Tensions start to run high as our favorite radio host finds a way to make a quick buck, while another person takes off their mask and reveals their true self...
*Jumping off from where the previous episode ended, Carolina questions Anya furiously as Kimberly watches from a doorframe*
Anya: The person you are looking for…is Noah! Noah Grays!
Carolina: Seriously?
Anya: Yes! I swear…I swear on my life!
Carolina: I’ve known that boy since before he started puberty…I’m quite confident he didn’t do this…
Anya: I saw him do it!
Carolina: Do what?
Anya: I was going door to door delivering the weekly Enviromental Newsletter when I saw him…walking out of his house. I hid in a bush and watched him drag everyone else out of the house…
Carolina: So you’re saying that Noah Grays, who can barely count to 100 and was on the verge of failing out of high school, is the one behind kidnapping my siblings and probably murdering the town detectives?
Anya: Yes but…he wasn’t alone! There was someone else there!
Carolina: Who?
Anya: I don’t know…they were wearing a gas mask, like one of those really creepy ones they used in the war
Carolina: So you’re saying that Noah and a random person in a gas mask are a pair of serial killers?
Anya: Yes…yes, I am!
Carolina: But that still doesn’t explain why you broke into my house wearing a dark hood and carrying a knife, then trashed the place!
Anya: I saw the door was open, so I came in, then I saw you two in here and I thought you were also intruders…I’m so sorry!
*Carolina shakes her head, the puzzle pieces still not adding up. Kimberly stands back, waiting for instruction*
Carolina: For now, we’re going to put you in the basement, and when you’re finally ready to tell us the truth, we’ll let you go…
*Kimberly steps forward, and the pair help Anya to her feet, walking her over to the basement door*
Anya: Please…I’m sorry!
*They open the door, tossing Anya inside, before quickly locking it behind her*
Kimberly: This feels so wrong…
Carolina: She broke into my house with a knife and threatened us with it. I don’t know where the fuck the police are right now, but until they show up the entire town is safer if she’s locked up down there
*Kimberly nods, starting to understand Carolina’s reasoning*
Kimberly: Do you think anything she said is true?
Carolina: Do I think Noah Grays is a raging sociopath who is keeping my siblings in some sort of evil saw-style dungeon right now? Honestly…no, Anya’s clearly high or something
*Kimberly nods, but seems distracted thinking about something else. Carolina decides to double bolt the basement door, before standing back and dramatically sinking to the floor*
Carolina: If only this nightmare would hurry up and end already…
~~~~~3 YEARS AGO~~~~~
*A younger Anya stands outside the high school, bag firmly in her hand as she stares at the hoards of teens going inside. Behind her, an older girl taps her on the shoulder, before introducing herself*
Cassie: Hey, I’m Cassie Parker…I assume you’re Anya Rogers, the new girl right?
*Anya nervously nods*
Cassie: The principal asked me to show you around…I’m the head of the Student Council and it’s very important to me that everyone enjoys their time at this school! We can wait for the morning rush to clear out then I’ll give you the grand tour…does that sound ok?
*Anya smiles at Cassie, nodding more enthusiastically now. As the final few students rush into the school, Anya follows Cassie inside*
Cassie: Here at Golden Valley High, we are more than a school, we are a community!
*As Cassie says these words, two girls suddenly run out of a classroom screaming at one another*
Girl 1: YOU HORE, YOU SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER!
Girl 2: BITCH, YOU SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND FIRST!
Girl 1: AT LEAST MY MOM ISN’T A PORN STAR!
Girl 2: AT LEAST MY MOM DOESN’T WORK AT CHICKEN HUT!
*Their screaming continues until a teacher follows them out of the classroom, angrily shouting them back inside. Cassie quickly pulls Anya away from the scene, and continues down the corridor*
Cassie: We have loads of clubs here to suit everyone’s interests! We have darts…swimming… environment…there have even been petitions to start a Drag club but the principal isn’t exactly eager. Everyone finds friends here, no matter what!
*Kimberly struts past the pair, trying not to meet Cassie’s eye. She still stops her anyway*
Cassie: Hey, Kimberly, I’d like to introduce you to-
Kimberly: Not interested. Don’t care…
*Kimberly continues walking down the hallway, Cassie’s confidence now clearly knocked*
Cassie: Sure, some people here aren’t exactly great, but once you get to know them all they are sweet on the inside!
*They reach the end of the hallway, Cassy smiling beside a door reading “7D”*
Cassie: This is your homeroom…it’s one of the biggest rooms in the school, and Mrs. Bagwaggle is a lovely teacher, she used to be married to the mayor, actually!
*Anya opens the door to see her class. At the back of the room, Camila’s cult chat about the latest gossip of the school. Noticing an empty desk near them, Aya makes her way over. As she sits down, Noah quite angrily turns to her*
Noah: Did someone invite you to sit here?
Anya: This is the only seat available though…
Noah: This row is invitation only. Find somewhere else!
*Anya scans the room, but is unable to see anywhere. Mrs Bagwaggle is too busy watching Maria Sweeterson’s YouTube videos to care about what her class is doing*
Anya: There’s nowhere else for me to sit…
Noah: Then sit on the floor or I will peel your nails off and eat them like potato chips!
*Crying, Anya stands up and sits on the floor next to a desk a few rows in front*
Mrs Bagwaggle: Noah…
Noah: Yes, Miss?
Mrs Bagwaggle: Let the girl sit down, please
Noah: But it’s Zoe’s seat, it’s been hers since the start of the year!
Mrs Bagwaggle: Well, Zoe’s not in today. Let the new girl take a seat
*Noah rolls his eyes, as Anya gets up, sitting down next to him*
Noah (whisering): This isn’t over, you need to understand that…
~~~~~PRESENT DAY, LARA ANDREW’S HOUSE~~~~~
*Heidi, Maria, and Cecily all sit on Lara’s couch as she pours red wine into fancy glasses*
Heidi: I’ve got an important meeting tonight…can we do this quickly?
Lara: Of course…as the three of you know, I recently got a tip off that some people in this town are not as honest as they seem…
Maria: I hope you aren’t implying we have something to hide?
Lara: Well…as I rather like you three ladies, it would be a shame if those secrets were to get out, would it not?
Cecily: Are you blackmailing us?
Lara: No!
Maria: Of course she is…
Lara (smiling as she turns to Maria): I’m not the one who held a charity stream asking my fans to donate for the greater good, only to keep all the money, am I?
Maria: That…never happened!
Lara: Of course it didn’t, of course…$20,000 you raised, didn’t you? Quite a sum of money don’t you think…nothing to be sniffed at after all
Maria: And it all went to the greater good in the end…
Lara: That greater good being a full Gucci outfit…
*She then turns to Cecily, who seems extremely nervous hearing this about Maria*
Lara: Cecily…is it true you really slept with the head of the UCL admissions office to get your little pumpkins into college?
Cecily: I…um…no!
*Lara finally turns to Heidi, who seems the most nervous of them all*
Lara: Heidi…the girl who bullied another model so much she went on to hang herself from a bridge…
Heidi: That was her choice…I never touched her!
Lara: Sometimes, words cut the deepest…
Cecily: What do you want from you?
Lara: Well, now you all know each other’s deepest darkest secret…I’d quite like to take a vacation to Bali!
Heidi: So that’s it? Do you want us to pay for your vacation to Bali? We can do that, can’t we ladies?
*The other two both nervously nod*
Lara: That would be nice, yes, but when I come home, I’d quite like an upgrade. That mansion on Bismark road seems rather tempting…
Heidi: It’s a very risky road you’re taking here…
Lara: Oh I’m aware of that, so I have so extra security. If anything happens to me, the secrets of everyone in this town will be automatically broadcast on repeat to the entire town! So there, those are all of your options, on the table…
*Lara reaches to the counter next to her, revealing her cheque book*
Lara: Let’s start with a nice, easy number. $5k from each of you. Not a lot. It seems rather reasonable if you ask me, but that should be enough for a two-way first class flight and a very nice hotel in my dream destination…
*Lara hands the cheque book and a pen to Maria first, who begrudgingly writes in it. She then hands it over to Heidi, and then to Cecily*
Cecily: Are you done literally robbing us?
Lara: For now! This isn’t over though, after I get back from my trip I have my sights firmly set on that mansion, I’m sure you understand being career women like myself…
~~~~~
*Meanwhile, in Matthew and George’s dorm, the pair chat over a large bowl of popcorn while watching the Scream marathon on TV*
George: Lara’s really stepped over a new line…
Matthew: Is this to do with the secrets she announced live on air?
George: Yeah…she basically announced to the entire town she was blackmailing them…
Matthew: Well, as long as there’s nothing about us in there, that’s absolutely fine by me, they probably deserve it to be honest…
George: Yeah, I guess so…I got nothing to hide, you got nothing to hide, right?
*Matthew shakes his head*
George: Then I’m sure we’ll all be absolutely fine…
*Their attention turns back to the Scream marathon, meanwhile, the Brancati’s watch the same from their couch, Paula clearly struggling to stay awake again*
~~~~~
Paula: This is more exhausting than I thought it would be…
Pauline: If you wanna go to sleep, it’s fine by me. We’ve still got a long way to go…
Paula: I’ll try to stay awake for a little longer…not sure I’ll make it through all six movies though…
*Pauline watches over her daughter, her eyes both loving but also extremely concerned*
~~~~~33 YEARS AGO, THE MATERNITY WARD OF A HOSPITAL~~~~~
*Pauline, heavily pregnant, screams in pain as a doctor waits on the other end of the bed*
Doctor: I can see the head…keep pushing!
*Pauline screams in pain again as she pushes, the baby now emerging from her body*
Pauline: Why isn’t it…crying? Is my baby ok?
*The doctor quickly speaks to a nurse as Pauline screams again, pushing once more. The doctor rushes over to the baby as it finishes coming out like one of those poops that takes forever to leave. The baby is covered in blood, and not crying*
Doctor: Nurse, starting CPR…
*The doctor starts pushing on the baby’s chest with his thumbs as the nurse tries to comfort Pauline*
Pauline: What’s…happening…is my baby ok? Paula, is she ok?
*After a few minutes of trying with no success, the doctor is forced to give up*
Doctor: Miss Brancati…I’m so sorry to tell you this but your baby didn’t survive…
*Pauline begins to cry in a dramatic montage as day turns to night and back into day. Now getting ready to leave the hospital, Pauline signs her final discharge papers*
Nurse: Miss Brancati…I’m so sorry form your loss…
Pauline: Yeah…ok…are you though?
*Pauline walks away from the desk and out of the hospital. As she walks out of the hospital, the notices another single woman pushing a baby in a pram. Waiting until no CCTV cameras are visible, she approaches this woman*
Pauline: Wow, what an adorable child you have, what’s her name?
Woman: Oh…thank you! Her name is Roberta!
Pauline: Well…congratulations!
*As the woman turns her back, Pauline takes a deep breath, suddenly grabbing her from behind and choking her. The woman makes a strangled sound before Pauline lowers her to the ground. Checking she is still alive, Pauline runs over to her baby*
Pauline: Hello…I’m taking you away from that nasty woman, she doesn’t want the best for you…but I do, Paula, I want the best for you…
*She picks the baby up out of its pram, tightly holding it in her arms*
Pauline: Let's go home…you’re safe now, I’ll never let anything happen to you…
~~~~~PRESENT DAY, THE UNDERGROUND DEATH TRAP~~~~~
*After a few more hours of waiting in darkness, the speaker finally crackles back to life, the teens shuddering as it makes its next announcement*
???: There is one rule for this game. Run!
*As the door slowly creeks open, light enters the room for the first time as the outside world is finally in view*
Zoe: What…is this?
*Camila silently emerges from the first room, covered in her brother’s blood. She looks at her three former friends emotionlessly*
Camila: I don’t know about you, but I’m getting out of here…
*She begins making her way to the door, opening it in full, and stepping outside. Hoop nervously waits behind her*
Hoop: Do you…see anyone?
*Noah and Zoe also approach the door, Zoe at the back of the queue*
Zoe: Should we go?
*Camila notices something approaching in the distance, the moonlight reflecting off a shiny metal object*
Camila: Is this fucker really about to go little red riding hood on us?
Noah: Fuck this…I’m out!
*Noah pushes up in front of his friends and sprints off into the forest. The other three follow, not far behind*
Zoe: Do we actually know what we’re running from?
Hoop: Werewolves…zombies…axe murderers, does it matter? God knows where we are…
*As the fastest of the group, the others quickly lose sight of Noah in the darkness*
Camila: Fuck…do either of you see him?
