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(CICADAS BUZZING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE CONTINUES)

(IDYLLIC MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(GRUNTS)

MYLES: Single ties it!

Swing for the fences, Moog! Let's go!

TERRY: Come on, Tyler! You got this!

Play's to first, second, or third!

MYLES: Let's go, Moog!

(CROWD CHEERING, BOOING)

Look alive, Jarhead! It's Moog! He's gonna whiff anyway!

MYLES: Let's go, Moog!

Strike one! (WHISTLES)

Let's go, Moog! Let's go, Moog!

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

CHILD: Ice cream! Ice cream! Let's get some.

Yeah, let's go!

Big swing, Moog. Just pretend it's a cheeseburger, okay?

Or your mom's ass,

'cause I'm about to spank this bitch.

Hey! Knock it off, Hank. You too, Brett.

Okay, Allen. By the way,

you really nailed that Glengarry monologue.

One more word, and I walk him.

Seriously, I follow your IG. You got chops.

What the hell are you two even talking about?

MYLES: Big swing Moog! A set of steak knives.

Finish him, Tyler!

MYLES: And strike two!

Stop swinging at the garbage, Moog!

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Ready?

BOTH: Mm. (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(SOUND DISTORTING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BAT CLATTERING)

ELLIOT: Jarhead!

(GROANS) Fuck! (CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)

UMPIRE: Safe! (LAND SHARK PLAYERS CHEER)

Safe! Safe!

Safe!

(LAND SHARK PLAYERS CONTINUE CHEERING)

(CHANTING) Moog! Moog! Moog! Moog! Moog! Moog!

(JARED SIGHS) What are you doing?

I think my arm's broken. Let me see.

Ow! What the fuck?

Now, it's broken.

JARED: You!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Okay, boys!

Ice cream on me! Let's go! (LAND SHARK PLAYERS CHEER)

Hey. Hey. Uh, were you serious

about the Glengarry monologue?

No. Actually, you're great, better than Alec Baldwin.

(CHUCKLES) Awesome.

Good game, son. HANK: We fuckin' sucked, Dad.

Language, Hank! HANK: Whatever.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JARED: You think it's kind of weird

is getting all the kids ice cream?

Smart business strategy.

Sucks you didn't catch that fly out there, Jared.

Hey, at least there's no more games

for you to fuck up this season. (CAN CLATTERING)

Hank! What the hell you doin'? Nothing. He dropped it.

Apologize.

Way to battle.

Thanks. Ow! (KNUCKLES CRUNCHING)

(WHISPERING) You're fuckin' dead. TERRY: Hey!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

What are you doin'? HANK: But Dad, he's a fuckin' dork.

He'll get over it.

By punching you in the face?

(IDYLLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Daddy, look what Dawn made me.

Oh, my. Look how beautiful that is.

Here you go, honey. Here you go, sweetie.

What's up with these names? "Locust Lick. Serpent Swirl."

I mean, what's a "Froggy's Swamp Pop?"

They sound gross.

They don't look gross.

HANK: Mm. Let me try.

Excuse me. That's not yours. Apologize.

I'm so sorry

that your son's a fucking pussy! (KIDS SHOUT, LAUGH)

(CHOMPS)

(SIGHS) Forget him, Benji-by.

He'll get what's coming to him. Bullies always do.

Oh! Why, thank you!

Aren't you sweet? (CHUCKLES)

(MUNCHES)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS) (METAL CREAKING)

(METAL CREAKS)

(MUSIC DISTORTS, FADES)

(METAL CREAKS) (EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

To Jarhead,

the greatest player to have on the other team.

(LAND SHARK PLAYERS CHEER) You earned it, bud.

(LAND SHARK PLAYERS APPLAUD)

I don't know what to say.

Fuck it. I accept my ice cream with pride! (KIDS CHEERING)

What are you doing?

Enjoying my trophy?

Do you wanna barf all night? Come on.

Hey, Lizzie. Wanna hang out with us later?

MOOG: I'm free too, Lizzie. Uh, there's room on my bike.

Hank, she's out of your league. Come on.

ELLIOT: Bye, Lizzie! HANK: Bye, Lizzie!

PLAYERS: Bye, Lizzie!

What were you thinking?

I was just seeing if I'm still lactose intolerant.

You know, I think Mom and Dad made it up.

Yeah, right. I have to live with your lactose farts.

Fair. How is it?

It's good. How was the game?

About as good as my farts. (LIZZIE CHUCKLES)

(INSECTS CHITTERING)

ROGER: Big plans for the summer?

LIZZIE: Right now, just the beach.

Maybe guarding again.

My parents, they want me to intern at their law firm.

I don't wanna spend my summer indoors.

Sounds like your parents. Want this on their account?

Uh, no. My mom gave me cash. (DOORBELL JINGLING)

Well, please be sure to say hi--

(COIN CLANGING) Goddamn it!

(BOYS LAUGH)

There's no more goddamn bell!

Hasn't been a goddamn bell for three years!

Only put the damn thing up there

'cause I thought it would be fun!

You hit the bell, you get a gumball!

But you little punks take shots at it

like it's goddamn Anzio beach,

and I'm breaking my back picking up pennies all day!

Well, guess what? There's no more bell!

Now, get the hell out of here! (BOYS LAUGH)

(DOORBELL JINGLING)

How about you, Jared? Any big plans?

(DOORBELL JINGLING) Uh, yeah--

J Money's workin' for me.

Kid's gonna make a killin', buy a Ferrari!

Why would I mow lawns for you instead of going to camp?

You're gonna need that cash in high school.

Chicks are expensive.

Trust me. I know. (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

What are you talking about?

I practically went bankrupt dating your sorry ass.

Ah. That was before I was an entrepreneur.

You mean before you bought a lawnmower.

Correct. Speaking of, Roger,

I need some motor oil for the Green Machine.

And by green, I mean because it spits out cash.

