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Don't worry, I'll do all the rowing.

Hey man, I'm just here for a good time.

Well, so am I.

Yeah, this is that competing goals thing from that link I sent you. Did you look at it?

You're gonna love this spot. It's away from everyone, there's no people--

There's like no one here, there's no people. Where are the people?

It doesn't matter.

I swear you're like a kid on Christmas Eve every moment of every day.

No, I'm the parent and I wrapped these damn presents. Pick up your paddle.

I'm gonna row you all the way back to your room. So help me God.

That's silly.

It's nice being back on the lake with you.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing earlier.

Why didn't you say anything then?

Look, I'm not ashamed of how we got here.

-Oh, something to share with the class. Mr. Bailey, no? -No.

Okay, okay.

So you weren't gonna tell me that I'm beautiful and radiant?

Mhm. I was gonna say maybe you had a bad hair day. STOP!

You're beautiful, you're stunning, you're just so gorgeous.

Even if you were bald, you still just--

You know, you have a great skull shape, that's what it is.

Wow.

Wow.

That Bailey charm.

So now you're ready to row. Okay, here we go.

Yeah, we gotta go. We're burning daylight, keep it moving.

Just grab your jacket, there.

All right.

Hey, I'm sorry, I don't think I know you.

Well, you wouldn't be sorry if you did.

No, I'm the groundskeeper here.

It's just not often I see folks I don't know out this early.

You know all the properties?

Yeah, and all the tenants.

So.

I'm Wyatt.

Okay, well Wyatt, this is private property.

I know. I know the owner.

Wait, Wyatt. Yeah.

You--

Is Jeffrey Bailey your father?

I'm his son.

Wow.

You're just like him.

Listen, I just took the boat out.

Yeah, no, you're fine, sorry.

I thought Jeff was coming out this weekend.

I actually have um--

Got a Christmas gift for him, so...

Oh, but you know what, no worries.

I'll just give it to him later.

But you know, if you see him, you can tell him I have a little something for him.

I gotta get going, I got some groceries and shit in the car.

Oh, yeah, of course, okay.

It's nice to finally meet you, Violet.

How'd you know my name?

Your name and number are on the brochure.

Right, of course.

Of course.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I wanted to reach out.

Fuck.

Look I... I heard what happened.

And uh-

I'm so sorry, Wyatt.

Okay.

I know we're not us anymore, but-

and if you don't want to hear my voice, I swear I won't violate that.

But just - I'll just listen to you.

Or hold you or whatever you need. I'm here, okay?

I'm here, Wyatt.

Do you think that squirrels go camping?

It seems kind of silly that they wouldn't. They're kind of made for it.

Also, I always thought an interesting poker game would be

a bear, a raccoon, and a squirrel together.

-Maybe the bear is running it, I don't know. -Just a little further, come on.

I've counted 17 squirrels on this walk already.

One squirrel punched his squirrel buddy and ran away with a mask on.

Vigilante or villain?!

- Still cute though. - Just a little further.

If I didn't know you better, I'd say I was about to get murdered.

Wow.

But I do know you. So I'm just flabbergasted with excitement.

It's just a place I wanna go with you. Sorry it's such a hike.

Hey.

Great places are worth the hike.

But you know, some people just go hike it.

- Come on, let's go. - Wait, you're gonna leave me here?

I am going to get killed.

And hopefully not by you.

Are you gonna kill me with love?

Yeah.

You're ridiculous.

Come on.

- Off to kill you now. - Oh, good.

I've been calling you.

I know.

I'm not someone you can legally ghost, Mr. Bailey. I call, you answer.

That's how this works, you got it?

Yes, ma'am.

I know.

Let's have a little chat.

It's really a mess in here. Do you mind if we use the back deck?

Okay, fine.

Look, I can't really know what you're going through right now,

but that doesn't change the process. It makes the process more important than ever.

Yeah, I know that.

Circumstances, no matter how bleak, don't change the facts.

Math, science, history, and law, all in one. You gotta stay clean.

And I am.

Good.

You can understand my concern, right? You've been through a lot.

Have the cops found anything?

No.

Look, I'm just your probation officer, so I don't know anything.

What I do know is my mother was murdered.

