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[rock music playing]

[tattoo pen buzzing]

Fucking paperwork. Shit's never done.

Boss status. Boss problems.

Talk like that won't get you a raise.

-Wait. You're paying me? -Smartass.

Where are your new pages?

They're coming, okay? School's just been... extra.

Well, get it done.

You don't wanna end up stuck here forever.

I don't know.

I like it here.

If your mom sees you're here, she'd kick my ass.

[Jenna] Well, I doubt it.

She always had a soft spot for you.

Yeah. Yell if you need me.

[door opens]

-[Savage grunts] -I'm almost done here.

How you holding up?

Hey. You fall asleep on me?

[Zelk] Nah. I'm good.

I'm really good.

[tense music playing]

[gasps]

How's it looking?

Um... sick.

[breathes heavily]

Shit! [whimpering]

No!

[panting]

Help.

Help! Craven!

[Craven] Jenna?

Open the door!

Help! Help!

Craven! [whimpering]

Jenna! What the hell?

I swear... [breathing heavily]

It was real.

[tense music playing]

[theme music playing]

[singer] ♪ Your time has come ♪

♪ Can't tell Hell from the sun ♪

♪ When it's all said and done ♪

♪ Who will you become? ♪

I don't need time off.

Well, maybe take another look

at that mess out there.

Okay. I'll work it off. Pay you back.

No. You think that's what I'm worried about?

You just freaked out Savage.

He's done four years in Chino.

The dude doesn't get freaked out.

You've been a bit of a shitshow lately or haven't you noticed?

You need help, Jenna.

-Therapy or something. -I don't need therapy, okay?

I don't need therapy. I need this, okay?

Inking lets me forget all of the--all of the bad shit.

-Take a few days. -Craven, I--

We're done.

This is usually the part where someone says, "I'm sorry."

I've lost track of all the things I'm sorry for.

[dramatic music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[water rushing]

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

Adi?

[footsteps]

Adi, wait. Adi? Adi.

-[panting] -[thunder rumbling]

Can we just talk, please?

Adi, come on.

I didn't mean what I said last time.

[dramatic music playing]

The last couple of days have been hard.

I have a new patient.

She's in real trouble.

I have to find a way to connect with her.

[phone buzzing]

Rayburn.

[Ellen] Ready for some good news?

Jenna's father has agreed

to let you keep working with her.

John, you there?

Yeah. Sorry.

He wants you to go by his office in the morning.

Try not to piss him off.

No promises.

This girl needs you.

Yeah.

I know.

[Ellen] Just do us both a favor.

Get your shit together, John.

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

Mr. Zelk?

Excuse me.

[gasps]

[distorted voice] There's nowhere to go, Jenna.

[breathing heavily]

[tense music playing]

[bell ringing]

[machine beeping]

She--she moved somehow.

Dislodged the ventilator.

It happens. Fix it.

[panting]

[continue beeping rapidly]

[machine beeping normally]

[Ellen] She's fine, Francis.

Get back to rounds.

[tense music playing]

Two days, people. Chop-chop.

This dog shit won't fly.

[Marcus] Hey.

-It's looking cherry. -Is it, Marcus?

Is that your expert opinion of my stage design?

What are you so pissed about?

You're lack of housekeeping, for starters.

What did I do now?

It's what you're not doing. Hey!

Hang that a foot to the left!

You don't have to worry. I took care of my sister.

Not Holly, idiot. Chris.

He called me last night.

He's freaking out about...

Jenna being pregnant.

Um, what? What? Was he high?

[Devin] I have no idea,

but he's clearly trying to help her.

We can't let that happen.

She was really pissed.

[Holly] I think it's about Jenna.

Ethan, for real.

It would explain why my brother freaked out

when I talked to that coma guy.

-I don't see how this-- -What if Devin and Marcus

sold like some bad shit to Jenna before the crash?

Maybe that's what caused it.

So what's this really about?

What's what about?

Your brother.

Let's face it. He's always been a screw-up.

You never let that bother you before.

So is this a Jenna thing?

Do you ever like...

feel bad?

For what?

