight?
What do you mean?
(laughs) You watchin' her again?
Can you see her tits man?
Talk to me, man.
(peaceful music)
Dude man, you know you better make your move soon
'cause I hear some no-neck jock dude from the football teams
about to make his.
I'll get around to it.
[Kyle] What are you afraid of, man?
Thanks, Kyle.
Bye, Kyle.
Buddies, forever?
Buddies, forever, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Later.
Michael, you're one sick puppy.
Igor.
Yes, Master.
[Michael] Dial Kimberly.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
(peaceful music)
Later.
Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.
Yes, Master.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
[Brainscan Man] Hello, you've reached Brainscan.
Uh, my name is Michael Brower.
You can reach me at 717.
[Brainscan Man] Hello, Michael.
I'm sorry, I thought you were a machine.
[Brainscan Man] How can I assist you?
I read your ad in Fango and I just wanted to find out
what's the big deal?
[Brainscan Man] It's the most frightening experience
you'll ever have the displeasure
of coming into contact with.
Sure it is.
Look, I've played 'em all.
[Brainscan Man] Brainscan's more than just a game.
Yeah, right, well, what's it about?
[Brainscan Man] That depends on the individual.
What makes Brainscan unique
is that it interfaces with your subconscious.
You supply the inspiration, and we take care of the rest.
Look, R2-D2, how do you really expect me to believe.
(groaning)
(electrical buzzing)
(panting)
[Brainscan Man] Let us worry about the details, Michael.
It's too late for that.
It's been decided you'll play Death By Design.
The first installment will arrive soon.
Enjoy the ride.
(suspenseful music)
Igor, redial.
Yes, Master.
(phone beeping)
(dial tone beeping)
Oh, man.
(eerie music)
(screaming)
(ax thudding)
This is really disappointing, Kyle.
Dude, man, it's not that bad.
When does he eat her gallbladder?
It's right now.
(groaning)
Ew.
Look, she's freaking out.
(laughing)
(door slams)
(eerie music)
What exactly was that, Mr. Brower?
A gallbladder, sir.
(laughing)
My office, now.
(laughs) The gallbladder.
The activities period
was created for intellectual enrichment.
Which is why I have such a problem
with this Horror Club of yours.
What was that film you were watching?
Death, Death, Death.
- Part Two. - Oh, Lord!
Don't you see?
Senseless violence is not entertainment?
What is it, then?
Why?
Why do you watch these films?
Really?
Yeah, yeah, help me understand.
I guess it's kind of an escape.
Like, uh, like lighting up a marijuana cigarette
and escaping the real world, hmm?
Like watching a pornographic sex film,
getting an erection and raping someone?
Is that what you mean?
You know, I don't think erections rape people.
People rape people.
Consider the Horror Club banned.
- Hey. - Banned!
You will bring me the next videotape
or video game you plan to show.
I will watch it.
If I can stand it, and if I approve,
you will be allowed to show it.
Until that time, the club is canceled.
Don't let me detain you, Mr. Brower.
(engine revving)
(police radio chattering)
(melancholy music)
(rain splashing)
[Detective] You live around here, kid?
I live, I live about three blocks down.
These people friends of yours?
No, sir.
Well this is none of your business then, is it?
Go home, do your homework.
Go home.
(engine revving)
My father.
(suspenseful music)
I didn't order this.
(machine beeps)
[Michael's Dad] Hello Michael, uh, it's Dad.
I guess you know that.
Well, just calling to say hello.
So, how are you getting along?
Okay, I guess.
[Michael's Dad] How's school?
Don't ask.
[Michael's Dad] I really hate these machines.
Business is going well here.
I wish you were here with me to see all the new equipment.
Um, I'll be back in a few days.
I know I said it would be sooner, but I'm sorry.
And, uh, I love you, Mike.
(machine beeps)
(melancholy music)
(people chattering)
(rock music)
Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.
Yes, Master.
And Igor, no calls.
(phone beeping)
(thudding)
(phone beeping)
[Igor] Master is busy.
Master is busy.
