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I've done Jayne Mansfield...

Bettie Page...

Before they made it big.

Bettie...

she was somethin' else.

At the time, she was 35-22-35...

Chin down... Further.

What are your measurements?

-I don't know...

- For a throat-friendly smoke that goes down smooth

with no peppery dust, choose Bellevue--

Doctor preferred cigarette.

-How about we take a few with the dress off?

-I beg your pardon? -What?

You want to be a pinup girl, don't you?

-We haven't finished the outfits we agreed on first.

Can we take a few in the slacks and blouse?

-Sure you need those shots?

-I'm sure.

-Suit yourself.

- Some privacy, please?

- Okie dokie.

- I'm dressed now.

Mr. Bernard?

Jack?

Jack.

Jack?

Jack!

-Chin down.

Perfect.

My family has been managing

and keeping up the property for years.

We've preserved its historic character

while bringing the utilities and such up to date.

Plenty of sunlight and space to be creative, yeah?

- Oh my God.

Can you just imagine it?

-I mean...

-I just, I can't believe nobody has snatched this place up.

-Yeah, you're the first to look at it.

-How did I get so lucky?

-So what got you into fashion?

-Oh, God, she and I were always making clothes growing up.

Our grandma taught us to sew.

-So then this is the perfect location for you.

You're right by the Fashion District.

- You know, I'm a writer-director myself.

Maybe we could collab sometime.

- Oh, hey.

And, uh... what about all this furniture?

Everything comes with the unit.

Previous tenants have used it for photo shoots.

I'm sure you'll find a way to put it to use.

Here you go.

Your keys.

I'll be on and off the property,

but ping me anytime for anything.

Enjoy your new workspace.

-Thank you.

I mean, what do you think?

-I think you scored, dude.

It's amazing.

-So I'm thinking tables will go all along here.

Um, the fabric wall on this side,

and then the clothing rack right here.

-Cute.

Oh, and you can put Fancy Nancy and Lady Valet over here.

- I love that idea.

Like a little display area.

-Wait, are you getting, like, a U-Haul, or...?

-Um, yeah, for the big stuff.

-Hey, what are you wearing tonight?

-I was thinking that red cocktail.

-Oh, very cute.

- What about you?

What? What?

Hey, you got the time off work, right?

-I asked. But--

-My God, Liana-- -No, no, no, relax.

I'm not going to miss my best friend's engagement party

to pull looks for an overpaid stylist

who is going to shoot them down anyway.

Mm-hm.

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

-What is this?

Sophia.

Are you serious?

-Serious.

-Shut up. Really?

-Really, February Fashion Week in Milan.

-Oh, my god! -I'm gonna show you around.

We can have sister bonding time.

-Okay, okay. How much were the tickets?

-Let me pay for mine. -Oh, my God, no, no.

Call it this year's birthday gift...

and Christmas.

-Okay.

- Okay. - Okay, whatever.

Chill... Thank you. Oh.

-And hey, maybe seven months is enough time

to get you some time off work. Huh?

-Aw. That's optimistic.

- Oh shit.

Am I gonna need to learn Italian?

- Dio mio.

We'll be in Italy for ten days.

-Babe. You ready?

- That's got to be the ghost of Sinclair- -

That's got to be the ghost of Sinclair Fletcher,

Winifred's son, who died in the basement.

son who died in the--

Oh.

-...got to be the ghost of Sinclair--

- Hi.

-Hi. How are ya? -Hi. Good.

Hey, didn't we talk about this?

- Oh, I know. I'm sorry--

-Yeah. Why can't you do this at your place?

-The roomie's got friends in town again.

I was--I was gonna have all this cleaned up

by the time you got home.

Just 15 more minutes.

-We have to go in like ten.

-Okay, all right, I promise I'm just, like,

one more take and I'm ready to go.

I just gotta take the shirt off.

- Come here. - Oh.

-Do you not check yourself before you go on camera?

- Thank you. - Hurry up.

-Okay, promise.

Three, two, one.

To all my Sherlock homeys out there tonight,

I am your Watson as we investigate

one of Orange County's most haunted buildings.

