All language subtitles for T BONE BOX

[rustling]

[mysterious music]

[walkie talkie chirping]

[garbled speech
on walkie talkie]

[stairs creaking]

[creaking]

[shower running]

[vomits]

[flushes toilet]

[door closes]

- Hello?

Hello?

- [Woman] Bone box.

- [Man] Oh!

Elodie.

Jesus!

- That's what my dad calls it.

- [Mom] You scared me, and I
don't want my aunt to hear.

- The box where he puts
the personal effects

while he's preparing a body.

The bone box.

- You know, it is
eerie conspiring

with the undertaker's daughter.

- I can't believe
you actually did it.

When we talked about
it, I thought it was
just a discussion.

I didn't ...

realize you'd already decided.

You gave up waiting
on your aunt?

- Well, Elodie, in
a perfect world,

my aunt would put
me in her will.

And then she'd drop
down dead right after.

I'm kidding.

Look, my uncle just
passed, and Florence

appreciates my kindness
in helping her pack up.

I keep her company, but
the will is her last thing

on the mind right now.

- [Elodie] So then
what made you decide?

- Remember the guy I
was telling you about?

Benji?

He called me last night and
breathed some fire down my neck,

and he made it pretty
clear that I'm out of time.

- You don't think you could have

figured something
out or compromised?

- Compromise?

He doesn't sound like
the negotiating type.

I don't even know the guy.

Besides, the thing
with gambling is ...

the only thing you make
faster than money is enemies.

[sighs]

What?

So you're pissed or something?

- No, it's just that
you're a good guy, Tom,

trapped in a crappy situation.

I get it, we both
are, but you didn't

consult me with all of this.

I thought we were
just talking about it.

I ...

Where are the burial packets?

- [Tom] They're behind you.

Top drawer to the right.

Got 'em?

- What's this?

[mysterious music]

You're doing research?

- [Tom] Yup.

Impressed?

You know, there's more to
it than you think, Elodie.

Like, for instance,
fresh graves are best

because the earth
hasn't settled yet.

- Yeah, so digging is easier.

- Yeah, but on the other hand,

loved ones tend to
visit fresh graves.

- [Elodie] So you have
to be more cautious.

I know all this stuff.

This was originally
my idea, remember?

- Mm-hm.

Well, did you know that
there are actually people

who make a living grave robbing?

Did you know that?

I was shocked to find so many
internet threads about it.

Well, it's been done forever,
and not just for the loot.

In the 19th century,
body snatchers would
steal the corpses

themselves and sell
it for dissection

or to medical schools
for anatomy lectures.

Look inside.

Jean Baptiste.

He was a grave digger in Utah,

and he would steal people's
clothes to wear himself.

A guy named Ed Gein
did the same thing,

only he would take their skin.

- Oh, that's lovely.

- So ...

I did the three-week opt amount.

Everything in the file was
listed, it was all exact.

It was all here.

None of them look like
they did in the pictures,

that's for sure.

- It's a small town.

I knew all of them.

That little boy,
he was Aaron's age.

- [chuckles] You see, I
knew you would have ...

You would have backed down.

You would have tried
to talk me out of it.

Elodie, look at
their pictures, okay?

They're not people anymore.

They're rotting pieces of
meat, and their trinkets,

they're not doing them any good,

so let's take
advantage of it, okay?

Anyway, don't you
deal with this stuff

helping your father
out all the time?

- A fresh body is much different

than one that's been kept weeks,
months, years underground.

- Uh, can you leave
those here, please?

I only got to do three.

- [Elodie] Forget it.

Gotta get back to
work before my dad

realizes they're missing.

- Okay, but I want to
go out there again.

- Then memorize the other names.

You're not keeping the files.

[soft music]

- That's from the lady.

- [Elodie] Mary Klein?

- [Tom] The little boy.

- Anders McGiven.

These people have names.

- This is from my uncle.

Henry Weir.

- So how much is all
this stuff worth?

- A few thousand,
five maybe six.

It's not nearly enough.

But I'll know more once
the pawn shop opens.

Don't worry, we'll still
split it 50-50, okay?

- I don't like this.

The only reason I'm even
considering it is for my son.

- I know.

I know.

So listen, what's
with the theatrics?

Why crawl through the window

when you can just
get me on my phone?

- I tried, you didn't pick up.

Plus, your aunt is creepy.

- If my phone is out there ...

better find it before
someone else does.

[aunt chuckling]

[floorboard creaking]

- [Aunt] Thomas?

- Hey, Aunt Florence.

What were you laughing at?

- [Aunt Florence] Oh,
just something Henry said.

- [Tom] Henry.

- [Aunt Florence] Yeah,
Henry, my husband.

