All language subtitles for Beware.The.Boogeyman.2024.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H264-BobDobbs

(soft dramatic music)
(glass shattering)

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(electronic buzzing)

(electronic whooshing and beeping)

(traffic whirring)

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(traffic whirring)

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- [Voice Automated] It's Melissa.

- Hey, honey. I'm on my
way to my orientation.

Ah, yeah, yeah, I, I should be home

around four, I would think.

It's a small facility, I can't imagine

it will take longer than that,

especially since they dragged
me out here on a Sunday.

Okay, honey. I'll call you later.

Love you too. Bye.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(car approaching)

(door opens)

(traffic whirring)

(door closes)

(eerie music continues)

(ball thumping)

(door creaking)

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Hello? Is anybody here?

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- Dr. Makenzie?

Dr. Tristian Makenzie?
- Ah, yes, that's me.

Ah, you must be Dr. Patterson.

- Actually, I'm Dr. Gabey Moon.

I'm the director of the
residency program here

at Silverdale Psychiatric Hospital.

- Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

(eerie music)

- Oh!

- Was it an accident?

- Carelessness. Never turn
your back on a patient.

This way, please.

(eerie music continues)

(door opens)

This is the administrative wing.

Patients are kept on the
fourth and sixth floor,

oh, depending, of course, on
their current mental condition.

This is where all the
pencil pushing is done.

So we've got Patorius, Durand.

Lucia's around the corner.

And this is the coat closet.

You know, my, my personal
recommendation is don't leave

anything of value behind.

Our cleaning lady's a little
bit of a kleptomaniac.

And this is my office.

Got medical record storage
and decompression room.

Look, I'm sure you can see by now

that we are a very small
state-funded hospital.

We've got 27 residents and five doctors.

- Yes, I see that.

I've worked in my fair
share of smaller facilities.

- (chuckles) I've read your file,

but I can tell you that it
doesn't give me the breadth

or depth of which I need
to know, you specifically.

(tense music)

(door closes)

- You are hiring for senior
houseman, are you not?

- Indeed, we are.

Look, Dr. Makenzie, I don't want you

to take offense to this.

You seem possibly like
you're maybe more suited

for one of the fashionable facilities,

ones where wealthy old
men are holding your hand

and, and telling you how
horrible their mothers were.

We're a long way from Seattle.

- I've worked with my fair share

of disturbed patients during my training.

If you are trying to warn me

that the patients here
are potentially dangerous,

you needn't worry.
- Dangerous?

Hardly. Disturbed, I'll give you that.

And they're also very
extraordinary and strange.

- Huh, strange?

What's the strangest case

that's come from a little place like this?

- Believe me, I've seen
strange things come

and I've seen strange things go,

but the strangest
phenomenon I have ever seen

in my entire career is
a very specific delusion

that's shared by five of our residents.

A very specific delusion.

- Mass suggestion.
- You'd think so.

But upon careful review
and thorough review

of all of their files, we decided early on

to impose a non-contact
between all of them.

That way we could tease out possibly where

the delusion was coming from

or what the common thread
was between all five.

It's a very specific delusion.

- Well, I look forward to meeting them all

and assisting in any way I can.

(Gabey inhales and exhales)
(pen clicking)

(tense music continues)

Ah.

(Gabey inhales and exhales)

Do you wanna see them?

- What?

(eerie music)

- The files?

- Oh, yes. I, I'd love to see the files.

(drawer opens)

(drawer closes)

(folders rustling)

- Cathy McGowin.

She's been here for about five years.

Cathy is a special case.
Possibly the most dangerous.

It's unclear when she began
experiencing the onset symptoms

of paranoid schizophrenia,
but it's also unclear

what happened to her victims.

(suspenseful music)

(Cathy gasping)
(door banging)

(Cathy breathing heavily)

(door smashing)

(Cathy panting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Cathy panting)

(Cathy panting)

(intense music)

(engine running)

(doors open)
(door beeping)

(insects chittering)

- Well, this is it.

What do you think?
- It's cute.

And you weren't kidding when you said

you lived out in the sticks. (chuckles)

- Yeah, I like the peace and quiet.

No one around.

It's been a long drive. You
must need another drink.

- Mm-hmm.

(car door closes)
- Come on.

(eerie music)

(both chattering)

(door opens)

(door creaks and closes)

- (exhales) It's, ah,
it's a nice place you got.

- It's old, nothing works
half the time, but thanks.

- Just you here?

- More or less.

- You grew up in this place?

- Why do you say that?

- Oh, just a big house
for such a small girl.

(Cathy chuckles)
(cork pops)

- It's my parents actually.

(wine pouring)
- Ah.

They, ah, they are around?

- Not anymore.

(glasses clink)
- Good.

(both chuckle)

(laughs) So, um, what do you wanna do?

You know, listen to some music, ah,

maybe a little dancing, some music?

(both laugh)
- Sure.

There's a record player if
you wanna pick something out.

- (clicks tongue) All right.

(Cathy sighing)

- I'm gonna use the powder
room and freshen up.

- Sounds good.

(matches rattling)

(match striking)

(suspenseful music)

(albums rustling)

(Boogeyman bellowing)

(bellowing continues)

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(floor creaking)

(record scraping)

(switch clicking)

(record crackling)

(soft jazz music)

(soft jazz music continues)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language continues)

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(book scraping)

(door creaking)

(door closes)

(pills rattling)

(Cathy sniffing)

(Cathy breathes heavily)
(door banging)

(singing in foreign language)

(Cathy breathing heavily)

(door banging)

(suspenseful music)

(singing in foreign language)

(door banging)
(Boogeyman bellowing)

(singing in foreign language)

(soft jazz music continues)

(singing in foreign language)

(soft jazz music continues)

- Well, that's an on choice.

- (chuckles) Ah, huh. Oh, very nice.

Yeah. It's like it was calling
to me and it's, it's my song.

Mm.

- Listen Glen,

I'm not usually in the business

of bringing random guys home.

- (chuckles) Well I, well I hope not.

- Don't tease me.

I've been to bed with six guys,

three boyfriends, three one night stands.

- Good to know.

- I asked you to come back
with me tonight because,

well, I don't wanna sleep alone.

- I don't think anybody does.

I mean, we're all looking for
some sort of companionship.

You know, someone to, someone to touch,

someone to wake up next to.

- That's not what I'm talking about.

- Then what?

(eerie music continues)

- I'm afraid
- Of?

- This house.

- (chuckles) What's wrong with this house?

- It's not exactly the
house that I'm afraid of.

- Then what? Come on.

Don't be just scaredy-cat.

- All right, big guy.
What are you scared of?

- Nothing scares me.
- Mm, really?

- I'm serious.
- Come on.

- Okay, well there might be one thing.

- Come on.

- I was a kid.

13, if I remember correctly.

