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Come on, Peter.

Wake up. Peter. Wake up.

Here's your suit.

Do you know if your sister
slept in her room last night?

I don't know.

Come on, Peter. Get up.

Oh, Charlie.
For God's sake, come on!

It was freezing last night!

That's how you get pneumonia.

That's okay.

Okay, come on.
Let's go. We're late.

Your mother's
in the car already.

Um...

It's heartening to see so many
strange new faces here today.

Um, I know my mom
would be very touched

and probably a little
suspicious...

um, to see this turnout. So.

My mother was a very secretive
and private woman.

She had private rituals,

private friends,
private anxieties.

It honestly feels
like a betrayal

just to be standing here
talking about her.

She was a very difficult woman
to read.

If you ever thought you knew
what was going on with her,

and God forbid
you tried to confront that.

But when her life
was unpolluted,

she could be
the sweetest, warmest,

most loving person
in the world.

She was also
incredibly stubborn,

which maybe, explains me.

You could always count on her
to always have the answer.

And if she ever was mistaken,

and well,
that was your opinion...

And you were wrong.

There aren't nuts in that?

- No.
- Good.

Does that have nuts? 'Cause
we don't have the EpiPen.

I know.

Hello, Rexy! Good dog.

Shoes off, everybody.

Charlie, shoes off.

It does feel weird.

Yeah.

Should I be sadder?

You should be
whatever you are. It'll come.

Hey, how's it going?

Mmm, just working.

Taking a break
from avoiding the show.

So, you still toiling away
at the hospice?

Yeah, between this
and the, uh, preschool.

So what's our deadline now?
Seven months?

- Six and a half.
- Ooh, coming up.

Any ideas for titles?

Come in.

Hey...

- Goodnight, kiddo.
- Goodnight.

Are you, uh... Are you feeling
okay about everything?

Yeah. Fine.

A little sad?

Mmm...

Yeah, I get it. I know.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

Love you.

Who's this?

That's Grandma?

You know
you were her favorite, right?

Even when
you were a little baby,

she wouldn't let me feed you

because she needed
to feed you.

Drove me crazy.

She wanted me to be a boy.

You know, I was a tomboy
when I was growing up.

I hated dresses
and dolls and pink.

Who's gonna take care of me?

Um, excuse me.

You don't think
I'm gonna take care of you?

But when you die.

Well, then...

Dad will take care of you.

Or Peter.

You never cried as a baby.

You know that?

Even when you were born.

Did you feel
like you wanted to cry today?

You think it might feel
like a relief?

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Mom?

I just scared myself
in the workshop.

With... With what?

No.

Are you done?

Almost.

So, maybe we finish the toy
after the quiz.

What do you think?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, my God! What was that?

So, if we go by the rule

that the hero is undone
by his fatal flaw,

what is Heracles' flaw?

Arrogance.

Okay. Why?

Because he literally refuses
to look at all the signs

that are literally handed
to him the entire play.

Okay, interesting.

So he thinks he has control.

But let's all remember,

Sophocles wrote the oracle
so that it was unconditional,

meaning, Heracles never had
any choice, right?

So does that make it
more tragic or less tragic

that if he has a choice?

- Less.
- Okay.

- Why?
- Because.

Care to weigh in, Peter?

Um, about which part?

I think it's more tragic

because if it's all
just inevitable,

then that means that
the characters had no hope.

They never had hope

because they're all just,
like, hopeless.

They're all like pawns

in this horrible,
hopeless machine.

- Hello!
- Hi!

Did you go up
in my mom's room?

No.

Mmm. Door was open.

Hello?

Sorry. I know it's irrational.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

Hey, Dad. It's the cemetery.

About what?

Let me see.

Hello? Yes.

What does that mean?

Desecrated?

But it's only been a week.

Yes, okay, yes. Sure.

All right. I understand.
Yes...

Uh, why don't I call you back?
Yes. Goodbye.

