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(Ominous Music)

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Hello?

Doctor Murphy?

Yes, this is Doctor Murphy.

This is Larry Walsh.

What can I do for you?

We've got another temporary hold

that they need evaluated.

Has he been booked?

They haven't booked anyone in years...

unless it's a slam dunk guilty verdict.

Every facility is maxed out.

They just slap a jumpsuit on them and send them our way to weed out the nutjobs.

That's why I'm calling you.

What about McNeal?

He's tied up over in Essex.

You're up to bat, Doc. -What time?

-11:00am -Alright.

See you then.

Great.

Oh, and, uh, you have another one at 2:15pm, Ward C.

Murphy?

Murphy.

(Foreboding Music)

You're late.

How is he?

Calm, Cool,

Collected.

Mint?

Thanks.

Don't forget, Ward C, 2:15pm.

(Anticipatory Music)

Good morning.

I'm doctor Erin Murphy, and I have been asked by the state

to have a chat with you to see where you stand in regard to your mental health.

Man, how bad did you fuck up to land this gig?

What was it? Booze?

Meth?

Diddling someone's husband? Son?

Ooh, Daughter?

Come on, spill it.

What's the backstory here, Murph?

Oh, you don't mind if I call you Murph, do you?

I mean, seeing as how we're friends at all now, right?

There's no name listed here for you.

What should I call you?

Tell you what, Murph,

I like you.

And if it'll help you get to know me,

then you can call me...

Bob.

I like Bob.

As far as names go, it's right to the point.

Okay, Bob It is, then.

Fantastic.

I'm all yours, Doc.

First of all, Bob, I need to know that you are fully

aware of why you are here.

What?

You mean like in this room?

or in like the bigger picture, grand design of it all?

In this room, Bob.

Oh, yeah, they, um...

they mentioned something about a missing girl

or something.

yes. This missing girl, Bob.

According to eyewitnesses, she was last seen talking with you

at Thompson Garden.

It Could be, but I talk to a lot of people.

I'm kind of a people person, Murph.

What?

People like me. I have lots of friends.

Besides, there is much more to me than you think.

Anyway, I have lots of admirable qualities.

And what would you say is

your most admirable quality, Bob?

Well, not to brag,

but I do have a bit of a reputation for being an excellent storyteller.

So you're a writer.

What? Oh, God, No.

No, I'm not that messed up.

No. For the most part, I keep my stories to myself.

I really only share them with my close personal friends.

Hey, wait a minute.

We're friends now.

Say, Murph, would you like to hear one of my stories?

Sure.

Why not? -Excellent.

You think we could get rid of the Gestapo?

Officer, I think we'll be fine here.

Ma'am, that is not a good idea.

It's okay.

We'll be fine.

I will be right outside that door.

Thank you, officer.

Man, I thought that guy would never leave.

Okay, so it helps if you close your eyes.

I'm fine.

Suit yourself.

But I think you're gonna like this one, Murph.

It's right up your alley.

Hello, Kaitlin.

I'm calling from Doctor Richard's office.

Yes. Doctor Richards is being called

out of the country for a speaking engagement.

She leaves tomorrow and won't be able to hold your regular appointment.

But she was hoping that you might stop by the office tonight

around 7:30?

She'd rather not wait to see you until next week.

Considering how much progress you two have made.

Yes. 7:30.

Oh, and don't worry, the complex will be closed, but

Doctor Richards has made arrangements with security.

Thank you, Kaitlin.

Bye now.

(Gurgling, Choking)

Physician, heal thyself.

(Suspense Music)

(Door Slams, footsteps)

Come on.

What the hell are you doing?

Stupid bitch!

(Suspense Music)

Seems as if our Doctor Richards has made a major breakthrough.

An interesting and unique

twist on the very tiresome garden variety

psychobabble.

It also seems that you have failed

to inform me of this recent development, Kaitlin.

I thought we had an agreement.

