Original subtitles

Why do we create,

and then destroy myths?

Oh, come on, people.

This is humanities.

The study of human culture.

The why is integral to our understanding.

Okay, here.

Why do we feel compelled to believe in the first place?

Yeah?

You mean, like, in God?

Sure.

God, gods, the devil, evil,

anything intangible.

God helps us understand things we can't explain.

Without God, we wouldn't know

the difference between good or evil.

What about the 23 percent of Americans

who identify as Atheist?

Surely, they are not all amoral?

No, but just because they don't believe,

doesn't mean there isn't God or the devil.

Prove God and the devil exist.

Faith.

Babe?

Steph?

Stephanie?

Babe, please come back to bed.

Faith is an admirable quality, but...

we often have to distort the facts

in order to serve faith.

Question.

Can we have...

faith...

and facts?

Yeah, Cleo.

Well, I think it's important to trust facts,

but shouldn't we be open to the possibility

that there might be something else?

- Like myth? - Yeah, sure.

Then, why the need to destroy it?

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

By destroying what we create,

perhaps we're all evolving beyond myth.

You know, beyond God and the devil.

Humanity is waking up to the fact

that we just don't need them anymore.

Exactly.

And if that's the case,

I'm afraid there's nothing

that God or the devil can do about it.

- Professor Hancock. - Yeah?

Oh! Oh, uh...

Okay, uh, class dismissed.

# You ask me To be stoned again #

# Been waiting out here For a while #

# At least the wait Could be the end #

# But not likely

It's a creepy tree off of Buckout Road.

And, and then I wake up.

- You wake up? - Yes, I wake up.

Yesterday, I woke up on my neighbor's lawn.

Something terrible is going to happen.

I think I'm being punished.

What do you mean "punished"?

I am going to die.

That was four days ago.

Hmm.

Well, you're the psychiatrist. What's your diagnosis?

It's my opinion

that Stephanie was suffering from schizophrenia.

Mm-hm.

Just to be thorough, I'll review all of her files

and come back with an official diagnosis.

- I appreciate it, Lawrence. - Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Hmm.

Hey, Lawrence, hold up.

I'm sorry if I was rude in there.

Cleo is taking her teacher's death pretty hard.

Look, I, I know it's been a few years,

uh, but do you think maybe you could...

Bring Cleo by tomorrow.

- We'll have a chat. - Thanks.

Okay, my pleasure. Okay?

- Okay. - All right.

Oh, hey, uh, how's, uh, how's Aaron doing?

He's due back soon, isn't he?

Shit.

Hey, I'm so sorry, Aaron.

I was at the police station.

Police station already?

Wow, I just got here.

Were you waiting long?

You tell me. What time were you supposed to pick me up?

Unbelievable.

All settled in?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Oh, yes. Well...

Slow down.

Chew your food.

You're mad at me because I didn't pick you up?

Is that it?

No, I'm mad because I totally saw it coming.

Well, hmm...

You have something to say?

Then say it.

I'm not one of your patients, Dr. Powell.

All right.

On my five-and-a-half-mile walk

from the bus station to the house,

I had plenty of time to think.

And the only question I find myself asking is,

"Why the hell am I here?"

Ever since I was a kid,

from boarding school, to college, to NPS,

I've never been more than an afterthought to you.

And I thought that,

maybe once,

you'd put me first,

and not just put me away.

Sit down.

Now.

You could have easily called.

You could have taken a cab.

But no.

You need a reason to be angry with me your whole life.

And I'm sympathetic to that.

But you need to remember something.

The night you lost your parents,

I lost my only daughter.

When you came to live here,

my job, from that moment on, was to do everything in my power

to ensure that you grew up

to be a strong, independent, well-adjusted man.

And now, you're gonna leave my table,

and accuse me of disrespect.

It seems like I still have work to do.

Uh...

Dr. Powell didn't move, did he?

No, he's here. Come in.

I'm his grandson.

Cleo.

Ah, you ready?

Kant. Seems a little ironic, given the whole

"soldiers having to take orders for a living" thing.

I don't know.

I think it's important to examine cause and effect

without relying solely on empirical knowledge

and analytical reasoning, don't you?

Philosophy jokes, I see how it is.

I'm Aaron.

Cleo.

So that's your major?

Double major in religious studies

and philosophy.

I did it to piss off my grandfather.

