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(thunder rumbles)

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(glass shatters)

(old woman coughs downstairs)

OLD WOMAN: Nicky!

(thunder rumbles)

OLD WOMAN: Loooook!!!

(quick footsteps running)

(door locks)

(child breathing heavily)

(BANG! on the door)

(young Nick breathes heavily)

(footsteps subtly creak)

OLD WOMAN: Nicky...

(footsteps walk away)

(footsteps walk around corner)

(bathroom door locks)

(bathroom light clicks on)

OLD WOMAN: Let me in, Nicky.

I just want to show you something!

NICK: Grandma, please.

(loud banging on door) Nickyyyyy!

Open the fucking door!

(loud banging continues)

Grandma STOP!!!!

(banging stops)

(Nick whimpers)

(footsteps quietly walk away)

(closet door creaks open)

Nicky...

(bathroom door slams open) NICK: Aaaahhh!!!!

NICK: Aaaahhh!!!!

(thunder rumbles)

(grandma laughs)

(Jacob pants)

NICHOLAS: There you are.

You know,

usually you get dressed

before you put your shoes on, bud.

Come here you little weirdo.

Can we bring Fiery Fox outside with mommy?

Oh, I don't know, bud.

That's a big, heavy pumpkin.

You think you got the muscles

to bring that all the way downstairs?

Yes!

Yes? Okay, let me see your muscles.

Oh, my goodness, you're getting strong, huh?

All right.

Well, mommy's in a hurry.

CHARLIE: Hey, where are you guys?

I'm running late.

All right, go on!

(front door opens)

(Jacob laughs)

CHARLIE: Heeeyyy!

Come here.

I love you one.

I love you, too.

I love you three.

I love you three! JACOB: Three!

Yes!

Mwah!

Sorry. I know you're in a rush.

Don't be sorry.

Come here

Ooh, okay, gotta go!

Alright, goodbye.

Bye bye bye...

Mwah!

Okay, bye.

By mom! Bye!

Oh, and, uh...

the paperwork for your grandmother's house

is on your desk, so take a look.

You got it. All right.

Get out of here.

Bye!

JACOB: Bye! NICHOLAS: Bye!

Do you think she'd be mad if I let you wear your space suit?

No.

(Nicholas laughs)

Okay.

Come on. Let's go!

In the house, in the house.

Breakfast!

Woo hoo!!

JACOB: Let's get Fiery Fox!

NICHOLAS: Uh huh!

Come here.

We got some work to do first.

Is that alright with you, buddy?

JACOB: Yes.

NICHOLAS: And afterwards,

we can make daddy's world famous-

JACOB: Monster cookies!

JACOB: Monster cookies! NICHOLAS: Monster cookies!!

(both roar like monsters)

Oh!

Come on.

Come on.

Right here.

Are you ready?

(making rocket sounds)

All right.

(Jacob struggles)

Big oranges!

NICHOLAS: Pumpkins, bud.

BUBBLE BEAR: Well friends, it looks like

we're all set for our picnic.

Rhyming Rabbit, what have you?

RHYMING RABBIT: I brought my hat and my soccer ball, too!

BUBBLE BEAR: Hasty, did you at least bring anything?

HASTY HAWK: I brought my surfing board! Ha!

(printer finishes photo)

BUBBLE BEAR: Hasty, how many times do I have to tell you

we don't live near an ocean?

(Bubble Bear theme song begins) Deep in the forest our friends come to play!

(Bubble Bear theme song begins) We run, jump, fly, swim and laugh all day!

Solving mysteries, playing games,

...and learning new things,

We dance, smile, read, count and sing, sing, sing, sing!

NICHOLAS: A-bubble... THEME: A-bubble...

NICHOLAS: A-wubble... THEME: A-wubble...

NICHOLAS: A-bubble-wubble... THEME: A-bubbl-wubble...

Ohhhhhh

Bubble Bear's up first!

Bubble Bear's up first! (volume increases)

Yeah, I'm the leader! (volume increases)

Rhyming Rabbit hops up!

It's nice to meet ya!

Fiery Fox is on next!

NICHOLAS: That loud enough for you, bud?

Uhh, no!

THEME SONG CONTINUES: As swift as flebber-debber!

Hasty, that's not a word!

Well neither is-

A-bubble...

A-wubble...

A-bubble-wubble...

Join in!

A-bubble...

A-wubble...

A-bubble-wubble...

Soooo

Come outside and join us

in the Happy Forest

Where the fun

Never ends!

FIERY FOX: Uh oh!

I'm sorry, I woke up and I couldn't find my shoes.

I can't run errands in the forest

without my shoes!

Too many sharp pricklies-

NICHOLAS: Hey buddy!

You want a PB and-

Jacob?

(Bubble Bear continues playing)

Jacob!

(doorknob turns)

(Bubble Bear continues playing)

If we lose something, we should-

You keep chewing on this.

Am I going to have a caller left

Come on, buddy!

Jacob, where are you?

Playing hide and seek?

Come on out!

(ominous music builds)

(floor creaks)

(smashing echoes)

(tinnitus builds)

No no no no no!

Jacob!

Jacob!!

No!!!