I thought we saw eye to eye.

No matter what the good doctor thinks,

there will never be just one.

There has always been just one.

Kaitlin.

- [Voiceover] It is my belief that by coupling this revolutionary technique

with the appropriate medication, we can make great strides

in curing patients as suffer from the Dissociative Identity Disorder.

My intention is to offer this new treatment to Nicole Kaitlin Brian

a patient that has been under my care for three years.

She is highly motivated and excited to embark on this endeavor with eyes wide open.

I know what you're thinking.

Was it all in her head,

or did Kaitlin actually manifest?

Who knows, Doc?

There is some fucked up shit in this world, let me tell you.

Yeah,

yeah, there it is.

Bob, there's no history here for you at all.

No previous arrest record, nothing.

Is there any information you'd like to share?

Where you were born, perhaps?

Well, Murph,

I'm not sure born is quite right.

But if that's what you're comfortable with,

I can play along.

And?

Oh, right, sorry.

Well, like I said, the term born

is a little sketchy.

Oh, come now, Doc,

we both know you've got nowhere else to be.

Tell you what, indulge me another story.

I'm afraid we have a lot of ground to cover here, and...

Murph, Murph...

the only way to

truly get in my head is to hear me out.

I mean, after all, if you're going to be

the one who brands me criminal or crazy or whatever,

then you've got to have something of value to take back to the suits.

And besides, it's not like

you can afford to sink any lower now, can you?

You know what I mean...

Very good, Murph, very good.

Now, this one is a bit of a cautionary tale,

so I urge you to listen closely, my friend.

Are you listening?

And when...

Lawyer thing didn't pan out,

I thought about trying my hand

in the medical arena.

Not proctology.

Not anything icky like that.

But I finally decided

to pursue my dream career, Cometology.

So, Lauren, was it?

Cometology, that's the study of stars or something, right?

No.

Cosmetology.

You know, makeup?

No, I'm sure you said Cometology.

I'm sure I didn't.

Well, I'm sure you're a dumbass.

Well...

I...

You're a loser.

You think I don't know that?

Prick!

Duly noted.

Tyler, still batting a thousand?

You’re damn right, Sparky.

So, Father.

You don't mind me calling you father, do you?

Bill will do just fine.

So, Father, I don't get it.

You come to a place like this, and you drink

and you smoke, and you carry on like the rest of us hopeless sinners.

But isn’t there some commandments or something about that?

Well,

we Catholics feel like this may be one of the best places

to find lost sheep and bringing them back into the fold, so to speak.

People like yourself,

hopeless sinner.

Make no mistake, Father.

I'm not lost.

I'm just...

Wandering a bit.

Well, my friend,

if you ever tire of wandering,

Our door is always open.

We never close.

Hit me Izzy!

I think maybe we had enough for today.

It ain’t even 2:00 yet, man.

You trying to bring the white man down, Izzy?

You gotta know that ain't cool.

You know, you don't need me to do that.

Besides, you're the one sucking this shit down like it's Kool-Aid or something.

How about if I give you my key

and you give me another whiskey?

I could use the exercise anyway.

Exercise?

You live about two blocks away.

A man’s gotta’ know his limitations.

That’s Bronson...

that was Bronson, wasn't it?

Eastwood.

Oh, yeah. Eastwood.

You’re a good person, Izzy.

Izzy went out for a cigarette, but he should be back a little bit.

You might be out of luck, though, because he's kind of in a mood.

Well, that's quite all right,

Mr. Brody.

It just so happens my business is with you.

Who the hell are you?

Well, that's not really important now, is it?

I mean, government names, they’re so overrated.

Let's just say I'm somewhat of a

emissary.

Charlie Ridgeway put you up this, didn't he?

That son of a bitch.

He's always... -Amy Barlow.

I know what you did...

down there by the water.

Almost 20 years ago.

What do you want?

It's not about what I want.

