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Apologies, miss.

I didn't know
how else to wake you.

The Heelshires had to
step out for a moment.

They beg
your pardon, miss,

and they ask that
you wait in the parlor.

It's like something out of
a storybook, isn't it?

Oh, the Heelshires have
already taken care of that.

And I put
your things inside.

Thanks.

Whoa.

Is anyone up there? Hi.

Is anyone up here?

Hi there.

Sorry.

Believe it or not,
I was actually

trying not
to scare you.

No, I'm sorry
I jumped.

I... I thought I heard
someone upstairs.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm sorry. It's so stupid.

Are you Mr. Heelshire?
No.

I know you're not. Yeah.

Uh, no,
I'm the grocery boy.

Well, grocery man.
You know.

I own the shop,
actually.

Okay. I'm Malcolm,
by the way.

Hi.

You must be here
for the nanny job.

Yeah. Greta Evans.

I've got some groceries
to unpack downstairs

if you want to join me.

I could give you a tour
of such exotic locations...

Uh, as the pantry
and bread bin.

Does that interest you?

Sounds great. Sure.
Lead the way.

You're American, yeah?

Yeah.
My first trip to the UK.

All right,
let me guess.

California, right?

Montana. In this?
Oh.

Yeah.
It goes in the basket.

You know, I'm usually
so good at these things.

I've got a touch
of the gift.

The gift?

Prognosticator, clairvoyant,
whatever you like to call it.

Uh, I had a grandmother
that read tea leaves.

My mother read palms, so...

Okay, what do you read?

Me?
Yeah.

Uh...

Chewing gum.

Okay.

We don't get to choose
our gifts, Miss Evans.

Come on, if you'll allow me.
Don't be shy.

Allow you to...

Yeah, I'm going to
read your gum.

I'm a professional.
Trust me.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

All right.
Oh. Okay.

Huh.

Interesting
teeth marks. Uh...

I see that
you're a writer...

From Phoenix, Montana.

It looks like
you've come here

to be inspired by
the English countryside...

To get away from
the hustle and bustle

of your life
in the US of A.

No.

Close.
Um...

Not at all. No.

Okay, one more try.
Okay.

Okay? Just one.

Ah. Okay.

Okay, I see where
we went wrong now.

It's very obvious now.
Of course.

Um...

I see a dark past.

On the run from someone,
are we?

That's what
it looks like.

I'll throw it away now.

I'm afraid that was my
best attempt at flirting.

Believe it or not,
I'm actually

considered charming
in this country.

It's okay.

It's amazing that
any of us manage

to procreate
at all, really.

Bread?

Yeah, in
the cupboard behind.

So... Um...

So, what's
the family like?

Well, they're nice,
you know?

They're very generous.

As good a people as
you'll ever hope to meet.

And the son? Brahms?

Brahms.

Oh, he's, um...

Uh...

I'm not sure quite
how to explain it, really.

Oh, look.

Mrs. Heelshire...

It's so nice
to finally meet you.

Hmm. Where are your shoes?

Uh...

Brahms is very excited
to meet you, Miss Evans.

He's never met
an American before.

I'm very excited
to meet him, too.

I, um...

I was sure I left
my shoes right here.

They'll turn up.

It's Brahms.
He can be playful.

I assume you brought
other shoes.

Yes, I did.

Then let's hurry up.

We've kept them
waiting long enough.

Her name is Miss Evans.

So, we want you to be
on your very best behavior.

You're looking very smart.
You know, I like that tie.

Do you know
why I like that tie?

Daddy.

Miss Evans, allow me
to introduce Mr. Heelshire.

Miss Evans.

And this is
our son, Brahms.

So,
you've met Brahms then.

How are you doing,
Brahms? Eh?

Now, you take it easy
on Miss Evans.

She's traveled a long way
just to meet you.

I'll be off then.
The bill's on the table.

A pleasure to meet you,
Miss Evans.

I hope to see you
on my next delivery.

Thank you, Malcolm.

Of course.

It's so nice
to meet you, Brahms.

I hope that you and I
can be friends.

Daddy, will you take Miss Evans' things

up to her room, please?

Miss Evans,
we might as well get started.

I have a lot
to show you.

You'll be all alone out here.

