Original subtitles

- Those weren't your patients.

Everybody's dead.

They were mine.

Nebulous.

(thunder clapping)

- Our Father, who art in heaven-

- Should've thought of that sooner, Father.

(dark eerie music)

(voices echoing)

(loud screaming) (gun cocks)

(gun firing)

(sirens wailing) (soft dramatic music)

- [Oliver] I was going to hell.

Not slowly, like most of the people around me.

The shit I'd say to my ex-wife, to my little girls,

all these things inside of me.

I knew things,

things I didn't remember learning or reading,

books and poems.

Come away a human child to the waters and the wild

with the spirit hand-in-hand,

for the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

- Listen, I have to go.

He'll be here any minute, okay?

- [Cassie] Okay, so just tell me.

Who is this guy?

Come on, you said that all the other doctors

tell their wives.

- You know, that's a HIPAA violation.

- [Cassie] Mason. - Okay, all right.

It's Oliver Reese.

The Oliver Reese.

- [Cassie] Why is this guy such a problem?

- When we talk, he goes in circles.

He won't open up.

I've tried every combination.

I think I have a diagnosis and then,

and then he changes.

But to compensate and-

- [Cassie] You can't keep going back to what's done.

Okay, honey?

David gave you no clue.

(knuckles rapping)

- He's here. I'll call you in a bit.

(door closes)

(Oliver sighs)

Would you like to hang your coat?

- Not my coat.

Relax, doctor.

Everything is gonna be fine. I feel great.

How do I look?

- Well, you're smiling.

- Oh, is that important?

Have you been waiting for me to cry, Doc?

Do I need to cry and be cured?

Should have told me.

Ah.

- What's that? (latches click)

(dark eerie music)

- An instrument.

- You play music?

- Death.

What else would you call a .32 caliber pistol?

- That's, that's not funny, Oliver.

- You know what the problem is?

Impulse.

Fuckin' impulse.

Things are goin' in the wrong direction for me.

- N-no, you're all right.

Listen to me. You're gonna be all right.

I'm here for you. - You thought about it.

I'm sure you have, right?

You thought about death. - You're scaring me, Oliver.

Is that what you want?

- You know, last night I went outside

and there was this beautiful hummingbird, just right there.

Just, just that close.

You should have seen it.

Its tiny little wings were flapping so fast.

It was like a blur.

Do you what the heart rate is for a hummingbird, Doc?

For us, as you know, it's, uh, it's 60.

What do you think it is? Take a guess.

What do you think? It's 1200. 1200.

Nature is fuckin' awesome! (laughs)

I swear that little bird was lookin' at me.

We were looking at each other.

Before I could do anything, it came at me.

It attacked my eye.

I couldn't get away and it stuck its beak right in there,

and it sucked the juice outta my eyeball.

Tell me something, doc.

If that's the kind of shit that happened

to you when you went to sleep, what would you do?

- Let me have that gun.

- [Oliver] I can't stop the things that are comin' in.

- Close the case. - I'm gettin' a little testy.

- [Mason] Oliver.

- I just wanna take a quick shit, you know?

- Close the case. Give it to me.

Did you hear me? This is enough.

Let me have it, now.

(intense dramatic music)

- Doctor, doctor, doctor.

I don't think you can make me well.

(intense dramatic music)

(thunder clapping)

- He's obsessing about his patients.

He's isolating from relationships.

First you, then us.

- [Mother] Yeah, I know.

I'm not the mother he wanted.

That's why he's a psychiatrist, right?

He wants to be the exact opposite

of what our family has always been.

(crow cawing)

We are seers.

I've been sensing something.

- Okay.

- [Mother] It's dark and it's close.

You and Mason need to be careful, okay?

(dark eerie music)

(Mason breathing shakily) (soft flute music)

- Why would you do something like that?

- I just really need you to understand

how fucked up I feel. - Oliver, look at me.

The truth.

Do you feel you might hurt yourself?

Or anyone else?

(Oliver sighs)

(soft suspenseful music)

(dark eerie music)

(soft suspenseful music)

Oliver, I, I've failed you.

I'm sorry.

You need to transfer to someone with more experience.

(bright flute music)

Your board is not gonna postpone again.

They're determined to see their merger go through.

There's still time.

None of this is helping you.

Let's be reasonable.

(chimes jangling)

This is the problem, Oliver.

This, this type of behavior.

This is the very problem we're facing.

(rainwater rushing)

How about a change, huh?

How about a positive change, huh?

(bright flute music) (dark eerie music)

- Fine.

- Great. I'll text you the names of two of them.

I'll let them know I referred you.

- That's gonna make you feel better.

- You will go, of course.

- Nah.

- You said no?

- By nah, I meant that fuck that.

I'm not goin'.

- Why won't you understand? I'm out of ideas.

- I'm not goin' anywhere else.

- Yes, you are.

- Your job is to listen, right?

Well, listen to this.

No, I'm not.

- You're being foolish. - You're a fuck up.

- Why in the world do you even wanna see me?

- Because I like you.

- That's insane.

- I'm pretty sure you don't say that

to a mental patient, doc.

- Then let, let, let's keep trying.

You know, I'll, I'll, I'll book a-

- Ah, now you said you already tried everything.

(dark eerie music)

You know, I didn't just come to you because they said so.

I did my research.

You were highly recommended.

Best graduate ever.

And here's the thing, though.

