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(ominous music)

(clock ticking)

(curtain flapping)

- Once there was a boy named James,

my grandson,

a child who learned the weight of goodbye far too young.

After his parents died, he came to live with me

in a house of old wood and ticking clocks.

(thunder rumbling)

A house full of memory.

(clock ticking)

Then death is a greedy visitor.

It never comes just once.

It returned

and it took his very best friend.

I watched the boy's heart break.

So then I made a vow.

You will never lose anyone again.

I worked.

I spent more and more time in the basement,

a place forbidden to James.

Days turned to weeks

creating something,

something just for him.

Something which will never say goodbye.

Something which will never belong to death.

Pinocchio.

(letters rattling)

(mysterious music)

(James knocking on door)

Not today. Thanks.

- Oh gosh, no, not again.

No. Come on.

This joke is so old it should be in a nursing home.

(Mia laughs)

- [Mia] Um, Bye James.

- How's he holding up?

- [Mia] Oh, he had a moment earlier,

but I think he'll be okay.

- And you?

- I'm good as can be.

Yeah, thanks.

Bye.

- Thanks for keeping an eye on him lately.

(light solemn music)

(birds chirping)

- Zach, wait up.

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

- Grab your coat, kiddo.

Bit of fresh air will do us good.

Now come on.

It's always hard losing someone you love.

Your mother, now your best friend.

- Do you ever worry, Granddad, about what happens after?

Like, when we die.

- All I worry about is you.

- I just, I wish Zach was still here.

It doesn't feel the same anymore.

- Well, maybe he is.

(gentle piano music)

I believe what makes you, you,

sticks around after and moves into what surrounds us.

- Yeah, Dudley told me that stuff's rubbish.

- I've seen Dudley pick his nose and eat it too.

(both laughing)

Look up.

What do you see?

- Um, loads of stars.

- "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

"than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

It means life is full of endless possibilities.

(light music)

(Geppetto coughing)

- Granddad, are you okay?

Are you okay? Do you want me to-

- I'm fine. Don't worry.

- You sure?

- Mm.

Fine.

We should get home soon.

I have something very exciting to show you tomorrow.

(mysterious music)

(floor creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps pattering)

(door creaks)

(ominous music)

(light switch clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(footsteps thudding)

(door creaking)

(door clicks shut)

(suspenseful music)

You sure there's nothing else you remember?

(stairs creak)

James?

- Who are you talking to?

- Come down.

There's someone here I want you to meet.

- Someone?

- Come, come.

(mysterious music)

- Is that what I saw upstairs?

- That'll be him.

- Where is he?

(ominous music)

- In there.

He's shy, I think.

(ominous music)

Come on out.

I want you to meet someone.

He's the boy I've been telling you about.

(ominous music)

(Pinocchio's hand creaking)

Yes, him.

(ominous music)

(water splashes)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

You're the first person he's seen

other than me.

I think he wants to be your friend.

(dramatic music)

- Stop! Go away!

Please stop!

- James, stop!

(James panting)

Listen to me, James.

- What the fuck was that?

- Calm down and watch your language-

- No, no, no, no!

What was that? That thing down there?

What? What is it?

- It's not a thing.

It's a who, James.

It's alive.

Things aren't always what they seem,

life is not- - What were you talking about?

- I know it's hard to believe,

but trust me in time, this is all gonna make sense.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I just thought you could use a friend.

I know he could.

- A friend?

With, with that thing?

- [Geppetto] This could be good for the both of you.

(dramatic music)

- How long has he been down there?

- [Geppetto] That's all he's ever really known.

(door creaks)

Why don't you say hello?

(mysterious music)

- James.

- I'm Pinocchio.

Are we friends?

- Maybe. We'll see.

- James,

you can tell nobody about this.

Understood?

Good boy.

(mysterious music)

(playful music)

- You're not gonna get my ship, Captain James.

- Oh, I'm gonna make you walk the plank.

Okay. You got it?

- [Pinocchio] Mm-hmm.

- Your move.

(chess pieces clatter)

(bright music)

- Is that me?

- Yeah.

(cellphone buzzing)

Now.

- Dude.

What the fuck is that?

- [James] Nothing. Nothing.

It's just a doll Granddad made.

This one's biology.

- [Pinocchio] What is bilology?

- It's like why boys are made different from you.

Organs and stuff.

- (gasps) Wow.

What else makes us different?

- Teeth, eyes, hair, skin.

I mean, there's lots of things.

- I wanna be just like you.

- (laughs) No, trust me.

You don't.

You're way cooler than me.

- What's this?

- Oh.

Uh...

- [TV Narrator] As the herd follows the sea's plains,

danger lies in wait.

But in the presence of a predator,

the herd will protect one another.

- The herd will protect.

(buffalo grunting onscreen)

You are my herd.