Do you think
you can manage?

Yeah, of course.

Hmm. Well, we've had
a number of potential nannies

come through already.

Brahms has
rejected them all,

though they weren't nearly
as young or as pretty

as you.

You will wake him
at 7:00 each morning

and you will dress him.

Okay.

You'll find his
clean clothes behind you.

So, I should...

Wake him up and dress him,
Miss Evans.

There's no better way
to learn than by doing.

Okay.

Wake up, Brahms.

Well, I don't
know about you,

but that certainly
wouldn't wake me.

It's time to
wake up, Brahms.

He's not a baby,
Miss Evans.

You needn't be afraid
of hurting him.

Change this stuff...

Excuse me.

Mmm-hmm.

Now, let's show Miss Evans
how we get you dressed.

I'd let her do it herself,

but I'm afraid
we'd be here all afternoon.

Brahms has three hours
of lessons five days a week

and I like to start
by reading some poetry.

Do you know any,
Miss Evans?

Uh...

I know all the words to
Green Eggs and Ham.

Well, it doesn't have
to be poetry, of course.

Any of these
books will do,

but you must read
in a loud, clear voice.

Yes, of course.

Yes, of course.

Excellent.

Next is music
appreciation.

Oh, now, Brahms.

You must sit up
straight, hmm?

Like a good little boy.

Music, Miss Evans.

I don't know how Brahms

would go on
without his music.

It's his world.

Of course, he likes it
rather louder than I prefer...

But it gives him
so much joy.

I don't dare
take it away from him.

We don't throw any food out
in this house, Miss Evans.

This is a country house.

Do you know
what that means?

No.

It means we are
in constant battle

with the outside elements.

Weather, plants, vermin.

Especially vermin,
Miss Evans.

And so we take certain
measures against them.

Hello, my darling.

Mr. Heelshire will explain
the rest of your duties.

Uh, the food
goes in here.

Thank you.

Now, I'll show you
the traps.

Yes, we do our best to keep up the house.

Oh, by the way, we don't use
the fireplaces anymore.

A bit of a hazard.

And regrettably,

the last tradesman
we had actually...

He managed
to paint the windows shut.

You know, personally, I don't think
that all of this is necessary,

but Mrs. Heelshire is
convinced that the rats

will get into the walls.

And Brahms, of course,

he's never been
very fond of animals.

He's always been
very shy, you see.

Very timid.

I know how this must
look to you, Miss Evans,

and to be
completely honest,

I'm not sure how
it all came to this.

Little by little and then
all at once, I suppose.

Mmm.

What I'm trying
to say is that

whatever it might
look like on the outside,

our son is here.

He's very much with us.

Do you understand,
Miss Evans?

Yes.
Good.

Oh, good.
That's very good.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,

look upon a little child.

Pity my simplicity,
suffer me to come to Thee.

God bless Mummy.
God bless Daddy.

God bless Greta.

God bless me.

Amen.
Amen.

You were such
a good boy today, Brahms.

You behaved like
a little gentleman.

Mummy's so
proud of you.

Could you give us
a moment alone

to speak to Brahms
privately?

Oh, sure.

Brahms...

He wants you,
Miss Evans.

He's chosen you
if you'll have him.

I don't know.

This whole thing
is just creepy.

A huge house in the middle
of nowhere. No neighbors.

The windows don't even open.
No cell service, no Wi-Fi.

Greta, you know
you needed to get away.

The situation
is perfect for you.

I feel like
I'm taking advantage of them.

No, you're just being paid
to babysit a doll.

You should see the way
they talk to it.

Yeah, it's a little creepy,

but it's only
for a few months.

You can handle it.

Sandy, if this was
for two weeks...

Greta, you need
this money.

You can start over,
forget what happened.

Then what?

You're going to be okay.

You're right.

Um...

What?

It's Cole.

He's been
calling nonstop.

He even came by the house.

He scared Morgan
half to death.

What did you tell him?
Nothing.

And I'm not going
to tell him anything.

I guess he doesn't care
about the restraining order.

Okay. Don't engage.

Okay.

Don't say that
you spoke to me.

If he asks, say that
you don't know where I am.

I know. I know.
You know that. Sorry.