You don't trust yourself.

Ah, what the hell?

Chill, sweet, doctor.

(intense dramatic music)

- [Cassie] Are you coming out?

I'm walking- - [Mason] I screwed up.

I screwed up again.

Are you listening? - What? No, I'm here.

I need you to take me to rehearsal.

He has to want to help himself, okay?

Just let it go.

- [Mason] He's gonna do something.

- [Cassie] Should you call 911?

- For when?

Tonight? Next week?

- I don't know.

- Even if I ask, he won't come back.

Like he knows I've tried everything.

- [Cassie] Okay, well, there has to be something.

- Oh, damn it.

He just... (crow cawing)

- Hey, what about that class that you were taking

when we first met?

- It was a throwaway elective.

He's not quitting smoking.

- Ostrich.

You're an ostrich. (Mason scoffs)

Your head is buried in the ground.

You know there are things that happen around you

that you have no idea about

until they actually happen to you?

It's not always what you can see, Mason.

- I'll take you.

- [Cassie] I'm gonna take an Uber.

(Mason sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Doctor.

- Can you tell me when you learned to ride a bicycle?

Did you ever win a trophy for anything?

When did you learn to swim, Oliver?

Didn't it ever strike you as odd?

At best, you have a few sketchy memories

of anything before 12.

Virtually the day after your father left,

your memory is excellent.

- Yeah, well, what is that supposed to mean?

- No, I don't know.

- Are you saying I purposely forgot shit

from when he lived with us?

Are you sayin' what I think you're sayin'?

I mean, you think he, like, he played my piccolo?

- I don't know.

- Go on.

- The reason I called

is that there is one more thing.

(soft dramatic music)

Okay.

Are you feeling comfortable there?

Would you like to sit in this chair?

We can do either. It's not a problem.

- Come on, doc. Let's pretend, huh?

Let's pretend this is the 50th time, not the first.

- Go ahead. Lie down and relax.

(Oliver exhales)

Begin to let go.

Yeah, that's right.

- What do you mean that's right?

It means you're doing well and relaxing.

- Yeah. Who's relaxing?

You said relax.

I'm the furthest from relax right now.

- This is not gonna work unless you want it to.

- Right, doctor. I goddamn don't want it to.

I purposely want to fuck myself.

- All right, all right.

Is there any chance you can minimize the profanity?

- Oh, Jesus. Why the fuck do you give a fuck?

Huh, we have bigger problems here than your sensitivity

or your sensibilities or whatever the fuck!

- Clearly it makes you more comfortable.

- Yeah. F-bombs make me comfortable.

- Okay. (Oliver sighs)

- Well, let's, let's start again.

- Shouldn't you have a watch, right?

You swing it and I look at it and it helps put me under?

- Perhaps hypnotism was a bad idea.

- Yeah. Yeah, maybe you're right.

- Look, Oliver, for us to have any modicum of success here,

we're gonna do this my way or no way at all.

So no watch.

(Oliver sighs and exhales)

All right. Good.

Allow your body to relax.

(Oliver sighs)

Let yourself drift.

Up

and down.

Up

and down.

I'm going to count down from 10.

With each snap, you will fall deeper

and deeper.

Take in my voice.

(fingers snap)

10.

Your mind grow heavier, fog increases.

Nine.

(fingers snap)

You are entering a stage of deep sleep.

(fingers snap)

Eight.

When I clap my hands, you will awaken refreshed,

as if you had the best sleep of your life,

but always with total recall.

I want you to remember one word.

Apple.

What is the word?

(Oliver speaking in foreign languages)

(hands clap)

- It worked, didn't it?

- There was a word I asked you to recall.

Can you tell me what it is?

- No.

I don't know. Is that bad?

- The patient usually remembers their session.

Perhaps you went into a stage of sleep.

Did I actually do it?

He recited apple in several different languages.

Three that I know of.

He's barely got a high school education,

but has built a successful construction company.

He plays the piccolo, but doesn't remember learning,

and now he seems to have some knowledge

of at least five different languages?

Who is he?

Who is this man?

(dramatic music)

(chanting in foreign language)

(intense dramatic music)

- [Cassie] Well, what are we gonna do?

You've been building such a good practice here.

- Did they offer it to you?

- [Cassie] No. They have to finish auditions.

He said it was just a formality.

- Her daughter, a soprano at Juilliard.

Mommy must be thrilled.

Son-in-law, doctor.

Daughter an opera singer.

The perfect family.

My family, we go back generations in Italy.

Some of the Santinos were insane.

Some were criminals.

But all I can think about is Oliver.

I can't turn my mind off.

I've been reading, preparing.

I am focused every minute.

I won't allow myself to fail.

Not under any circumstances.

(wind chime jangling)

He's estranged from his wife and his children.

If he loses the company that he built and loves so much,

it'll push him over the edge.

We're going to continue with hypnotism today.

Will it help me access his past?

Allow your body to relax.

Return to sleep now.

(fingers snap)

Now we're going to go back in time, Oliver.

You'll recall events from your past with the freshness

and accuracy as if they were occurring today.

I want you to go to a time when you feel affected,

negatively affected.

Are you doing this, Oliver?

- Their dresses are filthy.

There's dirt on their faces.

There on their little necks.

Their tiny necks.

They won't stop crying.

- Your daughters?

- They heard us fighting.

- Well, let's move on from that memory.

