(slow dramatic music)
(wind blowing)
(thunder rumbling) (eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(lightning cracking)
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(Natty grunting)
- Move your ass, whore.
Oh my God, almost, almost.
- Choke me. - What?
- I said choke me!
- All right, you whore.
I'll choke you.
(both grunting)
- [Speaker] We want the Natty Nocks!
- Leave us alone!
(person banging on door)
God damn it, wait your turn!
We want the witch!
Throw her out or we'll tell your wife.
- Fuck!
Fuck!
(person banging on door)
(Natty groaning)
- We want the book.
- Go to hell!
Hypocrites!
- Take her to the yard!
Let's show her what we do with whores.
(Natty screaming)
Get her!
(Natty screaming)
- Stop it, stop it!
Leave her alone!
- No, no!
No!
- Put her in the shed.
She'll talk.
Or she'll burn.
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!
- Wouldn't you like to know
all their dirty little secrets, you bitches!
(hand smacking)
- [Person] Put her in the shed!
- No!
(Natty groaning)
No!
(Natty screaming)
(doors creaking shut)
(gasoline splashing)
Last chance.
(fire crackling)
The book.
(gasoline splashing)
Or your life.
- I'll wait for you in hell, darling.
(frame crackling)
- [Person] Die, Natty Nocks!
- We can all burn together.
(Natty banging)
- [Town People] Burn the witch!
- I'll come for every one of you!
For your husbands!
For your children!
Damn you all to hell!
Damn you!
(flames crackling) (Natty screaming)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
- [Diane] Britt!
- Sorry, sorry, running late.
Car wouldn't start, again.
- It's okay.
Let's just try and contain the damage.
- Britt, Britt!
- What, what?
- Natty Knocks nine times.
- Very scary.
- You really think so?
- Hmm, speaking of scary.
- Good morning, Misses H.
Looking lovely as usual.
- Good morning, Robby.
- Britt.
I'm here.
What are your other two wishes?
- Don't make me say it.
- Boys are gross.
- Yes, they are.
I'm busy.
Wyatt's outside doing Wyatt things.
- What makes you think I'm here for Wyatt?
- Uh, wishful thinking?
(Britt exhales)
(door clicks shut)
Hi.
- Hey.
- Hey, Wyatt.
I'm gonna be late again tonight.
- [Wyatt] You're late every night.
- I'm trying to sell the Masterson House, okay.
And I'm close.
I know that it's hard, but I am trying.
- It's fine.
- Hey, hey, hey.
When I close,
we will celebrate and I will find more time for us.
- [Britt] Hungry, what do you want?
- I'm not hungry.
- Britt likes my mask.
I wanna show it to dad.
- Don't be dumb.
Dad got married again.
He doesn't care about us.
- I'm not dumb.
- You don't know anything.
- Hey!
(door clicking shut)
I'm sure your dad will love your mask.
(phone ringing)
- Babe, you've got to meet me
in the parking lot before class, all right?
I've got something to show you.
Something really cool.
- [Wyatt] Robby, what are you doing?
- Texting Britt a horny message from your phone.
- Dude, give me the phone back.
- No.
- Give it to me. - No.
- Give me the phone, bro.
- No!
- Robby, give me the fucking phone!
Hey, give me the-
- Oh shit.
- You asshole!
Fuck. - Good news.
Britt didn't get that text message.
Bad news, your phone is totally out of service.
- Shit, my bill is overdue.
- Who cares?
- Dude, that's why you don't have a phone.
They're gonna turn mine off on Friday
unless I come up with 50 bucks.
- Just get the money from your mom.
- My dad bought me the phone.
Paying for it is up to me.
Where the fuck am I gonna get 50 bucks?
- [Robby] I know how we can score some cash.
- How?
- We're gonna have to ditch.
- You guys are gonna ditch?
- You didn't hear that.
- I'm out, you guys need a ride?
- Yeah, I call shotgun!
- Not you, loser.
Jolie, hop in.
- No, I'm gonna ride with Wyatt.
- I think you should go with Britt.
- No, I wanna ride with you.
- Okay, but don't screw around after school.
I've got a trig test on Friday
and I'm not cooking dinner later than six.
- Are you guys really gonna ditch?
- You better not say shit, little turd.
- I go with or I'm telling mom.
- She will too.
- All right, listen, me and your brother got some plans.
If you wanna tag along, you have to keep your mouth shut.
- Zipped.
- And you gotta put in a good word ofr me with Britt.
- She doesn't like you.
- Like that matters.
- God.
(car honking in distance)
- I rode the back way past the Baldwin place
and they're fixing it up for the Halloween house again.
And there's like a shit ton of copper wire
just lying around.
- That's crazy.
- Yeah, my mom's psycho boyfriend knows a guy
who could probably buy it, no questions asked.
I bet I could get a hundred bucks for it, easy.
50 bucks for me, 50 for you.
- Damn, so that was your big plan?
- How else are you gonna get the money?
- Fuck if I know.
- Wyatt, do not lose your phone.
What if dad calls?
And mom said not to curse in front of me!
- That's great.
Let's get caught stealing copper wire.
She'll love hearing that.
- Dude, that shit has been sitting around for weeks already.
It's literally gonna take five minutes
to reach over the fence and grab it.
Look, I'm gonna do it no matter what.
You're just coming along for the ride.
- I'll be the lookout.
- Oh, that's great.
