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(WIND HOWLING)

(DOOR OPENS, CREAKING)

What's wrong?

There's someone on the roof.

Jules! Baby, are you sleepwalking?

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

Come on, baby, it's 3:00 in the morning.

MARK: What now?

I don't know, she said she heard something on the roof.

There were footsteps.

MARK: Naturally.

Jingle bells too, right?

Mark, stop.

But I heard him.

MARK: Can you take care of this, please?

I gotta be up in three hours.

Come on, Jules, let's get back into bed.

No more sugar after dinner, okay?

Too many bad dreams and not enough sleep.

But mom!

I didn't have a bad dream.

I really heard someone on the roof!

Shh.

Keep your voice down.

Don't wake up your brother.

Nobody believes me.

Jules, it's probably just the house settling.

Or an animal.

You know, sometimes a raccoon or squirrel can get up there.

It was Santa.

I'm positive.

(CHUCKLES)

You know who I really think it was?

Who?

JENNIFER: One of Santa's elves.

An elf?

JENNIFER: Mhm.

Sometimes Santa sends a scout a few days before Christmas Eve

to make sure our house meets all the necessary

safety requirements.

Like what?

Like making sure the roof is sturdy enough

to hold all the reindeer, for one thing.

Can't have them crashing through the ceiling,

running all through the house, pooping on everything.

(BOTH GIGGLE)

What else?

They have to measure the chimney to make sure it's wide enough

to fit Santa's big fat belly.

Sometimes he splurges too much during the holidays.

Just like daddy?

Just like daddy.

Can we leave some milk and cookies out for the elves?

If you go to sleep right now,

I'll go downstairs and leave them a plate.

Okay?

(EXHALES)

You forgot to lock the front door again.

Perhaps you could have a little concern

for your family's safety?

By the way, your daughter left a glass of milk and cookies

for Santa's elves in the kitchen.

Can you make sure to eat them before she gets up for school?

Hello?

Can you take care of that when you wake up, please?

MARK: When I wake up?

I am up, Jen.

I have been up because you keep talking to me.

I will take care of it.

Thank you, Mr. Grinch.

(KISSES)

Santa?

Timmy!

Timmy, wake up!

Santa's downstairs.

Timmy!

He was putting presents under the tree, I saw him!

Go away!

(BAG RUSTLING)

TIMMY: Juliet, I told you to stay out of my--

(FLESH SQUELCHING)

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(WHIMPERS)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Babe, what are you doing?

(BLOOD SQUELCHING)

(SCREAMING)

Timmy, Juliet, run!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

Juliet!

Timmy!

(SCREAMS)

JENNIFER: Help me!

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAM)

No, please!

Somebody fucking help me!

Help me, please!

Oh fuck, help me!

Help me!

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(BODY THUDS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Be advised.

Anonymous caller says possible suspect on lower level.

Armed and dangerous.

OFFICER EVANS: Oh, fuck.

Dispatch, I got a decapitated body down here.

Victim appears to be male.

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)

That's a ten-four.

Dispatch, I'm not alone down here.

What's-- what's the ETA on the backup?

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(SUBWAY SCREECHING)

(BEEPS)

(GRUNTING ON TELEVISION)

WOMAN 1: (ON TV)

I'll have the ship in the air in a minute!

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

MAN 1: (ON TV)

The ship's on fire.

(GRUNTING ON TELEVISION)

(WOMAN SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

Eros?

Dean, I need you to get down here now.

Cell three, east wing.

I think we got a situation.

Over.

DEAN: (ON RADIO)

Aww!

Well, wipe your ass and get down here, pronto!

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

Help.

Help me!

Please!

Please help me!

Oh, he made me do it.

Please just help me!

(VICTORIA LAUGHING)

Help me!

Help me, fucker!

(VICTORIA LAUGHING)

Help me!

(VICTORIA CACKLING)

Help me!

Help me!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

Yes!

More!

(PUNCH THUDS)

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS AND SCREAMS)

(FLESH SQUELCHING)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

COSPLAYER: Yo, yo!

You guys, you-- you look so good.

I mean, way better than mine.

(COSPLAYER CHUCKLES)

I was gonna do the blood thing, too,

but I was just worried about the clean up.

But...Can I-- can I get a picture?

I'm gonna post this.

Guys, seriously?

You killed it.

(CHUCKLES)

COSPLAYER: This is awesome!

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Aww.

Aww.

Vicky, you used to be so hot.

Now no one's gonna fuck you.

(BONE CRACKS)

(SLURPS)

VICTORIA: Pretty girl.

Pretty girl.

Pretty girl.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(LIGHT BUZZING)

Hi.

Good morning.

Morning.

I'm here to pick up my niece.

She's a patient here.

What's her name?

Shaw.

Sienna Shaw.

Uncle Greg!

Never mind.

-Hey! -Hey!

-GREG: How are you? -Good.

-How are you? -Good.

-It's good to see you. -You too.

Wow.

You look good.

-No, I got it. -No, no, no, I got it.

-I insist. -Thanks.

Welcome.

So do we run, or...

Gotta sign out first.

So, uh, how's my little partner in crime?

Oh, she's not so little anymore.

Uh, she's great.

Man, beautiful.

Sassy as hell and talented like you.

In fact, you're all she ever talks about,

so, little warning,

just get ready to have your hands full,

because she misses you.

I miss her, too.

Hey.

We're home!

All right.

Hello?

(FOOTFALLS THUDDING)

Sienna!

Incoming!

Oh, hey!

(GIGGLES)

Hey!

Hey, Gabs.

(EXHALES)

Oh my god, you got so big!

When did that happen?

Never leave me for this long ever again.

I won't.

I promise.

Oh, you got glitter all over your face.

It's just sugar.

We were baking.

Did you want to help?

Gabbie, Sienna's not even in here two minutes.

Why don't you let her get settled first, all right?

GABBIE: Fine.

SIENNA: Yeah, I'd love to.

I'm so happy to see you.

Me too.

How was the trip?

Fine.

Wanna see your room?

Go ahead.

We'll catch up later.

Yeah. All right.

I'll see you guys later.

And don't pull her arm out.

-GABBIE: Ready? -SIENNA: Yes.

Oh my God.

It looks like a fairy tale exploded in here.

GABBIE: Do you like it?

Me and mommy redecorated, but I picked out most of it.

I know how much you like dragons and wizards.

I love it.

Really?

Yes, really.

This is the coolest room ever.

Are you kidding?