- Can I get everyone's attention, please?

I just want to thank everyone so much for coming

and even flying all the way here

to celebrate me and my beautiful new home.

Really?

- I'm just kidding. I'm kidding.

Honestly, it really means a lot to me that you are all here

to share our special moment.

- She's so cute.

- And to Mark.

Thank you for having loved and supported me

the last three years,

and he's still willing to deal with me

for the rest of our lives.

Yes!

-I love you, babe.

Cheers.

Cheers!

- My father, he's filming the priest, right?

As the priest is trying to finish up his prayer,

and he's got his hand over the girl's head,

and her body is convulsing under him, right?

I mean, you can tell my dad's terrified.

The camera's all shaky, and then out of nowhere,

bam!

Her eyes just "oh" shoot into the back of her head,

and she just starts vomiting up all this like mucus and snot.

I mean, you name it. It is coming out of her.

And--no, it's true.

-How many times have you heard this story?

-I've lost count.

Cheers!

-So happy for them.

-You can really see the leash and collar on Mark's neck.

-You know he's into that.

-Actually, have you been with a mustache that big?

Ooh, baby. All night...

-Hey, you should get Peter to grow you one.

-The only hair he grows is on his back.

-Well, I do love a luscious mane of back hair.

-Is he calling you again?

-What? Who is?

-This is insane, right? I'm just gonna quit.

-No--hey, hey, hey.

Let's put the phone down and take a breath.

-You're supposed to work tonight?

- Yes, but he's known about this for months.

- Oh. - I'm done.

-Hey, I get it. I get it. Okay?

But you've had a couple of drinks tonight.

Why don't we just put the phone down

and not be too hasty?

Thank you so much for coming.

-Can I have a puff?

-Yeah. You want your own? -No, these things kill people.

-Okay.

- Hi.

- So sorry. I've been all over the place.

I gotta make the rounds, you know?

-Mm-hm.

-I love this.

- It's not too much? - No.

-It's not a red cocktail dress.

- No, it's not.

-I know it's a little early,

but we have to talk bridesmaids' dresses soon.

I've been imagining shades of green, pink, yellow,

blue, purple, pinkish reds.

-That's a lot of colors.

Mm-hm.

-Oh, wait!

Tell her about the new workspace you snagged.

-Oh, my God. It's in downtown, right?

The abandoned building?

-It's not abandoned anymore, though.

It's totally redone. It's a huge, creative space.

-I'm so impressed.

Business, investment...

Two leases?

Next is a mortgage.

-Nadine... that rock!

-I know it's really big.

-Girl! Show that ice off.

- Well done, Mark.

-He's such a good boy.

-Hey, you're next.

Yeah, y'all wife up.

I'll be over here enjoying my smorgasbord.

- Mm. I like him.

-He's been looking at you all night.

- He's single.

- People just cannot get enough of my stories.

Nadine's aunt was really into the exorcism bit.

Can you ask around for her email?

I can send her some links or something.

I'm excited for Sophia.

Which building is it again?

-Somewhere in downtown.

That sister of yours.

Damn, she's crushin' it.

Hey, we should do a double date night

with Mark and Nadine.

That'd be fun. Yeah?

You know, seeing them tonight...

just kind of got me thinking-- I don't know--

what it would be like for maybe... us

to start living together.

I mean, I'm here all the time anyways.

Yeah?

Liana?

You okay?

- I'm just not feeling great right now.

- What's wrong?

-Us.

- You made him cry?

-So are you guys, like, done, or is this just a break?

- I don't know.

-Well, I wouldn't have moved in with Mark

unless I knew he was the one, you know?

- Yeah, but maybe after two years

you don't know for sure.

-How would you know?

You haven't even dated since prom.

- Slinging shots? - Don't worry, Li.

We're gonna find you a man with a real job.

- Oh, there's no such thing anymore.

- Yeah, and at least he's doing something

that he loves.

Maybe this is a really good opportunity for you--

focus on yourself and your own goals.

-Oh, you mean, like, be more like you?

- No, I--I--

-Look, I am perfectly happy with my life choices.

Just back off.

- Oh, right, because you're never not complaining

about your life choices.