Kimmy?
Come on, what are you doing?
I'll be right there.
Well, hurry up.
(suspenseful music)
[Brainscan Man] Listen carefully.
For the next two hours
you're going to experience mind program entry,
that's a powerful force, not unlike hypnosis,
transmitted through the television's blanking signal.
It's going to alter your reality.
Who the hell are you?
[Brainscan Man] Take this seriously, Michael.
You'll be watching a brutal murder
through the eyes of a killer,
and you'll affect his actions.
It won't be pretty.
No kidding.
[Brainscan Man] There is one limitation.
You must stalk and kill
within the time limit of the program.
Like a video game, right?
[Brainscan Man] Video games are ancient history.
This is the first disk in a series of four.
If times runs out,
you'll not be allowed to play the next disk.
That could be extremely dangerous.
Do not let that happen.
One final detail, you must think like a killer.
Cover up any clues.
Leave no witnesses, no evidence.
And most importantly, enjoy the fear.
Wait a minute.
Well, let's party.
(suspenseful music)
(electrical buzzing)
(clock beeping)
(whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(dog barking)
[Brainscan Man] The gate, the gate.
On the right.
That's it, that's it, inside.
Choose one.
Upstairs.
(suspenseful music)
Ah.
Bingo!
(suspenseful music)
Do it.
(suspenseful music)
What are you waiting for?
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(Brainscan Man laughing)
Make sure he's dead.
Good.
A little creativity.
(blood squelching)
Excellent.
(groans)
(suspenseful music)
You got what you came for.
Be sure you put it in a safe place.
(clock beeping)
(suspenseful music)
Oh, my God!
Oh, man.
(laughs) Oh, that was, that was intense.
That was insane.
(grunts)
Far out.
Oh, man.
I kicked ass with time to spare.
Oh yeah.
All right, try that.
(rock music)
How 'bout that huh?
How 'bout that?
It was so real.
[Kyle] But, man, what happened?
What's the plot?
Just forget the plot, man.
I don't remember any story.
All I remember was there was all this blood.
And, you know, like, my hands were shaking too, it was sick.
See, I told you man, I told you it would blow your mind.
Yeah man, Kyle, you know what, you were right.
The feeling, I, I loved it man.
So, you got it on you?
Patience, Kyle.
No, man, if it's as good as you say.
I know, I just want to play it
a couple of more times and then I promise you'll get it.
(siren blares)
Hey!
What the hell were their problems?
Jerks.
Buddies forever?
Forever.
Igor.
Yes, Master?
Dial I800-555-FEAR.
(phone dialing)
(suspenseful music)
(static hisses)
What the hell?
Shit.
(doorbell chimes)
Hey, Mr. Keller.
Can I come in and speak with Kimberly for a moment, please?
Come in.
All right, thanks.
[Mr. Keller] Kim, somebody to see you.
Hi.
He came to see Kim.
Oh, really?
[Reporter] Nearly four times the amount of aid
the President wants Congress to approve.
And in local news, there was a grisly murder
in the quiet suburban town of Mountview today.
Late this afternoon, the body of 42-year-old William Tebbs
was discovered in the bedroom of his home,
- located in an exclusive... - Poor man.
[Reporter] West side area of Mountview.
- Tebbs was brutally stabbed. - So it happened near here.
[Reporter] Local police conducted
a thorough search of the area.
An intensive house-to-house investigation is now under way.
Jesus.
- Oh my God. - Police are asking for the
cooperation of local residents.
Did you say something?
Listen, uh, can you tell Kim that I'll stop by later?
I have to go.
Sorry.
[Reporter] And that's when police discovered
his mutilated body.
(suspenseful music)
Police conducted a thorough search of the area
in hopes of finding the murder weapon.
But so far, it has not been found.
It can't be.
- It can't be. - For reasons unknown
Tebbs's foot was severed from his body.
It, too, has yet to be found.
Police say they have no leads on any suspects
in connection with Tebbs's gruesome murder.
Mountview has never been touched by such a tragedy as this.
Now come the questions of who and why.