I want you to go even farther back.

Much, much farther back.

I want you to go to a time when you were young.

(thunder clapping)

Are you there? (chimes jangling)

How old are you?

(electricity crackling)

- They want something.

Eight.

- Eight. Where are you?

(door creaking)

- My house.

(footsteps approaching)

- You all right, Oliver?

- [Oliver] Yes.

- [Mason] Are you telling me the truth?

- I don't wanna be here.

- I know it's hard, but if you stay, I can help you.

- I shouldn't be here.

- These things feel bad, but they can't hurt you anymore.

You're just gonna tell me what already happened.

Tell me what you see.

That's why we're here together.

- Blood. - What was that?

- There's a basin.

- Go on.

- It's filled with my blood.

- Why is it?

Are you hurt?

Is there anyone else there?

- [Oliver] Mmm.

Mmm-hmm.

- You're all right, Oliver.

You're okay.

- They're all worried for me.

They say I'm yellow.

I have a fever.

- [Mason] Jaundice?

- [Mother] (crying) I beg of you!

- Mother's crying.

- [Mother] Oh, please! - [Father] Take his arm!

- The places they cut me up.

I'm bleeding. - [Mother] No!

- Who cut you?

- I think I soiled the bed.

The old lady, she's giving me things, making me drink.

- What things?

Oliver? I asked you, what things?

- She says it's turmeric root, saffron.

Celandine.

(chime jangling)

- [Mason] Herbal medicine.

She gave you herbal medicine.

- And topaz.

She's chanting to the spirit world.

She's helping me, making me stronger.

(shaman chanting indistinctly)

- Oliver?

(Oliver moaning)

Don't fight it.

- I just want him to accept me.

- Who? Your father?

- That's all I need.

- Is it your father? - I have this knife.

They're all sleeping now.

It's, it's their turn.

- [Mysterious Voice] Click.

Click.

- No, no, no! - [Mason] You're all right.

- No, no, no, no!

- Wake up. (hands clapping)

- Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Phew, shit.

Well, what'd I say?

What, did I do something bad?

- I instructed you to have full recall.

- Okay, well help me out, doc. What happened?

- You were talking about being jaundiced, herbal treatment.

An old lady. You had your father's knife.

You were emotional. This means something.

I don't know what yet, but it is leading us somewhere.

(bell chimes)

Sorry. My next appointment.

(wind howling)

(heavy metal music)

(dramatic classical music)

- Hey, there's something that I need-

- It's revenge.

He's angry that I was gonna send him somewhere else.

- Yeah, well, how do you know?

- 'Cause he was making it up as he went.

There's no childhood illness in his records.

It's all nonsense.

He felt betrayed, humiliated.

Now he wants to humiliate me.

- Exactly.

It's a twisted game, and you're his Leporello.

(lighter flicks)

You know he's never gonna hurt himself.

- Mmm, it's funny.

You're not afraid that you might be wrong.

You're just afraid I won't leave this place when you...

- You can do whatever you want, Mason.

- Uh, so can you. (Cassie scoffs)

- You want me to be honest. I'm being honest.

- You need to stop bringing your work home.

- This is a man's life, Cass.

- Okay, but what about our life, because-

- Eh, eh, eh, enough. Please?

Goodnight.

- Yeah, whatever.

(dramatic classical opera music)

(phone ringing)

- [Kayla] You've reached my mommy's cell phone.

- [Mason] Shit.

- [Kayla] You'll be lucky if she calls you back.

- [Mother] No, that's not true.

- [Oliver] Fuck!

- [Kayla] I'll get back to you as soon as I get it.

(heavy metal music)

(chime jangling)

- [Mason] Bloodletting, childhood diseases.

(thunder clapping)

Celandine, topaz.

(Mason mumbling)

Bloodletting was commonly practiced for ailments

such as jaundice and liver diseases.

A basin would be used to collect blood.

(electricity crackling)

Many villages had a shaman, usually an older woman,

who would speak to the spirit world.

This confluence of practices is attributable

to early settlers circa the 1600s.

(chanting in foreign language)

- [Mysterious Voice] Click, click.

(chimes jangling)

(blood dripping) (rain pattering)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie whooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(chanting in foreign language)

(waves crashing)

(phone ringing)

- [Oliver] Doctor.

- I'm gonna ask you a question about

our last session, Oliver. - [Oliver] Okay.

- How much of it was genuine?

- [Oliver] What?

- How can we get anywhere if you won't be honest

and do the work? - [Oliver] Fuckin' idiot.

Sorry. I, I, just traffic.

- Truly hope you're capable of more than

just childish pranks, Oliver.

- [Oliver] You are the idiot, all right?

There's not, there's no traffic. Okay?

- I wanna be honest with you. - [Oliver] Finally.

You're beginning to display borderline traits.

- [Oliver] Speak English.

- The worst of the personality disorders.

The most deceptive, manipulative.

- [Oliver] Who is this? My wife.

- I'm trying to help you,

but you continue to waste valuable time.

- [Oliver] Well, there you go then.

Why would I pull this shit, huh?

- But how do you suddenly know what you pulled?

- [Oliver] Fuckin'! Whatever it was, doc!

You know the shape I'm in! - Actually, I don't.

I don't know the shape you're in.

I don't know what if anything you've said is true.

- [Oliver] Really? You are being an asshole.

- Oh, its perhaps better than being a fool.

