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* I don't know what you had in mind *

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* But here we stand on opposing sides *

* Let's go to war

* Let's go to war

* Do we arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done *

* Name them off one-by-one

* Let's go to war

* Let's go to war

* With every settled score

* I thought that fighting with meant fighting for *

* But you turn it around

* But you turn it around

* War, war, war

* Screamin' at the ones we love *

* Like we forgot who we can trust *

* Screamin' at the top of our lungs *

* On the grounds where we feel safe *

* Do we feel safe

* Do we feel safe

* Hush, my baby

* Make no sound

* Maybe we can wait each other out *

* Hush my baby, make no sound - Hey guys, wait up.

* Maybe we can wait

- C'mon man, we gotta get back before dark.

- Got a flat tire.

- I can't take him anywhere.

Every time we do this, it's always something with him.

* Let's go to war

* Go to war - Hey, look.

- What's that, a pet rock?

- It's a battery.

- I don't care what it is.

What, do you collect those now?

C'mon, let's go. * I thought that fighting with

* Meant fighting for

* But you turn it around

* But you turn it around

* War, war, war

* Screamin' at the ones we love *

* Like we forgot who we can trust *

- Okay, big boy.

It's time for your big event.

(keys jingling)

- Okay.

- So you finally get to tell your side of the story, huh?

- Let's just hope it works.

- For your sake, it better.

* Screamin' at the top of our lungs *

- [Flynn] What do you mean by that?

- Hands out.

(handcuffs clicking)

For whatever it's worth, my mother thinks you're innocent.

She's been followin' this.

Well, let's be honest.

She's been obsessed with this story ever since you got here.

She thinks you got innocent eyes.

- Innocent eyes?

- She's 87 years old.

She can't see anyway.

* But are we better off alone

* With every battle, we lose a little more *

* Remember everything that we died for *

* You are everything that I died for *

- The moment you've been waiting for is finally...

I sound so excited, huh?

No, you sound great, hon.

* Do we feel safe

- Hey. - Hello.

- Make sure you hit record. * Do we feel safe

- (chuckles softly) Thanks for remindin' me.

He's already 35 minutes late.

Think he backed out?

- Not in a million years.

* Do we feel safe

* Do we feel safe

* Do you feel safe

- Who are you?

I only agreed to meet with Mitch Wal--

- Walters, yes.

Mitch Walters.

He had another engagement.

- Guard.

- Shape it up, soldier!

- Who told you that, huh?

Only my father would say that to me.

I didn't do this!

- You better calm down, big boy.

I'll put you back in that cage.

- I've done my homework.

Your father was a good man.

- No, he was a great man,

a true war hero.

- Indeed.

So please, have a seat.

(alarm buzzing)

(intriguing news music)

Hello, I'm Sylvia Richards, your host from Live TV.

You've asked for it and the moment is here.

Flynn Michaels is finally here

to tell his side of the story.

Flynn, thank you for agreeing to meet with our network.

While many may believe that you're innocent,

I still believe you need to tell your side of the story:

the real side.

Not just I only saw that or I only heard this, everything.

(dark foreboding music)

- Do you believe in ghosts?

(static buzzing) (heart thumping)

(cheerful orchestral music)

(eerie whispering)

(eerie foreboding music)

(door creaking)

(dark groaning)

(static buzzing)

- Last year, I was the host of a successful food show on TV.

(people chattering)

Back at the hotel that night, my life took a fateful turn

when I experienced my first encounter with a ghost.

(dark foreboding music)

Not only did that ghost make me believe,

but she left me wanting more.

After that, I started hosting a paranormal TV series,

"Restless Spirits."

But I failed to learn one important fact

before making that decision

and it was too late by the time I did.

Everyone is different,

not just in this life, but more so in the next.

Every ghost doesn't want to communicate

and most have no desire to show themselves either.

Maybe they're not ready to cross over.

I'm not sure.

- Do you know these people?

- Yes.

Yes, I do.

- Continue telling me your story.

We'll come back to the pictures.

- Okay.

So we decided to investigate this hotel

in the middle of nowhere.

It was just something we found out about.

- Like a ghost hunt?

- Well, sort of.

See, we received an anonymous tip

about a ghost that only appears once a year at this hotel,

the Amargosa Hotel.

- Today's the one-year anniversary, right?

- Yeah, it is.

(eerie foreboding music)

(western piano music)

- Ma'am.

- She's on a stage headed south.

(bottle scraping)

(dark foreboding music)

- Where is he?

(soft piano music)

- Hey, Max.

- [Max] Hey.

- Can you meet me over at the Maverick?

* Here they come

- You want me to agree to out to that hotel tomorrow?

- I want you to want to.

I can't do this without you.

- But there's no time to plan this out.

Thank you.

And we don't have a full team since Tina left.

The paranormal is dangerous, Flynn.

You never experienced the dark side.

I know it's your show, but it's our lives.

You're not thinking clearly.

* Yeah

* This one

* This one goes to myself

- You sure the place is still open?

- It's open.

