Little late for visitors.
I apologize. I had an appointment
with warden Kane hours ago.
Traffic was murderous.
You can have an appointment with me, darling.
Hello, miss Quinn.
Uh, please, excuse my guard's lack of manners.
Around these parts, we don't get a lot of reporters
that look like... Uh, please, come in.
We're already drawing enough heat down here.
And you want to go make things worse
by sexually harassing a journalist?
Once everybody knows about this place,
we'll probably all get shitcanned.
Who cares?
You boys okay?
Is there a problem?
Uh, no, no. No problem at all.
- I don't bite. - Right. Yes.
Uh, well, uh...
Shall we get started?
Of course. Do you mind if I record this?
No, certainly not. Go right ahead.
I want everything to be by the book.
Uh, before we get started,
has anyone warned you about this place?
I don't scare easily, Mr. Kane.
But thank you for your concern.
Ah. Well, miss, there are people here
that even god is afraid of.
I'm amazed you've been able to keep a facility such as this
hidden for so long.
Well, most of the jobs left this area years ago,
so there's not much reason for people
to venture down here any longer.
Although we do get the occasional teenage devil worshippers,
but they're pretty easy to scare off.
On the record, why the secrecy?
Other facilities for the criminally insane exist.
They don't hold people without trial.
What about their rights?
Well, if gitmo can get away with it, why shouldn't we?
These monsters, they're domestic terrorists.
As far as I'm concerned, they have no rights.
I mean, do you really believe
that out of the millions of people in this country,
there aren't more than just a handful of sickos, hmm?
I mean, dahmer and Bundy and gacy,
they're just the ones that got all the press.
Here, we house the ones
that you whisper about around the campfire.
So killing them.
Would that be the answer?
Off the record?
If I didn't have those sobs up in the state house
nosing around my business,
I'd put a bullet in each of their heads.
Welcome to no man's land, miss Quinn.
This... this is what we call supermax.
That is Jeffrey ramseys.
Affectionately called animal the cannibal.
Probably heard the rumor of the famous chef
whose flank steak was to die for.
Turns out he was serving customers to customers.
The, uh, scar,
it's from one meal who fought back.
His board of directors from the restaurant chain
decided it might be bad for business if people found out
he was literally serving people, so,
they arranged for animal here to disappear.
Then there's Bradford young.
Ladies nicknamed him Dr. Suave.
He was a dentist who believed that not every tooth
could be saved.
We'll get that toothache to stop.
Don't you worry.
Just relax. It's all gonna be fine.
That should do it.
No, no, no.
Who's this handsome fella?
Ah, that's Walter Harris,
a.k.a. The taxidermist.
His specialty was birds. The more exotic, the better.
You know, darling,
you're gonna make somebody a real nice wife.
He's a big boy.
Yes, he is.
Broke three of my guards arms,
nearly killed the only doctor we had out here.
They call him Rocco the clown.
Was an underground wrestler until he accidentally killed
one too many opponents in the ring.
They spun it that he was retiring
so he could go out undefeated.
Bye-bye, Rocco.
And last but not least...
Manuel dyer.
He prefers Manny the prophet,
but since he's batshit crazy, we just call him "mental" Manny.
I've heard of him.
He's responsible for the largest mass-suicide in history.
They tried to cover it up as a giant building fire.
Oh, right a fire. A fire that not one single resident attempted to escape.
We give ourselves to you, oh, lord.
Ash to ash, we join you again.
Jesus came to me and said,
this is the way to sit beside god.
Burn away our sins, oh lord.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry.
Can we take a break from these awful men?
Of course.
Right this way.
You're such a gentleman.
I'm sorry, I just... Got a little overwhelmed.
Well, that's an understandable response.
You shouldn't feel ashamed.
I'm just really hot in here.
Yes, uh...
Well, now that you have seen who...
What we host here,
do you really think it's wise to divulge it to the entire world?
All the inmates in our system should be accounted for,
and treated fairly.
- They're still human beings. - Human?
Have you seen anything in here that's even remotely human?
It must be horrible working with such
depraved individuals.
Well, it's a dirty job but someone has to do it.
You poor thing.
Miss Quinn, what, what...
Shh.
I have this little fetish for
men in bow ties.
Ever since I was
a little girl.
Oh...
You are quite the tease, miss Quinn.
Oh, sugar, is it too...
Tight?
Please, please, could somebody help me in here?
