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♪

[Police radio chatter]

- [Clears throat]

- [Siren chirps] - [Chuckles] Oh!

[Beep]

[Siren wails]

[Siren shuts off]

[Knock on door]

[Knock on door]

[Rats squeaking]

[Woman screaming]

[Static]

[Static]

[Woman screaming]

- Police! Cover the stairs.

Clear! - Stairs are clear.

Power's out.

- All clear! - It's clear upstairs.

[Man screams]

- Should we call for backup? - Shit.

We don't have time. - [Thud]

- What do we do? - You clear upstairs.

I will clear down. - Copy.

- Jer, keep an eye out for dogs.

[Static]

Jer, do you copy?

Jay! Radios are down!

Found a stairwell. - I'm going up.

[Creaking]

[Breathing sharply]

Fuck.

City Police! Show yourselves!

- Control, this is 514. Do you copy?

[Static]

Shit.

Okay.

Control, do you copy?

[Static]

Shit.

This is the police! I'm coming down the stairs!

[Exhales deeply]

The hell was that?

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is this?

- Bryce.

Fuck!

[Breathing sharply]

[Breathing sharply]

[Creaking]

[Breathing sharply]

[Gargling]

[Gargling continues]

[Yowling]

[Door opens]

Ma'am, are you hurt?

We received a call about a dispute in the house.

Ma'am?

Bryce. I got an unresponsive up here.

[Static]

Bryce?

[Metallic thud] - Wha--

Hey! Hey! What are you doing down here?

Are you okay?

Sir, what are you doing down--

Hey, hey, hey! Hey! Show me your hands.

Sir! Show me your hands!

Hey! Don't move! Do not move!

- [Chittering]

- Sir, I am not gonna ask you again.

God damn it! Show me your hands!

- [Chittering]

- Jer, we got a situation down here.

[Static]

Jer!

- Control, 528.

I made contact with a person in the house.

She's got blood all over her hands.

Start rolling medical this way.

- [Grunting]

- Control, do you copy?

Shit.

Ma'am, I'm approaching you slow.

- [Grunting]

- Are you on any drugs at the moment?

- [Grunting]

- Did you-- Did you do that to your dog?

- [Grunting stops]

- I will not ask you again!

You need to stop moving!

Show me your goddamn hands!

Come on! Hey! Sir!

Come on, man, I do not want to shoot you!

Please don't make me do this!

Shit. Sir. Sir! Stop! Stop! Stop! Aah!

[Two gunshots]

- Bryce!

Bryce! Bryce!

Bryce! Bryce!

Oh! Shit.

Bryce! Oh. Are you hit?

- No. No.

Is he gone?

- [Gasps]

- What? - It's a-- It's a baby.

- It's a what?

- He's holding a baby.

- Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!

I thought he had a gun! I thought he had a fucking gun!

I thought he was packing!

- Control! Control! - Hey, hey! What are you doing?

- We gotta call it in.

- Just give me a second to think, man!

You gotta give me a second to think!

- Think about what? We have two bodies.

- But he came at me!

I thought he had a fucking gun.

Oh, shit. - There's no gun, man.

- [Woman moans] - Ohh.

- Shit. Ma'am?

Ma'am, if we could just... - Wait, wait, wait.

- [Woman moaning] - Ma'am. Ma'am.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! - [Woman screams]

- Shit! Shit!

She went out the back! Come on!

[Panting]

Stop running!

[Dog barking]

- Bryce! Bryce! Stop! - Stop running!

[Dog barking]

Get back here! She's back here, Jer!

- Hey. Hey. We just want to talk to you.

- Okay. Bryce. Bryce.

We gotta take her in, man. She's not right.

- No. - What?

She's post-traumatic, man. She needs help.

- Jer, let's just talk about this.

- What's there to talk about? - They've seen what we've done.

- "We"?

- Me. Bryce. Whatever. Listen.

- [Glass shatters] - Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey!

- Drop it!

- Ma'am. Ma'am. Ma'am.

- [Mumbling] - You don't have to do this!