Walking away when she was melting down?

She walked away from us, Hols.

Jenna texted me last week.

First time in years.

She said she needed to talk and I never replied.

Now, she's in a coma.

[bell ringing]

Whatever happened, that's not on us.

Jenna is not our problem.

Text you later.

[dramatic music playing]

[distant siren blaring]

-[door opens then closes] -[car alarm beeps]

[Stuart] Make sure he's ready to testify.

That judge can be a prick.

Thanks for doing this.

Could really open a window into her mind.

[Stuart] I hope so.

You know, I could never figure her out.

She's too much like her mother.

So, uh, you gonna come by the hospital?

Nikki's gonna look after things until I can clear my schedule.

You know, in order to reach Jenna,

I need to know things only she knows,

things only she feels, especially when it comes

to those closest to her.

She's a kid whose mother killed herself.

You do the math.

I have.

I've seen people self-destruct in my life.

Manifest itself in different ways.

You know what? I've got a therapist, John.

Get to the point.

Does Jenna think she's important to you?

Does she feel loved?

[phone buzzing]

Keep me updated.

Frost.

No, the deposition is next week.

About time you showed.

If you keep missing Zelk's class,

he's gonna flunk your ass.

I dreamt I was on a bus. Zelk was there.

He tried to touch me.

Okay. Ten out of ten,

you could've saved that for after lunch.

Something's not right here.

It's high school. Nothing's right about it.

No. I mean...

all of this, it feels real.

At the same time, it doesn't.

And he was the only one who believed me.

Who? That Rayburn guy?

You can't trust him.

You need a legit therapist.

My mom has like three. Those are just the ones

-I know about. -[Jenna] Rayburn was different.

Maybe not the best listener but he got me.

Under the surface, you know?

Why would he just disappear?

[bell alarming]

I can skip accounting.

I'm not exactly CPA material anyways.

You kind of are, actually.

Such a bitch.

I'm fine. Go to class.

I'm not screwing up both our lives.

Text me later?

I hate you.

Hate you more.

Maybe you are crazy.

[woman over PA] Attention.

All students must now be in their classrooms.

Any individuals found...

It's cool. Just grabbing a book.

[woman over PA] ...detained without cause.

Violations will not be tolerated.

Your safety is our primary concern.

[tense music playing]

[gasps]

Hi, Jenna.

Hi.

Where the hell have you been?

Well, the whole school is basically

like a prison camp now and nobody even cares.

Mr. Zelk is still being a perv.

Um, I freaked out at work and Craven sent me packing.

Oh, and let's not forget the goddamn pregnancy scare.

I gotta say...

you picked a great time to peace the hell out.

This is a joke, right?

You're like a janitor or something,

'cause you sure as shit are not a counselor.

Tell me about Safehaven.

Where did you get that?

This means something, doesn't it?

Chris seemed to think so.

You talked to Chris?

How?

Why'd you draw it for him?

I don't know. He had these thoughts about hurting himself.

I wanted to keep him safe.

That was for him, not you.

I'm thinking it should go right here.

[heart monitor beeping]

We're in agreement. Good.

This one seems out of place.

It's not like your other stuff.

Do you know this place?

[Jenna] What is this?

Talked to Holly too?

Yeah, I know that place.

Don't remember how.

Same with this.

This shit, all of it, it means something,

but I have no idea what.

You want answers? Talk to Devin and Marcus.

Those assholes know what's really going on.

Hello?

Seriously, do they like actually pay you for this?

Saw your father today.

He's worried about you.

Yeah, right.

Stuart Frost could give two shits about me.

[phone buzzing]

-Thought you fired me. -[Craven] Whatever, drama queen.

New client came in.

Specifically asked for you.

Offered to pay double your rate.

[somber music playing]

I heard there was this amazing artist here,

so...

What did you have in mind?

It's ancient Egyptian.

-Means-- -Breath of life.

Yeah, I know.

Life matters. Don't you think?

Depends on the day.

-That bad, huh? -[scoffs]

School sucks.

Everyone acts like they're awesome

when they really hate themselves.

You wanna trust people but you can't.

