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[dramatic music]

[man groaning]
[tense music]

[alarm beeping]

[door clicking]

- [Professor] It was one of
the strongest applications

we've seen in years,

and your essay touched many
people on the committee.

- Well, I just want
to say thanks again,

for the support and
everything you've done for me.

- You've proven you deserve
to be here, Rebecca,

and you'll be a real asset

to the Neuroscience
Nursing program.

And I want to assure you
that there are people here

who understand your situation.

We're a very diverse group,

and some of us have personal
experiences much like yours,

with unique and challenging
family circumstances.

I think we've covered
everything for now.

We're very excited
to have you here.

- I'm excited, a little
scared but very excited.

I've never actually
been on a plane before.

- It won't be a long flight.

If everything's
covered on your end,

we'll see you here on the 17th.

- The 17th? That's
like a week away.

- We've got a lot
of ground to cover

to get you all caught up.

This is a very
special circumstance

and in order to make sure
you won't fall behind

we'll need you here
as soon as possible.

- Right, right, yeah.

The 17th. I'll be there.

[gentle music]

[water bubbling]

[phone ringing]

- [Richie] You know what to do.

- Hey, it's me.

I was hoping you'd pick up.

Look, I'm headed to work soon.

And I was wondering if maybe
we could meet up afterwards.

I'll be done at 3:00 so I
could come by yours after?

I know you'll be up.

Just check in, okay?

I need to talk to
you about something.

I love you, bye.

[traffic whooshing]

[quiet rock music]

- Hey, everything okay?

Becca?

Becca?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Yeah, hey, everything's fine.

- [Mel] So, how'd it go?

- What?

- I thought you had
that call today?

- Oh, yeah, it went great.

They want me there for the 17th.

- Shit, that's like next week.

- Yeah.

- [Mel] That's a
good thing, right?

- [Becca] It's great,
I mean, it's amazing.

It's just--

- [Mel] You still
haven't told Richie.

- He's in a good place.

You know, I don't
want to jinx it.

- If he's in a good place,

then it's the best
time to tell him.

He's your brother,
he'll understand, okay?

[upbeat music]

- [Operator] Your
mailbox is full.

To listen to your
messages press--

[phone clicks]

- [Richie] I know what
you said the other day

about not everything
being an emergency.

And I'm not trying to freak
you out or anything like that

because everything
is under control.

But something's going on

and I don't want to get
into it over the phone

because you really
need to be here

to understand what's happening

and I really think
it'll blow your mind.

[phone clicking]

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

Pick up, pick up,
Becca, come on.

Don't make me beg, just come
over as soon as you get this.

Like I was saying, if I
start getting into it,

you're gonna think I'm crazy,
and it's not about that.

[phone beeps]

You really need to be here.

I need your help.

Please, Becca, I don't.

[phone beeps]
[phone ringing]

You know what to do.

[phone beeps]

[keys clicking]

[phone beeps]

[phone ringing]

You know what to do.

[phone beeps]
[Becca groaning]

[upbeat music]

- What now?

- Richie left me
some weird messages

and now he's not picking up.

Is it okay if I just run
out and check on him,

just get it over with

and then I'll be back
in 30 minutes, tops.

[Mel groans]

- Fine, but you
gotta make it quick.

It's gonna pick up in
here once the game starts.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey, Becca?

Promise me you'll tell him.

[traffic whooshing]

[somber music]

- [Driver] Rebecca?

- [Becca] Yeah.

[singing in foreign language]

- [GPS] In 100
meters, turn right.

Recalculating.

- It takes us
straight to a detour,

which just takes us to another
detour. There's no logic.

Turn right, nope, it's closed.

Go back this way.

Guess what, we're
stuck in a loop.

- [GPS] Recalculating.

[singing in foreign language]

100
[GPS beeping]

[driver sighs]

[singing in foreign language]

[faint upbeat music]

- [Becca] The music?

I'm so sorry.

- It's been going on all night.

If it's not that music,
it's that vibration.

It shakes the whole building.

I know I said I wasn't
gonna call the cops again,

but some of us
have to work, Okay?

Some of us need a
little peace and quiet.

- I totally get it.

- I don't think you do, Rebecca.

Because if you did, this
wouldn't keep happening,

but it does keep happening.

- Well I'm gonna go
deal with it right now.

