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(ocean waves crashing against rocks)
ROBERTA NARRATION: "In my dreams..."
"I return to that ill-rumored and...
"...evil-shadowed seaport of death and..."
"...blasphemous abnormality."
"I was going to the school in which I was to find my days filled with fear..."
"...and my nights filled with terror."
(Creepy music begins)
Thank you, sir.
-Thank you.
(slimy putresence sounds)
(nervous laughter)
-Joe? Joe!
Where the hell have you been, man?
I've been outside here waiting for over an hour!
You couldn't get in?
They close the building down at 8:30.
Don't they know that life goes on after dark?
Well, I'm actually on my way in... so...
Can you do me a favor then?
Can you give this to my sister, please?
Tilton. Hannah Tilton.
She's a teacher here and she said it was important.
(CAR HONKS!)
Yes, Joe! I know.
I hear you... I'm coming.
-I guess I can do that.
Thank you!
I'll love you forever.
(thunder rumbles overhead)
Thank you, again!
(soda can clattering)
(suspenseful music)
-Hello??
Uh, hello?
My name is Roberta Olmstead.
I'm a new student here.
-I don't know anyone of that name.
I'm a new student here. Could you please let me in?
Get away from here, do you hear?
GET AWAY FROM HERE!
(thunder crash)
Excuse me?
(thunder crashes again)
(loud creepy static noise)
Excuse me?
Could you please let me in?
(DOOR BUZZER)
(thunder rumbles)
(sounds of thunder and rain)
(distant grandfather clock chiming)
(nervous knocking)
(Mozart's Serenade in G. Major playing)
Good evening, sir.
Are you aware of what time it is?
Yes, and I'm really sorry, sir...
I got held up, and the train was running late...
The timetables of trains do not concern me, Miss Olmstead.
Is that understood?
-Yes sir.
Good.
But nonetheless you are here...
And in good health, I imagine.
Yes sir.
Roberta Olmstead.
It says here you were born in Vermont...
but spent the bulk of your life in the "Boston Home for Little Wanderers".
Is that correct?
Yes sir.
My parents passed away when I was really young and...
I was only four and I was left on my own...
You have no living relatives?
Not that I'm aware of. No sir.
Good.
Welcome to The Innsmouth School for Girls, Miss Olmstead.
The dormitories are down the hall, to the left of the grand staircase.
I trust you will enjoy your time with us.
I'm sure I will, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Good night.
(record player clicking)
(mysterious music)
(Dean smacking lips)
(GIRLS SCREAMING!)
(MORE GIRLS SCREAMING!)
(DOOR SLAMS!)
Well, well, well...
If it isn't...
Robert Olmstead?
It's Roberta, actually...
Ah! See?
No penis.
Dammit.
(disappointed noises)
Sorry. We were all hoping you'd be a guy.
For obvious reasons.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.
Oh, and thank you for such a warm welcome.
Anyways, Robert, this is going to be your bed.
And, oh Lori!
Would you please be so kind to get our new guest her nightgown, please?
Get it yourself.
Fine!
Karina?
Would you get our new guest her nightgown, please?
Yeah!
Yeah, it's mandatory.
No exceptions.
Bathroom's that way, Robert.
And what's your name, smartass?
"From-undah"
"From-undah?" What is that?
"From undah-neath these legs."
Now...
Bathroom... that way.
With your little stubs, I don't think so.
Ehhhhkay.
(mysterious music)
-C'mon, Robert! We haven't got all night!
(TOILET FLUSH!)
(CREATURE GROWLS!)
(Ocean waves)
(girls giggling)
(shower sounds)
So have you actually ever tried to brush your teeth without shaking your ass?
No.
Because it can't be done.
HUH!
So in my dream I was swimming through this underwater labyrinth.
And all around me were my friends that were fishes.
Okay: Little Mermaid!
It was kinda weird... but I liked it.
I met my grandma...
...and her grandma...
...and her grandma.
They said they never really died.
-That they found new life under the sea.
Ooh, let me guess: This is where you meet the singing crab!
But listen to this:
They told me that I would never die either.
-I was one with them.
-And together...
We would live in wonder...
...and glory...
...forever.
WHAT THE...
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS!)
Hi, good afternoon.
Well, sorry to disappoint, Miss Tilton will not be here with you today
but I will be taking her place.
My name is Miss Mayfield and I will be teaching you Spanish.
Just to let you know, if at any time you all have any questions
about the class or anything else for that matter
Please know my door is always open.
I am here to help. Okay?
Now, each of you have been issued tablets
with a foreign language database already installed.
So, for your first assignment you will be introducing yourselves in Spanish...