(screaming fades)

(spoon scratches plate)

(wet food falls into trash can)

(footsteps approach)

(whimpering)

CHARLIE: Worthless.

(garage door opens)

(garage door stops)

(flys buzz)

(eerie music builds)

(jolt)

(jolt)

(jolt)

(eerie music continues building)

(jolt)

CHARLIE: Do it!

(Charlie cries)

(rustling outside)

(rustling continues)

(man choking)

(Charlie screams)

CHARLIE: Help!

Oh my God!!

Oh Nick!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help!!

(watch winding echoes)

BEAUMONT: Are you in control?

TIDWELL: I am in control.

BEAUMONT: Come back in three...

two...

one.

(watch clasps shut)

(busy office work outside)

(exhausted sigh)

BEAUMONT: Let's have a smoke!

(footsteps walking)

(street sounds float in)

(lighter flicks on)

BEAUMONT: Mmm!

BEAUMONT: Mm!!

You should join me.

(lighter flicks on)

(Beaumont chuckles)

How did you know that would work?

I never do till it does or doesn't.

(Tidwell chuckles)

You did great.

So what else?

(ticking clock builds)

(clock ticks)

(Beaumont snores)

(footsteps approach)

No!

JOE: His wife wants to meet with you

before he's released from the hospital tomorrow.

Thank you, Joe.

Did you bring coffee?

It's on the desk.

It's really far away.

Oh, shit.

Hmm...

(mysterious music fades in)

(cars pass by)

(birds chirp)

(seatbelt unlocks)

(ominous swell)

CHARLIE: Oh, just wipe your shoes

because the cleaners already came.

Sorry.

No, you don't have to say sorry.

The fridge and the pantry are stocked.

Utilities have been paid.

CHARLIE: I set your studio up in the back room.

Just try not to make too much of a mess.

Where's all your stuff?

My cases are stacked, Nicholas.

I just have to focus on them.

(light bulb buzzes)

But I'll visit.

(power dies)

That's new.

(dust falls)

Cleaners missed the drapes.

(fridge opens and shuts in another room)

CHARLIE: Great, the fridge is out, too.

NICHOLAS: Glad you had it stocked.

(notepad drops on table)

CHARLIE: Nothing's tripped in the breaker box.

NICHOLAS: It's prolly just a surge.

It's on the list.

(drapes open)

(wooden figure moves)

CHARLIE: I have to-do's for you

while you're here to keep you occupied.

The furniture's fine where it is

but your grandmother's portraits

and the family photos-

(neck cracks)

(Nicholas blanches)

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Sorry.

(knocking at front door)

NICHOLAS: Who's that?

NICHOLAS: I don't understand why this is necessary.

BEAUMONT: Well-

it's state law that you're monitored.

But that's why I have Charlie, right?

BEAUMONT: She gonna be here with you?

No.

That's why she hired me.

So this entails what exactly?

Uhh, daily visits.

Just to make sure you're taking your proper medication.

General therapy, uhh...

Some light hypnosis in rare occasio-.

Light hypnosis?

Mm hmm.

With all due respect, doctor,

Ah, call me Andrew!

Doctor.

I feel leveled out now.

(Beaumont chuckles)

Nick, listen.

Oh, please

Call me Nicholas.

Okay.

Nicholas.

Your psych eval paints a different picture.

Yeah, well, I don't give a shit what my psych eval... paints.

You just finished a one month stint

in a state institution.

My professional opinion?

Yeah, you should give a shit.

(footsteps approach)

CHARLIE: It's instant.

BEAUMONT: Oh, instant's fine, thank you!

(pills rattle)

Escitalopram.

Once a day with food.

Great.

Perfect, so...

same thing I've been doing.

BEAUMONT: I will be taking notes on your progress.

Any steps forward, any setbacks.

We just...

We need to make sure you're going to be okay here on your own.

(Beaumont slurps coffee)

This is an ambush, Charlie.

You said nothing about this.

I knew you would object.

And I do.

Ch-

(pen clicks)

(Beaumont writes)

I don't need you checking up on me.

Nicholas, I wouldn't be here

if I didn't need to be.

(power buzzes back on)

Finally.

Andrew, do you mind moving your car

so I can get to the office?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure thing.

How's about we just call it a day?

Okay.

But tomorrow, Nicholas.

One on one. Bright and early.

But for now,

let's get to painting, eh?

And packing that to.

BEAUMONT: Thank you.

(front door opens)

We'll see ya!

Thanks.

(front door closes)

(knocking at door)

BEAUMONT: Sorry! I took this.

It's okay.

Are you a threat to yourself?

No.

Okay, so...

all things considered,...

there shouldn't be a problem, right?

Right.

I jus-

I just thought we were in this together.

So did I.

Just do this, Nicholas.

Take your medication.

(Dramatic music fades in) Take your medication.

(Dramatic music fades in) Get the house together.

Do your portraits.

Sit down with the doctor.

Just do it.

Just learn to live with yourself,

and then...

(footsteps walk away)

I love you, Charlie.

You too.

(front door closes)

(car engine starts)

(eerie droning builds)

(old house creaks)

(dramatic music fades in)

(heavy breath)

Okay, smile big! There you go, buddy.

Big smile.

Great.

