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♪ 10,000 sunsets ♪

♪ 10 million tears ♪

♪ My soul will find rest ♪

♪ In your ways of fear ♪

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

Would you look at that?

Wow.

[Thomas chuckles]

Mr. Parker?

Livingston?

Yeah, just call me Thomas.

Hey, I'm sorry, you
really startled me.

You drive all the way up here?

Yeah, well, it's
cheaper than flying.

Stopped in a couple
of little motels.

Sure the accommodations
here are a little nicer.

You really think so?

Well, more interesting, anyway.

I stopped in town and
got some groceries.

You wanna give me a hand and...

You ready to go in?

Yeah, sure, I'm
anxious to get inside.

Ah, wow, this is great.

This is really great.

I think utility's turned on.

Out of town cleaning
crew will come in

and make the place presentable.

No local outfit
will take the job.

I think it's great
just the way it is.

That package there
arrived for you yesterday.

[Thomas] Oh, yeah,
this is my research.

You already know the alarm code.

This is the key
to the front door.

It's a key to the gate.

I'll lock the gate when I leave.

Keep it locked at all times.

What about the key
to the lighthouse?

Don't get clever.

Our agreement clearly states
that you are not to set foot

in that tower under
any circumstance.

Well, you can't blame
a guy for trying.

I would've had the whole
thing torn down years ago

if the Harper's Cove
Historical Society

didn't make this
thing a landmark.

Tear it down?

Because of a few
little ghost stories?

Stories are for children

and adults with
childlike sensibilities.

Well, I sure would like
to know your story.

I'm not interested
in telling it.

Enjoy your stay.

I hope it's uneventful.

All right, well, you have
a good day, Mr. Sunshine.

[lock rattling]

You're not playing, Mr. Parker.

Neither am I.

[ominous music]

[Thomas sighs]

[door creaks]

[door thudding]

[Thomas sighs]

[ominous music]

[dramatic music]

[Thomas sighs]

- [seagulls squawking]
- [waves crashing]

[Thomas Voiceover] In
1985, United Showcase Films

rented the Widow's
Point Lighthouse

as the location for the
movie "Rosemary's Spirit,"

which filmed in Harper's
Cove for six weeks.

Get the neutral density filter.

Copy, Carlos.

[Thomas Voiceover]
The gothic chiller

was directed by Henry Rothchild

and starred screen
veterans Garret Utley

and Britney Langshire.

Popular daytime actress Lydia
Pearl costarred as Rosemary.

[ominous music]

And it shall come.

Well, darling, one more day

and we'll be back in
hills of Hollywood.

I'm counting the minutes.

Not a fan of Harper's Cove?

Not a fan of our
soap opera starlet.

Oh, no worries there, she
won't be on the soaps for long.

You know, she has
stolen this show.

That's because she has
all the best lines.

Next time, I'm thinking
maybe you'll wanna sleep

with the writer instead
of the director.

[Britney chuckles]

You're just jealous
'cause I got there first.

I'm gonna miss that
charming wit of yours.

Where is Lydia?

She should be out
of Makeup by now.

Come on, this is her last shot.

Let's wrap her already.

This is Karl, does anyone
have eyes on number three?!

This is Mike.

Number three went
10-1 20 minutes ago.

I haven't seen her since.

These actors are like children,

you can't let them out of
your sight for a second.

Toddlers with agents.

- Exactly.
- Get her to set, now, Mike!

Copy.

[knocking]

Lydia, you in there?

[Lydia] And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

Lydia, sorry to interrupt,
but you're invited to set.

[Lydia] And it shall come.

And it shall come.

Is everything okay?

[Lydia] And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

[Mike] Lydia?

[Lydia] And it shall come.

[Lydia screams]

[Lydia grunting]

Xa'niyus awaits!

Lydia!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Lydia!

There's something
wrong with her,

really, really wrong with her.

All actresses are crazy,
don't you know that?

Where is she now?

I don't know.

I lost her.

How do you lose
another human being?

You should've never
let her leave.

What did you want me
to do, tie her up?

Wait a minute.

There she is.

What the hell is she doing?

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

What's this scene?

Did you give her more to do?

No, this isn't in the script.

Not good, Henry.

Lydia!

Come down from there!

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

Get her down here, now!

[Karl] Uh-huh.

[Britney screams]

[Thomas Voiceover] Two weeks
later, the security fence

on the lighthouse
grounds went up.