-Okay, ding, ding.

Everybody in their corners.

- Bitch, you didn't say there'd be stairs.

-Come up. -There's no elevator?

-Watch your step here. Okay? Come on.

Workout.

- What? - I know.

-This is huge.

- I know.

- Come in. - Oh, sorry.

- Oh, God.

Yeah.

- Are you kidding with those windows?

- Yeah,.

Aah, the natural light.

- Oh, my God. - Yeah.

It's kind of incredible.

Wait, what's back here?

Holy shit.

I thought that was a real person.

- Oh yeah.

-Oh, she's naked. -Oh...

- Sophia, you better give me this.

- Oh yeah, that'd look cute on you.

I know.

-So where'd you get this?

-Oh, God, she was already here.

Yeah. Strong shoulders, tight waist.

It's very 1950s.

-What are you gonna name her?

-Alice Baldwin.

- Oh. - Mm.

Gross.

-You are too much.

So how was last night?

- Ah, I came.

- Yes, I know, I know.

So I've been having this thing right where, like I can--

-Okay, I've got some rebound candidates for you.

A few of the groomsmen are single.

- So... - Nadine.

- Oh. - Let me breathe.

-That's a no. -He's nice.

-Okay.

-Mm-mm. What is all this?

-I don't know.

-Oh, no.

My mama has one of these.

It was our grandma's.

- Mm.

-Hey, when did you get this?

-Oh, I don't know.

Hey, take it.

-No, no.

Clearly, she knew that you were gonna put it

to better use, so...

-Liana?

-What?

-It's not like I've been hiding it from you.

-I didn't say that you were.

-Hazel, we should probably get going to the west side.

- Yeah. Bye.

-Bye. Thank you for helping me today.

- Anytime. - Love you.

- I love the space.

- I'm proud of you.

I'll call you about yoga.

-Yeah, yeah.

Take the doll, Liana.

-I don't want it.

-Why are you acting this way?

Do you see that you are taking this exciting moment in my life

and you're making it all about you?

-What the fuck?

Did you want me to plan my breakup

around your exciting moment? I...

You could at least pretend to be supportive.

-Oh, I am being supportive.

Okay, it's just that any time

that I try to give you advice, you snap at me.

-I did not ask you for advice.

-Why are you trying to pick a fight

with every little thing that I say?

-I'm not trying to fight.

-Yes, you are.

God. You are messy.

Maybe this breakup is gonna be good for you.

It's gonna give you some perspective,

because Peter is not the only one

that needs to get his shit together.

-Okay.

- Oh, come on, all I ever do is try to help.

-You know, you gotta get over yourself.

- Delete every single picture you have

with Peter in it, even if you look cute,

it doesn't matter.

You didn't send him any nudes, did you?

-No.

Hey, my boss is calling. I should really get this.

- Okay. I promise you're better off.

-Thank you. Good night.

- Love you.

- Hello? - Listen, Miss 1099.

I've been calling and emailing you all day.

We lost the Melrose client

because they never got the samples

you were supposed to send out.

What could possibly have been more important?

-I'm sorry, my best friend got engaged.

I told you about this months ago.

- Oh, well, I see a lot of free time

in your schedule now, you little bitch,

because you're fired,

and don't think you can just go find another job.

Oh no, no, no, no, I'm gonna make sure no one in LA

makes the same stupid mistake I did hiring you.

- Ugh, I just so loved us all being together,

and I'm so glad I get to see you tomorrow.

Just don't be late for class,

because they really won't let you in.

- Oh, I'm gonna be there. - Okay.

- Bright and early. - Good.

-Hey, maybe after we can grab breakfast somewhere,

maybe in the Fashion District.

- Yeah, I'd love that.

It's a date.

-All right. I'm looking forward to it.

- Yeah, me too. I love you so much.

-Okay, bye.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

-What the fuck?

- Good morning, darling.

I'm on my way to the airport.

Um... Sophia ghosted me this morning at yoga,

which really kind of bums me out,

so I went by her place and knocked on the door.

It's locked, but she's not answering my phone calls,

so I don't know what I did

or if I said some, I don't know, whatever.