Please, please!
You can't be in here.
I'm here for our appointment.
Here's the ball for baby. Nice and round.
Here's baby's hammer, how she likes to pound.
Pound, pound, pound!
Pound!
J“ we take a walk down the darkest road
j“ he held my hand and we lead off to midnight
j“ I loved the feeling of losing control
I I feed the hunger so it can grow
j“ he said my darkness comes from below
j' I've got a feeling I ain't gonna sleep tonight
I pray the world dies
daddy.
- How's my little doll face? - Never better.
I my daddy is the devil now he lives in me
I and when I feel the darkness
I it sets me free
Ah, the Vic was found by the cleaning staff
about 30 minutes ago, sheriff.
It's pretty gruesome in there, just to warn you.
Here's what I think happened, okay?
There's two attackers, disguised as room service, maybe.
They bust in, there's a scuffle here, they're trying to Rob her.
There's all this spilled wine. She comes over here,
grabs the scissors to defend herself, tries to stab one of them,
the other grabs the bottle, cracks her over the head.
She falls on the ground dazed.
She's climbing and clawing her way to the bed.
They're walking over her, laughing.
They pin her down.
The one takes the wine bottle, one, two,
crack, glass everywhere.
She's screaming, "oh! My head is bleeding!
You're killing me!"
She falls on one of the shards of glass.
It lodges in her neck, and when she rolls,
it slits her throat, and she bleeds out.
That's how she died.
Please dismount the dead body, deputy.
Oh, yeah, um... just...
You just contaminated the entire crime scene.
Also, are you actually holding the potential murder weapon
without gloves?
Guess who's our prime suspect when we run that for prints, now.
- May I? - Yeah. Yeah.
There was only one attacker.
He or she was already in the room.
There's no sign of struggle or forced entry at the door.
Also, there's no sign of anything missing,
so it's clearly not a robbery.
Our victim comes in to enjoy a glass of wine
when the attacker jumps out of the bathroom,
where he or she has been hiding, hence why the door is ajar.
The attacker grabs the bottle of wine,
hits our girl over the head.
You were right there.
Our victim is dazed, she puts up a fight,
and the attacker slits her throat.
Right in the aorta.
- Or jugular. - Yeah. Yeah, jugular.
Uh...
Maybe it's a Halloween thing?
Maybe. Do you have a name?
Uh, no. Her ID was missing.
Did you check with the manager?
Yeah, yeah. He speaks a different dialect than I'm used to,
but I'll give it another whirl.
I hate Halloween.
All right. Come on.
You're a grown up.
You've got this, Morgan. You're the man.
Start acting like one. Just ask her out.
It's no big deal. Huh? Right?
I mean if she says no...
You do work together.
So it'll be awkward every time you see her,
but if she says yes...
Woman: Yes! Yes!
If she says yes, then you date for a while,
and then she dumps you.
Stop, no. No, you're doing it again.
Don't stop! Don't stop!
Just, okay, look, you're a gentleman.
You're a gentleman. Go up to her.
Just walk up and say...
Man: God, I love your tits!
Jesus, just walk up and say...
Woman: Lick them! Lick my tits! Lick my tits!
Really?
My god, okay.
Just walk up and say, Laurie, I like you, and...
Man: You make my dick so hard.
Okay. I can't do this.
Don't be jealous.
Storage closet? Really?
Yeah. Employees only, baby.
Your favorite customer awaits.
You know, you're going to have to give it up sometime.
Why not him?
I bet he'd be gentle.
Maybe even cuddle after.
I am not a virgin.
I don't know why you would think that.
Laurie, my 13-year-old cousin has the same costume.
And even she is more sexually active than you are.
Well, I blame tinder for that.
And who are you supposed to be?
I'm sexy Hillary Clinton.
What?
You're saying you wouldn't vote for these in 2016?
Wow. Christina, I had no idea you were so into politics.
The mashed potatoes are lukewarm.
The steak tastes like a charred, dirty boot.
And what the hell is it you're wearing?
I'm the seventh Dr. Who.
- Dr. What? - Dr. Who.
I'm asking you what is the doctor's name.
No, I know what you're asking me, I'm trying to tell you.
Dr. Who.
Now you're just being a smart ass.
Oh, you know, I'll tell you what, Charlie,
I'm gonna take this back to the kitchen, all right,
and we're going to make you, like, a brand-spanking new one.
