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[phone ringing]

Dr. Cotter.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die. I'm gonna die. Everybody dies.

I don't wanna... I'm gonna...

I haven't been able to get him to talk...

respond to me, nothing.

[muttering continues]

Just this.

Yeah. I got it.

Thanks, Dan.

She's gonna die. Mom's gonna die.

I'm gonna die. Everyone dies.

Nobody matters. She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. Mom doesn't matter.

I don't matter. Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter. I don't matter. I don't matter.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

He's gonna die. I'm gonna die. Everyone dies.

Nobody matters. She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. Everyone dies.

I'm gonna die. Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter. He doesn't matter.

Mom doesn't matter. Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter. I don't ma...

I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

She's gonna... She's gonna... Everyone... I'm gonna...

I don't matter. I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

[whimpering]

Hi, Carl.

What's going on today?

I'm dying.

No.

I don't think so.

I think you're having another manic episode.

Don't...

Don't you tell me.

You don't know.

I feel it all around me, squeezing.

[whimpering continues]

I'm scared.

Carl, I know that what you're experiencing feels real,

but it can't hurt you.

[whimpering]

I promise.

He's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die. I'm gonna die.

Everyone dies. Nobody matters.

Hey, Wanda. I'm gonna put Carl Renken into observation for a few days.

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

every couple hours.

You got it. Thanks.

Hey, Dr. Desai was looking for you.

Thank you.

[siren wailing]

[patient] No! No! Please!

Please! You don't understand! I can't go in there! No!

[screaming] No! No! Please!

No!

No!

[knocking]

Come in.

Hey, did you send a patient named, uh,

Sarah Marquet over to residency yesterday?

Yes. She has a history with drug abuse and mania,

and she's been in and out of our unit a few times. [sighs]

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.

[sighs]

I'm not questioning your judgment.

I just need you to come to me first

so I can get ahead of it next time. All right?

Yes.

Okay. I'm sorry.

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

[distant hospital intercom chatter]

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

[Rose] Dr. Cotter.

Laura Weaver, 26. She's a grad student.

Police were called on her for public disturbance.

EMS brought her in. Got any psych history?

Nothing on file, but the police sent over a report

for a different incident she was involved in last week.

And what was that one about?

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

She was interviewed as the only witness.

A hammer?

Hi.

Laura?

[gasps]

My name is Dr. Cotter. I'm a therapist.

Do you wanna sit down?

[gasps] Okay.

I know you're nervous.

That's okay.

I just wanna have a chat.

I promise this is a safe place.

Not for me.

Why do you say that?

[breathes shakily]

Come on. Let's sit.

Please.

[recording device beeps]

Okay. I'm gonna 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. But I need you to understand.

I'm a PhD candidate. I'm not some lunatic. Okay?

Let's just take a breath,

and you can just tell me what's going on.

[breathing shakily]

I'm seeing something.

Something no one else can see except for me. [inhales sharply]

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... 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...

Sometimes it looks like my grandfather

who died in front of me when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing. It...

It's... It's like...

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

[softly] 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.

It's the worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it, I just get this

god-awful feeling like something really terrible is gonna happen.

I've never felt scared like I do when I see it.

Laura, have you or anyone else in your family

ever experienced hallucinations?

It's not a 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 and...

it tells me things.

It told me that to... today... Today's the...

Today's the day that I'm... 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 tend to...

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.

[crying] Oh, God.

Hey, it's okay. Laura.

Hey, c-can you look at me, please?

[whispers] It's okay.

Look at me.

I...

[screaming]

Oh, my God. No!

No! It's here!

Please! Laura. It's okay.

It's just us. Get away! Please!

There's nobody else here. No!

[screaming]

No!

[choking, gasping]

Oh, my God.

I... I have a patient emergency in eval 2.

I need staff here now.

Hurry.

[breathing heavily]

Laura?

[gasping]

[no audible dialogue]

[detective] Had Ms. Weaver ever been a patient here before?

[Rose] No. Would you say she was typical of the patients you see here?

