(silence)
(wind whistling)
(contemplative piano music)
(metal squeaks) (electricity humming)
(metal clanking)
(electricity fizzling)
(generator whirring)
(letters clicking)
(insects chirping)
(Samantha sobs)
(phone tapping)
[Jason] If this isn't Samantha, leave a message.
Fuck you, Jason!
I don't need any more of your shit!
And don't call me back.
(cat yowls) (bottle clatters)
(ominous orchestral music)
(dramatic piano and synth music)
(dispenser whirs)
(bell dings)
(dramatic piano and synth music)
(doors creaking)
(doors slam)
Hello?
(mysterious orchestral music)
(light clanks)
(eerie string music)
(yelps) What the fuck?
(mysterious orchestral music)
(projector whirring)
(peaceful orchestral music)
(birds chirping)
(Samantha panting) (suspenseful orchestral music)
(body squelching)
(Samantha whimpering)
(stick cracks)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(metal clanging)
(Samantha panting)
(suspenseful orchestral music) - Quiet.
Did you see him?
What about the others?
He killed them.
He killed them all.
Don't worry.
We're gonna make it.
I'll protect you.
(stick cracks)
(pants) Run!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(wolf howls)
Now what?
Do you want to walk back to town
in the middle of the night with that psycho outside?
We don't have to walk.
Hey!
(siren wailing)
Come on, not him.
(engine rumbling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Tom] Hands where I can see 'em.
Tom.
Stay where you are and put your hands
where I can see them.
Tom, you're making a big mistake.
It's Officer Carter to you, you piece of shit.
What happened to you?
Are you hurt?
Did he do something to you?
It wasn't him.
It's someone else.
He's hunting us.
Hunting?
You have to get us out of here.
Tom, please, you need to trust us.
Please.
All right, all right, all right,
but you're both riding in the back
until we can clear all this up.
Thanks, man.
I'm sorry if I ever...
Don't.
We were kids back then.
Besides, you're not off the hook yet.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door slams)
Oh my god, it's him again!
What the hell is this?
Tom?
Tom, take us back to town!
Please, Tom, get in the car and let's get out of here.
Drop your weapons and raise your hands.
I said drop your weapons!
(gun fires) (metal clangs)
(Samantha yelps)
(gun firing) (Tom shouting)
Is he dead?
Something's not right.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, what kind of a sick joke...
(gun fires)
(Samantha yelps)
Damn it, Tom, I told you to drive!
What are we gonna do?
(both panting)
We're gonna get out of here.
Be careful of the glass.
(window bangs) (Jason groans)
(window shatters) (Samantha shouts)
I'm gonna go get the keys.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
He's still alive!
(kick thwacks)
[Jason] Come on, come on, let's go!
We gotta get to the house!
(both panting)
(liquid pinging) Shit.
[Samantha] God.
(door banging) Let us in!
Open the door!
[Jason] Open the goddamn door!
What the fuck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is going on?
Where is everybody?
They're gone, Mike.
They're all gone.
Gone?
What do you mean gone?
What the hell happened to you?
Are you hurt?
It's not my blood.
It's, it's Lizzie's, Maggie's,
Tony's, Carl's, Jamie's,
Ron's, Stephanie's.
What the hell are you talking about?
He killed them.
He killed them all.
Killed them?
Who?
The welder.
Who the fuck is the welder? (suspenseful orchestral music)
It's, it's him! (squeals)
What the hell?
Oh, fuck.
(Mike grunts) (Samantha screams)
(door slams)
(roars) I think he broke my ribs!
He's gonna do a lot more if he catches us! (grunts)
(door creaking)
It won't hold long!
[Samantha] What are we gonna do?
Hold this for me.
On the count of three, open the door and let him in.
Are you out of your mind? (pants)
I'm gonna blow his fucking head off!
Wait. (gun clacks)
(door banging)
You're not blowing anybody's fucking head off.
That son of a bitch broke my ribs!
I'm the one shooting fucking heads here.
And I'm gonna teach him not to mess with me.
And when that motherfucker shows his face,
I'm gonna be the last thing he sees before I send him...
(tool squelches) (Mike groaning)
(Samantha screaming)
(gun firing) (Mike groaning)
(gun clacks)
(gun firing)
(Samantha screaming) (dramatic orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(head squelches)
(Samantha whimpers)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Jason grunting) (blows thudding)
(dishes clattering)
(thermos clatters)
(head banging)
(counter squeaks)
(Samantha whimpers) (blows thudding)
(Jason grunting)
(wood creaks)
(ominous orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Samantha shrieking)
(Samantha crying)
(Jason groaning) (blows thudding)
(knife clangs)
Die, you son of a bitch!
(metal clangs) (dramatic orchestral music)
(knife squelches) (Jason groaning)
(Jason coughs)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Jason groans)
(knife squelches) (Jason roars)
(Jason grunting)
(knife squelches) (Jason roars)
(bones crunching) (Jason groaning)
(knife squelches) (Jason roars)
(Jason groaning)
(knife squelches)
What are you waiting for?
Finish it.
(torch hisses)
(Jason screaming)
(Samantha grunting) (dramatic orchestral music)
Hey!
You want me?
