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(music playing on radio)

Man on radio: News of the world. News flash.

Liberated Germany.

After the collapse of Hitler's Nazi forces,

an army of over ten million soldiers has been decimated.

Stories of Nazi deserters heading for safer shores are abundant.

They have reportedly been seeking safe havens in South America,

South Africa, and even some right here in the land of the free.

The Department of Justice claims the rumors are exaggerated,

but does suspect that several thousand Nazi soldiers

have been able to assimilate and blend into neighborhoods

and cities across the country.

(music playing)

(birds cawing)

(wind whistling)

(birds chirping)

Did you finish the fence at the west end?

Almost.

Be nice to let the horses graze freely.

It would be nice for all of us to get out for once.

We shall see.

- I was thinking... - Alice...

chew your food before you speak.

I was thinking maybe I could go into town this afternoon?

I'll finish all my work first, of course.

You know how you are after your chores, Alice.

You will need your rest.

Poppa, you're suffocating me.

When you were young, didn't you just wanna

go out and be with your friends?

It was a very difficult time when I was young, Alice.

I lost everything I owned.

We suffered through a period the world will never understand.

You and your generation cannot possibly comprehend.

No.

It is best you be protected from...

the ways of this world.

Keep to your own kind.

Your family.

Poppa, I just want to go to town.

Town is no place for a young girl.

May I be excused?

(knocking on door)

Excuse me.

"My friend, a gift from the Fuhrer.

His wish was that you have this as a token

of his appreciation for all the work you have done

in securing the Third Reich's most prized possessions.

This precious artifact was the Führer's most beloved.

Protect this. Yours, E.S."

(electricity crackles)

Woman: Samuel? I need you for a moment.

Yes. I'm coming.

This is my secret spot.

No one else knows about this spot but me.

Wait, how come I never see you in town, just here?

I don't know.

Lots of work to be done, I guess, but it doesn't really matter.

I mean, everyone knows about every spot in town.

No one knows about this spot but me.

So I feel like it balances out.

Boy: But what makes this spot so special?

I have a theory that there's an Indian chief

buried under this tree somewhere.

And that his tribe used to march around the woods.

He came to me in a dream,

and he told me that he wants me to take care of him.

So I do. It's like as if I'm this tree's keeper.

Alice, go on home.

(speaks German)

Alice!

You're not welcome here, boy.

Run!

You know he's always been very protective.

And that takes time to change.

I'm not asking for much.

All the other kids do it. Why do I have to be different?

She is confined to this house.

She will not be permitted to step off this property.

(scoffs) Samuel, she's already homeschooled.

She needs to be social. You have to trust her.

We have enough social activity in this house

with you being a school mistress.

I will have no more of her rebellion.

You will remain in this house, young lady.

Samuel, it's a shame to cut her off from the outside world.

She's growing up. She needs to learn.

- She needs to be self-reliant. - Degenerate influences, Miriam.

Not my daughter. I will not have this of my child.

Your child is intelligent and kind.

Your child will someday be out in the world.

Don't you see who she is?

Don't you see who she's become?

What is this "become"? She is my daughter.

And that is what she will always be.

No one enters this house.

Samuel!

(exhales sharply)

There are chores to be done, young lady.

(50135)

(horse neighs)

Poppa, what do you want from me?

You have work here, Alice.

Am I to become an old maid, cleaning up after you?

Alice...

what do you know of the world?

You're just a child.

How would I know?

I feel like one of the animals on the shelf in the basement.

Ungrateful...

insolent child.

Do you not see how I provide for you?

I have toiled and struggled

so that you and your mother would want of nothing.

What?

It's never about what I want.

I'm not a child.

I'm growing up whether you like it or not.

Don't argue with me, Alice.

Someday, I'll be a wife...

a mother...

away from this place,

and away from you.

And there's nothing you can do to stop me!

Don't touch me!

(Alice grunts)

- (screaming) Stop! Stop! - (speaks German)

(muffled screaming)

(electricity crackling)

(panting)

- Miriam. - Tom.

You know it's not like her.

She doesn't just run off.

Hang on now, Mariam, let's not let our imagination get away with us.

You said earlier that

she's only been gone for a few hours.

Yes, but Alice never wanders off without telling me first.