- You owe him now! - Put it down!

- Ma'am, stop! - You owe the Underman!

- Put down the bottle!

- Ma'am. Ma'am.

- We can get you the help that you need.

Just please put down the bottle.

Bryce, stop. Bryce.

- He sees you.

[Gargling]

[Screams]

[Officers scream]

[Gargling]

- Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck. What was that?

- Oh, my God. - What the hell was that?!

You-- You-- You saw that. You saw that.

He came at me the same--

He came at me the same, out of nowhere!

[Gagging]

- Bryce. I'm calling it in, man.

There's gonna be eyeballs all over this

when Dispatch realizes we're incommunicado.

- No. - If we don't call this in now...

they'll hang us both.

- I'm not being crucified over a split second.

This is split-second, man.

- I'm calling it in.

- God damn it! Would you listen to me?!

I'm not going down over some fucking tweaker!

Didn't know about the kid.

- It doesn't matter what you knew or didn't.

All that matters is what that saw.

- [Breathes shakily]

[Feedback whines]

[Door closes]

- I'm gonna go wash this shit off me.

- And me?

- [Sighs] Just go secure the scene.

- I don't even know what that means, Bryce.

- I don't know, either.

[Rapid footsteps]

[Vomiting]

[Breathing heavily]

[Phone unlocks and beeps]

[Line ringing]

- Hey!

- Hey, baby. - What time is it?

It's almost 2:00.

- I know. I'm sorry.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

How's the little one?

- Kicking up a storm. What's wrong?

You never call this late.

- No. Nothing.

Hey. Rose wants me on OT.

I just wanted you to know that the bed will be empty

on my side tonight.

You'll be okay, you and Katie.

- [Chuckles] I told you.

She's gonna be a Bailey.

He's gonna be a Beckett.

Are you sure you're alright?

- Yeah.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

[Phone locks]

[Footsteps approach]

- Give 'em to me.

- What?

- The brass.

I'm gonna take it off site

and I'm gonna drop it in a gutter across town.

- What are you saying?

- We made the DV call.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Wife was upset. It was no big fucking deal, man.

We departed. We gave 'em a warning.

But shit escalated. Okay?

We didn't know she was on PCP. Shit. How could we?

The bitch was acting because when she sees the blue,

it's automatic. - Bryce--

- Let me finish! Okay? Listen. She was hopped up.

The tox screen-- it will prove that.

She shot her husband and the kid.

She wandered off, she regretted it,

and then she cut her throat.

Some wino is gonna find her out by the trash in the morning,

and he will make the call.

- Think about what you're saying, man.

- I know what I am saying.

- Your bullets are in those bodies!

It's gonna trace right back to you!

Ballistics will fry you!

- Well, did you check?

- I-I'm not checking the kid, Bryce.

You can't ask me to do that.

- [Grunts]

Oh, shit.

- What?

- There's no exit.

- This is insane. You're in too deep.

Let's just explain to them what happened.

Let's-- Let's get in front of this!

- There's no fucking gun, Jer!

There's no getting in front of this.

We are the bad guys here. I'm the bad guy.

You know that!

- Every word you utter

is another goddamn nail in your coffin, okay?

- Think about how this plays.

Think about what'll happen to me if this comes out.

No. When this comes out.

Everything I have, everything I have built, my family...

it's ruined!

I need your help.

You know me.

You know Michelle.

Please.

- I can't be down there with them.

- [Click] - [Whirring]

- [Beep] - Control, do you copy?

[Static]

[Grunts]

- What if we destroy them?

- That's not an option.

- Two cams. They don't just get destroyed.

Not in one unit.

Fucking I.A. would be all over it.

It'll just lead them right back here.

- Then we could go in. It's not too late.

They've seen it all. They'll protect us!

- Until the moment public opinion turns,

and then they're gonna throw us to the wolves!

We're acceptable casualties, Jer. You know that!

We have another option.

I'm gonna get this shit off me.

[Doors close]

- What is this place?

Why are we here, man?

