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Jesus fucking Christ.

What the fuck, man?

Sneaking around here like some Goddamn Vietcong.

Uh, sorry, sir. I didn't mean to scare you.

I was surprised, not scared.

Boy, you young people just walk into offices

and don't even announce yourself.

You know what? Leave, knock,

and wait for me to give you permission to enter.

You deaf? Leave, knock,

and wait for me to give you permission to come in.

Um, okay.

Who is it?

Requesting permission to enter?

I don't know. I can't hear you.

Can I come in?

I don't know. Can you?

Can I?

It's "may I." And, yes, you may enter.

Reporting for duty, sir.

What the--

Did they send me the right guy?

Uh, I think so.

That's funny.

What's funny, sir?

You sounded so much bigger on the phone.

What'd you say your name was again?

- Edward. - Edward?

Oh. Imposing.

Mnh-mnh. You're no Edward.

More like an Ed.

Here, put this on.

Don't you dare drop that.

- What is this? - That is your body camera.

Put it on.

Ed, this is the first and last time

I'm gonna help you get dressed.

There you go. - Whoa, that's sick.

Hey, Ed, that is not a toy.

You break it, lose it, they dock it from your pay.

You understand?

Um, not to be insubordinate,

but isn't the building gonna be demolished?

Why bother with these?

Why do you care?

Yes, it's gonna be demolished.

But there's some crazy things that have happened around here.

You know, there's a lot of blind spots

the cameras can't see.

I'm just messing with you, man.

Welcome to the surveillance world.

Now--

This is Lester.

Yes, he's still here.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Okay.

- What was that? - Your mom.

My mom called you?

No, man. That was Ms. Downey.

She wants you to come back to the office

and finish up some paperwork.

Chop, chop. Let's go!

Oh.

Edward!

Come have a seat, sweetheart.

Hello, ma'am.

Aren't you looking handsome in that uniform.

A little thin, though.

Getting enough to eat? - Ma'am, thank you.

I'm eating fine. Just got a fast metabolism.

Maybe you picked up a little tapeworm out on tour.

Maybe.

We'll just have to fatten you up.

So, how has the transition been to civilian life?

Fine. Good.

- Good? - Yeah.

I know discharge is hard.

How's the injury? - Uh, it's okay.

I've learned to work around it.

- What was it again? - Uh, my shoulder.

Mm. What a shame.

But on the bright side, now you get to work here.

Speaking of,

I noticed we didn't get your completed SF-15 form.

We need that for tax benefits

since we're hiring a veteran with disabilities.

You can fill this out right now,

and I'll get it filed right away.

Sorry, I thought I told you about that.

My bad, but I technically don't qualify for that.

I don't remember you telling me that.

What happened?

Uh, so, long story short,

I hurt my shoulder while on duty but didn't tell my C.O.

That means "commanding officer."

Anyways, I didn't think it'd be an issue,

but when I was discharged, the pain didn't go away

and the, uh, mobility didn't come back.

It actually got a lot worse,

so I went to the VA to get checked out,

told them it happened on duty,

but they were kind of weird about it

since I didn't initially report it.

Um, so it's been a real ordeal

trying to get them to qualify it as an active-duty injury.

You know, bureaucracy and stuff.

Anyways, it'll happen, but it's just gonna take some time.

Ah. What a shame.

I'm so sorry.

You would think they would treat our veterans better

considering all they do for our country.

Definitely thought I'd get more respect for my service,

but, uh, it is what it is, I guess.

Mm.

What made you want to join the Marines?

9/11.

9/11?

You must have been just a baby.

I was 3. Saw the footage over and over.

And in school, they showed us pictures of the falling men.

Couldn't get it out of my head.

Must have made quite an impression.

Sure did.

Reallymade me want to get bin Laden, you know?

I was pissed SEAL Team Six took him out before I got the chance.

Uh, pardon my language, ma'am.

This isn't active combat,

but I'm sure you'll find aspects of the job to be exciting.

Welcome aboard. - Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, sorry, one more question.

I am having a hard time reading your service number.