Oh, my baby sister is gonna be the fucking lookout.
- I am not a baby!
I'm gonna tell mom!
♪ Until we're at the beach, all sand, no pavement ♪
♪ And I don't care ♪
♪ 'Cause you were there ♪
- (indistinct), what do you think?
It's great.
- That's great, Ricardo,
but don't you think you're a little old for Natty Knocks?
- We were told to have some fun, what?
- Yeah, we're gonna burn the bitch.
She sleeps with the worms under the ground.
- Who's that outside?
Don't make a sound!
- Natty Knocks nine times, I know.
- [Teens] Natty Knocks nine times!
Don't answer your door and close all your blinds.
Hide under your bed or she'll take off your head!
- What, are you all like seven years old?
- I mean, we're all good here.
Okay, just meet me here after school.
- I can't, I have to get the kids ready.
- Right, the kids.
- Yeah, the kids.
They're going through a lot right now.
- So when can we expect you back on planet Earth?
(school bell ringing)
(gentle music)
- Okay, go, go, go.
(gentle music)
- Look at it.
That's 50 bucks sitting right there.
(footsteps thudding)
- I thought you said there was nobody here.
- There was nobody here when I came by this morning.
- We should get the fuck out of here.
- You're not supposed to swear.
- Cover your ears then.
All right, when he turns around, I'm gonna go sneak.
- Not without him hearing you.
- Okay, I have an idea.
All right, Jolie and I are gonna sneak around in the front
and we're gonna knock on the door.
When the guy checks to go see who it is,
that's when you go and sneak and grab the wire.
- That could work, right Wyatt?
Just like ding dong ditch.
- Do you wanna keep your phone or not?
(low suspenseful music)
(saw whirring)
I need you to be my wing man.
- Sure!
What's a wing man?
- Just go up to the window
and tell me what you see. - Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
(low suspenseful music)
(doorbell rings)
(saw whirring)
(doorbell ringing)
(Robby banging on door)
(doorbell ringing)
(footsteps thudding)
Uh, I see someone!
- Go, go!
Jolie!
(low suspenseful music)
- It's too early in the morning for this shit.
(low suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
(gate creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(dog barking)
(siren wailing in distance)
(Wyatt grunting)
- [Wyatt] What the hell?
- Dude, keep it down.
- Where the hell were you?
- Your sister ran in the wrong direction.
- Did not.
- Did you get the wire?
- Yeah, I got the stupid wire.
- Then what's the problem?
We got away.
Jolie's fine and we had a little fun.
- Fun?
You should have known that guy was there.
- Dude, you should have seen the look on your face.
- Such a little bitch.
- Hey man, lighten up a little bit.
We did it, we're golden.
You got the copper wire and you can get your phone back.
Hey Jolie, you wanna do something funny?
- Yeah. - No, she doesn't.
- Yeah, I do actually.
- Let's do one more.
Let's Natty Knocks someone.
- Really?
- Hell yeah!
Can you do it?
- Yeah. - I think you could do it.
Let's do...
That one.
- [Wyatt] No, absolutely not!
- Then you do it, chicken shit.
- You're the chicken shit.
Besides, it's a dumb ass idea.
Nobody even lives there probably.
- If nobody lives there, then do it.
Yeah, bet you 25 bucks right now.
- 25 bucks?
- Yeah, 25 bucks, but you won't do it.
You're too scared.
- I'm not scared.
It's just stupid.
- Ah, dude.
- Natty Knocks nine times, come on.
Go.
- Hold this.
If I get caught, I'm kicking your ass!
- You got it
(low suspenseful music)
(low suspenseful music continues)
Stay here.
(low suspenseful music)
(gate creaking)
(low suspenseful music)
Dude, knock nine times.
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Okay.
- [Robby] Nine times, one more.
(Wyatt knocks on door)
- I think that was nine.
(footsteps thudding)
Nothing happened, all right?
(body thudding)
- Holy, shit.
- Dude, hide!
(shrubbery rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
(suspenseful music)
Dude, where are you going?
- Stay there.
- You're fucking crazy. - Shut up, dude!
(person whimpering)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Fuck, we gotta get out!
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(train horn blaring)
What are we gonna do?
- Dude, I don't know.
- We have to tell someone.
- Are you fucking crazy, dude?
They're gonna know that we ditched
and that we stole the copper wire.
- Robby, we saw her getting abused by him.
We have to tell someone.
We should call the cops.
- Dude, you are mental.
No, they're gonna know about us!
- We'll call from a fucking payphone, dumb shit.
What do you think of that?
- What's a payphone?
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1, what's your emergency?
- I would like to report a fight.
- A murder, it was a murder!
- [Operator] Can you repeat that?
- Yes.
A murder on, yeah, 715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] What is your name, please?
- I can't tell you my name.
- [Operator] How do you know this was a murder?
- We saw it through the window!
He was beating the shit out of her!
- [Operator] Confirming 715 Atkinson Street.
- Yes.
Yes, 715 Atkinson Street.
- [Operator] We'll send a unit over to check it out.
- Okay.
Thank you.
The cops are on their way.
- Why, are they gonna get that guy?
What's going on?
- They're gonna bust his ass.
Let's go back.
- Are you out of your mind, dude?
No, I'm taking Jolie home
and we're gonna forget that we were even there
and we're not gonna tell anyone that that ever happened.
And so should you, dude.
Get your bike, Jolie.