I just don't want to
see you hurt again.

Brahms!

How could you?
What have you done?

Wait till I tell Daddy.

I don't believe
you've done this.

Mummy has to go now.

And you have to
be a good boy...

Because you promised us.

I apologize...

...for the rush,
Miss Evans.

It's so long since
we've been on holiday

and we're anxious
to be off.

Besides, Brahms
seems so fond of you.

I only wish we had
an opportunity to, uh...

To explain to you
the vicissitudes of a child

as unique as our Brahms.

But, uh, you'll
pick it up, I'm sure.

Oh, I've got something
to, um, help you along.

A schedule. The rules.

Mrs. Heelshire, she was kind
enough to write one out, you see?

Now, it may
seem a bit silly,

but it is important
that you follow them

because Brahms is
not like other children.

He can be particular.

I'm afraid we may
have indulged him

a bit over the years.

Come along, Mummy.

Malcolm will be
by once a week

with groceries and,
of course, your payment.

And I'm sure that he can
answer any other questions

that you might have.

I'm sorry. I'm...
I'm a bit off today.

It's so long since
we've gone anywhere.

Be good to him and
he'll be good to you.

Be bad to him...

Oh, she will be good to him.
Won't you, Miss Evans?

Yes. I'll...

I'll treat him
like my own.

I'm so sorry.

Come along, my dear.
It's time we left.

No offense, Brahms,
but you kind of creep me out.

Jesus, Gret,
you just got here

and already
you're cracking up.

Hey, it's Sandy. Leave a message.

Or don't.

Hey, it's me again.

Call me when you can.

And send me some more
magazines, too.

Anything with...

Actually, anything.

Okay.

Hello?

Sandy?

Cole?

Do you need a lift?

So, all that food
just goes to waste?

No, not all of it.

Mr. Heelshire
eats some of them.

He's always been the less
strict one about all of this.

You could have
warned me, you know?

What, and
ruin the surprise?

Thanks.

Oh, speaking
of surprises...

Your first week's pay
for a job well done.

Thank you.

But I have to ask you.

Yes. I am single.

Believe it or not.

"What's the story
with the doll?"

Yeah.

It was a fire.
Brahms didn't make it out.

On his eighth birthday.
Such a tragedy.

And the doll turned up
not long after that.

I know it must seem strange.
I mean, it is bloody strange.

But it's all harmless.

A way to cope.

I can't imagine what it must
be like to lose a child.

So, he died 20 years ago?
He'd be about your age.

They've lived like
this for 20 years?

Mmm-hmm.

And they've been looking for
a nanny for the last year.

You're probably going mad
in this house, aren't you?

It might be
good to get out.

I could show you the
world-famous local nightlife.

I mean, I know technically
you're not supposed to leave Brahms,

but I won't tell
if you won't.

I just...

I just got out
of a thing.

No. Uh, this
is not a thing.

You know, I...
I assure you of that.

This is, uh,

a professional
courtesy seeing as

we're employed
by the same people.

You know, it's a duty
is what it is.

I will take

no pleasure in it
whatsoever.

I promise.

Yeah?

Okay. Yeah.

Wow.
Do you realize that's more money

than I make
in an entire month.

And they paid you in cash?

Yeah. In pounds.

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm just
getting dressed.

Malcolm's going to give me
a tour of the town.

Are you going on a date?

It's not a date.

I wouldn't call it
a date anyway.

Right.

It's more of
a professional courtesy.

How is that not a date?

Well, we work for the same people,
don't we?

Yeah, okay.
Are you going to wear your coral dress?

I don't know.
I'll figure it out.

Oh, and let me guess.

You're drinking
a nice glass of red wine.

Maybe.

I know your
going-on-a-date routine.

I think it's good
that you're going out.

You don't have to deny it

just because
he's a grocery man.

Greta?

Hey. Are you there?

Sorry.
What happened?

Nothing. It's Brahms.

Brahms?

It's the doll.

My clothes.

Hello?

Malcolm, if that's you,
this isn't funny.

Look, if somebody's
up there...

For God's sake.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Malcolm!

Up here!

Malcolm!

No, Malcolm!

No!

Oh, my God. Up here!

Malcolm!

Greta?