Are these 4s or 9s?

Uh, th-those are 9s.

Sorry, I guess my handwriting must be pretty bad.

Don't apologize.

Mine's pure chicken scratch.

Uh, I should go finish training.

Hello?

A-Anyone there?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Dude, what the fuck?

It's all good. It's all good.

It's all good.

Just a freaky-ass door.

It's cool.

It's all good.

Just a bunch of... old doors.

Oh.

Oh, dang.

It's definitely abandoned.

Nothing gonna jump up on me?

Oh, shit!

Unh-unh. No. What the fuck is that?

Ahh. Calm down.

Calm down. Okay, let's just...

Long night.

It's just a long night.

Who is it?

- It's Edward. - I don't know no Edward.

There was a guy here earlier named Ed.

- It's Ed. - Oh, Ed, welcome back, man.

Come on in.

Didn't I tell you to leave your body camera on?

I-I thought it was. I guess I must have bumped it.

Be careful next time.

Everything squared away with you and Ms. Downey?

- Yes, sir. - Good, good.

Marine, right? - Yes, sir.

Great. So you understand chain of command.

I tell you to do something, and you execute it.

- Yes, sir. - Look around.

This is mydomain, and if you do good,

one day I'll be handing you the keys to all of this.

Uh, I think Ms. Downey already hired me.

Ms. Downey's not your boss. Iam.

This is still your probationary period.

You still need my final approval.

You got it? - Yes, sir.

I've been doing this while you were

swimming in your daddy's nuts.

Remember that. - Yes, sir.

You know what? You look like a nerd.

I think you'll have fun on this part.

This is our surveillance system, alright?

It covers over 280,000 square feet of this facility.

These four cameras represent a different wing--

north, south, east, west, alright?

All these cameras are critical and very important.

If somebody gets in here,

you're gonna have to report that to me

or any other security guard on duty.

You are S-O-L around this place without a guy.

You know what that means?

- Shit out of luck? - Good. You're learning.

Have a seat.

Now, these monitors are controlled

by this joystick right here, alright?

Mess around with it a little, but do not change

any of the settings.

This was a bitch to set up.

You know what? We'll finish this up later.

It's time to hit the field.

Let's go. Chop, chop.

Okay, Ed, this is what I call the detritus of the hospital.

You know what that means?

Didn't pay attention in school, huh?

Wasn't really for me.

What's for you, Ed?

I'm still figuring that out, I guess.

Well, welcome to my shithole.

You know what thatmeans, right?

Yes, sir.

Watch where you step. You got your shots, right?

- Um... - I'm just messing with you, man.

Lighten up. Look at me.

Been working here 10 years,

haven't grown an extra leg or finger yet.

Ed, tell me something about yourself.

N-Not much to tell.

Wow. You're a great conversationalist.

Anybody ever tell you that?

I just got one question.

Are you some kind of Chelsea Manning?

- What does that mean? - A defector.

Uh, no, sir.

Okay, stop with the "sir" shit, alright?

I know I'm old.

I don't need your fetus-looking ass

reminding me every five minutes.

So, Ed, why would a badass marine like you

want to spend his nights here?

- Why? - Why?

Because your answer is probably better

than this fucking silence, Ed. That's why.

I came back from Afghanistan

on an evacuation flight in the summer of '21.

Honorable discharge after I was injured.

Whoa. Injured?

Okay, well, let me rephrase my question.

Why would a badass marine like you

want to spend your nights here?

Uh, I can't sleep.

Just needed something to keep me occupied.

Can't sleep? Ed, watch TV!

- What? - Reruns!

Man, rub one out.

You'd be asleep in 3 minutes and 42 seconds.

Can't make noise after 9:00.

My mom gets pissed if I wake her up.

See, I had you pegged 100%.

- What? - You're a mama's boy!

You live at home!

I don't live with her, alright? She lives with me.

Oh, I doubt that.

Here is where they keep all the medical files.

You know this used to be a loony bin.

- No way? - Yeah. Check the records.

Won't we get in trouble?

That's probably against, like, privacy rules, no?

