The Legend of Halloween Jack (2018) Script

Last week 28 year-old Steven Johnson and 30 year-old Stephanie Tramer were found bludgeoned in a local woodland.

Prime suspect and local Dunwich resident Jack Cain, who police arrested 24 hours after the discovery of the bodies, is currently in court today attending a plea and trial preparation hearing.

The hearing is expected to be somewhat of a formality where the key facts are presented and a plea is made by the defendant.

Should that plea be not guilty as expected, a trial date will then be set.

Of these 16 stab wounds, five by themselves would have proved fatal.

Steve Johnson... received 13 stab wounds, mainly to the chest.

However, there were several abrasions to the palms of his hands... which would suggest defensive wounds.

The fatal blow was a stab wound to the aorta, the large blood vessel coming from the heart.

Your Honor... due to the heinous nature of this crime, and the circumstantial evidence against Mr. Cain and his lack of alibi, there is sufficient evidence for prosecution.

Anything further to add?

No, that is all, Your Honor.

Mr. Cain.

Before we proceed, I must advise you for the second time that given the very serious charges it is in your best interest to enlist legal counsel in this matter.

I'll be representing myself, Your Honor.

I have nothing to hide.

As you wish.

Before we move to a plea...

do you have any evidence you wish to submit that would contradict what the prosecution has presented?

Not at this time.

I'd just like to enter a plea of not guilty.

As you wish.

Would both counsels approach the bench, please?

The grievous nature of this crime is clear.

All of the evidence you have collected against Mr. Cain was obtained after an illegal arrest.

What?

Order in the court!

I have no choice but to move to dismiss the case.

Your Honor, you can't possibly let this man go.

He is a danger to us all.

Then perhaps the police should have read him his rights when they arrested him.

The search of Mr. Cain's car, his house, the interviews, all of it is now inadmissible as evidence.

This case is dismissed.

Guilty! I order the accused to be released in immediate fashion.

You murderer! You murdered my son!

You murdered his sister!

You know you're guilty!

You didn't read him his rights.

What the fuck is this, amateur hour?

I chased him down. We had armed police out.

In all the commotion I just made a mistake, all right?

Fuckin' right you made a mistake.

And my son and this poor kid's sister won't see justice.

Scum like Cain won't keep their nose clean for long.

Now when he steps out of line, I'll be there to take him down.

You think he'll kill again?

I don't know, but he's capable of it.

Well now we're all in danger.

Look, I'll keep this town safe.

Yeah.

Like the good job you did the first time.

Now fuck you, Joe. Listen!

If that scumbag hurts anyone else, heads are going to roll.

Look man... You made the biggest mistake of your career here, plain and simple.

You want my resignation? You offering it?

Do I have any other option? There are always options, Frank.

Doing your job is an option.

What is your job, Frank? Can you tell me that?

Uphold the law, keep the town safe.

Keep this town safe, precisely.

We all wanted justice in this case.

The law has not given us that.

Does that mean that the duty to protect Dunwich goes out the window?

No.

Johnny, you tell me son, what does justice mean for you?

I wanna see Cain suffer for what he did to my sister.

What about you, Joe?

No parent should ever bury their own child.

It's not natural.

And that piece of shit deserves to die for what he's done!

I agree.

So what are you saying, man?

Well, all of us go back a long way, Frank.

I may be the Mayor of this town but I'm also your friend.

Friends should help each other, don't you think?

Oh yeah.

So, I'm gonna help you save your job, Frank.

Joe, Johnny...

we're gonna get you justice.

And how do you propose to do that?

Zombies.

Yes.

They are my servants.

This soul killer takes men from their graves... to be his slaves.

His instruments of terror, and now this fiend plots...

...to possess a woman.

Yeah, master?

This soul killer takes men from their graves... to be his slaves...

...his instruments of terror, and now this fiend plots to possess a woman.

How beastly.


The fuck is this, a Halloween party?

It's time to pay for what you did, Cain.

You got something to say?

Look down at me and you see a fool.