- Fine.
Whatever, I don't care anyways.
♪ I know exactly where you are right now ♪
♪ I'm in an Uber and you're 30 minutes south down Boynton ♪
- I don't know where else to look.
I should have made Jolie come with me.
- Okay, so now what?
- I literally have no idea where they could be.
- Probably just out like stealing beers or reading porn.
- Yeah, Robby, maybe.
But Wyatt, no way, not with Jolie around.
- I don't get why it's such a big deal.
You guys aren't even related.
- It's important to me.
- [Rick] You're just the babysitter.
- They're important to me.
- At least someone is.
- What does that mean?
(phone ringing)
Wyatt?
No, sorry.
We still haven't found them.
Really?
Grace who?
Rick, do you know a Grace Kinsley?
- New girl from Florida.
I walk by her in the halls sometimes.
- She went missing last night.
No, sorry.
We haven't seen her.
Yeah, I'll find them.
Okay.
Yeah, bye.
Oh, geez.
Maybe I do need a break from these people.
- Thank you.
Jesus.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(knife ripping hair)
(truck rumbling)
(door thudding shut)
- Where were you guys?
I have been looking for you everywhere!
- Little shit.
- Shut up a minute.
I want to hear this.
- You can't keep flaking on them.
Okay, they need you too.
- I'm starting over!
- [Diane] Jolie asks for you all the time!
They both (indistinct).
- [Hank] Lisa says that you do this on purpose!
- Bye.
Bye!
Bye, run!
That's the only thing that you're fucking good at!
- Babe, why don't you go?
I got this.
- Want me to come by later?
- Yeah.
- You freak her out like that again,
fist meets face, alright?
- How long have they been going at it?
- Since we got here.
Like 20 minutes.
- Where were you guys?
Wyatt, you're supposed to answer your phone.
If you ditched school, I'm telling your dad.
- His phone's been canceled.
- Canceled?
- It's a long story.
- Hey, I've gotta go close up this showing, Britt.
Do you mind making the kids some dinner?
- Yeah, whatever they're hungry for.
- Okay, cool.
Hey, I'm really sorry that you had to hear that.
- It's okay.
Let me take this.
Yeah, it's okay.
- We'll do something fun after dinner.
- I just wanna to go to bed.
- [Reporter] Let's take a live look downtown
where locals have been putting up missing posters
as concern for a missing Fillmore teen is growing.
Here's Katie Hale with an update.
- If you have any information
regarding the whereabouts of Grace Kinsley,
please contact the Fillmore Police Department.
We have an anguished family that needs your help.
I'm Katie Hale, Channel Three Eyewitness News.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(reels rattling)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music) (knife slashing)
(knife slashing continues)
- Mommy!
Where's mommy?
- She's not home yet.
You're okay.
- I saw her.
- No, it was just a bad dream.
- Why does daddy hate us?
- He doesn't, he doesn't hate us.
We just remind him of bad feelings
and he wants to be happy now.
- Are we bad?
- No, you're the least bad person in this whole world.
- I don't ever wanna steal again. Wyatt.
- Yeah, me neither.
I'm sorry about all that.
It was Robby's stupid idea and it shouldn't have happened.
Let's just forget about it.
(person knocking on door)
- How many was that?
Wyatt, don't answer it.
(low suspenseful music)
Wyatt, no.
No, Wyatt, no, please.
Stop.
(figure knocking on door)
- Who is at the door?
- I don't know.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
Hi officer, can I help you?
- Yes, ma'am.
Responding to a domestic disturbance call, this address.
- Oh.
Excuse me.
There's no disturbance.
- Your neighbors said things were getting out of hand.
- My husband and I are going through a divorce,
so you know.
- I'm gonna give you a warning, okay?
Next time, just try to keep your cool.
- Yeah, I will.
Thank you.
I appreciate your time, thank you.
Have a good night.
(eerie music)
- Is everything okay, mom?
- Yeah, nothing for you guys to worry about.
Come on, let's go to bed.
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
- Kill them for me.
Kill them all.
(eerie music) (flames crackling)
♪ Here for the weekend, so we make the best use of our time ♪
♪ Lay in bed all day ♪
- Slow down.
Take control of your hands.
- [Rick] What's wrong?
- Try Grandma in the rear view.
- You want me to go put a coat over her?
- No, I want you to zip up your pants.
- Come on, Britt.
- Not a great times, stud.
- We've been together for almost like three months now.
- Alert the media.
- You know how I feel about you, about us.
I'm crazy about you, you're my girl.
♪ (indistinct) and go dance into the light ♪
- What if we get all involved
and then I have to leave for school?
- We'll figure it out.
♪ I wish that you could stay ♪
- What's this?
- Oh, him?
He's your biggest fan, (indistinct).
(Britt laughing)
(lips smooching)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thudding shut)
You're gonna make the party Friday, right?
Maybe we can try again.
- Yeah, maybe without the witch.
- Well, how about I pick you up at eight
and we'll head over to Debby's and light the hag up, yeah?
- Whatever you say, Romeo.
(low eerie music)
(cat meows)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music continues)
(keys jingling)
(door thudding shut)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(dog barking)
(muffled music playing)
- Mom?
Mom?
- Good morning, kiddo.
- Oh, good morning.
- I'm so hungry.
- Well, it's almost ready, just the way you like it.
- You know how I like it.
- Can you guys not, please?