Come here.

Kathy.

Jake.

Malcolm.

You know why they don't care about privacy rules?

Because they're dead.

Let's go.

Have you had any break-ins recently?

Why, mama's boy? You scared?

I ain't no mama's boy.

They don't allow boys in the military.

Shit, there were 15-year-olds in Vietnam.

Balls ain't even dropped yet.

You know, I was a scout sniper.

It's, like, super hard to get into.

And?

Couple months before we left Afghanistan,

my spotter and I were on a sniping mission.

We were assigned to take out two Taliban leaders in an airfield.

Our battalion commander told us we were supposed to

take out at least one of those guys.

And we had the shot.

Then the commander calls us back,

says that they're just gonna call in an airstrike instead.

And I had the guy in my crosshairs.

I begged him to let me take the shot,

and then all of a sudden,

the airfield's destroyed.

And then what happened?

- That's it. - That's it?

You flew all the way over there,

and you didn't get a chance to use your fucking gun?

Oh, yeah, it happens all the time.

All that training and skill going to waste.

Yeah. Wasting taxpayer money.

So, did you do your research on this place

before you decided to take the job?

- Mm, yeah. - Okay.

So you know about the shit show and the fuckery

that used to go on here.

I think I heard about that.

You thinkyou heard about it?

Well, let me tell you something.

The Wilshires were some sick motherfuckers.

Wait, those are real people?

Yeah. That's who this hospital is named after.

That'd be cool, to have a building named after you.

I wouldn't want my name on this building.

Why not? Your own hospital?

I'd run the whole lot.

Well, let me tell you how demented

the Wilshires really were.

They used to do experiments on people here.

In this very room.

They probably killed hundreds, maybe thousands of people.

Oh, I'm glad you think it's funny.

The last guy didn't.

Who knows where his body's buried right now?

So, what about you, then, huh?

You always been a security guard?

No.

I was a cop.

One thing led to another, and now I'm here.

Let's go.

What's this?

This, my friend, is the morgue.

You know what these are? - Yeah.

Ugh, it reeks. - Oh, yeah.

The last guy that was in here was in a fire.

Yeah, when they put him in, his body was still smoldering.

He was in here for months. They must have forgot about him.

Huh. It's bigger than I thought.

Yeah?

Get in.

What's so funny?

- Uh... - All rookies go through this.

I don't need no cowards watching my back.

You want to keep this job, get in.

Let's go. I don't have all day.

Seriously?

See you later, Ed.

I'm just playing with you, man.

Come on out.

Uh, I think the lock--

lock is jammed. - What do you mean?

Uh, hold on. Don't panic. I got the key upstairs.

Just give me a-- - Stop playing around.

Let me out! - Hey, hold on, alright?

Don't move.

Lester, are you still there?

Lester!

Lester, are you still there?

Lester?!

Fuck!

Hey! Ahh! Get me out!

Hey! Get me out! Get me out!

There's--

Someone's head is in there!

There's a fucking head in there!

Stop being a coward. There's no head in there.

I swear to God. Check it.

Look, Ed, there's no head in here, alright?

Wh-What?

I swear to you, there was a woman's head

staring right at me.

- There's no head in there, man. - Ch-Check the left side!

So s--

Oh, my...

Ahh!

Martha, meet Ed.

Ed, meet Martha.

That's fucked up.

We got another one, Martha.

Good job. High five, high five.

Ah!

You passed the test, Ed. Let's go.

Ah!

Ugh, what the...

Ugh! Fuck.

You should have seen your face.

Dick. - What was that?

Nothing.

I got to hand it to you, Ed.

The last trainee-- he quit right after that morgue.

This is our chapel.

You scared? - No.

But what are those?

Oh. That's the crew.

Hey, everybody. Meet our new trainee-- Ed.

Ed, this is the crew.

Do they have to look like that?

Yes, Ed. They're medical mannequins.

We can't have our brand-new doctors

practicing on some bullshit-ass dolls.

But we keep them in here.

- Why in here? - I don't know.

Why don't you ask them?

I don't know, Ed.