I don't know what to say, this is beautiful.

Made this for you too.

Gabs.

'To Sienna, my big sister from another mister.

I've missed you more than ever.

And getting into trouble hasn't been nearly as much fun

without you.

Looking forward to the best Christmas ever,

filled with fun, smiles, and laughter.

Love, Gabby.

P.S. We still haven't made it to the moon.'

To the moon!

Our little cardboard rocket ship.

You remember?

Of course I do.

Come here.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Jesus.

(EXHALES)

-Yeah. -Stinks in here.

A real beaut, ain't she?

DENNIS: Shit!

It's a rat, kid, not the devil.

Yeah.

JACKSON: Are you alright?

Oh, you've been skittish all day.

DENNIS: I just hate places like this.

It's like they got a soul and they're pissed that

-we're tearing 'em apart. -Oh, shit.

Please don't tell me you believe all the stories

about this place.

What stories?

Back in the early 90s,

some maniac abducted and killed over a dozen kids

in this town.

They buried all the bodies in the basement here

in this building.

Now everyone swears the place is haunted.

Are you fucking with me?

You're fucking with me.

Of course I'm fucking with you.

(CACKLES)

JACKSON: Now come on.

I'll take the first floor and the basement.

You... upstairs.

Skittish all day.

MICHAEL: So, what do you think?

More Blaster Man?

What's the matter with Blaster Man?

I thought you liked him.

You only draw boys.

Boys, boys, boys.

That's not true.

I draw girls all the ti-- that is a girl right there.

Look at that.

That is a girl.

But she's not a superhero.

Last time you said you were going to draw a girl

that could beat up Blaster Man.

Remember?

You pinky swore!

That's sacred.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I will tell you what, though.

As soon as I'm finished with this comic,

I'm gonna make you something really special.

How's that? Okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, well.

Okay.

Time for bed.

Sisi!

Wait a minute.

I do have something for you.

I woke up back in the clown café,

encased in glass.

My lungs filled with ice water.

This wasn't a dream or a hallucination.

(GASPS)

Okay, give me that.

(EXHALES)

This isn't for public consumption, nosy.

It's my diary. Okay?

It's for my eyes only.

Got it?

Got it.

What's the clown café?

It's a bad place.

A place I don't want to think about.

Happy thoughts from now on. Okay?

Okay.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, this place fucking smells

Disgusting.

What the hell is that?

DENNIS: Anybody home?

What the fuck?

Hello?

(DENNIS WHISTLES)

It's not real.

It's not real, right?

Hey, Jackson!

Anybody home?

Yoo-hoo.

What the fuck?

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Dennis!

Dennis!

Hey!

Hey!

Dennis!

Get your ass up here!

Now!

Are you real?

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

-(SCREAMS) -(THUDDING, CLATTERING)

(BLOOD SQUIRTING)

(GROANING)

(BONES CRACKING)

(CHOKING)

No!

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

No! No!

(GROANING, SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(DENNIS SCREAMS)

(DENNIS GROANING)

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

(DENNIS WHIMPERING)

(DENNIS GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(DENNIS SCREAMING)

(VICTORIA GRUNTS)

(DENNIS SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(PANTING)

I think we need to make some cookies.

Yeah. For dessert!

We need to-- Yeah!

We're gonna go all out, man.

Chocolate and peanut butter, you are right.

That's the combination.

You know, those coconut peanut butter ones are amazing.

JESSICA: This is going to be a Christmas extravaganza.

GREG: I'd like to go see those lights again.

JESSICA: I wanna see the lights.

I like the holiday market that they have over there.

Gabs, stop starin'.

It's rude.

GABBIE: What?

I like her scars.

JESSICA: Gabbie!

No, it's fine.

No, it's not.

It's very inappropriate.

I just think they're cool.

GREG: You know what?

Why don't you show her your new scar?

Look at this thing.

Bad boy.

Ooh.

How'd you get that?

Fell off my bike during summer break.

And landed on a broken bottle.

GREG: Oh, yeah.

Seven stitches, too.

There was so much blood, and like this piece

of fat oozing out.

JESSICA: All right, all right.

Can we change the subject, please?

I don't wanna think about blood and fat while we're eating.

So much blood.

JESSICA: Okay, honey.

You're disgusting.

Regardless,

Christmas hasn't really been the same around here

since someone stopped believing in Santa Claus.

SIENNA: When did that happen?

When I was, like, eight.

Oh, stop.

You were older than that.

No, I just went along with it

so you and Daddy wouldn't feel bad.

I've been finding presents stashed around the house

for years now.

Yeah, that's 'cause you're a little snoop.

Yeah.

Finding is a loose term.

More like investigating and discovering, really.

BROOKE: Can you pass the rice?

It's not my fault that they're really, really bad

at hiding presents.

Dude, it was under the floorboard,

under the carpet.

(CHUCKLES)

BROOKE: Pass the rice, please?

Oh, she's also notorious for opening presents

and then re-wrapping them.

Not very well, either.

-BROOKE: Sienna! -(BROOKE THUDS)

(BROOKE CHUCKLING)

If you don't pass the rice, I'm not gonna leave.

Please? Pass the rice?

Sienna?

Hello, Sienna?

You know, I'm dead because of you, okay?

You led us to him.

You and that little shithead brother of yours.

I'm dead and you killed me.

Just like you killed your mother.

(LAUGHS)

BROOKE: That was bad.

I didn't...

BROOKE: But anyway.

I mean, that's how he always did it.

He's kind of cute.

(CHUCKLES)

JESSICA: Sienna?

You all right?

Yeah.

BROOKE: Sienna...

(GIGGLES)

I mean, no amount of medication is gonna stop me from being here

in front of you.

You killed me.

(MUNCHING)

The least you can do is pass the rice.

(THUDS)

Pass the rice.

(GIGGLES)

BROOKE: Pass the rice!

Pass the rice!

Pass the rice!

Pass the rice!

Pass the rice!

Excuse me.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Finish eating, sweetie,

so we can have our fortune cookies.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(DOOR OPENS)

COLE: Whoa!

Okay, wow.

Thanks for knocking, Shaw.

Sorry.

Wait!

Um, aren't you going to introduce us?

COLE: Wow.

Uh, Shaw, this is, um, Mia.

Hi.

She's a really big fan of yours.

I'm not a fan, you asshole.

(CHUCKLES)

She's obsessed with the Miles County Clown.

Like all that true crime shit.

She thinks you're a celebrity, dude.

Don't listen to him.

