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Hmm.

Dr. Cutter.

She's gonna die, mom's gonna die, I'm gonna die, everybody knows.

I'm never gonna get on the talk.

There's gonna be nothing.

Just this.

Yeah.

Bye.

She's gonna die, Mom's gonna die, I'm gonna die, everybody know.

Everybody knows.

She doesn't know.

He's gonna die, Mom's gonna die, everybody knows.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

She's gonna die, everybody knows.

Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter.

She doesn't matter.

She doesn't matter.

I'm gonna die.

Nobody matters.

She doesn't murder.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hey, Caroll.

What's going on today?

I'm with you.

I'm with you.

I'm in there.

I'm dead.

I'm with you.

I'm there.

I'm with you.

I'm désirz.

I'm with you.

I'm with you.

I'm with you.

I'm there.

I'm in there.

I'm in there.

I'm in there.

I'm in there.

I'm in there.

I'm in here.

I'm here.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.

I'm done.

I'm...

No,

I'm done.

I'm done.

I'm done.

I'm inside.

I'm done.

No.

I'm done.

No.

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I think you're having another manic episode.

Don't.

Don't be tonguey.

You don't know.

I feel it.

All around me.

You see?

I was scared.

Carl, I know that what you're experiencing

feels real, but it can't hurt you.

I promise.

Hey.

I'm going to put Carl Rickett into observation for a few days.

He's harmless. Just make sure someone checks on him every couple hours.

You got it.

Okay, Dr. Desai was looking for you.

Thank you.

Come in.

Hey.

Did you send a patient named Sarah Marquette over to residency yesterday?

Yes.

She has a history with drug abuse and menia, and she's been in and out of our unit a few times.

Rose, she has no insurance.

Okay, but she needs treatment.

The board is down my throat about paying out of pocket for another bed in the residency program.

Maybe the board should try giving a shit about the point of our job here once in a while.

Okay, I'm not questioning your judgment.

Okay, I just need you to come to me first so I can get ahead of it next time, right?

Yes.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Hey, you haven't been here since the late shift last night, have you?

Dr. Potter.

For Weaver 26, she's a grad student.

Police were called on her for public disturbance, EMS fraud runs.

She's got any safe history?

Nothing on file, but the police sent over a report from a different incident she was involved in last week.

What was that one about?

A professor at her school pledging himself to death with a hammer.

She was interviewed as the only witness.

A hammer?

Hey, Laura.

My name is Dr. Potter.

I'm a therapist.

Do you want to sit down?

Okay.

I know you're nervous.

That's okay.

I just want to have a chat.

I promise this is a safe place.

Not for me.

Why do you say that?

Come on.

Come on. Let's sit.

Please.

Come on.

Okay.

I'm going to have to ask you a couple of questions that might sound stupid.

What day of the week is it?

Thursday.

And the month?

October. I'm not crazy.

Nobody's saying that.

No, but I need you to understand, I'm a PhD candidate. I'm not some lunatic, okay?

I'll just take a breath and you can just tell me what's going on.

I'm seeing something.

Something no one else can see except for me.

I know how insane that sounds.

I do, but it's this thing I can't explain it.

What is it you're seeing?

It looks like people, but it's not a person.

I'm not sure I understand.

It looks like people. It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends to be someone that I know.

Sometimes it's a random stranger. Sometimes it looks like my grandfather died in front of me when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing.

It's like it wears people's faces like masks.

Okay.

Do you see it right now here?

What happens when you do see it?

It's smiling at me, but not a friendly smile with the worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it, I just get this God awful feeling and something really terrible is going to happen.

I've never felt scared like I do what I see.

Laura, have you or anyone else in your family ever experienced hallucination?

It's not an hallucination. No, it's real. You don't get it.

It does things to me. It causes shit to happen around me.

It's taken over my whole life and my mind.

It tells me things.

It tells me that today is the day that I'm gonna...

Okay, that's okay. That's okay.

I know that what you're experiencing feels incredibly real.

Sometimes when we get emotionally overwhelmed or experience an intense trauma, our minds...

You're not listening to me!

Oh my God! I'm gonna fucking die and no one will listen to me!