- [Tom] You are a
widow, Aunt Florence.

Remember that?

- I don't mean something
he said just now.

I was remembering
something he used to say.

It's my eyes that are
going, not my mind.

He always thought I
was mad as a March hare

for getting up so early.

[chuckles]

He used to say, "I'd like
mornings a whole lot better

"if they started later."

Speaking of, I saw you.

[tense music]

- I'm sorry, you what?

- Outside.

Taking a walk.

[chuckles nervously]

- Yes, yeah.

- Trouble sleeping?

I can move you to
another guest room

if you think it's the bed.

- No, I'm fine,
thank you so much.

[floorboard creaking]

- Hi, Florence.

- [sighs] Hello, Elodie.

- So, El was, um, she was
just leaving, Aunt Florence.

- [Aunt Florence] Yeah-huh.

- So I'll walk you out, Elodie.

Speak to you soon,
Aunt Florence.

- [Aunt Florence] 'Kay.

- See you in a bit.

- [Elodie] Hey.

I'm sorry if I was ...

I'm sorry if I was a
little hard on you.

Your hands, they're trembling!

- [Tom] Oh, it's nothing.

- [Elodie] Your shaken up!

- [Tom] I'm not shaken up.

I'm just exhausted.

Besides, do you know
how much dirt there is

in a hole that's four feet deep

and eight feet long
and three feet wide?

- [Elodie] None.

There's just a hole.

- Smart aleck.

I dug three graves.

That's like almost
300 cubic feet.

- Impressive math.

No wonder you're a good gambler.

- Well, usually.

[mysterious music]

- What?

- Uh ...

I've never noticed
that figure before.

[mysterious music]

- Hey.

Look, you don't want to draw
any more attention to yourself.

Why don't you just
let me get your phone.

Wait here.

- But what if ...

- What if your aunt sees you

out there again and
gets suspicious?

Trust me.

Be right back.

- I'd say it was
none of my business,

but since you're
under my roof, it is.

- It's not what you
think, Florence.

- Elodie's going
through a messy divorce.

I don't know what it is
you're doing with her,

but I think--

- I really ...

I promise you, there is
nothing going on, okay?

- Okay.

So why don't I make
us some coffee.

- Actually, if
it's okay with you,

I'm thinking that I might just

take a nap and get some sleep.

- Sure.

I'll just get some
more work done.

- Okay.

- A bride called this
morning, frantic.

Her wedding is this afternoon

and her dress
isn't right at all.

You know, I'm telling
you, why these girls

go to these fancy tailors
instead of starting with me

I will never know.

There was this one woman,
her dress was so badly made

that it like fell apart.

- Florence.

I'm sorry, I'm just gonna
get some sleep, okay?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

[delicate piano music]

[exhales]

Hey.

- Hi.

- I miss you.

- I know.

- Can you stay
forever? [chuckles]

- We always said til
death to us part, right?

- I don't think I can
do this without you.

- It won't be much longer.

- As long as what?

[bell jangling]

[trinket rolling]

[unsettling music]

[bell jangling]

[water running]

[water running]

[blood dripping]

[door creaking]

[gasps]
[unsettling music]

- Tom?

Tom, what is it?

- It's the bathroom.

The bathroom.

Florence, don't go in there.

- Why?

[breathing heavily]

Are you gonna tell me
what happened or not?

- It's ...

the tub.

Uh ...

I saw a spider.

- A spider.

- There's nothing there.

- [Aunt Florence] Henry
had one just like this.

[mysterious music]

- Florence, how 'bout
that coffee, huh?

- Coffee, okay, perfect.

[phone ringing]

- El, you found it?

[static crackling]

[whimpering]

Hello?

[phone beeps]

[dials phone]

[phone ringing]

- [Elodie] Hello?

- Hey, it's me.

- [Elodie] Tom?

- El, was that you just now?

Did you find my phone?

- [Elodie] Was what me?

- I don't know, I just
got a call from my phone.

It showed up on called ID.

- [Elodie] Really?

Did you answer?

- Yeah, I answered, but it ...

It was like static and
breathing, I think.

It was a bad connection.

Listen ...

Do you think someone
could be messing with me?

- [Elodie] Who?

- I don't know, maybe
someone saw me out there

or realized that I
dropped my phone.

- [Elodie] There's
no one else out here.

Look, you could have dropped
it when you were filling in

one of the graves, and now
dirt is pressing in on it.

Don't freak out just yet.

- Yeah.

- [Elodie] Okay?

- Okay.

[phone beeps]

- [Voicemail]
You've reached Tom.

You know the drill.

Leave the message and--
[phone beeps]

[static crackling]

- Are you tired of
throwing away food?

Not anymore.

