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[man] Janice.

Janice.

♪ Rain, rain, go away

♪ Come again some other day

♪ Rain, rain, go away

♪ Come again some other day♪

-[door opens] -[gasps]

♪ Rain, rain, go away

♪ Come again Some other day♪

No more, Thomas, please.

No more.

Come out and play with me, Janice.

No.

It can't be. You are not real.

Why can't you come out and play?

Come with me.

[gasps] Janice.

-Janice, what is it? -[gagging]

-[coughs] -Janice!

[exhales]

He came to me.

You're next.

[opening theme music playing]

[woman] Come on, Mitch.

[Rachel] Hey, Emily.

-Oh! [sighs] -Oh.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Are you all right?

It happened again. Last night.

Another death?

And, Rachel, I'm sorry, it was Janice.

[exhales heavily]

The patient that you referred to me.

No. I...

What? How?

The coroner's preliminary examination

indicated death from congestive heart failure.

That doesn't make any sense. She's in her 30s.

It's just like the others.

Hey, Emily,

don't do that. It's not your fault.

Really, listen to me, it's not your fault.

I don't know if it's my fault or not.

Terrible things have been happening at West View

since I took over this job

as hospital administrator three months ago.

And I know it sounds crazy, but...

I don't think that these deaths are accidents.

Or suicides.

Then what are they? Murders?

[scoffs]

What do the police say?

Well, because the deaths were deemed

self-inflicted or natural,

they say no cause to investigate.

[scoffs]

How about the other doctors at the hospital,

what do they think?

They chalk all this up

to coincidence or circumstance.

And, Rachel,

there is more to it than that.

I believe you.

Okay, how can I help?

You're going to have yourself admitted

to West View Sanitarium as a patient?

[Nick] Rachel, that's crazy.

Literally and figuratively.

I know. But it's something I have to do.

Are you sure Dr. Randall's concerns are real?

Emily and I have known each other since medical school.

She's not the kind of person who cries wolf.

If she says that these deaths

are something other than what they appear, then...

Listen, I am going to take her seriously.

You said she was using progressive care methods

to reform this hospital.

Could that be putting the patients under unusual stress?

It could.

If her reforms were being implemented.

But so far,

they've met with resistance from the staff, led by a...

Uh, Dr. Jonas Peyton.

Previous candidate for chief of staff.

He's been at West View since the days

when they used electroshock therapy

and frontal lobotomy as weapons of choice.

-Mmm, grim. -Yeah.

Peyton's had it in for Emily

ever since she started to try and clean up this place.

And now, patients are dying.

Now, how exactly

are you going to get yourself admitted?

By faking a mental breakdown.

Emily is on the records as my psychiatrist,

so she'll take over from there.

And I've had enough experience with the real thing

that I figure I can pull it off.

[nurse] Emergency admit.

Dr. Randall called ahead and cleared her.

What's the name?

Rachel.

Rachel Corrigan.

Okay, Rachel, sign here.

Here we go.

Rachel Corrigan, severe dissociative episodes.

Supervising physician, Emily Randall.

Personal effects?

Okay, take her upstairs and get her cleaned up.

Suite 523.

[woman screams in distance]

Laura Mae, this is Rachel Corrigan.

Well, so much for introductions.

Good night, ladies. Sweet dreams.

[distant screaming continues]

[lock clicks]

Are you...

Are you...

Am I?

You are.

-What? -Real.

Aren't you?

Yes, I am.

[sighs in relief]

Are you?

Of course.

[laughs]

But I see things that they say aren't there.

The docs say, um,

they call them hallucinations. But I know better.

I mean, I know what I see.

I mean, I'm not stupid. Do I look stupid?

No.

I mean, I know real real from fake real.

I know the difference.

And don't think that I don't.

[exhales]

-[exclaims] -You see?

I know the difference.

Actually, I know a lot of things.

Forty-two and an eight, OTC, short sale,

projected earnings of $2.25 million.

Two point two five...

Two point two five...

[muttering]

Two point two five...

I heard rumors about your roommate, Janice.

[whimpers]

[muttering]

[Laura Mae sobs]

Where's Dr. Randall?

Dr. Randall's my doctor.

Yes.

But as physician-in-charge of in-patient treatment,

I have sessions with all the new patients.

Okay. So, what do you think?

Have I completely lost it?

I mean, why don't you just bring in

some of that practiced objectivity, Doctor,

and just lay it on the line for me, okay?