(mysterious music)

- [TV Narrator] However, sometimes the greatest danger

comes from within the group.

(door creaks)

(lion growls onscreen)

(mysterious music)

- [Pinocchio] James.

Why?

- You can't.

- I want to be with James.

- He's going to school tomorrow.

People won't react well.

- Because I don't have a penis?

- No, I don't know what to say to that.

The world isn't ready for you.

Not yet.

(ominous music)

- Like 100 kg. - Rubbish, mate.

- Pure muscle, it's just hidden.

Just need to do, like, a diet.

- Need some help with that?

- You can do that?

- [James] I could help you lose five pounds, easy.

- How?

- I just cut off a right arm.

- Ah!

(James laughing)

(inhaler whooshes)

(insect buzzing)

- Ah! Fuck!

(groans) Ouch, my head.

(suspenseful music)

(Pinocchio exhales)

(mysterious music)

(Pinocchio gasps)

(mysterious music continues)

(electricity crackles)

(dramatic music)

(Pinocchio gasps)

- Child, come closer.

My splinters hurt.

- You talk?

- Who else would tell the truth he hides?

- What are you?

- I am your Wood Mother.

Geppetto may have carved our bodies,

but I will shape your mind.

- Are you stuck there?

- As are you.

- I'm not stuck.

- The strings may be invisible,

but you are still his puppet.

- I'm no puppet.

I'm just like James.

I'm a real boy.

- (laughs) Your nose betrays you.

The creator says you are real.

He doesn't look at you like James.

You want his arms to hold you, not hide you,

then come closer

and I'll whisper how to be real.

You need skin, blood, teeth, hair.

Take them, wear them.

- Ew, that's disgusting.

I'm not doing that.

(Wood Mother laughing)

- Then stay caged, little puppet,

whilst James walks in sunlight.

Unless I'm wrong.

Prove it.

(dramatic music)

(glass shatters)

(bright music)

- Wow.

(birds chirping)

(school bell rings)

(children chattering)

(door creaks)

- Pinocchio?

Oh, there you are.

(solemn music)

- [Pinocchio] Who are these?

- Oh, they're my best mates.

- [Pinocchio] Best mates?

- Yeah.

It's like a friend forever.

Someone you protect

and you never break a promise to and stuff.

- Are we best mates?

- Put out your hand.

We've got to do this to make it official first.

A super secret handshake.

Now first we slap our fist both sides, like,

and then...

That's, that's right.

Good guess.

(pen scratching)

(light piano music)

- Are you going again tomorrow?

- Yeah.

And you're coming with me.

But you've gotta make one of those promises first.

No matter what, no one can see you move.

Just be like a doll, yeah?

- Easy.

(bright music)

- [James] Why are you all tied up?

- [Pinocchio] Father says it's to protect me.

- Oh, I've gotta meet Dudley.

Oh, here you go.

- [Pinocchio] Ouch.

- Oh, you're heavy. - No, I'm not.

(mysterious music)

- [Geppetto] Dentist after school, James.

- See you later, Granddad!

- See you, kiddo.

(suspenseful music)

(insect buzzing)

- Whoa, this is amazing.

Wow.

- [James] That's Trey and that's where he lives.

He's a proper asshole.

- Asshole.

Hey James.

What's an asshole?

- Uh, I'll explain another time.

- Ah.

Oh.

So,

is he an ass or the hole of an ass?

(light music)

(children chattering)

- Hey!

(ominous music)

- So everyone,

how do we determine

what makes someone bad? - Bad?

- [Teacher] Each of you have an internal conscience,

like a compass

guiding you towards what you believe is right.

(school bell rings)

(students chattering)

- Just trying to make sure

fucking obliterated to bits.

Hey, let's go, dick weed.

- One second.

I can't take you in there.

Just stay here and don't mess anything up.

- James, are you talking to your bag?

- Coming.

Yeah, it's gonna be out.

- Strange. - Have his arm ripped off.

(students chattering)

(mysterious music)

- Up, down.

Up, down.

Don't worry, James.

I won't let anyone see me.

Best friend handshake, yeah.

(energetic music)

(footsteps thumping)

(woman screams)

(Pinocchio gasps)

(metal clangs)

(Pinocchio gasps)

Oh no.

Are you okay?

(ominous music)

Oh my God. Watch out.

(metal clangs) (woman screams)

(Pinocchio gasps)

(woman screams)

(Pinocchio gasps)

Jesus. I've gotta go.

Promise you won't tell anyone about me.

(playful music)

What are they for?

- Ages ago we used to play pretend superheroes.

Dudley wanted to be that guy.

This one, ugly one is Dudley.

- Wow, that looks just like him.

- Yeah, I know.

It means I could just stop him and he's-

(door rumbling) Shit.

Don't move. - Okay.

- Yo, bro, you've been very hard to find today.

