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- [Voice Automated] It's Melissa.
- Hey, honey. I'm on my way to my orientation.
Ah, yeah, yeah, I, I should be home
around four, I would think.
It's a small facility, I can't imagine
it will take longer than that,
especially since they dragged me out here on a Sunday.
Okay, honey. I'll call you later.
Love you too. Bye.
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(car approaching)
(door opens)
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(door closes)
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(ball thumping)
(door creaking)
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Hello? Is anybody here?
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- Dr. Makenzie?
Dr. Tristian Makenzie? - Ah, yes, that's me.
Ah, you must be Dr. Patterson.
- Actually, I'm Dr. Gabey Moon.
I'm the director of the residency program here
at Silverdale Psychiatric Hospital.
- Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
(eerie music)
- Oh!
- Was it an accident?
- Carelessness. Never turn your back on a patient.
This way, please.
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(door opens)
This is the administrative wing.
Patients are kept on the fourth and sixth floor,
oh, depending, of course, on their current mental condition.
This is where all the pencil pushing is done.
So we've got Patorius, Durand.
Lucia's around the corner.
And this is the coat closet.
You know, my, my personal recommendation is don't leave
anything of value behind.
Our cleaning lady's a little bit of a kleptomaniac.
And this is my office.
Got medical record storage and decompression room.
Look, I'm sure you can see by now
that we are a very small state-funded hospital.
We've got 27 residents and five doctors.
- Yes, I see that.
I've worked in my fair share of smaller facilities.
- (chuckles) I've read your file,
but I can tell you that it doesn't give me the breadth
or depth of which I need to know, you specifically.
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(door closes)
- You are hiring for senior houseman, are you not?
- Indeed, we are.
Look, Dr. Makenzie, I don't want you
to take offense to this.
You seem possibly like you're maybe more suited
for one of the fashionable facilities,
ones where wealthy old men are holding your hand
and, and telling you how horrible their mothers were.
We're a long way from Seattle.
- I've worked with my fair share
of disturbed patients during my training.
If you are trying to warn me
that the patients here are potentially dangerous,
you needn't worry. - Dangerous?
Hardly. Disturbed, I'll give you that.
And they're also very extraordinary and strange.
- Huh, strange?
What's the strangest case
that's come from a little place like this?
- Believe me, I've seen strange things come
and I've seen strange things go,
but the strangest phenomenon I have ever seen
in my entire career is a very specific delusion
that's shared by five of our residents.
A very specific delusion.
- Mass suggestion. - You'd think so.
But upon careful review and thorough review
of all of their files, we decided early on
to impose a non-contact between all of them.
That way we could tease out possibly where
the delusion was coming from
or what the common thread was between all five.
It's a very specific delusion.
- Well, I look forward to meeting them all
and assisting in any way I can.
(Gabey inhales and exhales) (pen clicking)
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Ah.
(Gabey inhales and exhales)
Do you wanna see them?
- What?
(eerie music)
- The files?
- Oh, yes. I, I'd love to see the files.
(drawer opens)
(drawer closes)
(folders rustling)
- Cathy McGowin.
She's been here for about five years.
Cathy is a special case. Possibly the most dangerous.
It's unclear when she began experiencing the onset symptoms
of paranoid schizophrenia, but it's also unclear
what happened to her victims.
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(Cathy gasping) (door banging)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(door smashing)
(Cathy panting)
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(Cathy panting)
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(engine running)
(doors open) (door beeping)
(insects chittering)
- Well, this is it.
What do you think? - It's cute.
And you weren't kidding when you said
you lived out in the sticks. (chuckles)
- Yeah, I like the peace and quiet.
No one around.
It's been a long drive. You must need another drink.
- Mm-hmm.
(car door closes) - Come on.
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(both chattering)
(door opens)
(door creaks and closes)
- (exhales) It's, ah, it's a nice place you got.
- It's old, nothing works half the time, but thanks.
- Just you here?
- More or less.
- You grew up in this place?
- Why do you say that?
- Oh, just a big house for such a small girl.
(Cathy chuckles) (cork pops)
- It's my parents actually.
(wine pouring) - Ah.
They, ah, they are around?
- Not anymore.
(glasses clink) - Good.
(both chuckle)
(laughs) So, um, what do you wanna do?
You know, listen to some music, ah,
maybe a little dancing, some music?
(both laugh) - Sure.
There's a record player if you wanna pick something out.
- (clicks tongue) All right.
(Cathy sighing)
- I'm gonna use the powder room and freshen up.
- Sounds good.
(matches rattling)
(match striking)
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(albums rustling)
(Boogeyman bellowing)
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(floor creaking)
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(switch clicking)
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(singing in foreign language)
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(door creaking)
(door closes)
(pills rattling)
(Cathy sniffing)
(Cathy breathes heavily) (door banging)
(singing in foreign language)
(Cathy breathing heavily)
(door banging)
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(singing in foreign language)
(door banging) (Boogeyman bellowing)
(singing in foreign language)
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(singing in foreign language)
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- Well, that's an on choice.
- (chuckles) Ah, huh. Oh, very nice.
Yeah. It's like it was calling to me and it's, it's my song.
Mm.
- Listen Glen,
I'm not usually in the business
of bringing random guys home.
- (chuckles) Well I, well I hope not.
- Don't tease me.
I've been to bed with six guys,
three boyfriends, three one night stands.
- Good to know.
- I asked you to come back with me tonight because,
well, I don't wanna sleep alone.
- I don't think anybody does.
I mean, we're all looking for some sort of companionship.
You know, someone to, someone to touch,
someone to wake up next to.
- That's not what I'm talking about.
- Then what?
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- I'm afraid - Of?
- This house.
- (chuckles) What's wrong with this house?
- It's not exactly the house that I'm afraid of.
- Then what? Come on.
Don't be just scaredy-cat.
- All right, big guy. What are you scared of?
- Nothing scares me. - Mm, really?
- I'm serious. - Come on.
- Okay, well there might be one thing.
- Come on.
- I was a kid.
13, if I remember correctly.
My brother made me participate in Montezuma's Revenge.
You know what that is? Knotts Berry Farm?
Fastest coaster on the West Coast?
What? Not good enough for you?
- That's not what I'm talking about.
Come on.
There's gotta be something that really scares you.
(Glen sighing) Maybe something
from when you were a kid,
something that haunts you to this day.
- You know. - Yeah.
- Hmm. There might be something.
When I was 11, maybe 12,
me and my brother Roy would play
by this old lake during the summer.
I can remember one hot summer in particular,
we took our fishing poles to this lake.