Bryce?

[Static]

Hey!

Hey, you good?

[Fingers snap]

- Yeah. I'm good. Let's go.

[Bell jingles]

[Muzak playing]

♪

- What are we doing here?

- Just... trust me.

[Buzzer]

Oh, Jesus!

- Over here. Let's go. Hurry up.

- Alright. Come on.

- Got the dock set up for upload. Who's the new guy?

- Doesn't matter. We need this shit gone fast.

- Alright. Need-to-know basis. Got it.

Jesus. It's still recording? - It won't shut off.

We took a domestic, and the lights triggered it.

- So ironic. You guys are modern panopticons.

Only the focus is on you, imprisoned by public scrutiny.

- Hey! It's not a game, Espo.

- Uploads are done at the end of the shift

and stored for 90 days in the cloud.

These cams are tamper-proof.

Manufacturers are so certain their shit is rock-solid,

but they're just compelled to say that shit to keep D.A.'s uppity.

- You think this is gonna work? - Just delete it. Then his.

Like we were never here.

- Alright. Here it goes.

- W-Wait.

I want to see what happened.

If I'm in this with you... I need to see it for myself.

- Alright. Here you go.

- Control, 1023. We're attempting contact.

It's further ahead. Fast-forward.

[Tape whirring]

Alright. Stop.

Show me your goddamn hands!

Come on! Hey! Sir!

Come on, man, I do not want to shoot you!

Please don't make me do this!

Shit. Sir. Sir! Stop! Stop! Stop! Aah!

[Two gunshots]

- Hm.

- It happened so fast.

- You're still gonna want to come clean, man.

There's not enough here to hang you, Bryce!

- No, no, no. You know what'll happen.

They don't need any rope to hang me.

- Bryce. Whatever. Listen. - Who is this?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! Drop it!

- She was in the house when we arrived.

High on something.

She ran when she saw what happened.

- Put it down! - Ma'am, stop!

- You owe the Underman! - Put down the bottle!

- Shit. - Ma'am. Ma'am.

We can get you the help that you need.

- What does that mean? - Please. Put down the bottle.

Bryce, don't. Br-- - I can't help you.

- Oh. Wait. What? Wait. No, no, no. What?

What does that mean?

What is the Underman? - No, no, no, no.

Hey. Hey! We had a deal.

I own you, Espo!

- No, man. He owns you now.

- What the fuck?

- What was that? Where is she going?

- I don't know.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

[Sighs] Shit.

- Okay. Okay. - [Groans]

- What are we gonna do now? - I don't know.

- Officers in the vicinity of Graham and Warbucks.

Female vic discovered in Henderson

in the valley behind Rochester.

Victim's throat was slashed.

- Shit. They've already found her.

- We gotta control this.

- What? No, man. No!

- Jer. You know we do.

Until we can figure this out,

we got to control this.

- Please respond.

- 5-1-4. Show us en route.

Let's put an end to this.

Alright. We stick to the story.

We checked in. We left.

Something spooked her, and she shot her husband and kid

and then killed herself.

Yeah. Fucking vultures. - [Siren wails]

5-1-4. Show us arriving on scene.

- Copy, 5-14.

[Thunder rumbles]

- Something's rolling in.

Oh, what the hell?!

- Jesus Christ. Is she alive?

- 5-1-4 to control. We're on location at Henderson.

There is no vic on site. Are we the first to arrive?

- First to report, 5-14.

- Copy.

She's not alive. There's no fucking way.

Not after that.

None of them fucking tweakers would have taken her.

- Look!

- What is that?

[Camera shutter clicks]

- She drew that same shit at the house.

- What is happening here? Control, this is 5-1-4.

If there was a body here before, it's not here any longer.

[Static]

Control, do you copy?

[Static]

- Alright, man. The scavengers are showing up.

We gotta get out of here.

Bryce, we gotta go.

Hey, you alright?

Bryce.

Bryce!

- [Gasps] What happened?

- Your nose is gushing blood, man.

- What? Ohh...