Wow.

I think Freud might have something to say about that.

So how long have you been seeing

the great Dr. Powell?

I'm sorry.

That's none of my business.

- I was just... - Dude, relax, it's fine.

Your grandfather was my shrink

back when my mother died five years ago.

Been having these really weird nightmares.

Sorry, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.

I mean, I know that we're veering

into a union thing here, and well,

your Kantian brain might not be able

to grasp what's happening, so...

Hey, uh, would you ever want to get coffee,

or dinner?

Cleo, in the car, please.

Is that your dad?

Sadly.

See ya.

Seriously, Dad?

Seatbelt.

Next thing I know,

I'm being tied at the stake with kindling at my feet.

And then I wake up.

Do you know where they take you?

Yeah.

A clearing off of Buckout Road.

Are you afraid?

Terrified.

A clearing off of Buckout Road.

Are you afraid?

Terrified.

Hey, Grandpa.

Uh, Aaron...

What is it?

I'm, I'm just going to bed, I just wanted to let you know.

Okay.

Ah.

Hey, Aaron.

I'm glad that you're home, son.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hello?

Oh, hey there, Dr. Powell.

What can I do for you?

Hey, Cheryl.

I'm, I'm looking for Roy. Is he here?

Um, no, sir.

Responded to a call out at Buckout Road.

- Really? - Mm-hm.

Couple kids messing around

at the Stephanie Hancock crime scene.

I swear, there's just not enough on television

- to keep some people occupied. - Mm-hm.

Well, just tell him I stopped by, okay?

Oh. You can tell him yourself.

Please, man. Please, man, we're the victims here.

We didn't do anything.

We wanna make our phone call.

Will you two, please, shut the hell up!

Hey, Lawrence.

- Bad time? - Oh.

Ganzer boys.

Loitering at the Stephanie Hancock crime scene.

Idiots were sleeping under the tree,

right inside the yellow tape.

Hey, why don't you give Caroline a call.

I'm sure she's worried sick.

What can I do for you, Dr. Powell?

Lawrence?

You mind if I talk to them?

Yeah, sure, sure. I'm not gonna process.

Just hold them here until their mother comes.

Hopefully, scare some sense into them.

Come on back.

We want our phone call.

We're entitled to a phone call.

You haven't been arrested...

yet.

I'm Dr. Lawrence Powell.

I'm a psychiatrist.

We're not crazy. Is that what you think?

Dude, we're not crazy.

Nobody's saying you're crazy.

Twins, right?

Fraternal.

What were you doing at this tree?

We just woke up there.

You fell asleep there?

No, we woke up there.

Sleepwalking?

Yeah.

Tell me about the sleepwalking.

Well, it's, uh, it's when you fall asleep in one place,

wake up in another.

You and Tweedledum here

compromised an active crime scene.

You think we can't smell the weed

seeping out of your pores?

Look, okay, okay, we, we got high and...

we went to sleep at our house.

We had a nightmare

and we woke up under that gnarly tree.

That's the truth.

You both had nightmares?

A nightmare.

Tell me about it.

It's the 1970's

and we're driving down Buckout Road.

# Nobody can...

Do it, man.

If you do it, I'll make it worth your while.

Okay, all right.

That's, that's enough.

But you wanted to hear it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You honk the horn three times,

and crazy albinos come out and they eat you.

Everybody around here knows that story.

Go on, Erik.

Uh, Derek.

- Dude! - Just...

skip the hand job.

Okay.

I gotta take a leak.

I think I'm gonna go too.

Hm.

Erik?

Erik?

Where are you?

I'm back here!

Erik?

Where are they? I'm getting scared.

I can't see you!

- Where are the girls? - Dude!

We have to go now!

And that's when we woke up.

You expect me to buy for one second

that you two stoners

had the same '80s slasher movie dream?

'70s.

All right.

If I catch either of you two at that tree again,

I'm going to arrest you for criminal trespass.

Do you understand?

All right, come on.

Let's go. Move it out.

Come on, let's go.

Interesting.

Now, what did you want to talk to me about?

Uh, it'll keep.

Oh, the Stephanie Hancock file, can I close that?

Uh, give me one more day.

I wanna be thorough.

Do you know where they take you?

Clearing off of Buckout Road.

Something terrible is going to happen.

I think I'm being punished.