No. Malcolm! Malcolm!

Oh, God.

Hmm.

You spent
the night up there?

What kind of girl
goes into someone's attic?

I bet no one's been
up there for years.

What on Earth
compelled you?

Whoa.

Well, that's
one mystery solved.

Let me check
the rest of the house.

So, Greta,

I've checked every nook and
cranny of this very lovely,

very weird
and large house.

All the windows
are sealed tight.

The house is clear, okay?

There was someone in here.
I know it.

My clothes.

You know,

I used to sleepwalk
when I was a boy.

I wasn't sleepwalking.

Well, I could stick around
for a bit...

Make sure we don't
have some very polite

burglar on our hands,

coming in,
taking nothing,

and then locking up after
himself before he leaves.

It's really no problem.
I'm here anyway.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Okay.

You've played this before.

Misspent youth.

Let me know when you're
ready to play for money.

Oh, no, thanks.

So, tell me about Brahms.

I told you about
all I know.

Wow. That was
a truly terrible poker face.

All right, what do you
want to know?

What was he like?
The real Brahms.

You need to know there's
two types of talk in town.

There's polite talk
and pub talk, you know?

And the truth is
somewhere in between.

Okay, what was
the polite talk?

Ah...

That he was a lovely lad

and it's a tragedy that he was
taken at such a young age.

And the pub talk?

Well, you know,

that he wasn't
such a lovely lad.

Yeah, that he was
downright strange.

What's the truth?

One night, I came out
here for a delivery.

I didn't know it
at the time,

but it was Brahms's birthday
or would have been.

And Mrs. Heelshire,
she was in the sitting room

opening presents
with the doll.

And Mr. Heelshire...

He was in here.

Off his pickle.

Drunk and mumbling
to himself

that he couldn't
do it anymore.

I told him
I'd come back...

But he said,
"No, no, come on.

"Have a drink
with an old man."

So I do.

Well, we get
a couple of drinks in.

We're chatting
about the weather

and so on and finally...

I get the courage to ask him
that exact question.

"What was Brahms,
the real Brahms, like?"

God, he just looks at me
with this heartbroken look.

It made me sorry
I even asked.

And he said one word.

"Odd," he says.

Odd.

And that was it.

Which, I suppose is all
the answer we'll ever get.

My shot.

Are you sure you're going
to be okay here on your own?

Yeah.

Oh, okay.

So, a family friend
of the freaky people,

who pretend a doll
is their dead son.

Yeah, totally trust
in their judgment.

It's not like that.
He didn't have to come over here

and check
the whole house.

No, you watch.
You'll wake up in the middle of the night

and he'll be standing over
you in your coral dress,

with lipstick smeared
all over his face.

I am serious.

There are some really bad people
out there in this world.

Unfortunately, you should
know that better than most.

Speaking of...

Cole came by the house.

Morgan said he just kept pounding
and pounding on the door.

Cole told him
some story about

wanting to write you a letter
apologizing for everything.

Please tell me Morgan
didn't give him the address.

He didn't know how else
to get rid of him.

He's 10 years old.

I'm sorry, Greta.

No, I know.

I'm the one that
should be sorry

for dragging
you guys into this.

Don't say that.
We are family.

And you didn't do
anything wrong.

What happened back then
was his fault.

God, what he took from you.

I won't read anything that
that son of a bitch sends me.

Everything happens
for a reason.

Hello?

Jesus.

No.

Hello.

Hello?

Greta.

Hello?

Who is this?

Please come out.

Come play, pretty Greta.

Greta?

Who is this?

Why won't you
follow the rules?

Oh, my God.

Leave me alone!

What are you doing?

I promise
I'll be good.

It's your favorite.

Oh.

Oh.

Is this what you want?

Okay.

Hello?

Greta, it's Malcolm.

Hey.

Uh, it's the weirdest thing.

When I first got here,
Mrs. Heelshire said

that Brahms took my shoes.

And that he was playful.

And I thought
she was joking.

Greta, are you okay?
What about shoes?

You need to
replace your shoes?

No, it's not
about my shoes.

Uh, Greta, I'm not sure
I understand,

but I was calling
to see if you'd like...

I have to go.

Greta?

It's time, my dear.

Wakey, wakey.