-All in good time, Dr. Corrigan. -Rachel.

Rachel. I mean, don't you even know enough

to call a patient by her first name, so she'd be put at ease?

I mean, what did they teach you at...

-At... -Rachel.

The first thing you're going to have to learn is trust.

We're here to help you. All of us.

Don't...

Don't patronize me.

[sniffs]

I am not a child.

Child?

That's an interesting choice of words.

Tell me, Dr. Corrigan,

do you treat all your patients as children?

All right, I forgot. You're here to help me.

And by my confronting you,

I'm exhibiting classic paranoia, right?

[chuckles]

You're way too clever for me, Rachel.

Though I'm not quite sure what's going on here.

You know, it's difficult enough

to diagnose the causes of a breakdown,

but when a psychiatrist, such as yourself, has one...

I mean, you know so much.

You have so many of our techniques

at your disposal.

-[cockroach hisses] -[whimpers]

Rachel?

-[hissing] -[gasps]

Something wrong, Rachel?

That's what we're here to find out, right?

[indistinct chattering]

[woman one] Leave me alone!

[woman two] Oh, sorry.

Hi. I'm Suzy Watkins.

I'm Rachel Corrigan.

Yeah, I heard.

You're the broker's new roommate, right?

-You know her? -Mmm-hmm.

She used to be a stock broker. Very successful.

Big house, two kids, pretty little husband.

Then one day...

-[mimicking explosion] -[gasps]

The big bad wolf came and blew her house in.

Do you know what happened to her other roommate?

-They came to her. -"They"?

-The voices. -Voices?

What do the voices say?

You got to be very careful when you hear the voices.

Very careful. You got to play it smart.

I mean, look what happened to Janice.

Yeah, yeah.

What happened? What did they do?

Um,

she just listened to the voices too long.

They say she started talking to her brother, Thomas.

And all of a sudden,

he took shape and came to her in the flesh.

But you can still take it if you play it smart.

See, Janice wasn't smart.

She just wasn't ready for them when the voices came.

Not like me.

I don't have to listen to the voices.

Oh, God. Oh, honey.

Oh, honey.

-[orderly exclaims] -Oh!

Where the hell did you get that?

-Buzz the doc. Give me a hand here. -No.

No, no! Hey.

-You watch out for the voices, okay? -[alarm buzzing]

Don't let them get you! Don't let them get you!

[continues shouting indistinctly]

I hate bugs.

This was huge and...

Peyton, he just, he didn't even acknowledge them.

[sighs] If it was a hallucination,

it was a very real one.

Something about this hallucination.

Hallucinations play a part in these deaths.

But I still think

that Peyton is behind it all somehow.

Maybe he's experimenting

with hallucinatory drugs on the patients.

[scoffs] But why?

To make me and my reforms look bad.

Carry out some twisted experiment.

Who knows? It could be anything.

Any insight on the patient level?

-You heard about Suzy Watkins? -[scoffs]

I was talking to her right before...

They took her away.

It was a lot of talk about voices.

How they're going to get you. That sort of thing.

But Suzy, like Janice,

never had hallucinations before she got here.

And now I'm losing her.

Emily.

We are going to find out what's going on.

I promise.

Oh. Hey, it's visiting hours. You have one.

-[laughs nervously] -Come on.

[indistinct chattering]

My God, this place is depressing.

I hope it's not rubbing off on you, Rachel.

You're here to observe, remember?

Not to become a victim yourself.

I'm worried about your hallucinations.

I can't explain the bugs, Derek,

but other than that, I feel fine.

[sighs] People's lives are at stake.

I'm not just going to walk away.

So, have you got any more information

-about what happened to Janice? -Yeah, yeah.

They say that she was talking to her little brother

right before she died. Only the thing is,

you see, that Thomas...

He died of leukemia when they were just little kids,

and that's what Janice told me in therapy.

That, that she's been petrified

all her life of wasting away.

You know, that, that's her fear.

Are you suggesting that someone knew about that fear,

and recreated it to kill her?

I don't know. Maybe.

-How? Why? -I don't know, Derek.

[sighs]

Come on, you're supposed to be on my side, remember?

I don't, I...

I don't, things aren't making any sense. It just...

Emily says that she thinks Peyton,

Peyton is behind this.

[hissing]

-Rachel? -[gasps]

What?

Oh, Derek.

Derek, there's something going on.

I know. I can, I can feel it. It's...

The hallucination with Peyton,

it's almost like there's a supernatural element to it.