We had a nightmare

and woke up under that gnarly tree.

Hello, this is Lawrence Powell.

I was hoping we could meet.

I'll be stopping by this evening if you're available.

Take care now. Bye.

The night you lost your parents...

Aaron.

I'm glad you're home, son.

Aaron.

It's, uh, it's Roy Harris.

Um...

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

I, I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

He was a good man, son.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Tell me about these dreams.

The dream is fragmented.

I'm in this room

with two other girls, just... waiting.

Do you recognize these girls?

No, but in the dream I know they are my sisters.

Then suddenly we're pulled out.

And then?

And then I wake up.

Do you know where they take you?

A clearing off of Buckout Road.

I want to talk about your mother for a moment.

Five years.

Next week, yeah.

How do you feel about that?

I really miss her.

Grandpa?

From the book of Job.

"As long as my breath is in me,

and the Spirit of God is in my nostrils,

my lips will not speak falsehood."

"And my tongue will not utter deceit."

Good verse.

My grandfather loved Job.

He called him the best bet God has ever made.

Are you a man of faith?

No.

I'm more of a pragmatist.

Uh-huh. But who hath put wisdom in the inward parts?

And given understanding to the mind?

Point taken.

How can I help you?

I haven't been here in years.

This was my grandfather's church.

Welcome back.

What's your grandfather's name?

Pastor Powell.

Lawrence Powell?

You knew him?

I never met the man.

He'd left the church before I took over this parish.

But he called here last week, left a message,

said he was going to drop by, but didn't show.

I don't mean to be insensitive,

but, I understand he lost the faith.

After my mother died, my grandfather decided to...

practice psychiatry full time.

Oh. How is Dr. Powell?

He's dead.

I am so sorry.

Seems like you are searching for something.

I just feel like I hardly knew the man.

When God takes those we love,

we're often confused and angry.

It's a clarion call to action.

Keep searching.

I believe you'll find what you are looking for.

Would you like to pray?

No.

Thank you for your time.

- Mike. - Aaron.

- Welcome back any time. - All right.

Hey!

Okay, whoa, dude!

This is not what it looks like, man.

- Who are you? - No, no, man,

this is a misunderstanding, okay?

Why you breaking into my house?

Because I asked them to.

I know this looks bad.

We just need answers.

Tell me what's going on.

There's something you should see.

This is Buckout Road.

It connects White Plains to West Harrison, New York.

This particular stretch

is home to some of the country's most infamous urban legends.

Buckout Road,

is the most haunted road in America.

This is the site of Buckout farmhouse.

Built in 1852, it was the home of John and Mary Buckout.

John Buckout was a slave owner,

who, according to legend, was driven mad by jealousy,

and beat his pregnant wife Mary

after she allegedly had an affair with a slave.

According to legend, Mary miscarried

and in a desperate act of self-defense,

killed John and then hanged herself.

Mary's ghost is said to come back at night.

An apparition, holding a lantern,

luring lost travelers through the forest

and to their doom.

There are dozens of urban legends

surrounding Buckout Road,

including the one about the flesh-eating Albino twins

that lived in this house back in the 1970's.

Now, the story goes,

that if you pulled up in your car

and honked the horn three times,

the Albino Twins would appear...

And then eat you.

The most notorious of the Buckout Road legends

is of the three witches

who were burnt at the stake in 1650.

Three X's marked where they were killed.

And if you walk over them at a certain time of night,

peculiar things will happen.

Temperatures drop.

Cars have been known to crash.

None of this is real.

Only one in 20,000 people carry the Albinism gene,

so the chances of two in the same family

are pretty slim.

And cannibals? Really?

Throughout recorded history in America,

there has never been a single person

who was accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake.

But what about Mary's ghost?

The lady in white? Does she still roam the woods?

Lantern in hand?

Sorry, folks.

Might make for good campfire stories,

but there are no evil spirits haunting the famed Buckout Road.

It was our class project.

"The Creation and Destruction of Modern Myth."

We chose the Buckout Road urban legends.

About three weeks ago, we started having these

really vivid nightmares.

And then, the sleepwalking started.

Okay, we have a theory.

No, dude, you have a theory.

Dude, you said it seemed plausible.

Yeah, we were high,

anything's plausible when you're high.

We think we might be cursed.

And we're going to end up killing ourselves,

just like Stephanie did.