Come and get me, bitch!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(metal clanging) (Samantha grunting)
(Samantha roars)
(chain clinking) (Samantha grunting)
(tool clatters)
(Samantha gasping)
(hammer crunches)
(Samantha grunts) (metal clangs)
Wait, wait, wait, Sammy!
Please, don't kill me!
Sam, it's me, Fred!
Fred?
Yes, Fred, do you remember me?
Fred, your neighbor.
We've known each other since we were kids.
We used to play together, remember?
You were the princess?
I was your servant.
I would carry stuff for you.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Please, Sammy, please.
You have to believe me.
We came here together to spend the weekend.
And my parents let us use their cabin
so we could have one last vacation before school.
(Samantha laughs) (peaceful orchestral music)
(people chattering)
- Hey. - Hey.
[Man] We're here for two weeks.
[Woman] Two weeks, oh my god!
See ya later.
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Woman] Oh, right. (laughs)
("Sunshine Earthquake" by Frankie and the Witch Fingers)
♪ Who's there down by the riverside ♪
♪ Two went, two from the cacti ♪
♪ Spirits all in your rainbow ♪
♪ Freeze-dried, down to the skin and bones ♪
♪ Sunshine earthquake, I'm gonna lift you up ♪
♪ I'm gonna make music, all right ♪
Hey, god.
(bottle hisses)
We were having a nice weekend
until something fell from the sky.
(air whooshing)
[Man] Oh my god!
Hey, did you see that? (meteorite crashes)
Hey, guys, let's go check that shit out!
- No! - Come on!
I wanted to leave.
The rest were curious.
We went to see what it was.
(mud bubbling)
I tried to convince them we should leave.
This could be dangerous,
and we should leave it to scientists.
"Fuck science," he said, and did the most stupid thing.
(bug growls) (suspenseful orchestral music)
(bugs chirping)
- Run! - Run, run!
(people screaming)
(Jason wailing)
(Samantha grunting)
(bugs chirping)
(Fred grunting)
(door slams)
No, no, shit, shit!
(grill crashes)
(Fred grunting)
(door slams)
(Fred panting)
(ominous orchestral music)
(wood tapping)
No, no! (screams)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Oh, no! (screams)
(hammer thuds) (Fred grunts)
(bug squelches)
I managed to escape.
I knew what I had to do.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(metal clanking)
(torch hisses)
(inhaler hisses)
(metal clangs)
(man screaming)
(torch hisses)
(fire roaring)
Those weren't my friends anymore.
I had to hunt them down and I had to kill them.
I had to stop them before they got out to civilization
and infected every single one of us.
No.
If there's any human left inside you.
(Samantha grunting)
No!
(skull cracking)
(Fred wailing)
(bugs chirping)
(skull creaking)
(Samantha gasps)
(Samantha groaning)
Kill me! (cries)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(insects chirping)
(Fred crying)
(ominous orchestral music)
(legs crackling)
(metal clanks)
(Fred grunting)
(bugs crunching)
(dramatic orchestral music) (birds chirping)
(door slams)
(bug crunches)
(suspenseful orchestral music) (bugs chirping)
(ominous orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music) (both smooching)
Hey, that door's open.
You ever done it in a balcony?
No, of course not.
Come on, you want to?
No, David, someone could see us.
Come on.
It'll be fun.
Come on.
(Anna laughing)
(both smooching)
(projector whirring)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(door creaks)
Uh-huh, yeah.
(David laughs)
Oh, I thought I lost you.
(chuckles) I'll talk to you later.
You too.
My mother, you're gonna love her.
(mellow piano music) (people chattering)
Champagne.
Mm-hm.
I'm moving up in the world.
Oh, the world is just catching up with you.
To us.
(glasses clang)
(Anna chuckles)
What?
Nothing.
You were looking in the mirror.
We should order dessert, celebrate.
You have to stop this, Anna.
Let's talk about something else.
Okay, it's time to let this obsession go.
(sighs) I'm not the prettiest girl
you were ever with, David, not with...
I don't think like that.
(scoffs) Everyone thinks like that, trust me.
Come on, at least let me savor the injustice.
Looks are overrated.
You know, your imagination is not always your friend, Anna.
I just want you to be as happy as you make me.
(sentimental orchestral music)
Making things official between us
is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
(both smooching)
Me too.
(both laughing)
You know, when I was talking to my mother,
she said if you ever want to discuss
anything with her plastic surgeon.
You talked about my face with your mother?
I'm, I'm sorry.
I just...
My mother has had work done, Anna,
and she understands these things.
But you're so handsome.
She must have always been beautiful.
Well, she is now.
She's extraordinary.
Life is too short to worry about what you look like.
I will pay for everything.
(Anna scoffs)
You'll feel better about yourself.
Anna, Dr. Leneer will see you now.
Come on back.
I think we can make you very happy, Anna.
Oh, I don't expect miracles.
I'm getting married.
I just want to look...
Fabulous for the photos, I hear that every day.
I've worked on David's wonderful mother.
Have you met?
Not yet.
Hm, nothing can prepare you for how stunning
she looks, if I do say so myself.
Oh, he's doing modest.
She's a masterpiece.
[Dr. Mirari] So what happened?
Car accident.
I was two.
I don't remember anything, other than people
staring at me my whole life.
You never considered plastic surgery?