*As they look around in all directions, the trio has no luck, forming a tight triangle in order to keep watch from all directions. The snapping of a twig in Zoe’s direction makes her gulp as footsteps begin to near her*
Zoe: Noah? Is that you?
*The footsteps turn from walking into running, causing the trio to break formation and begin sprinting through the darkness in the opposite direction. Spotting a cabin light in the distance, Hoop and Camila make a break for it, unaware that behind them, Zoe is struggling to keep up running through the undergrowth*
Zoe: Hey! Wait!
*Hoop begins looking back for Zoe, but Camila grabs his arm, dragging him forward toward the cabin. As the distance between these two and Zoe widens, she suddenly falls on a tree root, her head ramming directly into the ground*
Zoe: No…shit!
*As she tries to get back to her feet, a boot from behind knocks her down to the floor as she desperately tries to squirm away*
Zoe: I don’t know who you are…just…please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone! I can…help you!
*The killer suddenly takes a step back, allowing Zoe to turn around and see the killer’s face, which is covered by a doll mask*
Zoe: Please…
*The killer raises an axe from behind their back, allowing it to glisten in the moonlight. The two have a tense stand-off as Zoe tries pleading for her life, which actually appears to be getting through to the doll mask*
Zoe: What we did all those years ago…it was bad, I know, I’m ready to go to the police now…I’m ready to tell them what really happened!
*To her shock, the killer extends a hand, which she cautiously takes. Helping her to her feet, the pair stand in silence as neither seems sure what exactly to do. Finally, the killer reaches for their mask, pulling it off as Noah hobbles backward in shock*
Zoe: …Noah?
*Noah stands before Zoe, dropping the axe, and then the mask as his eyes begin to well up with tears*
Noah: Zoe…I’m so sorry…I don’t have a choice…they are making me do this…
Zoe: They? Who are they?
Noah: I…I can’t tell you…if I do they will kill us…both of us!
Zoe: Are they here, now?
*Noah silently nods as Zoe nervously looks around in the darkness, the first suddenly becoming very quiet*
*An axe suddenly lands in Zoe’s back, causing her to gargle and fall forward. Noah screams for her, running over to where she fell and desperately holding her head in his arms*
Noah: No…NO! You are not allowed to fucking die on me!
*He looks up to the dark figure standing behind Zoe, wearing a doll mask identical to Noah’s. As Zoe begins to gargle and bleed in Noah’s arms, he furiously looks up to them*
Noah: What have you done?
*The figure speaks, their voice dark and robotic like the one in the basement*
???: We agreed. No survivors.
Noah: I thought we were saving her to the end…we had a deal!
???: She saw your face, she had to die. You have betrayed my trust, Noah…
Noah: If you want to kill me…just do it! I’ve got nothing left to live for anyway…
???: All of those years we spent planning for this…I saw it in your eyes when you were younger, that we were meant for this, a higher purpose…to rid the world of this sin!
*Zoe, still bleeding out, attempts to speak, but struggles, only able to produce gargling noises*
Noah: We’re finished…no more of this!
???: I have been preparing you for this since the first day we met! It was you, and me, until the end. I was with you when nobody else was, and you want to turn your back on that?
Noah: Fuck this…no more killing! Haven’t we done enough already? It’s time we turned ourselves in…
*The figure approaches as Zoe’s body becomes still, her muscles relaxing*
???: I didn’t want it to end this way…
*The figure pulls their axe out of Zoe’s body, swiftly raising it and cutting off Noah’s right foot, then his left. Screaming, he collapses backward as blood begins spurting out. The figure turns, leaving the scene to hunt for Hoop and Camila*
Noah: You can’t leave me here like this!
*The figure does not acknowledge their co-conspirator, silently walking off into the night in pursuit of the other two. Noah looks down at his rapidly bleeding stubs, then over to Zoe’s body, loudly crying into the silent void of the forest*
~~~~~
*Camila and Hoop arrive at the cabin. Running straight to the door, Camila starts furiously banging on it as Hoop looks through one of the windows*
Camila: Hello? Is anyone in there?
*To their surprise, the door opens, Doyle Mark revealing himself*
Doyle: What do you want?
Camila: Oh thank god! You have to help us!
*Camila barges inside and Hoop follows, Doyle quickly locking the door behind them*
Doyle: What’s wrong?
Camila: We…we’re being chased!
Doyle: By who?
Hoop: Some kind of masked killer, with an axe!
Doyle: Right, ok, would you be ok to like…leave now? This is my house and I’d like you to leave!
Camila: I thought you were homeless?
Doyle: It’s a hiker’s cabin. Anyone can use it. And right now I am so you need to leave
*He motions to the door. Camila and Hoop do not move toward it*
Hoop: Is there a satellite phone here? A radio? Anything that can contact the outside world?
Doyle: Not that I’ve found. Look, it’s about an hour’s walk back into town from here so I think you should get going…
*Camila nervously looks out the window, seeing nothing*
Camila: We’ll leave in the morning!
Doyle: How about now instead?
Camila: For fuck’s sake…SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL US!
Doyle: I don’t know-
*A sudden knock at the door stops all three in their tracks as they turn their head to look*
Hoop: Do not answer that door…
Doyle: Masked killer my ass…
*He strolls over to the door, opening it and spotting nobody*
Doyle: See…no masked killers here!
*Quite ironically, as he says this, the killer’s axe suddenly hits him in the head, blood splattering over Camila and Hoop who scream with horror and disgust. The killer steps inside as Doyle’s body falls to the floor, a mix of Zoe’s, Noah’s, and now Doyle’s blood staining the axe*
Camila: Leave us the fuck alone!
*Hoop suddenly runs over to a window, throwing it open. The killer immediately gives chase, attempting to grab him, but Hoop is too fast, jumping out of the window before the killer can catch him. Camila also takes this opportunity, running straight out the opened front door as the killer regroups, watching her run…*
~~~~~THE NEXT MORNING~~~~~
*The next morning, the sun rises over Golden Valley as the now significantly depleted population begins to wake up once again. As her mother is still asleep, Paula opens her bedroom door, creeping out and shimmying down the drainpipe*
Paula (to herself): I’ve not done this for a good few years…
*The reaches the bottom, and walks across the street from her house, walking a few blocks down to the entrance to a park. Entering, she sees Leanne waiting on a bench nearby*
Leanne: I was starting to think you wouldn’t show…
Paula: Well, I’m here now, what have you found?
*Leanne opens her handbag, revealing a dossier titled “Brancati”. Leanne hands it over to Paula, the latter quickly opening it*
Leanne: When you hired me to look into your past…I can’t say I was expecting to find this
Paula: I knew something was up when my mom refused to go for a DNA test to see our genetic makeup…
Leanne: Well, that DNA sample I asked you to get me…I rushed it through the lab and I’m afraid it doesn’t match
*Paula takes a sharp, disappointed breath*
Paula: So…I’m adopted
Leanne: That’s just the thing…there is no record of your adoption. If you were adopted legally there would be something I could trace
Paula: So you’re saying…my mom didn’t give birth to me, but she didn’t adopt you either…
Leanne: Where did you say you were born?
Paula: The story she told me was that she got pregnant after an orgy when she was living in Chicago…
Leanne: I looked at every baby born in the country on your birthday, filtered it by females, and thousands of results came up. I filtered it some more and…I think I found you…
*Paula turns the page and sees a baby with the name “Sioned McCallan”*
Leanne: This baby was stolen a few days after you were born coming out of a hospital…the baby’s mother gave a police sketch…
*Paula turns the page once again, seeing the police sketch of her mother on the next page. She takes a deep breath, tears starting to drop from her face*
Paula: My…my mom stole me at birth?
*Leanne solemnly nods as Paula shuts the dossier*
Paula: Burn it!
Leanne: Sorry, what?
Paula: Burn it…I know the truth. Nobody else other than us need to
Leanne: if you’re sure…
Paula: I hired you for a reason. Thank you…so much for this!
Leanne: If there’s ever anything you need, you know where to contact me…
*The pair end their conversation by standing up and exiting the park in opposite directions, tears dripping off Paula’s face as she does so*
~~~~~
*Meanwhile, in Lara’s studio, she gears up for yet another morning roundup. She turns to her intern and they begin discussing the show*
George: Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?
Lara: The people of Gilden Valley deserve to know the truth, do they not? Anyway…fetch me a coffee real quick!
*George sighs, running out of the room and heading to the cafe. Lara decides to turn on her microphone, speaking with a tone of delighted glee*
Lara: She may seem sweet and innocent, but Golden Valley’s Carolina Santos is hiding something quite dark indeed. I’m assuming she’s never told you about the time her miscalculation in painkillers lead to a patient’s overdose! You heard it from me first…the only thing stopping her going down for manslaughter was the fact she apparently slept with a hospital executive and blackmailed him to stop the secret from coming out. Whoopsies! I’m sure the police will have a little field day with this one when they finally get back from being MIA…
*Lara hears someone entering the building, but shrugs it off, assuming it is just George returning with her coffee*
Lara: There’s more left to be revealed today, too! We all know Blaire Harrington, the mayor’s gifted and rather spoilt daughter. Well, did you know…
*The door suddenly opens, and a figure wearing a doll mask steps inside*
Lara: Jesus George what the fuck?
*The figure does not speak, instead walking toward her*
Lara: Not George…ok…whoever you are, you’re not allowed to be in here!
*Lara gets up from her chair, the figure suddenly running at her, ramming her against the wall. The microphone picks up Lara’s screams as the figure pulls out a pocket knife, before forcing Lara’s mouth open. She only manages to squeal as the figure begins cutting out her tongue, pulling it out, and waving it in her face. Lara then shrieks as the figure reveals a bottle of bleach, which they lift up to her mouth before pouring it in. As bleach fills her mouth, Lara desperately tries to breathe but ends up swallowing more bleach. She begins to choke, the figure allowing her to drop to the floor while still pouring bleach into her mouth and eyes. All of this happens as the microphone is still on, the horrified citizens of Golden Valley listening as their local radio host is murdered live on air. As Lara’s body falls still, the killer approaches the microphone, speaking in their usual electronic voice*
???: Golden Valley, you have a new radio host in town! The day of judgement is upon us…Lara Andrews is the latest to be judged, and she has been found guilty. Let this be a warning that I am coming for you. I know every dark little secret you hide deep in your soul, every wrong word you have said, every bad action you have taken. Know that I am coming. I will always find you. You can run, but no matter where you hide, I will find you. Mary Brucknell. Gasper Poe. Robert Dancer. Mitch Santos. Zoe Hutchings. Lara Andrews. Are you next? Ask yourself that very question as you fall asleep tonight. For now, Golden Valley, I leave you. This final track is dedicated to every citizen of golden valley, from every walk of life…
???: This is the Dollmaker signing out. Until next time, Golden Valley…
Overall I felt this episode had the most disturbing deaths so far (Lara's would be truly horrific to experience, meanwhile Noah is still alive in the woods without any feet slowly bleeding out/freezing to death so that's also a fun way to die too!). Lara honestly ended up becoming one of my favorite characters and I sort of regret not allowing her to make it further </3
Also, sorry Doyle, and also Zoe. You were both decently nice people compared to some of the psychos living in that town (Doyle especially was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, a bit like Zach from the last episode)
Mary Brucknell (#LornaHollas) - Drilled, Episode 1
Mayor Thomas Bagwaggle (#SeaViper) - Poisoned, Episode 2
Gasper Poe (#Yoko_Homo) - Strangled, Episode 3
Robert Dancer (#Lhooper902976) - Force fed rat poison, Episode 3
~~~~~5 YEARS EARLIER~~~~~
*Much younger versions of Camila, Mitch, Kimberly, Hoop, Noah, and Zoe stand talking in the School hallway, lined with stereotypically clue lockers and posters*
Camila: What have you lot got planned for tonight?
Hoop: As far as I know…nothing
Camila: Great, party at my place!
Noah: Party?
Camila: You need that defining for you?
Noah: No, I’ve just…never been invited to one before
Camila: When you make friends with the coolest girl in school you get invited to a lot of parties, get used to it!
Kimberly: Will there be alcohol there?
Camila: It’s at my place, obviously!
Hoop: Alcohol? My dad says I can’t drink until 21!
Camila: And do you always do what your parents tell you to?
*Kinberly seems happy, but then notices the two younger members of the group*
Kimberly: Are we sure getting two twelve-year-olds drunk is a good idea?