(siren blaring)
(people chattering)
(suspenseful music)
Hey kid.
You following me?
I, listen, I can explain.
Explain what?
You don't have to explain anything, or do you?
You're inside a police line.
Now this is the second time I'm telling you, go home.
Go.
[Brainscan Man] Be sure you put it in a safe place.
(suspenseful music)
(gasps)
(dramatic music)
[Operator] I'm sorry, sir, there's no such number listed.
That's impossible!
[Operator] I'm sorry, sir.
(phone beeping)
You have a call, Master.
(suspenseful music)
[Brainscan Man] Hello, Michael.
You fucker, who are you?
What did you do?
[Brainscan Man] If I were you,
I would address that question to myself.
Okay, who killed that man, and what's happened?
You were there, Michael.
You know exactly what you did.
(crackling)
(suspenseful music)
Please allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Trickster.
Where were we?
Ah, yes.
You may not remember the details, my boy,
but I am positive you remember you controlled the disk.
You controlled what happened.
What?
So you take responsibility.
How did you get in here?
You invited me in.
That's how it always works.
Michael, don't you have anything good?
Never leave home without it.
From the top of the charts.
To a space in your heart.
("Welcome to This World" by Primus)
(screaming)
♪ Welcome to this world of fools ♪
♪ Of pink champagne and swimming pools ♪
[Michael] Stop that, stop it.
♪ Lose is your virginity ♪
♪ Perhaps we'll have some fun tonight ♪
♪ So stick around and take a bite of life ♪
♪ We don't need feebleness in this proximity ♪
Knock it off!
So you did it.
Who killed that man?
What was on that disk?
The murder, what else?
You know for a minute there,
I didn't think you'd go through with it.
When he got up and started dancing around the room.
Classic.
How do you know?
I was there when you cut off his foot.
It was art, it was magic.
It wasn't supposed to be real!
Real, unreal.
What's the difference?
So long as you don't get caught.
There's a difference, okay?
There's a big difference!
This doesn't make any sense.
It doesn't have to make sense.
All these horror movies you watch.
Does Death, Death, Death make sense?
No, it's not about sense.
It's about death, death, death.
I didn't kill the man, I didn't even know him!
There lies the beauty.
You had no motive.
It was totally random.
Like in the animal world, prey never has a name.
It was primal.
(growls)
I can't wait to see what you do next.
Next?
Wait a minute, there's no next.
Yes, there is.
No, there's not!
Yes, there is.
You must eliminate the witness.
There was a witness?
Two, if you count me.
But I'll never turn you in.
They could pump a million volts through me.
(electricity buzzing)
They could bust my fingers,
one by one,
by one, by one.
They could dig out my eyes.
(eyeballs squelching)
But, no country-western music, please.
Every man has his limits.
I thought it was just a game.
You know, a stupid video game.
Trust me, play the second disk.
How, how could there be a witness?
Oh, come on, sport.
You're more than just the voyeur you wish to be,
you're in this now.
You won't survive on your own.
I'm willing to help you.
But you have to play all the disks.
Hey, I've done pretty good so far.
Have you?
(buzzing)
(panting)
I'm in deep shit.
(suspenseful music)
(dirt scraping)
(panting)
(groaning)
Oh God.
(dog growls)
Here boy, come on.
Come on.
(whistling)
Hey wait a minute, shit!
(suspenseful music)
Shit.
(suspenseful music)
Hey, hey.
I know you're a nice dog.
Please, please give me the foot.
Okay?
I promise, I'll never ask you for anything else again, okay?
Just give me the foot.
Thanks.
(dog barking)
(fly buzzing)
(groans)
(suspenseful music)
[Dogwalker] What do you got there?
What are you looking at?
Come on, Zak.
Get outta here.
(groans)
(material ripping)
(doorbell chimes)
Hey, dude.
(door knocking)
(door thudding)
Hey!
Yo, Michael.
Hey, dick lick, I've been calling all day.
Did you skip school?
Uh no, I, I got mono.
That's harsh, anything I can do?
