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[clock ticking]

[phone ringing]

[eerie music plays]

[cicadas chirping]

I love you.

[Brian] I love you too.

[cicadas chirping]

[floorboard creaking]

[eerie music plays]

[door creaks]

[whimpering]

[birds chirping]

[eerie music plays]

[Wynne] I had a dream last night.

I was in a forest with giant trees

and magnificent things.

But I couldn't see any of it

because I was this little speck on the ground.

I don't know, like an ant or something.

And all I could see was the mud I was sitting in.

[crow caws]

That was it.

That's all there was.

-[door creaks] -[dogs barking]

[piano key dings]

[deep rumbling]

[Bob over the phone] Hello there.

-Did you-- did you make it okay? -[Wynne] Yes.

The key was right where you said it would be.

[Bob] Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't there

to greet you myself, show you around.

[Wynne] Oh, it's okay.

[Bob] Uh, does anyone ever call you Winnie?

[Wynne] No, not really.

[Bob] Oh, well then, okay.

I won't presume to call you that then.

How are you liking the house?

[Wynne] Oh, it's-- it's beautiful.

[Bob] Yeah. I thought you'd like it.

It's over 150 years old.

The house was originally an inn.

That's why there are so many doors.

-[Wynne] Oh, whoa. -[Bob] Yeah.

Listen, I-- I really do appreciate

you looking after the place for me.

I appreciate you letting me.

It's a gorgeous house.

[Bob] Well, you'll be, uh, perfectly safe there, Wynne.

Thank you.

[Bob] Yeah, I will personally

make sure of it.

I'm in the city,

but you can call me anytime.

Day or night. All right?

-Whenever. You hear me? -Will do.

[gentle music plays]

-[Wynne] I hate making the bed. -[Liam] I know.

But you have to make the bed to be able to get in it.

Actually, no, you don't.

[Wynne laughs]

[wind whistling]

[eerie music plays]

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

What?

-[phone ringing] -[gasps]

Hello?

-[Bob over the phone] Wynne? -Yes, hi.

[Bob] Everything okay?

You sound like you've seen a ghost.

Oh, no. Everything's fine.

[Bob] Well, if you see Betty,

tell her I said hi.

-Betty? -[Bob] The ghost.

Legend has it

she died mysteriously in the house,

and now she floats around and spooks everyone.

-Oh. [chuckles] -[Bob] [imitates ghosts]

[laughs] Anyhow, uh, I-- I was calling to let you know

that sometimes the power goes out,

and I wanted you to know how to use the generator.

Oh, yeah. I'd love to know that.

[Bob] Good.

[clock ticking]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? -[woman gags over phone]

[gagging]

[coughing]

[pensive music plays]

[Liam] No, no, no.

See, you want to stir it counter-clockwise.

Not clockwise.

That way you aren't wasting any time.

Wynne, look out!

[gentle music plays]

-[birds chirping] -[cicadas chirping]

[hisses] Ah!

Oof.

[phone vibrating]

What?

[eerie piano music plays]

[creaking]

[Emily over the phone] How are you?

[Wynne] I don't know.

I was hoping that being in a different place

would distract me, but it hasn't yet.

I'm worried I'll always feel this way.

[Emily] I know. But you won't.

You just need to allow yourself time to grieve.

How can I when it was my fault?

[Emily] It wasn't your fault.

No one thinks that.

I was driving.

[Emily] Do you remember that time

when we were kids and you made the Big Dipper house

out of cardboard?

Yeah.

Didn't have roof,

so I could look at the Big Dipper at night.

[Emily] You worked really hard on it.

Took you a long time.

Pillows, constellations drawn in crayons on the sides

and stuff.

A moon-shaped door.

[Emily] But you worked the hardest on that telescope.

We made everyone in the neighborhood

eat Pringles for a week for those cans.

[Emily] Yeah. It was an amazing telescope.

Even if it wasn't magnifying anything.

And then I broke it.

Ziggy ran out in front of my bike,

so I swerved and crashed my bike into it.

-And you broke your arm. -[Emily] Yeah.

And I ruined your creation.

It was an accident though.

[chuckles]

I see what you did there.

[Emily] You didn't get mad at me,

which is rare for a kid.

You were easy on me. So, be easy on yourself.

-Yeah. -[Emily] I'm sorry.