Okay? No more dirty boot.
Jackass.
I'm machete, motherfucker.
Well, you look like Pedro from Napoleon dynamite,
if he was into bondage.
And you, what are you? Saturday night live's fever?
Wow, you intentionally mess up that reference?
No, I'm dressed up as a real life superhero.
Me. Did you see that game last week?
Yeah, no, you're an intramural football legend.
And what are you, gay Sherlock Holmes?
Peace offering.
I need a Charlie special.
There you go.
Jesus came back from the dead quicker than this plate.
Sorry.
Enjoy.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Do we really need five people waiting on Charlie?
- No, we can let Jason do it. - Shh.
Tonight is opening night at the macon county funhouse,
a haunted attraction that has caused some controversy
in recent weeks drawing from local urban legends.
One maze is actually based on Manuel dyer's
mass suicide 10 years ago.
Is this in poor taste, or just good old-fashioned spooky fun?
Either way, fun starts tonight at 9:00 P.M.
Back to you, Jack.
It's just a bunch of right-wing a-holes
trying to shut down our Halloween fun.
But if these are based on real crimes,
those people could have families around here.
What if the ghosts of the cult are lurking in the halls?
- Oh my god, we have to go. - I'm in.
I'm taking the trash out.
Fine, we won't go.
Then you two can just hang out together. Alone.
I'm down to hang out if you want to.
We can do that, we can hang out.
Just the... no, we don't have to.
It's not...
I didn't say no.
No, I know. I was just saying.
Like, in case you didn't want to.
I didn't want to assume or any...
Just... what? Forget it.
What?
- I lost my boner. - I'm gonna kill you.
At this rate, you won't get a handsy until you're 87.
Yeah, and you're going to have herpes for the 87th time.
Yeah, he has herpes.
You can only get it once.
I don't have herpes.
Come on, guys.
Boo!
Ah!
You hit me in the head with a can of creamed corn.
Well, you snuck up behind me in the dark.
- What do you expect? - Oh, come on.
It's all in the spirit of hallow's Eve cheer.
Speaking of which, Gerardo's going to take us to the fun house.
You guys should come with.
What? I can't fit everybody.
Uh, you drive a Ford ranger, Gerardo.
Okay, it's the largest of the compact trucks.
Fine, if you can fit in the back.
I have to keep the inside clean for rosalina.
Listen, we're in. We've just got to get these two pussies to go.
I didn't say that I wouldn't.
- Oh, come on, guys. - If you didn't want to go...
Guy, come on, it's not like the funhouse is positioned
creepily in the middle of nowhere with only a broken down asylum nearby.
Haunted by the ghosts of its dead, deranged inmates.
What's there to be afraid of? Come on.
- Everything that you just said. - Mm-hmm.
Woo!
I let 5 go, come on!
Let's do it!
Will somebody bring me my check?
Everything set up like we planned?
Yes, daddy.
Then let's give the boys a tour of their new playground.
Maybe the news is right.
I mean, this whole thing feels a little exploitative.
You think our customers are gonna care that our theme
is too realistically violent?
That's like getting mad that porn has too much real sex in it.
And that “bad press" is only helping us.
#getkilledinmacontonight is twittering on the tweezer.
Who cares if someone's feelings get hurt?
Tweezer is not a thing.
What about your electric fence?
I don't want any punk kids trying to sneak in for free.
Pay, or don't play.
Oh my god!
I see the animatronics work.
Hope you didn't shit your pants there, Walt.
You still got seven hours on my clock, let's go.
Weed!
Hey, that's some expensive shit.
I was done with it.
Fucking Dennis double booked us.
No! This is wrong!
Look at these portions!
I didn't run a goddamn cheesecake factory!
These aren't even taxidermist tools.
Sorry, friends.
I got a new flock now.
UN-freaking-believable.
On the biggest night of my life,
and you guys are getting wacky with the illegal paraphernalia.
Does this look like Colorado to you?
Do I look like John freaking Denver?
You trying to get me arrested, guys?
Nobody's gonna get arrested. It's basically legal everywhere.
Not in my workplace.
Not now, not ever.
Now listen, you guys better pull your shit...
Manny: Whoa! That's a hot mic. My apologies.
Uh... guys...
You should all get back to...
Aw, fuck it. Let me hit that thing.
My fellow maniacs, all we wanted was
for our grim art to be seen by the world.