- Okay, go get yourself some coffee, cowboy.
And you better be doing good in school, okay?
- Hey, I need to talk to you about something.
- I don't do heart to hearts.
- Got something you might be interested in.
- Shoot, champ.
- You know anybody that's willing to buy some copper wire?
- How'd you get your hands on copper wire?
- What do you care?
- I know a couple of guys who might want it.
- It's outside.
- Five minutes.
- Come on.
- Anybody gonna look for this?
- No.
- Better not.
- So how much?
- I'll give you 20.
- What?
This is 100 bucks easy.
- It's hot and somebody's gonna ask where it came from.
- All right, you could do better than 20.
- I'll give you 25.
You don't want the deal, right?
- All right, I'll take it.
The money.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, dude, I ain't playing.
(cash rustling)
Have fun.
- Now beat it.
Hey, we never spoke about this shit, right?
- Yeah, whatever.
(ominous music) (bicycle whirring)
(flyer rustling)
- You know her?
- No.
Who is she?
- Missing girl.
Big reward.
(ominous music)
(school bell ringing)
- [Intercom] Attention 10th graders,
don't forget to get started on your-
- Dude, I need to talk to you!
- You ditched again.
They're gonna hold you back.
- Shut up and listen to me!
- No, I don't want to have to cover for you
every time you bail-
- I found this.
Read it.
It's all over town.
I think that's the girl.
- No, you don't know that.
- You know any other girls
that have been missing since yesterday?
- Shit.
- Yeah, the cops didn't do shit.
- What?
- I drove by the house.
There's no cop cars, no yellow tape.
Nothing, they did nothing!
- But we fucking told 'em the truth!
- You think that matters?
We're a couple of kids and it's almost Natty Knocks night.
Truth don't mean shit.
That guy killed that girl and we're the only ones who know.
- We gotta find something on this guy.
- We need that money.
- But we gotta figure out who he is.
- How the fuck are we supposed to do that?
- I got an idea.
Mom's in a showing.
I don't know how much time we have.
- What are we doing?
- She has real estate software.
I wanna know who lives at that house.
What's the address?
- Atkinson Street.
715 Atkinson Street.
- That's weird.
- [Robby] What?
- It's a foreclosure.
The owner's not listed.
- So?
- Well, psycho is not supposed to be there.
Nobody's supposed to be there.
- So what now?
- Well, I'll go to mom's office in town
and search for records.
Maybe find the last owner's name.
They keep the records in file cabinets.
It's old school.
- I got an idea too.
I'll catch you later.
- Hey, what?
(door thudding shut)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(intense music continues) (Natty breathing heavily)
- Choke me.
Say it!
So choke me.
Say it!
- Choke me.
Choke me.
(knife slashing) (Natty screaming)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(glass shattering)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(paper rustling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Hey, Wyatt.
You think if we can convince this guy to turn himself in,
we could still get the money?
- Dude, did you not hear what I just said?
- Yeah, your dad's a dick.
They all are, I've had four.
But this girl is face down in a river somewhere.
This guy's gonna run away
and then they're never gonna catch him.
- Shut the fuck up with this shit!
- Oh, shit.
I got it, I got it.
- At least he doesn't know who we are.
(low ominous music)
(low ominous music continues)
(bicycle whirring)
(Wyatt knocking on door)
- Hey, Lori.
- Hey, Wyatt.
Your mom's not here.
- Yeah, I just need to get something from her desk.
- Go ahead, go on back.
- Thanks.
(drawer clicking)
(folders rustling)
- Wyatt?
They said you were back here.
Picking up some papers for your mom, hmm?
- Yeah, hey, Mr. Meredith.
- What you got there?
- Just something my mom needs.
- Oh.
This old place, huh?
Time was, not a day went by when someone
wasn't stopping by the office to ask me about it.
- Yeah, I just have to research that for a book report.
- Why didn't you just ask your mom about it?
- She's been a little...
- Right, out of sorts.
I was sorry to hear about the trouble at home.
Come on.
I might have some answers for you.
This house, it's been a god damn tough sell for 50 years.
Never had much luck with it myself.
But your mom nearly did once,
until the buyers found out.
- Found out what?
- To understand that,
you'd have to understand who lived there.
- Who lived there?
- Miss Natty Nocks.
- Natty Nocks?
Like Natty Knocks nine times?
I thought that was just an old ghost story.
- Why, where do you think those stories come from?
There's always a little truth to 'em.
Nocks family around here, hell,
go all the way back to the 1800s.
Hard scrabble German folk.
And Natty Nocks, now, she was the only child
of a God fearing German farm couple.
One day, they discovered her upstairs
in the family home in bed with a boy
and those good Christian church going parents of hers,
they tossed her out on the street.
- That's harsh.
- Anyway, she took off for LA,
hopes of becoming a movie star.
And the funny thing is...
The funny thin is, Wyatt, she almost was.
You see, Natty Nocks, she starred in those drive-in movies,
B pictures, double bill horror flicks,
one right after the other back in the 60s.
Yeah, she was pretty.
Not much of an actress.
And when her looks gave out, well, the movies stopped.
She wound up back here with a young child.
The old Nocks place had been abandoned by her family.
They just kind of moved in.
No one around this town had anything to do with her,
or the boy.
And desperate to make ends meet, Natty...
Well, Natty became a, how do I put this?
A good time for the men in town
who wanted to live out their fantasies
of being with a movie star.