It's about what must happen.

What is that?

Two days from now.

Let's make it

high freakin' noon from the anniversary of her death.

I need you to go back to Harper's Grove.

Right back down the edge of the river.

This is bullshit.

I can assure you, I wouldn’t joke

about something like this.

Why would I do that?

I mean, even if I.

Even if I did know what you're talking about.

Well, you shouldn't have to take my word for it,

Mr. Brody.

Sure would be unfortunate

if that little secret of yours

surfaced.

What do you get out of this?

Hypothetically.

You'll see.

In due time.

You have two days, Tyler.

(Suspense Music)

You'll never know.

Know what?

The way things would have turned out.

Just a different version of the same hell.

There’s only one hell, my friend,

and that trigger’s gonna punch you a one way ticket through the front gate.

And what makes you an expert on the hereafter?

No expert.

Can see no use busting down the door, you'll be there soon enough.

Get up on from there,

you got a long way to go.

And where exactly

do you think I'm...

going?

Hey asshole, you’re two months in the hole.

I need it end of the day tomorrow, or else.

Look, I've had a long night.

I'm not in any mood for threats.

You can bet your ass it's not a threat.

It's a promise, my friend.

You know what?

By tomorrow, you'll be rid of me anyway.

I’ll no longer have any use for this fine establishment.

Found you a nice little place on the Riviera, I bet.

No.

Tomorrow, I'll take me a bride.

And we're gonna live happily ever after.

Where filthy cockroaches like yourself will never trade.

Crazy as a shithouse rat.

(Sad Country Song)

(Suspense Music)

You look lost.

Oh, Jesus, you scared the hell out of me, man.

Sorry, I was just out getting some fresh air.

I swear that the road used to go through back there.

Sure did.

Broad River road used to wind all the way down to the river, but

state DOT came through and plowed it up about 15 years ago.

Now I just kind of look after this old place.

Well, I... it's been 20 years since I've been here.

Well, if you're trying to get to the river, just head on the way you're going.

You'll be there in about 20 minutes.

All right. Thanks.

Happy fishing.

Oh, I...

It's so weird.

Everybody keeps disappearing on me.

Keeper of the gates, Master of all

hear me now!

Before time and after.

Before nothing, and knowing.

Know my prayer.

Take this blood

that I offer to you, O Lord.

I beg you,

let her cross.

Let Amy Barlow cross.

(Suspense Music)

(Thunder)

(Bubbling)

I’m so sorry that I couldn't completely restore your former beauty, but...

the black arts, they have their limits.

(Bones crack, Yelling)

His name was Joshua Blake.

He was obsessed with me.

Everywhere I turned,

there he was.

You were drinking that night.

But it had nothing to do with my death.

I told him I wanted nothing to do with him.

He grabbed me,

but I got away

and ran right into the path of your car.

I just want to say

how sorry I am.

I'm so sorry for what I did to you.

Can you please forgive me, Tyler?

Maybe you could even forgive yourself.

What?

You can't just pinch a corpse into a river

and expect it to stay put.

Although,

the forgiveness angle was a nice touch.

I mean, after all, I'm not an animal.

How did you?

So real.

Well, not to boast,

but I am particularly proud of my work.

It's taken me ages to hone my craft.

Give it a break already, Doc.

Enough about me.

Besides, you're not going to find anything useful in there anyway.

No. Now

I want to know something juicy about you.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh, come clean now, Doc.

We both know your damaged goods.

That's why you're stuck working in this

shithole.

And then we get back to you?

Fair enough?

It's a deal.

Three years ago, my husband died.

Cancer.

They caught it too late, and he was gone in three months.

Afterwards, I had a hard time

coping, and I made some mistakes.

Long story short, I lost my practice.

If it weren't for a sympathetic judge, I wouldn't even be allowed

to practice in this shithole, as you call it.

All in all, I'm pretty lucky.

