All language subtitles for Blue Hour - The Disappearance of Nick Brandret 2023

Our top story tonight,
a Rochester woman is speaking out

about the desperate search
for her husband, Nick Brandreth.

A man disappeared on Thursday

and now his wife and kids are panicking.

Rochester police are asking for your help
finding a missing man.

He’s six feet 180 pounds.

He was last seen

wearing a light blue shirt,
khaki pants and was known to wear glasses.

Volunteers and rescue teams
met up this morning.

Search crews were back out with canine
teams, a scuba team

and an aerial unit from Rochester
Police Department.

Family members
say they just want to know he's safe.

Anyone with information
should contact Rochester police.

That number is on our website
at WBCCnews.com

Police say they’ve searched everywhere
to try and find him

but the fact of the matter is,
he's gone without a trace.

My name is Francine --

Do it to the camera.

My name is Francine Brandreth
and I live in Rochester, New York.

I work at the Wallace Library at RIT.

And I have a daughter named Olivia.

Which you already know about.

Hi, Mom.

In 1997, my husband Nick…

he…

in 199-.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I shouldn't be crying in your movie.

Mom.

Years of this.

This piece of my life,

of me missing.

And I just have no idea what happened.

No closure.

Right. No closure.

We're going to find out what happened to Dad.

We will.

Okay.

You don't sound very convinced.

Oh, it's not you, honey.

I-I know you want to help.

What, what is it?

0-5A take one, mark.

My name is Olivia Brandreth.

I'm originally from Rochester, New York
and I'm a filmmaker

working in documentary
and investigative projects

True crime, mostly.

Nick Brandreth was my father.

He went missing in 1997.

Police remain baffled in the disappearance
of Nick Brandreth,

who after weeks
of searching remains missing.

I think this was

1988 around there, maybe.

Wow. This is an old house.

Yeah.

Do you remember it?

I think so. Yeah.

I always loved this picture.

Nicholas Brandreth was born
in the summer of 1958

in Buffalo, New York.

My father liked to say

that the life of a photographer

is a life dedicated
to manipulating light.

Ironically,he was born
during a city wide blackout.

His father, Oliver Brandreth,
managed a bank downtown.

He was a dedicated
member of the Elks Lodge,

an outdoorsman
and a fan of the Bills.

His mother, Amelia,
was an Italian immigrant

that stayed at home with Nick

and his two older siblings,
Peter and Mary Anne.

My name is Mary Anne Stoughton

and Nick Brandreth was my little brother.

He still is my little brother, I suppose.

Nick would get lost in his own ideas.

Even growing up, he was so
very focused on making all kinds of things.

Photos, art, even woodworking.

This was the first picture
Nick had published.

He was 11.

We had so many copies of this newspaper
when it came out,

they were all over the house.

Our father was supportive.

He let Nick arrange
a little workspace

in the basement for him
to make his pictures.

It kept him busy.

But our mom.

Oh, she loved it.

She was so excited that Nick
had found a calling

and an artistic one at that.

Nick and I met in 1978

when he was studying at RIT.

It was his sophomore year.

I had just graduated high school

and I got a job at the library part time.

So, in walks this guy with a camera

and he's taking pictures
of all the stacks.

Photos and photos of books.

It seemed funny to me,
but to your father,

he always saw the world

in a different way.

It is weird,

you know, not being back,
but being back for this

Hm.

- Yeah, I can only imagine.
- Yeah.

Oh, Rochester.

- Does it look like you remember?
- Yeah, for the most part.

Hello my name is Chris Donovan.

I am producer,

camera operator...

- Editor.
- Editor.

Graphic designer.

- Jack of all trades.
- Master of all trades.

I met Olivia

while we were attending
NYU in 2004,

and we've been

making films ever since.

Well, this certainly looks different.

This was Benton Photo Supply

My dad used to come here all the time.

Not much to see now, is it?

Not really.

I think this was my father's favorite place

in the whole city.

It makes sense to start here.

The Great Lakes have become
the fourth seacoast for the United States,

with Rochester as the focal point.

Genesee is an Indian word,
meaning beautiful valley.

And still today, no description more aptly

fits this area of the world.

Olivia!

- Hi, Harry. How are you?
- Good.

Look at you, you’re all grown up.

