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I remember two Willie Binghams:

One pasty-faced with fear after the sentence was read,

and the other after the series of amputations.

The first is now blurred

by the painfully sharp focus of the second.

I was the very first surgical supervisor

appointed under the State's revised stance on Capital Crime.

My job?

To see that medical protocol was followed.

That inmates would not suffer any more

than the usual post-surgical discomforts.

You're gonna remove my hand!?

That's correct.

No way!

Well, you are a murderer Mr. Bingham.

Oi! Warden!

Oi!

No, Sir. That is not fair!

I killed that girl, but that weren't me alright.

It was the booze.

And the drugs.

They cooked up somethin' awful.

They're sayin' I mutilated her. I never.

The first surgery is largely symbolic.

- Symbolic?! - Correct.

Well, piece of cake then. Nothing to worry about huh?

Well, I'm here to make sure you suffer

no more pain than is necessary.

Why don't they just do what they used to do, huh?

Just execute me!

Once and for all.

You're to be made a national example.

Your chance for recompense.

It's expected that the reduction should cease

by the second or third surgery.

Third??

Come on, come on.

Cover please.

Surviving family members

determine how far the surgeries will go.

Proceed.

You can proceed.

This is what my criminal ways got me.

You best all mind yourselves kids. Hm?

'Cause you don't want this.

No.

You don't ever want this!

Okay mark it.

In March, they removed Mr. Bingham's right arm

and his left leg.

Proceed.

You may proceed.

Saw.

Mr. Bingham.

Don't hurt none. Hm.

Where's me supervisor?

As Mr. Bingham's procedure advanced

he was exhibited to the more difficult cases

in the under-funded state-run high schools.

His hands.

Behave yourselves now.

Unless you wanna look like me.

Although Mr. Bingham

was recovering well physically

his outlook grew progressively darker

as the third surgery approached.

The boys upstairs

are very pleased with your progress, Willie.

I don't expect the family will take it any further.

Every job hits patches of rough road.

There are times I strain

to glimpse the bitumen below at all.

Murderer.

What a freak.

Tensions continue to rise around the nation.

Fresh protests erupted today

over what many are now labeling

a cruel and barbaric form of punishment.

The man at the centre of it all

is 38 year-old inmate William Bingham

convicted of the rape and murder

of a young schoolgirl early-

Looks good.

You may commence.

Mr. Bingham gave up a kidney and a lung.

Organs from inmates provide

a small, but steady revenue stream

for our now-privatized penal system.

Nurse!

Yes Mr. Bingham?

They cuttin' off my right leg, or is that me left?

It's your left leg Mr. Bingham.

Left leg.

- Left leg. - Yeah.

Five months later, the fifth surgery was ordered.

Please don't do this.

Now, now Mr. Bingham.

It will all be over soon.

Mr. Bingham would lose his namesake.

Willie?

Willie?

Are you okay?

You in pain, Willie?

Willie?

I never saw Mr. Bingham cry after that day.

Nor has he spoken to me since.

He went into his final surgery

without any observable emotion.

They removed his ears, his nose,

and the tip of his tongue.

A laser depilated what remained of his body.

We've made it through to the end now, Willie.

That was five years ago.

Mr. Bingham's room

is the last on the southern end

of the top floor.

The light is always on

and I know he's there

eyes to the ceiling

dead silent.

Except the last week of every month.

That's when Mr. Bingham and I

travel to the high schools.

I see you've made progress holed up in your cave.

Yeah, well, the turnaround for this is unforgiving.

So here we are.

Look, I know this project is important,

but I don't see

how staring at bodies and autopsy photos every day

is exactly healthy for you.

Not my proudest commission, I must admit.

But a gig is a gig.

The fact that my, uh,

what did you call it?

Oh yeah. Hobby.

Has managed to gain me a client

of this calibre is kind of impressive.

Don't you think?

I'm not trying to belittle your craft.

- Hobby? - Your craft.

Honestly, I find it all kind of morbid and unethical.

But don't you think it's a little, I don't know,

disrespectful to the families?

Like, what's the point of all this?

Tell that to Frances Glessner Lee.

- Who? - Obviously, I'd much rather

be doing cute little doll houses and beautiful scenic oasis,

but, um, the money, Owen.

