Prankz Page #4
- Year:
- 2017
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any reception down here.
You're gonna have to
go back up if you want.
Okay, go.
[Will] You really think it's her?
Of course it is, man.
It's got to be her.
[Will] How's she get
back in here though?
Well, didn't she say she
knew someone that worked here.
[Will] Yeah, Sam, her ex.
Ah, yes, the good-looking
one, who's not a footballer.
[Will] Oh my God.
Oh, text.
(laughs) I told you.
I told you it was her,
man, look, check it out.
[Will] For f***'s sake.
She's just sent that to me.
[Will] This is f***ed.
Right, she's down there.
She must be hiding.
[Carly] What?
(chanting music over loudspeaker)
[Will] Woah, what the f*** is that?
Oh man, fair play to her.
This is f***ing mental.
No, what is that?
[Will] What is it?
[Carly] Just, have a look, come look.
[Zac] There's a person.
(music chants over loudspeaker)
[Will] What the f***, mate?
(music chants over loudspeaker)
(they gasp)
- F*** me.
- Oh my God.
[Will] F***.
(Zac gasps)
What the f*** is.
Hey, it's plastic.
[Carly] Oh my God.
[Zac] It's a f***ing mannequin.
[Will] A f***ing mannequin, Jesus.
(Zac mumbles)
Is Abs in there?
[Carly] Guys, guys, look.
[Will] What is it?
Oh, thank God.
That's all over, mate, look.
She's played it absolute blinder here.
I was scared, I know you
were scared, I was terrified.
[Carly] Oh my God.
[Will] She's done a good
job of that, I tell you what.
[Zac] I tell you what, Carly
lets get a selfie with it.
We'll put it in the video.
[Will] Oh, sh*t, his leg just moved.
[Zac] F*** off.
(Will laughs)
Dude, seriously.
[Carly] What now, not now.
[Will] Yeah, he's got something.
Ready?
Abs, you almost got us,
um, nice one, Abs.
(they laugh)
[Will] Good job, Abby.
Woah.
We good?
Any more of Abby's friends about?
(laughs) Yeah, look,
there's loads of them.
[Carly] (Laughs) Oh, god.
[Will] Lovely.
[Zac] Wow.
[Will] God, that will be
you in a few years, mate,
that hairline.
[Zac] This one?
[Will] Yeah (laughs).
[Carly] No one is like
wearing full makeup.
That's like a woman's one.
[Will] Ah.
(Carly laughs)
[Zac] Oh, Will, check it out, look.
[Will] What is it?
YouTuber of the Year award, wa-hay.
(Carly laughs)
[Will] You get a gold star.
[Zac] Jesus, man,
there's more of them, look.
[Carly] Oh my God, it's so creepy.
[Will] Faceless.
[Zac] Faceless freaks.
Jesus.
Oh Christ.
There's a fair few of them in there, man.
That one.
[Will] That's just,
that's just a mess, isn't it?
[Zac] What's gone on with his face?
Look at these two.
Look in there.
[Will] Abs, you can come out now.
Abby.
Oh, f***'s sake.
[Zac] Hey Will, where's the door, man?
Ooh, just look, there's more of them.
[Carly] It's so creepy.
[Will] Abby, you home?
[Zac] Oh, man, this is
f***ing scary, look at this.
[Will] Oh, sh*t.
That is not a pretty site, is it?
Yeah, what is it, man?
What's going on?
Where's Velma?
[Will] Um, don't know, yeah,
she was just back there a second ago.
Man, I'll sh*t her right up.
[Will] That f***ing mask.
[Zac] You love that mask.
How's it look?
[Will] Um, yeah, still
the same knobhead, mate.
(Zac laughs)
[Zac] Oh, Carly.
Where are you?
Hello, mate.
(phone ringtone rings)
[Will] Zac?
Abby's phone's in here.
Come here, mate.
(phone ringtone rings)
Zac?
You there?
What the f***.
Abby, you can come out now.
F***.