My brother made me participate
in Montezuma's Revenge.

You know what that is? Knotts Berry Farm?

Fastest coaster on the West Coast?

What? Not good enough for you?

- That's not what I'm talking about.

Come on.

There's gotta be something
that really scares you.

(Glen sighing)
Maybe something

from when you were a kid,

something that haunts you to this day.

- You know.
- Yeah.

- Hmm. There might be something.

When I was 11, maybe 12,

me and my brother Roy would play

by this old lake during the summer.

I can remember one hot
summer in particular,

we took our fishing poles to this lake.

- Do you think you can
catch a catfish? (echoes)

- Roy sees something furry
floating in the water.

Some, something.
(Roy gasping)

And he starts nudging
it with a tree branch,

closer and closer to the shore.

- Come on, Roy.
- And I can see that it's

some sort of animal.
- What is that?

- Suddenly he's yelling
at me, "Get it, get it!"

So I reach into the water

and I pull out this young Scotty dog.

- Is that a dog?
- And it must've been dead

for a while because it was stiff.

I'm talking stiff as a board.
- What the heck?

- You could've propped this thing up

and it would've stood up straight.

Poor thing must've been dead for a while

because both of its eyes were wide open.

(flies buzzing)
- Whoa, look at its eye.

- I'll never forget
looking into those eyes,

had one blue and one green one.

- Is that it?
- Not even close.

We decided to bury the dog in the forest

and then just sort of forgot about it.

And we started down the
path and immediately

I felt something was wrong,
like something was following us.

Suddenly, I turn around and
there's that young Scotty dog

running up towards us.
- Oh my God.

- And that's when I noticed,
(Young Glen gasping)

one blue and one green eye

and it smelled like the lake.

(eerie music continues)

Huh, to this day, when I'm alone, I,

I think maybe I'm not,

then I imagine it's that one dead dog

with one blue and one green eye.

- Hmm.

Weird.
- (sighs) Yeah.

(sighs) Okay. Your turn.

What about this house scares you?

- Oh, no, no, um, my thing
isn't nearly as scary as yours.

You're just, you're
just gonna laugh at me.

- Oh, no, I promise I won't.

Scout's honor. Come on.

- Okay, well, it all started
when I was really little

and my cousins would tease me mercilessly

about the Boogeyman.

(Cathy gasping)
(door banging)

He said he lived in my closet,

and he teased that they
could hear him breathing

from the other side of the door.

(suspenseful music)

Sometimes now I wake up
in the dead of night.

I swear I can hear something

or someone breathing in my closet.

And that's why I don't
wanna sleep alone tonight.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Your, ah, your room upstairs?

- Yeah?

- Well what exactly do
I get if I take care

of this little Boogeyman problem for you?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, if I go kick his ass,

you have to plant one on me.

- Deal.

(suspenseful music continues)

(chair creaking)

(insects chittering)

(door opens and creaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

- (chuckles) That little closet?

- Yeah.

- You'd think the Boogeyman could afford

a more spacious pad.

(clears throat) Loitering is not allowed

in this house, Mr. Boogeyman.

(knocking)

He must have moved out.

(door slams)

(chuckles) Ha-ha. Very funny, Cathy.

(doorknob clattering)

Cathy, are we playing a game?

(knocking)
Cath?

(doorknob clattering)
Come on, Cathy.

Open the door. I'm getting
really sick of this.

(intense music)

Cathy, Cathy, come on.
(doorknob clattering)

I'm tired of this game.

(door thumping)

Cathy, please open the door.

Cathy. Cathy, I'm really tired of this.

You have to let me out now. Please.

Cathy, come on, please.
(knocking)

Cathy, I don't wanna be here her anymore.

Come on. Cathy?

Cathy, it was...

Ah! (screaming)

(flesh tearing)

God, please! (screaming)

(Glen groaning and screaming)

(Boogeyman growling)

(Glen screaming)

(Boogeyman snarling)

- When she was eventually admitted,

Cathy couldn't let go of this delusion.

She had convinced herself
that this mutations,

birth mutation of heterochromia
had just allowed her

some psychic connection to this delusion.

- A creature in the closet?

- Childlike as it may be,

it's still a very oddly specific delusion.

- You say her parents
weren't in the picture?

- Do you feel like it makes a difference?

- Well, yeah. I mean, it's, it's common

when a person experiences
trauma at a young age,

that as a defense
mechanism, they revert back

to a childlike state.

Sometimes it's voice, sometimes behaviors,

sometimes subconsciously.

The closet as a mental set piece

was probably either where she would go

to escape her perpetrator or
where the assault took place.

Ah, maybe, maybe I'm
over-complicating things.

Who wasn't afraid of
something under their bed

or in their closet as a kid?

But my guess is, in Cathy's case,

the Boogeyman was a
living, breathing person.

And her relationship with that person

turned her into a Boogeyman too.

(folder closing)

- That was also my
assessment five years ago.

And it was only further
complicated by our next case,

which is Olivia Cushing.

(sighs) She's our most recent case.

Um, she's also the most
reluctant to talk about it.

(patients chattering)
(Oliva sobbing)

(whooshing)
(soft rock music)

♪ Nothing feels good after this ♪

♪ You can wrap yourself and launch it ♪

♪ That don't mean it's gonna fly ♪

(eerie music)

♪ How long can you run ♪

♪ How long can you run ♪

♪ How long can you run ♪

♪ There's something that you can do ♪

(pills rattling)

- You're not crazy. I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy. (echoes)
(phone buzzing)

(soft rock music continues)

(soft rock music continues)

Oh, hi, Mawmaw.

- Hi, sweetie. How's your
first place living alone?

How are you feeling?
- Oh, I mean,

it's been quiet mostly,

and I've felt, I've felt better.

I, um...

(sighs) Well, I'm not feeling
great, but that's okay.

Time heals all wounds or, or whatever.

- [Mawmaw] Well, if
there's anything I can do,

please don't hesitate.

- Aw, I appreciate you, but I'm good.

Um, I've got my paints, so I guess

I've got all the company I need.

- [Mawmaw] Well, your
paints are a poor substitute

for real company.

Have you been out? Any new young
men you've got your eye on?

- (chuckles) Ah, dating is the last thing

I wanna think about right now.

- Well, I just wanted to check in

on my favorite granddaughter.

- I'm your only granddaughter, Mawmaw.

- [Mawmaw] And you're still my favorite.

- Oh, well, thank you.

(chuckles) Ah, I love you so much.

- [Mawmaw] Don't be a stranger.

- All righty. Well, I'll
talk to you soon, Mawmaw.

Okay? Bye-bye.

(fingers tapping)

(soft dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(water sloshing)

(brush tapping)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(tape tearing)

(canvas clacking)

(chattering on TV)

- [Man On TV] Hey, honey, that's not why

I'm telling you this.