Samuel.

- Sheriff. - What do you make of all this?

- Any reason Alice just wander off? - No.

She was upset this morning at breakfast.

She was upset? About what?

- Was there an argument? - No.

No, these are family matters.

We disagree sometimes. Nothing more.

Well, you know kids don't just take off,

unless something's chasing them.

My daughter would never run away from me, Tom.

Please, find her.

(door closes)

There something I should be worrying about here?

You know, I know your people have your ways about you,

and you've been welcomed into this community,

but we have our ways, too.

Now, everybody deserves a fresh start...

within reason.

What is the saying, Sheriff? Glass houses?

Do you think you have the moral authority?

We all have dark chapters in our history.

What makes you think you're better than me?

I'm just trying to find a missing girl here.

Judgment will come from others.

- (speaks German) - Come again?

Have we finished here?

We'll be in touch if anything comes up.

Let's just hope she's okay.

Samuel: Miriam!

(Miriam grunting)

(Samuel groaning)

(groaning continues)

(hose hissing)

- (groaning continues) - (heartbeat increasing)

(heartbeat decreasing)

(heartbeat stops)

(music playing)

- Woman: I'm so excited. - Woman #2: Whoo!

Woman: I can't believe we're here.

Woman #2: Here we go.

(exhales sharply)

lam in the mood

for a vanilla scone and a skinny latte.

I could use a cocktail after that ride.

- I doubt this place even sells mimosas. - (laughing)

- (clears throat) - Can I just ask you, Regan,

are you really gonna leave the city and move here?

I've known Walter and Beth for as long as I can remember.

My dad and Walter were fraternity brothers.

I helped raise that girl. They're like family to me.

I don't know. I kinda have to agree with Layan.

Moving from the city to all this is quite the culture shock.

You know you'll want to visit every weekend.

Right, I prefer farm boys to frat boys.

- (cell phone chiming) - Oh, it's Walter. Give me a moment.

- (cell phone beeps) - Hey, Walter.

I don't know. Maybe we could invite a couple of them over for the weekend.

Ooh.

Walter on phone: You'll love this place, Regan.

Well, you finally did it.

I already have your space picked out. You'll be up and running in no time.

Hey, honey, it's Regan. You're on speaker.

Hi, Beth! I'm looking forward to seeing you and Walter.

Hey, Regan.

We're so pleased that you and the girls are gonna be our first guests.

We couldn't have you stay at a B and B.

And lrene's so excited to see you.

She's put names on all the rooms.

Oh, that is so cute.

We hired a housekeeper to get everything ready for you.

She did get the place in order with new bedsheets.

You did not have to go through all that for us.

I'm sorry we can't be here to greet you.

Regan: Oh, stop it. The museum opening is far more important.

- We'll see you when you get back. - You remember Virgil?

(scoffs) Virgil, what are you doing that?

Oh, you know he always needs an extra hand.

By the way, congratulations on the new job.

Thank you. Will I see you?

It's possible. I gotta go.

Okay, Virgil. We'll talk when I get back.

Irene loves him.

Speaking of Irene, she's with Edna, the new tutor in town.

I'll forward you her number.

She doesn't text, but you can call her when you get in.

She plans on dropping her off.

Oh, got it.

I look forward to seeing you and Beth.

One last thing.

The weather report calls for thunderstorms tonight.

I asked Virgil to close some of the shutters in case of broken branches.

Other than that, Beth's left enough food for you for a week.

- Give the girls my best. - Oh, will do.

- Take care. See you Monday. - (cell phone beeps)

Hmm. Where'd our little farm girl run off to?

I hope this is not an indication of how the weekend is going to go.

(scoffs) Give her a break.

Come on, Layan, chill. Caffeine is definitely not your friend.

Well, since they didn't have vodka, caffeine will just have to do.

(Southern accent) Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Sorry. Walter wanted to go over a few last minute details.

- Everything's good? - Yeah. We're good.

Great, then let's make this a weekend to remember.

- I'm all about that, girl. - It's our little getaway.

- (cell phone chiming) - Oh, it's Jules.

- (cell phone beeps) - Hey, Jules.

- How's Gram? - Jules: She's a tough cookie.

I'm gonna be heading there in about 20 minutes.