- No need, I called the super,

he's gonna come here
tomorrow bright and early

and he's gonna have a little
chat with your brother.

- Why would you do that?

- Because I've had it, okay?

It's either your
brother or it's me.

And I'm not leaving.

- Great.
[electricity sizzling]

- Excuse me, I'm not done
speaking with [sighs].

These people are such trash!

[door thuds]

[blaring upbeat music]

- Richie!

Richie!

What the hell?

[dramatic music]

[door creaking]

No!

No, no, no!

No. [sobbing]

- [Richie] Hey, thanks
for showing up finally.

[Becca gasping]

Hey, earth to--
[both screaming]

- Richie!

- Becca!

- Cover yourself up!

- I was having the
weirdest dream.

- No, I thought
you were in the closet.

- In the closet.

- [Becca] You are in the closet.

- Oh!

[tape rewinding]

[Richie gasping]

Right.

[ominous music]

- What the hell is
going on, Richie?

[Richie groaning]

- Come on!

Okay, watch.

This is my third attempt.

I'm writing everything
down in a journal,

which is good, 'cause it's
really fuzzy up here, but.

It's [laughing] it's
a total mind-fuck.

You know, seeing yourself dead.

It's just, I mean,

wow, I've seen hallucinations
and shit but...

This, this is [laughing]

I mean, like, this is real.

- Turn it off.

- Wait, hold on, there's more.

So I keep waking up butt naked

and at first I
thought this was mold

or something like that

but I think it's something
completely different.

As far as I can tell,
this is where it happens.

Okay, this is where
it gets weird.

[film crackling]

See!

Did you see that?

I can't get it on tape
because it keeps messing up.

But you were here,
what did you see?

- What do you mean?

I wasn't in the room.

- You couldn't have come
over five minutes earlier!

Wait, where were you?

I've been calling you all day.

- I was at work.

When I got your messages
I tried calling you back

but you didn't pick up.

- Yeah, I don't know
what I did with my phone.

You're here now, that's great.

I need you to pay attention.

Okay, just stay
there, one second.

- Did you stop
taking your pills?

- No.

Yes, I like...that's
beside the point.

What's wrong?

Do you not see what's going on?

- No, I do see what's
going on, Richie,

and I don't have
time to get pulled

into another one of
your weird art projects.

God dammit, I thought
something happened!

- Something did happen!

- I want to be here
and I want to help you

but I have to go right now.

I'm done at 3:00, I
can come back here

and we can figure
this out together.

- Please, please, Becca.

- Now, I can see that things
are really intense right now.

Okay, all right,
but I'll be back.

But I need you to
keep the music off

and stop whatever this
is until then, okay?

Okay.

- Becca, I can't figure this
out without you watching.

Okay, please, I just,
I need you to watch.

Please, just stay.

Don't, just look, okay, look!

Look!

[Becca gasps]

[phone ringing]

[Becca groans]

- Hey, everything okay?

- Yeah, it's worse
that I thought.

- [Mel] Is Richie all right?

- Yeah, he doesn't look so good.

Ah, I don't think
I can leave yet.

I'll call you back later, okay?

What the fuck is
going on, Richie?

- It's all in
here, which is good

because things up here
are a little bit jumbled.

Okay, see?

- What the fuck is going on!

- Just relax, okay, relax.

- Relax? Relax!

There are dead bodies all
over the apartment, Richie.

Your dead bodies!

- Just shut up, okay!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
that was very mean.

I love you.

Look, just listen.

I called you because
something bad did happen.

I killed myself.

But then something
amazing happened.

- I don't understand.

- I've already died three times.

And I have come
back three times.

But I don't know how.

I thought the video
would capture it

but you saw what happened.

So I need you to be the video.

- [Becca] What do you mean?

- I need you in my room to
just watch what happens next.

- [Becca] Okay, and
where will you be?

- I'll be dead.

- What? Wait!

What do you mean?

- I'm gonna kill myself.

And I need you to be in here

to just watch what happens next.

- No.

- Becca, please.
- No, no way!

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare!

[somber music]

[Richie sighs]

[door thuds]

[gentle jazzy music]

[bass rumbling]

- Oh, no you don't.

[broomstick thudding]

[Becca sighs]

[dramatic music]

[door thuds]

- You came back.

