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[wind howling]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[laughs]

[phone ringing]

[Tom] Issue this.

But what about the fireworks?

Do it.

Hey, Ruth. Um…

I'm gonna need you here today.

Absolutely. I just need to leave at 3:00.

Ah, no. [Stutters] That is exactly what I mean. Okay.

This is insane, you can't just lock me in here.

I don't have time to relitigate this.

I'm gonna be gone for 30 minutes. You need a snack, ask Ruth.

I can see you calculating how much you think you can get away with

in 30 minutes. So how about this, I'm gonna call every ten.

What do I do? Do I just, um… [sighs]

I press a button and then, like…

How… What… How do I… What's the system?

The system is you pick up the goddamn phone.

I didn't know we were swearing now.

Hey, is it true that Reverend Bryce hung himself?

Wasn't he your friend?

We'll talk about it when I get back.

[organ music playing]

[towns person] I don't get it. I saw him at The Rye just a few weeks ago.

He was getting a coffee.

I think.

Maybe not. We didn't talk.

I didn't really know him anyway.

[microphone rustling]

[officiant] Thank you, Paul.

Once again, I'd like to remind everyone that it is not mandatory that you speak.

[Wyck hums]

[grunts]

[Patricia sighs] There's nothing.

[Wyck] Ah, there's always something.

[Patricia] What the hell happened here?

And why would he burn everything?

[Wyck] Just save every scrap you can.

Hmm. All right.

Need to tell people what's going on or they're gonna start getting killed.

- I'm trying to get things under control. - Yep.

Your little curfew isn't gonna do it. You can't even control your own son.

[Patricia] Okay. Okay. Okay.

[sighs]

[softly] All right.

What's wrong?

[Tom sighs]

He…

He tried to call me.

[keypad beeping]

And another number.

A lot.

[Wyck] Dial it.

[keypad beeping]

[dial tone]

[line beeping, rings]

[person] Hello?

[stammers] Hi. Yes, um…

Who-Who is this?

[person] Who is this?

[Tom] Uh, sorry. I just, I just…

I found your number in my phone, and I...

- [line disconnects] - Fuck.

[sighs]

You try.

- [Tom] Yes! - He won't pick up.

The call's coming from the same number.

[line beeping, rings]

[person] Hello?

Hi. How are you?

Good.

Reverend Bryce gave me your number.

Would you like an appointment?

- [mouthing] Yes. - [smacks lips] Yes I would.

- Give me fifteen minutes. - [Patricia] Oh. Uh… Uh…

That's… Okay. Where are you?

12 Birch Street.

[mysterious music playing]

[knocks on door]

[person] Come in!

[music fades]

[sniffs]

[Patricia whispers] Hey.

Thank you.

This feels good.

Okay.

What's it gonna be?

Hmm.

[clicks tongue] Who we got here?

[exhaling deeply]

Hello again.

That is a brutal fucking ride.

Damn, Papa.

[chuckles]

Todd O'Connor?

Hey, Patty. How you doin'?

Yeah. Good thanks.

- Oh, my God. You're a drug dealer. - No, no. No, please.

I'm a shaman.

[Patricia] Is that cocaine?

Yes.

Todd and I went to school together. We were like...

What are… What are these?

That, my friend, is the one fucking mushroom I'm not going near.

Dude, that shit is gonna take you where you gotta go,

regardless of if you wanna go there.

Old timers call that thing Truesight.

Only grows here local on the island.

Imagine getting LASIK for your third eye.

Blasts that thing open.

Pow!

I'm sorry, I'm-I'm trying to figure out why Reverend Bryce would take it?

Well, he was looking for answers.

He hung himself.

[sighs]

Shit.

Uh, I guess he didn't like the answers.

Damn.

You know, I-I have a buddy who took it.

You remember Brian Morrison?

"Bri Guy"? Stole his mom's car in eighth grade?

- Mm-hmm. - Flipped it in the woods? Maniac.

Anyway, Brian saw something on his trip that changed him completely.

He encountered something he wouldn't talk about.

But he chilled out majorly afterwards.

Stopped getting into fights, stopped yelling at his girl.

She had to feed him though.

He lost some pretty major motor skills.

Happy guy though. [Sighs]

Just hard for her to get him down at night.