It was financial.
Oh.
Well, I'm confident we can eliminate 95% of it.
You're serious?
Yes, you'll hardly know it was there.
And, if you're willing, since you'll be under,
I could make some other adjustments while we're at it.
What woman doesn't have a list?
Well, I want to look beautiful for David.
I would suggest we narrow the nose
and give you a bit more chin
and cheekbones, of course, for balance.
Really?
It's all about where to put the dermal fillers.
I like to inject near the back of the cheek.
Gives us volume, not puffiness.
You'll love it.
I would suggest something more proportional.
So I can see it exactly, Anna.
You game?
Well, when would we do it?
We're here to make dreams come true.
Uh, how does next Monday sound?
Soon.
Why wait?
We can start the pre-op tests right away.
Well, which hospital?
You're in it.
Our surgery and recovery is all done right here.
Mm, yes?
(laughs) Good, good.
Now, any really tough questions?
Well, other than the scar, am I doing the right thing?
Am I being vain?
Am I...
You worry a lot, don't you?
Well, not a lot.
Too much.
Yes, you are doing the right thing.
And, no, you're not being vain.
What about pain?
Well, we'll give you something to keep you comfortable.
I guess change always hurts a little one way or another.
A philosopher.
(Anna laughs)
I think we're gonna be friends.
I'll look...
Anna, you will never dread the mirror again.
And David will be the luckiest guy in town.
(dramatic orchestral music) (monitors beeping)
You'll have a nice sleep.
We'll take care of everything.
[Simone] Your handsome fiancé is in the waiting room.
[Daniella] Wish I had one of those.
[Simone] Count backwards from 10, honey.
10, nine, eight, seven...
(serious orchestral music)
[Dr. Mirari] Scalpel.
("Ave Maria")
(eerie orchestral music)
How's our favorite patient?
Hi.
Dr. Leneer has given instructions
to change the drains every couple hours.
Keep you on something for pain.
I just put some in your IV.
You let us know, okay?
Call button is right there next to the bed.
Things went so well, Anna. (chuckles)
I'm gonna give you two lovebirds some privacy.
Doctor will be in to see you in a few minutes, okay?
Oh, and try not to talk, honey, stitches.
Hey.
Oh, hey, the villa in St. Barts?
It's ours, with our own personal chef.
(Anna mutters)
Oh, no, don't talk, sweetie.
I love you.
I dreamed about us. (moans)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(camera clicking)
(keyboard tapping)
(sent text beeps)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(phone ringing)
Yes.
No, I agree.
I will speak with him.
Hey, we did the best we could (mumbles).
(people muttering)
All right.
Anna, I'm very pleased.
Everything went well, but we have one small concern.
Your oxygen levels, you're not getting quite enough.
Happens sometimes with nasal procedures.
So, why don't we do the smart thing
and fix it all tomorrow morning?
Get you in and out in no time, hm?
It's all quite common.
Nurse Simone will be here all night.
(monitor beeping) Give you something for pain.
And I'm scheduled now for another surgery,
but she'll call me if anything comes up.
You're in good hands.
I...
I had a beautiful dream, but then it got strange.
You were there.
Well, when you go under, the mind plays tricks, Anna.
When I had my first plastic surgery,
I thought I died and met God.
I asked him how he got my job.
(both chuckling)
So, I'll see you in the morning.
Sleep, and no worrying.
Promise?
Mm-hm.
(clock ticking)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Anna groans)
(button clicks)
[Simone] Yes, Anna?
I need to make a call.
[Simone] Doctor says no talking for tonight.
Phone's off, anything else?
A mirror?
Tomorrow, try to rest.
(eerie orchestral music)
(arm squelches) (Anna groans)
(Anna panting)
(handle rattling)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(keyboard clacking)
(phone ringing)
Mirari Clinic, this is Nurse Simone.
Be right down.
(phone clatters)
(scanner beeps)
"Looks are overrated."
(elevator dings) (suspenseful orchestral music)
(Anna grunting)
(woman groaning)
(intense orchestral music)
Help me!
Help me, please!
Help me!
Please, please, help me!
Help me.
(cart rattling)
Anna, what are you doing out of your room?
(Anna roars) (glass crashes)
(both grunting)
(punch thuds) (Simone yelps)
(both grunting)
(gauze scratches)
(punch bangs) (Simone thuds)
(Anna panting)
(scanner beeps)
(button clacking)
(buttons clacking)
Hello, Anna.
Nurse Simone tells me you've been a naughty girl.
- No. - Hm?
No, leave me alone! (groans)
(gasps) No, no, please! (cries)
Just relax.
Everything's gonna be fine.
More anesthesia, Nurse.
No, no, please, no! (whimpers)
(David sighs)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Anna whimpering)
Anna, hey, Anna, okay, sh.
You lied to me.
You wanted more.
It was, it was your idea.
Anna, just rest, okay?
My mother came to see you.
I'm gonna go get her.
Okay?
(Anna whimpering)
(velcro scratches)
What have they done to me?
I'm a fucking freak! (cries)
(heels clacking)
(Nadia sighs)
Anna.
Oh, I am Nadia.
Mother of David.
Aw, welcome to the family, darling.
Oh, she's lovely. (chuckles)
She's just wonderful.