Get out of my house.

All of you.

Your grandfather recorded all of his sessions, okay?

There might be something in those videos, right?

Something that could help us.

Out!

You think I didn't know

what you and that filthy slave were up to?

Now look at you!

With this nigger baby inside you!

Get up!

Come here.

How many times

- has he put his filthy... - No! Stop!

- ...hands on you? - My baby!

- Huh? - My baby!

No! Please.

- Answer the question. - No, John.

How many?

- You... - No!

...are an unclean whore!

No.

You have nothing to say, huh?

You have nothing to say?

Very well.

I'll say it for you.

No.

No!

You're next, boy!

Christ.

Aaron.

You should come on in.

What are you doing here?

I'm having dreams too.

What?

Tell me everything you know about Buckout Road.

We're gonna need some help.

Yo! We got it!

We have to return it in an hour.

Make a copy of that,

or it's going to cost me another eighth.

What is that?

That is the unauthorized biography

of Westchester county.

It's like a off-the-record recording

of some of the crazier shit that happened around here.

Alse Young?

Right?

Who's Alse Young?

It's the Woman of Windsor.

First recorded instance of a person

being executed for witchcraft.

She was hanged in Hartford, Connecticut,

but there's nothing about Young's trial

or specifics about the hanging itself.

There is no record of this in Hartford.

Okay, it says here that Alse originally lived here

in Westchester with her parents and three sisters.

After she was hanged in Hartford,

a group of vigilante zealots came back here and found them.

In a private tribunal,

Councilor Jonathan Black ordered their execution.

All three women burned at the stake,

off of Buckout Road.

The entire family of five were killed.

Holy shit.

The urban legend is real.

Make that copy and meet at my place in an hour.

Let's go.

Dude.

Dr. Powell's final report on Stephanie Hancock,

retrieved from the crash site.

Well, I'll take it.

Thank you.

- Cheryl? - Yes, boss?

I'm going for a drive.

What does it say about Buckout Road?

There wasn't a Buckout Road back then.

But there is this,

"The landeth is anon cursed

and from this day forward shalt be-est known asdeofol's path."

Deofol?

The devil.

Buckout Road is the Devil's Path.

The dreams,

what do we know?

Each of us is having a dream

related to a Buckout Road urban legend.

We are all sleepwalking.

- What are we missing? - Everything, man.

Why are we having them? How do we stop them?

Are we gonna die?

Is this all just a stupid coincidence?

Buckout Road.

What do we know now that we didn't know before?

We know the legend of the witches is real.

They put a curse on the road.

What are we missing?

How any of this could be even remotely possible.

Come on, we're never gonna get answers until we just admit it.

Admit what?

We're being punished for our project.

Oh, you think we hurt evil's feelings?

Come on!

What's your explanation?

Uh, power of suggestion? We're not cursed.

- But what if we are? - We're not!

- What if we are? - Listen to yourself.

There's no evil. There's no God.

That's why we did this project in the first place,

because I'm an atheist and so are you.

Not anymore.

If you're the ones being cursed,

why am I having dreams of a pregnant woman

being beaten by slave owners?

Wait,

you dream about John and Mary Buckout?

And witches, and '70s muscle cars,

and messed up suicides!

That's something.

But we're dreaming about a specific urban legend,

- right? - Yeah.

And you're dreaming about all of them.

Maybe it's like a virus.

Yeah, like that dream flu that's been going around.

Has the sleepwalking started yet?

No.

It will.

Cleo?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company.

What are you two idiots doing here?

Dad!

I'm sorry, what's going on?

Those idiots...

- Yeah? - ...are my friends!

They're actually in my class so,

way to be paying attention, Dad.

Yeah, speaking of, where were you today?

How do you know I wasn't in class?

Your phone.

- You're geotagging me? - I'm concerned about you.

I don't want you hanging out with any of those guys,

especially Aaron.

You don't want me hanging out with Aaron

because his grandfather died?

I think, given what's happened...

What are you afraid of, Dad?

That I'm going to commiserate?

You should be grateful I have someone that's there for me.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Invite your friends to dinner.

So how are you holding up, Aaron?

- I'm good. - Mm.

Next couple weeks I'm just gonna be taking care of the estate.

Have you got someone to help out?

No, my grandpa took care of everything,

so, I just have to sign a bunch of paperwork

- and sell the house. - Oh.

