[menacing string music swells]
[fire crackling]
[unsettling orchestral music playing]
[objects clattering]
- [woman breathing shakily] - [liquid pouring]
[frantic, shuddering breaths]
[woman panting]
[gasps]
- [grunting] - [can thuds]
- [woman] Alicia! - [shuddering breaths fade]
[groans, panting]
Honey, please. Please don't.
DON QUIXOTE
No! No! Please! Please don't!
[screams]
- [shrieking] - [orchestral music swells]
- THE GIRL FROM CARRIÓN - [mother's screams echo and fade]
GACY: SHE WILL BE THE ONE TO DIE
[orchestral music dies out]
- ["Where Did All the Love Go?" playing] - [excited chatter]
-6 YEARS LATER - [alert chimes]
VIRGINIA: CHECK THIS OUT!!
[static crackles]
♪ Ever took a punch In the rib cage, sonny? ♪
[woman screams on video]
♪ Never met a soul who had no shrine ♪
- ♪ Keep this all in your mind ♪ - [gasps]
♪ And get it inside my window ♪
Are you blind?
KILLER CLOWNS
♪ You're fakin' it, son Gonna get you tonight ♪
♪ I suck another breath ♪
- ♪ To the hearts of the Revolution ♪ - [kiss echoes]
♪ 'Cause you still ain't right ♪
♪ Where did all the love go... ♪
Hi. Pretty romantic stuff in this book you wanted me to read.
Mm-hmm. Will it help if I sleep with you tonight so you won't be afraid?
[softly] Yeah.
♪ I bet you can't see it ♪
♪ Where did all the love go? ♪
[engine revs]
♪ I don't know, I don't know... ♪
You think you can disappear for four days without even a WhatsApp?
Sarita, we might have to stop fuckin', y'know?
You're actin' like my girlfriend.
♪ Take another sip from this hobo's wine ♪
♪ Get yourself a million miles From this concrete jungle ♪
[overlapping conversations]
♪ This is a time full of fear... ♪
Hey! Let me introduce my friends from the book club.
Come on. Come on. Say hi to my followers. I'm up to 11,500.
Oh my God. I'm begging you guys. Can someone please sleep with him?
♪ 'Cause you still ain't right ♪
- ♪ Where ♪ - [Koldo sighs]
♪ Did all the love go? ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
- [girl giggles] - ♪ I don't know... ♪
- Where's the romance section? - Under bad taste. Over there.
RECYCLE YOUR SHIT
[ding]
- [loud pop echoes] - ♪ Now, I don't know why ♪
- [keys jangle] - ♪ Oh why ♪
♪ The rivers of the pavement ♪
KILLER CLOWNS
♪ Are flowing now with blood ♪
♪ The children of the future ♪
- ♪ Are drowning in the flood ♪ - [Sebas sighs]
♪ Where ♪
- ♪ Did all the love go? ♪ - [machinery whirring]
- ♪ Now, I don't ♪ - [cuts out]
- KILLER BOOK CLUB - [blades slicing]
[song continues on headphones]
- [Sebas] What's up? - Hey.
- Good to see you. - ♪ 'Cause you still ain't... ♪
Hey. Do you guys like the shithole the school gave us for the club meetings?
And look. We're right next to the boiler in case we want to set ourselves on fire.
Shall we begin the seventh meeting of our book club?
Killer Clowns by Miranda Duncan?
Who chose this garbage?
Rai, why are you even here? It's not like you read the books.
Who wants to start? How about our new member?
It's nice that you come though you don't go to this university.
- [Nando scoffs] - All right. Well, I'm gonna go.
She's a good writer, and it's well crafted.
And the killer clowns are creepy as fuck, but it just felt a bit contrived.
- Just a series of shocks. - Don't you like to be shocked?
I mean, you published a horror novel, didn't you?
Yes, but I was really just a kid.
Yeah, but let's... get back to talking about this book.
Besides just being scary, it should also teach you something.
Yeah, well, I think it does. The whole thing's about coulrophobia.
What is that?
An irrational fear of clowns.
Can cause you to have a panic attack if you randomly see one somewhere.
Hey, did you guys see that video with the killer clowns?
I put it on the group page.
- Now, that was scary. - No, no.
Check out the killer clowns page on Insta. That'll scare you to death.
They've got costumes and balloons but look like psychopaths. [snarls]
Yeah, they stole it from John Wayne Gacy, a killer who dressed like a party clown.
Murdered little kids and then buried them in his backyard.
Why are you so obsessed with such nasty stuff?
It's a little bit too gruesome for me.
[Koldo] I've got my killer clown costume for the Halloween party.
I can put it on if you want.
[Sara] Uh, no.
Run into one of these guys, and I bet you'd be scared.
More scared than from a book.
In my opinion, books can be absolutely terrifying.
Just requires a bit of imagination.
[scoffs] So you think I don't have an imagination because I'm a waiter?
- I didn't say that, Nando. - That's what you meant, Sebas.
- [Koldo whistles] - Nando, that's not what he said.
[scoffs] Okay.
[Ángela sighs]
Gimme a sec.
[Sebas] I didn't say that.
Why are you defending that pretentious asshole?
The guy doesn't even want me here.
Why are you saying that, Nando? Sebas is happy that you're with us.
Right. Sure. Because you asked him, Ángela.
I asked you to come to book club because I want to spend time with you.
- That's it. - Can't you see he has a thing for you?
Are you trying to tell me who to be friends with?
Because if that's what you're doing, you'd better watch what you say next.
[Nando sighs, scoffs]
[exhales sharply]
It's great that the best teacher here wants to read your stuff.
Yeah, except for the fact that I didn't write a word yet.
[crickets chirping]
Sebas, I'm freaking out. It's been six years of writer's block.
[Sebas] You're still a writer. Just be patient. You can do it.
You know, I barely considered myself a writer to begin with.
Nando says I have writer's block because I don't believe in myself.
Hey, I'm sorry things got so awkward back there at the meeting.
- [gentle music plays] - Don't worry about it.
I forgot to tell you.
The Girl from Carrión is almost completely sold out.
The main character is amazing, and her mother's terrifying.
And you wrote that.
I don't know. It was such a long time ago.
Kinda doesn't feel like it belongs to me.
Hey, do you wanna get together and write sometime?
I could come up right now. I...
I'd love to, but Nando's coming over after closing the bar.
Oh. Oh yeah. Uh, that's cool.
I've got to wake up pretty early tomorrow to open the bookstore.
- [Ángela chuckles] - So, yeah.
Anyway... you should try not to worry. I know you'll come up with something.
- I hope so. - [chuckles softly] Come here.
[owl hooting]
- Night. - [Ángela] See ya.
[gentle music fades]
[typing rapidly]
DEAR PROFESSOR CRUZADO,
I'M ATTACHING MY DRAFT.
IT'S JUST THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS.
[unsettling instrumental music playing]
KILLER CLOWNS
DELETE
- [exhales] - [typing]
DO I HAVE COULROPHOBIA? WHAT CAUSES COULROPHOBIA?
WHAT IS COULROPHOBIA? LEARN THE SYMPTOMS
[chilling instrumental music playing]
TAKE THE TEST!
- [swing squeaking] - [unnerving childlike laughter]
[laughter continues]
[wind whipping]
- [music building] - [people screaming]
[clown 1 screams]
- [clown 2 laughing maniacally] - [girl shrieks]
[static crackles]
[high-pitched ringing]
- [wind whistles] - [unhinged howling]
[Ángela exhales heavily]
[audio cuts out]
[breathing shakily]
[sighs]
[Cruzado] Witches, demons,
ghosts, monsters...
[sips, gulps]
...and other representations of the occult
aren't very effective in classic literature.
That kind of stuff doesn't really interest me.