- Richie, this has to
stop, right now, okay.

The music and whatever
this is, has to stop.

- I'm not trying
to scare you, okay.

I get it, this is really weird.

But take a look around.

I'm not making this up.

I'm not spiralling,
this is happening.

So let's just, you
know, go with it.

- I'm not comfortable with this.

- It's already done.

- What's already done?

- I took something
when you stepped out.

So it's gonna be
kicking in pretty soon.

- Jesus, Richie!

- It's fine, it's fine, really.

- [Becca] Oh my God.

- No, no, no, I'm good.

I'm good, really.

I'm fine.

[somber music]

- [Becca] We need to get
you to a hospital, Richie.

- Uh uh.

You've seen my bodies.

Just trust me.

I'll come back, I promise.

When I'm gone, go in my bedroom.

Write down what you see.

It's like when I had
heatstroke in Hampton Beach.

- Not really.

- You held my hand
all night long.

[gentle music]

- I remember.

I remember when you
puked on my prom date

before we even had
a chance to leave.

'Cause you drank an
entire bottle of schnapps.

- Darryl something.

- Darryl Friedman.

- [laughs] He had it comin'.

- I remember last year when
I got a call from the cops

at 3:00 in the morning saying
they took you to the hospital.

How I felt when I
saw you in that room.

I thought...

Never mind.

Richie, I have to
tell you something.

[Richie farts]

Oh!

You dick!

Richie?

Richie?

[ominous rumbling]

[singing in foreign language]

[flesh squelching]

[Becca whimpering]

Oh my God... [groaning]

[membrane tearing]

[fluid squelching]

[both screaming]

- [Richie] What the fuck are
you doing in my apartment?

- Put some clothes on.

[ominous music]

[Richie sighing]

- I'm starving.

Why do you look so freaked?

What the hell is that?

[Richie screaming]

[Richie gasping]

Right.

- How many fingers?

- Come on.

Three.

- Touch your nose with
your pointer finger.

Now touch my finger.

How do you feel?

- Annoyed.

- [Becca] For real.

- I don't know, my brain hurts.

- Okay, hurts how?

Like, sharp, throbbing?

- Like fuzzy, or
something, just...

Like I can kind
of remember things

and I also kind of don't.

It's all just layered
on top of itself.

So my mind is getting
really worn down.

Like if you were
making a copy of a tape

that's already a copy of a
tape, do you know what I mean?

- No, not really.

- Okay, okay.

Remember the audio
pieces that I made

with Mom and Dad's
voices when we were kids?

So if you used the same tape,
over and over and over again,

back and forth, then the sound,

it starts to get really weird

and you can hear whatever
you just recorded,

but then everything else startsto fade in the background

and it gets degraded,
and it's layer on layer.

So the new stuff that you
record, it sounds great.

And then the old
stuff, not so much.

- Okay, so you're like a
copy of a copy of a copy.

- Of a copy.

- What day is it?

- Tuesday.

- It's Saturday.

- Yeah, okay, it could be.

I never know what day
of the week it is.

- [Becca] Okay, what year is it?

- 2019.

Why are we doing this?

- Well, you might
have brain damage.

- Oh fuck.

- Or, I don't know,
you were just born

so your mind is
building new pathways.

I mean, neurons and
synapses are firing

through your brain like
a spray of bullets.

Which actually might
explain the delay.

I mean, especially the
short-term memory loss.

Show me your scar.

Oh my God.

You're like, the same.

- [Richie] All right,
you know what, stop.

I need to get something to eat.

- Like, exactly the same.

- So I can't die. [laughs]

I'm like, immortal.

Becca, I think I'm good.

- Take them.

- All right, fine.

- Okay, good.

[water gurgling]

[dramatic music]

- [Richie] Out of that.

- [Becca] Yeah.

- Makes sense.

Being born and all,

that's why it looks
like a vagina, right?

- It looks more like
an asshole to me.

- Did you know that
Salvador Dalí had a brother

who died before he was born?

Whose name was
also Salvador Dalí.

His parents were convinced

that he was a reincarnation
of his older brother.

I mean, Salvador one
died exactly nine months

before Salvador two was born.

He claimed he spent his
entire life trying to step out

of the shadow of
the other Salvador,

to purge him from his life

so he could become
his one, true self.