- Come on in, come on in.
- Oh, thanks.

Watch your step there.

My name is Harry Benton
and I ran Benton Photo Supply

from 1970 until 1999.

Do you miss it?
- The store? No, I don't think so.

But I am sad that it's gone.

It's strange to outlive your career.

Anyway, I don't think Benton Photo Supply

is the subject for today, is it?

No, well not exactly.

But it was a big part of my father's story.

Your dad was a regular.

He bought countless,
countless rolls of film.

I ended up just letting him use a darkroom

because she was around all the time.

I don't think I met anyone

who ever fired off
more film than your father.

After I closed the store,

I set up in here just to stay busy.

Your father used all of this stuff.

The same inlarger. The loops.

Hell, the changing bags might even be his.

I brought that inlarger for my home.

- It predates the store.
- Wow.

Oh, no, no, it's fine.

I don't think it can be broken.

Go right ahead.
It'll probably be around after I'm gone.

Harry Benton's
darkroom is a treasure trove.

35mm equipment was just built differently.

I can't believe how much of it
still works.

Some people think a camera

or a fast lens will make something magical.

They forget, you need to make the image.

Your father, he understood how to shape

and capture what was already there.

In the frame…

in the exposure…

and in the light.

Even today, when I hear the word
photographer, I think light manipulator.

Yeah, those are Nick's words alright.

I am in the dark room of Rochester's own,
Nick Brandreth,

an award winning photographer
who has had his work published everywhere

from National Geographic
to Sports Illustrated.

Nick is our local artist spotlight

this week and you've probably seen his work already.

- Hi Nick.
- Hi Lauren thanks for having me.

Well, thanks for joining me.

- You've got some really, really great stuff here.
- I appreciate that.

I put a lot of myself into my work
and I really hope that

that shows through
when people look at my photographs.

So what are you working on right now?

Actually, I've got really into the older photo

processes, so this one's kind of special
to us, especially here in Rochester.

This is called a gelatin dry plate
and this is what

Mr.Eastman made his fortune with.

Dusty. Sorry about that.

It’s all right.

Most of this stuff
has been packed up for years,

I just never had the heart
to get rid of it.

What's this?

It's weird.

I think it's a trap camera.

A trap camera?

The trap camera is unique

because the photo was taken not by you,
the photographer, but by the subject.

- The subject takes the photo?
- Exactly.

Fantastic.

Once the KTC-125

has been placed, a trip wire controlling
the camera is set.

Springing the trip line will release
the shutter, taking the photograph.

This makes the trap camera
extremely useful in photography of

elusive wildlife, dangerous wartime documentation

and other scenarios unfit

for a photographer himself.

What do you think he was trying
to photograph with the trap camera?

Wolves. Bears.

- Poachers?
- Could be.

Wolves? No, not in Rochester.

But I've seen this camera before.

HCT. Horace Cody Taylor.

Your old man,
he found that camera with some friends

at a junk swap.

Do you have those photos?

Hang tight.

Please

don't make me regret showing you this.

I won't.

Are we still rolling?

- Yeah, right?
- Actually um...

I have to switch out the mag.

Okay, let's cut.

We've been fortunate
to have agreeable subjects.

However,
they've already been well documented.

But when Harry told us about
Horace Cody Taylor, we had our first piece

of real new information
about my father's disappearance.

Unfortunately, our new lead

died nearly 100 years ago.

Born in New York City in 1888.

Horace Cody Taylor was an inventor…

photographer

and cartographer.

A patent filed in 1916 in New York City
and a series of survey

maps from 1923 corroborate
the timeline we got from Harry.

However, after 1931,

there is no information on Horace
Cody Taylor.

No record of a death,

sale of his property,
next of kin, nothing.

I processed these negatives.

After your father,

after everything happened.

Here, take a look for yourselves.

- These are all his?
- Yeah

I told you your father shot a lot of film.

There must be hundreds of images
here, Harry.

Yeah.

Whoa!

Yeah, whoa.

Check this out.

What am I looking at?

- Is that a door?
- Just…

in the middle of nothing?

And what is that up in front?

- A bear maybe?--
- No.

I don't like this Olivia.

Is this a cult?

No, not really.

More like an extremely old religion.

Sort of a naturalistic following is what

your father thought.

So a cult?

