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(ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

(intense music)

(knife scraping)

(captor speaking in foreign language)

(students chattering)

- I highly respect his work.

- Excuse me?

- Dr. Markway.

I've read all of his work, or at least a lot of it,

and it's quite admirable.

Sorry. I'm Louis Baxter, the class TA.

You're in my class, yeah?

- It's on my syllabus.

- Right. Then I will see you inside.

(mysterious music)

- This course is an introduction to culture and society

from a comparative perspective.

W-

(professor coughs)

(professor clears throat)

(water sloshing)

(professor clears throat)

Pardon my dry throat. (clears throat)

We will discuss the basic principles

that form society as a whole itself

and what keeps it all from unravel-

(mysterious music)

(pills rattling)

(tense music)

(sprinkles rattling)

(dramatic music)

- [Student] Somebody call 911!

(dramatic music)

- Must be something more important than my lecture.

Where were we?

Yes, woke culture and the impact in which it's having

on today's modern society.

- Everything all right?

- I made a mistake. I shouldn't have come here.

- I mean, it can't be easy taking a class

where your father...

(Louis clears throat)

Just don't forget.

Don't forget about the many, many young minds

that he actually educated here.

He'd be proud that you were even here.

- Would he?

(keyboard keys clicking)

(door opens)

(feet stomping)

- Oh, babe. It's okay.

(Maria crying)

At least you tried.

- Bullshit.

I watched him die.

In my head, reaching for those goddam pills. (sobbing)

- I don't know what to say.

- Say, "Stop that crying, Maria.

What's done is done."

Too many years have passed.

Too many years.

- It's okay to drop the class. Switch majors even.

- No, it's not. Not for me.

- I'm here for you.

No matter what.

(students chattering)

- Human language has a feature of displacement,

the ability to refer to events and persons

beyond immediate present.

The past and future are considered displaced domain.

They include references to events that have or are not.

- Patrick.

(Patrick cackling)

- You didn't know I was here.

- Yeah, you're supposed to call first. Remember that?

- I blended myself in with the wall. (laughing)

- Why are you here?

- You got him, man.

- For real this time?

- For real.

For real. Come on.

- Okay.

(drawer opens)

- Oh, hello pretty girl.

- Patrick, if you'll excuse us.

This is one of my students.

- Oh. Understood.

- Wanted to see if I could get the notes

from the lecture I missed.

- Yeah, of course.

It's more of an overview,

but here is the course syllabus that was handed out.

Are you familiar with your father's work?

- Quite.

- Of course.

Then maybe there's something you can help me with.

- It looks Mayan.

- Right. It's an early form of K'iche'.

I've translated it,

but I'm just still unsure on the pronunciation.

Your father made recordings

when he studied with the tribe, right?

- There's a box of reel to reel tape somewhere.

- Wow. Could I borrow them?

The ones with native K'iche'.

- I'm not sure I know where they are.

- You know, those tapes, they can deteriorate over time.

I have a colleague in the Tcom department.

He can digitize them.

- I'll see if I can find them.

- Awesome.

(box shuffling)

- [Steve] Your dad's old tapes?

- I'm getting them digitized on campus.

- Someone you met?

- My TA. He knows someone that can do it.

- Your mother would pay to have a service do it.

- She doesn't know that I have them.

I'd like to keep it that way.

- [Jonathan] March 9th, 1972. Recordings of K'iche' tribe.

(tribe member speaking in foreign language)

(Louis chuckles)

- This is perfect.

(tribe member speaking in foreign language)

(tense music)

(tape stops)

- Quality is good.

I'll start the recording.

- [Jonathan] March 9th, 1972. Recordings of K'iche' tribe.

(tribe member speaking in foreign language)

- You're in the group?

- I hadn't brought it up yet, but it's an academic group,

and we study rituals that claim access

to the spirit world.

- The afterlife.

Sara would be so stoked not

to be the only girl in the group anymore.

(Louis chuckles)

- All right, we're about to test like this rare fungus

that's used by K'iche' shamans in a death ritual.

- The fungus is only found in a cave

the Mayans believe is a direct passage to the other world.

A gate.

- I had my fun in high school.

- Right, well, no one is required to take the medicine.

- It's not like that.

We have a pre-med who monitors us. Always sober.

And my girlfriend's a psychiatry major.

I document everything.

What we do here is research.

- I only offer because of the connection to your father.

Look, there's a lot here. There's hours to record.

It's gonna take some time.

Oh, and in case you change your mind,

we meet Thursday nights at Maya's Cafe off Third Street.

No drugs, just exchange of ideas.

- [Jonathan] The Dominicans did their best to alter the...

(tense music)

(tape whirring)

- Heavenly Father, thank you for this meal.

Give us the strength to meet our daily challenges.

In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.

So, did you ever get your tapes back?

- Next class.

- Did he ever tell you why he wanted them?