Okay, Laura, it's okay.

Hey, it's okay.

Laura, can you look at me please?

It's okay.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Laura, look at me!

Laura, look at me!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

There's nobody else here.

Laura, look at me!

I have a patient where it can see an evil time in staff here.

Now, hurry.

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura, look at me!

Have we ever been a patient here before?

No.

Would you say she was typical of the patient you see here?

This is an emergency psychiatric unit.

Typical is not really the same here.

Right, but she was a head case, yeah?

I'm sorry, a head case?

I think we're just trying to get your opinion of her mental state.

She could have been suffering from acute post trauma psychosis.

She was having paranoid delusions.

What kind of delusions?

She was being said some sort of evil presence was haunting her.

Nice.

It's just we're going to have to contact Miss Weaver's family

and attempt to explain what happened.

So, we're looking for anything that might make some sense of all this.

If there's anything else you can tell us, then we know.

Before she died, she was smiling.

Yeah, she sounds fucking crazy to me.

Yeah.

Bro!

Whoa.

My bad.

Did I scare you?

Then you come in, shit.

Hi.

Hi.

What's up?

The thing.

Sorry.

Son's wrong.

A patient died today.

I'm a patient.

Hey, come in.

I'm sorry.

It happened right in front of me.

It was awful.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

This is a nice start.

Maybe we should build a Londoner tonight.

We can.

Holly, hire a sitter.

It's just going to be a bigger headache if we don't stop.

No way.

Holly?

Sorry, I'm so heavy.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I came back and went

to their demands again

and Barbara took half自由 at Mom,

and then I picked her up from the school,

barely out of any time time for my Ogons.

I came into their weddings

and went talking in my bed,

and then I pick him up

and went to customer practice and lessons,

karate, theater,

oh, and he started to take his fan,

Yeah, weekdays are literally impossible.

You are coming Saturday, right?

Oh, sorry, what's Saturday?

I'm sorry, this isn't a joke.

Rose Jackson's 7th birthday party. I told you like 5 times.

I can't, I have work.

What do you mean you have to work on Saturday?

I work Saturday.

See, this is exactly why you have to get out of that gross hospital and into like gross.

That's not gross.

Rose, there have been plenty of crazies out there who will actually pay you for your time.

Thank you so much for your input, Craig. That's very sweet.

I'm just saying, why become a doctor if you can't get disgusted with registry?

You're kidding, right?

Rose loves being a doctor. She do it for free.

Well, while we're on the subject of wasted earning potentials, we could always sell the fucking house.

Can we not right now, please?

I don't understand you, it's literally just sitting there.

We grew up in that house.

Rose, it's a total tear down. Why not just get the money for the land?

Can you guys shut the fuck up?

Wow.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I've been looking forward to this.

You okay?

Yeah.

Morning, doctor.

Morning, doctor.

Morning.

Hi. Yesterday, that patient, Laura Weaver, the police had sent in a report about a different incident that she was involved in.

Can you get that forwarded to me?

You better tell.

Yeah, and also, I was supposed to have a session with Jane Park.

Oh, yeah, she pulled out a bunch of her hair overnight and swallowed it all.

They took her down to the medicines and have her stomach pumped.

Rose.

What are you?

I was on a colony of vines. I just thought I wouldn't.

You know, we really get the talk yesterday.

The whole thing. I just wanted you to know that.

When the call came in, I had no idea it was going to be you, so I'm sorry. That was Weaver.

That's your job. I get it.

How you been?

Don't know why you're here.

You know, like I said, I was on a colony by and I just, you know, I thought I would come check on you.

You know, with everything that happened yesterday, that's not an easy thing.

Okay, I appreciate it, but I don't need you to check on me.

Right.

No, yeah, I mean, sorry.

I have to get back to work.

See you around.

See you around.

You do know she's engaged, right?

Yeah.

I'm single.

Hello.

Hi.

Look, I just wanted to say sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have kept you like that.

No, I should apologize.

I've been stealing with some stuff. I wasn't being very good company.

Okay, well, if you can't make a change tomorrow, you could at least get him a present.

If you need an idea, he's really into electric model trains.