What was it?

Uh, just some billing crap.

Okay, well, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna go see a movie.

Okay.

He would say,

"I'm a burden, I'm a burden,
I'm a burden."

And I would tell him, "No, no."

But yes, he was a burden.

Now we've set aside
some time for any newcomers

who might like to speak.

So, anyone.

If it's your first
or second time with us,

the floor is open.

Yes. Would you like to...

Maybe not.

Okay. No pressure.

My name's Annie.

Hi, Annie.

My mom died a week ago.

So I'm just here
for trying it.

I have a lot of resistance
to things like this,

but I came to these
a couple years ago.

Well, I was forced to come
and I guess it, um...

I guess it helped. So, um...

My mom was old and she wasn't
all together there at the end.

And we were pretty much
estranged before that,

so it really wasn't
a huge blow.

But I did love her.

And she didn't have
an easy life.

She had DID, which became
extreme at the end.

And dementia.

And my father died when I was
a baby from starvation,

um, because he had
psychotic depression

and he starved himself,

which I'm sure was just
as pleasant as it sounds.

And then there's my brother.

My older brother
had schizophrenia

and when he was 16

he hanged himself
in my mother's bedroom

and of course
the suicide note blamed her

accusing her of putting people
inside him. So.

That was my mom's life.

And then she lived
in our house

at the end before hospice.

We weren't even talking
before that.

I mean, we were
and then we weren't.

And then we were.

She's completely manipulative.

Until my husband finally
enforced a no-contact rule,

which lasted until I got
pregnant with my daughter.

I didn't let her
anywhere near me

when I had my first, my son,

which is why I gave her
my daughter,

who she immediately
stabbed her hooks into.

And I just...
I felt guilty again.

I felt guilty again.

When she got sick,

not that she was really even
my mom at the end,

and not that she would ever
feel guilty about anything.

And I just don't want to put
any more stress on my family.

I'm not even really sure
if they could...

Could give me that support.

And I just...
I just feel like...

I just sometimes
feel like it's all ruined.

And then I realize
that I am to blame.

Or not that I'm to blame,

but I am blamed! I'm...

And what do you think
you feel blamed for?

I don't know.

Hey, what's going on in town

anyway, Mister?
A convention or something?

What?

Well, those clothes
you're wearing.

I talked to a guy this morning

who was wearing
the same kind of outfit.

Maybe it's the guy
you're looking for, huh?

You spoke to him?

What did he tell you?
Where did he go?

Hey, what's the matter
with you?

Hey, take your hands off me.

You will tell me
what he said to you!

Well why should I?

Hey, who do you think
you are anyway?

He came in
with the dog tags!

Wanted to know
about the address

and I told him how to find it.

Where?

Hey, um, do you think
I could maybe borrow

one of the cars tonight?

Why? Where are you going?

Oh, just like
a school barbecue thing.

Oh, so you're not eating
with us?

No, I was still gonna
eat here.

Well, you can eat there
if you want. I just didn't...

No, no, no. I'm gonna
eat here. I just, I...

Just be going to hang out.

No drinking?

We're not even old enough
to get drinks if we wanted to.

Well, that's a crock. I'm just
asking if you're drinking.

Well, I just answered no.

You gonna take your sister?

Uh... Does she want to go?

Have you asked her?

Charlie?

Charlie!

I mean, what are you doing?
Leaving the house barefoot?

Are you some kind of idiot?

You can't roam around
with no shoes and no coat.

- I want Grandma.
- Oh.

Oh, what?
You're angry with me now?

You are going to this...
Hey, socks off.

You're going to this party
with your brother.

What party?

Some school hangout
with other kids.

That's okay.

No, it's not okay.
You're going.

- Why?
- Because it'll be fun.

Because you'll get to hang out
with other kids.

- With who?
- With your...

With your brother.
With other kids.

- Fine.
- Good. You're going.