Totally makes sense to me now.

- He also wore a
lobster for a hat.

Maybe he was just
crazy for crazy's sake.

[Richie laughs]

- Yeah, maybe.

- You know the saying,

repeating the same patterns

and expecting
different results...

[somber music]

You've done this a
few times now, right?

You keep coming back.

Nothing changes.

So what if you just stopped?

Accept the results as
they present themselves.

You don't have to step out
from behind anyone's shadow.

- [Richie] Hm, I don't
know, then what's the point?

- Maybe the point is that
you're supposed to live.

Maybe you keep coming back,

because you're
supposed to be here.

[ominous music]

[Becca groans]

[paper crinkling]

- I have really exhausted
ways to kill myself.

Well, all the clean ways.

[pen scratching]

It's starting to get
kind of ripe in here.

[Becca sniffing]

- Fuck, Matt called the super!

- [Richie] Okay, so?

- So?

He's gonna come in the morning.

- Great, he can fix
the wall in my bedroom.

- Richie?
- Right, he can't fix that.

'Cause what if I
accidentally kill myself,

we don't want to seal that off.

- No, the bodies, Richie.

If he shows up he's definitely
not gonna see this the way

that you see it.

The way that you and I see it.

And he's not gonna
let us explain either.

He'll call the cops and
they'll take you away.

- Take us away.

How are they gonna know
you're not an accomplice?

- Will you stop making jokes?

Can you at least look at me?

- Okay, sorry.

So what do we do?

[dramatic music]

- There's only four, right?

- Let's see.

There's electrocution in
the bathtub. [gasping]

Hanging in the closet.

Suffocation in the kitchen.

- OD'd on the couch.

[Richie farting]
[Becca gasping]

- So that's four, which
makes me lucky number five.

So we need four
barrels and some acid

or something like that.

- Yeah, Richie, do
you have four barrels

and that much sulfuric acid?

- [sighs] No, I don't.

Do you?

- No, no, I don't.

[dramatic music]

Do you have Dad's old toolbox?

- Yeah, I think so.

[Richie groans]

I'm good.

- It's the only way.

- I've never hacked
up a body before,

let alone my own body.

Don't you do this kind
of thing all the time?

- No!

- Okay, I've heard you talk
about dissecting bodies.

- Okay, I have done it, but
I don't do it all the time.

It's not like a hobby.

- Tomato, tomahto.

This is gonna get messy.

- Do you have any garbage bags?

- Is it flipped?

- Yeah.

[electricity sizzling]

[Matt gasping]

- Don't let it distract
you, push it. [grunts]

Push it!

- Jesus Christ,
Richie, turn it off!

- [Richie] Sorry!

[switch clicking]

- 35, you look so young.

- It's off, right?

- Yeah, it's off.

[water dripping]

Do you think it will still work?

- [gasps] Don't creep
up on me ever again.

Okay?
- Okay, sorry.

But do you think it will
still work, the toaster?

[Richie gags]

Oh, oh.

- Don't you dare throw up.

- I won't, I won't,
I'm good, I'm good.

I'm good.

I can do this.

I can do this.

[Richie gagging]

I can, I can do this. [coughing]

[saw scraping]

[saw scraping]

It's pretty fucked
up, huh? [laughing]

- Please don't.

- You have something,
never mind.

- Do you have any more bags?
- Yes.

[foot thuds]

Shit, Becca, I knocked
over your purse.

- Just leave it.

We'll deal with it later.

What's taking so long?

[somber music]

- What the hell is this?

- My acceptance letter.

- Obviously, for what?

- School.

- Obviously!

- I wanted to tell you about it.

That's why I called earlierand said that I wanted to talk.

- Yeah, well I must
have fried my phone

when I electrocuted myself.

You got this last month.

When were you gonna tell me?

- Today.

I was waiting for
the right time,

but it wasn't the right time.

- [Richie] When did you apply?

- It doesn't matter.

- It doesn't matter?

Obviously this matters, Becca,

why would you not tell me this?

- 'Cause I'm not going.

Okay, I'm not gonna go!

- And why not?
- Why not?

Why do you think?

You think I can move
across the country

when stuff like this
is always happening?

- Really, stuff like this?

- Yeah, well, I mean
not exactly like this,

but there's always something!