With our new patented
design to lock freshness in,

you'll be able to keep
everything else out.

You put the patent seal
on tight, then press down

at the center, and lift
the seal of it on one side.

[mysterious music]

- You think it's
strange, don't you?

Living so close to a cemetery.

- No.

No, I just, I thought I
heard something out there.

- Clanking chains,
and howling winds,

and disembodied voices.

Some poor soul
that's lost their way

and wandered across
the street by mistake.

- You don't believe in those
things, do you, Florence?

- Um ...

I don't believe that
spirits go just anywhere

without a purpose,
without a reason

to reach back out to
the living, but ...

Yes, I do believe.

When these two worlds
overlap, it's no accident.

You're a skeptic.

Nothing wrong with that.

- No.

I just think that ...

Ghosts belong in storybooks.

They belong in literature,
not life, you know?

No one can prove
that they exist.

- No once can prove
that they don't.

Some people try so hard
not to believe in things.

I always say it's
better to light a candle

than to sit in the dark.

You think I'm senile?

[chuckles uncomfortably]

- No.

No, of course not.

- We're not so very
different, you and I.

Both broke the mold and
followed love to the States.

I don't know what I would
have done without your support

so soon after Henry's passing.

I'm thankful for you.

And helping me pack
everything up so soon after.

You can be a bit distant
at times, Tom, but ...

there's this kindness in you.

It's funny, you know.

Packing up all our
stuff, mine and his.

Oh, you know, sure,
I'll unpack mine

in a little apartment
somewhere, but ...

Henry's things, they'll ...

They'll stay in storage.

I know they're
just things but ...

after years and decades
spent with someone,

these things become
more than just things.

They take on a
life of their own.

They become a reminder.

They become memories.

[chuckles]

Memories.

Was what he wound up
losing in the end, eh?

His last few days, he was ...

Your uncle was different, Tom.

He was ...

He was sick, and so reclusive

that the local kids would
make up stories about him.

But even still ...

he'd be up there in
his studio, painting.

There was always this
little spark in him,

the real him, no matter how ...

how dim.

Deep down inside there,

he was still my Henry.

I like to think he's
out there somewhere.

At rest.

Gives me peace to believe that

there's something beyond
all of this, you know?

Can I ask you something?

- You just did.

[crying softly]

[chuckling]

- [Aunt Florence] That's true.

How did you get through it?

- I'm ...

I'm not through it.

People keep on telling
me that ... [sighs]

that it gets easier, you know?

But so far it hasn't, Florence.

So far it hasn't.

Thanks for the coffee.

- Of course.

Do you mind getting
the TV on your way out?

[clicks button]

[uneasy music]
[floorboard creaking]

[gasps]

- Sorry.

The door was open.

- You sure are
jumpy this morning.

- He's getting closer.

- What?

- The figure.

- You okay?

- Uh, yeah.

Nevermind.

[mysterious music]

So, anything?

- Nothing.

- I'm trying not to
get carried away,

but what if someone knows?

- How could they?

You were careful, right?

Only you and I knew.

- You didn't talk
to anyone, did you?

- [Elodie] No.

- [Tom] Are you sure?

- [Elodie] Of course I'm sure.

So where's the box?

- Maybe I'm being paranoid,

but it feels like someone
is messing with me,

because earlier I
could have sworn

that I put everything
in the box,

and then Florence walks in here,

and then there's my uncle's
watch right out in the open.

- What makes more sense?

That someone's sneaking
around undetected to taunt you

or that you just
forgot to put it away?

[taps box]

Geez, your hands are dirty.

- Yeah.

Do you mean that
literally or figuratively?

I can't seem to get them clean.

I should have gotten a safe.

Maybe a better hiding
spot would ease my mind.

- Where are you thinking?

[uneasy music]

- [Tom] That's my
uncle's office.

You know, Florence hasn't set
foot in here since he passed.

She wants to preserve it
the way he left it, I think.

- [Elodie] Are you sure
this is a good idea?

- Yeah, don't worry.

No one will look in here.

Just, shh.

[eerie music]

The light.

You know, when I first
came to stay with Florence,

I thought there
might be something

worth pocketing in here, but ...

I think she knows

[door creaks]
every inch of this room.

Shh.

Eventually she would have
noticed if we take anything.

- What is this?

- Oh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

This is perfect.

Just keep an eye out, okay?

[uneasy music]

I told you to keep an eye out.

- What's this?

I just found your
gambling tickets, Tom.

Why are you gambling?

My hospital bills?

- [Tom] I wanted to
take care of you.

- This isn't the way.

- [Elodie] Tom?

Did you find
somewhere to hide it?

Tom?

[gasps]

- Oh.

- Jesus Christ!
- Sorry.

I found a spot.