It always struck me as a lesser genre.
Horror literature lacks a kind of substance,
which is its downfall.
What?
Could it be because the stories often seem a little too contrived?
Exactly.
There's a lot of gimmickry and clichés. Doors banging shut, haunted houses.
That stuff only works to a point, and then it falls apart.
Do you agree?
Now, another thing I see is people regurgitating other writers' works.
I mean, I've got a stack of pages from my students, and I won't name anyone,
but all they do is plagiarize the works of their favorite authors.
It's not plagiarism. It's fan fiction.
You take a story that already exists, and you rewrite it.
Then you put it up online and get your followers to read it.
- It's awesome. - [Cruzado] The definition of plagiarism.
What are you all doing here? Huh?
I assume you all want to be writers.
The key is to live your story.
Don't steal other people's stories. Live your own life.
Then you'll write the truth.
Fuckin' right. Mine are all gonna be like porn.
[scoffs] Yeah, if you like short stories.
- [class cracks up] - [school bell rings]
- [indistinct chatter] - Ángela.
[quietly] I, um... I got your email.
You did? Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to send it.
Actually, I thought I hadn't.
Yeah. Well, we can still talk about it in my office, if you like.
- [doors creak] - [Ángela] Thank you.
[Cruzado] You're still here?
My intern is here more than I am. [laughs]
[intern] I just need your signature on this donation form.
- The medical school is waiting... - Right. The donation.
[clicks tongue] Do I look old to you? Don't answer that.
They want me to donate my body to science. I guess they're running out of corpses.
- [laughs] Sit down. Make yourself at home. - Okay.
[pen scratches]
- [Cruzado] There you go. - [intern] Thanks.
- See you tomorrow. - [Cruzado] Mm.
[keys jangle]
[doors close heavily]
- [lock clicks] - [Ángela sighs]
Great. We can, uh, relax a little now, right?
[clock ticking]
Please don't tell me that you're writing a horror novel.
[chuckles] No, I'm not. I've never really liked that genre.
- Wonderful. - [Ángela chuckles]
- [bottle opens] - [Cruzado grunts]
Don't tell anyone.
[Ángela] Mm-hmm.
I'm going through a bit of a rough patch right now.
Maybe you've already heard some of the gossip going around?
- [Ángela] Mm. - It's my wife. [sighs]
We're, uh, getting a divorce.
I'm so sorry. [inhales sharply]
- Nah. - [Ángela sighs]
Uh, so, about what I wanted to ask you...
[takes a deep breath] Yes. Well, uh... [clicks tongue]...I read your email.
And, um... I was pretty surprised by it.
Um, well, to be honest, I wasn't planning on sending it.
- And now I'm a bit embarrassed. - No, no. No need to feel embarrassed.
It just wasn't a finished version, and now I think I jumped the gun.
I'm really glad that you wrote to me.
It's a rough draft, and I'm grateful that you offered to help me,
but I... I'm not sure it'll make a good novel.
[laughs] What do you mean?
Oh. Well, what I sent.
I mean, you read those first few chapters.
Uh... [laughs]
No.
- Mm. [gulps] - [glass clatters]
Mm. Maybe I didn't see the attachment. Um...
Regardless, I'm still very willing to help you.
- Hmm? - [Ángela chuckles] Mm-hmm.
- [Cruzado] I'm at your service. - [both chuckle softly]
I think it shows initiative.
We can spend some quality time together.
[tense music playing]
[inhales sharply]
Ángela...
- [takes a deep breath] - [Ángela gasps]
[softly]...I like you. I like you a lot.
[quietly] Uh, I'm not sure I understand what you mean.
[exhales heavily] I think we understand each other perfectly.
- [moans softly] - [breathing shakily]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- [handle rattles] - [Ángela shudders]
Open the door, please.
- [Cruzado] Ángela, just relax. - [sniffles]
[gently] Look at me. Look at me. Everything's all right, huh?
- This is what you want, right? - [backpack thuds]
Or maybe you like things a little bit rougher?
Is that what turns you on? Huh?
- Huh? [panting] - [tense music building]
Works for me.
- [grunting and breathing heavily] - [Ángela whimpering]
[groans] Please stop.
[shakily] Please stop it!
- [gasps] - [Cruzado inhales sharply, groaning]
What the fuck? [grunts]
You're fucking nuts.
- [moaning] - [door handle squeaks]
I'm gonna scream if you don't open it.
But you're the one who wanted all this.
- [flatly] Open it, please. - Fucking crazy.
- You're fucking crazy. All right. Get out. - [keys jangling]
Get the fuck out.
- [lock clicks] - [groans]
[ominous music playing]
- Hey, listen. Listen to me. - [whimpers]
Don't breathe a word of this to anyone. You hear me?
- Look at me. Look at me! - [Ángela grunts]
[hushed] One word, and you're finished.
Your writing career will go down the fucking drain. Understand?
- [Ángela exhales, gasps] - [hurried footsteps fade]
[under breath] Little bitch. [huffs]
- [crickets chirping] - [ominous music fades]
[knocking on door]
[Sara] I'll take over.
[gentle instrumental music playing]
[Ángela sniffles]
[sighs] I know you're not ready to talk about it yet.
But, uh...
I thought this might help you write about it.
[metal rings]
[Ángela sighs]
[chuckles softly]
[Nando sighs]
[somber piano music playing]
I don't understand why she won't just report him.
[scoffs, clicks tongue] Because you're a guy.
Otherwise, you'd know that Professor Cruzado is a respectable man,
and Ángela is just an ambitious student.
[Nando sighs]
- Take care of her. - [Sara] Mm-hmm. Course.
[takes a deep breath] Hey, girl.
[sighs]
- [Ángela whimpering] - [Sara kisses]
[Ángela crying softly]
[Cruzado]...just download the syllabus,
where all the evaluation criteria are specified, even though...
[Rai, whispering] Sebas, what happened?
When Ángela met him at his office yesterday to talk to him,
he tried to rape her.
- What? - [Cruzado] Any questions? Good.
- [whispering] Bro, what happened? - [Cruzado] Okay.
- I've written the exam schedule up here. - [Sebas whispering indistinctly]
Coming up soon, the first date to make a note of is the exam on June 8th,
which will be in Literature I.
The day after that, Literature II.
These formal exams will count towards 40% of your...
- [somber music fades] - [pen clicks]
RAI HAS SENT A MESSAGE TO THE CLUB
["Hands around My Throat" by Death in Vegas playing]
RAI: ANGELA, I HEARD WHAT THAT FUCKFACE CRUZADO DID 2 U
SARA: WE'VE GOT UR BACK
SEBAS: WE'VE GOT SOMETHING THAT'LL SHOW HIM
KOLDO: WE GOTTA TEACH HIM A LESSON
RAI: WE'LL PLAY A KILLER CLOWN PRANK ON HIM
ÁNGELA: I'M NOT SURE THAT'S A GOOD IDEA...
NANDO: GUYS, LAY OFF HER...
SARA: THERE'S NO WAY UR THE FIRST GIRL HE'S DONE THIS TO. LET'S GET HIM!!!
ÁNGELA: COUNT ME IN
RAI: AWESOME, BUT NO ONE SAY ANYTHING TO THAT BRAT. SHE'LL SNITCH!
♪ If you'd better try this ♪
♪ And you might find ♪
♪ I'm in your place... ♪
TO: LUIS CRUZADO A SECOND CHANCE
♪ The air is cold ♪
♪ I'm still on hold... ♪
I WANT YOU TO KISS ME AGAIN.
- [wheels squeal] - ♪ Your hands around my throat ♪
♪ Ask me to let go ♪
♪ Your hands around my throat ♪
[song ends]
- [Sara laughs] - [Koldo] Yeah. Let's do this.