Are you leaving?

Yeah, I'm going to go back to NPS eventually.

Navy Post-graduate School.

Well, tactical training?

Masters, religious studies and philosophy.

Dad.

Well,

seems like you're not taking advantage of the facility.

Will you, uh, spend your military career praying?

Dad!

Not all wars are fought on the battlefield.

Most are fought in the mind.

Oh, well, you would know.

Is there something you would like to say to me,

Detective Harris?

No. I'm just curious how you're dealing with all that's,

you know, all that's happened.

I'm fine.

You got it all handled? Do you... No, uh...

No sudden urges?

What are you doing?

He's trying to ask me,

in the least subtle way possible,

if I'm going to burn down my grandfather's house.

Why would you burn down your grandfather's house?

Because I did it before.

Dad, is this true?

If he says so.

I mean, by law, I wouldn't even be allowed

to comment on a sealed juvenile case, so...

You know, if you didn't want me to hang out with your daughter,

you could have just manned up and told me to my face.

Excuse me.

Thank you for dinner.

What the hell was that?

Aaron Powell is an unstable young man.

That fire nearly killed someone.

And this is how you want me to find out?

Like this?

They're coming back, right?

Get out.

You shouldn't leave your door open, you know.

All kinds of crazies out there.

Tell me what happened.

My parents had just died in a freak car accident.

I was an angry kid.

One night, I took...

all the family photos I could find

and put them in a trashcan and set them on fire.

I accidentally...

knocked that can over,

and the fire spread to the rest of the house.

My neighbor, Mr. Cooper, pulled me out,

but not before he sustained third degree burns

across 40 percent of his back.

Jesus.

I was arrested for arson,

diagnosed with having a psychotic break

by the esteemed Dr. Lawrence Powell,

who then committed me to the psych ward.

Your grandfather was the one who sent you away?

My whole life.

He shipped me to boarding school.

Boarding school turned into college,

and then I enlisted.

Um, I was at this friend's party,

I wasn't actually allowed to be there.

And I kept seeing the caller ID on my phone.

And I just kept thinking,

I'm dead.

My dad's actually gonna kill me.

I didn't answer the first three times he called.

But then on the fourth, I ran outside somewhere quiet

and I answered.

He was calling from the hospital.

My mother had swallowed over 15 pills.

They couldn't save her.

I just threw up, right there,

on the lawn.

People walking past, laughing.

I just looked like any teenager at any party,

who had had too much to drink.

A week after the funeral, my dad went back to work,

and...

two weeks after that he just stopped talking about it.

Five years this Saturday.

The worst thing about it was...

she didn't even seem depressed.

Nobody saw it coming.

Can we just watch some TV?

Of course.

These three are in league with Satan!

The devil's children!

...these three out!

Lucifer's daughter!

These are the ones.

Everything is prepared.

Bring them to the clearing.

Are you afraid?

I have fixed it,

so it locks and bolts from the inside.

But up here, all these windows?

Why, we'd never know where they were gonna hit us next.

You got a point, Mr. Cooper,

but down in the cellar, there's no place to run to.

I mean, if they did get in,

there would be no back exit. We'd be done for.

We can get out of here if we have to.

We've got windows to see what's going on outside.

Inna Geme Ka!

Enki Geme Ka!

Cleo?

Inna Geme Ka!

Enki Geme Ka!

Inna Geme Ka!

Hey, Cleo?

Okay. All right.

All right.

Oh, my god.

What's happening?

Come and see me again next week.

Reverend Mike.

Aaron!

Change your mind about praying?

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

"Suffering spirit. Suffer hell on earth."

- Where'd you hear that? - Where did you?

Did your grandfather ever show you the archive room?

It was thought that some churches were built

to fight the evil that plagued the area.

The land was cursed.

The church became a sanctuary.

In the case of this particular church,

it was built because of Buckout Road.

You know about Buckout Road?

Everyone here knows about Buckout Road.

"The most haunted road in America."

Sumerian legend.

Enki was lord of the earth,

and Inanna was a deity.

She was sent to hell. Enki tried to save her.

She came back to Earth, but was accompanied by demons

who insisted she wasn't free,

until someone else took her place.

Enki made the choice to replace her.

It's an old fable.

Passed down to many religions throughout history.