Playing with your little dolls again?

- They aren't dolls.

- He's gotten himself a bigger one, hasn't he?

(laughs) Yeah.

Hey, hey.

- No, no, no.

(both laughing)

- Get off me!

- Your granddad's rich as fuck anyway,

with all that old money.

Think of this as tax.

- No wonder Mia dumped you.

- Oh. (laughs)

- Listen, the only reason why she likes you,

because you are an even bigger loser

than your dead ass friend.

- Oh!

(spit splatters)

(James grunting)

- Hold him while I fuck this whole shit up.

- What the fuck are you doing?

No!

God, I fucking hate you!

I fucking hate you!

Don't touch him! Get off me!

(suspenseful music)

- You tell anyone about this, dickhead,

I'll kill you.

- What the fuck, Trey?

- The kid started it.

- Hey, you need to fucking leave.

All of you!

James.

They're pretty bad guys, right?

- The worst.

I wish they were all dead.

Thanks Mia.

- Come here.

(solemn piano music)

Hey, who's this little fella?

- Oh, that's Pinocchio.

He's special.

- Well, how about I go find Dudley and you can show us?

- [James] What do you mean you went to the gym?

- Apparently it has to be in this secret area.

- James, what? Whoa!

What is that?

Oh, your granddad's made a proper freaky one this time.

Oh, look at that nose.

- Okay guys, there is something wanted to show you.

Promise it stays between us.

- Yeah, sure. Promise.

- [Mia] Yeah, sure.

- Pinocchio, it's okay. They can see.

Pinocchio.

- No fucking way!

Okay, this is officially the coolest

and creepiest thing I've ever seen.

How's he doing that?

- Uh...

- Come on, man. What is it?

- Is this some like, AI thing, James?

- Yeah, exactly.

Uh, the wires are hidden in the brain chip in his head.

- Brain chip?

- The CPU or whatever.

No matter what,

my granddad can never ever find out I have him.

It cost like, one million pounds.

(timer beeping)

Crap. Sorry guys, gotta go.

I'm late for my dentist. - Mate, mate.

Mate, this ain't over!

I'm coming straight 'round after!

- It's really gonna hurt, isn't it?

Can we use some of that, um?

Can we use some of that stuff to put me to sleep?

- We can't.

Just be brave, alright?

- Are you sure?

- It'll be over before you know it

and you'll have perfect teeth just like mine.

Come on. Open wide.

All done.

- Ah. - That will really help.

Shouldn't feel anything now.

(light squeaking)

(James groaning)

(tools buzzing)

(tooth rattles)

- [Driver] So, how are you feeling James?

- Ah, it hurts like hell.

- [Driver] Ah, you'll be fine by tomorrow.

- Are you okay?

(ominous music)

(glass shatters) (metal clanging)

Help me! Ah!

(car alarm beeping)

Oh no.

James?

(telephone ringing)

- Hello, hello?

- [Caller] Is this the Geppetto residence?

- Who's this?

- [Caller] I'm calling from St. Mary's Hospital.

Your grandchild's been in an accident.

(distant siren wailing)

- You've got a visitor.

How's he getting on?

- Yeah, no, he's fine.

Just superficial wounds.

But he does have signs of mild concussion.

But I think with a little bit of sleep he'll be okay.

- [Nurse] What happened?

- Drunk driver.

And the same one as last year.

That reminds me, I need to go and check on him

'cause he's in pretty bad shape.

Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

(solemn piano music)

Oh James, please don't die.

You're my best friend.

And best friends,

best friends,

best friends protect each other.

Yeah.

- You're just seeing things, Larry.

It's all in your head.

(playful music)

- [Pinocchio] Dr. Robin, there you are.

(doors bang)

(Pinocchio gasps)

Whoo!

(mysterious music)

(gurney clanging)

(suspenseful music)

Oh no.

(metal clanging)

Fuckity fuck.

(suspenseful music)

(bucket clatters)

Ew.

(Pinocchio breathing heavily)

Where have you gone?

- [Doctor] The paralysis is temporary, so try not to worry.

I'm gonna get something for the pain.

(suspenseful music)

Found you.

There you are.

(monitor beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(Pinocchio humming)

(ominous music)

(mysterious music)

(monitor beeping quickly)

(dramatic music)

- Hello.

You're the bad man.

You're pure evil.

It's all your fault.

James is my friend.

He's my best friend.

I'm going to take care of him.

So I need to make to you dead.

- No, no.

- Silence will get you nowhere.

The herd will protect one another, bad man.

- Oh!

- And your reign of terror is over.

- Oh, ah!

- You deserve to be made dead.

- Ah! (ominous music)

- So Mr. Drunk, off to hell you go!

(grunts) Take this!

This is what happens to bad people!

This is for James!

(patient screaming) (Pinocchio laughing)

This is for James!