Camila: I’ve had beer since I was 10, they’ll manage
*Noah seems quite excited by the concept, but Zoe seems quite nervous*
Zoe: Yeah…I really don’t know about that. I don’t think I could come
Camila: If you don’t go, I’ll invite someone else…
*As she looks down the hallway, she notices a boy who seems even younger than them struggling to carry his bag. Camila suddenly flags him aside*
Boy: What do you want?
Camila: Wanna come to a party?
Boy: No
Camila: Only cool kids are allowed to come to this party!
Boy: You think I’m a cool kid?
Camila: No, but trust me, cool kids are made not born. Look at these skanks (she motions to her friends) they’d be unpopular library dwellers if I didn’t haul them into the higher classes!
Boy: Oh, ummmm, ok then, where is it?
Camila: My house, I’ll tell you where to go…tell your mom you are going to a friends house
Boy: But I don’t like lying…
Camila: It’s true, we’re your friends now! You don’t need to lie
*The boy seems unconvinced, but finally agrees to go. As he begins walking down the corridor again, Camila casts a predatory look behind him*
~~~THE PARTY~~~
*Sat in Camila’s bedroom, she and Mitch wait for the others to arrive*
Mitch: What would Carolina say if she was here?
Camila: Well she’s not, too busy banging that boyfriend of hers or whatever she’s up to
*Gradually, the others start arriving, the Boy being the last one to show up. Once everyone’s arrived, Camila busts out the alcoholic beverages*
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Camila: Today y’all are experiencing the cool-kid-club right of passage. By taking a drink with me, you fully agree to the terms and conditions of the club. From this day forward, you agree to run the Middle School with me, and next year when we move up, we take control of the High School, together
*She begins pouring everyone a drink, and they sip it. Some spit it out immediately, others try to continue drinking. Camila steelily watches everyone with hawk-like eyes*
Camila: Now that’s out the way…it’s time for the party to begin!
*Walking over to her CD player, Camila starts the mix tape which promptly begins blasting through the house. As this happens, nobody notices the Boy walking out of the room and towards the stairs. As he begins descending them, his foot slips, sending him tumbling down and smashing his head into the wall, much like Noah five years in the future*
Kimberly: What…was that?
*As the group rushes out the room to see, they notice the boy lying on the floor, blood spurting out of his head…*
~~~
Robert: Hoop, what exactly were you doing here tonight?
*Hoop does not reply to his father, keeping his eyes on the ground*
Camila: What’s going to happen to us? Are you going to arrest us?
Robert: God, the amount of stuff you kids have done tonight…
*He guiltily looks toward the body of the Boy, who has now been lying at the bottom of the stairs for a few hours*
Robert: That kid fell down the stairs due to being intoxicated, thanks to you. That counts as manslaughter for each and every one of you, and whoever bought you guys the drinks would also be in serious trouble…
Hoop: Would?
Robert: I’m not letting you kids ruin your lives for a stupid-ass mistake. Hoop, when we get home we will be having a good long talk about this! You kids, in juvenile detention? You’d last five minutes, genuinely. No, I’ll sort this out. You just head home and…try to get some sleep tonight, ok…?
*The flashback ends with Robert looking down at the body of the Boy*
Robert: This is gonna be a pain in the ass…
~~~~~MODERN DAY, THE BASEMENT~~~~~
*The lights flicker on and off as Camila narrowly misses Zoe’s head with the hammer, the instrument instead harshly smashing into the wall*
Zoe: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
Camila: I’M DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE…
*Unable to properly see in the darkness, Camila runs at the figure she thinks is Zoe, tackling them to the ground as the others scream. Raising the hammer, she smashes it into the side of their head, the mystery person not even having time to scream. Camila, however, does not stop smashing the hammer into their head, mercilessly continuing until Zoe jumps on her from behind, knocking her to the floor and sending the hammer scattering across the floor*
Hoop: What the fuck just happened?
*Suddenly and dramatically, the lights turn on just as Zoe punches Camila. A sudden scream from Hoop leads the pair to cease fighting, Camila looking over to the body on the ground*
Camila: No…NO!
*She pushes Zoe away, running over to the body of her brother whom she has just beaten to death with a hammer*
Camila: NO, NO, NO!
*As the desperately tries to find her brother’s pulse, the others recoil toward the back of the room, leaving Camila alone as she screams in mental agony. Suddenly, the mysterious voice crackles over the speakers once more*
???: Blood has been spilt. A sister takes the life of her brother in an act of rage against another. How very poetic we’re all feeling today
*Camila looks from Zoe, then up to the camera*
Camila: YOU SICK FUCK!
???: I didn’t instruct you to kill your brother. The choice you made is yours and yours alone. The choice you made was to take a life before weighing up all of the options. Your key to exit the room is located in the box behind the hammer. If you thought to check first, all of this would have been avoided*
*Camila storms up to the camera, pulling it straight off the wall before stamping on it. She then turns to face Zoe*
Camila: You absolute shit…
Zoe: I didn’t…do anything…
*Instead of commenting, Camila starts monstorously running towards her, tackling the girl to the ground. Hoop and Noah watch as the girls start throwing punches. Quite quickly, Camila gains the upper hand, slamming Zoe’s head against the floor. Looking down at the bloodied girl, Camila steps back as Zoe attempts to take deep breaths. They stare at each other for a good few moments, before Hoop finally intervenes*
Hoop: We need to leave…
Camila: I’m not going anywhere
*The others turn to look at her in complete shock*
Camila: I killed him…I killed my brother…I- i killed him…
*Noah silently slides toward the boy on the shelf behind where the hammer was first placed, searching it with his hand to find a key, which he uses to unlock the door*
Camila: I can’t just…leave him here…
*She turns to look at Zoe, then at Noah*
Camila: Get out of my sight, now!
*Noah motions to Zoe to walk through the open door with him. Hoop promptly follows, leaving Camila alone in the room with the body of her brother. As the remaining three proceed into the next room, they are quite alarmed to see that yet another trial awaits them*
Zoe: I did not sign up for a fucking saw movie…
???: Well done on surviving the first room. I’m afraid that I lied, getting free won’t be so easy. Tomorrow morning, I will return with the rules of your next game. Until then, rest up, you will need your beauty sleep…
*The voice cuts out, swiftly followed by the lights, leaving the trio in complete darkness*
~~~~~
*Back on the surface, Blaire and Dredlocks pull up in their convertible to the Golden Valley hospital. Walking inside, they are greeted by a receptionist*
Receptionist: How can I help you girls today?
Blaire: I’d like to see my father’s body, I believe you have it here in the town morgue…
Receptionist: We do open for viewings, what’s the last name?
Blaire: We came here to see…Bagwaggle (she cringes as she says this)
Receptionist: I’m afraid you can’t currently view that body because it’s evidence in an active murder case
*Blaire nods, seemingly relieved*
Blaire: Well, thanks…
*As they turn to leave, Dreadlocks suddenly notices the other Kimberly sitting in the waiting area. The pair make eye contact, Kimberly standing up*
Kimberly: Well, I never thought I’d see you around here again
Dredlocks: Well I’m-
*Blaire suddenly barges into the conversation*
Blaire: We have nothing to discuss with you!
Kimberly: Still being lead by your little shepherd I see
Blaire: Come on? Camila was the boss of you from the second you met, the only follower here is you. Come on Kim, we’re leaving!
*Blaire grabs Dredlocks by the arm, dragging her out of the hospital. Shortly after they are gone, Carolina approaches Kimberly*
Carolina: Right piece of work she is. Been a nasty girl from the moment she came out of the womb…
*Kimberly turns to the nurse with hope in her eyes*
Kimberly: Have we got any news on them yet?
Carolina: I’m afraid not. The ambulance arrived and nobody was there, but the house was full of sleeping gas. I’m…really worried about Camila and Mitch actually, I’ve not been able to reach them…the police in this town are nowhere to be found!
Kimberly: Something’s seriously going on here, huh?
Carolina: Yeah…God, I hope this is some kind of sick prank or something. An entire contained of the sleeping gas we use for surgery went missing last night, absolutely no trace at all
Kimberly: Seriously, where are the police?
Carolina: An out-of-town investigator will be arriving in a few days…how do the literal police manage to go missing? And at such an important time…I keep telling myself Camila and Mitch are bunked up somewhere laying low but what…what if something terrible has happened?
*Kimberly hugs Carolina, a tear forming in her eye*
Kimberly: They’ll be ok…I’m sure they’ll be ok…
~~~~~
*In the radio station, Lara quite excitedly turns on her microphone to start her show*
Lara: Good morning once again Golden Valley! Well…it’s not a good morning for everyone, but it’s certainly a good morning for those of us who love a good bit of juice gossip…starting with the disappearance of our two-man police force. Detectives Robert Dancer and Gasper Poe have not been seen for almost 24 hours, while Mary Brucknell is also missing. According to local sources, Detective Dancer’s son, Hoop is also missing, as well as two of the Santos siblings, and Zoe and Noah who have been on the verge of boning since they came out of the womb
*A dark smile slowly comes to her face as she lifts the note sitting on her desk*
Lara: This morning, I got an anonymous message from a fan who has some…fun little secrets they want to share with you all. For starters, if I were Paula Brancati I’d go to my mother asking for a DNA test, where exactly do those eyes come from? Rather unique, aren’t they? How about Miss Heidi Vanderplump, the town’s local celebrity who verbally murdered a fellow model on the set of Idaho’s Next Top Model? Don’t even get me started on Cassandra Parker, the girl who has been running around, stealing whatever floats her boat! Golden Valley…this is only the tip of the iceberg, and every morning, I will be exposing one of your dirty little secrets. Have you been having an affair? Perhaps your income isn’t an honest as you want people to believe. Maybe you killed a kid when you are a teenager, and had your rich parents bury it. If you don’t want your little secrets exposed, my bank account is always open for deposits, and the station is always glad to receive donations, the larger the better. Now then, who’s ready for some music?
*As people across the town hear Lara’s show, sweat begins dripping from foreheads as people think about what dirt she could have on her. Knowing her daughter is still asleep upstairs, Pauline quietly turns off the radio and places it in a drawer, closing the curtains to her house. Meanwhile, as Lara selects the first song of the day, a knock arrives on her studio door. Lara turns on her selected track, turning off her mic*
Lara: Come in!
*George Munich steps inside, a concerned look on his face*
George: What exactly are you doing?
Lara: Making money! Hey, I’ll share some with you…10% let’s call it! The amount people in this town would pay to keep the truth hidden is quite staggering actually
George: God…you really like to talk, don’t you? Do you actually want to tank this radio station? I kind of need this job, college these days isn’t cheap!
Lara: I’m getting us the highest ratings we’ve ever had. Everyone in town’s gonna be listening to hear who’s secret is coming to light next!
George: And…where exactly did you get all this information?
Lara: An anonymous source. I know, don’t trust everything they say, but they seem pretty convincing
George (sharply): Who is it, Lara?
Lara: Intern, watch your tone with me!
George: Sorry
Lara: I don’t know. They dropped this off anonymously, but included all the proof I need!
George: Yeah…this is kind of an awkward question but…was there anything about me in there?
Lara: You? No. Nobody’s interested in you even if there was something. Why? Have you been up to no good?
George: No…it’s not that, but I wanted to check that no misinformation was being spread about me
Lara: Well, do your job right, and never question my sources again, are we clear?
George: Yes, boss
Lara: Good, now how about a coffee? You know what to get, the usual…
~~~~~
*A few doors down, in the coffee shop, Cecily takes a deep sip of her tea as she watches everyone else awkwardly try to make conversation after Lara’s broadcast reached the cafe. As she does this, Blaire and Dredlocks pull up outside, the pair walking inside for a morning hit. Cecily watches them as they come to sit down next to her*
Cecily: You two, can’t say I was expecting to see you back in town…
Blaire: Nice to see you too, Cecily. How have you been?
Cecily: This town’s really gone to shit, hasn’t it?
Dreclocks: Yeah, it sure has!
Blaire: Dreadlocks, I invite you to speak?
*Blaire sits back with her mouth shut, embarrassed*
Cecily: So why exactly are you were talking to me?
Blaire: You’re the town gossip. You spread secrets like STD’s when Heidi Vanderplump wears a skirt. If anyone seems like a contender to have sent all that information to the radio, it’s you
Cecily: Look love, I like knowing things other people don’t. If I tell everyone everything, that makes my position absolutely useless. The person you should really be speaking to is Miss Radio Host of the year 2023 if you want answers, but some advice? Quit playing detective, and go home, nobody actually wants you here
Blaire: Rich coming from you!