Lydia Pearl was the
most famous victim

of the Widow's Point curse,

but she was far
from the only one.

How the hell is my
favorite client?

[Thomas laughs]

Am I your favorite client?

[Marshall] Well, you
are today, right now.

Well, I'm touched.

Here's the
million-dollar question:

Where is my favorite client?

I'm staying at the
Widow's Point Lighthouse

in Harper's Cove.

[Marshall] Okay, I'll bite.

Where's Harper's Cove?

Why don't you look it up?

Supposed to be one of the most
haunted locations in America.

Really?

I like the sound of this.

[Thomas] I thought you would.

Abandoning his midlife
crisis, literary aspirations.

Thomas Livingston returns to
the genre that made him famous.

[Marshall chuckles]

Well, you know,
divorce isn't cheap.

I need the money.

I've been begging you
to do this for years.

Do you have an outline?

No, I'm just here
doing research.

[Marshall] Well,
how about a title?

Right now, it's "Widow's Point."

History of all the
horrible things

that have happened
here over the years.

Nonfiction?

[Thomas] That's a
nihilistic approach.

But it'll be scary, right?

This is gonna be the scariest
thing I've ever written.

That's all I need to hear
to get you an advance.

There's one more thing.

I'm gonna be the first
person in 30 years

to stay in the actual
lighthouse itself.

A publicity stunt,
I like this new you.

I don't want anybody
to know about this

until the book's been published.

Okay?

I will take care of that.

Rosa will handle
the PR personally.

Yeah, and get to work on
that advance, would you?

[Marshall] Baby, you
know what I like.

[Thomas] All right,
I'll be in touch.

[Thomas Voiceover]
On August 3rd, 1933,

lighthouse keeper
Patrick Collins

invited his brother-in-law,
Joseph O'Leary,

and two other men to play cards

in the room located beneath
the lighthouse catwalk.

[Abigail] Mwah.

[Thomas Voiceover]
Patrick's wife Abigail

tucked in their two
children for the night.

Mama?

Yes, Delaney?

Will you tell Papa and Uncle
Joseph I said goodnight?

Of course I will.

And me?

And you too, Stephen.

[Abigail chuckles]

Oh.

Mwah.

Goodnight, children.

[Thomas Voiceover] O'Leary
worked as a dock worker

in Harper's Cove.

A lifelong bachelor, he
was best known in town

as the man who single-handedly
foiled a bank robbery

when the culprit ran straight

- into his formidable chest.
- [knocking]

Okay, see what you got, girls.

I got a pair.

I got nothing.

[Joseph laughs]

[Joseph] Feast your
eyes on these lovelies.

[Joseph laughs]

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

It's that damned Irish luck.

I'm Irish, how come
I'm not winning?

'Cause you're black Irish.

[Joseph laughs]

All right, I'm gonna
go to the shitter.

Pour me some more of that brown.

[Joseph laughs]

It's some shitter.

[Patrick] Yeah, I've
noticed you use it enough.

[Tempe] Yeah, at my age, your
bladder can't be too choosy.

[Joseph laughs]

"It's 'cause you're
black Irish."

[Joseph laughs]

- [urine splashing]
- [Joseph groaning]

[eerie music]

Abby?

Wait, you're not my sis.

Who are you, and what the
hell are you doing here?

Well, answer me.

What are you doing
here dressed like that?

Little late for a wedding.

[Joseph laughs]

[ominous music]

Start squawking,
or I'll paste you!

And it shall come.

Xa'niyus awaits.

Kill them all.

[ominous music]

[Joseph whimpering]

[Joseph] Oh, my god.

[Joseph panting]

[Tempe] Boy, that
was quite the piss.

Sorry.

[Joseph sighs]

I'm dizzy.

That's what you get for
drinking so much, you big ape.

[men laughing]

Hey, no come back?

Well, he must really be sick.

You do look awful.

Hey, maybe you should
stay here tonight.

Yeah.

Maybe that's for the best.

Abby and the kids
will be thrilled

to see you when they wake up.

[horn wailing]

Well, everyone's asleep.

Help yourself to the icebox.

I can't.

I can't eat anything.

You'll feel better
in the morning

when you count your winnings.

Goodnight.

[mysterious piano music]

[Thomas Voiceover] That
night, O'Leary composed

the infamous rambling letter

describing his
supernatural encounter.

[ominous music]

[Joseph panting]

- [hammer thuds]
- [blood squishes]

[jittery piano music]

[blood squishing]

- [hammer thuds]
- [blood squishes]

- [hammer thudding]
- [blood squishing]

[gentle piano music]

[Joseph crying]

And it shall come.