- We gotta get you to a hospital.

- Oh. Come on. I'm good.

Ohh! Ohh! - Okay. You're not good.

You're not good. Let's just go.

- [Groaning] God. Oh, Christ.

Oh. What's happening? [Groans]

- I got you, bud.

- Hey. Get the fuck out of here!

Move!

[Groaning]

[Engine starts]

[Groans]

- You still with me?

- Oh, man. It won't stop bleeding.

- Shit. - [Groans]

- There.

We gotta get you help, man.

- I can't go to the hospital. - What do you want me to do?

- I don't know. Just no hospital. - Okay. Okay.

- I think I'm going to hell. - Huh?

- It was an accident, man.

You think-- You think God cares?

You think he'll make an exception?

[Line ringing]

Who are you calling? Who are you calling?

Huh?

- Oh. Shit.

- Wow. What is it? Huh.

[Thunder crashes]

[Siren wailing]

[Horn blaring]

[Horn blaring]

- Weird.

[Siren wailing]

- Please clear the road.

Get the fuck out of the way!

[Siren stops]

- You took something from us.

- What did you say?

- You took something from us.

- He needs help. Move!

- Do you think you have any power here?

[Laughter]

[Laughter]

[Screams]

[Laughter]

- What do they want? - Don't worry about it.

- You took something from us!

- Fuck.

[Siren chirping]

- Where are we going?

- To find some help.

- What is this place? - Come on. Let's go.

- Where are we?

- Okay.

- Quick. Get off my step, Jerome, before someone sees you.

I have a group here, Jerome. This is very inconvenient.

- Ma, please.

We didn't have anywhere else to go.

- I don't want them to see you. You know how it spooks them.

♪

Put him down there, child. - Okay.

- Get cleaned up.

Jerome, come with me.

♪

I have told you not to come here wearing that.

- I didn't have nowhere else to go.

♪

- What's he on, Jerome?

- I don't know.

He got into an altercation with some--

some crackhead tweaker who bled on--

- You don't call them that.

You have no right to disrespect the community

just because you think you're above it.

♪

- You're right. You're right. I'm sorry.

♪

- Now...

Tell me what happened.

[Thunder rumbling]

♪

♪

♪

[Door opens]

- Can I help you?

What-- - You took something.

- What did you say? - You took something.

You took something.

- What? What are you--

- Tabby, dear, why don't you go head back in with the others?

May you hold on to that image in your head

that I told you to.

You hold on to the light.

Sorry about that. They're curious.

They're always curious. W-Why don't you have a seat?

♪

May I?

♪

♪

You're not feeling yourself, are you, friend?

♪

- You don't like cops? - [Chuckling] No. No.

I don't like how they've just given up on us here.

[Distorted] Here... here.

Do you think that gun you're carrying

or that badge you're wearing makes any sort of difference

in a place like this?

[Distorted] This... this.

'Cause you're on one side and they're on the other,

and it don't make a difference because you don't mix well

with the people you're supposed to be helping.

- [Distorted] And you do?

- You make people paranoid.

It's not helping nothing.

You need to be in the trenches, get to know these people,

find out how to actually help them.

- Ohh! [Laughs]

Holy shit.

[Creaking]

Um...

I don't think you're supposed to be up here.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- What?

Hey, uh, you can't be up here!

What the fuck?

- Jerome said you had an... episode.

- I don't know what it was. - Huh.

- It's like... I was there and...

...then I-I wasn't.

[Sighs]

- What did you see?

- I saw my wife.

Standing on our front step.

She was waving at me.

She was beckoning me to follow her inside.

I tried to follow her,

but the door, it just kept getting further away.

And the scary thing was...

I don't think she was alone.

- Sorry.

[Monitors beeping]

- It was dark, but...

behind her...

it was like someone was there.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- [Gasps] Ohh!

- What was that?

[Electricity crackles]

- You need to leave.

You need to go and be with your wife.

You need to go be with her now.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- You take something from him...

- I told you this would happen!

- You take something from him...