Nah, that's all right.
Can I come in?
Kyle, I don't think it's such a good idea right now.
Okay, okay.
Listen, I have to get going.
I have to go to bed and all, you know.
Hey, did ya hear about the murder?
Yeah, I did.
Yeah, that's pretty cool, you know,
having a murder in our own neighborhood and everything.
Kyle, a guy just died, and you think that's cool?
No, I don't mean cool, but it's interesting.
Forget it, I'll see you.
Hey listen, listen.
Michael, Michael, Michael listen.
If you're gonna be laid up and all,
how 'bout letting me borrow Brainscan disk?
Kyle, asshole, will you get off my back about that?
No, no.
If you don't wanna let me see it,
if you just want to be a jerk off about it,
just say, just say so, that's all.
Bye, Kyle.
Asshole.
(doorbell chiming)
Oh shit.
You too.
(rock music)
♪ Shouldn't have to be like this ♪
(doorbell chimes)
Oh shit.
Hi, Michael.
[Michael] Hey.
I'm sorry, were you sleeping?
Well, actually, maybe I may have dozed off.
Can I come in?
Oh yeah, I'm sorry.
Yeah, they're all over the neighborhood.
I uh, went to all your teachers,
and I got your homework for the week.
Oh, thanks.
My parents said you stopped by?
Yeah, I did.
I just wanted to find out about some homework.
We don't have any classes together, Michael.
Oh we don't, do we?
Oh, here's your mail.
Oh, thanks.
And I brought The Montie.
I have a lot of pictures in it this week.
Oh.
(suspenseful music)
That's, uh,
that's really nice.
Uh.
Shit.
Wait a minute.
Sorry, I got it, I got it.
Thanks a lot.
Is everything okay?
(suspenseful music)
You should probably get going.
Oh okay, I'll, um, let myself out.
Thanks for stopping by.
Call me if you need anything.
Yeah, I will.
Fuck.
(suspenseful music)
Fuck!
[Igor] Telephone, Master.
(phone ringing)
Talk to me.
[Igor] You have a call, Master.
(crackling)
(suspenseful music)
I'm back.
Well pal, so glad to see you again.
Where should we begin?
Where's the second disk?
I can't play it.
You have to play the game.
No.
What will you say to them, then?
What do you mean?
Why did you leave school
the day of the murder, Mr. Brower?
Where were you the night of the murder Mr. Brower?
Were you alone, Mr. Brower?
Where's your father, Mr. Brower?
Where's your mother, Mr. Brower?
Shut up!
Oh, I don't believe they'll find that answer satisfactory.
They haven't found me yet!
The witness has yet to speak.
There's still time to play the second disk.
Look, I don't have the second disk!
Don't lie to me, Michael.
You received it today.
I can't play it!
You mean you don't want to play it.
No, I trashed it.
Does that compute?
Pure fantasy.
You did nothing of the sort.
Play it.
The witness has to die.
I'll play it for the police.
That could be very dangerous.
I'll tell them what happened.
I've got nothing to lose.
Very well, play it for the police.
I wish you luck.
Shut up, all right.
Just shut up a minute.
The real question is are you a winner or a loser?
(buzzing)
My name's Michael Brower.
I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.
I'm not sure what this tape's gonna prove,
but if I'm the killer, consider this my confession.
Uh, Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.
[Igor] Yes, Master.
(phone beeping)
Well, here goes nothing.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(whooshing)
(panting)
Oh, Jesus.
Shit.
Oh god, I played, I played.
What happened?
My name's Michael Brower.
I'm 16, and I'm scared to death.
I'm not sure what this tape's gonna prove,
but if I'm the killer, consider this my confession.
Igor, dial 1800-555-FEAR.
[Igor] Yes, Master.
(phone beeping)
[Michael On Tape] Well, here goes nothing.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
What?
Wait a minute.
I sat there.
I swear to God I didn't leave.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
Kyle.
No.
No, not this.
Dial Kyle.
Yes, Master.
(phone beeping)
Please answer!