[hammer thuds]

[jittery piano music]

- [hammer thuds]
- [Thomas groans]

[hammer thuds]

[Thomas panting]

Oh, my god.

Oh, Jesus.

[Joseph sighs]

[Thomas Voiceover]
The next morning,

fishermen found
O'Leary's body shattered

on the ground below
the lighthouse.

[door creaks]

The police made a more
gruesome discovery inside.

Patrick Collins was the
last lighthouse keeper

at Widow's Point.

No one ever lived there again.

- Hey.
- Hey, you.

Welcome to Widow's Point.

I don't know whether to
be excited or scared.

How about a little of both?

Just park it right over there.

All right.

It doesn't look scary.

Yeah, you should see it
when the sun goes down.

I'm kidding.

It's creepy as hell.

Why are you doing this?

You've never resorted
to gimmicks before.

Yeah, well, look
where it got me.

Besides, I wanna know the truth.

Write that down.

- Hey.
- Hey, buddy.

Andre, this is my
publicist Rosa.

Rosa, this is my
right hand man Andre.

Welcome to Spook Central.

- [Thomas chuckles]
- Nice toys.

Thanks, I make documentaries

when I'm not shooting
commercials, so.

Ah.

Art versus commerce.

- Mm.
- I feel your pain.

Okay, I want you to
keep your eyes glued

to this monitor all weekend.

Okay, you got the best
seat in the house.

Should've brought some popcorn.

[both chuckling]

So Thomas's camera will transmit

the footage he shoots
to this recorder.

You'll listen to his audio
from his wireless mic

over these speakers.

- Got it?
- Yep.

Guess I won't have much time
to get reading done, will I?

Oh, you're wrong about that.

This is the research
on Harper's Cove

and Widow's Point Lighthouse.

Mm.

Even feels scary.

[Thomas chuckles]

All right, guys, Mr.
Parker is gonna be

coming back any time,

so let's get this thing
rolling, you know?

And let's make some
history this weekend, huh?

- Okay.
- All right.

Okay, roll it.

I mean, action.

Hi, my name is
Thomas Livingston,

and I am standing
outside of the legendary

Widow's Point Lighthouse
in Harper's Cove.

Built in 1838, it was named
for the widows of the sailors

who died in shipwrecks below.

In the decades that followed,

nearly two dozen mysterious
incidents occurred,

including disappearances,
suicide, and murder.

Robert James Parker closed
the lighthouse in 1933.

40 years later, his
son converted it

into a naval museum
that lasted only a year.

No human being has
occupied the lighthouse

for almost 100 years,
that is, until now.

I've arranged to spend
the entire weekend

locked inside this
notorious landmark.

I have no phone, no computer,

no way to communicate
with the outside world.

I'll be completely cut off
until that door is unlocked,

Monday, at this same time.

All right.

Cut it.

Nice work, Tom.

You're a natural.

This is all a joke to you.

No, no, no.

Mr. Parker, this is
not a joke, okay?

I take it very seriously.

Eh.

Come on, you guys, let's
get the ball rolling.

Walk this way.

[Ronald] You're
making a mistake.

[Thomas] Well,
that's your opinion,

but you're paid well for my
use of the lighthouse, sir.

This is Rosa.

I have picture
from both cameras.

Over.

Copy.

Good to go, Tom.

[lock clacking]

All righty.

- No turning back now.
- [doors creaking]

[lock clacking]

[doors creaking]

Ah.

And there she is.

[ominous music]

Woo.

Sure does smell musky in here.

It should.

She's been breathing
dead air for 30 years.

[cooler thuds]

Definitely not taking the
cooler all the way up there.

Come back down for water
and food when I need it.

It's your show.

I will see you on Monday.

If you say so.

- [doors creaking]
- [lock clacking]

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

we begin our journey
into the heart

of Widow's Point Lighthouse.

I hope you're
getting this, Rosa.

Every second, Tommy.

[Rosa gasps]

[Andre sighs]

All right, looks
good, sounds good.

I'm taking off.

Wait, you're leaving
me here alone?

Yeah, my work here is done

and I don't feel like
waiting around for no ghosts.

There's my card if you
have any technical issues.

Okay.

All right.

Adios.

[door clacks]

[door thuds]

Well, looks like it's
just you and me, Tommy.