Like, literally, ever.

Um, hi.

It is so nice to meet you.

Hi.

I seriously know, like, everything about you.

Everything online at least, um, I've been following you

for years.

Dude, you're a legend.

You survived Art the Clown,

See? Fucking fangirl.

Eat me.

After you get his autograph.

Um, listen, I actually had a little bit of a favor

that I wanted to ask you.

You see, my roommate and I, we have a true crime podcast.

It's called Graven Image.

And our Miles County Massacre episodes?

They get our biggest hits by far.

So I was wondering if maybe you'd be willing

to come on as a guest sometime?

I seriously would be so honored.

I don't really do things like that.

Jesus, do you really think he wants to dredge up

the worst experience of his life?

I mean, the kid's just trying to move on.

Right, Shaw?

MIA: Okay, well, I get that, but I just--

I think a lot of people would really like to hear from you

after all this time.

-Oh my god. -(PHONE RINGING)

Come on.

I-- I'll think about it.

He'll think about it.

Great.

Hah.

Shaw, are you coming to the Beta Christmas bash

tomorrow night?

I gotta take this.

Oh.

Yeah.

Girl callin'

It was great meeting you, Mia.

You too.

(DOOR CLOSES)

God, my man needs to get laid so bad.

Hey.

Hey.

How are you?

I'm, uh, doing good.

Just got out of class.

SIENNA: (ON PHONE)

I just got to Aunt Jess's.

Yeah, a couple hours ago.

It's really good to hear your voice.

You know, I-- I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Is, uh, everything all right?

SIENNA: (ON PHONE)

I'm calling because, um...

I'm-- I'm really excited we're going to be spending

Christmas together.

It's been too long.

JONATHAN: Yeah, it has.

I'm, uh, really looking forward to it.

Well, uh,...

(CHUCKLES)

...I guess I'll see you in a couple days?

JONATHAN: (ON PHONE)

Love you.

Love you more.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

It's, um, just this new medication I'm on.

It makes me queasy sometimes.

Oh.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I need to be creative.

Wanna be my canvas?

(SPRAYING)

(TAPS)

(THUDS)

(CHUCKLES)

(KISSES)

(LAUGHTER)

All right.

Something's happening here.

Can I see already?

SIENNA: Hold your horses.

I mean, you are starting to look quite enchanted,

if I do say so myself.

Like a fantasy princess. All right.

We're going to put a little bit more elven eyeshadow

to go with that magic blush.

Close your eyes.

You know,

you could be a professional makeup artist, right?

Why, thank you.

I actually forgot how much I enjoy this.

Eyes open.

Great.

All right, let's do some lips.

How'd you get those scars?

You and these scars.

I got into a fight.

Did you win?

Yeah, I won.

Chin up.

All right, gimme one of these.

You're all done.

You wanna see this mystical masterpiece?

Yeah.

Wow!

It looks amazing.

Your face did all the work.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHEERING)

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Take a picture!

Can I join the mile high club in your sleigh?

Oh my god!

Oh, ho ho ho.

I'd fuck ya.

No, Mrs. Claus would shank me in my sleep.

-My wife's dead. -SANTA: Okay.

Wanna come down my chimney?

Oh my god, come in her chimney, come!

I've got a chimney.

Okay, girls.

I'm a naughty little reindeer.

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

DRUNK GIRL 2: I wanna do drugs on your stomach!

Be good.

Ho ho ho!

Ho ho ho!

Oh, shit.

God damn!

I think I know what I want for Christmas.

That Santa outfit comes with some perks, dude.

SANTA: Girls!

I don't remember if I told you, but,

so I've been in entertainment for a long time.

I'm Santa now, I was Elvis.

Those girls!

Laughlin, 1980s.

Whoo!

Nothing like this.

To Laughlin.

Laughlin!

To Laughlin?

I'm good.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DRUNK GIRL 2: Ow, ow!

(SCREAMING)

DRUNK GIRL 2: You racist piece of shit!

(GRUNTS)

SMOKEY: Shit.

Get a load of this fucking guy.

SANTA: Friend of yours, Eddie?

That is a fucking first.

All right, well, now hold on now, listen.

I'm wearing the outfit, right?

So it's just like Elvis.

He gets the full Santa experience if he wants it,

all right?

Hello.

Hello.

(CHUCKLES)

SANTA: Hi, hi!

You-- Come on over.

Come on over.

It's fine.

Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

SANTA: Hi, hi.

Yes, yes, yes, that's-- that's me, that's me.

Guilty as charged.

(CACKLES)

Hey Santa, it looks like you got a fan.

(LAUGHS)

What's with the outfit, pal?

Yeah, did the circus come to town?

(SANTA GRUNTS)

SANTA: Hey, buddy.

Watch it.

That's the real deal.

That's my-- that's my beard.

If Santa doesn't have a real beard,

he's not a real Santa Claus.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, fella, what's in the bag?

Oh, he's gonna show us.

Hey, what do ya got?

What do ya--

Usually I'm the one who's bringing

the magical sack of toys.

SANTA: What?

-(HONKING) -(GASPS)

(LAUGHS AND CLAPS)

SANTA: Oh, that's good!

(HONKING CONTINUES)

EDDIE: Okay. That's enough.

SANTA: All right, now, look, I'm startin' to like this guy,

I really am. Clowny.

Put-- put your little horn away.

Have a seat.

And, uh, Santa'll buy him a drink.

-(LAUGHS) -(BAG RUSTLES)

SANTA: Clowny, I'm startin' to like you.

JESSICA: Here you go.

I hope I gave you enough marshmallows.

Oh.

It's perfect.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

(SLURPS)

(SIGHS)

Some peace and quiet around here, finally, huh?

You must be exhausted.

No, I...

...I feel...

What?

Normal?

Look, I'm not going to pretend that

I know what you're going through, because I don't.

I-- I can't even begin to imagine it.

But I promise it'll get better.

You remind me so much of mom.

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

Before dad died,

she was the sweetest person.

Could talk to her about anything.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Yeah, she was.

Mouth like a truck driver, though.

She cursed so much.

(BOTH LAUGH)

JESSICA: So much!

She once called Sister Rosemary a C-U-N-T

in the sixth grade.

(LAUGHS)

I don't know where she came from!

Nobody in our family talks like that.

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

(SOBS)

I know, sweetie.

I know.

I miss her, too.

(SANTA LAUGHING)

SMOKEY: Hey, Santa.

Looks like you got some competition.

