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Previously on Crystal Lake...

This could be our stronghold.

Don't tell anyone, though, okay? It's just for us.

Ralph Neely, you are under arrest

for the murder of the kid hanging from your ceiling.

Chief says this. Chief says that.

You want to be Sheriff someday.

You've got to grow some fucking stones, boy.

You think the dead guys your brother found

could have been working for Bellflower?

The whistleblower.

They are hiding something,

and it involves your mystery company.

- Dr. Landau. - You don't want anything

to do with this and neither do I.

Harmony says I'm protected by a guardian angel.

Yeah, well, that girl is dangerous.

Don't do anything you don't wanna do.

Groovy, I'll just watch over you.

There is something in those woods.

That's what did this.

- Grace. - I saved Jason.

He's fine now. I saw him.

And if he were in these woods,

I would know.

And believe me, I would be so happy.

Mama's here.

Did you hear that?

What's going on outside?

Just a look?

Fine. I didn't do anything.

I thought I heard a scream.

What did I do?

Make it stop. Make it stop.

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

I hurt them.

- I hurt them. - No, no, no, no.

No, you did not.

No, you didn't, okay? You look at me.

It's the drugs. They're just confusing you.

They were like this when you found them.

- Really? - Yeah, yeah.

Those hippies, they took too much acid

and it made them go insane, like you see on the news.

Okay? I'm just grateful that

they were gone when you stumbled in.

Grace, I'm gonna fix this.

I promise you, okay?

I just have to get rid of the bodies.

I need to bring them downstairs and put them in a boat.

It won't work.

There's too much blood.

They'll look everywhere. Even the lake.

They'll find them.

They didn't find you.

They didn't care about me.

What can I do? They'll take our Gracie away.

The ones who really did this... to her?

It's their fault. They should take the blame.

They should take the blame.

How?

Kill them, Mommy.

Kill them.

I will, Jason.

I will.

The world is so much realer through the lens, man.

You can't hide from the naked image.

It will lay you bare.

Yeah, man.

But if you really listen, you know, the whole world is

speaking to us through senses that, you know...

we can't comprehend with our eyes and our ears, man.

I can feel the wisdom of it on my skin.

Yeah.

You've just got to lay down that camera, man, bathe you in...

You okay?

Yeah, man.

I just tripped on a log or something.

Oh, shit.

What?

It's the prom king, man.

Harmony's guy.

- He's cold, man. - No, no.

This is bad, man. Right?

He's dead, isn't he? Isn't he?

Oh, God, I can't look at him.

What are you doing, man?

I'm Weegee, man.

I'm making my witness to the poetry of

man's inhumanity to man, man.

What? Oh, God.

I already feel my trip going bad, man.

Bug... we should go tell somebody.

Come on, man. Let's go. I...

I'm coming.

Hey, Bug?

You done, man? I'm... I'm serious.

I real... I really want to head back...

What are you...

You people just couldn't leave her alone.

You killed them?

No, dear. You did.

Oh, God, you're miles deep.

I can feel you penetrating my soul.

Dig it, mama.

Ride the rainbow.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

What the fuck?

Oh, God!

Oh! No.

Shh.

The fire spirits are whispering to us.

Is that the kitchen lady?

Is that... blood?

What... What... What happened?

- Are you hurt? - Is she okay?

I can't let you take her away from us.

You... What are you talking about?

I'm... I'm... I can't... I can't find anything.

Where's the... Where's the blood...

Whoa. Shit.

No! Fuck!

No! No! Oh!

- Pam? - Oh, shit.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- What's happening? Where... - Get down.

We've got to go. We've got to go.

She's killing everyone.

- No, you can't take the boat. - Okay. Okay.

If you want to stay, stay. I don't fucking care.

Pam?

- No! - What!

You're not gonna take the boat!

Get off me, you crazy bitch!

Oh. Oh, Grace. Hey, I'm sorry. You okay?

Hey.

Go away!

Go away.

Why are you doing this?

Grace?

Grace?

Grace!

Hello?

Who is there?

Jason?

What a mess.

First glance? Bunch of kids got together,

dropped god-knows-what, and had themselves

a good old-fashioned psychedelic freakout.

- Yeah, maybe so. - No maybe about it.

Toxicology will confirm, but we found loose tabs

and paraphernalia all over the place.

We're not talking F.D.A. approved, either.

You got middle-aged clerks working at a local.

Fotomat mixing this stuff up and selling it to whoever's looking

for a stone groove.

But you get one bad batch of this shit,

and you think your old lady's carrying Rosemary's Baby.

What's the, last count on this?

- Eight? - And one in the wind.

I got the make and model of the van.

Your guy said he'll call it in.

Oh, okay. Yeah, thanks.

And you said one witness, yeah?

Grace Snell. Thirteen, local girl.