[Sara] Koldo, you have to post this. It's gonna be brutal.
So they can blame me? No way. We'll make an anonymous account.
You're sure that everyone's gone?
The only light that's on is the one in Cruzado's office.
- Right? - [Rai] Let's go through the plan.
I start in the office.
Which means that Sara's gonna be in the hallway with Koldo and Eva.
Nando, you'll go for him next, then it's Sebas.
And Ángela, you guys will lead him to the cloister, and then...
- [pounding on door] - [Eva gasps]
- [knocking] - [quietly] Who's that?
The library was empty when I left it. I swear.
LIBRARY
Ángela, here.
- [doors rattling] - [keys jangle]
[lock clicks]
You locked me in there.
[Koldo sighs]
- [door creaks] - [Ángela exhales]
Why are you dressed like that?
- We're going to a little costume party. - Jesus, Eva. You had one job.
To make sure we were alone in the building.
I guess you're wondering why we're all dressed like clowns.
Rai, back off. You're freaking her out.
- [Rai] You're not gonna snitch on us? - No, she won't.
- Virginia, you won't, right? - Fuckin' shut up!
You won't say anything because now you're in it with us.
- What are you gonna do? - This. We're gonna do this.
["Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore" playing on stereo]
[mournful aria echoing]
- [knocking on door] - [Cruzado inhales sharply]
It's open. You can come in.
[door creaks]
[Cruzado grunts, sighs]
What is this? Who are you? Another outraged student, huh?
Go on. Get outta here. Fuck off!
- [hammer clangs] - [Cruzado] What are you doing? No!
No, no! Wait, stop! Stop! Please!
[piercing high string tremolos]
- [Cruzado grunts] - [glass shatters]
[Cruzado] No, no, no! Stop! [gasps, panting]
[frenzied orchestral music playing]
- [screams] No! - [high-pitched ringing]
Someone help me!
[panting heavily]
[gasping] Oh no. Oh no!
[splutters] Oh no!
No, no. No, please.
Uh, don't!
[panting]
[shuddering with fear]
- [orchestral music intensifies] - [driving horn blasts]
- [Cruzado] Help me! [yelps] - [mask clatters]
[piercing high string tremolos]
[Cruzado] Hey! Hey! No!
No. No!
[orchestral music building]
[Cruzado, echoing] Help! Help!
Help!
[Ángela breathing shakily]
[whispering] Come on. Come on.
[shoes squeak]
- [thwack] - [groans, thuds]
[sinister horn section playing]
[Cruzado moaning] Help me!
[screams] Help!
[groans] I can't see!
[howling in fear]
- No! - [Ángela gasps]
- [Cruzado screams] - No!
- [squelches] - [Ángela gasps]
- [blood dripping] - [Cruzado chokes, gurgling]
[silence falls]
Holy fuck.
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[gasps, sighs]
[wind whistling]
[takes a deep breath]
[hyperventilating]
[tense synth music pulsing]
- [Eva] Ángela! Ángela! - [Koldo] What did you do?
- Why'd you push him? - I didn't push him!
- Cruzado fell on his own. Wasn't my fault. - What happened?
So much blood. His face was covered with it.
- [Sara] Is he dead? - [Rai] No! What the fuck did you do?
Oh my God. You fucking killed him.
- [Nando] Calm down, dude. - No. No.
- No. Hey. This is on all of us. - Wait. I didn't do anything.
Nobody is going fucking anywhere, okay?
- Nobody's moving! - You guys, we have to call the police.
You want us to get arrested for murder?
- [Nando] We have to do something. Now. - I swear Cruzado just fell on his own.
- It was an accident. - [Rai] Don't call anyone.
And we're definitely not calling the police.
That guy was all alone in the building, right?
And no one saw, so it looks like an accident.
- Maybe we should go. - He told Ángela his wife left him.
- Maybe it'll look like he killed himself. - [Rai] Exactly.
- We should tell someone. - No, Ángela. Ángela, please.
We'll all go to jail.
This is all totally fucked, but it'll be worse if we tell anyone.
What do you mean? Are you out of your minds?
Don't fuck this up, Ángela. You got us into this mess.
- [Koldo sighs] - [tense music slowly fades]
[group breathing shakily]
[brooding synth music playing]
[water dripping]
[Rai] This didn't happen.
We won't talk about it again.
We have to swear.
[mask clatters]
I swear.
[mask clatters]
I swear.
[mask clatters]
[quietly] I swear.
No shit.
- [mask clatters] - [Eva] I swear.
I swear.
[mask clatters]
I swear.
[mask clatters]
[softly] I swear.
[Rai sighs]
- [lighter opens, clicks] - [Rai sighs]
[whoosh of flames]
[fire crackling]
[acoustic rendition of "It's a Sin" playing]
[intense, steady strumming]
- [students murmuring] - ♪ When I look back upon my life... ♪
[guy] Hey, guys. Did you hear a professor died at the university last night?
[girl] How sick. I can't believe it.
- WHAT HAPPENED ON MY CAMPUS? - NO WAY!
♪ For everything I long to do... ♪
IT'S CRUZADO!
[indistinct radio chatter]
♪ Or where or who ♪
♪ Has one thing in common too ♪
- [Rai panting] - ♪ It's a, it's a... ♪
[reporter on TV] So far, authorities are not commenting on the cause of death.
- It's suspected it may have been suicide. - [alert chimes]
ÁNGELA: I THOUGHT YOU'D SUPPORT ME, BUT YOU DIDN'T
DON'T CALL ME AGAIN
TRAGIC PASSING OF LUIS CRUZADO REY
♪ Every place I've ever been Everywhere I'm going to ♪
♪ It's a sin ♪
- [typing] - ♪ At school, they taught me how to be... ♪
UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR FOUND DEAD ON CAMPUS
MCSU PROFESSOR DIES IN ACCIDENT
STRUGGLES WITH ALCOHOLISM
ACCIDENT OR SUICIDE
- [crickets chirping] - [Ángela sighs]
♪ For everything I long to do ♪
- [students murmuring] - ♪ No matter when or where or who ♪
♪ Has one thing in common too ♪
- [phone vibrates] - ♪ It's a ♪
- [phone unlocks] - ♪ It's a... ♪
NANDO: I MISS YOU IGNORING ME WON'T CHANGE WHAT WE DID
["It's a Sin" fades out]
Have you seen the news? They think it was suicide.
Listen. We can relax a bit now, okay?
[indistinct chatter]
Ángela, I'm sorry this is happening,
but if we told anyone, they'd have thrown us in jail.
[Ángela sighs, clicks tongue]
Sebas, don't you get it? We're already in jail.
I know what I did, and now you're all involved because of me.
[Sebas sighs]
[students continue chattering]
[professor] All right, everybody.
Please take your seats.
I would do it again.
[professor] Hurry up, please.
For you.
[class falls silent]
[professor clicks tongue] Okay. [sighs]
So, today we're talking about literature of the self,
also known as autofiction.
Works that focus on the combination
between the author's actual lived experience
and a fictional plotline.
THE MADCLOWN IS NOW AN ADMIN OF THE GROUP
[professor] Characters' names and locations might be changed.
The genre of plays with the reader's mind,
making them complicit with the action through confusion.
[Sebas clears throat]
[sinister music playing]
[professor] "Is what I'm reading fictitious... or the truth?"
[Virginia gasps]
[professor] Okay. So this can be a fascinating experience for a reader
because they can analyze the text in a more in-depth way,
looking for clues to compare and contrast that reveal the truth of the situation.
For example...
Psst! [whispering] Look at your phone.