Uh huh.

You sound weird. Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hey, Carl. How are you feeling today?

Carl.

Carl. Carl.

She's going to die. I'm going to die. Everybody died. Carl, look at me.

You're going to die. You're going to die. You're going to die.

You're going to die.

He was aggressive. Acting psychotic.

Carl Rankin has been in and out of here a dozen times and has never exhibited behavior even remotely aggressive.

Do you think that I'm making it up?

Of course not, but yesterday a patient in your care killed herself brutally in front of you.

Is it possible when you presumed that Carl Rankin was a danger to himself that that's what your mind was reacting to?

I suppose I could have misinterpreted the situation and overreacted.

Okay, so here's what's going to happen. You're going to take a paid week off.

Morgan, that's really not necessary.

You've been working 80 hour weeks for months. I'm concerned that you haven't been sleeping.

We can't help these patients unless we have our own mental health in check. And it's in the unit's best interest if you just take a week and clear your head.

Just do what you gotta do and come back focused, okay?

What?!

Hello?

This is first line security. May I have your name and the passcode?

Rose Connor, um, Acapulco.

And we've detected a door alarm.

Yeah, the back door of my house is open.

Are you alone in the house, ma'm?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What?

Are you sure you haven't left something inside, Rose?

Look behind you.

Hello?

This is first line security. May I have your name and the passcode?

We did a full sleep inside now. It's all clear.

Um, what about the back door?

Is it possible it wasn't fully alleged last time it was closed?

I don't know, maybe.

Hey, I wouldn't worry about it. These false alarms happen all the time.

If anything else comes up, you can give us a call.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks, sir.

Um, evening?

What happened?

Mustache?

Mustache?

So, is there a reason you sent the alarm?

Um, I literally don't remember doing it.

I must have just extended it by accident or something.

By accident?

Sorry, sorry.

My head has just been in this like foggy, creepy, spacey place all day.

And there was this weird incident at work and then my boss is making me take a...

Sorry. Everything is okay.

Are you sure?

No, I'm fine. I was just venting.

Okay.

Can you see if you could find Mustache? I haven't seen him anywhere at all.

Bro, did you break another glass?

Mustache?

Mustache?

Mustache?

It looks like people. It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends to be someone that I know. Sometimes it's a random stranger.

Sometimes it looks like my grandfather died in front of me when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing.

Smiling at me, but not a friendly smile. The worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

Whenever I see it, I just get this god awful feeling and it's something really terrible to get out of.

Oh my God! Oh my God! No! No! No! Get out of here! Please! Get away! Please! No! No!

I haven't had time to see an evildoer. I need to stop here. No. Hurry.

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Rose!

It wasn't so much the blood, it was, um, her face, the look that she had.

How did that make you feel?

Uh, terrified obviously.

Um, vulnerable, guilty.

Guilty?

Well, she was my patient.

She was a disturbed young woman you only met for ten minutes.

Yeah, I just, I just feel like I've gotten stuck on it and I can't, you know, get it out of my head.

Have you considered the reason you feel stuck could actually be more about your mother's suicide?

Do you still blame yourself?

I'm really not trying to relitigate that part of my life right now, so.

What would you like to talk about?

I was hoping that I could get a script for Risperdoll. Ever since that patient, I've been, um, seeing things and hearing things. I'm sure it's just a symptom of post trauma.

Let's avoid any self diagnosis. What is it you've been seeing and hearing?

Echoes of what happened with my patient. It's just fleeting moments of stress induced hallucinations. But when they're happening, they feel so corporeal and unsettling.

Rose, from where I was sitting, you don't seem delusional or disordered to me. And certainly not psychotic.

It's my impressions, experience with your patient, triggered old anxieties compounded with too much stress, not enough sleep.

You have wounds that have never fully healed. And it is possible that it will completely, that's the nature of trauma. But you can learn to get control over it.

Have you been continuing to see patients while you've been coming with all this?

No. Just taking it for a hiatus.

Good. If you want my advice, use this time to do something different. Anything that will take your mind off the triggers that are causing you stress.

I also think it would be helpful if we resumed our regular sessions again.