Look up at me and you see a God.

Look straight at me and you see yourself.

I'm not like you.

None of us are.

Pull that trigger and you become guilty of what you accuse me.

The question you have to ask yourselves is, can you live with taking a life?

I'll not only live with it, I'll wake up smiling every fucking day knowing you're gone.

That gonna bring your kid back?

Shut the fuck up.

No. Are you tryin' to humiliate me?

No.

I'm tryin' to kill you.

Do it, Johnny. Do it for your sister.

Do it!


Get the shovels.


This goes without saying but, I'm going to say it anyway.

We never speak about this to anyone, ever.

If anyone asks, Cain left town.

We all agreed on that?

Yeah.

Johnny?

What?

We never speak about this... to anyone ever.

Agreed?

Agreed.

You've been awfully quiet, Frank.

Promise that you never tell anyone about this for as long as you live.

Let me hear you say it.

Fine.

I promise not to tell anyone about this, for as long as I live.


We're now one minute after midnight and it's officially the day when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest.

This is WKB Dunwich and I'm Jennifer Hollister signing off, dear listeners, with this golden oldie.

Happy Halloween.

♪ Hey baby I love you so ♪

♪ Hey baby let's go ♪

♪ Let's go sailing on my boat ♪

♪ By the light of The silvery moon ♪

♪ By the light of The silvery moon ♪

♪ I want to spoon ♪

♪ You see my honey Guy loves to ♪

♪ Honeymoon ♪

♪ Keep on shinin' into ♪

♪ Your silvery Beams will bring ♪

♪ The dreams we'll Be coming to ♪

♪ By the silvery moon ♪

You bastard.

You fucking bastard.

You were right, you piece of shit.

I couldn't live with it.


Life is just a dream for the dead.

Hey Dad. Morning.

You look like hell.

Thanks, I needed that.

You strugglin' to sleep? Yeah, what else is new?

Would ya like me to make you something to eat?

No, I'll be fine. I'll grab something on the way to work.

Fast food?

Come on, Dad, I'll make you some eggs.

You're too good to me, you know that?

I thought you'd quit.

I'm trying.

Not very hard by the looks of it.

I guess it helps with the stress of the job.

You're going to the Halloween party tonight?

I don't think so.

Maybe you should.

Might help you de-stress a bit.

You working tonight?

I'm off.

Was thinkin' I could head over to the party.

Could be fun.

Do you remember that word?

Fun?

I guess I haven't had much time for it lately.

Hollister.

Yup.

Oh Christ.

I'll be right there.

Sorry, sweetheart, I've gotta go.

Work.


What's happened? Johnny Tramer, suicide.

Oh Jesus. Gunshot to the head.

What's going on over there?

It's a strange thing really.

Did he dig the hole?

There was no sign of a shovel around so if he did I'm not sure how.

His hands? I've checked.

Fingernails are clean.

Strange. It gets even stranger.

How do you mean?

Check out the hand prints.

Doesn't it look like someone was buried alive here and dug their way out?

Getting into the spirit of Halloween, Brodie?

No.

It's just, just the way it looks.

It looks to me like somebody just dug a hole in a field.

Why I don't know.

Looks like there was some rain here, though.

Big hands too so, definitely a man.

He cast his hands in the mud there to boost himself out.

So, Johnny got down in the hole to continue digging then when he was done he boosted himself out.

See, that's what I thought, but I got my guys to measure the span of Johnny's hands and they're half the size of those hand prints.

So what are you saying, someone else was here, too?

Well, no sign of a shovel, two sets of hand prints.

Maybe someone killed him and intended to bury the body but got disturbed and ran away.

We'll have to see what the ballistics report says. You call the coroner?

Yeah, he's gonna have his work cut out for him on this one.

How do you mean? Check out the body.

Jesus. How long has he been out here?

Well I know he was at work yesterday, so no longer than 24 hours.

I've just never seen a body decompose in such a short space of time.

Frank?

Frank.

What?