It's Clowny Claus!

(SMOKEY LAUGHING)

SANTA: No.

Hey, you're a natural.

You look good.

But don't get it dirty.

And remember to give it back.

You don't want to get on Santa's naughty list.

(SANTA LAUGHS)

Hey, why don't you tell Santa what you want for Christmas,

little boy?

Better hygiene?

All right, come on, let's have a drink, uh,

for everybody, okay.

Come on.

Got ID?

Come on.

He's obviously old enough.

All right.

You think I'm gonna lose my license for this guy?

Don't bust the clown's balls.

This is normal to you?

Sorry about this, Clowny.

There, see?

He's got it.

Maurice Jackson?

Eddie, you're killing me.

Can we just celebrate?

Come on.

Fuck it.

It's Christmas.

SANTA: All right, let's have a drink!

To my new friend, huh?

To Maurice Jackson!

-Maurice Jackson. -Cheers!

(SANTA GRUNTS)

(SPIT SPRAYS)

(GRUNTS)

(SMOKEY LAUGHING)

What the fuck is the matter with you?

What's your problem, pal?

Guy buys you a drink and you spit it back

in his fucking face?

Hey, man.

That's-- that's wrong.

Now look, you see, you-- you were just rude,

and you shouldn't have been rude.

Let's go, Clowny.

Get up.

No, I'm not ki--

(CLOWNY URINATING)

SMOKEY: Oh, shit.

What the...

What the fuck are you doing?

He peed on him!

Fucking told you!

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm gonna fucking kill you, you sick fuck!

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

I'll fucking kill him!

Hey, come on, you motherfucker!

SANTA: Fuck you!

(GRUNTS)

SANTA: Goddammit.

Smokey, get his bag!

SANTA: Son of a bitch!

This is my busy weekend.

EDDIE: I know.

What the fuck is in this?

Jesus, fuck!

Get that the fuck out of here.

(EDDIE GRUNTING)

EDDIE: What? What? Hey!

SANTA: You motherfucker!

I'll fucking kill you! I got it.

-SANTA: Goddammit! -Want me to call the cops?

I don't want you to call the cops.

I want you to call a fucking dry cleaner.

EDDIE: Dry cleaner! Smokey, get a fucking mop!

I told you, don't let him the fuck in here.

You said he's fuckin' normal!

Sit down, sit down!

Fuckin' 'you told me.'

Have a fucking drink.

Can't take a fucking hint, can you?

I'm not going to tell you again.

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(BOTTLE RATTLES, SHATTERS)

(CHOKING)

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Eddie?

(WHIMPERS)

(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(SANTA YELPS)

And Smokey?

Oh, god, Smokey!

Oh, no, oh, god, oh, god.

No!

Oh, god.

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

Sir! No, sir.

No, no, no, no, sir.

No, no, please.

Please, please.

(WHIMPERS)

Let me be the first to apologize for whatever's happened

here tonight.

I don't-- I don't know what happened.

Here, take it!

Take it, take it, take it!

It's yours.

You looked really good in it!

Take it all!

You be Santa!

Clowny, we're in the same business.

It's just me and you, remember?

It's just me and you.

We're in the same business.

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

SANTA: We make people happy.

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)

SANTA: Help me, help me!

God, help me!

Hey, you pay attention to me.

Help me!

That isn't even funny.

It's not funny.

The fuck?

Come on.

Oh, Clowny, please, please, Clowny, help me!

(GRUNTING)

SANTA: Please, god!

Oh, god help me!

Oh, god.

Clowny, come on.

(GRUNTING)

You look good, Clowny.

You look good.

Oh, yeah, that's never looked better.

Look, I'll go now, then.

You know, you're-- you're Santa Claus, right?

So I can go.

Yeah.

(SOBS)

Oh, help!

Help me!

(GRUNTING)

Help me!

Clowny!

(SOBBING)

SANTA: What the hell is that?

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

Oh god, oh god.

Clowny.

Clowny, look at me.

Clowny, I'm not really Santa Claus.

No, no, wait.

Listen to me.

I have a name.

I have a real-- No, I have a real name!

My-- my name is Charles Johnson.

Clowny, and I have a wife, a wife!

I have a wife and two kids.

Hey, Clowny.

No, no, no, Clowny, no!

Listen to me, Clowny I beg you.

Listen, I have four gorgeous grandchildren.

And their names, their names are Brian and Denise and--

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

SANTA: Clowny!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING AND CRYING)

SANTA: Clowny, it hurts so much, please!

(CRYING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(SOBS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

So, how is she?

As good as can be expected.

I think Gabbie brought some life back into her today, right?

It's nice to see her smile a little bit.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh my god, Gabbie.

She follows Sienna around like a brand new puppy.

GREG: It's concerning.

Now they're going Christmas shopping tomorrow.

Just the two of 'em?

Mhm.

Sienna wants to pick up a gift for Jonathan.

You really think that's a good idea?

They'll be fine.

Jess...

...did you not see what happened today?

What if that little episode was just a microcosm

of what's to come?

What if that shit gets worse?

I'm not gonna abandon her.

She's healing.

It's gonna take time.

She's taking her medication.

All I'm saying is, let's keep our guard up, all right?

That's all I'm saying.

Okay.

(SANTA CACKLES)

MALL SANTA: Merry Christmas!

What is your name?

This way please. This way.

MALL ELF BOB: All right, sweetie, look over here.

Ready?

Don't go past this point.

You'll be in trouble.

MALL ELF BOB: Thank you.

Next.

All right, buddy, smile for the camera.

You guys ready to meet Santa?

What are you going to ask for?

Makeup?

Yeah.

Are you old enough for makeup?

Okay. Thank you.

Next.

Hey, Gabs.

You think he'll like this?

GABBIE: Hmm.

Not sure.

I don't think Jonathan is really into black anymore.

Jonathan doesn't wear black?

Mr. Death Metal?

I don't think he listens to that anymore either.

Just a phase, I guess.

All right, well, then, what does he wear now?

GABBIE: I don't know.

Normal clothes?

Really narrows it down.

Thanks, Gabs.

Okay, sweetie.

You ready?

(KID GIGGLES)

Okay.

Thank you.

-Bye, Santa. -Bye.

At least it's better than Louisville.

You got a point, Bob.

Let's take a break.

Oh.

Sorry, folks.

Santa's gotta go feed his reindeer.

You know, I'm not in charge here.

Can we go on a break too?

Sure.

This one's nice.

Hmm, not bad.