"I went to the door
and watched its lamps

"approach rapidly
through the gloom.

"'Is she going by herself?'
asked the porter's wife.

"'Yes.'
'And how far is it?'

"'Fifty miles.'

"'What a long way!'

"'I wonder Mrs. Reed
is not afraid

"'to trust her
so far alone.'

"I remember but little
of the journey.

"I only know that the day seemed
to me of preternatural length

"and that we
appeared to travel

"over hundreds of miles."

I think we did it all.

I think we could
teach you this one,

couldn't we, Brahmsy?

I didn't know
you could play.

Sorry. I tried knocking.

That's okay.

What are you doing here?

You didn't pick up
your phone.

So, I thought
maybe I'd make

the delivery a little
early this week.

I can come back if you...

No, that's okay.
I just wasn't expecting you.

Right.

Hey, I grabbed the mail
on the way in.

Are you sure
you're okay?

Yeah.

You can put it in there.

It looks like you
and Brahms are getting on.

Yeah.

Oh, I was thinking I might
take you up on that, uh,

night on the town.
Dinner, drinks, dancing.

I'll have you know,
I'm a legend

in these parts
for my dance moves.

I don't think I should.

Well, you're not...

You're not worried
about Brahms, are you?

I mean, he doesn't mind.
Do you, eh? You old sod.

Of course not.
I've been hoping

she'll get out.
I need a little privacy.

I think I'll watch telly,
have a nice bath.

A little Brahms time.

Hey, yeah.
Good on you. High five.

Maybe another time.

Yeah, another time then.

I better be off.

Brahms.

Can you hear me?

Brahms.

Reach for your food.

If there is a spirit
in this house,

please give me a sign.

Boo!

Stupid.

Brahms.

I'm so sorry to make you drive
all the way out here again.

Are you okay?

I needed someone
else to see it.

So I would know.

To see what?

He's alive.

Who's alive?

Brahms is alive.

Brahms is alive?

I know. You must
think I'm crazy.

I would think
the same thing.

I just have to
clean this off

so you know
that I'm not cheating.

I don't think you're cheating.
No worries there.

I think you've gone
completely mental.

I have to use the chalk,

because sometimes
he doesn't move that much

and it's hard to tell.

I was very scientific
in the beginning.

I was even measuring him,

because I want to make sure
that when it happens,

there's no doubt

at all.

Okay. Here we go.

This is something. It's

something.

Okay.

I couldn't
figure it out before.

All these strange
things kept happening.

But little things like...

The footsteps,
my necklace, uh, my shoes.

My clothes kept
disappearing.

Then I remembered
what you said,

that he's shy.

He doesn't want
people to see him,

so if you go out of the room
and you leave him alone,

then he'll give you a sign.

Okay, this is like some kind
of magic trick, right?

You don't really
think he's alive.

It's not a trick.
Come on.

Okay, Brahms,
here we come.

Okay. It's okay.

I think maybe we should
sit down for a bit.

Honestly, I think
you're a bit tired.

Hey.

Please, Brahms.
I need him to see, okay?

I know this is
hard for you,

but do it for me.

I need this or
I have to go.

I can't stay here anymore.

Greta, come on.

Brahms... Please, just give it
one more chance, okay?

If he doesn't move,

if nothing happens,
then I'm crazy.

Just one more chance. Okay.

Okay, Brahmsy.

Okay.

Jesus.

Oh.

All right,
where's he gone?

I don't know.

He does it differently
every time.

He's just gone.
He's just gone.

Whoa. God.

Oh.

He's never been
there before.

It's bloody
incredible, isn't it?

And we really don't even know
what we're dealing with here.

Is it a ghost,
some sort of trapped spirit?

A boy.

Brahms is a boy.

Yeah, he is.

Well, he's lucky
you came along. Hmm?

I don't even think
it was luck.

It wasn't?

I think I was brought
here for a reason.

Okay.

There was a guy back home
that I was involved with.

Cole. Not a good guy.

And

everyone I knew
begged me to leave him.

And then I found out
I was pregnant.

And...

He swore up and down
that he'd change.

And that he was sorry.

And I believed him.

And...

Then one day,
he went off again...

And my sister took me
to the hospital.