I-- I-- I gotta go.

-You know, I'm here for you. -I know.

[dogs barking in a distance]

[birds chirping]

[Wynne] I thought you were gone.

I'm right here.

So, have you, um,

-perfected the bouquet toss yet? -[giggles]

'Cause we all know that's the most important part

of the wedding day.

Uh, yeah, it absolutely is.

[gentle music plays]

-Liam! -[phone vibrates]

[Wynne screaming over the phone]

[Wynne over the phone] Liam!

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

♪ The sun goes down ♪

♪ Darkness be over me ♪

Liam?

♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪

[eerie music plays]

♪ Yet, in my dreams ♪

♪ I'd be nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer to thee ♪

♪ Still, all my song shall be ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer, my God, to thee ♪

♪ Nearer to thee ♪

[clattering]

Liam?

This...

this reminds me of the 1997 Chinese monster film,

Sunny Factory, where the hero gets himself

in this compromised situation,

not in a factory like the title would suggest.

[grunts]

Well, it's either Sunny Factory or Homer's

tale of Ulysses at sea with the sirens.

But I don't have any wax. You know what I mean?

What I'm trying to say is, I'm completely vulnerable here.

-Who are you? -Of course. Who am I?

Here I am just scared of this strange woman,

possibly a siren, interrupting my nightly dive

for copper wiring,

which retail costs way more

than I'm willing to spend.

Way more than I can even make.

I'm just a man of the land.

Why can't we all just live off the land?

And, of course, to get my fix

of mechanic fantasies here too...

when, in actuality, I'm just a guy

that's working on this old truck

for the past ten years with no real progress.

Just the thrill of driving her for five minutes

before tinkering again.

Have you ever had a truck set on fire

while you're driving down the road?

It's not even my truck.

Although, I have one of my own, I have been given permission.

So, I guess it's sort of like therapy,

but that sounds way too cliché.

[Wynne] If you don't tell me who you are,

I'm gonna call the police.

Carl?

Yeah, I know. His name is Carl.

When you picture a cop, you just picture a Carl

and we've got him.

He's on duty tonight. You should give him a call.

I don't know what he's been up to

since I last saw him.

Cody Mallard hit a deer, and the damn thing didn't die.

Sad, really.

Carl was already on the scene when I drove by...

they were just standing around this poor creature

panting for life.

The deer, not Carl.

Although he is known to break a sweat

just sitting in his car.

Luckily, I had my machete in the back of my truck,

which was really lucky because I had taken it out

only a few days prior to sharpen it.

But I still had to hack and hack and hack

at the deer's jugular

while it just jerked with every hack

and put her outta her misery.

I think Cody might've kept the head,

and I think Carl might've kept the body from me.

But who knows

if he even had the proper time to butcher it.

I mean, he was on call that night.

[cat meows]

Oh, that's Lucy. Sorry.

She's a cat, and I'm scaring you.

I should really make this very clear.

I am the one that should be scared here.

Why?

'Cause I don't know you.

I've been coming over here for years,

I grew up in this town, I know everyone in this town,

I helped put the extra support beams

up in this barn.

And I've never seen you before. You're the stranger.

I'm Chris.

I'm here because one, wiring,

two, the carburetor needs rebuilt,

and three,

because I need a tool...

to cut free...

a raccoon that was trapped in a badger trap.

Now, I'm not here to hurt you.

Which I realize is exactly what the killer says.

So, to show you that I'm gonna be leaving very soon.

I'm Wynne.

I'm watching the house for Bob.

Who?

-I'm Wynne. -Oh, Bob Morton. Yes.

I met him when everything happened.

A creepy dude.

Don't know much about him before that, though.

Jim was the one looking after this place

before he passed away.

No kid for Jim, so next of kin was Bob,

who I guess is some sort of distant cousin

or maybe his brother, I don't know.

Jim was a man of few words.

Good guy, but few words.

He loved this place though.

Bob just gets people to stay here.

Hey, you really scared me.

Fair enough, didn't know anyone was here,

but I take full blame.

And since I am here,

I'd prefer if you let me know when you're stopping by.

I can do that.

But you really should have had a weapon in your hands.

You're a woman alone in the country.

Why'd you even come out here?

I, um...

I thought I saw someone.

Was it Betty?