And if I had the past that you do--

have you talked to any of your army buddies recently?

Look, I'm fucking clean.

All right? You can test me if you want.

Wyatt, why is there a casket on your dinner table?

Well, it's for my mom.

I thought she was already buried.

Well, I didn't know if he'd pay for it.

Your father?

I take it he did, though.

Have you talked to him? Does he know you're staying here?

The groundskeeper was pretty short on the phone when I called looking for you.

Plus, this place is pretty quiet for a Christmas tree farm in the middle of December.

I guess he's taking the season off.

Look, I checked in with East Covenant. They haven't seen you in weeks.

Did you get a new place?

You got two more months.

You're so close.

Look, I didn't like East Covenant.

Okay, I'm searching for a better place.

Actively.

I promise.

Alright.

You sit tight.

I got some fucking questions for you.

So, you've decided to take DMT, otherwise known as the spiritual molecule.

Well, you'd better strap in, because you're in for one heck of a ride.

What we theorize about DMT, which is short for dimethyltryptamine,

is that it can be a chemical gateway to the other side.

So in theory, by taking the drug, you could be unlocking the door to that other side.

Pretty trippy, right?

So be prepared!

Two very important things to remember when taking the drug

Number one, make sure you're with a buddy, someone you trust with your life.

And number two, the effects can be very intense and fast.

In fact, you can expect to start your journey in just under 45 seconds.

So it's very important to be taken when this subject is in a very positive state of mind.

As I always say, if the demons are a-nippin', don't go a-trippin'.

All right, Dad.

It's just you and me.

You want one?

If you just tell me,

this can all be over.

Hmm.

Tell me.

Mm-hmm.

Fucking tell me already, just say it. No, I know you did it.

Come on, come on.

You fucking tell me - that's it, just fucking say it.

Did you do it?

Please, Dad, I have to know.

I know it's hard, nobody wants to fucking tell the truth.

Mom was great, wasn't she?

I'd be damned if I could remember one single time she ever put herself before

either one of us.

Even when she was mad or upset or...

hurt by something that we did, which

from my perspective was all the fucking time.

And I just have this one memory.

It still haunts me.

Even when I'm high.

And I can't... I just can't fucking shake it.

So I never got to--

never got to tell her I'm sorry.

Because of you. You took that, you took that fucking away from me.

Fucking son of a bitch.

Fuck.

It was before y'all got in the second house.

We were still in that two-room shack in Tucker.

You started to come into a little bit more money and you wanted a bigger place.

Four rooms, maybe five rooms...

We were at one of the open houses and Mom...

Mom comes bouncing over to me, you know?

She's so happy.

That big old smile. I loved that big ol' smile of hers.

She comes up and she says to me,

she goes, "Hey,

"if we get this place, you can invite your friends over."

Truth.

She was always so encouraging and I loved that about her.

She knew I didn't want to have my friends over. She thought it was because of the shack.

And she didn't want me to feel embarrassed.

She was always so fucking hopeful.

What did she think when I signed up?

Left home, never called, never came back home to visit.

And now it just fucking-- just breaks my fucking heart that I don't get to tell her,

"Hey... hey thank you for trying so fucking hard for me."

Is there anything you want to apologize to Mom for?

Hmm?

Shit.

Yes?

Is Jeffrey Bailey home?

- No, ma'am, he's not. - Well, then who are you?

I'm Jeffrey's son.

So Jeffrey's your father?

I'm his son.

Well, when will he be returning, soon I hope?

Ma'am, it's getting really late. Is there something I can help you with?

Yes, yes there is.

Is Jeffrey home?

- I already told you he's not home. - Are you sure?

Just leave us alone.

Us indeed. Us indeed.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Answer me, Dad.

Like shrooms and LSD, DMT acts on the serotonin receptors in the brain.

Sounds fun, right? But be careful.

It can lead to seizure disorder, respiratory arrest, and comas,

especially in those prone to depression and anxiety.

Also be on the lookout for deep personalization, identifying with inanimate objects,

and loss of sense of self.

Right, Wyatt?

Dad?

Did you kill Mom?

I knew,

I knew the second you hugged me after I found out.

Because it was so...

insincere.

So cold and weak.

Like you knew you had to touch something that was a part of her.