It's like everywhere I look, I see darkness.

I've been there.

It's not easy.

You know, sometimes we focus so much on the shit,

we forget the good stuff.

[Jenna] Give me a couple days for this.

Let me know when you have a design.

You know where to find me.

I guess I do.

Better days lie ahead, Jenna Frost.

Stick around. You'll see.

[dramatic music playing]

[Rayburn] Dinner's ready. I made your fave.

[phone buzzing]

[voicemail] You've reached John Rayburn.

-Please leave a message. -[beeps]

Mr. Rayburn.

It's Chris, Jenna's friend from rehab.

There's something I didn't tell you.

It's about Jenna's accident.

Call me when you get this.

[breathing heavily]

[sniffs]

[exhales]

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

[gasping]

[somber music playing]

[car engine revving]

There you are.

Blowing off my texts?

Rayburn finally showed up.

Oh, Mister No-Show.

What did he have to say?

He helped me remember this.

Are you thinking about prostitution?

Jen, there are better options.

Holly, pay attention.

Things are moving fast here.

That's the place she showed us the other day.

-You know where that is, right? -I'm going out there.

-[Ethan] Alone? -Hell no.

I'm bringing at least three of my personalities with me.

Road trip to the dark side.

[Holly] I just wanna say, for the record,

this is not a sensible idea.

Remember when your mom left us home alone

and you put her dildo in the microwave?

That wasn't a sensible idea.

Can concur.

Oh, I need to borrow your car.

You wanna borrow my car

and drive to the middle of nowhere

to some sleazebag motel from one of your nightmares?

Pretty much. Yeah.

[sighs]

Oh, this is so whack.

I'm all the way in.

Who's buying snacks? Okay.

Okay, I'll get the snacks. [giggles]

[sighs] On second thought, my life's a raging shitshow.

I'm driving.

Thought you gave up on me.

Ride or die, bee-atch.

[dramatic music playing]

Okay. Your lines look crazy good.

You know, I've heard that freehand drawing

can actually increase muscle memory.

I'll take any memory at this point.

What's inside the room?

[Jenna] Something they don't want me to remember.

-Who's they? Okay. -Enough with the questions.

-How much further? -[gasps]

Do I look like an Uber driver?

I want gas money.

How about a tip? Hmm?

-Earn it. -Hey.

-Stop. -Work for it, yeah.

-Watch out! -[tires screeching]

-[exhales] -[indistinct radio chatter]

[Jenna] Is that a cattle truck?

[Ethan] Anyone want steak?

Ugh. Barf bag, check.

-Ugh. -This is like watching a live

-PETA commercial. -They're trying to stop me.

Uh, I think it's just an accident.

Are you sure the motel is up ahead?

Yeah. Half a mile maybe.

[Jenna] I'm not here.

[distant siren blaring]

[cop] Road's closed. You have to turn back.

[Holly] Is there another way through?

[cop] You deaf? I said turn around. Now.

[sirens blaring]

[indistinct radio chatter]

As soon as I'm clear, lay on the horn.

Create a distraction.

Um, hello, America's Most Wanted.

I can't afford to bail you out.

Her dad's a criminal attorney.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

Next-freaking-level.

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

[car horn honking]

[Jenna breathes heavily]

[grunts]

[panting]

[cows mooing]

[thuds]

[gasps]

[suspenseful music playing]

[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

You're doing it wrong.

You're trying to find that picture, right?

I am.

Can I see it?

[camera shutter clicks]

I'm gonna need that.

Ah. Ah. I'm gonna need those.

You've never done an image search?

I'm what they call old school.

You're what I call Boomer.

[keyboard clacking]

I'm Gen-X, you bully.

Hey, Chris. It's John Rayburn again.

Please call me back.

Thanks.

[vehicle passing]

[indistinct chatter over laptop]

I'm just gonna take that.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

What were you doing here?

[dramatic music playing]

[phone buzzes]

Hey Chris, uh, thank God.

I'm so glad you called me.

[Rouhana] Who am I speaking with?

John Rayburn. Sorry, who is this?