ROGER: Sure thing. Thanks, Roger.

Say hi to your folks for me.

Sure. I'll say hi to them.

JARED: Roger.

Brrr. Uh, dude, dude.

What's with your sister? (DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

She used to laugh at all my jokes.

Well, if you want to get her back,

don't try to be cool. Just try to be a human.

Kid's not wrong.

CHRIS: Dude, you put the bell back? (DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

(COIN CLANGING) (GROANS)

("THE ICE CREAM SONG" PLAYING OVER CELL PHONE)

♪ Ring ding ding Ringa ding dong... ♪

Like, why would you ever set up a bell

for kids to throw pennies at?

I made 57 cents today,

and it only cost me three pieces of gum.

He's a psycho.

He probably has dead bodies in his basement.

Tie your shoe. JARED: I did.

It's these laces. They're so annoying.

(DOORBELL JINGLING)

Hey. Did you get it?

Get what?

I'll meet you at the car.

Are you getting weed? Oh, my God. Go.

I want some. LIZZIE: Go!

SKYE: Bye, Jared!

♪ ...It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringa ding ding Ring ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song... ♪ (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

JARED: Hey. ELLIOT: (OVER CELL PHONE) Hi.

Do you have any fireworks left?

Uh, yeah, maybe a couple JJs and--

Cool. Bring them. I wanna film--

(STATIC) ♪ Ringa ding ding ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong Ring ding dong ♪

♪ It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringa ding ding Ring ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song... ♪

(KIDS CHEERING OVER CELL PHONE) (EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ...Ringa ding ding Ring ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song... ♪

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLES)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SERENE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi. ELDERLY NEIGHBOR: Hi.

(DOORBELL RINGING) (MUSIC FADES)

(INSECTS CHITTERING)

JARED: Hi, Mrs. Henderson.

Hi, Jared. Um, Elliot's not feeling well.

Oh. We were just texting.

MRS. HENDERSON: Came on pretty suddenly.

It's probably just heatstroke from the game.

But he's upstairs lying down.

Well, tell him to text me later

if he's better and wants to hang out.

I will. Oh, uh, tell your mom Saturday's perfect.

Okay. Thanks, Mrs. Henderson. No problem.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on, Sebastian.

Where's your butt buddy, Smelliot?

He's coming out soon, with his bat.

SEBASTIAN: Bullshit.

(HUFFS) Can you just give me back my bike?

Your bike? I think this is maybe my bike now.

Really? Because if you steal it, my dad will sue you.

(BICYCLE RATTLES) What a pussy response.

Why don't you come fight me for it?

Because it's already mine.

Jared, is everything okay?

SEBASTIAN: Yeah. We were just joking around.

Oh, yeah. Sebastian here is always joking.

Okay.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(BICYCLE RATTLING)

I can take this anytime I want.

Well, this is gonna be a great summer.

(IDYLLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MIA RETCHES)

(MUSIC FADES)

What do you do? Isn't it boring at the beach day after day?

No, I mean, like, we just tan, hang out with friends. (CUTLERY CLINKING)

Like, it's fun. Skye brings a speaker, so.

Like, she brought Tony Robbins to the beach?

Who? MARTY: (LAUGHING) Like a speaker.

(ALL LAUGH) Hello?

Like, someone to speak. That's exactly what she means.

What about James Carville? Who's that?

Literally what I was thinking. MARTY: No. He was a speaker.

She brought Mitt Romney to the beach? What?

Sounds amazing. No, it's so fun. (OVERLAPPING CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

MARTY: What I wanna know is,

what's gonna get you into an Ivy League school,

lifeguarding or interning at a good law firm?

My 4.0? Summer's for fucking off with your friends.

You don't have any friends.

(LAUGHS MIRTHLESSLY)

I think what your father is trying to say

is that your summer needs some structure,

some sort of plan. I have a plan.

I go out. I sleep in. I tan. Repeat.

Wow. Look at her. She's a lawyer already.

I mean, who needs law school? Case closed.

Just because Grandpa was and you guys are,

it doesn't mean that I have to be one.

Someone has to break the family curse.

You know, if Grandpa was alive,

he could actually argue your case for you.

Actually, if Grandpa was alive, he'd put her in prison

for disobeying her parents. That's right.

LIZZIE: Maybe I'm tired of using my brain.

I wanna monetize my hotness while I'm young.

Start an OnlyFans.

How do you even know what that is? LIZZIE: That is so gross.

Even as a joke.

("RISSELY ROSSELTY" PLAYING OVER CELL PHONE)

♪ ...and baked a soufflé Rissely Rosselty... ♪

(CHUCKLES) What is that Boomer ringtone?

Oh, stop it. You kids used to love this song.

I heard it this morning, and it reminded me

of when you were sweet and doted on your mother.

When I was, like, six. That is just cringe.

Well, it's a mother's job to make her kids cringe.

Mission accomplished.

Did you guys see that weird ice cream man today?

What do you mean, weird?

I don't know. He just, like, kept popping up,

like he was following me or something.

Like, to kidnap you?

I feel sorry for whoever kidnaps Jared.

Elizabeth, please.

I take it back.

You'd make an excellent kidnap victim.

That's not good either, but at least it's positive.

Wait. How was he strange?

It was just the song he was playing, I guess.

I don't know. It was weird.

Well, I didn't see him at the club, so.

LIZZIE: Mom, do you need the car tomorrow?

Actually, I don't. Why?

Everybody's going to White Mountain Park.

What about school?

Oh, it's skip day. Skip day?

Some people call it that, but it's more like a field trip.

Everyone calls it that.

I heard Jesse's brother skipping with all his friends.

He wouldn't shut up about it.

I figured that you might just go and tell them after--

LIZZIE: Jared, shut up. Yeah. That would be ridiculous, right?

Right? Shut up. It's a tradition that the juniors do

the last week of school with the outgoing seniors.