Cecily: I’m a simple woman. I like coffee. I like croissants. I like drama. I do not like being disturbed Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley who think they are on some kind of case. I don’t care where that information came from, but I do care about watching the carnage that is shortly about to unfold. The divorce rate in this place is about to skyrocket, watch my words. Ph, and they’re gonna need a bigger cemetery
*Blaire motions to Dredlocks to get the car started. She does so, leaving the cafe*
Blaire: One day, probably very, very soon, you are going to die. And when you do, everyone in this town is going to have a very, very good day, myself included. Give it a few years, and your tombstone will be unreadable due to the number of times people have pissed on it
*Cecily gives Blaire a smug look as she gets up to leave*
Cecily: I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if I outlived you at the rate people are dropping…
Blaire: I’d be careful what you say to me, or your funeral will come even sooner than it already probably is
*And with that, Blaire marches out of the cafe as Cecily laughs to herself, clearly amused by Blaire’s threats*
~~~~~
*In the Brancati household, Paula finally wakes up and heads downstairs to see her mother, who has hidden the radio*
Pauline: How are you feeling today, dear?
Paula: I’ve felt better…I was thinking of going out to town and searching for a job…just something to distract me from everything for a little bit
*Pauline seems borderline terrified, trying to make up an excuse*
Pauline: I read there’s a Scream marathon starting today on the Horror Channel. All six movies in order, I thought it’d be fun!
Paula: Sure, we could invite-
Pauline: No, just the two of us, like old time’s sake!
Paula: Ok…do you want me to run to the store to get a few things?
Pauline: No thank you dear, we have everything we need in. I have about 50 buckets of popcorn because they were on discount as Walmart and I still have no idea what to do with them
Paula: Great!
*The doorbell suddenly rings, Pauline once again seemingly horrified at the sound*
Paula: I could get it…
Pauline: Don’t worry, I’ve got it, I’ve been expecting some duct tape from Amazon, it’s a few days late already…
*Paulina walks over to the door, opening it to reveal Leanne*
Leanne: Oh, hey Ms Brancati, is your daughter in?
Pauline: How do you two know each other?
Leanne: Oh, we were talking earlier. I just wanted to return some things she left
Pauline: I can get them to her if you’d like!
Leanne: I’d prefer to thank her personally, it was so kind of her to lend them to me!
Pauline: Uhm…by any chance did you listen to the radio this morning?
Leanne: I’m more of a TV kind of person myself, why?
Pauline: Oh, no reason! Come in, Paula’s waiting in the lounge!
*Pauline finally lets Leanne in. She runs over to Paula in the lounge, enthusiastically sitting down*
Leanne: I wanted to thank you for letting me borrow these…
*Leanne slips Paula a document, along with small bits of clutter as Pauline watches nervously*
Paula: You’re welcome, any time!
*Leanne nods to Paula before leaving. Pauline seems relieved at Leanne’s departure, locking the door behind her*
~~~~~
*Zach Pine walks his dog through the woods, leaving his truck behind on the rural road*
Zach: Go, Seus, go!
*He lets his dog off the lead and watches him run into the undergrowth. Shortly after this happens, he hears a scream echoing in the distance*
Zach: The fuck?
*He begins making his way over to where he thought he heard the scream, when he hears another, this time behind him*
Zach: What in the-
*As he steps forward toward the second scream, he fails to notice the bear trap which snaps shut on his leg. He screeches in pain, collapsing to the ground as his dog runs back to him. As he attempts to pull the bear trap off, he suddenly notices the starting of his truck*
Zach: No…no, no, no, no!
*He more desperately tries to pull the bear trap off, now noticing a dark, hooded figure approaching him*
Zach: Oh, thank god, I need help!
*The figure worldessly walks toward him, Zach noticing they are carrying an axe*
Zach: Do you…work around here?
*The figure continues walking towards him, Zach starting to get increasingly panicked*
Zach: Maybe…put the axe down, yeah?
*The figure is now only a few meters away from him. Looking down at Zach, they pull off their hood*
Zach: Oh thank god…I thought you were here to hurt me…
*The figure steps forward once again, raising the axe. Zach suddenly screams as the figure sadistically holds the axe above their head, seemingly hesitant about if they wanted to go ahead with it*
Zach: Please…I can pay you!
*The figure, seemingly now fed up, swings the axe down at Zach’s neck, decapitating him before he even has time to scream for a second time. Reaching down, the figure casually picks up his head, walking back into the woods as blood spurts from Zach’s neck, his dog, Zeus, pants with sadness. Then, cutting his loses, he begin lapping up the blood pool surrounding his former owner…*
~~~~~
*Back in the mysterious basement, Hoop, Zoe, and Noah sit silently in the darkness as they wait for something to happen, Camila’s sobs from the other room still trickling in. Quite suddenly, the door swings open, someone on the other side throwing an object inside, before slamming the door shut once again. Zoe runs over to the door, banging and screaming, while Noah and Hoop crawl toward the object to investigate it. In the darkness, they can’t see exactly what it is*
Noah: Is that some kind of ball?
*He picks it up, feeling it*
Noah: Ugh, it’s hairy or something…
*He moves his hand down to the eye sockets*
Noah: There’s something squishy here…
*He presses down on the squishy thing, his finger going straight through Zach’s eyeball. Noah screams, throwing the head to the other side of the room*
Hoop: What the fuck was that?
Noah: I think…it was a head…
Hoop: An…animal head?
Noah: I hope it was an animal head…
*The speakers suddenly crackle to life once again, the deep voice returning*
???: Dinner has arrived. Eat up, you will need your strength for tonight. I would recommend preparing yourselves to run
*Zoe continues banging on the door, desperately screaming for someone to hear her. Noah and Hoop recoil from the head, Noah vomiting in the darkness*
Hoop: There has to be another way out of here…
Noah: We’re not in a movie. There’s not gonna be some hidden scrape hatch lying around somewhere!
Hoop: What makes you think this is the last game? Whoever’s doing this is going to make us keep going until we’re all dead!
Noah: Then…what do you suggest?
Hoop: We just don’t play. Refuse!
Noah: They’ll just kill us anyway…
Hoop: It’s better than dying in some sick and twisted game!
*Noah sits back, defeated as Hoop deeply sighs. Zoe stops banging on the door, her hands now bloodied, and she collapses to the ground*
~~~~~
*Back in town, Carolina finishes her shift at the hospital. She runs over to Kimberly, who is still sitting in the waiting room*
Carolina: I was about to go home…want to come with? Maybe they’ve returned, I don’t know…
*Kimberly nods, and the pair jump into Carolina’s car. In the distance, the sun begins to set over Golden Valley. A short drive later, the car arrives at Carolina’s home, where she immediately notices the front door is wide open*
Carolina: Do I look like the type of person who owns a gun?
Kimberly: Ok then…a baseball bat? Garden gnome? Something!
Carolina: It’s two against one…maybe it’s the others and they just forgot to close the door behind them…
*Carolina enters the house, Kimberly close behind her. They creep through the entryway, quickly noticing the entire place has been trashed*
Kimberly: It looks like someone’s been looking for something…
*Carolina begins to turn pale as she approaches the kitchen, seeing every drawer and cupboard flung open*
Carolina: I think they found what they were looking for…
*She creeps over to a cabinet on the other side of the kitchen, labeled “Documents, Travel, Plans For World Domination”*
Kimberly: What are you looking for?
Carolina: Kimberly, it would be best if you went home now
Kimberly: What, why?
Carolina: Please…just go…I’ll drive you home
*As Carolina turns, she spots a hooded figure standing behind Kimberly*
Carolina: Look out!
*The hooded figure suddenly grabs Kimberly, throwing her to the side as she screams*
Carolina: Who the fuck are you? What do you want?
*Bearing a knife, the figure walks over to Carolina menacingly as Kimberly attempts to get to her feet. Carolina readies her fists, backing up toward the back wall*
Carolina: Whoever you are…could you put-
*Kimberly gets to her feet, creeping over to the knife block and pulling the sharpest one out. She walks up behind the killer, preparing to strike*
Carolina: I don’t know what you want from us but-
*Kimberly suddenly stabs the figure from behind. A female voice screams in pain, collapsing to the ground*
Kimberly: Take that, bitch!
*The figure wiggles around on the floor, attempting to stand up again, but Carolina is now on them, kicking them in the head*
Carolina: Where are my siblings?
*She yanks the hood off the figure, to reveal none other than Anya Rogers, who squeals in pain again*
Anya: Please…don’t kill me!
Carolina: Why did you break into my home?
*Anya begins to sob as Carolina and Kimberly share a confused glance*
Kimberly: Ok…what the fuck?
Anya: I promise…I’m not here to hurt you…
Carolina: Then why are you here?
*Anya looks up to Carolina, tears dripping off her face*
Anya: I…I know who’s behind the disappearances! Mitch…Camila…the detectives…everything!
*Carolina looks back to Kimberly with a small smile forming on her face*
Carolina: Well then, I think it’s time we had a chat…
RIP Mitch (I'm really sad I had to do that) and Zach (who tbh has my favorite death so far, but there are many more to come!)
This one was a bit of a mess lol. Working with such a huge cast I'm trying to give everyone as equal an edit as possible but some people are being purpled and I'm aware of that. Next episode will hopefully be more of a developmental one for the more "invisible" characters, while the final 3 episodes of the season are going to be a chaotic bloodbath which I'm excited to get into! Good luck!
*A younger Gasper Poe can be seen sitting in a courtroom, nervously wiping sweat off his face*
Judge: All rise!
*Everyone in the courtroom stands as the judge begins delivering his verdict*
Judge: Over to you, foreman of the jury
*The foreman nods, stepping forward*’
Jury Foreman: On the count of 1st degree murder, we find the defendent…guilty
*Gasper sighs with relief as a loud wailing can be heard nearby, a young woman collapsing into her seat, her hands covering her face*
Judge: I sentence you, Rosita Santos, to twenty-five years in prison…
*As two police officers approach to drag the woman away, two-year-old Carolina watches from the audience, tears starting to drip from her face*
Carolina’s Mother: It’s okay dear, Aunty Rosita just needs to be away for a while on important business
*From the front of the courtroom, Gasper looks back to see the crying girl and her mother, quickly turning away to mask his guilt*
Gasper (to himself): What have I fucking done…?
~~~~~PRESENT DAY~~~~~
*A now grown up Carolina sprints through the Golden Valley general hospital pushing a hospital bed with an unseen person on it*
Carolina: Vitals dropping quickly, we don’t have much time!
*The team of doctors and nurses burst through the doors of the surgery hall, a team already geared up and waiting*
Surgeon: We’ll take it from here…
*Watching the bed get wheeled into surgery, Carolina walks back and collapses on a waiting room chair, taking deep breaths. As her phone rings, an already exhausted Carolina picks it up*
Carolina: What is it?
Mitch (on the other end of the phone): Oh hey, I just wanted to tell you that…we have visitors around tonight!
Carolina: Who’s coming?
Mitch: Well, uhm, my boyfriend is coming around!
Carolina: You have a boyfriend now?
Mitch: Yeah, um, he’s really sweet. He’s just very shy and it’s his first time coming around to the house and well…
Carolina: So, can I meet him?
Mitch: Yeah, that’s the problem. He’s not really ready to meet you yet, you know, plus I wanted a romantic night and…well, we don’t want to be disturbed
Carolina: You’re kicking me out of the house?
Mitch: Uhm…yes. Camila’s agreed to stay over at Kimberly’s
*Carolina audibly sighs, but pretends to put on a smile*
Carolina: Have fun tonight, alright!
Mitch: Where will you stay?
Carolina: I’ll talk to some of the other nurses, one of them will have a spare couch for the night
Mitch: Alright, great! I’ll see you tomorrow!
Carolina: Yeah, see you tomorrow. Love you!
Mitch: Love you too…ok, goodbye!
*On the other end of the line, Mitch hangs up the phone, taking a sigh of relief as he looks from Kimberly to Zoe, to Hoop, and finally to Camila*
Camila: Well?
Mitch: She’s out. For tonight. We’ll have to think of something tomorrow though
*The group stands in awkward silence, until Zie finally speaks up*
Zoe: Alright, are y’all seriously planning on keeping Noah in your basement…forever?
Camila: One problem at a time
*Hoop nods in agreement*
Hoop: It’s a shame we don’t have the Mayor on our side to pay people off this time…
Zoe: Do NOT joke about that. Ever!
*Hoop backs down somewhat, nodding*
Kimberly: At least, because we’re all so traumatised about the Mayor’s death we get a free day off school…
Camila: Yeah, it’ll give us time to get our game plan together, and figure out how to deal with our little basement dweller
*Zoe seems very unimpressed, shaking her head*
Zoe: If any of you lay a finger on him I will not hesitate to call the police and turn us all in
*Camila, clearly annoyed, seems on the verge of slapping her*
Camila: You want to join him tied up down there too?