It's been open a long time.

- Then what's the rush?

The red carpet probably blew away years ago.

Zane said this ghost only comes out once a year.

Tonight is the night.

- He also told you no one else

will go near this place tonight.

We should've waited until he could check this place out.

Why do you only take me to the beach, darling,

when the sharks come ashore?

- What's the story with the new girl?

- Ah, Lena.

My little enticing protege, she's a psychic.

You'll like her.

(cellphone chiming)

- It's the network.

Hello. - What up?

This is Jason from the network.

- Yes.

- [Jason] I heard about your little stunt there.

You wanna go out in the desert

and do some kinda ghost hunting thing out there?

Now Flynn, this is important.

We need to assess the risk and protect ourselves.

I'm gonna send out

a representative from the insurance company.

His name's Koco Steele and I'll see you soon.

Gotta go right now.

- All right.

- [Jason] (speaks faintly), bye bye.

- [Max] What did you do wrong now, Flynn?

- Was that Jason?

- They're sending some guy from the insurance company

out here to meet us.

They want to "assess the risk" as he said.

- I'm not surprised, Flynn.

They're accustomed to sharp knives and hot stoves

on the old show, so they want to see what we're doing now.

- She's right, Flynn.

The world shall not end.

- I don't like it.

If you're not on the team, you don't belong there.

I don't need anyone getting in the way

when the action heats up and asking a lot of questions.

- He's right, Cass.

The end of the world is at hand.

- Stay out of it, Max.

It's not the end of the world.

(crow cawing)

- Where ya headed?

- Amargosa Hotel.

- Same place we're going.

Hop in if you want.

- Thanks.

The name's Koco Steele.

I'll grab my stuff.

- Koco Steele?

You're the guy the insurance company

sent out from the network?

- Yes, and that makes you Flynn.

Can't begin to... (window whirring)

Are you kiddin' me?

* Better hold on

* Hold on, hold on

* Better hold on

(soft intriguing music)

(crow cawing)

(eerie foreboding music)

- Where is he?

- I don't know where he is.

- Don't you, indeed.

- I beg your pardon, sir,

if I was obscure.

I admire your audacity, madam.

Hell, I praise your spirit.

Be a shame

(eerie foreboding music)

if I had to remove it from ya.

(soft intriguing music)

- You're the only ones staying here tonight.

I'm gonna go and get the rest of the keys

and then you can make yourselves comfortable, okay?

Son of a bitch.

Hey, longhair.

You want your own room or you wanna bunk with me?

- Thank you, Grace.

You're too young for me.

- Damn right I am.

- This is a hoax and nothing but a joke.

There's nothing here, Flynn.

No one stays here anymore.

I'll bet this is all a publicity stunt.

- Can you believe her?

Where did they dig her up?

- Don't change the subject, Flynn.

- I'm not changin' the subject, Cass.

We're here.

Let's investigate and do what we do.

On with the show.

- There's no way something put a do not disturb sign

out there all by itself.

It's probably Grace and she's too wasted to remember.

- Don't be so sure.

- All right,

here's your keys.

Stay in whatever room you'd like, I don't care.

- Thank you, Grace. - Okay.

Oh, there's some dude out there

with a stick up his ass askin' for you all.

- (snaps) Koco.

- Thank you, he's with us.

We're expecting another member of our crew too.

She should be arriving soon.

- Great.

I'll go hold the door open for her.

Got nothin' better to do. (scoffs)

(dark foreboding music)

(soft rock music)

- Thank you so much for leaving me out there, Flynn.

Very funny.

Luckily I found some ride-in with some sorta goat farmer.

- I apologize, Koco.

It wasn't my idea, nor did I approve.

- Sure

and I prefer Mr. Steele.

For the record, guys:

The network's okay with me being here.

And as you know, I'm just here to protect

the interest of the network and your insurance company.

- Right.

- So you met the lady at the hotel,

you met the other guy from the network,

some type of risk manager from the insurance company?

- Yes,

Koco.

Koco Steele.

- Right.

Please tell me more about him.

- Where do I start?

I really wasn't a big fan of this guy,

at least to begin with.

He never trusted us, never gave us room.

Essentially, he disrespected our craft.

(crickets chirping)

- I asked Grace to send Lena over when she gets here.

This is incredible.

Grace tells me it's all one woman's work.

She spent almost six years just to paint this in here.

* Figaro

The Opera House.

- She sounds like someone who knows

how to stick with what she started.

- Did Koco see you walk over?

- I don't think so.

He's probably in his room checking for unsafe conditions.

- You're not going to be able to hide from him all night.

- I'm not trying to hide from him, Cass.

Just keepin' a safe distance.

- Max?

- Lena, you made it here.

Enter, my baby.

You must have met Grace.

- Ooh, yes.

Charming.

- Come.

Let me introduce you to the others.

Lena, this is Flynn, the show's host.

- Yes.

Yes, you are.

Fascinating.

- Hello, Lena.

It's a pleasure.

- And this is Cassie, the show's executive producer.

- Delighted, Lena.