- Do you think you can catch a catfish? (echoes)
- Roy sees something furry floating in the water.
Some, something. (Roy gasping)
And he starts nudging it with a tree branch,
closer and closer to the shore.
- Come on, Roy. - And I can see that it's
some sort of animal. - What is that?
- Suddenly he's yelling at me, "Get it, get it!"
So I reach into the water
and I pull out this young Scotty dog.
- Is that a dog? - And it must've been dead
for a while because it was stiff.
I'm talking stiff as a board. - What the heck?
- You could've propped this thing up
and it would've stood up straight.
Poor thing must've been dead for a while
because both of its eyes were wide open.
(flies buzzing) - Whoa, look at its eye.
- I'll never forget looking into those eyes,
had one blue and one green one.
- Is that it? - Not even close.
We decided to bury the dog in the forest
and then just sort of forgot about it.
And we started down the path and immediately
I felt something was wrong, like something was following us.
Suddenly, I turn around and there's that young Scotty dog
running up towards us. - Oh my God.
- And that's when I noticed, (Young Glen gasping)
one blue and one green eye
and it smelled like the lake.
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Huh, to this day, when I'm alone, I,
I think maybe I'm not,
then I imagine it's that one dead dog
with one blue and one green eye.
- Hmm.
Weird. - (sighs) Yeah.
(sighs) Okay. Your turn.
What about this house scares you?
- Oh, no, no, um, my thing isn't nearly as scary as yours.
You're just, you're just gonna laugh at me.
- Oh, no, I promise I won't.
Scout's honor. Come on.
- Okay, well, it all started when I was really little
and my cousins would tease me mercilessly
about the Boogeyman.
(Cathy gasping) (door banging)
He said he lived in my closet,
and he teased that they could hear him breathing
from the other side of the door.
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Sometimes now I wake up in the dead of night.
I swear I can hear something
or someone breathing in my closet.
And that's why I don't wanna sleep alone tonight.
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- Your, ah, your room upstairs?
- Yeah?
- Well what exactly do I get if I take care
of this little Boogeyman problem for you?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, if I go kick his ass,
you have to plant one on me.
- Deal.
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(chair creaking)
(insects chittering)
(door opens and creaks)
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- (chuckles) That little closet?
- Yeah.
- You'd think the Boogeyman could afford
a more spacious pad.
(clears throat) Loitering is not allowed
in this house, Mr. Boogeyman.
(knocking)
He must have moved out.
(door slams)
(chuckles) Ha-ha. Very funny, Cathy.
(doorknob clattering)
Cathy, are we playing a game?
(knocking) Cath?
(doorknob clattering) Come on, Cathy.
Open the door. I'm getting really sick of this.
(intense music)
Cathy, Cathy, come on. (doorknob clattering)
I'm tired of this game.
(door thumping)
Cathy, please open the door.
Cathy. Cathy, I'm really tired of this.
You have to let me out now. Please.
Cathy, come on, please. (knocking)
Cathy, I don't wanna be here her anymore.
Come on. Cathy?
Cathy, it was...
Ah! (screaming)
(flesh tearing)
God, please! (screaming)
(Glen groaning and screaming)
(Boogeyman growling)
(Glen screaming)
(Boogeyman snarling)
- When she was eventually admitted,
Cathy couldn't let go of this delusion.
She had convinced herself that this mutations,
birth mutation of heterochromia had just allowed her
some psychic connection to this delusion.
- A creature in the closet?
- Childlike as it may be,
it's still a very oddly specific delusion.
- You say her parents weren't in the picture?
- Do you feel like it makes a difference?
- Well, yeah. I mean, it's, it's common
when a person experiences trauma at a young age,
that as a defense mechanism, they revert back
to a childlike state.
Sometimes it's voice, sometimes behaviors,
sometimes subconsciously.
The closet as a mental set piece
was probably either where she would go
to escape her perpetrator or where the assault took place.
Ah, maybe, maybe I'm over-complicating things.
Who wasn't afraid of something under their bed
or in their closet as a kid?
But my guess is, in Cathy's case,
the Boogeyman was a living, breathing person.
And her relationship with that person
turned her into a Boogeyman too.
(folder closing)
- That was also my assessment five years ago.
And it was only further complicated by our next case,
which is Olivia Cushing.
(sighs) She's our most recent case.
Um, she's also the most reluctant to talk about it.
(patients chattering) (Oliva sobbing)
(whooshing) (soft rock music)
♪ Nothing feels good after this ♪
♪ You can wrap yourself and launch it ♪
♪ That don't mean it's gonna fly ♪
(eerie music)
♪ How long can you run ♪
♪ There's something that you can do ♪
(pills rattling)
- You're not crazy. I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy. (echoes) (phone buzzing)
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Oh, hi, Mawmaw.
- Hi, sweetie. How's your first place living alone?
How are you feeling? - Oh, I mean,
it's been quiet mostly,
and I've felt, I've felt better.
I, um...
(sighs) Well, I'm not feeling great, but that's okay.
Time heals all wounds or, or whatever.
- [Mawmaw] Well, if there's anything I can do,
please don't hesitate.
- Aw, I appreciate you, but I'm good.
Um, I've got my paints, so I guess
I've got all the company I need.
- [Mawmaw] Well, your paints are a poor substitute
for real company.
Have you been out? Any new young men you've got your eye on?
- (chuckles) Ah, dating is the last thing
I wanna think about right now.
- Well, I just wanted to check in
on my favorite granddaughter.
- I'm your only granddaughter, Mawmaw.
- [Mawmaw] And you're still my favorite.
- Oh, well, thank you.
(chuckles) Ah, I love you so much.
- [Mawmaw] Don't be a stranger.
- All righty. Well, I'll talk to you soon, Mawmaw.
Okay? Bye-bye.
(fingers tapping)
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(birds chirping)
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(water sloshing)
(brush tapping)
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(tape tearing)
(canvas clacking)
(chattering on TV)
- [Man On TV] Hey, honey, that's not why
I'm telling you this.
- Well, let's just please... (Olivia scoffing)
- [Man On TV] Nice.
- [Woman On TV] Yes, well, I know (chattering).
But that shit with her is fucking crazy.
(chattering on TV)
- Oh. (laughs)
Okay. - Cass, I'm being serious.
I'm not staying inside this house with that bat in there.
- (laughing) Oh.
Oh, shit.
(pills rattling) All right,
let's see what's up.
(eerie music)
Okay.
"Feeling and being sick or feeling very sleepy,
headaches, loss of libido, reduced sex drive,
difficulties achieving, achieving orgasm
during sex or masturbation."