Zoe: I’m just saying that YOU fucked up majorly, you got us in this mess, and if your idea of getting us out of it is what I think you’re thinking of doing right now…
*Mitch finally intervenes in the fighting*
Mitch: Alright everyone, can we please discuss this, like adults, upstairs?
*Camila and Zoe back down from each other, eventually agreeing to treat the occasion civilly*
Mitch: And when this is all done, the five of us, and Noah, can sit in my bedroom watching Toilet Shark with enough popcorn to collectively give all of us heart attacks, alright?
~~~~~
*Maria sits in her studio, turning on the camera for yet another video*
Maria (into camera): Hey Sweeterkins, I’m back yet again! Today I wanted to talk about the homeless crisis currently happening in Golden Valley. Just yesterday, my very good friend Heidi Vanderplump found herself the attempted victim of pickpocketing from one of these very homeless types. I just think the police need to remind them that this is our town, not theirs. If they want to live here, they can buy a house and not sit ruining our beautiful streets and stealing our food and hard earned cash! I truly think it’s time we drove out the people causing us all this hassle, and make this town a much safer, caring community!
*As she finishes recording, Maria slily smiles to herself, moving the video into editing. As she does this, someone knocks on her front door. Rolling her eyes, Maria stands up to answer it, seeing Anya on the other side burying a bag of environmental-related leaflets*
Maria: The fuck do you want?
Anya: I was wondering…
Maria: No thanks
*She quickly slams the door in Anya’s face as she stands, somewhat stunned, shaking her head, she turns and starts walking down the street to the next house as Maria watches from her window*
Anya (to herself): Give me a chance people…
*Sitting down on the bench, a tear drops from her eye as the sets the bag of leaflets down beside her. Holding her head in her hands, she is unable to notice the figure walking towards her. As they begin to near, Anya notices the footsteps, looking up to see who it is. A gloved hand extends, offering the girl a tissue. As she looks up at the face of this mysterious figure, she screams*
Anya: Who are you?
*The figure takes a seat down beside her. Instead of speaking, they simply reach into her bag, taking two leaflets. Then, revealing a pen, they write on the first, handing it back to Anya. Then nodding to her, they continue down the street while starting to read the second leaflet, leaving Anya absolutely stunned. She looks down to read the message on the first leaflet*
LEAVE.
~~~~~THE SAME BENCH, 2010~~~~~
*Thirteen years earlier, we see a younger Robert sitting alone on the bench with his son*
Robert: You like it?
Hoop: Hmmmm
*As they look around the neighbourhood, Hoop begins to nod his head, and Robert smiles*
Robert: Good, because I already have a job here so we were moving in regardless
*As they sit on the bench admiring the view, they notice not mayor yet Bagwaggle and his daughter Blaire Harrington*
Bagwaggle (noticing the pair): Good morning, are you new in town?
Robert: Just having a good look around!
Bagwaggle: Well, I must say the housing market here is going through a real boom. Loads of families with kids moving in, the elementary school just got a bit investment, and well, nothing ever happens here, safest town in America!
*Robert smiles, seemingly quite impressed by this*
Robert: And you are?
*Bagwaggle extends his hand*
Bagwaggle: I’m Thomas Bagwaggle, I own the local real-estate firm
Robert: So that’s why you’re pushing the housing market so much then
Bagwaggle: Very good, but hopefully I’ll be selling soon. I’m running for town mayor currently. What do you do?
Robert: I’m the new detective here, not that it sounds like you need me
Bagwaggle: Well, it’s always good to have another officer! The worst thing that happens here is the youth spray painting things though, watch out for the Brancati and Andrews girls, those two are trouble
*Bagwaggle now notices Hoop, who is seemingly hiding behind his father*
Bagwaggle: Hey buddy, how old are you?
*Hoop seems nervous, but Robert encourages him*
Hoop: I’m…four…
Bagwaggle: Wow, that’s a big age! That’s my daughter’s age too actually! Maybe you two could be friends?
*Hoop seems to grow increasingly nervous*
Robert: Wow Hoop, you’ve made a friend, and it’s not even the first day of Kindergarten yet!
Bagwaggle: Well, I’ll see you around I suppose!
*As Bagwaggle walks off, Hoop and Blaire made eye contact until they have disappeared from each others’ sights*
~~~~~MODERN DAY, POLICE STATION~~~~~
*In the police station, Robert unveils to Gasper his complete plan*
Robert: Tonight, when Jasmine’s gone to the bar like she does every night, we’ll be planting some rat poison inside her house, which is what appears to have killed the mayor
*Gasper nods solemnly*
*The pair are taken by surprise by a figure entering the room. As she comes closer to the pair, Robert seems quite shocked to see her*
Robert: Blaire? Blaire Harrington?
Blaire: Nice to see you too, Mr Dancer
*Gasper sits back and allows the pair to interact, a mug of tea in his hand*
Robert: How…how have you been? Hoop really misses you…
Blaire: I’m here for my father’s funeral. The second it’s done, me and Dredlocks are outta here
Robert: Well then, is there anything I can help you with?
Blaire: You can stay out of my way. I came here to say that if your dumbass son tries to contact me…
Robert: He is sorry for what he did, you need to understand that!
Blaire: I don’t care. It’s too late for that now
Robert: And…is that all?
Blaire: The last five years when I didn’t need to see either of your ugly faces have been the best five years of my life
*Blaire darkly smiles at him, and leaves, jumping into a convertible car with Dredlocks at the wheel*
Dreadlocks: Did that go well?
Blaire: Shut up!
*The pair drive away as Robert watches, meanwhile, Gasper finishes his mug of tea*
Gasper: What was that about?
Robert: Nothing important. She and my son, they used to…be a thing, you know? Then her dad cheated on her mom, she filed for full custody, and they moved off to a big city somewhere, Seattle I think. A year later, her sheep friend Kimberly Dredlocks ran away from her parents because she missed her friend THAT much
Gasper: Attached much?
Robert: It’s creepy, yeah
*Gasper glances down at his watch, surprised at the time*
Gasper: It’s 5 already? Damn, time disappeared today!
*As the pair continue to plot their plan, they fail to notice the shaded figure creeping in through the back window of the station*
Gasper: Are you…absolutely sure there’s no other way?
Robert: I am, yeah. She has to go down for this…
*Gasper opens a paper bag to reveal a box of rat poison, which he slips into an evidence bag. As he does this, Roger heads over to the toilet, going inside, leaving Gasper alone in the room*
Gasper (to himself): This is so fucked up…
*Armed with a long metal chain, the shaded figure approaches begin Gasper as he obliviously looks down at the rat poision. Hearing a footstep behind him, Gasper starts to turn around*
Gasper: Roger?
*The figure suddenly jumps on Gasper from behind, wrapping the chain around his neck. In the shock, Gasper’s gun falls out of his pocket, the figure pulling him away from it. Attempting to scream out for his colleague, Gasper’s cries come out as strangled murmurs as his face turns bright red. Struggling to fight, the figure pushes Gasper to his knees, continuing to strangle him with the chain. Gasper lets out one more tortured gasp, before falling still. The figure lifts the chain off his neck, allowing his body to fall to the floor*
Roger: Gasper, what are you doing in there?
*Unlocking the door to the bathroom, Roger immediately sees Gasper’s body lying on the ground*
Roger: The fuck?
*Promptly grabbing his gun, he begins searching the room with his eyes, not noticing the figure now standing behind him, not holding the box of rat poison*
Roger: This is some sick prank…please be some kind of sick prank…
*He advances over to Gasper, bending down to check his vitals. As he does this, the figure runs out from behind him, pulling Roger’s head back before he can react. As he attempts to scream, the figure punches him in the side of his head, stunning Roger somewhat. Then, the figure swiftly forces open the detective’s mouth, starting to pour the rat poison inside. Making a gargling noise, Roger tries to escape from the killer’s grip but is unable to, starting to fit on the floor like Mayor Bagwaggle. The figure releases him, standing over Gasper’s corpse and Roger’s desperately squirming body, watching as the life slowly begins draining out of him…*
~~~~~
*As yet another night falls over Golden Valley, Heidi stands in front of the mirror in her bedroom, getting herself ready for a night out. Applying lipstick, she poses in the mirror*
Heidi: Looking fab, darling, looking fab-u-lous!
*Putting on her rather expensive, luxury coat, she steps outside her house and enters a limo parked on her driveway. It rolls out of the house and starts reading toward the town’s one and only luxury restaurant. As the limo arrives, she steps out, spotting a posh man in a suit waiting by the entrance. She takes him by the arm, and they enter the establishment*
Heidi: So…have you thought about my offer?
Posh Man: Indeed I have
Heidi: And? Is it going ahead?
Posh Man: I talked to my colleagues, and we all agreed your idea has legs…
*Heidi seemingly wants to squeal with delight, but keeps it professional*
Heidi: When do we start?
Posh Man: …however, we decided that now is not the time for investment
*Heidi’s face turns from joy to pure shock*
Heidi: You…called me here to reject me?
Posh Man: We thought we’d give you the courtesy of telling you face-to-face. Everything you order tonight is on me…
*A waitress arrives to take their orders. Heidi looks the Posh Man dead in the eye, before turning to the waitress*
Heidi: We’ll have a bottle of your finest wine, please!
*The waitress nods, heading off into the bowels of the restaurant to complete her order. Wordlessly, the pair wait for her to return. She pops open the bottle and begins pouring into Heidi’s glass*
Heidi: I hope it’s vintage!
Waitress: Of course…
*As the waitress once again leaves, Heidi takes a sip of her wine, before standing up*
Posh Man: What are you doing?
*Wordlessly, Heidi suddenly throws her glass of wine over the man before grabbing the bottle and storming out of the restaurant, leaving him sitting in his seat soaked and in shock. Exiting the restaurant, Heidi looks around on the street, asking the concierge outside to order her limo to return. As she waits, she notices Gordie walking down the street. Taking a swig of her wine, she braces herself for what he has in store for her today*
Gordie: Date didn’t go to plan?
Heidi: It went fine…
Gordie: I’m assuming your plans of starting a fashion line would fail…females aren’t meant for that kind of thing
Heidi: Subtle. You still a virgin? The one thing females aren’t meant for is you if I remember correctly
Gordie: I have plenty of people on the side!
Heidi: How much do you pay them?
Gordie: They’re higher class than you’ll ever be!
Heidi: I earn more in an evening than you have in your entire pathetic life!
Gordie: Yet you still live in this shithole…
Heidi: I could move anywhere if I wanted to, but I choose not to…
Gordie: Admit it, you’re secretly as broke as all of us…
Heidi: Have you seen my house?
Gordie: Inherited from your parents
Heidi: I have a private limo!
Gordie: Which is also from your parents…admit it, you’re just not that good at anything…
Heidi: Alright you non-life, basement-dwelling, coke-snorting, overweight, ugly fucking freak, I have achieved more in my life than you ever will, and I’m sorry you can’t see past my X Chromosomes to understand that!
Gordie: You wish-
*With an almost demonic force, Heidi slaps Gordie, sending him to the floor only moments before her limo shows up*
Heidi: Tell your discord buddies about how you lost a fight to a girl…
*She opens the door to her limo, quickly intstructing the driver to leave the scene, watching as Gordie becomes an insignificant dot in the distance*
~~~~~
*In their family home, Paula and Pauline browse through Netflix, trying to find a film to watch. As they do this, Paula discusses her time in LA with her mother*
Paula: I went to auditions…I really tried, tried so hard! A couple of times I got really close, within touching distance…there was this TV show about some people stuck at a summer camp in winter with a serial killer. The lead…she was made for me, I thought of her and I saw her face, and I got so close, all the way down to the final 2…
Pauline: I did warn you that this would happen…
Paula: That my life’s dream would fail?
Pauline: No, that if we didn’t pick a movie to watch within the first 5 minutes we’d spend more like looking for one than we will actually watching it!
*Paula sighs at her mother’s complete uninterest in her daughter’s life*
Paula: The next season I tried again, this time for the role of some Blogger Lady. She was kind of a bitch and she wasn’t as big a character, but I tried, and I got all the way down to the final few again, but they picked the same girl…again. I reckon she slept with the casting director…
Pauline: That’s lovely hunny…do you fancy Waterpark Shark, its new out this year…ooh, I think it’s the sequel to your film!
Paula: Yeah, they asked me if I wanted to come back…
Pauline: Why didn’t you?
Paula: They wanted me to play a bearded mermaid!