(camera clicks)

(crickets chirp)

(pill bottle shuffles)

Nicky...

(ghostly echo creeps in)

(horror music builds)

(blinds creak open)

(crickets chirp)

(horror music intensifies)

(scratching on window)

(old woman wails outside)

Nicky...

(crickets chirp)

(droning builds)

(droning stops)

(LOUD HIT)

No!

(alarm clock blares)

(alarm clock stops)

NICHOLAS: Slept pretty good.

I woke up early and did a bit of priming.

So how is it being back here?

Yeah, it's great.

Love it.

You sure?

I'm good.

I just think there may be

a little more to this...

"everything is fine and dandy"

veneer that you're putting on.

Yeah.

Nothing but the truth.

Look,

I know this sucks right now. I do.

I really don't think you do.

(Beaumont chuckles)

Well,

you don't really know much about me.

Enlighten me, doc,

on how a four year degree

could open your eyes to my trauma.

My daughter shot herself

three years ago on Christmas Eve.

Miserable piece of shit.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Sorry.

She said you'd say that.

What?

Sorry.

I don't know why you're talking to me

If Charlie can tell you everything you need to know.

I did tell her.

I didn't think it was good

for you to be here alone.

But she fought me on it.

Argued there were neighbors.

(nervous jittering)

How do you feel about that?

(pen clicks)

Woah, what are you doing?

Okay, I can see your worked up.

No no no no no

no, I'm not getting worked up.

I'm-

BEAUMONT: Worthless cunt

Excuse me?

It's okay.

What? What's okay?

What's okay?

We got a lot of sessions ahead of us.

There's plenty of time for you to get to know me.

How is this-

How are you supposed to be helping me?

To remind you

that mental health is not your fault.

But it is your responsibility.

You know what?

Let's call it today.

All right?

I got a full caseload,

and your recovery is a top priority for me.

But you're not my only patient.

And F.Y.I...

I went to school for eight years.

(front door opens)

(front door closes)

(whistling)

Hey, there.

Hey. Hi, there.

Yes, ma'am.

SHELBY: Shelby Whitaker.

Andrew. Andrew Beaumont.

Nice to meet you.

My nosy nature's got me wondering.

Is that little Nicholas over there?

Yes. Yes, ma'am. It is.

Do you know him?

Oh, yes.

Sweet boy.

He wouldn't remember me, though.

Say, it ain't odd...

you've been here twice and-

One day after another,

same time?

Nosy nature indeed.

Ain't much happening around here.

Just helping out a friend.

They're selling the house.

While I've got you,

and I don't know if you can answer this or not,

but do you know anything...

about his childhood,

about his family life?

Well...

I believe he moved here

after his parents died.

Auto accident or some other.

Bless his heart.

His grandmother died a few years later.

Heart attack, and...

That's a long time ago, friend.

But I'll- I'll think on it.

Listen, if you can think of anything.

Here's my card, I'd love to hear it.

All right.

All right. Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

Yeah.

(grocery checkout beeps)

(customers chatter)

(voices and beeping intensify)

I am.

I'm around the area.

(clock tick echoes)

She won't have it.

He should leave!

Yeah, she hates him.

It's a terrible idea.

BEAUMONT: You're a worthless cunt.

(jolt)

You should have choked to death.

Terrible, terrible, terrible.

No, I got cajun seasoning.

Yeah.

(voices and checkout sounds return to normal)

So the next step would be filing,

which could take 90 days to hear back.

So with that being said, (phone vibrates)

I would recommend- (phone vibrates)

VOICEMAIL: Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

At the tone,

please record your message.

When you have finished recording-

(veins crackle)

Oh, uh, hi...

Charlie. It's me, uh...

(ingredients pour into bowl)

NICHOLAS: There we go

There we go.

There we go!

And now...

JACOB: Sprinkles!

NICHOLAS: Here's some for you...

For me?

And now we mix that one.

Right there.

JACOB: Next row.

NICHOLAS: Next row, right behind-

That's a big one, too.

Right there.

(timer dings)

(cookies drop on plate)

(Nicholas exhales)

(pill bottle shuffles)

(damp cloth rumples)

BUBBLE BEAR THEME: ...A-bubble, a-wubble, a-bubble-wubble!

BUBBLE BEAR THEME: Join in!

BUBBLE BEAR THEME: ...A-bubble, a-wubble, a-bubble-wubble!

(eerie dramatic piano)

(ink mushing)

(fly buzzes)

What the...

(eerie music intensifies)

(child foosteps run in the background)

(eerie music fades)

Jacob?

(creepy music builds)

No!

Jacob?

GRANDMA: Nicholas...

GRANDMA: Take me.

Take me.

Who's there?

Take me.

Take me. Take me.

Take me.

Take me!

Take me! Take me!!

Take me!!!

Take me!!!

(Grandma laughs)

(demonic laughing)

(Nicholas hypervenitlates)

Come on.

(jolt)

(laughing fades)

(slow, heavy footsteps approach)

(demonic breathing grows)

(Nicholas hypervenitlates)

No.

Come on.

JACOB: Daddy, I'm scared.

What...

It's okay, buddy!

Daddy's here!

(fingers crack)

(horrific music intensifies)

NO!!

(bone and wood crack)

CHARLIE: Hey!