Regan: I feel so guilty about leaving.

Jules: No, she's gonna be fine.

If you were here, what could you possibly do anyways?

Besides, she said she didn't want you to give up that weekend.

Okay, well, call me when you get there. I should be home by then.

- Okay. I love you. - I love you, too.

(cell phone beeps)

Farm boys.

- (giggling) - God, I love plaid.

Regan: Guys, look at this place!

- Layan: Beautiful! - Regan: Oh, my gosh, it's big.

Let's go.

- Come on. - I love it.

Oh, look at the mountains.

- Gorgeous. - Beautiful.

Go ahead, ladies, quick.

Let's go.

- Oh, my goodness. - Let's go.

Aw! Look at that.

Wow.

- (wind chime tinkling) - Regan: Can you imagine if we lived here?

- Yes. - We do now!

Look at this place.

Hmm. (exhales sharply)

- Wow. - Ooh.

- This is nice. - This is great.

Hey, B, let's go find some wine.

Vino, yes.

You feel right at home, don't you?

Look at all this.

Oh, my God.

This looks like an 11th century Viking death mask.

- I'm in heaven. - (laughs)

Only you would see a Halloween mask and think it was some kind of treasure.

- Boo! - Careful!

- (Layan laughs) - Regan: Hey, ladies, come on!

- Let's toast to this weekend! - (cheering)

Thank you, guys, for coming and for being like sisters to me.

We love you, and your grandmother.

There's no keeping that broad down.

Yeah, we're really lucky we've had her in our lives.

- You know we feel the same. - I will never, ever be able to repay her

for shielding us from the bitterness between my parents.

God, I mean, going away to college,

that was like the hardest thing ever.

She's always been my safety net.

Well, to the old broad.

May she be up and at 'em in no time.

- Thank you. - (knocking on door)

Oh, my God! I forgot to call lrene's tutor!

That must be them. Please, clean this up.

I don't want them thinking we're boozing this early.

' (mutters) - (laughing)

Enda: Good afternoon.

I believe Walter informed you that I would be delivering Irene.

Um, yes. Hello. You must be Edna.

I'm Regan. God, Irene.

Oh, my gosh! I cannot believe it!

You have grown into a little woman.

Oh, sorry.

This is Betaine and Samantha and Layan.

My friends from college.

Won't you come in?

We're due for a storm this evening.

Yes, Walter informed us of that.

Thank you.

- (door slams) - (gasps)

This house...

(Giggling)

- Bye. - (laughing)

We are so excited for this weekend.

I hope you are, too.

Why you don't you show us our rooms?

That was my plan.

(giggling)

I put names on the doors. That's where you girls sleep.

Come on, Regan, follow me.

- Regan! - I'm coming.

- Oh... is this your room? - Yup, this is my room.

You sleep down the hall. I saved that one for you.

- Oh, this is a lovely room. - Thank you.

- What is this? - It's a monitor in case I need you.

One in the den and one in the kitchen. You can hear me if I call you.

Hello? Irene?

Hello? Irene?

- Irene? - No, silly, you just hear downstairs.

Come on.

Hey, how do you like your room, Layan?

I love it.

Hey, I gotta go call Jules. Gonna check on my gram.

Okay. I gotta get my bag.

- I can help you unpack. - Deal.

- But first, let's see my room. - Okay.

Whose room is that? The one with the dirty door.

No one's. Please, let's look at my room.

- Hey, Jules. How's she doing? - Oh, she just finished eating.

What'd the doctor say?

Jules: They're gonna be doing some more tests later this week,

- but she's holding her own. - Do me a favor.

Put the phone next to her so I can speak to her.

- Yeah. Hold on. - (monitor beeping)

- Gram, it's Regan. - Hmm?

Oh!

- Hi, honey. - Regan: Grandma?

- How are you? - Oh, I'm fine.

A little fall can't take me away from you.

- Regan: I wish I was there. - No, now you stop that.

You go get that job.

I know how much that means to you.

I'll come visit when I get outta here.

Hmm. I can't wait.

Oh, that doctor's here again.

At least he's a cute one.

- Bye, honey. - Bye, Gram.

Keep me informed. I love you.

Yes.

(lock clicks)

(door creaking)

(cranking)

(music playing)

(voice whispering)

What are you doing in here?

