(film projector whirring)
(siren wailing)
(bell ringing) (heavy breathing)
(boat horn wailing)
(suspenseful music)
[Radio Announcer] It's also extremely grim out there
so please do take care on the roads this evening.
Gale force winds are forecast
throughout the rest of the night
and severe weather warnings remain in place
across The Southwest and surrounding areas.
It's really not very pleasant at all.
Stay with us for updates on the weather situation
every 15 minutes.
And the headlines once again for The Southwest.
The search continues for a missing patient
who escaped from the Seaview secure unit earlier today.
The resident, who should not be approached
is described as being -
(electrical buzz) (radio off)
(wind howling)
(eerie music)
(footsteps approaching) (suspenseful music)
(door knocks)
[Man] Hello, can you let me in?
No, go away!
[Man] Please, I need help!
Well, who are you?
[Man] I'm hurt, please!
Can I just use your phone or anything, just for a minute.
Please!
(bolt opens)
What do you want?
Do you know what time it is, for God sake,
what are you doing here?
[Man] Please, let me in.
I fell, I think I've busted my arm.
Please.
Okay, well hurry before we both freeze to death.
(door clacking shut)
Here, put that down.
Sit down there.
You're freezing, you poor thing.
I'm sorry there's no electric.
The lights went out with the storm earlier.
And they've been flickering on and off for ages
but I think they finally given up the ghost.
Oh, I don't mind.
It's better than being out there.
What the devil are you doing out in a night like this?
You're lucky you didn't catch your death.
Thanks for opening the door.
It's fucking freezing out there.
Yeah, precisely.
I'll find you another blanket.
(yawning)
It's fine, it's all fine, I'm fine.
Found a towel, this will do won't it?
(eerie music)
Do I know you?
(grunting)
What have you done to yourself?
Let me see.
Don't be a baby, I used to be a nurse.
Well, I wanted to be.
I helped the nurses.
Anyway, let me see.
Well, do you think it's broken?
When you fell did you feel it break or hear it snap?
Fuck knows.
I heard something but it could have been
the bits of wood or twigs I fell on.
I really need to.
Ow!
Yeah.
There.
Fuck.
Hmm, can you move it at all, your fingers?
I don't think you'd be able to move your fingers
if it was broken.
I remember when my little boy broke his arm.
And I think you'd be in a lot more pain.
More pain?
It hurts like a bastard already.
How did you fall?
I was running and, I don't know,
I tripped over a fucking tree stump
and bam down I fucking went.
Look, I know you're in pain
but I really would appreciate it
if you wouldn't swear quite so much.
My husband always swore and I hated it.
I'm sure it's not that necessary.
But it hurts like...
Like?
Like...
A lot.
There, that's better.
Let's start again.
So we're looking at just about the elbow.
I think you need to take the weight off it for a start.
There's a scarf I saw somewhere, can use it as a sling.
Uh.
Sorry, can't see a flaming thing.
(eerie piano music)
(grunting)
[Man] Hello?
Hello!
Why are you shouting?
I'm just here.
Found a scarf.
Now, let's pop this off.
Right, just lift your arm up a little bit.
Pop this through there.
That's it.
(humming)
♪ Put on our clothes
(humming)
♪ So early in the morning ♪
(humming)
There, how's that, better?
Yeah, much better, thanks.
See?
Told you I used to be a nurse.
(laughing)
I would phone for a doctor but I'm afraid the phone is dead.
What's silver and doesn't work?
This telephone.
(chuckles)
Not that it would make much difference.
The lane is bad enough in the daytime.
Far too dangerous at night.
I doubt you'd be able to get a signal either my love,
middle of nowhere, hadn't you noticed?
I've got no battery left anyway.
It's okay, just let me warm up a bit
and rest and I'll get out of your way.
You wanna go back out there again?
In this?
You wanna break your neck as well?
(light zaps)
And then there was light.
Yay!
(laughing)
Oh thank goodness.
(chuckles)
(creepy echoes)
You okay? (electrical buzz)
Oh!
Oh, what a bugger.
Or as you might want to say, what a fucking bugger.
(laughing)
Oh well, looks like you're stuck here for the night.
And if that's the case I for one
would like to know your name.
I'm Joyce.