Because you have to know she isn't real.

She's just a gho-- Oh, it was me.

Duh. It was me. Of course.

But you thought it was someone else.

Death is hard.

It'll haunt you every day if you let it.

You learn to live in joy with it.

Found it.

[crows caw]

[clock ticking]

[suspenseful eerie music plays]

[lock clicking]

[cicadas chirping]

[humming]

[humming]

[voice assistant] I am sorry I didn't catch that.

If you want to dispose of a body,

here's the number for the local sanitation department.

No, no, no, no, no.

[smoke alarm ringing]

Come on. [grunts]

-[sighs in relief] -[phone ringing]

-Hello. -[Bob over the phone] Hey there.

Are you okay? Everything okay with you?

Yeah.

Just let my dinner

get a little too smokey.

And the-- the alarm went off.

[Bob] Oh. [laughs]

Oh, I love a good smoked brisket.

Yeah.

[Bob] Well, I'm just calling, you know,

see how you were settling in.

You know, it's a bummer

that those windows don't open, huh?

Yeah. [laughs]

Yeah, I'm settling in

-just fine. -[Bob] Good.

Um, so I found this picture

of a couple that I think used to live here.

Do you know where they live?

I thought I might send it to them.

[Bob] Oh, well,

there's been so many people that have come and gone.

I mean, I'd have to see it.

They say they want to experience farm life,

but then obviously it doesn't suit them

because they never stay too long.

Hmm.

-[Bob] Right? -Yeah.

[Bob] Okay.

[eerie music plays]

[Liam] Here, you drive.

[keys jangling]

Nice catch.

[phone ringing]

[eerie music plays]

It's all in the phone, Wynne. It's all in the phone.

[whimpering]

Oh, God. No.

[intense music plays]

[car horn honks]

[tense music plays]

[cicadas chirping]

-[sobbing] -[gentle piano music plays]

Don't believe everything you see.

I need you so badly.

Come here.

[sobbing]

[car honking]

-[Chris] Hey. -Hey.

What are you doing here?

The thing about small towns

is that there aren't very many roads.

I travel all the same places but don't have any patterns.

You know what I mean?

Why do people say that?

You don't know what I mean yet, it's just filler.

Anyway, the patterns are an important note

because it means I drive by this house

all times of the day.

Now, I don't need to have patterns

'cause my life and my days are spent how I want to

under crippling anxiety,

thinking about the universe and feeling like I have answers,

but then I don't,

and the cycle continues on and on like that.

Ah, patterns. They're everywhere.

-Unexplainable. -Chris.

Thales argued that everything came from water,

but nothing he ever said was written down.

Sure, Aristotle could have mentioned him,

but he could have misinterpreted what he meant.

That's not the point, the point is,

you've been here since October 11th,

and it took me until today to realize

you don't have a car.

Which means you're getting around

some other way.

But I thought about this.

Now, I'm not looking at the driveway

every minute of the day.

And it's perfectly feasible

that you could've got a Lyft or Uber or what have you,

left, and come back in a window I didn't drive by,

but you've got this sad girl, dark energy about you,

and my suspicion is that you're afraid of driving.

And the hypothesis took a while to arrive at

because at first, who-- who doesn't have a car?

Or perhaps your car is too run down

to make the trip from wherever you came from,

and the Uber, Lyft lifestyle is very prevalent.

But look, none of that matters.

The point is,

I don't know what you're eating or how,

because the only thing nearby is a gas station mart.

So, I'm here to take you to the store

because whatever's keeping you from the store

isn't going away anytime soon,

and I'm worried you're gonna die.

So...

to quote Mean Girls...

get in, loser, we're going shopping.

I thought I told you to tell me when you're stopping by.

I did. I honked.

All right. I'll be there.

-Do you ever-- -Not right now.

Driving is for listening to music.

[laughs]

[soft music plays]

There was a clown driving the ambulance. [laughs]

-What are you talking about? -What?

You didn't say anything before that.

-I didn't say anything out loud? -No.

Forget it, the joke takes too long to set up anyway.

Oh, by the way, I got you this

because I assume you didn't take my advice

and get yourself a weapon, which most people don't.

And though this may seem girly,

I assure you the pain that can inflict

is truly horrifying and long-lasting.

Don't play with it.

You didn't spray yourself, did you?