Why you give a fuck about where we at?

That answer your question?

Sure.

That is the conclusion of our tour.

That's it? I thought this place

was like 200,000 square feet.

It is, but the bone spurs in my feet are telling me

to sit my ass down.

I'm sure you could guide us back to the office.

Great. Lead the way. Chop, chop.

Alright, my man. Take a seat.

Familiarize yourself with our beautiful camera system.

I'm gonna sit right here

and rest my eyes from all this blue light.

Here, have a seat.

Lester! Lester!

What the fuck?

- What? - Uh, is there a rewind button?

Rewind? This ain't TiVo, man.

There's an intruder. I don't know where they went.

They were just there. - Where?

Or maybe it was the cleaning lady?

This place look like it got a cleaning lady?

Which monitor?

This one, I think.

Alright.

Okay.

There better be somebody here.

Interrupting my damn sleep.

I swear I saw something.

Okay. Rewind.

I don't see anybody, man. You seeing things.

Oh, right there, right there.

Okay, let me bring it back.

Bingo. Right there.

We got ourselves a little tweaker.

Alright, let's see where you off to next.

Alright. There you go.

Okay.

Look at this idiot.

What are they do--

Hey. Hey! Yeah, you.

You're trespassing. This is private property.

Yeah, you.

I need you to exit the building immediately.

This is private prop--

What do we do? Call the police?

"Call the police." You ever call LAPD?

That's a rhetorical question because, if you had,

you wouldn't have asked.

On your feet.

Well, she's trespassing.

There must be some sort of protocol.

Yes, Ed, we'rethat protocol.

You got your walkie? Flashlight?

- Yeah. - Let's go.

Keep your head on a swivel, alright?

You want eyes open.

We're gonna cut through the cafeteria.

There's no electricity in here, so...

...got to use these.

Huh. This place looks like shit.

It sure it does.

Looks like someone was having a fucking tea party in here.

Hmm.

So, you and Ms. Downey ever eat in here?

You a fucking comedian?

Just trying to lighten the mood.

Alright, well, try harder 'cause that shit ain't funny.

Bring your ass on out.

Whoa, what are you doing? Whoa, hey, hey!

Don't go down there.

- Why not? - Because I said so.

Idon't go down there. Youdon't go down there.

Let me tell you a story.

I had a dog once. You like dogs?

His name was Roscoe.

Used to bring to work with me.

Used keep my feet warm in the winter.

Anyway, I used to do these rounds by myself.

And one night, I decide to take Roscoe with me.

And I was doing exactly what you were about to do,

but Roscoe refused.

I never seen so much fear in that dog's eyes.

Seconds later, he breaks away from me and takes off.

Never saw that dog again.

So, what, are you saying this place is haunted?

Look, a lot of people have died in this place.

Well, yeah, it is a hospital.

Or wasa hospital.

Well, thank you for your intel.

But all I'm saying is, I'm not trying to die in here.

What about you? You think about that?

No.

Of course not.

Big bad Ed.

Hey, tweaker.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

We know you're here.

You know, Ed, that doesn't look like

a, uh, military-issued haircut.

Just grew it out after I was injured.

Semper fi, huh?

So, Ed, how would you handle a mission like this?

Mission like this? Uh, element of surprise?

No, man. You got to scare her out of her hidey hole.

You got to be loud. Go ahead.

Come out!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Prepare to burn!

"Prepare to burn."

Do you have any fucking balls?

Present yourself now,

or I'll blast your face in with my M27!

Wow. Yeah, she's gone now.

You might as well go back to the fucking office.

Good Lord. Continue.

But you just said...

Come out, tweaker.

We know you're here.

We're gonna find you.

We always do.

Clear. - Good. Keep moving.

Clear.

Ugh. - Yummy.

Want to take a shower, Ed?

What the fuck was that?

Go check it out.

I think we got something.

Oh, shit, here we go.

Okay.

I think I know what is going on.

Well, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.

Crackhead jumped out the fucking window.

Ed, Ed, Ed, it's over.

They went out the window.