[eerie music]

[Thomas Voiceover] The
Widow's Point Lighthouse

has 69 steps, and I'm getting
to know each one, intimately.

[door creaks]

Wow.

Looks like this
will be my penthouse

for the next three nights.

That is the table
where Patrick Collins

played cards with
his brother-in-law.

The air is thick and
stagnant in here,

like something is
alive and waiting.

Way to sell a story.

Now, let's see what's up there.

[knocking]

Spooky.

[ominous music]

[eerie music]

[lock clacks]

Whoa.

Mother Ocean as far
as the eye can see.

[camera beeps]

[Thomas Voiceover]
It's almost enough

to render me speechless.

O'Leary leapt to
his death from here,

and Lydia Pearl hung herself.

I wonder, were there others?

[ominous music]

What is that?

[camera beeps]

Looks like someone
left their mark here.

[Thomas coughing]

[camera beeps]

I gotta get something to drink.

[tense music]

[Thomas spits]

My god, that's salty.

[Thomas spits]

[Thomas sighs]

That's salty too,
what's going on here?

Okay, now you're
making me thirsty.

22.

23.

24.

25.

27.

28.

29.

30.

31.

[tense music]

The candlelit dinner for one?

Hm?

Mm.

Mm.

Here's looking at you, kid.

- Mm.
- Back at you.

[bell tolling]

[Thomas Voiceover] In
2007, a local fisherman

called the Harper's Cove police

and reported seeing
someone on the catwalk

of the Widow's Point Lighthouse.

No one was supposed
to be up there,

so Officer Richard Mellon,

a third generation Harper's
Cove cop, drove out for a look.

A car parked out front
belonged to Clifford McGee,

a third-year photography major

at Vanderton College
in Waterville, Maine.

Two days earlier,
McGee left a note

for his roommates
explaining he had found

the perfect subject
for a photo essay.

[ominous music]

[camera snapping]

Clifford McGee?

[camera snapping]

Are you okay?

[camera snapping]

Hey.

[camera snapping]

Hey.

Hey!

[camera snapping]

- Hey, turn around...
- [Clifford screams]

- Oh!
- [Clifford screaming]

Whoa, easy.

- Easy, easy now.
- [Clifford panting]

There we go.

There we go.

Calm down.

That's it.

[Clifford screaming]

[Clifford panting]

That's better.

There we go.

Calm down.

That's it.

What do you say we, whoa.

Whoa, whoa!

What's gotten into you?

Was the lighthouse
denied another victim?

McGee is catatonic and
institutionalized to this day.

Detectives examined the
memory card of his camera,

128 megabytes, all full.

- [camera snapping]
- Over 5,000 photos of the sea,

all taken from the same angle

from that same
spot on the catwalk

over a 24-hour period
with no deviation.

Two weeks later, Ronald Parker
installed security alarms

throughout the lighthouse.

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas sighs]

I haven't opened this notebook
since I've gotten here.

But it's open now.

This writing wasn't here before.

I've never seen it
before this moment.

[tapping]

You really want that
bestseller, don't you?

[Thomas sighs]

- [Thomas grunts]
- [lid creaks]

[ominous music]

"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."

Harper's Cove Gazette.

August 4th, 1933.

Looks like a journal.

Delaney Collins.

[static crackles]

What the hell?

[button clicking]

- [key clacking]
- [machine beeping]

Shit.

[Thomas] Wait a minute.

Yeah, I still hear you.

[keys clacking]

DC, Delaney Collins.

[Thomas sighs]

This should be interesting.

- Hello?
- Andre, this is Rosa.

[Andre] Well, hey, what's up?

I've lost picture
on the monitor,

but I still have audio
from the camera mic.

[Andre] That doesn't make sense.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need
you to get this working again.

[Andre] It's after
eight o'clock.

I don't care.

We rented your gear
for the weekend

and we need it all weekend.

[Andre] All right, all right.

Give me a half hour.

Make it 20 minutes.

"My name is Delaney Collins.

"I'm 12 years old and
I live in a lighthouse

"in Harper's Cove with my
parents and my brother.

[Both] We moved here a
year ago, and I love it.

[Delaney Voiceover]
Sometimes, it feels like

I can see forever from here.

Stephen is such a brat, but
he never gets in trouble.

It's always my fault as
far as Father is concerned.

Sometimes, I wish I
was an only child.

Almost 100 years ago, when
the lighthouse was built,

three men walking on the
catwalk fell to their deaths.

No one knows why.