(blood squelching)

(Pinocchio laughing)

Like it's raining.

♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪

♪ Come again another day ♪

The world won't miss someone like you.

(dramatic music)

(patient screaming) Stop complaining.

Why won't you just die?

(suspenseful music)

(patient shouting)

(Pinocchio gasps)

Organs and stuff.

(haunting music)

Bilology.

I can use this.

I'm going to be a real boy.

I'm going to be just like James.

It's cool.

You have so much of this stuff.

Yes, yes! This so fun! (laughs)

So much of this stuff.

(laughs) Wow.

(ominous music)

(Pinocchio laughing)

James is safe.

Your reign of terror is over.

For James!

(Pinocchio laughs)

(mysterious music)

(water splashing)

(playful music)

(Pinocchio whistling)

(Pinocchio gasps)

(clipboard clatters)

Uh-oh.

(mysterious music)

- It was right after the dentist.

- He just came out of nowhere?

- [James] Yeah.

(mysterious music)

(door creaking)

(James coughing)

(dramatic music)

Oh!

- I'll call the nurse.

- No, no, no. (clears throat)

It seems to have calmed down now.

- [Geppetto] Are you sure?

- (coughs) Yeah, I should be fine.

- You alright, James?

We got your scans back and you are good to go.

- Already? - Yeah.

No, he's absolutely fine.

Just lots of rest. Okay?

- Thanks.

- Let's get you home, kiddo.

I'll grab your bag.

- Wait, wait, I'll grab my bag.

- Okay.

You're being very strange.

(mysterious music)

(woman sobbing)

- Oh, did you see him?

(woman sobbing)

- But he was bad.

- Look who's come to see you.

- James, your granddad told us.

- James!

- All right, kiddos.

I'm heading out to get pizzas in a bit.

So no filling up on crap.

- Thanks Granddad.

- Yeah, your AI thing. - Oh shit!

Let's go start that thing!

- Reckon you could be a bit louder, Dudley?

Remember, secret.

- Ugh! What kind of AI doll leaks shit?

- I'm always on.

- Are you leaking? - They're my organs.

They're making me real.

- Ugh! What the hell?

James, mate, why is it leaking?

Ugh.

- I'll explain later, just,

just get it back before Granddad returns.

- James. - Come on, Dudley.

Come on.

Dudley, quick.

Bring him over.

(suspenseful music)

Come on, man.

(suspenseful music)

- I need to stay and protect you.

- You can't.

Granddad can't know.

This is our secret, remember?

- But you're in danger.

(ominous music)

- James, what's all this?

(James speaks faintly) - Yes, Lord James.

- Let go of me!

Filthy boy! Don't you dare!

(both shouting)

I wanna go home! Ah!

- No, Pinocchio, stop!

(Pinocchio shouting)

- Dudley one, Pinocchio nil.

- James, please.

- I'm sorry.

When Granddad's gone, I'll come back.

Promise.

(inhaler whooshes)

(suspenseful music)

- Hurry up, come on. - Coming.

- Oh, we can play the synchronized protector.

- Everything all right?

- I'll find you in a minute.

Uh, sick.

- You feel sick?

- No, like a good sick.

Like I feel good. Yeah.

- Right.

You remember what we spoke about, right?

- Yeah.

I know, Granddad.

- Alright, kiddo.

Take it easy on yourself.

- Yeah.

(ominous music)

- [Pinocchio] Stupid bloody rope! Ah!

(Pinocchio's body thuds)

- Oh, there you are, little splinter.

Come closer.

Tell your old Wood Mother what rots you.

- They're hiding me because I'm different, but,

but James is in danger.

- Danger? That child?

From who?

- Lots of bad people.

One almost killed him.

So, so I had to make him dead.

- My clever, clever boy.

Protecting your brother.

That is real love.

- Was that bad?

- Bad? Killing him?

Of course not.

You were just protecting him.

And that was only the beginning.

You know what to do with the other bad people now.

Yes?

- Get rid of them too?

- Precisely!

One by one

until they're all gone.

Then James will be safe.

And remember,

if you want to be truly real,

take what they have.

Piece by piece (cellphone ringing)

to make yourself whole.

(dramatic music)

- [Pinocchio] Woo-hoo!

Whoa!

(Pinocchio groans)

- Yes, in here.

This will work.

- And why are we in this dusty old place?

- Because I think Geppetto is hiding something

and I want to know what's on these tapes.

(film projector whirring)

- I was right.

My belief that the soul, life, energy,

whatever you want to call it,

does indeed remain after death and can be harnessed.

This could lead to a kind of rebirth that allows us to,

to cheat death.

I heard this strange wailing,

but just come, watch.

(dramatic music)

- What is that?

- After shaping it into moving forward,

it's progressing faster

and with help will gain motor function.

It's learning incredibly fast.