This is an emergency psychiatric unit.

Typical is not really a thing 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've been suffering from

acute post-trauma psychosis.

[inhales sharply] She was having paranoid delusions.

What kind of delusions?

She was convinced that some

sort of evil presence was haunting her.

Yikes.

It's just, we're gonna have to contact Ms. 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 that... that might help.

Uh, before she died...

she was... smiling.

Yeah, she sounds fucking crazy to me.

[meows]

[purring]

[sighs]

[sighs, sniffles]

[breathes shakily]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[gulps]

[person] Rose. [gasps]

Whoa.

My bad. Did I scare you?

I didn't hear you come in. Shit.

Hi. Hi. [chuckles]

Hi.

What's up?

Nothing. Sorry.

Something's wrong.

A patient died today.

My patient.

Oh.

Hey, come here.

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 bail on dinner tonight.

[chuckles] We can't.

Holly hired a sitter,

and it's just gonna be a bigger headache if we don't go.

No way. Holly turning into a headache?

[chuckles]

Hey.

[sighs]

[Holly's voice muffled] I'm sorry, you wanna talk about being tired?

Now that Jackson's in the first grade,

I'm literally up at 6:00 a.m. every day

to make him breakfast and pack him lunch.

God knows what kind of nonorganic garbage that cafeteria is even serving.

[clear voice] Then I have to drive him to school,

barely have any time to run my own errands.

Like, I haven't been to Pilates in weeks. Okay, my body is so fucked.

Not true. I have to go back to school, pick him up,

then I have to take him to either soccer practice, swim lessons, karate, theater...

Oh, and he just started taking Spanish.

[chuckles] I mean, my weekdays are literally impossible.

Mmm. You are coming Saturday, right?

What?

Uh, sorry, what's Saturday?

I'm sorry, is that a joke? Wow.

Rose, Jackson's seventh birthday party. Wow.

I've told you, like, five times. [sighs]

I can't. I have work.

What do you mean work? It's Saturday.

I work Saturday.

See, this is exactly why

you have to get out of that gross hospital

and into a private practice... Gross?

It is not gross. Working normal-people hours.

Rose, there have to be plenty of crazies out there

who will actually pay you for your time.

Thank you so much for your input, Greg.

That's very sweet.

I'm just saying, why become a doctor

if you can't get disgustingly rich? [chuckles]

[partner] You're kidding, right?

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

[chuckles] What...

Well, on the subject of wasted earning potentials,

we could always sell the fucking house. Can we not right now?

I don't understand you. It's just sitting there.

We grew up in that house.

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

Can you guys just shut the fuck up?

Wow.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. Sure.

I've been looking forward to this.

[meows]

[typing on keypad]

[alarm beeps]

[Rose sighs]

You okay?

Yeah.

[cat meows]

[purring]

[distant siren wailing]

Morning, Doc.

Morning.

Hey. Yesterday, that patient, Laura Weaver...

The police had sent a report about a different incident that she was involved in.

Can you get that forwarded to me?

You got it, Doc.

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 medicine to have her stomach pumped.

Shit. [detective clears throat]

Uh, Rose.

What... What are you... I was on a... I was on a call nearby,

and I just thought I would...

Um...

You know, we didn't really get to talk yesterday,

other than the whole... Whole thing.

And I just wanted you to know that when the call came in,

I had no idea it was gonna be you.

So, I'm sorry if that was weird.

It's your job. I get it.

How you been?

Joel, why are you here?

You know, like I said, I was on a call nearby, and I just,

you know, thought I would...

come check on you.

After everything that happened yesterday, that's... 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.

Yeah.

See you around.

You do know she's engaged, right?

Yeah.

I'm single.

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

[Rose] Hello. [Holly] Hi.

Um, look, I just wanted to say sorry about last night, okay?

I shouldn't have kept going at you like that.

Uh, no, I...

I should apologize.

I've been just dealing with some stuff.

I wasn't being very good company.

Okay. If you can't make it to your nephew's party tomorrow,

you could at least get him a present.