Of course, the wives in town
did not appreciate Ms. Natty's local one woman brothel
or the little black book that she kept
all their husband's names in.
Because of the kind of parts she played down in Hollywood,
the women had somehow convinced themselves
that she was some kind of a hippie witch and a whore.
They tried to run her out of town.
Oh, Natty was having none of that.
No, sir.
She refused and just kept her business busy,
busy, busy, busy,
busy writing down the names of all those husbands.
And when she wouldn't tell 'em
where she hid her little black book,
they lit a tool shed behind her house on fire,
Natty locked inside.
A coroner called it death by misadventure.
An accident, could have happened to anybody.
Shouldn't store gasoline in a toolshed, they said.
Blah, blah, blah.
But people know better.
I knew better.
A town knows its secrets, Wyatt.
A town knows how to hide 'em.
- What happened to the boy?
- Nate?
Nate was institutionalized.
They fried his brain with shock therapy
to keep him quiet about what he might know,
what he might have seen.
- Shock therapy?
- He died up in Butler psych ward around 2008.
- Is he really dead?
- See for yourself, Wyatt.
They got him buried in a cheap box up in Oak Hill.
(eerie music) (bicycle whirring)
(eerie music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(tense music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(spirit screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Who's there?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(body thudding)
(bottle clinking)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(sirens wailing)
- Are you speeding.
- In this?
- What's going on?
- It's cops.
- Is this about the copper?
- Shut up
(footsteps thudding)
- Is something wrong, officer?
- Taillights busted and your tags are expired.
License and registration, please.
- Come on, really?
- Officer, this is my fault, really.
- I got a flat tire on my bike and I needed a ride home.
- And where are you going this time of night?
- I was at my mom's office in town.
I was picking something up for her and it got late and dark
and I needed a ride.
We've been having a real hard time at home
and Britt's been helping us out.
- You Diane Hemming's boy?
- Yeah.
- I was up at your house not long ago.
- Yeah, sorry about that.
- Look, I don't wanna see this rig back on the road
until the tags are clean and the lights are working.
You understand?
- Yeah.
Thank you, officer.
- Now y'all go straight home.
And you, young lady, it's past your bedtime.
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie crying)
- Are you okay, Jolie?
- No, I'm not okay!
Wyatt's phone got turned off and we needed money,
so we ditched.
Then we stole copper wire from the Baldwin house.
Then they saw a man beating up a girl.
She might be dead but nobody can find her
because the cops didn't do anything!
Dad's never coming home again.
- What?
Wyatt, what is she talking about?
Is any of this true?
- All of it.
All of it's true.
(Jolie crying)
- We are going home right now.
(engine rumbling)
(footsteps thudding)
(eerie music)
(keys jingling)
(eerie music)
(door clicking shut)
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
- I'm sorry.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(staircase creaking)
(door creaking open)
(eerie music)
Who are you?
You can't be here.
- I belong here.
- Nobody belongs here, not in her house.
Not in her house!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Who are you?
Do I know you?
- You know who I am.
- No, you can't be Nate.
No, no, no.
You stay back, now.
You stay back.
You stay back, now!
(Mr. Meredith grunting)
(Nate screaming)
(Mr. Meredith thudding)
(tense music)
- You didn't try to help her.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Why are you hassling me?
I don't know shit about no stolen copper.
- I got a report of a black Toyota seen in the area.
You know who drives a black Toyota?
You, tough guy.
- Me and a million fucking other people.
Get out of here with that crap.
- I've got a witness who says they saw a black Toyota
near the high school.
You wanna talk about that?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.
Don't you lay that girl on me.
I got a cleanup job over there, okay?
Do your fucking job and check it out.
- You better believe I will.
- Am I done here?
- Yeah.
You'll be back.
(bell ringing)
- Hey Ken, I need you to run a set of prints for me.
- I can't run unauthorized prints.
You know that.
- Look, it's the last time.
Okay?
Oh, third base line, lower level, row 12.
Dodgers, Giants.
- Fine.
I can maybe have these by tonight.
- I need it sooner.
- They catalog every search.
I have to be careful.
- All right.
You have my cell phone.
Whoa.
- Hi, can you help me?
The front desk said that I was supposed to go back here,
but I don't think I'm in the right place.
- The right place for what?
- I have information about a murder.
- A murder?
- The missing girl from the television.
- Come with me, please.
This way.
Don't worry about the lights.
They're fixing the place up.
- Is this the right way?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
Are you Britt Chamberland?
- Yeah.
- Detective Squares.
The desk sergeant said you might have some information.
- Oh, he was taking me to see you.
- Okay, well, he's taking you the wrong way.
Why don't she come with me?
I'll buy you a Coke and you can tell me your story.
This way.
Brains before bears, Abner.
What the hell's your problem, man?
So the game is called Natty Knocks.
- That's right.
- I've got kids, but refresh my memory.
- You run up to somebody's door and you knock
and you run away before they answer.
- Nine times.
But my friend didn't run away.
He looked through the window
and he saw this creepy guy beating up a girl.
He thinks it's the same girl on the missing posters.
- [Detective Squares] Well, we got a big problem
with domestic violence.
I mean, is it possible he saw a husband and wife thing
maybe get out of control?
- [Britt] No.
No, he's sure that the man was trying to kill her.
- And your friend called 9-1-1?
- Yeah.
- So there's a record of the call in the dispatch order.