Wake up, sleepyheads!

Come on.

NICHOLAS: Hey

It's time to get up, buddy.

(Nicholas clears his throat)

(eerie music builds)

(lighter flicks on)

(cars whirr by)

(smartphone touch-tones)

NICHOLAS VOICEMAIL: Hey, Charlie.

I just wanted to give you a call.

Sorry for bothering you.

Shit, you're probably busy.

I'm sorry.

You prolly don't want to hear from me.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

(wet brush strokes)

(Nicholas breathes exhaustedly)

(mysterious music grows)

(brush strokes increase rapidly)

(mysterious music fades)

I love you, one.

I love you, two.

I love you, three.

SHELBY: Obituary said "heart attack."

BEAUMONT: His grandma, right.

The night she died,

the way he pounded at my door,

like something was after him.

You know?

He came to you?

You betcha.

That boy could hardly get a word out

what words he could were-

Grandma,...

fetch.

They're playing with a dog, or?

No, no, no, no.

Like "the Fetch."

Or something of the sort.

I don't know if I follow.

Next day, I went over there,

to help clean the house

with a few folks from down the way.

Doctor, I tell you,

that place was destroyed.

How do you mean?

Furniture thrown all over,

broken photos, plates.

We even had to fix a few windows.

That'd be one hell of a heart attack

wouldn't you say, doc?

Uh huh.

CHARLIE: Nicholas.

(jolting)

(bones crunch)

(eerie noises rise)

GRANDMA: We're waiting...

(jolting)

CHARLIE: Do it.

FETCH: Murderer!

CHARLIE: Nicholas.

(eerie noises fade)

(bones crunch)

(knocking at front door)

BEAUMONT: Nope!

My job.

Yep.

NICHOLAS: Alright.

BEAUMONT: No, I got it, I got it.

I got it.

Okay.

(footsteps climbing stairs)

(Beaumont pants in the distance)

(Beaumont laughs)

What are you scared of, a little attic?

NICHOLAS: Oh, no. Sorry.

Just zoned out.

Hey, would you mind getting

the rest of the books down there?

BEAUMONT: Oh, shit.

Okay.

(door in bedroom closes)

(boxes fall)

CHARLIE: Nicholas.

(sharp horror music builds)

(flesh rumples and bones crack)

VOICES: Worthless.

GRANDMA: Stupid.

You should've died instead.

It should've been you.

CHARLIE: Nicholas.

VOICES: It's all your fault.

FETCH: Murderer

Do everyone a favor and die.

CHARLIE: You're a terrible father.

BEAUMONT: When death is nigh upon its ketch...

a fellow soon shall see his-

VOICES: Nicholas...

(bones crack)

BEAUMONT: Nicholas!

You okay?

Yeah, I was just...

enjoying the view.

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

BEAUMONT: What's with the chair

under the door in your room?

Hold on.

BEAUMONT: What are you hiding from?

Jesus, just give me a second.

I'm coming for you.

What? What?

What are you reading?

Nothing, just, uh...

It's something my grandma used to read to me.

Yeah.

Good bedtime material.

(bone cracks)

NICHOLAS: I'll see you later, doc.

(foot stops door)

Throw me a bone,

will you?

All I can say of my time here right now

is that I lugged boxes of books around

and sweated through my dress shirt.

Now I know you're not sleeping.

Will you talk to me?

For Charlie.

Good man.

(leaves rustle and birds chirp)

NICHOLAS: I know it's only been a few weeks.

But it feels like a year ago I was in the hospital.

A year ago...

since his funeral.

But, uh...

God it feels like just yesterday that it happened.

When I found him.

And I want to die every day.

But I'd never want to kill myself.

Explain that trip to the hospital.

That wasn't me.

I mean...

it was.

But I don't even remember doing it.

All I remember is her voice...

screaming. And then I woke up in the hospital.

I put her through that.

I thought I was going crazy.

After Jacob's accident, when you cleaned the stairwell.

Was that you?

(scrubbing builds)

Yeah.

BEAUMONT: Why?

(bashing the floor)

Because it was my mess.

And there's something else.

I've been...

hearing things.

Seeing things.

And I-

I don't know.

When I do sleep, it...

I can't tell what's real anymore.

I feel like I'm losing my grip.

Go on.

Nah.

Never mind.

I mean, it's nothing.

Hey, thanks, doc.

I was out with a patient.

Running late, as always, and...

I mean...

I knew Eliza was going to be mad at me, but...

I figured if I made it home for at least

some kind of Christmas Eve dinner...

that it would all go away.

Well, she showed me how she felt

right there under the mistletoe.

I'm so sorry.

There were carolers.

They had no fucking clue.

I don't know, want to say.

How do you like your pizza?

What?

We need a good old fashioned guys night, tonight.

I'll bring the food.

You bring the good company. Okay?

No olives.

You got it.

Nicholas.

It'll always feel like yesterday.

(dramatic music builds)

(brushtrokes)

(dramatic music shifts darker)

(slinky bounces)

(jolt)

Hey, buddy.

Can I tie your shoe for you?

(easel moves)

No.

(Jacob laughs)

(footsteps run away)

No.

Oh, no no no no.