- You need to go, Jerome!

You need to get your friend to his light.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- 'Cause I gotta be there. - What's going on, Ma?

- You can't be here, Jerome.

He's sniffing around now, and I don't like it.

- You take something from him, he takes something from you.

- Is this... him?

- You need to get him home. You need to stay with him.

And you need to stay far away from here.

Go. You cannot be here tonight!

- What's going on, Bryce? - I don't know.

I need to go home. - Why?

- It was something your mom said. It doesn't feel right.

[Dog barking]

[Line ringing]

- What happened in there? - I don't know, man.

Something inside me doesn't like this.

Come on. Come on, baby.

- Hey. You've reached Michelle. - Shit.

She always answers when I call this late, man.

We gotta go.

- And I'll get right back to you. Thanks.

- Fuck it. Hit the lights. Hold on.

[Siren wailing]

[Line ringing]

- Hey. You've reached Michelle.

I'm sorry. I can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message, and I'll get right back to you. Thanks.

- She always leaves the lights on for me.

Let's go.

[Siren stops]

No.

No.

Michelle? Michelle!

- ♪ This love I'm giving you ♪

♪ Won't ever die ♪

♪ And this love will always be true ♪

♪ No matter how... ♪

- What is that? - Our wedding song.

♪

- ♪ And there really isn't one thing ♪

- Check that way.

- ♪ That it isn't willing to do ♪

- Michelle!

- ♪ To forever keep you happy ♪

- Shit. - [Woman screams]

- Bryce.

[Thump]

[Gun cocks]

- Please, God!

[Indistinct shouting]

- Michelle!

- Help me! - Jesus.

- Help me! - Espo?

- Where is she? Where's my wife? - Untie me, please!

- Why are you in my home?! - I don't know!

I don't know! Just please untie me!

- Shit. - Hurry up!

- Jer, give me some light.

- Why did you have to come see me?!

You led them right to me! - Led who?

- God just hurry up and untie me so I can get the fuck out of here!

- Stop moving. Okay. Alright.

Now get up! - [Coughing]

- Come on. Come on. Come on.

Shit, Bryce. - What?

- Oh, shit. She's choking. Come on.

Easy. Oh, God.

- Ohh!

[Rats squeaking]

- [Growling]

- Jesus Christ.

- [Growling]

[Cracking]

- Shit. Who are you?

What have you done with Michelle?

- [Distorted] Look at you. Look at what you are.

All of this power, and you couldn't even protect your wife.

- Where is she?!

- She screamed for you. She screamed your name.

You weren't there. I was there.

She will writhe when she descends...

for your little girl.

- Oh, fuck you!

- Ready to descend with us?

[Growling]

- Bryce, we gotta go. We gotta go.

Bryce, we gotta...

- [Growling]

- Go, go! Come on!

[Growling stops]

- Get in!

[Siren wails]

[Tires squeal]

- What do we do now? - I don't know.

I don't know! Fuck!

- Control, this is 5-2-8. Do you copy?

- It won't work. We are alone because they want us alone.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- We took something from them.

Now they took something from us.

- Let's go to the precinct.

We'll bring the hammer down on all of them!

- Yeah, you can try, but it won't be there.

Look at what they did to the radio. Huh?

We're cut off, man. They are in control.

We are way outside the fucking lines now.

- Bryce, slow down. - Kill the lights.

- Oh, yeah. What are you doing, man?!

- Maybe they won't see us coming.

[Siren shuts off]

There they are. - Who?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Bruce, slow down!

[Tires screech]

Bryce! - You know who I am?

- You're him.

- Yeah. You'll do.

- Bryce, what are you doing?! - I don't know.

I just know they want me here.

Go.

Don't move.

Move!

See anything?

Let's go.

Come on! Move your ass!

- [Laughs]

- How much further, you piece of shit? Huh?

Where'd you take my wife?

- Watch your step.

- Where the hell are you taking us?

- Up.

- What is this place?

- Hey! How much further?

[Door opens]

Hey. No stopping. Go!