Is it your favorite?

Top three.

All right, well, then you choose.

You know your dad better than me.

(INDISTINCT VOICE OVER PA)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH IN SLOW MOTION)

(CRYING)

GABBIE: Hey!

(SIENNA GASPS)

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

Come on, you ready?

Let's get going.

You okay?

Yeah.

(WHIMPERS)

CO-HOST: (ON VIDEO)

MIA: (ON VIDEO)

CO-HOST: (ON VIDEO)

Sienna Shaw is the prime suspect.

MIA: (ON VIDEO)

CO-HOST: (ON VIDEO)

Do you want to just do that?

Okay, she's linked to every single victim?

Okay?

She was at every crime scene?

A history of mental illness in her family?

MIA: (ON VIDEO)

CO-HOST: (ON VIDEO)

with Art the Clown?

And there's no body.

How about you show me the dead clown's body?

Dude, there's so many holes in that story.

Like, how do you not see that?

If Jonathan Shaw hadn't testified

on his sister's behalf,

she'd probably be serving a life sentence right now.

You shouldn't be saying that shit.

(LAUGHTER ON VIDEO)

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

You look great.

Your, uh, your scars are healing up nicely.

Yeah, yours too.

Gabbie thinks I look cool, apparently.

So...

...Why'd you want to see me right now?

I-- I missed you.

I mean, can't a sister see her little brother?

(CHUCKLES)

Um, actually, I was, uh,

I was thinking,

why don't you come over Aunt Jess's tonight?

I mean, why wait till Christmas Eve?

You've gotta be done with classes by now, right?

I can't, I can't tonight.

Why not?

There's a party on campus that I was invited to.

Really?

Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

That's good.

No. I'm happy.

Jonathan Shaw spotted in public!

What is this, a Christmas miracle?

Dick!

Um, Sienna, this is Cole, my roommate. Cole.

COLE: Oh, wow.

Hey, big sis.

I've, uh, heard a lot about you.

It's nice to finally meet you.

Hi.

Well, you've got a cool baby bro here, and I treat him

like he's my own.

You treat me like shit.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, he jokes.

Oh, shit.

Let me get out of here.

Oh my God.

Sienna!

You're Sienna Shaw!

I, I seriously so-- I can't believe I'm sitting here

with you guys.

I was literally just telling your little brother.

I'm sorry.

I'm probably being a little weird.

I'm just super stoked to see you.

Mia has been following our story very closely.

I am a true crime enthusiast,

and I've actually been following your case in particular

for years on my podcast, and no rush or anything,

but I do know the five year anniversary is coming up

and the fanbase is rabid.

Like, we would literally kill for anything.

I'm thinking, Get Readys with Me, What I Eat in a Day...

Just show us how you're coping.

You know, what you do on a daily basis,

anything like that.

How I'm coping?

Yeah.

How we're coping?

Well, uh, I've been in and out of a psychiatric hospital

for the past five years.

Oh.

I see images of my dead friends and relatives on a daily basis,

images that wake me up screaming in the middle of the night.

I have hideous scars all over my body,

and every time I see them,

I think of how that sick fuck who ruined our lives

is still out there.

And you want to know how I'm coping with everything?

You guys are all the same leeches.

Sienna.

Can't you act like a human being for one fucking second?

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

Sienna, what's wrong with you?

I saw him today.

JONATHAN: Who?

Where?

At the mall, with Gabbie.

JONATHAN: How can you be sure it was really him?

I'm not, I'm not sure of anything anymore.

I don't know what's real or what's in my fucking head.

Well, what'd you see exactly?

He was dressed as Santa Claus.

Santa Claus?

Okay, I know, I know how that sounds...

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

SIENNA: ...but it was him.

I could-- I could feel it.

(EXHALES)

We both know this isn't over.

You don't know that.

I mean, Jesus Christ, you cut his fucking head off.

SIENNA: Come here.

Hey, what is this?

Jonathan!

Hey, why are you shutting me out?

I'm not shutting you out.

You don't believe me?

Why would he come back here?

(SIENNA SCOFFS)

JONATHAN: Even if he was alive, which he isn't.

Wouldn't you want to get as far away from here as possible,

as far away from you?

Maybe it's me they want. Isn't that what you said?

Boy genius.

What are you, Mr. Academic now?

You think you're too good for your own--

I'm sorry.

At least I'm fucking trying.

I'm proud of you.

We need each other, okay?

I need you.

What we need to do is move on.

Let it go.

It's over.

'We have to destroy the little girl

before it's too late, Sienna.

Destroy her because she's inhuman.

A demon.'

I still have your letters.

You wrote me almost every week when I first went away.

Remember that?

All your theories about demonology, possession.

You became obsessed.

But you weren't crazy.

You were right!

I'm not listening to this.

You listen to me!

'Sometimes demons try to enter our world,

only they can't do it alone.

They have to choose a vessel, someone recently deceased

who functions as a bridge between worlds.

But not just anyone.

Someone sinister, depraved.

The worst kind of evil.

Like a serial killer?'

'If a demon enters this world in the flesh,

a counterpart must be appointed to stop it

from becoming too powerful.

It's you, Sienna.

As long as you're alive,

they're vulnerable, and they know it.'

That's why Daddy created the sword.

Whoever chose me was guiding him.

He was preparing me for this.

It's using Victoria Heyes as a host now, isn't it?

That's why she disappeared that night.

What do you wanna do?

What, do we just up and leave town?

Call the cops, tell Aunt Jess and Uncle Greg?

No. They'll never believe us.

Especially me.

I have to go back to the Terrifier.

Why?

It's still buried there, isn't it?

And if I'm right, it might be the only thing

that can stop them.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh

Hey, Santa!

Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh

O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way

Bells on bobtails ring, making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight

Sarah, get back over here!

Wow.

Thanks, Santa.

Hey, Santa's handing out presents!

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way

Santa claus is coming along Riding down this way

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Joy to the world the Lord is come

Let earth receive her king

What's going on here?

That's not Bill.

What?

MALL ELF 1: That's not our Santa Claus.

And heaven and nature sing

And heaven and nature sing

And heaven and Heaven and nature sing

SECURITY GUARD: Kids, clear out of here.

(KIDS YELLING)

SECURITY GUARD: Get goin'!

Joy to the world the savior reigns

Let men their songs employ

Who is this Santa?

He's scaring my kid.

Yeah, he's scaring me, too.

SECURITY GUARD: What do you think you're doing?

You can't be here.