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

[Rose] Uh-huh.

You sound weird. Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine. [chuckles]

Hey, Carl.

How you feeling today?

Carl.

Carl?

She's gonna die. I'm gonna die.

Everybody dies. Carl, look at me.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

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

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

You're going to die. Help!

Help! This patient is 5150!

He needs to be restrained! Go, go, go!

[screaming] No! No!

No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

[pen clicks]

He was aggressive.

Acting psychotic.

Carl Renken has been in and out of here a dozen times

and has never exhibited behavior even remotely aggressive.

Do you think 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 Renken was a danger to himself,

that that's what your mind was reacting to?

[exhales]

I suppose I could've misinterpreted the situation and overreacted.

Okay.

So, here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna 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?

[siren blaring]

[breathing heavily]

[exhaling]

[no audible dialogue]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone chimes]

[inhales deeply]

[intruder alarm wailing] [shrieks]

Fuck!

[Rose groans]

[alarm continues wailing]

[control panel beeps] [alarm stops]

[breathes heavily]

[wind whistling]

[phone ringing] [gasps]

[breathing shakily] Hello? This is First Line Security.

May I have your name and the passcode?

Uh, Rose Cotter.

Um, "Acapulco."

Ma'am, we've detected a door alarm.

Yeah, uh, the... the back door of my house is open.

Are you alone in the house, ma'am?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What? Are you sure you haven't let something inside, Rose?

Look behind you.

[breathing shakily]

[phone ringing] [gasps]

[ringing continues]

Shit.

Hello?

This is First Line Security.

May I have your name and the passcode?

[police radio chatter]

[door closes]

We did a full sweep inside and out. It's all clear.

Um, what about the back door?

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

I... 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.

[officer] Evening, sir.

Um, evening.

What happened?

Mustache?

Mustache.

So, is there a reason you set the alarm?

Uh...

I literally don't remember doing it.

I must have just, like, set 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...

And then my boss is making me take a...

[exhales]

Sorry. [chuckles]

Everything is okay. Are you sure?

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

Okay.

Can you see if you can find Mustache?

I haven't seen him anywhere at all.

Yeah.

Rose, did you break another glass?

Mustache?

[Rose hissing]

Come on, kitty.

Please. Please.

Mustache.

[gasping]

[Laura on recording] 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...

Sometimes it looks like my grandfather

who died in front of me when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing. It... [audio fast forwards]

It's smiling at me, but not a friendly smile.

It's the worst smile I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it, I just get this god-awful feeling

like something really terrible is gonna happen.

[audio fast forwards]

Oh, my God! No! No!

No! It's here! Please!

Get away! Please! No!

[screaming]

[Rose] I... I have a patient emergency in eval 2.

I need staff here now. Hurry.

Laura?

[whispering]

Laura?

[whispering]

Laura?

[whispers] Rose.

[audio pauses]

[audio rewinds] [volume increases]

[Rose] Laura?

Rose! [screams]

[shouting]

Rose? [screams]

Whoa! Oh, my God! Rose! Rose! Whoa, whoa!

What the fuck? Rose, put the knife down!

[gasping, crying]

Rose!

[Rose] Hi.

Rose?

This is a surprise.

[Rose] It wasn't so much the blood.

It was, um...

her face.

The look that she had.

How did it 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.

[chuckles] Yeah. I just...

I just feel like I've gotten stuck on it.

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?

That...

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 Risperdal.

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.

You know, just fleeting moments

of stress-induced hallucinations.

But when they're happening, they feel so...

corporeal and unsettling.

Rose, from where I'm sitting, you don't seem delusional or disordered to me.

And certainly not psychotic.

It's my impression this 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 they never 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 coping with all this?

No. I'm just taking a short 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 Risperdal? Just... You know.

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

In the meantime, you can always call me.

Sure.

[doorbell rings] No, I asked you for a white wine spritzer. Jesus.

Oh, my God. You made it. Hi. Surprise.

Come on in. Come on in. Oh.

I thought you had to work?

Oh, I decided to take the afternoon... I'll take that.