Oh, it's a tradition. It's so funny,

'cause we did not have that tradition

when we went there.

Because we actually went to class.

Right. Right. Right. Yeah. Right. Right.

So, wait. You're telling me that half the school

is cutting tomorrow?

Approximately. Oh.

Then you'll get twice the attention.

LIZZIE: I'm going. To school.

(CHUCKLES) To the waterpark.

Like hell you are.

Finals are over, and school's done on Wednesday.

What's the big deal? Go Thursday.

Well, then it's not ditching.

Come on. It is literally so stupid.

Like, that's the point.

You're supposed to break the rules.

The point of rules is actually to not break them.

That's why they're rules.

Says the criminal defense lawyer.

I defend the wrongly accused.

They haven't committed any crimes.

Sure they haven't.

Look, honey. You can have the car.

But like it or not, you can't go.

Why not?

Because we're going into Boston, and we'll likely stay overnight.

Someone needs to be here for Jared.

No. I'm fine. LIZZIE: I actually can't believe this.

Jared can stay at Elliot's if anything happens,

which it... it won't. Yes.

Look. As much as we trust you both, okay,

we can't leave a child alone, because accidents happen,

and we need an adult nearby,

which in this case happens to be you, honey, okay?

Either way, you're skippin' skip day.

You better find someone to stay with,

or I'm taking you with me. JARED: Oh, no.

(CHAIR SCRAPES) JARED: Please don't take me

to a waterpark filled with girls in bikinis.

LIZZIE: Shut up, Jared. That's no place

for a mischievous preteen! LIZZIE: You're so annoying.

Yeah! Don't take me either! JARED: Yeah!

Take you where?

Uh, take you to school tomorrow.

JARED: I would love to see you go to school

talking about Mint Romney or whoever.

(PARENTS LAUGH HYSTERICALLY)

Mint Romney! Mint. Mint Romney? That's--

Do we have any Mint Romney ice cream for dessert? (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Do we?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING IN DISTANCE) (TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BELL RINGING)

(DOGS HOWLING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE CONTINUES)

(TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Piper?

Honey, what's wrong?

Did you have more ice cream?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

(CHOKES, GRUNTS) (SAW SCRAPES)

(INHALES PAINFULLY)

(BLOOD SPLATTERS)

Fran, you spilled something.

(SAW CONTINUES SCRAPING)

Fran?

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Oh, my God! (SCREAMS)

Oh, God!

Brett! (GROANS PAINFULLY)

(SKULL CRUNCHES) (BLOOD SPLATTERS)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(SNORES SOFTLY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MYLES SCREAMS)

(PAN THUDS LOUDLY)

(DRILL WHIRRS) (SCREAMS)

(KIDS LAUGHING EVILLY)

(BONES CRUNCHING)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE CONTINUES)

(DANIELLA SOBS)

TERRY: Oh, baby, what's wrong?

My necklace, I dropped it.

Oh. We'll get it tomorrow. Let's go back to bed.

But I can't sleep without it. Please, Daddy?

TERRY: Okay.

(METAL CLANGING)

TERRY: Well, okay.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

TERRY: Honey... are you sure?

I can't feel it.

(SWITCH CLICKS ON) (MACHINE GRINDING)

(TERRY SCREAMS)

What the fuck? Is this gasoline?

Cheryl! The kids have gone fucking crazy!

(SCREAMS PAINFULLY)

Cheryl! (SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(POWER TOOL WHIRRING) (STEVE SCREAMING)

MRS. HENDERSON: Steve?

STEVE: (SCREAMING) God!

MRS. HENDERSON: Honey?

I have a gun! I will use it!

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

(SWITCH CLICKS ON) (GARAGE DOOR RATTLES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(BONES SQUELCHING)

Elliot! Elliot, baby, what are--

(SCREAMS) What did you do to daddy?

Jesus fucking Christ!

Elliot, what have you done to Steve?

(SAW WHIRRS)

(MRS. HENDERSON SCREAMS)

Elliot, put that down! (BREATHES SHAKILY)

Elliot! (SAW CONTINUES WHIRRING)

Elliot! That's it! Come to mommy!

You come to mommy right n-- (GASPS)

No! What are you doing?

Put that down! No! No! No!

Elliot! No! No! Baby, no! No! You come to mommy!

I'll rock you to sleep, honey. No! No!

(SCREAMS) (BLOOD SPLATTERING)

("ICE CREAM SONG" PLAYING)

(ELLIOT HUMS)

(YOWLS) ♪ Ring ding ding ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong Ring ding dong ♪

♪ It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringa ding ding Ring ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song... ♪

(CHUCKLES)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Ringa ding ding Ring ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringa ding ding Ring ding... ♪

(DRILL WHIRRING) (KIDS GIGGLING)

♪ ...Let's have fun Let's have fun ♪

♪ It's the ice cream song ♪

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE CONTINUES)

(SCREAMS ECHO IN DISTANCE)

(IDYLLIC MUSIC PLAYING) (BIRDS CHIRPING)

ELDERLY NEIGHBOR: Come on, Claire. Come on.

Good. Good girl.

(GASPS) Oh, my God! (BREATHES SHAKILY)

Oh! Are you okay?

What happened?

Someone hurt my mommy.

Oh! Who?

Me. (EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS, GROANS)

What's up?

The Farbers left their door open.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

MARTY: Probably on their way out.

Well, should I go shut it?

Nah. I'm sure they know.

You know what? I'll text Fran just in case.

What?

Why is there an ice cream truck parked

at 6:30 in the morning outside our house?

ALISON: Who knows?

I heard Lizzie and Skye getting some last night

after her big meltdown about skip day.

Dare I say, he gives me the chills.

Oh, my God. (SNORTS)

I thought we were doing ice cream puns.

(LAUGHING) Yeah.

(SIGHS) Uh, does look a little weird, though.

MARTY: Yeah.