Hindus call it Karma,

we've come to understand it as Revelations 22,

verses 18 through 19.

"If any man shall add onto these things,

God shall add onto him the plagues

that are written in this book."

Checks and balances.

If you believe and respect, everything's in balance.

If you don't,

well...

What is that?

It's an ancient symbol predating Christianity.

Roughly translated,

"It's a call to serve."

Zealots would often brand themselves with it in obedience.

Is there anything in that book about the evil?

There's whole sections about the devil demanding

five sacrifices.

Spirits of the departed guiding the living.

Sending Satan back to hell.

Wait, wait, wait. What, what did you just say?

Sending Satan back to hell.

No, about the spirits

guiding the living.

It's meant allegorically.

It's the passing on of traditions and values,

preparing one for the future.

And you believe in all of this?

I believe we've come a long way as a species since then.

Things that were important then,

just aren't very much today.

But isn't it your job to believe?

My job is to offer comfort and council for people who do.

Look.

it's getting late and I have a service to prepare for.

If you'd like to come back tomorrow

and talk some more, you're welcome.

Well, well.

Detective Harris.

You know, Aaron,

lately I've been feeling a little bit

like old Job over there.

Like I'm constantly being tested.

I don't know what the hell happened

between you and Cleo last night,

but she is not doing very well today at all.

So, I'm going to ask you nicely.

Please,

stay away from her.

She told me about her mother's suicide.

Five years ago, right?

She also told me how you shut her out afterwards.

She needs you.

Just...

stay away.

All right, Grandpa.

Show me.

Five years.

Five years.

Five years.

The witches put a curse on the road.

# Nobody gonna take my car

# Nobody gonna take my car

# Ooh, it's a killing machine

# It's got everything

Inna Geme Ka!

Enki Geme Ka!

Hello?

Cleo, you need to get over here.

Right now.

Are you sure the twins are headed there?

Yeah, my dad said he arrested them under the tree.

Aaron! There they are.

Oh, my god. You were right!

Careful when you wake them up, okay?

Remember what happened to me.

Erik! Derek! Hey!

No, no, no.

No! No! No!

Oh, my god!

What the fuck happened back there?

Dad, just back off okay?

What did you do?

He didn't do anything. Jesus!

What, what kind of trouble are you in?

You wouldn't understand.

Look, I can't help you unless I know what's going on, Cleo.

Would we have called you

if we had anything to do with this?

All right. Get home.

Whoa, whoa, not you.

- Wait, Dad, what are... - Home! Now!

If you're not on the first bus out of town tomorrow,

I will build a case against you

that will tie you to all of this.

Maitland, you should take Mr. Powell here home.

You got it. Come on.

Sending Satan back to hell.

It's a call to serve.

They put a curse on the road.

Before thy sister Alse was hanged,

the wretch did confess her sins.

Shall ye confess anon?

Confess to heresy?

Confess to defiling the name of the one true Lord?

Lord saith unto him,

"All these things will I give thee,

that thou wilt fall down and worship me.

Then saith Jesus unto him,

"Get thee hence, Satan!"

For it is written,

- thou shalt worship - Cleo!

- the Lord thy God - Wake up!

and him only shalt thou serve.

Submit yourselves therefore unto God.

Hey! Hey.

What's, what's going on?

Wait.

Don't pull me away.

Please, you have to let me help her.

Jesus Christ, just stop!

Be afflicted, and mourn and weep.

Oh, my god.

Your soul will burn and I shall bathe in the ashes!

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

You shall burn the brightest of all.

Stop!

Arrest that man! Now!

Oh, shit!

Wake up.

Wake up!

Cleo!

Inna Geme Ka.

Enki Geme Ka.

Cleo! Cleo!

Wake up!

Cleo, it's just me.

I know what's happening now.

Freeze! Back away from her now!

Okay. All right.

All right.

- No, Daddy, what are you doing? - Get back in the house now!

Daddy, he didn't do anything!

Lock your door, Cleo! Lock your door!

Daddy? He didn't do anything!

Sit down.

You need to protect Cleo.

What do you think I'm doing right now?

No, listen to me, okay?

Lock her door.

Stop her from sleepwalking!

Good night.

Please!

Rise and shine.

Bus leaves in three hours.

Detective Harris would really appreciate it if you were on it.

- Hey. - Aaron.

Look, you were right.

You've been cursed.