Oh.
I'm John.
John?
That's a lovely name.
Always liked it.
It's nice to meet you John.
I'd also prefer more candles if I can find any.
(eerie chime)
[John] So how far from town are we?
(comic country accent) Ooh, many many miles, John.
Many many miles.
'Tis a very lonely house you found here.
Very lonely and very dark.
(normal accent) I'd say it was about 10, 11
miles to the village.
Although, it's easy to go round and round in circles
at night in the dark so you could end up walking 20.
I've been lost loads of times
walking out there in the middle of the night.
What?
Why were you out walking in the middle of the night?
Well, you know.
Well it's nice to go walking at night.
It's peaceful.
There's lots of reasons to go walking at night.
Walking the dog?
They always need walking.
That's enough reasons to go walking at night, isn't it?
Have you got a dog?
No, of course I haven't got a dog.
Do you see a dog?
I'm just saying that if you had a dog
it would need walking at night.
Besides I can walk anywhere anytime.
I don't need permission, I am allowed.
Young John with the 20 questions.
Huh, who's in charge here?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.
I just think I may need a doctor for my arm, that's all.
Yes I know, your arm, your arm.
You poor thing.
I'm sorry.
It's so late and
I've hardly slept with this blooming weather and
what with the lights flickering on and off it's,
it's enough to drive anyone up, up the wall, isn't it?
You must be tired.
Yes, I am very.
Just have to make the best of it.
Sit it out 'til morning.
(wind howling)
It looks freezing out there.
Not much better in here.
(John chuckles)
Used to love watching storms, as a child, from the window.
How old are you?
When I was 11 there was a storm, huge.
Hellish.
I'm 19.
No one would let me watch it though, I was too little.
Stay away from the window girl, it's dangerous.
They were all at the bloody window though,
both my parents and my older brother.
(creepy piano music)
There was a massive bolt of lightning
and the window was struck.
My father was killed instantly
and my mother lost an eye.
My brother was cut badly but nothing more.
Hey, it's fine.
My mother, she wears a pretty diamante eye patch now.
And my brother, well, he recovered with only a few scars so.
Oh, my father,
didn't like him much anyway.
So it's all good.
Now I can do what I like.
I can watch any storm I want from the window.
Though frankly there's not much to see, is there?
Just a lot of leaves blowing about.
Don't know what all the fuzz was.
Certainly not worth losing an eye over.
Still.
(wind howling)
So, what am I gonna do with you?
John.
I mean, what can we do to while away the hours
on this long dark night?
Any ideas?
John?
What do you mean?
Look, I'm only 19.
You're okay looking, you're really pretty for your age
but you're just so much older than me.
What are you blithering on about?
I just think you're a bit too old for me.
And my arm really hurts.
What?
I'm not interested in you!
(laughing)
Goodness, that's hilarious!
I'm not Mrs. Robinson.
Oh, you've not idea who I'm talking about, do you?
She's what you might call the ultimate cougar.
Which I am not.
The very idea.
(laughing)
Besides, you need to have two fully workable arms
to have any chance with me.
Oh gosh.
(laughing)
You've made me all coy now.
You're so naughty.
(giggles)
He's young enough to be...
Oh, look what I found.
Monopoly, Scrabble, even a jigsaw.
Although, I hate jigsaws, don't know why I brought that out.
Keep us occupied for days.
I'm pretty thawed out.
Bit warmer at least, might be able to get going soon.
What do you think?
Perhaps you could give me directions.
For goodness sake.
What's the rush John?
I'm not going to jump on you.
I thought we'd established that.
Ugh, there's no dog.
I'm always the dog.
(grunting)
Okay okay, your arm, I know.
I'll drive you to the village once it gets light.
As soon as my husband gets back in the...
in the...
[Man] How you feeling?
[Joyce] Good, I'm feeling really good.
When is he back?
Morning is it?
Yes the morning, of course, silly woman.
Maybe it's the afternoon he's back?
I'm sure he wasn't going to go for long.
I mean, he didn't pack very much, hardly anything at all.
He should have told me though.
Let me know, you know.
He'll be back, don't you worry.
Anyway, whenever he's back I'll take the car
and you'll be returned to civilization, how's that?
Great.