Poor kid's having a year.

Camp cook found her hiding in the pantry

when she got to work this morning.

She's at Our Lady of Mercy.

I'll try to talk to her when she's ready.

I mean, it might be nice to have a familiar face in the room

when we take her statement.

But when the time comes, I'll do the questioning.

What do you think is the best way to coordinate?

There's nothing to coordinate. This is a mass murder case.

Staties will take it from here.

All due respect, Captain, this happened in my back yard.

A couple these kids, I've known them since they were little.

Okay, let me just stop you right there.

This? This is the kind of witchy cult shit

the papers get off on.

It's way too high profile to leave in the hands

of a local police chief.

Especially one with your history.

Yeah, I know all about your little stint in Newark.

But hey, I don't judge.

Ground level is a grimy beat.

I was cleared.

Good for you.

I'll let you know if we need anything.

Hey. Where did this come from?

I just deliver the stuff.

Shit.

Okay.

Pam?

It's okay, it's all right.

Yeah, I've been here all morning just waiting for her to wake up.

She's heavily sedated.

But the docs expect a full recovery.

Those hippies pumped her so full of drugs, Lee.

I don't know if she's gonna wake up and be the same person.

I saw my share of bad trips in the city.

Most of the time, it's just a bump in the road.

She's lucky she got out of there alive.

The others, they were...

Pam. I'm just so damn sorry.

You told me what those freaks were up to at the camp.

I should have cleared them out right then and there.

What happened to Grace, that's... that's on me.

Oh, Lee. No.

I was afraid they were gonna sell grass to the counselors.

I didn't think it would be murder. Come on.

None of us saw that coming.

It's my job to see what others don't.

And I've been blind.

And people are dead.

Well, Grace is alive.

Okay? And if you really want to do right by her,

you find out who did it.

Do you have any leads?

It's not my case anymore.

I just came by to get an update on her condition.

What do you mean, it's not your case?

Staties took over.

They told me where I could take my black ass.

Well, they can't do that, can they?

They can do whatever the hell they want.

Crime like this?

Feds will probably come sniffing around, too.

Especially if the suspect crosses state lines.

- They have a suspect? - One of the hippies.

Girl named Mary Ann Sacramoni. Kids call her Harmony.

Probably halfway to Canada by now.

Staties want to talk to Grace when she wakes up.

See if she knows anything that might help them.

Someone should be here with her, you know?

When they get here.

She has no family and no one to look after her.

They won't be here until tomorrow, earliest.

Go home. Get some rest.

I'll have the nurse call as soon as Grace wakes up.

Star Ledger.

Is this Briana Brooks?

Who's asking?

Did you receive my package?

You gonna tell me what the hell.

Bellflower was doing with these people?

Everything I know is in those files.

It's your problem now.

- Don't contact me again. - Hold up...

One of the women in these files. I know her.

Impossible.

The subjects in those files are all dead.

I don't know who told you that,

but I can assure you this one's alive.

She lives in the same town where those two guys turned up dead.

They had to be looking for her, right?

Not on the phone. Can you meet?

Yeah, you have a place in mind?

Mariner's Pier,

five P.M., by the tumbler ride.

Everything good?

Yeah.

I promise you, Mr. Kohler,

the Chief is doing everything he can to ensure

the safety of the...

No, sir. At the moment, there is no plan to form a posse.

I'll tell him. Your sister called, Chief.

She said it was urgent.

Thanks, Mag.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Where the hell have you been?

- Excuse me? - We've been getting

our asses kicked since word got out about the killings.

I tried you on the radio.

Yeah, I was checking on the actual victim of this thing.

Grace Snell.

All due respect to the over active imaginations

of our fine citizens.

Well, while you were off babysitting,

Ralph got himself some kind of lawyer through the "V.A."

- He posted bail an hour ago. - Oh, yeah. Well, good for him.

He's still a person of interest.

When are you gonna let this go?

I told you that Ralph wasn't our man.

Plus, he was locked up last night

when all those damn murders happened.

He had a girl's body strung up in his shed, Chief.

Those hippies going crazy on each other doesn't change that.

And... And the bodies in the cave,

that was before all this hippie shit, alright?

We never had a strong enough case against Ralph.

But you've been hell bent on getting your bust.

This is what happens when you ignore protocol

and you go off half-cocked.

The real killers stay free.

And you really want to talk to me about protocol?

I heard the shit you pulled back in Newark.

Yeah. Couple Staties came by

while you were out.

- Asked me some questions. - What kind of questions?

Oh, you're not even gonna deny it.

I don't need to defend myself to you, Officer Dorfman.

Well, they told me all about how you got your hand caught

in the cookie jar, taking bribes from dealers.

Just a real upstanding citizen there, Chief.

Yeah, well, there's more to that damn story.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You've been lying to me since day one.