- He's part of an academic group.

They study indigenous rituals.

The latest one comes from the tribe my father studied.

They're after correct pronunciation.

I'd like to join them.

- Okay.

- They meet Thursday nights at a coffee shop.

- Academic relationships are important.

(upbeat music)

(Sara laughing)

(overlapping chatter)

- Give the man a break.

(overlapping chatter and laughter)

- Maria.

I am glad you could join us.

You remember Donovan?

- This is my lady.

- Sara Montes. Psychiatry.

- And this is Neil, our pre-med.

- Pharmacologist.

- Maria gave us access to recordings from the '70s

of a remote K'iche' tribe.

Pretty cool stuff.

- K'iche', ka-ee-chay.

Pronunciation is important.

- Well, I still think it's the intent, not the words.

- And accuracy is my intent.

But most importantly...

(Patrick imitates blowing trumpet)

(Louis drums on table)

(Sara laughs)

- Behold.

- La puerta de la muerte.

- Oh!

(Donovan groans)

- What's that?

- Death's door.

- Cool. Does anyone want refills?

- Yes, please.

- Yeah.

- Mm.

It's a spiced dark chocolate with a smoky kick.

- You talking about the drink or me?

- Ooh! Cute. (laughs)

- Did you know the Aztecs gave chocolate

to their sacrificial victims?

- Cacao was used in all important events.

Marriage, birth, eventually baptism.

- Because chocolate has psychoactive ingredients.

- Is that why you tried smoking it?

- What? (laughing)

- The chocolatier in the video sweared it would work.

(Sara laughing)

- Did it?

- Fuck no.

(Sara laughing)

Shit burned like hell.

(all laughing)

- A toast.

- [All] May we find truth through our journey.

- We have been waiting a very long time for this medicine.

So, thank you, Patrick

- For my research all others are merely windows,

but this, this is the door.

- When's my maiden voyage?

- This weekend if possible.

(all drum on table)

(all laughing)

- So, what do you think?

- Everyone seems on the level, except Patrick.

(Louis laughs)

- Yeah, his lack of charm is made up by resourcefulness

and willingness to be a test subject.

- Just observe. It's no big deal.

- I'll consider it.

- Wonderful.

- I should go.

- Everything all right?

Whoa. You okay?

- Do these have alcohol in them?

- Yeah, mescal.

- Mescal.

- Yeah, it's like tequila, except-

- I know what mescal is.

- Okay, then what's the issue?

- I'm three years sober.

What?

- Oh, shit. Marie, I did not know.

Can I get you a coffee?

- No, I just need to leave.

- I mean, do you need a ride?

(car horn honks)

You know, you can just blame me.

- That would make it worse.

- I mean, I don't date students if that helps.

But Maria, I've been thinking,

and with your permission,

I'd really like to have our first trial

be in the lecture hall.

Patrick has no idea about your father,

and having you there might increase the chance

that we actually break through.

- Let me out!

Here! Now!

- Just listen, okay?

I need objective minds there to know if it actually works.

- I would not be objective in that room.

- Not as the test subject, no,

but as an informed witness,

you would be the best to confirm or deny

Patrick's experience.

Hey, what if it works?

- Do your trial wherever. You don't need my permission.

- [Louis] Maria.

(car door slams)

(Louis sighs)

- [Steve] I can't believe you walked home.

- I needed to clear my head.

- [Steve] Why wouldn't you check the ingredients?

- It's a coffee shop.

- [Steve] Did you call your sponsor?

- It's late. I'll call her tomorrow.

Please don't tell my mother.

(Steve kissing)

- Of course not.

- I'm really tired. I'd like to go to bed.

(somber music)

(Maria sobbing)

- You don't get to cry.

(eerie music)

- [Jonathan] There's my girl.

(tender music)

- Papa.

- See?

There's nothing to be sad about.

- Papa.

- Put her in.

(tense music)

- No, please! Let me go, please!

Stop!

Please let me go. Please!

Please let me go!

(Maria sobbing)

- Now you can cry.

- No!

No, please! Do not close...

No!

(Maria gasping)

- You're yelling in your sleep.

- Bad dream.

- You want to talk about it?

- No.

(tense music)

(students chattering)

When's it happening?

- Sunday morning, 10:00 a.m.

You coming?

- I haven't decided yet.

(anxious music)

- Maria.

- You don't have to do this. Not here.

- I appreciate your concern, but you don't know me.

- I, Patrick Callahan, of my own free will.

Partake of this sacrament.

- Smells awful.

- Well, it's cave fungus.

(Patrick howls)

(Patrick laughing)

- He seems excited.

- Yeah. Adrenaline.

(anxious music)

Excuse me.

- Oh yeah.

Oh, that smells like death.

(Patrick speaking in foreign language)

- Thank you.

- Time of ingestion, 10:47 a.m.

(Patrick groans)

- Flight crew, this is your captain speaking.