Well, we'll definitely look into that for you, Rachel.

Don't patronize me!

I am not patronizing you.

I said I will look into that for you.

And that's what I will do.

Promise.

[thunder rumbling]

[man] Suzy.

[exclaims]

Suzy...

Hello, Suz.

[gasps]

No.

Jack. No, it's not possible.

Funny, I thought the same thing when you attacked me.

It's not possible.

No. Jack, please don't.

-You remember that, Suz? -[whimpering]

You remember the scissors?

-I do. -[whimpers]

No. Jack, please don't.

You know what I told you

I'd do if you ever raised your hand to me,

don't you?

Time to finish old business.

[screams]

Suzy, wake up!

Suzy!

[whimpering]

[thunderclap]

The West View Sanitarium is located on a spit of land

that curves into the Pacific just north of Eureka.

There have been no unusual occurrences

in that area in the 20th century.

That's mainly due to the fact

that the last attempt to build anything there

was an ironworks factory in 1888.

[keyboard clacking]

It was abandoned.

The official reason being

unstable fissures in the bedrock.

But the foreman's log shows

a high number of industrial fatalities.

Pretty soon it was impossible to get anyone to work there.

And then there's this.

The road that leads out to the point there,

Hobb's Lane.

"Hobb's"?

As in the old English term for "devil"?

That or some guy named Hobbs.

There is no explanation in the town records.

So eventually, the state bought the land really cheap.

Apparently, no one wanted to live there.

And nothing went up until the sanitarium itself in 1936,

when better building materials and new technology

were able to overcome the unstable bedrock.

Found this in the archive.

The tip of the peninsula

was referred to by Spanish settlers as Punta Diablo,

or Devil's Point.

Well, first Hobb's Lane, now Devil's Point.

We've got a theme going here.

Or the name could be tied into the shape of the topography.

See the devil prongs here?

Yeah. Well, Rachel's in there.

We've got to find out

what we're dealing with as soon as possible.

So, Rachel,

what is it you're most afraid of?

What would frighten you the most?

Perhaps something happening to your daughter?

I don't want to talk to you about my daughter.

Fine. Fine.

Let's keep this focused on you.

What is your deepest fear for yourself?

[sighs]

Fear of failure.

Mmm.

More than that, uh,

fear that after working so hard

to put my life together, that...

Something happens and everything starts

to unravel again.

Backsliding. [chuckles dryly]

That's what my father would call it.

"Backsliding"?

Your father used that term, "backsliding"?

What does that mean exactly?

Literally? Sliding back.

Moving forward and...

Sliding back.

Is there a physical component to that metaphor?

What do you mean?

Well, as in lying on your back and literally sliding.

Where?

Someplace uncomfortable.

As in sexually uncomfortable, Doctor?

Sexually uncomfortable with whom?

Come on, don't play games with me.

Sexually uncomfortable with my father.

I'm not implying anything. Why are you so distressed?

Don't you patronize me!

"Patronize."

That's another one of your favorite words.

Patronize, as in condescending in a paternal way.

As a father would be to a little girl who was...

That's enough. That's enough.

Keep your,

keep your filthy hands off of me.

Who are you talking to, Rachel?

[Rachel] No. No...

[whimpers]

I'm talking to you.

"Keep your hands off me."

I'm not reaching out for you.

Who's reaching out for you, Rachel?

Rachel?

Stop it!

Who's trying to touch you?

No. Stop it.

-[doorknob rattling] -Stop it.

-[beeps] -No. No, no...

Don't do that. Please.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Don't let them come and drag me away.

They're not coming to drag you away.

The session is over.

What do you mean you think that she's faking?

I mean, your friend shows classic symptoms

of paranoid dissociative personality.

The rambling speech,

the practiced fixed expression.

It's too perfect.

I'd say she was here to observe us

rather than the other way around.

Sounds to me like you're the one being paranoid, Doctor.

[sighs] Well, like they say, just because I'm paranoid

doesn't mean someone isn't out to get me.

Look, there is something very strange going on here.

All of the patients have been on edge.

Last night, I barely stopped Suzy Watkins

from tearing open her own throat.

If psychotic episodes disturb you so much, Emily,

perhaps you would consider

doing something less stressful.

These don't seem like psychotic episodes.

They seem more like coercive acts.

You wouldn't know anything more about this, would you?

Why, Doctor,

I would be very careful if I were you.

People who play with matches do get burned.