There's always some kind ofcrisis with you that I need to--

- What, say it.

- That I need to save you from.

- I'm not a child.

Who looked after
you when mom died,

because it sure as
hell wasn't dad.

- You were supposed
to look after me,

you were my older brother.

- I did, when he was outdrinkin' himself fucking stupid,

I was there watching over you!

Do you remember that!

That was me!

- Yeah, well a lot's
changed since then.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Forget it, it doesn't matter.

- I didn't ask to be like this.

I didn't ask for
the mood swings.

I didn't ask for the
paralyzing depression.

I didn't ask for the anger.

I didn't ask for the constant
thoughts of killing myself.

[Richie sniffing]

And you come in here
and you're lying to me.

And you look at me
like I'm insane.

People have been
looking at me like that

for my entire life. [sniffing]

I didn't think you would.

You were the one person
who did not look at me

like I was a fucking
freak. [groans]

- It's okay, it's
okay, I'm sorry.

It's been a really long night.

I want to talk about
this and we will.

But we have other things
to deal with first, okay.

Now why don't you
take a little break.

And I'll deal with
this right now.

Okay.

[gentle music]

[saw scraping]

[Becca groaning]

[Becca sighs]

[Becca groaning]

- What?

- Where's the other body?

- What!

- Where's the other body?

[Becca groaning]

[bag rustling]
[somber music]

Don't get up.

[door thuds]

Oh, shit.

[Becca groaning]

[Becca grunts]

[doorbell buzzing]

[dramatic music]
[doorbell buzzing]

[Becca sighs]

[doorbell buzzing]

- [Matt] Yes, who is it?

- Hey, it's Becca.

- [Matt] [sighs] Are
you fucking serious?

- Yeah, I got locked out.

I'm really sorry.

I tried buzzing Richie but
he has his headphones on

because we were trying

to keep the noise
down and everything.

And I forgot the cinder block--

- [Matt] Enough!

[door buzzing]

- Thank you.

Sorry.

[somber music]

[door thuds]

- If it's not one of you
makin' a bunch of noise,

it's the other.

You know, every single squeak
you make back here echoes

through the entire building.

- Look, Matt, I know
we've been a total pain

in your ass tonight.

There's just a lot going on.

And I know it's no
excuse, I understand.

I can only imagine what it mustbe like to be his neighbour.

- Hold up.
- No.

No, no, no, it's, I--

- Oh Jesus, whose
body you got in here?

Just so you know,

I don't like having to be
the bad guy all the time.

- Yeah, I know the feeling.

- I'm sure you do.

- Yeah, well sometimes it
can be a little overwhelming

but I guess that's what
family's all about, right?

You can't live with 'em,

you can't chop 'em up and
throw 'em out with the trash.

- Listen, it's not my place

but at some point
you're gonna have

to let him clean
up his own mess.

I'm sure you have
better things to do.

- Yeah, you'd be surprised.

For a while I thought that
things would be different.

But, he needs me,

so here I am.

- [Matt] Why isn't he here
helping you out for a change?

- Well, I don't
know if you know,

but Richie has some
mental health issues.

- [laughs] You don't say.

[gentle music]

Okay, well, just
bend at your knee

and lift with your legs,
not with your back.

Come on.

[both groaning]

- Ah, thank you.

- Anytime.

[both groaning]

That was the last time.

- Hey, thanks.

- Anytime [laughs], no.

Good night.

Keep it quiet, okay?

[tense music]

[ominous humming]

- Hey, listen--

- Please, just, can you
give me five minutes?

I just, I need a break.

- Sure.

[dramatic music]

- Jesus Christ,
Richie, the music!

- Finally, you're awake.

- [Becca] All I
wanted was five minutes.

- That was more
than five minutes.

- [groans] So I fell
asleep, so what.

Mm, maybe we should
order pizza or something.

Why are you acting so weird?

- Becca--
[knocking at the door]

- Shit, what did I say
about the goddam music!

- Becca, wait.

[fist banging]

- What the fuck is that?

- I was tryin' somethin' out.

- Oh, God.

- Becca!

I have had it with you!

I've been more than patient.

You sucker me in with your
sad girl song and dance.

Like a chump I fall for it.

Well no more, okay!

I'm callin' the cops.

- He's gonna call the cops.

- Don't open it!
- I have to!