I said, let's go.

Come on.

Get the kids out of here.

Sarah!

What did I say?

Christ almighty, what's the uproar, people?

Get the fuck out!

Don't come back!

And makes the nations prove

Come on!

No!

The glories of His righteousness

Corey?

And wonders of His love

And wonders of His love

Corey, get back over here!

Back in line, kids.

Time for the real Santa.

I wonder what I got.

COREY'S MOM: Corey!

(EXPLODES)

(COREY'S MOM SCREAMING)

(COREY'S MOM SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(PANTING)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(TAPS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

What's that?

(GASPS)

Jesus! You scared me.

What are you doing, snooping around like that?

Is it for me?

None of your business, nosy.

It is, isn't it?

No, it's not.

And don't even think about opening it, all right?

What happened to your hands?

My hands?

(SIENNA SIGHS)

I fell, okay?

I slipped on some ice and took a ridiculously nasty

spill in front of, like, 20 college students.

Is that what you wanna hear?

(LAUGHS)

I wish I saw that.

You think that's funny?

Come here!

No!

Christmas

(GIGGLES)

(SINISTER LAUGH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

Shady

Save us all from satan's power

Save us all from satan's power

Save us all from satan's power

(VOCALIZES)

Save us all from satan's power

Save us all from satan's power

Save us all from satan's power

(VOCALIZES)

God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay

FRAT BRO 1: Yo, grab that door?

-(DOOR OPENS) -FRAT BRO 2: Here we go.

Thank you.

That is wicked!

FRAT BRO 1: Kegs here!

(FRAT BRO 1 CHANTING)

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

SIENNA: Oh.

Something smells amazing.

You're back late.

How's your brother?

Oh, he's good.

Yeah.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

He's going to a campus Christmas party tonight.

Jonathan's going to a Christmas party?

Oh!

Nice to hear he's socializing.

Yeah.

God, these are so freaking cute, Aunt Jess.

Those are my favorite.

Do you want some?

No, thanks.

Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't like cereal anymore.

Who doesn't like cereal?

GABBIE: Sienna.

What? Sienna, you don't like cereal?

I mean, I can understand tofu or Lima beans,

but cereal's the best.

I know, honey. Chill.

Yeah, I just try to stay away from too much sugar.

GREG: You got more willpower than me.

Hey Gabs, what do you say we go upstairs

and play some board games?

Let's go.

Yeah.

I think we need some Christmas tree sprinkles.

You need Christmas tree sprinkles.

What are you in the mood for?

I have a ton.

Pictionary, Guess Who, Monopoly.

I like Monopoly.

Takes forever, though.

I never told you I don't like cereal.

What?

How'd you know I don't like cereal?

Gabbie?

Did you read my journal?

I'm sorry.

Please don't be mad at me.

Where is it?

I put it back in your room.

How much of it did you read?

Tell me.

All of it?

Jesus, Gabbie.

You-- you promised me.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to know what happened to you.

Is it true?

All that stuff about the clown and Uncle Michael?

You saw him today, didn't you?

At the mall.

That's why you freaked out.

Gabbie, I'm sick.

I see things that aren't there.

And sometimes I write about it in my journal and talk about it

with people who can help me.

So you didn't really chop off the clown's head

with the magical sword?

No.

Damn, that would've been so cool.

Gabs.

You have to promise me you're not gonna tell anyone

what you read in my journal, okay?

Not your parents, not your friends at school?

No one.

Promise me.

I promise.

Pinky swear.

Okay.

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

Let's play Pictionary so I can kick your ass.

(CHUCKLES)

COLE: You're probably still passed out.

Uh, look, I just wanted to call and see if...

...you're okay, man?

Um...

Yeah.

Gimme a call back whenever you get this, but, uh,

if you can't reach me, I'll be at the Beta bash, so...

Peace.

You don't think I was that insensitive before, do you?

Uh, yes.

Yes, I do actually.

Okay, I get it's like a touchy subject

and all, but come on, it didn't happen yesterday.

It happened five years ago.

Yeah, I don't think that's something

you ever really get over.

Well, she still didn't mean to snap at me the way she did.

Besides, talking it out is good therapy.

I was basically doing her a favor.

COLE: Wow, how selfless of you.

Well, what about Jonathan?

Do you think he'd still be willing to do it?

(COLE CHUCKLES)

I don't know, Mia.

(CHUCKLES)

Cole, I want that interview.

I mean, sitting across from someone

who actually encountered Art the Clown?

The most famous serial killer since Jack the Ripper.

It's historic.

COLE: 'Encountered.'

That's putting it mildly, wouldn't you say?

The kid was almost butchered.

You know what I mean.

I want to know what it's like to be

in the presence of that kind of evil.

What goes through your brain

when he's close enough to you that you feel his breath

on your body?

What does he smell like?

(CLOWNY SNIFFS)

MIA: When you look into his eyes.

What do you see?

Is there a soul or...

(LAUGHS)

'His eyes!'

You sound like you want to fuck him.

I don't want to fuck him.

I mean, you're friendly with Jonathan.

You said he looks up to you, right?

Maybe you can convince him for me,

Mia...

MIA: Come on.

Do it for me.

Please?

I'll be nice, I promise.

COLE: Mhm.

All I need is 20 minutes, tops.

(GIGGLES)

I'll make it worth your while.

(COLE SIGHS)

(KISSING)

Oh, wow.

You are very persuasive.

(CHUCKLES)

(MOANING)

COLE: I'll see what I can do.

(KISSING)

Okay, so remind me how to play this again.

It's been a while.

Wait.

We need more players.

Dad, come on.

NEWS ANCHOR: (ON TV)

just outside of Miles County.

Dad?

Again, five people have been declared dead at this time

and six are in critical condition.

The explosion happened around 5pm this afternoon

at the Centerville Mall, as the children gathered around

the holiday center display.

No suspects are in custody at this time,

as the investigation is still underway.

Close?

I was pretty damn close!

Too close for my liking.

Was it a terrorist attack?

I don't know, baby.

BYSTANDER: (ON TV)

There was this guy, and he was dressed as Santa Claus,

and he was handing out presents to kids.

Every little kid that was there.

I heard a commotion, and then I saw security

leading the guy out.

And then, bam!

There was an explosion right there.

Holy shit.

He's here, he's here.

It's not safe.

It's not safe.

(PANTS)

SIENNA: It's not safe.

It's not safe.

Sienna, what are you talking about?

The Miles County Clown.

I saw-- I saw him today.