(phone ringing)
Kyle, please, Kyle answer.
(phone ringing)
Jesus Kyle, talk to me.
Kyle, please.
[Detective] Who is this?
Answer me.
Later.
(panting)
(doorbell chimes)
Hi.
I heard.
Michael.
I really didn't know him, but, um,
Kyle came to my house last night.
He brought me this.
He started a petition to restart the Horror Club.
He said you guys had had a fight,
and he wanted me to bring it to you personally.
I really didn't know him.
My dad didn't wanna let him in the house.
Yeah, that's Kyle.
You know, I already miss him.
God, I miss him.
[Reporter] Mountview was horrified today
by the news of yet another hideous crime
committed in their small community.
High school student, Kyle Hillard,
is the second murder victim in as little as three days.
Shortly after Hillard's body was identified,
chief homicide investigator Lieutenant Hayden
arrived at Mountview High to question
those known to have been closest to the victim.
Already, residents are fearing
the possibility of a serial killer.
(suspenseful music)
Hello, Michael.
You son of a bitch, you killed Kyle.
No, you killed the witness.
Kyle wasn't a witness.
He didn't even see anything.
Not a witness in the strictest sense,
but he knew things about you.
Kyle was my only friend.
And you pissed him off!
Nice going, Michael.
Got anything to eat?
Please, don't look in there.
Don't be afraid, Michael.
Nothing in there but frozen meat.
Loose ends like Kyle can't be left to dangle.
Hayden would have tied it around your neck like a noose.
Why are you doing this to me?
You chose me, Michael.
I didn't choose you.
You left a clue behind, in the second disk.
No more games.
I know.
Kyle's death still hurts,
but do you really feel guilty for what you've done?
The part of you which did these things,
it's deep inside, and it's in everyone.
Be honest.
If you don't feel the guilt, why accept the punishment?
(doorbell chimes)
Don't answer that.
Trust me, Michael.
If you want this to end, don't answer the door.
Get off my back.
(cheerful music)
[Man] A tarantula!
(screaming)
Hello, I'm Lieutenant Hayden.
This is my partner, Sergeant Martin.
We've met before.
Twice, I believe.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Um, can I help you?
Yes, you can help me.
Michael, Michael Brower?
Yeah.
May we come in?
Yeah, I guess so.
Um, yeah, come this way.
You haven't been in school lately.
No, I haven't, I've been sick.
Sorry to hear that, I really am.
We heard a lot about you today from your classmates.
Really?
Well, I hope good stuff.
Well, no to be perfectly frank, Michael,
you were described as, uh.
What was the word they used, Sergeant?
Frightening.
Frightening and strange and weird.
Freak, came up a couple a times.
Sergeant Martin has something I'd like you to see.
[Martin] Good friend of yours?
Yeah.
Yeah, he was my best friend.
You don't have many friends, do you, Michael?
Listen, is there anything you guys want?
We want to find the killer.
I want to catch him.
How do you spend your free time, Michael?
Just hanging around and staying out of trouble.
Your voice sounds very familiar to me.
Are you sure you didn't call Kyle's house after the murder?
No, no, that wasn't me.
Of course it wasn't.
But, Michael, if you are anything but the class misfit,
which I know must give you a lot of pain,
I'm gonna find out about it, you understand?
Take it easy.
(melancholy music)
He's a very sad boy.
Maybe, but something's there.
Yeah, ashes.
And he made the phone call.
Check with the phone company.
All right.
What's with the ashes?
There were fresh ashes in the fireplace.
It's summer.
He was burning something.
I think we just got very lucky.
Maybe.
What the hell you doing over there?
I'm sick of you doing 20 miles an hour in this town.
Gimme the keys.
(suspenseful music)
(rock music)
♪ Dig, dig, dig for yourself ♪
♪ Dig, dig, dig for your soul ♪
♪ Dig, dig, dig ♪
Son of a bitch.
Hi, Mike.
Fixed myself a little snack, hope you don't mind.
They think it's me.
Of course they do.
Right now Hayden only suspects you.