[Rouhana] This is officer Rouhana

of the Eighth precinct.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but

Chris was found unresponsive

behind his apartment this afternoon.

Looks like a drug overdose.

Hello? Are you still there?

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[whimpers]

[siren blares]

[tires screeching]

Get in.

[tense music playing]

[Devin] Stay the fuck down!

You wanna get your head taken off?

[Jenna] What are you doing here?

I should be asking you the same question.

[tires screeching]

I don't know, but I have memories of this place.

In bits and pieces, but I think I was here before with Chris.

Your friends, think that they're on your side?

-They're not. -As if you are?

I can't help you if you keep lying.

I'm not lying!

Chris was using you, wasn't he?

He was trying to frame us.

-He was working for the cops. -No, he wasn't.

Stop pretending like you can't remember.

I'm not pretending.

Time's running out, Jenna.

They're coming for you.

Let them come.

[engine revving]

[tense music playing]

Hello again.

About time.

Where have you been?

You know, I found that motel.

I think I'm starting to remember.

I wanna try something.

Who's Adi?

I thought we might have someone else join us today.

Hi, Jenna.

Holls, what are you doing here?

She was worried about you.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry for what? It's not your fault.

It's mine.

[heart monitor beeping]

[Holly] I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

You were falling apart,

and I didn't know what to do.

I should've tried harder

even when you pushed me away.

I was a shit friend.

That's on me,

but it doesn't matter now, does it?

Me saying all of this doesn't do you any good. I--

If you come back to us,

I'll do better, okay?

And we can go wherever you want,

and, um, we can eat junk food

until we puke.

And you can stay at my place.

Your dad's being an asshole.

I'll even go with you to the funeral.

For your friend, Chris.

I'm so sorry that happened.

Chris was in a bad place.

He just needed someone to be there.

Am I doing it wrong?

-You're doing fine. -Okay. Okay.

The process is a long game.

Process?

Oh, I get it.

You're doing some, um, retro group therapy thing,

like from the '80s.

Wow. [chuckles]

You're really, uh, going all in.

Okay. I'll play.

What do you wanna talk about?

Do you remember when we were kids?

Sure.

I'm not that messed up.

[Holly] I've been thinking about it a lot lately,

like, when you taught me how to paint with our feet,

and then we'd run down the street

and make footprints.

We were such dorks.

[Holly] When in your ninth birthday,

when your mom invited, like, 15 kids.

I didn't even know those kids.

And we ended up hiding

from all of them in your backyard shed.

You know, Jenna had a code word to get in.

What was it?

[chuckles]

Jonas.

[chuckles]

Like I said, dorks.

Did you see that?

She smiled.

Yes. Very good.

Right.

Okay, then. I'm, uh--

I'm gonna go to class.

I love you, Holls.

Meet me at the church, okay?

[dramatic music playing]

[birds chirping]

Chris is gone.

-This is getting out of hand. -Spare me.

Another dead junkie, another score for the world.

Holly went to see her.

What was I supposed to do?

Lock my sister in the basement?

That Rayburn guy,

he's getting through to Jenna somehow,

like reaching her.

Reaching her? How?

Bitch is in a coma!

I don't know how, but...

he told Holly how to talk to her,

and she, like, reacted or something.

She woke up?

No. Not yet.

[tense music playing]

You need to go down there.

You need to find out what's going on.

[chuckles]

I wasn't asking.

[piano playing]

I hate funerals.

That's okay.

I'm pretty sure only psychos love them.

[Jenna] In rehab, Chris used to ask me stuff.

What if he wasn't here anymore? Who would even care?

Made me think about my mom.

You know, did she think stuff like that too?

Jenna, your mom loved you.

-She wasn't like that. -I don't know.

In some people, there's a darkness, Holly.

They look around and they see the world

for what it is, a hopeless place.

You don't believe that.

Whatever shit Chris got himself into,

he made his choice.

He gave up.

You don't have to.

No. Chris was sober. He was healing.

And Devin couldn't handle it,

not having control over him anymore.

You think she had something to do with it?

I don't know.

But if she did,

I'm going to ruin that bitch.

