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Subject 1VX-A1.

Culture looks healthy.

Closely watching the calcium buildup, but for the next trial-

Poppa?

What are--

What are you doing here?

I went to your place.

I thought I was picking Orson up to take him to school,

but he wasn't there!

I was waiting there, scared to death!

I took him to school.

I told you,

I don't want you around him right now.

I should've known.

Haugen told me you gave her the syringe.

You really think I could do something so horrible?

Was momma such a terrible person

that she deserved to be murdered?

Who will watch him while you're working?

I'll figure something out,

but it won't involve you.

I'm sorry you got roped into this.

I'm sorry about a lot of things.

I'm asking for forgiveness, here.

Begging for it.

Please, Astrid.

Can we just move on?

I'm not Momma.

I'm not looking for you to grovel.

I need you to do better as a grandfather than you did as a father.

But it's too late for that.

I don't want you around my son.

And that's final.

Can I get another drink?

You look like hell.

You, uh, …

need someone to talk to?

I'm not interested in joining your fucking cult.

Hey, relax,

I'm not with them.

Haven't set foot there in years.

I'm just...

talking.

Something bad happened in there.

With my sister.

Sounds about right.

They start as a support group,

tell you what you need to hear.

But then they make you need them,

and--

When my partner died at the Steel Mill,

they used my grief to rope me in.

Assholes.

Sorry.

About your partner.

Yeah, well,

you should stay as far away

from The Foundation as you can.

I can't.

What are you gonna do?

Still figuring that out.

Well you didn't hear this from me...

But I've got some family

who I've been helping leave the Foundation.

They don't know much,

but they say something big's going down this week.

My friend Eric's a member.

He might know more about it, but--

He won't talk.

His Foundation-loving wife's got em by the balls.

Sounds to me like he's soft.

A few strong words, and he'd open right up.

Not sure I wanna piss off the only friend I got left.

You could always play the heartstrings.

You mean beg?

Like some kinda pathetic asshole?

Well when you put it that way...

You could always lie to him,

trick him into telling you.

Like I said,

sounds like he's soft.

I gotta hit the head.

Hello?

Joy?

Another double?

Just leave me the bottle, Lejo.

I can't do that in good conscience, friend.

What's happened now?

It's Astrid.

She--

She thinks I killed her mother.

How could she think that?

She betrayed me to the police.

And now Haugen's threatening to charge me with murder.

Murder, Lejo!

I just know Haugen won't leave us alone

until she's charged me with murder.

Maybe you do need this.

The thing is,

I think someone else did it.

Who?

I-I don't know.

There was someone--

some thing--on the farm that night.

Have you told Haugen this?

She'd think I was crazy.

Karl, you have to tell the police. Immediately.

If you don't do it, I will.

I've got a friend down at the station and--

I don't think I should make more trouble.

Any more than you're already in?

I just wish Ingrid was here.

She'd know what to do.

She'd tell you to listen to your friend.

Bah. Take it. It's good scotch.

It deserves to be savored,

not wasted on a wreck like me.

Don't let that Haugen intimidate you.

Just tell her the truth, and you'll be fine.

Hello?

We have to get out!

Let us out! Please!

We'll die in here!

Are you okay?

We need to do the ritual as soon as possible.

It's getting worse.

Have you decided who'll be helping you perform the ritual?

I want Krista to do it.

What?

I want you to perform the ritual on me.

Rachel, I'm not trying to be an asshole here, but

are you okay?

Yeah, we don't agree on much,

but maybe that's what we need.

Sometimes a little friction can be a good thing.

Okay.

Fine.

Now, if that's all,

I'd like to speak to Rachel alone.

Rachel, during our investigation into Joy's death,

you seemed uncertain of things.

Well, between Joy and the visions I--

Don't be.

I spoke with Xavier,

he told me your story.

You've overcome a lot.

You can stop all of this-

-you are special-

-I just need you to believe it.

Good girl.

Now then,

tell me more about your daughter.

The house is so quiet without Orson here.

You really were serious about keeping him away from me.

Yes.

And it will remain that way until...

You're sure I'm innocent.