But they shunned us, locked us away,
and now they have the gall to profit off what they fear.
I don't know what Dennis told you,
but I'm the stitchface killer tonight.
And your make-up looks terrible.
I'm giving you a second chance to go down in history
as the most deranged sons and daughters of bitches
this world has ever seen.
No-one will ever forget our names.
We will be the fuel to their nightmares forever.
I think I'm gonna put you in the heisman pose.
I wonder where that other ass clown went.
Oh, what the fuck!
So tonight we're going to play a little game.
What the hell do you think you're doing, Daniel day Lewis?
This P.A. system is for announcements and emergencies only, not...
Hey, I didn't hire you.
Who the hell are you?
Well, you don't know me.
But I'm pretty sure you know her.
Eheen?
Hey, listen, man, if you're her ex or something,
it didn't mean anything. We were just fuckbuddies, okay?
That's not a very nice way to talk about my daughter.
Your daugh...
Hey, uh... listen, pal,
I'm sure you're probably not feeling good about the fact
that you couldn't keep her off the pole.
That girl's got issues, okay?
But this is a big night for me, I built this place from the ground up.
- And I'll be goddamned... - Your ego is astounding.
You think all this was your idea?
Damn straight.
My little Eileen and I have been planning this for quite some time.
You were just a puppet,
and she pulled just the right strings to ensure
that you created the perfect forum for our return.
Sadly, Pinocchio,
we no longer have any use for you.
I hope you like lawsuits.
'Cause I'm gonna sue the shit out of you.
Where was I?
Aw, yes. Daddy has lots of presents for you tonight,
so, just like Christmas, feel free to rip them open.
This girl used to kill popular kids at school.
She used to stitch their eyeballs!
- She did! - No, she didn't.
What was her name? What was her name? You remember.
- Her name is stitchface. - There it is.
- My god! - That's right.
My brother's best friend's sister's cousin
knew one of the kids that went missing.
There are so many degrees of separation in that.
So stitchface, she's up in statesville too, huh?
Some say there are dozens of criminally insane
patients still up at statesville.
- Randall and I have been there 100 times. - It was like, two times.
And I'll tell you, it's more surveiled than Morgan's Internet history.
Okay, my cousin's Larry's uncle's best friend...
You're such-shut up!
Okay, knew a guy who disappeared.
Oh my god.
Well, I don't know about you guys,
but so far this traffic jam ride's pretty sweet.
- Yeah. - Gerardo!
- Why are we not moving? - Shut up!
Woo!
I hate Halloween.
Why?
Because you always send us to the same cheesy haunted houses.
Play the same 12 pop songs to the same annoying pre-pubescents.
That's why we should get into podcasts.
Nobody listens to the radio anymore.
Why don't you partner with my nephew, who's 10?
Come on, we're partners. We're butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid.
We're as dead as they are on radio.
- Can I...
Help you two gents?
- Uh, I'm Bob. - And I'm Dave.
We're Dr. Dave and Mr. Bob.
- Senor Bob. - Whatever.
We're the DJs from wkde, and we're here to cover the opening.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
You're the two guys from that morning radio show.
Well, yeah. We used to be.
- About 15 years ago. - 17.
Oh, yeah.
It's been a while since I could listen to the radio.
Is that, uh...
Yeah, well, can't say I blame you.
I wouldn't listen to us either if I didn't have to.
Yeah. Uh, amigo, you got a little, um...
Flavor saver right...
Right there, yeah. Huh?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, no, don't...
No, don't do that.
Okay, okay.
- Okay, you got it. - Got it. You did it.
Uh, listen, uh...
I'll just tell my guys to bring the trucks back to...
Back of the beard... Back of the building.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. The stage is right in the center.
That's great.
Super, thank you. All right.
- Bon appetit. - All right. Nice guy.
Dr. Dave.
J“ cabinet falls as spider flutters
j' doesn't it make you wonder?
I it could be who escaped from under
welcome.
Oh. Free to the clergy.
Well, I don't know about you, Bob, but it looks like
a killer scene tonight here at the macon county funhouse
on the land of illusion stage.
That is right, Dr. Dave.
People are literally losing their heads to get in here tonight.
It's crazy.
I hope you mean that figuratively, Bob.
Otherwise, I'm making a run for it.
I'll be right behind you.
Stand here, please. Thank you.
As I've always said, folks, quit while you're ahead.
- Absolutely. - While you have a head.