Anyway, he drew the same thing over, and over, and over again.

I think he saw it on his trip. I have one of them, lying around here.

It's kinda ancient…

Vaguely religious iconography.

It's the kind of sacred geometry you don't just riff.

Yeah, man.

Yeah, take that in. [Exhales deeply]

- Some doors are meant to stay shut. - Oh, yeah.

Am I right, folks?

How do you take it?

Well, I can make you a tincture for 35 bucks, if that's amenable?

- No, thanks. - You and your companions can hang out

in the Peace Center at no extra cost to you.

Do it.

Okay.

Would you excuse us for a minute?

[Todd] Yeah, yeah. There's no rush to the augmentation of the soul, folks.

This fungus doesn't hold the secrets of the island.

It's gonna leave you muttering in a corner.

Look, if you don't want to take the scary mushroom,

after bringing all these tourists here to the island,

that's for you to live with.

Wyck will take it.

[Todd] Very cool.

No. Of course there's not gonna be fireworks.

Which part of "curfew" do they not understand?

[Dale] Listen, I think you should know that people are angry.

Apparently Kurt is gathering a meeting. Trying to overturn your curfew.

- [whimsical music playing on radio] - I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Damn it.

- I've gotta get back. - Uh-huh.

I'll stay with him.

- You sure you wanna do this? - The only way out is through.

[Tom] I-I know, but it's jus… I don't know.

[groans] Oh, God. It… it even looks hideous.

But you can't taste it, right?

What?

[grunts]

[Tom gulps]

It… it's in here?

Mm-hmm.

We-We-We s… We said Wyck was-was gonna take it.

Yeah. You're Wyck.

- Oh, my God. Oh-Oh-Oh, my God! - [Todd] It's okay, it's okay.

- Just-Just sip it slowly. - What? I finished it!

- Ah. - [Tom] I ca… I can't be on this!

I-I can't be on this!

Not now! Now today!

Make yourself throw up.

- I can't! - [Todd] Stay calm.

- It's only a 12 hour experience. - Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God! - [Patricia] Tom…

Oh, my God. Oh, my… Oh, my God.

[Todd] It really is best to purge!

[gags] I can't throw up. I've never been able to.

- [Patricia] Here. - [gagging] Stop, stop!

- Oh, come on, Tom. Shush! - [gags, whimpers]

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Oh, my God. Evan.

What am I gonna do about Evan?

Don't worry. I'm on it.

What? What are you gonna do?

[whimsical music continues]

- [music stops] - [Todd] Careful here. Okay.

And we're just gonna wind down here in the Peace Center.

That's good.

Let's have a seat. On the mindfulness bed.

Per… yeah. That's it. Yep.

And let's get fully supine. Yep.

[whispering] And here we go.

Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize she'd gotten out.

Come here, Bridget.

She's turning 50 soon, so she's got wanderlust.

Tom. Tom! Listen to me.

Listen to me. Sit. Sit.

Now, don't squander this.

You find those answers, now.

- What? - Yeah.

Good news. Um…

Evan is fine, and he's gonna stay at Ruth's.

Oh, thank God. Who'd you talk to?

- Evan. - Oh, my God.

- I have to get back. - [Wyck] Tom.

I think we just ride it out here. He seems to know what he's doing.

- Yeah. - Don't you think it's best to stay here?

Absolutely. I do personally have to go.

As my girlfriend's cat has absconded.

But in the meantime you can totally guide him.

- What? - [Todd] Just stay calm.

And whatever you do, do not look at any mirrors.

You got this, Wyck.

What do I do if you freak-out? What do I do if you freak-out?

Take me back to the office right now.

- [Wyck] Have you seen anything? - Take me back to the office. Now.

[gasps]

Just stop yelling at me.

How did we get here?

Where's Wyck?

You told him he could go.

He said he was gonna find the answers you won't.

[echoing] I-I don't know what that means but…

Do you hear that?

[Tom yells, inhales sharply]

[Patricia] Just give me a name, Tom.

Where's Evan? W-W-Where is my son?

[sighs] For the third time.

[sighs]

Evan is not here.

But we're gonna find him.

Who's that kid he runs with?

PJ Glanville?

PJ Glanville is an awful, awful…

[Patricia sighs]

…boy.