Did you know him, my uncle?

I was so young the
last time I saw him.

- Not really.

To be honest, I'd never even
seen him until he passed.

- Florence called him a recluse.

- He was an artist,
sequestered in this house,

inspiring rumors around town.

- Yeah, she said that too.

What did people say about him?

[sighs]

- All kinds of things.

He was an agoraphobic,
or a serial killer,

all kinds of things to
add to his mystique.

I think it's probably
one of the reasons

his painting sold so well.

- And the truth?

- Like I said, I
didn't know him.

I knew he had
Alzheimer's pretty badly.

I think it's most
likely why he did it.

- [Tom] Why he did what?

- Tom, you don't
know how he died?

- [Tom] No, I guess not.

[mysterious music]

- Well, your uncle may
have been losing his mind,

but somehow he remembered
to save up the pills

Florence brought him every day.

He got really skilled at
pretending to take them,

and eventually he
saved up enough to--

- He overdosed.

[bell ringing]

There it is.

There it is again.

It's a ...

It's a bell.

Like ...

Like the kind you get
on a bicycle as a kid.

Did you hear that?

- No, I don't hear anything.

[sighs]

Are you sure you're all right?

- I don't know.

I had this dream, and
in it I heard that bell,

and then I saw something,
I saw something else.

I mean, I thought
that I was sleeping

and that I was already
awake, but I don't know.

I saw the bath tub
filled with blood.

And then that painting,
and it was changing.

And I know it's impossible

for a painting to
change composition.

I know that.
- Wait.

Don't you get it?

- Get what?

- Think about it.

These things you're
describing, they're not random.

It's ...

The blood in the bathtub.

Mary slit her wrists after
she was stood up at the altar.

Then, that little boy,
he was riding his bicycle

when he was run off the road.

That painting.

Subconsciously, on some level,

I'm sure you suspected
your uncle painted that.

Your conscience is
playing a trick on you.

- Conscience.

Elodie, I don't feel guilty.

I told you that, okay?

I didn't sleep at
all last night,

and I had some whisky,
and I'm just ...

I'm feeling tired, that's all.

- Okay, okay.

All right.

Exhaustion, guilt, whatever.

All I'm saying is that
you read those files,

and now your mind
is filling it in.

[exhales]

Okay?

- Yeah, maybe.

- Listen ...
- Maybe you're right.

- I gotta get to work.

And I think you should
just get some rest.

Okay?

- Okay.

Okay, okay.

[Florence laughing]

- [Aunt Florence] Let me
know if you change your mind

about that cup of coffee, okay?

I'm so glad you stopped by.

And your mom, how's she doing?

- Oh, she's doing great.

She's going strong, yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I haven't seen her for
a long time, six months.

- Oh, really?
- yeah.

- Oh, you guys
gotta get together.

- We should.

Oh, Thomas, this is Alex Bur--

Sheriff Burrows.

Sheriff, this is
my nephew, Thomas.

- Hey, good to meet you.

- It's good to meet you, too.

- Hey, Alex!

- Elodie!

- What's happening?

- Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.

A few neighbors reported
some strange activity

at the cemetery last night.

I have an officer over there
right now taking a quick look.

- [Aunt Florence] You
were outside this morning.

Did you notice anything strange?

- No, um ...

Nothing.

[knocking]
- You sure?

- It's probably just
some kids messing around.

Officer Kade.

Did any of you
notice anything ...

unusual at the
cemetery last night?

- No.

- No?

- Always so serious, Kade.

[chuckles]

I, for one, am glad that
something in this town

finally got me out of bed
before noon. [chuckles]

Well ...

My glee aside, we're sorry to
have borrowed you so early.

We'll get out of your hair now.

Good to see you, Florence.

- [Aunt Florence] You too, Alex.

- You all have a good day.

- I'll walk out with you.

- Listen, uh ...

I'm sorry if I
upset you earlier.

- Oh ...

You didn't.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Yes, I promise you.

- Okay.

- Good.

- Back to work then.

[eerie music]

[beeping]

- [Woman] You have a
visitor in the main lobby.

A visitor in the main lobby.

- [Claire] Why are you gambling?

[rapid beeping]

[flat-lining]

My hospital bills?

- [Aunt Florence] Tom?

- I'm sorry.

What?

- I said I'm cold.

Are you cold?

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

[delicate piano music]

- Someone's walking
over my grave, eh?

[uneasy music]

- Henry Weir.

[knocking]

You forget something?

Hi.

Oh, uh ...

You must be here for my aunt.

She did mention you earlier.

[eerie music]

Come in.

She's up ...

stairs.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[static crackling]

Hello?

Hello?

[music box playing]

Who is this?

Hello?