I wouldn't be so quick to label things

that you don't understand.

Okay.

Who are they Harry?

I don't know.

That's what your father
was trying to figure out, but…

Tune into Rochester News.

a local man has gone missing.

Police remain
hopeful that they will find answers

in the disappearance of photographer
Nick Brandreth.

It has been three weeks since Brandreth’s
pickup…

truck was found parked
outside of Haddonfield State Forest,

where a 9mm firearm,
a spent shell casing…

and a number of cameras were recovered…

in an apparent suicide.

If you have any information regarding
the disappearance of Nick Brandreth...

please call the Rochester PD tip line.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you and good night.

- We really gonna use this?
- Yeah, I think so.

Okay.

Yeah of course,

prior to the project, I knew that Olivia's
father had gone missing.

Go on.

You know, typically,
after so much time has passed,

these kind of cases rarely get resolved.

What do we got?

Not much yet.

Haddonfield Lake is surrounded by woods,

with the exception
of this stretch of highway.

According to the police,
my father's truck was found

over here in the eastern entrance.

You know, Detective Frank Lynch
still works for Rochester Police.

Yep. looks like he's Captain Lynch now.

I guess
they promote incompetence from within.

What?

You want to tell us how you really feel?

No, I just did.

I remember your dad's case.

You know,
we don't get too much heavy crime up here.

Heavy crime?

Your rapes, your murders, homicides.

Every now and then I'm sure they happen.

But for the most part
it's pretty quiet up here.

I'm Captain Frank Lynch of the RPD.

Back in 1997, I was the lead

detective in the Brandreth
missing persons case.

In 1997 there wasn’t much to report.

Your father went out in the woods

near Haddonfield
Lake late one night in July.

September.

What?

My father went missing on September 28th.

Anyway, he went out in the woods

and never came back.

My father went missing on September 28th,

1997.

Police searched for two weeks
before they released a statement

that my father's death was a suicide.

Hi, Dad.

Did you believe the police statement

that Dad's death was a suicide?

No, not a bit.

And I never trusted that Detective Lynch.

Why not?

Suicide was a way

for the police
to skirt their responsibility.

It just doesn't make sense.

Do you ever go out in Haddonfield woods

fishing or hiking, maybe.

I used to go there
when I was a kid, but not anymore.

Why is that?

Well, in general I don't make it a habit
of hanging out in old crime scenes.

But we spent nearly a month

looking for your old man.

We never saw an animal.

It was so quiet up there,

you couldn't even hear any birds.

Weird place.

Honestly, we didn't have much to go on.

We found a 9 mm handgun
with a spent round.

Your father's prints were on the firearm.

Sorry, Olivia

it was a suicide.

- But the body--
- The body was never recovered,

that is correct.

- That didn't strike you as odd?
- Yeah, it did.

It struck me as very odd.

We canvased the clients
that he had invoiced,

friends, family.

No motives. No suspects.

No indication of foul play at all.

This is heading down a dangerous path.

Harry?

Olivia.

You don't think
my father's death was a suicide, do you?

No one who really knew Nick Brandreth

ever believed that story.

[ Olivia } Captain Lynch,

how long have you been a detective?

Lead detective.

Right. Excuse me.

How long had you been a lead
detective in 1997?

What difference does that make?

There is often a defensiveness
amongst law enforcement.

That tension between what's right
and what's right by the book.

It's always there.

If my father shot himself, why was the
firearm found but not the body?

We figured some kids found the gun,

started playing with it, having some fun,
you know.

They moved the gun
from the original crime scene.

Your answer is children
playing with a handgun?

Are here to bust
my chops lady, what is this?

It's not unusual that,

Frank reacted like that.

He knows something.

Did you ever follow up with anyone else?

Yes, we hired a private investigator
to help us make sense of things.

Hired is just another way of saying

we lit $20,000 on fire.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Brandreth, but do you

remember the name
of the private investigator?

Hank Arbaghast.

Weird guy.

Real pain in the ass.

- Arbaghast?
- That’s it.

Arbaghast.

What a loon.

I'll never forget the name,

and I'll never forget him.

Why is that?

Because he felt that my husband

entered a parallel dimension.

I'm sorry, what?

A parallel dimension.

- Mm hmm
- Uh..

Yeah, it's
hard to forget that kind of crazy.