You knew you had to hug your son after he found out his mom was murdered.

I fucking knew.

I wish I could kill you again, you fucking sociopath!

And you know what one of the most universal traits of a sociopath is, Wyatt?

It's a lack of empathy.

A lack of empathy and a strong ability to fake human emotion.

To fake a loving embrace, son? Well, it would have been the easiest thing I did that day.

But do you know what a non-sociopath is completely capable of?

Disgust.

Disgust for my drug addict son.

For all I know, the murder of my beloved wife was motivated by some pathetic drug feud.

Brought on by his pathetic addiction.

Stop!

To stand there embracing you, Jeffrey Bailey's

-biggest mistake. -I said stop it!

And wonder if you were somehow responsible?

To be honest, hugging you after I found out wasn't easy. It was the hardest thing

I've ever had to do.

-What have you done? -You shut up.

What have you done, son?

-Disgust. -Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Covering your eyes, believe it or not, keeps you warm.

-This better be worth it, Wyatt. -It will be, I promise.

Is this the end for me?

I hope it's just the beginning. Okay, ready?

Yes.

Three, two, one.

We were never here.

What's going on?

We had similar conversations once, but I can't remember where. It wasn't here.

This is a horrible, horrible place, Wyatt. You know that.

Now please, put the knife down.

What's happening?

You're deciding or fighting.

Fighting to decide.

There's another one in there. You just haven't found it yet.

Now I am psychologically, spiritually, and cosmically bound to say this next part.

Raise the knife and finish the job. Or we could take a walk and talk instead.

I'm a really good listener right now. You should really take advantage.

Okay. Cora?

That was fantastic.

Willow, that might be the best you've ever made that macaroni. Might as well just kill you now.

That's a little bit dark, Jeffrey.

You've peaked.

You're not getting any better.

Or younger.

Plus, you won't have to do the dishes.

Hey.

You wanna play Jenga?

Hide and seek.

The floor is lava.

Okay, I can respect that.

You drive a tough bargain.

You wanna drive my car?

Yes!

Well, you can't, because you're only seven.

But now that I know you're capable of saying yes,

what do you really wanna do?

-I wanna go in Dad's study. -No!

We're not allowed in there.

You know that.

Hey.

You can drive my car.

I'm gonna grab my keys.

Do not move. I will be right back.

Hey.

Let's get you cleaned up.

It's not your fault.

It never was.

I'm really happy to see you again.

I didn't think I was going to.

Why are you here? What's happening to me?

Well, you wanna live!

Which I'm obviously in support of.

Now if you just tell me where you are,

I can come help.

Not your problem anymore, Cora.

Just 'cause you're not with somebody anymore,

doesn't mean you stop caring.

Or loving them.

So, where are you?

It's too late.

Well, if that's really how you feel. I can't change that.

But I am here now. So, you are stuck with me.

I don't wanna be stuck with you.

I wanna be by myself.

Okay, if that were truly the case,

I wouldn't be here at all.

Let's go do something.

Maybe take a walk.

By the lake. There's a moon out tonight. It's nice.

Always walking.

I'm not really here.

Wyatt.

Look, I won't even try to make a move on you. Okay, I won't try to make out. I won't.

Promise?

Yeah, of course. Making out with you would be like making out with myself.

Well, you've never looked better.

Oh, now that's a lie. Because you look like a fucking train wreck.

Hey, what was that?

What was that place I wanted to show you?

I'm pretty sure it was, like, right...

Yeah, I don't...

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Look, we'll go on a walk. Maybe you'll remember then.

No pressure. Maybe we get to crash our first date at the lake.

Okay.

Alright let's just go.

Really?

Well, all right.

Why you so pretty?

-You know, the cold, dark, simple truth... -Hmm...

I knew I wanted to be with you the second I met you.

Why did you do that?

Do what, Wyatt?

I was following you and then you fucking disappeared. What the fuck's happening?

I was walking with you and then you were gone.

-No, I trusted you. -You can trust me.

What the fuck? I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck's happening.

There were two sides of the coin to that first time at the lake.

You know this.

You chose not to follow me, but look, we're so close.

So close. We can go right now if you want to, for real this time.

What makes this time different, huh?

We were walking together and then you left me.