And this evil won't stop until you're all dead.

But I think I know a way to stop it.

How?

We have to go to the church tonight.

There's something there that can help us.

If my dad catches you...

Meet me there at ten o'clock.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Stay close.

It's right over here.

- It was right here. - What?

What's it look like?

It's around here somewhere.

Try over there.

Oh, my god!

Every night, this gets worse and worse.

I'm gonna die.

I can't control what happens in my dreams.

- Yeah, but I can. - What?

Last night, I didn't just see what you were dreaming.

I was in it, okay?

I could change things.

It's gonna sound crazy.

We are way past crazy.

My grandfather.

I always thought he was trying to send me away

'cause he didn't want to deal.

He was trying to protect me.

Prepare me.

Prepare you for what?

For this.

Dad's at the station.

- You sure? - Yeah, I geotagged his phone.

Grab some blankets, something warm to wear, okay?

I'm so tired.

Sleep.

This will all end tonight.

Take me to her.

You think I didn't know

what you and that filthy slave were up to?

Now look at you!

With this nigger baby inside you.

This is your baby! Please.

- That is not my child! - What are you doing?

- Filthy whore! - You've gone crazy, John!

No, no, no!

Cleo!

- Stop! - Jordy! Help me!

- He'd gone crazy! - How dare you walk

into my house, you filthy goddamn nigger!

Help me! Help!

John! Leave him alone!

You have defiled my marriage

and now you are going to die!

Come on! Get back in here and do it!

You promised.

Shit.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Do you dare me?

Cleo, do not honk that horn, okay?

You mean this horn?

Wait, who's Cleo?

Cleo!

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Oh!

Jesus, it's Derek.

Cleo, is that you?

Yes, Aaron, what the hell is going on?

...wretch did confess her sins.

Enki Geme Ka.

Shall ye confess anon?

Enki Geme Ka.

Confess to defiling the name of the one true Lord?

For it is written,

thou shalt worship the Lord thy God,

and him only shalt thou serve.

Draw nigh to God and he will draw nigh to you.

Cleanse your hands,

- ye sinners. - Enki Geme Ka.

And purify your hearts, ye double-minded.

Be afflicted,

and mourn and weep.

The fire shall cleanse,

and burn away your damnation.

Come and you'll burn.

Your soul will burn and abate in the ashes!

You!

Enki Geme Ka.

You shall burn the brightest of all.

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

Inna Geme Ka. Enki Geme Ka.

Where are my sisters?

Cleo, I need you to wake up.

My sisters! Where are my sisters?

Hey, hey, hey.

It's over.

Cleo, it's over. This isn't you.

Let her go.

Let her go now!

Aaron?

- Cleo, it's you! - Oh, my god.

Five years, five souls, and by thine own hand.

- Cleo, wait! - Aaron, we were so wrong.

I saw everything. I saw everything!

I know what it wants!

What are you talking about?

The three witches didn't put a curse on Buckout Road.

They were binding the evil that has always existed here.

In order to break the binding, on the fifth year,

the road needs five sacrifices by thine own hand.

Suicides.

Yeah.

Inna Geme ka wasn't a curse.

It was meant to protect us.

- He's coming. - Who?

I know what we have to do. We just have to wake up!

Die, witch. Die!

No, no, no.

No. No.

Wake up.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Oh, god.

Let me see your hands!

Drop that knife! Get down on your knees!

Do yourself a favor.

Confess.

Manslaughter, you're out in ten.

But if you make us do the work on this,

we're going to hit you with murder.

First degree.

You hear me?

The advantage of a small-town police station.

Privacy.

Good news.

Cleo survived.

I want a lawyer.

Don't you worry. Where you're going,

you'll have plenty of lawyers to choose from.

See the thing is, Aaron,

I am very good at what I do.

I'll bet you think you changed something.

That you brought down some sort of divine providence.

Well, this is a cycle...

son.

And it's unending.

Anything you think you changed, you didn't.

Nothing changes.

It's been this way forever.

My job is to make sure that if a sacrifice is required,

everything runs smoothly.

I no longer question.

Back then there may have been more of a ritual.

But the job...

has always remained the same.

Every five years, he must have his sacrifices.

I'll admit, my job is a lot easier if you don't have faith.

But faith makes you competitive.

Faith makes you dangerous.