Max tells me you're a psychic.

Can you tell me what I'm thinking?

- Well,

Cassandra, you were thinking of standing up to greet me,

but you wanted to wait for me to come to you.

This way, I'll know who's the boss

and everyone knows right where they stand.

- Welcome to the team.

So (claps) what's the plan?

- Oh no, Detective Steele.

- Sorry, Flynn.

Couldn't wait for you to mail the invitation.

So what are we doin'?

- This is Koco.

He's with the insurance company.

The network sent him out.

- It's gettin' late quick.

What's the plan?

- You're right.

Max briefed you on everything that's going on here?

- Completely.

- Our focus is room number nine.

As the story goes: Every year on this night,

a ghost moves into that room and no one will go near it.

Max, like we talked about on the way over,

I want you on camera tonight.

- [Max] Okay.

- Lena, I want you to cover the EVPs.

- You didn't tell Zane you were coming out.

- [Flynn] It's not a requirement and it's my show.

He wanted to find out more about the place

and I don't wanna miss the opportunity.

- [Koco] It only happens once a year.

- [Flynn] So what, Koco?

What's the damn point?

- [Koco] It seems poorly planned, maybe a bit foolish.

- [Flynn] You sound like an ass to me.

Who even wanted you here?

- Your insurance company along with the network.

- We'll find another insurance company.

- Whatever you want, boss.

But until you do, you're stuck with me.

- I'm not stuck with anything.

(soft piano music)

- [Koco] Why don't you tell what happened

to the girl in the last episode?

What happened to her?

- [Flynn] Get off my back, Koco.

- It's okay, wasn't expecting a good answer.

I got all the facts anyway.

- Shove your facts up your ass!

- It is not necessary to speak to me like that.

- [Flynn] It's not necessary for you to be here either.

- Except for being wrong, you're right.

(door squeaking) (crickets chirping)

(soft foreboding music)

- What do you want, Lena?

- Nothing.

Max tells me there's an opening

and I asked to join the team, so I'm here.

- I didn't know you were a psychic and into the paranormal.

- Of course you did.

- How so?

- You were just thinking if I'm wearing panties.

Nobody's listening, just me.

That's exactly what you were thinking.

- I don't know what to say.

- Why say anything?

You're here, I'm here.

Ghosts are waiting.

(door creaking)

And since you are wondering, I'm not wearing any tonight.

- I wasn't thinking that.

- Sure.

- Perhaps it is I who is bein'

obscure.

(western piano music)

The gentleman's whereabouts are of grave importance to me.

I seek to find that information out,

one way or the other.

Now as I ask politely one final time,

where is he?

- He didn't take me into his confidence on that matter.

- Enough!

Would you rather me throw you down

and smash your head on the floor,

then I could pick the pieces of recollections up

or the memories which I seek?

This is not a game!

(dark foreboding music)

My words may have resembled a question,

you may have believed you had a choice

in whether or not which to answer,

but I can assure you, you do not!

Now, right now.

You can have the choice

which you so humbly demanded upon me,

you can have the choice to take your next breath

or you can provide me with the answer I asked for

so cordially in the beginnin'.

But you cannot, my lady, have both!

(soft foreboding music)

Are we ready for that drink yet?

- Do your worst,

but I shall never betray him.

- Never?

(chuckles) Never's a lot like forever.

Nothin' lasts that long. (snaps)

Regretfully I know someone

far more persuasive.

(dark foreboding music)

(soft piano music)

- Lena, can you check please?

I got one, three, four,

but I got no signal on camera two.

- Sure, I'm plugging it in right now.

- No. - Nor have I.

- Nothing. - How 'bout now?

- There it is.

Okay.

Can you move it down a little bit, please?

- Here? - A little bit more.

Good, that's it.

A little bit up.

Sorry.

Okay, we got it.

Perfect.

(soft piano music)

- Looks good. - Yeah.

- Max, I wanna pick up some more introductory shots.

- You wanna check with Koco first?

- Bite me, Max.

(teeth snapping)

- Grab the camera.

- [Max] Rolling.

- Okay, here we go.

Lost my train of thought.

- Okay. - Back it up.

- That's okay. - Okay.

We good?

- Yeah. - Okay.

The infamous room nine, Amargosa Hotel.

Night has fallen and we're setting up to investigate.

Once a year, every year on this night,

no one, absolutely no one will go into that room.

Join us as we venture into the unknown

and go places no one else has gone before.

- Okay, ready. - Okay.

I want you to get a good shot on the doorknob.

Get a good shot.

- Okay. - Okay, here we go.

- Rolling.

- The haunted legend that we're following tells us

a spirit makes its presence known every year

by hangin' a do not disturb sign on the door.

Knowing the crew of restless spirits,

not one ghost will be sleeping tonight.

Cut it right there.

How was that?

- [Max] I like it.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- [Flynn] Should we do it again?

- Do we have the static camera set up on that doorknob yet?

- Go easy, Cass.

We're just about set up.