Nice that you have a husband.
The man in the photo.
Yes he's my husband, we're married,
we're very happily married.
I'm sure.
Oh you're sure, are you?
(mocking) Nice that you have a husband.
Just glad you're not out here alone.
Alone, out here?
How silly.
Alone?
And besides I'm not the one running around
in the middle of a forest with a bloody broken arm.
Am I John?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.
Have you got any pain killers?
Well, as you're in such pain,
I'll see if I can find anything in my cupboards for it.
(muttering) I don't want to.
I'll just look in there.
I'm not going to talk about it.
(pills rattling)
(ghostly whispers)
Yes I know, I know, I do.
That's right, I do have a husband.
He's just trying to make me feel stupid
I wouldn't be out here alone.
(floor boards creaking)
Here's your pain killers.
Oh, thanks.
Uh, can we light the fire?
Uh, stupid, there's no power.
But it's a real fire.
(ghostly whispers)
Need a light?
[Joyce] Thank you.
[John] You okay?
Yeah I'm fine, thanks.
Here.
Oh, the flame's getting quite big.
Think that looks all right?
Not gonna set the house on fire?
I don't think, don't think poking is gonna...
I'm not poking it!
Don't poke it!
I'm not going to poke it!
See, told you I'm not poking it.
There, what do you think?
That looks all right, doesn't it?
Yeah yeah, it looks fine.
That's gonna take a while, isn't it?
Oh, I am sorry.
I'll see if I can't find you a hot water bottle, shall I?
Or an electric blanket perhaps?
But then there's no power so that won't work, will it?
Obviously missed the telegram.
Sorry.
I mean, if I'd know you were coming
I'd have had the west wing aired
and I wouldn't have given the staff the night off!
(table rattling)
Miserable little fucker!
Fucking warn him!
(ghostly whispers)
One, two, three, four, five.
Be nice, I've got to be nice.
I'm sick of being nice!
Six, seven, eight, nine.
(rattling drawers)
Ah.
I'm really sorry for being a misery guts.
It's just the electric being out is really getting to me.
Anyway, let me make it up to you.
Look what I've got.
(quacking)
(laughing)
Ah!
Oops, my fault.
I hate board games, don't you?
I couldn't find any glasses so mugs it is.
But it all goes down the same way.
Just the ticket.
This will warm us up.
Who needs a bloody fire?
(coughing)
How cosy is this?
Where are you from John?
Do you live with your parents?
Don't you think they'll be worried about you?
A long way away.
What's your mother like John?
Actually she's, she's a lot like you.
I've not seen her in a very long time.
Must be seven or nearly eight, eight years now.
She sent me away.
Why?
Had you been bad?
You can tell me, I can keep a secret.
Here, maybe this will help you to remember.
What could have made her send you away?
What did you do to make her do that?
(eerie music)
Look at us.
Open fire, brandy, blankets, cabin in the woods.
Miles from nowhere.
Almost like family.
All right, like friends then.
It's a bit like that film.
What's it called?
Uh, flippin' heck.
You know it, you do, that classic film, the horror.
All those kids getting murdered one after the other.
Cabin in the Woods.
Cabin in the Woods?
That's not even a film.
Yes it is.
Well I've never heard of it.
No, there was a black lake.
Michael, Michael Myers was it?
Justin, Jas...?
Friday the 13th!
Told you I knew it!
Blooming Cottage in the Woods.
(laughing)
Friday the 13th.
That was about a mother.
Drink up mystery man.
What do you mean?
Well, you've come here out of nowhere
and I don't even know your surname.
Um, I assume you have a surname.
Are you hungry?
I'm gonna see what's in the fridge.
(ghostly whispers)
Calm down, it's not him.
Six, seven, eight, nine.
(ghostly whispers)
Everything will be fine.
(ghostly whispers)
I know. I'm in control.
(ghostly whispers)
(zapping)
[Ghostly Voiceover] I'm in control.
(eerie music)
Found a block of cheese and some mayo in the fridge.
Think it's brown bread but it's hard to tell in this light.
All fresh though and chilled.
So the electric can't have been off for very long.
Funny the... fridge light.
(ghostly whispers)
[John] Don't you know how long the power's been off?
What?