[footsteps receding]

[gasps]

Rachel?

What are you doing here? What do you want?

It's time for another session.

No.

We just had one.

Yes, I know.

But this time, I thought I'd expand the session

to include the rest of your family.

Come on, darling.

Kat.

Honey, what are you doing here?

Dr. Peyton told me you're sick.

I was worried about you.

No.

I'm not sick.

Come here.

No. Dr. Peyton told me you can start to unravel.

Any time.

He told me you could backslide.

That's not true, Kitty-Kat.

I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

Dr. Peyton said I can live with him.

Until you get better.

If you get better.

No. No.

There is no way.

It's really not a problem, Rachel.

Don't you touch my daughter.

[rattling]

[gasps]

[Rachel straining]

See what I told you?

Your mommy's not well.

Kat, no.

Kat, don't listen to him.

He's twisting everything.

Come along, kitten.

I'll take care of you and your mommy.

We'll stop her from backsliding.

No!

No!

No! No, you leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

Leave her alone! Leave her alone! Leave her...

[sobbing]

-[whimpers] -Rachel. Rachel?

-[gasps in horror] -Rachel.

Are you all right?

Yes. I'm all right.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

[door closes]

[woman in distance] Help me...

Come on. Rachel.

Rachel, what is it?

[nervously] You're right. It's Peyton. He's behind this.

To make matters worse,

Rachel, he is on to you.

-He knows that you're a fake. -No.

-He doesn't. -Yes. Look.

God, this is just getting too dangerous.

I've got to go back to the medical board.

I've got to bring in a private detective

-or the press. -Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

[sighs]

That's not going to solve anything.

That you're...

We have to stop him.

Yes, I know.

But I am worried about you, Rachel.

No, I'm okay, Emily. I'm fine. I can do this.

Just give me a couple days.

I'll find out the truth about this place.

Okay. On the condition,

there are no more private sessions with Peyton.

-No. -[sighs]

Quitting is just gonna

confirm his suspicions about me.

Maybe. But it's too risky.

I am putting you under my direct care.

No more sessions with Peyton.

Rachel, you are getting in way too deep.

-Okay. -Hold on.

Okay.

I'm okay. I am. I'm okay.

[whooshing]

[Peyton] Hi, Emily.

[exclaims] Oh, my God, you scared me.

What are you doing here so late?

I've always been here. In one form or another.

[thunder cracking]

Tell me, do you like this shape, huh?

I do.

I find it appropriate to the age.

What the hell are you talking about?

Now, now, Emily.

Don't be coy. It doesn't suit you.

In my time, there have been others like you,

some far more clever,

that have tried to stop me and failed.

Stop you from doing what?

Feeding.

On human frailty.

[match strikes]

Fear.

-What the hell are you doing? -Oh, my, my, my.

Nasty scars.

But then, a house fire will do that, won't it?

Especially to a six-year-old

who's been playing with matches.

You still have nightmares, don't you?

I particularly know what you're most afraid of.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[shrieking]

[chuckles]

Something terrible has happened at the sanitarium.

-What? -Emily's dead.

My God. How?

They don't know yet.

This Dr. Peyton found her in her office.

Well, there goes Rachel's lifeline. She could be next.

Mmm, my thoughts precisely.

The duty nurse refuses to get her on the phone.

I'm going over there now.

-You want us to come? -No.

I'll get her out of there no matter what it takes.

Rachel suspected supernatural basis for all these deaths.

I'm beginning to agree.

If it's true, I'll need a way to fight it.

Well, I contacted the historical society on West View,

and they have the diary from the minister

of the local parish in the 1840s.

-It should be here within the hour. -Good. I'll call in.

Hey!

Is anybody out there?

Hey!

Hey!

Somebody!

It's no use.

It's no use. There's nothing we can do.

No, there's plenty we can do.

-We have choices. -No, we don't have any.

There is no choice.

Don't say that.

Don't ever say that, Laura.

And don't convince yourself it's true.

[breathing heavily]

No, you cannot see Dr. Corrigan.

She's under my care now completely.

Wasn't Dr. Randall her primary physician?

An irrelevant technicality, Dr. Rayne,

as Emily is no longer alive.

Actually, the urgency of this visit eludes me.

What is it you want?

I've come to take Rachel out of here.

I wouldn't advise it.

Rachel shows classic symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia.

It's a good thing we got her in here when we did.

Well, I'm going to take her all the same.

Actually, no, you're not.