The video was called "Mace Face" and it got 17 views.

-A lot of views. -A lot of views.

[eerie music plays]

[phone ringing]

[Emily over the phone] I am so sorry.

That sounds horrible.

[Wynne] It just feels so real.

I mean, I can understand the nightmares,

but seeing all that stuff with Liam, I'm telling you.

[Emily] This has gotta be the PTSD.

It's like your brain is playing tricks on you.

But it's like he's actually here.

I mean, I know he's not, but it's just...

it's so real.

And the phone...

[Emily] What-- what-- what about the phone?

Nothing, I just...

[Emily] I wish I could be there to give you a hug.

Wynne, it's okay to have bad days.

You just need to get through the next five minutes.

I know. You're right.

[Emily] The nightmares and visions sound terrible.

But I believe you can get through this.

You're stronger than you think.

I'm just not trusting my judgment.

And my facial twitch is coming back and I just...

I'm not doing good.

[Emily] Uh, I'm sorry.

They're calling about my car. I have to take this.

I'll call you back. I love you so much.

[sighs]

What? What do you wanna show me?

[suspenseful music plays]

[phone ringing]

[Bob over the phone] Hey, listen, I'm sorry to bother you.

Oh, it's okay.

[Bob] All right, Wynne, listen,

it's a box marked "Taxes 1992."

I wish I could tell you where to look, but, uh,

all I know is it's down there.

Um, Wynne,

there's something else I need to tell you.

I knew that couple in the photo.

Brian and Jeanie.

It was a tragedy.

People believe he killed her and then killed himself,

but, you know, I knew the kid.

He wouldn't do that.

They were murdered.

Probably by some drifter.

I mean, I feel responsible

'cause I never fixed the lock on the back door.

Oh, it's okay, it's fixed now.

I'm so sorry I didn't tell you.

I just didn't want to scare you.

You're perfectly safe there, Wynne.

I mean, you don't need to be afraid.

It's always been a sleepy country town.

And it's gonna stay that way.

Sometimes life just throws you a curveball.

You know that?

Oh, here it is.

[Bob] Oh. [chuckles] Eureka.

I knew you'd find it.

-You wanted 1992? -[Bob] Yep. That's it.

That's the year they came after me.

Uh, well, I'm gonna need both hands to grab the box.

I gotta go.

[Bob] Okay. Well, listen, thanks.

Appreciate it.

You got it.

[water dripping]

[eerie music plays]

[cicadas chirping]

♪

[phone vibrating]

[phone vibrating]

[knocking on door]

-Hello? -[Chris] Hey.

-Chris? -[Chris] Yes.

What are you doing in the house?

[Chris] The back door was open, so I came in,

but I remembered to knock.

-From inside the house? -[Chris] Yes.

Did you just text me?

[Chris] No, I don't have a phone.

It studies you, it-- it listens to you,

I don't-- I don't trust it.

Plus, I listen to myself,

I wouldn't want to subject anything else to that.

Look, it's really weird talking through the door,

and I know you're probably upset about the knocking thing,

there's so many rules about the knocking.

I will knock on every door from now on.

Why do you have a gun?

[Chris] A gun? This is a Brown Bess, Wynne.

It's a musket, an authentic musket,

may I have you, from 1762.

We're going shooting today.

Come on.

[sighs]

-Oh, no. -What?

This is loose. It's fine. It's just cosmetic.

There's a tool in the basement that I can use to fix it.

That's the magical thing about this place.

Whatever you need is already here.

All right.

First things first.

What's that for?

Our targets. For multiple reasons.

One, tin cans are a cliché.

I would use pop cans because they're more accurate,

but it's just a lot to handle.

Two, we can draw on them.

And three...

I love milk, so I had a bunch of these lying around.

-What are we drawing? -[Chris] Your worst fears.

-Why? -[Chris] Just do it.

A spider? Really?

Okay. Lame. Whatever.

-I'm afraid of spiders. -I ate a spider once.

Come on, Wynne. Gimme something unique to you.

Try again.

[Chris humming]

You're afraid of diving boards?

No. Heights.

Oh, no.

What do you mean "Oh, no"?

You're just drawing and mentally googling

these average fears and drawing them on here.

Here.

I will draw it for you.

Draw what?

Fears don't go away on their own, Wynne.