- Well, let's just please...
(Olivia scoffing)

- [Man On TV] Nice.

- [Woman On TV] Yes,
well, I know (chattering).

But that shit with her is fucking crazy.

(chattering on TV)

- Oh. (laughs)

Okay.
- Cass, I'm being serious.

I'm not staying inside this
house with that bat in there.

- (laughing) Oh.

Oh, shit.

(pills rattling)
All right,

let's see what's up.

(eerie music)

Okay.

"Feeling and being sick
or feeling very sleepy,

headaches, loss of
libido, reduced sex drive,

difficulties achieving, achieving orgasm

during sex or masturbation."

Huh.
(pills rattling)

Well, before it's too late.
(pages rustling)

(pills rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(Olivia moaning)

(Olivia moaning)

(eerie music)

No, no.
(hatch banging)

- Come and see. Come and see.

(Olivia gasping)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(doorknob clattering)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

- Come and see. Come and see.

Come and see. Come and see.

(Olivia gasping)

(Olivia breathes heavily)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(Olivia breathing shakily)

(Olivia breathes heavily)

(eerie music continues)

- What? I didn't...

(Olivia breathing shakily)

Oh Jesus.

They were not fucking around
about those side effects.

(eerie music continues)

(Olivia sighing)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(shower spraying)

(eerie music continues)

(water dripping)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

What the fuck?

(soft rock music)

(birds chirping)

What the fuck were you thinking?

- No. You're coming in a little hot.

- No shit, Sherlock. I'm tired of this.

- [Chad] Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Seriously, Chad.

And I'm being very serious right now.

Did you come over here last night?

- Um, not that I recall.

- I'm not fucking around.

- Look, Olivia, the only
reason I'm even having to talk

to you right now is because
you still owe me 200 bucks

for those Feeding Fingers tickets.

- Chad, I swear to God.

- $200, Olivia, 200.

- Look, this has been a
brilliant conversation and all.

All I'm trying to say is
stay the fuck away from me

and my new place, okay?

- Ah, sure.

- Yeah, I should have listened to Michelle

when she told me you were
fucking around on me.

- I thought you were done.

- Go play in traffic, dick.

And also, fuck your
tickets and fuck your $200!

(heavy rock music)
Fuck!

(Olivia screaming)

♪ How long can you run ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ How long can you run ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ How long can you run ♪

(singer screaming)

(eerie music)

♪ Have you ever met the Boogeyman before ♪

♪ No, of course you haven't ♪

♪ You're much too good I'm sure ♪

♪ Don't you be afraid of
him if he should visit you ♪

♪ He's a great big coward so
I'll tell you what to do ♪

♪ Hush, hush, hush ♪

♪ Here comes the Boogeyman ♪

♪ Don't let him come too close to you ♪

♪ He'll catch you if he can ♪

♪ Just pretend that you're a crocodile ♪

♪ And you will find that
Boogeyman will run away a mile ♪

♪ Children, have you ever
met the Boogeyman before ♪

(Olivia gasping)

♪ No, of course you haven't ♪

♪ You're much too good I'm sure ♪

♪ Don't you be afraid of
him if he should visit you ♪

♪ He's a great big coward so
I'll tell you what to do ♪

(switch clicking)
(needle scratching)

(eerie music)

(drawer opens)

(knife clattering)

(drawer closes)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

What the fuck?

(Olivia gasping)

I'm not, I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.

I don't, I, I'm not, I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy. I've made it this far.

I've made it this far.

(Olivia gasping)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(Olivia panting)

(Olivia breathing heavily)

(Olivia whimpering)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(pills rattling)

(distorted voice)

- Poor girl's grandmother
is the one who found her

almost catatonic.
(patients chattering)

Medical reports suggest
she hadn't eaten in days.

(eerie music)

- Huh. There it is.

How did I not see this coming?

- Okay. You've got my attention.

- The connection.

Both women have a history of
abusive relationships with men.

Assuredly, a history of
undiagnosed PTSD for said trauma.

They're struggling with feeling powerless

and finding their power.

- So you're saying that their ability,

sorry, lack of ability to cope
is what makes them go crazy?

I think we're too far
advanced to start blaming

female hysteria, don't you, Dr. Makenzie?

- That's not what I was implying.

- Well, before you go too
far down that rabbit hole,

I do wanna let you know
that the female cases

are the outliers.

The delusion is more
drastic with the male.

(eerie music continues)

- Now you're just trying to
lead me down the wrong path.

- Mm, no, I'm just trying to give you

all of the data points, even the ones

that don't align with the statistics.

Schizophrenia and criminality
have a strange relationship,

especially with Tommy Butler.

(patients chattering)

Patient 053.

Schizophrenia and criminality
have a strange relationship,

especially for Tommy Butler.

- We're brothers, man.

I love you, man.
(whooshing)

- Tommy, hey.
- What's up?

- I lost you there for a second. You good?

- No.

- Yeah. Me neither.

(eerie music)

Look, we should go get the, ah...

- Yeah.

(keys jangle and scrape)

(trunk opens)

(eerie music continues)

(plastic crinkling)

Whoa.

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(shovel scraping)
(Ethan sighs)

- It's been a long time since
we've been to dad's house.

Could be sweet if you think about it.

- Sweet, yeah.

Dad would've been proud of us.

If he was alive, he
could've helped us dig.

- Like Mom would've let us dump a body

in her communal trash zone.

- No, you're right. This is the thing.

This is what we have to do.

I know we have to.

(eerie music continues)

(keys jangling)

(Ethan sighing)
(ignition beeping)

(car approaching)

(eerie music continues)

(door closes)

(keys jangling)
Mm.

(eerie music continues)

- All right.

- (sighs) Yeah.

- I'm gonna, ah, go take the car

back down the path, walk back up.

- You think they saw our car?
- No, just doesn't hurt.

You know, like, um, it's a little hike.

- Sure.

- You need anything? Drink, smokes?

- No, I still have my pack somewhere.

- Okay, cool.

I'll be right back.

(door closes)

(eerie music continues)

- Ah, fuck.

(Tommy sighing)

Mm.

(pack rustling)

(Tommy exhaling)

(Tommy breathes shakily)

(pack rustling)

(soft dramatic music)

(faucet running)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(door closes)

(Tommy sighing)

(pack rustling)

(lighter clicking)

(Tommy exhaling)

(eerie music)

(train horn blaring)

(Tommy exhaling)

(eerie music continues)

(traffic whirring)

- Hey. Yeah, no, it's good.

Ah, no, I think we're gonna have to wait

around here for a little bit.

Yeah, well, there's nobody from miles

once you get to the house, so.

Okay, yeah. I'll let you know.

(traffic whirring)

Fuck.

(Ethan sighing)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Fuck.