[liquid gurgling, echoing]

Do you hear that sound?

[sighs] No, Tom. I don't hear the sound.

Just take a deep breath.

[breathes sharply]

- What's wrong with him? - [exhales deeply]

Oh, nothing. He's, um… uh, just…

Here. Hold your organizer.

He-He doesn't know how dangerous it is out there.

P-Patricia, he does… Can you hear me?

He doesn't know how dangerous it is out there!

- Hi, there. - [Tom screams]

Oh, God!

[rap music playing on radio]

[PJ] You girls gotta be careful around here.

- [teen 1] Why? - [teen 2] Why?

The house there. The…

Back in the day these girls used to get these hang up calls.

- [coughs] - Um…

And turns out it was coming from the guy who lived here.

He, like, lost his mind,

and one night just went out and stabbed a bunch of bitches.

Bitches? Really?

Sorry, your majesty, he stabbed a bunch of young women.

[teen 2] Hmm. Thank you.

[PJ] Um, I'm serious. They…

My uncle told me they tried to kill him. I guess they called him the-the Boogeyman.

And they shot him and he wouldn't die.

And so they, um…

They, like, buried him in the basement

and they sealed the whole thing in concrete.

- Is he being serious? - Yeah.

You gotta be quiet around here, you don't know…

You don't know what's gonna happen.

[ominous music playing]

- [horn blares] - [exclaiming]

- Jesus Christ, dude! - [laughing]

- Jesus Christ! - [teen 2] God!

- Sorry. - What's wrong with you?

- Oh, my God. - [PJ] Okay, guys, we can be friends,

and we can smoke pot, and we can make each other laugh, you know?

[Patricia chuckles] Okay. Well, just let me know if he turns up.

Thank you so much.

Aw, she was nice.

Oh, God.

[door closes]

Uh… [clears throat] …were you gonna tell me?

The curfew?

See, I've got a cell that holds six,

so when I go out tonight and see literally everyone walking around…

[distorted] …which I will, because there are fireworks tonight,

which six people do you want me to pick up?

[normal] Huh? Huh, talk me through that.

Tell me how you see that happening.

Okay, so I can see you've given this a lot of thought. Okay, good.

- Uh, Patricia, come on. - Huh?

Uh, we're going down to the station.

Me? Why?

Well, I gotta take down your statement.

- Can it wait? - No, it cannot,

because some people who woke up in the sea last night wanna press charges.

[sighs, stammers]

Okay, okay. [Huffs]

I guess I'll be right back, so, uh, you just sit here.

Right?

[grunts]

Don't open the door.

[people chattering]

- [phone ringing] - [chattering continues]

[gentle music playing]

Ger.

Wyck. What are you doing here?

- Something wrong? - No.

No, I'm, uh, working with the mayor on something and I…

I was wondering if I could get your eye on it?

Oh, you're working with the mayor?

- Well, that's new. - [Wyck, chuckling] Yeah.

I don't like it either, but, uh…

[sighs] You think you could take a look? It's…

- Yeah. - It's important.

Of course, yeah.

Found it in Bryce's rectory.

- Oh. - Yeah.

[Gerrie] Okay.

[sniffs]

Yeah.

How have you been?

Fine.

Okay. Saving it for the memoir, I see.

My father… [chuckles] …used to say that you were too chatty.

[both chuckling]

[Wyck] Yeah, he never liked me.

[Gerrie chuckles] Well, you kept me out too late.

Oh, that's interesting.

- Let me… Let me put it on the… - Yeah.

Put on the light.

- Okay. - [Wyck] All right.

[Gerrie] All right.

"I do not comprehend the nature of the curse

that has fallen on the island.

I do know that its heart beats inside the cylinder

that my husband wears around his neck.

Who will crush my throat? His hands? This plague?

Death comes for each of us, but I fear to me first.

I know not how, but who.

Of course, he's here with me, so I say all of this in jest,

"and with that, I retire."

That's…

No.

[Dale] Tom?

Are you okay?

- [Tom] I have to stop him. - I have to stop him.

- [Tom] I-I can't let… - I-I can't let them overturn the curfew.

…the curfew…

[chair creaking]

Oh.

[low thrumming]

[distorted] I think they're meeting soon.