You have to go to war with them.

A little close, don't you think?

[mockingly] "A little close." Listen.

The Brown Bess are notoriously bad shot.

Sure they taught soldiers to raise it up

and look down the barrel, but it was all for show.

The bullet just goes wherever it wants.

You know, they had trouble hitting a man within 50 feet?

Plus, it's super satisfying when you hit a milkie.

I wouldn't wanna deprive you of that.

All right.

There are ten steps

when it comes to firing a musket.

You must follow all ten

or else you just have a ten-pound club in your hands.

First, we level the fire-- Oh, whoa.

Sorry. No.

Safety first.

Take these.

There you go.

Put those on.

Good. All right. Now put these on.

-[laughs] -Put all these on.

It's a lot.

I feel fabulous.

The gun will be very loud.

You'll see a spark

and some flames come out of the touch hole.

Don't worry about that.

You'll probably be fine.

-Probably? -What?

Let me just-- let me just finish this.

The yelling was getting on my nerves.

Okay. Next, paper cartridge.

Contrary to popular belief,

only fueled and romanticized by TV and film...

they didn't typically use powder horns.

The soldiers anyway, they used these,

paper cartridge.

Lead bullet at the bottom,

approximately 100 grains of black powder, wrap it up.

Rolling these is a fun pastime of mine

when I'm...

watching Rick and Morty.

Where did you learn all this stuff?

Wynne.

[Chris sighs]

All right, so...

you cast your bow--

Or, excuse me, sorry,

you half cock.

Open your cartridge.

[indistinct]

Use some of the black powder to load the pan,

but not all of it.

Now you cast your bow...

charge with the bullet, the powder,

the paper, all of it, just dump it in there.

Draw your ramrod.

And you nail best like a sailor leaving for sea

and you don't know when you'll turn.

[Wynne chuckles]

-Like this? -Then...

you return your ramrod.

And we now have a fully loaded gun.

-[bird cawing] -That's right.

I know.

-Saying safety first. -[Wynne laughs]

All right.

Next step is gonna be

what makes it go live, so to speak.

Full cock.

[Chris exhales sharply]

Ready? Visors down.

Aim. Step back.

-Fiber. -[gunshot booms]

-Oh. -Now it's your turn.

Okay.

All right. Ready?

-Visors down. -Okay.

Aim. Fiber.

[gunshot booms]

[laughs] Whoa.

That was exhilarating.

-Feels good, doesn't it? -Yeah.

-Can we do it again? -Uh, yeah. All right.

-Perfect. -Okay.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -What?

You forgot to take the ramrod out.

Wynne, remember, you can't miss any steps.

-There are so many steps. -Yeah.

And imagine doing this

under the pressure of the enemy 100 feet away.

They were expected to load three cartridges in a minute.

Insane.

All right. There you go. You're good now.

Okay.

All right. Ready?

-Mmm. -Visors down.

Okay.

Aim.

[voice echoes] Fiber.

[gunshot booms]

-[Wynne sobbing] -Are you okay?

[somber music plays]

[inaudible conversation]

[sobbing]

[cicadas chirping]

[phone buzzing]

[eerie music plays]

[floorboards creaking]

[fire crackling]

[Liam's voice] Hey, there.

You drive.

-You drive. -[Wynne sobs]

[Liam] Hey...

what's wrong?

I'm scared. [sniffles]

And I miss you. [sobs]

It's gonna be okay.

I can't do this without you.

It's okay.

I'm right here.

No, you're not.

[wind gushing]

[phone ringing]

-[tap creaks open] -[water spraying]

[Wynne gasps]

That's why you can't set the mace down.

You scared me to death!

Why do you keep doing this? It's not okay.

I can see that.

Which sounds a lot like "I can see."

That's crazy. And they mean the same thing.

Who doesn't keep soap in the kitchen?

I told you not to come in here unannounced.

I'm sorry.

I knocked on the door and called your name.

I assumed you heard me

and were gonna meet me in the kitchen, which we did.

Please do not come in this house unannounced.

But I did announce it.

My hands were just covered in oil

and the situation felt very desperate.

Please do not come in this house

unless I've acknowledged you're here.

I can do that.

Where's your truck? I didn't even hear it.

I parked out by the old shed.

I was working out there all night.

Even tripped a fuse at one point.

