David J. Keogh

An amateur production of A Christmas Carol at a retirement home is reluctantly directed by reclusive man on community service.

Magnus has a side hustle. He drives for The Night Mail, which isn't a bad gig, if you don't mind being possessed. What is the Night Mail? A delivery service with a dark secret - working for the dead.

Two unlikely friends embark on a journey to escape life in a ghost town devastated by disaster.

Back in the 80s, five friends cause raucous in their schooldays. Twenty years on and they've got jobs they don't want and wives who don't want them. The leader of the gang, Frankie, is now dying in Yorkshire. The others find out and they get together for one last sad, mad, bad road trip to Dewsbury, before it's all too late. Mix in a dollop of The Inbetweeners' intellectual wit, add a pinch of bromancing from The World's End, and then stir in a few ladles of The Hangover's vomit and you've got Destination: Dewsbury, destined to be one of 2018's funniest releases.

When Sami breaks into a house, he is disturbed by Sophia, the owner of the property, who lures the hot criminal into her bathtub.