You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

I better go see Edie Tramer. Christ.

First her daughter last year and now her son.

You gonna be okay here? Yeah, leave it to me.


Hey there.

Ellie.

This looks great.

You've all outdone yourselves this year.

Thanks.

So, are you gonna help out or are you just hanging 'round

'til we bring out the punch bowl?

Excuse me for a minute.

How's it going, Joe?

Not good.

Johnny Tramer killed himself last night.

Oh Christ. What happened?

He went to the place, you know... where the package is.

Anyway, the kid shot himself in the head.

He's dead.

Good God.

This is fucked up.

If the police start sniffin' around that area, they're gonna find more than what they bargained for.

All right. Why'd that weak little fuck have to do it there?

Stay calm, I'll speak to Frank. We'll sort it out.

I know this is a heartbreaking time for you, Edie... but is there anything Johnny said or did... to indicate that he was suicidal?

He hasn't been the same since Stephanie was murdered.

None of us have.

Did he say anything about that whole business, you know, Jack Cain?

I knew that he wanted him dead.

We all do.

Your men any closer to finding that scumbag?

Uh... not really.

He left town last year. He could've gone anywhere.

Damn you for lettin' him go.

I didn't let him go, I made a mistake.

I have to live with it every day.

Oh... poor you.

I have to live with losing Stephanie every day.

And now my son, too.

You're right.

I didn't mean to be insensitive.

I need to get back to the station.

Do you have someone coming over?

I can send someone to offer support.

I just wanna be left alone.

I understand.

I'm sorry, Edie.

Truly I am.


Hello? Hey, sweet cheeks.

You know, the 50's called.

He wants his pet name back.

I'm just tryin' to be affectionate.

I know, I'm only messing around.

How's things going?

Well, we found Johnny Tramer this morning.

He killed himself.

Oh God, that's awful.

His sister died last year, too. His mother must be in bits.

Yeah, your dad's over there right now tellin' her the news.

Oh God, that's awful.

I didn't know them that well but Dad used to hang out with their father years ago.

Speakin' of your dad, you didn't tell him about us did you?

Brodie, you are such a pussy, do you know that?

I'm not a pussy. You are.

Why the hell are you so scared of my dad?

He's the sweetest guy in the whole world.

Yeah, at home maybe but at work he's my boss and do you know how awkward it is to get caught with the boss's daughter?

Oh come on, admit it.

The risk is all part of the excitement.

So, uh, tell me. What are you wearing?

A thick woolen jumper and a hairnet.

Aw, come on Jen, really?

You really wanna do this now? Yeah, just for a minute.

Call it one of those babe shows on the TV where the girls jiggle their asses up and down.

Yeah, those cost five bucks a minute, this is free.

You're such a cheeky shit, do you know that?

So go on, tell me. What are you wearing?

Who are you talking to?

Uh, it's no one.

Talkin' to yourself?

It's this girl I know.

Okay, well don't be long.

We've got bigger things to be concerning ourselves with today.

I'll be in my office.

Sir.

Hello? Pussy.

Oh my God. What?

Right, right, check this out.

Fuck, what the hell is that? Runny funny.

Real lack of standards, your generation.

Oh my God, we've got a squirter.

All right, turn it off. This is a place of business.

All right.

Steady on, granddad.

You know when I was your age we didn't have access to any of that.

What we had was magazines. We couldn't even afford 'em.

But we'd always find, like, big piles of them in the woods for some reason.

That adds a whole new meaning to the term naturist.

So what's the fucking deal then?

It's what lads do.

Is it?

Christ, I'm not missing much.

Oh yeah, it's all about the banter.

I hear that word all the time, banter.

What does it even mean?

Well it's just, you know, needlin' each other.

Havin' a laugh and that.

And you banter all the time with your little pals, do ya?

Yeah, yeah we do.

Although yeah, it can go a bit too far sometimes.

Oh yeah? Yeah.

Look, did I ever tell ya about a lads' holiday me and a few mates took to Mexico?

No.