- [Oliver] Well, yeah. You got fool covered, too.

- Okay, that's enough, Oliver.

This is not an appropriate direction.

- [Oliver] I told you, I don't remember shit.

All right, now you say that I'm full of shit.

Well, guess what?

Fuck you very much, doc! (dial tone beeps)

- Call Oliver Reese.

(phone ringing)

Just answer. Answer me.

Come on.

(car approaches)

(engine stops) (car door closes)

(crow caws)

- [Mysterious Voice] Hey.

(birds chirping)

Dr. Santino.

(wind howls) (soft eerie music)

(crow caws)

(leaves rustling) (wind howling)

(soft eerie music)

(creepy exhaling)

(wind howling)

Doctor?

(soft eerie music)

(bell chimes) (knuckles rapping)

- I let you experiment on me with that sideshow bullshit.

You asked me to put myself out there and I did.

And because I did what I was told,

exactly the way you told me, this is my reward.

(Oliver sighs)

- You know, you, you, you never mentioned

you were a history buff.

- What do you mean?

- Are you gonna tell me you don't have an interest in it?

- In what?

- History.

How about early settlers to this country?

Say the 1600s?

You said you researched me. - Yeah.

- You like to do research, don't you?

(both chuckling)

(dark eerie music)

Oliver?

What's happening?

(chanting in foreign language)

What is it?

(Oliver murmuring)

Is it pain? Tell me.

(Oliver gasping)

Oliver?

- [Oliver] No! (gasping)

- [Mason] Tell me what you need.

- [Oliver] Oh-oh-ah!

- [Mason] Tell me!

(Oliver groaning)

- I can't breathe.

(Oliver groaning)

- [Mason] Hang on. I'm coming.

(Oliver groaning)

You're having a panic attack.

Breathe. (Oliver gasping)

Breathe.

You're okay.

Slow down. Breathe slow.

Slower.

Slower.

There we go. I'm here.

- [Oliver] Ah!

- I'm gonna help you Oliver, okay?

I'm not going anywhere. All right?

Just keep breathing for me.

Slow it down. You're okay.

- You don't understand.

I'm hearing things.

People.

In my house, in different rooms.

These, these voices, they're,

they whisper to me.

And then they're gone.

- You drift off. You're exhausted.

- Every time I laugh, I feel suicidal.

I've never laughed so much in my life.

- I told you what you should do.

- I told you I ain't going nowhere else.

Huh?

Well, you just wanna sit here or what?

- Are you prepared to take it seriously?

- You just make sure you do your job.

(soft dramatic music)

- Let's go back now.

(people laughing)

Where are you all?

- Eh.

Eh, cellar.

- In the cellar? - Yeah.

(toad croaking)

- [Kid] Grab it! - Got it.

- What?

- He's kicking, but I got him.

- Who? - The toad.

- There are toads in your cellar?

- Yeah.

Tell me what's around you.

(kids laughing)

- Mom is taking us to the,

this is the Great Exhibition.

- Is she with you now? (knuckles rapping)

- The night soil men are here.

- [Worker] For this job.

- There. There, Father.

(footsteps clomping)

Tonight, I'm stronger. (bottle clattering)

I, tonight I'm gonna...

(water pouring)

Mmm.

- [Mason] Oliver?

(father gasping)

- In his water.

It won't take much. Just a touch.

- [Worker] Who would've done such a thing?

- Not much at all.

- Not much of what?

What are you doing? - Arsenic.

- [Worker] The doctor! Go, you!

- It's hidden. He won't know.

Tonight he's gonna-

- Oliver? Oliver?

- [Kid] No! (Oliver whimpering)

- It's okay, Oliver.

- [Kid] No, no, no!

- Relax. (mother screams)

- Oliver.

Just relax for me.

(kid screaming) (dark sinister music)

- Wake up! (hands clap)

(Oliver grunting)

You're all right. You're okay.

- What happened?

- Everything's fine. You're in my office.

- No, something's wrong.

This is, this isn't me.

This is. (rope creaking)

I, I can't control it.

The thoughts running through my head.

(rope creaking)

- [Wife] Kayla!

- Come on. We're just gonna go.

We're just gonna go away for a little bit.

- [Daughter] No, I don't wanna go.

- [Wife] Girls, where are you?

- I don't wanna go, no! - Listen, listen.

We're just gonna have a little fun.

It's gonna be good. - No, I don't want to.

I want Mommy. - [Wife] Oliver!

- No, no! - It won't be long.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Just for a little bit.

- [Kayla] I love you, Daddy.

- Stay with me. Come on, please!

I just wanna spend some time with the girls.

Please! Huh?

A little time. Come on.

Just a little time.

They are the flesh of my flesh,

but all I bring them is pain.

Through me is the way to the city of woe.

Through me is the way to sorrow eternal.

Through me is the way to the lost below.

Doctor, I'm sorry.

I'm, I'm really sorry.

- There's nothing to be sorry about.

- [Oliver] You're not gonna leave me, are you?

Please help me.

Please. (crying)

Please, please help me.

- Sometimes this is just the way things work.

Go from point A to point B.

You're in excellent hands.

I believe in you, David.

You're gonna get even better care than with me.

The other residents are here for you.

You can call them anytime.

Is that okay?

(sirens wailing)

Uh.

Thank you, David.