Let me demonstrate.
Hello, my name is Gwen Mayfield.
TABLET: "Hola - mi nombre es Gwen Mayfield."
Hola - mi nombre es Gwen Mayfield.
Alright, so who would like to try next?
-Anyone?
Robert would.
Suzi.
I'm actually not that good. Would it be okay if someone else went...
Oh, c'mon Robert. Go ahead!
Show 'em what that Vermont Spanish is all about.
You don't have to go if you don't want to.
-Hello, my name is Roberta Olmstead.
TABLET: "Hola - mi nombre es Roberta Omstead."
Hola - mi nombre es Roberta Olmstead.
(Roberta proceeds to speak Spanish fluently)
(ocean waves)
(Strauss' Blue Danube Waltz plays)
(slimy crawling noises)
I'm sorry...
Could I please get the tuna salad sandwich instead?
(slimy sounds)
(nervous laughter) Thank you.
(low growling)
-The Women's Association of Arkham presents the 3rd Place medal for Swimming.
I thought you said you were the First Place champion.
Did I say that?
At least it's not Fourth!
Look, if I was First Place...
I'd be at Miskatonic University swimming with the big leagues!
Not here with you stupid bitches.
I'm only here because I'm on a free ride.
Well, that's no surprise.
I'm on a free ride too.
Everyone gets a free ride!
It's The Innsmouth School for Girls.
Scholarships pour out of here like water.
Who'd be here if they wanted to?
Right, Robert?
(mysterious music)
-Suzi can be a little hard on the new girls.
Tell me about it.
It's best to ignore her.
Oh, believe me: I'm trying.
I'm Lori, by the way.
Well, Lori...
I think you're the first NORMAL girl I've actually met in this dump.
Oh, you get used to it.
They say you're from Vermont?
Yep! Born and raised.
No kidding!
Full scholarship?
Oh, yeah.
You?
Oh, my uncle's the Dean here.
Really?
Yeah!
My family - the Marshes - we've been here for almost a century
and yet no one's graduated from here.
I'm going to be the first.
Well, good luck to you.
High five!
(ANNOUNCEMENT BELL)
-Attention! All students: please stand-by for an announcement from Dean Marsh.
DEAN: Good afternoon, ladies.
As some of you may well be aware...
Miss Tilton failed to attend her morning classes this afternoon...
and further attempts to discover her whereabouts have unfortunately been in vain.
-If you - or anyone you know - has any information regarding her disappearance
please notify a staff member immediately.
In the meantime, you are all invited to a candlelight vigil
tomorrow night at 8pm in her honor
to be held at our local house of worship.
I trust you will find time in your busy schedules to join us.
That is all.
(slimy sounds)
(SCHOOL BELL)
-The time is now 8:30.
-Curfew! Curfew!
-All students must return to their dormitories at once.
-Curfew! Curfew!
(mysterious music)
(ocean waves crashing)
(mysterious breathing)
-No...
(agitated breathing)
No...
Hey...
You're okay...
You're okay, everything's fine.
You're safe. I promise.
(suspenseful music rising)
(mysterious laughter)
(locker room noises)
(slimy noises)
-Fish? Really?
You think this is funny?
Actually, it is.
What is your problem?
You. You're my problem.
Why?
Oh, Nunya.
Nunya?
Nunya Business.
What are you, twelve?!
Well, maybe I am.
Listen...
Consider this a warning...
BACK. OFF.
Or what?
Don't push it.
(fighting noises)
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
BEAT HER ASS!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
What's going on ladies?
Nothing. Everything's peachy-keen here.
-Roberta?
Oh, everything's great.
I don't think so.
I caught you all fighting and that's not okay.
And if it does happen again, you will be taken to the Dean.
You need to get along.
Remember, you may not always see eye-to-eye on everything
but you need to be respectful... to each other.
-Apologize.
I'm sorry, Miss Mayfield.
It wont happen again.
-Apologize to Roberta.
I'm sorry, Robert...a...
It won't happen again.
Roberta?
I'm sorry, Suzi.
I know things got a little out of hand but
I promise it wont happen again.
Friends?
(bones cracking)
-Penis.
TABLET: (Translation)
Vagina.
TABLET: (Translation)
Labia.
TABLET: (Translation)
Anus licking...
Oh, hey!
What're you guys all dressed up for?
Nunya?
Oh, Nunya!
Alright, well take care.
You guys have fun in Nunyaville, BYE!
Bitches.
TABLET: (Translation)
(distant fog horn)
PHONE: Starting route to Innsmouth church.
-In a quarter mile, make a left on Washington Street.