Perfectly said. Quit while you're giving...
No, we can't go there.
I've never been here but I don't like...
Welcome!
You'll not escape this park!
I'm totally instagramming this.
We may need crowd control.
I haven't seen a line like this since that Justin bieber concert.
- Are you a bieber fan? - I'm not a belieber, Bob.
- Okay. - Not a belieber.
You go first, Robbie.
I'm not scared.
Where's Robbie?
He's probably outside waiting for us.
The haunted hayride is the same thing.
#besthauntedhouseever.
#ourfriendgot kidnappedbykillers!
#iongesthashtagever.
Uh, don't forget, folks, you bring six two liter bottles of shasta,
- what do they get, Bob? - You get $5 off the entry fee.
That's right, folks. Cashta for your shasta.
You'll be saving an arm and a leg.
Okay.
I tell you what, we're going to take a little break here,
and we'll be back in a few minutes.
Keep on having a good time there, macon county.
That is not a good deal, Bob.
Getting off in 40 minutes.
Oh, where you going, Danny lame-o?
This place is too scary for me.
Besides, only white people like this shit.
Hey, how are we gonna get home?
There are a lot of white people.
Jesus Christ.
Okay, please tell me that he licked his lips
at all of you, not just me?
We're in. We're in, baby!
Adorbs. Who's protecting you?
Why are you friends with her?
We work together.
Just such a cunt.
No way you live, no way.
Oh, got you, top hat.
Picked the wrong sheriff's deputy to mess with.
Got you dead to rights, brown jacket guy with weird hair.
Ooh, trick shot. Nobody can stop me.
I'm unstoppable.
Like Jesse James.
Macon county sheriff's office, deputy Doyle speaking.
They killed my friend!
There's blood everywhere, please help!
Yeah! Oh, yeah, um...
Just, sorry, one second.
You called the right place. Um...
Please just try to remain calm.
Uh, police are coming. Where are you?
I'm at the macon county funhouse
someone killed my friend!
Okay. Did you get a good look at the killer?
She looked like your mom last night!
What? That doesn't even make any sense.
That makes even less sense than what you just said.
This line is for emergencies only, okay?
I have called ID. If you call back, your butt will be arrested.
I can trace you.
My butt? Who talks like that?
Who-the law. The law is who talks like that.
Okay? I am the law.
Not gonna let one bad apple sour my night.
No! Really?
I was on level 48.
Oh, dude, why do you think we like this so much?
Uh, obviously it's the high of fight or flight adrenalin...
Help me!
Please!
Why, what's happening?
Oh, they gotta cast some better actors,
because you suck, dude! You suck.
No! Oh, god, ah!
I don't want to go first, I don't want to go first.
I don't want to go first, ah!
Stop it.
I feel like they're real.
I feel like they're going to jump out.
- Why are we in the front? - I don't know.
- Oh, look at his... - That's gross.
Ew, that's awful!
Come on, man.
I'm vining this.
Help me! Help me, please!
Christina, come on!
Ew, ew, ew!
Oh my god! Oh my god! That's amazing.
That's amazing, dude, did you see that?
Get some of that shit.
You're doing good.
- Go, go, go.
Sadly, this place is less depressing than
my actual high school.
Oh, god!
Oh my god, this looks so real.
It's probably pig intestine.
It's what they use in day of the dead.
How do you know that?
Uh, I'll take weed and Wikipedia
instead of paying for college for 500, Mr. Trebek.
Get away! Get away from me!
- Jason, stop! - I'm coming, I'm coming.
Oh, dude.
There's got to be something there, for sure.
Whoa!
Oh!
Shit, that looks so real.
Her neck literally slit open.
That other one's fucking hot.
That was awesome!
Can you help me find a bathroom?
- Hell, yes. - Wow, real subtle.
I'm sorry, was that too subtle for your virgin ears?
We're gonna go fuck.
Go find a funnel cake or something.
Funnel cake. Uh-huh.
And then there were two.
Do you ring toss?
Well, not like professionally.
I don't think I know anyone who does that professionally.
Oh, no?
My cousin's brother's sister knows a guy.
Oh, who's best friends with the national champion...
Fresh security guard.
Sashimi grade.
Mami, I thought you said you were getting off work soon.
I know, I'm ready for you.
You got more patients?
You know I'm going to be your only patient tonight.
No, no, of course I'm ready.
No, I can't go to your place.