Huh. (pills rattling)
Well, before it's too late. (pages rustling)
(pills rattling)
(suspenseful music)
(Olivia moaning)
(eerie music)
No, no. (hatch banging)
- Come and see. Come and see.
(Olivia gasping)
(eerie music)
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(doorknob clattering)
(eerie music continues)
(intense music)
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- Come and see. Come and see.
Come and see. Come and see.
(Olivia gasping)
(Olivia breathes heavily)
(eerie music)
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(Olivia breathing shakily)
(Olivia breathes heavily)
(eerie music continues)
- What? I didn't...
(Olivia breathing shakily)
Oh Jesus.
They were not fucking around about those side effects.
(eerie music continues)
(Olivia sighing)
(eerie music continues)
(shower spraying)
(eerie music continues)
(water dripping)
(eerie music continues)
What the fuck?
(soft rock music)
(birds chirping)
What the fuck were you thinking?
- No. You're coming in a little hot.
- No shit, Sherlock. I'm tired of this.
- [Chad] Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Seriously, Chad.
And I'm being very serious right now.
Did you come over here last night?
- Um, not that I recall.
- I'm not fucking around.
- Look, Olivia, the only reason I'm even having to talk
to you right now is because you still owe me 200 bucks
for those Feeding Fingers tickets.
- Chad, I swear to God.
- $200, Olivia, 200.
- Look, this has been a brilliant conversation and all.
All I'm trying to say is stay the fuck away from me
and my new place, okay?
- Ah, sure.
- Yeah, I should have listened to Michelle
when she told me you were fucking around on me.
- I thought you were done.
- Go play in traffic, dick.
And also, fuck your tickets and fuck your $200!
(heavy rock music) Fuck!
(Olivia screaming)
♪ How long can you run ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ How long can you run ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ How long can you run ♪
(singer screaming)
(eerie music)
♪ Have you ever met the Boogeyman before ♪
♪ No, of course you haven't ♪
♪ You're much too good I'm sure ♪
♪ Don't you be afraid of him if he should visit you ♪
♪ He's a great big coward so I'll tell you what to do ♪
♪ Hush, hush, hush ♪
♪ Here comes the Boogeyman ♪
♪ Don't let him come too close to you ♪
♪ He'll catch you if he can ♪
♪ Just pretend that you're a crocodile ♪
♪ And you will find that Boogeyman will run away a mile ♪
♪ Children, have you ever met the Boogeyman before ♪
(Olivia gasping)
♪ No, of course you haven't ♪
♪ You're much too good I'm sure ♪
♪ Don't you be afraid of him if he should visit you ♪
♪ He's a great big coward so I'll tell you what to do ♪
(switch clicking) (needle scratching)
(eerie music)
(drawer opens)
(knife clattering)
(drawer closes)
(suspenseful music)
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What the fuck?
(Olivia gasping)
I'm not, I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.
I don't, I, I'm not, I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy. I've made it this far.
I've made it this far.
(Olivia gasping)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(Olivia panting)
(Olivia breathing heavily)
(Olivia whimpering)
(door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(pills rattling)
(distorted voice)
- Poor girl's grandmother is the one who found her
almost catatonic. (patients chattering)
Medical reports suggest she hadn't eaten in days.
(eerie music)
- Huh. There it is.
How did I not see this coming?
- Okay. You've got my attention.
- The connection.
Both women have a history of abusive relationships with men.
Assuredly, a history of undiagnosed PTSD for said trauma.
They're struggling with feeling powerless
and finding their power.
- So you're saying that their ability,
sorry, lack of ability to cope is what makes them go crazy?
I think we're too far advanced to start blaming
female hysteria, don't you, Dr. Makenzie?
- That's not what I was implying.
- Well, before you go too far down that rabbit hole,
I do wanna let you know that the female cases
are the outliers.
The delusion is more drastic with the male.
(eerie music continues)
- Now you're just trying to lead me down the wrong path.
- Mm, no, I'm just trying to give you
all of the data points, even the ones
that don't align with the statistics.
Schizophrenia and criminality have a strange relationship,
especially with Tommy Butler.
(patients chattering)
Patient 053.
Schizophrenia and criminality have a strange relationship,
especially for Tommy Butler.
- We're brothers, man.
I love you, man. (whooshing)
- Tommy, hey. - What's up?
- I lost you there for a second. You good?
- No.
- Yeah. Me neither.
(eerie music)
Look, we should go get the, ah...
- Yeah.
(keys jangle and scrape)
(trunk opens)
(eerie music continues)
(plastic crinkling)
Whoa.
(eerie music continues)
(shovel scraping) (Ethan sighs)
- It's been a long time since we've been to dad's house.
Could be sweet if you think about it.
- Sweet, yeah.
Dad would've been proud of us.
If he was alive, he could've helped us dig.
- Like Mom would've let us dump a body
in her communal trash zone.
- No, you're right. This is the thing.
This is what we have to do.
I know we have to.
(eerie music continues)
(keys jangling)
(Ethan sighing) (ignition beeping)
(car approaching)
(eerie music continues)
(door closes)
(keys jangling) Mm.
(eerie music continues)
- All right.
- (sighs) Yeah.
- I'm gonna, ah, go take the car
back down the path, walk back up.
- You think they saw our car? - No, just doesn't hurt.
You know, like, um, it's a little hike.
- Sure.
- You need anything? Drink, smokes?
- No, I still have my pack somewhere.
- Okay, cool.
I'll be right back.
(door closes)
(eerie music continues)
- Ah, fuck.
(Tommy sighing)
Mm.
(pack rustling)
(Tommy exhaling)
(Tommy breathes shakily)
(pack rustling)
(soft dramatic music)
(faucet running)
(soft dramatic music continues)
(door closes)
(Tommy sighing)
(pack rustling)
(lighter clicking)
(Tommy exhaling)
(eerie music)
(train horn blaring)
(Tommy exhaling)
(eerie music continues)
(traffic whirring)
- Hey. Yeah, no, it's good.
Ah, no, I think we're gonna have to wait
around here for a little bit.
Yeah, well, there's nobody from miles
once you get to the house, so.
Okay, yeah. I'll let you know.
(traffic whirring)
Fuck.
(Ethan sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Fuck.
(cap twisting)
(Tommy gulping)
(cap twisting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Tommy exhaling)
(cap twisting)
(Tommy gulping)
(Tommy swallowing)
(switch clicking)
(static white noise)
(dial turning) (distorted voices)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dial turning) - I know what you did, Tommy.
(bag crinkling)
- Hey.