- Ciao, sweet doctor. (kiss smacking)

(soft dramatic music)

(chanting in foreign language)

(crows cawing)

(gun cocks)

(crows cawing)

- How'd it go?

- Can you keep an eye on him?

I still think there's some.

(gun firing) (bystanders screaming)

- [Bystander] Call 911!

Help! Call 911!

- [Mason] He's a good man, professor.

- You're doing everything you can.

I'm sure you're familiar with similar case studies

in the literature.

- Yes, and the charlatan's doing regression therapy.

- I take it then you don't believe we have a soul?

- Oh, no more than a lizard.

- I don't know about you, but I'm no lizard.

- Oh, come on professor.

You're a scientist. We're organisms.

When we die, we die. That's it.

I mean, you know my family has always been

into spirits and mysticism.

I grew out of it.

- I look up, Mason, (screen crackling)

and I know I'll never grasp infinity.

What dark matter that holds our galaxy together.

It's as a scientist,

I know there's more than my flesh.

Anyhow, one day we'll find out.

I reviewed the notes from your case.

Using hypnosis in this way seems to have worked, Mason.

I think we should consider submitting to JAMA

or even the "American Journal of Psychiatry."

- Thanks. It's a defense mechanism, professor.

Under hypnosis he's pulling memories that he's forgotten,

but his subconscious hasn't.

Probably from his previous schooling, history lessons.

Well, he builds a world around those memories

and he inserts himself in as an alter ego.

- If what you're saying is correct,

he'll lead you to his real trauma.

Only it'll be disguised in this fictional

past life he's creating.

- [Narrator] The Great Exhibition,

daring in its concept and brilliant in all the details

of its management, (phone ringing)

would improve to be one of the greatest phenomenons

of the Victorian era.

- [Receptionist] UCLA history department.

How can I direct your call?

- Um, hello?

- [Secretary] Dr. Pelka's office.

- Oh, this is Dr. Santino.

I work with Dr. Diane Schlesinger.

May I speak to Dr. Pelka right now, please?

- [Secretary] What is this regarding?

- It's, it's personal.

- [Secretary] Let me see if he's available.

- Thank you.

- [Narrator] The exhibition.

- [Dr. Pelka] Hello?

- Ah, Doctor. Hi, Dr. Santino.

Just calling in regards to,

I was reading about the Great Exhibition of London

in regards to a patient dealing with regression therapy.

- [Dr. Pelka] The Great Exhibition of 1851 in Hyde Park.

- Yes, I believe so.

- [Dr. Pelka] It's a fascinating time.

What are your, what's your interest in that?

- I'm working with a patient and we're working with some,

you know, past patterns and projected memories.

Any connection to amphibians or toads, frogs,

what that would be connected to,

and if mentioned it's a dream or a nightmare?

- [Dr. Pelka] As far as toads go,

they were actually used as a deterrent for rats,

believe it or not.

There were no flushing toilets at that time.

So night soil men were hired to remove waste,

and the stench was so strong that they had to come at night.

- [Mason] None of this makes any sense.

- [Nurse] Oliver Reese?

- [Mason] I need to get back to real medicine.

I ordered more labs.

Will his blood hold the answer?

- [Nurse] Please take a seat, Mr. Reese.

(intense dramatic music)

- [Oliver] Suppose she doesn't get anything.

What will they say then?

How can I explain it?

I was lying in bed in the dark.

Next thing I knew I was standing on the street.

There was a poem in my head.

Can't you see I'm lying?

Can't you see I'm crying?

Can't you see I'm dying?

Ask me if I'm okay, I'll say I'm fine.

But when I fall, then you'll see I was lying.

- Relax your hand. - [Oliver] I was crying.

I was dying.

(intense dramatic music)

- [Mason] She does whatever she wants

with whoever she wants.

I'm a fool.

It's been right there all along.

(intense dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- [Cassie] Where did you go?

You know that was just my professor, right?

- [Mason] Whatever.

- [Cassie] You know, I don't know how much more

of your jealousy I can take.

- You don't have to take anymore.

Neither of us are happy.

(phone beeping)

(tires screeching)

(toads croaking)

- [Dr. Pelka] They were actually used

as a deterrent for rats.

(toads croaking)

(horns honking)

(toad croaks echoing)

(intense dramatic music)

(chanting in foreign language)

(thunder clapping)

(rain pattering)

(tense dramatic music)

- Cass?

Hey.

Cassie?

(soft dramatic music)

(light switch flicking)

(soft dramatic music)

Cass?

(thunder clapping)

(wind howling) (chimes jangling)

(loud rustling)

(chimes jangling)

(wind howling softly) (rain pattering)

Cass?

(steps creaking)

- [Mysterious Voice] Click. (Mason gasps)

(wind blowing)

(dark eerie music) (Mason panicking)

Where'd you go?

(dark eerie music) (rain pattering)

(loud clicking)

(dark eerie music) (rain pattering)

(rising suspenseful music)

Cassie?

Cassie?

Cassie?

What the fuck?

(Mason gasping)

(wind howling) (rain pattering)

(rainwater rushing)

Your daughters are adorable.

- I woke up on the kitchen floor

holding that picture.

- And you don't remember going there?

- Eh, I don't remember a lot of things.

- Have your blood work.

You have a slight hypernatremia.

That's sodium.

Potassium's normal and your chloride was a little high,

but that doesn't mean much.

There's no toxins.

I'm gonna order you an EEG and a brain MRI.

