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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]