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- [Narrator] Previously on "Purgatory."

- What do you want?

- You think if I knew a way out of here

that we'd still be stuck down here, huh?

- So who let her out?

- I don't know.

- She can get help.

- No, her letter said that if she tells anyone,

whoever locked us in here will kill us all.

You asked me earlier about how Marie got out.

Bobby, finding the gun and then the food,

I think it was all on purpose.

Somebody wanted him to find it.

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- I can feel you staring at me like that.

You know I can't stand when you stare at me like that.

- How else am I supposed to look at you, Bobby?

You disgust me.

- (laughs) You've got a lot of spunk, kid.

I'll give you that,

but I don't plan on dying down here anytime soon.

I've been through a lot worse situations than this.

- By dumb luck.

(tin rattling)

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- What did you say to me?

- You don't like being called dumb, Bobby?

- Say it again.

Say it again. - You're so dumb, Bobby,

I don't know how you've made it this far.

You're so stupid, your friend was so stupid

and you're down here because you're stupid.

You're so stupid.

- Shut your mouth.

Shut your mouth.

Say it again.

Say it again

- You're gonna die.

- I'm not. - Like an animal.

- (screams) I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die down here.

- I'm gonna be the one that kills you.

- I'd love to see you do it.

(Lisa coughing)

Have you had enough, huh?

Let me hear it, huh?

Do I still scare you?

- You killed Alex.

Just kill me too.

- I killed him because I needed to, and if I have to,

I will hang you from the ceiling.

- Do it. (coughs)

- Go on, you keep talking, you keep talking,

but every woman down here should never be talking.

You know what's gonna happen, huh?

So no, thanks.

Keep fighting it, Lisa.

- Ivan.

- I'm good, I'm good.

I was so worried when I heard you.

- He was all the way over by the grave site.

- That's how far he'd gone.

- Well, now, that we're all back,

why don't you tell us exactly where you went, Doc?

- What's the big deal?

Just tell them and then this will be over.

- Yeah, what's the big secret, Dr. Serob?

- You suspect me?

- My husband is an honest man. - Right, he's a saint.

- Where were you? - Chris, what are you doing?

- Shut up. - Chris?

- I want to know exactly where you went.

- I told you.

- When we first got locked in here,

you were the only one who remained calm,

telling us all to stay positive, you remember that?

- What are you saying?

- I think you have something to do

with us being locked in here

and I think you know how Marie got out.

- Everything I've done, I've done for all of us.

- Ivan? - I can't breathe.

- Ivan. - I can't breathe.

- Oh my God, Ivan, help him, please.

- I'll get some water. - Oh my God, Ivan.

Jessica, what are you doing?

- Stop it. - Tell me, no, no, no, no.

What are you doing?

Please help me.

Ivan, please stop, help me please.

Ivan, look at me.

(door knocking)

- We've been here for hours.

She still has a high fever.

- Can we talk in private please?

- I'll be back in a minute.

So what's going on?

- I called her primary.

- Okay.

- It's possibly the same thing she had before.

- That's not possible.

That was three years ago.

They fixed her.

- We ran a series of tests,

even before I knew about her past diagnosis.

- So what are you telling me?

- I am not specialist,

but I don't want to give you any false hope.

- False hope?

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- Her primary doctor should be here within the hour.

- He fixed it.

- I'm sorry.

Go be with your wife.

They fixed it.

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- I'm going to kill you.

- Please, Jessica. - Let go of me, Chris.

- Just calm down. - Get off me.

- Please talk to me, Ivan.

- I just need a little more water.

- Here, here.

(bottle rustling)

We need to get you that medicine.

- I'll be okay. - Get your hands off of me.

- Not until you've calmed down.

- Let go, Chris.

- You okay, Luke?

- Yeah, I've never been better.

- I just need to rest.

- Rest for a second.

- How is he?

- I honestly don't know.

What about her?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

- This is my fault.