(device whirring) (dark foreboding music)

- I'm just trying to make sure

we don't miss the money shot, Flynn.

Can already picture Grace's hand reaching around the door.

- [Flynn] That's what we're trying to do, Cassandra.

We haven't had you here--

- Don't even say it.

I've been in that skirt all day.

- [Max] Cassie, connect this to the DVR and

we're in business.

(device whirring)

- Flynn, look.

(eerie foreboding music)

(dark foreboding music)

- [Henchman] Where's he hiding?

- He's not hiding (breathes heavily)

and I shall tell you nothin' more.

(dark foreboding music) (heart thumping)

- We'll see.

(eerie whispering) (heart thumping)

(Lady shrieking)

(soft foreboding music)

- [Henchman] You'll find him at the Amargosa hotel.

Room number nine.

(intriguing orchestral music)

- [Max] Camera's good, camera's rolling.

- Equipment's ready.

- Everything's rolling. - We're all ready?

- [Lena] You'll probably be more comfortable outside.

- I'd be a lot more comfortable on the beach in Rio.

What's the point?.

- Lena, hit the lights please.

- [Max] Rio and $10 a day with no hair.

(intriguing orchestral music)

(eerie foreboding music)

- If there's somebody in the room,

can you please make a noise now?

Can you tell me why you hang

that do not disturb sign on the doorknob?

- Any violent attacks

in this room?

- Tell us why you haunt this room

on this day every year.

Did somebody you love die in this room?

- I'm gettin' nothin' on the mel meter.

- If you're the one that hung

the do not disturb sign on the door,

please give us a sign.

(dark foreboding music)

- You know,

I really thought this is the one.

- I expected more after we saw the sign.

- How much longer do you want to stay here, Flynn.

- What, you gonna say I told you so again?

- There's nothing here.

(Flynn sighing)

- I don't think we're gonna find anything.

I'll probably go to sleep.

- Maybe...

Maybe I'll go snoop around a little bit.

- Guys,

lemme give it a try by myself please.

- [Koco] Fine by me.

- All right.

- [Lena] Good luck.

(soft intriguing music)

- Okay spirit,

unknown infamous spirit of room number nine,

I'm here

all by myself

and we've seen nothing.

Nothing.

But for whatever reason on the night

supposedly everything goes down, I get nothing?

C'mon, gimme somethin'.

Show me something.

Show me somethin'.

We're not here to hurt you.

That's what I thought.

Quite honestly, (sighs)

maybe Cassandra is right.

This was a waste of time,

waste of money

Guys,

pack it up.

We're done.

- Cassandra your girlfriend?

- Yes.

Well, was.

I don't wanna talk about that right now.

- Let's carry on.

- So we went back to the room

and that's when things

started getting a little weird.

- The ratings'll be sizzling on this episode, Flynn.

- Not now, Cass.

- How about now?

- Get off it, Cassandra!

You were right, okay?

You were fu...

(somber piano music)

(Flynn sighing)

I'm sorry, I--

- I still love you.

- I know, but--

- Go plug in the cameras. See if we caught any fish.

I'm gonna jump in the shower.

(dark foreboding music)

(Cassandra sighing)

(soft somber music)

- Can you see better now?

- You know, different lenses see different things

Is that camera clear?

I'm wanna snoop around a little bit.

Gotta be some action here somewhere.

- Gimme a minute and I'll get the card out.

- [Max] All right, I'll be back in a little bit.

(water trickling) (dark foreboding music)

(EMF beeping) (eerie foreboding music)

(door creaking)

(water trickling)

- Flynn?

(dark foreboding music) (camera beeping)

(water trickling)

Really.

(foreboding piano music)

(eerie foreboding music) (shoes crunching)

Something isn't-- - Cass,

did you by chance happen to use that shower

any other time today?

- No, why?

- I don't know, I'm not sure yet.

(foreboding piano music)

- Flynn, something was in the shower with me.

- Like what?

- I don't know "Like what?"

But

I'm scared.

- [Flynn] Look.

- When did you take the camera in the bathroom?

- I didn't.

The camera turned itself on

and that's what I found on it.

- That's not possible.

- Well then you took another shower today

and Max followed you in.

- But I didn't, Flynn.

I don't like this.

Let's get outta here.

- No, no.

I tried to copy the video to the laptop, too.

It won't do it.

The computer insists there's no file to copy.

- Don't tell me any more.

(camera beeping)

(dark foreboding music)

Oh my god, it's watching us.

Turn it off!

- All right.

- Flynn, say something.

- What the hell do you want me to say?

I don't know what's goin' on.

The camera can see what it sees.

Not everything, just pieces.

- It.

- It, the ghost from room nine.

The one that told us to stay out.

- I told us to stay out!

You don't listen!

(dark foreboding music)

(EMF beeping)

(radio static whooshing)

- I know

you're here.

- [Henchman] You're afraid.

- I'm not afraid.

- [Henchman] I know who you are, Max.

Do you know who I am?

- Do you know

that I did not sleep

one night through

since I was a child?

And you ask if I know who you are.