Sure.

And what about the respite arms?

Let's talk again next week before we consider any medication.

In the meantime, you can always call me.

Sure.

Oh my God, you made it.

Hi. Surprise.

Come in, come in.

I thought you were doing work.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was just about to take a nap.

Hey, hey, great. What are you doing? I told you not to take this out yet.

Oh, ladies, I forgot about my dipshow.

Husband, would you please show my sister to the adult professionals?

Sure.

Wait, you're the therapist, right?

Yes, I am.

Oh, fantastic. Can I have some advice?

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Oh, that one's from Aunt Rose.

Take it to your home.

No, no, no, no, I promise you this wasn't me.

It wasn't, it wasn't me, I swear.

You have to, you guys have to believe me, please.

Somebody please fucking believe me.

Fuck, are you seeing this fucking woman?

You see her?

You have to see her, please.

I mean, I mean, somebody please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, Rose.

I, I heard you were pointing to the ER. I wanted to come down and check on you. How are you doing?

Fine. It was just an accident. Thank you.

Yeah, they, they said that you had had an anxiety attack.

Rose, I'll be honest with you, I'm, I'm concerned. And I, I mean this as your friend, but I really think you should speak to someone.

Are you seeing anybody professionally right now?

Rose, yes.

Wait, I need to tell you something, and I need you to know that I'm not crazy, okay?

Okay.

Something is happening to me. It's going to be really hard for you to believe.

Maybe we just go inside.

No, no, no, what you're saying to me, sorry, sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Okay. Something is threatening me. Some kind of evil spirit or energy.

I don't really know what it is, but, but I think that it, it killed my patient because she described experiencing the same thing before she died.

And now it's somehow attached itself to me, and I'm just really scared that something bad is going to happen.

I really need you to say something.

Do you want me to say it?

I want you to believe me.

Rose, are you talking about fucking ghost?

No, no, no, it's not. It's not a ghost. It's something else.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I can't, I cannot fucking do this right now.

I mean, you're not listening to what I'm saying, okay?

Rose, what the fuck am I supposed to say to respond to this right now? Do you hear yourself? I mean, Jesus Christ, you're so crazy.

I am not crazy. Sorry. Sorry.

But it's genetic, isn't it?

What?

Mental illness. You can inherit it from a parent. I looked it up.

Why would you look that up?

Because I wanted to know what I was potentially hitting my entire life to. Is that so fucking unfair?

I'm going to the house.

No, please Trevor, I'm in danger.

Rose, did you kill mustache? No, no, that was not, that was not me.

Then tell me, what happened?

It was a thing.

Trevor, please, please, please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Then he just stopped sleeping altogether.

I would catch him having these conversations with himself. He was just seeing things.

Doing strange things that he didn't even seem to remember.

Then one morning it was gone.

That night the police called and told me he was dead.

They asked me to identify his body. His face.

25 years of marriage and that's what I have left to remember him.

I'm so sorry.

Did Gabriel ever describe the things that he was seeing?

I'll show you.

I should take it all down. I can't stand being here.

This is what Gabriel said he saw.

He kept saying he was trying to get inside of him.

That is Gabriel's brother. He died in an accident 20 years ago.

Gabriel and them forgot over it. How long had this been going on?

Ever since he got back. From that damn conference he would go to every year.

It was because he saw that awful woman kill herself.

But no one reports on that.

He watched someone die by suicide?

Yes. I assume you knew this.

What's your name?

I don't remember. I'd have to find it.

Did he ever say why all of this was happening?

Did he find any explanation in all of this?

What kind of reporter are you?

Mrs. Manuel's husband was not insane.

The things that he was seeing, they're real. I've seen them.

What are you, a fucking nutcase?

What?

Some kind of morbid fanatic. How fucking dare you?

No, please. Please, what happened to your husband is happening to me.

Out of my house.

I want you out of my house now.

Please, just please give me the name. Please just give me the name.

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Come on in.

So, what's up?

I'm assuming you're not here to catch up, considering Culp's shoulder the other day.

I need a favor. I need you to not ask any questions about it.

Terrific. Yeah, let's hear that.