Anyway, I thought we should go on a ride today.

Can I wash my hands now?

What are you doing?

I'm getting in the truck. You're driving.

-I'm not driving. -Wynne.

-You know I can't. -You're ready.

I'm not doing well.

Look, you look fine to me.

Take these.

You are gonna do great.

This is good.

We're in the vehicle.

-I don't like this. -We're just sitting here.

Getting used to it.

Why don't you touch the steering wheel?

Chris, I don't wanna do this.

I'm telling you, you can do it.

I know you can. Just touch the steering wheel.

See how it feels.

See, it's not so bad.

This is-- this is what we do.

We just take, uh, small steps.

Next, we turn on the engine.

I don't want to.

Wynne, look at me.

I believe in you.

[engine revving]

Listen to her hum.

How do you feel about driving a few feet?

Okay.

You got this.

Okay.

Wynne!

Wynne!

-[yelps] -[brakes screech]

I told you I wasn't ready to drive.

I told you I didn't wanna do this.

Why do you keep making me do

all these things I don't wanna do? [sobs]

[phone ringing]

[panting]

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop doing this.

It's not real, Wynne.

It's not real.

[Emily over phone] Hey, it's me.

I was calling to encourage you.

I know Bob left his truck for you,

but don't feel pressure to drive.

It's okay to take your time with that.

Anyway...

give me a call back if you want.

-Love you. -[line clicks]

[man on recording] Fear lives in the future.

What we're afraid of, it's not in the past.

Something that might happen.

We're afraid of a loved one dying.

We're afraid that we won't have enough money to pay our bills.

We're afraid

that life won't go as planned.

All of those are in the future.

See, fear is real

It's our imaginations

projecting bad outcomes in the future.

But the outcome of fear, it's not in the present.

I think that's why Roosevelt's-- [tape distorts]

The only fear-- We have to... [tape distorts]

[voice turns sinister] ...it is fear itself.

Fear is a lie.

Don't believe it.

Don't give in.

Fear lives in the future.

But you...

you live

in the present.

[tape recorder clicks]

[phone ringing]

[Wynne panting]

[somber music plays]

There you are.

I saw Brian stabbing Jeanie. I saw him stabbing her.

He was hanging right there.

-What? -On the phone.

He was hanging right there.

-On your phone? -On Brian's phone.

Brian's phone?

I found it in the ashes. Look.

No. No, of course. It's just like my phone.

Of course, it's not there. I'm telling you it was.

I saw it.

I keep seeing these things on my phone and now his.

[sobs] Bob is wrong.

They weren't murdered.

Oh, God. Look. Here.

He even wrote it. He even wrote it.

It says right here. He says he was going to die.

[sobbing] I don't trust myself right now.

I still keep seeing Liam everywhere too.

But I killed him.

I killed him. Just like Brian killed Jeanie.

I don't know what's going on.

I-- I feel like

someone is purposely tormenting me.

And I deserve it.

I-- I don't know.

I'm scared to death

and I-- I can't escape my own thoughts.

I saw us dead.

We're going to die. I saw us dead.

Whoa. Hey, hey, hey.

[Wynne sobbing]

I saw us.

Come with me. Come over here.

Maybe it's a bit misplaced to give it to you right now,

but I brought this to apologize to you for making you drive.

I'm sorry.

I have this tree in my front yard

that I get to see in high gale winds.

And it's unbelievable what this thing goes through

during a storm.

And you would never know until you see it.

Most of the time it's perfectly calm,

enjoying the sunshine.

But I just love knowing it survived those storms

because, then, I don't worry so much if another storm comes.

Wynne, I think this storm's gonna pass.

[somber music plays]

[phone ringing]

[eerie music plays]

[floorboard creaking]

[wind gushing]

[object thuds on ground]

[dramatic music plays]

The note.

[panting]

[grunting]

[distorted laughing]

[suspenseful music plays]

[gasps]

No.

No.

Oh.

[panting]

[music intensifies]

Chris...

I won't let myself hurt you.

[fire crackling]

-[pen scribbling on paper] -"I want you to know...

it's not your fault.

And I love you.

I could never...

get it right."

Right.

Phone showed left.

I'm right, not left. I'm right.

[panting]

[Liam's voice echoing] Hello.

Try it.

[voice echoing] Hello.