Something is wrong here.

Sometimes, it smells
dead and rotten.

I see things from
the corner of my eye,

like shadows that move
when they shouldn't.

Nobody else sees them.

Nobody else feels them.

That doesn't mean
they aren't there.

♪ This old man, he played one ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

[Delaney humming]

[chair creaks]

[eerie music]

[chair creaking]

[Stephen] Hey,
what are you doing?

[Delaney Voiceover] If I see
her again, I'm telling Mama.

I know what she'll say,

"There's no such thing as
ghosts, Delaney Jane Collins,"

but I don't care.

I have to tell someone.

I don't want to go to
sleep, because I'm scared.

[eerie music]

[woman screams]

[Delaney gasps]

You, my dear, you
are far too old

to be having such
dreams, Delaney Jane.

It wasn't a dream.

Okay.

Well, then, it was
your imagination.

No more "Legends of
Sleepy Hollow" for you.

She was real.

There is no such
thing as ghosts.

I know what I saw.

Then why didn't your
brother see her, hm?

You sleep in the same room.

He was asleep!

Oh, sweetheart, so were you.

[ominous music]

[fish squishing]

[Delaney Voiceover] I
snuck down to the beach.

I know I shouldn't have.

Father has warned
me it's dangerous,

and Mother has made me promise

to never go down
there without them.

[somber violin music]

[eerie music]

[Man] Delaney!

[man laughing]

- [Delaney laughing]
- [Stephen laughing]

[lively music]

Watch for poison ivy.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

10!

11!

12!

13!

14!

15!

16!

17!

18!

19! 20!

Ready or not, here I come!

[woman hisses]

[Delaney gasps]

[Delaney panting]

- Got you!
- [Delaney screams]

[Delaney panting]

What happened, Delaney?

Stephen Patrick,
what did you do?

Nothing, we were just playing.

Delaney, why did you scream?

I saw...

You saw what?

A rat.

[both chuckling]

Don't worry, girl.

No rat can hurt you
here, nothing can.

I'll always keep you safe.

[ominous music]

[Delaney Voiceover] The
lighthouse is playing

games with me.

This is a bad place.

People aren't
meant to live here.

[doors creaking]

[door thuds]

[dramatic music]

[eerie music]

[Delaney panting]

[tense music]

Stay out!

Don't come in here!

I mean it!

Don't come in here!

I'm not afraid of you.

[Delaney panting]

[Delaney sighs]

[Delaney panting]

Stephen?

[ominous music]

Stephen, give me that knife.

Give it to me!

[hand slaps]

[knife clatters]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

It's okay.

Everything will be all right.

Don't worry, I won't
tell Mama and Papa.

[Delaney Voiceover] My
prayers have been answered.

The ghost is gone and
it's been three weeks

since I had a nightmare.

Tonight, Father has one of his

Poker games in the lighthouse.

I'll get to see Uncle Joseph.

I'm looking forward
to a wonderful night.

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas sighs]

That poor, sweet, innocent
girl, butchered by a madman.

It's almost too much to bear.

[knocking]

[Rosa sighs]

This doesn't make any sense.

Right, the only
reason we should have

time code over solid black

is if that Tom somehow
hit the record button

with the lens cap still on.

You can see he didn't do that.

And he couldn't even reach
the camera from there.

Could someone else
have done this?

You think he's pulling a hoax?

[Rosa sighs]

I don't know, without
image, no one can disprove

anything he says is
happening in there.

Plausible deniability.

No one put a cap over the lens.

Watch, it goes from
picture to black,

picture to black,
picture to black.

A cap never even
enters the frame.

Oh, hold it.

What?

You see this?

This is known as a flash frame.

These used to happen
all the time in film,

but we're working in digital,

so [sighs] I guess
it's a glitch.

[Rosa] What is that?

I don't know.

Weird?

Okay, well, can you do
anything with this image?

[Andre sighs]

I guess I could use
color correction

to open up some more detail.

Do it.

We're gonna have
to stop recording

while I transfer the
footage to my laptop.

That could lead to accusations

that we tampered
with the footage.

Do it.

[eerie music]

[thunder crackles]

[rain pattering]

[thunder crackles]

Jesus.

God, that's even
saltier than before.

[thunder crackles]

All right, I am knocking
down the exposure

and opening up the detail.

Voila.

Oh, my god.

Do you see her?

[Andre] I see something.

Okay, Thomas is holding
Delaney Collins's journal.