Pauline: Shame…I think we should watch this!
Paula: I think I’d rather cut my own eyes out, honestly
Pauline: You have very pretty eyes…
Paula: Mom, please stop being weird!
*She stands up, shaking her head quite dramatically*
Paula: I’m going to bed, I can’t deal with this!
Pauline: I’ll just watch it on my own then
Paula: yeah, you do that. Have fun. Don’t die of a heart attack or something while I’m asleep!
*Paula marches upstairs, leaving her mother to start the movie alone*
~~~~~
*Roommates George and Matthew decide to sit and watch the same movie as Pauline, but are further ahead, watching the bearded mermaid get brutally torn apart in the bath*
George: The way the shark can get about in this movie is genuinely impressive!
*Matthew meanwhile browses on his phone, reading the Serial Killer discord*
Matthew: You know Gordie got the absolute shit beat out of him by Heidi Vanderplump!
George: Vanderplump? I didn’t know she had that in her!
Matthew: People are talking about the mayor’s death. Some people think it was a serial killer who also killed Mary Brucknell
George: People need to realize life’s not a Slasher film. Mary’s probably gone off on a vacation to the Bahamas and forgot to tell anyone, the woman was in her 80’s after all!
Matthew: A lot of people are also talking about how the police are probably close to an arrest. People are betting money on who’s gonna get locked up. So far they reckon the majority think Cooney girl did it, but that homeless dude and the new lady, Leanne or something, also have quite a few votes
George: That’s honestly kind of sick…
Matthew: It’s entertainment, there’s nothing else going on in this town after all. Tomorrow everything will have probably blown over and they’ll be on to obsessing about what bra the big Sweeterson is wearing
George: Just say…for a moment, we were in a town where a serial killer was picking people off one by one, what would you do?
Matthew: I’d move away, don’t get why people never do that
George: Right, like just get the fuck out of there, why do you stay and wait to be murdred like a sitting duck?
*As the pair continue to talk, three knocks at the door stop them dead in their tracks*
Matthew: That’s the killer coming to get us!
George: Please? The odds of two serial killers standing under the same doorway is very unlikely
*George gets up to answer the door. When he does so, he’s surprised to be greeted by Cassie Parker*
George: Cassie? What are you doing here?
Cassie: Well um, a few weeks ago I borrowed…or well stole the welcome mat outside your door…
George: You took our Welcome mat?
Cassie: Yeah well…I was going for a bit of a rough patch and my therapist suggested I try to return what I stole to everyone…
George: And he told you to do this at 9PM?
Cassie: I only just got back from my appointment, he lives out of town, and there’s no time like the present to start, right?
George: Um…yeah…why exactly did you steal our welcome mat?
Cassie: My therapist told me I was a Kleptomaniac whatever that means…I just got fired from my first job and I was down and I just saw your mat and decided I wanted it to I took it, sorry…
*Instead of handing him the mat, she hands him $20 with a sheepish smile*
Cassie: I kind of…burnt it…by mistake!
*George takes the $20 with a lot of confusion*
George: I…don’t care that much…
Cassie: Ok, good night then!
*Cassie starts walking away from their apartment, leaving George very confused*
Matthew: What the fuck was that about?
George: I have absolutely no clue whatsoever…
~~~~~
*Back in the Santos household, the teens are still discussing what to do when the doorbell suddenly rings. As the talking cease, they look at one another uncomfortably*
Camila: Who the fuck is that?
*Camila looks out the window but sees nobody standing at the door, though an object is lying on the ground. It appears to be a white box at first glance*
Kimberly: This is like that scene in a horror movie where there’s a head inside a box or something…
*As a group, they head downstairs, Mitch nervously opening the door and grabbing the box, which says “Piza Pizzeria” on the top*
Mitch: Did someone order pizza?
*Everyone gives Mitch a blank look*
Camila: Well…open it…
Hoop: What if it’s a bomb?
Camila: Where the fuck do you think someone in this town would get a bomb from?
*Mitch flicks open the lid, discovering a pepperoni pizza inside*
Mitch: Ok, what the hell?
*As the teens are distracted with the pizza, the back door of the house clicks open as a shadowy figure picks the lock*
Zoe: No way in hell are we eating that
Hoop: After the Mayor, yeah, I agree…
*Mitch picks the pizza up, walks over to the trash can, and tossing the entire box in*
Mitch: Shame, actually looked kind of nice!
*The teens return inside the house just as the figure begins the release of gas in the kitchen. Covering their mouth, they quickly flee out the back door again, tightly closing it behind them. The teens unknowingly head upstaris as the ground floor fills with transparent gas*
Kimberly: That was weird…like really, really weird
Mitch: Maybe the pizza guy delivered to the wrong house?
Kimberly: I was thinking more so that Piza Pizza closed in 2015, it was one of my favorite restaurants in this town so I remember it well…I still miss the cheese they used, I never figured out what it was…
Camila: Someone’s playing with us, clearly
Mitch: It could have just been a prank?
Camila: Let’s hope it was a prank and nobody’s watching us
*Another awkward silence falls over the room as they once again think of what to do*
Zoe: I’ll go check on Noah…
Camila: Not alone. I’m at least coming with you…
*Zoe and Camila exits the room, running down the stairs. The remaining teens decide to turn on Waterpark Shark, and only after ten minutes seem to notice the pair’s absence*
Hoop: They’ve been gone for like…a long time…
Kimberly: Ugh, they missed the best kill of the movie I feel sorry for them
Mitch: Should we…I don’t know, check?
Kimberly: Maybe they made up and are now having a threesome with Noah in the basement!
Hoop: Or the person that killed the Mayor broke in and murdered them…
Mitch: Fine, I’ll check…
Hoop: I’ll come too, if something’s down there you need two people…
Kimberly: Bitch, I am NOT staying in this room alone…
*The three teens begin descending the stairs, not noticing Zoe and Camila collapsed in the next room over*
Mitch: You smell that?
*As Mitch says this, Hoop holds his head in his hands*
Hoop: I’m feeling…really drowsy actually
*Kimberly’s eyes go wide as she hears Hoop say this*
Kimberly: No fucking way…I’m out!
*She suddenly runs for the front door, busting it open and sprinting outside, running past the shadowy figure waiting in the bushes. It doesn’t chase after her, leaving Kimberly running alone in the night*
Mitch: Camila! Camila!
*Mitch starts shouting for his sister as he falls to the floor, meanwhile, Hoop passes out next to him*
Mitch: Kimberly? Kimberly is that you?
*Mitch fights to see a figure walking toward him. As he looks up to their face, he sees nothing but a gas mask*
Mtich: No…
*The figure stands over the four teen’s unconscious bodies. Starting with Camila, they pick them up, dragging them out of the house and into the unknown…*
~~~~~
*Kimberly, having run to the police station, starts furiously banging on the door*
Kimberly: Hello? Is anyone in there? Hello?
*Walking over to the window, she peeks inside, seeing the lights on, but nobody home, and the door locked*
Kimberly: Fuck…fuck…FUCK!
*Grabbing her phone, she desperately tries to turn it on, but realises it’s completely dead. Panicked now, she runs over to the nearest house she sees, again deciding to bang on the door. Nobody answers*
Kimberly: WHY THE FUCK DOES NOBODY LIVE IN THIS TOWN?
*Spotting a jeep coming down the road with a German Shepherd sticking it’s head out of the window. Flagging the car down, she quickly opens the door, seeing it is being driven by Zach Pine*
Zach: Who the heck are you?
Kimberly: My friends…there was a gas leak! The police aren’t there, my phone is dead…
Zach: Alright…are you ok?
Kimberly: I’m absolutely fine…my friends just need help…
Zach: I’ll call 911, then drive you to the hospital!
*As Zach starts dialling the number, his German Shepherd Zeus lays beside Kimberly and starts rubbing his head against her arm. After finishing the call for the ambulance, Zach begins driving Kimberly to the hospital, the jeep leaving the scene just moments before the lights go off in the police station…*
~~~~~
*Camila wearily opens her eyes, being met by quite a bright light above her. Sitting up, she looks around, first noticing the dank grey walls and concrete floor, then her unconscious brother next to her. On the other side of the room, Hoop opens his eyes to see Zoe lying unconscious behind him. Camila looks up to a CCTV camera watching them from the corner of the room*
Camila: Where…where the fuck are we?
*She looks over to Zoe, then to her brother who is starting to wake. Finally she notices Noah silently sat in the corner of the room*
Camila: Noah, where are we?
*Noah shakes his head in visible confusion*
Noah: I was…in the basement, then someone came down…I thought it was one of you, but they put some kind of gas mask over my head and I just…don’t remember anything that happened next*
*Zoe finally starts to wake up, and the five suddenly start realising the severity of their situation*
Mitch: What…is happening?
*As the teens begin to get their bearings, a voice suddenly comes from a hidden speaker somewhere in the room. The voice is deep, having been disguised by a voice changer*
???: Welcome. Five of you are here in my basement, here to atone for your sins
*An increasingly nervous Zoe finally shouts at the security camera*
Zoe: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
???: Consider this the cleansing of your sin. Placed directly on the shelf behind you there is a single hammer. You have got two choices. You will either sacrifice one of your own, or you will all starve to death in here, together. The choice is yours to make
*The voice cuts out, leaving the teens alone in the room. A moment of silence falls over the group, all eyes turned to the shelf with a rather large hammer lying on it. For a moment, everyone is still…until Camila begins marching toward the hammer*
Mitch: Camila…what are you doing?
Camila: I’m not starving in here, and I’m not dying today…
*As she runs to grab the hammer, Zoe, Noah, and Hoop silently slide to the back of the room*
Mitch: How could you…turn on us so fast?
Camila: Not on us, I’m turning on them…
*Camila scans the other three with her eyes, as if she were choosing a lobster from a seafood restaurant*
Zoe: Camila…you don’t have to do this, this is a test, there’s got to be another way!
Camila: I’m sorry…
*As Camila starts running at Zoe, she screams, jumping out of the way as Camila’s hammer slams into the wall. Chaos quickly ensues, while the lights start to flicker, everything suddenly going black…*
A memorial and reunion rocks the town, while another murder sends the inner politics of the town into turmoil. This episode is a bit of a mess so I apologize in advance but everything mentioned will make sense soon, I promise
*On the High School field, a collection of residents begin setting up for the Tommy Cooney memorial service. Dramatically arriving in her limo, Maria Sweeterson steps out of the car, vlogging camera firmly in hand*
Maria (into camera): Today marks the 5-year anniversary of the tragic death of Tommy Cooney. I’m here to volunteer at his memorial service because this poor boy deserved a better life than what he got
*Maria pans the camera across the field, spotting Zoe Hutchings and Noah Grays across the field having a conversation. With a newly predatory glint in her eye, Maria begins strolling over to them. Noticing her incoming presence, the pair appear to brace themselves*
Maria: Morning!
Zoe: Hello, Maria, how are you today?
Maria (ignoring the question): It’s tragic, isn’t it? I hope poor Jasmine is holding up, this must be really tough for her
Noah: You realize that last week you called her a “waste of space tramp hore who should get hit by a car” right?
Maria: I see the error of my ways now
*Zoe rolls her eyes as Maria begins strolling away from them and toward the car parking area, where another car has now arrived*
Zoe: For me, it’s the fact people follow her willingly
Noah: Yeah, I heard rumors she wanted to run for Mayor at the next election
Zoe: Jesus, this town is seriously doomed…
~~~~~
*Just next door, within the High School itself, three students watch the festivities being set up from the upstairs balcony overlooking the field*
Kimberly: I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years since that night, honestly it feels like yesterday!
Camila (openly bored): They better have alcohol, no way I’m making it through this evening sober
Mitch: I think Mayor Bagwaggle is prohibiting all fun tonight, everyone must be miserable and mourn for a kid who died half a decade ago
Kimberly: Call me when that man does something interesting other than get every STD known to humanity, why the fuck does this town keep electing him?
Camila: He’s a rich big-wig, that’s why. Plus, his wife’s slept with every man, woman, cat, dog, pig, alien, non-binary individual, homeless person, rodent, trash can, and pencil sharpener in the town!
*The teens observe another car arriving at the field, Paula Brancati opening the door and stepping out, clearly wanting to be as unnoticeable as possible*
Mitch: No way, she’s back in town?
Camila: Ran back to mommy the second her cash dried up in LA
Kimberly: It must be really embarrassing to have your only acting credit as “Overweight Prostitute” in a terrible shitshow movie about a shark in the toilet
Mitch: Her death scene was good though, like the fourth best in the movie
*Down on the field, Paula’s mother Pauline points her in the direction of the volunteer sign up sheet, currently being operated by Matthew Ong*
Matthew: You come to volunteer for tonight?