Right.

So there's this lad called James, you know, and he's dead cocky, overconfident, arrogant.

So one night he goes out and he gets shitfaced then he comes back to the villa and he passes out on the sofa.

So I have a thought, you know, I'm gonna take him down a peg.

So what I do is I take a condom and I put it on the end of a pencil and then...

...I pop it into his chocolate whiz one while he's passed out.

Chocolate whiz one.

Yeah, your balloon knot.

Your prison purse, your chocolate starfish.

Butthole.

Then why don't you just say that to begin with?

All right, well I'll make sure to keep my language more pensioner proof in the future.

Anyway, right, so James wakes up the next day and he has no memory of the night before.

He was so shitfaced.

All he knows he's now got a condom hangin' out of his butthole.

So he asks us, "What happened last night?"

And so we tell him.

I say, "Well mate, we saw you chattin' with this lad at the bar and next thing we know you've left with him."

So James, he starts freakin' out 'cause he thinks he's been on the business end of a stranger's pork sword.

Come on, pork sword means cock. Yeah, yeah, I know.

The description kinda tipped me off on that one.

All right, all right. So James, he's in tears and he calls his girlfriend, and he confesses to his first gay experience and he catches the next flight back home.

And I didn't tell him the truth until six months later.

So technically the only one that did anything gay was you.

How do you figure that?

You stuck a pencil in his butt. Yeah, but that's not gay.

It's a bit gay. Well no, shut up.

Yeah, you're right, banter is fun.

Anyway, I've got work to do.

All right, be back in five.

I'm going for a wicked shit.

So the kid, why'd he do it?

Well considering where he did it I'm guessing he couldn't live with what happened.

You speak to that mother of his? She's devastated.

Did he tell her what happened to Cain?

I don't think she knows anything.

All right.

Well, let me ask you, Frank.

What about you?

What about me?

I don't see you at any of these social nights anymore.

It kinda feels like you're avoiding us these days.

Did you really think things would stay the same between us?

Shit like that changes people. It certainly changed me.

You overthink everything, that's your problem.

We did the right thing. Justice was served.

Whatever you say, Milton.

Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot of paperwork to get through.


Mike, have you got the wrench?

Mike.

Are you fuckin' deaf or what?


What do you think?

I don't know.

I haven't seen anything like this since the Cain murders.

How do you wanna handle it?

This is a semi-automatic.

Just cock back the hammer, insert the cartridge into the chamber and the pistol is ready for its next shot.

Cartridges are fed through a box magazine which are fed into the handle.

If you want this one I can give you five box magazines that have 15 cartridges that come in double columns.

It's a very, very powerful machine.

Quick and easy to reload as well.

This is your .38 snubnosed revolver.

The cylinder holds seven loads.

Both semi-autos and revolvers, they have two main action styles.

Single and double action.

This little puppy, she's a double.

It's small, makin' it perfect for concealment.

But it still packs a great fucking punch.

Nifty fucking gun.

Now this motherfucker, this is me favorite.

This fine weapon enjoys the reputation of being the gold standard of stopping power.

It's an extremely reliable one-shot stopper.

It's not great for concealment, but you can blow a hole through a fucking bear with one of these things.

Fucking love this gun.

All right.

Some little piggies... they like to go to the market.

Some little piggies, they stay home.

Some like to eat lots and lots of roast beef...

but you, you little piggy you've come to buy some dodgy guns.

So which one you're havin'?

Come on, I haven't got all fucking day.

All of them.

You are a greedy little piggy, aren't ya?

I'm so sorry about Johnny.

When I heard I had to come see you.

Thank you.

Have you anyone here that can support you?

My brother's flying in tonight.

He's all I've got left now.

I know this is hard for you, Edie, but I have to ask, did Johnny say anything to you about Jack Cain?

Like where he disappeared? He didn't tell me anything.

All right.

I don't wish to be imposing but, do you have any biscuits?

Biscuits?

Yeah.

Uh... yeah, I think so.