He says her name here, and
that's when the camera glitched.

Delaney Collins, the little
girl that was murdered here?

Yeah.

Yeah, look.

This is her right here, and
that sure looks like her too.

Don't you see it?

Again, I see something.

How can you not see it?

I don't know, people
see different things

when they look at
the same cloud.

No, that's her.

I know it is.

The question is, how
did he pull it off?

[thunder crackles]

[Thomas sighs]

[thunder crackles]

Here.

Found these in the closet.

They're a little
dusty and mothy.

Oh, good.

Thanks for staying.

I feel embarrassed for asking.

Don't worry about it.

I'd be afraid to
stay alone here too.

[Rosa] Sure you don't wanna
stay in one of the rooms?

No, I better stay up and
keep listening to Tom.

Taking one for the team.

Cool.

Well, I'm gonna head to bed.

I'll see you in the morning.

[thunder crackles]

Perfectly fine.

Yee-hoo.

[thunder crackles]

[thunder crackles]

[eerie music]

[Thomas sighs]

[thunder crackles]

[thunder crackles]

[Thomas sighs]

[thunder crackles]

[thunder crackles]

- [Thomas yawns]
- [door creaks]

It's late.

I am exhausted.

I will put the camera
in motion detector mode

and I'll leave the audio
activated all night,

and, hopefully, I
won't see anything

incriminating in my sleep.

[thunder crackles]

[Thomas sighs]

[thunder crackles]

[ominous music]

[thunder crackles]

[clacks loudly]

[Thomas sighs]

What in the hell was that?

[footsteps treading]

Did you hear that?

It sounded like footsteps.

[loud jingling]

- [loud clacking]
- [loud whirring]

[air whooshes]

Hello, who's out there?!

[thunder crackles]

[dramatic music]

Where's my flashlight?

What?

[eerie music]

[door creaks]

[handle clacking]

Great, no lock.

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas faintly speaking]

[Thomas sighs]

[thunder crackles]

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas panting]

[Thomas sighs]

[door creaks]

[Thomas sighs]

Where's that flashlight?

[Thomas sighs]

[baseball thuds]

[baseball clatters]

[ominous music]

[Thomas spits]

It was absolutely
fine last night.

What the hell?

[Thomas groans]

Oh, maggots.

Oh, god.

Doesn't that look
like a yummy meal?

[Thomas sighs]

Good morning.

[Andre] Hey.

How'd you sleep?

Not good.

That was some storm last night.

Yeah, you're not kidding.

How's our subject?

Is that what he is?

I thought we were
his captive audience.

He's talking to
himself a lot more.

Writers do that.

He's probably just
rehearsing for an interview

for Playboy or something.

How about some breakfast?

As long as it isn't
covered in maggots.

Hm.

Yum, glad you told me.

Mm-hm.

So, how are things in
Haunted House Land?

He's playing us, Marshall.

I don't know how, but
he's blocked the image

from the camera, so
we're only getting audio.

[Marshall] Why would he do that?

So we can't see what's
going on in there,

which is nothing.

He's putting on his own radio
drama like Orson Welles.

[Marshall chuckles]

Sweetie, that's just
behind-the-scenes footage,

like they do in all the movies.

Don't get wrapped up in it.

Let him do his thing.

[Rosa] He's making us
accomplices to his hoax.

This little weekend
excursion is gonna generate

plenty of sexy copy once
his book is published.

Did you get that
image I texted you?

I really couldn't
make out too much,

not with that light flare.

Yeah, those are hotspots,

commonly associated with
paranormal activity,

which he wants us to believe.

I really wish he worked that
hard on his last four books.

And I hope this doesn't
blow up in our faces.

[Marshall] You worry too much.

[mysterious piano music]

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas sighs]

[Thomas panting]

Goddamn bullshit.

[Thomas mumbling]

[Thomas groaning]

Delaney.

Delaney's right, that it's
really fucked up in here!

[Thomas panting]

Empty.

[Thomas grunts]

Empty?

Empty!

Water.

[Thomas groaning]

[Thomas groans]

Someone's playing
games around here.

Saltwater.

Andre!

[Thomas panting]

[Thomas laughs]

Sea.

Seawater.

[Thomas laughs]

Rosa!

Help!

[dramatic drum music]

[Thomas yelps]

[somber violin music]

Oh, god.

Please, just stop.

Please.

[Thomas groaning]

[Thomas panting]

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

We've lost audio now.

There's nothing coming
through the mixer either.