You said you didn't know how long the power's been off.
Didn't you notice when it went off?
No, didn't notice.
Okay.
Well, I've been out haven't I?
What, in the cold?
You said I was mad being out in this.
Yes, I've been out.
Perhaps I was walking the dog.
Hmm, nice cheese sandwich.
Drink up before it evaporates.
I think I've had enough.
Listen, you look like I feel.
And you need to sleep.
It'll help you sleep so don't waste it, drink it.
I'm going to bed now anyway.
Squinting at you through the dark is giving me a headache.
And I wouldn't sleep there if I were you.
Not with your arm as it is.
Sleep in the spare bed and get your strength back
ready to leave first thing in the morning.
How's that sound?
Great, thanks.
The bedrooms are through there and up the stairs.
My one is the first one on the left
and you're right next door.
All good?
Mmhm.
Okay, well, then I'll bid you goodnight John.
What name should I put on the bill for your room?
(laughing)
Um, Simons.
Okay.
Night night, John Simons.
(door latch rattling)
(eerie music)
You see, I knew it is, I was right.
Oh no no no.
Oh, don't let it disappear.
I knew who he was.
Now it's gone.
I remembered something.
(eerie music)
That's mean, that's mean taking it away like that.
(wind howling)
[Joyce] What's your mother like John?
[John] I've not seen her in a very long time.
[Joyce] Do I know you?
[John] John.
[Joyce] Lovely name.
(eerie music)
He's a test, isn't he?
(eerie music)
(footsteps approaching)
(eerie music)
(floorboards creaking)
(grunting)
[Joyce] How sad.
(dramatic piano music)
(suspenseful music)
(soft breathing)
(soft groaning)
(birds chirping) (laughing)
[Ghostly Voiceover] Now, do you see?
(rapid breathing) (eerie music)
[Joyce Voiceover] Please, I will get better,
I'll take my pills I promise.
(gun shot)
(screaming)
(grunting)
Can't he stay?
(door locks rattling)
No, no!
(ghost laughing)
(ghostly whispers)
(grunting)
Stretching your legs?
I just needed some fresh air.
Can I?
I was just keeping us warm, by the way.
Last night when I got into bed with you
I was just keeping us warm.
It was nothing dirty.
Okay Joyce.
Okay Joyce?
See anything interesting, in the shed?
Why do children always sneak around poking their noses?
I'm not a child anymore Joyce.
Is that so?
I just wanted to see...
To see, if I had a car, a bicycle
four elephants and a drum kit?
Tell me, what were you wanting to see?
Please, Joyce.
Mrs. Hadley, I think I'd like to be called from now on.
Thank you
Joyce is too familiar and you don't know me.
Please Mrs. Hadley, try it.
Please Mrs. Hadley.
Thank you.
Now, what is it that you'd like to ask me?
I'd like to ask...
No, John, I think you'd like to tell me something.
Correct?
Tell you?
Yes John, tell me.
Let's start with the backpack, shall we?
For instance, why it never leaves your side
not even for a moment.
Although, that's not strictly true is it?
You didn't notice it disappear for 10 minutes
while you asleep, did you?
You've been through my things?
No John, I haven't been through your things
because none of what is in that backpack
belongs to you, does it?
Unless you've lost a few pound, gained a small child
and look incredibly young for 43.
I didn't steal it if that's what you think.
Whose is it John?
Who does it belong to and how did you get it?
You can stop this Joyce, you need to open your eyes now.
Look at the picture.
(ghostlike whispering)
[Joyce] Having trouble?
Let me go Joyce,
you don't wanna go through all this again.
Where d'you wanna go John?
Let me leave Joyce.
Open this door for your own sake.
Now, what sort of person would I be
if I simply let a lying little thief
loose into the community?
[John] What?
I mean, I'd feel so guilty just letting you walk out.
(smack)
(grunting)
Don't do this Joyce!
[Joyce] What if you run off?
(smack) (grunting)
Joyce!
Or steal someone's passport?
(smack) (grunting)
Or savings?
[John] Joyce, remember!
It's Mrs. Fucking Hadley!
[Ghostlike Voiceover] Get him!
(door rattling)
Open this door!
Open this fucking door!
(ghostly whispers)
I'm done being calm.
