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- Patrick? - Yes.

- It's nice to meet you. - Likewise.

Come on in. - Oh, thank you.

- I thought your wife would be joining us.

- Yeah. She, uh...

She got tied up at the university.

- Well, she came highly recommended

by several of my colleagues.

Understand she's a real life Bones.

- Um...

Bones? I don't...

- Like TV show "Bones"?

Where a forensic anthropologist helps solve some...

Uh, nevermind.

- I don't really watch much tv.

- I see you were a part of the Petra excavation in Jordan.

- Yes.

Yes.

I was there for about, um, about a year.

- Isn't that still going on?

- I had to come home for personal reasons.

- Personal reasons?

- My daughter. She, uh...

She got sick.

- She's doing better by now, I hope.

- Yes. Thank you.

Actually, she's gonna be joining us.

Gonna show her the family business.

- This isn't exactly the kind of place

that you would bring your daughter.

- How's that? - Well...

It's a place where a bunch of degenerates were housed.

- I mean, they're not there now, right?

- Are you a spiritual man?

- I'm sorry. I...

- Do you believe that when we die,

our souls transcend to another plane?

- What does this have to do with-

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to put you on the spot.

- No, it's okay. I...

- I guess you've familiarized yourself with the camp by now?

- Yes.

- It's quite a property.

I spent a lot of years there.

- You...

You were an inmate there?

- No.

- No?

- No, I...

I grew up there. My daddy was the warden.

- Oh, I see.

- I was sad to see it all close.

We, in fact, had a buyer all set to go,

but unfortunately, a very determined woman by the name of

Nancy Heart went before a judge and got an injunction

on the sale until the body of her brother,

a former resident, was exhumed.

However.

I believe

that the, uh,

degenerate

escaped.

- Well, I mean, don't you have any records? Or...

- For whatever reason, they're few and far in between,

but that's where you and your wife come in.

There used to be a cemetery.

Here.

However, we had it removed from the grounds back in 2010.

- Could her brother be buried here?

- No, no.

She went through the painstaking process

of eliminating that possibility.

Like I said, she's a very determined woman.

- Well, my wife and our team, we can definitely get it done.

- No. No team.

- No team? - No team.

- It's gonna take us a lot longer without a team.

- All we want is one forensic anthropologist

and one archeologist.

We're paying the premium

to keep this as contained as possible.

We don't want any negative publicity

affecting any future sales.

Do you get what I'm saying?

- Of course.

- I'll inform the groundskeeper of you arrival.

- Excellent. Thank you.

Thank you for the opportunity. - Yeah, you bet.

- All right.

He's late.

He's definitely late.

- A little help, please?

- Sorry.

- Bottom. Yeah.

- Okay.

- Oh, that thing's heavy. Golly.

- I don't know how you convinced me to do this.

- What?

This is gonna be great.

Besides, it's just one body.

- Yes, which may or may not be resting somewhere

on this massive 60-acre property.

- We'll search one grid at a time.

Start with the old cemetery.

Maybe they missed one, right?

- I can't believe we don't have a crew.

- Who needs a crew? We have Emma.

- She's not exactly thrilled we pulled her out of school.

- Ah, she'll come around. - Really?

I hope so.

- She will.

Trust me, all right?

- Trust you.

- Gonna be great.

It's gonna be great!

Time to earn your keep.

Come on. Let's go.

- Where do you want me to put this?

- What does it say on top?

- I don't know. Some gibberish.

- Just start on the table right there.

Easy! That equipment's expensive.

- You said to throw it.

- Be nice.

- I can't, I can't find it.

I've looked and I've looked.

I can't find it.

Help me find it!

Help me find it.

Help me find it!

- Got you.

Baby, what's wrong? Huh?

You okay? What...

Oh, my God. It's okay.

It's okay.

- It's a shame. James was a good man.

He was always a bit out there.

Guess he finally snapped.

- How long was he the groundskeeper?

- Oh, as long as I can remember.

His father was a guard here when this creepy place was open.

- Did he have any family?

- Nah.

Nah. He wasn't the marrying type, if you know what I mean.

- What about all the scratches and bite marks on his skin?

- Should we be concerned?

It looked like he was attacked by wild animals.

- No. Those are self-inflicted wounds.

- You need to eat.

Come on. - I'm not hungry.

- All right.

I'm sorry, what happened to you today.

- I'm fine.

What is that place?

- Just an old building.

- How long do we have to be here?

- Three, four weeks?

Maybe a little less?

- But you said it was just one body.