In the kitchen.

I'll go and get them. That would be lovely.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.


Will... you die, you fucking bitch?

Die!

Fuck.

Where are the biscuits?


Mate, let's hear it for Halloween.


Oh hello, darling.

What are you doing?

I'm just doing all the decorations.

But they should've been done this morning.

Oh, well I've...

I've been really busy with all the cakes as well.

Some of them are a little bit burnt, so, uh...

What do you mean?

Um, well, um...

You haven't finished the decorations, you've burnt the food. What have you been doing?

Redo them!

What, now? Yes, do it!

Okay.


Does it always have to be like this?

Look, I apologize for losing my temper, but this has to be done.

Okay.


Only a pinpoint, a simple amount in a glass of wine.

Or perhaps a flower.

Keep it, monsieur.

Keep it.

You may change your mind.

Not dead?

Are you mad?

I saw her die.

The doctor signed the certificate.

I saw them bury her.

Captive in the borderline between life and death.

Her brain drained of the life spark.

The white zombie obeys the unholy commands of her demon master.

As mindless creatures carry out his curse at will...

...terror explodes in horror

...and heartache.

Zombies!

♪ Baby won't you Please come home ♪

♪ Baby won't you Please come home ♪

♪ I have tried in vain ♪

♪ Never more to call your name ♪

♪ When you left you Broke my heart ♪

♪ That will never make us part ♪

♪ Every hour ♪

♪ In the day ♪

♪ You will hear me say ♪

♪ Baby won't you Please come home ♪ Emergency, emergency.


Come in, Frank. Come in.

Yeah?

Come to the Boggs' house on Oak Street.

It's bad, Frank.

It's really fuckin' bad.


Looks like we got a maniac on the loose.

You okay, Frank?

Frank? Hm?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna tell you something that I've never told another living soul.

Yeah, something I've been carrying around with me for a year now.

Okay.

Jack Cain.

A year back, me, Boggs...

Joe, and Johnny... we went to his cabin.

We took him out to the field, the same one Johnny was found at this morning...

and we killed him.

We shot him point blank... then we buried him.

You serious, Frank?

It felt like the right thing to do.

But it's haunted me ever since.

Uh...

So these murders, there's now a clear link between the victims.

Mm-hmm.

Every man involved in the killing of Jack Cain is now dead.

All except one.

You know what that means, don't you?

You're next. That's right.

There's something else you should know, too.

What's that?

There's a guy... over in the penitentiary in Edenfield, name of Charlie Edgar.

He's serving life for the murder of a young girl.

A few months back word got to me from the psychiatrist that Edgar had confessed to the Cain murders.

Did you interview him?

I did, yeah.

And I gotta tell ya, when Edgar told me how it went down, I believed him.

He knew a lot of details about the murders that we kept out of the papers.

So what did you do?

I wrote a report.

And then I buried it.

Never showed it to anyone.

It was hard enough dealing with the idea of killing a guilty man.

Jesus, Frank.

I'm ashamed of what I've done.

Does anyone else know... that you killed Cain?

It's possible one of the other guys talked to someone, okay.

But why would anyone be taking revenge on behalf of Jack Cain?

The whole town lived in fear of him.

They all wanted him dead.

It could be a friend of Cain's, someone linked to him.

Yeah, that's the rational explanation.

But there's another theory.

It's not quite so rational.

And that is?

Jack Cain is back from the dead.

Look, are you feelin' okay?

You know, this is a stressful time and everything, Frank.

You know, but... And that hole in the ground, you said it looked like someone had put their hands down and boosted themselves out.

Yeah.

That's exactly where we buried Cain.

His body is missing.

Maybe someone who knows what went down stole it and wants you to think he's back from the dead.

There's just a lot of things going on right now which can't be easily explained.

We have to be open minded.

So what's our next move?

I've got an important call back at the station.

My daughter is over at the town hall at the Halloween party.

Go there and get her, and bring her to the station.

Okay, while we're on that subject... since you told me the truth I think it's only right that I tell you the truth as well.