(cap twisting)

(Tommy gulping)

(cap twisting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Tommy exhaling)

(cap twisting)

(Tommy gulping)

(Tommy swallowing)

(switch clicking)

(static white noise)

(dial turning)
(distorted voices)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dial turning)
- I know what you did, Tommy.

(bag crinkling)

- Hey.

Hey, Tom.

- Nothing.

Found dad's old radio.
- Oh, yeah. .

- You fucking loved that thing. That's it.

- Ah, it doesn't work.

- Yeah, I bet there's
batteries around here somewhere

or a cord or something.
- It doesn't work.

- Okay, all right. Wanna beer?

Cool. Hey, man, we're
gonna be safe here, okay?

And let things die down a bit, you know,

ease our way back into society,

cover our tracks, all that shit.

I've been talking to this, ah-
- Give me your phone.

- What?
- Just in case

they can track it, you know, like I don't,

I don't know, just give me your phone.

I'll put it in the cabinet with mine

and we can check it at
the end of the week.

- Okay, if it will make you feel better.

(Tommy sighing)
(drawer opens)

(foil crinkling)

(cabinet opens)

Okay.

You want dinner?

- Sure.

(fork scraping)
(Ethan sighing)

(eerie music)

I'm gonna go into town tomorrow.
Get some more groceries.

- Way cool.

- You gonna do anything fun?

- Oh yeah. Let me plan
my weekend real quick.

I can't leave here, so, no.

- Nobody saw you.

- I know one guy did.

(Tommy chews and swallows)

(Ethan exhaling)

There's nothing here, just dust

and fucking, I don't
know, shower curtains.

Dad's old porn.
- Hey,

some of it's pretty good.

- Only one of 'em.

- Shit.
- What?

- You know it might still be here.

- No.
- I'll be right back.

(footsteps receding)

(eerie music continues)

(utensil scraping)

Jesus Christ.

(plastic crinkling)

Oh, fuck.

(gun scraping)
Ah, fuck, dad.

(Ethan exhales)

(gun clattering)

(utensil scraping)

(tapping)
(can clattering)

(Tommy exhaling)

- Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?

- Oh, ho, ho, ho.

(items clattering)
Ah.

(Ethan chuckling)

- I can't see anything.

Damn, locks, windows.

Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

- Yep. Still here.

(Tommy exhaling)

- What is it?

- Hmm?
(Tommy sighs and chuckles)

(soft dramatic music)

(video game pieces rustling)

(TV clacking)

(Ethan groaning)

(controllers clicking)

- All right, I'll take a,

I'll take a big fat fart on your face.

- (chuckles) Shit. Come out to play.

- Okay, what are talking about?

Oh, God! Ah, your head exploded.

(Ethan laughing)
Give me it, fucking take

your medicine!
- No, I'm not taking it.

- Take your medicine.
- Take your fucking...

- Take your medicine.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Yes!
- I let you win that one.

- You didn't let me win that one.

- Yeah.
- Fucking be better.

- Yeah, well, when you were playing Halo,

I was getting laid.
- Oh.

- No, I won't let you take it.
- Fuck you then.

Fuck you, this mine now.

- Oh, fuck.
- Mm.

Oh, you backwashed in that shit.

- Uh-oh.
- Ooh!

- Oh! (laughs)
- Fuck you!

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

- No, fuck you!
- Fuck you!

- Fuck you, fuck you!
(Ethan laughing)

Ah!

(Ethan moaning)

(eerie music)

(cap twisting)

(Tommy sighing)
(cap twisting)

(static white noise)
- Tommy?

I know what you did, Tommy.

(suspenseful music)

Come closer, Tommy. It's okay.

(static white noise)

(suspenseful music continues)

Go outside.

- What the fuck?

(suspenseful music continues)

(door opens)

(Boogeyman bellowing)

(Ethan exhaling)

(eerie music)

(radio clattering)

(Ethan moaning)

- What are you doing?

- (sighs) Trying to make this thing work.

- Well shit, let me see.

Oh, yeah. No way. (laughs)

- Yeah, it's caked.
- Yeah.

That thing is not turning on anytime soon.

But anybody who faces these things

is probably already
dead, right? (chuckles)

- I heard something out
of it yesterday though.

- I thought you said it didn't work.

- Yeah, I don't know.
- Right.

Well, hey, I'm gonna go to
the store, get some real food.

You want anything specific?

- Chips.
- Yeah, yeah.

(footsteps receding)

- Ethan.
- Yeah, man?

(eerie music)

- We did a bad thing.

- Yeah, man. I know.

- We did a bad thing. We're
gonna get in trouble for it.

- Tommy, we're gonna be okay.

I'm serious. All right?

We just gotta wait this thing
out. Let it run its course.

You're okay.
- No, it doesn't matter.

- What do you mean?
- We did something bad.

We took something and now the
only way you can fix it is,

is by giving something up.

- What are you talking about?
Nobody is coming for us.

- Yeah, they, that's what
I'm trying to tell you.

- I'm not gonna let you turn yourself in,

and I'm not gonna turn myself in

because either way, I'm fucked.

- No, just fucking listen.
- I'm not going to jail

because you fucking killed someone!

I'm going to the store.

And I'm taking these!

Don't do anything fucking
stupid while I'm gone.

- Fuck. (sighing)

(hand pounds)
Fuck!

(Tommy sighing)

(eerie music continues)

(switch clicking)

Bullshit.

It's bullshit.

Piss off

bitches.
(static white noise)

(creepy music)

(distorted voices)

(creepy music continues)

(static white noise)

(creepy vocalizing)

(static white noise)

(static buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

(Boogeyman growling)

- [Man On Radio] Tommy did a bad thing

and now something is
coming for him. (echoes)

There's only one way to
make this right. (echoes)

You know what to do. (echoes)

- Giver must taketh.

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(foil crinkling)

- Yeah, no, that's good.
Yeah, that's good news.

Ah, I think in a couple
of days we should have Tom

go get groceries, and then
maybe in a couple of weeks

we'll get outta here.

Ah, I think he's just starting
to be a little cooped up,

thinking he might, ah, turn
himself in, I don't know.

Look, give it to me straight here.

What, what happens if
everything goes wrong?

(fist pounds)
- Fuck!

(fingers tapping)
Fuck!

(radio clattering)
(Tommy sobbing)

Mm! No.

No! (gasps)

(Tommy panting)

Fuck! (sobbing)

(hand slaps)

- No, I don't think he'd do it again.

(Tommy breathing heavily)

- Okay, yeah.

(objects clattering)

(gun clacking)

(Tommy gasping)

(traffic whirring)

(Ethan exhaling)
(paper crinkling)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Okay.

(door closes)

Hey, Tommy.

(suspenseful music continues)

What are you doing, buddy?

- We did a bad thing.