- She's going with you.
- Great.

Now this really means
no drinking.

Yeah, I really wasn't
going to.

Whoa. Hi.

Oh. Hi.

How's the party?

Why? You wanna know
if you should come?

Uh, yeah. What do ya think?

Either way.

Hey, do you happen
to smoke at all?

I have really good weed.

- The other room has a bong.
- Sick.

Do you wanna wait out here
for a second?

- No.
- Charlie, please, just...

It'll be two minutes
and then we can hang out.

You can draw.
Please, Charlie. I'm...

Oh, shit, look. They're
giving out chocolate cake.

Not to everyone.

Yes to everyone. It's a party.

- I don't know anyone.
- Nobody does.

Just walk over and stand there
and they'll give you a piece.

Hurry up. They're gonna
run out. Come on, Charlie.

Hey, guys. Peter has weed.

That was your sister downstairs?

Yeah. Charlie.

Is your sister hot?

I actually saw her
drawing me last week.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. She made me
look retarded.

Yeah. That's Charlie.

Peter?

Charlie.

What's up?

Are you okay?

It's hard to breathe.

What do you mean?

I think my throat's
getting bigger.

It's okay, Charlie.
We're almost at the hospital, okay?

Charlie!

You okay.

Okay.

Okay, good. They're home.

Good.

I'm running out
for some balsam wood.

You want anything?

I'm good, sweetheart.
Drive safe.

Okay. Back in 20.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, no. I can't, I can't...

I just want to die!

Oh, God. It hurts too much!

I just need to die!

Charlie!

Oh, God.

Oh, Charlie!

Hey, are you guys friends
with Becky on Facebook?

You're friends with Becky?

I said "Facebook friends."

But seriously,
you see her statuses, bro?

Oh, my God, dude, I know.

- Like, every ten seconds.
- For real.

Oh, dude, what about, uh,
fucking... Let me hit that.

- Brian?
- Brian and his girlfriend.

He calls her something...

He calls her something really
goofy, dude. What does he...

Oh, he calls her princess.

Who fucking calls
their girlfriend "princess"?

What the fuck?

Dude, he's like,

"I'm picking up
my princess from the airport.

Fucking eating cous...
What the fuck.

It's couscous.

Couscous. I don't give a shit,
"...with my princess."

You hit that shit?

Who's his girlfriend?

Some, uh, some fucking
stupid college chick.

Oh, damn.

I wanna fucking stupid
college princess, bro.

Yeah.

Oh, hey dude.
Dude, dude, dude.

Are you... Are you all right?

I think I'm having a...
Like a reaction.

My throat is...

I think my throat
is getting bigger.

Dude, it's just it's...
It's just weed.

Chill, man. It's all right.

Just hold my hand. Hold on.

Uh, I'm so sorry
to chase you down.

Uh, were you not
coming in, or...

I... No, I just, um...
I forgot something.

Oh, okay, sorry.
Sorry, I just...

I recognized you
from a few months ago.

Oh, God.
I feel very silly. I'm Joan.

Hi.

Are you doing better?

- What?
- After your mother?

What? No, no. That's not...

My, um...
My daughter was killed.

Oh. I'm...

I'm so, so sorry.

Oh, would you like to
come in with me?

Or we could even
just have a coffee.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Really, I, um...

I can't...
I really did forget something.

My son died.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

How old was yours?

Thirteen.

God. That's awful.

My son and my grandson
drowned four months ago.

The little one was seven.

Oh, my God!

I've been coming here
for a couple of months now.

And it has helped.

It doesn't
make it easier obviously,

but sometimes
it makes it less lonely.

Okay.

And now I'm about to
embarrass myself but, uh,

if you need someone
to talk to...

'Cause we all do.

If you need it.

Okay.

Thank you. Really.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm going to bed.
- Where were you?

At the movies.
Gonna go to bed.

Okay. I'll come up with you.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

No you won't.
You're taking the blanket.