- [sinister music building] - [professor lecturing indistinctly]
[phone unlocks]
[music swells menacingly]
THE MADCLOWN CHAPTER ONE
THE DEATH OF THE PROFESSOR
[music fades slowly]
[Ángela] "Chapter One. The Death of the Professor."
"And that's the story of how the Heroine, the Wild Man,
the Emo, the Babe, the Brat,
the Influencer, the Librarian,
and the Simp ruthlessly murdered the Professor."
"That's how they became the Killer Book Club."
"They all deserve to die for what they did."
"Which is why I'm gonna murder them one by one,
one in each chapter of this novel."
And then, "To be continued."
Where'd they post this bullshit?
On Escrileo, one of those online writing sites.
Mostly it's just crappy fan fiction written by teenagers.
If they know we did it, why wouldn't they call the cops?
They're not using our names yet because they don't want to say who we are.
- They're gonna mess with our heads first. - No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Whoever wrote this was also there.
It was written by one of us.
Hang on a minute. Why would one of us do that?
Why would anyone do that?
The Heroine, your girlfriend. She didn't wanna swear.
And what about you? You also knew about the site.
Anyone who wants to be a writer knows about that website.
- That means all of us. - Not me. I'm not a writer.
- So? You can still be the clown. Hmm? - Please. Stop it, guys.
We're all friends here. None of us wants to kill each other.
We're not insane.
Hey, you love writing, don't you? Hangin' around with your little notebooks.
Rai, that's enough.
Leave it!
"She swallowed a bite of her own guts as blood spilled out..."
[Virginia panting]
[Sara] I think some of these are even worse.
Looks like the clown's gone.
[Eva] You really are a prick. You know that?
- [Rai] Oh yeah? - [Eva] Yeah.
[Rai] Who just found the clown, huh?
[Rai sighs]
[Nando scoffs]
[dryer whirring]
[dryer clicks off]
[water dripping, echoing]
[sounds distort]
[echoing, shuddering breaths]
[unsettling music playing]
[girls speaking indistinctly]
[eerie, high-pitched ringing]
[quietly] You're not real.
[inhales sharply] You're not real.
- [clown roars] - [music swells]
[screams, panting]
- [music fades] - [showers running]
What's the matter?
[Ángela breathing heavily]
[girls continue chatting indistinctly]
[girl] Tell her everyone else will be there.
[indistinct chatter]
- Ángela... there's a second chapter now. - [gasps]
They posted it on the site.
"Chapter Two."
"The Death of the Brat."
[inhales shakily, exhales sharply]
[tense music playing]
"The youngest of the group, the Brat, couldn't handle the fear anymore."
"She was going to run away."
"She was gonna run to her mommy so the clown couldn't get her."
"She thought she could escape, but she was already as good as dead."
[knocking loudly]
[door squeaks]
Where's Virginia?
[roommate] I don't know. She didn't come back here last night.
[sighs] Thanks.
[Ángela] "She walked to the bus stop."
"The street was dark and deserted. The perfect spot to rip out her guts."
"No one would hear her terrified screams,
but she deserved it... because she was a murderer,
and so were all of her little friends."
[crickets chirping]
- [owls hooting] - [music fades slowly]
[electricity crackles]
[ominous music playing]
[crackling fades]
[soft, sultry music playing in ad]
[woman moans softly]
[electricity crackling]
[footsteps approaching]
[shuddering, heavy breaths]
[chilling strings play]
[crackling intensifies]
[heavy breathing]
[piercing scream]
- [fluorescent light buzzes] - [blade swishes]
[Ángela] "She threw her suitcase down and ran."
- "The Brat didn't want to die." - [both panting]
- [dramatic orchestral music playing] - Sebas, there's nothing here.
Over there.
[Ángela] "She got into the school through a hole in the fence."
- [Virginia panting wildly] - [music building]
[gasps]
[clown grunts]
[Virginia screams in terror]
- [blade swishes] - [both panting]
[horn section blares]
- [Sebas] How did she get in? - [crows cawing]
- [Ángela] Look! - [Virginia's screams echo]
[panting]
[Ángela] "The corridors were long and must have seemed endless
as I chased her, brandishing my hammer."
[Ángela and Sebas panting]
This way.
- [music intensifies] - [Virginia screams]
[yelps, gasping for air]
[panting, yells]
[shrieks]
[music fades]
[slicing]
[music swells to a petrifying crescendo]
No. No. Please, no.
[clown's steady breaths echoing]
[Virginia crying] Help! No! No!
No, no, no! Please stop!
Don't! No! [whines]
[Ángela] "She couldn't move but looked me straight in the eyes."
"Terrified, she begged me not to do it, but I took no pity."
- [Virginia whimpers] - [clown inhales]
[bloodcurdling scream]
- [metal clangs] - [blood spurts]
[flesh tearing]
- [metallic scraping] - [clown exhales]
[Ángela] "They all did it together, and they'll all pay."
"I'll write about their deaths in the most terrifying novel of all time."
If it was true, then wouldn't there be blood everywhere... and a body?
Ángela, what if it's just some nutjob writing a crappy novel?
- Ángela. - [Ángela breathing shakily, gasps]
[energetic synth music pulsing]
TO BE CONTINUED...
[Eva] You guys!
We didn't find anything.
But... I know how to find out who the clown is.
[wind whistling]
[Sebas sighs, clicks tongue]
[music swells]
[cart squeals]
[energetic synth music pulsing]
All right. It may very well be that one of us is criminally insane.
But what if this so-called killer clown is also a writer who's really good,
possibly even nuts,
and maybe goes to school with us here and knows who we are?
They might be jealous of us, which means it could be anyone.
Well, there's no way it's a chick. The psycho's a dude for sure.
So you think just 'cause it's horror, the villain can't be a female? Nice.
It's a question of strength.
- I'm a feminist, you guys. - Mind if I continue, then?
- Sure. I'm sorry. - [Eva] Thanks.
Whoever's doing this, whether it's a man or a woman,
is clearly very comfortable writing in this style.
It's someone who's obsessed with horror.
Huh? Long, drawn-out deaths
with characters that are archetypal clichés.
They got all the details.
Everything. They're showing us that they're total nerds about this genre.
And if they go to this university, they've probably borrowed horror books.
- Right? - [Eva] Exactly right. Hold on.
- Okay. - [Eva] Look at this.
So what do we do? Should we interrogate them one by one?
Ask them why they wanna kill us?
Guys, the book that inspired them is the killer clown one from our book club.
And we all know who suggested it.
[laughs] All right. Don't flip out.
The publishers just sent it to me.
They're always doing that for my followers.
Enough, please.
All right. Accusing each other
isn't gonna help us catch whoever's responsible.
What if it's someone who's not here? Nando's not here.
Because he's working at the bar right now.
He's at the bar now? Is it open in the morning?
- [Koldo scoffs] - Listen, I'm... I'm gonna say it again.
We're all friends here. Or thought we were.
Even Virginia. We're not murderers.
Which is why I think we need to make a list of every horror freak
that goes to this university, then stalk them on social media.
That way, we'll know which one is the craziest, right?
[Rai takes a deep breath]
Huh?
Or we could wait for them to pick us off one by one... if you want. Hmm?
[Rai] This is such bullshit.
And where the hell's Virginia's body? Did the clown eat it?
I'll bet you anything Virginia isn't even dead.
[Sara] We're the ones who are taking this shit seriously,
when whoever wrote it might be a total nutjob.
[Koldo] It is very likely that Virginia's not even dead.
[Sebas] Maybe it is just fiction, but that doesn't explain Virginia.
[Ángela] It's like she vanished into thin air.
- [cart squeaks] - [Ángela] We're gonna look for her, right?
[Rai] You're so beautiful, babe. I love when you wear that outfit.
STUDIES AT MCSU
[Sara] What happened? Are you bored?
That's the thing when you can't read.