But do you have a spare key? Like, do you want to go by

and check on her and see if she's okay?

Um, anyway, that's kind of it.

Okay. Love you. Bye.

Sophia?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Wake up!

Unit 1. 5150 3rd Street.

Victim is female.

Cars in the perimeter now.

It appears to be a suicide.

...for an entire year

that we would get the same style cake

for our anniversary that we had at our wedding,

and then they're just suddenly out of business.

Anyway, so I tracked down the lady who owned it,

and she said, "You didn't save the top tier and freeze it?

That's the tradition."

And I said, "Lady, I don't care what the tradition is,

I'm not gonna eat a year old piece of cake."

But then I started crying, and then...

that apparently worked,

because she's gonna bake a special one for us.

- Good. Glad it worked out.

- Yeah.

-All right.

Taste test time, babe.

- Okay.

- There you go.

-Mm, yummy, but maybe a bit more salt.

-The queen wants more salt.

You got it.

- I'm so glad you decided to come back.

I want you to make some good memories here.

- Thank you for keeping and storing all of this.

Yeah, of course.

The rest of it's in the back.

-Where did the mannequin come from?

I thought it was hers.

I can get rid of it, if you'd like.

-It... it's fine.

We have a new lock for the gate,

and I will get you a code for that.

-Uh, what about security cameras?

- They've been installed in the front

-and in the parking lot. -Great.

I'll be on and off the property,

but ping me anytime for anything.

-Okay. -All right.

-Thank you. -Yeah, of course.

- Liana. Hi.

It's been a minute or two.

Look. I have been feeling guilty for kind of ghosting you

for the past year,

but then I found out you were actually

out of the country until recently.

So, I mean, anyway,

Hazel told me that you were back,

and you guys are,

I'm sure, getting together for a little reunion.

Lots of stuff to talk about,

but I would love to see you sometime,

if that's-- I'm in Hollywood now.

I got my own place near that bakery that we went to

when I got the food poisoning.

Anyway, give me a call.

This is Peter, by the way.

- Liana...

-What?

Sophia.

- Hello. Liana?

Hello. Yes. Up here.

- Hey stranger,

- Hi, so good to see you.

-I love this.

-Thank you. It was Sophia's.

-Oh.

Wow.

You're setting it up just like she had it?

- Trying to.

-I parked in the lot.

-I hope that's okay. -Mm. Totally cool.

Uh, Hazel's en route.

Can I get you anything to drink?

-No, I'm fine.

I'll just wait till Hazel gets here.

Yeah, she'll be really excited to see you.

-I'm so excited to see both of you.

-I-- -Yeah, it has been a minute.

-How's Mark?

-He's great,

and he's out of town for work right now.

-The wedding pictures looked so beautiful.

-Yeah, yeah.

It was a really magical day.

Hm...

- Hello.

These fucking stairs.

I see Nadine is here because I see her nice ass car.

Don't worry about me, guys.

They're not heavy at all.

- Fine.

-Hey. About damn time.

- I missed you.

-I've missed you too, Li.

-Dine! -Haze!

-Oh, my God. You look positively rich.

-Um, can I-- can I offer you a drink?

-Sure. -Great.

There was a clearance sale.

Hm.

Well, what are you having?

-Rosé. Are you still a rosé gal?

-Yeah, rosé all day.

-Rosé it is, baby.

When I was in Italy, I kept saying rosé

instead of--

-Alice Baldwin.

-What?

-The mannequin.

The name Sophia gave her.

-Yeah, right.

Poured with love, just for my girls.

-So you're living here? -For now.

I--I think I mentioned it in the email,

but I--I got accepted to the Fashion Institute, so...

- Yeah, congratulations. - Yeah.

Sophia would be really proud.

-Thank you. Yeah, yeah.

I thought I would just, like, get it

back up and running like she had it.

You know, before semester starts.

-Well, welcome back.

It's been a while.

-Yeah. Um...

I thought that we could, like, order food, catch up.

No. So then...

then we get to the actual massage part,

which was fine at first,

but then he tells me to flip over.

- Like, on your back? - Yeah.