-A dense fog advisory has been issued for your location.
-Take extra caution when on the road or avoid driving if possible.
(ROBERTA SCREAMING!)
-That was NOT funny!
-It was a LITTLE funny...
What is it?
I could've sworn that...
(slimy crawling sound)
(ABNORMAL CREATURE SQUEALING)
(ANOTHER ABNORMAL CREATURE SQUEALING)
(intense music rising)
It's you!
I'm sorry?
I'm the guy who gave you the book before.
I'm Andrew Tilton.
Oh!
I'm Roberta Olmstead and this is my friend Lori.
Hi.
Hi - any word about your sister?
No, not yet.
I actually arranged this whole vigil hoping someone in there would know something.
(ethereal organ music)
(muffled sobbing noises)
Are we sure we're in the right place?
This is the only church in Innsmouth.
(suspenseful music rising)
I'm done!
-And she clocks out at 27 seconds, y'all!
Give her a round of applause.
-Way to go, Karina.
-Truth or dare.
Truth.
What's one thing you've never told anyone before?
-Think about it. Make it a good one.
I had sex for the first time in my grandma's bed.
-OoOoOoOhhhh NICE.
She's dead now.
-Truth or dare?
Truth.
Are you the one that clogged up the girl's restroom?
Yeah.
-Seriously? We couldn't use that for weeks!
-Truth or dare.
Truth.
Which one out of everyone here would you make out with?
I can't answer that!
Oh, c'mon! Ladies! Ladies!
This game isn't called Truth or Truth, okay?
-Now, let's get some dares going!
-So, uh, Clarissa!
Okay.
-I dare you to kiss Howard.
Who's Howard?
This!
No. I'm not doing it. Nope.
Come on! No takers?
I'll do it.
Oh, looks like Howard might get lucky tonight after all.
I can see the insides...
On second thought...
Oh, come on! No take-backs!
Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!
(Girls screaming)
Well, we were hoping for some tongue but I'll take it.
A round of applause for fish breath.
So, let's see: Priscilla!
-I dare you to go outside to the Dean's office and flash his window!
No way. I'm not going outside.
What? Why not??
Because it's cold!
-Oh, so you'd flash 'em if it wasn't?
Duh!
Oh my God! Why are we even playing this stupid game?
-Um... I have one.
Oh, Robert has one!
Okay! Well, let's hear it!
Well...
We sneak out tonight.
And do what exactly?
Make out?
Oh, bitch you wish.
-No... aren't you supposed to be Miss Lady Swimmer 3000?
How about a little swimming contest?
It's almost curfew!
Exactly!
-First one to Devil's Reef wins.
I want in.
The loser...
has to sleep with Howard for the night.
And does the winner's laundry for a whole month. No questions asked.
Fine. FINE!
I'll do it.
One hour after curfew.
..and y'all will be kissing my ass.
(grandfather clock chiming)
(security guard snoring)
(distant boat horn)
(ocean waves crashing)
I guess Devil's Reef is a bit further out than I thought.
First off, it's DEVIL Reef... okay?
Second... is that an excuse I'm hearing from your mouth, Miss Dare?
Why?
Are you scared I'm gunna kick your ass?
Actually, I'm feeling quite generous this evening.
Why don't you ladies get a good stretch in...
and I'll let you guys get a ten second head start - how's that?
Oh my!
How gracious of thee!
Yeah, get to stretching, small fry.
Yeah, every second is gunna count here against MISS LADY SWIMMER 3000.
AH HA.
Am I right?
I mean, by the time you guys are done getting that...
What happened?
I dropped the keys...
What keys?
Just the keys to get back into school!
Are you kidding me?
Why don't you ladies be so kind and help me find them
before the tide gets any higher!
NOW!
(mysterious music)
None of this would have even happened if you didn't drag me into this stupid dare!
(mysterious music)
Lori!
Aren't you going to help?
She probably just found something shiny...
Lori!
Lori?!
Lori!!
Lori?!
-I think I found them!
(police radio)
RADIO: "Tilton. T-I-L-T-O-N."
-"Some kids found her on the beach."
-"Her brother's identified the body."
(car driving away)
Ladies, what were y'all thinking?
-You could have really gotten hurt.
Now, what explanations do you have?
-Suzi?
It's not her fault, Miss Mayfield.
I'm the one that dared her to go swimming.
I'm disappointed in you. I'm disappointed in all of you.
-You should have not gone out there.
(distant grandfather clock chiming)
But... I'm glad that y'all are safe.
Now...
Go get some rest.
(mysterious music)
Who found the body?
Three girls out swimming past curfew.
What were their names?