[phone beeps]

[bell ringing]

[music box playing]

[suspenseful music]

Jesus, Florence!

[exhales]

Did you see ...

- See what?

[music box playing]

I heard music.

- Oh.

I'm sorry, that's ...

That's mine.

[shakes box]

It's a gift.

- [Aunt Florence] For me?

- I'm ...

I'm so sorry, Florence.

I shouldn't have come
in here, but, you know,

I wanted to find a spot that
you wouldn't have found it.

- No, no, it's all right.

It's sweet of you, too.

I promise not to go nosing
around til you're ready.

We're gonna have to
finish packing up

this room eventually anyway.

[eerie music]

- So, what were you
talking about before?

You said, "Did you see?"

- Oh, a boy--

A bride.

I wanted to make sure
that the bride found you.

- The bride?

- Yeah, whose dress
you're fixing.

- Oh, oh, yes!

No, she called.

There's too much going
on with the wedding,

and she won't be able to
make it over here after all.

- Wait, so you're not
working on her dress

here at the house?

- No, like I said,
she's too busy.

I have to go to her.

Anyway, I should
just get going now.

I shouldn't be long, Tom.

See you just now.

[door creaking]

[unsettling music]

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[phone ringing]

- Who the hell is this?

- [Elodie] Tom?

- Elodie?

- [Elodie] Jesus.

After those cops showed up,
I wanted to check up on you.

Are you okay?

- I'm not sure.

Just when I convince
myself that imagined it,

something else happens.

- [Elodie] What happened?

- I can't explain it.

It just ...

[sighs]

Okay.

It feels like I'm losing it.

- [Elodie] Why did you
answer the phone like that?

Who'd you think was calling?

- They called me again from
my phone, whoever it is.

- [Elodie] Did you call back?

- Earlier I got voicemail.

- [Elodie] Tom, maybe
you should try again.

- Yeah.

Okay.

I will.

- [Elodie] Tom, do you
want me to come back?

- Mm-mm.

I'll be fine.

[phone beeps]

[dialing phone]

[phone ringing]

[unsettling music]

- [Aunt Florence] Is that yours?

- Where did you find it?

It is.

- I was on my way
out, and I saw it

just sitting on the stoop.

- I lost it on my walk.

- Looks like you have
a guardian angle.

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

- Ah, sh--

I should get this.

Hello?

- [Benji] Rise and
shine, Tommy boy.

Where the hell you been?

- Benji, listen, I'm sorry.

I lost my phone.

- [Benji] Ah.

That's convenient, seeing as
you owe me quite a hefty sum.

- Listen, I'm getting
your money, I swear.

In fact, I have
some of it already.

- [Benji] You want to avoid me,
you want to lie to me, fine.

But a guy gives me the
runaround like this--

- I'm not ignoring you, Benji.

I told you, I just lost--

- [Benji] Your phone.

Yes, you said that.

You also say you have money.

I'll see about that shortly.

- Wait.

Hello, Benji?

What do you mean?

- You need money?

Is it serious?

- I mean, I didn't
think so at first.

I've ...

I've lost bets before, but ...

- Why didn't you say
something sooner?

How much?

Tell me.

- It's 20,000.

- I'll stop by the
bank on my way home.

- Wait ...

You'll give me the money?

Just like that?

- You're family, Thomas.

And after everything
you've been through,

what with Claire's passing,

I think you could
use a clean slate.

[exhales]

Is there anything
else bothering you?

- No.

I am ...

Everything's fine.

- All right.

Okay, I really have
to get going now.

[soft string music]

- Florence.

- [Aunt Florence] Yeah?

- Thank you.

- I'm happy to help.

- Oh my god.

[unsettling music]

[door creaking]

[gasps]

[grunting]

[punches]
[grunts]

- [Benji] Where
you off to so fast?

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

- Who are you?

- Ah, you're
hurting my feelings.

You don't recognize my voice?

- Benji?

- [Benji] Ah, you're a
lot smarter than you look.

- How did you find me here?

- You know, that's not
important, Tommy boy.

[Tom moaning]

You know what is
important, though?

That we have a
little discussion.

- [Tom] No, no, no, no.

- Inside.

[Tom moaning]

Now, I know you're
a gambling man, Tom,

but do you want to keep on
gambling with your life?

I heard about you.

Yeah, I did, about your wife,

about your self-medication,
your addiction.

But look at me, Tom.

When your problem
becomes my problem,

that just doesn't fly with me.

- My aunt's getting the
money, Benji, this afternoon.

- This afternoon?

- Yeah.

- I seem to remember
you telling me

that you already had
some of my money.

- I ...

Yeah.

Not exactly ...

- Not exactly?

- But I will, I swear.

I'll have it, okay?