Say do you like mystery stories?

Well, we have one for you.

The mystery is time.

If our story is true,

before we're finished,
I think you'll agree

that truth is stranger
than the strangest fiction.

In 1998 a book on my father's
disappearance was released.

Blue Hour touched on a number
of unexplained aspects of the case,

but ultimately supported
the official police statement.

Hank Arbaghast’s
theories were discredited

as the insane ramblings
of a madman

in the book's final publication.

Now, is this a simmer or a boil?

Yes, a simmer.

- It's simmering right now.
-Simmer.

You got it.

She's upset.

I'm not upset.

I'm just focused.

She's upset.

She always did that when she was
a little girl with her homework.

Thank you, Mrs.Brandreth,

this looks great.

You're welcome. I appreciate the help.

- Salute!
- Salute!

- This is very weird.
- Shh.

- Luke, you gonna eat?
- Sure am.

Mangiamo.

Photography as a hobby

can lead to photography
as a career, and often does.

But professional work calls for a lot more

than just snapping pictures here
and there.

Laboratory or darkroom assistants
and technicians

have an opportunity to learn
how to mix chemicals…

to develop films,

to retouch negatives

and to make prints.

Here it is.

I don’t really know what I'm looking at.

You think I understand what this is?

I just made the photo.

Jesus.

Are you sure my dad wasn't staging these?

If this was some sort of an art piece,
Nick was really committed.

Yeah.

This is wild.

Did you ever show these to the police?

Of course, it seemed relevant.

- It still seems relevant.
- Yeah, I'd say so.

You told Captain Lynch
about this photo, of these people?

Yeah, I told Captain Lynch.

He said they were fakes.

He laughed me out of the station.

Fakes?

Another long day searching for missing
photographer Nick Brandreth.

I am here with Detective Frank Lynch,
whose investigating--

Lead detective.

Lead detective Frank Lynch.

Earlier today, our station was delivered
these unsettling photographs.

Here we go.

What's with the photography?

- Always with the pictures.
- I'm sorry.

Are you already aware
of these photographs?

Yeah, I'm familiar with them.

- Would you care to comment?
- No. Not really.

It's a hoax.

But he didn't want anything

that he couldn't wrap his head around.

Who knew
how many other case sit would impact.

Other cases?

Well…

if it's happened,
maybe it's been happening?

Right.

I see what you're saying.

Can you start by introducing yourself?

My name is Marissa Biondi,
formerly of WQCB,

where I was a field reporter.

Mostly the job consisted of local events
and happenings, stuff like that.

But um…

I covered the Nick Brandreth case.

We don't get a lot of national news
coming out of Rochester

but your father's case
really struck a nerve.

Nick Brandreth?

It's just super tragic
and, you know,

my heart really goes out
to his family and

They find a gun
and a casing

and decide it’s suicide?

What, did he kill himself
and then walk off?

Well, it's not like the most comforting
thought

when you put it that way.

I think the media is going to say

whatever they want,

but you know,

only God knows what really happened.

Nick Brandreth?

They're making excuses

for the fact
that they had no idea

what happened.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's the guy that himself off
in the woods, right?

Why do you think that was?

Well,

the police didn't
do themselves any favors

by declaring your
father's disappearance

a suicide so quickly.

It felt flimsy from the start.

There were other things.

You mean the photos?

I remember these.

It's a hoax.

Come on, Marisa,
don't bring me this garbage.

It’s just a bunch of freaks

playing with triangles
and halloween costumes.

- I'm wondering if--
- No!

excuse me, detective.

I'm Marisa Biondi
with WQCB, Rochester.

It was impossible

to get the police
to consider anything.

They had their answer,
they liked that answer

and that was it.

And we're gonna have
a couple of cop cars

coming soon

- which is going to be perfect--
- We’re rolling.

Hi, my name's Olivia Brandreth.

I'm here to see Captain Lynch.

One, moment please.

Olivia.

Thank you for meeting
with me again Captain

I promise
this will be quick.

Okay.

What is this
supposed to be?

I was hoping you could tell me?

What? Is this joke?

You've seen this photograph

before haven't you?

This is fake.

Photoshop.

This is photoshop.

Captain, this is from a 35 mm

negative taken
by my father in 1997.