I can't sleep.

It's freezing out there.

Well, the heater's up there.

Okay.

Is that okay?

If it gets too cold,
come back in.

I just need to sleep.

Shit.

Oh, Annie. You came.

It's a little earlier
than we said.

Ah, you're perfect.
Come in. Come in.

Uh, your welcome mat.

Ah! It's kind of cute, huh?

Yeah. My mother used to
embroider ones just like that.

Did she really?
Isn't that funny?

Please come in. Sit.

First there's the...

The smell of something wrong.

And then the body.

Covered in black blood,
like tar.

And her head wasn't there
so I couldn't see her face.

But they were gone.

And her hands,
and her little finger nails.

How is your relationship
with your son?

- Peter?
- Hmm.

Oh, God. Um...

Okay, I sleepwalk.

I mean, I haven't done it
in years, but, um...

A couple years ago,
I woke up

and I was standing
next to Peter in Charlie's bed

when they shared a room.

And they were

completely covered
in paint thinner.

And so was I.

From head to toe.

And I was standing there
with a box of matches

and an empty can
of paint thinner.

And I woke myself up
striking the match,

which also woke Peter up,
and he started to scream.

And I immediately put
the match out.

Like, immediately.

I mean, I was just
as shocked as he was.

And it was impossible
to convince them

that it was just sleepwalking,

which of course it was, but...

The timing was awful.

Peter and I had gotten into
this stupid quarreling phase,

just forever arguing
about nothing, such...

Frivolous stuff.

And Peter always held it
against me.

And there was nothing
I can say

and nothing I can do

because it happened.

While I was asleep.

Hey! That was quick.

Did you bike all the way here?

Um, no. Actually my friend
drove me home.

Oh, uh, by the way,
Peter, have you, um...

Have you signed up for that,
uh, SAT prep course?

I'll do it tomorrow.

Yeah, you know what,
you gotta do that

because it's coming up.

Jesus Christ, Annie.

You're not planning on letting
him see that, are you?

- Who?
- Peter.

How do you think he's gonna
feel when he sees that?

What? It's not about him.

Oh, no?

No. It's a neutral view
of the accident.

Are you, uh, are you
coming down to dinner?

I'm making dinner.

No, I made the dinner.
I came to get you.

Come, stay, whatever you want.
I don't really give a shit.

This is really good, Dad.

Thanks, buddy.

You okay, Mom?

What?

Is there something
on your mind?

Is there something
on your mind?

It just seems like there might
be something you wanna say.

- Peter...
- Like what?

I mean, why would I wanna
say something

so I can watch you
sneer at me.

Sneer at you?
I don't ever sneer at you.

Oh, sweetie.
You don't have to.

You get your point across.

Okay, so fine. Then say
what you wanna say then.

Peter.

I don't wanna say anything.
I've tried saying things.

Okay, so try again.
Release yourself.

Oh, release you, you mean.

Yeah, fine. Release me.
Just say it.

Just fucking say it!

Don't you swear at me,
you little shit!

Don't you ever
raise your voice at me!

I am your mother!

Do you understand?

All I do is worry and slave
and defend you.

And all I get back is that
fucking face on your face.

So full of disdain
and resentment

and always so annoyed.

Well, now your sister is dead.

And I know you miss her,
and I know it was an accident

and I know you're in pain.

And I wish I could take that
away for you.

I wish I could shield you
from the knowledge

that you did what you did,
but your sister is dead!

She's gone forever!

And what a waste.

If it could have maybe brought
us together or something.

If you could have just said,
"I'm sorry",

or faced up to what happened.

Maybe then we could do
something with this.

But you can't take
responsibility for anything!

So now I can't accept...

And I can't forgive because...

Because nobody admits
anything they've done!

What about you, Mom?

She didn't wanna go
to the party.

So why was she there?

All right.
We're stopping this right now.

That's it.