Prepare for takeoff.

(Patrick drums on chest)

- And now we wait.

(anxious music)

(Patrick groaning)

- Something's happening.

- Heart rate climbing. 11:09 a.m.

(Patrick's breath shaking)

- Too bright.

- Sensitivity to light.

- Got visuals.

- What do you see?

- Pulsating.

Cold.

- Check his temperature.

- 76.3

- Pulses intensifying.

- 76.4.

Grab some blankets.

(suspenseful music)

- Dosage a little high.

- Noted.

You're okay.

(suspenseful music)

See someone.

- Where?

(suspenseful music)

(Patrick groaning)

- There.

- Describe him.

(intense music)

- Beard.

Bald man.

With a tie.

Green shirt.

(Jonathan growling)

(blood squelching)

He's fucking melting!

(Patrick moaning)

- What's happening to him?

- Just wait.

(blood squelching)

- Oh my God!

Oh my God.

He shit himself.

- Heart rate low but stable.

- Look at this. (chuckles)

I've never seen anything like it.

Stable rhythm.

- I can't wait to hear where you went, Patrick.

(unsettling music)

(Patrick gasps)

- Easy, easy. Welcome back.

(Patrick sighs)

- Shit.

- Sure did.

- Here. We'll find you some clothes.

- How was it?

- Dark trip.

- You saw someone before you blacked out.

- The man who took me?

- What was he wearing?

- Like a suit jacket with patches on the arms.

- What color?

- [Patrick] Plaid.

- Describe his face.

- Melted.

- Before that.

- Bald, thick eyebrows, dark beard.

Look, I'm literally sitting in my own shit.

Can I go change?

- Where'd he take you?

- Through the fucking door, man.

(mysterious music)

(highlighter scratching)

(quick footsteps)

- Do you swear Patrick knew nothing about my father?

(Louis chuckles)

- I mean, he was an art major like 10 years ago.

I doubt he remembers much.

The only reason he comes to campus now is for us.

- I need to talk to him again.

- Okay, But he's outta town right now.

- Is he really stuck in that room?

(Louis sighs)

- The room could just be a connection point,

but we still have a lot to learn.

- I need to see for myself.

- Okay.

Saturday night we're introducing

the ritual portion at an old house off Vernon Street.

- I don't care about some old house.

I need to see my father.

- Okay, right,

but anything that you would experience or see,

it can't be trusted, not yet.

Do you know the significance of 600 South Vernon Street?

- No.

- Good.

You're the only one in the group who doesn't,

and I need your clean mind.

Your first journey has to be

without expectations or connection,

otherwise you can't trust it.

(dishes clattering)

- A scientific experiment on a Saturday night?

- Yes.

- [Steve] Should I be concerned?

- It's 100% safe

- About us.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- [Steve] Then let me come with you.

- No.

- Why not?

- We're performing the ritual in an old house.

It's like a seance.

(Steve laughing)

- Wait, are you like ghost hunting?

- Sort of.

(Steve laughs)

- Please tell me they have all the gadgets.

- See, this is why you can't come. You're too negative.

- You mean realistic?

- This could be real, Steve.

- I thought you were smarter than this.

- Fuck you!

This is a way for me to connect with my father.

So can you just let me have this

without being a complete asshole?

(feet stomping)

- Sure.

(ominous music) (crickets chirping)

(car approaching)

- You nervous?

- I'm gonna shit myself.

- You know, people will vomit together on ayahuasca.

They consider it a bonding experience.

All right, I'll start prepping the tea.

Lower dosage as requested.

- Thank God.

Bathroom's back there if you need it.

- Thanks.

- Where's Patrick?

- Stuck in Scottsdale.

He couldn't get a ride back.

- Bummer.

- Maria, this is your seat. You can sit up.

(tense music)

Hey, the doll represents the vessel passed.

Okay?

- Place these under your shirt.

One under your clavicle and one on your stomach.

- Have you ever done psychedelics?

- Younger days.

- Think of Neil as our anchor.

Boat can't drift away with an anchor.

(tea pouring)

- Hey, Donovan. I'm ready.

The medicine we will be ingesting is Carpophores...

Buck up a little bit.

The medicine we'll be ingesting

is Carpophores Mortis Ostium, approximately 600 micrograms.

Previous dosage was 1,000.

I'm Louis Baxter.

I'm a willing participant,

and I ingest this medicine of my own free will.

I, Donovan Carter,

ingest this medicine of my own free will.

- I, Sara Montes, too, ingest this medicine

of my own free will.

- Smile, baby.

(camera shutter clicks)

(Sara laughs)

- I, Maria Markway,

ingest this medicine of my own free will.

- All right.

- [All] May we find truth through our journey.

(cups clinking)

(Sara groans)

(Louis speaking in foreign language)

(unsettling music)

(Sara panting)

- Is the room spinning?