Have you thought about what you're going to tell Detective Haugen about...

what happened to momma?

I'm sure you have an opinion.

I think you know what I'm going to say.

You want me to confess to a crime I didn't commit?!

I want you to tell the truth.

I talked to Brit.

Told her what happened.

Is she coming back home?

I begged her, but she's still so angry.

I think it would mean a lot if you reached out.

I doubt she would listen to me.

She hates me almost as much as she hated Mamma.

It just makes me angry, you know.

Her mother is dead,

and her own father has to beg her to come home.

Maybe I'll call just to give her a piece of my mind.

Please. Don't do that.

We've all been through so much already.

I just wish she hadn't left us when she did,

but I get why she did it.

Maybe tell her that.

She would appreciate it.

I don't know.

She'd probably think I was patronizing her.

Try. For me, your mother.

I just want to see you sisters close again.

You'll regret it if you don't.

Eric,

you here?

Help me!

It hurts!

Toby! What did you do?!

Toby?

What are you doing here?

I-I wanted to talk to you.

About what?

I need your help.

Yeah, sure.

I heard there was some kind of meeting at The Foundation.

You know I can't talk about that stuff with you.

Please,

I think it has something to do with Joy.

I don't know man, Rachel's not g--

What do I have to do, beg?!

Look man,

I'm not in a good place right now,

and you're the only friend I got left.

So just, please, help me out here.

Okay, okay.

But you gotta get some help man.

Rachel's not gonna want me hanging out with you anymore.

There's this ritual they're asking Rachel to prepare for.

What kind of ritual?

They don't tell me much.

When is it?

Tomorrow night.

Thanks.

Wait,

what are you gonna do?

Toby. Toby!

Rachel.

The Foundation.

This neverending, goddamn fog...

Joy?

What's wrong?

Oh shit.

It's not like you've never seen this before.

Remember?

No, no, no...

You were too drunk to even help me.

What do you want from me?

Answers!

Justice!

BLOOD!

It should come to no surprise that

we found puncture marks on your wife's body.

The syringe Astrid turned over to us had traces of morphine.

I spoke with Ingrid's doctor.

She was never prescribed morphine.

How did you get it, Karl?

Did you steal it from the hospital?

Your daughter's lab?

There was someone...

or something

in the house that night.

I could see them through the bedroom window with Ingrid.

They--

These fairytales again, Karl?

I don't know what I saw.

I didn't want you to think I was crazy.

I don't think you're crazy.

I think you're lying.

And the only people who--

Sorry to interrupt, but you need to see this.

Are you sure?

Yes, we checked twice.

Mr. Johansen...

you're free to go.

How?

I--

Your wife died of complications from her illness.

We have no cause to hold you.

I'm free to go?

For now.

Hello?

Hey, it's Astrid.

Hi.

I, um...

I'm calling about…

I heard you spoke to Poppa.

About Momma.

Brit?

Yeah.

Poppa told me what happened.

I'm sorry.

Orson!

Stay where mommy can see.

How's poppa doing?

Not good.

He just kept talking about how it wasn't his fault.

So just a regular day?

Passing the blame?

Anyway,

I wanted to talk to you about the funeral.

I know you said-

I'm not coming.

I told Poppa so I wouldn't have to tell you.

I understand.

You do?

Mamma was terrible to you.

I don't hold it against you for escaping while you could.

Escape?

Like how I tried to drown myself in booze and pills to forget everything?

Like how I still want to reach for a bottle, even at 3 months sober?

I didn't escape anything, Astrid.

And I'm sure as hell not coming back home to relive it.

Brit--

DAMNIT!

Orson?

Orson??

Orson??

What the hell is happening?

Orson!

ORSON!!

WAIT!

Y-you--

You killed him.

Better it than us.

What--

Where are we?

Have you seen a little boy?

I've seen lots of things,

maybe one of them was a boy.

Maybe not.

Nothing's as it seems here.

What is that?

That's Orson's!

Maybe he knows where my son is.

How do you even know they're human?

Here, take this.

I-I don't like weapons.

You'll need it.