I said stop right now.

Fine!

Fine.

Joan?

Oh! Annie!

- Hey.
- Oh!

- Annie!
- Hi!

Oh, my!

How are you?

- Oh, Annie! I'm...
- Are you okay?

I'm... I am, yes.
I'm really good.

- I'm really, really...
- Okay.

Something's...
Something happened, Annie,

and I feel completely
turned around.

What happened?

I don't even know
if I should say.

What do you mean?

You're gonna think I am crazy!

No, not at all.

Oh. Okay.

All right, come on.

I met a spiritual medium.

They were performing
an open séance.

I know, I know
what you're thinking,

but they asked me to attend.

They were bringing skeptics
in and scientists.

So I went, fully skeptical.

And what I experienced there,
Annie, was truly...

Open séance...

They brought in the spirit of
a man from the 19th century.

And no, no, not in a kind of
smoke and mirrors way, no.

And the man sitting
next to me

was a completely
cynical neurologist

and he looked permanently
changed by the end of it.

No, I... I... I know
what you're thinking. I do.

But I... I approached
the medium afterwards

and I asked her about my son
and my grandson

and she came to my apartment
and she...

She ended up performing...

Well... She conjured
my grandson.

No, no, no, I know, I know
what that smile is. I know.

Annie, Annie...
I wouldn't believe it either,

I didn't believe it,

but I heard his voice.

I felt his presence
in the room.

Annie, this is real.

What are you doing right now?

I'm just here shopping.

Do you wanna come over?

Oh, Annie. Please, Annie.
I really think you should.

It would be everything
if you came.

Nice mood setter.

Okay.

I'm going to put my hand
on the glass,

but I'm not going to
add pressure.

You do the same.

All right.

Louis...

Louis, are you here?
It's Grandma.

Louis, if you are here
with us,

please just try
and slide the glass.

Louis, if you're here...

Hi, Louis!

- Hi, Louis!
- How did you do that?

Louis, I'm going to ask you
some questions. Okay, sweetie?

If the answer is yes,
slide the glass to the right.

If it's no,

slide it the other way,
to the left.

Do you understand?

Louis, are you okay?

Are you in pain?

- Oh, my God!
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Louis, I brought your chalkboard.

Remember your chalkboard?

Can you write something?

Oh, Louis!
I love you, sweetheart!

I'm sorry. Could we stop?

What?

I'm sorry. Please...

Louis, we're going to stop
for a second,

but I'll be right back.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry, I'm just...
I really...

I understand, I understand.

That's exactly how I reacted
the first time.

I have to go. Okay.
I'm... I'm sorry. Thank you.

- No, no. It's okay. It's okay.
- Thank you. Yeah.

I know. I know, honey.

If you want to try this
on your own...

- God...
- It's okay. It's okay.

First light the candle,

then choose an item that
belonged to your daughter.

That will be your link.
Mine was the chalkboard.

That's my link.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's okay. There you go.

Then when you're ready,

read this out loud,

every syllable, very carefully.

Sorry, why? What is it?

I don't know
what language it is.

The medium
had me read it first.

It's to make things start.

But remember,
your whole family...

Every member needs to be
in the house.

Your son, everyone.
Very important.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Deep breath.

You didn't kill her, Annie.

What?

She isn't gone.

Mom?
What are you doing?

What's going on?

You're sleepwalking.

I'm sorry. Is Charlie here?

Why are you scared of me?

What?

I never wanted
to be your mother.

Why?

I was scared.

I didn't feel like a mother.

But she pressured me.

Then why did you have me?

It wasn't my fault.
I tried to stop it.

How?

I tried to have a miscarriage.

How?

However I could.

I did everything they told me
not to do but it didn't work.

I'm happy it didn't work.

You tried to kill me.

No, I did not. I love you!

You tried to kill me!

- I love you!
- Why did you try to kill me?

I didn't!
I was trying to save you!