- Yeah, I know we did a bad thing,

but let's put the gun away, okay?

I got a beer. You want some beers?

(liquor sloshing)

- We killed someone.

(gasps) I killed someone
and it's not okay.

I'm not, I'm not okay. Nothing's okay.

- No, it's gonna be okay.
- Mm-mm.

- Yeah, it's gonna be okay
because I've been talking

to a friend of mine, he's-
- You've been talking?

Who have you been talking to?
- Rich, oh, Jesus, Tommy!

- Who you've been talking to?

Something's been talking to me.

Something has been talking to me

through the fucking radio.

And now it's out there and
it's just standing out there.

It's watching me! It's judging me!

- No.
- It's fucking out there!

And it want, it wants me to...(gasping)

(suspenseful music continues)

It wants me to.

- Tommy.
- No, no, no, no.

I, I have to.
- Tommy, you're okay.

This is some scary shit, right?

We're out in the middle
of the fucking woods,

but we are safe.

Okay? We got food, we got wa...

We have got each other.
There's nothing out there.

Nobody's talking to you
through a fucking broken radio.

There's no Boogeyman. It's me and you.

We're brothers. Okay?

And I've always got your fucking back.

(breathes uneasily) I love you, Tommy.

(Tommy whimpering)

- I love you too.

(Tommy sobbing)

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.

It's okay.

(Tommy sobbing)

Okay.

You're okay, buddy.

(Tommy crying)

Okay, you've been cooped
up here too long. Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- Let's get outta here, okay?

- Okay, yeah.
- All right?

Let's go to one of those shady
dive bars down by the river.

Okay?
- Mm-hmm, okay.

Yeah.
- Okay.

(soft dramatic music)

(gun clacking)

(intense music)

- No, fuck no. Ethan, lock
the fucking doors, Ethan!

(suspenseful music)

- Tommy?

(intense music)

- Fuck.

(footsteps running)

(Ethan screaming)

Fuck, no! Get back!

(Ethan screaming)
(rumbling)

Fuck!

(intense music)

(body cracking)

Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Ethan. Ethan.

(Tommy whimpering)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(Tommy sobbing)

(indistinct chattering)

- [Gabey] Tommy turned himself in.

He just appeared in front of
the gas station with Ethan.

I have to assume that he
dragged his brother's body

all the way there.
(patients chattering)

He told the police all about the murder,

but refused to claim his
brother's death as his own.

- Was it your staff who
performed his psych eval?

- Hmm. I don't think I like
what you're insinuating.

- (sighs) Look, I'm not
trying to overstep here.

I, ah, you are hiring me
as a resident psychiatrist.

Are you not?
Dr. Makenzie,

I am all for discussion.

Really, it's the only way that a group

of people can actually progress.

I just hope that you give me
and my staff enough respect

to come out and say what you're thinking

instead of hiding behind a question.

- Well, it just seems obvious to me.

People claim insanity to avoid jail time.

It would be in Tommy's best interest

to be deemed clinically insane,

especially if he's facing
execution for his crimes.

- And those who think it's
in their best interest

in order to stay in an insane asylum

are insultingly easy to catch.

- No, I suppose I'll have to meet him

and make my own observations.

- That's fair enough. I understand that.

I just hope you came
to a better conclusion

than just that from reading his file.

- Well, they all seem socially inept.

Tendencies of isolation
and lack of true connection

can lead a mind many places.

- Tommy seemed pretty
reliant on his brother.

- Yes, but not before.

What I mean to say is they
weren't in as much direct contact

until after the bank robbery
and Tommy committed the murder.

This leads me to believe
it's a slow build.

- Hmm. It's interesting
to think of history.

You know, a two-year-old can
hear their mom slam a door

and it flips a switch in their mind.

- Well you are a doctor.

I'm sure you've heard of Freud. (chuckles)

- I have, thank you.

You know what's interesting about history

or what's more interesting about history,

is when it doesn't align with
the stereotypical outcome.

- Now it's your turn to explain.

- I don't need to explain what I thought,

my thoughts on this.
(Tristian sighing)

What do you think makes someone snap?

(eerie music)

- Um, a break from their normalcy,

ah, severance in the line
that is there one-way roadmap.

Not to sound too philosophical.

I don't know. I guess I
would need more information.

I would need to see
what's being overlooked.

(folder rustling)

- John Conroy.

(patients chattering)

- (laughing) He, he was a sin...

He was a sinner. (laughing)

He was a sinner. I proved it.

I proved it.
(whooshing)

(John laughing)

(dramatic vocalizing)
(intense orchestral music)

(vehicle approaching)

(upbeat electronic music)

(John exhaling)

(door opens and closes)

(eerie music)

(John inhales)

- You John?

- In the flesh. You Joyless
Division 95, I presume

- It's Rose and yeah.

(traffic whirring)

- So you said in the ad that
you've never done this before.

- Oh, I definitely haven't. (chuckles)

- Well, it's no big deal.
I, I can show you the ropes.

A firm believer is all I need.

- Um, well, I don't really like believe

in the supernatural or
anything, so. (chuckles)

- Why did you take the job then?

- Well, I don't know.
I've always wanted to act.

And 140 bucks is 140 bucks.

- What we're doing is not acting.

- Okay, look, I've binged a ton of these

ghost hunting shows, and they're all

the same overdramatized bullshit, okay?

"Ooh, I'm cold. It must be a ghost."

With that logic, I must
have a haunted freezer

in my apartment.
- We're not hunting ghosts.

I mean, did you even
read the help wanted ad?

Um, ah, maybe this
isn't a good fit for me.

- What? No, dude, I already
drove all the way out here.

Look, okay, you need my help.

And plus, maybe you can convince me.

- Ah, (sighs). Fine.

Just hop in the car. We've
got along drive ahead of us.

Fuck.

(eerie music)

- Yay.

(ominous orchestral music)

(ominous music continues)

(engine revving)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

Oh, hey, is this a camera bag?
- Don't touch that.

- Oh, wait, is this thing on?
- (sighs) That's what

the red light means.

- Oh, oh yeah, it is on.

Okay, cool. Um, (clears throat)

Okay, so, John, where are we headed?

- We're headed to an abandoned house

in the outskirts of Silverdale.

- (chuckles) Wait,
Silverdale? That shithole?

Oh my God, I thought that
ghosts would have finer taste.

- My wife was from Silverdale.

And for the last time,
we're not hunting ghosts.

- Then what the hell are we doing?

- Looking for proof
- Of what?

- A vile, unholy creature

that stalks the night, punishing sinners.

It's known by many names.

The Boggart in England,
the Boobrie in Scotland,

ah, the Babau in Italy and the
De Schwarzer Mann in Germany.

Ah, however, it's most commonly
known to what you hear now

in the states as the Boogeyman.

- (laughs) Sorry. The Boogeyman?