So, nine days ago, a man named Gabriel Munoz killed himself.

I need to know if he had been involved in any other recent police reports.

Can you find that out here for me?

Come on, are you serious?

This is my one day off. Go to the station.

Told, please.

Buddy. God damn it.

Alright, what was his name again?

Gabriel Munoz.

Alright, so you reported his death.

Yeah, there's another incident report here from a week ago here from a precinct of state.

What was it for?

He gave a witness statement. He was staying in a hotel where a woman committed suicide.

Okay, um, and what was her name, the woman?

Um, Angela Powell. She's a real estate agent. What is this?

Fuck.

What? What is it?

It's a picture from the scene.

Let me see it.

No.

Let me see it.

No, look, you don't want to see this. This is, this is like evidence.

Or just, you know, evidence.

Holy shit.

Told you it was gross.

Okay, I need you to do the same search again, but this time on her, the woman, Angela.

Can you please tell me what this is all about?

I told you, you said you weren't going to ask me any questions.

No, you said I wouldn't ask you any questions.

Joel, I need your help. Okay?

Please.

There was a previous report filed four days before her death.

That's a weird coincidence. She was also interviewed about a suicide.

What is this? Is that a video file?

It's, um, security camera footage.

Put it on.

It's just, it's loading.

What the fuck is this?

You know, my day was going just fine.

He rewind it.

Really?

Rewind it, Joel.

Okay, stop.

She's smiling.

Rose, who are these people?

I have to go.

Where are you going?

Rose, where are you going?

What is going on here? I'm so confused right now.

Okay, do me one more favor.

Okay.

Trevor, Trevor, are you here?

Hey. Hi, Rose.

What is this? What is she doing here?

I wanted to see how you're doing.

I was talking to my fiance.

I called her.

Why?

Because you've been acting completely unhinged.

I didn't know what else to do.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I came to you.

The person I'm supposed to trust most in the world,

and I confided that I was scared to death,

that I needed you.

And you just didn't even listen to what I was saying.

No, why do you think I even called her?

All I'm trying to do here is help you.

No, all you're trying to do is make it so you don't have to deal with it.

You're fine as long as everything is easy and agreeable,

but God forbid anything become real or even a tiny bit difficult,

and you just think about how it's going to fuck up your whole little perfect life plan.

Are you serious right now?

Yeah.

If that's how you feel, then why are we even together?

Maybe I just don't know.

Why don't we all just take a breath?

Why don't you just fucking make yourself at home?

Rose, are you actually leaving right now?

Greg.

Rose, what are you doing here?

Is Holly here? I need to talk to her.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Greg, let me talk to my fucking sister, okay?

Holly!

You're going to come over here and talk to me like that?

Oh, can I talk to you just for one second?

No, I don't think she should be here.

I don't think this is a good idea, honestly.

No, I'm just going to talk to you.

How are you?

My eyes are open now.

I have been cursed.

Or somehow wrapped up in a curse.

I got it from my mission.

She was cursed, and when she died, she transferred it to me,

and now I'm being threatened by this entity.

By an entity?

No, no, it's what killed my stash.

It was at the party yesterday, but you couldn't see it.

Nobody else can see it except for me.

Jesus Christ.

No, look, Holly, I know it's so hard to believe,

and it was really difficult for me to believe it at first sight,

but look at this, look.

Oh my God, what was that?

What the fuck do you have that?

Because this happened to other people, and they're all dead, bro.

Well, Holly, I'm going to be next.

Those curses are not real.

Okay, you are having some sort of a breakdown.

What?

No, no, Holly, you're not hearing me.

You are not hearing me.

This is exactly what happened to mom.

His head just like hers.

How the fuck would you know that?

I'm sorry, what?

You were never around when mom got the head.

Where the fuck were you when she died?

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Okay, because I was older, I got the worst of mom's insanity.

I had to fucking leave the house.

That was the only way I could survive.

And I'm sorry that I left you alone,

and that you had to be the one to find her.

I know that that fucked you up.

And I know that that's not fair,

and I wish I could do something about it,

because I have tried so hard to move on with my life

to leave all that shit behind me, okay?