[voice echoing] I love you.

Come here.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Heaven.

It was a Tuesday afternoon.

What was?

You were in the parking lot talking to someone

just laughing and smiling, holding your groceries.

The bag of chips on top was so close to falling out

because of all your animated movements.

And you didn't even notice.

I don't know what shined brighter that day.

You or the sun.

And just as I was walking by, it was as if this--

this invisible force just knew my heart's desire.

Knocked that bag of chips on the ground

just so I could pick 'em up.

The day we met.

I know it sounds foolish to say, but I don't care.

'Cause I knew in that moment...

that I never wanted to spend another day

without you in my life.

Me too.

Suddenly...

every single moment before then, just...

just felt like it was conspiring

to get me in that parking lot on that day.

And my prayers were answered, Wynnie.

I got to spend the rest of my life with you.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be us...

not just me.

We had a whole life planned together.

I know.

But when I think about that girl

in the parking lot on that day,

so vibrant in an ordinary world.

The girl I fell in love with.

I know that's who you are always,

with or without me.

There is joy after this, I promise.

But now...

right now, I need you to shine out and fight.

You can do this. You have it in you.

There's something I need to tell you.

What's that?

It wasn't your fault.

It was an accident.

I don't blame you.

But now I have to go.

No.

No. [sobs]

I love you.

I love you so much, Wynnie.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing continues]

[sinister voice] Wynne.

Wynne.

Wynne.

Wynne.

[distorted longue music plays]

[unintelligible, distorted lyrics]

[phonograph stops]

Hello.

Oh, no. I'm not here to kill you.

Although... [chuckles]

...I did try my best to get you to do it for me.

It was you doing all those things?

Guilty.

But all thanks to you.

What do you mean?

Well, without you...

I'd just be stuck in the ether.

You see, your fears gave me life.

And I thank you for it.

And really...

I was only showing you who you really are.

We both know

there's only one of us in this room.

What are you talking about?

You know.

Only one of us has actually...

killed someone.

Now... [laughs]

...I've done a lot of things that I'm not proud of

but no one has ever died

at the work of my hands.

I'm not a murderer.

You're a monster!

Oh. Oh.

Now, that hurt.

You're only saying that

because you can't possibly accept that you are one.

But I'm you.

So maybe...

I am a monster.

Maybe...

I am a murderer.

Or maybe...

I'll kill you

and then I'll live out in the world as you,

and no one will know the difference.

[panting] Where is it?

[Chris] Wynne?

Wynne, I'm walking into your house now.

I'm giving you a warning, just like you made me promise.

I messed up a couple times, but I-- I've learned my lesson

and I'm now the most announced guest you've ever had.

I'm walking up the back porch now.

Seven steps.

Wynne, are you home?

Of-- of course, you're home.

Wait. Nope. You want me to knock.

I'm gonna knock now.

Chris. You can't be here.

Chris, you need to leave.

You've gotta stop greeting me this way.

-No, Chris. -[Chris] I found this.

I think it belongs to one of these doors here.

No. Yes. See, I knew it.

But this isn't missing anything.

Where did this come from?

Wait, we've got to get to the bottom of this.

Chris, leave.

You okay?

I know it's going to sound crazy.

Well, I'm crazy. And you know what they say?

You can't fight crazy with crazy.

Or is it that you shouldn't--

'Cause it's-- to me, it seems like

if you're gonna fight something, you gotta match it.

Or at least outmatch it, and in terms of crazy--

Shh!

Things have been happening. Dark things.

I thought it was me, but it's just someone

or something that looks just like me.

Now I know that it's the one doing all the terrible things,

but I don't know what to do, Chris.

I don't know how to get away. I don't know how to fight it.

Oh, well, I have a lot of questions.

Like, what is "It"?

But first I wanna let you know that I believe you

and we'll figure this out.

That's what I was hoping to hear.

Thank you.

Chris, stop! Don't trust it.

Okay. Uh, um...

you have a-- you have a t-- Oh, okay.

You step back. Oh. [laughs]

All right. I see.

I see. This is-- this is-- this is classic.

Honestly, this is very good.

The way that you've set this up, Wynne.

Well, Wynne which--

which-- which-- which Wynne?

[laughs] Right?

Because this is the-- this is the twin thing.

The-- the-- the-- the early 2000's.