But I knew before
I even got there

that I had lost the baby.

What I'm trying
to say is I...

I know what it feels
like to lose a child.

Just like the Heelshires.

And that ties me to them.

And to Brahms.

And to this place.

Does that make
any sense to you?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

But whatever the reason,

I am very happy that
you ended up here.

I am, too.

And God bless Malcolm.
God bless me.

And God bless Brahmsy.

You were such
a good boy today.

Sweet dreams.

Hey.
So...

That's a nice shirt.

My mother
bought me this shirt.

She has good taste.

I'll let her know.

Are you okay?
Mmm-hmm.

What the hell
is going on in here?

You're going to hurt
your ears, you silly boy.

What do you have
that so loud for?

Given everything
that's happened,

maybe it would be wise

if you stayed
in town tonight.

Okay? What just happened...

That music...

Yeah, that was...

Children have tantrums.
It was a tantrum.

All right, I understand
what this means to you.

Okay? But let's just
step back for a second,

get some perspective here.

No, I don't
need perspective.

I know exactly
what is happening here

and I'm not
going anywhere.

The Heelshires asked me
to look after him.

I promised the Heelshires that
I would take care of him.

Under the circumstances,
I think they'll understand.

They chose me.
They want me to stay here

with Brahms.

Oh, God.

I should have
told you this before...

But I didn't want
to scare you off.

A little girl from town
used to come out here

once a week
to play with Brahms.

Emily Cribbs.

And on his birthday,
she comes out

and never makes it home.

They finally found
her body in the woods.

Her skull had
been crushed.

The police called
the Heelshires

to let them know

that Brahms would
need to be questioned.

By the time they arrived,

the place was
already up in flames.

The Heelshires
made it out,

but Brahms was burned
alive up there.

Did they ever
find her killer?

No, they never did.

All I'm saying is
if you're right...

If this thing is some kind
of spirit or ghost or...

Okay. I don't even know.

I am not sure that
it is the good kind.

Well, you said yourself
that's just pub talk.

But what if it isn't?

I know he wouldn't hurt me.

I know.

It's not safe
in this house, okay?

I'm not leaving.

Okay.

Now, you go straight to
sleep like a good boy, okay?

You wouldn't hurt me,
would you, Brahms?

Emily Cribbs.

Who's hungry?

I am.

Malcolm?

Let's go see.

Malcolm? I thought
you weren't coming till...

Cole.

Who's Malcolm?

I was going to
write you a letter,

but you know me.

I've never been
one for writing.

Is this the little fellow?

What's his name?

Brahms.

Uh...

This is a joke, right?

A real boy's just
going to come

running out
any second now.

There isn't a little boy.
They...

They pay me to
look after a doll.

You're serious.

Well, that makes things
a hell of a lot simpler.

The whole way here
I was trying to figure out

how I was going to
convince you to come home

and how we'd
deal with the boy,

but now this shit?

I've been working out
at Fairview with

Ed Bruner's crew.

He got a contract
on a, uh, new hotel.

So there's more than
enough work for all of us.

Wow.

That's awesome, Cole.
That's what you wanted.

I understand why you left.
I do.

Our flight leaves
tomorrow afternoon.

I'm taking you home.

Greta?

Oh, sorry. I, uh...

I let myself in.

That's okay.

- This is, uh, Malcolm.
- Malcolm.

He brings our groceries
and stuff out here.

Hey, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, man.

So, what do you make
of all this doll stuff?

Uh, you know, I try
not to get involved

in other people's
business.

Smart man.

I have that delivery

if you'd like to go
over the inventory list.

Yeah, sure.
I'll be right back.

What the hell
is he doing here?

He just showed up.

Well, he has to leave.

You can't actually
let him stay here.

No, I don't. I'm not
letting him do anything.

He wants me to
go home with him.

Well, that isn't
going to happen.

And what if he attacks
you or something?

He won't. Trust me.

I have a plan.

Sounds good, though.

Pleasure
meeting you.

You, too.

Yeah, have
a good evening.

Should I be worried?

About Malcolm?

Mmm.
No.

Here you go.

So, I guess I'm not sleeping
in your bed tonight, huh?

No. I can bring you
more blankets.

No, this is good.