- Tom, I can be a patient guy.

I can.

But you cheated me.

You came into my
establishment, and you cheated.

Now, you brought
this on yourself.

So I'm gonna need
my money, today!

- Okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- How do I know that
you know I'm serious?

- I know you're serious.

Trust me.

I swear, I'll get you the money.

I'll get it.

- Okay, come here.

Come here.

It's all right.

You okay?

- Mm-hm.

[punches]
[grunts]

[Tom moaning]

- Now you know.

[blood spurting]

[coughing]

- Ah!

[groaning]

[eerie music]

[woman speaking faintly]

- [Woman] Great.

Yeah, I understand.

Okay, yeah.

Thank you for calling me.

- [Tom] Elodie?

- [Woman] Okay.

Thank you.

- Claire?

Claire.

Oh, Claire.

- [Claire] It came back.

- What came back?

- You know what I'm
talking about, Tom.

- No.

[crying softly]

Oh, Claire, no.

No.

- It's okay.

- No, it's not okay.

- I'm ready.

- No.

I'm not.

- I'm ready.

[eerie music]

It's almost time.

[exhales]

[delicate piano music]

[TV crackling]

- Investigators cleared the
scene about 30 minutes ago.

Police have released
the name of a local boy,

Anders McGiven, as a victim of
a hit-and-run this afternoon.

Despite suffering
severe head trauma

and multiple broken
bones, Anders managed

to ride his mangled
bicycle half a block home

before sadly dying en
route to the hospital.

Police have yet to
apprehend a suspect.

We did talk to some
of the witnesses

who were here just after
the incident occurred.

- As I was walking
on the sidewalk,

the boy came on the bicycle
in the middle of the road,

not paying any attention.

That moment, a crash.

And the boy was hit by a car.

And open my eyes, actually
the ambulance came and--

[bell ringing]

[disturbing music]

[knife clanking]

[startling music]
[shouts]

[breathing heavily]

[pounding on door]

[music box playing]

- [Tom] Leave me alone!

What do you ...

What do you want from me?

[gasps]

- Jesus Christ!
- I'm sorry.

I didn't realize it was you.

- I was gonna ...

I was gonna return the files

but decided to
check on you first.

What's going on?

- El, we gotta get
out of here, okay?

- [Elodie] What
happened to your face?

- [Tom] We just need to go.

- [Elodie] You ...

Who were you talking to?

- El, not here.

Were just gotta go!

- What?

- Oh my god.

Oh my god.

This is the ...

This is the woman I saw.

This is her.

- What?

You mean ...

- These are the people that
I've been seeing around ...

the house.
- No, no, no.

That's not possible.

Tom, that's not possible!

- I took from them.

That must be it, and now
they followed me here.

- [Elodie] You mean ...

- At first it was glimpses, and
I thought it was in my head,

but now they're getting closer.

- [Elodie] It is
all in your head.

- No, don't you think
I want to believe that?

- But ...

You've seen these photos before.

You knew what they looked like.

- No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do that to me again, okay?

I'm not imagining this.

They're tearing at
the seams in my head.

Something's going
on in this house.

It's freezing.

And that painting.

El, look at the painting.

Look at it!

It's changing, Elodie!

- Okay, maybe the
thermostat is broken,

or you just didn't get a
good look at the painting.

- That's not it.

- Then what?

You're being haunted?

Look around you.

There's no one here!

- They're here.

And you know exactly
why they're here.

- [Elodie] You're
just feeling guilty.

- That's it.

That's it.

[chuckling]

That's it.
- What?

Where are you going?

- [Tom] I'm taking it all back.

- [Elodie] No, no.

Wait!

- Yeah, my aunt is just
bringing me the money.

I'll just return
everything that I took!

- No.

No, you can't do that.

- Don't you forget, you
gave me those files!

Okay?

You're in this just
as much as I am.

[eerie music]

[shouts]

Jesus!

- What?

What is it?

- [Tom] Just ...

- [Sheriff] Thomas.

- [Tom] Sheriff.

- You're bleeding.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- He just had a nose bleed.

- Nose bleed?

- What are you guys doing here?

- We, um ...

Well, it's ...

- Tom, I'm afraid that
we have some bad news.

It's your aunt, Florence.

She was in an accident.

- Is she okay?

- No, no, I'm afraid not.

She was driving into
town, and a semi ...

It was quick.

Painless.

She didn't feel anything.

- We're truly sorry.

Florence, she was
an amazing woman.

Everybody in this
town loved her.

Can you guys come in later?

- Yeah.

I'll bring him into town.

- All right.

Sorry for you loss.

- There's something
off about that guy.

- What do you expect?

We just delivered horrible news.

- No, you mean I just
delivered horrible news.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

There's something else
off, I'm telling you.