Hey, Tom.
- Nothing.
Found dad's old radio. - Oh, yeah. .
- You fucking loved that thing. That's it.
- Ah, it doesn't work.
- Yeah, I bet there's batteries around here somewhere
or a cord or something. - It doesn't work.
- Okay, all right. Wanna beer?
Cool. Hey, man, we're gonna be safe here, okay?
And let things die down a bit, you know,
ease our way back into society,
cover our tracks, all that shit.
I've been talking to this, ah- - Give me your phone.
- What? - Just in case
they can track it, you know, like I don't,
I don't know, just give me your phone.
I'll put it in the cabinet with mine
and we can check it at the end of the week.
- Okay, if it will make you feel better.
(Tommy sighing) (drawer opens)
(foil crinkling)
(cabinet opens)
Okay.
You want dinner?
- Sure.
(fork scraping) (Ethan sighing)
(eerie music)
I'm gonna go into town tomorrow. Get some more groceries.
- Way cool.
- You gonna do anything fun?
- Oh yeah. Let me plan my weekend real quick.
I can't leave here, so, no.
- Nobody saw you.
- I know one guy did.
(Tommy chews and swallows)
(Ethan exhaling)
There's nothing here, just dust
and fucking, I don't know, shower curtains.
Dad's old porn. - Hey,
some of it's pretty good.
- Only one of 'em.
- Shit. - What?
- You know it might still be here.
- No. - I'll be right back.
(footsteps receding)
(eerie music continues)
(utensil scraping)
Jesus Christ.
(plastic crinkling)
Oh, fuck.
(gun scraping) Ah, fuck, dad.
(Ethan exhales)
(gun clattering)
(utensil scraping)
(tapping) (can clattering)
(Tommy exhaling)
- Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?
- Oh, ho, ho, ho.
(items clattering) Ah.
(Ethan chuckling)
- I can't see anything.
Damn, locks, windows.
Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
- Yep. Still here.
(Tommy exhaling)
- What is it?
- Hmm? (Tommy sighs and chuckles)
(soft dramatic music)
(video game pieces rustling)
(TV clacking)
(Ethan groaning)
(controllers clicking)
- All right, I'll take a,
I'll take a big fat fart on your face.
- (chuckles) Shit. Come out to play.
- Okay, what are talking about?
Oh, God! Ah, your head exploded.
(Ethan laughing) Give me it, fucking take
your medicine! - No, I'm not taking it.
- Take your medicine. - Take your fucking...
- Take your medicine. - Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Yes! - I let you win that one.
- You didn't let me win that one.
- Yeah. - Fucking be better.
- Yeah, well, when you were playing Halo,
I was getting laid. - Oh.
- No, I won't let you take it. - Fuck you then.
Fuck you, this mine now.
- Oh, fuck. - Mm.
Oh, you backwashed in that shit.
- Uh-oh. - Ooh!
- Oh! (laughs) - Fuck you!
- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you! - Fuck you!
- Fuck you, fuck you! (Ethan laughing)
Ah!
(Ethan moaning)
(eerie music)
(cap twisting)
(Tommy sighing) (cap twisting)
(static white noise) - Tommy?
I know what you did, Tommy.
(suspenseful music)
Come closer, Tommy. It's okay.
(static white noise)
(suspenseful music continues)
Go outside.
- What the fuck?
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
(Boogeyman bellowing)
(Ethan exhaling)
(eerie music)
(radio clattering)
(Ethan moaning)
- What are you doing?
- (sighs) Trying to make this thing work.
- Well shit, let me see.
Oh, yeah. No way. (laughs)
- Yeah, it's caked. - Yeah.
That thing is not turning on anytime soon.
But anybody who faces these things
is probably already dead, right? (chuckles)
- I heard something out of it yesterday though.
- I thought you said it didn't work.
- Yeah, I don't know. - Right.
Well, hey, I'm gonna go to the store, get some real food.
You want anything specific?
- Chips. - Yeah, yeah.
(footsteps receding)
- Ethan. - Yeah, man?
(eerie music)
- We did a bad thing.
- Yeah, man. I know.
- We did a bad thing. We're gonna get in trouble for it.
- Tommy, we're gonna be okay.
I'm serious. All right?
We just gotta wait this thing out. Let it run its course.
You're okay. - No, it doesn't matter.
- What do you mean? - We did something bad.
We took something and now the only way you can fix it is,
is by giving something up.
- What are you talking about? Nobody is coming for us.
- Yeah, they, that's what I'm trying to tell you.
- I'm not gonna let you turn yourself in,
and I'm not gonna turn myself in
because either way, I'm fucked.
- No, just fucking listen. - I'm not going to jail
because you fucking killed someone!
I'm going to the store.
And I'm taking these!
Don't do anything fucking stupid while I'm gone.
- Fuck. (sighing)
(hand pounds) Fuck!
(Tommy sighing)
(eerie music continues)
(switch clicking)
Bullshit.
It's bullshit.
Piss off
bitches. (static white noise)
(creepy music)
(distorted voices)
(creepy music continues)
(static white noise)
(creepy vocalizing)
(static white noise)
(static buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(Boogeyman growling)
- [Man On Radio] Tommy did a bad thing
and now something is coming for him. (echoes)
There's only one way to make this right. (echoes)
You know what to do. (echoes)
- Giver must taketh.
(suspenseful music continues)
(foil crinkling)
- Yeah, no, that's good. Yeah, that's good news.
Ah, I think in a couple of days we should have Tom
go get groceries, and then maybe in a couple of weeks
we'll get outta here.
Ah, I think he's just starting to be a little cooped up,
thinking he might, ah, turn himself in, I don't know.
Look, give it to me straight here.
What, what happens if everything goes wrong?
(fist pounds) - Fuck!
(fingers tapping) Fuck!
(radio clattering) (Tommy sobbing)
Mm! No.
No! (gasps)
(Tommy panting)
Fuck! (sobbing)
(hand slaps)
- No, I don't think he'd do it again.
(Tommy breathing heavily)
- Okay, yeah.
(objects clattering)
(gun clacking)
(Tommy gasping)
(traffic whirring)
(Ethan exhaling) (paper crinkling)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Okay.
(door closes)
Hey, Tommy.
(suspenseful music continues)
What are you doing, buddy?
- We did a bad thing.
- Yeah, I know we did a bad thing,
but let's put the gun away, okay?
I got a beer. You want some beers?
(liquor sloshing)
- We killed someone.
(gasps) I killed someone and it's not okay.
I'm not, I'm not okay. Nothing's okay.
- No, it's gonna be okay. - Mm-mm.