- Spinning? (chuckles)

No.

- I should've prepped him a bucket. (panting)

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

(Donovan groaning)

(Donovan giggling)

(Donovan giggling and groaning)

- Almost there, baby.

(Donovan groaning and giggling)

(Sara vomiting)

(Sara breathing heavily)

Oh, much better.

(Donovan groaning)

(Donovan giggling)

(demonic laughter)

- I see you. (cackling)

(Sara sobbing)

- I see you. (laughing)

(Sara sobbing)

(Sara screaming)

(Donovan groaning)

(banging on door)

(Sara screaming)

(door rattling)

(Sara gasping)

(eerie music)

- Are you real?

(camera shutter clicks)

Oh, God.

(suspenseful music)

(Donovan screaming) (knife slicing)

(blood spurting)

(Sara sobbing)

(Sara screaming)

(disturbing music)

(Sara screaming)

(Sara gasping)

(eerie music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Donovan.

Donovan.

(Donovan moaning)

Where's Sara?

- Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.

- Sara!

(knocking on door)

Sara!

(knocking on door)

I'm coming in.

Sara?

Sara?

(plastic sheet rustling)

(Sara gasping)

(eerie music)

- Who's holding you?

- I... (inhales sharply)

don't

know.

- Is it a girl?

(suspenseful music)

(chair thuds)

- [Neil] Maria!

- Christ, she's having a seizure!

- [Neil] I'm aware.

She's stabilizing.

- Same vitals as Patrick.

- She's where Patrick was.

(eerie music)

(demon screeching)

- I'm...

(suspenseful music)

dead.

(Maria gasping)

- Easy, easy, easy, easy.

(Maria sobbing)

- Abigail?

- That's her name, isn't it?

- Describe her.

- Teenage.

Dark hair.

Birthmark.

- Where?

- Here.

(Louis chuckles)

(Maria sobbing)

That's her.

- I saw something too.

A man in a tribal mask.

I tried to take a picture.

That's the mask I saw.

- The man who abducted Abigail wore that mask.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Stop what?

You know he butchered three others, right?

With a ceremonial knife.

And kept a body in a bathtub.

- Stop!

Feeding bullshit into our heads!

- Is that what I'm doing?

(Maria sobbing)

- We are leaving.

Now!

And we are taking Maria home!

- [Donovan] Babe, my equipment.

- Neil has a clear head. He can do it.

(Maria sobbing)

- [Maria] Oh, God.

- Maria, I'd really like to go step by step

through everything you experienced.

- We're leaving.

- How about you just let her answer for herself?

How about that?

- I should go.

- We might forget important details.

You need to talk about it.

- She may give false ones in her exhausted state.

- I'll call you tomorrow.

(gentle piano music)

(door opens)

- You're still up.

- Couldn't sleep.

You see any ghosts?

- I'm still processing it.

- Must have been a scary ghost.

(Maria crying)

Maria?

Are we gonna talk about it, or the usual?

Did that TA try something?

- No.

- We can wait till second service.

- I'm not going.

- You missed last week.

- God forgives, right?

(ominous music)

- Why are you creeping?

- You need to see this.

- Close the curtains.

(Sara sighs)

(ominous music)

Where is the regular light bulb?

- This is the mask I saw.

- Hallucinated.

- This could be proof!

- Can I pee?

- I'm calling Neil.

- Ugh!

Light bulb!

- I'll see you there.

- Please close the curtain.

- I'm meeting Neil at the tech lab.

We're going to review the footage.

- Please be objective.

- [Donovan] I always am.

- No, you're not!

Not when you get excited like this.

- I experienced something,

and I got pictures that look just like that something.

- The picture could be anything.

Everything else was in your head.

- I felt the cuts.

Saw my hands bleeding.

I felt death.

And it all matches what happened in that house.

- We know nothing about this drug.

What if it opened us up to post-hypnotic suggestion?

Everything Louis said immediately turned into a memory.

Deja vu.

- You saw a body in the bathtub, didn't you?

- It dragged me and it pinned me down.

- [Donovan] We're safe now.

- Don't go.

- I have to.

Come with me.

- Mm-mm.

(Sara sighs)

(shower running)

(ominous music)

(door creaking)

(shower turns off)

Donovan?

(startling music)

(Sara gasps)

(muffled shouting)

(birds chirping)

(cell phone ringing)

(eerie music)

(cell phone chimes)

(eerie music)

(Maria gasps)

(keyboard keys clicking)

(Sara gasps)

- Eli!

- This is what you saw?

- A ghost, captured on film in corporal form.

- Look, I know you trust what you saw,

but this photo could easily be faked.

You should see this though.

(keyboard keys clicking)

Okay, this is right before we came to the room.

- [Maria] No.

No.

- [Louis] Is it a girl?

(chair thuds)

- Holy shit.

- Again, as evidence to the public,

this could have been staged, but I don't-

- But we know it's real.