I watched it get developed
by hand a few hours ago.

- Captain Lynch?
- Yes?

You told me there were no

other persons of interest
in my father's disappearance.

There weren’t.

Then who are these people?

I don't know.

Well, the private investigator
my mother hired...

- We’ve already talked about Arbaghast
- I know.

But do you have any idea
where I could find him?

That guy is a nut job.

You aren't gonna learn
anything from him.

I believe you

but any information
at all might help.

Please?

Can you help me understand

what happened to my father?

Wait here a minute.

What happened ?

Arbaghast’s address.

- Well, I hope so.
- How?

Lynch.

He slid across the table,
and he just stormed off.

All right.

Oh, my god.

Whew.

Was that legal?

Recording conversation

or him giving you the address?

Either one.

No.

Maybe he just felt bad.

He is a bad cop.

That too.

Okay.

Hey!

- Turn the cameras off.
- Hank Arbaghast?

My name's Olivia Brandreth.

Turn the camera off.

- Sure no problem--
- Camera!

- Hank Arbaghast?
- Yeah?

My name is Olivia Brandreth,
you were investigating

my father's disappearance.

Figured it's about time
you guys showed up.

Mr.Arbaghast, would you be willing

to appear in our documentary ?

Can you please sign this release?

Let me read it again.

I’ve forgotten all the fine print.

Uh, yeah - of course.

My name is Hank Arbaghast.

I’ve been a private investigator
for over 25 years

depending on how you count
the passage of time.

In 1997, I was hired
by Francine Brandreth

to find her husband…

which I did.

I'm sorry. What did you just say?

I found your father
back in 1997.

Regardless of the ridiculous claims

made by the Rochester Police Department.

Nick Brandreth is
in a place called the Beyond.

You mean the doorway?

The Beyond the hub

for the space time
continuum.

Where every
moment of our reality,

of this reality,
rotates around this dimension.

And when
the doorways line up,

you can move from
one moment in time

to the next.

Mr. Arbaghast,

I think we need
to start at the beginning.

No, we don't.

You're just saying

- a lot of things I don't understand.
- Yet.

Things you
don't understand yet.

And where are these doorways?

When are the doorways.

That's the question
you want to ask.

It's all right there

in the title of
your daddy's book.

Blue Hour?

Yes.

You can know
where to go

but without the wind
you'll never find it.

You follow the light,

chase the
shadows to the end.

Then you can
move beyond.

And my father

went into one
of these doorways?

Not willingly,
but that's right.

I’ve been collecting information
on this, on them,

for a while.

Who are they?

Acolytes.

Runaways.

Gypsies.

Believe it or not, one was a lawyer.

Are they dangerous?

Mostly no, no.

But, you know how people can get
when they really believe in something.

They act irrational.

Do you have any idea

why the doorway’s
in Rochester?

That is where
that doorway is.

Different doorways,
different places.

But again, most important

different point in time.

I came out of a
door in Bar Harbor, in 1832,

another in Dallas, 63.

London, 1888.

And these people worship the doors?

No, they protect them.

The acolytes worship
the Obsidian Pyramid.

Excuse me?

Mr. Arbaghast?

I forgot where I was
for a moment.

We're nearly finished.

Your father didn't
commit suicide.

He’s become possessed.

He now serves
the Obsidian Pyramid.

The what?

Doorways.

Doorwaysfrom one point
in time to another.

Some would say wormholes.

Portals that allow you
to move through time.

The Obsidian Pyramid has been seen
globally,

all across the world.

It's an incredible idea

that the very fabric of reality,

that time itself is structured.

It's balanced

by a mystical rock.

Depictions across cultures,
across time

of floating monoliths.

Too similar,

far too coincidental
to disregard as anything

other than
interconnected.

Nick Brandreth

went through
a doorway

and is now
in the beyond.

Possessed, spellbound, occupied,

we don't have words to describe
the effects

of parallel dimensions.

Your father may look like
what you remember,

but you'll see it.

You can see it in his eyes.

His eyes?

Yes.

Interesting.

You know,
we've done this before.

And you were
arrogant then, too.

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be--

Say that you can't be
in two places at once.

- What?
- Go ahead, say it.

You can't be
in two places at once.

Exactly.

Only one version of you can exist

at any given point in time.