Like, I'm getting my tits massaged, dude.

Anyway, moral of the story--

-Get an Italian boob massage next time I'm in Milan.

- Yes, yes! - Yeah. Yes!

-I don't know, it kind of sounds like harassment to me,

but like, did you want that to happen?

Like, did you fuck afterwards?

-Where do I begin? I--

-No. What the fuck are we even talking about, Liana?

- Hazel. - No, Nadine.

She is talking about traveling to Europe to grieve

and get her boobs massaged.

So that's what we can talk about?

We can talk about boob massages

and TV shows and new restaurants?

-Hazel.

-We came here to talk about Sophia because we thought,

"Oh, she's finally able to talk about Sophia."

But I guess not.

I guess people just deal with things differently--

-No, no. Hazel, don't be like that.

-I'm gonna take a walk.

-You are upset. Let's just--

let's talk about it.

-I want you to own that you have been ignoring us

after you just vanished to Italy,

and we never fucking hear from you.

-I was fucking grieving.

It had nothing to do with you--

- You know, I understand that you were handling things

in the best way that you know how,

and no, you are not responsible for our feelings, but--

- I'm sorry. - She was our friend too.

-She was my sister.

-I'm sorry. I know I just--

- Oh, God.

-But why here?

It doesn't make any sense to me why you would want

to come back to this place.

-It doesn't have to make sense to you.

I'm the one that needs to be here.

-You need to be here?

-Yes. I want...

I know that you're going to think it's fucking stupid,

but I haven't felt her presence since--

-Okay, but it really hurts

when your maid of honor ghosts you before your wedding.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.

-I know.

That's not what I'm upset about.

I just wanted to hear something, anything at all, Liana,

especially when we were there for you.

-I

I could have handled things differently.

-Um... we all could have handled things differently.

- Are you sure you don't want to stay with me?

-Feel like after today, she needs some company.

She won't say that, but--

-All right, well, just give me a call

if you change your mind.

You know I've got a comfy bed with your name on it.

-I missed you.

-I missed you too.

-I'm so happy we're all back together,

even if briefly...

-Yep... yeah.

-Well, text me when you get home.

-Of course. -Okay.

Okay, love you.

-Bye.

- Hazel. Look what I found.

- Oh, I like that.

I mean, I had no idea you could draw like this.

Like these are, these are really good.

-Those are Sophia's.

- These drawings?

-Yeah, I might have used some of her stuff

for my portfolio.

-To get into the program?

- Mm.

-Naughty girl.

-I was just never as good as her.

-That is not true.

You have great style.

Don't think twice.

-Kinda just wanna finish what she started.

-I mean, if it's what you want,

then you will.

- Hey, hold these.

- Oh.

-We gotta give Alice Baldwin some clothes.

- Ooh, all right.

Rock on.

-Ooh. Ma'am.

Okay.

-Hmm. Looking good, Alice.

-Right?

-Oh. These ruffles.

So Sophia.

-Right?

You heard that, right?

- Mm-hm.

These old buildings. I don't...

What?

Just--that happened last night, too.

-The sound?

- Damn it! - Oh, my...

- Oh, my God, this scared the shit out of me.

-Uh, I don't know. -That's weird.

-I don't know.

- Hazel.

Hazel.

What are you doing?

Hazel.

What are you doing? Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- Doctor Lee, to ICU.

Doctor Lee, to ICU.

-So you can't remember anything she said last night

after I left?

-What do you mean?

-Like, something that explains her frame of mind.

- Doctor Samuel, 340. - No.

- Doctor Samuel, please call 340.

-I've been googling--

-Can we wait just one minute before we start diagnosing her?

-Fine.

We just can't leave her alone.

-We won't.

- I... don't know what to say.

Um... I... don't...

know how to explain it.

I, um...

I think I was having a bad dream.

I could hear your voice,

but it was like I was... stuck between two places,

and then the pain got so bad that--just, like, the blood

and I'm so sorry.

-For what?

-For what you saw. I... It was so terrible.

-It was so terrible-- -Maybe you were sleepwalking.

Parasomnia pseudo-suicide is apparently a real thing.