[Koldo snoring]
- [whispering] How 'bout a quickie? - So you mean the same as always?
Well, it looks like they're not worried about being murdered next.
Fine. This is a list of students who've taken out the most books in these genres.
Psychological terror, thrillers, slashers,
poltergeists, vampires, zombies, occult, etcetera.
Their names are
Koldo Abouk, Virginia Rubio, Sebastián Hoyos, Sara Pons,
Eva Yáñez, Rai García, and Ángela Kuntz.
So that is... all of us.
Our book club. Hmm? [clicks tongue]
And that means that not only are we the biggest freaks
in our whole university,
but we also have the highest probability of being psycho killers
or just plain psychos.
So there's that.
You guys, I'm gonna go for a coffee. Can I get you one?
No cyanide, please. [clicks tongue]
Uh-huh.
[Eva sighs]
- [music fades] - [Ángela sighs]
[doors squeak]
[Nando] I couldn't make it. I got slammed at work.
You're freaking out for nothing.
Virginia wrote it and took off when we figured it out.
[Ángela sighs]
[alert chimes]
LOOKING FOR A BOOK? YOU'RE NOT IN THE HORROR SECTION
[tense music playing]
[Ángela's breath trembling]
ARE YOU WATCHING ME?
YES
[floorboards creaking]
WHAT AM I DOING NOW?
[gasps softly]
[menacing low strings playing]
[exhales shakily]
- [bone-chilling crescendo] - [Ángela gasps]
- [music escalates to a terrifying peak] - [Ángela panting]
[aggressive brass section playing]
- [horns fade] - [tense strings playing]
[panting]
- [floorboards creaking] - [slow, steady footsteps]
[door squeaks open]
[music surges]
[aggressive brass section continues]
[Ángela gasps]
- [screaming] - Ángela. Whoa.
- Nando! The clown! - It's okay. I got you.
- You're all right. It's over. - [Ángela] The clown... [gasps]
- I've got... - [Ángela breathing shakily]
- I just found that. Ángela, it's not... - [doors squeak]
- [Ángela gasps] - [somber music playing]
- What the fuck? What's wrong? - [Eva] Get out!
[Nando] What are you doing? It wasn't me!
- The fuck's going on? - The Heroine's boyfriend.
- The wannabe writer. - [Nando] Shut up.
- [Sebas] Jesus. - Where were you?
Ángela, can we please just talk for a second?
These guys weren't here either.
- Same for Sebas. - I'm not pointing fingers, okay?
Ángela, you know I didn't do it. They want you to think it was me.
- Can we talk? - It's better if you get lost, man.
[somber instrumental music building]
[Ángela sniffles]
- [crickets chirping] - [indistinct conversations]
[somber music dissipates]
Thanks.
- You all right? - [sighs deeply]
This doesn't make any sense. Why would Nando do something like that?
Look, this might help.
It's impossible to figure out if someone's a psycho
just based on their social media, right?
I've been stalking the one person that we know for sure is a nutjob.
THE MADCLOWN CHAPTER 1
- The clown writer. - [pensive music playing]
And this... is his profile
from the fan fiction site where he posted the novel.
It looks like he was trying to get someone to read what he wrote.
- He shared it. - With me?
It's been almost six years since I was on that site.
Yeah.
I know. That's where you wrote The Girl from Carrión.
[flames crackling]
- [music swells] - [Sebas] Does that mean something?
[techno music thumping]
[Koldo] It might be Nando.
The killer's always the person you least expect.
[Sara] Or it's the opposite,
and it turns out to be the most obvious person.
[Koldo] The best friend who's in love with the Heroine?
- I mean, I did think about that, but... - [Sara] Hmm.
I was thinking a true fan of horror novels.
Koldo, a freak and a murderer.
It could also be the feminist writer.
- [Rai sniffling] - Or her crazy boyfriend, frat boy.
[Rai] Three gin and tonics! Hurry!
Hey, psycho! You deaf?
- Where are those drinks at, man? - What, Rai? You're calling me a psycho?
I don't give a shit about your writing stuff.
And didn't you come up with the clown prank?
- [crowd murmurs] - [Sara] Hey! Rai!
Hey. Don't you fuckin' start with me, all right?
- [beat drops] - [crowd cheering]
Well, that was nice.
[techno music continues playing inside]
[lighter clicking]
[ominous low strings playing]
- [music fades] - [alert chimes]
[Ángela gasps]
THE MADCLOWN HAS SENT A MESSAGE
[tense music playing]
[Ángela breathing shakily]
[Ángela] "Chapter Three. The Death of the Wild Man."
"There's nothing more exciting for me
than killing someone who believes himself to be invincible."
"That's exactly what the Wild Man considered himself to be."
"I talk about him in the past because he's now just a dead body."
[Rai snorts]
- [clown breathing heavily] - [unsettling strings play]
[heavy breathing continues]
[laughs]
[sinister orchestral music playing]
Take off that mask. Come on. Show me.
Yeah?
- [Rai grunts] - [clown exhales]
Is this some kind of fucked-up joke?
[cracks up]
[blade whooshes]
- [Rai groans] - [blood spurts]
[Rai gasping for air]
- [sinister music swells] - [thuds loudly, echoes]
[Rai gurgling]
[spits]
[Ángela] "He could see my grinning face over him as his guts spilt out."
"I wanted him to drown in his own blood."
"Then I dragged him to the old swimming pool,
where the book club burned their secrets."
"It's going to make me so happy to keep killing them off one by one."
- [Sara] Rai! - [door squeaks open]
He left the club totally out of his mind. Now he won't answer my calls.
Sara, Rai always takes off and doesn't message you.
Do you think we should go to the police?
That way, we can warn them there's a lunatic on the loose.
It's not some lunatic, Ángela. Rai is right about that.
It's someone in our club.
Nando was working at the bar last night, right?
Oh yeah. He was there. He was arguing with Rai.
[Eva] Sara, the clown said he burned Rai in the pool, right?
But Rai is not here,
and neither are the guts that were supposed to be spilling out.
- There's nothing in here, okay? - [Sara] So where were you last night, Eva?
You're the only one that didn't meet up.
Oh my fucking God.
So you're telling me you think I'm a suspect now?
Hmm. Well, listen, good luck finding your piece of shit boyfriend.
Bye. [kisses]
Big kisses, sweetie.
[Sara takes a deep breath]
- [Sebas] Hey. - [door bangs shut]
Found somethin'.
[tense music playing]
[Sebas panting]
TO BE CONTINUED...
Welcome to the latest vid on my channel,
where I give you books to read and a date with me. [chuckles]
I wanna recommend a book that you can't find at the library.
This one's published online, chapter by chapter.
It's about a clown who's a psycho killer, and he's the protagonist.
And the best part, you guys? This motherfucker's writing it.
And it's set at my university. What's it about?
A literature professor is found dead,
impaled on the lance of a statue of Don Quixote.
Crazy, right?
And so the main suspects are a group of lit students.
And one by one, the clown gets his revenge on them.
And this legend goes through each murder in a separate chapter.
I love it.
The best part is that it's interactive. The readers get to decide what happens.
Basically, they set up an online poll, and you can sign up to vote.
This dude's crazy.
He just posted about it right here. Boom! It's so cool.
I already have some favorite contenders.
I really like the Influencer. I wouldn't get rid of that guy.
The Emo? Eh, I... I'm not sure I trust him.
The Simp is boring as shit.
And the Librarian's a bitchy know-it-all.
I think I'd go after the Heroine. Not gonna lie.
After all, she got them all into this.
All right, you guys. That's my video.
Remember to like and subscribe, and I'll see you on the next one.
Memento vivere!
THE HEROINE NEXT!
[indistinct chatter]
- Alea iacta est. - The fuck's the matter with you?