- Yeah, it's gonna be okay because I've been talking
to a friend of mine, he's- - You've been talking?
Who have you been talking to? - Rich, oh, Jesus, Tommy!
- Who you've been talking to?
Something's been talking to me.
Something has been talking to me
through the fucking radio.
And now it's out there and it's just standing out there.
It's watching me! It's judging me!
- No. - It's fucking out there!
And it want, it wants me to...(gasping)
(suspenseful music continues)
It wants me to.
- Tommy. - No, no, no, no.
I, I have to. - Tommy, you're okay.
This is some scary shit, right?
We're out in the middle of the fucking woods,
but we are safe.
Okay? We got food, we got wa...
We have got each other. There's nothing out there.
Nobody's talking to you through a fucking broken radio.
There's no Boogeyman. It's me and you.
We're brothers. Okay?
And I've always got your fucking back.
(breathes uneasily) I love you, Tommy.
(Tommy whimpering)
- I love you too.
(Tommy sobbing)
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.
It's okay.
(Tommy sobbing)
Okay.
You're okay, buddy.
(Tommy crying)
Okay, you've been cooped up here too long. Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Let's get outta here, okay?
- Okay, yeah. - All right?
Let's go to one of those shady dive bars down by the river.
Okay? - Mm-hmm, okay.
Yeah. - Okay.
(soft dramatic music)
(gun clacking)
(intense music)
- No, fuck no. Ethan, lock the fucking doors, Ethan!
(suspenseful music)
- Tommy?
(intense music)
- Fuck.
(footsteps running)
(Ethan screaming)
Fuck, no! Get back!
(Ethan screaming) (rumbling)
Fuck!
(intense music)
(body cracking)
Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Ethan. Ethan.
(Tommy whimpering)
(intense music continues)
(Tommy sobbing)
(indistinct chattering)
- [Gabey] Tommy turned himself in.
He just appeared in front of the gas station with Ethan.
I have to assume that he dragged his brother's body
all the way there. (patients chattering)
He told the police all about the murder,
but refused to claim his brother's death as his own.
- Was it your staff who performed his psych eval?
- Hmm. I don't think I like what you're insinuating.
- (sighs) Look, I'm not trying to overstep here.
I, ah, you are hiring me as a resident psychiatrist.
Are you not? Dr. Makenzie,
I am all for discussion.
Really, it's the only way that a group
of people can actually progress.
I just hope that you give me and my staff enough respect
to come out and say what you're thinking
instead of hiding behind a question.
- Well, it just seems obvious to me.
People claim insanity to avoid jail time.
It would be in Tommy's best interest
to be deemed clinically insane,
especially if he's facing execution for his crimes.
- And those who think it's in their best interest
in order to stay in an insane asylum
are insultingly easy to catch.
- No, I suppose I'll have to meet him
and make my own observations.
- That's fair enough. I understand that.
I just hope you came to a better conclusion
than just that from reading his file.
- Well, they all seem socially inept.
Tendencies of isolation and lack of true connection
can lead a mind many places.
- Tommy seemed pretty reliant on his brother.
- Yes, but not before.
What I mean to say is they weren't in as much direct contact
until after the bank robbery and Tommy committed the murder.
This leads me to believe it's a slow build.
- Hmm. It's interesting to think of history.
You know, a two-year-old can hear their mom slam a door
and it flips a switch in their mind.
- Well you are a doctor.
I'm sure you've heard of Freud. (chuckles)
- I have, thank you.
You know what's interesting about history
or what's more interesting about history,
is when it doesn't align with the stereotypical outcome.
- Now it's your turn to explain.
- I don't need to explain what I thought,
my thoughts on this. (Tristian sighing)
What do you think makes someone snap?
(eerie music)
- Um, a break from their normalcy,
ah, severance in the line that is there one-way roadmap.
Not to sound too philosophical.
I don't know. I guess I would need more information.
I would need to see what's being overlooked.
(folder rustling)
- John Conroy.
(patients chattering)
- (laughing) He, he was a sin...
He was a sinner. (laughing)
He was a sinner. I proved it.
I proved it. (whooshing)
(John laughing)
(dramatic vocalizing) (intense orchestral music)
(vehicle approaching)
(upbeat electronic music)
(John exhaling)
(door opens and closes)
(eerie music)
(John inhales)
- You John?
- In the flesh. You Joyless Division 95, I presume
- It's Rose and yeah.
(traffic whirring)
- So you said in the ad that you've never done this before.
- Oh, I definitely haven't. (chuckles)
- Well, it's no big deal. I, I can show you the ropes.
A firm believer is all I need.
- Um, well, I don't really like believe
in the supernatural or anything, so. (chuckles)
- Why did you take the job then?
- Well, I don't know. I've always wanted to act.
And 140 bucks is 140 bucks.
- What we're doing is not acting.
- Okay, look, I've binged a ton of these
ghost hunting shows, and they're all
the same overdramatized bullshit, okay?
"Ooh, I'm cold. It must be a ghost."
With that logic, I must have a haunted freezer
in my apartment. - We're not hunting ghosts.
I mean, did you even read the help wanted ad?
Um, ah, maybe this isn't a good fit for me.
- What? No, dude, I already drove all the way out here.
Look, okay, you need my help.
And plus, maybe you can convince me.
- Ah, (sighs). Fine.
Just hop in the car. We've got along drive ahead of us.
Fuck.
(eerie music)
- Yay.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous music continues)
(engine revving)
(ominous music continues)
Oh, hey, is this a camera bag? - Don't touch that.
- Oh, wait, is this thing on? - (sighs) That's what
the red light means.
- Oh, oh yeah, it is on.
Okay, cool. Um, (clears throat)
Okay, so, John, where are we headed?
- We're headed to an abandoned house
in the outskirts of Silverdale.
- (chuckles) Wait, Silverdale? That shithole?
Oh my God, I thought that ghosts would have finer taste.
- My wife was from Silverdale.
And for the last time, we're not hunting ghosts.
- Then what the hell are we doing?
- Looking for proof - Of what?
- A vile, unholy creature
that stalks the night, punishing sinners.
It's known by many names.
The Boggart in England, the Boobrie in Scotland,
ah, the Babau in Italy and the De Schwarzer Mann in Germany.
Ah, however, it's most commonly known to what you hear now
in the states as the Boogeyman.
- (laughs) Sorry. The Boogeyman?
What are you fucking eight years old?
- This isn't, this isn't the symbol of fear
that your parents used to scare you into behaving.
It's, malevolence is, it's beyond comprehension.