(Anna screams)
(projector whirs)
David?
(spooky orchestral music)
David, where are you?
(door bangs)
Where's David?
(reel clicking)
Hello, I'm talking to you.
(door slams) (Anna yelps)
Who are you?
I'm the Projectionist, sweetie pie.
I'm the curator of a hundred years of nightmares,
trapped in a silver screen that never forgets.
[Anna] What do you want from me?
You might call me a death collector,
and I'm gonna love watching yours. (laughs)
(Anna screaming) (spooky orchestral music)
(insects chirping)
(electricity humming)
(haunting choral symphony music)
(doors creaking)
(doors slam)
Anybody here?
(voice hissing)
(metal squeaking)
Sit.
Who are you?
I'm the Projectionist.
Welcome to my nightmare.
(metal squeaking)
(girl screaming)
(girls screaming and gasping)
(Peter screeches)
Stay, stay back!
Peter!
Oh my god, oh my god.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
[Benedict] No.
Peter, don't do it!
(girl gasps)
(shoes clomping)
Stay back.
(Peter cackling)
(Peter growling)
Peter, Peter!
What are you doing?
You're going to fall.
Come with me, please.
(Peter growling)
With me, you're okay.
(Peter growling)
Help me.
I'm scared.
I'm here.
[Peter] Okay.
(bone crunches) (Peter screams)
(Peter screaming)
(girls screaming) (Peter thuds)
(intense orchestral music)
(haunting synth music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic rock music)
I know you loved him, baby, but don't be scared.
You're safe here.
Come on, take this.
You really need to get some sleep.
Come on.
Good.
Remember, I'm always with you.
Okay?
(ominous orchestral music)
Come on.
Let's go to your room.
Can I please sleep with you?
I have work to do.
But I will see you tomorrow in class, okay?
Hey, you know I love you, right?
[Dani] Yeah.
(voice whispering)
(wood creaking)
(cross crashes) (glass clinks)
(Cindy gasps)
(voice hisses) (door rattles)
(eerie synth music)
(Dani crying)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(air whooshes)
(Sister Patricia moaning)
(door bangs) (child laughs)
Who's there?
I'm worried about Dani.
Peter's suicide was so horrible.
I'm frightened.
Do you think...
Sister, stop.
They're kids.
Kids are strong.
Hey.
We can fight this together.
(ominous orchestral music)
(door bangs) (child laughs)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(woman screams)
(haunting choir music)
(people screaming)
(dramatic rock music) (people screaming)
(spooky synth music)
(kick thuds)
Oh, Dani, so sad, so sad. (chuckles)
Stop it.
Stop it! - What are you gonna do?
Tell your mommy?
Not again, please, Tania.
Stop, please, I'm Mommy's little baby.
Hey, come back here!
(air whooshes)
(bones crunch)
(Tania retching)
(Tania coughing)
(Tania screaming)
(pants) Help!
[Sister Patricia] Calm down, sweetheart.
No, no, no, get away, get away!
- That's enough. - No, no!
Don't talk.
That's enough, that's enough.
(Tania screaming) (devil growling)
Honey, I'm here.
I'm here, okay, sweetie.
(voices whispering) (haunting orchestral music)
(demon growls)
Abaddon, the destroyer.
Abraxas, the door between two worlds.
Mashit.
An infernal entity in charge of punishing
those who commit lust and incest.
Its mission is torturing children
and leading them to suicide.
What are you doing in here so late?
(gasps) Father.
It is Mashit.
No.
It is Mashit.
He's torturing Dani and the other children.
Why them, why now?
I don't know.
They're in danger.
Please.
It is Mashit?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(electricity fizzling)
(bones crunching) (Peter growling)
Peter?
Is that you?
Sister.
I miss you.
I missed you too, Father, and the things we used to do here.
Together.
(dramatic choral symphony music)
(Peter growls)
(Sister Patricia gasps)
(Peter cackles)
Before the cross of our Lord,
all enemy forces, get away from here.
I declare you anathema.
Satan, depart from this servant, Peter.
Depart!
(Peter laughing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
He's inside of her.
You must kill her before it's too late.
Just kill her.
Did you call for me, Father?
Come here, Dani.
(ominous orchestral music)
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
(water splashes)
What are you doing?
[Benedict] Get out!
[Dani] (wails) What are you doing?
[Benedict] (grunts) Get out!
Stop!
What are you doing?
Show yourself, demon!
Why are you trying to hurt me?
Get out!
Demon, show yourself!
[Cindy] What are you doing?
Don't interrupt!
The demon is within her!
Are you kidding?
An exorcism?
Are you out of your mind?
This is my daughter!
Are you okay?
(both whimpering)
Pack your things, sweetie.
(dramatic choral symphony music)
(Cindy hisses)
(Sister Patricia gasps)
(demon growls)
It's not Dani, Father.
She's not the source.
(demon hisses)
(dramatic rock music)
(demon hisses)
Mom?
(demon growling) It's you.
(demon growls) (Dani gasps)
(wails) Mom!
(squeals) Help me!
Wake up!
(demon shouts in foreign language)
(demon hisses) (Dani wailing)
Suffer the little children unto death!
They shall be the eyes and the ears of the Dark Lord,
and through me, thy will be done.