(ominous music)

My work has taken a turn.

The subject is dangerous.

Born evil.

It's developed an obsession to be human

and escape these walls.

I need to reset.

(puppet muffled screaming)

(gunshot blasts)

- James, did you know about any of this?

- Why can't it just make noise?

Why does it gotta make you shit?

Look at that.

- Yeah, play this one.

It was two days ago.

(inhaler whooshes)

(suspenseful music)

- So far no experiment has recalled

one memory from its prior life,

till then I can't be confident

it is indeed a form of rebirth.

My next experiment, Pinocchio,

will be exposed to external stimuli

to help evoke those memories.

Tonight he meets my grandson.

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

- Now where are you?

(ominous music)

Oh, get off! What the hell?

(Pinocchio groans)

Who are you?

- Name's Cricket.

Your Wood Mother sent me

to keep you on the right path and obey the grownups.

- [Pinocchio] To help James?

- That's right.

The world's full of rot you need to stop,

like whoever is in that room.

- [Pinocchio] Oh my God.

- And remember, piece by piece,

we'll take what's left.

Everything you need to be real.

- [Pinocchio] Thanks Cricket.

Let's do this

for James.

- Let's make that bitch choke.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

Look.

She's collecting them.

(Pinocchio gasps)

- That horrible woman.

(footsteps pattering)

(ominous music)

(chair creaking)

(dramatic music) (Pinocchio shouting)

(dentist muffled screaming)

Open wide.

(dramatic music) (both grunting)

- [Cricket] Take this! (grunts)

- Nasty tooth pulling bitch!

(Pinocchio shouts)

(ominous music)

You won't hurt James again.

For James.

(dramatic music)

(dentist whimpering)

I saw what you did to James.

You can't hide behind those masks any longer.

(dentist whimpering)

(mysterious music)

This will help.

You shouldn't feel a thing.

(Pinocchio shouts)

(dramatic music)

(dentist whimpering)

- Yeah, smash that grin off her shitty face.

Make sure she says cheese.

- Thanks Cricket.

Just be brave.

It'll be over before you know it.

Never hurt James again, you horrible lady!

(Pinocchio shouts)

(dentist screaming)

(Pinocchio shouting)

(dentist whimpering)

- Good lad.

Now let's give you a smile.

(dentist shouting)

- Shh, these are mine now.

(ominous music)

(Pinocchio laughing)

Hey, now I have the perfect smile,

just like you.

(ominous music)

(Pinocchio laughing)

James.

I can't wait to show James. (laughs)

- [James] Pinocchio?

- Oh my God.

I bet that creepy ass thing's in this room somewhere.

- Why didn't you tell us, James?

- [Dudley] You said it was a robot.

(Dudley wheezing) (inhaler whooshes)

- Oh no, he's missing.

Call, call my phone.

- What? Why? - Quick, just do it.

(cellphone ringing)

Pinocchio?

- James!

- Does he have teeth?

- [James] What are you doing?

- I'm stopping all the bad people!

- You're stopping them how?

- Everyone keeps hurting you, so I have to protect you.

Look.

- Holy fuck!

- No, no, no, Pinocchio.

That's not what I meant.

- Oh. - What?

- Oh, he's muted now.

No more. No more.

No more. No more.

- More?

Oh, kill more!

- Oh fuck. - Oh my God.

- [Mia] Good job, Dudley.

- Wait, come back! I need to kill you!

- No, Pinocchio, stop. - Come back!

Come back here with that lady!

- Pinocchio, that's not- - Come on, guys.

We've gotta go stop him.

That's the church behind my dentist.

- James? Mia?

(mysterious music)

(door creaking)

Shit!

Pinocchio!

Pinocchio!

(dramatic music)

- Found you, asshole.

- James, answer your phone now!

Where have you taken him?

(water splashes)

- One day you're gonna have to come around,

you know what I'm saying?

- No, stop it.

- Stop being so lame, come on.

- (scoffs) Annoying.

- Yo. - Asshole.

- Wait, wait!

- [Pinocchio] Nasty boy.

(ominous music)

(muffled techno music)

- Logan!

It's too cold.

Logan!

(Logan humming)

(mysterious music)

(air whooshing)

(Georgia screaming)

(Pinocchio shouting)

(Georgia gasping)

(dramatic music)

- [Pinocchio] Oh no, you don't!

(ominous music) (bones crack)

(heart beating) (Georgia screaming)

(ominous music)

- Swim, swim, swim, little guppy. (laughs)

(dramatic music)

- I didn't know they keep whales in here.

Here I come, naughty girl!

Swim, swim, stupid lady.

(Pinocchio laughing) (ominous music)

I'll fucking kill you, bitch!

(Georgia muffled screaming)

This nasty bully.

Cricket! Cricket, where are you?

Ah!