Hey, Greg. What are you doing?

I told you not to take those out yet. Mmm, mmm.

Geez.

Uh, ladies, I have to go corral my dipshit husband.

Would one of you please show my sister to the adult refreshments?

Sure. We have a stash in the kitchen. Come on.

Wait. You're that therapist, right?

Yes, I... I am.

Oh! Fantastic. Can I ask for advice?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

[singing sustains, distorts, fades]

[no audible dialogue]

So cool.

Gracias, Harper. Gracias, Harper's mom.

[guests chattering, chuckling]

Ooh, that one's from Aunt Rose.

[child] Open it!

[child 2] Rip it open!

What'd you get, sweetheart?

[guests clamoring] [children screaming]

No. No.

Oh, my God. No, no. Mustache.

What the hell is wrong with you?

This can't be happening.

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.

[gasps]

What the fuck are you? Leave me the fuck alone!

You see her. You have to see her.

Please, Holly, tell me that you see somebody.

Please.

[screams]

[guests exclaiming]

[guest] Oh, my God. [guest 2] Oh, God.

[gasping]

[children crying]

[screaming]

[knocks] Hey, Rose.

Fuck.

I heard you were brought into the ER.

I wanted to come check on you. How're you doing?

Fine.

It was just an accident. Thank you.

Yeah. They... They said that you had had a anxiety attack. [sighs]

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?

[no audible dialogue]

[Dr. Desai] Rose, are you listening?

Wait.

I need to tell you something,

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

Okay.

Okay.

Um...

Something is happening to me.

And it's gonna be really hard for you to believe.

Maybe we should just go inside.

No, wait. Just listen to me! Sorry. Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Okay, um...

Something is threatening me.

Some kind of a evil spirit, or energy.

I... 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.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to believe me.

Rose, you're talking about a 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.

No. Trevor.

Whoa, whoa, wait. No, no, no. Don't walk away.

I need you...

You're not listening to what I am 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 sound crazy.

I am not crazy!

[whispers] 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 hitching my entire life to.

Is that so fucking unfair?

I'm going in the house.

No, no, no. Please, Trevor. I'm in danger!

Rose.

Did you kill Mustache? N... No!

No! That was not... That was not me.

Then tell me, what happened to him?

It was the thing.

Trevor, please.

Please. Please.

Please. Please.

[voice] Rose. [gasps]

[voice whispers] Come here.

Rose.

[Rose crying]

[voice] Baby...

Please. Help me.

Mommy made a mistake. [Rose] No, no, no.

[whimpering]

No, no, no.

[voice shouts] Rose! [horn honks]

[driver] Look where you're going!

Are you crazy? Sorry. I'm sorry.

[tires squeal]

[doorbell rings]

[breathing heavily]

Mrs. Muñoz?

[Mrs. Muñoz] At first,

I noticed small changes in him.

Then it all happened so fast.

He was on edge.

Paranoid.

He would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming.

I'd never heard him scream before.

Then he just stopped sleeping altogether.

I would catch him having these conversations with himself.

He was seeing things.

Doing strange things

that he didn't even seem to remember.

Then one morning he was gone.

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

They asked me to identify his body.

[crying] His face.

[sniffles] Twenty-five years of marriage,

and that's what I have left to remember him.

I'm so sorry.

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

Did Gabriel ever describe the things that he was seeing?

I'll show you.

I should take it all down,

but I can't stand being in here.

This is what Gabriel said he saw.

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

That is Gabriel's brother.

He died in an accident 20 years ago.

Gabriel never got over it.

[Rose] 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 assumed you knew this.

What was her name?

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

Um...

Did... Did he ever, um...

say why all of this was happening?

Did he find any explanation in all of this?

What kind of reporter are you?

Mrs. Muñoz, your 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.

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

Get the fuck out of my house!

[engine starts]

Oh, fuck. Shit.

[Joel] Yeah?

Hey.

Come on in.

Finally got rid of that ugly yellow couch.

Uh-huh.

So, uh, what's up?