What is it?

Jennifer, we've been seeing each other.

How long for? Four months.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything, it's just I didn't wanna say too much before things developed, otherwise things would've got awkward.

You serious about her? Very.

I love her and... I think she loves me, too.

Take this for protection, and go and get Jennifer... and bring her to the station.

Got it.

So we arranged to meet at this bar at first, and he had like seven gin and tonics in the space of an hour.

The bartender tipped me off while the guy was in the bathroom.

I still ended up going to another bar with him, though.

He ordered guacamole and refused to share it with me, while claiming he was gonna throw all the hipsters into the street.

Such a prick.

In the end we went to this all night coffee place, partly to sober him up, and partly because I'd forgotten his name, and I figured they'd write it on his cup.

So I'm guessing there was no second date, then.

No.

I think I'll give dating a rest for a while.

How's things with Brodie?

I still haven't told my dad yet.

I'm not sure how he'll react.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

He wouldn't employ Brodie if he didn't think he was a responsible guy.

True.

So, have you told Brodie you're pregnant yet?

What?

How did you know?

We're at a party and you're drinking water.

That is not the Jennifer I know.

I only took the test today.

Congratulations.

How do you feel? Just... nervous right now.

I don't know if I'm ready.

I have no idea how Brodie will feel.

It's a big step.

Don't worry, he adores you.

He'll be thrilled.

It's going to be a double whammy for my dad.

Finding out I'm seeing someone who works for him and he's going to be a grandpa?

He's stressed enough.

Hey, there's nothing to worry about.

Once the dust settles, he'll be happy.

I know how hard it was for both of you when your mom passed.

There's no other way to see this than as a happy event.

Thanks, Ellie.

John, that phone number, the one that Cain called when he was first arrested.

You got an address from it yet?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thanks, John.


Good evening.

You know a man who carries a gun doesn't strike me as secure.

In fact, I see a frightened man before me.

Vincent Crowley?

Who wants to know?

My name's Hollister.

I'm a police officer.

I wanna talk to you about Jack Cain.

I'm always open to conversing.

But I find it's a lot more pleasant without a gun pointed at me.

Sit down.

What is it you'd like to know about Jack Cain?

When he was arrested, you were the first person he called. Why?

I'm his friend.

Jack didn't have many.

I see you shared an interest in the occult.

I take it the occult as you call it is viewed upon negatively in your world.

If it's used to harm people.

The occult is simply a study of the unknown.

It explores the boundaries of our perceptions, our truths, our potentials.

It's neither good nor evil.

From what we found at his home, I know Jack Cain was using it.

Jack was always interested in exploring the boundaries between life and death.

He entertained the possibility that the world with which we are presented may not be all there is.

Is that a crime?

No.

But murdering two people is.

You think murder's funny? No, Mr. Hollister.

What I find amusing is how a lie told for long enough can become the truth in the minds of common men.

You think he's innocent?

On the night those children were murdered, Jack was with me.

We were welcoming in the summer solstice down in Sacramento Bay with a group of friends.

We didn't return home until after those bodies were discovered.

You and these friends you mention... why didn't you make a statement in his defense?

It wasn't necessary as you know.

But consider this, Mr. Hollister.

Would your system have really taken the word of people such as us?

We are the pariahs of your society.

We are the dogs you leave on the side of the road.

We don't fit into your conventions, therefore we're excluded and persecuted.

Well I don't wanna get into a debate over this.

I just wanna know one thing.

These... practices.

Can they make a person capable of defying the laws of, I don't know... physics?

An intriguing question.

It sounds like your mind is opening up to the possibilities beyond conventional earthbound thought.

Just tell me what Jack Cain believed.

Help me understand.

What is it you want to understand, Mr. Hollister?

What happened before you killed him, or after?

I'm no threat to you, Mr. Hollister. Please, relax.

The only thing a man is afraid of is the truth.

So if I'm to offer you the truth, are you ready to accept it? Yes.