What, am I supposed to club him over the head?

What if he knows where my son is?

You can go right up and ask for all I care...

But I'd bring that if I were you.

Wait!

Are you coming home then?

Not while my condescending asshole of a sister is there,

telling me how she "gets" me.

She's just trying to reach out to you.

Where was that when I was in rehab, Poppa?

Look,

maybe you can come visit me after the funeral.

After things have calmed down.

Poppa?

Are you there?

Yeah. I--

I'll call you later.

Eva?

You should see this.

What is that?

I think something fed here.

There's something out there.

In the woods.

Did you see something, Eva?

You've seen it too.

Where did you get that gun?

I thought I should protect myself.

I was hoping you'd show me how to use it?

Your mother would kill me if she found out.

I should take it away from you.

She hasn't seen what we've seen.

I'll think on it.

I said I'd think on it.

Now, go on home.

We are here to bear witness to our beloved sister Rachel

who has come to spill her blood,

not just for those gathered here,

but for the sake of all in this town.

The Withering ends tonight.

Now, do you have anything to say before we begin?

I--

I still don't know why Joy died,

but my doubts, my lack of faith, have put us all at risk.

So tonight, I submit myself to the Purifier's cleansing judgement.

Are you ready to begin?

Yes.

You know what happens

if the Purifier judges you unfavorably?

I do.

Then who have you chosen to perform the ritual?

I ask my fellow acolyte, Krista.

I hoped it would be me.

You fucking murderers!

Toby! What are you doing!?

Wh-- What the fuck is this?!

Xavier, what's happening?

Eric? Eric?!

Wh-- What is that?

Judgement.

Why are you following me?

Hey... are you okay?

What?

I--

Is this your son?

He says you're his mother.

ORSON!

I found him wandering by the docks an hour ago.

An hour?

He was just here-

You didn't even know he was missing?

There was...

a man in the fog...

You're a Johansen, aren't you?

I know about you and your family...

I called Child Services.

Wait what?

You were gone a while.

Momma, are you mad at me?

It was just a game.

No, angel.

I'm not mad.

Anyway, I'm sure they'll contact you.

Given your family's... history,

I suggest you tell them what they need to hear.

I lost my ball.

That's ok, Angel.

I'll get you a new one.

Are they gonna come take me away?

No, sweetheart.

I will never let that happen.

Oh god...

Oh, god.

No, no no.

W-what is this?

I-

I don't know.

Rachel, Rachel!

Are you okay?

You were screaming.

Did-- Did you see it?

No, baby.

I didn't see anything.

What the fuck, Toby?

You almost killed us, man!

You have no idea what happened here,

do you?

I-

I knew that some fucked up shit was happening in here,

but summoning-- monsters and shit…

I'm not gonna be quiet about it.

No one will believe you.

We'll see about that.

Make sure he leaves the property.

Don't you fucking touch me!

Toby... he saw it, too.

We all did.

It's spreading.

I warned you about her Xavier.

I knew this would happen.

Krista...

Are you really still defending her?

After everything we just--

Enough.

Rachel was right.

Clearly we've missed something.

Radcliffe's teachings are clear.

Yet we cannot deny what we've seen tonight.

Go home.

Get what rest you can.

But Barbara we--

We will stop this.

Don't tell me to calm down!

You all saw that... thing too!

And let's not forget that lunatic

who fucking firebombed us!

That's enough!

The Withering has spread to us.

The blight has to be stopped.

And what about Rachel?

Is she blighted now too?

Rachel has been chosen by The Purifier.

She--

I don't believe this.

The source of The Withering has yet to be found.

Until then, we must remain united, vigilant.

And what about Toby?

Whether we like it or not, he's in this now too.

Toby will continue to complicate things.

He should be dealt with first.

Kept on a tight leash.

He and Eric are friends.

I can get him to talk to Toby.

Get him to back down and lay low.

Good.

Use their friendship to get him to see reason.

No, Toby is unpredictable.

He's captive to his emotions.

We need to keep him calm,

humor him.

Am I the only one who was paying attention?

Toby thinks we summoned a monster.

That we can control it.