The money is really good on this one-off.

Emphasis on one-off.

- I hope so. - Okay.

Um, give me like 10 minutes. Okay?

10 more minutes on this thing

and I will come and join you for bedtime.

Okay?

Just don't work too hard.

Come to bed soon.

What in the world were these guys painting on the walls?

Creepy.

Okay.

Red it is.

Oh, good.

I mean, it's a bit early.

Emma?

Emma?

Owen?

Owen?

Mommy? Mommy, come here.

Hi Jacob. I got a call.

I heard there's a bit of trouble.

We didn't have an appointment today.

Tell me what's going on.

The voices are back.

The whispers, shadows.

It's all coming back.

And I just, I, I, I, I need it to stop

The shadows and noises we discussed before, correct?

I see.

Do you remember when we discussed sensory overload?

Your five senses, sight, smell, hearing, touch, and taste.

As they take in more information

than your brain can process,

your brain becomes overwhelmed by the input.

It enters into a fight, flight, or freeze mode

in response to what feels like a crisis

making you feel unsafe or even panicky.

What if we found a way to cut off this overload,

turn off the noises and the shadows?

How?

Medicine, meditation?

These numbing solutions that keep failing and failing.

It's, it's a crock of shit.

And this thing,

w- whatever's happening to me,

I, I, I, I, I feel like,

I think it is God Himself.

I'm with you. I hear you.

So we isolate the senses,

eliminating the opportunity of this, this thing.

God.

Yes. God.

And its ability to have any reach with you.

There's an interesting process

that I would like to try with you, Jacob.

I'll be here with you the whole time.

And, with your consent,

I would like to document this process

in hopes that we can find some real solutions.

Okay?

Yes. Just please make it stop.

The goal here is to eliminate some of your senses,

calm the mind.

I will be reducing your vision to a red colour,

and you will listen

to static noise on headphones cutting out sound.

These effects will result

in your brain amplifying neural noise

in order to look for missing visuals.

Here's where I need your help.

I want you to tell me what you see, feel, hear, okay?

Yes. Dr. Bowman.

I'm here with you the whole time.

And if at any point you want the experiment to stop,

I want you to tap your hands twice on the couch, okay?

- Like that? - Yes.

Let's begin.

All right, Jacob, talk to me.

I feel the floor tightening

and I smell matches.

Dr. Bowman.

It, it, it's, it's, it's, it's here.

I, I, it's in the room with us.

I, I, I can't see it, but I, I feel the air moving.

Please! Don't!

I can see it now.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

Make it stop. Make it stop!

Make it stop! Make it stop!

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

Make it stop!

Make it stop! Make it-

Oh, my

God.

Yes. God.

Make it stop.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop,

make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

Tyler just wants to spend time with his dad.

You don't think I want to spend time with Tyler?

We can bump the kid.

What the fuck do you think is wrong with...

Why is it... You! No.

You, you are the one

who kicked me out this fucking house

dangling some little threat over me, holding it over me.

Like you're gonna go to the fucking cops or something.

And now you're gonna get all petty.

Gotta worry about some fucking drill?

That drill was a wedding gift from my father.

I should be the one to keep it.

What the fuck are you gonna do with the drill?

I can fix it too, Mark.

Why do you gotta be such a bitch about everything?

Hey.

Hope we didn't wake you.

You didn't.

Have a good sleep?

Your father was just leaving.

Hey bud, I know that we were supposed

to spend the weekend together,

but unfortunately something came up at work

and I gotta do some overtime.

I mean, you understand, right?

You get it? Yeah.

I'm sorry kiddo.

You and I can still have a fun weekend.

I'll order us pizza for after your appointment.

And look, I got you a new set.

Thanks.

So how's school?

Pretty good.

If the teachers start to get boring,

I just fake a stomach cake

and go down to the nurse's office.

But how are things at home though?

I know you were supposed to be with your dad this weekend.

How's your sleep?

Not good.

Still getting those night terrors, huh?

I saw him again.

The man with no face.

Tyler, I know nightmares can seem so scary,

but I really want you to practise to just think of them

as a product of your imagination.

It just feels so real when it's happening.

I'm stuck. Can't move.