Paula: Unfortunately, yeah
Matthew: Put your name down here
*He hands Paula a pen and she sarcastically signs her name on the sheet*
Matthew: By the way, I loved you in Toilet Shark-
Paula: Mention that movie again and you will become a missing person
*Paula stomps away from the stand as her mother watches on in anguish. She approaches Matthew apologetically*
Pauline: She’s taking this rough. Seeing your dream fail when you were so close to achieving it hurts more than childbirth. I’ve experienced both and wish to never have to again
Matthew: Give it time, she’s not the only one in this town. The sharks will find something else to obsess over. I wouldn’t be shocked if someone died tonight to be honest
Pauline: Yeah, it’s gonna be a mess
*Pauline also signs her name on the sheet as Matthew grabs his phone, opening it to a new notification from Gordie Griffith’s discord server…*
~~~~~
*Sat in nothing but his underwear, Gordie furiously types away, his keyboard shaking from the pressure of his borderline smacking*
Gordie (to himself): These bitches try to cancel me but I am so, so much better than them!
*He presses send, a group ping going out across his Discord server*
Gordie (to himself): They fucking tried…
*Grabbing a straw, he snorts the line of coke laid out in front of him, leaning back with a sigh*
Gordie (to himself): I’m a fucking god, man!
*Watching the replies of his ping roll in, things at first seem peaceful, until Gordie gets a DM from an unknown account*
Gordie (with curiosity): The Dollmaker? Who the fuck are you?
*He opens the message to see a short message, which he begins to skim through. It reads the following, in all caps:
TONIGHT. 10PM. MEET ME OUTSIDE THE HIGH SCHOOL. DO NOT BE LATE.
*Scoffing somewhat, Gordie angrily types back*
Gordie: You want to meet me come to a fan meet and greet next time
*He sends the message, closing Discord and leaning back, setting up another line of coke*
~~~~~
*As the sun begins to set over Golden Valley, amber light casts itself over the town, bathing it in an autumnal glow. On the High School field, residents begin gathering around a central stage awaiting the start of the evening. At the entrance to the event, Mayor Bagwaggle greets the visiots*
Bagwaggle: Welcome, I hope you enjoy the event!
*People file past the entrance, a bored Heidi sighing to herself*
Heidi: The sooner this is over, the better
*The Mayor smiles at her as she walks past, the model flipping him a middle finger which he simply smiles off. Behind Heidi, Anya begins making her way into the event, arms still full with Envriomental brucheurs and posters*
Anya: Evening, Mayor Bagwaggle, how are you?
Bagwaggle: I’m great Heidi, hope you enjoy the evening!
Anya: Can I interest you in joining the Golden Valley Enviromental Society?
*Bagwaggle smiles plastically, taking a leaflet from Anya*
Bagwaggle: We need to look after this world for our children and their children as well
Anya: Of course!
Bagwaggle: Make sure you tell your parents to drop me a vote at the next election, the climate is very important to me!
*As Anya walks away, the Mayor screws up his brochure and drops it, squelching it into the ground with his foot, before continuing to greet the residents entering the event. As they walk past, Carolina whispers to her two siblings*
Carolina: Someone’s clearly threatened by the Sweeterson cult
Mitch: The way that woman is taking control of the town is genuinely terrifying
*Finally, Doyle Mark brings up the rear of the line. The Mayor quickly notices this, and stops him*
Bagwaggle: And where do you think you’re going?
Doyle: To the memorial, sir
Bagwaggle: And who invited you?
Doyle: You said the event was open to all citizens of Golden Valley
Bagwaggle: By citizens, I mean taxpayers. When’s the last time you paid tax?
Doyle: Never in my life, but I still have every right to attend this event
Bagwaggle: I recommend you leave before I’m forced to make a scene. I hear from the police that you are on your last strike with them one more incident and it’s off to the big house. All I’d need to do is tell them you attacked me and off you go!
Doyle: I apologize for my attendance, sir
*Dismayed, Doyle turns to leave, walking away into the night. Noticing this, and annoyed Cassie approaches the mayor*
Cassie: He has every right to be here, same as you and me!
Bagwaggle: We have standards in this town. If you want to go and chase after your little boyfriend there, go ahead, but I will not have homeless urchins ruining community events on my watch
*Cassie shakes her head, returning to the event, meanwhile, Bagwaggle pulls out a chocolate bar from his pocket, greedily starting to munch*
~~~~~
*As the night goes on, the atmosphere of the event goes from bad to worse, and people clearly start to get bored quickly. Huddled by the main stage, Heidi, Maria, and Cecily gather in a corner by the main stage comparing notes*
Cecily: I wonder where Mary disappeared off to, she’s just not here tonight
Heidi: Probably decided to skip it, good for her I say, she made the right choice
*Maria rolls her eyes, noticing Leanne traversing through the crowd to reach the hot chocolate stand set up*
Maria: As much as I’m always glad to have a new subscriber, something about that girl just feels…off, you know?
*Cecily eagerly nods her head in agreement*
Cecily: Oh literally, I knew there was something up with her the first time I laid eyes on her
Maria: Kept asking Mary and I questions when we were just trying to eat our breakfast in peace
*Leanne notices the trio and smiles at them, starting to walk over, but the loud crackle of a microphone turns everyone’s attention to the main stage. Heidi lets out a sigh of relief*
Heidi: Saved by the bell I guess…
*Mayor Bagwaggle stands on stage, a large paper cup of Hot Chocolate in his hand which he greedily sips from before he begins*
Bagwaggle: Friends, neighbors, I’d like to thank all of you for coming this evening! What happened five years ago is absolutely tragic, but together as a community, we can move past it. Before we here from Tommy’s sister Jasmine, I first wanted to welcome our local radio host, Lara Andrews to the stage
*Bagwaggle stands aside while Lara unenthusiastically jumps up onto the stage*
Jara: I just wanted to say that I’m terribly sorry for everything I said today. I regret my actions, and to show my remorse for those words, I will be donating $500 to the local animal shelter. That’s all I wanted to say tonight
*Lara quickly jumps down from the stage and slithers off into the crowd. Bagwaggle takes the stand again*
Bagwaggle: Alright, I’d not like to welcome Tommy’s sister Jasmine Cooney to the stand!
*Bagwaggle once again stands aside as Jasmine stumbled on to the stage, a bottle of Vodka still in hand. She looks over the crowd, rolls here eyes, then drops the bottle, watching it smash into multiple pieces. Bagwaggle seems a little phased, but still has a smile on his face*
Jasmine: I’d like to thank all you little shits for coming tonight and pretending you care about my brother. It’s cute, it really is, how many followers are you gaining from this? Got any sponsorship deals yet? My brother’s dead and you see it as the chance to post selfies of you looking all sad with a crocodile tear in your eye!
*The crowd gasps at Jasmine’s very true observation. Mayor Bagwaggle seems about to intervene, but suddenly coughs, stepping back*
Jasmine: If any of you gave two shits about my brother none of this would be happening. This is just an event for the Mayor to arouse sympathy and voters, and a chance for our local wannabe-superstars to post selfies of themselves to their hoardes…I mean DOZENS, of adoring fans. Seriously, you all deserve what’s coming to you…
*As Jasmine finishes yelling her speech, Mayor Bagwaggle’s coughing grows louder and more severe. A large cough sends blood flying out of his mouth, hitting Anya Rogers in the audience who rightfully screams with horror. The shocked crowd watches as the Mayor collapses to the floor, starting to fit. Within seconds, Carolina has jumped onto the stage*
Carolina: I’m a nurse…SOMEONE CALL 911 OR SOMETHING!
*Matthew quickly grabs his phone, dialling for an ambulance, as Gasper and Robert quickly jump onto the stage*
Gasper: What’s happening to him?
Carolina: First symptoms suggest he’s being poisoned
*She drops to her knees as the Mayor’s writhing becomes greater and more violent*
Carolina: Help me get him in the recovery position!
*The two officers also drop to the floor and start trying to help Carolina, but the mayor’s movement has already started to slow, seemingly gallons of foam coming out of his mouth. As he finally stops moving, Carolina nervously reaches the take his pulse*
Carolina: He’s dead…
*Looking out at the crowd, Robert runs to the microphone, quickly making an announcement*
Robert: Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic…we ask you to leave the field in an orderly fashion…
Heidi (from the back): Is he dead?
Robert: Um…well…
*The sound of sirens begins as blue lights appear through the trees, the ambulance is already too late. As this happens, Gasper takes over from Robert on the mic*
Gasper: This is now an active crime scene. My colleague will shortly help escort you out of the field, please…
*Gasper’s attempts fall on death’s ears as the crowd starts eagerly taking photos of the crime scene. Behind him, Robert holds his head in his hands, while Carolina takes deep breaths on the other side of the stage*
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Lara (into microphone): Last night, the town’s Mayor was brutally murdered in cold blood. The police are yet to release a statement to Golden Valley radio, but rumors have started to fly. While we cannot properly say anything until an arrest is made, we can all agree that last night was a tragedy. Later today, a town meeting will take place in Town Hall where everyone can come and ask any questions they’d like
*As the town begins to wake up the day after the murder, a dark silence has seemingly fallen over everyone. School has been cancelled, the cafe has closed, and the town in general has shut down*
Lara (into microphone): In addition to the mayor’s muder, the police are also looking into the disappearance of Mary Brucknell, who has not been seen since yesterday morning. When the police arrived at her house, a bloodstained couch was all that remained of her. With two murders in such a small space of time, many people are wondering if the curse of death has befallen our little town once again…
*Listening to Lara’s radio broadcast, the teens of Golden Valley (with the exception of Anya) sit around in Camila’s bedroom, a mixture of shock and fear on their faces*
Kimberly: They told us this day would come…the day we’d have to atone for what we did that night
*Camila shakes her head, taking a deep breath*
Camila: There’s no way they know. No way!
Hoop: Yeah, you’re right, my dad sorted it. Absolutely nobody could have possibly found out…
Mitch: Face it, someone has
*Sitting in the corner of the room, Zoe and Noah seem particularly nervous*
Zoe: Hoop, you promised me…you promised me this would never come out!
Hoop: I swear, we’re good, nobody knows about what we did!
*As Hoop finishes his sentence, a Discord notification suddenly comes through on everyone’s phone. Nervously opening it, Kimberly’s face turns to that of shock*
Kimberly (reading the message): It’s a list of names…
*She turns her phone to show the others, who quickly skim over it*
Hoop: That’s…that’s everyone…
Kimberly (nodding): Someone knows what we did…what the town did
*Noah suddenly stands up, making for the door*
Camila: Where are you going?
Noah: We’ve got to tell the police!
Camila: Tell them what, exactly?
Noah: We could save people’s lives!
Camila: We’d go to prison for the rest of our lives, and I don’t know about you guys, you I’d rather die right here and right now than spend a day in there!
*Standing from the back of the room, Zoe now stands up*
Zoe: Noah, we are not going to the police
Noah: But-
Zoe (pleadingly): If we all stick together, this person can’t hurt us, right?
*The group begins to nod, but Noah seems less convinced*
Noah: I’m sorry…we really should have done this a long time ago…
*Noah opens the door, virtually running out. Moments later, Camila is on her feet, chasing him out, leaving the others left sitting in shock. As Noah reaches the stairs, Camila suddenly grabs him, causing Noah to loose his balance and tumble down the stairs, slamming his head against the bottom wall. Hearing the bang, the other teens in the room jump to their feet, rushing to the stairs*
Zoe: NOAH?
*She sprints down the stairs, holding her friend in her arms. At the top, Camila stands in shock*
Camila: I…I didn’t mean to…
*Zoe’s hands scan over Noah’s body, attempting to find a pulse*
Hoop: We have to call an ambulance…
*Camila suddenly shakes her head, deciding to take charge of the situation*
Camila: We can bury him in the garden…
*Mitch looks at his sister in disgust*
Mitch: You are a fucking sociopath!
*Zoe’s hands land on Noah’s wrist, her face suddenly changing from fear to hope*
Zoe: He…he’s still alive!
Hoop: We need to call thagt ambulance, now!
*Camila starts strolling down the stairs, pushing Zoe out of the way*
Camila: The basement. Take him down to the basement, tie him up
*She glares at the others standing at the top of the stairs*
Camila: You want to go to prison or not?
*Collectively, the group look at one another, starting to agree with Camila*
Zoe: Just…don’t hurt him, ok?