We can use that.

I'll talk to Eric.

You really messed up this time.

You're paying for that Cirelli.

It's not my fault.

Y-you didn't see it.

Always running,

always numbing.

You can't keep running, Toby.

It's your fault.

All of it!

Me,

the Mill.

It's not my fault!

Hey! Do I gotta call the cops?

I'm sure they'd love to get the call.

Finally put you away

after that shit you pulled at the Mill.

Yeah,

you think I forgot about that?

You think this town's forgotten?

Look, I'm trying to make it right.

You want to make things right?

Make peace with your past?

You start by taking responsibility.

Apologize to the people you hurt.

Apologize?

They should be saying sorry to me.

Anything goes wrong in this town,

it's always Toby fucking Cirelli.

Even when I'm doin' somethin' right, it's wrong.

You think what you did at the Mill was "right?"

I'm done being this town's whipping boy.

I'll make peace with my past by doin' what I always do:

Tellin' it to fuck off.

Is that a grave?

Found another one of those... piles.

Felt like I should give it a proper burial.

What do you think did this?

I found a dead rabbit once.

It was gutted head to toe.

I didn't even recognize it.

Just matted fur and flesh.

So I scooped it up.

I took it home to study.

Momma was very angry with me...

Maybe what killed that rabbit did this too...

The people around here don't like my family very much.

This wouldn't be the first time we've been harassed.

Why are they angry with you?

It's getting dark.

You should go home.

I don't think it's safe out here.

So you'll teach me to shoot?

I haven't decided.

But you said it's not safe.

Eva I--

Get behind me.

Eva, no!

I-I missed.

Go home, Eva.

But--

I said, go home.

Toby...

Toby!

What do you want from me?

Answers...

Justice...

BLOOD...!

I tried that, remember?!

Look, I'm sorry.

For everything.

I was a shitty brother,

I know that.

I can't change what I did.

What I didn't do...

But I'm asking you to forgive me.

Can't that be enough?

Joy?

What the fuck...

Hello, Toby.

No... Stay away from me…

Stay away from me!

So so sorry I'm late!

Another client went over our time.

Oh, you must be--

Aurora. From the Barnevernet.

Sorry,

I had an image in my mind of

what a Barnevernet social worker would be-

Cold, cryptic,

ready to snatch your child because you sneezed funny?

Something like that.

I know there are scary stories about us,

but I find openness and kindness yield the best results.

Now, can you talk to me

about what happened when you lost track of your son?

It's my fault.

I turned around for a second, and he was gone.

The fog was really thick that day...

There is an awful lot of fog in this town.

I had some trouble with it myself today.

I'll consider that in my report, but that's no excuse going forward.

You need to keep a closer eye on your child.

Now, about the person who reported the incident.

They said you were hiding?

Away from the crowd?

Why was that?

O-obviously that's ridiculous.

I was looking for him.

By hiding.

Well no, I--

May I meet him?

Of course.

Orson,

can you come here, angel?

It's nice to meet you, Orson.

I'm Aurora.

I lost my ball.

Uh-oh! Well, where could it be?

I gave it to Zayn, but he lost it.

That's his imaginary friend.

Now I don't have anything to play with.

Orson, you have plenty of toys.

He really does.

It's cuz I wanted to share with Zayn.

Well that is a very nice thing to do.

Orson, why don't you play close by

while Aurora and I finish chatting?

Obviously the Barnevernet takes child neglect seriously,

but I'm not interested in removing a child unless absolutely necessary.

I did not neglect my child.

I'd like to set a few more meetings to confirm things

have settled down for you two.

Maybe you can start with a gesture

to show that his needs are important to you.

He mentioned wanting a new toy?

He's always been drawn to my childhood dolls.

My mother ridiculed him for it, but..

I suppose with her gone, there's no harm in it.

He has to have some nice memories of her.

Maybe a doll that helps him remember her fondly?

He's close with my father.

Maybe a little hunter.

Though, I've never liked having him around guns,

even toys.

I understand you're a scientist?

That's a wonderful thing for a child to aspire to.

I try not to smother him with my influence.