The signal has just stopped.

See?

No more time code.

Couldn't it just
be the batteries?

Not on our end.

[eerie music]

[Thomas sighs]

[cellphone beeps]

Okay, so I snuck a
phone in, big deal!

Come on, answer.

[tone ringing]

Come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Now we've lost audio.

[Marshall] You don't say.

We have no idea what's
going on in there,

or if Thomas is okay.

What do you think is
happening in there?

Nothing.

Well, we have nothing
to worry about, then.

This is all showmanship.

I didn't think he had it in him.

Do you mind if I
come home early?

[Marshall] How early?

Today.

You sound scared.

I'm a city girl, I
don't belong here.

I need you there when Thomas
comes out of the lighthouse.

This will be over
before you know it.

[phone beeps]

[cellphone beeping]

[eerie music]

[tone ringing]

Come on, you bitch.

- Worthless piece of shit!
- [air whooshes]

[tense music]

Where in the hell
did my phone go?

Give me back my phone!

[Delaney chuckles]

Delaney!

[Delaney chuckles]

97.

98.

99.

Should be 69 steps.

Why haven't I
reached the top yet?

[Delaney chuckles]

I read Thomas's research
notes last night.

In 1836, two years before
this lighthouse was built,

a clipper ship called the Pisces

sank out there during a storm.

All hands were lost.

A sailor named Jonah Burch

left behind a widow
named Rebecca.

Jonah and Rebecca made
their home in New Hampshire,

and when Rebecca found out
about her husband's death,

she came to Harper's Cove.

She spent three nights in
town, and then disappeared.

A week later, her broken body
was found on the rocks below.

She was wearing
her wedding dress.

The local doctors
determined that the fall

broke several of her bones,
but it didn't kill her.

She suffered for days,
trapped on those rocks,

before dying of exposure
and slow hemorrhaging.

That's harsh.

[Rosa] Rebecca
Burch is the widow

this point is named after.

[somber violin music]

200, will you look at that?

201.

202.

203.

[Thomas panting]

[tense music]

Andre!

Rosa!

Rosa!

[Thomas panting]

Andre, help me!

Oh, my, oh, my god.

Jesus!

[Thomas panting]

Are they gone?

[Thomas chuckles]

Or am I?

[door thuds]

They're back.

Rosa?!

Rosa?!

[man laughs]

[Thomas panting]

[door creaks]

[Thomas panting]

[Thomas chuckles]

[ominous music]

[Thomas panting]

What?

It's night.

It can't be night already!

[Thomas grunting]

It's not possible.

It's nighttime.

How the hell this get up here?

[Thomas sighs]

If I had a rope, I
could just climb down.

Or hang myself.

[Thomas chuckles]

[Thomas grunts]

Somehow, I lost an entire day.

I know it's impossible,
but it happened.

[rain pattering]

[Thomas laughs]

And now it's raining.

[Thomas laughs]

Somebody wrote in my book.

I admit I did it
the last time, okay?

It was me, all right?

I lied and I admit that.

Whether out of showmanship
or bullshit or whatever,

I lied.

[tapping]

But this,

this is real, okay?

Somebody's fucking with me.

Something is rotten in Denmark.

♪ This old man, he played one ♪

♪ He played knick... ♪

- Delaney!
- ♪ Knack on my thumb ♪

Delaney!

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack ♪

- ♪ Give a dog a bone ♪
- Delaney!

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

[door creaks]

[cellphone buzzing]

[cellphone beeps]

- Hello?
- Hey there, Tommy Boy.

What's the matter, son?

Cat got your tongue?

Dad?

[Father] That's right, Tommy
Boy, it's your old man.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, [chuckles] this isn't real.

[father chuckles]

[Father] Oh, it's
real all right.

No.

No, this can't be happening,
because you're dead!

[Father] Well, that's true,
but you won't be, not really.

You'll never leave
this place, Tommy Boy.

You'll be trapped here
with the rest of them,

night after night, just
you and all of your shame

- and regret and failure.
- You shut up!

[Father] Like father
like son, huh, Tommy Boy?

Why do you think
I beat your mom?

Why do you think I did all that?

Shut up!

[father laughs]

- [Thomas grunts]
- [cellphone thuds]

[Thomas panting]

[eerie music]

[medallion clatters]

[door creaks]

[Thomas panting]

♪ This old man, he played two ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪

Delaney!

Delaney!