Okay?

Oliver?

What is it?

- I saw her last night.

- She, she killed herself with a knife.

- What did you see? (dark eerie music)

- It was bad.

Uh.

No, you know what?

That wasn't her. - What did you see?

- Nothin'.

It was, now think about it, it's not her.

- [Mason] But you said you saw her.

- I saw, I'm jacked up, you know?

I, it was, it wasn't her.

Now that I look at her, it wasn't her.

- Yeah, but you said she killed herself.

- No. It was my wife, and she cut herself cooking.

- You said you saw her.

- Yeah, yeah, I, shit! I said a lot of shit, okay?

- Just, just breathe, breathe.

- Fuck. - All right?

All right, just breathe.

Breathe.

Do you need me to?

- No. Fuck. Shit.

(Oliver sighs)

(sirens wailing distantly)

Something happened.

- What?

What happened?

- The meeting got moved up.

- Well, when did they tell you?

- A couple days ago.

- Oh, okay. Great. - Great?

- Isn't that what we've been looking for?

Or we can push the meeting another month.

- No, not this time.

- Of course. It's, it's perfect.

They have to give you at least a couple weeks notice.

This is exactly what we needed, Oliver.

- It's too late.

- When?

- I just came from there.

The merger's going through.

They got me. Fuckin'.

It's all on record.

Got me sayin' shit, some fuckin' crazy shit.

I wanna kill 'em.

- Did you tell them that?

- I'm stupid. Fuckin' stupid.

- Okay, well maybe, maybe we can-

- Nah.

We're done.

- But, but there, there's-

- Nah, we're done, Doc.

Just wanted to tie up some loose ends.

- Oh, hold on, hold on.

It's a dark place you're going.

- Yeah. We all go there eventually.

- Come on, Oliver. I'll commit you.

You're not giving me an option.

- I lied to you.

I didn't just come to you because,

because you had openings.

I researched you, looked you up.

It was your name, Santino.

I couldn't believe it.

Your grandmother.

My mother's sister.

I had to lie 'cause you,

otherwise you couldn't have seen me.

So now you have to stop.

- My grandma didn't have any sisters.

- Yeah, that you know of.

- You're lying. - Why don't you fuck off?

- Just stop.

Just come sit down with me, okay?

Come on.

(thunder clapping softly)

I need you to hear me, Oliver.

In no way will I ever leave you.

Do you understand?

(suspenseful dramatic music)

Go back. 1851, London.

The Great Exhibition.

What is your, your name?

- Sam.

- What is your full name?

- Samuel James Griffiths.

(thunder clapping)

(electricity crackling)

- [Worker] The older brother's acting peculiar.

- Ah.

Are you a good boy, Sam?

- I killed my father with arsenic. Mmm.

- Where's your mother?

It's all right.

- [Mother] He's acting so strange.

- She's downstairs.

Mom. - [Kid] Mom!

- [Mason] Did something happen?

- No, no.

- [Mason] Sam, Samuel?

- I don't remember.

(kid sobbing)

- Are you lying to me?

Okay, Sam, I want you to trust me.

- Mmm. - [Mason] Can you do that?

- Mmm. - Okay.

I'm gonna take your hand.

(Oliver whimpering) (dramatic music)

It's a memory. It can't hurt you.

You understand we have to go down there to see, don't you?

Can you take me?

- [Mysterious Voice] Click.

(steps creaking)

- Where are we?

- Going downstairs.

- Good. Very good.

- [Mysterious Voice] Samuel. Samuel.

- [Mason] Can you tell me where we are now?

- The hallway.

- That's a good boy.

Good boy.

- We have to turn here, down this way.

I can almost see it. (footsteps clomping)

- What is it?

- The door. (door creaking)

It's open a little.

- [Mason] Is it in there? - [Oliver] Mmm-hmm.

- Let's both of us go.

You can do it.

If you want, I can go ahead.

I can open the door.

(door creaking)

All right, you're gonna be all right.

Just tell me what you see.

- [Mysterious Voice] Click, click, click, click,

click, click, click, click, click, click.

- I've opened the door.

What do you see?

- [Mysterious Voice] Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

- What is it?

- [Mysterious Voice] Kill. - Mama.

(rope creaking)

She's hanging from a rope.

There's blood. (rope creaking)

She cut her wrists.

(knife slashing) (flesh squelching)

- Oliver.

Awaken now. (hands clap)

Wake up, now!

(hands clap) (Oliver groaning)

- Oh! Oh!

What happened?

Fuck. - Where is your mother?

- My mom?

My mom, she's, uh, in Pamona.

- Your father? - Texas somewhere.

(Oliver panting)

Doc, what did you do?

Huh?

What did you do?

- [Professor] That's a dermatological disorder.

It's not uncommon to reproduce hives.

- Those were not hives. - [Professor] Easy, Mason.

- They were well-defined. Like scars.

- You knew scars don't just appear.

Patients can develop linear hives, drmatographic reactions.

One of the triggers is emotional stress.

Also, it's rare, but victims of extreme childhood abuse

can redevelop old lesions in therapy.

There's a JAMA article about a girl

who reproduced scars in a religious ceremony.

- This is the second time he's talked about

murdering his father,

and this time his mother committed suicide.

- Slow down.

Mason, slow down with this patient.

(phone dial beeps)

(scene whooshes) (static crackling)

(sirens wailing)

- [Dispatcher] We have a 187.