[chair creaking]

You okay?

[chair creaking]

[chuckles]

[lights crackling, echoing]

You're goddamn right we're mad!

- We've poured our blood, sweat, tears… - [townspeople clamoring]

…and a hell of a lot of money into trying to make this "the next Martha's Vineyard."

And the crazy thing is, it is working.

It is actually happening, and you are destroying it for what?

- [townspeople muttering] - [person] For what?

For what?

For what? For what?

You can't keep people locked indoors while the sun is still up, Loftis.

[townspeople muttering]

People come here for the outdoor stuff.

Beaches a-a-and sunshine.

Not to spend all day in my piece of shit hotel!

- [townspeople] Mm-hmm. - It's okay! My piece of shit hotel!

It sucks! I know it sucks!

It's sucked for 25 years! That's why I don't live there!

I say fuck the moratoriums,

- fuck the curfews. - [townspeople] Yep.

- I want more tourists. - I'm ready.

[Kurt] I want more money coming into the island!

- [person 2] Yes. - [person 3] Right.

And we sure as fuck aren't canceling the fucking fireworks!

That's right! That's right, Kurt!

- [townspeople applauding] - [Wayne] Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it, hold it!

I wanna hear from Loftis!

Let's hear what he has to say!

[gasps]

[janitor] Oh, someone's got a full belly.

You had a lot to eat today?

You okay, boss?

[sighs] There you are!

- [PJ laughs] - [Evan] It's categorically not correct.

- Okay? - [PJ] I'm s… I'm serious dude.

It's true.

- It's true, my uncle doesn't lie to me. - Wait, what is that?

What?

[teen 2] I think I saw something in the window.

[faint rock music playing on radio]

[teen 1] I just think you're really high.

[all snickering]

It's okay. [Chuckles]

Don't worry, I'll protect you.

- Oh, really? - [chuckling] Yeah.

[in deep voice] I'll protect you. Mr. Brave Guy.

[PJ] Ooh, brave guy.

- Okay. No. - [chuckles]

Well, you know, you know what they say.

Anyone that goes in doesn't come out.

I bet you won't.

- [PJ, Gil, teen 2 exclaim] - [teen 1] Oh, my God! Okay.

- [teen 2] Whoa. - [Evan] Let's see it. [Chuckles]

- Come on, I think that's pretty good. - [teen 2 clucking]

- [teen 1] He's not gonna do it. - He's gonna pretend like he's hot shit.

He's gonna like throw himself...

- [Evan screams] - [all exclaim]

Didn't work on me, didn't work.

- He's gonna be… - [teen 1] Yes, it did. I saw you jump.

You did.

[PJ] Come on, buddy. Come on, pal.

- Yeah, there he goes. - [teen 1] Oh, dude.

- That's right. - He's still going.

[ominous music plays]

[crackling, echoing]

[Gerrie] Right? And… Yeah. Sorry-Sorry about the, uh, math teacher coffee breath.

[Patricia] Oh, I didn't catch a whiff.

[Gerrie] Oh, good. Um, the… So…

There is… well, there is no-no year here,

but what caught my interest was right here.

The reference to a plague.

There's only been one plague in Widow's Bay and that was in 1702.

- [Wyck] Mm-hmm. - So, right, I took a swing.

There it is.

[gasps]

- [hand thuds] - Isn't that something?

[Gerrie] Yes, Sarah Westcott Warren.

Where am I?

You seen anything yet?

Okay, well, uh, we're on to something, Tom,

so, just, uh, hold on a second.

[stammers] Use your crayons.

Yeah, and, um…

She married Richard Warren, our founding father, that year.

And here, this. This reference here about the cylinder he wears?

This "cursed" item?

[stammers]

What is this? What does that look like?

Well, if you give me a paintbrush, I can tell you whatever you need to know.

Yeah, that's great Tom. What is it, Wyck?

I'm wondering if he could've been buried with it.

[Patricia] The cylinder?

- [gulls cawing, echoing] - [Tom] Evan? Ev… Evan? Evan?

Where's my son?

Where's Evan? Where's my son?

- Okay, take it easy. - Where-Where is Evan?

[Patricia] Just sit-sit down, Tom.

Sit.

Sit.

Down. Sit!