Jacob!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

(Bubble Bear theme song plays downstairs)

Deep in the forest our friends come to play!

We run, jump, fly, swim and laugh all day!

Solving mysteries, playing games,

and learning new things,

We dance, smile, read, count and sing, sing, sing, sing!

A-bubble, a-wubble, a bubble-wubble!

Ohhhhhh

Bubble Bear's up first!

Yeah, I'm the leader!

Rhyming Rabbit hops up!

It's nice to meet ya!

Fiery Fox is on next!

Getting ready for adventure!

Getting ready for adventure! NICHOLAS: Buddy?

Hasty Hawk swoops in!

As swift as flebber-debber!

Hasty, that's not a word!

Well neither is-

A-bubble...

A-wubble...

A-bubble-wubble...

Join in!

A-bubble...

A-wubble...

A-bubble-wubble...

Jacob!

So grab a rope and join us

in the Happy Forest

Where you can hang

NICHOLAS: Come here. Where you can hang

yourself.

Jacob!

(window smashes in) Jacob!

(window smashes in)

(shattered glass falls)

(demonic breathing)

(gutteral demonic squelching)

(bones cracking)

(The Fetch sloshes toward Nicholas)

(The Fetch laughs demonically)

No!!

Let it out...

(breeze floats in)

(birds chirp)

SHELBY: All right.

Whoops!

Grandma.

Who's that?

Nicholas!

Oh,

Nicholas.

Hmph.

CHARLIE: His grandma used to read him this?

I am not a fan of grandma.

Look at page 54.

BEAUMONT: You should have seen how he reacted to it.

Now the lore is,

and I can't believe I'm really saying it,

but the sight of your Fetch-

Evil twin.

The sight of your Fetch

is an omen.

For what?

Coming death.

(page tears)

BEAUMONT: This passage says

"When death is nigh upon its ketch...

a fellow soon shall see his Fetch."

Look, I know this sounds ridiculous, okay?

But...

I talked to Nicholas's neighbor,

and she said that when Nicholas was ten,

he ran to her house when grandma had a heart attack.

And he said "not grandma...

"Fetch."

CHARLIE: But it's not real.

It's just a story.

BEAUMONT: Yes, but these stories,

these myths;

The grim reaper, the angel of death,

the Fetch, whatever you want to call it.

Nick, read this story as a child.

Young enough to burn it into his mind,

into his subconscious.

To him, death is connected to the Fetch.

(the Fetch laughs)

BEAUMONT: And after grandma's violent heart attack

I believe he was so terrified,

his mind manifested the Fetch.

GRANDMA: Nick! Open the door, please.

I need help!

I need he-hahaha!!

BEAUMONT: And Jacob's accident opened an old wound

he forgot he had.

His guilt triggered a trauma response

that tore his mind apart.

Hell it could've brought back the Fetch.

Hahahahahaha!

YOUNG NICK: Grandma stop!!

NICHOLAS: Get out of my head!!

BEAUMONT: Disassociation.

Hallucinations. Self-harm.

It's textbook schizophrenia.

It may just be a story to us,

but it could feel real to him,

whether he realizes it or not.

This may seem frightening or hopeless.

It's not.

This is good news, Charlie.

How was this good news?

BEAUMONT: We're still trying to understand this,

but we're in the right direction.

This is a key. This is a way in.

I think...

if we can get ahead of this thing,

we properly diagnose him.

Then with medication, time therapy,

we can level him out long term.

We just have to help him understand

(mirror shatters)

and give him the tools he needs to fight it.

VOICES: Nicholas!

VOICES: Worthless!

BEAUMONT: It won't be easy.

CHARLIE: It's all your fault.

BEAUMONT: But he can beat it.

FETCH: Hang yourself.

BEAUMONT: He just has to want it.

To fight for it.

VOICES: When death is nigh upon its ketch...

a fellow soon shall see his Fetch.

Do it!

Nicholas...

You're a coward!

CHARLIE: I hope you're right.

BEAUMONT: Me too.

(Nicholas screams)

(eerie droning swells)

(duct tape stretches)

(cell phone rings)

NICHOLAS: Hey.

Hey.

How's it going over there?

Going great.

Doctor Beaumont said you're making progress.

Day by day.

You know me.

Good.

Are you all right?

Nothing to worry about.

CHARLIE: Beaumont said that you guys have a pizza night coming up.

Yeah, I figured I'd change up the diet

from ham and cheese sammies.

(Charlie chuckles)

That's good.

NICHOLAS: Well, hey...

I got to go.

Finish up some work around the house.

Okay.

Yeah.

It was good talking to you.

Yeah, you too.

(call ends)

(truck honks)

SHELBY: Hey, Andrew!

BEAUMONT: Oh...

BEAUMONT: He's exhausted.

SHELBY: Well-

(door opens)

NICHOLAS: Hey, doc!

Good to see you. Come on in.

BEAUMONT: I hope you're hungry!

I'm starving.

Perfect timing.

(door closes)

NICHOLAS: Mmmh!

It's really good.

Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah...

BEAUMONT: Where are these from?

Weird, right?

Not sure.

When's the last time you spoke to Charlie?

Not too long ago.

Why?

Just curious.

You know, she's going through her own

grief too.