- What happened here?

- I don't know.

Hey! Wait up!

"Those who seek God look down."

"Descend and you will rise."

- [Laughing]

[High-pitched ringing]

- Your nose is bleeding.

- Room 514. Of course.

Open the door.

Now!

Sit down!

Where is she?

Hey. You know what I did tonight.

That was an accident.

This won't be. - Oh, shit, Bryce.

- Look at this place! Room 514. That is my call sign!

None of this is an accident.

We didn't just happen on this fucking place.

They want us here! Where is my wife?!

- You take something from him, we take something from you.

- Oh, for fuck-- Where is she, huh?!

Where?!

- No, Bryce! Done!

You can't keep making up your own rules, man!

You can't do this!

- They took my fucking--

- He took it.

- What the...

Who? Huh?

Hey. Listen. Nobody's coming for you.

Nobody can help you but you!

Now, where is she?!

- I don't know. - Ah, yes, you do.

Yes, you do.

- Put down the gun. - He's angry.

- Yeah. Yeah? Yeah? Well, so am I.

And which one of us has a gun?

Now, where is my wife?!

- She wanted you here. She's so mad at you.

You took everything from her.

- That's enough.

That's enough, Bryce. That's enough.

- You pulling that on me here?

After what these fucks have done? What they have taken?

[Screams]

Fuck!

- Look. Please. Just-- Just tell him.

And this will be over, okay?

Look. Look. Tell him.

Tell him. He's not fucking around. Okay?

Okay?

- [Laughs]

You take something from us, we take something from y--

- No.

What have you done?

No. No.

[Door opens]

- [Groans]

- Bryce!

For fuck's sake, Bryce! - Stop. Stop it!

No!

No.

[Groans]

- Okay. Listen to me, man. We're gonna get you help. Okay?

[Jerome speaking faintly]

- [Groans]

[Jerome speaking faintly]

[Clattering]

- Shh... - Ohh...

- Bryce, you alright, man? Can you hear me?

- Yeah. What-- What did you do to me?

- You killed my baby.

- What the fuck?

[Grunts]

- [Speaking indistinctly]

[Muttering]

- [Grunting]

[Muttering]

- [Grunting]

- We tried to save her.

[Muttering]

You took something from me.

And now I take something from you!

[Bryce screaming]

- Bryce. Bryce. Look at me. Look at me.

You okay?

Oh, fuck.

What the...

Oh. Shit.

- You hear that?

[High-pitched ringing]

- It's her.

I can hear her.

She's here.

They have her here.

- Bryce, stop.

- We don't have much time.

We can save her.

- What?

- She's on the roof.

They're hurting her.

They're hurting her!

Oh, God!

[Panting]

- I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!

[Panting]

- Bryce!

[Bryce screaming]

- Oh, Christ, baby.

Look at what they did to her.

I was too late. Look at what they've done.

- Bryce, I don't know what you're seeing, but...

- [Crying] They took her.

- Bryce. Bryce. Look at me. Look at me.

Michelle's not here. You're seeing things.

Okay...

- No. No, no, no, no!

Ohh...

- Okay.

- I'm so sorry, Jer.

I'm so sorry for bringing you in here.

- She's not here, Bryce. She's not dead.

Are you hearing me?

- No. They killed her. She's gone.

- No. She's not. She's not, Bryce.

Look. We're gonna find her. We're gonna find Michelle.

Me and you.

- I was gonna be a father.

- [Gasps] No, Bryce! Bryce! No!

No!

[Panting]

[Door opens]

- Shit. Oh, my God.

[Distorted laughter]

- Your mother is the priestess...

She disturbs us.

Tell her many have tried to fight me,

and all have failed.

I am forever.

I am Under.

[Growling]

[Growling continues]

- Shit.

Oh, shit.

- [Growling]

[Distorted voices]

- [Growling]

- Take it! - Aah!

- [Growling fades]

- What the fuck?

[Engine sputtering]

Shit.

[Engine sputtering]

Come on. Fuck!