Shh. Show some respect.

It's bad enough that boy has to go to hell

for what he's done.

What? Taking your own life is a sin.

[tense music playing]

[indistinct electronic chatter]

[gasps]

Jen, what is it?

[indistinct electronic chatter]

[panting]

Okay.

Shit.

[eerie music playing]

[breathes heavily]

[floor creaking]

[footsteps incoming]

[screaming]

No! Let me go!

Stop! [yells]

No! No!

No! No!

[whimpers]

No!

No!

[whimpering]

Get off me!

[panting]

No!

[suspenseful music playing]

No!

No! No! No!

No! No.

[panting]

[Ethan] ...and then the one with the tendrils.

And do not forget about the one with Aleyna

fighting all those demon cop assholes,

that was way sick.

Oh, God.

And then--and, oh, and then the motel

with that angel demon thingy.

And then, oh, that giant church in the cemetery.

Nightmare boner, check.

This fanboy shit is giving me a headache.

Okay. Whatever. Would you just--

you just don't get it.

Okay. Without those drawings,

she can't remember what happened.

That's what they want.

Oh.

Uh, what's that?

The black space?

[Jenna] That's the Void.

The place no one comes back from.

Kinda like your sex life, Holls. [chuckles]

I have other sketches in my room.

Stuff that wasn't in my bag.

Maybe they can help fill in the gaps.

[Ethan] Hey, do you have anything to eat?

Fridge, pantry. Just help yourself.

[suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

[retching]

[gagging]

We've done a series of spontaneous breathing trials.

Her respiratory rate is nominal. She's breathing on her own.

Thank you.

Yes, doctor.

I'll take any advancement.

Yeah. Well, her GCS is still a six.

And every day she stays at that number

reduces her chances of coming back.

[heart monitor beeping]

[panting]

What happened? You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

What?

[man over PA] Michael Crawford, 340.

Michael Crawford, please go on 340.

Excuse me. Hey.

Are you a friend of Jenna's?

Kinda.

We used to go out.

Used to?

Yeah. We broke up like six months ago.

-She totally ghosted me. -Yeah. Sorry to hear that.

Yeah. But I'm glad you came by. John Rayburn.

I'm working with her doctors.

Marcus.

So, how is she?

She's getting stronger every day.

Say, listen, I've been bringing in some of her friends.

You know, to talk to her.

Maybe you'd like to give it a try?

-Uh... -[elevator bell dings]

Yeah. Uh, the kids at school

just wanted to know if she was okay.

So I'll tell them.

Thanks.

She's stable. Go home, John.

I was thinking...

maybe we could grab some dinner.

It's midnight.

Nothing's even open at this hour.

See you tomorrow.

[jazz music playing on stereo]

[Will] Sorry, we're about to close.

Uh, I was--I was looking for Will, actually.

Is he around?

[Will] I'll tell you what I told the cops.

I was riding home from work and I saw her go off the bridge.

Was the car weaving at all?

I mean, maybe she was on the phone?

Drunk?

I didn't even notice her until she hit the rail.

And no one else was around?

I mean, not really.

Not really?

Right before I dove into the water,

I saw another car,

on the other side of the bridge.

Get a look at the driver?

Nope.

It just sat there. Parked.

No one ever parks on that bridge.

It was so dark that night.

There were these branches...

underwater, trapping her inside.

It took forever to get her out.

[Rayburn] Hey. You did good, Will.

You gave her a chance.

[car beeps]

[car engine starts]

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music playing]

[soft rock music playing]

[singer] ♪ I was created ♪

♪ From dust and string ♪

♪ Picked from the ether Formless asleep ♪

♪ Whisper to myself I'm not these things ♪

♪ But the infection Is much too deep ♪

♪ I was constructed Where all could see ♪

♪ Pieces of myself ♪

♪ They placed into me ♪

♪ All of these creatures Are parts of me ♪

♪ Shattered in fractions ♪

♪ Of what I could be ♪

♪ Riddled with hopes But they're only dreams ♪

♪ Pictures inside myself ♪

♪ I will never be ♪

[soft rock music playing]