Do you feel awake when it's happening?

Sometimes I can force myself to open my eyes,

but I'm still, like, trapped.

Feels like something is sitting on my chest.

And when I can't see him, I can still feel him in the room.

It's like he's mocking me.

And I know he is not real

and it's just, it feels like he is.

I too have had very scary dreams at your age.

So you're not alone. But look, I'm okay.

You think I'm okay?

So that means you're gonna be just fine too.

But unfortunately it looks like we're out of time.

So I'm going to leave you with two assignments for the week.

Number one, I want you to remind yourself every day

that the man you see does not exist.

It's just like you said, he's not real.

And the things that aren't real...

Have no control over us.

Exactly.

And number two, I just want you

to draw, draw, draw, draw every day.

All right. Do me a favour and go get your mom for me.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hi.

How was the session?

It went great. He's so great.

Did he talk to you about his night terrors?

Actually, that's exactly why I wanted to talk to you.

I don't think Tyler is having night terrors.

From what he described

I think he's suffering from sleep paralysis.

What is that?

It's a state between waking up or falling asleep.

But you can't speak, you can't move

but it is common for people to hallucinate.

And the things that they see can be very dark.

I really need you to remind Tyler

that the things he sees are not real and do not exist.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hey, kiddo.

Time for bed.

You have nothing to worry about.

I'll be right on the other side of that door if you need me.

I promise.

I love you.

I love you too.

Good. Sleep tight.

- Listen. - No you listen.

Just because you have a face like that

does not give you the right to,

to, to treat women like disposable objects.

We have feelings, you know?

Tyler.

♪ In evening as the sun went down ♪

♪ And the forest spread like laurel ♪

♪ The cult of seven with its bent towards heaven ♪

♪ Praying to Pastora ♪

♪ Take us to the garden far away ♪

♪ Our souls will open full bloom ♪

♪ Wait for a light on this last night ♪

♪ In the Mountain Goat Motel room ♪

♪ There we will stay where seven lay ♪

♪ We'll say a prayer with the utmost care ♪

♪ In the Mountain Goat Hotel room ♪

♪ See you all this coming fall ♪

♪ In the Mountain Goat Hotel room ♪

- Hi, Lydia. - Hi.

Oh!

Pastora taking us into the garden?

Mm-hmm! I'm so excited.

I can't wait to go.

I wanted my last drawing to be just perfect for her.

I bet you'll be honorary maiden tonight.

I hope so.

I just, I wanna be clean when we finally meet her.

Just reading Pastora's words makes me so-

You're not supposed to read-

- What's so funny? - N-nothing.

Lydia's ready. What are you doing to prepare?

Pastora Arachnea, we ask you for safe passage tomorrow.

May we find eternal bliss and the garden open onto us.

May the garden open unto us.

Bestow your honour to our best.

Pastora, who will thou choose as honorary maiden tonight?

Ah.

What? You chose Bella the time before last.

I haven't been chosen in over a month

and I was soaked three times this past week.

Okay, it's my turn.

Do you question the will of Pastora?

I-I accept this fruitful blessing.

It's a bath, okay? We all deserve a bath.

Pastora says-

f- followers must remain cleansed before journeys.

She wants us all to be clean for tomorrow, you guys.

You can't interpret Pastora's words.

- It's not allowed. - Girls.

You may leave Lydia and I.

I need a bath, okay?

My belly button is literally... You have to calm down

or else you won't be able to go to the garden.

But there needs to be seven of us.

You always say seven.

Yeah. Six is the devil's number.

Go wait outside I said

I don't want a bump, I want a bath.

Now beg to be silked.

Pastora, please keep her safe.

Pastora doth not recognise false gods or imposters.

They shall be smited down.

Have you been stealing our sacred texts, Lydia?

You are not allowed to read that.

Pastora has chosen me. Do you think gods make mistakes?

Pastora, please cleanse me of my sins

and open the garden to me as I open to your fruits.

Beg to be silked.

False gods shall be smited.

Pastora, I'm sorry.

Wake up. Wake up, wake up.

Someone. Wake up.

Get off of... Ah!

I can't let you kill him.

He can't die yet.

I'm Sorry, Pastora, I'm so sorry.

I'm not Pastora.