(wails) Help me!
Please, God!
(match scratches)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(Sister Patricia gasps)
(dramatic rock music)
(girl growling) (Sister Patricia screams)
Get off!
(Benedict grunts)
(girl growls)
(dramatic choir music)
What are we gonna do?
Something's wrong.
(doors bang)
(intense choral symphony music)
(sword clangs)
What am I gonna do with this?
Fight the goddamn Devil.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(girls roaring)
(girls shrieking) (dramatic rock music)
(sword clanging)
(Benedict grunting)
(Sister moans)
(Benedict grunting)
(Sister Patricia groaning)
(blade scratches) (Sister Patricia yelps)
(blade squelches) (Sister Patricia roars)
(blade squelches) (Sister Patricia grunts)
(girl growls)
(blade squelches)
(girl gasping)
(body thuds)
(Sister Patricia panting)
(Sister Patricia roaring)
(Benedict grunting)
(dagger squelching)
(boy roaring)
(heads thwacking)
(demon roars)
(sword squelches)
(demon growls)
(Benedict roars)
Cindy!
(dramatic orchestral music)
Fight it!
Fight him!
Cast him out!
(sobs) I didn't want to.
He did it.
(metal clangs)
Help us, please, please.
Yes.
I'll help you.
Yes, I'll help you.
Please. (Cindy shrieks)
(dramatic rock music)
(demon growls)
(Sister Patricia whimpers)
(boy roars)
(sword squelching) (Benedict grunting)
(blades squelching)
(Benedict roars)
(blades squelching)
(Benedict grunting)
(Benedict roars)
(Sister Patricia gasps)
Suffer unto death!
(Sister Patricia whimpers)
(girl shrieks)
(Benedict roars)
(dramatic organ and choir music)
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil for thou are with me.
(knife squelches) (children growling)
(body squelches) (girl roaring)
(Benedict moaning)
(Sister Patricia yelps)
(demon snarls) (Sister Patricia screams)
(air whistling)
(bodies thud)
(Sister Patricia coughs)
(dramatic rock music)
(voice hissing)
(Sister Patricia groaning)
Goodnight, children.
Dawn brings a new day.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
And that's why we're here.
(intense orchestral music)
(insects chirping)
(voice hissing)
(ominous orchestral music)
(doors creaking)
(doors slam)
(phone ringing)
Excuse me?
(projector whirring)
(keyboard clacking)
Excuse me?
My appointment was for 3:00.
Sorry, Dr. Salvador is running late.
(keyboard clacking)
(Helen sighs)
What'd she say, Mom?
A few more minutes.
Yeah, sure, she told you that an hour ago.
Yeah, an hour ago.
[Helen] Just a few more minutes.
I'm starving.
[Eric] Looks like they forgot about you.
Don't be silly, honey.
I just talked to the woman.
She said a few more minutes.
[Eric] Yeah, sure.
You shouldn't talk back, Eric.
What, all I said was, yeah, sure.
You shouldn't say it.
It's disrespectful.
Yeah, sure.
(eerie synth music)
[Helen] I hate to be a pest, but my children are...
Try being patient.
(air whooshes)
(Helen clears throat) What is it now?
I was just thinking that maybe if it's a busy time...
It's not.
You're the only one here.
Besides, the appointment book's already closed.
I can't cross you off now.
We did you a favor by squeezing you in.
You did say it was an emergency, didn't you?
[Helen] Yes.
Then why would you cancel the appointment?
Sorry.
Mom, I gotta take a shit!
Don't say that word.
Mom, I gotta go poop.
I'll take him.
No, no, no one goes anywhere without me.
[Eric] What, not even the men's room?
[Helen] No, not even.
Why?
Because I don't like the look of it.
Yeah, sure.
(computer beeps)
The doctor will see you now.
Cut it out, Ma.
Please hurry.
He's waiting.
Come in!
(eerie synth music)
Sit down.
When you called, you mentioned something about being afraid.
Yes.
[Dr. Salvador] Why are you afraid?
Things keep changing.
[Dr. Salvador] Changing how?
Getting different.
Different how?
When did you first notice these changes?
Yesterday morning.
Things were bad yesterday morning, but then they got better,
and now they're getting worse again.
[Dr. Salvador] And have you mentioned
these changes to your husband?
I don't have a husband.
I, I, I...
I mean, I had a husband, but he
left two days ago.
My husband has nothing to do with the problem.
Do people around you seem to be changing?
Answer the question.
Are people around you turning ugly?
Yes.
[Dr. Salvador] You hesitated.
Aren't you sure?
No, I'm sure.
How do you know?
Do you see it, too?
Tell me about your children.
Have you noticed similar deformities in them?
Oh, no, not in my children.
They look as normal as I do, as normal as you.
They brought me here, you know.
[Dr. Salvador] How old are they.
Nine and 11.
[Dr. Salvador] And they brought you here?
Yes.
There have been moments in the past few days
where they seem very mature.
[Dr. Salvador] Mature?
Yes.
This morning, after I found...
(haunting synth music)
[Dr. Salvador] Go on.
It was Eric who found the, your number.
He, he made me call you.
And this sudden maturity is
the only change you've noticed in them?
Yes.
It doesn't last.
Usually they act like kids.