- I suppose.
- And you say this happened yesterday?
- Yeah.
- So why don't you think the officers
made an arrest at the scene?
I mean, what it sounds like, she put a hell of a fight.
There would be broken furniture.
This guy would have trauma on his face.
And yet this man didn't leave in handcuffs.
- Yeah, that's why I'm here.
- But not your friend.
- Yeah, well, he's scared,
but he wants to do the right thing.
Look, if there's a chance that this girl can be found,
maybe she's still alive.
I don't know.
- The only thing I got from yesterday
is a call about some stolen copper wire.
- Well, I'm...
I'm just...
I'm thinking about the missing girl.
She's in my school.
- Well, listen, we're gonna look into all of this.
In the meantime,
I just want you to stay kind of close to home.
Be safe and I'll call you if anything comes up.
And there's my number, so.
- Hi, Lori.
Is Mr. Meredith in?
- I haven't seen him yet today.
He did leave something on your desk, though.
- Do you know what it is?
- I think it was something about the old Nocks House.
- Thanks.
You might wanna talk to Wyatt about this.
(low ominous music)
What are you up to, kid?
(door thudding shut)
- Guys?
Guys?
- How'd it go?
- I talked to a detective and I told him everything.
They're gonna be all over that guy.
- What about the copper wire?
- I covered it up for you.
Don't do anything stupid like that again, okay?
- Is it over?
- Yeah, everything's gonna be just fine.
- Did that cop know who we are?
- No, I didn't tell him your name.
I just said it was a friend.
- Thank you.
- Can you stop being such a pain in my ass all the time now?
You know, I'm only trying to help you.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
- Accepted.
Now, your mom is working late tonight
and I think we need to have a little fun.
- I wanna go to the ghost house and wear my mask
and reach into the guts and pull out prizes!
- You coming?
- I should tell Robby that it's over.
- He's the one that got you into this trouble
in the first place.
You know that, right?
- I owe him.
- No, you don't owe him a fucking thing!
(heels clicking)
(doorbell ringing)
(eerie music)
(ominous music) (heels clicking)
- Uh, excuse me.
Can I help you?
- I'm so sorry, you scared me.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to, I thought you were a prowler.
- Oh.
That time of year, huh?
- Yeah, every kid in town.
- No, I'm Diane with Hemmings Realty.
I'm sure you've seen our signs.
- Of course.
- Well, we used to have this listing
and then now the bank has it.
And I think there might be someone squatting here,
so I wanted to just go check it out.
- Well, I think I saw the back door open.
Let's go take a look.
- Oh, okay.
(footsteps thudding)
Looks like somebody tried to break in.
It was probably kids.
I have two of my own.
Should get rid of all of this junk.
- That must mean something to someone.
- Somebody without taste.
- Somebody may be coming back for these.
- Doubtful.
Everybody thinks this place is haunted.
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- Me, no.
No, I believe people are bad enough.
They don't have to invent things to be afraid of.
- Should we look in the basement?
- No.
I think I'm good.
I've seen enough.
But thank you for your help.
If you are ever on the market for a house...
- I know, I know.
A house is not a house unless it's a Hemmings house.
- Yes. - Thank you.
- That's right.
Thank you.
(object rattling)
- What is that?
- I don't know.
No idea.
(object rattling)
- What the hell is going on here?
(spirit screaming)
(Diane gasping and choking)
(Diane gasping and choking continues)
- Say choke me.
- No.
- Say it!
- No!
- Louder!
- Choke me.
- Louder.
Louder!
- Choke me!
(Diane groaning)
(Natty screaming)
(indistinct talking)
- Do as you're told.
(eerie music)
(bicycle whirring)
- Robby, what the hell is happening?
- I thought that if I could get his name,
I could turn it into the police and get the 5,000 bucks.
And me and my mom can get out of this shitty town for good.
- What are you talking about?
- There's a reason why the cops didn't do anything, Wyatt.
- What are you saying?
- He's a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, his name is Abner Honeywell.
- How do you know that?
- I checked his driver's license
and I saw his fucking uniform, dude.
- You went back there?
Are you insane?
- I had to!
- Tell me you didn't.
- I threw that through the fucking window.
But I forgot you're a psycho
and put your initials on everything!
- What were you thinking?
- I thought that maybe if he knew we saw what he did,
he would get scared and then turn himself into the police
and then I could collect the money.
- Dude, Britt went to the police station today
and she talked to a cop.
- What?
- Yeah, she told him everything we saw.
- What did he look like?
What was his name?
- I don't fucking know, Robby.
(tense music)
- Money.
- Yeah, it's a little late for that.
Dude, we have to find Britt.
- Remember the rules.
- Don't move and don't touch anything.
- And don't scare your babysitter.
- Okay.
(soft playful music)
(eerie music)
This is awesome, right Britt?
- If you say so.
(knife slashing)
(actor screaming)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
- Did you just pee?
- No.
- I think I did.
(actor groaning)
(actor screaming)
- I told you not to scare your babysitter.
(tense music)
(Jolie and Britt screaming)
(phone buzzing)
(people cackling)
(eerie music)
- Abner, what the fuck are you doing here?
- I'm working.
- Working.
Where's your duty belt?
- Have you been following me?
- I've been following her and I'm glad I did.
You know, a pair of uni's talked to you recently,
but you're good old Abner, three weeks from retirement.
Everybody loves you.