- My damn hands are still sore.

We do it again with more controls in place

and get undeniable proof.

(Maria breathing heavily)

- Maria?

(Maria gasps)

You okay?

(Maria sniffling)

You need to tell me everything that happened last night.

- I saw someone.

A girl who was murdered in the house,

and I think she's still with me.

- A ghost?

- This is who I saw.

And I didn't know anything about this before.

Donovan and Sara saw two other ghosts,

details they didn't know before either.

- How well do you know these people?

- Well enough to believe them.

(Maria's breath shaking)

(unsettling music)

(Maria gasps)

(Maria breathing heavily)

(keyboard keys clicking)

Eli.

- Who?

- Eli Jenkins, brother of Abigail Jenkins,

witnessed her murder.

He was only eight. Ended up in an institution.

No records past his 18th birthday.

- He probably changed his name.

Wouldn't you?

People judge, take advantage,

claim to be in contact with those you lost.

- I need to know more.

I need to know if this is real or not.

(Steve kisses)

- There are two major theories

that define how language, thought and society are related.

The first theory was actually formulated

by Edward Sapir and Benjamin Whorf.

They both argue that language determines culture.

Whereas the second major theory

is that culture is determined by the language.

To his example,

we'll start with the writing system of the Incas.

- You didn't text me back.

- I'm sorry.

I haven't heard from her.

Have you been seeing anything strange?

- [Louis] I don't know.

I'm not really sure how to handle that, honestly.

- Looks like everyone's here except Sara.

- Have you called her friends and her family?

- Her suitcase was gone,

so I figured she jetted to her mom's,

but her mom hasn't seen or heard from her.

- We need to tell them.

- Tell us what?

- It's just we haven't heard from Patrick either.

- So?

- So, Patrick was there that night in the bathroom.

- Why the fuck?

In the bathroom?

Along with Sara?

- Okay, look.

In order for this to be an accurate scientific study,

I needed to recreate the ritual as closely as possible.

Okay? And the ritual requires human sacrifice.

Okay, obviously we weren't gonna kill anyone,

but we had to recreate the energy that's exerted upon death

as closely as possible.

You had to believe it, both of you. That was the point.

- I was in the mask.

- You?

- I'm sorry about your hands.

It was a wooden knife, and you just kept flailing at me.

- You don't play us like that!

- Not me! Not Sara!

And you sure as hell don't put her in a room

alone with Patrick!

- I don't think he would ever do-

- Call him.

- Yeah, he won't answer.

- [Donovan] What about his place?

- We've tried it multiple times. No one's been home.

- So it was all bullshit?

- No, not what happened to you.

- They leaned you back in the chair and let you fall.

- That's not what...

- Check for yourself.

Don't trust him.

I'm going after Patrick.

- Okay.

Look, you saw Abigail, right?

We didn't fake that.

- We didn't fake the levitation.

I'm sorry.

- Three years sober.

- I know, Maria, okay, but it was worth it.

What you experienced, it was real, all of it.

- It's not.

But I keep seeing her.

- But does she speak to you?

- No.

She just stares.

- She's with you.

Look.

Abigail was my sister.

And I'm Eli Jenkins.

Maria, you of all people,

you have to understand what it would mean to me

to have her back.

- What a cruel trick!

- Maria, I'm not...

(feet stomping)

- Patrick!

(crickets chirping)

You piece of fucking shit!

(dogs barking)

(door rattles)

(ominous music)

Patrick?

Patrick!

(actors moaning)

- [Actor] Oh, yeah.

(actors moaning)

(actors moaning)

- [Actor] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

(actors moaning)

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!

(actors moaning)

(suspenseful music)

- Sara.

Wake up, baby.

Come on. Baby, wake up.

(assailant cackling)

- You wanna get fucked?

(assailant cackling)

- What the fuck?

(pair grunting)

(punch slams)

(assailant growling and cackling)

(Patrick wheezing and cackling)

- Awake...

(Donovan choking)

but not awake.

(Donovan cackling)

(Maria gasps)

(chair thuds)

(footsteps approaching)

- [Sara] Oh my God, she's having a seizure!

- [Neil] I'm aware.

(computer mouse clicks)

(unsettling music)

- It was all bullshit.

But I keep seeing her.

- The girl?

- Must be lingering effects from...

I hit my head. That's why I'm seeing things.

- Then we need to take you to see a doctor.

- Tomorrow, okay?

My TA says he's Abigail's brother.

- There's no way that's true.

- His name is Louis Baxter.

Help me prove he's not Eli.

(Maria kisses)

I'm gonna try to sleep.

(keyboard keys clicking)

(Steve sighs)

(mysterious music)

(keyboard keys clicking)

- [Louis] The medicine we will be ingesting

is Carpophores...

Back up a little bit.

The medicine we'll be ingesting

is Carpophores Mortis Ostium, approximately 600 micrograms.