Appears to be strangulation.

(helicopter whirring)

Police are on route.

Air support 10-97 at the scene.

Father and daughter found inside the residence.

Another daughter found outside.

(helicopter whirring)

Canvasing the area.

We have further (indistinct).

Person of interest, ex-husband Oliver Reese.

(rope creaking) (bright flute music)

(dark eerie music)

(dark suspenseful music)

- What is it?

Something wrong?

Cassie.

- You said you wanted to talk.

- Yeah. Oh, it, it seems as if I'm forcing your hand.

- You said neither one of us was happy.

- I think I can guess why you're here.

This way leaving's on your terms.

- I'm a big girl, Mason,

and I don't need to plot and plan a situation

so I'm able to get what I want.

- Well, you're clutching that bag pretty tight.

- You're in the right profession, I'll tell you that.

- Look, if this is what I think it is,

then let's just, let's just get it over with.

- And what do you think it is?

Maybe you think I brought divorce papers?

I, (chuckles) okay, um.

There's something that I need to tell you.

I haven't been completely honest with you.

I did something wrong.

Um, I forgot to take the pill.

And when it ran out,

I never got it.

- Uh-huh.

- And we talked about starting next year,

and I acted like everything was okay

and that nothing was different.

That's why I've been the way that I've been.

I mean, I just...

- I mean, you're right.

It was wrong. Could've been worse.

You could have stopped loving me.

That would've been much, much worse.

- I hoped you wouldn't be angry.

I know that it's sooner than you wanted,

but I took three tests and it's the same.

Like, I even got a blood test.

And honey, it's the same.

- You, you're?

- Six weeks, give or take.

- Oh.

Whoa, whoa.

- Wha-what does that mean?

- It means I'm, I'm glad we talked.

This is...

Cass, sometimes I'm just, I'm just, I'm not a good person.

And I wanna be better, but-

- Oh, I know who you are.

That's why I married you.

- This amazing talent.

We're gonna follow it. - Yeah?

- Wherever it takes us.

And your family's gonna be with you.

- Okay.

- I'm so lucky.

- I've always loved you.

Even before we met.

(Mason laughs)

(soft eerie music)

- Door was open.

You said four o'clock.

- It's okay.

I just surprised him.

I'll see you at home.

(door closes)

- All right, let's, let's go ahead, Oliver.

Let me see your wrist.

- They were gone by the time I'd gone to bed.

- [Mason] And the medication?

Still no sleep?

- No.

- I'll increase the dose.

We still have some room before you get to the max.

- I already doubled it.

I'm not getting any fuckin' sleep.

And what little I do, I'm sleepwalking in my house.

- We'll get you to sleep.

- Nothing is working.

All right, nothing is happening.

- It takes time.

- I'm having blackouts.

Chunks of my life are missing.

(Oliver sighs)

She's not answering. - [Mason] Your wife?

- Usually, eventually she answers,

'cause she knows I got my rights.

She knows I get to see 'em.

- I'm sure you've left messages.

- She'd be happy if I did something to myself.

Now, it might do the world a favor.

- Not at all.

And definitely not for your daughters.

- Okay, doc, let's do this.

- An induction? - No, a fuckin' haircut.

- Well, you have been having some strange associations.

Something is bothering you,

so perhaps we're getting closer to unlocking it.

- Wait, perhaps?

Don't gimme me fucking perhaps.

Make fucking sure!

- I'm, I'm trying.

This isn't a building where you can simply

add more concrete to the foundation.

- Are you patronizing me right now?

- No, no, no. I'm merely saying it takes time.

- You've had a shit ton of time, Doc!

Pull your head out of your ass!

- I, I don't, I don't like your tone.

- Listen to me.

Listen to me! - Stop.

- Listen to me. Hey, do my checks bounce?

Do you have a job? I don't!

No matter what happens here, you'll have a job.

So you need to deliver.

Can you fucking do that, you little shit?

Can you deliver then?

- I'm doing my fucking best!

(Oliver laughs)

- [Oliver] Okay, Doc.

- That was completely inappropriate.

I haven't been sleeping well.

- Okay, Doc. - I apologize.

- (chuckles) Well, it's okay.

It just makes me feel better.

Reminds me that you're human, too.

- Yeah.

- I think you're right.

Something's definitely been happening to me

since we started.

I never felt so raw, so on the edge.

We're getting close.

- Well, despite my unfortunate language,

please understand, I am here for you.

Shall we?

(soft eerie music)

Back now. (fingers snap)

Sleep, Oliver.

Just sleep.

Go back to a time of intense emotional stress.

What are you doing? (door opens)

- I can't find her.

She must be hiding.

And Alisha's in the kitchen.

- Oliver?

Who is it?

- Ah, she's not under the stairs.

Where is she?

- Is it your sister?

- Oh, I know.

I know where she is.

She's down by the swing set.

- Are you going to play with her?

- I want to. Yeah, I wanna play with her.

- Are you in your house, Oliver?

- Yes.

- What year is it? (dark eerie music)

Can you tell me? Oliver?

- I'm going downstairs, yeah.

She answered.

She answered me.

I'm going down there, outside.

(sister giggling)

It's windy.

(sister giggling) (wind howling)

It's blowing her hair all over the place.

She's asking me questions.

I'm making up lies. (laughs)

(sister giggling)

Oh, she's pushing me.