I'm sure he's harmless. ALISON: Mm-hmm.

MARTY: I'll call security, have them do a drive-by.

(CAR DOOR LOCK BEEPING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELPS, GROANS) Watch it!

(GRUNTS) No! No!

(BREATHES HEAVILY, CHOKES)

(MUSIC FADES) (BIRDS CHIRPING)

JARED: Random.

(INTRICATE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(DOG BARKING)

Moog?

(KIDS LAUGH, GRUNT)

JARED: Uh, Moog? (INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

Brett?

(CHUCKLES) Guess you're sick. See you at school.

Maybe.

Fuckin' weirdo.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(KIDS LAUGHING) (OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Is everyone ditching or sick or something?

Are you talking to me?

You feel okay?

Yeah. Random.

Prime real estate today.

Hey, Elliot!

Hey, Elliot!

Elliot?

(WHISPERING) Oh, shit.

Oh, my God. Marcella.

So, I edited the video,

and I thought that we could do a little...

Okay.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Is this some sort of zombie pajama day challenge?

Morning, Mr. Mayfair.

Any sign of your friend Mr. Henderson?

Uh, yeah, I just saw him.

He was sick, so, like, maybe he went to the nurse's?

Yes, the terrible illness we call summer.

Strikes about the end of every school year.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Do you want me to go check?

MR. HAMLIN: Yes, but do come back,

because there's still three days of school left,

which means three more days to learn!

Let's get back to some factor trees, shall we?

Jill? You want to break down 72 into prime numbers?

Guess not.

(TELEPHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)

(MIA SOBS SOFTLY)

Are you okay?

Stop asking me that. What does it look like?

Sorry. It's just...

Is it just me or is something weird going on?

Y'all shouldn't be cutting class.

That's my job.

He seems normal.

Yeah, for Tommy.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

Elliot?

You guys see Elliot?

Guys?

Okay. Uh, is Elliot in there?

Um. (MELISSA SCREAMING)

What the fuck!

(MELISSA SOBBING) Oh, no.

(SOBS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, we got a test or something?

Mr. B, you can't do us like that last week of school.

Well, at least now I know it's not a joke.

What joke? MR. BROWNING: Ask your friends.

Someone told them it's Silent Day,

or some new holiday they invented.

'Sup?

Greg's sick. He ain't sayin' shit.

Language, Mr. Greene.

Language? I'm the only one using it.

You don't think this is weird?

I think everyone's already on summer vacation.

But now that you're here, take out a microscope.

What... what do you mean, she hasn't shown up?

Mr. Hamlin.

Well, can you go by the house? Mr. Hamlin?

No. I... I No. You don't understand.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(CHAIRS SCRAPE) (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Excuse me. What are you doing?

Excuse me!

Hello? Class is not dismissed!

JARED: I don't know.

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE CONTINUES)

What the hell? Um, uh, excuse me. Whoa. No. What? No, no.

We all cutting class?

MR. BROWNING: Uh, sorry. No. Uh, where are you going?

No. Class is not dismissed.

Tommy! You get back here! (LAUGHS)

Tommy, you get back All right. Fine. Fine.

I'll deal with Tommy and the others later.

Now, all of you, back to your seats!

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Sit down!

Marcella? Marcella! Marcella!

Elliot! Elliot, this isn't funny.

Hank the tank, what's good?

Hey, smells like some hot fudge sundaes

up in this bitch. Ready? Let's go! Whoo! Ice cream break!

Kids, this is not a fire drill!

Back to your classrooms! What--

Bob! What the hell is going on?

It's gotta be a joke.

They gotta be filming this.

We know you're filming this! Yeah!

(KIDS GROAN)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Elliot.

Come on.

(HUFFS) Elliot, please, don't eat it. Just come on!

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Jared! (PANTS)

It's the smell... Cover your nose.

(KIDS CONTINUE GROANING)

Step aside, fools. Respect the king.

'Sup? What'd you get?

It's like that, huh? Let me just take yours--

What? Okay. Fine, man. Just keep it.

(THUDS LOUDLY) (BLOOD SPLATTERS)

(MALIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY) (GASPS)

(SCREAMS, EXCLAIMS)

No! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God.

Children, look away!

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Someone get a nurse. Someone run and get the nurse!

Uh. (TOUCHPAD BEEPING)

(CELL PHONE CLATTERING) (KIDS LAUGH)

Piper!

Stop laughing!

Children! This isn't funny!

No, no, no. Shit. This is not funny!

(GASPS, GROANS)

(KIDS CHEER, LAUGH)

(SCREAMS PAINFULLY)

(SCREAMS) Mia!

Hey! What is going on here?

Break it up! Come on! Enough of that!

What-- I said break it up.

Oh, my God. Uh...

Young man? Oh, my God.

(TOUCHPAD BEEPING)

DISPATCHER: (OVER CELL PHONE) 911. What's your emergency?

It's Bob Maloney at Meadowbrook. DISPATCHER: Yes?

Get over here now! I... I'm not sure if the kid jumped

or if there was an accident, but... but it looks like--

DISPATCHER: Bob, calm down. BOB: I'm not...

(ICE CREAM TRUCK JINGLE PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNIFE SWISHES)

Yes. Yes. She's not moving, and there's a brick and I--

(GROANS) (KIDS CHEER)

(BOB GRUNTS)

(KIDS CONTINUE CHEERING)

(BOB GROANS PAINFULLY)

What... what the fuck?

(BOB GROANS) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(RETCHES, COUGHS)

(KIDS LAUGH, CHEER)

Shit! Our bikes!

Hey! What is going on here?

What is going on here? Jared, Mia, come on! Get the fuck inside!

Oh, Christ!

(KIDS CHEER) Ow! Ow!

(GROANS, SCREAMS)

Ow! No! (GROANS)

(TOUCHPAD BEEPS)

(SCREAMS PAINFULLY)

Now, we're gonna look at the common housefly.