Acting all uppity when the truth is,

you're just some dirty cop

who got put out to pasture in my town.

- Aren't you, Chief? - You want to know the truth?

Truth is, you wouldn't make it as a damn crossing guard

in a real city.

And you don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about.

Now, I might not know

what the hell's been going on around here lately.

But I don't need any of your bullshit making it any harder.

Now, get the fuck out of my office

before I show you what a real dirty cop looks like.

To think I used to look up to you.

You know, my daddy was right.

This town deserves better.

Yeah, thought I'd bring those to Grace.

Figured she might like something to read when she wakes up.

That poor kid.

You know what? Just take them, on the house.

Oh. Trudy, thank you.

And I'll get you a coffee. Okay?

- I imagine it's been a long one. - Yeah.

Probably some kind of Satanic ritual, you know?

Helter Skelter.

Like those Manson nutters perpetrated out in "Hell-A".

- How you figure that? - Read the news, Gus.

The Devil's influence is growing stronger every day.

Christ, Enos saw a demon with his own two eyes.

I'm not sure what I saw.

Ask me, the second they banned praying in school,

they let the serpent in the door.

The best offense is always a good defense.

Well, at least Ralph's off the hook.

I told them there was no way you hurt that girl.

Damn straight!

Brooks and his ijit sidekick locked up a patriot.

Meanwhile, John Christy's got a pack of commies

running wild up at camp.

Thought you said they were Satanists.

Ralph, why don't you come join us?

Yeah, come on. Right over here. Beers on us.

If it's all the same, I'm fine here.

Oh, come on now.

There's no better way to celebrate your freedom

than a nice cold one.

Hey, Trudy.

Why don't you grab us a couple of Buds?

I said no, goddamn it!

You fools.

You sit here casting stones.

Speculating on evil.

But you know not of which you speak.

There's something in those woods.

And it's not a bunch of doped-up draft dodgers.

It's something unnatural.

Something truly evil.

And it doesn't care about our laws or opinions or politics.

Yeah, go on.

Have yourself a walk in the woods.

You'll never come back again.

Real prophet of doom, ain't he?

Ralph. Ralph, hey, wait.

Ralph.

I've seen it, too. The thing in the woods.

You did?

I think so.

Can you tell me what you think it is?

I don't know what it is.

But it's been following me for weeks.

What does it want?

For a while, it just watched.

Then, it started emptying my traps and skinning my kills.

Like it was trying to learn.

Like a... baby, making sense of the world.

Did you get a look at it?

Just only glimpses.

It sticks to the shadows.

But its tracks...

they're like a man's.

Can I tell you something?

And I... I know it's gonna sound crazy.

But I think it might be him.

- Jason. - Your son?

Ever since he disappeared...

there's no body, there are no answers.

And I've just had this feeling like a part of me knew

that he was still out there.

And he's all alone, Ralph.

If there's even the slightest chance that I could find him...

I have to.

If that thing was your boy,

it's not anymore.

And someone's got to do something about it.

What do you mean? Hey!

Ralph!

Excuse me!

Spin a child in circles, they're content for hours.

If only we adults were as easily entertained.

Right, Miss Brooks?

Where's Dr. Landau?

Hopefully with our lawyers reviewing the terms

of his Non-disclosure Agreement.

Okay. That answers who you work for.

Now, how about you tell me

who you are and what the hell you want?

This conversation needn't be antagonistic, Miss Brooks.

As you know, there are two sides to every story,

and I'm here on behalf of Bellflower

to answer as many questions as I can.

All due respect, but your company doesn't have

the greatest track record when it comes to transparency.

So, why should I believe a word that you say?

Well, as opposed to the word of a disgruntled alcoholic

with an axe to grind against the company that fired him?

Look. We don't grant interviews very often, Miss Brooks,

and we rarely go on the record. I'm here.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

- What was Project Argonaut? - A clinical trial.

One of hundreds we've conducted over the years.

- What was it testing? - It's proprietary, I'm afraid.

Why did it get shut down?

If Landau told you about Project Argonaut,

then you already know why.

Okay. Then, how did those women die?

I can't speak to that.

But I can tell you that the program was voluntary,

the subjects were carefully vetted,

and the science was sound.

The fact is that progress and innovation

it always requires a certain amount of risk.

If Bellflower did nothing wrong,

then why go to such lengths to hide it?

It's because the press is no place for nuance

or uncomfortable truths.

They want spectacle. Look.

Nothing sells newspapers like congressional investigations

and alleged criminal conspiracies.

You understand how this looks, right?

People are dead and you're paying hush money

to witnesses through shell corporations.

It is precisely because we understand how it looks that

we put Landau under such a comprehensive N.D.A.

Anything that he has shared with you is inadmissible,

and anything you print will be refuted and litigated

to the fullest extent of the law.