Bad memories from my mother...

Oh. It never ends!

I'll be in touch soon to set a follow-up.

Until then!

Good to be home, huh?

So are we ever gonna talk about

what happened the other night?

How did Toby know about the ritual?

Mommy, mommy! You're home!

Hi, sweetie.

I was scared today,

but then I remembered the girl in the stone castle.

That's good, honey.

Remember, the Purifier keeps us safe.

Really?

Go get your PJs on.

I'll be in soon.

Okay...

He begged me, Rach.

He's in a really bad place.

I had to tell him something.

That's exactly what makes him dangerous.

He's taking advantage of you, Eric.

Playing off your empathy.

He just... seemed so desperate.

I kept thinking about when we all first met.

How we were all... friends.

Maybe a part of me was hoping we could go back to that.

You know that's never going to happen.

Yeah, I know.

I swear

one day you'll let someone pull on your heart strings so hard

they'll rip your whole heart out.

I need you to talk to Toby.

About what?

Get him to back down.

Try to reason with him.

Tell him he's going to end up hurting a lot of innocent people.

I can give it a try.

Don't try. Do it.

People are depending on us.

Okay.

And don't tell him anymore stuff about us.

About the Foundation.

We can't trust him.

Finally writing that novel?

Something like that.

What the hell is this?

My testimony.

Some reporter's gonna hear my story

and finally blow the lid

right the fuck off about the Foundation.

Nobody wants your crazy napkin stories,

Cirelli.

FBI was interested.

Next one's on me.

We need to talk.

About what?

How your wife's cult killed my sister

or that crazy shit they conjured?

I know you're in pain, man,

but going after the Foundation isn't gonna to bring your sister back.

If you keep this up, more people are gonna get hurt.

Innocent people.

You think I care if anyone in the Foundation gets hurt?

You want my little girl caught up in all this, Toby?

Ya know, for a minute there,

you had me going, Hernandez.

But words are coming out of your mouth,

and all I hear is Rachel.

They're the words of someone

who wants to protect his friend.

If we were friends,

you would have left the Foundation

as soon as you found out they killed my sister!

C'mon man,

you know it's more complicated than that.

Is it?

Or is that what your bitch of a wife tells you

while she's got your balls in a vise?

All this, coming from the "friend"

who played off my sympathy

and begged me to betray my wife?

Wake the fuck up, man!

The Foundation's crazy shit is out now!

I'm gonna make sure of it!

And when things finally go down,

I don't want you caught up in it!

Yeah, thanks for the concern.

I mean it, Eric. You gotta wake up, man.

They're gonna get you and your kid killed.

If you can't see that,

I'll make you understand.

You want me to do what?

I want you to recruit Toby.

Into The Foundation?

That's right.

You want him here... after everything he did?

What I want is for you to have faith in me.

What could I even say to convince him?

He's seen the Withering too.

Convince him the Foundation can offer him protection.

He thinks we're the cause.

Then use his paranoia to your advantage.

Feed it.

Show him we can wield more than just words.

Wouldn't that just drive him away?

He thinks you've wronged him.

Maybe if you showed remorse for Joy's death,

he'd be more amenable.

I don't know, Xavier.

This doesn't feel right.

I'm not asking.

I'm telling you.

Okay, sure.

Good.

Don't mention this to Barbara.

For now, at least.

Men faen,

what now?

Eva, stop this!

If you won't do it...

I'll teach myself.

Eva, stop!

You don't know what it's like...

to be scared all of the time.

I do know. More than you think.

I'll teach you.

Now,

take a deep breath.

Good, now exhale.

Slow.

Now go on and squeeze the trigger.

Good,

good!

The key is to aim for vital organs,

like the head or the heart.

One shot. One kill.

But that will take some practice.

Can I go again?

It's getting late.

You should head home.

Oh, and don't tell your mother.

Thank you.

Faen i helvete!

Faen ta deg!

Please, don't shoot!

Mette?!

I'm-I'm sorry about the window.

I thought you still had a spare key by there...

Eh, could you...?

Oh.

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

I'm a bit out of sorts.

Tell me everything.