You wanna play?

I'm all-in.

(dark foreboding music)

(door banging)

- Hang on.

What'd we do wrong now?

I mean, what did I do wrong?

- Relax, Flynn.

I heard someone yellin' as I was walkin' by.

Okay.

- Show him the video.

Tell him what's goin' on.

- Nothing's going on.

- Look at the camera.

- No.

- [Cassandra] Something's watching us.

- That's horrifying.

You're right, we're doomed.

- I don't understand.

(Koco chuckling softly)

Nothing.

- Koco, we both saw recordings on there

of me in the shower

and then the two of us sitting here on the couch,

but we didn't shoot any of it.

- Then who did?

- Flynn thinks the camera may be picking up

what the ghost sees.

- The ghost.

- Yes.

- Which ghost?

- Room nine.

- Of course.

I forgot about that dramatic encounter from earlier.

You guys should call the cops.

It's gettin' too late for this.

- If a digital voice recorder can pick up voices

out of our hearing range, why can't a video camera

pick up images that are unseen to us?

- Is that possible?

- I don't know.

I guess.

(dark foreboding music)

- What is it?

- Somethin' at the back of the hotel.

Maybe it doesn't know it sees what we see.

- Now what?

- Get dressed.

(soft intriguing music)

It's over here.

We need to go this way.

- [Koco] I'm not sure what that means, Flynn.

What's in there?

- I don't know exactly, Koco.

(door squeaking)

I'm seeing somethin' on camera

that I didn't film before and this is the door I saw.

(eerie foreboding music)

I don't know how it's possible,

but it must mean somethin'.

We should check it out.

- If you insist. - Move.

- Flynn, wait for me.

(gate squeaking) (dark foreboding music)

- Fuck no, you didn't just do that.

- [Cassandra] Koco.

- That's goin' in my report, you little crap sandwich.

- It wasn't me.

Fuck, Koco.

It wasn't me.

(hand slapping)

It wasn't my fault.

(eerie foreboding music)

Down here.

It's down here.

Down here.

Koco, stop right there.

Move to your left a little.

Something is followin' us.

No, my left, dammit.

- [Koco] Bitch.

- Do what I mean, not what I say.

- Don't piss me off, Flynn.

Your policy's about to expire.

Whoa!

(door slamming)

(Cassandra shrieking)

(door slamming and banging)

Flynn! - Help, open up!

- What the hell was that?

(door banging)

Open this damn door!

- Are you okay? - Lemme out, Flynn!

- Are you okay, Cassandra?

- Lemme out! - What was that?

- I don't know.

- [Cassandra] What the fuck was that?

- [Flynn] Koco!

Koco, can you hear me?

- [Koco] Flynn, I'm gonna rip you in half...

- [Cassandra] Are you all right?

- [Koco] ...when I get outta here!

(door banging)

Let me outta here. - Koco, open the door.

- [Cassandra] Open the door right now, Flynn.

- [Flynn] That's what I'm doing.

- (growls) Open! - Flynn!

- [Flynn] Koco!

- Door's jammed shut. - Get out!

- I can't get out.

(dark foreboding music) (eerie breathing)

- [Flynn] It's stuck!

It won't budge!

- Something's in the room with me.

- There's gotta be somethin' to open it with.

- Yeah then you try it, Cassandra.

(doorknob clacking) (door knocking)

- [Koco] Get us out of here, Flynn!

- I'm trying.

- [Koco] We are not alone.

- This doesn't make any sense.

(haunting ghostly whispering)

What was that?

(soft foreboding music)

(soft intriguing music)

Lena, that's it.

Lena and Max'll come look for us.

- Yeah,

yeah.

- [Cassandra] We're gonna be fine.

Wait, how is this...

- [Lena] Flynn?

- How is this showing her?

- [Lena] Is that you?

- You have cameras in her room?

- Yeah,

I needed to make sure we covered all our bases.

- Flynn,

did Cassie

kick you out already?

- What is she--

- [Flynn] It's not...

- What's she talking about?

- I don't know. - Flynn,

come here.

I know you want me.

- Flynn.

- [Lena] Come to bed.

I won't tell.

- Did you have an affair with Lena?

(soft foreboding music)

- Flynn,

is that you?

(foreboding dark music)

Flynn,

did Cassie

kick you out already?

She found out you cheated with me?

- How could you do that?

- I was-- - You were what?

- I was drunk, all right? - You were what?

Oh that's a good fucking excuse, huh?

- All right, this happened--

- And then you bring her on the team?

Are you joking me right now?

- I didn't bring her on the team, Cassandra.

I did not. - Then how did she get here?

she was gonna be here.

(eerie foreboding music)

(eerie whispering) (Lena shrieking)

- [Cassandra] Help, help!

- I am not afraid of you.

- [Cassandra] Koco, can you hear me?

(ominous growling)

Somebody!

- (shrieks) Help, help!

(Lena wincing)

(dark foreboding music)

- And this, this is how you repay me.

Are you serious?

- [Koco] What's goin' on?

You guys okay?