How long you think it's gonna be before he has proof, huh?
A few hours?
Few minutes, maybe.
Tick tock, tick tock, hey Mike?
You see today's paper?
Special edition, oh!
"Interview with best friend."
"All of Mountview High was in a state of shock."
So on, so on, so on.
"One student's loss was greater," mmm?
"I miss him, god, I miss him already.
"Sobbed his best friend
"and president of the still banned Horror Club."
(suspenseful music)
How could she?
Trust me, Michael.
I only want what you want.
Buddies forever?
Fuck you.
(groaning)
Hold still.
(groaning)
Scared of blood?
Remind you of something?
That road?
The rain?
Your mother?
Let go of me.
(buzzing)
Play it, Michael or forget all this.
Join your mother.
Take your own life.
You've thought of it many times before.
You could be with her forever.
You started this, and now you're afraid to finish it,
just like you're afraid of everything else!
Of Kimberly, of Fromberg,
of telling your father how sick you are
of being left alone all the time.
Of your mother, who abandoned you.
I'm trying to help you.
But you won't let me.
How?
A bargain, between friends.
Play Part Three, but you only need to remove the clue.
No killing.
There's no clue.
It's just a trick.
You just don't trust me.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
Wait a minute, come back, hold on.
How am I supposed to know what the clue is?
Friends?
Yeah.
Sure, friends, buddies, whatever you want.
Footprint.
What?
Footprints in the mud.
But where?
That is the question.
Play it, Michael.
Otherwise you'll never remember the location.
My limp.
Excellent.
There's no killing, right?
Whatever happens is up to you.
But don't let your time run out.
If I do?
Game over, you lose.
(peaceful music)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(screams)
(doorbell chimes)
Michael?
Michael, come on.
Michael!
Michael.
I need to talk to you.
We need to talk!
Michael, I have to talk to you.
We need to talk.
Michael, I didn't mean for this to happen.
Stacie did it.
Michael, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean.
(rock music)
(suspenseful music)
May I have your attention, please?
Stay in pairs.
One walkie-talkie to a group.
Hopefully this will be an uneventful evening.
You're here to keep things calm, to protect.
That's what a neighborhood watch is all about.
If you see anything unusual,
you come and report directly to me.
One last thing.
I know you're volunteers.
I know you're enthusiastic.
Some more than others.
And I know some of you own hunting rifles and revolvers.
If I see a weapon in a citizen's hands tonight,
I'm gonna confiscate that weapon,
and I'm gonna arrest that citizen,
even if it's a water pistol.
Clear?
[Volunteer] Yes sir.
(volunteers murmur)
Okay, that's it.
Thank you for doing this.
All right, here goes nothing.
Just a clue.
No more killing, just the clue.
(suspenseful music)
(whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(panting)
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
[Trickster] I believe there's an intruder in your yard.
Who's this?
[Trickster] A concerned citizen.
Who is this?
(suspenseful music)
(panting)
Hey!
(groans)
(suspenseful music)
[Volunteer] Here you go, man (laughs).
(dog barking)
[Volunteer] Over here.
That's it this way.
[Volunteer] Over here, more light.
Shit!
(radio chattering)
(panting)
(suspenseful music)
(animal squeaking)
(panting)
(groaning)
Ahhh, got you.
(dramatic music)
Let me go, let me go.
Hayden, Hayden, where the hell are ya?
I got him here, Hayden!
Hayden, what is it?
Hayden, Hayden, Hayden!
Turn the knob on the top of the radio, the small one.
Hayden, come in for god's sake.
(clattering)
[Hayden] Fromberg, are you there?
Oh Jesus.
[Hayden] Fromberg can you hear me?
Come in.
[Volunteer] What was that?
Hey!
[Hayden] Are you there?
Get in.
[Volunteer] Over there.
[Volunteer] This way, come on!
[Volunteer] Come on, hurry up!
(suspenseful music)
[Volunteer] Hey, I need some light over here.
Right down there.
(volunteers chattering)
(dog whelping)
Oh, God.