[Delaney screams]

- [both grunting]
- [hammer thudding]

[Thomas panting]

[Thomas whimpering]

[Thomas crying]

[Thomas groans]

It's Sunday.

Oh, no.

[Thomas grunting]

I will not spend
it in this place!

There's no way in hell!

[dramatic music]

Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

[tense music]

[tapping]

I came here for the money.

Of course I did.

It's always about the money.

Something keeps
touching my face.

[tense music]

I can feel its breath.

It stinks!

Monsters.

This is madness.

Get off of me!

Oh!

Stop touching me.

[Thomas groaning]

There's evil in the walls,

in the air.

It feeds on this fear!

I just wanna go home!

And never come back again!

I just, oh, wanna go home!

Yeah, this is a very bad place.

I hear whispering in my head.

I hear voices.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

[Thomas sighs]

It is coming.

[Thomas laughs]

I am back at the fucking
top of the stairs again!

How is that possible?!

None!

None of this is
fucking possible!

[rain pattering]

[Thomas Voiceover] My
name is Thomas Livingston.

I've been trapped inside
the Widow's Point Lighthouse

for, what feels
like, an eternity.

I know longer know if it's day
or night, or what day it is.

Where is the sun?!

[Thomas crying]

I should be starving,

but the lighthouse

gives me rats to eat.

[Thomas chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[Thomas screams]

[Thomas groaning]

[thunder crackles]

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

Delaney.

You're alive.

[somber violin music]

I thought I killed you.

Stevie.

Abigail.

Patrick.

Monster.

That makes two of us.

You killed her too.

[Joseph chuckles]

[Thomas] Lydia.

Lydia Pearl.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

- Rebecca Burch.
- And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

- Am I...
- And it shall come.

- And it shall come.
- To become one of you, then?

Am I one of you?!

[All] And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

It is coming.

No!

What?!

What is coming?!

What is coming, I have to know!

[dramatic music]

The master.

The ancient one.

It came here from another
dimension millennia ago,

traveled the world by sea.

The Kwakiutl tribe call
it Xa'niyus, devil fish.

The Polynesians
called it Kanaloa,

the god of the underworld.

The Micronesians
called it Na Kika.

[Thomas sighs]

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

[Xa'niyus roars]

What was that?

Xa'niyus has been
trapped here for eons.

It requires an enormous
amount of energy

to return to its world, energy
derived from human souls.

It sank the ships and
killed the sailors.

It's been storing
the energy it needs

here in the lighthouse.

It's like one giant battery.

Only when it
collects enough souls

will it have the energy
it needs to leave.

We are its servants.

You'll serve it too.

You'll stay here with us.

Not on your lives.

You don't have a choice.

It's already here.

[dramatic music]

Oh, my god.

The hell?

No.

[Xa'niyus roars]

That thing will
never take me alive.

Xa'niyus doesn't want you alive.

What if I kill it?

Will you all be freed?

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

And it shall come.

Xa'niyus can never be killed.

[dramatic music]

We'll see about that.

[Thomas screams]

[glass crashes]

[Thomas screams]

[body thuds]

[thunder crackles]

[lock clacking]

[doors creaking]

[doors creaking]

[somber piano music]

Oh, god.

Turn that damn thing off.

I'll go call the constable.

Oh, my lord.

The police and EMTs just left.

We need to do something
with Thomas's car.

What I need to do is talk

to our legal
department, right away.

[Rosa] I warned you.

Lawyers don't need to
know that, do they?

Not necessarily.

[Marshall] What did
you have in mind?

Thomas had a great story here
at Widow's Point Lighthouse.

Oh, one could argue it's
an even better story now.

I wanna be the one to write it.

[Marshall] Nonfiction?

You want it to sell, don't you?

You'll have to write it fast
in order for it to be timely.

Yeah, no problem.

I have Thomas's research notes,

but I'm gonna wanna
do some of my own too.

What kind of advance
were you hoping for?

We'll talk when I
get back to New York.

[somber music]

[Thomas Voiceover] Ghosts
around me and sing my name.

Widow's Point Lighthouse
will never let me leave.

Xa'niyus waits for us all.

[somber violin music]

♪ My final sunset ♪

♪ My final plea ♪

♪ Where will my soul rest ♪

♪ For eternity ♪

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♪ This old man, he played one ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

♪ This old man, he played two ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

♪ This old man,
he played three ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my knee ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

♪ This old man, he played four ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my door ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

♪ This old man, he played five ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my hive ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack, give a dog a bone ♪

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