- Yeah, don't worry, Koco.

I'm fine, but Flynn's gonna fucking die.

- Cassandra, I'm sorry.

- Save your fucking pity, all right?

- I am sorry.

- Fuck you.

Koco, get me outta here right now!

Help!

(foreboding piano music)

(EMF beeping)

(doors banging) (dark sinister music)

(haunting whispering)

(Max grunting)

- It's stuck! It won't budge!

(Lena shrieking)

- Cassandra, I know you're upset

and you have every right to be.

But we need to figure out a way

to get outta this predicament.

- Why don't you figure out a way

to get us outta this predicament

since you're the one who got us into it?

All of it.

- You're right.

(camera beeping) (foreboding dark music)

(Lena shrieking) Wait a minute.

- Oh my god, what's happening to her?

Flynn.

- She's being attacked.

We've gotta find another way out.

- Flynn, we could be next.

I told you this was a trap.

- Listen. - I told you.

- Listen, relax.

(piercing ringing) (dark foreboding music)

What the hell?

- Oh my god. - Go, go, go.

(soft foreboding music)

- Oh my god, what's happening to her?

(eerie whispering)

(eerie foreboding music)

(camera clicking)

(heart thumping)

- No.

(Cassandra shrieking)

No!

No!

No!

- Koco!

Koco!

Look!

It's attacking Lena!

(soft intriguing music)

- Lena!

Lena! - I'm calling for help.

- [Koco] Nice try, sister.

No cell service.

- What's going on here?!

- We need to get out of here now.

- Now you're talkin' my language, Flynn.

Let's do it.

- What about Max?

- He's gone too.

- What?

What do you mean, Flynn?

- How do you know that?

- It's just a feeling I have.

I don't know.

- We can't leave 'em here alone.

- All right, I'll go check.

You two go grab whatever crap you need

and get the fuck outta here.

- Koco.

Hey, don't disappear.

Cass.

(soft piano music)

- What are you gonna say, Flynn?

Honestly I wanna tell you to leave me alone,

but timing's real bad, you know?

(somber piano music)

Can you tell me why?

- [Flynn] I don't know, but I know we can get through this.

- Yes

if get through the night,

yeah.

I'm with you on that.

Stay here, I'll go back to the room and grab our stuff.

- Cass,

make it quick please.

(dark foreboding music)

(camera beeping)

(eerie whispering)

(static buzzing)

- No sign of Max, no sign of anyone.

I checked everywhere.

- A little weird?

This is fascinating.

- Well,

everything happened so fast.

We started to run wherever

just tryin' to get away from this thing.

- [Sylvia] The ghost, I presume.

- What do we do now, Flynn?

- I don't know.

Call

the network.

Call the police.

At this point, who knows?

- Thanks for not leaving me behind.

(eerie foreboding music)

- Koco, look.

- What the fuck is that?

- That's Lena.

- Unless your ghost friend took her to the mall

clothes shoppin', that's not her, my buddy.

- Flynn, don't you stop.

- Bad idea, boss.

- [Flynn] We can't leave her here, Cass.

- [Koco] Shit.

- Do you see anything?

- [Koco] Nah, nothin'.

- Let's get outta here.

I wanna go.

- You see her?

- Can't tell.

Thought I saw somethin', but now I don't see anything.

- What are you doing?

- We can't leave her, Cass.

We have to go back.

- Why do we have to go back and look?

- Dammit Cassandra, why do you have to be like this?

- Stop yelling at me!

- If it wasn't for what we said,

we can do this. - Start driving.

We need to go home.

I wanna go home. - All right, Cassandra.

If it wasn't for everything I told you about this.

- All right! - You know what?

I don't even give a shit about that right now.

I just wanna get home safe. - All right.

Flynn, let's go.

- Thank you.

(eerie foreboding music)

Lena!

- It's not her.

- Lena!

- Flynn.

- Cassandra, wait.

(sinister dark music)

(ominous engine revving)

- I fuckin' quit.

Let's go.

(eerie foreboding music)

Really not in the mood for this, Flynn.

Get us outta here.

- What are you doing?

- It won't start!

- Fuck, I'm really not into this.

- What are we gonna do?

- Well unless you got a better idea, we're walkin'.

Leavin' now.

(soft foreboding music)

- Did you change your boots?

- Yes, I had to fucking change my boots.

Enough walking.

(sinister foreboding music)

- Flynn.

- What is it?

- We're back at my car.

(dark foreboding music)

- I just need to sit for a moment, Koco.

- That doesn't matter 'cause it won't fuckin' start!

* I'm all saddled up

* It's time to be ridin' away

- Let's start walkin'.

I can't do this anymore. * If I ride fast enough

- Hold on. * I can't jump to my yesterday

- I'm not getting in that car.

- No, don't.

* There's nothin' I'm leavin' behind *

- Flynn. * That could make me stay

- You gotta get off this road.

- We need to get moving!

- You won't make it.

It's been followin' us the whole time.

- [Flynn] What does that even mean?