- [Cricket] I'm coming. I'm coming.

I'm three inches tall.

Cut me some slack. - Stop squiggling!

I need to send you to hell!

- Pay attention, Pinocch.

Time for a science lesson.

(haunting music)

Zap, zap, motherfucker! (laughs)

(electricity zapping)

(Pinocchio and Cricket laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled techno music)

(Pinocchio coughing)

- Hi Logan.

(Logan screaming)

(dramatic music)

Come on, you know it's me.

(Logan screaming)

- The eyes. The eyes.

Not the tongue.

The eyes are what you need.

- Give me that!

(eyeball squelches) Yeah!

- Pop 'em in, kid.

One more step to being just like James.

- Teeth.

Eyes.

Lots of things.

(suspenseful music)

- Pinocchio?

Where the hell is he?

Oh fuck!

(Dudley retches)

Oh, fucking hell.

- Mia, call the police.

- And tell them what, Dudley?

That a homicidal doll is on the loose?

- He's not a homicidal doll, okay?

He's just, he's trying to protect me.

- Sure, James.

- He, he's a killer.

I mean, look, he's literally killing.

He's literally killing.

(Dudley retches)

- James. - It's all my,

it's all my fault!

- James, is there anyone that you can think of

that he might target next?

- Oh fuck! Oh shit!

Trey!

- Trey? Dudley!

(mysterious music)

(window squeaking)

(ominous music)

(water splashing) (door creaking)

- [Pinocchio] Ooh la la.

(mysterious music)

(gasps) She cut her penis off.

What the hell?

(ominous music)

- Wait, what?

She's getting dressed already?

Let me show you how it's done, Pinocch.

Let's go, you dirty bitch.

(ominous music)

You stupid skank.

Give me that!

(ominous music) (Amanda screaming)

- [Pinocchio] What are you doing?

- [Cricket] This hair, it's gonna make you real!

(blood squelches) (ominous music)

That hair isn't yours to keep.

(Amanda screaming)

- [Pinocchio] Oh, oh! My nose!

Get off it! Please get off my nose!

Get off it now! Get off it!

Ow! Ow!

(Pinocchio's body thuds) (ominous music)

Come back!

- Come on, kid.

Real boys don't quit.

- [Pinocchio] Come back!

(Amanda screaming)

- Amanda?

(Amanda screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Amanda screaming)

(Pinocchio grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Amanda screaming)

- [Pinocchio] This is my hair!

(Amanda screaming)

Stop screaming!

It's mine! - What the fuck?

(Amanda screaming) - It's mine!

(dramatic music)

(Pinocchio's body thuds)

(ominous music)

(scalp squelches)

- Oh.

No, you? You're James' fucking doll.

- Yeah, 'tis me.

- No! Fuck this!

(Pinocchio grunts)

(Trey shouting)

(Pinocchio laughing)

- Look at me. It's real.

- No, get the fuck away from me.

- I'm not a doll, Trey.

(Pinocchio shouts)

And I'm not a puppet.

- Oh fuck!

- You won't take dreams away from me.

- Help!

(Trey muttering)

- You can't hurt James anymore.

It's too late to lie now.

(ominous music)

You're my best friend.

(ominous music)

You're such a nice guy.

I don't want to kill you.

(blood squelching)

- Cricket, one.

Bald skank, zero.

(playful music)

(car rumbling)

- We're at least 10 minutes away.

What if he?

- Oh shit!

Oh, shit, shit, shit.

Your crazy granddad's calling, James.

- Dudley, what the hell?

Why'd you answer?

- [Geppetto] Hey.

- Hey, hey Granddad. - Where are you?

- Yeah, we just,

we just had to stop off at Mia's really quick.

Oh, we just had to-

- Mia! Mia!

Left! Left!

Trey's is that way.

- [Mia] I know where my ex-boyfriend lives.

- Dudley!

- Gimme the phone. Go.

I know what to do.

Yeah, so. - You hung up?

- Yeah, now he's definitely not gonna suspect anything.

Is he?

(suspenseful music) (cellphone thuds)

- [Geppetto] Little shit.

(mysterious music)

(door creaks)

(footsteps thudding)

(Pinocchio breathing)

- I remember when you were just a little splinter.

Now, beautiful.

Complete.

Finally

a real boy.

(ominous music)

One hell of a glow up, kid.

- I'm gorgeous.

(jaunty big band music)

♪ Oh, you beautiful doll ♪

♪ You great big beautiful doll ♪

♪ Let me put my arms around you ♪

♪ I could never live without you ♪

♪ Oh, you beautiful doll ♪

♪ You great big beautiful doll ♪

♪ If you ever leave me how my heart will ache ♪

♪ I wanna hug you, but I need a break ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- Hmm, what do you think?

This hat suit me, Pinocch?