- There's no way you could've seen this coming, kid.

- I look at her

and I think that I'm the one who's going crazy.

I should have never come here.

- None of us should have.

- Yeah, way to state the obvious, you guys.

- I should be with her.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What are you doing?

Get out the way. - Hey,

maybe you should just give her some space

until she calms down.

- And what if she never calms down?

Look, we've got some real issues right now, man.

- She's not an issue.

She's a person, okay?

- Calm down, that's not what I--

- No, you calm down. - Hey, easy, Luke.

- I'm just pointing out that with Jessica struggling

and we're down to our last drabs of food and water.

- We're running out of time.

- Yeah.

- So what do we do now?

- We need to get to Bobby and the food,

otherwise it doesn't matter what our plan is,

we'll be too weak to make any of it work.

- Then I say we go now.

- No, no, we rest first and then we go.

- How can anyone rest after everything that happened, huh?

- Bobby is gonna be rested.

We need to be at our best if we're gonna do this.

- Yeah, he's right, rest, even a little bit, and then we go.

- You should crash over here, kid.

- We didn't deal with any of it with Marie?

Answer.

No, because you love her,

and I love Jessica and she needs me.

You got me, huh?

She needs me.

You, of all people, should understand me.

Hey, it's just me, it's me.

- (gasps) There we go.

- [Lisa] (cries) Get off me, get off.

- On second thought, how I love to see you struggle.

- You disgust me.

- Does it ever worry you that if you keep back talking me,

that eventually I'm just gonna slit your throat?

Hmm?

(laughs) That's not how I'm gonna kill you.

I don't want you dead yet,

but I think I do know why you have an attitude.

You're hungry.

Lisa's hungry, so we feed Lisa.

(bag rustling)

Here, eat.

- You eat it.

- Mm, you don't just want a plain chip, do you?

You want to spice it up a bit.

I've got just the thing.

Yummy.

- What are you doing?

- Look what I got, Lisa, look what I got, yeah.

Come on, just give it a try.

- No. - Mm.

- No, no.

- Oh, we found a big one.

It's a big one, Lisa.

It's got a bigger chip for you.

- [Lisa] You're crazy.

- Come on, eat it.

- No, I don't want it, I don't want it.

- Eat it. - I don't want it.

- Ow, you bitch.

We're gonna play a game of Russian roulette.

50, 50 chance you die. - No, no.

- Eat it. - I don't want it.

I don't want it. - Eat it.

Ow, you bitch, you bitch.

Okay, fine, fine, fine fine.

You don't want to eat it, you starve.

That's your choice.

(packets rustling)

Fine, Lisa, you wanna play games?

We'll play games.

You're definitely feistier than I thought.

I like it.

I really like it.

This is why we're meant for each other,

two crazies stuck down here together,

and we're just starting to have fun.

This is just the beginning.

Go ahead and cry.

I like it when you cry, you spoilt bitch.

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(bags rustling)

- Ivan.

- I'm fine, I'm fine, I need the bathroom.

- Again?

You have to rest.

I'm worried.

Let me help you.

- It's okay, I'm doing fine.

Go back to sleep.

I'll be quick.

Keep my spot warm.

- You know how many people I saw inside

that acted just like you, Lisa?

They come in, all hell bent against the world

to mind their spirits,

just either they were too stupid to stubborn to realize

that if they want to just survive inside,

that they had to give all that up.

You should know that each and every one of them,

the harder they fought, the harder they broke,

and in the end, it was never, ever pretty,

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just a little note for you.

- Hello? Hello?

- Jesus, what the hell are you doing?

You scared the crap out of me.

What? What is it?

- Doc is gone.

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- Okay, what are you thinking?

- That you might be right about him.

One minute he's on his death bed, and then next,

he's wandering around again.

- Please.

Please, Bobby, just let me go.

You've already taken everything that you want from me.

Let me go back to the others, just let me...

I just want to get out.

Please just me go.