You shouldn't be in here.

It was open. I just walked in.

This is... Alice's room.

Who's Alice?

Did your father tell you not to come in here?

No.

Then who?

Alice told me.

Layan, did you leave the water

- running in the shower? - No, wasn't me.

Well, it was still running when I went in there.

Well, it's a good thing you caught it, then.

This is going to be lovely.

My favorite people in the world,

and now I get to add a new name to that list.

- (giggles) - What can I do to help?

The napkins are in the cabinet on the left.

- Oh. - And there are paper plates

in there as well.

Let's see... Oh, Irene, what did your mother do?

She told me not to tell.

Chocolate-covered strawberries...

- And wine. - (scoffs)

- Your mother sure knows us. - She's a keeper.

(laughter)

Okay, let's get this packed.

(horse neighs)

(laughter)

Wait until you see the horses.

My dad says, when I grow up, I can ride them by myself.

Betaine: Oh, my God, did she say horses?

I love horses!

- Regan: This is perfect. - Layan: Yeah, except the storm coming.

Regan: Let's enjoy. It won't be here till tonight.

- Layan: Wine? - Betaine: Yes, please.

- Ready? - Yes. Wine.

Oh, my gosh, it has not been that long.

The way you act around him, it sure looks like it has.

I'm molding him,

- and he's coming along quite nicely. - Mm, don't be too sure.

A tiger doesn't lose its stripes that easily.

- I'm sure you do. - (Regan laughing)

(door creaking)

(chains rattle)

(soft bang)

(water sloshes)

Okay, I figure

two years, we move to Lake George,

we have twins-- runs in his family--

and then I take real estate and take care of the house.

- How does Paul feel about that? - Oh, Paul's fine with it.

What about this all-girls weekend? Is he all about that?

- I know what's best for Paul. - I'm sure you do.

(laughter)

(door creaks)

(screaming)

Help!

- You guys! You guys! - (Samantha screaming)

- Irene: Help! - Stay here, Irene. Stay here!

No! Help! Help!

No! No!

- Samantha! Are you okay? - What happened?

(thunder rumbling)

You still think I'm making this up?

Not all of it, honey, but some of it sounds a little...

(scoffs) You don't think I did this to myself?

We're just glad that you're okay.

I'm gonna go take a warm shower.

- Try to calm my nerves. - That sounds like a good idea.

(sighs)

What?

What do you think about your new place?

It's a great house.

I miss my old school.

You'll make new friends.

I don't want new friends.

When I went away to college,

I was really scared to leave Grandmother and Jules

'cause I thought I might not ever make new friends.

But then I found the girls and...

you know, I didn't feel so alone anymore.

Are you scared of being alone.

It's something that I'm working on.

What do you think happened?

Out in the barn.

Alice.

Alice? Who's Alice?

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, tell me.

How are you, sweetheart?

She's doing just fine.

You know, I was thinking that since our picnic got cut short,

and the weather's turning, that maybe we could find a game to play?

Would that be okay with you?

Okay. You have any games in your room?

Yeah.

Why don't you go grab one?

- (sighs) - How's Samantha?

She's a bit on edge, but when isn't she?

That was crazy. I don't know what to do.

Well, we'll cheer her up. I'm good at that.

What happened with Irene?

I don't know.

She mentioned someone named Alice and then got really quiet.

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(chittering)

(Irene gasps)

(groaning)

(monitors beeping)

It says here she flatlined six minutes ago.

No alarm?

All right, check the EKG and get a reading for the past three hours.

And do not leave her.

(groaning)

Wait, I'm really sure that was November.

No, it couldn't have been November

because Foster Hall was closed in October.

And I remember this because Paul and I went to that costume party.

Hmm, November, October, it's all a blur to me.

- (laughs) - Her tuition went to good use.

Hey, as long as I pass, I get the same diploma you get.

- Will you play with us? - Not right now, sweetie.

I will. What do you wanna play?

- Hide-and-seek. - That sounds like fun.

- Let's do it. - Come on. You'll hide with me.

Regan, you're it.

- (scoffs) Okay. Fine. - (Irene giggles)

- No peeking. - I'll try.

(footsteps running upstairs)

Layan: Come on, this will be fun.