You know your cat hates me.
I'm also a little allergic to cats, I told you.
Oh, I'm not allergic to that cat, baby.
In 30, 35 minutes?
What?
Okay, fine, okay.
Tell me what to do.
I let me out of this prison
I some day
I someday I 'ii be a better man
I hey, hey, hey, hey
I hey, hey
no, the big one, the big one.
Was that girl hotter than me?
- Of course not. - That's what I thought.
Hey, don't let that touch the ground.
I'm not gonna put that back on now.
Okay. Oh, yeah.
You hear something?
Of course I heard something. We're in a haunted funhouse.
- Don't be silly. - Sorry.
Oh, yeah! Oh, to the left.
Left, left, left. No, no, no, the right.
A little bit. Yeah.
Right there, right there, right there.
God! You suck at this.
Come here.
- Sorry! - Oh yeah.
Call me a superhero.
Superhero! Oh, yeah!
- Oh my god! - Oh my god!
I got a cramp, I got a cramp.
Okay, yeah.
Call me Mr. President. Call me Mr. President.
Yeah, off the forehead.
Oh, come on.
Let me guess. Your friend's been murdered at the funhouse.
They're coming after me now.
Wow, that was actually pretty realistic.
Why don't you freshen up? I'll go get us a corn dog.
I think I've had enough meat for one night.
You want a beer, then?
Does it look like I drink beer?
Well, does it look like they have skinny margaritas?
Do you think they've ever had sex in a non-public place?
Nope. They're shameless.
But I get sometimes how the danger element can be fun.
Don't you think?
No. No, I get nervous peeing at the diner.
Okay.
So, um...
Have you ever had sex in a public place?
Oh.
- Maybe. - Yeah?
But I usually save the sex talk for the third date.
Finally got one.
So, which date is this?
I'm sorry, what?
Uh...
I was just saying that it's your turn.
Just like all my favorite stuff.
Um, what about liquid nitrogen?
Walt Disney, the t-1000, and, uh, semen.
That's the weirdest conversation I've ever heard.
Always.
- Hey. - Here he is.
That was fast.
That's what your mom said last night.
Oh!
Not a good thing, if she said that.
It was a good thing when she said it to me,
because I was still inside.
Oh, double down the mom joke.
You never stop.
I won't stop. Not until she tells me to stop.
- There's a hat trick. - I'm hitting it right.
Oh, come on, guys.
Jeez.
Someone takes their job a little too seriously.
What are you gonna do? Cut me with that?
Okay, isn't this a timeout zone for the freak show?
Crazy bitch!
You cut my face!
She should be here by now.
Maybe she got lost.
This place is literally a maze.
Yeah, you guys are right.
We should definitely split up and go look for her.
Yeah, especially if there's some candy apples on the way.
It's like babysitting toddlers.
Who are always stoned.
Bitch!
You'll pay for my face!
Hodges.
This is Sam Myers. I received a call from your deputy, Doyle
about one of my reporters, Jessica Quinn.
Yes, do you happen to know why she was in town?
She's a freelancer, I really don't know anything
until the story's on my desk.
But before she left she mentioned something
about an old asylum near your town.
Is everything okay?
Thank you for your help. Be in touch.
You've reached the voicemail of deputy William Doyle.
Please leave a message after the beep. Beep.
That was me.
Is that Christina?
- Christina! - Jason, wait up!
Guys? Guys?
Where the fuck are you guys?
Guys?
Oh, shit.
Jason!
Okay, guys, we already split up twice.
Third time is not a charm!
- Laurie! - Come on!
Where are you? Christina?
Jason?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Christina! Christina, baby!
Christina!
Christina, baby!
What the fuck is going on here?
Oh my god!
- Fucking... - No, no, no!
We have to get out of here!
No talking in class.
We have to get out of here!
Hey! Hey, guys.
Where have you guys been?
- Um, we've been... - Looking for Christina.
- No, no, no! - Jason, Jason, Jason!
- Jason! - Whoa, man, what's the matter?
It's not funny, you guys. This is all real.
- People are dying! - It's locked!
- They locked us in! - Oh, come on. What?
We can't get out. They locked us in.
Now would be a good time to run.
I always thought a fear of clowns was
just subverting what used to be a happy childhood memory.
Although this clown is pretty scar...
- Randall! - Wow.
This town was a paradise before you brought in
all your dugs and hook-whor... Prostitutes and violence.