I can't make that anymore clear.

Please, please, just come with me.

I came here to solve my mother's murder. That's it.

-No, you didn't. You know it. -You always think you know better than me, Cora. You don't.

I have to know the truth.

That's how you really feel? Then leave no stone unturned.

I'm done playing games. Admit it. Tell me what you got to do.

Say something.

That's it! That's it!

I'm doing it. I'm gonna... do it!

Don't, please. You were dealt a shit hand, but this won't solve that.

- I need to know. - You don't get to know. Not really.

Ok. But you can learn to live with it. Please, please. Just live with it.

Live with me.

Wyatt, please.

Cora, no!

Cora no!

Cora!

Cora!

Cora! Cora, where are you?

Cora.

Cora. Cora, I'm so sorry.

I'll go to the lake with you.

It's not too late. I can go to the lake with you, I promise.

Thanks for driving. Yeah, it's just a little further.

Okay.

I think this thing's pulling to the left. What do you think?

-It always does that. -Does it? That's normal?

-It's totally normal. -Oh good.

It's gonna be nice.

All right.

-It's just down that way a bit? -I think so.

-Okay, let's go. -Okay, let's get our stuff.

Okay.

Okay.

You wanna grab your overnight bag?

Okay.

-Ready? -Yeah.

- This is amazing. - Yeah, yeah.

No people, no bullshit, you know?

-Yeah. All right, I'm gonna get set up now. -Oh, let's wait a little bit.

-Wait, why wait? - I mean what's the rush?

You know why we came here. Drugs, drugs.

I know. I just wanna take a walk before it gets dark. We paid for this place, it's beautiful.

Yeah, you're right, it is. All right, yeah.

Leave it here.

Leave it here, okay.

Thanks for coming out here with me.

Thanks for inviting me.

Just stop thinking about it. We're gonna get there, just try to be present.

Oh, I am super present.

I wanna be here.

No, you don't. Neither do I. I just... I want to wanna be here.

Maybe we'll find a waterfall or some shit.

What, something funny about waterfalls?

I just had a random thought. It was dumb.

-I love dumb random thoughts, they're my favorite. -Oh, do you love

dumb random thoughts? -Yes.

-No, this one was a doozy. -Okay, well now you have to tell me.

Nah, super dumb.

I can't, I don't, okay, you know what?

It'd be like a first date fart. It'd be over before it began.

Maybe a third date. Maybe like a third date fart rule?

That's pretty presumptuous.

I mean right now don't even know if you're gonna get a second date-- might as well fart now.

-See, you chose to love me. -No, that happened to me.

Okay.

Okay... Well like--

How is no one-- how has no one asked this question? I'll go ahead and ask it.

How do waterfalls never run out of water?

That's what you're gonna ask?

What? Why are you laughing?

-Come on, think about it. Is it that dumb? -No.

Hold on a second.

People are gonna start asking this more often I'm telling ya.

I'm bringing it to light right now. Cuz listen, It's always going in the same

direction. Downhill, forward momentum, never runs out.

-I'm telling you, you try to be vulnerable with somebody. -I love your thoughts.

I just-- that's not what I expected.

-Jus-- Just a little peanut, a little try-hard. - A little try-hard?

I was. It was so silly. I was like, "Hey guys, breakfast is ready!"

They'd come running out to charred black pancakes every single time.

I was like... They wouldn't even try them on a dare. I was so offended.

Why would that offend you?

Well because they still tasted good. They just looked terrible.

I didn't know any better. I'm a super pro now.

Super pro.

-All right. Mr. Professional-- - Mm, it's got a good ring to it.

Then what's the perfect campfire meal?

Campfire quesadillas, every time. Oh my God.

Tortilla, shredded chicken, jalapeños, peppers, diced onions, garlic, mushrooms.

The whole nine. You can throw anything you want to but the kitchen sink.

And then, you get the aluminum foil, put em directly on the fire. Two minutes both sides.

Mmm. Ooey, gooey deliciousness. So good. I love it.

Wow, I'm intrigued and mesmerized by your tenacity to

not give up on something you kind of sucked at.

As soon as we get back, I'm making you one.

As soon as we get back?

As so as we get back, I'm gonna make you one.

I'm not making you pancakes, Cora.