[Dr. Salvador] And what about everyone else?
People other than you and the kids?
Is everyone else strangely deformed?
Yes.
[Dr. Salvador] And have these changes
accelerated since four o'clock?
Yes.
And do you consider yourself suicidal?
(phone rings)
What is it?
[Receptionist] Your colleagues are waiting.
Thank you.
I have a meeting with some field workers,
but I'd like to see you again tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
We open at 9:00, but I want you here at 8:30.
Tomorrow, 8:30.
There's something else.
You asked if I considered myself...
We can discuss that tomorrow.
[Helen] Why won't you help me now?
Thank you.
Tell me! (intense synth music)
If I'm crazy, just tell me!
It'd be so much easier if someone would just...
Eric?
Eric!
Chris, honey.
(elevator dings)
Hey.
Hey, hey, wait a minute, please.
Wait, please.
(button clacks) (elevator dings)
(Helen gasps)
[Receptionist] What now?
Have you seen my children?
What children?
My children.
Sorry, honey.
I haven't seen any children.
(doors clanking)
(spooky synth music)
(toilet flushes)
Eric?
Chris?
Eric, Chris, stop that!
(plunger sucking)
Hey.
(janitor growls)
(plunger sucking)
My children.
(janitor growls)
I'm looking for my children.
(plunger sucking)
Have they been in here?
I'm asking you a question.
Why are you ignoring me?
(haunting string music)
(gun clicks)
(janitor roars)
Hey!
Look at me!
Damn you!
I have a gun.
Look at me!
(door bangs)
(sweeper whirring)
Hey!
(spooky synth music)
Hey, have you seen two boys?
I'm looking for two boys.
Have you seen my children?
Children?
What children?
(mop clacks)
(dial tone beeps)
(coin clinks)
(buttons clacking) (phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
Eric, pick up.
I know you're there.
Hello, Eric?
[Eric Sr.] Hey, this is Eric.
I'm not able to take your call right now.
Leave a message.
I'll get back to you. (voicemail beeps)
Eric, I know you're there.
I can't, can't do this.
I'm sorry.
I, we need to try again.
Maybe, we need to make...
[Eric Sr.] Helen.
Eric, thank god.
(mop clacks) I have to talk to you.
I'm, I can't...
[Eric Sr.] Helen, what are you doing?
You know...
It's over, Helen.
[Woman] Is that her?
(Helen whimpers)
Ah, ah, please, Eric, please.
I'm, what about the children?
[Eric Sr.] What children?
(line beeping)
(phone clatters)
(eerie synth music)
[Eric] Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.
(line beeping)
(Helen sobbing)
[Dr. Salvador] Do you think she'll do it?
[Eric] Yes, we haven't left her much choice.
[Chris] I think so too.
I only wish we'd given her poison instead of a gun.
[Eric] She won't take poison.
She needs to do something aggressive.
[Dr. Salvador] How many bullets were there in the gun?
[Eric] One, that's all she'll need,
provided she doesn't miss.
[Chris] And provided she uses it on herself.
You know, in a way, I feel sorry for her.
It's not her fault she descended.
[Dr. Salvador] It's no one's fault.
Descent from the higher realities
is neither fair nor unfair.
It's a fact.
It happens.
It's up to us to deal with it, not pass judgment.
[Eric] Do you think her husband deserting her caused it?
[Dr. Salvador] It's possible.
Have you read Dr. Pico's study on traumatic descent?
- No. - Do so.
If you're gonna make field work a career,
you'd be wise to keep up on the literature.
[Chris] I just keep thinking it'd be so much better
if we could just elevate her back.
[Eric] Yeah, sure, how are we gonna do that
if we don't even know which reality she came from?
[Chris] We might be able to figure it out.
We know she had a family.
We know she had two boys, Eric and Chris.
We knew she loved them.
[Eric] You don't know that.
[Chris] We can infer it.
Haven't you seen the way she looks at us?
It's not the way she looks at other things.
She's seeing the children she left behind.
[Dr. Salvador] She told me about that when we talked.
She told me that I looked normal.
I believe that she only heard some of what I said to her.
She's having auditory as well as visual hallucinations.
[Chris] Are you sure that suicide is the only option?
[Dr. Salvador] It's the only practical one.
There's a slight chance, a theoretical chance
that she could return the way she descended.
It has happened, but it would take
a resilience she doesn't have.
[Eric] So we have to kill her.
[Dr. Salvador] No, she has to kill herself.
We're physicians, not murderers.
[Chris] Well, where is she now?
[Dr. Salvador] Right outside the door
in the hallway, listening.
[Eric] You're kidding.
[Dr. Salvador] Open the door, see for yourself.
I heard her moving out there.
(Helen roars)
(suspenseful string music)
(gun fires)
Shit!
(gun clatters)
Who said that?
[Eric] Chris.
I warned you, Chris.
I warned you about that kinda talk.
Come on.
(boys whimpering)
(wind whistling)
Mom!
Mom, where are we going?
Home.
(voice hissing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(insects chirping)
(gun fires)
(lively classical piano music)
(ominous orchestral music) (sign humming)
(doors creaking)
(doors slam)
("Toccata and Fugue in D minor" by Johann Sebastian Bach)
(lively piano music)
You almost missed him.