I've seen the movies.

You know, where there's-- the twins which are real.

I-- this is a good setup, especially with the creepy,

uh, you know, Brian's phone and-- and,

ah, there's a doppelganger of me,

it looks like me.

That's good.

Honestly, it's-- it is very scary.

The work that you've done is incredible.

Clearly.

You know, I did-- I was scared a little bit right here.

Um. Oh, wow. Wow. Okay.

So which...

twin... [laughs]

...um-- um, Wynne is really-- which--

what is your-- what is-- which-- which is Wynne?

Which twin-- this is-- this sounds silly.

Which twin is Wynne?

No, I don't have a twin. I don't know what it is.

I'm Wynne. That is something else.

It's lying! It's me, Chris.

You have to believe me.

Chris, look at me. You know me.

You need to leave here. It isn't safe.

This is-- this is incredible.

Honestly, you guys have done so well.

Um...

I see. Okay. All right. I get the pattern.

I understand the game now. I understand the game.

Okay. Let's play the game.

Um, I gotta give, like,

the-- the-- the-- the quintessential question,

the real Wynne would answer.

Correct? Okay.

Um, what did I give you the other day?

[both] A tree.

-[gasps] -It's not gonna work

because whenever I had my phone on me,

it was listening and watching.

-[Wynne 1] Forget it. -Of course.

-Get out of here, Chris. -Ah, shit!

Remember, it's a mirror image.

What does that mean?

I mean, I guess that's a good justification.

Wow, you guys really did the work.

Why would you do all this work?

A weapon. A weapon. Weapon.

Weapon. Weapon.

I heard it too. You stay back.

Chris, shh. It's me. I don't have a weapon.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Is that what it sounded like when I said it?

[indistinct shouting]

You think I believe it's now you just 'cause you said that?

Okay. That's true.

What can I show you? How can I convince you?

That's your problem.

Oh. Look. Remember when I cut myself?

See? Look, Chris, it's me.

That cut is on your left hand.

And you cut your right. You're lying.

Chris, you're wrong. I'm right-handed.

I cut with my right hand so I would cut my left hand.

No, I know what I saw. You're lying.

You think I'm an idiot?

[Chris thudding on floor] -Well, I think you're an idiot.

[panting] Chris.

[suspenseful music plays]

Chris, where did you put it?

[doppelganger] Wynne.

Did no one teach you not to run into a maze?

[indistinct]

You're just

a dumb little mouse.

[doppelganger laughs evilly]

[doppelganger laughs evilly]

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just wanna talk to you.

But just in case.

You know, Wynne, I am actually helping you.

You've been a burden to everyone.

And I can help you with that.

-Die, bitch. -[gun misfires]

You missed a step. [exclaims]

[grunts]

[breathing audibly]

Come on, Wynne. You can come out.

The gun's not even loaded.

Come on. [sobs]

Aw, what a shame.

We both know you'll never drive.

Bad things happen when you do.

Why you'd run

to where you saw yourself dead is beyond me.

[laughs]

[screeching, thud]

[loud blast]

[geese honking]

[panting]

[sobbing]

[Wynne] You know I can't stay here, right?

[Chris] I know.

Did I ever tell you the story of Henry?

[Wynne] No.

[Chris] It's another tree story. Henry was a sequoia tree.

And like all the sequoias, he was tall and strong.

In fact, he was the tallest of all the trees in the forest.

His branches reached up far above the others,

up into the clear blue sky.

[Chris] Henry had a bird's eye view

that went on for miles,

so he would describe the different sunsets

to the shorter trees below.

Though they couldn't experience the vivid sky the way he did,

Henry used such poetic prose

that all the living creatures of the forest

got to enjoy the sunsets.

This lush Eden went on like this for centuries.

Until one night,

Henry saw something red hot falling from the sky.

Sticking out further than the others,

a tiny spark landed in his branches

igniting into fierce flames.

The fire consumed Henry, turning him to ash.

When the forest awoke the next morning,

a blanket of sadness took hold.

Everyone stared at the embers with a heavy heart.

But then something truly magical happened.

The heat from the fire opened a seed

that had fallen from Henry's branches,

causing them to take root.

From death came new life.

Other trees grew tall and reached the clear sky

experiencing it as Henry did.

[upbeat somber music]