After this we can have a bottle of wine and just relax.

(thunder rumbling)

(Layan giggles)

Whoa, what kind of kinky stuff is Walter into?

(both chuckle)

48... 49...

50! Ready or not, here I come!

(laughs)

Okay, that is just wrong.

(soft bang)

What was that?

Probably just a rat coming to visit its dead relatives.

Gang's all here.

What's that say?

Samantha: "l'm tod sind wir frei."

"In death we are free."

Oh, come on, that is creepy.

(laughs)

What's all this?

I think I just found Walter's diary.

- I am not reading that. - All right.

Hey, give me a hand with this.

Whoa.

(voice whispering)

Was that you?

You're hearing things.

Regan.

(thunder rumbling)

(exhales sharply)

(girl sobbing)

(gasps)

(muffled conversation)

Hey, I'm done with this.

Irene: This is Alice's room.

625 Sears Trail. Please hurry.

Regan: Irene, what are you doing?

Is something wrong?

Who were you talking to?

Okay. All right. Come on. Let's go downstairs.

(thunder rumbling)

Come on.

Hey...

are you sure you're okay?

You know, I can tell that something's making you uneasy.

You know you can talk to me about it.

This is a bad place.

You mean you don't like living here?

Well, you haven't even given it a chance yet.

Look, we'll be here all weekend.

I know it's gonna take some time,

but we'll get through it together.

(sighs) I think that is enough fun and games for everyone.

Hey, did you rattle the door beneath the stairwell?

It was probably Layan.

- Where are Samantha and Layan? - Speak of the devils.

- No one bothered to come looking for us. - What is that?

Oh, we found crazy stuff.

There are some fascinating artifacts in that basement.

I don't think Walter knows what he has down there.

For instance?

(sighs) Just... interesting to say that least.

You know what? This can wait.

- (knocking on door) - Who could that be?

- Hey, don't let anyone in! - Irene!

Oh, my God.

Regan: Irene, do not answer that door.

Irene, do not answer that--

(gasps)

Pizza? We did not order pizza.

I did.

Irene, you will be the death of me!

- Just wait until you have kids. - Yeah, right.

- Thank you. - (thunder rumbling)

- Betaine: Oh, my God! - (all laughing)

What a creep!

- Oh, my God. - That scared me so much.

Irene: Let's have pizza!

Layan: Well, I never got it.

I mean, studying things that happened centuries ago?

I mean, there's a reason why they call it "ancient history."

(scoffs) What's wrong with history?

I find it fascinating.

Delving into the lives and stories of past figures and events

who shaped us into who we are today.

Leaders and explorers who weren't afraid

to wander out on their own and blaze a new trail.

That excites me.

I'm learning more about you every day.

Our little wanderer.

And there is some serious history to this house.

- Where did Walter find this place? - Regan: I'm not sure.

The sale was a foreclosure. He got it for a steal.

Hmm, so, what'd you find?

Well, we found an old crate

with an inscription on the outside in German.

- It reads, "In death we are free." - (thunder rumbling)

- Uh, no, thank you. - What was in it?

Samantha: We didn't open it, but there were all these old books

and papers from World War ll and the 1950s and '60s.

And I even found this book.

Betaine: "Siegfried Sauer"?

Maybe the person who owned the book?

Is this really how we're gonna spend the night?

I thought we were getting away from school.

Yeah, but look at this. This looks like student tests.

Layan: The family could've been pack rats.

No, but if you look at them, all the names are different,

and there are grades on them.

Whoever lived here could've been a teacher?

I think it is time for our little princess to go to sleep.

- What do you think? - I'm tired.

Let's leave this for a moment, yeah?

I think it is only fitting that we all tuck you in tonight.

- (thunder rumbling) - Did you hear that?

My mom used to tell me that it's just angels bowling.

Come on. Let's get ready for bed.

Brush your teeth.

You excited for your first night in your big, new house?

- What is that smell? - (spits)

(sniffs) I don't know. It's not poop.

Well, that's wedged shut.

That is awful. I have never smelled anything like that before.

It's this old house.

Let me see those pearly whites, hmm?

Nice. Now, off to bed.

- Come on, little monkey. - (Irene giggles)

- Good night. - Good night.