The Roman occupation of Britain lasted between 43 A.D. and around 400.

Before the Romans invaded the Druid priesthood they were the undisputed power in the land.

The history is written by the victors.

When the Romans conquered the Celts they gave unflattering descriptions of the Druids.

Some described them as blood thirsty barbarians who offered up human sacrifices.

Others maintain that the Druids were gentle and peaceful and kept their authority through being in touch with nature.

The truth is somewhere in between.

You see the Druids did make human sacrifices, but they were self-sacrifices.

During Samhain, especially the 31st, when the veil between the living and the dead was at its thinnest, some of the Druids sacrificed their lives willingly.

They believed that their sacrificial blood seeping into the ground could even have the power to... raise the dead.

Did Jack Cain believe that?

His mind was open.

Is yours? What do you mean?

An injustice was committed.

The town turned against an innocent man and he was executed, and now he's back for revenge.

And with every soul he... absorbs he becomes more and more powerful.

Of course there is another explanation for all this.

Which is? You are the one that's back for revenge.

Oh, Mr. Hollister.

You came so close to a higher form of understanding.

But it frightened you... so you've returned to your conventional earthbound perspective.

In police work usually the simplest explanation is the right one.

So what now? Arrest me?

It seems like the logical next step.

No, Mr. Hollister.

The logical next step would be to take a leaf out of the Druids' book and make a self-sacrifice to save your town.

Jack Cain is no longer human.

He's becoming more than human.

He is your God now, and he's a vengeful God seeking to punish those who persecuted him.

Only a self-sacrifice will appease him.


He's the real McCoy. Yeah.

Your baby daddy's here.

Oh my God, I hate that expression.

Better get used to it. I gotta go to the bathroom.

I'll leave you guys to it.

Can I talk to you in private for a moment?

What's wrong?

My dad okay? He's fine, well sort of.

What do you mean?

He's asked me to come take you to the station.

Why? You know how I mentioned Johnny Tramer killed himself?

Yeah? We found four other bodies.

My God. Joe Johnson, Mike Anderson, Milton Boggs and Veronica.

What happened? All murdered.

Oh my God. Have you found out who did it?

No, not yet.

We got our guys out patrolling the streets.

Your dad's asked me to come get you.

Shouldn't we stay here?

I mean, there's lots of people around.

Whoever killed those people isn't going to come here.


The music cost four bucks!

What's the matter with you?

Trick or treat.

Go that way, go that way.

Get away from him!

No, please, no. What the fuck are you?


Get away from him!

Oy, you!

Come and have a piece of this.

Come on.


No, don't. It's okay.

There's no pulse.

He's not breathing.

Help!

Come here.

What's happening?

Come here, come here, come here, come here.

Brodie.

Hey.

I made a terrible mistake, but I'm gonna make up for it.

Oh my God.

I thought you were dead.

It's okay.

No, not I'm not worried.

Brodie.

Take my daughter and get outta here.

What are you gonna do?

Just take care of her.

I will.

No, Dad, you're coming with us.

I don't have time to argue. Just go.

Dad, I'm not leaving here without you.

Okay.

Go.

No, Dad! What are you doing?

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Time to pay for what you did, Hollister.

For the first time you and I are in agreement.

This ends right here and now.

Perhaps you and I will find redemption.

Then we'll see each other in heaven.

Who am I kidding?

I'll see you in hell.


October 31st is normally the time for a safe scare.

The time when kids go trick-or-treating and adults watch horror films, but last night Dunwich residents experienced a real-life horror as a Halloween party descended into a nightmare.

The town hall was engulfed in flames and a dozen people are believed to have died.

Several people are critically injured and the death toll is expected to rise.

The local fire department have not yet confirmed the cause of the blaze, but several witnesses have claimed that prior to the explosion an unidentified masked man ran into the building with a weapon, wounding and killing several party goer.

The police department have refused to comment on these reports.

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This is WKB and I'm Jennifer Hollister, signing off.

Dear listeners... happy Halloween.


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