Previous dosage was a 1,000.

(water dripping)

- Maria.

Maria.

You had a seizure.

What did you take?

- Cave fungus.

- Like peyote or something?

You're an addict!

- Hallucinogens aren't addictive.

- Are you fucking serious?

- I'm not addicted to this!

- No, you're just stuck in some kind of flashback hell!

- It was a mistake. A bad choice.

- Why would you?

- For my dad, okay?

I thought I could see him again.

- You need help.

- I don't need recovery.

- A regular doctor

to make sure that you didn't get a concussion or something.

- Okay.

(Steve sighs)

(unsettling music)

(Maria gasps)

- Well, no sign of concussion,

but your pineal gland is enlarged.

Have you had any unusual stimuli lately?

- No.

- Could that explain hallucinations?

- Oh, the pineal gland produces melatonin,

a lack of which can cause insomnia.

Insomnia can cause hallucinations.

The brain needs rest.

I can prescribe a sleep aid for you.

- She's an addict.

- Recovered. Three years.

- Well, you can do an over-the-counter melatonin.

See how you're feeling in a few days,

and if you're still having trouble, come back and see me.

- Great. Thank you, Doctor.

- Why would you tell her I'm an addict?

- Because it's true, and it's relevant.

You could get hooked on the sleeping pills.

- And if I can't sleep and go out of my fucking mind?

- You just need to come down off that stuff you took.

- You sound like a goddam afterschool special.

- You look like a goddam strung out junkie.

- Thanks.

- What I mean is you don't look healthy.

(Maria breathes deeply)

I couldn't find anything on Louis Baxter before 18.

- Doesn't prove anything.

- I found Abigail and Eli's mom.

- She's alive?

- She lives two counties over.

- We need to go see her. Now.

- Not a word about the ghost.

(engine starts)

(ominous music)

(engine shuts off)

(dog barking)

(knocking on door)

- Don't mention Louis.

- You bill collectors?

- No, ma'am. We're looking for your son, Eli.

- You police?

- No

- Reporters?

Look, he's got a new life now, okay?

No need messing that up.

- We're from the reunion committee at Fulton High.

We know Eli didn't graduate with us,

but we still feel he was part of our class.

- That's thoughtful.

I haven't seen him since he turned 18.

We both thought that best.

- We're making an updated senior yearbook.

It would be great to have a photo of him, even from then.

- I don't have many left, but let me see.

Here.

(troubling music)

I hope he's doing well wherever he is.

- Thank you for your time.

(dog barking)

- It's all true.

- Just because it's him

doesn't mean all that ghost crap is real.

You were out of your mind on some drug.

- What if it is?

- Why won't you tell your mom where you are?

- Because I remind her of what happened.

- You saw it happen.

- I did.

And I want her back.

- I still see her in every reflection.

- Has she said anything to you.

- No. She just stares.

- Look, we need another ceremony.

This weekend.

To communicate with her.

- And then my father.

- Of course.

(intense music)

(crickets chirping)

(Maria sobbing)

(Maria panting)

- Maria?

Maria.

- Don't touch me!

Who are you? Where's Eli?

- Maria, it's me, Steve.

- Let go of me!

I need to find Eli!

Eli?

Eli?

Eli!

Eli!

Eli!

Eli!

(intense music)

(low thrumming)

Where am I?

(disturbing music)

Who are you?

Are you okay?

(Maria whimpers)

Abigail.

- You have visitors.

(Maria breathing heavily)

Let's go.

- Sit!

You look awful.

- I haven't been sleeping much.

- Swear to me this is the last time.

- This is the last time.

- I don't believe you.

I'll pay your tuition at any other university.

- I earned that scholarship.

- That scholarship was given to you out of pity

and respect for your father,

whose good name you're ruining.

- I'm not ruining anything.

- Aren't you?

How terribly disappointed he would be.

- He'd be disappointed in you.

- You never could take any responsibility for your actions.

You're still the same ungrateful,

spoiled little brat you always were.

- If Dad were here,

he'd be so upset with the way that you abandoned me,

blamed me, drove me into guilt.

He'd tell you to your face

what a disgraceful excuse for a mother you are,

you cold-hearted bitch!

- But he's not here, is he, Maria?

You flunked out.

You're on your own.

In fact, you can start by paying

for your own treatment here.

It's time you kids grew up.

(feet stomping)

(somber music)

- She'll cover one more week, but never again.

- Fuck you for calling her!

And fuck you for asking for more money!

- We can't afford this.

- Then I'll just come home.

- The night I put you here,

you scared the shit outta me.

You weren't you.

And I didn't know what to do.

These people, they can help you while it wears off.

I want you healthy again.

Your mother does too.

- No, she doesn't.

- Her addict daughter's back in rehab.

Of course she's going the tough love route.

- She doesn't love me.

She never did.

My father did though.