You scum make me sick, you know that?
Doyle!
Hi. Just, uh... you scared the bejeesus out of me.
Why aren't you answering your phone?
Uh, had a coffee accident.
Again?
Why is the station line off the hook?
Yeah, sorry about that. It was just a bunch of prank callers
from the funhouse messing with me.
Gear up. We're going to statesville.
The asylum?
We're going on a mission. It's go time.
This is so cool.
All right, right behind you, sheriff.
Do you have an extra set of keys?
Mikey, hurry!
Ah!
Wait, wait, wait! It's Mikey!
- Wait, Laurie! - Come on.
Come on!
What the fuck!
Go, go, go, go!
They've locked the gate!
- Climb it! - No, it's electric, it's electric!
- Go under! - Oh, god!
Laurie, go under!
- Shit! - Come on! Laurie!
Get off my friend!
No! Jason!
Just go!
Morgan, go get help!
Laurie!
Miss?
Are you okay?
Are you dead?
Holy fuck.
Sheriff's department. Anybody here?
Are you hoping the killer answers us?
I thought that's what we're supposed to say.
Whoa!
He's dead. He's definitely dead.
Oh, okay. I'll follow you.
Doyle!
Go on without me, it's okay.
What kind of shoes are you wearing?
Dispatch, I need immediate backup and forensics
- to my location, now. - What's going on?
What were you saying about the kids and those prank calls?
Just that their friends were being murdered at the funhouse, why?
What, what?
Oh, crapola.
I hate nature. I hate nature.
Woo! I'm saved!
Stop, or I'll shoot!
Wait, what?
What the fuck?
Hands where I can see them!
I can't raise my right arm because you just shot it!
Did I say take the shot?
I'm sorry, there was a lot going on.
I don't remember, honestly.
I take it you're not one of the bad guys.
The bad-oh, you mean the deranged serial killers
who are pretending to be haunted house characters and killing everybody?
No, I just came from there.
I didn't know it was more dangerous out here.
- May I? - Yes.
I'm terribly sorry, sir.
In my defense, I yelled at you from the cop car, but you just...
Kept running at me.
I don't have a weapon.
You're threatened by my awkward running skills?
You barely grazed him.
Now, you said killers, with an “s...
How many are we talking about?
Yeah, I don't know.
It was like, five or six, I think.
Oh.
We have to go in there.
Jesus.
Okay, time out. Quick headcount here.
You me and this kid are going to go take on
five or six serial killers?
With no backup?
I thought you could use some help.
After all, machete does the cutting.
I'm confused. Is that the real machete?
I've never seen the films. They're too violent for me.
It's okay.
That's it, that's it.
I bet you've got great teeth.
No! No!
Your bicuspids...
Somebody must be a teeth grinder, huh?
One patient at a time!
Get off of me! Get off of me!
Hey, doc?
I always hated going to the dentist.
Come on. Are you okay?
- Yeah. - Come on.
I got you.
Wowsa, sure glad we get to watch the mayhem
from the safety of our booth, Bob.
Well, yowza, Dr. Dave, I wouldn't be too sure,
because here comes one of those maniacs right now.
And I got to tell you folks,
these guys take their jobs real, uh, seriously.
I am kind of freaked out by weirdo Jesus here.
You should be.
Uh-oh, folks. Looks like Bob just got murdered.
It's about time.
Bob?
Okay, joke's over, you got me.
You know what I hate more than...
Stupid people?
- Velcro? Democrats? - Fucking radio DJs.
- We're live on the air. - Fuck! I'm sorry.
What's wrong with you, bozo?
Pretty much everything.
Hello, boys and ghouls.
We've come to a very special portion of the evening.
You having a good time?
These games look so fun.
I'm not going to play them now with all these dead people.
That would be in poor taste.
If you say one more thing, I will shoot you myself.
All right, come on.
You're gonna be okay.
Why did you do that?
Are you crazy? Do you know what's happening out there?
Yeah, I'm taking nutshots from a Bumblebee.
Okay, come on, you have to help me.
What the hell happened to him?
You don't want to know.
I am amazed at how desensitized you all are.
You have been lapping up Gore like a ride at Disneyland.
You truly are sick individuals.
But the thing is, it's all been real.
It's all been real.
We really are killing people and we have been all evening.
You don't believe me.
You don't believe me?
He's alive?
Relax, Catherine. It's only death.