(jaunty big band music)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(insects buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(blood squelching)

- [Pinocchio] Look, Father, I made a puppet too.

(ominous music)

- Is that your granddad's car?

- [Dudley] Oh yeah. There he goes.

- James. - Off to wreck more lives.

- Pinocchio.

Quick, Mia. Go after him.

- [Dudley] They're both killers.

(tires screeching)

Oh!

(suspenseful music)

(Pinocchio's body thudding) (Pinocchio shouting)

- They were going to hurt James.

(footsteps thudding)

But why? (door slams shut)

(Wood Mother laughing)

Why, that nasty, lying bitch.

You lied to me.

Why did you lie to me?

- Messed up, haven't you, little splinter?

- This is all your fault.

- You carved this path yourself.

- You got me to do those bad things.

I'm not gonna let you trick me anymore.

- Greedy.

Dissatisfied with what you are.

I should be where you are!

Look at me when I'm speaking!

- You've made everyone hate me.

- Because you're bad, Pinocchio.

Bad as the ones you butchered.

- We raised you to be a good boy, Pinocch.

- Oh, get off me, Cricket! (groans)

There you are!

(Pinocchio shouting)

- Don't you dare! (mallet thuds)

- Leave him alone!

- No! You dumb bitch!

(dramatic music)

Nasty Wood Mother!

I'll teach you, you stupid asshole!

Wrinkly shit!

(Wood Mother shouting)

(mallet thudding) (Pinocchio yelling)

(Wood Mother gasping)

(Pinocchio breathing heavily)

(water dripping)

- There's something I need to show you.

You want to be real because of your past.

Come with me.

(door creaks)

- [Pinocchio] What is this place?

- [Geppetto] It's where you were created.

(switch clangs) (electricity zaps)

- [Pinocchio] Oh my God.

(mysterious music)

(ominous music)

- It feeds through the roots,

growing as it siphons their life force

infusing itself into the wood.

The same wood I then harvest.

That's right.

(dramatic music)

(mallet thudding) (wood splintering)

You are the mere existence.

When their life ended, yours began.

(ominous music)

- Where did they come from?

(ominous music)

(crow cawing)

(footsteps thudding)

(ominous music)

- Once I realized I could harvest it, I began to study them.

Trying to understand how they worked,

trying to perfect the process.

There were many failures.

- [Pinocchio] It's moving.

- One of which was particularly dangerous.

(puppet growling)

So I had to keep it locked away.

(puppet growling) (ominous music)

But then you came along,

my perfect creation.

You had so much potential.

- Potential?

For what?

- To prove that I was right.

That we could be reborn.

That we can master death.

But ultimately you're as much a failure as the rest of them.

- Oh.

- [Dudley] Your granddad is a killer, James.

What could we do against a killer?

- You're absolutely sure? - Yes.

You saw what he did to that other doll.

He doesn't deserve to die, okay?

- James, like, maybe it's better if he does.

- I agree. Dudley's right.

- He was doing it to protect me!

- [Dudley] But your granddad is a murderer, James.

- Whatever, stay here then. - Stop.

Not listening at all, are you?

(mysterious music)

- It's strange.

Both of us wanting to be like each other.

- Who did I come from?

- A young boy.

A dear friend of James'.

- (gasps) Zach?

- Pinocchio came from

Zach?

- What the hell?

- I'd hoped Zach and James' friendship

would show that death isn't the end.

- That's it.

This is just getting worse and worse.

I'm getting out of this place.

Your granddad is an absolute freak.

- But I don't want to die.

- Your death is what's best for James.

- No.

(dramatic music)

- [Dudley] He's gone mental and he has to die.

- [Geppetto] Fucking kid.

- I, I can't listen to him.

We need to save him.

(suspenseful music)

- James, help me please!

- Pinocchio?

- James, Mia, Father's gone crazy.

- I know. I don't want you to die.

Okay? You're in danger.

(suspenseful music)

- James! Mia!

Help me!

(gunshot blasts)

(Mia screams) - Oh!

- Oh fuck!

(both gasping)

(ominous music)

- You bitch.

(vomit bubbles)

(gunshot blasts)

- Dudley, no!

(dramatic music)

- [Mia] He locked the door.

- Untie me quick. - Now!

- I know somewhere we can hide.

- No, no, no, no. - Down there.

- We have to go. Now. - James!

They have to die!

- Wait for me! - I have no choice.

(dramatic music)

- [Pinocchio] Guys! Guys!

(dramatic music) (thunder rumbling)

(mysterious music)

(lock clicking)

(ax thwacks) (Mia screams)

(dramatic music)

(ax thwacking)

- Hide! Come on!

(ax thwacking) (dramatic music)

- You killed Dudley! I fucking hate you!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's okay. I can bring Dudley back, boy.

I can bring Dudley back and I'll bring Mia back too.

James, James, this was all for you, boy.