- Piece of shit. He'll go after Ángela. - [Sara] Nando.
I want to make sure he doesn't come after me.
What the fuck, bro?
Relax. You're acting like I'm the murderer or something.
- Nando, come on. People are watching. - [Nando scoffs]
Hey. Calm down, okay?
Where's Ángela? She won't answer my calls. She blocked my number.
- Sara! - She blocked you for a reason.
Nando, you really should go. Please. You'll make things worse.
Just tell me where she is.
She's hiding. The clown said that she's next.
Ángela doesn't trust you right now, and neither do I.
[Nando scoffs]
Okay.
[somber music playing]
[guy] Koldo, man. What's up with him?
[scoffs] Ah, it's nothin'. He thinks I hit on his girlfriend.
My turn?
Well, at least the clown can't find you here.
[music fades]
- We'll be safe. - [Ángela chuckles]
- Sebas, thank you. - [chuckles lightly]
I think I got some wine in the fridge. I'll go check.
[unsettling piano music playing]
[heavy breathing]
[music swells]
[Ángela breathing shakily]
[clown's breath echoing]
[whispering] Not real.
[breath trembling]
- [Sebas] Ángela. - [gasps]
[sighs]
- [glasses clink] - Come on. I want to show you somethin'.
[somber piano music playing]
I told you how I was following all the clown's social media.
I, uh... think I found somebody he's following.
Alicia.
[tense music playing]
It says "writer" in the description on her profile page but not much else.
Six years.
Do you know her?
[sighs] She's the protagonist of my novel.
[flames crackling]
The Girl from Carrión.
I met Alicia on this site.
She told me she thought of me as her best virtual friend. [sighs]
And she told me about being isolated with her mom.
Her mother's strange obsession with literature.
She would force Alicia to spend hours reading all the books in the house.
[mother breathing heavily]
She'd make her write about them.
And if she stopped reading and writing, her mother would beat her.
[mother gasps]
It was something out of a horror story.
[breathing shakily]
She dreamt of being a writer too, but I... I was blocked and needed a story,
and Alicia's was it.
I decided to change the names.
I never thought anyone would publish it, but someone did.
And it was such a big hit...
My dream was coming true, Sebas. I couldn't say no.
You understand?
[Sebas sighs]
[tender instrumental music playing]
[exhales heavily]
Alicia found out before I had time to explain it to her.
She told me that she would write something one day
that would hurt me far more than I had ever hurt her.
[gasoline splashing]
What does that mean?
Alicia's the murderer?
[somber instrumental music playing]
[quietly] Alicia's dead, Sebas.
What?
Look. [sighs]
- [mouse clicks] - [typing]
DAUGHTER MURDERS MOTHER
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER DIE IN CARRIÓN FIRE
[Ángela] Murdered her mother.
[mother gasps]
[flames crackling]
And after that...
- [flames roar] - [mother's screams echo]
...she apparently died in the fire too,
but I'm almost positive that it was suicide, Sebas.
- And that's on me. - Hey. Listen.
No. That's why I'm called the Heroine. 'Cause I started all this.
It couldn't possibly be just that. Okay?
If Alicia is dead, then what about the clown?
- What about Cruzado? - No idea, Sebas! I don't know.
What I know is that my friends are dying and it's my fault.
And I have no idea why this is happening. I just want it to end. [crying softly]
[Sebas sighs]
Don't say that. Okay?
[tender instrumental music playing]
I'm sorry.
[sighs]
I'm in love with you.
Always have been.
[music grows somber]
[club music thumping]
[alert chimes]
WANT TO SAVE THE HEROINE?
MCSU MEDICAL SCHOOL
- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. - No, Sebas...
[sighs] I... can't think right now.
[chuckles softly] I hear you.
[gentle music playing]
I just want to be honest.
[Ángela sighs]
[gentle violin music playing]
[Sebas breathing heavily]
[music fades]
[screens buzzing faintly]
[lock clicks]
[automated voice] Turn left.
- [tense music playing] - [exhales]
Ángela?
[exhales shakily]
[screens droning faintly]
[automated voice] You have reached your destination.
[Nando exhales]
[ominous music playing]
[tender instrumental music playing]
[both breathing heavily]
[gentle music fades]
[Nando breathing shakily]
[sinister music plays]
[Nando grunts]
[heavy breathing]
[tense music booms]
[blade rings]
[ominous guitar music playing]
[music swells]
[both panting]
[intense orchestral music playing]
[orchestral music fades]
[clown exhales heavily]
[energetic synth music pulsing]
[echoing breath]
[both panting]
[energetic synth music building]
[clown's heavy breathing echoing]
[Nando grunts]
[clown groans]
[synth music intensifies]
[both grunt]
- [panting echoing] - [Ángela moans]
[music grows to a terrifying climax]
- [Ángela moans, echoing] - [gentle music playing]
[both panting]
- [alert chimes] - [Sebas gasps]
THE MADCLOWN HAS SENT YOU A MESSAGE
[ominous music playing]
ENJOY!
CHAPTER 4 THE DEATH OF THE EMO
[ominous music swells]
- [music fades] - [siren wailing in distance]
- [Ángela breathing shakily] - [pen clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
[Ángela] Sebas.
I'd rather do this on my own.
- I'm really sorry if... - I understand.
Nando. Look, I'm sorry. I was freaking out. And Sebas, he...
- [Nando grunts] - [Ángela sighs]
No, I'm sorry. [sighs]
[Nando exhales deeply]
Are you all right?
The clown posted the chapter about what happened at the medical school.
He said that he left you dead on the floor.
I... I mean, what happened? How are you here?
I just fainted.
Would it be better if I was dead? You could rule me out as the clown.
No. Uh, no, no. Of course not.
- Holy shit. - [Ángela] It's not that.
[sighs]
A girl is dead because of me.
Someone knows what I did, and that's why they're writing this novel.
- What are you saying? - [Ángela gasps]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Hey, just calm down.
Let me help you with this. I'll think of something.
[quietly] Get outta here. Get a move on. Go.
[Ángela sighs]
- [officer] Are you Fernando Aguado? - [Nando] Yes.
[officer] The one they found unconscious at the school?
[alert chimes]
[tense music playing]
THE MADCLOWN: HI, CLUB! I'M PUBLISHING MY NOVEL!
KOLDO THE BOOKLOVER
[Koldo] Evening, bookworms.
I've got a new message for you about the killer clown.
[shakily] He's published paperback copies of his novel
and will be signing them for you at the horror story book fair.
- You got it? - [indistinct chatter]
[Koldo] As an homage to him,
the clown wants us all to dress up like killer clowns. [scoffs]
I'll put the fair's location and schedule down below in the comments section.
And, uh, remember to like and subscribe.
And memento vivere.
[crowd applauds]
[indistinct, excited chatter]
Getting your followers to dress like killer clowns?
It's fucking demented.
[indistinct, overlapping conversations]
Nando. I'm so glad you're all right.
- [Nando sighs] - [Sebas] Really.
[scoffs] For real? Seriously, guys. Can you just trust each other?
Someone want to explain why we're all here?
I'm assuming whoever doesn't meet us is the clown
because they're signing books, right?
But not Rai.
At this point, I'm not sure what I prefer.
That he's the murderer or dead.
- We're still missing Koldo. - Well, it's obviously him.
You think Koldo's smart enough? He's an influencer. Are you serious?
[woman] Listen. I don't know anything
about clowns being invited to the book signing.
This is outrageous. Can't you see you're offending the author?
I guess Koldo's using this as a gimmick to get more followers.
Like that murder poll where they ended up killing someone else.
[alert chimes]
[band playing in distance]
THE MADCLOWN IS LIVE STREAMING
[Ángela] The clown's livestreaming this.