I'm gonna go back to the office.

I'm sure you can find your way back.

- Yeah. - Good.

Ugh. Fuck.

Medic! Medic!

Ohh, they shot me!

Call my mom.

Reporting for duty, sir!

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

Get on the ground!

Boo! Boo! Boo!

At the count of three.

What the fuck?

One, two...

three!

Boo! Clear.

Boo!

Just a little guy, huh?

Lester?

Is that you?

Ed?

Ed, where the fuck are you?

Ed, what the fuck are you doing?

Where are you? Respond.

Uh, took a wrong turn, ended up in the cafeteria.

Get your ass back to the office.

Where the fuck have you been?

I just fixed the camera.

It's about time.

I just got a little lost.

Got lost where? In the cafeteria?

N-No.

What is this?

- I-In the corner? - Yes. What is that?

I-I don't know.

You don't know.

No.

- You sure? - Yeah.

You sure you haven't been in the cafeteria?

Uh, no. Okay, I was.

But I didn't see that there.

You didn't see that there.

What is that?

The tweaker's still in here.

Is that one of the mannequins?

Oh, shit!

What happened?

The breaker's out.

Got to go reset it. - Right.

How do we do that? - Wedon't do anything.

I need you to stay here with your eyes on the monitor

when the power comes back.

I don't need that tweaker sneaking up on me.

But isn't that something I should learn how to do?

What's the matter, Ed?

Scared of the dark?

Um...

Uh, hey, Lester?

What is it, Ed?

I-I know I already asked you this before,

but what's going on with the mannequins?

What's the matter, Ed?

Scared of some fucking mannequins?

They just seem off.

Yeah, Ed, the mannequins area little off.

Remember the story I told you about the Wilshires?

Yeah. And?

Yeah, well, those crazy motherfuckers

were experimenting on their patients.

And then one day, Mr. Wilshire dies,

leaving Mrs. Wilshire here

to do all the experimenting by herself.

She decides that she's gonna figure out

how to get the crazies out of people's mind

and into the mannequins.

That's B.S.

Y-You're just messing with me, right?

No, Ed, it's the fucking truth.

They were trying to figure out how to transfer your mind

into mannequins.

And after Mr. Wilshire died,

Mrs. Wilshire became a crazy herself.

She started using black magic and witchcraft

and all types of shit.

And then when the authorities found out,

they raided the hospital.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Wilshire had vanished by then.

No one has seen her since.

Some of the guards say

you can see her roaming through the building

sometimes at night.

Y-You really believe that?

I don't give a shit, Ed.

That's the story I was told, and I'm sticking to it.

Alright, well, just-- you mentioned before

you used to be a cop?

Why are you bringing that shit up now, Ed?

Just maybe, you know, I'd want to be a cop someday, too.

You?

Yeah. Why not?

Oh, Ed, I can give you about five reasons

why you should not be a cop.

Alright, just-- Why'd you leave the force?

It's a thankless job, Ed.

No one gives a shit. The pay is shitty.

It's too political.

And if you fuck up and piss off your commanding officer,

that's your career.

Is that what happened to you?

Don't worry about what happened to me, Ed.

Look, you're in a good space right now.

Come to work, put your head down,

get your paycheck, go home,

and don't worry about this shit.

Now get off this fucking walkie so I can finish my rounds.

Hello?

Hey, real funny, Lester.

Oh.

Dang, that looks real.

Hmm.

Ugh.

Alright.

Let's get you back.

Damn. This is heavy.

I am so sick of fucking coming down here.

Don't worry, Ed.

Next time, you're doing this shit.

Where the fuck...

Let's see. Let's see. Uh...

I think I remember. Down here?

What the fuck?

Jesus, I fucking hate it down here.

Damn, that's heavy.

Wh-Where's the mannequins?

Wait.

Oh, what the...

Am I crazy?

Wait. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Where could it-- It was right--

It was right here.

Oh. Okay.

That's not creepy at all.

Where did you come from?

Ohh, okay.

That's real funny.

Get off me!

No. Oh, no, no, no. I don't--

Got to get out of here.