- Muah. - Good night, angel.

- Good night. - Night, kiddo.

(Irene giggles)

We'll be downstairs if you need us.

- Regan? - Yeah.

Go ahead. I'll be right down.

What is it?

Irene, what's bothering you?

Is it that Alice person?

It is, isn't it?

- Who is she? - I can't tell you.

I can't help you if you don't tell me.

Do you like children?

Of course.

I think you'll be a really good mother.

Only if I had a daughter like you.

Now, get some sleep.

And in the morning, we'll have a pancake breakfast, hmm?

Good night.

Good night, Regan.

Sweet dreams.

(thunder rumbling)

(faint sobbing)

(muffled conversation)

Samantha: This is Alice's room.

- Betaine: Who the hell's Alice? - (door creaks)

What are you guys doing in here?

I think Walter wanted us to avoid this room.

I mean, look at this place. It's lost in time.

- We should not be in here. - Samantha: Shut the hell up.

What?

This man is the same man that's in the Nazi pictures downstairs.

(gasps)

You're right. We shouldn't be in here.

(creaking)

- I'm gonna go check on Irene. - She's fine.

You know, I'm actually just gonna call Paul

and probably call it a night, so I'll keep and eye on her.

Okay. You're the best. Thanks.

- No problem. - Good night.

(thunder rumbling)

I was right. It's the same guy.

- He's a Nazi? - Yeah.

A Nazi lived right in this house.

Put some paper under her before she has an accident.

Hitler was obsessed with the occult.

Walter's done a lot of research on the subject.

This must be the daughter.

I'll bet this is Alice.

This letter is addressed to Siegfried.

What's that picture?

Samantha: I believe this is an amulet.

You see the French lettering on the bottom?

This was probably confiscated by the Nazis.

I know this.

And you know this because...

The French people of Oradour-sur-Glane village,

they were massacred and all their relics were taken by the Nazis.

(French accent) I believe it's called "Oradour-sur-Glane."

Look at this.

Samantha: Our boy Siegfried wasn't just any Nazi.

Regan: So you're saying there's a connection

between the people who lived in this house and Hitler?

- Spooky stuff, girls. - (thunder rumbling)

Let's see if we can find anymore details online.

Grab that box, Regan.

- Will you hold this? - Well, this should be fun.

(line ringing)

- Hello, babe. - Paul: How's it going?

It's good. We're just relaxing.

The girls are still awake.

- Did you feed the cat? - Yes, I fed the cat.

Why do you say it like that? You got me that cat.

- So, what are you wearing? - Oh, we're not doing this.

- I'm not telling you. - Oh, come on.

No, you don't deserve it.

- You know I'm all alone here. - (sighs)

And you wish I was there with you, don't you?

(Paul chuckles) You know it, baby.

Well, I've got on that little black tank top.

- The one that you like. - Yeah.

Betaine: And...

I've got on these itty-bitty panties.

They don't leave much to the imagination.

Oh, but it's not all one-sided.

You've got to tell me what you've got on.

(static, overlapping voices in German)

- Do you hear that? - Hear what?

It must be on your end.

(static, overlapping voices continue)

Paul: Babe, I think you might have a bad connection.

No, it's not my connection.

It's your signal.

Someone else is talking.

(voices continue)

Paul?

Paul.

(sighs)

(cell phone whooshes)

(cell phone chimes)

(cell phone whooshes)

(cell phone chimes)

What?

(cell phone whooshes)

Okay, here it is.

The amulet was from France.

It was originally possessed by the Templar Knights.

It is believed that the amulet would remove any fear and hatred

from whoever's wearing it.

Therefore removing any hesitation in battle?

But it's also believed that the object would retain all of that hate and fear,

bearing heavy consequences to anyone who encounters it.

This like black magic or something?

No, think about it.

A physical manifestation of pure hatred.

Whether you believe in it or not, it's a powerful symbol.

Hatred... trapped in an amulet?

This is a myth, right?

Should we be smoking something. Did you guys light up without me?

- What is the connection? - The amulet was sent here

to Siegfried via Brazil.

But all those papers say Samuel Sears.

Look him up.

- Look, it's Siegfried. - Oh!