[breathing heavily]

[slams cardboard box]

[shouting]
[glass shattering]

[clattering]

- I'm gonna leave.

I'm just gonna go.

- [Elodie] You mean for good?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna take the box,
I'm gonna sell everything.

Maybe they won't
follow me. [chuckles]

- [Elodie] What happened
to making things right?

- Making things ...

I don't have a choice, Elodie.

I do not have the
money anymore, okay?

So I don't have a choice.

I'm as good as dead, just
like them, just like Florence.

Dead!

- [Elodie] What if these things,

what if they keep following you?

- Oh, so now you
believe me, huh?

- [Elodie] No, I don't.

But if these things
are in your head,

they're going to
linger wherever you go.

- What do you want from me?

You want me to come clean,
is that what you want?

- [Elodie] Yes!

Maybe we should come clean.

- Maybe we should come clean?

- [Elodie] Yes!

- Elodie, it's a
felony what we did.

You and I, it's a crime.

Is that what you want,
five years in prison?

Think about your son.

How's it gonna sound to a
judge at a custody hearing?

You're gonna lose him.

Lose him!

And he's gonna stay with
that husband of yours

that you're trying so hard
to get out of your life.

Is that worth it?

Huh?

[clattering]

- Tom, stop.

Just stop for a second.

- If you had any sense,
you'd take what we can hawk

and just get out of here
and never come back.

- You're aunt is dead!

Your own flesh and blood!

Don't you even care?

- Of course I care.

We just don't have
the time right now.

- Well how far are you
willing to go with this?

Look what your greed
is doing to you!

I bet if your aunt
wrote you into her will,

you would have killed her
just to expedite the process!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

I know you wouldn't
have done that.

[sighing]

Jesus, maybe you're right.

Maybe we should just ...

Let's just go.

Let's run away from all this.

Let's take my son,
we'll go far away,

and we'll never look back.

We'll start over.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how things
got so out of control.

I didn't think this would
take such a toll on you.

I came up with this idea,

but I didn't think you
were actually gonna do it.

You don't know how expensive
a divorce is, and I was ...

I was ...

My son.

I cannot lose my son.

- You used me.

You used me.

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

You did.

I was your pawn.

You would have never
done this, Elodie.

You made me do the dirty work.

- What?

- Good job.

[soft tapping]

[eerie music]

[TV crackling]

- A semi-truck jackknifed,
causing a fatal collision.

It's tough to tell that
there was even a crash--

- What's going on?

[unsettling music]

- Just move, just go.

Just go, just go,
just go, move it!

- [Elodie] Where are we going?

- [Tom] Bedroom.

The bedroom.

[door creaking]

- [Elodie] What's going on?

- You didn't see her?

[tapping]

You can't hear that?

Shh.

- [Elodie] Okay, you're really
starting to freak me out.

- She's coming up the stairs.

[soft tapping]

She's dead.

She's dead.

Yeah.

You're suppo--

You're supposed to be dead!

[cane tapping]

Don't do that, Elodie.

No!
[door opening]

[suspenseful music]

- Come see.

Look.

Look.

[eerie music]

- Get away from her.

- Get away from who?

- It's Florence.

- [Elodie] There's no one there.

- She is.

- Listen to me.

Close your eyes.

- Let go of me.

- [Elodie] Just ...

Listen to me, Tom.

Breathe.

Calm down.

There is no one there.

Think of something calm.

Relax.

It's all in your mind.

Breathe.

When you open your
eyes, you'll see ...

there's no one there.

Now open them.

[birds chirping]

[exhales]

- I need a drink.

- Better?

- Yeah.

A bit.

[clears throat]

- Have you eaten today?

- No.

- You should eat something.

Who's this?

- [Tom] It's, um ...

It's my wife, Claire.
[clears throat]

- You're married?

- [Tom] Yeah, I was.

- What happened?

- Uh ...

Cancer.

A year ago.

- Oh.

I can take a look
at your nose now.

Here, sit down.

Well, it's not broken.

So ...

What now?

- What do you mean?

- The bone box, what are we
gonna do with everything?

- We're gonna sell
everything, I told you.

[exhales]

- You're prepared to take this
to your grave, aren't you?

- I told you, I was just
a little spooked is all.

I don't think
returning everything

and coming clean is gonna
do us any good, Elodie.

You think my nose looks bad now.

At least I'm still alive.

- You haven't learned a thing.

- Yeah?

All this talk about coming
clean and running away.

It sounds to me like you're
the one that's guilty.

Ouch!

- How did you lose your way?

Did it start with losing her?

[delicate piano music]

Think about your wife.

How would you feel if
someone dug her up?

Do you have any alcohol?