Tom! Tom! Tom!

[grunts] Tom!

[gasps]

[sultry music playing on radio]

- [Tom spluttering] - [Rosemary] Hey.

Only lap belts back there, buckle up.

Um…

I-I-I have to find Evan.

Well, I hope he's at your house,

'cause that's where they told me to take you.

[Tom] Oh, thank God.

I just need to make one little stop.

- What? No, no, please. No. - Only gonna take a second.

- No! Rosemary, no! - One...

[insects chirping]

[horn beeps]

[Tom grunts]

[slow pop music playing on speakers]

[bell chiming]

Don't move the car again, Tom.

Ha! Just won 15 bucks! Yes!

[vacuum whirring]

[Tom] That's my loafer.

No, no, no!

I told you to get out! Get out!

No, no, no!

[eerie music playing]

[door creaking]

[Bechir, on loudspeaker] Evan Loftis. Please step away from the creepy house.

[chuckles]

- This isn't my house? Oh. My-My bad. - [friends snickering]

- [Bechir] Boy, get over here. - I…

Thank God.

[friends laugh]

Hi. Um, I'm-I'm sorry.

We-We have some off-island girls in the… in the car,

and I-I just… We were just trying to impress them.

Hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, no, I get it.

Breaking and entering is very impressive.

Please don't tell my dad.

Fine, but go ahead and get outta here.

Okay. Thank you.

Um, uh…

Just-just while I'm walking away, can, I…

Can I just yell "Fuck you, pig" for the girls?

No, the fuck, you cannot.

Okay. Okay.

[stammers] Bye.

- [grunts] - [friends laugh]

[chuckles]

[rock music playing on radio]

[teenagers exclaiming, laughing]

[PJ] Oh, shit.

[radio stops]

The fuck is going on with your dad, dude?

That's your dad?

[Evan] What's up? What's up?

[teen 2] Oh, my God. [Breathes heavily]

[glass squeaking]

[PJ] Yo, I think your dad is looking for you.

[squeaking continues]

- I gotta go. Go. - Okay.

Get inside, right now. And say good night to little…

Miss.

You better start explaining yourself right...

- Fuck you! - What did you say?

What did you… What did you just say?

I had fun tonight.

I had a good time.

And if you had it your way, I would've sat in your shitty office all day.

Evan, do you think I want to be

- watching you the whole fucking time? - No, no, I… No, I don't!

No, I think… I think you wanna show people that you can control me.

What?

The reason you're a shitty mayor is not because of me, okay?

- [low thrumming] - [liquid gurgling]

[scoffs]

[echoing] I think… I think… I think

[normal] you're gonna feel very guilty

for saying that to me one day.

Why do we never leave this island?

[sighs]

What kind of fucking parenting is that?

It was important to your mother that, um, that you be raised here.

What? Never go anywhere? That's what she wanted?

We'll continue this in the morning.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, one of these days, I'm gonna leave and I'm never, ever coming back!

- [fireworks popping] - [grunts]

[ominous music playing]

[grunts]

[coughs]

[retches]

[coughing]

[retching]

- [inhales sharply] - [fireworks continue]

[sighs, pants]

[echoing] Are you ready?

Are you ready?

[ominous music playing]

[normal] Are you ready?

[retching]

[Tom, echoing] Lauren? Lauren? Lauren?

[gulls cawing]

I can't see anything.

- [echoing] Lauren? Lauren? - [breathing shakily]

- [echoing] Lauren? Lauren? - I can't… I can't see anything!

I can't see anything!

[stammers] I need some help here, please!

Can you please turn the boat around? Turn the… Turn the boat around.

Turn it n-now! Now!

[Tom] Lauren? Lauren?

[ominous music continues]

[hospital monitor beeps]

- The baby is just fine. - [sighs]

- [beeping continues] - Okay. But-But what about her?

[stammers] She… She seems…

Off.

[doctor] Just give it some time.

Hello.

[sighs, inhales sharply]

[panting]

Please, oh, God, if you can hear me,

if-if you exist…

Ple-please help me.

Please. Please help me.

Please, please protect my son.

Please protect my son.

[sniffles]

[music stops]

I'll do anything.

[entity speaking indistinctly]

[entity continues, intensifies]

["Amber" playing]