"Originally from Berlin, Germany,

Samuel Sears of Franglavo Parish

died on Thursday due to exposure to chemicals."

He must have changed his name to Samuel Sears.

Mm.

He is survived by the sole remaining family member,

his wife, Miriam Sears.

She probably buried him in the backyard.

"Miriam Sears. Grade school teacher at Treeman Elementary.

Wife of Samuel Sears."

Oh, that explains the test papers.

Mm.

Look, this one's from 1968.

Oh! "Alice Sears, daughter of Samuel and Miriam Sears

was reported missing over the weekend.

Police have released an all-points bulletin

to include the neighboring counties."

I mean, who wouldn't run away from a dad like that?

Oh, here's another one.

"Miriam Sears, Treeman Village. Husband Samuel Sears, born in Berlin."

Blah, blah, blah. Nothing about Alice.

How could that be?

She was their only child.

There's nothing here about her.

Disappeared without a trace.

(static hisses)

There's something wrong with this computer.

(computer beeps)

(computer beeps)

Oh, my God, that was so weird.

What?

The camera just turned on and someone texted me.

It's probably just Walter checking in on us.

Put up some porno and make him really wonder.

Yeah, you're probably right.

God, I need a glass of wine.

- Oh, yes, please. - Yeah, I like that idea.

Let's go.

(thunder rumbling)

(chittering)

(screams)

I wonder if Samuel sent Alice away.

- Where? - I don't know.

Reform school?

You're becoming obsessed with this Alice.

You're becoming Samantha.

Hit "images."

Oh, that is a disturbing picture.

An old man in a gas mask?

I'd be more concerned with why he's wearing it than the look of it.

And where are you going with this?

What does this have to do with being in this house?

Walter.

I mean, why would he keep the room up there in that condition?

He's ethnoarcheologist.

There must be something in that room that convinced him to.

An ethno what? Big words.

Hey, at least I speak French.

(creaking)

All right, well, you guys can keep making up stories,

but I think it's time for bed.

- (glass clatters) - Yeah, Layan is right.

I'm gonna snuggle up and read myself to sleep.

Thank goodness someone else is on the sanity train.

Yeah, I could use some sleep, too.

- (hissing) - Wait...

- what is that? - Voice on monitor: She's here.

She's here. She's here.

She's here.

- She's here. She's here. - That's lrene's room.

- Oh, my God! - She's here. She's here. She's here.

Irene?

What is that? Lay, turn on the light.

How did that get in?

Lay, go get some towels.

This is not good.

- You don't find this creepy? - No.

There's a leak inside, a storm outside, and it happens to be an old house.

What about the dead bird?

Well...

- I got this. - (thunder rumbling)

' (sighs) ' You okay?

I'm fine. It's late.

Why don't we all go to bed? I've got a book that needs reading.

It's either that or a Xanax.

That's the best idea of the night.

- Good night, you guys. - Good night.

Still watch TV while you read?

- How do you think I got through college? - (laughs)

(voice whispering)

(teakettle whistles)

(thunder rumbling)

(cabinet creaks)

(creaking)

(music playing on TV)

(Yawns)

Man on TV: They're coming for you.

Look, there comes one of them now.

(woman screaming on TV)

(man singing in German on radio)

(static hisses)

(woman speaking German on radio)

(static hisses)

(man speaking German on radio)

(clattering)

(exhales sharply)

(music playing on TV)

(electricity crackles)

(banging in distance)

- (man growls on TV) - (woman screams on TV)

- (TV shuts off) - (banging continues)

(banging in distance)

(sighs)

Cut it out, guys! I'm trying to sleep!

(electricity crackles)

(switch clicks)

(sighs) I'm done with this.

I'm leaving.

(banging continues)

(creaking)

Irene?

Irene.

(voices whispering on monitor)

Irene?

Irene, what are you doing? Are you okay?

(distorted) Are you looking for me?

What?

(distorted) Why didn't anyone come looking for me?

Oh, Shit! No!

- (growls) - (screams)

Irene on monitor: Regan!

- Regan! - Hold on, Irene!

- (switch clicks) - Irene on monitor: Regan!

Hold on, I gotta get a flashlight! Hold on!

- (glass shatters) - Irene on monitor: Regan!