- But that doesn't make any sense.
- But that doesn't make any sense.

Please keep up.

You travel from
one point in time to another.

Great. Easy.

Only the latest version
of you will continue to exist.

Any previous
iteration will cease to be.

That doesn't make any sense.

But you just said you can't
be in two places at once.

- Right.
- Then we agree.

- We do?
- Yes.

Unquestionably, there's very real

evidence of the Obsidian Pyramid

and the men and women
who live in service to it.

Where did this
monolith come from?

Is this evidence of aliens
intervening here on earth,

or is something altogether
more mysterious at play?

It's pointless

to wonder where
the pyrimad came from.

It was here before mankind.

Given our penchant for greed.

It will be here long after.

In the eyes of those
that serve the pyramid,

is it a god?

God is just a word
used to describe

things beyond
our understanding.

The Obsidian Pyramid
is more like a

metronome than anything.

It keeps time for existence.

If time, like the land

or the seas or
outer space itself.

If time can be navigated
with the correct knowledge,

what other secrets
can we uncover?

This is going
to happen soon.

So I got to move fast.

But in seven years
I go through a door

and I come back
to this very moment.

And then I…

What just happened?

Hey guys I think he exploded.

Exploded Luke?

Versions of us
will do this again

eventually.

It doesn't make any sense.

Arbaghast?

He's insane.

He has to be, right?

I can't explain
what I saw.

No, me neither.

A number of years ago in Germany,

a man gave to the world a new concept.

It shook the scientific world
from top to bottom.

Changed the course
of human history and

gave us the atomic age.

The man, Albert Einstein.

The concept, relativity.

That strange, fantastic relationship
between time,

distance and mass.

E=MC 2.

Energy equals mass

times the
speed of light squared.

He didn't make any sense.

Mmhmm.

Guys, he can teleport.

Teleport through time.

Thanks, Luke.

All right, You ready?

I'm ready.

- Olivia?
- Yeah.

I am ready.

What are you doing?

I just got to grab something.

Hold on one sec.

It's like wrangling cats.

All day.

Every single day.

It's pretty.

Quiet

and peaceful.

Captain Lynch was right.

Silence.

There's something
there in the stillness.

An uneasiness.

We're looking for that.

Or that.

There are so many trees.

Yeah.

I'm not really an outdoorsy person but

Haddonfield Forest
didn't seem that weird to me.

Scariest thing is probably the name.

The name?

Yea, it’s the
town from Halloween.

Anything?

Not even close.

Got to be around the site.

We've been walking
about two miles.

Yeah, thats pretty close.

- Sorry guys.

- Sorry guys.
- It's okay.

You all right?

Yeah im good.

Let's keep going this way.

Maybe that.

All right, come on.

we're going to
start losing light.

I don’t

Oh, my god.

Look!

That's a match, right?

Looks like it lines up.

Hang on I can't pull focus.

- So--
- About--

His trap camera would

have been right over there.

Jesus.

Hey Chris.

Yeah?

- Where’s Luke?
- Uh, I don’t know.

- He was right here filming.
- Luke?

When's the last time you saw him?

15 minutes ago.

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Oh, hey Chris.

Whoa whoa. I’m sorry.

No, i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.

I’ll leave.

Luke!

Luke!

He’s probably flying his drone.

Yeah.

Olivia?

Are you alright?

No.

Luke?

Luke?
Luke!

It’s still rolling.

Luke!

Mitchell Robinson reporting live

from outside of
Rochester, New York,

where a grisly
murder has shaken

this otherwise
quiet community.

Freelance cinematographer
Luke D'Antonio

was working on a true crime documentary,

when he was brutally attacked
in Haddonfeild woods.

Hi guys, Miranda here,

live from
Haddonfield Woods.

What was that?

We shut down production

following Luke's death.

It didn't feel right to continue.

And then.

I'll be here for the next week

checking out the mysterious disappearances
in these woods.

So, as always, don't forget to follow
along and like and subscribe.

See you soon.

Reporting live from outside of Rochester,

where another
grisly murder has shaken

this once quiet community.

Miranda Tully, a true crime
podcast host, has been murdered.

There it is.

Can we
zoom in on that?

Can you get that?

Hey, you guys can’t film here.

Olivia called me right away.

It was great to hear from her.

