AfterDeath

Okay! Okay!

Okay!

What'?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh! Okay.

Grab me! Yeah!

Uh! Kiss me.

Grab me! Uh!

Uh! Uh!

Grab them. Come on.

Uh! Uh!

Kiss me.

Hi.

I'm Robyn.

Hi.

Hi.

Seb.

Sorry, this is, er...

Liwy.

- Liwy!

- I told you it's Liwy!

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Patricia.

You okay?

I guess We've just

had a bit of time to get used to it.

Oh, Christ! She's at it again.

Hey!

Of course.

No blood.

How's the nutcase?

She killed herself yet'?

You know that doesn't work here, right'?

Pat, was it'?

Patricia.

Will you do us a favour, Pat'?

Will you f*** off'?

Is she still there?

She keeps doing that "foomph" thing.

That...

- What?!

- You'll see.

Right, come on. You're not

the only one who's freaked out.

You're going to help me figure this out.

What's your name'?

Onie.

It's Onie.

Onie'?

Do any of you know where we are'?

- We're dead.

- We're dead. Yeah.

We're all dead.

And realizing that, you just thought,

"Threesome!"?

Do you remember how you got here'?

We were in J.J's.

It was a great night.

Tunes were banging. Place was heaving.

But then it started to

get fuller and fuller.

People started to get crushed.

And then the noise.

Like thunder.

I thought it was the

bass at first, until...

it all started coming down.

Panic, screaming.

Blackness.

And, er, next thing I know, I'm soaked.

Freezing.

Hanging on to the cooler

I'd nicked from the VIPs.

And then there's the girls.

Freezing, just like me.

Washed up.

But there was no sign of my mate Sean.

He'd rubbed the stamp off his hand

and been kicked out.

No f***ing nightclub collapsed on him.

We climbed the bank.

And that's when we saw this place.

But it makes you wonder...

...what the f*** did we do...

to deserve this?

What does it mean?

"Clean slate".

It's Latin.

You wake up dead.

That's about as bad as things go, right'?

But then there's booze

and there's girls.

And What about the smoke?

Hmm?

What smoke?

The thing that was...

It was on the beach.

It made a noise. It was...

It was in here when you three were...

When you were...

F***ing.

She keeps doing it.

She keeps doing it.

She goes, she comes back.

Always right where she was.

How often'?

For how long?

It's never the same.

No, towards me a bit. Yeah! That's it.

Got to make your own fun

though, don't you'?

So did you guys all know each other,

before the club'?

I don't mean anything by this. Rob, is it'?

Robyn.

Yeah, this whole interrogation thing.

It's getting kind of tired.

So What should I be doing?

Humping the first dead guy I meet?

- Ex-f***ing-cuse me'?

- Look...

I don't mean to interrupt

whatever it was you were doing.

I mean, if you're enjoying it, that's fine.

I want to get home.

Do you think we can... go home?

Well, Liwy, if we all pull together

and work as a team, then...

Christ! You're in management, aren't you'?

Are you a regular at JJ's'?

Have we met'?

I think I've seen you there.

Why did they keep letting people in'?

Money.

The evil of money, ladies, always is.

Welcome to hell.

This isn't hell.

Do you think they hang paintings

like that in heaven?

Oh... come on!

Well, that's why.

Hell is other people.

No.

The reason it's hell

is because of this...

What do you think?

Hell'?

You still not sure'?

I'm not going out there.

Because it's so warm and cosy in here'?

It was.

Anyway...

You don't know what's out there.

Look, I'm going home.

- I don't think we can.

- But you don't know that.

Let's find out.

Ridiculous.

Where is it she goes

when she disappears?

- Who really cares'?

- You think she's going back'?

Yes!

Onie, I think you're still alive somewhere.

In the rubble or in a hospital by now.

- Maybe time isn't the same here?

- You just want to believe that.

Have you even looked anywhere else'?

Maybe there are others like us. Seb'?!

No. I'm fine, thanks.

You know, my dad always says

that people who demand to be listened to

really have nothing to say.

Fine.

Come on.

ls it me or is that lighthouse

not getting any closer'?

Are you keeping up?

F***!

What was that?

Don't stop!

You can't just keep going.

- Onie can find her own way back.

- She'll come back.

She always comes back.

Liwy, you do hear that, right'?

Do you really want to stay here?

No, we wait for her!

Take it.

Take it!

B*tch!

Go on!

I can't see the house.

Liwy.

- What's...?

- Come on!

Come on!

Robyn...

- Oh, you have to be joking!

- What?

That's not possible.

We' re back.

Seb'? Tricia?

Sssh!

Fucks sake!

Seb.

Be careful.

Boo!

Do that again. I f***ing dare you.

- You walked in a circle.

- No.

We were always going

towards the lighthouse.

You must have walked in a circle. You know,

my dad always says the simplest thing...

Put it to sleep, Pat, will you'?

All right. So come on, you two,

What the f*** happened'?

Something was in there with us.

It took over.

You know, this is my flat.

This room. The table,

the sofas, the kitchen.

It's the exact same place I shared when

I was a student. The same shitty furniture.

But not the cooler?

No.

That's mental.

That's, like, I brought it with me.

Nice place!

The bedroom. This bedroom.

This was my mum and dad's bedroom.

Me and my sister's first bedroom,

before we moved to England.

So this is all built from places we know?

The bathroom's mine.

It's from the community centre.

My church group.

Bible thumper?

You?

No wonder you're pissed off,

Winding up here.

Look around. Does this feel

like a Christian thing to you'?

Well, you're the expert.

What's your bit'?

This is. The house.

The outside.

And the lighthouse.

Mum used to take me to Devon every year.

She had a...

friend who'd let us use it.

I remember it bigger.

But then you always do, I suppose.

Every year, she'd draw

a face on the window.

I'd have to work out who it was.

And then one year she drew this.

Of course, it didn't look like anyone,

so I gave up.

It was her Way of telling me

she was pregnant.

It was just the outline of a face.

Unfinished.

We should find something to nail over that.

I want my mum.

Huh?

Still live at home, just me and her.

She's brilliant on birthdays, my mum!

She's got great taste. Always

gets me vouchers.

I always wanted to be a good mum one day.

No hammer. No nails.

And I seriously doubt a tea tray and

some forks is going to stop this thing.

F***ing hell-art, man! This Wasn't ours.

We had a Predator poster up there.

And then some bird with

her knickers pulled aside...

shaved.

You are here.

Other beaches, other houses.

It's not just us.

I don't think so.

This house.

It's made for us, specifically.

Let's try something.

- What did we do to deserve this'?

- Are you kidding?

If we're being punished,

then somebody thinks we did something.

Maybe we should work out what that is.

Oh, yeah! Truth or dare.

I'm not f***ing doing that!

What have you got to lose'?

There's only one way to play this game.

Right. Shall I start then?

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