But I can assure you there's nothing common about it.

If you look closer,

oh, you're gonna see the single-cell organism.

Now, that is something

(SCREAMS PAINFULLY)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Whoa! Oh, God!

(MIA EXCLAIMS) No, no, no. Come this way.

JARED: No. Come on! Let's go to our class!

What are you doing? This room is always empty!

(KIDS CHEER, LAUGH)

(SCREAMS) TOMMY: Oh, my God!

What are you doing? Stop!

Put me down! Let me go! Let go!

I think there's no one in here.

MELISSA: What are you doing? Stop!

MIA: Oh, my God!

(MELISSA CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(CHOKES) (KIDS CHEER)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(KIDS LAUGHING EVILLY)

(DOOR BANGING)

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

(PANTS) They're gonna kill Mia if they get in.

Yeah, I know. I know. Just...

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(MELISSA SOBS) (GLASS SHATTERS)

(SCREAMS) No! (KIDS CHEER)

(COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(BONES CRACKING)

(KIDS GIGGLE)

Oh, God. (PANTS)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

TOMMY: Okay. Come here.

(PANTING) Right. Let's get out of here.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Go! Go!

(THUDS) Hey, Marcella! Come get me!

(SCREAMS)

(ALL SCREAMS)

JARED: Mia, it's me. (DOOR KNOCKS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY) Where's Tommy?

At the back exit.

(SCREAMS)

Help me! Help me! Help me!

(KIDS LAUGHING SINISTERLY)

MIA: What the fuck?

(GIGGLES)

MIA: Go back! Go back!

Go! Go! Come on! Shit! (KIDS SCREAMING)

Guys? Guys! Come on! MIA: Tommy!

Come on, come on. Get in. Get in.

TOMMY: Close the door. Close the door!

(KIDS SCREAM)

(BOTH PANT)

What the hell is happening? (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Something evil. JARED: Someone evil.

The Ice Cream Man.

It's the cops.

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

SALINGER: Hey, kids. Back it up for me, all right? (CAR DOOR CLOSING)

Step back. Hey, kids? Kids, back up. All right?

I need you to back up for me, all right?

Back up. Come on. Back up.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

What have you done?

What have you done?

What in God's name have you done?

(KIDS LAUGH)

♪ Ringa ding ding Ringa ding dong ♪

♪ Ringa ding dong It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringa ding ding Ringa ding dong... ♪

Why are you singing? Stop singing!

This isn't funny! (SCREAMS)

Oh, shit. They're gluing his face.

Fuck. We need a phone.

Wait. I have mine. (INDISTINCT CLAMORING IN DISTANCE)

(TOUCHPAD SQUEAKING)

What? It's top of the line.

Look, it's basically the same thing as an iPhone.

You know, more people use Androids

Just call someone! We weren't judging.

Yeah. Speak for yourself. I definitely was.

MARTY: (OVER VOICEMAIL) You've reached the office... (SIGHS)

Oh, shit. It's voicemail.

I'll try my mom. Okay.

Um, sorry. How do I use this thing? (SIREN WAILING)

Oh, shit! Fireman's here. FIREMAN: Salinger?

KID 1: Help us! Please help us. Where's Officer Salinger? Whoa.

Oh, shit. Back away from the edge, kids.

Back up. Back away from the edge. KID 2: Help us!

Stay back. (SERENE MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ La, la, la... ♪

Just hang tight.

♪ ...La, la, la, la La, la, la, la... ♪

I'm coming. Stay back.

♪ ...La, la, la... ♪

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey! Bye-bye.

No. Wait. Oh!

(SCREAMS) Fuck! (GROANS) (LADDER THUDS LOUDLY)

(ALL CHEER)

(EXCLAIMS)

(VOCALIZING)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

♪ La, la, la, la La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la La, la, la, la... ♪

(CAR HORN HONKING) SALINGER: Hey! Hey!

(FIRE BRIGADE ENGINE RUMBLES)

(SCREAMS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GROANS PAINFULLY)

♪ ...La, la, la, la La, la, la, la... ♪

He's coming.

They're following him.

We have to run. Where?

I don't know, but we're sitting ducks here.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Oh, my God. Go.

(GROANS) No. No! (KIDS GIGGLE)

(GROANS)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

They're not trying to kill us. They're trying to turn us.

Oh, my God. This is... this is actually happening.

What's that? (MARACA RATTLING)

(GROANS)

(KIDS SCREAMING) (EXPLOSION)

What the fuck?

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(JARED GASPS) Holy...

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

That ice cream's demonic. Either of you eat it?

What? No. I'm lactose intolerant.

More information than you needed.

Wait. Sorry. Um, what do you mean, "demonic"?

Turns you evil. Did you eat it?

I threw it up. I'm fine.

How do we know we can trust you?

I saw her puke, okay? She's fine.

Wait. Were you spying on me?

What? No, no. Of... of course not.

Kinda, but like not in a creepy way.

I just randomly saw you. Jared, it's okay.

I... I threw it up. I'm fine. I would have turned by now.

Whatever. I'm keeping my eye on you.

Okay. You know what? Why don't you keep an eye

on finding us a way out of here? Yeah.

Wait. Lizzie.

(SIGHS) Yes.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(INTRICATE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LIZZIE COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

Mom!

Mom?

(GRUNTS) Help! Can somebody help me?

What the fuck?

Uh. Hey, Siri?

Call Mom and Dad.

SIRI: (OVER CELL PHONE) Calling Mom and Dad, work. (DIAL TONE BEEPING)

(LIZZIE COUGHS) MARTY: (OVER VOICEMAIL) You've reached the office

of Martin Mayfair.

Leave a message and I'll return your call.

(GRUNTS, SIGHS) (DIAL TONE BEEPING)

Hey, Siri? Call Fuckface.

SIRI: Calling Fuckface.