Listen to me.

No, I saw him today.

-GREG: All right. -Okay, I saw him.

And I wasn't gonna say anything

because I knew you wouldn't believe me.

GREG: Okay.

And he's gonna come for us.

-No, honey. No. -He's gonna come.

GREG: All right.

We have to get-- As long as I'm here, we're in danger.

Okay? We're in danger.

We have to get as far away from here as possible.

There's no Miles County Clown, Sienna.

No, it was him, okay?

I saw him.

-GREG: Nobody's coming for-- -SIENNA: Listen to me.

JESSICA: Stop it!

You are scaring Gabbie.

Stop it!

SIENNA: Jonathan!

Jonathan! We have to call Jonathan.

I will call Jonathan.

If they know-- Jonathan, then we have to call Jonathan,

right now.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Uncle Greg.

Jonathan.

Dude, your sister is freaking out over here, man.

She saw something on the news,

and she's adamant about getting you over here

as soon as possible.

She thinks you're in danger.

What'd she see?

She saw the news, man, about the explosion.

Look, I think a few people were killed, and now she's--

Look, dude. It's bad.

I need to talk to him, okay?

Sienna!

Jonathan.

Oh! It's happening, it's happening, okay?

You need to let Uncle Greg come and get you right now.

You're not safe.

You're not safe.

(SNIFFLES)

Okay, I'll come over.

Did you get it?

Yeah, I got it.

(WHIMPERING)

See you soon.

Okay.

I gave her something to help her sleep.

Good.

You were right.

We'll talk about it when I get back.

Be careful.

Call me if anything.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

JESSICA: Hey, sweetie.

You okay?

Where's Sienna?

She's sleeping.

(SIGHS)

She's gonna go back to the hospital, isn't she?

I don't know, baby.

I don't want her to.

But if she's not well, we gotta do what's best for her.

What if she's right?

What if the Miles County Clown is back?

He's not, Gabs.

You're safe.

Sienna's just scared.

Nothing's going to happen to any of us, okay?

Just get some rest.

Jonathan and Daddy will be back soon.

Okay.

JESSICA: I love you.

Love you too, mom.

(KISSING)

(CLOWNY URINATING)

(FLUSHES)

(CHAINSAW CORD PULLING)

-(CHAINSAW BUZZING) -(GLASS SHATTERS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(COLE GRUNTS)

(MIA SCREAMING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(COLE SCREAMING)

(MIA SCREAMING)

(COLE GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

Help!

Help us!

(COLE PANTING)

COLE: Oh, Mia, no, Mia!

(COLE SCREAMING)

COLE: Mia!

No!

(COLE GROANING)

(COLE SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

JONATHAN: (ON PHONE) Hey, Uncle Greg.

GREG: Jonathan.

I'm here.

JONATHAN: (ON PHONE) Where? I don't see you.

I'm parked right where you told me.

I'm in front of your dorm.

Jonathan, can you hear me?

(LAUGH)

JONATHAN: (ON PHONE)

MICHAEL: Sisi, wait a minute.

I do have something for you.

Ta-da!

YOUNG SIENNA: You drew it!

I knew you would!

Yeah, I just-- I didn't think it was really ready,

but, um...

...you like her?

I love her.

She's beautiful.

Is she an angel?

Not just an angel.

She's an angel warrior.

You see that fire sword?

It has special powers.

She can defeat any bad guy with that sword,

and he can never hurt her.

YOUNG SIENNA: Wow.

Can she defeat Blaster Man?

Oh, yeah.

Ten Blaster Men.

(CHUCKLES)

So cool.

Well, now you get to name her.

I can name her?

MICHAEL: Of course you can.

It's your character, isn't it?

Thanks, Dad.

You're very welcome, sweetheart.

(YOUNG SIENNA WHIMPERING)

Dad?

Daddy?

(SCREAMING)

YOUNG SIENNA: Go!

Daddy!

Let go.

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(GASPS)

What's that?

Sisi, I need you to listen to me.

Look. Look at me, look at me.

I am always with you.

(SCREAMS)

(LOUD CLANGING)

(GROWLING)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(GROWLING)

-(LOUD CLANG) -(GASPS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

GREG: We have got to put a stop to this before

it goes too far, Jess.

JESSICA: What do you suggest we do?

GREG: I think we should call the doctor immediately.

That's what we should do.

JESSICA: I'm not doing that.

GREG: It's obvious she's unstable.

JESSICA: She's just confused.

GREG: Confused my ass.

Come on.

There's no telling what she's liable to do.

JESSICA: I'm not sending her back to that place on Christmas Eve.

GREG: Listen to me.

She is a danger right now.

Not only to herself, but to us, to our family.

We have to think about Gabbie.

JESSICA: Shh!

Keep your voice down.

I don't want Sienna to hear us.

GREG: Oh, I don't give a fuck if she hears us or not.

As a matter of fact, you know what I think

we should do to Sienna?

I think we should go upstairs and smother her in her sleep.

JESSICA: Then we'd be free.

GREG: Free from her bullshit.

Free...

JESSICA: Free...

GREG: Free...

SPOOKY VOICES: Free, free, free, free, free...

Free!

Crazy lady!

Crazy lady!

Crazy lady!

Crazy lady!

Crazy lady!

Crazy lady!

(LAUGHING)

VICTORIA: Crazy lady!

You're a danger to yourself and everyone else

in this fucking house.

(LAUGHING)

VICTORIA: Crazy lady!

Crazy! Crazy!

Gabbie!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

-(THUDS) -(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROANING)

(PANTS)

(CAMERA WHIRS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(CAMERA WHIRS)

(JESSICA WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTING)

Cheese, bitch.

(CAMERA WHIRS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

VICTORIA: Cheese.

(SIENNA TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(CAMERA WHIRS)

(CAMERA THUDS)

(SLAPS)

To Mommy.

Love, Gabbie.

(VICTORIA LAUGHS)

(PRESENT RUSTLING)

(ORNAMENTS RATTLE)

(GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

Try it on, Mommy.

(VICTORIA LAUGHS)

VICTORIA: Aww, it looks good on you, Mommy.

Hah!

(JESSICA SOBBING)

If you scream, I'm gonna rip your fucking tongue out.

(JESSICA WHIMPERING)

(SIENNA GRUNTING)

Where's my daughter?

Oh, what did you do to my daughter?

(JESSICA SOBBING)

I thought you'd never ask.

(JESSICA CRYING)

(JESSICA SOBBING)

Merry Christmas, Mommy.