This is your chance to see reason.

And this is your chance to tell the truth.

If Project Argonaut was shut down years ago,

then why were the remains of two ex-soldiers with links

to the project found in a small town in New Jersey?

What were Ed Shabani and Benjamin Mutrux after?

I... I wouldn't know.

But it sounds like you have some theories.

What town was this, exactly?

Why are you really here, Mister...

Cards on the table, Argonaut was my project.

My failure.

When Landau told me you might know the whereabouts

of one of our test subjects,

and that she might still be alive,

well, I saw a chance to make amends.

That doesn't explain why your men were murdered.

Were they after her, too?

If you think...

If you're saying that Mutrux and Shabani were found dead

in the same town where Pamela Wittering resides,

then we should be asking her that question, not me.

You never mentioned her name, did you?

To Landau or to me.

Where is Landau?

Well, so much for the easy way. Tony.

Don't make a scene.

Move, move, move!

Move!

Move!

Damn.

Harmony and her friends gave me drugs.

I don't really remember anything after that.

Except finding Claudette and Barry.

And I was so scared.

And there was so much blood.

That's good. Good girl.

And if they ask you any other questions, you just say,

"I don't remember."

And it's okay if you need to cry.

But is that really what happened?

Yes, of course.

I mean, I know some of your memories might not make sense.

But that's just the hallucinations, honey.

And I wouldn't tell the police, if I were you.

Because they could get the wrong idea and then,

they might blame you.

Gracie, do you understand?

Yes.

I know it's hard.

Some of my memories don't really make sense either.

Like when I found you, I...

I was trying to protect you, and I just...

I felt like there was someone else there.

You know, helping me.

There was someone there, wasn't there?

Did you see him?

Have you seen him before, Jason?

I think so.

Where? Do you remember?

Tell me!

I... I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry. Just...

I don't... I just, I...

I just miss him so much.

And if he is here... if he's alive.

I'm his mother. I need to know.

You understand that, right?

There's this place we used to go together.

Just us.

- Star Ledger. - Nate, it's me.

Jesus, Bri, what the hell is going on?

- I'm in trouble. - Yeah, no shit.

Some guys just showed up asking for you.

- What kind of guys? - The unfriendly kind.

- They're in Wagner's office. - Shit.

They're from Bellflower, right? Right?

What did... What did Landau tell you?

- I think Landau's dead. - What?

Whatever this is, Bellflower doesn't want

the story getting out and they're not fucking around.

Jesus. I knew it. I knew it.

Listen to me.

There's an envelope in my desk,

second drawer on the left. A file Landau sent me.

Grab it and go. Do not let them see you.

Drop it behind the counter at the diner on Market.

- Will I see you? - I'll see you.

I'll grab it when I know you weren't followed.

What about you? Where you gonna go?

It's better that you don't know.

Got it.

I'll be in touch, watch your back.

Hey, Nate. Have you seen Briana around?

No, not, not since lunch.

She miss another deadline? Typical.

No, I just wanted to give her some notes on a story.

If you see her, just send her my way, would you?

Will do.

Let's take a look at her desk. It's over here.

I'm sorry, Lee.

I know y'all are friends.

We're not just friends.

No.

No, you... Come on!

- You don't even know her. - Neither do you!

Look, I know this shit is hard to believe, but Bellflower tried

to kidnap me in broad daylight to cover this up.

Why would they do that if it wasn't true?

Shabani and Mutrux?

They came here looking for her, and they turned up dead.

Like you said so, yourself, it wasn't Ralph, which means...

No. If this proves anything, it's that Pam is a victim.

- Not a killer. - Open your eyes, Lee.

Her whole life is a lie.

And when Bellflower finds out that I've got a brother

who's a cop in a town in Jersey, they're gonna come here.

Now, if we want to figure out what the fuck is going on,

there's only one person in the world who can tell us.

And we've got to get to her before they do.

Jason? Is that you?

Jason?

It's Mommy, baby.

I'm here. You don't have to be afraid.

Jason, come out here, please.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I should've protected you.

I should've never...

I should've never ever left you alone, honey. I'm...

Jason, come out here. I know that you're here.

And I just want to see you.

Hey.

What are you guys doing?

Sorry to barge in on you like this, Pam.

But we need to talk.

Why do you have such serious faces?

What's going on?

I found this in your bathroom.

The other half, I dug out of the hip of a dead man

I found in a bear cave.

A man who worked for Bellflower Chemical.

That sound familiar?

Yeah. I was as surprised as you look now.

I need you to make sense of this for me, Pam.

I need you to give me a good goddamn reason.

Please.

Before I have to haul you in for murder.

You think you can do that?

May I sit?

- Pam. - Just give me a minute, please.

I've never told anyone what I'm about to tell you.

And I'm just trying to decide...

where to start.