Hmm.

If she needs me, she knows where I am.

A little bit of unsolicited

relationship advice:

Next time you talk to her,

ask her how she's doing. And mean it.

Mmh hmm.

On another note...

You remember Ms.Shelby from across the road?

Oh...

God, barely. It's been forever.

I think I used to climb her trees as a kid.

She says she saw you today

staring out your window.

Well she's mistaken.

This doesn't help if you lie to me.

I thought we were having a guy's night.

What's up with the third degree?

Right. You're right.

You're right.

You're right.

Let's start with something fun.

Okay?

I got some new scripts for you.

(bag unzips)

Why do you have that?

Ah, it's just a little light reading from the library.

All right, clozapine...

It'll level out your moods

and all that fun stuff like that.

Then trazadone...

That'll help you sleep.

And judging by your lack of it,

I think you'll be out for a week.

Curious why there's only two of those.

Funny.

All right, once a day with a meal.

Okay?

Let's start right now.

Should I be taking that with beer?

Nonalcoholic.

Done and done.

I said one sleeping pill.

Well, I'll sleep in.

Get off my ass, doc!

You know, I think I'm really making strides here.

Yeah, I feel much better.

Like new, basically.

What, you got somewhere to be?

(watch winds)

BEAUMONT: Let's try something different.

Focus on the sound.

(Grandma's voice echoes in the distance)

And close your eyes.

(thunder claps)

(rain patters the windows)

Breathe.

You have control.

YOUNG NICK: Grandma, please.

GRANDMA: Nicky!

Open the fucking door!

Look!!!

See, Nicky!

I want you to see!

Look!!!

Open your eyes!

Grandma, please stop!

LOOK!!!!

BEAUMONT: What do you see?

Just a little peek for Grandma?

Aaahhh!!!

Hahahahahaha!!!

BEAUMONT: Talk to me, Nick.

What do you see?

(Grandma coughs)

NICHOLAS: It's my Grandma.

The night she died.

BEAUMONT: What else?

NICHOLAS: I get away, and I run

Run to Ms. Shelby's house.

I bang on the door.

YOUNG NICK: Help me!!!

BEAUMONT: And then what?

NICHOLAS: Jacob.

I need to find Jacob.

FETCH: Shut it up!

Aww!

GRANDMA: Just a peek, Nicky!

BEAUMONT: Don't give in Nicholas!

You are in-

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

BEAUMONT: Say it!

Tell me you have control!

FETCH: Daddy, help me, please.

JACOB: Daddy!

BEAUMONT: Nick! Are you in control?

(flesh rips)

BEAUMONT: Nick!

Stay away from me!

BEAUMONT: Come on, Nick!

Don't jump!

Hahahahahaha!!!

BEAUMONT: Fight it!

BEAUMONT: All right, come back in-

FETCH: Three. Two.

BEAUMONT: One.

(Nicholas screams)

No no no no no no.

It's okay.

It's my son!

I...

I killed my boy.

No no no no.

Breathe, all right?

I can't see his face.

I can't remember my sons face.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Ch-

Charlie hates-

It's okay.

Charlie.

She-

she hates me.

She hates-

BEAUMONT: Okay, easy now.

All right, straight back.

Yeah, good man.

Oh no.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, Nicholas.

Charlie.

I'm out at the farm with Nicholas.

He's on some serious sleeping pills.

I think he's probably going to-

sleep the day away tomorrow, but listen.

Look, I was right,

and I was wrong about this whole thing.

It is way worse than I thought it is.

I-I'm staying the night to keep an eye on him.

But you need to come and see him

tomorrow.

ELIZA: Dad.

(quiet footsteps)

CHARLIE: Nick?

(soft dramatic music eases in)

Nick, are you here?

NICHOLAS: Charlie?

(Charlie sighs)

Shit.

Hey.

You look great.

So...

why did you come out?

Doctor's orders.

Andrew slept over last night?

He did?

I had no idea.

I was conked out. Yesterday's a blur.

Is there something I should know?

No.

Day by day, right?

Nicholas, I thought this healed.

Look at that-

It's fine.

What the hell is happening?

Honestly, I don't know.

This is not fine.

Nicholas, this is-

Charlie, chill.

It's probably stress induced, or-

a side-effect of the meds.

I think we need to find another place for you.

I think I made a brash decision and-

I'm sorry.

Hey!

We've got to get these

bruises checked out!

I can take a few days off of work. I just, I-

Charlie, stop.

Look at me.

What's on your mind?

I've just never felt so alone.

I know how you feel.

I know.

I'm sorry.

No.

I am.

For everything.

I want to do whatever makes your life easier.

That's what would make me happiest.

You want me to go get lost in Bermuda?

I can do that.

Oh, no.

I just...

I just miss him so much.

(jolt)

(voices creep in)

CHARLIE: You killed our boy.

I know I did.

I'm so sorry.

You did what?

(voices fade)

Hey, if my memory serves me correctly,

There's a dive downtown

that has average beer and juicy burgers.

Cherub Rock.

You hungry?

Yeah, that sounds good.

I'll hop in the shower real quick,

then we can go.

CHARLIE: You killed our boy.

CHARLIE: You killed our boy!