I mean,

it sounds like you're leaving out the part about the alcohol abuse and the...

Oxy addiction is it?

But, uh...

thanks for sharing, I guess.

Okay.

Your turn.

Is there a history of mental illness in your family?

Mother, father? -Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Slow down, Doc. Not so fast.

We have got to lighten it up in here, okay?

I have taken you to a very dark place.

And for that, I truly apologize.

Just answer the question, Bob.

I said

we are going to lighten it up in here,

and that is damn well what we're going to do.

Now, then, you are going to love this next one.

It always puts a smile on my face.

In fact, I only break it out when I'm having a particularly horrid day.

So I do hope you enjoy it, Murph.

All right, Skye.

Let's go over this one more time.

Come on, man, I got this.

Humor me.

I don't even know what that means.

Listen, when you go up to the door,

you're going to have to knock really loud because she's half deaf

and the doorbell doesn't work.

I get it, she's ancient.

You told me this a hundred times.

Okay, genius.

You tell me the rest.

When the knock on the door,

I'll tell her I ran out of gas back down the road.

She may not believe me at first, but then I casually touch my necklace,

just like the one she had when she was younger.

And that should break the ice.

Then?

I’ll ask to use her phone, which is stupid.

Why wouldn't I have my cell phone? -You don't have a cell phone?

She's never had a cell phone.

She won't even think about it.

So what's next?

The safe is in the bedroom, right down the hall next to the bed.

And it should be a quick grab and run, why?

Because the safe won't be locked

on account of her old timers keeping her from remembering the combination.

Well, aren't you just the smartest little thing.

Looks like we're all set.

You must really hate this woman.

Can't believe you two are married.

I could tell you stories that’d turn your hair white.

Just make sure you get all the diamonds.

Don't leave a single one.

Don't worry, old man.

I got this.

Yeah, just make sure you do.

Okay.

Hey, When I get my cut?

Don't worry,

you'll get it.

(Suspense Music)

Yes, could I help you?

Yeah, sorry ma’am, silly me.

I ran out of gas back down the road.

Well, honey, you look like you're still in diapers.

Surely you ain't driving.

I sure could use a phone to call my brother.

He just lives in town.

I don't know. Maybe you could try Mr. McBee next door down.

Ma'am, I already tried over there and nobody's home.

I sure could use your help right now.

Okay, well, I guess it'll be all right.

Come on in. -Thank you so much.

Boy, it's hot outside, isn’t it? -Yeah

I just made some lemonade.

I didn't get a chance to start sipping on it before you knocked

on my door.

Here, you take this one, and I'll make me another one.

I'm really fine. Trust me.

Oh, no, go on. You take it.

Thank you. -Phone's right in there.

Now, listen, you make your call,

and then we'll sit down and have a chat while we wait on that brother of yours.

All right, thank you.

Drink up.

Jesus...

How you doing in there?

Just fine, thank you.

Screw this, old man.

Devils breath is a bitch, ain’t she?

You know, it just takes a little bit to get that dosage right.

You know what else is a bitch?

Seeing how a young thing like you would take advantage

of an ancient thing like me.

And all It took was a nudge from a foolish old man.

Well, listen, girl, you're not the first, and you won't be the last.

And what the hell kind of name is Skye, anyway?

We like to think about it as

thinning out the herd,

don't we, Marty?

Yes we do, dear.

Yes, Skye, it's me.

That foolish old man.

You know, old I can take.

Foolish?

Don't you think that's a little harsh, mother?

Oh, hush, Marty. You know I'm kidding.

Gosh. Come on. -Careful, mother.

This is the best part.

Oh, I love this. -Look at this.

She's going.

Oh. -Oh, honey, did you fall down?

You know, look at her, ma.

She just gets up and keeps on running.

Just like that Energizer bunny. -What the heck?

Man, I'm going to get my money back, this stuff don't work.

You should., it's not as advertised.

Well, you better go get her.