He wants to leave.
Why does everyone wanna leave?
[Ghostly Voiceover] Because nobody could love you.
(tree felling) (birds chirping)
(ghostlike grunting)
(doorknob rattling)
(door squeaking)
(heavy breathing)
(inhaling)
Remember the gun Joyce.
Remember what it did.
Oh my God, don't shoot me please John.
You need to let me go.
Please don't kill me, I don't wanna die.
I'm so sorry, please.
(crying)
(laughing)
(bullets rattling)
Unless you're gonna club me to death with the handle.
But then, you're forgetting, I'm still holding the poker.
(door rattling)
There's nowhere to go John.
Everywhere is locked, you should know that by now.
[Ghostly Voiceover] That's it, show him who's boss.
(electrical buzzing)
That's better.
[Ghostly Voiceover] See, you're in control. You are.
[John] You don't need to do this to me Joyce.
Think about what's happening, change things.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Don't listen to him.
[John] Joyce!
Mrs. Hadley!
[John] Mrs. Hadley.
(electrical buzzing) (groaning)
[Joyce Voiceover] You're mommy's little darling
aren't you?
[John] I'm sorry, okay.
Whatever it is I've done, I'm sorry, please.
Whatever it is you've done?
Whatever it is that you've done?
You steal my husband's bag, his money, his passport,
then you break into my house.
[John] I didn't.
The last couple of times I was too young to make you see.
But this time, remember who I am!
You took him from me.
That's it Joyce.
You're remembering.
And now you want to shoot me too!
[John] No, that's not what's happened.
Well I'm going to defend myself.
And no one is going to blame me for it.
No one will blame me at all!
(electrical buzzing)
[Joyce Voiceover] Get that out of my face!
(whimpering)
Please, I need you to understand.
(electrical buzzing)
[Joyce Voiceover] That's enough!
Get out of my sight, stupid little shit!
(gun bang)
(heavy breathing)
[Ghostly Voiceover] Don't believe his lies.
I'm going to punish you John.
You know I have to.
(grunting)
(footsteps receding)
(suspenseful music)
Where the hell is he?
(grunting)
(doorknob rattling)
You better not be trying to leave.
I know what you're doing.
(hurried footsteps)
(suspenseful music)
Better watch that drop John, you might break the other arm.
(suspenseful music)
[Ghostly Voiceover] Christ sake's, calm down.
I am calm!
Joyce, I don't think I can stop this.
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
You don't have to do this Joyce.
There's still time to stop.
Stop what?
Who am I, say my name.
You're John.
I'm your John.
- [Ghostly Voice] He's lying. - No!
My John was 10 years old.
My John was a conniving little boy.
He made my husband hate me, took him away from me.
My John was a naughty, spoiled little shit!
[Joyce Voiceover] Go to your room!
No, I was just a little boy.
A normal little boy, me nine years ago.
(electrical buzzing) (moaning)
You can make this right, please, let me leave.
I can't, don't you understand?
It's the only thing that stops the pain!
Let the pain in, go through the pain.
We can go through it together.
It's hurts too much, I'm too scared.
(crying)
You have to be punished!
It's the way it is.
It's the way it has to be.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Time's up Joyce.
Do it.
I'm sorry.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Do it.
(grunting)
(crying) (laughing)
Hey.
Yes, I can scrub up, can't I?
What do you think?
Too much?
It's the lipstick isn't it?
Or is it the hair?
You prefer it down, don't you?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
I need to look my best.
Your best?
Yes, I want to look just right.
Why am I still here?
My husband is on his way back, I want you to meet him.
But he's dead.
No, he's not, he's coming home to me.
Your husband is dead, dad is dead.
No, no, no, no, no.
He's coming here, he always comes here.
You've just never seen him.
You're not listening to me!
You didn't hit me as hard as you could have did you?
You held back.
Why Joyce?
Stop, I don't want you to talk.
Tell me Joyce, why did you hold back?
Stop talking!
I still have a choice, it's still up to me
so just shut up.
(chuckles)
You said your husband is coming.
What time is he arriving?
Oh, what time is he arriving, why don't you ever shut up?
(chuckle)
What time is he arriving?
[John] What time?
Is he arriving.