What are you fucking eight years old?

- This isn't, this
isn't the symbol of fear

that your parents used to
scare you into behaving.

It's, malevolence is,
it's beyond comprehension.

I've, I've seen it. I've, I've felt it.

It comes for sinners in
the middle of the night.

Young or old. It comes for them.

(eerie music)

- Right. Um, okay.

Well, um, so how are we supposed
to prove that it's real?

- Jesus, it's real.

Ah, we just need to, ah, draw it out

and record what transpires.

That will, ah, that will,
that will prove everything.

You know, they, they need
to know that they will see.

They, they'll all see.

They will all see...

(exhales) The sinners just will see...

- It-
- (sighs) Right, um.

- Can you just put that thing
down before you break it?

(car approaching)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(keys jangling)

(insects chittering)

(doors close)

(suspenseful music continues)

(keys jangling)

(intense music)

Come on, kid. Half the
job is carrying the gear.

(eerie music)

- Um, how long is this gonna take?

- Well, paranormal activity
tends to die off come daylight.

- (sighs) Jesus.

And you said this place is unoccupied?

- (sighs) Well, no one has been here since

me and my wife were, um,

mm, ah, we was moving in,
ready to fix it up to sell.

But we never finished.

- Why not?

- Now, come on, we better carry
on before it gets any later.

This is primetime for paranormal activity.

- Whatever you say, captain.

(eerie music)

(bag rustling)

(eerie music continues)

(insects chittering)

(suspenseful music)

Come on, dude. It's paranormal
primetime or whatever.

(suspenseful music continues)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music continues)

(switch clicking)

Some say hi.

(light buzzing)

(bags thudding)

(door closes)

(matches rattling)

(match striking)

(Rose sighing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(John breathing shakily)

- Dude, what the fuck's got you so jumpy?

- Um, the power here's just a bit dodgy

and I, I don't quite like the dark.

- A paranormal investigator
that's afraid of the dark.

God, this is such a joke.

- Everyone is afraid of the dark.

- Okay, well, I still don't believe

in this Boogeyman crap, so.

- Just wait. You'll see.

(intense music)

(lights buzzing)

(John sighs and blows)

All right.
(Rose sighing)

(suspenseful music)

(bags rustling)

Okay. I'm ready, hit the record button.

- Ah, and then what?
- Just, just hit

the record button.
(button beeps)

(eerie music)

Good evening. Welcome to
another special edition

of "Spectral Investigations."

My name is John Conroy.

Years ago, me and my wife
were subject to a series

of terrifying encounters in this house,

which led to her tragic death.

Initially, I was blamed

until the police ruled
it a tragic accident.

But I know better, and
I know what took her.

And I believe it has a
presence here in this house.

In my sorrow, I traveled home to study

with the world's leading
paranormal investigators

to understand what I had seen.

And now I have returned,

determined to uncover the
truth once and for all.

Armed with my custom spectral equipment

and the help of my trustee assistant Rose,

we aim to uncover the truth
of what you here in the states

know as the Boogeyman.

Cut it.

(button beeping)

- Dude, what the fuck?

Did you just say that your wife died here

and you were suspected of murdering her?

- Look, I know, I know how it sounds.

No, I, I would never do anything to her.

Ah, I didn't, I didn't even
care that she was cheating.

I, I, I, I, I loved her. No?

- Nope. Fuck this, I'm out.

Nope, I'm out.

- 300.
- What?

- Ah, I'll pay you 300 to stay.

Rose, I'm, I'm, I'm begging you.

Please, just, just stay with me. Please.

- Make it 350.

- That's a done deal. All right?

We, you, you won't regret this, Rose.

This, this, this is
gonna prove everything.

And then, um, yeah, they need to see,

we're gonna show them together, all right?

Um, let's get some, um,
let's get some B-roll.

interior shots, yeah?

Yeah, let's do that.

All right. Let's get some interior shots.

Let's do that. Yeah.

(button beeping)
- Ah, why is there no picture?

- Is it turned on?
- (sighs) Duh.

- [John] Did you take the lens cap off?

- [Rose] The, the what?

(intense music)
(Rose gasps)

- Hey, hey. Be careful with that.

- Wait, did you see that?
- See, see what?

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps stomping)

All right, look, no matter what happens,

you just keep recording, all right?

I'm gonna be going in.

- Oh wait, the screen just went black.

- Did you take the lens cap off?

- Oh, yes, but it looks
like the power is off

even though the switch is set to on.

- Oh, we must have gone
through a whole battery.

Ah, did you grab that square black bag?

- The what?
- Oh, must still still, oh,

must still be in the car.

I'll just go and get it.
- Wait, what the?

No, you're not fucking leaving
me up here all by myself.

- Look, it'll be fine, just stay here,

leave the lights on and, ah,

yeah, I'll be back in two seconds.

(Rose sighing)

(suspenseful music)

(camera clicking)

- Well, hello there.

- I'll be right back, Rose.

(door closes)

(lid creaking)
- Oh, my.

Wow. Oh my God.

Too easy. Jeez.

(bag unzips)
Here we go.

(jewelry clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

Oh my God. That's nice, oh.

(jewelry clattering)
Shit.

(Lights buzzing)

Shit.

(sighs) John. Goddammit.

(door creaking)

(footsteps stomping)
(Rose gasping)

(intense music)

(Rose panting)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

(items rustling)

(Boogeyman breathing heavily)

(screaming) Oh my God! John!

No! John, where are you? (panting)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Rose breathing shakily)

John? What the?

(Rose breathing shakily)

(intense music)
(Rose screaming)

(items rustling)

- Got it. Got it.

(door closes)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

(switch clicking)

Goddamn electricity.

(footsteps thudding)

What the fuck?

Rose?

(floor creaking)

Rose?

Rose?

(John sighing)

(floor creaking)

(John breathing shakily)

(John breathing uneasily)

- What the fuck?

(intense music)

Oh, oh fuck!

Oh my God. (gasping)

Oh my God.

(John breathing heavily)

(flashlight clattering)

(panting) Oh my God.

You fuck!
(body thudding)

(John groaning)

Oh, God.

Oh, shit.
(Boogeyman breathing heavily)

Oh, God. (gasping)

(Boogeyman growls and snarls)

(John gasping)
(lights buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

(John breathing shakily)

I, I knew it. (whimpering)

It happened again.

This is gonna prove everything. (laughs)

They're gonna see.

They're all gonna see.
(siren wailing)

(cruiser approaching)
(knocking)

- [Lahey] John Conroy?

This is Detective Lahey
- So, were in the middle

of it, aren't we?
- with the Philadelphia

Police Department.
- She was a sinner.

- We're currently
investigating a missing female.

This address has been
- He came for you.

- [Lahey] reported as
her last known location.

(John laughing)
We need to...