I didn't like leaving
the project unfinished.

What did I do
during the shutdown?

- Yeah.
- Worked.

Tried to find work.

There was a lot of
downtime, mostly.

2 seconds to go.

And the kick from 27 yards is, is, no
good.

It’s over.

Luke’s family has been very
supportive of the idea. So,

that feels good.

I mean, they could
have shut us down.

How do you feel
about being back?

Good.

I'm a little
concerned about safety,

if I'm honest.

But,

maybe we should
put a pin in this?

Huh?

- Hello?
- Hey, Mark.

- Yeah. Chris?
- Hey, Chris yeah.

Nice to meet you dude.

Nice to meet you.

Olivia.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right, here we are.

So, six months ago,

we were in
Haddonfield Woods over here,

which is where my father went

missing and also,
obviously, where Luke…

where Luke was attacked.

It's also near where

Miranda Tully's body
was found.

I think maybe the saddest
part of Miranda Tully's death

is that it was
completely avoidable.

It was just an
unnecessary risk.

We know
Miranda Tully's body

was found
near where Luke's…

was murdered.

They both had
their throats slit.

But that's the only similarity.

Luke was cast aside,
Miranda's body was put on display.

We were there
when Luke got attacked.

I mean, we were shouting his name,
we may have interrupted

whatever ritual
they were trying to perform.

I'm sorry. Who are the “they” In

this murder ritual situation?

- Oh. We'll explain in a minute.
- Okay.

The location is the only thing that
connects to your father's disappearance.

I don't think it's enough
to paint a complete picture at this point.

Unless you believe Arbaghast.

Right.

Unless you belive Arbaghast.

Maybe. I don't know.

I mean, he's
no doubt unhinged,

but

he seemed very sure of himself
and incredibly specific.

And also completely out of his mind.

But this I know.

The very formulas and facts

which gave man the ability
to blast himself into eternity.

These very facts contain

powerful moral
and spiritual implications.

Which just might
keep him from doing.

Now we’ve considered some weird
and fantastic things.

But the implications
to which we have just referred

are the strangest
and the most fantastic of all.

We couldn't find Arbaghast.

Are you surprised?

Yeah. I mean,
I’m not surprised.

These types of
cases run cold.

Now…

Rochester PD

has refused to speak to us.

- Which makes sense.
- Sorry.

Yeah, I do have some contacts
at the Eastman Museum.

Claim to have patents and
research papers on Horace Cody Taylor.

That could be useful.

I was also thinking
Arbaghast had those files on the acolytes.

We can check the footage
for legible names, addresses.

- Look Chris--
- Acolytes?

Yeah, the freaks that
worship the pyramid.

I'm sorry,
I have another question.

What pyramid?

Right.

Allegedly, these people worship
a floating interdimensional pyramid.

The sky's going to be
clear on Thursday.

Okay?

Sundown is at 6:04 p.m.

and I'm going to Haddonfield
for blue hour.

You what?

I'm going back.

- What?--
- Look you do not have to come with me.

- People died Olivia--
- I know

this isn’t safe

I can probably set
you guys up with some body cameras.

I can figure out a way
to control them remotely.

That's a great idea.

- Great. Yes.
- This two days away.

- You can't be serious.
- I am.

How do we start?

Oh, sorry.

We’ll set up in the main
parking lot at 4 p.m.

That'll give us about 2 hours of…

- Us?
- You're not doing this alone.

Look, you don't have to come with me--

Mark, can you set me
up with some body cameras?

Yeah, no problem.

No problem.

So in this situation,

I'm just going to
be alone at the van.

-No, no.
-No.

We'll send a PA with you
and they'll do B-roll.

No one is alone.

Thank you.

For the record,

I still think this is
a really bad idea.

Thank you.

All right

Good luck.

Ready?

Really?

Yeah.

Are you all set Mark?

Everything look okay?

Yeah we're all set over here.

You just enjoy
a little walk in the woods.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Where the shadows end.

What?

Something Arbaghast said.

You'll find the doorway
where the shadows end.

The suns dipping low now.

Where shadows end?

Yeah, maybe.

Did you hear that?

Yeah. It's a bird.

- We’re alright.
- Okay.

We've got about an hour.

Copy that.

Where the shadows end.

Where the shadows…

Olivia?

