Synopsis: Five young people wake up dead. Washed up by the tide they scramble to an abandoned beach house, soon realising that the perpetual night and blasts of pain suggest this is some version of hell. Between in-fighting and attacks by a demonic shadow creature, they recall the collapse of the nightclub that brought them here - and begin seeing hope of a second chance in the cabin's two mysterious paintings...
Production: Acheron Films
  1 win.
88 min

Okay! Okay!






I'm sorry!

Okay, okay.




Uh! Okay.

Grab me! Yeah!

Uh! Kiss me.

Grab me! Uh!

Uh! Uh!

Grab them. Come on.

Uh! Uh!

Kiss me.


I'm Robyn.




Sorry, this is, er...


- Liwy!

- I told you it's Liwy!



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.


Of course.

No blood.

How's the nutcase?

She killed herself yet'?

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

Pat, was it'?


Will you do us a favour, Pat'?

Will you f*ck off'?

Is she still there?

She keeps doing that "foomph" thing.


- 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'?


It's 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,


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.


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


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 fucking nightclub collapsed on him.

We climbed the bank.

And that's when we saw this place.

But it makes you wonder...

...what the f*ck 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?


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...


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'?


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-fucking-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'?


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.


The reason it's hell

is because of this...

What do you think?


You still not sure'?

I'm not going out there.

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

It was.


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.


Where is it she goes

when she disappears?

- Who really cares'?

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