But only for us.
- [tense music playing] - [indistinct chatter on phone]
- [Nando] What the fuck, man? - [guy] What's with you? Give me my phone.
- Uh, sorry, dude. I made a mistake. - Fuckin' piece of shit.
[Ángela] Nando.
He's gotta be over there.
There.
Give it.
- [girl 1] Hey. What the hell? - Sorry.
[girl 2] Hey! Give me my phone!
- What's your problem? - [Sebas] No!
- That was new, for fuck's sake! - Well, now it's a piece of shit.
Those guys?
What the hell? I know you're pissed. We'll fix it.
- Are you guys insane? - What are you doing?
- [girl 2] Hey! That bitch broke my phone! - Hey! Come back!
[guy] I'll go check it out and let you know.
I'll take care of it. I'll get it fixed.
Check it out.
Nando!
[grunts]
[panting, gasps]
- [radio beeps] - [indistinct radio chatter]
[gasps]
[panting]
[tense music fades]
[wings flapping]
[birds singing]
[cell phone beeps]
[rustling below]
- [ominous music playing] - [heavy breathing]
[music swells]
Motherfucker.
[inhales sharply]
[indistinct, overlapping conversations]
[tense music playing]
[Ángela gasps]
[exhales shakily]
[ominous music continues]
[clown breathing heavily]
[Sara panting]
[birds singing]
[Sara whimpers]
[ominous music swells]
[Sara yelps]
[panting]
- [grunts] - [clown groans]
[intense orchestral music playing]
[music fades]
[ominous low strings play]
[intense orchestral music resumes]
[high-pitched ringing]
[loud chatter]
[gasps, clicks tongue] Nando!
Sebas!
[breathing shakily]
- [orchestral music resumes] - [clown grunts]
[Sara panting]
[yelps]
[shrieks]
[blade swishes]
[tense strings playing]
[Ángela breathing shakily]
- [doors rattling] - [Sara grunts]
- Ángela, help me! - Sara!
- [doors rattling] - No! No!
[shrieks] Sara!
- No! Look behind you! - [cries out]
- [Sara inhales sharply] - [Ángela gasps]
[orchestral music swells]
[sinister horn section blasts]
[Sara spluttering]
[screams]
[coughing weakly]
[Ángela sobbing]
[Sara gasping weakly]
[chokes softly]
[clown breathing heavily]
[Ángela hyperventilating]
[balloons rustling]
[crowd clamoring]
[Ángela] Nando!
[sobs softly] Sebas!
- [voices distort and echo] - [unsettling music playing]
[Ángela whimpers]
[sounds fade]
[clown gasping for breath]
- [Ángela] Oh! - [crowd murmuring]
[clown choking]
[marching band continues playing lively tune in distance]
[Koldo gurgling weakly]
- [Koldo spluttering] - [crowd screaming]
[ominous music playing]
[Koldo exhales sharply]
- [blood spurting] - [crowd screaming]
[ominous music building]
[Eva whimpers, breathing shakily]
I didn't do it.
- [sirens approaching] - I just took it away from the clown.
- [sounds distort] - [heart thumping]
[Ángela gasps]
[thuds heavily, echoes]
[crowd clamoring indistinctly]
[high-pitched ringing]
[ringing intensifies]
[Nando] Ángela. Ángela.
[ominous music crescendos]
[music fades abruptly]
[helicopter blades whirring overhead]
- [echoing breath] - [man speaking over PA]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[crowd clamoring outside]
[Ángela sighs weakly]
- You feeling better? - [Ángela gasps softly]
[Nando] You fainted.
Here. The clown sent this.
- HEROINE, COME ALONE - [sinister laughter on video]
[Nando] It's Eva. We have to tell the police now, Ángela.
[Ángela breathing shakily]
If we tell them, the clown will kill Sebas.
I don't want anyone else to die because of me.
I've got to do this... alone.
- What, are you crazy? You can't do that. - I've gotta stop it.
I've gotta do this. No one else is dying. You hear me?
[Nando] But what if you do?
- Let go of me. - You're risking everything for that guy?
Because I can't help you with that, Ángela.
I'm going.
[energetic synth music playing]
[Nando huffs]
[under breath] Fuck. Son of a bitch.
[sighs deeply]
[heroic orchestral music playing]
[blade rings]
- [music fades] - [labored breathing]
[somber music playing]
[blade clatters]
[Ángela, softly] Eva. [sniffles]
Hey. Hey.
[crying] Eva.
[Eva whimpering]
Eva. [sobs]
[Eva spluttering indistinctly]
I didn't do it.
[shakily] Shh. It's okay.
- Don't speak. - [Eva sobs, splutters]
The... [grunts]
[smacks lips] The clown is...
[gurgles, gasps]
It's... [breathing shakily]
[gasps, chokes]
[Ángela gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[energetic synth music playing]
[Ángela panting]
[energetic synth music building]
[sinister cackling on film]
- [projector whirring] - [zooming on film]
[Ángela] Sebas.
[softly] Sebas. Hey.
- [Sebas] Hey, Ángela. Help me. - [hushing]
- Ángela, please. Help me. - Shh, Sebas.
- Please. Ángela. - It's okay.
Shh, shh. [panting]
[rustling]
- He's here. - [gasps]
[Sebas] The clown.
- [gasps] - He brought me here then went for you.
- He's insane. - That's not true. He's obsessed with you.
No, no, no. Listen to me. Don't believe him.
- Please, Ángela. Trust me. - [Sebas] He's lying.
- Listen. You've gotta listen to me. - I love you.
And I know you love me.
- We love each other, Ángela. - Shut up!
That's why you slept with me.
- [music stops abruptly] - [Ángela] Uh, no.
[breathing shakily] Nando...
Tell me he's lying, Ángela.
- [Ángela] Nando... - Do it.
- Kill him. - [Ángela] Nando, don't...
[gasps] Please, Nando.
- [gasps] - [sinister music playing]
[Sebas chuckles softly]
- [Nando groans] - [Ángela shrieks]
- [slashes] - [gasps]
[Ángela] Nando! [crying] No. No.
- No, Nando. - [Nando thuds]
- [somber music playing] - [Sebas sighs]
[Ángela breathing shakily]
[Nando panting, grunts]
[mournful violin plays]
[Ángela panting]
[Sebas sighs]
[inhales sharply, softly] Shit.
It would have been a much cooler ending if you'd killed him.
It's me.
I'm the clown.
- [Ángela] No. - Yes.
No, it can't be you.
- [gasps] - Of course it could be me.
I created all of this for you.
[hushed] But why, Sebas?
[breath trembling]
Really? Seriously?
[Ángela gasps]
[tense strings playing]
[Ángela panting]
[music cuts out]
I don't know. It's just, um...
it's a bit disappointing when the killer explains everything, y'know?
But if you're that basic, I'll try to break it down for you.
There are two kinds of writers.
Those who like to just, well, go wherever the story takes them, hmm?
[hammer clatters]
And those who use a map, planning everything out before.
[clowns laughing maniacally in film]
[pensive orchestral music playing]
Like me.
[loud groaning on film]
So that's what I did. I planned it. All of it.
Nothin' left to chance.
I wrote out all the parts.
[Ángela] "...the Heroine, the Wild Man, the Emo, the Babe,
the Brat, the Influencer..."
And Cruzado's assault.
- [Cruzado] I got your email. - [Ángela] You did?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to send it. I thought I hadn't.
[sighs] The whole killer clowns thing was also me.
Hey, we should do that to Cruzado, huh?
I even wrote his death.
- [thwack] - [groans, echoes]
[Sebas] It was a wonderful chapter, by the way.
[high-pitched ringing]
- [Cruzado] Help me! - [Sara] What happened?