(bones crack)

FETCH: Charlie hates you.

She left you here to rot!

It's okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

SHELBY: Hey, there.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm just checking in.

I'm Shelby, and this here is Bucky, my grandson.

Doctor Beaumont told me about you.

All good things, I'm sure!

And you are?

I'm Charlie. I'm Nicholas' wife.

How's he coming along?

Yeah, he's coming along.

Yeah.

SHELBY: Would you mind stepping outside for just a second?

CHARLIE: Yeah.

You know, this might not be my place, but-

(brooding music builds)

SHELBY: ...house, and I was looking over in that window.

I just couldn't-

couldn't figure out why he couldn't see me.

You know, cause I was stand-

NICHOLAS: Hey, Charlie!

Hey!

NICHOLAS: Oh,

Hey Ms. Shelby!

It's been a long time.

I know!

I was just getting acquainted

with your lovely wife.

Yeah! Well, I got to steal her from you.

We're headed out on the town.

Oh, please don't let me keep you.

We should catch up sometime!

I'd call it a date,

but I'm already married.

Ha!

(child playing in the distance)

(ominous music fades in)

Jacob?

CHARLIE: Nick?

Nick, what are you doing?

That's my grandson.

Say hi. Bucky.

Hey buddy!

Grandma!

Hey, I'm sorry!

SHELBY: Nicholas, what's wrong?

I'm so sorry!

Hey, let's get you inside!

I got you.

Hey!

Wait a minute.

Nick. Nick! Nick!!

Charlie, we''ve got him ba-

(smack)

Come on, come on.

I'm so sorry.

Ms. Shelby, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Your mom's gonna pick you up soon, okay?

CHARLIE: I'm not trying to

blame you, or...

say that you did anything wrong.

What-

What's going on with this book?

Andrew says that-

you're seeing some sort of a monster?

Or, a fetch?

What?

He's worried that

you might be having hallucinations.

Dangerous hallucinations.

Oh.

So I guess you're exchanging notes

about what you think is happening to me.

I'm your wife.

I only want to help you-

No.

You're trying to lock me away.

You're trying to take me

from my son.

(ominous music builds)

I trusted you.

(bones crack)

Nicholas?

FETCH: When death is nigh upon its ketch

a fellow soon shall see his Fetch.

Do it!

Hang yourself. NICHOLAS: It's all your fault.

Get her out of here.

She hates you.

She hates you. NICHOLAS: She just left you here.

She never loved you. NICHOLAS: She just left you here.

Die!

NICHOLAS: Let me out.

Let me out.

(Grandma laughs)

(mirror smashes)

(bones crack)

Get out of here!

Nicholas!

God damn it, Charlie! Go!

(bones continue stretching and cracking)

(front door shuts)

Charlie!

(car drives away)

I'm sorry.

(eerie music builds)

I forgot to ask how you are.

VOICES: Nicholas.

She just left.

She left you here to rot.

She left you here to die.

Charlie hates you.

CHARLIE: I hate you.

BEAUMONT: You should be dead instead.

CHARLIE: You're a terrible father.

NICHOLAS: Because of you.

CHARLIE: I wish you died instead.

BEAUMONT: The world doesn't need you.

CHARLIE: It's all your fault.

FETCH: Murderer!

(front door opens)

FETCH: Nicky!

Where's that fucking ring?

FETCH: You let him fall.

Kill yourself.

Think. Think!

(panicked breathing)

She left you here to rot.

Where is it?

Nicholas!

GRANDMA: What are you waiting for?

ALL VOICES: When death is nigh upon its ketch...

a fellow soon shall see his Fetch!

Do you see the rope on the tree?

Around the branch?

Jacob is waiting for you, Nicky!

Do it!

Do it!!

Do it!!!

You killed Charlie's baby.

You let him fall.

(wincing in pain)

(bones crack and stretch)

Aah!!

(flesh tears)

Come on, come on...

You got this, come on.

Fuck!

All right!

Pick up, pick up.

BEAUMONT: Charlie? What is it?

It's really bad!

Are you okay?

I don't know what to do.

Okay, okay.

Wait right there.

All right. Do not go in without me.

I'm on the way.

Okay.

(call ends)

(tense dramatic music rises)

(car speeds in)

BEAUMONT: Hey!

Oh shit.

All right, we got to get in there.

(door unlocks)

(light switch flips)

Nicholas!

BEAUMONT: Oh no.

(draw opens)

(flashlight clicks on)

(eerie music builds)

(paint dripping)

BEAUMONT: Oh my God.

Charlie.

Nick?

Woah, woah.

(breeze whistles in)

Honey.

Nicholas.

NICHOLAS: It's time.

He's here.

Nicholas-

Not one step closer!

Nicholas,

Whatever you think you're seeing right now

it is not real.

I'm ready.

He's here to help me.

I don't want you to do this, Nick.

FETCH: You're a liar, Charlotte.

Nicholas, I know you're in there, okay?

This is in your mind. It is not real.

You are real!

You-

(Fetch growls)

(struggling breaths)

You can hurt me.

You're not real.

Aahh!!

I've got work to do, Charlie!

(flashlight hits the floor)

(Fetch growls)

JACOB/FETCH: Where were you, mommy?