I assume you're not here to catch up

considering the cold shoulder the other day.

I need a favor. [chuckles]

I need you to not ask any questions about it.

Terrific. Yeah, let's hear that.

Uh, so, nine days ago,

a man named Gabriel Muñoz 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.

Joel, please?

[sighs]

[exhales]

Fine.

Goddamn it.

[groans]

All right, what was his name again?

Gabriel Muñoz.

All right. I see the report on his death.

Yeah. There's another incident report here

from a week earlier, from a precinct upstate.

What was it for? He gave a witness statement.

He was staying at 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?

[gasps]

Fuck. What? What is it?

It's a picture from the scene.

Let me see it. No.

Let me see it. No, no.

Look, you don't wanna see this. This is, like, evidence.

Or, just, you know, have at it.

[gasps]

Holy shit.

[Joel sighs]

Told you it was gross.

Okay, um...

Okay, uh, 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?

Joel, you said you weren't gonna ask me any questions.

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

Joel, I need your help.

Okay?

Please?

[sighs] [typing]

Hmm.

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... Put it on. Just... It's... It's loading.

What the fuck is this?

[groans]

You know, my day was going just fine.

Can you rewind it? Really?

Rewind it, Joel.

Okay, stop.

[Joel] Is he 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.

Can you do me one more favor?

Do you have a printer?

[lock clicks]

Trevor. Trevor, you here?

Hey.

Hi, Rose.

What is this? What is she doing here?

I wanted to see how you were doing.

I was talking to my fiancé.

I called her.

Why?

Because you've been acting completely unhinged.

I... I don't...

And I... I didn't know what else to do.

[Rose] Are you fucking kidding me?

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

and I... I confided that I was scared to death.

That I needed you.

And you didn't listen to a word 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... And you just...

You just think about how it's gonna 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?

[door slams]

[doorbell rings]

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. Holly!

You're gonna come and talk to me like that?

Holly, can I talk to you, just for one sec?

No, I don't think... Can I please talk to you?

I don't think this is a good idea. Honestly.

Yeah, it's fine. It's fine. Holly.

Just go the fuck inside. I don't... All right. Fine.

[whispers] Jesus.

[whispering] Okay, okay, okay.

How are you?

My eyes are open now.

I have been cursed.

Okay, uh...

Or somehow wrapped up in a curse.

I... I got it from my patient.

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

And now I'm being threatened by this... this entity.

By an entity? No, no.

It... It's what killed Mustache.

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 difficult for me to believe it at first either.

But look... look at this. Look.

Oh, my God. Rose. Why the fuck do you have that?

Because this has happened to other people.

And they're all dead. Rose.

And I... Holly, I'm gonna be next!

Rose, curses are not real.

Okay? You are having some sort of a...

A breakdown.

What? No, no. Holly.

You're not hearing me.

You are not hearing me. Rose.

This is exactly what happened to Mom.

You sound just like her.

How the fuck would you know that?

I'm sorry, what?

You were never around when Mom got bad.

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... I could survive.

And I'm... 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...

And I know that that's not fair.

I wish I could do something about it,

but, Rose, I have tried so hard to move on with my life,

to leave all of that shit behind me, okay?

You, it's like you can't accept the fact

that Mom lost her mind and fucking killed herself.

And you let it define your entire life,

and you punish 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.

You know what, I'm... I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this with you.

You've completely traumatized Jackson, okay?

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

[door slams]

Fuck.

Fuck.

[exhales]

[knocking] [gasps] Holly?

[screaming]

[shouting]

Fuck! Fuck!

[shouting continues]

Fuck!

Motherfucker!

[cell phone ringing]

Joel? Why didn't you tell me

about your patient's connection to the others?

Wha... After you left, I kept digging.

These cases?

This same pattern. It goes back further.

So far, I've found 20 cases involving 19 suicide victims

with a direct line linking them all together.

And the things these people are doing to themselves, Rose.

Holy shit.

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

One of the cases mixes up the pattern.

Some accountant, Robert Talley.