Who are you?

I Am Lupus Arachnea.

I can free you from these imposters.

Open to me, Lydia.

Stop trying to run.

Let me show you.

Pastora, please cleanse me of my sins.

Open the garden to me as I open to your fruits.

Pastora, please cleanse me of my sins.

Open the garden to me as I open to your fruits.

Pastora, please cleanse me of my sins.

Open the garden to me as I open to your fruits.

Pastora, please cleanse me of my sins.

I made this bath for you.

It should have been yours.

I need you.

You're the special one, Lydia.

You're not supposed to know.

That's not all... Don't listen to them!

I can give you real power.

Open up.

Power.

What do you need from me?

I need six souls, not seven.

Let the others die.

Pastora Arachnea, we sacrifice our earthly utilities

to you for safe passage to the garden.

Seven souls. No more, no less.

May the garden open onto us

and death protect our souls.

May the garden open onto us

and death protect our souls.

Bella.

Bella, Bella, I'm sorry.

Lupus.

I'm ready to go now. I'm ready.

Lupus?

You didn't answer your phone.

What?

When I called you, you didn't answer.

Well, I was at work.

Where were you?

This gonna be a regular routine?

David, there's somebody watching the house?

What do you you mean

there's someone watching the house?

Come here.

Okay. Where?

Under the streetlight.

You see him? - Yeah.

Should I call the police?

For what?

Aside from being creepy as hell, he's not doing anything.

So you're not gonna do anything?

Well, what do you want me to do?

Where are you going?

Taking out the trash. It doesn't take itself out.

Okay, stop it.

What?

Stop staring at him. You're only making it worse.

What do you want me to do, just ignore him?

Yeah. Stop staring out the damn window.

He's probably more creeped out by you staring back at him.

You're just making it worse.

What'd you say to him?

I told him to get the fuck out of here.

No you didn't.

I'm going to bed.

Where are you going?

I'm thirsty.

You're lying.

You're thinking about him.

I'm not thinking about anyone.

Don't leave me.

I'm just going to get a drink of water.

Just making sure the door was locked.

He's still there.

What's happening?

I'll call the police.

Okay?

So you say a man has been staring at your house

from across the street, yeah?

He was right there underneath the street light.

- You see his face? - No.

It was too dark.

Do you have any reason to believe,

uh, someone would wanna hurt you?

Has anybody made any threats? Do you have any enemies?

Anything like that?

Tell him.

Uh, a few months ago at work.

I made a mistake.

It was a, a woman I worked with.

We had a bit of a relationship that got carried away

And they fucked.

We did not sleep together. We talked about that.

We never had sex.

But her, her husband

was not as understanding as my wife.

Uh-huh. Did he make any threats?

Well, what do you think?

Anything serious?

No, nothing serious. It doesn't matter anyway.

It wasn't him. Unless he lost 150 pounds.

So could it have been his wife?

- I suppose. - You could,

so you couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman?

No, I just assumed it was a guy.

But it could have been a woman.

Yeah, I suppose.

'Cause they were dressed in black.

Yeah.

Yeah. It could have been her.

Okay. And you still work with her?

Yes.

What?

They hired her back?

She never left.

You're a piece of shit.

You're never gonna stop, are you?

He's never gonna leave.

David.

How long have you been standing there?

What is it?

Were you just thinking about her?

Look, I'm sorry. I lied about her quitting and all.

Just answer the question, David.

I think about her all the time.

Do you think about kissing her?

Yeah.

You think about touching her?

Yes.

Where?

Where?

All over.

Do you think about fucking her?

I think about doing everything to her

that you won't let me do to you.

You fucker her in her bed.

I told you, we never had sex.

You're lying.

I've seen the stains, David.

Her smell on my pillow.

You fucked her in our bed.

Listen, Hannah.

I don't know what we're doing anymore

and I don't know what to, what to say or do

to prove to you that I'm telling you the truth, but,

I don't know that it really matters to me anymore

if you believe me or not.

I don't know what you need me to be

and I don't know that I'm interested

in being what you need me to be.

And I guess the part that I'm realising most is

I don't know that you can be what I need.

And we keep going around and around and around

and I think the only thing we can do now

is just break the...

You didn't answer your phone.