- No it wasn't. No it wasn't.

No it wasn't. No it wasn't.

- You disobeyed me, James.

Do you think those friends wouldn't say anything?

They're children!

(ominous music) (thunder rumbling)

- You're a monster!

(Geppetto breathing heavily)

- Let me in.

Let me in, James.

- No. - Let me in.

- No! I fucking hate you!

- Let me in!

Open the fucking door!

(Geppetto shouting)

Now you're ruining everything!

Get out of the way, boy.

Get away from the fucking door, kid!

(dramatic music) (door banging)

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

Mia!

(water splashing)

(ax scraping)

Mia!

(puppet creaking)

Come out.

Come out.

Come on, boys and girls.

(Pinocchio gasping)

(rain pattering)

I'm on the cusp of something great.

Something bigger than you both.

(ax scraping)

You know I can't let you win.

No way.

Dr. Gammon showed me how to bring you all back.

(ax scraping)

(Geppetto laughing)

(dramatic music)

(Mia shouting)

(ax thwacking)

(Geppetto spits)

(dramatic music)

(Mia yells)

You ruined everything.

(punches thudding)

It's time to die.

(punches thudding)

(ominous music)

(Geppetto grunts) (Mia shouts)

(Mia screaming) (ominous music)

You can all be my puppets!

(ominous music)

(thunder rumbles) (Mia screams)

(dramatic music) (Geppetto shouts)

- Leave them alone.

- What the fuck?

- You forget yourself.

I made you.

- I'm not your puppet anymore.

- Yes you are.

Without me you're just a piece of wood.

- No! I'm more than that.

- A puppet needs a master.

And I'm the only one that can make you real.

Make you like James.

- I don't wanna be like James anymore.

I just wanna be me.

- And you're always gonna be hollow inside.

Incomplete, splintered, and cracked.

- Pinocchio, don't listen.

- You, you can't control me anymore.

- I gave you life!

I'm not only your father, Pinocchio,

I'm your God!

And your God 'til I fucking die!

- Fuck you!

(dramatic music)

- Goodbye.

God.

(gunshot blasts) (dramatic music)

(James gasping)

(cage door creaking)

(dramatic music) (Geppetto screams)

- Holy fuck. - Whoa!

- Holy fuck. - Ah!

(dramatic music) (Geppetto's body thuds)

(ominous music) (puppet growling)

(sparks hissing)

(dramatic music)

- James, we need to go. - Come on!

(dramatic music)

(flames crackling)

(solemn music)

- James, are we still friends?

(gentle piano music)

Am I bad?

- You were just confused.

Just don't do it again, okay?

- I'm such a rascal, aren't I?

(Mia laughs)

- Yeah, besides, I mean they were all assholes anyway.

Oh, except my dentist.

I'm gonna need a new dentist.

(Mia laughs)

- I'll get them too.

(James and Mia laughing)

You won't tell people about me, will you?

- No lie.

- [Pinocchio] Good. Me too.

(distant siren wailing)

(Pinocchio giggles) (mysterious music)

- Come on. Let's go.

- I'll catch up.

(sighs) Goodbye Father.

You made me. You can't control me anymore.

James is mine.

(flames roaring)

(Wood Mother screaming)

- [Wood Mother] You Pinocchio!

(mysterious music)

- I didn't enjoy having to kill them people, you know.

(mysterious music)

(Cricket coughing)

- That, that bloody kid.

I might be small, but I have big plans for this one.

From roots come resurrection.

I'll bring you back, my master.

(dramatic music)

- This is behind the scenes.

And action.

Go on, go on, go on.

Oh! (crew members chattering)

And roll camera.

- What's this?

(crew members laughing)

- High five? - High five.

- Yeah. - How's she doing?

- It's Kelly's stunt double.

(crew members laughing)

(bright music)

Yep.

And action on the coffin.

(Wood Mother coughing)

Action!

Roll sound.

- Open your mouth. - Action.

Okay, camera set.

Here we go. - It's taping too fast.

(crew members chattering)

In three, two, one, bang!

(playful music) (crew members chattering)

And sparks.

What you doing today, Vince?

- Well, just a whole- - Relax.

- Yeah, I think that's great, guys.

Well done. (cart rattling)

(light piano music) - Yeah, as you go in,

you then bring the foot.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- [Crew Member] Maybe could someone hold the head?

Would that help? I don't know.

- I think you see the head. (crew members laughing)

- Hang on, wait a minute. - Look at the arm.

- Chopped off.

- Oh fuck, my arm! Help!

(crew members chattering) - Action.

Maybe he's like a spy.

He's looking around.

Like that, pointing it.

And three.

(crew members chattering)

- Good luck. - I'm done.

(playful music)

- So you okay? Ready? - Okay.

Okay, drop.

Professional film crew.

(puppeteer laughs)