But I didn't.
(audience applauding)
You were absolutely wonderful tonight, honey.
Great, son, I mean, just great, best by far.
It's not a competition, Dad.
Don't kid yourself.
Life is a competition, and don't you forget that.
(both chuckling)
So who was that composer?
New guy or old guy?
Um, new guy.
(Charity chuckles)
European?
American.
I wrote it, Dad.
- Yeah. - Wait, you wrote that?
Yeah.
(chuckles) Wow, it's pretty good,
for an American. (laughs)
I'm glad you could make it, Dad.
I wouldn't have missed it for the world, son.
(suspenseful orchestral music) - Get out of the car!
- Whoa, whoa! - Don't fucking look at me!
- Okay, okay! - Just get out of the car!
(Charity scoffs)
(gun thwacks) - Hey!
All right, just, everybody calm down, okay?
- Get out of the car. - Okay, okay.
Get out of the car.
Please don't hurt my son!
Get out!
Back up, back up!
Don't look at me! - Okay!
[Jenkins] Get on the ground!
(Charity moans) (body thuds)
Take what you want!
(gun thwacks) (Jenkins grunts)
Get on the floor, don't look at me.
Come here, Riley.
Please don't hurt us, don't hurt us!
(both grunting)
(car banging)
(Jared groans)
(gun fires) (head squelches)
- Dad, Dad! - Oh my god, oh my god!
Stop! (grunts)
(gun fires) (car clangs)
(Jenkins groans)
- Fuck! - Run!
You fucking bitch!
(gun firing)
(Jenkins panting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(heart beating) (Riley panting)
(gun fires)
(Riley gasps)
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Surgeon] Scalpel.
Spread 'em.
Swab!
(monitor beeping)
We got a heartbeat!
(ventilator hissing) (machinery beeping)
It's okay, sweetheart.
I'm with you.
(voice hissing)
Well, look who's awake.
Can you hear me, son?
Just nod your head if you can.
All right.
Where's my mom?
Is she still here?
No, no, your mother's not here.
Did she go home?
You know, son, you need to rest.
We'll talk later, okay?
I'm just glad she's still alive.
Okay.
My dad?
He's, he's dead, isn't he? (dramatic orchestral music)
Not now, Riley.
Because I was afraid that he killed both of them.
Just rest, son.
We'll talk later.
Just go ahead, close your eyes and rest.
That's what you need to do now.
(ventilator hissing) (machinery beeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
(cup clatters) (water splashes)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Mr. Stitches gasping)
(Riley gasps)
(Mr. Stitches moaning)
(door tapping)
Maybe you should go back to bed, mister.
(door banging)
You're gonna hurt yourself.
What are you doin' out here?
You should be in bed.
That man, the one with, the one with all the stitches.
A lot of stitches in this place,
but I don't know what you're talking about.
He was right there.
Those meds make you dream.
Let's get that little butt back in bed, mister.
Oh. (Riley gasps)
- I'm sorry. - I don't need no sorry.
What I need is for you to stay put.
You are lucky to be alive, mister.
Go back to bed, Casey.
There is nothing for you to see here.
Come on.
Oh, Jesus, come on.
(monitor beeping) It's all right.
Come on, come on, come here.
It's okay.
- How'd he get here? - Sh.
Okay.
Oh.
(curtains scraping)
(clock ticking)
(monitor beeping)
Riley.
(sentimental orchestral music)
Riley.
Mom?
I, I thought he killed you.
I'm right here, sweetheart.
It hurts, Mom.
Oh, baby, I know.
I know.
But it doesn't have to.
My boy, my beautiful, talented boy.
I love you, my little pile of Riley.
I love you too, Mom.
(woman singing)
So come be with me.
Just let go.
Rest.
Go to sleep.
Be with me.
Forever. (heart beating)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Forever?
That's it, baby.
(heart beating)
Come home.
(suspenseful synth music)
(bedpan clangs)
(monitor beeping)
It's that time, hon, moving day.
Time for you to go to a regular room.
This is ICU, young man, not the Ritz-Carlton.
(chuckles) And you're getting better.
Gotta make room for the people in need.
You're lucky to be alive, you know?
You were dead on that operating table
'til they brought you back.
I was dead?
Your heart stopped for a full 17 minutes.
Did you hear the choir?
Did you see the white lights?
But you're alive now.
Somebody upstairs likes you.
Thank you. - You're welcome.
Dad?
My dad's dead, isn't he?
Not now, hon.
I saw that guy shoot him.
He's dead, isn't he?
I'm not a baby.
I saw his brains.
He's dead, isn't he?
Stop it, son.
That talk ain't doing nobody no good.
Where's my mom?
That's enough, son.
Calm down.
(eerie orchestral music)
(phone ringing)
Here we go.
(curtains scraping)
Hey, you sleeping, kid?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
I got flowers and shit.
(curtains scraping)
Uh-uh, no sir!
You cannot have flowers in here.
Are you family?
I'm a family friend.
Immediate family only after 7:00.
This boy's got a lot of healing to do,
and those daffodils ain't gonna help.
Go on home, come back in the morning
and leave the flowers there.
It's okay, hon.
Go back to sleep.
(people moaning)
(Riley groans)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Riley coughs)
Hey.