His business partner commits suicide right in front of him,

and four days later, Talley goes

and fucking murders a 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.

Pattern resumes.

So, he's alive? Yeah.

He's sitting in holding in Altoona.

Joel, I gotta talk to him.

I'm gonna need you to say something.

Yeah, I... I will.

Just... Just...

[sighs]

Give me a second. I mean, Jesus...

I thought you were gonna say this was some kind of, like,

crazy suicide cult, or blackmail scheme.

I mean, this? This is... This? This is... Hey, Joel.

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 is 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... at the end, everything about her changed.

It was like the person I had been talking to was gone.

And something else had taken over.

[stammering] So, it's kind of like the guy...

Yes. on the security camera footage?

[Rose] Yes. Yes. Exactly like that.

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

In the cases that you found, um...

how long was it between each victim's death?

None of them survived longer than a week.

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

[exhales]

Today was my fourth day.

Hey.

Whatever happened to those people,

it's not gonna happen to you.

I promise.

[train horn blows]

[guard on PA] Transfer guard to gate three.

Transfer guard to gate three.

[Joel] Thank you.

[guard 2] Give them a buzz through.

They're clear. [door buzzes, opens]

[Joel] I owe you one for this, Doug.

[chuckles] You're just lucky that he fired every lawyer

he was assigned.

You do know what this guy did, right?

Well, Dr. Cotter's building a psychological profile

on a similar case for us.

Oh. Well, Talley's a whole box of fruit loops.

So, good luck.

Look, you only got ten minutes with him, okay?

It's the best I could do without a court order.

Well, I appreciate it.

[door buzzes]

[radio chatter]

[door closes] [lock clicks]

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

and, um, I was hoping you'd be willing to

answer some questions about...

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 has been seeing something. [sighs]

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

who's seen it is dead and you're alive?

Why? Please.

Mr. Talley, you can help her. Okay?

Please.

[train rumbling]

Make the cop leave.

Not gonna happen, pal.

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

Joel, please.

I'll be outside, all right?

[knocks]

[door closes] [lock clicks]

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

There's been other chains in the past.

Found one that was in Brazil a few years ago.

A man there escaped that chain

by killing his neighbor and 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 it to pass to,

'cause this thing needs trauma to spread.

That's what gives it power. Trauma.

Your patient has to make it count.

Tell her to use some kind of weapon.

Make the biggest mess she can...

I can't kill someone! [gasps]

You?

[gasps] 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! I'm sorry.

Get out of here!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

[screams]

Hey.

Hey! Wait.

What happened in there? Nothing.

What'd he say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

He's out of his fucking mind, Joel.

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

[cell phone ringing]

[ringing stops]

[cell phone chimes]

Ah, fuck.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

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 there had been talk of ghosts.

I never used the word "ghosts."

Evil beings, then. Paranormal.

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

That's not happening anymore. Okay?

It was stress and lack of sleep.

I confided in him, and that was obviously a mistake.

But that's it.

Okay? Are we good?

How are you feeling today?

[scoffs]

Let me think, um...

I'm pretty sure my fiancé 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.

[phone ringing]

Should you get that?

What?

[on phone] Rose, it's Madeline.

I've been trying your mobile all morning.

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

Rose? Are you there? No.

[Madeline on phone] Hello?

No. Rose?

No. No.

[demonic voice] Almost time, Rose.

What the fuck are you?

[growling]

Ple... Please.

[shrieks]

No, no.

No. No, no.

[gasping]

[laughs]

No.

[roars]

[patient laughing] [staff chattering]

Hey, Dr. Cotter.

Aren't you supposed to be on leave?

Just grabbing something from my office.

[whispering]

Carl. Hi.

No. No. It's okay.

No, no, no.

It's okay. Oh, God.

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

Shh. Shh. Just calm down. No! No, no!

No! No! Shh! Shut the fuck up.

[screams]

Just calm down, okay? Okay.

[Dr. Desai] Rose. [gasps]

What are you doing here?

[Carl babbling]

I don't know.

Rose, you can't be around patients.