[Engine sputtering]

My name is Jerome Anthony Jackson,

and I am of clear mind.

To whoever watches this,

to whoever doesn't believe any of it...

...let this footage be our final proof.

Any misdeeds that occurred tonight were only accidents.

My partner, Bryce Anderson, is...

Was a good man.

He got caught up in a situation and didn't know what to do.

And...

I don't know where his body is.

I watched him die, but...

...I don't know where he is.

I suspect they took him. I...

suspect they took his wife.

I suspect I sound crazy.

But if you're watching this, you've seen, too.

And maybe I'm not.

Maybe this is the sanest I've ever been.

And-- A-And that scares me.

If I die on this night, it wasn't by my own hands.

I don't know what's happening...

but I pray this gets out and you see the truth.

I'm sorry.

[Engine sputtering]

Come on. Please, God, please. Please.

[Engine starts]

[Tires squeal]

[Engine revs]

Fuck.

Control, this is 5-2-8. Coming to you now.

Control, do you copy?

- [Laughter]

- What do you want?! You've already taken him!

- You took something from us. We take something from you.

- Fuck you!

Okay. Okay.

What the fuck?

Okay.

[Crackling]

Okay. Okay.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

- [Crackling] - [Gasps]

[Tires screech]

Okay.

Where am I? Where the fuck am I?

- [Crackling] - Oh!

[Tires screech]

[Line ringing]

- Jerome? - Ma! Ma, I need you.

- What's happened?

- I know what to do.

- Your friend is gone, isn't he?

- Yes.

- Because he took his light from him.

- Yes.

I'm trying to get to the precinct to get help,

but I'm lost, Ma.

I keep ending up at this house,

the house where this all started.

- Oh, he throws his tricks, don't he, Jerome?

But-- But you gotta see through 'em.

Where are you?

- Uh, d-downtown, I think.

Uh, I don't know. It's-- It's dark out.

I'm trying to get help, but he won't let me.

- Just follow my voice. Let-- Let me be your light.

- Just keep talking, Ma, okay?

Just-- Just keep me company.

- You're stronger than he is.

You got up out of this life.

You're a good boy. You got up out of here.

- Keep talking, Ma.

- 'Cause you didn't listen to him,

not when you could have, not when your sister did.

Not when your sister brought his filth into our home.

- Ma.

- You didn't put him in your veins.

And that scares him, God of temptation.

- Ohh.

It's the house, Ma. The house. It--

It's like I can't get away.

- Jerome, you stay far away from that place.

- I can't. It's-- It's like it's haunting me.

- Just keep driving. Do not stop for anything.

Use my voice. Follow my light.

- Ma. Ma. I'm listening.

- Just remember. He's not after you.

He's after me. Stay away from the house.

Do not go back there.

[Siren wails]

I know you're scared, but I'm coming for you.

I'm going to find you. Just keep driving.

Help is on the way.

- Ma. Are you there?!

Ma! Ma!

[Tires screech]

[Siren distorts]

[Engine stops]

Ma?

Ma?

Ma, he found me.

Let this be our final proof.

There's a monster here.

[Door closes]

How is this possible?

[Creaking]

- You there? Thank God. There you are.

You found me. You need to hurry.

- Bryce? Bryce?

- I found Michelle, man...

She's where they all go.

- I-I watched you die, Bryce.

Y-You're not real.

- ...we need you here. I can't do this alone.

- No. You're not-- You're not real.

T-That can't be you, Bryce.

- I'm gonna be a dad!

I don't know if I can do it alone, Jer.

Hurry!

♪

- ♪ This love that I'm giving you ♪

♪ Won't ever die ♪

♪

- Hello?

- Hello.

- Hello?

- Hello.

♪

- ♪ To forever keep you happy ♪

- Bryce. Are you there?

♪

- ♪ This I promise you ♪

♪ This love that I am giving you ♪

♪ Is so rare ♪

♪ You won't find it nowhere ♪

- [Woman screams] - Shit!

Can you hear me? Fuck.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Bryce, you in here?