I've, I've seen it. I've, I've felt it.
It comes for sinners in the middle of the night.
Young or old. It comes for them.
(eerie music)
- Right. Um, okay.
Well, um, so how are we supposed to prove that it's real?
- Jesus, it's real.
Ah, we just need to, ah, draw it out
and record what transpires.
That will, ah, that will, that will prove everything.
You know, they, they need to know that they will see.
They, they'll all see.
They will all see...
(exhales) The sinners just will see...
- It- - (sighs) Right, um.
- Can you just put that thing down before you break it?
(car approaching)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys jangling)
(insects chittering)
(doors close)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys jangling)
(intense music)
Come on, kid. Half the job is carrying the gear.
(eerie music)
- Um, how long is this gonna take?
- Well, paranormal activity tends to die off come daylight.
- (sighs) Jesus.
And you said this place is unoccupied?
- (sighs) Well, no one has been here since
me and my wife were, um,
mm, ah, we was moving in, ready to fix it up to sell.
But we never finished.
- Why not?
- Now, come on, we better carry on before it gets any later.
This is primetime for paranormal activity.
- Whatever you say, captain.
(eerie music)
(bag rustling)
(eerie music continues)
(insects chittering)
(suspenseful music)
Come on, dude. It's paranormal primetime or whatever.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music continues)
(switch clicking)
Some say hi.
(light buzzing)
(bags thudding)
(door closes)
(matches rattling)
(match striking)
(Rose sighing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(John breathing shakily)
- Dude, what the fuck's got you so jumpy?
- Um, the power here's just a bit dodgy
and I, I don't quite like the dark.
- A paranormal investigator that's afraid of the dark.
God, this is such a joke.
- Everyone is afraid of the dark.
- Okay, well, I still don't believe
in this Boogeyman crap, so.
- Just wait. You'll see.
(intense music)
(lights buzzing)
(John sighs and blows)
All right. (Rose sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(bags rustling)
Okay. I'm ready, hit the record button.
- Ah, and then what? - Just, just hit
the record button. (button beeps)
(eerie music)
Good evening. Welcome to another special edition
of "Spectral Investigations."
My name is John Conroy.
Years ago, me and my wife were subject to a series
of terrifying encounters in this house,
which led to her tragic death.
Initially, I was blamed
until the police ruled it a tragic accident.
But I know better, and I know what took her.
And I believe it has a presence here in this house.
In my sorrow, I traveled home to study
with the world's leading paranormal investigators
to understand what I had seen.
And now I have returned,
determined to uncover the truth once and for all.
Armed with my custom spectral equipment
and the help of my trustee assistant Rose,
we aim to uncover the truth of what you here in the states
know as the Boogeyman.
Cut it.
(button beeping)
- Dude, what the fuck?
Did you just say that your wife died here
and you were suspected of murdering her?
- Look, I know, I know how it sounds.
No, I, I would never do anything to her.
Ah, I didn't, I didn't even care that she was cheating.
I, I, I, I, I loved her. No?
- Nope. Fuck this, I'm out.
Nope, I'm out.
- 300. - What?
- Ah, I'll pay you 300 to stay.
Rose, I'm, I'm, I'm begging you.
Please, just, just stay with me. Please.
- Make it 350.
- That's a done deal. All right?
We, you, you won't regret this, Rose.
This, this, this is gonna prove everything.
And then, um, yeah, they need to see,
we're gonna show them together, all right?
Um, let's get some, um, let's get some B-roll.
interior shots, yeah?
Yeah, let's do that.
All right. Let's get some interior shots.
Let's do that. Yeah.
(button beeping) - Ah, why is there no picture?
- Is it turned on? - (sighs) Duh.
- [John] Did you take the lens cap off?
- [Rose] The, the what?
(intense music) (Rose gasps)
- Hey, hey. Be careful with that.
- Wait, did you see that? - See, see what?
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps stomping)
All right, look, no matter what happens,
you just keep recording, all right?
I'm gonna be going in.
- Oh wait, the screen just went black.
- Did you take the lens cap off?
- Oh, yes, but it looks like the power is off
even though the switch is set to on.
- Oh, we must have gone through a whole battery.
Ah, did you grab that square black bag?
- The what? - Oh, must still still, oh,
must still be in the car.
I'll just go and get it. - Wait, what the?
No, you're not fucking leaving me up here all by myself.
- Look, it'll be fine, just stay here,
leave the lights on and, ah,
yeah, I'll be back in two seconds.
(Rose sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(camera clicking)
- Well, hello there.
- I'll be right back, Rose.
(door closes)
(lid creaking) - Oh, my.
Wow. Oh my God.
Too easy. Jeez.
(bag unzips) Here we go.
(jewelry clattering)
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh my God. That's nice, oh.
(jewelry clattering) Shit.
(Lights buzzing)
Shit.
(sighs) John. Goddammit.
(door creaking)
(footsteps stomping) (Rose gasping)
(intense music)
(Rose panting)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(items rustling)
(Boogeyman breathing heavily)
(screaming) Oh my God! John!
No! John, where are you? (panting)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Rose breathing shakily)
John? What the?
(Rose breathing shakily)
(intense music) (Rose screaming)
(items rustling)
- Got it. Got it.
(door closes)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(switch clicking)
Goddamn electricity.
(footsteps thudding)
What the fuck?
Rose?
(floor creaking)
Rose?
(John sighing)
(floor creaking)
(John breathing shakily)
(John breathing uneasily)
- What the fuck?
(intense music)
Oh, oh fuck!
Oh my God. (gasping)
Oh my God.
(John breathing heavily)
(flashlight clattering)
(panting) Oh my God.
You fuck! (body thudding)
(John groaning)
Oh, God.
Oh, shit. (Boogeyman breathing heavily)
Oh, God. (gasping)
(Boogeyman growls and snarls)
(John gasping) (lights buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(John breathing shakily)
I, I knew it. (whimpering)
It happened again.
This is gonna prove everything. (laughs)
They're gonna see.
They're all gonna see. (siren wailing)
(cruiser approaching) (knocking)
- [Lahey] John Conroy?
This is Detective Lahey - So, were in the middle
of it, aren't we? - with the Philadelphia
Police Department. - She was a sinner.
- We're currently investigating a missing female.
This address has been - He came for you.
- [Lahey] reported as her last known location.
(John laughing) We need to...
- He came for you. (Lahey chattering)
So that's what happens if you're a sinner, Rose.
That's what happens when you're a sinner.
And then in the middle of the night,
he's gonna come for you.
(door clattering) Get ya.