What are you doing there?
Zac, mate, you got to
come and see this, mate.
Zac.
Mate, come here.
Carly?
Guys?
What the f***?
F*** me.
[Abby] Will!
[Will] Abby?
[Abby] Will!
[Will] This isn't funny any more, Abby.
Abs, come on, you can come out.
[Announcer] (mumbles)
below a tunnel in 1892.
Authorities at the time estimate (mumbles)
brought here after his death.
[Will] Hi, can I get police, please?
Hi, my name's Will.
with my girlfriend, Abby,
and we've been locked in,
you know, Fort Newhaven?
Yeah, by the cliff.
Yeah, yeah, that's me.
No, no, this isn't,
no, this isn't a prank.
This isn't a prank.
No, no, I'm serious.
Please believe, like, my girlfriend,
I don't know where she is,
but she was just like screaming my name
a second ago down in the
tunnels or something,
I don't know.
It's really freaking me out.
Yeah.
Okay, well, I'm here with my mate, Zac,
and uh, yeah, yeah, him.
Yeah, Zac, and there's this other girl,
Carly, as well.
She's down here, too, but
I don't know where they've gone, man.
In the tunnels or something,
I really just want to go home.
Okay, it's just I've been
stuck here for so long,
and it's just sent me
a bit barmy, you know.
My girlfriend, she left,
like two, three hours ago.
And I just heard her screaming,
like absolutely screaming my name.
40 minutes, are you f***ing serious?
I'm stuck in here.
Yeah, man, I know, but.
Yes, no, I'm sorry, it's
just, yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just I'm really f***ing scared.
[Carly] Who's that?
[Will] I called police.
[Carly] Why?
[Will] Don't tell me you
didn't hear that screaming?
I'm pretty sure that was Abby.
[Carly] No, really, where?
[Will] I don't really know.
I think it was off and that way.
Why way that is, Abby's there?
[Will] No, but you'll get
a nice little surprise back there.
Oh my God, Jesus.
[Will] Look at that thing?
Oh my God, what the.
Where's Zac?
Zac.
[Will] He'll come back.
He always does.
So do you regret it?
[Will] Do I regret what, sorry?
Bullying Abby?
If that is her screaming.
[Will] I don't bully her, mate.
I think you do.
[Will] I don't bully her.
It's banter for the channel, isn't it.
Anyway, she's fine, all right.
I don't think she is.
I don't think it is exactly banter.
(pipes banging)
Um, that's creepy.
[Will] Abby.
(pipes banging)
Ab.
Abby.
Abs!
Oh crap, it sounded like someone was
hammering something?
Hi, Zac.
Yeah, it's me.
Carly.
Yeah, where are you?
Okay, well, shout and we'll try
and see if we can hear you, hold on.
We can't hear you.
All right, well, why don't you stay there,
and we'll come to you, okay?
[Will] Hang on, let me speak to him.
Oh, sorry, he's gone,
but he's up by the exhibits
and he said he'd wait, so.
[Will] Knobhead.
How'd you know his number?
[Carly] We swapped earlier.
[Will] Of course you did.
[Announcer] (mumbles)
Inspector Edmund Reed
to visit William Jones, as
part of the Jack the Ripper
investigation, after Jones' wife
was found with her abdomen cut open.
Jones never ruled out the suspect
in the Whitechapel Murders
Jack the Ripper.
[Will] Nope, nope,
nope, nope, nope, nope.
Oh my God, it keeps going.
[Will] Abby?
Abby, oh my God.
What the f***, Abs, you here?
(notification beeps)
What's that?
[Will] Sounded like Zac's.
Really?
[Will] Yeah.
F***.
[Carly] Oh my God, okay.
[Will] Zac?
You all right, mate?
[Carly] Oh my God,
these are starting to really creep me out.
[Will] Yeah.
Hello, Zac.
[Carly] What's that?
Who is that?
[Will] That's Zac, what?
[Carly] Seriously?
(mannequin roars)
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