Bryce?

[Feedback whines]

- [Woman screams] - What the--

[Woman screams]

- Bryce?

[Feedback whines]

[Feedback whines]

[Woman screams]

- Fuck.

What the fuck?

[Woman screaming]

- [Breathing deeply]

[Woman screams]

[Rapid footsteps]

Hello?!

Does anyone need help?!

[Woman screams]

- I'm coming!

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

[Woman screams]

[Feedback whines]

[Radio beeps]

[Woman screaming]

- Bryce?

[Woman screaming]

[Baby crying]

- It's a girl.

[Feedback whines]

- No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What the-- What the fuck?

What is...

- [Growling]

- What the fuck was that?

- [Growling]

[Feedback whines]

- [Growling]

[Baby crying]

[Baby crying]

- Fuck.

Oh! [Gasps]

Oh, fuck.

Bryce.

[Baby cooing]

Why didn't you just do the right thing?

- Descend with us, Jer.

Descend with us, and we can all be a family.

All of us.

- What?

[Gasps]

Neisha.

- ...big brother.

- How?

- Can be a family. Together.

[Baby cries]

- [Growling]

[Police radio chatter]

- It's just up here.

[Police radio chatter]

- That's it. That's his car.

- The hell is he doing? - I don't know.

Fuckin' call it in. - [Siren wails]

- Control, 702. Approaching 1626 Rise.

Car 6814 still on scene.

- Copy, 702.

- Alright, ma'am. Stay in the car.

- The hell I am.

- I think we can manage a few tweakers.

- You have no idea what you're dealing with.

- The hell was he doing here?

[Dog barking]

- Oh. I know this place.

- Please stay behind us, Mrs. Jackson.

- Control, 702.

[Static]

Getting some interference.

Hey, Control, do you copy?

- We don't have time for this. - Ma'am!

- Control, do you copy?! - That's not gonna work here.

He's down there.

- Ma'am, please! Ma'am, behind us.

Hello?! Jerome Anthony Jackson?!

Are you hurt?!

Jackson, you down here?!

- There he is.

- Jerome?

- What the fuck?

- Baby, I found you.

Jerome?

- Ma'am, stay back from him.

- Baby, I found you.

- Ma?

- I'm here, baby.

[Gasps]

- [Distorted] She's rising.

- [Gasps]

[High-pitched ringing]

- She's rising, Ma.

- Huh?

- Oh, shit. - What the fuck?

- Ohh!

- Oh, shit. Shit.

What the fuck? Oh, fuck.

Oh. Oh, shit.

- Neisha?

- You wanted us to be together again.

- We need to leave.

[Screams] - [Gasps]

- Stay back! Fuck! What the fuck?!

Hey, Control! Control, come in!

- Control! - It's not working!

- Please. Please.

- [Screams] - Oh, Jesus.

- We've been waiting for you, Ma.

Ma, we can be a family again.

Forever.

- What the fuck is in there?

Do you hear that? Do you hear that?

- [Growling]

- [Groans]

- Ohh...

[Moaning]

- Help. H-Help. Hel--

- [Growling]

[Man screams]

- [Groaning]

- Come home, Mommy.

- [Growling]

- [Screams]

- Please. Please.

Jackson.

No, Jackson.

- [Growling]

[Baby crying]

[Man screaming]

♪ This love that I am giving you ♪

♪ Won't ever die ♪

♪ And this love will always be true ♪

♪ No matter how many years go by ♪

♪ And there really isn't one thing ♪

♪ That it isn't willing to do

♪ To forever keep you happy

♪ This I promise you ♪

♪ This love that I am giving you ♪

♪ Is so rare ♪

♪ You won't find it nowhere

♪ No love could ever mean more

♪ No matter how much that love may care ♪

♪ So you better take advantage of this ♪

♪ Golden opportunity

♪ Just to know that you're deciding ♪

♪ Would mean so much to me ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da da-da ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da da-da ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ This love that I'm giving you ♪

- [Growling]

♪

♪