[Ángela] So much blood. His face was covered with it.
- [Ángela gasps] No! - No!
I wrote it all.
See, I wanted you to be the heroine
of the most terrifying horror story ever written.
And she suffers. Oh, man, she really suffers,
watching all her little friends get murdered.
[Eva] The clown said he burned Rai in the pool, right?
- [can clatters] - [Eva] But Rai is not here.
Neither are the guts that are supposed to be spilling out of his body.
[whoosh of flames]
[fire crackling]
She didn't trust her own boyfriend.
[softly] Look at him now. Poor guy.
You know, there's also something that I thought I'd never write.
Know what it was?
[sighs]
That you and the killer would fuck. [chuckles]
[somber music playing]
That was my favorite chapter.
Look at me.
Look at me, bitch!
[tender instrumental music playing]
[gently] We wrote that chapter together.
[quietly] You're crazy, you know?
[chuckles softly] Yeah. You might be right.
[sighs, scoffs]
I wanted to be a writer too.
[tense music playing]
I was also on that website. The one where you met Alicia.
Alicia?
I'm almost positive that it was suicide, Sebas.
And that's because of what I did. That's why I'm called the Heroine.
- [Ángela breathing shakily] - Alicia. [sighs]
Did you have a virtual romance?
ALI: MY BEST FRIEND WROTE A NOVEL ABOUT MY LIFE. I WANT TO DIE
Well, she and I did.
You took advantage of her.
- Yeah. Yeah, you did. - No.
GACY: SHE'S THE ONE WHO'S GOING TO DIE
You drove my girlfriend out of her damn mind.
You made her want to kill herself.
[flames crackle]
- [Sebas] And kill her own mother. - [screaming]
And that's why, Ángela...
I'm writing this novel.
Because I have a classic motive,
the most classic motive in all of literary history.
[softly] Revenge.
[groans, screams]
[gurgling, cries out]
[moans]
[Ángela] Nando. [crying]
- [groans] - [blood dripping]
[breathing shakily] Nando, I'm sorry. I'll get help.
- [suspenseful music playing] - [footsteps fading]
[Ángela panting]
[grunts]
Ángela!
[Ángela grunts]
[Ángela gasps]
[heart thumping]
[clown breathing heavily]
[Ángela gasps]
Surprise. [giggles]
[quietly] Virginia?
- [mask falls] - [Virginia exhales]
[ominous low strings playing]
Virginia's just a stupid character that I created.
My name is Alicia.
And you are my best friend.
No... you can't be. [chuckles nervously]
- [mother screams] - [flames roar]
[Ángela] Alicia, you're dead.
[Alicia scoffs]
[Ángela] You committed suicide in that fire.
- [laughs] No, that never happened. - [footsteps approach]
I forgot to tell you that this novel was written by the two of us.
[Alicia] Remember when I told you that I would write a novel one day
that would hurt you more than you ever hurt me?
Are you enjoying it?
The ending is so good, you're gonna love it.
Just you wait.
With all these clowns around, Ángela develops a case of coulrophobia,
which eventually makes her go out of her mind
and murder every single one of her friends
because they made her promise not to talk about what happened to Cruzado.
Except for Sebas, her best friend ever.
And he writes a novel that becomes a bestseller.
And then there's a movie. And then there's a sequel.
[Alicia giggles]
We're gonna be rich. [gasps]
You'll be rich?
I don't think so.
You can't take any credit.
Alicia, you're dead.
He'll get the credit. [scoffs]
Are you gonna let him do that?
You're the one who wants to be a writer, but he'll get all the money.
Shut up. That's enough, Ángela.
I know what you're doing here.
We're gonna use a pseudonym. Those books always sell.
It's the perfect plan.
No, it isn't perfect.
Because you've both forgotten something.
The Emo
isn't actually dead.
- What do... - [Nando] Write this!
[Alicia screams] Sebas!
- [Sebas grunts] - [squelches]
[Alicia wails]
- [Ángela gasps] - Get outta here! Run!
[groans]
[Alicia shrieks]
- [suspenseful orchestral music playing] - [Ángela panting]
[Alicia] Get back here!
[both panting]
[Alicia screaming] Ángela!
[fluorescent lights buzzing]
[Alicia] You're not getting away!
[machinery whirring]
[Alicia panting and grunting]
[gasps softly]
[ominous low strings playing]
[bangs loudly]
[Ángela gasps]
[electricity crackling]
[liquid rattling through tubes]
[whistling eerie tune]
- [Ángela strains, grunts] - [switch squeaks]
[Alicia, in singsong] Ángela!
You don't want to be the Heroine anymore?
[liquid flowing]
[Alicia] Is that it?
- [clangs] - Where are you hiding?
My novel's almost finished. Ángela, don't you remember?
You die at the end.
Ángela, we need to finish this.
[grunts]
- [latch squeaks] - [electricity crackles]
[whoosh of flames]
[Alicia gasps] No! No, no, no, no!
No, no! [shrieking]
- [epic orchestral music playing] - [Alicia] No! No, no, no! [wails]
[bloodcurdling scream]
The fucking end.
[epic ends abruptly]
[somber string music playing]
- [sirens wailing] - [police radio beeps]
- [officers speaking indistinctly] - [officer 1] Stand back.
[officer 2] Stand behind the line.
I said get back.
[energetic synth music pulsing]
[officer 1] Stand back.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Ángela] Nando. [sighs]
Nando.
[softly] Hey.
I love you.
So much.
Can I go with him?
[softly] Thank you.
I'm right here.
[energetic music continues playing]
[engine starts]
[energetic music fades out]
[woman] Sequels.
ONE YEAR LATER
The continuation of a story, which takes place in the same world
but at a later point in time.
Same characters, same plotlines.
Sequels have become the new normal in contemporary literature.
You can't have a bestseller without a sequel.
Obviously. The audience is built in.
And all they want is just more of the same.
I feel like sequels are such a cop-out.
"If it worked the first time, we'll regurgitate it."
[professor] If a novel is successful, is it smart or redundant?
Well, a sequel only makes sense if there are loose ends to be tied up.
Otherwise, you're dredging something up, and that doesn't usually work.
[professor] Exactly. The main problem with sequels is that if the...
Very nice. That's why everyone thinks you're a nerd.
- I guess that's just who I am. - [Nando laughs]
[professor]...cases of these subsequent novels. Understood?
For next class, bring in some examples.
- Okay. See ya next week. - [bell rings]
There's a Gothic literature class in room 237. Wanna go?
You know you don't actually have to go to everything?
- Sounds like a classic newbie move. - [Nando chuckles]
How else am I supposed to rise to your level?
Whoa! [scoffs]
You should go.
I'm gonna get a bit of writing done
because my publishers reached out, and they wanna know what I've been up to.
- Crimes on Campus? - [Ángela] Mm-hmm.
- This time, I have a good feeling. - Of course you do. It's your story.
See ya later.
- Are you serious? - Yes. I couldn't believe it.
[overlapping conversations]
[guy] That's impossible.
[ominous music playing]
[background sounds distort]
[voices echoing]
[birdsong echoing eerily]
[Ángela breathing shakily]
[clown panting heavily]
[suspenseful music playing]
[shrieks]
- KILLER BOOK CLUB - [hammer clangs]
- ["We Are Your Friends" playing] - ♪ Ah! ♪
[hypnotic electro house beat thumping]
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
[funky synth beat playing]
- ♪ Because we are your friends ♪ - [synth beat fades]
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
- ♪ Well, come on, well, come on ♪ - [bright chords playing]
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
- ♪ Because we are your friends ♪ - [synth beat resumes]
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
♪ Because we are your friends ♪
♪ You'll never be alone again ♪
♪ Well, come on ♪
[song ends]