- [Koco] If you cut through there,

it's the shortest distance back to town, as the crow flies.

- As the crow flies?

- Go that way, run as fast as you can.

- What are you doin'?

- Getting you home.

- You're not getting in that car, are you?

- That's the plan.

- "Bad idea, boss."

Sound familiar?

- It's not a bad idea for everyone.

Get movin'.

Get outta here while you still can!

Take her and go.

Lemme do this, please.

* Just have a smile to his hat and say his farewell *

(dark foreboding music)

(soft bluegrass music)

- What took you so long?

(eerie foreboding music)

Go ahead, make yourself comfortable.

- [Henchman] Stop resisting.

- It's Mr. Steele.

We're not friends.

(speech drowned out by static)

- Sorry pal, can't stand that station.

* We're all a part of the world *

* I miss the sound

* Straight from the crossroad

* No one is around

* We seek less vengeance

* If I'm out of time (tires screeching)

* The devil

(dark foreboding music)

(door banging)

(door creaking)

- Sorry to disturb you,

but your lady won't be joining you tonight.

(gun blasting)

(man wincing)

(intense foreboding music)

- (breathes heavily) I gotta be still for a minute,

catch my breath

(Flynn breathing heavily)

I don't hear anything.

- We probably wouldn't.

- Do you see something?

- [Flynn] No.

- What are we gonna do?

(camera beeping)

- Keep going and stay alive.

(dark foreboding music)

- What is it?

- We're being followed.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

(gravel crunching)

(demonic shrieking)

- That's good. - You sure?

Shh, shh, shh.

It's right behind us.

Let's go.

We gotta go, we gotta go now.

Let's go, c'mon! (Cassandra wincing)

(eerie foreboding music)

(leaves rustling)

(eerie foreboding music)

He can't find us.

- Then let's go.

- [Julie] I'm just gonna touch you up a little.

- [Sylvia] Oh thanks, Julie.

- Since we're on a commercial break,

why don't you tell me a little bit about you?

You seem to know everything about me.

- Well, I was raised in the Midwest.

My father was a minister.

- (chuckles) Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your father was a minister?

- [Sylvia] That's right.

- What are you doin' filming an interview like this?

- Look, I'm not here to hit you over the head

with a Bible, okay?

I'm here to help.

That's what I do.

- Do you believe me?

- Look, for what it's worth, your story is truly compelling.

I don't know what happened.

There's no evidence.

But I do think...

I do think you're being forthright.

- Forthright. (chuckles softly)

I apologize.

I'm just

frustrated.

- It's fine.

It's fine.

(dark foreboding music)

(eerie whispering)

How's the food in this place?

- It's horrible.

(scoffs) What I would die for some home-cooked meals.

- [Sylvia] Not my home-cooked meals.

Enrique, what are you doing?

We've got like 30 seconds left.

- No, there's something goin' on here.

I'm not kidding.

Come here, look.

Look.

- There's nothing there.

What're you talking about?

How many times do I have to tell you this is live.

I have to get another camera guy or what?

- What's goin' on, Sylvia?

There's somethin' there.

He saw somethin' in the viewfinder.

This isn't good.

- There was nothing there.

- It's the one-year anniversary.

He saw something.

He saw something!

- There was nothing there.

I just checked it!

(eerie foreboding music)

(crickets chirping)

- What is this place?

- I don't know.

I've never been out this far.

- I need to sit down and rest.

(groans) I can't keep running.

(foreboding music)

Do you really know the way back to town from here?

- Honestly Cass, I'm not completely sure.

- This is when you finally decide

to start being honest with me?

- [Flynn] That's not what I meant.

- That is what I meant.

- Cass.

- Don't even think about crying.

- I wasn't going to cry.

- [Cassandra] Yeah?

Well maybe you should.

- What do you want me to say?

- Anything

other than how sorry you are would be a damn good start.

- Cass, I didn't mean to hurt you.

- (chuckles softly) That's refreshing.

What would have done to me if you did?

(leaves rustling)

What was that?

- [Flynn] I don't know.

- You think it's still trying to find us?

- Probably, but I don't think it can.

(dark foreboding music)

- [Cassandra] See anything?

- [Flynn] No.

(crickets chirping)

(dark foreboding music) (ground scratching)

- Why did it come after us like that?

- Punishment I guess.

- It may have started out that way,

but it turned into something else at some point.

Something...

with a greater sense of purpose.

- Maybe you're right.

But it just seems like a game to me.

(soft foreboding music)

- What are we gonna do when we get back?

Where do we even start?

- Over.

We start over.

(woman screaming)

(soft intriguing music)

(eerie whispering) (dark foreboding music)

Cass!

Cassandra!

(woman screaming)

- [Cassandra] Help!

(Cassandra shrieking)

(winces) I can't move.

(Flynn groaning)

(Cassandra weeping)

- [Flynn] I'm here.

I'll get you outta here, Cass.

I promise, I'll get you outta here.

(electricity crackling) (Cassandra wincing)

- Ow, it's hurting me! (screams)

- What do you want from us?