Yeah, I know.

You hungry?

I know you are. I'm gonna go get the cooler.

Woo okay. That fire's ready!

All right, let's do this.

Okay.

-Come on, fingers. -Uh, no.

Hey!

-Okay. -Be weird if I said yes now.

-Yeah. -Right?

Oh, you're right, they're the jalapeños.

I'm not nervous, you're nervous.

Oh my word. Oh, that one's just gooey.

Wow.

Let them go down.

Ready? Okay, ready?

Look at these puppies... Ow!

-I didn't flinch. -You're like, let 'em burn!

Oh, it smells so delicious.

All right.

Taste even better.

Wow. Huh?

That's fucking good.

-This is really amazing. -Mm-hmm.

Mm.

That's so convenient.

I'm gonna get things set up.

Where the fuck is it? What the fuck? Where the fuck is it?

Someone stole our shit. Someone stole out shit.

-I'm sorry... Wyatt. -I look--

What are you sorry for?

It's because it's gone.

Yeah, no shit, it's fucking gone, Cora. I just searched all over.

-Because I got rid of it. -What do you mean you got rid of it?

-I poured it out. -You poured it out on purpose? Why the fuck would you do that?

Because I don't wanna do it, and neither do you.

The fuck I do? What do you think we're here for?

Okay, I know you do, and so do I, but this is bigger than that.

Oh my God. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?

This is special, Wyatt, and I want this with you.

Oh my God.

Well, I would've asked you, but I know what you would've said, so I don't know.

In three months, you could feel differently, if you feel the way that I do.

Please tell me what the fuck you're talking about right now?

I came here to do this and so did you.

I know, and then something changed.

Something changed? Great. Something fucking changed then, awesome.

Great! You're changed.

If I wanted to fucking change, it would be my choice, not yours!

-Wow, okay, I made a mistake. I'm trying my best. -You're fucking trying?

- I'm trying my best. - Great, awesome. You're trying. That's great.

I never asked you to try!

I never asked you to do that. Pour out the-- What?!

I know-- I just--

You wanna go?

We can just leave. You're never gonna hear from me again. It's totally fine.

But if you feel the way that I do at all--

You lied to me.

You lied.

I know, I didn't plan any of this. I didn't plan on doing that.

I just realized that I love you, and I was hoping you feel the same.

I don't fucking know.

We can just leave. You'll never hear from me again if that's what you want.

I just-- I think that you want this Wyatt and I just--

I was taking the first step ok?

Fuck, man.

This is the worst first date ever.

-Worst. -That's fair. In three months you might feel differently.

Fuck!

-I'm done saying sorry. -I'm past that.

I don't believe you.

Well, I wanna be past it.

Was this your plan all along to starve me out?

-Hmm? -No.

My original plan was to do drugs with you in the woods.

Sorry to disappoint.

I thought you said you were done saying sorry.

Well, count that as the second time I've lied to you if it makes you feel better.

There's a town 20 minutes away if you wanna go get some things.

No. I'm not buying shit from people I don't know. What the fuck?

Stranger danger.

Well, then I guess you're stuck with me, so...

Yay.

Tell me something you've never told anybody.

Well, that's easy. I don't fucking tell anybody shit.

You should really work on that, it's not good.

You know, to hold stuff in.

Well, I never lay on my left side

because I can feel my heart pulsing, and I know that if it stops, I'll die.

Wow.

What?

Wow. That... like... seriously dude, no wonder you self-medicate.

-That's the most depressing shit I've ever heard. -Oh I'm sorry.

-Am I playing the-- Am I playing the game wrong? -Yeah, no.

-I thought we were being vulnerable. -No, we are, we are--

I was just expecting something goofier.

Goofier? Well, what's yours then?

I can't wait.

-Mm-hmm. -I can't tell you.

Okay, fine.

Oh, this better be a fucking good one.

Okay umm... I still sleep with a nightlight.

What? I've never told anybody that.

I give you a golden ticket of vulnerability and you give me, I'm scared of glow worms.

Okay, that's, like, third date, you know. So...

Third date fart rule?

Whatever.

I bet you fart in your sleep.

With the nightlight on.

-That's real. -It is real, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I take that back.

Were you just snoring?

No.