- He came for you.
(Lahey chattering)

So that's what happens
if you're a sinner, Rose.

That's what happens when you're a sinner.

And then in the middle of the night,

he's gonna come for you.

(door clattering)
Get ya.

(pounding on door)
Perhaps right all along,

- Clear!
- wasn't I, Rose?

- [Officer] Clear!
(pounding on door)

- Well, Rose? Do you hear that, Rose?

- [Officer] Oh my God!

- We do not turn the camera off.

Sad, isn't it?

You didn't believe this
silly shit, did you?

- You sick motherfucker! Drop her!

- Don't, don't you see?

It happened again.

The Boogeyman is real.

And it came for her in the night.

In the middle of the
night, it came for her

'cause she was a sinner! (laughs)

Aren't you, Rose? Aye,
aren't you a sinner?

- His was the hardest
piece together accurately.

It usually resulted in him
going off track on these rants

about his sinning and, well,

I'll just say it was
hard to keep him focused.

Can you imagine how hard it was

to pry the camera away from him?

He can't even hold a steady conversation.

(eerie music)

- Then how do we know if he
even has his story straight?

How do we know if any of them

are leaving out important details?

- Well, for track records, a
little bit harder to fabricate.

We have the references for it.

I mean, as far as events themselves,

if we are talking about
generalized psychosis,

shouldn't really matter.

- My gut tells me something
must have happened

he's leaving out.

Who's to say this delusional obsession

with the sinning and wicked
hasn't always been there?

So many people go undiagnosed for so long.

This could just be his
first recorded disturbance.

- Exactly, someone with his background

probably had a breakdown at
some point, but he didn't.

That's what's so crazy
about all of these cases,

is that there's no common thread.

Then enter,
(folder rustling)

Shawn Kendall.

You'll see that this
affliction goes beyond

a simple diagnosis of schizophrenia.

It exists in a broad spectrum
of generalized psychosis.

(patients chattering)
(Shawn grunts and whimpers)

- What for?
(whooshing)

Where the fuck is it? (exhales)

- Where are you going in such a hurry?

- Have you seen my keys?
- No, I haven't.

You haven't answered my question.

(drawer closes)
- I'm going out, mom.

What do I need a fucking
release form or something?

- Excuse me?
- Mom!

- One month.

- I'm not fucking using.

- Just because I'm old doesn't
mean I don't keep track.

- Okay, well, if your memory
is so fucking pristine,

then maybe you can tell
me where I left my keys.

- And back round we come
to my original question.

- (scoffs) Which was what again?

- Huh. The one you refuse to answer.

You know the rules.

- I'm just going out to help Mary Beth

move a couch or something.

- Where does she live?
- I don't know.

Forest Grove somewhere.

What do you want fucking
longitude and latitude?

Ah, fuck! I'm so fucking
frustrated! (breathes heavily)

(tense music)

Look, mom, I'm trying really hard. Okay?

I completed the program, right? I'm clean.

I've been a good boy.

- That doesn't mean you don't have

to earn back your privileges.
(Shawn sighing)

You did that to yourself.
- Mm, I know, mom!

Okay, but can I please
just go see Ann Beth?

Oh, shit!
(keys jangling)

- Thought it was Mary Beth.
- I know, right?

That's what I meant to
say. But I gotta go, okay?

I'll be back.
- Shawn.

- I know, I know. Curfew is 10.

- Shawn.
- I, I promise, okay?

- You be good.

You know what happens to little boys

who disobey their mothers?

The Boogeyman gets 'em.

(suspenseful music)

- Word.

(switch clicking)
(tape player clacking)

(button clicking)
- Your mom sounds rough, bro.

(upbeat rock music)

- Yeah, no shit.

You know, you'd think that
she would quit her bitching

after I completed the program,

'cause I completed the
entire fucking 90 days.

You know? And she's still
acting like I'm some bad person.

Like I'm gonna go get in trouble.

Like I'm shaking babies and
beating ladies and shit.

No. I just like to smoke
a little bit of dope.

You know, little crack every day.

♪ I'm drinking ♪

- So fuck her and fuck
Sunnybrook Rehabilitation Center.

You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, man.

That fucking place is crazy.

I saw this one dude in
there have a seizure

from drinking mouthwash
he'd managed to sneak in.

- Huh, right?
- Some of those people,

fucking hand sanitizer
and shit. (chuckles)

♪ And I'm drinking ♪

- What about hand sanitizer?

- Fuck, bro, you cannot be letting

some of them drunks around hand sanitizer.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Like a hand sanitizer? Hand sanitizer?

I never heard no one
drinking hand sanitizer.

- (exhales) You get fucked
up on some hand sanitizer.

Just mix it with little juice concentrate.

- Juice concentrate
and the hand sanitizer?

- Yeah. I mean, it's pretty
smart if you think about it.

Like 'cause no one's usually looking out

for hand sanitizer,

so it flies under the
radar and it's cheap.

Hell, a 40 proof bottle
of vodka is like 10 bucks

and a hundred proof bottle
of hand sanitizer is two.

- Word. Hand sanitizer.

- It's simple economics,
really. (chuckles)

(Shawn inhaling)

(door closes)

(insects chittering)
(bag crinkling)

(Shawn sighing)

(suspenseful music)
- Geez.

- Dammit, Shawn, what are you doing?

- What? You said at 10 o'clock.

It's, it's not, it's
not, it's not even 9:45.

- It's late, Shawn. Some
people sleep at a decent hour.

Why are you sweating?
- What?

- You look like you ran a marathon.

If you're using again, I swear to God.

- No, no, mom, I'm sorry, I'm just...

- What's in the bag?

- It's just, it's stuff from the store.

It's like juice and smokes
(bag crinkling)

and like some hand sanitizer and shit.

- Hand sanitizer?
- Yeah.

You're always bitching at
me to clean up this place.

So that's what I'm doing.

Can I just take a shower, please?

(bag crinkling)
- Just keep it down.

And I don't want you to make it a habit

of staying out at all hours of the night.

- It's not even 10 o'clock, mom.

- And turn out the
lights when you're done.

(tense music)

(bag crinkling)

(Shawn sighs)
(light clicks)

(faucet running)
(Shawn exhaling)

(bottle shaking)

(door closes)

- Huh. (exhales)

(gasps) Ooh-wa.

(sniffs) Shit.

(upbeat rock music)

♪ I'm not thinking ♪

(Shawn gasping)

(eerie music)
(distorted voices)

(eerie music continues)

- I did the whole 90-day program

and I, so I didn't fuck up once.

So, you know, this is my one fuck up.

Okay? Sorry.

You know, I, I've been really,

I was home at 9:45 again.

You know, you don't have to
send the Boogeyman out after me.

(door opens)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Ooh!

Ooh, shit.