What are you doing
with that thing?

Well, I was going to
get him out of your way.

I figured you wouldn't want
him sitting in here with you.

He is a creepy
little guy.

Yeah.

Look, Greta...

I'm sorry for
what happened.

I just need to know

that you forgive me.

I'd like to
hear you say that.

I can't.

Greta.

Fine, but I want you to
realize something right now.

You're not
leaving me, Greta.

And I'm not
letting you go,

no matter where
you run off to.

You understand?

Hmm?

Now...

Make sure you're packed
and ready by morning.

Okay?

All right.

Don't worry, Brahms,
I'm not going to leave you.

But I need your help.

Greta!

Greta!

Get in here!

Greta!

Cole, what happened?
Get in here.

Right now.
What is this? Huh?

Was this you?

I...
I didn't do that.

Don't play
these games with me!

How can that not be you?
No one else is in this house.

Brahms.

The doll?

The doll wrote this?

Don't pull this shit
on me, Greta.

Okay, fine.

It wasn't you.

It was the doll.

Give it to me.

Give me the doll.
No.

Give me the doll. Greta.

Hand him over!

No! Cole, no!

Get off of me!

I've had as much
as I can take.

It was me. You were right.
It was me.

It's too late!
Now give me the doll. No.

Greta!
Now! I'm not joking around!

Hey, hey! Get your things
and get out of here!

You know, everyone just seems to
be in a big hurry for me to leave.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Maybe... Maybe you
left that little message for me.

Huh? Or are you going to
say it was the doll, too?

What did Brahms do?

Cole, you don't understand
what's happening. The doll...

No, I think I understand
exactly what's going on here.

Give me the doll.

- What's so special about this doll?
- Cole!

- Huh?
- Cole, please. No.

Cole!

Fine.

What the hell was that?

I think we
need to leave.

What's going on?

We should...
We should really go.

Shh.

There's something...

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God.

Greta?

Greta?

Get up, come on.

Jesus, what is that?

It's Brahms.

It can't be.

Oh, no.

No!
No!

No! Stop!

No!

Ah!

Oh, my God.

No. No! No!

Let's go.

It's dead.

Come on.

The closet!

Come on.

Greta!

This way.

The key.

The key.
Find the key.

I can't see anything.

Oh, my God.

Malcolm!
We can get out this way!

Let's go.

Close it.

Come on.
It only goes up.

There's an opening.

Oh, which way?
Dead end.

Malcolm.

Yes.
Here.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God,
what is this?

He's got everything
you could need.

He's been living
in here, hasn't he?

We've got to find a way out.
Okay.

It's me.

That's my dress.

That looks like my hair.

Greta,
I found a way down.

Oh, my God.

He's been watching me
this whole time.

Okay, come on.
This way. Come on.

"We will not be back.
The girl is yours now.

"She is yours
to love and care for."

They were never coming back.
Come on, Greta. Come on.

He's been living in the walls
the whole time watching me.

Come on.
They knew he would do this.

Get in, please.

So, take this down
all the way.

Shh.

Go, go!

No.

Yeah. Out, out, go.
Come on.

Is he outside?

It's locked,
it's locked!

Come on, Greta. Open it.
Shit!

I can feel it giving.
It's going to give.

Come on, push.
Where are you going?

He's coming.

Greta!
I am not leaving without you!

Just go! I want you to go!
No!

Go!

Come on!

No, Malcolm.

No!

Greta.

Come back.

I'll be good. I will.

- No.
- Greta.

No!
Get back here.

Get back here.

Don't leave me.
You get back here!

If you leave,
I'll kill him!

I'll kill him
just like the others!

No.

No.

Malcolm.

I came back
for you, Brahms.

I told you I wouldn't leave
you and I didn't, did I?

I told you I wouldn't.

Brahms!

It's time for bed now.

Brahms, I said
it's time for bed.

Let's go.

You know the rules.

Put that down now, Brahms.

Are you ready for bed?

Under the covers.

Be a good boy, Brahms,
and go straight to sleep, okay?

Kiss.

No kiss tonight, Brahms.

That's your punishment.
I'm sorry.

Okay.

Kiss.

Please...

Malcolm.

Malcolm.

Malcolm.

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