Why do you think we do it? I know why I did it at first, but now...

Every time I ask myself why.

Half the time I've done it, it's so I don't fucking kill myself.

Well, you didn't shoot up tonight. Do you still feel that way?

I'm happy to be alive.

What would you do if you were clean? Hmm?

You could just like...

start all over again.

I'd be a nurse. I've always wanted to help people.

But I guess I shot that all to hell...

No way.

Well, it's never too late though.

Never too late to help someone.

That's a really nice thought.

Well, I meant it. But take it how you want.

Thanks. I'll take it like that.

What about you? What would you do?

Oh, I'd be a chef.

-Yes. -For sure.

I love how you gotta keep your hands moving and time flies when you're doing it. I love food.

Plus it's something you gotta do three times a day.

If you're healthy.

-That shit's never going out of style. -It's like mouth real estate.

Mouth real estate?

That sounded way better in my head. It's like the ever... present need or something.

If we went back, we would have never met.

No, we still would have met.

Just would have been at some library somewhere.

Empty gas station.

-Grocery store. -Ok, yeah.

No, it's getting late.

Uh-uh. It's been late. It's getting early.

Must be that time flies when you're miserable thing.

Must be.

Can I make you breakfast in the morning?

-Is it gonna be punishment pancakes? -Come on!

No, it's not gonna be punishment pancakes.

It's everything I've already made you. We're just gonna add some eggs to it.

I would totally eat your punishment pancakes. Kind of deserve it.

Nah.

I think I like you too much.

You like me too much. Hmm.

I loved you.

I know it was only our first date, but I knew.

That was the best first date ever.

Where was it?

Where was it that we were?

All I remember is you said, "This better be worth it Wyatt."

I was like, "Don't worry, it will be."

Just keep your eyes closed.

Just remember, I was so happy.

I don't remember.

-Sorry. -Mmm.

-But I'm sure it was beautiful. -Mm-hm.

Don't go back.

-We can relive it all again. -Stop.

-The pain. -Stop it Cora.

Everything in between.

Please.

Stay here with me.

I don't deserve here.

I wish you could realize what you do.

And that you always have.

And one more thing.

I know you have your doubts, but you would have made a great dad.

You're not like him.

Well,

Cora hopes to see Wyatt again.

I do remember. I actually said that. I remember.

Please, stay here.

We had a good run.

You're responsible for most of the good things.

In my life, that's over now, and it's not your fault.

I know you did everything that you could.

Where are you?

Please, just tell me where you are.

I think you know.

Okay.

Okay.

Then leave no stone unturned.

I won't.

I love you, Cora.

I love you t--

Cora.

Cora. Cora. Cora.

Cora. Cora.

Cora.

Cora.

Cora.

Cora!

Disgust for my drug addict son.

- Wyatt? Can you hear me? - Yeah.

Hey! Are you okay?

No.

No, I'm not okay.

What's wrong?

My wrists.

My wrists. I'm bleeding from my wrists.

Okay. Where are you?

God.

Where are you?

- Cabin. - Okay, what cabin?

My dad's secret cabin.

Okay, where is it?

I don't know!

- I don't know! - Okay, okay.

It's okay.

-You're gonna be fine. Just tell me where you are. -I'm not okay. Cora, I'm dying.

No, just stay with me, okay? Wyatt?

Just tell me where it is.

Okay.

Just stay with me a little longer, okay?

Wyatt?!

- Cora. - Yeah?

Thank you for loving me.

No! No, don't go!

Don't go. Just stay. Just stay a little longer with me, ok?

I'm gonna find you. I'm gonna find you. Ok, we're gonna find you.

I remember.

What?

I remember where it was.

What?

Wyatt?

Wyatt?!

What?

Fuck. Wyatt?

Wait here.

We're gonna need you to stay back, please.

- No pulse. - The hell?

- Calling in the 10-56. - No

I thought it was a suicide.

- It's not even him. - Shit.

Check the bedroom.

- Yeah, two bodies. - Both pretty messed up.

No fucking idea what's going on.

Yeah.

Roger.

Forensics is on the way.

Make sure nobody goes in that house.

Where's the girl?

Okay. Okay.

Is this the end?

I hope it's just the beginning.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Bailey.