[sloshing]

Rubbing.

- Yeah, I think
Florence has some.

In the bathroom.

- Where?

- Just inside the cabinet.

Um ...

I'll get it.

You know, El,
maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm lost, but ...

This is the only way
I can see out of this.

[splashing]

[uneasy music]

You're in my head.

You're in my head.

[bell ringing]

[door creaking]

You're not really in there.

You're not really in there.

[door creaking]

[exhales]

[sewing machine whirring]

- Tom?

[sewing machine whirring]

- Aunt Florence?

- I was happy to help.

I was happy to help.

Happy to help, happy to help,
happy to help, happy to help.

[breathing heavily]

- You're ...

not ...

there.

[breathes deeply]

- Did you find it?

[disturbing music]

[breathes deeply]

- They're not there.

[Elodie screams]

- Elodie!
[glass shattering]

[groans]

[squelching]

[breathing heavily]

Elodie?

[exhales]

Benji.

- I got a little impatient, Tom.

But your girlfriend, here,

she told me that
you have my money.

- I, uh, yeah.

It's right in this box, Benji.

- Jesus Christ.

Wrap that up or something.

Before you say anything--

- What the hell is this?

Is this a joke?

Are you guys trying to
make a fool out of me?

What am I supposed
to do with this?

- I was gonna sell it.

- No, Tom, this is not enough.

This is not nearly enough.

You know what this does here?

It puts a bandaid
over a bullet hole.

Tom.

I need my money.

I need my money,
and I need it now!

[clattering]

- Benji.

Please.

Listen, I have more stuff,
it's all over the house.

- I've been more than
patient with you, Tom.

Now I'm done.

[cocks pistol]

- Tom?

- Stay back, lock the door!

[grunting]

Shit!

Benji.

[grunts]

- You know ...

It's sick what you did.

- Benji, I'm no
good to you dead.

[shouts]

- Is that what you told them?

[slams]

[groaning]

You know what they
used to do, Tom?

They used to cut the hands
of of thieves as punishment.

- Please.

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna kill you, Tom.

[groaning]

I'm just gonna teach you not
to take what isn't yours.

- No!

No!

- Let this be a reminder.

[squelching]

[squelching]

[body thuds]

- Tom?

- It's okay, Elodie.

It's okay now.

It's okay.

- You killed him.

- It's good.

It's good, we're good.

[chuckles]

There are no ghosts.

And I don't owe
anybody money anymore.

I'm fine, we're fine.

- Oh my god, you've lost it.

- No, it's--

No, no, no, no, it's good.

It's good, okay?

- [Elodie] Okay.

- We're good.

- Tom!

Nothing is okay!

What have you done?

- Why don't you take
some responsibility

for your own actions, too?

- Okay, fine!

I'm sorry!

Maybe on some level ...

you're right, maybe I was ...

Maybe I was using you, but ...

Tom!

You robbed those
graves without me!

Nobody was supposed to die!

[siren wailing]

- Are those the cops?

Are those the cops?

Is that the ...

- Oh shit.
- Why are the cops here?

- Look, I called them
because of Benji,

and I was locked in your room.

- Okay.

Come, let's hide the body, okay?

- [Elodie] No!

- No, we can think of
something, just help me!

- No, Tom!

Just stop!

[Tom laughing]

Stop!

Listen!

Look around.

Think what you've
done, what we've done.

This needs to end.

It needs to end right now!

- No, no, no, no.

No.

No.

Okay.

- Drop the knife!

Drop the knife, Tom!

Drop the knife!

- I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it, Sheriff.

- [Officer Kade] Just
put it down, Tom.

- Thomas, stop
what you're doing!

Just tell us what happened, man.

- No, let me go, please.

- Thomas!

Stop right there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Stop, it's too late!
- Go, go, go!

[turns lock]

[breathing heavily]

- Tom!

Tom!

[knocking]
Tom, open the door!

- Let me try, let me try.

[breathing heavily]
[siren wailing]

[groaning]

[emotional music]

[throat clearing]

[disturbing music]

[emotional music]

[disturbing music]

[door banging]

- Break it down!

Break the door down.

[banging]
[grunting]

[eerie music]
[ghosts whispering]

[banging]

[shouts]

- [Sheriff] Get him,
get him, get him!

[unsettling music]

[whispering]

- What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

Okay, I was wrong.

Okay, I was wrong.

I stole from you, I shouldn't
have done it, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry!

I'm greedy!

I'm selfish!

I'm alone!

I'm so sorry.

Please, just please,
please just leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music]

[thudding]

[droning music]

[faint whispering]

[delicate piano music]

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready.

[emotional orchestral music]

[eerie music]

[music box playing]

[emotional orchestral music]