Well, I never bought it.
I never bought you.
Right, don't pull that Halloween shit with me.
(Detective Squares grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(hatchet cracking)
(Detective Squares groaning)
(suspenseful music)
- She took Jolie to the Baldwin house!
(bicycle whirring)
(ominous music)
(hatchet slashing)
- Whoa.
Britt, look how cool this room is.
(eerie music)
Whoa, that almost looks real.
Britt, look.
Britt?
Britt, look.
(actor laughing creepily)
Britt!
(eerie music)
Britt?
- Jolie?
Jolie?
Jolie!
- Britt, where are you?
- Wyatt!
- What, what's happening?
- I got lost in that stupid house
and then I walked through the wrong door and...
We're never going in that stupid place again.
What are you doing here?
- He came with me.
- And you should know better!
After everything that's happened,
Robby, don't you think you've done enough?
- What was the name of the cop that you talked to?
- I didn't tell him about any stolen copper.
- What was the name of the cop?
Was it Honeywell?
- No, it was Detective Squares.
Happy?
We're going.
You too, Wyatt.
Let's go, say goodnight.
Stay here or go wherever,
but you're not coming with us.
- I'm trying to help you.
- Next time, treat your friends better.
- Fine.
Go, see if I care!
(ominous music) (crows cawing)
(ominous music continues)
- Did you get in?
- I've had it for two days.
I'm afraid to open it.
- What are you waiting for?
- The minute I open this, everything changes.
Who I am, where I'm going, who I'm with.
- Rick's a tool.
You know that, right?
- Yeah, but he's a cute tool.
- Look, I've never told anyone this before,
but I can't wait to get out of here.
Maybe if I'm lucky,
I'll nab a baseball scholarship somewhere.
But that's the only chance I've got.
This is yours.
Don't blow it.
(paper rustling)
Well?
- Holy shit.
I got in!
(Britt laughing)
- Wow.
(phone dings)
Is that Rick?
- Yeah, he wants to see me.
I think I have to tell him.
- You probably should.
- Is it cool if he comes over?
- I mean, I knew you first.
- Yeah, since you were like seven.
Hey, we're gonna be up late, like late, late.
- Oh.
Oh, okay.
I'll be in mom's office and work with her computer
while you guys talk and do whatever.
- Thanks, Wyatt.
Hey, you're a cool kid.
You know that, right?
And your slider is your best pitch.
(phone dialing)
- Babe, we're burning the witch tonight.
- Hey, I have some good news.
Why don't you come over?
Jolie's asleep and I wanna see you.
- Just come over here.
- I can't, Mrs. Henderson's working something out
with her ex and I have to stay.
But it's all good, just come over.
- Maybe we can have like a party of our own?
- Maybe.
- I'm on the way.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues) (crow cawing)
(person knocking on door)
- Don't answer it.
(person knocking on door)
Don't fucking answer it.
(person knocking on door)
- Alright, keep your pants on. - Don't answer it!
(door thudding shut)
- You scared me.
- I'm looking for Robby de La Marco.
- What did he do now?
- I need to ask him a few questions.
- You have a warrant?
- Do I need one?
- If you want to get in my house.
- He broke the law.
- Prove it.
(footsteps thudding)
Run, Robby, run!
Run!
(flashlight thudding)
(kicks thudding) (bones crunching)
You broke my wrist.
- Where is he?
- I'm gonna sue you for millions.
(Ajay groaning)
Fuck you!
(Ajay groaning)
What kind of fucking cop are you?
- I'm a bad cop.
Where is he?
- Okay, he hangs out with this kid Wyatt Hemmings
on Edgewood Road.
(flashlight thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues) (keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues) (keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
(door creaking open)
- You're supposed to be asleep.
- I'm kind of scared.
- It's okay, close your eyes.
I'm right across the hall.
- Britt. - Yeah?
- Why are there bad people?
Why did God make bad people?
- No one really knows.
That's the truth.
Sometimes it's a traumatic event that makes them bad
or just bad blood, like they're born bad.
- But why?
Why does God make mistakes?
- I can't really tell you that.
But I do know that all that matters
is that your mom loves you and Wyatt loves you.
And I love you, and even your dad.
Most people are good.
Can you say that?
- Most people are good.
- Right, now go to sleep.
We'll do something fun tomorrow.
- Britt.
- Yeah?
- I love you.
- I know, I love you too.
Good night.
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
(phone dings)
(soft music)
(ominous music) (keyboard clacking)
(ominous music continues) (keyboard clacking continues)
(ominous music continues)
- Oh my God.
Abner Honeywell is Nate Nocks.
- College grad of the future?
Or the Avocado queen of Fillmore.
(engine rumbling)
I guess we're gonna find out.
(door thudding)
Just don't wake her up.
Wait in the bedroom.
I have something for you.
(low ominous music)
(low ominous music continues)
It's freezing in here.
Over here, lover boy.
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(stun gun zapping)
(Britt thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(door creaking shut)
(footsteps thudding)
(Jolie screaming)
(low eerie music)
(Jolie crying softly)
(tense music)
- Where are they?
Where are they?
- With their dad.
- If you are lying to me...
- I'm not.
He took them.
(Jolie crying softly)
(Wyat shushing)
(suspenseful music)
(Britt gasping)
(Britt thudding)
- Call 9-1-1.
- Don't go down there.
- I have to.
- Don't leave me.