-I don't think I'm suicidal--

- I know, but I think you are avoiding

some sort of unresolved trauma.

-Unresolved trauma?

- I am sorry, Hazel. - I'm not suicidal.

I am terrified I'm going to end up like her.

-Okay, no, I know. I'm sorry.

I just want to help you.

Maybe let's just get a good night's sleep.

-And figure out where to help-- -I don't think you're crazy...

or suicidal.

Sophia wouldn't have done that to herself either.

-Okay. Liana, just stop.

- What are you saying? - This is too much.

-What's too much, Nadine?

-I knew it was a bad idea for you to stay there.

Okay.

-What are you doing?

Nadine, are you serious?

What the fuck is your problem?!

Oh, my...

Okay. You having fun there?

What the fuck are you doing?

-I say this as a friend who loves you dearly.

You have a drinking problem.

-What are you talking about?

-You go through three bottles a day.

-No, I don't! We are all drinking!

- I get it. You have to grieve,

but this isn't the way to do it--

-Fuck you. Fuck you!

I drink because it helps me sleep.

-Well, I am cutting you off.

-You are unhinged!

I am not an alcoholic!

She is not crazy!

-Okay, okay, okay. Stop.

Who is it?

-It's the building manager.

Hello?

- Liana?

-Hi. Yeah, thank you for calling me back.

- Of course, I listened to your voicemail.

Security wasn't notified of anything last night,

but I can check the cameras

and let you know if I see anything.

-That would be great.

- Okay then, I'll let you know.

-Okay, thank you.

- Liana,

I will help you move Sophia's things into storage,

and you can crash here until you find a new place.

I think that is the best thing to do.

-Thank you for your endless wisdom.

-All right, I'm going to go to bed.

I love you.

-Take--take the guest bed.

I'll--I'll sleep on the couch.

-I'm fine.

-Hazel.

Can I tell you something?

-Yeah.

-I saw her...

-Huh?

-...the other night.

A sewing machine turned on, and...

she was right there,

just... working away.

Hazel...

there's something wrong...

in that building.

- You don't think...

Sophia killed herself?

Li?

-I'm okay.

- Li?

Li?

Oh, Nadine?

No, no. No, don't!

No! Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

What's the tourniquet time?

Eighty-three minutes.

- All right.

Don't forget to sterilize the ring.

She's probably gonna want to keep that.

-They couldn't save my ring finger.

They had to replace it with my index.

-Oh, honey.

-What am I gonna tell Mark?

-You can tell him that you will be able to use your hand again.

-You didn't lose any fingers.

-She's just trying to help.

-Shut up, Hazel.

-I didn't say anything.

-You know who might be able to help?

Hi.

-When did you start smoking again?

-I didn't.

-It's good to see you.

-You too.

I feel really crazy calling you about this.

-Don't.

Did you, uh, get that when you started staying there?

-Yeah, all three of us,

we're not really sure what it's from.

-Liana...

If I had known where your sister's loft was,

I would have done everything I could

to stop you from going back.

I heard a few stories,

but it wasn't until I did my own research that...

All right, the building was first built in 1923.

It was first used as a mannequin factory,

but it wasn't until the 1950s

where things took a more nefarious turn.

Owned by the Bernard family for the last 100 years,

it was used as a photography studio

operated by photographer Jack Bernard.

In 1955, catalog model

Ruth Calvert went missing.

Mister Bernard.

- The body was found in a dumpster...

- Jack?

- ...decapitated.

1964. Mindy Jenkins.

Also went missing.

Her body was found...

...her arms severed.

- 1972, another model.

Carol Richards.

Also found dead.

Her legs severed.

Bernard became a suspect,

but was never charged for the murders.

- Police could never find those missing body parts,

and rumors swirled he'd keep the body parts

to remember the crime,

his victim's beauty, or something else.

We'll probably never know why he did it.

But in 1999,

his crimes finally caught up to him

when his DNA linked him to the three murders.

His family found him in the building.

He put a gun to his head...

...and blew his brains out.

I believe what is happening to you

and what maybe happened with Sophia

might be correlated with Bernard.

-Wait, so you're saying

that a dead serial killer is doing this to us?