Suzi Banion, the new girl Roberta Olmstead...
...and your niece: Lori.
Did Zadok have anything to do with this?
No, sir.
He's a menace to this school. He should have been removed years ago.
No, no, no. He is merely a drunk.
Let him rave on that men shall know him mad.
We'll say she drowned on a midnight swim.
It wont work!
Do you have a better explanation?
Well, anything would be better than saying she took a midnight swim!
We'll send word to her family that it was an accident.
An unfortunate accident.
That is quite the most logical suggestion.
Now... you said Lori was one of the girls...
How old is she now?
Twenty-four.
Twenty-four...
She'll be taking to the water soon...
(mysterious music)
(creature breathing)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
So, what you're saying is...
After three days, a dead body washes up right in front of you and you don't even touch it?
Listen, I really don't want to talk about this right now.
That's disappointing.
Can you just drop it? Please?
I woulda slapped it like a bag of rice!
How are you holding up?
(slimy sounds)
(ahem)
Look...
I want to thank you for sticking up for me last night.
Don't mention it.
Yeah...uh...
One more citation here and I would've got kicked out so...
I appreciate it.
Aww...
Is little Suzi finally growing a heart?
Oh, come here you...
Ehhhkay.
Don't push it.
(ocean waves)
(distant seagulls)
-She didn't even want to be a teacher.
Writing was more her thing.
Poems. Short stories. You name it.
You know...
When we were younger we actually used to joke about her writing a cookbook.
That quickly fell through, though, because she couldn't even
boil an egg without instructions.
Yeah, she could have done anything.
Anything that would have kept her away from this awful place.
Thank you.
She hated the beach...
She hated the water...
She didn't even like swimming in the first place...
...and that's what keeps eating away at me!
It just...
It just doesn't make sense.
This whole town doesn't make any sense.
Here's your book back.
I'm really sorry I couldn't give it to her after all.
Keep it.
I guess we'll never know why she wanted it.
You know...
Maybe I could visit you here sometime...
I'd like that.
You know, I'm just a couple of towns over...
And... I'm right here.
You can count on it.
Goodnight.
Night.
(distant fog horn)
Your sister...
...didn't drown.
Excuse me?
You know it.
I know it...
But most importantly...
THEY know it.
Well, okay then.
"The time is now 8:30."
"Curfew. Curfew."
"All students must return to their dormitories at once."
"Curfew. Curfew."
Hey, where you going?
I swear I've seen this name before.
Oh my God...
What are the odds that they'd ALL be out here?
(crazed laughter)
-Every last one of them.
Every single Miss Innsmouth.
Nicky Pierce.
Luella Waite.
Nora Southwick.
DEAD.
You can't possibly think this is a coincidence!
Ladies...
I was Miss Innsmouth and I'm still here.
I think y'all are still shaken up from the other night.
Take some time to yourselves and go rest.
(door closes)
Well...
Do you believe her?
Do you?
No.
(dark ominous music)
-It's Suzi and Roberta.
-They're starting to become a concern.
I just thought you should know.
-You have done well, my child.
(Lori saying "No" repeatedly)
-No...
-No!
(unnatural growling)
Ph’nglui...
...mglw...
...naf...
...Cthulhu...
...R’lyeh...
...wgah’nagl...
...fhtagn.
TABLET: In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn...
TABLET: In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
-Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!
TABLET: In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
JOIN US!
(Roberta screaming)
-Can I help you?
Oh... uh... hi... uh...
I'm here to visit a friend?
What is their name?
Uh, yes. Her name is Roberta?
Roberta what?
Roberta...
Y'know, it's funny, I don't think I ever got a last name.
What is your name, sir?
Oh, yes, my apologies...
Hi, my name is Andrew...
Yes?
I'm just out of town coming to visit her...
It's been some time since I've heard from her...
...I just wanted to make sure she was doing okay?
Common Hour is over in fifteen minutes.
You have until then.
Thank you!
-Well, it's really good to see you again!
I hadn't heard from you for some considerable time...
...so I thought I'd come and see what you've been doing.
Laugh like I said something funny.
What?
Laugh!
(laughter)
They're on to us.
They've confiscated the book and they've taken away our phones.
Come with me, now.
No...
-The book was our only proof and no one would believe us without it.
So, uh...
What do we do now?
You're such a jokester!
Find out everything you can:
Internet, town records...
I'll see what I can do here...
I'll try to get the book back...
...but we need to get to the bottom of this.
My phone is in your pocket.
-I'll call you tonight.
(stirring music of characters putting pieces together)
-The Innsmouth School for Girls...
...founded by Captain Obed Marsh...