I remember he used to take out this plastic tube

and shake it like a rattle.

One day I was curious what made that rattle sound,

and I found it in his jacket.

So I opened it up and found these little white pellets.

And I thought those aren't as pretty as cake sprinkles.

'Cause I was four, and I loved cake sprinkles.

And I wanted my daddy

to have pretty sprinkles in his rattle.

(Maria cries)

So when he had his heart attack in the lecture hall

and went for the medicine that could save his life,

I can't imagine what went through his head,

- Maria, he couldn't possibly blame you.

- She does.

She wouldn't even let me cry at his funeral.

And I've been on my own with it ever since.

She never wanted me.

She only had me to please him.

She never loved me.

And I'm beginning to have my doubts about you.

- Maria, I do love you.

- I know.

It's me who's having doubts.

(somber music)

(keyboard keys clicking)

(cell phone chimes)

(cell phone keys tapping)

- [Steve] Hello, Eli.

(Louis chuckles)

- Oh, I did not think she would tell you.

- I went with her.

Run down house down in Kern County.

She misses you.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

Well, it was her idea for me to leave.

- I'm guessing you wouldn't want the university

to find out about your past, or your experiments.

- Of which Maria is a willing participant.

- Promising someone they can see their dead father is frau.

- Not if it's true.

- Could you just leave her the fuck alone, okay?

(Louis chuckles)

She has a shot at a normal life,

a career in her father's field.

She'll be back in a week

and I suggest you resign from her class before then.

- A week?

Why?

- She's detoxing from that shit you gave her.

It nearly broke her!

(Louis sighs)

- Steve.

You know we both know that you need her broken,

because once she's better, she'll leave you.

- Lights out.

(eerie music)

Lights out!

(Maria gasping)

- You ungrateful little bitch!

(Maria gasping)

(Abigail screeching)

(Maria panting)

Time for your medicine.

(Maria sobbing)

(Maria choking)

(birds chirping)

(chain rattling)

(gate creaking)

(ominous music)

- Donovan?

(tense music)

(door opens)

- Hey, Patrick.

What do you got going on here?

- [Patrick] Got you going on here.

- That's Sara, right?

Eventually, you're gonna get caught,

and you're gonna go to jail, or worse.

This is a side effect of the drug.

Just stop, and you just have to go to rehab.

Everyone's still alive. We can all just walk away,

We'll get you the help you need.

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)

(bear trap snaps)

(Neil screaming)

Please, stop!

Stop, stop!

It wasn't real! None of it was real!

(Patrick grunts) (bat whacks)

(bat clatters)

(Patrick cackling)

- Another visitor.

- I'm not talking to either one of them.

- Someone new.

(Maria sighs)

- How'd you find me?

- Steve paid me a lovely visit.

And there's only so many rehab clinics in the area.

Maria, you don't belong here.

- I don't really have a choice.

- Well, are you a danger to yourself?

- Hard to tell.

- Clinically diagnosed?

- No.

- Then you can leave.

- What if I don't want to?

(Louis chuckles)

- Yeah, you hate these places more than I do.

(Maria sighs)

- She took over me.

My body.

It was like I was watching from the outside.

- Yeah, she's trying to communicate.

- Yeah, well it's fucking me up.

- You're tethered.

And I can try to fix that

and unbind you and connect her to me,

but I can't do that with you in here.

I get my sister, and then we'll get you your father.

(Maria exhales)

I texted Neil, and he's prepping the house for tonight.

Do you see her?

- Tell me something only you and Abigail would know

so she knows I'm with you.

- Do you think...

You think she can hear me?

- I don't know.

But if she can.

- Okay.

(Louis chuckles)

She hated ice cream.

I know. Who hates ice cream?

But she always gave me hers.

She said she'd sock me if I told anyone.

She didn't want the other kids

to think she was weird or something.

And I didn't mind,

(tender piano music)

You know, the only one allowed to pick on me was her.

I remember a bully was picking on me in first grade,

so she gave him a bloody lip.

She got expelled because she was like four years older

and two feet taller than him.

And mom took her out for ice cream

for defending her little brother.

I told her I thought that was funny.

You know,

tables turned, she wouldn't have hesitated.

But I just stood there, watching,

until she was gone.

(knocking on door)

Look, you need to tell him this is your choice, okay?

(knocking on door)

- Where is she?

- Hi to you too.

She's here. She'll talk to you.

- What did he put in that?

- Chamomile.

- We're leaving.

- I'm not going back to the clinic.

- Fine, I'll take you to our place.

- I can't.

Not yet.

- For your own safety, I'm deciding for you.

- Stop!

- Back off!

- Okay.

But it's her choice.

- She's in no condition to choose.

- Really?

Seems fine to me.

You need to leave.

- He's lying to you.

- He's not.

I'm doing this to help him, and to help me.

I can see my father again.

- I'm sorry. It doesn't work like that.