Why did you try to kill me?

Peter?

Peter, sweetheart? Wake up.

- What?
- It's okay. It's me.

I am so, so sorry
for everything.

- Please, please forgive me.
- It's okay.

I can't stand
the things I said.

It's okay. It's okay.

Can you get up, sweetheart?
We're gonna try something.

I was having a nightmare.

Oh, it's okay.
We can do something.

Do what?

I figured it out.
Come on, come on.

Steven. Baby. Steve, wake up.

- What?
- Come downstairs.

We're gonna try
something together.

Come on, come on.

Steve, come on. Let's go.

- Dad?
- It's okay.

Come on, come on!

Okay. So...

It's freezing in here.

Wait! No, no, no.
What are you doing? Wait!

I'm gonna close the window.

No, no.
We can't change anything.

I don't wanna mess it up.

Everyone needs to sit.
Come sit.

My friend Joan taught me
how to do this.

What friend Joan?

We need our palms on the table

and our fingers to touch.
Please.

What are we doing here, Annie?

Please. You'll see.

Please. Trust me.

All right, fine.

We can do it over here then.

Peter. Okay.

Okay, Steve. Come on.

I need you both
to concentrate.

On what?

Think about Charlie,
if you can.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Sweetheart, please, please.

I tried this 20 minutes ago

- and it worked.
- What worked?

I would not be bringing you
down here if it didn't.

Well, I just need to show you.

- Show what?
- Fuck! I'm a...

I'm a medium, okay?

I was
seeing apparitions earlier

and I just shook them off
and I shouldn't have.

Please, I know how it sounds,

but there's no way
to talk about it.

I just need to show you, okay?
Please, you'll see.

- I'm completely lucid.
- Peter, go to bed.

What! No, no, no!
Peter, please!

We need to do this
as a family.

This needs all our energies,
okay? Together.

All right, I'll stay.

Steve. Steve, please.

I really, really need you
to be open to this.

Please, please.
I promise... Both of you.

Please. I need you
to be open. Please.

Come on, Steve.
Come on, come on. I promise.

Okay.

Okay, good.

So, I read that earlier.

I don't think
I need to read that again.

What language is even that?

Try to concentrate.

Charlie?

Charlie, are you here?

Charlie, it's Mommy.

And Daddy and Peter.

Charlie, if you're
in this room with us,

I'm gonna have us all
touch the glass.

Don't add pressure.

Now if you're in here,
Charlie,

I want you to move
the glass for us.

Even if it's just a tiny bit.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, Annie!
- Even if it's just the tiniest

little movement.
Okay, Charlie?

Okay.

Shit. What the hell?

- What?
- You don't feel that?

What? Feel what?

Like, you don't feel
the air flexing?

Wow! Yes!

Thank you, Charlie!
That was so good!

Okay. Now, Charlie,
what I'd like for you to do

is I'd like for you to show
them what you did earlier.

Can you show them what
you just did for me before?

- Mom.
- She's gonna do it.

- That's enough!
- What! No, no, no!

Listen,
when I did this earlier,

this manifested on the page.
I saw it!

- I saw it!
- What is it?

- It's Charlie!
- Annie!

Charlie, did you want to draw
some more?

- You can keep going.
- Stop it! Stop it!

Okay, we need to keep
our fingers touching...

You are scaring him!

No, I am not!
Peter, Peter, listen...

Stop it!

Listen to me.
There is no need to be scared.

This is your sister.

Mom.

Charlie, what's wrong?

Hello?

- Mom?
- Mom? Mom?

I don't like this.

- Dad, I don't like this.
- What's happening?

- Please stop.
- Annie, please, stop this.

- What's going on?
- Please stop this.

- Please.
- Mom!

You're really freaking me out.
Please stop.

What's happening?
Why is everyone scared?

Dad, make it stop.

Why are you scaring me!

Make it stop! Make it stop!
Make it fucking stop!