Every fucking time, this breaker shit goes off.

No, not there.

Shit. Oh. Oh, yeah.

Shit. Here we go.

There it is. Fucker.

Lester? Lester, are you there?

Lester? I-Is that you?

Edward?

Honey!

Edward, are you alright?

What are you doing on the floor?

Here, let me help you up.

Oh, dear. You're bleeding.

Did you cut yourself? Are you hurt?

I-It's not mine, I don't think.

Poor dear. First day on the job,

and all this commotion.

I hope you don't quit on us.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Don't be alarmed, but there's been a breach of the facility.

Lester let you out here all by yourself?

Where is he?

He went to get the power back on.

- How long ago? - Uh...

There's a dead dog in the cafeteria.

Oh, there's dead animals everywhere.

You'll get used to it.

Why did you leave the surveillance room?

I heard something in the hallway,

thought I should check it out. - Hmm.

Well, maybe Lester's back in the security room now.

Let's try him on the radio.

I did. He didn't respond.

Well, just between you and me,

he's not always the most alert on the job.

I'll try him again.

Lester? Lester?

Ms. Downey here.

I have Edward with me, and we'd like to hear from you.

Hm.

We've had our issues with him.

He was asked to retire early from the police force.

Some kind of accident.

Maybe an alcoholic.

He has been acting strange.

Mm-hmm.

He likes to go down into the basement

and have what he calls cocktail hour.

Maybe we better check on him.

Uh, he-- he wouldn't be down there.

He-- He said never go down there.

- Why? - Uh, ghosts

or something like that.

Surely you don't believe in things like that.

I-I don't. Just-- He said never go down there.

Well, this is the way to the basement, silly.

Edward?

So, how's your day been so far?

- Okay. - Just okay?

Good.

Good? Wonderful.

Well, we can get you another uniform

if you don't manage to get the blood out of that one.

Mm.

Some stains don't come out easily.

They're permanently tarnished.

Right.

But...

...that one?

You could try baking soda and vinegar on that one.

You probably have it sitting around your kitchen anyway.

Don't you? - Um, maybe. I'll check.

Well, if not, you can ask your neighbors.

Are you cordial with your neighbors?

Uh, don't really see them much.

Since the power's on, Lester's probably

back in the surveillance room by now.

Maybe we should check there first?

You ever been in a mental hospital before?

Um, not specifically, no,

but I've visited some buddies getting help at the VA.

You're an old pro then.

Not that anyone wants to be a pro at visiting a loony bin.

They used to treat mental illness here.

Electroshock therapy.

Some surgeries.

Lobotomies, hysterectomies.

Typically it solved the problem,

mostly because they'd bleed out and die on the operating table.

Death is the perfect antidote to crazy.

Don't you agree? - Mm, yeah.

Um, ma'am, uh,

why are the lights red?

Something set off the emergency lights.

That can't be good.

I wonder what triggered this.

I guess there's an emergency.

Ma'am, are you sure this is the right way?

Of course.

Do you have a problem following commands from a woman?

No.

Hurry up.

Uh, maybe we should try the radio again?

Tell me something, Edward.

How did a pussy like you

ever make it in the military?

- Well, I'll be darned. - What?

Pardon my French.

It's locked.

Wait.

Lots of doors down here.

You'll get the hang of it.

Lester. Lester, you copy?

You in the basement?

No reception in the basement.

No cameras, either.

Lester?

Lester!

Um, ma'am, is this the way to the breakers?

Was that number actually a 4 or a 9?

Um, uh...

Would Lester be down this way?

Ms.-- Ms. Downey?

Ms. Downey?

Ms. Downey?

Lester?

Where are you?

Hello?!

What the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck?

"Subject 142, age 36."

The hell?

"Wilshire Hospital, 1943."

"Mrs. Wilshire."

The fuck?

Ms. Downey?

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Please. Please. No.

Who's there?!

Fuck!

Who the hell is fucking with me?

Lester?

Ms. Downey?

Ms. Downey?

Who the fuck are you?!

Fuck you!