I think it's time for our final act.
Make it a good one, boys!
Move! Move!
Listen, you guys collect as many people as you can
and get them the hell out of here.
What are you gonna...
Okay, uh, guess it's just us three amigos.
That's because it's three of us.
Not because I'm racist. I have a lot of Mexican friends.
A couple blacks.
Let's go.
Hey! I don't do take out!
Hey, man, what the hell? Get off of me!
I can't walk anymore.
Okay. You're gonna be okay.
He literally can't walk. He's gonna get us killed.
He can hear you.
Hey, man, I'm getting the fuck out of here.
You look nice today, mom.
Oh, Laurie, please be okay.
Hurry, hurry!
Head towards the main road, help's on the way. Go! Move!
Move! It's okay.
Clown!
Whoa, okay.
No way you live. No way.
Oh, shoot. Okay, yeah.
Oh, come on!
Oh, fiddlesticks.
You are so bad at this.
Morgan!
Holy shit!
Oh, oh, not dead! Not dead!
Still alive! Still alive!
Go, 90:9°: 90:9°!
Gerardo!
Um, he was a friend.
The maniacs got him.
I just wanted to dress him properly.
I know this looks bad, but...
They gave me inferior tools.
You can shoot him.
There was so much more blood than I expected.
I've never shot a man.
Clearly.
All right, get it out.
Okay, uh, just give me a minute.
I got this, uh...
Standby for a plan.
Okay, look, there are plenty of people out there
right now that still need our help.
We can selfishly try and save ourselves,
or we fight back.
That, uh, took the words right out of my mouth.
That's exactly what I was gonna say.
So, what psychos do we have left?
Well, there's creepy clown dude.
Psycho stitch-bitch. Tubby chef.
Yeah, and Jesus manson.
Okay, Bumblebee, you go gather a group and go after stitchgirl.
Machete and Dr. Who go after tubby chef.
And I'll take creepy Jesus.
What about scary clown dude?
Uh...
Just hope none of us run into him?
- Yeah, that sounds good. - Yeah.
- That's a good plan. - Great. All right.
Okay.
- Laurie? - Yeah?
I'd really love that third date so let's try not to,
you know, die, okay?
Okay.
I guess that's us.
Let's go.
Third date.
- You ready? - Yeah.
I can't believe how many of you
allowed us to kill you tonight.
Ha ha ha!
We finally have a challenger.
Daddy!
Don't worry, sweetheart, the gun pointed at my head
is purely for show.
This young lady and I go way back.
She's just a bit irked about her mother.
I've got her.
Guys?
I knew it was gonna be me.
Are you using me as a human shield?
Absolutely not.
Don't move!
I thought we'd lost you in the fire.
Turn around.
Look at you.
You're so beautiful.
It's uncanny.
You look so much like your mother.
Relax, dad.
It's only death.
You want a cook-off, bitch?
Think fast, fry cook.
Why the fuck is that on?
No! No!
Ugh.
You got this, Doyle. You got this.
Hey there, big guy.
You know, I've been thinking. You and I,
we got off on the wrong foot completely.
I shot at you first.
That, that's on me, you know?
And, honestly, for someone who would wear
another person's face on top of their own face,
you seem like a fairly reasonable, human thing.
So why don't you just stop swinging the hammer,
put it down and you and I can talk about it?
Man to giant man.
Or not.
Wyatt earp, mother...
Hey, stichbitch.
Now we all have fun toys.
Let's play.
Let's have a family reunion...
In hell.
Fuck!
Whoa, no, no, no, no!
Don't shoot! It's me, Doyle.
You guys, I cannot believe that we survived.
What are the odds?
Morgan?
Yeah?
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Get down!
Shoot him you fucking idiots!
What the fuck?
We got one more for ya.
All right, hurry up, bring her in.
I we took a walk down the darkest road
I he held my hand and we lead off to midnight
j“ I loved the feeling of losing control
I I feed the hunger so it can grow
j“ he said my darkness comes from below
I I've got a feeling I'm not gonna sleep tonight
I pray the world dies
I and so I ran far away from home
j' his hands are gongs to lead me in the night
I I love the feeling of losing control
I I feel it breathing, I feel it grow
j' as I move in the shadows below
j“ I've got a feeling I'm not gonna sleep tonight
I pray the world
j“ dies this night
I my daddy is the devil
I now he lives in me
I and when I feel the darkness it sets me free