(pounding on door) Perhaps right all along,
- Clear! - wasn't I, Rose?
- [Officer] Clear! (pounding on door)
- Well, Rose? Do you hear that, Rose?
- [Officer] Oh my God!
- We do not turn the camera off.
Sad, isn't it?
You didn't believe this silly shit, did you?
- You sick motherfucker! Drop her!
- Don't, don't you see?
It happened again.
The Boogeyman is real.
And it came for her in the night.
In the middle of the night, it came for her
'cause she was a sinner! (laughs)
Aren't you, Rose? Aye, aren't you a sinner?
- His was the hardest piece together accurately.
It usually resulted in him going off track on these rants
about his sinning and, well,
I'll just say it was hard to keep him focused.
Can you imagine how hard it was
to pry the camera away from him?
He can't even hold a steady conversation.
(eerie music)
- Then how do we know if he even has his story straight?
How do we know if any of them
are leaving out important details?
- Well, for track records, a little bit harder to fabricate.
We have the references for it.
I mean, as far as events themselves,
if we are talking about generalized psychosis,
shouldn't really matter.
- My gut tells me something must have happened
he's leaving out.
Who's to say this delusional obsession
with the sinning and wicked hasn't always been there?
So many people go undiagnosed for so long.
This could just be his first recorded disturbance.
- Exactly, someone with his background
probably had a breakdown at some point, but he didn't.
That's what's so crazy about all of these cases,
is that there's no common thread.
Then enter, (folder rustling)
Shawn Kendall.
You'll see that this affliction goes beyond
a simple diagnosis of schizophrenia.
It exists in a broad spectrum of generalized psychosis.
(patients chattering) (Shawn grunts and whimpers)
- What for? (whooshing)
Where the fuck is it? (exhales)
- Where are you going in such a hurry?
- Have you seen my keys? - No, I haven't.
You haven't answered my question.
(drawer closes) - I'm going out, mom.
What do I need a fucking release form or something?
- Excuse me? - Mom!
- One month.
- I'm not fucking using.
- Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't keep track.
- Okay, well, if your memory is so fucking pristine,
then maybe you can tell me where I left my keys.
- And back round we come to my original question.
- (scoffs) Which was what again?
- Huh. The one you refuse to answer.
You know the rules.
- I'm just going out to help Mary Beth
move a couch or something.
- Where does she live? - I don't know.
Forest Grove somewhere.
What do you want fucking longitude and latitude?
Ah, fuck! I'm so fucking frustrated! (breathes heavily)
(tense music)
Look, mom, I'm trying really hard. Okay?
I completed the program, right? I'm clean.
I've been a good boy.
- That doesn't mean you don't have
to earn back your privileges. (Shawn sighing)
You did that to yourself. - Mm, I know, mom!
Okay, but can I please just go see Ann Beth?
Oh, shit! (keys jangling)
- Thought it was Mary Beth. - I know, right?
That's what I meant to say. But I gotta go, okay?
I'll be back. - Shawn.
- I know, I know. Curfew is 10.
- Shawn. - I, I promise, okay?
- You be good.
You know what happens to little boys
who disobey their mothers?
The Boogeyman gets 'em.
(suspenseful music)
- Word.
(switch clicking) (tape player clacking)
(button clicking) - Your mom sounds rough, bro.
(upbeat rock music)
- Yeah, no shit.
You know, you'd think that she would quit her bitching
after I completed the program,
'cause I completed the entire fucking 90 days.
You know? And she's still acting like I'm some bad person.
Like I'm gonna go get in trouble.
Like I'm shaking babies and beating ladies and shit.
No. I just like to smoke a little bit of dope.
You know, little crack every day.
♪ I'm drinking ♪
- So fuck her and fuck Sunnybrook Rehabilitation Center.
You know what I'm saying? - Yeah, man.
That fucking place is crazy.
I saw this one dude in there have a seizure
from drinking mouthwash he'd managed to sneak in.
- Huh, right? - Some of those people,
fucking hand sanitizer and shit. (chuckles)
♪ And I'm drinking ♪
- What about hand sanitizer?
- Fuck, bro, you cannot be letting
some of them drunks around hand sanitizer.
- Really? - Yes.
- Like a hand sanitizer? Hand sanitizer?
I never heard no one drinking hand sanitizer.
- (exhales) You get fucked up on some hand sanitizer.
Just mix it with little juice concentrate.
- Juice concentrate and the hand sanitizer?
- Yeah. I mean, it's pretty smart if you think about it.
Like 'cause no one's usually looking out
for hand sanitizer,
so it flies under the radar and it's cheap.
Hell, a 40 proof bottle of vodka is like 10 bucks
and a hundred proof bottle of hand sanitizer is two.
- Word. Hand sanitizer.
- It's simple economics, really. (chuckles)
(Shawn inhaling)
(door closes)
(insects chittering) (bag crinkling)
(Shawn sighing)
(suspenseful music) - Geez.
- Dammit, Shawn, what are you doing?
- What? You said at 10 o'clock.
It's, it's not, it's not, it's not even 9:45.
- It's late, Shawn. Some people sleep at a decent hour.
Why are you sweating? - What?
- You look like you ran a marathon.
If you're using again, I swear to God.
- No, no, mom, I'm sorry, I'm just...
- What's in the bag?
- It's just, it's stuff from the store.
It's like juice and smokes (bag crinkling)
and like some hand sanitizer and shit.
- Hand sanitizer? - Yeah.
You're always bitching at me to clean up this place.
So that's what I'm doing.
Can I just take a shower, please?
(bag crinkling) - Just keep it down.
And I don't want you to make it a habit
of staying out at all hours of the night.
- It's not even 10 o'clock, mom.
- And turn out the lights when you're done.
(tense music)
(bag crinkling)
(Shawn sighs) (light clicks)
(faucet running) (Shawn exhaling)
(bottle shaking)
(door closes)
- Huh. (exhales)
(gasps) Ooh-wa.
(sniffs) Shit.
(upbeat rock music)
♪ I'm not thinking ♪
(Shawn gasping)
(eerie music) (distorted voices)
(eerie music continues)
- I did the whole 90-day program
and I, so I didn't fuck up once.
So, you know, this is my one fuck up.
Okay? Sorry.
You know, I, I've been really,
I was home at 9:45 again.
You know, you don't have to send the Boogeyman out after me.
(door opens) (suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
Ooh!
Ooh, shit.
(breathes shakily) Oh, shit. (distorted voice)
Oh, shit. Ah.
- What on earth do you think you're doing?
- Hey, mom. Um, can I go outside and have a cigarette?
- What time is it? - I don't know.