Anytime, day or night,

you call me, and I take you home.

(Louis sighs)

- He'll never understand.

(door closes)

(tense music)

(horn honking)

(engine starts)

I just need to grab a couple things. I'll be ready to go.

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

(banging on door)

- You again.

- We found your son.

He's a TA at Kingsport University.

- Good for him.

- He's using a fake name. Louis Baxter.

I can give you his office number.

- No.

I'm not gonna mess that up for him, and neither should you.

- That's not my intention.

- What most people don't know about Abigail's death

is that it wasn't the man that stabbed her.

Eli did.

(unsettling music)

Said it wasn't his sister no more.

Doctor said it was a trauma, but I know my son.

I will deny everything that I just told you to protect him,

even deny him being my son.

Best not cross him.

(unsettling music)

(cell phone ringing)

- Maria, you need to call me back!

I just spoke to Louis's mother.

He may be dangerous. Call me.

(engine starts)

(engine revs)

(crickets chirping)

(car approaching)

(cell phone keys tapping)

(cell phone chimes)

- Guess that means he is ready for us.

(ominous music)

- What do you want me to say to her?

If I can.

- Tell her that her younger brother loves her.

He misses her.

He's sorry about what happened.

- Where's Neil?

- He's here.

Everyone's here to play their part.

(suspenseful music)

(car approaching)

(banging on door)

- Louis!

Maria, open up!

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

(Maria moans)

(soft music)

(Maria gasping)

- You know this was always about bringing my sister back.

And we came close. We did.

I mean, we tried.

It's just, unfortunately,

the sacrifices, they're necessary.

(Maria sobbing)

Drink it!

(Maria choking)

(Maria coughing)

You know, I hid the blade here in the house.

Then I came back for it once I was released.

I was surprised it was still here.

You know, I put a lot into this.

Years of research and studying and playing Mr. TA.

You know, writing lesson plans and shit!

Annoying.

But worth it

now that I've finally figured it all out.

You know, I can hear it right now.

It's like this

subtle presence, you know,

and it's saying that it needs blood.

By the way, Patrick, he heard it first.

I'm just throwing that out there.

Hey, credit where credit's due.

(Patrick giggling)

You ready?

Like we practiced.

(suspenseful music)

(Patrick speaking in foreign language)

(Neil gasping)

- No, no, no. Please, wait, no!

No, no, don't!

(knife slices)

(Maria screaming and sobbing)

- Oh.

You know, the ritual requires three souls given

for one returned.

(Maria sobbing)

And a vessel for the returned soul.

- What the fuck is this shit, man?

(Sara sobbing)

(Patrick speaking in foreign language)

(knife slices)

(Sara screams)

(Donovan choking)

(Sara sobbing)

- See, would you be willing to go this far

to bring your father back?

Because I don't think you would.

Hey, I wasn't lying

about you seeing your father again, okay?

I'm just gonna send you to him instead.

(Sara crying)

Then I get my sister back.

Win-win.

- How can you just kill them?

- "How can you just kill them?"

That's why I have Patrick.

(Sara sobbing)

(Patrick speaking in foreign language)

(knife slices)

(Maria crying)

Do you see it?

(suspenseful music)

(Louis speaking in foreign language)

(tools rattling)

(Louis speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(chair creaking)

Hey, Maria, come on.

You of all people

have to know what it would mean to have her back.

(dramatic music)

(Abigail wheezing)

(Abigail screeching)

(Maria panting)

(Maria screams)

- [Patrick] It's happening! (giggling)

(crowbar slams)

(crowbar clangs)

(Steve grunts)

- Steve.

(Maria panting)

(Abigail screeching)

(Steve shouts)

(Maria panting)

Steve.

I think I'm okay.

(knife stabs)

(Maria screams)

(Maria sobs)

(Steve groaning)

- You should have just stayed home.

I didn't go through all of this just to lose her again.

(suspenseful music)

- The pipe.

(Maria sobbing)

(knife slices) (Steve groans)

(crowbar smacks)

(Maria panting)

(knife stabs) (Louis groans)

You can't have her.

(Louis shouts)

(Louis groaning)

- I guess we both lose.

I'll see you soon, Abby.

- Steve.

(Maria crying)

(Patrick groaning)

(Maria crying)

(Maria grunts) (blood spurts)

(Maria crying)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

Welcome back.

As confusing as this must be,

we have a more immediate problem.

(eerie music)

You're now in the body of a murderer.

Patrick was the fall guy by design, I'm sure.

I see what is possible now.

I can reach my father, bring him back even.

But I can't do it alone.

I need your help.

You've already killed one person.

What's a few more?

And then we can move you into someone else's body.

- I'll help you get your father back on one condition.

After him, we get my sister

(unsettling music)

- Deal.

(Patrick chuckles)

(eerie music)

(unsettling music)

(Patrick chuckles)

(dramatic music)