(low eerie music)
(low eerie music continues)
(trunk clicks shut)
(Britt screaming)
(Britt breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(Britt screaming)
(car whirring)
- What?
- They fucking left.
He's got Britt!
- Let's fucking go!
(tense music)
- He's taking her home!
- What?
- To his mother's house.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(chilling music)
(bicycle whirring)
- You ready to do this?
- Yeah, he'll kill her.
- Hey, let's just hope you swing better than you can throw.
- Let's get this shit, bro.
I'll get the front and you go in the back, okay?
- Good luck, man.
(door creaking open)
- Knock, knock!
I know who you are.
You're Nate Nocks.
Do you hear me, motherfucker?
Nate Nocks.
- [Robby] What the fuck are you doing?
- I came to help you.
- [Robby] Jesus, dude, I thought you were dead.
- It'll take a lot more than that.
- [Robby] Hey, thanks for saving my ass back there.
- Can't have your mom leave me.
- Dude, you're a real piece of work.
Hey, let's go get this piece of shit.
- I'll fucking kill him.
(Wyatt exclaiming)
- Dude, calm down.
- What the fuck?
- He's with me.
- What the hell did you guys do to piss of this man?
- He's a psycho cop and no one's gonna stop him but us.
- So what's the plan?
- I'll go upstairs and you guys go up back to the shed.
If you see him or Britt, scream.
- Don't worry, it won't be a problem.
- Let's go.
(staircase creaking)
- They locked you in a nuthouse!
And then you started that fire and killed all those people!
(eerie music)
Abner Honeywell died, not you.
(eerie music)
Where the fuck are you?
They dragged you out,
all burnt up and covered in dirt.
You made them think you were Abner, but it was just you,
just you little Nate Knox.
You waited.
You waited until people stopped talking
or caring about some creepy old story.
And then you came back home
as a new man named Abner Honeywell.
You've been very busy.
(door clicks shut)
(ominous music)
This ends tonight, fucker!
Where are you?
- Wherever you want me to be.
(bat cracking)
Momma's boy.
(stun gun zapping)
(Wyatt grunting)
(bat cracking)
(footsteps thudding)
- Please don't hurt me, please.
- Oh shit, is that her?
- Oh my God, yeah, yeah.
- Grace!
Everybody has been looking for you!
- Get off of me!
Let me go!
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
(intense music)
(Natty screaming)
- Watch the movie.
Watch it!
- No!
- Watch the movie.
- Let me go.
(Natty screaming)
(knife slashing)
- That's right.
That's right.
- Look at it.
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(Nate sniffing)
(eerie music)
- What kind of conditioner do you use?
- Fuck you!
(suspenseful music)
- Britt!
Britt!
(suspenseful music)
I know what they did to you!
- You know nothing!
Do you know what it's like to have a mother
living inside you, rooting and nesting?
She's a prisoner of all her movies and she is hungry.
Well, mommy asked me to feed her and she said if I did,
she'd let me go.
So don't blame me.
She's the whore!
(Nate grunting)
(objects clattering)
(Nate grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(flame crackling)
- Go get her up, get her upstairs!
(suspenseful music)
- Stop right there!
Don't move.
Don't fucking move!
(gun banging)
- Damn you all to hell!
(spirit roaring)
(Diane screaming)
(spirit hissing)
- Holy shsit.
(spirit roaring)
Come on!
- Go, go, go!
- Come on, we've got you.
(Grace crying)
Okay, easy.
(Grace crying)
- Wyatt, (indistinct)
- I'm coming, mom.
I'm coming.
- What the fuck was that?
(Wyatt coughing)
(Diane screaming)
- It's okay, it's fine.
It's Grace.
- He had her tied up-
- Get the fuck out, go!
Shit, fuck!
(Wyatt breathing heavily)
Go!
(sirens wailing)
(tense music)
- [Radio] 10-4, just wanted to know
if you'd be headed back (indistinct).
- Mommy!
- Oh, honey.
- Are you okay?
- I love you so much.
- We're okay.
Come on.
(stretcher clattering)
- You're some kind of hero, kid.
- [Robby] Not so bad yourself.
- How much is the reward, by the way?
I'll tell your mom you're okay.
What's up, bro?
- What's going on?
- You all right?
- Not really.
- Yeah, me neither.
Where's Britt?
- I don't know, she should be here.
- What do you mean?
She was right behind me.
- Yeah.
I mean, I saw her.
- Britt!
- Is she not here, dude?
- Dude.
Britt! - Britt!
Hey, Britt!
- Hey, is Britt over there? - No.
- Is she still inside?
Britt!
Britt?
Hey, Britt! - Britt!
(soft music)
- Britt?
(creepy music) (sirens wailing)
(creepy music continues)
- [Wyatt] Britt!
Britt!
- [Robby] Britt, Britt, where are you?
- [Wyatt] Britt, are you in there?
(door rattling)
- [Robby] Britt!
- [Wyatt] Dude, where is she?
- [Robby] Hey, Britt, open up, please.
Britt!
- [Wyatt] Britt, Britt, are you in here?
Britt, open up!
- [Robby] Open up!
- [Wyatt] Britt, open, please!
- [Robby] Britt!
- Hey! - Britt!
(creepy music)
(spirit growling)
(tense music) (thunder cracking)
(tense music continues) (thunder cracking continues)
(chilling music)
(chilling music continues)
(no audio)