Camila: We’ll keep him in the basement until this all blows over, which it will. The police will catch whatever psycho killed the mayor and Old Brucknell. Until then we need to stick together, alright?
*The group disgustedly starts to nod in agreement, Mitch and Hoop carrying Noah down to the basement*
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*In the police station, Gasper and Robert sit across from one another, each with a mug of coffee, staring at the crime scene photos from the previous night*
Gasper: Perhaps we should call in reinforcements?
Robert: We need to close this case, quickly, before the media starts getting too involved
*Gasper looks to Robert, seemingly surprised*
Gasper: What are you suggesting?
Robert: Well, we don’t know who handed the mayor the poisoned drink, but we were all there last night. We heard what she said
Gasper: Jasmine? She’s always been too drunk to hurt a fly!
Robert: You want this to disappear? Everyone saw her confess her motive. She certainly had the opportunity at any point during the night. All we need now is the means
Gasper: I don’t like where you’re going with this…
Robert: When the toxicology report comes in, we’ll know what poison the killer used. I’ve got my connections, you’ve got yours, together we could easily find something, then boom, we conveniently find the murder weapon in the Cooney home
*Gasper shakes his head, horrified*
Gasper: No, we can’t!
Robert: You had no trouble covering up that case in 2003
Gasper: Who…who told you about that?
Robert: As I said, I have my sources. It would be a shame if someone were to, I don’t know, drop an anonymous tip…
Gasper: Are you blackmailing me?
Robert: You scratch my back, I scratch yours. The sooner we get this cleared up, the better
*Gasper considers Robert’s offer for a moment, before slowly nodding his head*
And that concludes episode 2! The only NPC character is dead I guess and honestly, he can stay gone <3
Things are officially gonna start heating up next episode. We'll be getting flashbacks into people's lives, and the killer's motive will start to become more clear
*An unknown person walks through the woods carrying a woven picnic basket on their arm, their feet lightly snapping small sticks on the ground as he goes. He steps over a tree trunk before pushing through a low-hanging branch to reveal a heavenly-green clearing with an unnaturally blue lake in the middle. The figure reaches into their picnic basket, pulling out a neatly folded red and white picnic blanket. Placing the basket down, they open the blanket and spread it across the ground, gently straightening it out. Reaching again into their picnic basket, the figure now pulls out a teddy bear, a stuffed rabbit, and a Barbie doll, cautiously placing them on the blanket, before placing pink-plastic teacups on the ground in front of the toys. Finally, the figure sits, having a plastic teacup of its own which it playfully drink from. Seeming to suddenly remember something, the figure stands up again, running order to the picnic basket once more. They grab one final object out of it, placing it directly across the blanket from them. The figure looks down at the scene in front of them, reaching forward to brush the hair off the face of the severed head on the opposing side of the blanket. Now, seemingly content, the figure pretends to sip once more from the teacup as the sun beats down on the idyllic, magazine-like valley.
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*The sun rises over a sign reading “Welcome To Golden Valley”, a stereotypically idyllic town in the background. Outside the high school, the bell rings loudly, alerting the lingering students outside that their latest day of torment has now begun. A car speedily zips up to the front entrance, Mitch and Camila Santos jumping out of it before it has even fully stopped. Their older sister, Carolina shouts through the open window*
Carolina: A thank you for…you know, not making you late on the first day of class would be nice!
*Camila turns around, waving her sister off. Carolina shakes her head before pulling out of her parking spot. One car behind her, Hoop Dancer climbs out of the police car his father is driving*
Robert: You’ll have a good first day I hope?
Hoop *sighing*: Yes, I will dad
Robert: Anyone causes trouble, stresses you out…offers you drugs, please call me
*Hoop pauses, carefully thinking about what to say next*
Hoop: I will, Dad. Have a good day yourself
*As Hoop says goodbye to his father, Anya Rogers runs past with her arms full of posters and signs. She drops one as she sprints toward the school entrance, sighing as she turns to pick it up. As this happens, Kimberly Madonna casually appears behind Anya, whispering a remark in her ear before strutting off into the school. A small tear appears in Anya’s eye, which she promptly wipes away before picking her fallen poster back up*
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Lara Andrews (speaking into a microphone): Good morning Golden Valley, and welcome to another beautiful day in our beautiful town!
*Sat in the town’s radio office, Lara warmly greets her listeners, quickly taking a deep sip of coffee*
Lara: Before we get into the show, Mayor Bagwaggle would like to remind everyone that the Tommy Cooney memorial will take place tonight at 8 PM on the high school field. Today marks the 5th anniversary of the tragic evening that claimed a young boy’s life and will forever plague this town’s memories. Entry will be $1 and all proceeds will go to the local dog shelter which Tonny held so dearly in his heart. Alright, now we can finally get into some tunes…
*Thinking she’s turned off her mic, Lara leans back in her seat and turns to her student intern, George Munich*
Lara: Ugh, I’m so tired of the same stupid story day after day for what? 5 years? Seriously, people need to get over it. The boy’s dead, end of
George: Um, Ms. Andrews…
Lara: I didn’t ask for your input. I just wish this stupid town would stop being so hung up about some mentally fucked up boy who loved puppies and then fell into a fucking hole and died. This town’s honestly a better place without him
George: You do know you’re still live, right?
Lara: Oh shi-
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*Residents of the town sit in the local coffee shop, sipping their golden elixirs and munching on croissants while chatting about the town’s news, of which there is seemingly very little this morning. Cecily Jones eagerly leans forward to talk to Mary Brucknell, her eyes hungry with gossip*
Cecily: Have you heard about that Brancati girl who’s back in town?
Mary: I’ve heard the whispers
Cecily: Ran off to LA to become a famous actress. Appeared in some shitty movie - what was it? Anyway, she’s back now I guess, failed like they usually do
Mary: It was Toilet Shark
Cecily: Excuse me?
Mary: The movie she was in was called Toilet Shark. It’s about a shark who eats people as they sit on the toilet. It’s genuinely not that bad, you should give it a go. Some guy who’s peeing gets his co-
*Leanne Mitchell starts approaching the table, Mary stopping her sentence dead as she sits*
Leanne: Hi, ladies! How are you today?
*Both Mary and Cecily suddenly seem much less interested, both turning to focus on their cold croissants. Leanne seems dismayed, but still continues to try*
Leanne: What’s the whole memorial thing tonight about?
*The ladies lock eyes, seemingly doing a telepathic match of rock-paper-scissors. Cecily loses and turns to Leanne as a result*
Cecily: A kid died a couple of years ago. It was the biggest gossip in the town since Mayor Bagwaggle’s STD test results got leaked. A few people said it was murder, some kind of coverup-
*Mary suddenly injects herself into the conversation, interrupting Cecily*
Mary: Gordie Griffiths says the kid was the Doll Maker. Some kind of a note admitting to all of it
Leanne: Sorry…who’s the Doll Maker?
Cecily: About five years ago local pets were going missing. A few weeks later they found…a thing. It was some sort of a cat animal made from the pets’ stitched together bodyparts. They never caught the freak. I do find it funny that the pet killings stopped right after that boy died though, he was always hanging around the animal shelter, a real creep if you ask me
Mary: If anything, we’re all glad he’s dead. His big sister, Jasmine though, took it rough, been one of those alcoholic types ever since
*Leanne seems prepared to ask another question when Cecily glances at the clock on the wall*
Cecily: Oh my, it’s late, I should really get going
*Mary nods in agreement at Cecily’s excuse to escape*
Mary: Yes, Antiques Roadshow will be on soon, I don’t want to miss it. They have a pink diamond necklace on this week which I must say I’m rather excited for
*The two women stand and leave the cafe, leaving Leanne alone at the table*
Cassie: Excuse me, miss, could I sit here?
*Leanne turns to see Cassie standing behind her, clutching a large mug of coffee*
Leanne: Yeah, sure
*Cassie sits, smiling at Leanne*
Cassie: Sorry, I overheard your conversation. Those women are absolute sharks and care about nothing but the drama
Leanne: I’m new here…I came here wanting to escape from the coldness of city life, you know? I found this place and it seemed like quite a close-knit, friendly community, but I get here and everyone’s just extremely…I don’t know, rude I guess
Cassie: Yeah, I feel that a lot here. I’m Cassie, by the way!
*Cassie extends her hand and Leanne shakes it. Visible through the window of the cafe, Cecily and Mary part ways, Mary starting to hobble along the street alone*
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*On the other end of town, Detective Gasper Poe climbs out of his car and begins walking toward the police station. Just down the street, Heidi Vanderplump distractedly walks past Doyle Mark, her eyes firmly set on her phone. Doyle takes the opportunity to stand up, walking behind Heidi and starting to reach for her pocket. As he does this, she suddenly turns around, screaming at seeing Doyle so close to her. Immediately, Gasper stops unlocking the police station and starts running toward the two to see what the commotion is*
Heidi: Detective, this man just tried to rob me!
*Gasper looks from Heidi to Doyle, shaking his head somewhat*
Gasper: Doyle, is this true?
Doyle: No, detective
Gasper: Are you sure?
Doyle: Yes, detective
Heidi: His hand was halfway into my pocket!
*Gasper sighs, motioning to Heidi that she can go. She scoffs somewhat, and walks away as Gasper and Doyle are left alone on the street*
Gasper: I thought I’d told you that you needed to stop trying to pickpocket residents. If you are going to do it, at least don’t get caught doing it. And learn to lie better, I’ve seen toddlers lie better than you do
Doyle: Sorry detective, I just wanted some money to get some breakfast from the cafe
*Gasper nods, reaching into his pocket to grab a $5 note. He hands it to Doyle with a half-smile*
Gasper: Treat yourself to something, and please don’t let me hear of you doing something again today
*Doyle gratefully thanks him, before the men part ways, Gasper returning to the station and continuing to unlock it. As the door swings open, he notices a note that has seemingly been slid under the door. Curiously, he picks it up, scoffing somewhat as he reads it*
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*Walking back from the cafe, Mary finally reaches her house, reaching into her pocket for the door key. Opening the door, she somewhat stumbled inside, closing the door behind her with a sigh. Hanging her coat up, she advances toward her couch, cautiously sitting down. As she does this, a sudden click rings out across the house as Mary gasps in pain, reaching for her hip. As she begins to lie on the couch, she gasps in relief, taking a minute to reflect on her morning*
Mary: Roadshow time…
*Reaching for the remote, she flicks on the TV to see an ad for an expensive brand of panties*
Mary: Oh, those were the days!
*Meanwhile, outside the house, a gloved hand reaches for the garden gnome by the front door, lifting it up to reveal a spare key. The hand picks up the key, slowly unlocking the door in an attempt to not make any noise. The Antiques Roadshow theme music begins to play as the figure enters the house and advances toward the couch Mary is lying on. As they do this, a loud creak can be heard as they step on a loose floorboard, causing Mary to snap her attention away from the TV. Unable to see above the top of the couch, she calls out into the unknown*
Mary: Hello?
*The figure walks toward Mary, her face suddenly turning into pure shock*
Mary: You? What are you doing here? How did you get in? Out! Now, get out!
*Mary slowly tries to sit up, but the figure grabs her, forcefully shoving her back onto the couch*
Mary (very panicked): No! What are you doing? Stop it! Please stop…I’m sorry!
*The figure does not listen to her pleas, revealing a drill. Mary begins to desperately scream as the figure switches the drill on, slowly moving it toward Mary’s right knee. Shrieking as the drill begins cutting through bone, she dramatically thrashes, attempting to grab the figure to no avail*
Mary: Please…DON’T! PLEASE!
*The killer slowly pulls the drill out of Mary’s right knee, before cutting into her left knee. As blood starts spurting out, Mary’s screams reach supersonic force, but there is nobody around to hear them. The figure now moves the drill up to Mary’s throat, her screams starting to become gargling as her writhing begins to slow, before finally stopping. Blood spurts from her three wounds, turning the sofa a deep scarlet shade of red. Wordlessly, the figure grabs Mary’s shoulders, pulling her body off the sofa, and dragging it somewhere unknown, leaving the house full of nothing but the sounds of Antiques Roadshow*
And that concludes the first episode! RIP Mary, but she was sort of an awful human being but still, she just wanted to watch Antique's Roadshow :(
This serves as more of an introductory episode. If your character hasn't been introduced yet then they will officially be in the next episode! Everyone will also get their moment to shine so if you were a bit of a non-entity in this episode then your time will come I promise <3
I'm not really sure how many episodes of this were will be yet but I have 24 (now 23) characters to work with and a lot of them need to be killed off so I'm predicting roughly 10-12 episodes in total