Bobby.

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Bobby? Bobby?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't.

Don't make me shoot you, bitch.

No, no, no, get back here.

- (cries) Please, Bobby.

Please just let me go, please.

- I can't.

- Please just let me go.

- No, I can't do that.

- Please, please.

- I'll kill you before I let you go.

Give me the knife.

- No.

- Give me the knife.

(gun clicking)

Go sit down.

Go sit down. - Please.

- Go sit down.

Go sit down.

You can't go home.

You're never leaving me, ever.

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- [Luke] How can you tell some is missing?

- Doesn't look like it to you?

- I don't know, man.

It all just look like a small amount to me.

You think he's hoarding food?

- I don't know, but he's up to something.

- Who is?

- No one, go back to sleep.

- Look, I know I had a moment

but it doesn't mean you can tell me what to do.

- Fine.

- So where is the Doc?

- He said he was going to the bathroom.

- And you believe him?

- How long ago was that?

- I don't know.

Too long.

(Ivan gasping)

- Something is wrong.

- Oh, come on, Nora, I'm sure he's fine.

He's gone out on his own before.

- Yes, he went to see Bobby and nearly got himself killed.

- So you think he went to see Bobby again?

- I don't know.

With this blood pressure being so bad,

maybe he went to get some medicine?

- Wherever he is, Nora, I'm sure he'll be okay.

- Maybe he went to see if my dad is awake yet?

- Maybe that's it, Jess.

- Look, can we go see my father?

- Let us find Doc first, so Nora won't worry anymore.

Is that okay? - Okay.

- Yes.

- So let's go. - No.

- What? - No one's going anywhere.

- What are you talking about?

Maybe he had another spell from his blood pressure?

- This isn't part of the plan.

- Maybe he needs some help?

- Nora. - Nora.

- Nora, wait.

- No, no, Chris, she's right.

Let's go with her.

- Go, we'll stay back.

Hey.

Let them find the doctor, you rest,

so that you won't be tired when you got to see your dad.

Hey, I'll keep you company, hm?

- Okay, thank you, Emma.

I hope they are not gone long.

- You'll see, they'll be back in no time.

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(knife scraping)

(bottle banging)

- What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, no, no, no, listen, no, no, no, no, spit it out,

spit it out, spit it out, no, no, spit it out.

Spit it.

Goddamn, I didn't want you to eat it.

I told you, crazy bitch.

Spit it out, hand it over.

- No, I'd rather die.

- Spit it out, Lisa, spit it out, spit it out.

- It's too late. - Spit it out.

- I thought we decided that you're going to rest?

- Yeah, well, I thought I was going to some great getaway

with my boyfriend, but the world's full of surprises.

- You plan on telling me what you're doing?

- Just checking on the matchstick.

- The matchstick is gone, remember?

Christopher told us about it.

- Chris opened the door and latched Marie out.

I remember now.

- Good.

Sit down.

Wanna tell me?

That's right.

- My father would want me to be sure, Emma.

- About what?

- To please my suspicions.

- And where are we at on all of that?

- Nora has gone out and if it's not someone from the outside

or Chris isn't I think the killer,

and I'm sure it's not,

then it has to be Bobby, right?

- It could be Bobby.

- But he had the gun.

What? - (laughs) Nothing, nothing,

just remember he was saying about someone

planting it on him.

- You believe him?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why?

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(siren wailing)

(hospital machine beeping)

(mask squeaking)

- That chair doesn't look all that comfortable.

- (laughs) Yeah, you're right.

I should make up a cot or something, I guess.

How you feeling?

- Like I'm in bed, looked up to a bunch of machines.

Any news?

- No, nothing yet.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I promised you I'd find him, didn't I?

And we will.

- I know you will,

and will it be in time for him to say goodbye?

- Ssh, don't say that.

- I've been down this road before.

I talked to the doctors.

My expectations about how this turns out are realistic.

Are yours?