Don't you worry about her.

I'll take care of her.

You get the tractor.

You better watch out, I'll use this stuff on you.

Bringing in the sheaves, Bringing in the sheaves,

We shall come rejoicing...

Bringing in the sheaves.

Bringing in the sheaves,

Skye?

Now where are you, darling?

We got plans for you.

Don't go too far.

Where are you, Skye?

We're looking for you.

Oh, there you are.

Death by stone!

If it's good enough for the good book, it's good enough for us.

(Foreboding Music)

This'll do.

Oh, this is so much fun.

Daddy.

When will they ever learn?

You know that we matter, that we can still make a difference.

I'm sorry, mother, I.

I don't think they're ever going to learn.

But I can promise you this.

We are making a difference.

And I have to admit, you were right.

It's.

It's a lot more fun not killing them

outright.

More sportin’,

don't you think? I told you, it is.

Hey, why don't you go in and make us one of your famous omelets?

Mushroom and sausage.

Oh, is there any other way?

Go on, daddy, I'll tire up. -Okay.

Hurry up, I'm hungry.

Come on, you.

This one's heavier than the one last week.

Sleep tight, Princess.

What the hell’s going on here?

Please.

Help.

Help me.

She’s trying to kill me.

She’s trying to kill me.

Please.

Help me.

Sleep tight, my dear.

Marty at home?

Foller’ your nose.

It always knows.

I have got to ask.

Where in the heck did you find that one?

That one I picked up at the old warehouse

over on Ridge Road. -Oh...

You know,

there's a whole heard of them over there,

and they're all wide eyed and dripping with

youth.

Makes me sick.

I thought you had an appointment over in Kingsport.

Oh, that.

Yeah, that was a quick bit of business, but I was lucky enough

to come up with a twofer.

Oh. I love it.

Yeah, but can we eat first?

I got omelets.

Oh, I do love me some omelets.

See you later, kids.

I mean... that one kills me!

You, You don't think I over did it a little bit, though, do you?

Doctor Murphy,

your evaluation in wing C was at 2:15.

Doctor Murphy?

He's gone now, Murph.

Now then...

Where were we?

(Rap Music)

I can't believe it's all ours.

It has so much potential. You guys are going to love it.

Look at this...

This is amazing.

Bryce, what do you think?

Come on. It's going to be fantastic.

This is home.

I can't believe we finally did it.

Well, sweetie, it’s ours.

It’ll be perfect.

Allison,

take a look at this room.

It'll be a great...

It could be my art studio. I mean, it has such great natural lighting.

And I could just set my armor and supplies up right over there.

...place is going to take a lot of work.

Yeah, we’re in this together...

I can’t wait to make this our forever home, Daniel.

We can do it...

I hope the kids warm up to it.

Just give them time, they’ll come around.

Come on, let’s check out the rest of the house.

(Suspense Music)

Bryce!

(Smooth Music)

Bryce! -What?

They’re gone.

Come on. They’re just gone.

What are you talking about? -They’re just gone.

Down here.

The room on the left.

That’s where...

That's where they were when they disappeared.

Okay, guys, you can come out now.

I know what, I'm being punked.

What's that noise? -It's the room.

(Pulsating)

Stop, stop!

it took them.

Stop.

Okay.

Come on.

It's from the toilet tank, but...

it’s just not a lot.

I can't drink that.

Come on, you haven't had anything in two days.

You need to.

You drink it.

I'm fine.

Has anything happened?

No. Nothing.

I still can't get the car going, and I've got no signal.

It's the room.

I'm sorry.

You know, for not believing what you said at first.

It's.

Just.

It's okay,

I wouldn't have believed you either.

This is all Daniel’s fault.

Taking us to the middle of nowhere for this haunted Airbnb.

I mean, where are we?

Did we even see a car once we got off the main road?

We’re at least 15 miles from hell anywhere.