I know, I heard you.
Why do you want to know, what's it to you?
Oh I just wanna know who's coming.
You're right.
I do prefer your hair down.
You've got nice hair.
It looks nice down.
Yes, you always did like it down.
You always played with it with your chubby little hands.
I did wonder.
Oh, don't move.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Just a mild voltage Joyce.
[Ghostly Voiceover] This'll help. Like re-tuning a radio.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Clearing the static.
(electrical buzzing)
(groaning)
(soft creepy laughter)
(suspenseful music)
[Ghostly Voiceover] Have you worked out what's happening?
No.
Still a head full of nothingness.
(phone rings)
Yes?
Yes of course she's one of mine.
Well since when?
Well, she's never supposed to be unsupervised.
I don't care how calm she was.
Jesus Christ!
What about the tag?
No.
I'll do it.
I know where that is.
(car engine revving)
You like my hair?
[John] You look very lovely.
Your hair is lovely.
(ghostly mumbling)
What? What did you say?
Focus, Joyce.
(ghostly mumbling)
Just listen to me.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Joyce do it.
There, you heard that.
Stop it please, stop the pain!
Ignore them Joyce.
Just listen to me, just your John.
(ghostly mumbling)
Stay with me Joyce please.
No, you're supposed to stay here.
You boys wanted to leave me.
(tyres screeching)
[Ghostly Voiceover] You must do it.
I don't want to.
Fight it, Joyce.
(car screeching)
It's making me!
[Ghostly Voiceover] Time's up Joyce.
Stop the pain please, it hurts me!
It's not fair.
[Ghostly Voiceover] Time's up Joyce.
(suspenseful music)
[Ghostly Voiceover] Time's up Joyce.
Time's up.
[Man] Hello? Joyce.
One second darling.
My husband's here.
Oh darling.
Oh thank goodness you're home.
You'll never believe what I've been through.
I didn't kill him.
I didn't want to.
They tried to make me but I didn't, see?
I'm fighting them.
That's good, you made a choice,
a choice that you never gave yourself before.
I don't understand.
Yes you do.
Your family, you remember?
Your husband, your son?
Look, I know you've come here to try to work through
the pain of what happened,
but I need to take you back to the unit.
But it's different this time.
I made a choice.
I did hit him, I'm sorry.
I hit him.
It's okay, mum.
You came back to me.
(birds chirping)
(chuckle)
You're mommy's little darling, aren't you?
(child's laughter)
(dramatic music)
You're not my husband, are you?
No, I'm your doctor.
I'm Dr. Hadley.
How are you feeling?
Good, I'm feeling really good.
Excellent.
I knew this was a good idea.
Bit of fresh air.
This is my house, my retreat.
I come here to unwind,
get away from all the stress.
It's beautiful.
Mmm.
(birds singing)
If you ever need a bit of air, a bit of space...
I'm not Mrs. Hadley.
No.
You're Mrs. Simons, Joyce Simons.
[Joyce] No darling, please!
(sobbing)
I will get better, I will take my pills I promise!
My husband, he wanted to leave me.
Please, please don't do this.
I will get better I promise.
But he couldn't leave.
I will take my pills every single day.
I will, I will, please!
Couldn't stay either.
(gun fires)
(screaming)
Maybe he thought that leaving John behind
was some kind of consolation.
That's enough, get out of my sight stupid little shit!
(child's laughter)
(gun fires) (birds chirping)
I blamed my son for my husband shooting himself.
(dramatic music)
My child.
My son.
You were so frightened and I hurt you.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
I'll be okay.
I'm sorry, John.
I love you mum.
I love you too my son.
Is it over now?
It's up to you.
Maybe this is the last time you need to come here.
(soft piano music)
(wind blowing)
(door knocks)
[John] Can you let me in?
No, go away?
[John] Can I just use your phone or anything
just for a minute, please?
What do you want?
Do you know what time it is for God's sake?
[John] Please let me in.
I think I busted my arm.
Okay.
Well hurry before we both freeze to death.
[John] I don't think poking is gonna...
I'm not going to poke it!
I'm sorry.
(grunts)
(distant birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
I want to talk about what I did to my son.
I'm ready now.
[John] You don't need me anymore.
(dramatic music)