Where were you when I fell?

(Charlie screams)

(Fetch laughs)

I'll do it.

Take me!

Take me now!

(Charlie falls)

Do it!

(struggling to breathe)

(haunting music builds)

Come on!

Aahhh!!!

(music fades)

Nick...

(Nicholas struggles)

Nicholas, are you okay?

Charlie...

Go.

Please go.

Nick, I love you. You can fight this.

I don't know how.

(bones crack)

(Nicholas trembles)

Do it, Nick!

What?

Well, we'll never know till it works.

Or it doesn't.

What are you doing?

Get on up you son of a bitch!

Hell...

We'll even watch.

We'll give you a proper sendoff.

Andrew, what the hell are you doing?

Shh!

(jolt)

(Nicholas shudders)

BEAUMONT: Get on up there, Nick.

(Charlie whimpers)

BEAUMONT: You're in control.

Andrew!

It's okay, it's okay.

Ready when you are, Nicholas.

(Charlie gasps)

(voices build)

(watch winds)

BEAUMONT: Just like last time.

Focus on the sound...

and close your eyes.

(thunder claps)

(crow squawks)

BEAUMONT: This is it, Nick.

Talk to me.

Where are you?

NICHOLAS: The pumpkin patch.

But everything's gone.

There's a door.

FETCH: Come and play, play the game.

The game's for you...

And it's to hang!

(Fetch laughs)

BEAUMONT: What do you see?

JACOB: You broke my neck, daddy.

I know.

(eerie music builds)

BEAUMONT: Nick?

I can't see his face.

BEAUMONT: It was just an accident.

Say it. Nick!

What happened?

Own it.

He fell.

It wasn't your fault.

Think of Charlie.

BEAUMONT: What's happening, Nick?

NICHOLAS: I'm walking to my room.

Okay.

Go on. Go up there.

FETCH: Come on.

Do it, Nicky.

(door closes)

I can't remember his face.

I can't see it.

Come on, Nicky.

Do it and you can see him again.

NICHOLAS: I'm so sorry.

I'll see you soon.

CHARLIE: Pickin's Pumpkin patch.

He called the pumpkins.

"big oranges."

He had...

light brown hair like yours when you were a kid.

He had rosy cheeks like mine...

when I'm nervous.

Shut up!

Shut up!! Shut up!!!

NICHOLAS: I'm so sorry, bud.

He had bright eyes...

that twinkled like the night sky.

(rope tightens)

(dramatic piano music grows)

(Nicholas sobs)

He had fre-

Has freckles.

In the shape of-

Orion's belt!

(Jacob laughs)

You have to forgive yourself.

We have to let him go.

NICHOLAS: Three.

NICHOLAS: Two.

NICHOLAS: One.

Boom!

(everyone laughs)

(beautiful piano music softly builds)

JACOB: Monster cookies!

NICHOLAS: Monster cookies!

Yawarrr!!

I love you, one.

I love you, two.

NICHOLAS & CHARLIE: I love you three.

(warm breeze blows)

There's my guy.

(Jacob whispers a secret)

All right.

I love you, Jacob.

Now go play.

(music turns dark)

BEAUMONT: Are you ready to come back?

Where the hell are you?

(wooden chair creaks)

BEAUMONT: Be careful Nick.

(Grandma laughs)

Do not let him get to you.

You are in control.

(door slams)

(rope tightens)

FETCH: When Death is nigh upon its ketch...

CHARLIE: Andrew!

FETCH: a fellow soon shall see his Fetch!

When Death is nigh upon-

BEAUMONT: Fight it, Nick!

Fight back!

...shall see his Fetch!

(rope pulls)

BEAUMONT: It's up to you.

CHARLIE: You can beat this, Nick!

FETCH: Make sure it's tight, Nicky!

No!

(rope stretches)

(rope tightens)

(Fetch chokes)

(bone snaps)

(Fetch chokes)

BEAUMONT: Nicholas.

Are you in control?

(breathing stops)

I am in control.

BEAUMONT: Come back in three...

two...

one.

(Nicholas gasps)

(Beaumont laughs)

NICHOLAS: I'm sorry, are you all right?

Yeah.

Don't worry.

I'll get you back when you least expect it.

Ha!

Charlie.

BEAUMONT: It's about that time, Nicholas.

(fingers snap)

Sorry.

I was...

just now seeing that pillow.

BEAUMONT: Eliza made that.

God, she was almost 19.

The day before she died.

She told me the funniest joke.

(Beaumont chuckles)

We laughed till we cried.

We were close, but I just-

I missed all the signs.

I, uh-

I'm so proud of you.

I've had those demons.

And those demons are just like bullies.

You stare them in the eye,

they're cowards, and they'll run.

I don't know how to thank you.

(Beaumont chuckles)

Keep doing what you're doing.

Well...

If you ever need someone to talk...

(Beaumont laughs)

Likewise.

Yeah, well, I don't have a choice.

I'll see you next week.

Yes you will.

Thanks, doc.

(Beaumont laughs to himself)

(workers speaking)

(paper crumples)

This is the last of it.

One last thing, Your Highness.

CHARLIE: It's perfect.

("TWO HANGMEN" by Mason Proffit plays)

(bones crack)