(DIAL TONE RINGING) (GRUNTS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING) Put that shit on silent.

Shut up. It's Lizzie.

Lizzie? Lizzie, oh my fucking God.

The kids, they're killing the teachers.

You have to get over here.

(PANTS) I can't move my fucking arms.

Call an ambulance.

Wait. What?

Can you call Mom and Dad? Or get a doctor!

I tried them already. It's voicemail.

Wait. Did you have ice cream?

What? Last night, Skye and I had some.

Jared, this is a fucking emergency!

It's poison. It's fucking evil. You have to throw it up.

Jared, I said I can't move my fucking arms.

I'm paralyzed.

JARED: (OVER CELL PHONE) It probably paralyzes teens

or knocks you out. You have to throw it up.

Tell her to use a toothbrush.

Use a toothbrush.

I... I heard her. (PANTS)

Jared, you have to get out of there.

I know. We're basically praying they don't find us right now.

What about the church?

Why?

No demon's gonna hide out there.

Grace Church.

Nobody ever goes to the basement.

If you try to get there, I can get you.

Grace Church.

Okay.

(GRUNTS)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(KIDS MUNCHING, MOANING)

Shit.

Shit.

(KIDS MOANING)

Okay. Go. Just go. Go, go, go!

(KIDS MOANING)

(LIZZIE GRUNTS, GROANS)

Ugh.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(EXHALING SHARPLY)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Don't be a fucking pussy. Just do it.

You got this. Okay.

Fuck!

(ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH BUZZING)

(GAGS, RETCHES)

(PANTS)

(COUGHS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING) (CAR ALARMS BEEPING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

LIZZIE: Hey!

Hey. Get away from there.

(KIDS GIGGLING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(KIDS SCREECHING)

What the fuck? Fuck.

Tell them to shut up!

(KIDS SCREECHING) Shit.

Mrs. Poole?

(PANTS)

Hello?

Mrs. Poole?

Penelope, what are you doing?

Where's your mom?

Penelope, we have to get out of here. Come on.

Penelope? (SCREECHES)

Oh, my God. Oh.

(KIDS LAUGHING) (LIZZIE SHUDDERS)

(SCREECHING)

(LIZZIE PANTING, GRUNTING)

Skye? Skye?

Skye? Skye, wake up.

Skye?

(DOOR BANGING)

(BANGING CONTINUES) (SCREECHING)

(PANTS)

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(KIDS LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES) (SIGHS)

(KIDS SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWS CAWING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

I knew you'd come around.

New phone. Who dis?

LIZZIE: Chris, stop fucking around.

Help me. Kids are going fucking crazy.

They're attacking.

What are you talking about?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(SCREECHING)

Oh, shit!

Shit.

(CHILDREN MOANING)

Oh, my gosh. They're coming over.

They'll fucking get in. (KIDS SCREECHING)

They're coming over here.

MIA: Yeah. Use that. Use that.

Yeah. Why is it so fucking heavy?

TOMMY: Just shoot it. Do you need help?

I'm trying!

TOMMY: Take the pin off. MIA: Take the pin out!

TOMMY: What are you doing? Take the pin out!

Do you want me to do it or something?

Okay. Pull the pin!

Did no one teach you how to use a fire extinguisher?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MIA: Oh my God! You did it!

Go, go, go.

Way to battle.

(GIGGLING)

Go, go, go.

MIA: Oh my God. Get in, get in.

JARED: Shit! It's locked.

TOMMY: Open the door. What are you doing?

JARED: I'm trying. The door is locked.

Jesse!

Oh.

(SCREECHING)

TOMMY: They're gonna break the glass.

MIA: Oh, shit.

TOMMY: Oh, my God.

(THUDDING)

MIA: What's... what's that?

What the fuck is that? Oh, shit.

MIA: The door! The door!

TOMMY: Tie it off!

(SHOUTING)

TOMMY: We're trapped.

(MIA SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING)

Go, go, go.

(GLASS SHATTERING) (SCREECHING)

CHILD: Tag. You're it.

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

No! No, sweetie. We do not bully. We do not--

Okay. Right there, on the other side of that fence,

that's the path to Grace Church.

We'll never make it.

TOMMY: We can, we can,

just as long as we make it to that cop car.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(BIKE BELL RINGING)

(SHOUTING)

Oh, shoot. Jared, come on!

I'm trying, it's these stupid shoelaces

I tried doubleknotting them. I tried tripleknotting.

Dude, forget it! Just come on. What are you doing?

KID: You're it. No takebacks.

Oh, my--

What the fuck is this?

Hurry up.

Come on! You're going to get killed.

Ha! Ha! Take that.

You like that? Huh?

Guys, guys? I'm a genius. This hand's like magic.

(SCREAMING)

JARED: No! No! It's not what it looks like!

(THUDDING)

TOMMY: Come on. Go, go, go.

JARED: Sorry.

(METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

TOMMY: Holy fuck!

JARED: Keep going. Keep going.

Okay, okay, okay. We have to make a break for it.

Just wait for them to clear out. Wait. There's too many of them.

But it's the fastest way.

JARED: I don't know. I think it's suicide.

We gotta find another way past them.

We have to get to the church.

(SCREAMING) Mia! Oh, my God.

Sebastian? Are you okay? I'm good.

Mia, you okay?

(RETCHING)

Ugh.

Thanks.

Yeah. No problem. How'd you know how to do that?

I'm a 12 year old girl. Of course I know how to make myself vomit.

That's fucking dark. I like you.

We got to go to the church. You ready?

Go, go, go.

(SCREAMING)

Go.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, my God! What the hell?

(THUDDING) (BONES BREAKING)

(SHOUTING)

(GIRLS SINGING)

(SHOUTING)

Go, go.

Hold on. Hold on.

I'm fucking stuck! What?

Sebastian, come on! (SCREAMING)

Don't let them change me!

Oh, my God. Sebastian!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

JARED: Run, run!