-Yes. And I want to try and help.

-Sorry.

Do you have a PhD in ghostology or something now?

-Ignore her. She just lost a finger.

So how can you help us?

-Yeah, I don't know yet exactly, but you've all been marked,

so that connection could possibly follow you.

There's no hiding from it.

So if we're gonna break that link,

I think going back to the building

and investigating it would be the first step.

-I'm not going back there.

-I know how it sounds--

-It sounds like one of your stupid videos

that I want no part in.

- Nadine.

We're obviously not safer anywhere else.

-No way in hell I'm going back.

-It's for your protection.

Okay.

Wait here.

I'm gonna walk the perimeter, and I'm going to clear the area.

-Here.

- So what does the beeping mean?

-He's told me a thousand times, but I can't remember.

- We're good to go.

- Liana.

-You know what I need right now?

-A miracle?

-Sex.

-Mm.

-Ugh.

-Or a boob massage.

-Is Jack Bernard present?

Is Jack Bernard present?

Is Jack Bernard present?

Is Jack Bernard present?

What?

Go in the back room.

Now!

Who's coming up the stairs?

You are not welcome here.

You are not welcome here.

You have to leave!

-What happened?

- Okay. Okay.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

-It's holy water. Just--just--

-Peter!

-I need you to stay here until I tell you.

I can do this. I can do this.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

-Oh, my God.

Okay, okay.

Okay, come out now!

-What is going on?

-Quickly!

- What happened?

Please, just trust me.

Inside the circle.

Okay, do not cross this barrier

until I tell you that it's safe to do so.

- Why?

-Peter, what are we doing?

-We are going to provoke

and trigger the spirits with prayer.

-I'm not doing anything like that.

Okay, I'm out of here.

-No, do not cross that circle!

-Why? -Because it isn't safe!

You all have to trust me.

Ow. Fuck.

- This is not sanitary.

- Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Princeps gloriosissime caelestis militiae,

sancte Michael Archangele,

defende nos in proelio adversus principes et potestates,

adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum,

contra spiritalia nequitiae, in caelestibus....

Veni in auxilium hominum,

quos Deus ad imaginem similitudinis suae fecit,

et a tyrannide diaboli emit pretio magno!

Oh, thank you, Lord Almighty God...

I ask you to loose the anointing upon Liana, Nadine, and Hazel...

Lord, let that anointing penetrate them right now!

Te custodem et patronum sancta veneratur Ecclesia...

tibi tradidit Dominus animas redemptorum

in superna felicitate locandas!

Declare yourself!

Who are you? Who are you?!

Don't hide from me...

Show yourself!

Girls, repeat after me.

I renounce!

-I renounce.

-Opening my mind...

-Opening my mind...

-To the demonic realms!

To the demonic realms...

-We! -We...

-Lift! -Lift...

-The! -The...

-Curse! -Curse.

In the name of Jesus Christ,

get out of them!

In the name of Jesus Christ...

Loosen yourself!

I command you, leave!

- What now?

- Did it work?

-We have to chop it up and burn it.

-What?

-Shit. Okay. Okay.

Uh... here.

Follow me.

Okay, okay, back up. Back up.

What the fuck?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

There's...

There's fucking body parts in this!

-What?!

This is some satanic shit,

and I'm out of here.

-No, no, no, no!

It's not safe to leave yet.

-Get the fuck out of my way!

-No.

Li?

-Liana?

Shit.

Liana! What the fuck!

Liana!

Oh, my God!

Oh, I can't look!

- Liana! It's me!

- Liana, no!

- Liana, stop!

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Nadine, get some fabric!

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

- Come on. Come on. - There you go.

- Ew.

- Come on, honey. Come on.

-Come on.

- Okay.

-Perfect.

- Careful. Watch your step here.

So my family has been managing

and keeping up the property for years.

We've preserved its historic character

while bringing the utilities and such up to date.

Plenty of sunlight and space to be creative.

It's the perfect photo studio.

- That's why my grandfather bought the building

back in the 30s to use for his photo shoots.

You know, I'm a writer-director myself,

maybe we could collab sometime.