It's like, you can't accept the fact that mom lost her mind

and fucking killed herself,

her entire life, and you punished me because I don't want to.

Well, I'm sorry that I'm actually trying to help people

instead of being some fucking stay at home PTA housewife

who lives in her own self centered, smug little bubble.

Okay, I don't know why I said that.

I'm not doing this.

I'm not doing this with you.

You're completely traumatized, Jackson, okay?

I can't back you around when you're like this.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Holly.

Fuck.

Why didn't you tell me about your patient's connection to the others?

After you left, I kept thinking,

these cases, this same pattern, it goes back further.

So far, I found 20 cases involving 19 suicide victims

with a direct line linking them all together,

and the things these people are doing themselves rose holy shit.

Wait, you said 20 cases, but only 19 suicides.

One of the cases makes us have the patterns

of a count Robert Talley, the business partner

commits suicide right in front of him in the 4 day player.

Talley goes and he fucking murders the woman

he's never met before completely out of the blue.

But get this, a week later, the key eyewitness to the murder

also commits suicide.

Pat moves zooms.

Are you alive?

Yeah, he's sitting and holding it.

I'll tune it.

Joel, I gotta talk to him.

I wanted you to say something.

I will.

Just, just, give me a second.

I mean, Jesus Christ.

I thought you were going to say this was some kind of like

crazy suicide called a black male scheme.

I mean, this, this, this, this is I.

Okay, let's just put aside the possibility

that some sort of evil extraordinary force

could even exist.

What you're saying is that this thing is jumping around

from person to person and it's causing them to kill themselves?

Okay, but maybe it's not suicide.

What do you mean?

Okay, so my patient, she was terrified,

but she was not suicidal.

And then at the end, everything about her changed.

It was like the person I'd been talking to was gone

and something else had taken over.

So it's kind of like the guy.

Yes.

The security.

Yes, exactly.

Oh my God, what the fuck?

In the cases that you found,

how long was it between each victim's death?

None of them survived long enough.

Some of them didn't even make it past four days.

Today was my fourth day.

Whatever happened to those people is not going to happen to you.

I promise.

How are you going for this, Doug?

You're just looking that he fired every lawyer

to give us a sign.

You do know what this guy did, right?

Dr. Carter's going to psychological profile

and was sending a case for us.

Well, that was a whole box of fruits.

So good luck.

And look, you only got 10 minutes with him.

Okay, it's the best I can do without a court order.

Appreciate it.

Mr. Talley, my name is Dr. Rose Carter.

And, Doug, I was hoping you'd be willing to answer some questions.

I'm done answering questions.

I confessed.

I actually don't care about what you were accused of.

What I need to know is what you experienced in the days leading up to it.

I have a patient, a young woman.

Four days ago, a man killed himself right in front of her.

And ever since then, she hasn't seen something.

Something that pretends to be other people.

The man that she saw kill himself,

he claimed that he was seeing the exact same thing.

What the fuck do you want from me, huh?

What is it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Why is it that everybody else has seen it just dead in your life?

Why?

Please, Mr. Talley, you can help her, okay?

Please.

Make the cop leave.

It's not going to happen, though.

Make him leave, and I'll tell you what I know.

Joe, please.

Be outside.

I tried to research anything and everything I could about this thing.

There have been other chains in the past,

found one that was in Brazil a few years ago.

And there escaped that chain.

Not killing his neighbor, passing it to his neighbor's wife.

Your patient is going to die unless she kills someone.

That's the only way you can get rid of it.

The only way.

She has to make sure there's a witness for the past

to give this thing these trauma to spread.

That's what gives it power.

Trauma. Your patient has to make it come.

Tell her to use some kind of weapon.

Make the biggest mess she can.

I can't tell someone!

There he is!

You...

You have it?

No, no, no.

Why the fuck did you come here?

You're not giving it back to me.

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Hey!

Hey!

What?

What happened?

What do you say?

Nothing.

Nothing.

It happens fucking mind your own business.

We're going to tellcha mommy!

We're going to tellcha mom about thisクマヨヨヅヨヅヨヅヨヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅヅ。

Fuck you.