[groans]

[shouts]

[shouting]

[both shouting]

[Dr. Desai shouts]

Fuck! Rose!

[screaming]

[screams]

[breathes heavily]

Fuck!

[gasping]

[knocks on window] [horn honks]

Rose, what are you doing here?

Nothing.

I don't... I don't know.

I don't know why. I, uh...

Why don't we go inside together and we can just talk?

No! It's...

It's not safe.

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

I need... I need to be alone.

I need to be... I need to be alone.

[stammers]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I have to go.

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

You just relax, I'm gonna make a phone call, all right?

[screams]

Rose. Rose, don't go anywhere.

Wait. Rose, please.

Please don't go anywhere, okay? Just hang...

Rose. Rose, wait! Rose!

[gasping]

[ringing]

Joel. [Joel] Rose, I saw a police APB go out for you

that says you're dangerous. What the fuck happened?

I know what I need to do. What?

This thing, it needs all of its victims

to pass it on in order to survive,

but if there's no one else around, it has no way to pass.

As long as I'm alone,

I can deprive it of what it needs.

That doesn't make any sense.

Your plan is just to avoid people forever?

I am not gonna keep running, okay?

I've got to face it.

Okay, Rose, I'm coming to you. Just tell me where...

[line disconnects]

[cell phone ringing]

[keys jangle]

[lock clicks]

[hinge creaking]

[light switch clicking]

[hinge creaking]

[faint groaning]

[groaning continues]

[wailing]

[groaning, wailing stops]

[raspy breathing]

Rose.

Baby...

[crying]

Help me, please.

Mommy made a mistake.

Get the phone.

Call for help.

[labored breathing]

Rose!

[hinge creaking]

[panting]

[door opens] [hinges creaking]

[mother sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

[hinges creaking]

[sniffles]

[crying]

Rose. [gasps]

It's okay, baby.

Come here.

I am so sorry.

I... I haven't been a good mom.

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 didn't you save me? It's not my fault.

You could have called for help. Stop. 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 it's not fair. You... You needed help.

But I couldn't.

And I have carried that guilt

for my entire life.

And I... I have to let it go.

I ha... I have to let it go.

This is not real.

But Rose,

your mind makes it real.

What are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Because your mind...

[voice distorting] is so inviting.

[gasps]

[creaking]

[chuckling]

[gasps]

[chuckling continues]

[chuckling]

[whimpers]

[entity screams]

[distant laughter echoing]

[whimpers]

[Rose screams]

You can't escape your mind, Rose.

[entity chuckles] [Rose coughing]

[growls]

[gasping, choking]

It's...

It's my mind. [entity growls]

[grunts] [screams]

You can't escape it either.

[grunts]

[roaring]

[screaming]

Rose!

Rose!

[growling, screeching]

[growling, screeching continues]

[coughs]

[Joel] Holy shit.

Are you okay?

Can I just come in for a sec? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Where have you been?

I'm sorry.

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

[scoffs]

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... I put walls up, and I kept people at a distance.

[sighs]

And then...

I met you,

and I could feel those walls coming down.

And it 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... I'm being selfish again by even asking,

but do you think that...

That I could stay here and just...

just sleep?

Could you...

stay with me while I sleep?

Please.

Yeah, of course I'll stay with you.

I'll stay with you forever.

No.

[chuckling]

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

[chuckling continues]

[gasps]

No.

[screams]

[sobs]

[door closes] [Joel] Rose.

No, no, no!

[banging]

[Joel] Rose! No.

Rose, open the door!

Open the door. [banging continues]

Rose!

[hissing]

[thudding, creaking]

[chuckling]

No!

No! Fuck. Uh...

Hold on. I'm coming!

No!

[Rose screaming]

[Joel] Rose!

[Rose] No! [chuckling]

[roaring]

[screams]

[gasps]

[entity gasping, distorted]

[growling]

Rose.

[dripping]

Rose?

[can clatters]

Rose?

[growling, distorted laughter]

[flames roaring]

["Lollipop" playing]

[song ends]