- You're right, we have been here before

but we came out the other side together.

- Together.

- Yeah.

- Including Chris, so stop worrying about me.

Go find him.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- I don't care how much you spend, do what you have to do,

just bring him home.

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- Ivan?

Ivan?

Ivan, oh my God, no. (cries)

Ivan, no.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Oh my God.

Ivan.

No, don't leave me, baby.

- Nora? - Not now, please.

- Nora, where are you? - Oh my God.

- Nora?

Oh my God, what happened?

Is he...?

- [Nora] No.

- Yeah.

What's that?

- Oh my God.

- I don't think it was his blood pressure though.

Someone...

There are marks around his neck.

- Why do you think that?

- I dunno, it just...

- Emma, what aren't you telling me?

- Bobby didn't bring the gun.

I know he didn't, 'cause I did.

- Why?

Emma?

- I see the way he looks at you.

Look--

- Stop trying to change the subject.

- I'm trying to tell ya.

Alex used to look at me the same way.

When you're in love,

everything seems timeless, endless.

The world is full of possibilities

and nothing else really matters

when someone looks at you with those eyes,

but the last time I saw Alex,

his eyes weren't looking at me that way.

They were closed,

and I couldn't feel the love he felt for me,

because his soul had already left.

I was left there, staring at his body in a casket,

surrounded by people who were trying to make it all okay,

to make me feel okay.

Pain.

- I'm so sorry.

- No, don't.

I brought the gun in here because I was going to use it.

- You were going to kill Christopher.

- Nine bullets, just one needed.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because I don't know.

I've been carrying this for so long

and this place is making us all crazy.

I tried.

I was going to,

and I'm sure I have would have been capable of doing it.

True pain allows you to overcome certain things

and I'd thought you'll never do.

Please don't tell the others about this.

- You can tell me anything.

I promise your secrets are safe.

- No, no. - Please, please, please.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Get it out, spit it all out.

Lisa, spit it out, spit it out.

You're not going to die on me, please, please, please.

Come on, come on, spit it out, spit it out.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Lisa, please, please.

I can't lose you, please.

Spit it out.

Spit it out.

No, no, no, no.

You're not leaving me.

Get over here.

Please spit it out.

Spit it out please.

- (cries) I don't wanna leave here.

- Come on, you can't stay here, Nora.

- He always takes care of me.

I need him.

- We'll take care of you now, okay?

Nora, you know he wouldn't want you to suffer.

- What do you know about suffering?

- You're right.

I have no idea what you're going through right now,

but if something happened to Jess,

who knows how I would be reacting,

but he didn't want you to die in here

because of his sins, Nora.

You know that just as much as I do, so come on,

come with us.

I promise we'll definitely find a way out together,

just like he always wanted for you.

- Bobby did this and I want him to pay for this.

Goodbye, my love.

- Hey, Chris?

You think she's right?

- Bobby has a gun.

Why would he strangle him?

- Maybe because it's quieter?

- But why would he kill the Doc?

- If he's the one who locked us down here,

we already know why,

or maybe the Doc bothered him again about the medicine

and Bobby had enough?

What? Just spit it out.

- What if this was Jessica?

She tried to strangle you with her shoe lace, remember?

The Doc was weak already.

Physically she's more than capable of doing this.

- You know what?

I'm really sorry about what you're going through with Marie,

but you're a real prick sometimes.

- Yeah, no argument there, kid.

- [Narrator] Next time on "Purgatory."

- To the general public, I'm here today asking, no,

pleading for your help.

It's been days since we've heard

from our loved ones, our children.

Their last known destination was a place called Shambala,

but we haven't heard from them since they left,

and at this point in time,

we don't even know the location of this place,

so I'm asking you,

if you recognize any of the faces on your screen,

if you know of there whereabouts

or even the location of this place,

please contact the police,

and finally, I'd like to add that I'm offering a reward

for any information leading to the safe return

of our children.