Leave her alone!

(Cassandra weeping)

(Flynn groaning)

- Help me, Flynn. (gasps)

Pull, pull.

(electricity buzzing)

- Come on.

(Cassandra wincing)

(Cassandra screaming)

You can't have her!

Take us both!

You want us so bad?

Take us both!

(Cassandra wincing)

(Flynn groaning)

(electricity crackling)

(ghastly whispering)

(both breathing heavily)

- Oh my god.

Are you okay?

Thank you.

Thank you.

- (weeps) I thought I lost you.

- Never.

Never.

(eerie foreboding music) (wind whooshing)

(soft intriguing music)

(gravel crunching)

(cellphone ringing)

Finally.

Hmm, service with a smile.

- It's Zane.

Hello? - Flynn,

did you get my messages?

Stay away from that hotel.

Everyone said it's far too dangerous.

- Yeah, we know.

Can we get a ride into town, please?

- Please, it's important.

- Okay, let's go.

(rock guitar strumming)

Y'all runnin' from the law or somethin'?

- No, nothin' like that.

- Well I am.

Just kiddin' you.

(woman chuckling)

- I'm sure our viewers would agree,

your story is truly compelling.

Tell me more about Cassandra.

But before you do, I just wanna say

I think that it's very chivalrous of you,

the way you defended her in court.

I wish you would've had that same type of passion

for your own testimony.

- I love her.

I cannot express in words how much I love her.

If she is listening--

- There's a good chance.

- If you have moved on, I understand.

But just remember:

I will always * Forever

* I want you to be mine

- And I mean always

love you.

- She knows.

Thank you, Flynn.

One last question.

Hindsight being 20/20,

would you have done anything different?

- No.

- Well America,

you heard it for yourself,

the story of Flynn Michaels.

Now you be the judge.

Flynn.

(birds chirping)

(gravel crunching)

- Hey look.

What's this?

(camera beeping)

(dark foreboding music)

- What the hell?

("Don't Stop" by Nothing More)

* Like a shotgun in a fist fight *

* Like a murder in the daylight *

* I'm the poison in the lead pipes *

- Change her mind.

* Open me up and watch the dogs fight *

* Dogs fight

- This is the spooky house.

I think they've always called it that,

but we just carry on the tradition.

What the hell is that out there?

Who took a crap out here?

- Are you serious?

(Cassandra muttering)

- Why is that light flickering like this?

- Which one, do you know?

- No answer.

Can you make the lights flicker more?

You have trouble, see?

Make it turn it off.

- Can we turn it off please?

- If you were powerful, you can make that turn off.

Show us what you can do.

C'mon, all the way off.

I wouldn't be in for this, I really wouldn't.

- I know. - What do I do?

C'mon, turn it off.

Do it.

Give it to me.

- What the hell?

- Do it. - That's cool.

No, we like it.

Go twice.

* Keep diggin' deep

* Keep diggin' deep

* Keep diggin'

* The ball drops

* Start tickin' to a new clock

* Get back up and take another shot *

- Can you shut the light off please?

Oh my. - (chuckles) Dude.

- C'mon, turn it off.

Turn it off.

* To choke out my illusions

* Yeah

- Do we have that?

Oh, crazy.

* Yeah

* Ooh

* Keep on diggin' deep

* Keep diggin' deep, keep diggin' deep *

* Keep diggin'

* We don't stop

- [Cassandra] Are you the person they call The Boss?

Turn it up high.

* We don't stop

(foreboding groaning) * Yeah

* We don't stop

* Ooh keep on diggin' deep

* Keep diggin' deep

* Keep diggin'

- Can you hear that? - Mm-hmm.

- If you're happy we're here, flicker the light.

* Five senses and a brain to move me *

* Five ways that they can never use me *

* I got the fire

* I got control

* I got the fire

* I got control

- If you wanna believe, look at the light.

Oh my god.

- On the count of three, watch 'em turn it off.

One,

two,

three.

* To choke out my illusions

- Question.

- [Man] Could it be running on the roof right now?

- [Man] I don't know.

I'm gonna go fuckin' find out right now.

- [Man] Is the roof slanted?

* Keep on diggin' deep

* We keep diggin' deep, we keep diggin' deep *

* We deep diggin'

(speech drowned out by music)

* Yeah, we don't stop

* We don't stop

* Yeah, we don't stop

* Ooh, keep on diggin' deep

* Keep diggin' deep

* Ooh, keep on diggin' deep

* Keep diggin' deep

* Ooh yeah

- [Man] Wow, that's something that we wanna do.

(crew chuckling)

Screw you, I'm fucked.

(speech drowned out by music)

- Shut it off.

* I got the fire

* I got the soul

* I got the fire

* I got the soul

- It's like at the (speaks faintly).

- Woo, smell that?

- Next.

- What's up, Travis?

- Yeah, that's good. - Look at us.

- You almost left it in, didn't you? (chuckles)

- Heard ya helpin'. - Dude.

- [Man] And then just hand it to my hand.

- That's some serious stuff.