Just don't understand why she’d marry him.

It's not his fault.

And I'm sure he'd rather be with us here now

instead of

wherever.

You know, Mom and Daniel...

they walked into that room, and now they're gone.

They’re just gone.

- [Voiceover] Okay, here's the plan.

We'll split up.

You go back to where we came.

I'll go the other way.

If you find help, take them to the house.

Just don't go too far.

We don't want to get caught out there after dark.

And be careful.

(Sounds of the Forest)

(Suspense Music)

(Bong)

(Bong)

(Bong)

(Bong)

(Bong)

(Bong)

(Fizz)

- [Voiceover] Did you find anything?

You don't want to know.

I already know.

Whatever's wrong with this house.

It's out there too.

(Thunder)

(Bong)

(Rain)

We have to go now.

We haven't eaten in three days.

We don’t have a choice.

Maybe we do have a choice.

You hear that?

(Pulsating)

(Anticipatory Music)

(Backward and distant voices)

It's Mom and Daniel.

They're in here

somewhere.

I guess we really don't have a choice.

(Static, Thunder)

Daniel, come here quick.

Daniel. The kids.

What? What is it? What's wrong?

The kids were just right here, and then they were gone.

I don't even know what happened. -I don't understand.

Listen, the kids were right here, and then they vanished.

No, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

They just vanished right before my eyes,

I just saw them, and then they just vanished.

They're not even here.

Okay, you two.

Come on out.

I know when we're being punked. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Damn, Murph.

It was just a couple of snot nosed kids.

Would you lighten up already?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am just sharing a few campfire stories with a friend.

Yes, but I can feel them, smell them.

Like they're really happening, but...

Just not here.

Yes.

Now, your great scientists and thinkers would no doubt spew forth

theories and explanations about dimensional planes,

alternate realities, and trans world identities.

But, simply put, it's just a diversion, really.

It's like.

It's like a little hobby of mine.

You see, Murph.

I have been around longer than you can

possibly comprehend.

And quite frankly, between you and me,

I get bored.

You see, a guy like... me

requires some entertainment from time to time, and so

I occasionally borrow a few people here and there to fill a role or two.

In fact, I've developed

into somewhat of a supernatural Shakespeare, if you will.

I think we’re done here.

Not so fast, Doc.

You can't go out there looking like all that.

You know,

when you look the other way,

they laugh at you.

They snicker, and they make jokes about the strung out,

washed up, drug addict shrink who couldn't

even save her own husband.

But I have got a doozy of a tale planned for you, Murph.

You and the not so missing girl,

Ashley Wells.

Are you ready?

No.

Oh. Oh,

that is adorable.

You actually think you have a choice

in all of this?

(Wind and papers blowing)

(Cracking glass)

(Glass explosion)

(Rumbling)

(Glass explosion)

(Rumbling, electric arcs)

Doctor Murphy,

I'm afraid that we're going...

(many voices speaking)

And on top of shit canning me

after 20 years of hard work for absolutely nothing,

they just take it all and hand it over to Chase Grant?

I trained that little shit weasel.

Everything he knows, he learned from me.

And what the hell kind of name is Chase, anyway?

You know what?

They're not going to have ol’Lonnie to kick around anymore.

Someone's going to pay.

And I think I'll start with that prick Masterson.

Maybe take him down a notch or two.

Maybe take him out permanently.

And don't even get me started on the old lady.

She thinks this is all my fault.

That I am difficult to work with. That I'm not a team player.

Bitch.

Oh, buck up, little camper.

You look like you could use a friend.

Hang on a minute, dude.

Some weirdo just rolled up on me.

What do you know about it, friend?

Oh, Lonnie, my boy,

you come with me and I will show you shit that will blow the doors off your mind.

Know what I'm saying?

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on. -You know what? What the hell.

What the hell. -Sorry, dude, I gotta go.

So, what’s your story?

Which one Lonnie, which one?