Hi, Gabbie!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

No!

(GRUNTING)

Hi, Mommy!

We love you.

We miss you.

(JESSICA CRYING)

(LAUGHING)

That's not my daughter.

That's not my daughter.

VICTORIA: But it is!

Can't recognize your own flesh and blood?

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

I gave you a present, Mommy.

And now I want you to give me one.

(SPITS)

Fuck you!

(JESSICA SOBBING)

(SLAPS)

(SOBBING AND WHIMPERING)

No, no!

(JESSICA CRYING)

I love you, Sienna.

(SIENNA SOBBING)

(JESSICA SOBBING)

Kill them both.

Make them suffer.

(GRUNTS)

You first.

(SCREAMS)

No, no!

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

(JESSICA GROANING)

SIENNA: No, no!

(GRUNTING)

SIENNA: Stop!

(SIENNA GRUNTING)

(JESSICA SCREAMING)

No!

(JESSICA SCREAMING)

Stop!

(GRUNTING)

(FLAME HISSING)

(SOBBING)

(CRYING)

You're no savior.

(CRYING)

(GRUNTS)

VICTORIA: I'm gonna take everything you love.

Then I'm gonna invade that pretty pink flesh of yours.

And destroy you from the inside out,

just like I did this bitch.

But first, I have a confession to make.

That's not Gabbie.

(GABBIE WHIMPERING)

Gabbie!

Gabbie!

Gabbie!

Let me go!

(SIENNA GRUNTING, PANTING)

(SIENNA SCREAMS)

Gabbie!

(VICTORIA GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(SCREAMING)

(VICTORIA GRUNTING)

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

(CRYING)

Please, just let her go.

You can have me, you can have me.

(GRUNTS)

I already have you.

SIENNA: Gabby!

I'll fucking kill you!

Stop!

You cruel fuck, she's just a baby,

leave her alone!

Stop.

(SIENNA TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

JONATHAN:

It's all your fault.

I told you that wasn't Gabbie.

See you soon.

Love you.

Jonathan!

No, no!

No!

You fucking bitch!

No!

(GRUNTING)

That's it!

Come on!

Kill me! Kill me!

No!

Everything you love is gone.

There is no hope, there is no God.

Just let go!

So you can let me in!

(WIND STORMING)

(VICTORIA YELLS)

Sienna!

Sienna!

Let her go!

Sienna!

(VICTORIA SCREAMING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(PANTS)

(VICTORIA LAUGHING)

VICTORIA: Oh, you are strong, aren't you?

Now I know why they chose you.

You really love that one, don't you?

She's fighting for you, Gabby.

You're all she's got left.

And you're the only thing that's keeping her

from letting me in.

(GASPS)

Gabby! No!

No!

Don't fucking touch her!

No!

I'm sorry you didn't get to open my present.

(SOBBING)

That's not fair.

Which one is yours, sweetie?

(GABBIE YELPS)

I said which one?

The one at the back with the angels.

(SCOFFS)

The angels, of course.

(VICTORIA LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GABBIE PANTS)

Did you wrap this yourself?

(PANTS)

Shitty job.

Do you want to know what Gabbie got you

for Christmas?

Yes.

Do you want to open it yourself?

Yes.

So do it.

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

No!

(SCREAMING)

Enough!

(GROANING)

You said you wanted to open it.

GABBIE: Stop it, stop it!

Let her go!

(SOBBING)

Open it!

We're waiting.

(GROANING)

Stop it!

Let her go!

(VICTORIA LAUGHS)

(SIENNA GROANING)

(PANTING)

Hope you like it.

Best gift ever.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTS)

(VICTORIA GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Tell me how this tastes.

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKES)

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPS)

Oh, Gabs!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

(SOBS)

How did you know?

GABBIE: I opened it.

I'm a snoop, remember?

Yeah.

(CHAINSAW BUZZES)

Get down!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Gabbie!

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(CLANKING)

Come on, fucker!

(GRUNTING)

(BITES)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(CHAINSAW BUZZING)

(WHIMPERS)

Mommy!

Mommy.

(SOBS)

Mom!

Please!

Wake up!

(GROANING)

(SOBBING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(CHAINSAW BUZZES)

(CHAINSAW CORD PULLING)

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

(SIENNA MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(INHALES)

(SIENNA COUGHING)

(SIENNA TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GRUNTING)

(SIENNA COUGHING)

(PANTING)

(SIENNA GRUNTING)

(SIENNA PANTING)

(SIENNA PANTING)

(YELLS)

(GABBIE SCREAMING)

Sienna!

Gabbie!

(PANTS)

(GABBIE SCREAMING)

Sienna, I'm slipping!

(GRUNTS)

Gabbie!

(GRUNTING)

SIENNA: Reach up, Gabbie!

Hold on!

Sienna, I can't, I can't!

(SIENNA GRUNTING)

SIENNA: Grab on!

Sienna, I can't!

Yes you can, baby, reach out!

Come on!

(SIENNA GRUNTS)

SIENNA: Grab it!

(YELLS)

(SIENNA GRUNTING)

SIENNA: Come on, baby, work with me!

Come on.

Reach for it.

(SIENNA GRUNTING, SOBBING)

SIENNA: Hold, baby.

Pull up!

Sienna, I'm slipping!

Oh, God, help!

Sienna!

I love you.

(SIENNA SCREAMING)

(GABBIE SCREAMS)

GABBIE: Sienna!

(WHIMPERS)

Gabbie!

(SOBBING)

Gabbie!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GROANS)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(WHIMPERING)

Gabbie.

I'll find you.

JOE:

All is bright

Round yon virgin--

Oh, I'm sorry, are you reading a book?

Just tell me to shut up next time.

Oh, no.

It's okay.

This book is actually a lot creepier

than I anticipated.

JOE: Horror?

Yeah.

JOE: I don't, uh...

I don't get into all that blood and gore.

I'm more of a rom-com guy.

(CHUCKLES)

Frankenstein.

That's a good movie.

A classic.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BUS DRIVER: You ok hun?

(HONKS)

It's a Terrifier Christmas

Let the horror fill your heart

Do you hear footsteps, that's not Santa

It's a jolly clown named Art

He is a Miles County legend

With a smile that brings on chill

On a journey to outdo himself

Let's talk his latest kill

[indistinct lyric]

We saw your gleaming eyes

He'll kill the flesh right off your bones

And shock with a silent laugh

It's a Terrifier Christmas

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