- I know, but we have a lot of ground to cover.

Trust me. I don't wanna be here any longer than we have to.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You know I love you, right?

You mean everything to us. - Patrick!

What now?

Stay here.

Okay.

The main breaker box's gotta be outside.

- Can I just stay in my room?

- Okay, go ahead.

- Don't you think after today's events,

we should probably stick together?

- I'm not five. I have my phone if you need me.

- Okay.

- Dad?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You okay?

- Yeah. Why?

- Oh, you seemed a little jumpy earlier.

- I'm fine.

- Work room's almost done.

Mom's putting the finishing touches on it now.

That's interesting.

Take your meds?

Emma?

- Not yet.

- Don't you think you should?

Come on. Let's take your meds, all right?

I'm gonna get you some water. Come on.

- You don't have to watch me.

- You know I have to.

I'm proud of you.

I know that you've been going through a lot.

- Dad, I'm really tired. Do we have to do this now?

- All I'm trying to say is that you mean a lot to us.

- Okay.

We done?

- Yeah.

- Dad? - Yeah.

- When do you think I can stop taking my meds?

- I don't know, honey.

- I'm not depressed anymore.

- That's because the medication's working.

Hey.

Hey.

When we get back, we'll see about lowering the dose

and eventually tapering off.

Okay?

Get some sleep.

- What the hell?

- Thought she was sleepin'.

- I'm gonna go check on her.

- Shut up!

- Emma, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Emma, I can help.

I know what you're going through.

- Can I please just have a little bit of privacy?

- Yeah. Okay.

Look, when you're done I could really use your help outside.

Okay?

Emma.

- Okay!

- Hey. Take a break.

- Thanks.

- Finished another one.

You know, honestly, I don't...

I don't think we're gonna find anything out here.

You okay?

- I'm just worried about Emma.

- Yeah. I know.

I am too.

- Maybe we should call the doctor.

- I just don't think that's really a great idea, you know?

- Why?

- Because.

Honey, I can barely keep track of her medication as it is.

- But she needs them. - I know.

Maybe we should just consider lowering the dose.

I don't know.

- What? Why would you even...

Oh, my God.

She asked if she could quit her meds again, didn't she?

- She did. - And what'd you say?

- I said that we would consider lowering her dose.

- Patrick!

You know what happened last time.

- I'm just saying maybe we could try.

- You're just setting her up for disappointment!

- Maybe we could try to lowering some down.

- She's tried to kill herself, Patrick!

It's not like getting over a fucking cold.

- You don't think I don't know that?

- Patrick?

- Emma! - I wanna go home!

- Emma?

Can I come in?

- It's open.

- What're you drawing?

- Nothing.

- Who is that?

- Nobody.

Did you need something?

- I'm just concerned about you, honey.

You're bleeding.

Emma! - I'm, I'm fine.

- What did you do? - Nothing! I didn't...

- Patrick! - He's not here!

- Patrick! - Oh, my God.

- I can't believe I thought you were doing better.

Do me a favor and stop asking Dad

if you could quit your meds because that's off the table.

- No, please! Mom, I...

I am getting better!

- I can't take much more of this, Emma.

- I didn't cut myself!

- We are not done talking about this.

- Please don't!

- Yesterday was proof

that taking this job with a mistake!

- We just got here! - It doesn't matter!

I seriously think we need to tell John

to start looking for our replacements.

- Did you, did you-

- I swear to God, I didn't try anything!

- What happened to you?

- I think I'm sleepwalking.

- What do you mean you're sleepwalking?

- Let her finish. - What?

- The other night, I woke up in the backhouse,

covered in dirt, and today I woke up outside,

laying next to this.

- This is where you woke up?

- Emma, why didn't you say something sooner?

- I didn't wanna go back to the shrink.

- Oh, you don't need to go back to the shrink.

It's typically caused by stress, or a medical condition.

I used to have episodes when I was a kid.

My dad did as well. It's a genetic thing.

- Well, how do you explain the bones?

- I don't know!

One time, I woke up in my neighbor's dog house naked.

Everybody thought I was some kind of pervert.

I couldn't explain that, either.

Why don't you go back inside and get cleaned up, okay?

Your mom and I will take care of this.

All right? Go on.

- Honey, you want me to help you?

I can understand the sleepwalking thing,

but how she just happened upon these bones?

No. - What do you want me to do?

Want me to go in there and accuse her of lying?

- No. - Okay, then.

We don't have a choice.

We need to tie off the area, excavate the remains,

and hopefully, we're gonna find some more answers.