- Make it stop!
- Where's Mom!

Stop it!
Stop it now! Please stop!

Mom? Peter?
Peter, I'm scared.

Dad, make it stop!

What the hell?
What are you doing?

What happened?

Our country has had
many ups and downs

economically speaking.

We've talked
about the struggles

during the 1800s
compared to the fall of 1929,

in an era that
become known appropriately

as the Great Depression.

For a decade we suffered
through many, many hardships.

In 1929, Wall Street had been
going so well

that when it finally crashed
because of the Great Boom,

it caused a huge decline
in the economy.

So much so
that it caused food lines.

This is where
the Federal Government has,

or still has...

Uh, uh. Yes, Peter?

Um, I'm sorry.
I have to go to the bathroom.

Um, of course. Take the pass.

As I was saying...

Hello?

Can you guess
who just called me from school

in complete hysterics?

- Charlie?
- What?

Uh, nothing. What happened?

Peter just called me, Annie,

terrified,
crying in the halls,

convinced
he's being threatened

by some vengeful spirit.

Why does he think
he's being threatened?

Listen to me, Annie.
I have a son to protect.

What does that mean?

It means that that's what
I'm worried about right now

and that's how...

Hey, don't talk to me
like this.

He's my son too...

Oh!

Do not hang up on me again.

I am not sleepwalking anymore.
Do you understand?

At the tone,

please record
your voice message.

When you are
finished recording,

you may hang up or press pound
for more options.

Annie, hi!

This is Patrick
at the Archer Gallery.

Um, I was just calling
first to see how you're doing,

how your family's doing.

We've all been thinking
about you

and just worrying about you

and hoping you're okay.

You guys have been in our
constant thoughts and prayers.

And then also, uh, we just
wanted to, well, to say first,

if you need us to postpone
the show or push the date,

it's obviously more than okay.

And if not, uh,
we just wanna call and see

if we could help
in any way or offer...

Oh, jeez. That smell.

Annie?
What's that smell?

What the fuck happened here?

I didn't feel like
looking at it anymore.

Charlie?

Peter?
Oh my God, Peter!

What's wrong, baby?
What's happening?

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

You were pulling on my head!

What? No I wasn't.
I just came in.

You were screaming.
What happened?

I saw Charlie in the corner

and then you started
trying to pull my head off!

Oh, Peter.
I would never do that to you.

Are you crazy? Please, baby.

What corner
did you see Charlie?

Peter, listen to me.

I don't know what's happening
or what you just saw,

but I am stopping this.

Do not tell Dad
what you just said to me.

Do not, okay?
Because it is not true.

Something is happening

and I'm the only one
who could stop it.

Do you understand?
I'm the only one

who can fix this.

Joan?

Joan, please.
I need to talk to you.

Joan, I really need
to ask you a question.

Joan!

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

I expel you!

Zantany!

Dagdany!

Aparagon!

Peter!

Get out!

Peter!

Oh, God.

...so everyone
feels justified.

Iphigenia's murder
was commanded by the gods.

So, really,
Agamemnon had no choice...

Peter.

Peter, what's wrong?

Peter, are you all right?

Can he breathe?

Peter,
what are you doing, man?

Call from West High School.

Hello.

Yes, it is.

Oh, thank God.

Wait, what? Oh my God!

What happened?
What happened to him?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh my God. Oh, no.
Oh, who did that?

He did it, apparently,
to himself.

Smashed his face
into his own desk.

Okay, Steve. Wait, wait.
Wait, Steve. Listen.

Take his feet.
Please, take his feet.

Steve, uh, upstairs...

In the attic when you were
gone, I went up there and I...

I just... I really need you

to go up there
and see what I saw.

There's a body.

Yeah. I mean,
I think it's my mother,

I think, but I can't tell
because the skin's all black

and she's all distended
but the head is gone.

Will you, please? I just need
you to go and see upstairs.