(HUMMING)

So long, suckers.

(SPLATTERING)

(SCREECHING)

JARED: Oh, my God.

Right over there.

(SCREECHING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

JARED: Okay.

Guys?

What?

Why does a church need a walk-in freezer?

Maybe this is where they keep the bodies.

What bodies?

For funerals.

The ice cream. It's in there.

Not in his truck?

Maybe he's got bigger plans.

(ALL GASPING)

It's him.

Fuck it.

Oh, shit.

It's all here.

I told you. Let's melt his supply.

Look for a plug or a switch.

(GASPING)

Oh, my God. Yeah. Literally.

I see a power switch right by him.

Help... yourselves. Run.

He's telling us to run. We can't.

The Ice Cream Man is right there.

Door.

TOMMY: Shit. No!

Oh, my God. It's stuck! We're going to die in here.

At least we're going to heaven.

Tommy, that's not even slightly funny.

It wasn't a joke. I can't get a signal,

but Lizzie said she's coming here, so...

Good thing we're in a walk-in freezer.

That's where everyone going to church looks first, Jared.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Need a lift?

Chris, get me down from here.

Oh, so now you want to be seen with me?

Haha. Very funny. Now, get me the fuck down.

Only if you promise to not be a dick.

Really? We're going to do this now?

No better time.

Fine, fine.

Chris, I... I promise I won't be a dick.

And if you get me the fuck out of this

I might even consider going to dinner with you,

assuming that there's any restaurants left.

But first, can you just get me the fuck down?

Dinner and a movie.

Dinner.

Okay, fine. Both. Just get me down.

Your terms are accepted.

Come on! Jump.

Nice wheels.

I guess you really are an entrepreneur.

CHRIS: I told you so.

I can even buy a movie ticket now.

Where we going?

The church. Jared's hiding out there.

Okay. Let's go.

This is my fault. All of it.

How's this on you?

I know who the Ice Cream Man is.

In a way, I created him.

What? Why would you create that?

I mean, I'm part of something that caused all of this.

Who is the Ice Cream Man?

His name was Jonathan Smiley.

He drove a truck.

No one knew his real name or his past,

but he spoke with a foreign accent,

so we figured he came from someplace wartorn.

All he wanted was to make kids happy

with his ice cream.

Children are very trusting of adults,

especially adults in positions of authority,

in uniform,

teachers, religious figures.

And there are those adults

that would take advantage of that trust.

What did the Ice Cream Man do?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But he was blamed for the crimes of another.

Horrible, unspeakable crimes.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I was a young priest. I tried to speak out,

but I was silenced by those more powerful.

The scandal was too great.

Rumors spread, small town. Something had to be done.

It was decided to put the blame on someone disposable.

The Ice Cream Man.

One lawyer went after him.

He made all the kids lie in court.

All the children testified against the Ice Cream Man.

The adults fed them lies,

and they regurgitated those lies on the stand.

What was the lawyer's name?

There is a special place in hell

for men like Milton...

...Mayfair.

(EXHALING SHARPLY) That's my grandpa.

It's okay.

Wait. You still haven't told us how he's able to do this.

When he was in jail, someone came to visit him.

He said he was a lawyer,

but every word out of his mouth was a lie

except for one promise. MAN: By my hand...

PRIEST: That he would help the Ice Cream Man

get his revenge on the town.

He was a necromancer,

someone who raises the dead for a price.

For the Ice Cream Man's soul in exchange for his revenge.

The necromancer promised

that he would bring him back with special powers

once the kids had grown into adults.

When the town had long forgotten what they'd done,

the Ice Cream Man would remind them.

The next day, they found him dead in his cell.

They decided to bury him

in an unmarked grave by the sap of the river.

To resurrect him, the necromancer took his place.

He's lying there now.

How do we stop the Ice Cream Man,

if we ever get out of here?

Kill the necromancer,

the Ice Cream Man dies with him.

So, all we have to do is kill the necromancer?

PRIEST: But he's not alone.

He lies with a siren,

who will alert him if anyone attacks.

So, then, all we have to do is kill the siren,

and then kill the necromancer.

PRIEST: You can't just kill him.

You have to cut his head off.

Okay. So, we kill the siren, then we cut his head off.

Yes. Okay.

But you must not look at him.

The necromancer can still seduce,

even decapitated.

Hang on. We killed the siren,

and then decapitated the necromancer,

but we can't even look at him?

JARED: Wait. This is a lot.

How would we kill him if we can't

You kill the siren. You cut the necromancer's head off.

He'll be wearing a ceremonial cloak.

Do not remove the hood. Find the Ice Cream Man.

Remove the hood.

Make the Ice Cream Man look into the necromancer's eyes.

That will kill him.

MIA: Wait. What about the kids?

Do they just die?

The cursed children will sleep

and when they awake, they'll remember none of this.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Hide. I'll distract the Ice Cream Man.

When he comes for me, you lock the door.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Saving you three is my only chance at salvation.

Now, hide!

Ecce Crucem Domini.

Fugite partes adversae.

Vicit Leo... Radix Juda.

Alleluia.

Alleluia, alleluia!

(CLATTERING)

(SCREECHING) Alleluia!

(PRIEST SHOUTING) (SCREECHING)

TOMMY: Fuck. Go!

JARED: This way. Come on.

Where is everyone?

MIA: Hello? TOMMY: Hello?

JARED: Anyone here?

Holy...

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

LIZZIE: Jared? Lizzie!

LIZZIE: Jared. Oh, my God.

Told you she'd come back to me.

Really, Chris?

CHRIS: Oh, shit.

Looks like Roger got his bell rung.

He had this bell.

Chris!

Did you get Mom and Dad? Voice mail.

There's no answer at their offices.

Well, how about we get the fuck out of here

and call them on the way?

We're going to the cemetery. Fuckin' A, right?