Currently run by Barnabas Marsh...
...his grandson.
You gotta read the creepy stuff people post here.
There are almost a dozen message boards talking about this place.
Girls apparently seem to go missing there all the time but no one can connect the dots.
The legends are insane...
Someone writes about this place called Devil's Reef...
Devil Reef?
There's a story that Captain Obed Marsh was supposed to meet
with The Devil himself there at night.
(slimy fish-girl sounds)
(suspenseful music)
There's a post here from a census taker who spent time
in the town some years back and...
He claims he heard voices all night in the empty rooms at his hotel.
He says it was nothing like any language he had ever heard.
It sounded...
...slopping-like?
They've done everything in their power to cover up any controversies...
and that yearbook seems to have been the only copy that existed.
That's why my sister wanted it. She knew she was on to something...
(DOOR SLAMS!)
(Approaching footsteps)
(phone ringing)
What is it?
-They're gone.
(cell phone service cutting in and out)
(thunder rumbling)
-Captain Marsh...
Hello?
Captain Marsh!!
(crazed laughter)
Old limb of Satan, he was!
Calling folks stupid for being like sheep and praying to a Christian Heaven...
...that didn't give 'em nothin'!
Instead of a God that'd bring them things they really needed...
Fish in the harbour...
Gold...
Comfort...
All this in return for...
Sacrifices...
Sacrifices?
S'pose one day a young girl went missing from home, eh?
Surely one girl wasn't enough...
S'posin' one night... another girl went missin'...
...and then another... and another...
Why do you think they built the school?!
(crazed laughter)
Why do you think only young orphan girls are accepted as students?
(even more crazed laughter)
-You have NO living relatives?
Not that I'm aware of. No sir.
EVERYONE gets a free ride.
It's The Innsmouth School for Girls.
Scholarships pour outta here like water.
How do you like this town, EH?
With noises... comin' from them houses...
that supposed to have NOBODY in THEM?!
Houses filled with the Hell spawn of them girls...
...and them Fish Devils, YES?
Those things...
...matin' with them girls...
creating a new RACE!
A race of MUTATIONS!
Captain Marsh and all that accursed lineage...
The whole LOT of 'em!
Mutated Fish Devils from Hell...
...crawlin' and a-bleatin' everywhere you turn!
(thunder clap)
Thinkin' the old man's crazy, eh?
Well, sir... that ain't the worst!
It ain't what them Fish Devils has done...
...but what they're a-going to do!
They're bringing in things up and out of the sea...
(LOUD PRIMORDIAL NOISE)
(thunder rumbling)
Let's go...
Hey, Casey...
Listen man, are you off-duty right now?
Okay, good...
I need a favor...
ZADOK: "Houses filled with the Hell Spawn of them girls..."
"...and them Fish Devils, yes?!"
"Those things mating with them girls..."
"...creating a new race!"
"A race of MUTATIONS!"
(loud Klaxon alarms begin to sound)
PHONE: We're sorry...
(sounds of unseen creature hordes mumbling)
(distant snarling)
(fish people screaming)
(infuriated creature sounds)
(thunder crashes)
(hideous creature squeals)
(distant creature noises)
PHONE: We're sorry you have reached...
PHONE: We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected...
(thunder crashes)
(heavy rain falls)
39 to Dispatch: I have two 96's enroute to...
What are you doing?
Taking them to the nearest hospital.
The nearest hospital...
The closest thing around here is the insane asylum!
Clearly they need it!
You don't believe us, do you?
You MUST believe us!
I don't have to do anything, ma'am.
You think we just made all of this up?
You don't know what these things are capable of...
Please, we may already be too late.
There is a school full of girls...
...they're out for blood... we have to stop them!
STOP WHO?!
Fish People??
You don't believe them, do you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
(thunder crashes)
Look, I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't something important, Casey.
Have you seen these Fish People?
No.
Do y'all have any proof?
You both need a doctor.
...and I'm starting to think you do too.
-LOOK OUT!
(tires screeching)
(police siren)
(coughing)
(heavy rain and thunder)
39 to Dispatch...
Call EMS. Possible 10-50.
Sir...?
Sir, are you okay?! Sir??
(music of horror)
(lightning crashes)
(intense music rising)
39 to Dispatch: Emergency.
I need ALL units.
Stop all highways. Block all traffic.
Call ALL law enforcement agencies in the state.
This is an emergency.
Repeat: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!
(the horrifying sounds of the apocalypse)
Reber Clark's TRIUMPHANT INNSMOUTH GRADUATION MUSIC plays
I-N-N-S-M-O-U-T-H
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