Please, Steve.

And then there's more.

You mean more than your
mother's headless body?

Of course there is.

- Jesus, fuck!
- Okay, there's more.

What the fuck was that?

Why didn't you
call the police?

The police can't help us.

Who the fuck is that up there?

Do you remember Joan,
my friend whose grandson died?

- She took me to her apartment.
- It did look like your mother.

Well, listen. She taught me
how to do the séance.

I didn't even want to, but she
brought her grandson back

and I saw it and felt it just
like you did with Charlie.

Now, look.
This is my mother's album.

Now look here. See this?

See her?
That's her. That's Joan.

She didn't even mention
knowing my mom

and I've never met her before,
but she approached me.

She consoled me.

She told me about this séance,
and she showed me how.

Now look at this.
See this symbol?

On the necklace
my mom gave me.

It's her necklace, right?
They're both wearing it,

and they're wearing it
in every photo.

And look at that pattern!
Did you see up there?

This was painted
above the body, right?

In blood!

You dug up the grave.
It was you, wasn't it?

What?

All those nights you were

pretending to go
to the movies.

You're not even listening!

And then the day
the cemetery called, I said,

"Oh, I won't tell her
because she'd be worried."

Oh, God damn it!
Listen to me, Steve!

I know you don't trust me

and there is nothing
I can do about that.

But they put a curse on us
when we brought Charlie back.

We made a pact with something.

Something that is
in this house.

I don't know what it is
but it is after Peter.

I watched these pages fill.

All of them are Peter!

I'm sorry.
I don't know what I did.

I don't know what I did
but Peter is in danger...

And I started it.

Now if we destroy this book,

it will take me too.

I tried to burn it. I tried.

But my arm caught on fire
on its own

as if I was linked to it
because I am linked to it.

I understand this now. Please!

If we don't destroy
this book...

Peter will...

Oh, God. Do you understand?

We have to do this. Please,
please, please, please.

For Peter.

I need you to trust me, Steve.

It needs to be me.
It's my fault.

It's my fault.
I know it's my fault. Please.

Please, I need you
to throw it in the fire.

Please, I just...
I can't do it.

I can't.
I'm just too fucking scared.

But if we don't do it...

If we don't do it,
it's gonna be Peter,

it's gonna be our son.
Okay, I know this. I know so.

Just, please, please,
please, please, please...

Steve, please.
Please understand, baby.

Please, please.
Please throw it in the fire.

Sweetheart, please.

Please take it, take it.
You gotta do it.

You gotta do it.

Okay. Thank you, thank you.

Okay, here. Okay.

Now listen to me.
Listen to me.

Oh! You are
the love of my life.

I love you, Steve.
I love you so, so much.

Oh, God, I love you so much.

And I love Peter so much.

Now please, just...

Please just throw it in.

I'm not gonna do this
with you anymore.

What? No, no, no!

No, no,
it's not helpful for you.

You are sick, Annie.

I need to call the police.

Oh, God!

Mom?

Dad?

Mom?

Dad?

Hello?

Mom?

Stop! Mom, please stop!

Mom, I'm sorry!
Okay, I'm sorry.

Mommy. Mommy, please.
I'm begging you.

I'm begging you to stop.

Mommy?

Just gotta wake up.

You just gotta wake up.
Come on. You're okay.

Just wake up. Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Oh, hey, hey, hey.
It's all right.

Charlie...

You're all right now.

You are Paimon,

one of the eight kings
of Hell.

We have looked
to the Northwest

and called you in.

We've corrected
your first female body

and give you now
this healthy male host.

We reject the Trinity and pray
devoutly to you, great Paimon.

Give us your knowledge
of all secret things.

Bring us honor, wealth,
and good familiars.

Bind all men to our will,

as we have bound ourselves
for now and ever to yours.

Hail, Paimon!

Hail, Paimon!

Hail, Paimon!

Hail!