You see 'em too, don't you?
The dead guys.
You can see them?
Oh yeah.
What's your name?
Riley Everson.
I'm Casey.
So how long were you dead?
Um, 17 minutes.
How'd you know?
It takes one to know one.
I was only gone for six.
You were dead too?
All the best people have been dead and back, right?
You look like you need to sit down.
(Riley coughing)
So, how did you die?
I got shot.
Jesus.
Who would want to shoot a kid?
He killed my dad and maybe my mom.
I think I was the only person that lived.
Oh, shit, that's fucked up.
(dramatic orchestral music)
So, um, how did you...
How did I die?
(Casey groans)
You tried to kill yourself?
No, well, for six minutes I did kill myself.
Why?
Because everybody lies.
People only tell you they love you
when they want something from you.
So, uh, why do you think we can see them?
The dead guys.
I've been thinking about that a lot.
So I think that they're lost,
like in between where you live and where you die.
Maybe we can see them because we were there too.
I think they know where we've been,
and they want to get some of what we got.
I don't even think they know they're dead.
I saw my mom.
Really?
When she touched me, I could feel it.
It was really cold.
Did she talk to you?
Mm-hm.
She told me that she loved me
and that she wanted me to be with her.
If she's like dead, I don't think
that's such a good thing.
Maybe she's not dead.
Maybe.
I think you should sleep.
You look like shit.
But if you get lonely or scared or something,
just come over to Casa Casey, okay?
Really?
Us living dead, we gotta stick together.
- Right. - Night, Riley.
[Riley] Night, Casey.
(curtains scraping)
(sentimental orchestral music)
Hi, Riles.
Hi, Mom.
I miss you, honey.
But you're dead.
Shh, shh.
Everything is okay, sweetheart.
I promise.
I want you to close your eyes, relax, go to sleep.
(heart beating)
I'm so tired.
Come on, baby.
I need you to come be with me.
There won't be any pain anymore.
Just relax, let go.
No more pain.
Leave him alone!
Riley, wake up!
She wants you dead! (Riley coughing)
She wants you to be dead with her!
Don't let her take you.
Wake up, sleepyhead.
Time for breakfast.
Casey, leave the boy alone.
Go on back and have your breakfast.
Go on now.
Leave the boy be and let him heal.
I'll see you later, Riley, okay?
That girl is trouble, little mister,
and I suggest you keep your distance.
I think she's nice.
Mm-hm.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door slams)
(Casey screams)
(ominous orchestral music)
(people muttering)
Looks like she finished the job.
(Riley moans)
(Riley coughs)
(Riley grunting)
(Riley coughs)
(liquid splashing)
(toilet flushes)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door banging) (Riley groaning)
I told you not to look at me, you little shit!
(Riley grunts)
(bones crunch) (Jenkins screams)
(Riley groans)
(both grunting)
(wall bangs)
Should have never looked at me, kid.
I would have let you go.
(Riley grunts) (Jenkins groans)
(both grunting)
No, please, I'm sorry!
(bedpan banging) (Jenkins groaning)
(Jenkins crashes)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Riley coughs)
(Riley groaning)
(actors speaking in foreign language)
Nurse, nurse.
Help.
(blood splashing)
(Riley gasps)
(Riley coughing)
Casey.
(door bangs)
(Jenkins groans)
You're not in here, are ya, kid?
(Jenkins chuckles)
(door banging)
(cart rattling)
(door slams)
(eerie string music)
Fuck this shit.
(Riley moans)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Riley panting)
(door bangs)
(door slams)
(cart bangs)
No, no, I'm sorry!
(both grunting)
(shelves banging)
Thought you could get away from me, huh, you little shit?
Yeah.
(both gasping and grunting)
(gun fires) (head squelches)
(gun firing)
Die!
(haunting synth music)
Don't fight it, sweetheart.
(Riley gasping) (Jenkins grunting)
You can do this.
Go to sleep, baby.
Just let it go.
Riley, no!
(Riley gasps)
Don't listen to her.
Don't let her let you die, Riley!
But you're a part of me.
I can't go to the next place without you.
Live, Riley, live!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(both grunting)
(wood crunches)
[Jenkins] That's it.
(stick squelches) (Jenkins gurgles)
(shelves bang)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Jenkins gurgling)
(door bangs)
Here he is!
Oh, sweet Jesus. (Riley coughing)
Oh my god!
The boy's alive!
Somebody get a wheelchair in here!
(sentimental orchestral music)
We got you, young man, we got you.
No, no, no, no, you relax.
(wheelchair squeaking)
(Riley sobs)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Riley panting)
Sweet dreams, kid.
(cat hisses)
(metal squeaking)
What's going on?
Am I dead?
Dead?
Kid, you ain't never been more alive.
But them...
(haunting synth music)
Yeah, they're all dead.
(ominous orchestral music)
I want to get out of here.
Do you think you can escape the future
that's already being told?
Then you run, Riley.
You run, boy, now!
Run!
Go, you little motherfucker!
(lively orchestral music)
(The Projectionist laughs)
(reels whirring)
(reels squeaking)
(metal clanking)
(marker scratches)
(metal squeaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(light clicks)
(voice hissing)
(dramatic synth music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(haunting choral symphony music)