Okay?

It's an adolescent femur.

Most likely a male.

12 to 16.

- Oh, shit.

- What?

- Card is full.

- Want me to grab another one?

- No, I'll go. I think I'm gonna check on Emma anyway.

- No!

- Karen.

Are you okay?

- I, I think so.

- What happened?

- Um...

I must have passed out.

- Here, here. Come on.

Easy, easy.

Yeah, I got concerned when you didn't come back.

Are you sure you're okay?

- I must just be doing too much.

- Okay. We're gonna go get you checked out.

- No, I'm fine!

- No, Karen, we need to go get you-

- Patrick, I'm fine. I'm...

I'm gonna go lay down.

- Come in.

How's Mom?

- She's good. She's sleeping.

What're you reading?

- Recipes.

- Recipes?

Why are you reading recipes?

- Well, I need her to relax,

and this is the only thing I could find.

- Is it working? - No.

And now I'm hungry.

- I know it seems like Mom's being hard on you,

but she really isn't.

It's just, seeing you like this, it's really hard on her.

I think she feels guilty.

- Why?

- Well, you know.

Because depression runs on her side of the family.

Her mom had it. She had to deal with that growing up.

I guess she hoped it would skip over you.

Okay.

Enough talk.

Time for bed.

Don't look so worried.

I'm gonna teach you some techniques that really helped me.

All right?

Lay back. Relax.

Trust me.

You know what helped me the most?

Breathing. Taking a deep breath.

Try it. Close your eyes.

Now breathe in.

Breathe out. All right.

Just listen to my voice.

In.

Out.

Good.

You feel better?

- I think so.

- You're gonna be fine tonight. Okay?

I'll see you in the morning.

- Oh...

Oh, my...

I don't care if you wanna label it as sleepwalking.

The bottom line is, our daughter is sick.

There is something seriously wrong with her

and we need to get her help.

- You just can't leave. - Watch me

- Look. I'll call John to find a replacement.

Just give me one day to wrap up, okay?

I just got off the phone with John's office.

He wasn't there, so I left a message.

Probably get everything in order for the new team.

Where do you wanna start?

Karen?

I don't see why you're mad at me.

- Because you talked me into this.

- We had no choice.

Half of her medical bills are in Collections!

- I told you she wasn't ready for this. She was doing well.

What have we done, Patrick? We have screwed this all up!

- Dad?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Yeah, sure, baby. - Yeah, what's going on?

- Just you.

- Okay? - Yeah.

I'll just go cat the new bones.

- Hey. Hey.

What is it, honey?

- I don't want you to think I'm crazy. Let me finish.

I don't think I'm sleepwalking.

- Emma?

- Ever since we came here,

I've been...

Seeing stuff.

- Like what?

- Dad, I think this place is haunted.

- Seriously? - Yes!

Look, look.

- Emma, honey. Look, there's nothing on here.

It's just a black screen.

- What? - Look.

- What? No!

No, no! It was here!

- What was there?

- He must have erased it. - Who?

- The ghost! - Emma, come on.

- No. Look, I have more proof.

- Who am I looking at here?

- The ghost that's been haunting me!

- Just saying it sounds- - Crazy?

- No, I wasn't gonna say crazy. It just...

It's hard to believe.

- But you have to believe me.

- Oh, honey.

I don't know if I can.

Emma.

Emma!

Hi, this is Karen Connor.

Is Mr. Bedford available?

- I'm sorry. He's in a meeting.

Can I take a message?

- Yes, my husband left a message a while ago

in regards to our replacements,

and I'm just making sure he got the message.

- Yes, I did give him the message.

Is there anything else?

- Uh...

Could you just stress the sense of urgency?

I'd really appreciate it.

- I understand,

and I'll make sure he gets the message.

- Okay. Thanks.

- Hey.

- Oh.

My God. - Sorry.

- It's okay.

How was the talk?

What?

- You're right. She needs to go back to the psychiatrist.

- Well, what did she say?

- She thinks this place is haunted.

- Why does she think that?

- I don't know.

Do the math, Karen.

Mental illness runs in your family.

- What are you saying?

- I'm not trying to say anything, Karen. All right?

- You are saying something.

I'm not crazy.

This is not my fault.

It's not, it's not my fault.

Okay.

- Karen.

- Emma?

Honey?

- No!

Please!

- Just give me one second, all right?

- I'm gonna have to call you back.

Mr. Connor.

It's okay.

What's this?

- That is a record of all the horrible things

that went on in that camp.