I'm in the swing.

Ha-ha.

Ah-ha, she's pushing me faster.

And, oh-no! (laughs)

I got ahold of her.

- [Girl] Daddy!

- I have her.

(building rumbling)

(hands clap) (books clatter)

- [Mason] Oliver, wake up! (hands clap)

Wake up!

(building rumbling)

(Oliver grunts) Oliver! Oliver!

- [Oliver] Yeah? What happened?

(Oliver groaning)

- The ground was shaking.

Everything was shaking. It's a massive earthquake.

I thought we were gonna die.

- [Oliver] No such luck. You okay?

- Yeah, for the most part. There may be more.

Let's go out the back.

- Those plants. - What about 'em?

- They're still standing.

(birds chirping)

- [Mason] Excuse me? Hi. - Hi.

- Did you feel an earthquake?

- When? - Now. Just now.

It just happened.

- No, but here.

They usually put 'em up pretty quick.

Let me check. - Thank you.

Anything?

- Maybe it'll be up in a little bit?

- Okay, thank you. - Yeah.

- Oliver, I don't understand.

Babe, did you feel an earthquake?

Just now.

(soft suspenseful music)

This is not just in our imagination.

- No. Unless we're both mental.

Hey, maybe it's, uh, a gas line.

You know?

Or there's been lightning strikes.

- You mean like it hit the roof?

- [Oliver] Fuck.

- Well, it is, it's too late to call anybody now.

Just have to wait till Monday.

- That last session really...

That fucked me up.

- It was very strange. - Let's keep goin'.

- Now? - Something's not right.

- We'll increase your medication and give it a week, okay?

- A week? - Yeah. I'm sorry, Oliver.

- I don't, I don't think you understand, Doc.

- [Mason] No.

- I can't take another night! - No.

- Are you listening to me?

I can't handle another night!

- Then we'll admit you. - What the fuck? No!

No fuckin' way.

You're my doctor. Are you my fuckin' doctor?

- All right.

And this time you need to accept whatever we find.

Do you hear me? Accept it.

- You're the one that never bought in.

But you need to right now, all the way!

(thunder clapping)

- All the way.

Where are you?

- At the swing.

She's at the swing set.

- Your sister?

- I don't know what's happening to me, but I have to.

- Have to what?

(thunder clapping) (electricity crackling)

- I can feel her heartbeat in her throat.

She's looking at me like

she can't believe what's happening.

- What? What are you doing?

- I can feel her wind pipe.

- [Girl] I love you, Daddy. - Crickey.

(wind howling)

I can,

I can feel

everything.

- Oliver.

We agreed.

Let it out.

(Oliver exhaling)

Oliver?

Oliver?

Are you still there?

(soft eerie music)

Oliver?

(rain pattering)

Are you still there?

Oliver?

(dark sinister music)

- [Demon] Hello, Doctor.

(speaking in foreign language)

I've been ringing and ringing your bell,

and you finally have accepted me.

- [Voices] Me, me, me, me, me, me.

- I believe the word you're looking for is apple.

(demon laughing evilly)

- Wake up. (hands clap)

(demon laughing evilly)

Wake up! (hands clap)

- Oliver doesn't exist, babe, until it happens to you.

- Oh my God.

- You mucus-filled motherfucker.

You shit-suckling filth!

But you're my filth. (dark sinister music)

- Help!

Help! (shoulder thudding)

(dark sinister music)

(soft suspenseful music)

Oliver?

What?

(flies buzzing)

(chanting in foreign language)

(rising suspenseful music)

(child screaming)

(Mason screaming)

(demon growling)

(Mason screaming)

- I can hear you scream.

You can hear yourself scream.

But you're not making any noise.

(rain pattering)

- My God.

- Those weren't your patients.

Everybody's dead.

They were mine.

Nebulous.

(thunder clapping)

- Our Father, who art in heaven-

- Should've thought of that sooner, Father.

I couldn't control David.

But the others you heard, those were all your relatives,

all the way back to your gypsy roots outside Florence.

When Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni

was shaping David,

your family was shaping an internal covenant with me.

Your blood has been indispensable to me

through the centuries.

But you, Mason.

I've been waiting for you.

(Mason screaming) (dark sinister music)

(Mason choking) (demon growling)

(dark eerie music)

(rain pattering)

(gate clatters)

(rain pouring)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Cassie screams)

- Hey.

(chimes jangling)

It's all right.

- You scared me. - I'm here.

(chimes jangling)

- [Cassie] Where were you?

- Police came.

- [Dispatcher] 911, what's your emergency?

- [Mason] Help. I need help.

He's bleeding. He hurt himself.

- [Cop] The neighbors hear anything?

- No. We were too late.

He's already slit his wrists, then his neck.

- [Cop] Jesus. - Yeah.

(finger tapping)

- [Cassie] Do you need anything?

- You okay, baby?

- I am now.

- Mmm.

Daddy's home.

(dark sinister music) (Mason choking)

(loud whooshing)

(overlapping voices)

(dark sinister music)

(Mason chuckles)

(chanting in foreign language)

- Thanks.

(Mason growls)

(thunder clapping)

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I fear no evil,

for I am.

- [Demon] Evil.

(dark sinister music)

(rain pattering)

(chanting in foreign language)

(dramatic eerie music) (rain pattering)

(rising dramatic music)

(dramatic eerie music) (rain pattering)