We're all gonna be in the cemetery if we don't

get the fuck out of here. No. We know how to stop him.

Let's just Wait. Wait. Where's Tommy?

Tommy? Tommy! Tommy?

Would you help with this shit?

CHRIS: What the fuck?

Are you going gold prospecting in the Old West or something?

You want to dig up a grave

with your bare hands, be my guest.

(CLATTERING)

Guess we're going to dig up a grave.

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

Where is everyone?

CHRIS: Adults are hiding or dead.

Teens who ate it are in some kind of coma.

Kids are missing.

Did the priest know why the Ice Cream Man is doing this?

Yeah. It has to do with Grandpa Milton.

He made all the kids lie in court to put him away.

I guess this is his revenge.

Mom and Dad, they testified, too.

Yeah.

I told you being a lawyer was a fucking family curse.

Chris, it looks like she needs help.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I killed him! I killed him!

(CRYING)

Do you want a ride?

(CRYING)

(SCREAMING) Chris, go!

I killed him! Chris, go!

CHRIS: Sorry, lady.

(GUNSHOT)

(CROWS CAWING)

How are we supposed to find it?

It's an unmarked grave.

There's thousands of them.

Wait. What did he say about

"by the sap of the river"?

Well, there's a river maple.

Those things have a ton of sap.

Fucking pain in the ass to prune.

They can ruin a chainsaw.

What?

I take back what I said about you being a total retard.

When did you ever say that?

Well, I've said it, like, a zillion times.

Just never to your face.

I think her exact words

were "a touch of the 'tism."

Guys, could we please focus on finding this river maple?

Oh! I see one.

There.

(GASPING)

(CROW CAWING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(KIDS MOANING)

Chris? Backing up.

Bad idea!

They're surrounding us!

Ya don't say...

They're getting closer! They're getting closer!

Oh, my gosh...

LIZZIE: Chris!

Hit it! Fuck it!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

TOMMY: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Holy shit!

Stop the fucking car!

Okay! Okay!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Find the grave! I'll distract him!

Chris, I wanted to Go! Help them!

Remember, river Maple, leaking sap.

You're brilliant.

Be safe.

Fuck yeah.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(KIDS SCREAMING)

(BONES CRUNCHING)

(KIDS SCREECHING)

What are you doing?

(KIDS SCREECHING IN DISTANCE)

(KIDS SCREECHING IN DISTANCE)

I see it!

This one?

Pretty sure.

Not a good time to be wrong.

JARED: There's no grass. This has got to be it.

(KIDS SCREECHING)

(THUDDING)

What the fuck?

Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck!

Get off my fucking truck!

Oh my God!

You're fucking disgusting!

Fuck!

Ugh!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(THUDDING)

Come on!

I just got it detailed!

(WIPERS BUZZING)

Fucking kids!

LIZZIE: Holy shit...

All right... Okay. I'll do it.

No.

My family started this.

We're going to end it.

LIZZIE: Hey, guys. I need your help.

On the count of three. MIA: Okay...

LIZZIE: One...

Two... Jared, wait!

Don't do it. It's a trap.

Elliott? What happened?

It wore off. Not all of his ice cream works.

He set a trap for you.

Don't listen. That's not Elliott!

Come on, of course it's me. Everything that comes out

of the Necromancer's mouth is a lie. Don't trust him.

ELLIOTT: Jared, that's dangerous.

Lizzie, make him listen.

If we run... where are we going?

ELLIOTT: We're getting out of here.

I know. But how?

Just trust me. You gotta come with me.

Before he gets back.

I will, if you tell me one thing.

ELLIOTT: Anything.

Come on.

What did you call me yesterday

when I caught that fly and won the game.

I called you Jarhead.

I blew the game, Elliot.

Just like you blew it now.

Don't come near him!

I don't have to. (SCREAMING)

BOTH: Mia!

(TRAGIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(HORN HONKING)

LIZZIE: Chris!

Chris! Help us!

JARED: Dig!

Holy shit.

CHRIS: Lizzie, the pickaxe!

Alright kid...

Let's do it.

(GRUNTING)

LIZZIE: Chris!

Chris!

Just fucking kill him!

Fuck it!

(SQUELCHING)

It's so tasty, Tommy. You should try some.

Mia... No.

We were wrong.

It's the adults we can't trust.

(SQUELCHING)

The Ice Cream Man was right.

He's the only one protecting us.

He's giving us powers.

Powers to fight them.

(SQUELCHING)

He's so peaceful, Tommy.

He loves us.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I left my wife in the month of May ♪

♪ A risselty rosselty now now now ♪

♪ She killed a squirrel and baked a souffle ♪

♪ A risselty rosselty... ♪

Jared! Jared, wait!

Don't look...

I'm going to kill him!

Don't do it!

Why?

Tommy! Don't look at it!

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

I'm sorry, Tommy.

(SOBBING)

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SOBBING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

PRIEST: Every word out of his mouth was a lie,

except for one promise.

The Ice Cream Man's soul...

in exchange for his revenge.

(GASPING)

(MUSIC SWELLING)

(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)

("THE ICE CREAM SONG" PLAYING)

♪ Ringadingding ♪

♪ Ringadingdong ♪

♪ Ringadingding ♪

♪ It's the ice cream song ♪

♪ Ringadingding ♪

♪ Ringadingdong ♪

♪ Ringadingding ♪

♪ It's the ice cream song ♪

(SONG CONCLUDES)

("ICE CREAM SONG" PLAYING) ♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, Ice Cream Man ♪

♪ Ice Cream Man ♪

SNOOP DOGG: (IN DEEP VOICE) Hi, kids.

Would you like some ice cream?

(VOICE DISTORTING) I'm the Ice Cream Man

(DISTORTED LAUGHING)

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, ice cream ♪

♪ You scream, I scream ♪

♪ We scream, Ice Cream Man ♪

♪ Ice Cream Man ♪

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(WHIRRING)