And that's when I'm required to get a little more hands on.

You know what the difference is between our sides?

Your God would never allow Abraham to sacrifice his son.

Not because Abraham wasn't faithful.

Because your God...

doesn't have the balls.

- Dad's at the station. - You sure?

Yeah, I geotagged his phone.

Grab some blankets, something warm to wear, okay?

When you are called, you serve.

When you serve, you are rewarded.

By thine own hand, by my hand.

It really doesn't matter.

It's all His hand.

I am his emissary.

I am his vessel.

And I will get my reward.

You see, 15 years ago, I was given a test.

Your parents.

And with every test I pass, I grow stronger,

more supported.

More protected.

And now, my friend, I am too big to fail.

You, on the other hand, have failed at every turn.

I have taken everything from you,

but now I'm giving you a chance to pass your test.

Tonight, in your cell,

you will find a very sharp knife under your pillow.

And maybe,

you cut your veins,

and you sleep.

Think about Cleo.

Do you really want her to suffer night after night?

Take your life and I can promise you,

Cleo will be safe.

The dreams will end.

But if you don't,

you will be stuck in a hell that is never-ending,

and you will die regardless and it'll be for nothing.

Have your sacrifice mean something.

Save Cleo.

Pass your test.

He is coming.

And there is nothing that you can do about it.

He may be coming,

but he ain't coming tonight!

Hey!

Come here, you.

What the hell happened?

The kid went off.

He snapped.

You are going away for a long time.

Come on.

You see?

It's like I said.

Protected.

Come on!

This is the commissary. I mentioned Harold.

Harold! You having a good day?

Good!

And this is Aaron Powell.

Admitted five years ago.

Convicted of multiple homicides and attempted murder.

Reportedly there's a history of psychotic episodes.

But I haven't seen a single one yet.

In fact, he hasn't spoken a word since he arrived.

Most days he sits by this window and stares out at the grounds.

Okay.

Sweet dreams.

These assholes again?

I just fought these guys three nights ago.

Hey, soldier boy.

Cleo?

Are you really here?

You've been at this a long time.

Night after night.

You never gave up.

You did this for me.

Hey.

What do you say we kick these guys' ass and go home?

Yeah, all right.

# Can I scream?

# Can I?

# We lack the motion

# To move to the new beat.

# Woo

# We lack the motion

# To move to the new beat.

# It's here for us to admire

# If we can afford The beauty of it. #

# Can afford the luxury Of turning our heads. #

# If we tried, if we tried If we tried! #

# Adjust The thousand-dollar smile #

# And behold The creation of man #

# Great words won't Cover ugly actions #

# Good frames Won't save bad paintings #

# Woo

# We lack the motion

# To move to the new beat

# Yeah

# We lack motion

- # When the day's over - # Hey

# And the doors Are locked on us #

# Money buys the access

# And we can't pay the cost

# How can we expect Anyone to listen #

# If we're using The same old voice #

# We need new noise

# New art for the real people

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We enjoy all the wrong moves

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We're not, leading

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We enjoy all the wrong moves

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We're not, we're not

# Leading

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We enjoy all the wrong moves

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We dance To all the wrong songs #

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# We dance To all the wrong songs #

# We're not

# Leading

# Yeah

# Yeah

# Yeah

# The new beat, the new beat

Thank you.

# I love you Till the day I die #

# So don't die today Please don't die today #

# Everything but you Is an ugly lie #

# That's not how you pray That's not what you say #

# If I'm here when you're gone I'll fall apart #

# Stop your crying now Stop your crying now #

# What's the point of life Without my heart #

# You're not dying now You'll survive somehow #

# Do you want to die together?

# Yes I do, yes I do

# Do you want to die together?

# Yes I do, yes I do

# Do you want to die together?

# Yes I do, yes I do

# Do you want to die

# Together?

# It's been the night Since you've been gone #

# Please I have to go Please, please let me go #

# What's the use of writing One more song? #

# 'Cause it's what you know 'Cause it's what you know #

# It was you and me That's what you said #

# And it's always true Aren't I here with you? #

# I may look alive But inside I'm dead #

# Then let's make it true Let's make it true #

# Do you want to die together?

# Yes I do, yes I do

# Do you want to die together?

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# Do you want to die together?

# Yes I do, yes I do

# Do you want to die

# Together?

# Yes I do, yes I do