1.)

(Jack listens to the kids talking, creeping himself out.)

BEANIE KID:  They say if you hear a knock on your door late at night-- and look out the peephole and no one’s there... DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! That’s how Minchin gets in!

2.)

(Jack is surprised by Tristan's approach, he brings Darren with him.)

FRIZZ HAIRED KID (OFF CAMERA): Hahahah I remember believing that.

TRISTAN:Here he is! You excited to see Rød Knytnæve?

DARREN: I don’t think it’s pronounced that way...

3.)

TRISTAN:  Rød Knytnæve is Hodden words, I think I know--

DARREN:  I can’t believe that roadie is trying to tune a guitar like that! What an idiot. People should not even be allowed to handle nice shit that way!

4.)

(A roadie attempts to do something or other with a guitar.)

HAPLESS ROADIE: Oops! Heh... um

JACK: Wow I forget that you were like a sorta rockstar. Why don’t you play the guitar now?

DARREN: Man...

5.)

DARREN: I was tired of it before, and now I ain’t got a soul. No one cares anyway.

6.)

JACK: I never even heard you, but people seemed to really like the Belfries.

GUITAR: DNNNNNN

7.)

(The band comes out on stage, and the crowd reacts joyfully. Some wispy fog covers the stage.)

GUITARIST: We are Rød Knytnæve! Song called... Dræbe Gud!

8.)

(Jack, Tristan and Darren react to the music. Jack looks startled, Tristan is pleasantly inscrutable and Darren is in awe.)

9.)

(A bloody figure lurks in the darkness outside the club, leaning against a wall. It hears the music from the club.)

BLOODY FIGURE: Dræbe Gud...

10.)

(A man crosses in front of the alley, two glowing eyes in the background, he lights a cigarette.)

SMOKER: Smells like a fuckin'... Damn what is that...

11.)

(The bloody figure slits his throat, and blood sprays.)

12.)

(The figure sinks to the ground, a spurt of blood going in front of its face.)

13.)

(Our three friends walk outside the club, Tristan has his arm around Jack. Darren lurches forward, nearly senseless.)

TRISTAN: So cool!

14.)

(Tristan looks happily up at the sky, Darren is actually showing some excitement which Jack notes.)

TRISTAN:  So many come to see band from Hodden!

DARREN:  Didja..didja see that part where he was like behbeh BADABADA! SO COOL.

15.)

JACK: Hey maybe you should play guitar like that!

DARREN: What. No. No.

16.)

(Jack points at a big poster on a wall, that has been somewhat pasted over, but still visible as a Minchin related paraphernalia. He points at it accusingly.)

JACK: Augh what’s the deal with this Minchin thing? I don’t get it!

DARREN: Oh yeah, kids like that stupid horror shit. “Don’t open the door,” scary knock-knock jokes. Lame.

17.)

(Tristan points off camera, presumable at the poster, Darren continues ahead unimpressed.)

TRISTAN: Haha! A clown. Looks funny.

DARREN: I never believed that crap. It’s not even scary.