I'm coming! - I'm coming! I I'm coming!; a

(sighs)

Irene, just a second!

Regan!

Irene, why do you have this open?

You'll freeze to death.

Irene: I thought I saw someone.

There's nobody outside.

- I want Mommy. - Irene, I'm here.

I'm scared.

They won't be back until Monday.

It's just thunder and lightning.

- You go back to sleep. - I hear noises.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

You know I won't let anything happen to you.

What is it?

(sighs)

You see? It's nothing.

It's just your imagination.

There's nothing under the bed.

Shh. Please.

You have to look under the bed.

There's nothing there.

No, please.

Please look.

Will it make you feel better if I look under the bed?

And you'll go back to sleep?

- Okay, promise me. - Promise.

(Regan sighs)

Shh.

That's not me.

(chittering)

- (roaring) - (screaming)

(yelling)

(banging)

What is it?

I'm scared.

I don't wanna be here.

I know.

I don't know what's going on.

(distorted) I do.

Bad things happen in this house.

Irene?

(gasping)

(voice speaking in German)

What's that noise?

(voice continues in German)

(crashing, banging)

- Come on! Let's go! - (Irene whimpering)

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Betaine, wake up.

Betaine. (screams)

No!

Come on!

(both screaming)

(whispers) That's Alice.

My God... the amulet.

"Thrives and becomes more powerful

when encountered with abject fear."

It must be in this house.

Alice.

Listen to me.

Whatever that thing is, it's feeding on your fear.

Becoming your worst nightmare.

Irene! Irene!

You need to face your fear.

You...

We...

we cannot let the fear and hatred consume us.

I don't understand.

Alice, she's just a lost girl.

Okay? We need to get you out of here.

Stay behind me.

- (glass shatters) - (screams)

Irene!

Irene! No! No...

- Irene! - Regan!

- Irene! Come on, come on. Come here. - Regan!

- (screaming) - (roaring)

Go! Go!

Daddy's car.

Why is Daddy's car still here?

I need you to stand back.

- Why, Regan? - Just listen to me!

- Irene: What? What is it? - No!

- Tell me! What is it? - No, we need to leave. We need to leave!

- Tell me, Regan! - No, we have to be brave.

That is the only way we're gonna make it out of this house.

I will not let anything happen to you, okay?

Listen to me. We're gonna go back through the house,

we're gonna go in the kitchen,

and we're gonna go out through the doggy door.

Stay behind me, okay?

And do not look back.

- Okay, but... - Irene, now!

' Regan! - Regan! (crying)

Come on, go, go, go!

- (glass shatters) - Regan: Ow! Ow!

Oh, my God! Ow! Irene, go around! This is glass.

- (whimpering) - Come on, Regan, come on.

Irene, go out the doggy door. Go!

- Regan, come on! - Go out the doggy door! Go!

(winces)

Regan. Regan.

Regan! Come on.

Irene.

- (growling) - Irene, run.

- I can't! No! - Go! Go, baby!

-30! No!

No!

(screaming)

Regan!

(crying)

(groaning)

No one's allowed in this house.

Poppa would be very angry.

(whispers) He's coming.

Are you looking for me?

Irene...

Come here. Here.

Look at me. What are you doing out here?

Come on, let's get in the truck. Let's go.

Where are you leading me?

The amulet...

Alice: Why didn't anyone come looking for me?

Nobody came looking for you?

(gasps)

Alice...

Just stay right here. I'll be right back, okay?

(breathing heavily)

What the hell?

Hello?

You just wanted somebody to find you.

You're not alone anymore.

Virgil: Hello?

- Regan! - (Samuel breathing heavily)

Regan!

- Regan, what's going on? - Virgil!

I just found Irene out in the road.

- Irene? Where is she? - She's fine. She's in the truck.

I have to see her. We need to go.

Regan, who is that upstairs?

Virgil, listen to me! We've got to go!

(Samuel speaking German)

What the hell is going on here?

Virgil, no--

- Virgil! - (Virgil screams)

- Irene! - Regan!

- Oh, my God! - What happened in there?

Are you okay?

- (engine starts) - I'm okay.

You were right, bad things happen in that house.

What about Virgil?

Irene, we gotta get away from here.

And Alice?

She will not bother you anymore.

It's you and me.

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