I just really need a smoke.
Thank you. (door closes)
(lighter clicking) (Shawn breathing shakily)
(insects chittering)
(Boogeyman whooshing)
(suspenseful music)
(Shawn breathing shakily)
Oh, fuck. (lighter clicking)
Mm. Mm.
Mm! (breathes heavily)
(Shawn moaning)
(child laughing) (ball rolling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(ball bouncing)
(intense music) (Shawn gasping)
Oh, shit! Oh! (gasping)
(door slams) Oh! (whimpers)
(intense music continues)
(Shawn whimpering)
- What the hell are you doing?
- (panting) Um, I...
Huh, nothing.
- I said you could have a cigarette, not cause a ruckus!
- I fell. Sorry.
I'm gonna go to bed. Okay?
- (exhales) And I don't wanna hear another noise. Dammit.
(footsteps stomping) (Shawn breathes heavily)
(suspenseful music continues)
(faucet running) (Shawn moans and slurps)
Oh, shit. (groaning)
Shit, really fucked up.
Jesus. Shit. (breathes shakily)
(Boogeyman whooshing) (gasps) Ah, fuck!
(suspenseful music)
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
(Boogeyman growling) (Shawn screaming)
Ah, ah, no!
Shit, oh!
(Boogeyman growling) (Shawn laughing)
Mm. Can't get out now, motherfucker, can you?
(intense music) (pounds on door)
(Shawn breathes shakily)
(suspenseful music)
(Boogeyman breathing heavily)
(intense music) (Shawn gasping)
(Shawn groaning)
(foot kicking)
(whimpering) No, oh! What?
(intense music continues)
(footsteps running)
(Boogeyman growling) (door slams)
(intense music continues)
(pan clacking)
(door opens)
(Shawn panting)
Hold on.
(suspenseful music)
Oh, jeez.
(door slams)
Fuck.
(pan clacks)
Fuck.
(items clattering)
Fuck.
(plastic crinkling)
(items clattering)
(intense music)
Okay. (breathes heavily)
Ah, shit! - Shawn, what is going on
down here? - Go to bed, mom.
- You better not be- - Mom, I said go to bed!
(Shawn panting) (Rosalie sighs)
(suspenseful music)
All right. You wanna play?
(floor creaking) (Shawn gasping)
(furniture scraping)
Oh!
Fuck is it? Fuck, fuck! (grunting)
(pan clacking) (coat stand banging)
Ah! (panting)
(Boogeyman whooshing)
Shit.
(Shawn breathing heavily)
(Shawn panting) (door slams)
No! Mom!
(hand pounding) Mom, wake up!
Mom, open the door! Mom!
- Shawn, what are you doing? (door thumping)
- Mom! - Stop!
- Mom, open the door!
Mom, goddammit! - Stop it!
- Listen to me! There's someone in there with you!
Mom! - Stop!
You're scaring me! - Mom, goddammit!
Would you just listen to me?
- You get outta here, Shawn, now!
What's wrong with you? (door clattering)
- Ah, dammit!
- (whimpers) Shawn?
(Boogeyman growling) (suspenseful music)
(Shawn breathing heavily) (pump clacks)
(Shawn panting)
- Mom, stand back! (panting)
(gun fires) Oh!
(intense music continues) (Rosalie coughing)
(Boogeyman bellowing)
(gun fires)
(gasps) Oh, fuck!
Oh, mom! Shit, mom!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, mom, mom, mom!
Fuck! Fuck!
Goddammit! Fuck!
(Shawn grunting and panting)
Fuck! Fuck! (panting)
(suspenseful music)
(gun pump clacks)
(Shawn panting)
(gun fires)
(Shawn breathing heavily)
(Shawn panting)
(intense music) (Shawn gasping)
(gun firing)
(footsteps running) (Boogeyman growling)
(Shawn panting) (heart beating)
(gun fires) What?
Fuck. (panting)
Okay. (panting)
Oh, fuck!
(intense music)
(trigger clicking) (Shawn whimpering)
(intense music continues)
It was here! He was here!
He was here! I shot him!
I shot him five, I shot him five times!
I shot him five times! (laughs)
(sirens wailing)
(soft dramatic music)
(pen scratching)
(clock ticking) (folder rustling)
Oh! (breathes heavily)
Look, I know it sounds crazy. All right?
But you have to believe me.
That's exactly how it happened.
- Right, so all of this,
this all happened before or after you smoked crack
and drink hand sanitizer?
- Hmm.
After. (whooshing)
(patients chattering) (Shawn breathes angrily)
(eerie music)
- After a month of detox, Shawn Kendall regained
a complete control of his faculties.
Except he still hung on to the delusion
that the Boogeyman was in his closet.
(soft dramatic music)
- Curious.
- I know, indeed.
(folders rustling) Oh.
- (exhales) Well, Dr. Moon,
you're a resilient woman, but I respect you for it.
Thank you so much for today.
Ah, this place is, ooh, truly fascinating
and I feel like I can make a difference here.
- I'd hoped you'd say that.
Well, ah, Dr. Patterson will be here on Wednesday
to oversee all of your introductions with the patients.
Um, welcome aboard, Dr. Makenzie.
- Thank you, Dr. Moon. - Oh, please.
It's just Gabby. - Gabby.
- Mm-hmm. Well look, it's a Sunday.
You should be with your family.
I'm just gonna give you a gold star just for showing up.
- (chuckles) Well, I do take my work very seriously.
- I can see that.
I look forward to reading some of your reports
on our more eccentric patients.
Here, I'll see you out. - Okay.
Today was extraordinary.
- I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Dr. Patterson will be here on Wednesday.
- Okay? - You're gonna be just fine.
- Good. - Oh, actually
forgot my coat. - Oh.
(suspenseful music)
(dial pad clicking) Okay.
Whew.
(phone ringing)
(footsteps pattering)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
Dr. Moon?
(suspenseful music continues)
Dr. Moon?
- It's only a game, Dr. Makenzie.
(Tristian gasping)
- It was so nice meeting you, Dr. Moon. Huh.
I really think I can make a difference here.
I, I can't wait to meet all the patients.
(whimpers) I think I can help.
Honey, I got the job. I got the job.
(whimpers) I got the job.
I got, we start work on my new job on Sunday.
It's Sunday, it's a Sunday. It's a Sun...
(eerie music)
(upbeat rock music)
♪ Someone is dying ♪
♪ Oh go fetch a priest ♪
♪ Dusty martyr ♪
♪ Stigmata lost ♪
♪ Hiccups ♪
(upbeat rock music continues)