There are bodies all over the place.

I'm sorry. Is there something funny here?

- Well, no. I mean...

I had no idea.

I mean, granted, I was just a little boy at the time, but...

Ooh-wee.

My daddy sure was busy.

Are you familiar with baptism by fire?

- No.

- To suffer is to cleanse.

Sometimes, suffering ain't enough.

- Oh, my god.

You're fucking crazy.

- Do you really think the kids that went through there

were sweet, lovable little children?

Let me tell you somethin'.

My daddy?

My daddy was a saint.

He dealt with demons.

Every day.

- I'm handing this over to the state.

- Well, good luck with that!

I mean, if my knowledge serves me right,

statute of limitations on that done run out

and anybody that was involved would most likely be dead.

- Yeah. We'll see about that.

- Hi. This is Karen Connor.

Please leave a message.

- Hey, it's me. Pack up everything.

We're gonna leave as soon as I get back.

- Where have you been? I've been calling you.

- I went to see Bedford.

- Does he have our replacements?

- No, but we're leaving anyway.

- Okay?

What's going on? What is this?

- Just read it.

- Oh, my God.

Patrick. - I know.

- We need to turn this in.

- I know.

This is a record of all the murder and torture

that went on in this place.

That Nancy Heart woman's right.

Look, her brother's listed in this book.

I just called her. She's on her way, right now.

- Oh, my God. That's the boy from Emma's sketches.

- I know. His name's Samuel Cole.

- Hello?

Hello?

Answer me!

Dad!

Please!

I just want you to leave me alone!

- I know that you came here to see your brother's remains.

When they're fully identified, the state

will release them to you.

- Heavens no. I don't want them.

My brother was a monster.

I just want concrete proof that he's dead.

He had a violent temper.

He would get into fights, every day,

over the smallest stuff.

He once broke the neighbor's nose

'cause his parents bought him the same bike.

My parents tried to do everything they could for them.

He finally cracked up on my ninth birthday.

I woke up to the screams of my mother.

That night, they told him they were sending him away.

He waited until everyone fell asleep.

He killed my father first.

Then he moved on to my mother.

Excuse me. Would you mind?

I, uh...

I head under my bed, petrified with fear,

as he doused the house with gasoline.

I'm here today because of a very brave neighbor.

- I'm so sorry, what happened to you.

- It's okay.

I've had many years to come to terms with my brother's evil.

But I do hope that he suffered here.

- He did.

- How do you know?

- I found this.

It's a detailed record of everything that happened here.

This was inside.

- Can I keep this?

We were told from the school that he escaped.

After that, I...

I never stopped looking over my shoulder.

- Did you ever see him again, or,

you know, feel his presence?

- I never truly felt safe.

But today, for the first time,

I have no fear.

- I appreciate you coming out here today.

- I've taken up too much your time.

I'll show myself out.

- That was a complete waste of time.

We need to get the hell outta here.

- Forgot her scarf.

- Patrick, we need to get outta here.

Patrick!

Go get the van.

Go.

Emma!

We're leaving, honey, please.

Emma, let's go.

Emma, let's go!

What're you doing? Emma, you're hurting me.

Let go!

What?

- Stay out my fucking room!

- She's gone. I'm gonna find her.

You okay? - Uh-huh.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Emma!

Emma!

- Mom.

- Where are you?

Where's Dad?

Emma, where is he?

Patrick!

Patrick.

Patrick, wake up!

- why are you untying?

- Emma.

Emma, what're you doing with that knife?

Emma.

What are you doing?

Emma, just give me the knife.

Just give...

- Now sit the fuck down.

No!

- No!

Karen!

Honey, honey.

We gotta get you to the hospital.

What? - I can't leave Emma.

- Come on. Come on.

Gonna come back for her, okay?

Come on, come on, it's okay.

You'll be all right. You'll be all right.

Emma!

Where are you?

Come out!

Emma!

You come out here, right now!

You killed...

Emma!

This isn't you.

Please.

- It has been several days since the governor launched

a statewide investigation after an anonymous tip

led to the tragic discovery of a massive unmarked grave,

here at this former probationary camp for boys.

The exact body count has not been released,

but my sources say it is well over 50.

In connection with the recent events,

the authorities are still investigating the strange

disappearance of Patrick Connor and his family.

- Please. Please give back my daughter.

Please.

Are you tired?

- Fuck you!

- Okay.

- Fuck you!

- Are you familiar with baptism by fire?

To suffer

is to cleanse.

- My daughter's in there somewhere.

I intend to get her out.