(breathes shakily) Oh, shit.
(distorted voice)

Oh, shit. Ah.

- What on earth do you think you're doing?

- Hey, mom. Um, can I go
outside and have a cigarette?

- What time is it?
- I don't know.

I just really need a smoke.

Thank you.
(door closes)

(lighter clicking)
(Shawn breathing shakily)

(insects chittering)

(Boogeyman whooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(Shawn breathing shakily)

Oh, fuck.
(lighter clicking)

Mm. Mm.

Mm! (breathes heavily)

(Shawn moaning)

(child laughing)
(ball rolling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(ball bouncing)

(intense music)
(Shawn gasping)

Oh, shit! Oh! (gasping)

(door slams)
Oh! (whimpers)

(intense music continues)

(Shawn whimpering)

- What the hell are you doing?

- (panting) Um, I...

Huh, nothing.

- I said you could have a
cigarette, not cause a ruckus!

- I fell. Sorry.

I'm gonna go to bed. Okay?

- (exhales) And I don't wanna
hear another noise. Dammit.

(footsteps stomping)
(Shawn breathes heavily)

(suspenseful music continues)

(faucet running)
(Shawn moans and slurps)

Oh, shit. (groaning)

Shit, really fucked up.

Jesus. Shit. (breathes shakily)

(Boogeyman whooshing)
(gasps) Ah, fuck!

(suspenseful music)

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

(Boogeyman growling)
(Shawn screaming)

Ah, ah, no!

Shit, oh!

(Boogeyman growling)
(Shawn laughing)

Mm. Can't get out now,
motherfucker, can you?

(intense music)
(pounds on door)

(Shawn breathes shakily)

(suspenseful music)

(Boogeyman breathing heavily)

(intense music)
(Shawn gasping)

(Shawn groaning)

(foot kicking)

(whimpering) No, oh! What?

(intense music continues)

(footsteps running)

(Boogeyman growling)
(door slams)

(intense music continues)

(pan clacking)

(door opens)

(Shawn panting)

Hold on.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, jeez.

(door slams)

Fuck.

(pan clacks)

Fuck.

(items clattering)

Fuck.

(plastic crinkling)

(items clattering)

(intense music)

Okay. (breathes heavily)

Ah, shit!
- Shawn, what is going on

down here?
- Go to bed, mom.

- You better not be-
- Mom, I said go to bed!

(Shawn panting)
(Rosalie sighs)

(suspenseful music)

All right. You wanna play?

(floor creaking)
(Shawn gasping)

(furniture scraping)

Oh!

Fuck is it? Fuck, fuck! (grunting)

(pan clacking)
(coat stand banging)

Ah! (panting)

(Boogeyman whooshing)

Shit.

(Shawn breathing heavily)

(Shawn panting)
(door slams)

No! Mom!

(hand pounding)
Mom, wake up!

Mom, open the door! Mom!

- Shawn, what are you doing?
(door thumping)

- Mom!
- Stop!

- Mom, open the door!

Mom, goddammit!
- Stop it!

- Listen to me! There's
someone in there with you!

Mom!
- Stop!

You're scaring me!
- Mom, goddammit!

Would you just listen to me?

- You get outta here, Shawn, now!

What's wrong with you?
(door clattering)

- Ah, dammit!

- (whimpers) Shawn?

(Boogeyman growling)
(suspenseful music)

(Shawn breathing heavily)
(pump clacks)

(Shawn panting)

- Mom, stand back! (panting)

(gun fires)
Oh!

(intense music continues)
(Rosalie coughing)

(Boogeyman bellowing)

(gun fires)

(gasps) Oh, fuck!

Oh, mom! Shit, mom!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, mom, mom, mom!

Fuck! Fuck!

Goddammit! Fuck!

(Shawn grunting and panting)

Fuck! Fuck! (panting)

(suspenseful music)

(gun pump clacks)

(Shawn panting)

(gun fires)

(Shawn breathing heavily)

(Shawn panting)

(intense music)
(Shawn gasping)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(footsteps running)
(Boogeyman growling)

(Shawn panting)
(heart beating)

(gun fires)
What?

Fuck. (panting)

Okay. (panting)

Oh, fuck!

(intense music)

(trigger clicking)
(Shawn whimpering)

(intense music continues)

It was here! He was here!

He was here! I shot him!

I shot him five, I shot him five times!

I shot him five times! (laughs)

(sirens wailing)

(soft dramatic music)

(pen scratching)

(clock ticking)
(folder rustling)

Oh! (breathes heavily)

Look, I know it sounds crazy. All right?

But you have to believe me.

That's exactly how it happened.

- Right, so all of this,

this all happened before
or after you smoked crack

and drink hand sanitizer?

- Hmm.

After.
(whooshing)

(patients chattering)
(Shawn breathes angrily)

(eerie music)

- After a month of detox,
Shawn Kendall regained

a complete control of his faculties.

Except he still hung on to the delusion

that the Boogeyman was in his closet.

(soft dramatic music)

- Curious.

- I know, indeed.

(folders rustling)
Oh.

- (exhales) Well, Dr. Moon,

you're a resilient woman,
but I respect you for it.

Thank you so much for today.

Ah, this place is, ooh, truly fascinating

and I feel like I can
make a difference here.

- I'd hoped you'd say that.

Well, ah, Dr. Patterson
will be here on Wednesday

to oversee all of your
introductions with the patients.

Um, welcome aboard, Dr. Makenzie.

- Thank you, Dr. Moon.
- Oh, please.

It's just Gabby.
- Gabby.

- Mm-hmm. Well look, it's a Sunday.

You should be with your family.

I'm just gonna give you a
gold star just for showing up.

- (chuckles) Well, I do
take my work very seriously.

- I can see that.

I look forward to reading
some of your reports

on our more eccentric patients.

Here, I'll see you out.
- Okay.

Today was extraordinary.

- I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Dr. Patterson will be here on Wednesday.

- Okay?
- You're gonna be just fine.

- Good.
- Oh, actually

forgot my coat.
- Oh.

(suspenseful music)

(dial pad clicking)
Okay.

Whew.

(phone ringing)

(footsteps pattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door opens)

Dr. Moon?

(suspenseful music continues)

Dr. Moon?

- It's only a game, Dr. Makenzie.

(Tristian gasping)

- It was so nice meeting
you, Dr. Moon. Huh.

I really think I can
make a difference here.

I, I can't wait to meet all the patients.

(whimpers) I think I can help.

Honey, I got the job. I got the job.

(whimpers) I got the job.

I got, we start work on
my new job on Sunday.

It's Sunday, it's a Sunday. It's a Sun...

(eerie music)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Someone is dying ♪

♪ Oh go fetch a priest ♪

♪ Dusty martyr ♪

♪ Stigmata lost ♪

♪ Hiccups ♪

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)

(upbeat rock music continues)