Okay, I know I said I'd never ask you for anything again,
but this time I really mean it.
Just leave me alone, please?
Get outta here.
Jesus, he's got a gun.
Police offic...
(gun fires) (groans)
(spluttering)
(suspenseful music)
(siren blaring)
(gasps)
What are ya doin', kid?
I was, I...
They just shot the killer over there.
Get outta here.
(panting)
(suspenseful music)
Which one of you would like to tell his wife?
(suspenseful music)
Michael, what's going on?
Are you okay?
Shit.
What happened?
You made it, Michael.
A bit clumsy, but you made it.
I killed somebody.
Again, I killed somebody.
Actually, you were magnificent.
The neighborhood is covered in blood.
But you said I wouldn't kill anybody.
You promised.
You protected yourself.
Your hand was forced, you had no choice.
Michael, Michael.
(screams)
(nails scraping)
Now that I have your attention.
(scratching)
Stop, this isn't a game anymore.
This is crime.
This is just lots of crimes.
It's only a crime if you get caught.
There was a witness, and you know who she is.
(melancholy music)
No.
Part Four.
Forensics says you're gonna need this.
And the Brower kid is the one who placed the call.
(tapping)
Talk to me.
(suspenseful music)
What do you want from me?
You know who the witness is, don't you?
And you know what has to be done.
Part Four.
That's it.
I'm gonna go to Hayden right now and turn myself in.
You wanted the ultimate experience in terror.
Well, terror's in the doing.
It's not watching horror films like some child.
And it's not spying on Kimberly.
You get off on that, Michael.
I love her.
It could be any girl in any window and you know it.
I won't kill her!
She'll tell.
She won't tell!
She'll come to me first.
Like last time?
Stop this!
Only you can stop this.
Her life or yours.
Choose.
Cut.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(door knocking)
(doorbell chimes)
Michael?
Michael are you home?
(suspenseful music)
Igor?
[Igor] Yes, Master.
Dial Brainscan.
(phone beeping)
Goodbye, Master.
(suspenseful music)
(clock beeping)
(whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
What are you waiting for?
Michael?
Kill her.
I can't.
Cut her up.
I'll do it myself.
(groaning)
(laughs) Michael!
You wouldn't do this to me.
Who the hell are you?
I can't believe you still don't know.
Michael.
I'm you.
No.
(groaning)
(laughing)
(groaning)
(squelching)
(screaming)
(groaning)
Michael.
(electricity buzzing)
(screams)
No, Michael, stop.
Stop!
(munching)
(screaming)
(whooshing)
(screaming)
(gasps)
Michael.
Oh, Michael.
My God.
Michael, I'm so scared.
(suspenseful music)
Michael.
Please, you can't do this.
Michael, Michael, please.
I don't care what you've done.
I love you.
Please.
You'd do anything to save your life.
No, I love you.
Believe me, I just kept it a secret.
I never told anybody.
But that's over now.
You watch me from your window.
I know you do.
I've known for a long time.
I watch you too.
I bet you didn't know that.
(suspenseful music)
Look, I take pictures.
Look.
That's you, you, you.
I love you, Michael.
(panting)
(buzzing)
I knew you couldn't do it on your own.
Game over, you lose.
Perhaps.
But first.
Surprise.
Murderer.
(suspenseful music)
No!
Murderer.
No!
(gun fires)
No!
(suspenseful music)
(screams)
Oh, my god.
What, the fucking hell?
What is this?
[Brainscan Man] Hello, there.
You've just experienced Brainscan,
the ultimate experience in interactive terror.
We're glad you decided to play.
Our special state-of-the-art system
releases a powerful reality-enhancing signal.
We here at Scientific Perception Laboratories,
makers of Brainscan.
It was a, it was a dream.
[Brainscan Man] Hope you've enjoyed the feeling.
A dream.
[Brainscan Man] However, we understand
that reality compression can be traumatic.
It wasn't even real.
[Brainscan Man] We offer these simple
relaxation techniques to calm you down.
In a seated position, place your head.
I didn't kill anybody.