It's fully within my authority to keep her here,

under observation for 72 hours.

I'll see you in three days.

I'll have someone show you out?

I know the way.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

Finally.

I was supposed to see Dr. Randall hours ago.

-Your schedule has changed. -What's that mean?

Come on. Dr. Peyton's orders.

No. No, I'm only supposed to see Emily now.

Well, that's not going to happen. Let's go.

-Don't take her! -[grunts] Let me go!

No! Don't, please! It's going to get me.

It's coming. I can feel it.

What? What's going to get you, Laura?

Let me go! Laura?

I'm going to come back soon.

Laura, honey, hold on!

-[Jack] Laura. -[whimpers]

Laura, Laura... [echoing]

No.

[Jack, laughing] Laura.

Laura...

[door opens]

[Laura] No!

No.

Peyton!

This is not going to break me.

[Kat] Mommy.

Kat?

No. No, it's not possible.

This is not real.

It's not real.

It's me, Mommy.

I'm right here.

Baby.

What am I gonna do if you don't come home?

I'm coming home, sweetie.

Of course, I'm coming home.

What am I going to do if you die?

Everything will unravel. Everything will fall apart.

Nothing is going to fall apart.

Because I'm not going to die.

I'm coming home.

[sobs] I'm coming home right now.

[exclaims]

Kat!

Kat!

Kat, where are you?

[sobbing] Oh, Kat!

[chuckles]

Get that writ for her release from Judge Andrews,

and check the blueprints again.

There's got to be way to get her out of there now.

All right, we've got something here.

It's a storm drain.

Fifty, maybe 60 yards from the outermost wall.

It will take you into the sub-basement.

From there, stay to your right,

go up a set of stairs to a dead end,

and that'll take you into the main hospital.

-Got it. -[Alex] Derek, wait.

That minister's diary said

there were a number of strange deaths in the parish.

He drew a sketch of a demon

and wrote "Hobbs" in the margin.

Anything else in there?

Like something we can use to kill this thing?

Well, there are descriptions of suicides, hysteria,

references to spirits and exorcisms.

But then, there is something he wrote over and over.

"To conquer fear, you must know it, embrace it.

"He who is afraid of the demon in whatever form,

gives it power over him."

So, what we have is an evil spirit

that has manifested throughout the ages,

feeding off the fears

of the people who live in this area?

If so, it doesn't sound like this minister or his flock

figured out a way to beat this thing.

All right. I'm going in.

[phone beeps]

[rustling]

[hissing]

[Kat] Mommy!

[Peyton] Rachel, where are you?

[whimpers]

I'm coming to get you, Rachel.

[screaming]

No!

[screaming]

[rain pattering]

[woman] Rachel.

Rachel.

[echoes] Rachel.

[in distorted voice] Backsliding, are we?

[laughs]

No!

Rachel?

Oh, no.

Hey, you.

[groans]

-Where's Rachel Corrigan? -I don't know, damn it.

Mister, I don't know what you think you're doing--

[groans]

Look what's happening in here.

[gasps] Oh, my God!

Where's Rachel?

[Peyton] Rachel, where are you?

I'm coming to get you, Rachel.

[in distorted voice] Trick or treat.

[whimpers]

[gasps]

You never came back for me, Rachel.

We have to get out of here.

It's too late, Rachel.

And now I'm dead.

Just like you'll soon be.

Because I'm you, Rachel.

I am what you're afraid of becoming.

Losing your grip,

losing your daughter, going back to the pills,

back to the bottle, backsliding.

Your darkest fear come true.

I know your fear.

I had it, too.

But I ended it.

So can you.

Jump.

Jump now.

And all the pain will go away.

Jump, Rachel.

[Derek] Rachel!

-Derek. -No!

Look at me, Rachel.

[whimpers]

Rachel!

Rachel.

Derek.

[growls] Rachel.

Do it now.

Help me!

[Derek] You must do it yourself.

Look at her, Rachel.

No, I can't!

-Look at her! -[laughing maniacally]

Please.

Oh.

Do it. You must embrace your fear.

[whimpering]

[breath trembling]

[shrieking]

[Peyton]This fight's not over, Rachel.

Not by a long shot.

[Rachel]Today, I defeated the demon,

but I didn't kill it.

I know that it will return, another place, another time,

to feed on our doubts and insecurities.

Only by confronting and embracing our fears,

can we face the demon head-on and drive it out.

And only then, we find inner peace.

[closing theme music playing]