What do you see?

Stop moving.

What?

- Do you see anything?
- No.

Mark, I don't see anything.

Mark!

Someone's there with you.

Someone?

Olivia.

- Oh my god--
- Stop.

- Back up!
- Chris!

Stop!

- Chris?
- Yes, I see that.

No. Behind you.

It's here.

Olivia. Hey.

- Yeah?
- What?

You said hey.

Fuck!

Olivia wait.

You don't have
to come with me.

Stop.

Back up!

Olivia, don't. No!

We need help
at Haddonfield Woods.

Yeah, now.

Wait.

Can you hear that?

Mark?

Hello?

I don't want to use this.

Olivia.

Back the fuck up.

Olivia.

Dad?

This is isn’t normal.

I know.

Why are we talking like this?

What's wrong with my voice?

Relax.

Am I possessed?

In a way.

It will pass in time.

You were never
supposed to come here.

And you were?

Olivia?

Hello?

What the fuck?

Dad?

Easy, easy.

I don't mean you any harm.

I'm just trying to
find out what happened

to Horace Cody Taylor.

Horace Cody Taylor!

Stop.

My time should
have ended long ago.

Please kill me.

Excuse me.

Where am I?

Guten tag.

Allo!

Please kill me.

Please. Kill me.

Release me.

I'm sorry.

Mom is never going to believe this.

Gentlemen.

Get him.

Woo!

Ah, fuck.

Hey!

There will be another time.

I'm here now.

I need you.

Mom needs you.

- Goodbye Olivia.
- No!

Dad no, don't say that.

Dad, please.

Shhh.

Help.

Olivia.

Was that?

I'm sorry.

Follow me.

Are you sure?

I think so.

You think so?

Do you have any other ideas?

Wait.

It got warm.

Where's the van?

Christ.

Mark.

I guess Mark's running late.

Yeah.

I can start backing up
what I shot last night.

Oh wow.

I can't believe
we can see so much.

64,000 iso.

Is that good?

Hey.

Luke?

Chris.

What's today?

It's Thursday.

No, the date.

It’s September 7th.

No, eighth.

Oh my god.

I don't believe it.

We time traveled?

We time traveled.

Holy shit.

When we came
out of the doorway,

it was dark
and the van was gone.

We assumed we had just

lost track of time, or Mark

had been asked to leave.

Wait, what are
you guys talking about?

You died.

No, I didn't.

She means you will die.

I mean, we're all going to die.

No, okay . Here, take this.

Okay, listen Luke.

On Saturday, September 10th,
we went to Haddonfield Woods and you died.

I died this coming Saturday?

Chris and I jumped back in time,

188 days.

Do you really want to use this?

Yeah, I think so.

- It sets up Arbaghast nicely.
- Okay.

You know,
we've done this before.

You were arrogant then, too.

It was like

déja vu over and over.

Part 2 take 2.

- How’ve you been?
- Good, good, this is Luke and Chris.

Hi Luke, hi Chris.

Are we filming?

Yeah. Is that okay?

Oh, sure.

A lot of people

are gonna want to see this part.

You’re your father's daughter.

Every day had already happened.

We were just

experiencing it differently.

Captain Lynch,
we wanted to show you this.

What are those body cams?

We got to wear those now.

Whoa.

I tried to relax.

To decompress.

There were five bedrooms
and I remember that was so fun.

Wait is that aunt Connie?

- That’s aunt Connie.
- It is aunt Connie.

Oh, my gosh.

-Thin there.
-Shh.

Yes, she was.

This is a good time.

It really is.

Chris had a slightly different approach

to reliving the last six months

of his life.

I can't explain it.

Any of it.

Arbaghast was telling the truth.

All of it.

And he's knocked out of bounds at the 27.

That's a time out.

New York down1,
with 3 seconds left to play.

27 yards?

This is in the bag.

Chris?

Chris?

So I actually get what he means.

It's not time travel,
like the way

you think of it,
it really is traveling through time.

Like, just from one to the next.

- 200 bucks he misses.
- You're on.

- 200 bucks he misses.
- You're on.

Hey, Luke have you seen?

Oh, never mind.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I can film around here right?

No, Luke, just stay in the car.

- But I can help.
- No!

Alright. Ready?

Here we go again.

Alright, let's go.