I don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know what I'm talking about.

What are you doing here?

I apologize if you felt ambushed yesterday, that was the wrong approach, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I think you should go.

Rose, we both know I have a responsibility to notify the authorities if you're a danger to yourself or others.

I need you to help convince me you're not a danger.

Trevor mentioned they've been talking about ghosts.

I never use the word ghosts.

Evil beings then, paranormal.

I admitted to him that I was seeing things the same thing that I told you.

It was not happening anymore, okay, it was stress and lack of sleep.

I could find it in him and that was obviously a mistake, but that's it, okay?

Are we good?

How are you feeling today?

Let me think, I'm pretty sure my fiance thinks I'm crazy.

My sister has just totally shut me out and now my former therapist is making unannounced house calls to ensure that I am not a danger.

So, other than that, I'm really good.

What?

Rose, it's Madeline.

I've been trying your mobile all morning.

I'm very concerned about how we left you yesterday.

Rose, are you there?

Oh no.

Almost time, Rose.

Where the fuck are you?

Where are you?

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

This is Madeline.

Must be on leave.

Just coming to me from my office.

It's okay, it's okay.

No, no.

It's okay.

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

Rose.

What are you doing here?

You can't be real patients

Rose, what are you doing here?

Nothing

I don't know but I don't know why I uh

Listen, why don't we go inside together and we can just talk?

No

It's not safe

Rose, I don't think you should be alone right now

I need to be alone

I need to be alone

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Listen Rose, I don't think you should go anywhere, okay?

Just relax, I'm gonna make a phone call, alright?

I saw police APP go out because it's your dangerous, what the fuck happened?

I don't want anything to do

What?

This thing, it used all of its victims to pass an honor to survive but if there's no one else around then it has no way to pass

As long as I'm alone, I can't deprive it of what it needs

That doesn't make any sense, your plan is just to avoid people forever

We're paying you lots, we're gonna keep running, okay?

I gotta face it

Okay, Rose, I'm calling you, just tell me where you are

I don't think you should be alone

Rose, I'm calling you, just tell me where you are

Rose, I'm calling you, just tell me where you are

Rose, I'm calling you, just tell me where you are

... Rose...

... Baby!

Help me, please.

All you need is to stay.

And...

Kids have, um...

called for help.

Just whining in the 40s.

We're broke!

I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it.

I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it.

I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it.

I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it.

I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it.

Rose...

Oh, it's okay, baby.

Come here.

I am so sorry.

I haven't been a good mom.

But I want to be.

I really try to be.

But sometimes, everything is just too much.

There is something terrible inside of me.

I hate myself.

Stop, stop, stop.

Are you ashamed of me?

No.

Then why did you let me die?

Why did you save me?

You could have called for help.

Stop it, stop it.

But you didn't stop it.

You wished that I would die.

Because I was afraid of you.

I was ten years old.

And you were a monster.

And I know that's not fair, you.

You needed help.

But I couldn't.

And I would carry that guilt.

For my entire life.

And I, I have to let it go.

I have to let it go.

This is not real.

A rose.

A mind.

Makes it real.

What are you?

Why did you do this to me?

Because your mind is so empty.

No, no, no.

You can't escape your own mind.

You can't escape your own mind.

You can't escape your own mind.

You can't escape it.

You can't escape it.

You can't escape it.

You can't escape it.

You can't escape it.

You can't escape it.

Holy shit.

Are you okay?

Can I just go back?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for dragging you into my whole fucked up mess.

For most of my life, I've been afraid of letting people get too close.

Because I was afraid of what they might see if they really looked.

And so I put walls up and I kept people at a distance.

And then I met you and I could feel those walls coming down.

And scared the shit out of me.

And so I was selfish and that was not fair to you.

And I am so, so sorry.

And I'm being selfish again by even asking, but do you think that I could stay here and just sleep?

Could you stay with me while I sleep?

Please.

I'll stay with you forever.

I'll stay with you forever.

I'll stay with you forever.

I'll stay with you forever.

I'll stay with you forever.

No!

No, no, no!

No!

Open the door!

No!

No!

Open the door!

I'm coming!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Rose?

Rose?