There's no Trickster.
[Brainscan Man] Now breathe deeply.
Bastards.
Oh, man.
You put me through hell!
Why don't you try these freaking relaxation techniques?
(groaning)
(clattering)
(groaning)
[Kyle] Michael!
Yo dude, hello?
Kyle!
Oh my God, Kyle!
[Kyle] Hello?
(door thudding)
Oh, yo dick lick,
I have been, I have been ringing your doorbell,
I have been calling you for an hour.
There is a party next door!
Kyle!
No, it's Axl Rose!
God, man, I missed you, man!
Hey man, careful, man!
You're gonna kill yourself on my lucky charms, man.
They're magically delicious (laughs).
It's good to see you, Kyle.
I missed you, I love you.
Dude man, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine man.
Good.
Listen, it's a good thing
you didn't order that Brainscan tape, man.
I saw something on the news about it.
Like, it's hypnotic or some shit like that.
Some kid in Texas was watching it,
and I think he had an aneurysm.
And I think his eyes exploded too.
Man, what is it?
Kimberly.
Come on, man.
Go for it, man, let's go!
(upbeat rock music)
♪ I just want your passion ♪
♪ I just want your name ♪
Kimberly?
Damn.
Stacie, do you know where Kimberly is?
She's upstairs.
Upstairs?
Yeah, with Taylor.
Stacie, for once, don't be a bitch.
Hey Stacie, right?
Yeah.
That outfit's totally bitching.
You think so?
I know so.
You look just like that girl in that video
by what's-his-name, only better.
Video?
Really?
Totally.
You're Kyle, right?
Uh-huh.
Hi, Kyle.
(retching)
Kimberly?
Michael.
Hey, can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah, c'mon.
Well, uh, I just,
I just wanted to ask one thing.
Okay.
Please, will you go out with me?
I don't think so.
I mean, I'll think about it.
It's not really a good time to ask, you know what I mean.
You'll think about it.
Yes, but...
Maybe, right?
Not no.
Maybe?
Maybe yes, maybe.
So you mean, uh, you and Taylor?
Are you kidding me?
Well, listen, um, I have to get back, so.
(peaceful music)
(bell rings)
(door knocking)
Yes?
Come in.
Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Brower?
Well, uh, I have a game I want to show to the Horror Club.
Brainscan.
Yes, well, this should be entertaining.
Yeah, I really think it will.
Uh, think you'll have a lot of fun.
Brainscan.
(suspenseful music)
(laughing)
I'll see ya.
Ah.
(rock music)
♪ Dig, dig, dig for yourself ♪
♪ Dig, dig, dig for your soul ♪
♪ Dig, dig, dig a black abyss ♪
[Trickster] Wait a minute.
Haven't you forgotten something?
(glass smashes)
(rock music)
♪ What the hell's the message ♪
♪ Don't look at me ♪
♪ What the hell's the message ♪
♪ Like the little beast in a stone-cold room ♪
♪ Sat writhing in pain all afternoon ♪
♪ Some come each spring brought to the surface ♪
♪ Like dark invaders make their way to the surface ♪
♪ Just this side of hell his kids start to sing ♪
♪ Then one day we're feeling everything ♪
♪ Trees outside with no bark on the wood ♪
♪ Like a callous on your heart mixed with the blood ♪
♪ What the hell's the message ♪
♪ Don't look at me ♪
♪ What the hell's the message ♪
♪ And you don't have to stand ♪
♪ Stand by me ♪
♪ And you don't have to stand ♪
(rock music)
♪ How many little shapes you did ♪
♪ Because I know ♪
♪ Well it's just the way that I let go of ♪
♪ Everything's thrown on the floor ♪
♪ Ringing in my ears ♪
♪ Well, you make your choices very clear ♪
♪ One thing I wanna tell ya ♪
♪ Two things I might mail ya ♪
♪ Three things check it I don't care ♪
♪ One thing I wanna tell ya ♪
♪ Two things I might mail ya ♪
♪ Three things check it I don't care ♪
♪ Yeah ♪