Hey, Matt, how's it going?

- Bad, Dick, what do you think?

It's the middle of the
night and I'm still awake.

- Yeah, I'm sorry
about the music,

I'm just clearing my head.

- Oh, yeah, well you can't
do this to people, okay?

I have rights.

- We're so sorry.

I told him to keep it down.

- Oh, well that solves it then

because this one gives two shitswhat you tell him, huh?

- [Becca] Okay, you
know, the music's off,

it won't be going on
again, it's all right.

So, just go back
to your apartment.

- What do you
think you're doing?

Don't you dare close
the door on me.

- Hey, get out of here!

- Okay.

- Ow.

- Smells like death in here.

I don't know what I expected
from the likes of you two.

There's paint everywhere,
this place is a pigsty.

What the hell is that?

- [Becca] It's not
what it looks like.

[dramatic music]

- You made this?

Holy shit!

Holy fuckin'...you stay
the fuck away from me.

Holy fuckin' shit!

Hey, you get away from me.

Jesus Christ, you are
fuckin' psychopaths.

I knew it, I knew it.

Oh, oh my God.

- Matt, no, please.

- You shut your mouth.
- Please, we can explain.

- Explain it to the
cops, missy, okay.

Step away from me.

Stay the fuck away from me.

- Please, please don't.

[Richie laughing]
[dramatic music]

- You son of a bitch!

- If you'd just stop
and listen for a minute.

- I just got this phone.

You know how much this cost?

More than your life.
- Don't!

- Oh, I dare you!

[blow thuds]
[Matt groans]

[Becca gasping]
[Richie laughing]

- Why would you do that?

- He was gonna call the cops.

- With what?

Dammit, Richie, you keep
making everything harder.

Why couldn't you just
listen to me for once?

- I don't think
that's very fair.

- And what were you
doing with that arm?

- Well, I found
it in the bathroom

so I just started
painting with it.

I mean, come on, how fuckin'
avant-garde is that, right?

- [groaning] You left
evidence in the living room.

- What evidence?

I am alive.

- No one's gonna
think that's your arm.

- It's an exact copy.

[Becca sighs]

- We've been through this.

Your arm is attached
to your body, Richie.

That one, it's not, remember?

- Yeah, okay, okay, right.

Duh, wait.

Why don't we just kill him?

- We're not killing anyone.

- Just listen to me.
- No.

- If we kill him--
- Richie.

We are not killing him.

- Hear me out, all right,
just give me a second.

Lift him up.

Lift him up, come on.
[Becca groaning]

[dramatic music]

[ominous humming]

- You do realize this
is kidnapping, right?

- It doesn't matter.

None of it matters.

It's gonna be like
a dream, right?

If we kill him.

- No.

- He'll die here,

then another him's
gonna come out of there

and it'll be like
it never happened.

- How do you know that?

- Just trust me,
it all makes sense.

- No, it doesn't make sense.

None of it makes sense.

[Richie sighs]

You keep coming back but
how do you know that--

- Everyone comes back, Becca!

Listen, I didn't want you to
get caught up in this, okay.

But I needed someone and you
are the only one I trust.

- Oh, boohoo. I need you,

you're the only one I trust.

Give me a fuckin' break.

Hey, Dick, she's
always helping you.

I see her here all the time,

she's cleaning up after you,

taking out your garbage,
getting you groceries.

Maybe if you stopped staring
at yourself all damn day,

you'd see how much
she does for you.

- Well.

- You're no better, missy.

Oh, I'm too scared to tell
him how I really feel.

Can't live my own life,

so I guess I'll just
die up here on my cross.

You both suck.

- Well, fuck you, Matt.

- Yeah, fuck you, Matt.

- Fuck me?

- You don't know what
you're talking about.

Why don't you just put a sock
in his mouth or something.

- Is that true?

- No, I mean.

- I don't want you to
be afraid to talk to me.

- Richie, I'm not, it's just.

I'm not, I want to be
able to talk to you.

I want to be able
to tell you things.

- [Richie] Yeah, you should,
I mean, we're siblings,

we should be able to
talk about anything.

- [Becca] I can
trust you, I know,

it's just, it's hard, you know.

- You're goin' to
fuckin' jail, idiots.

- Will you shut up.

- I don't know who
taught you to tie a knot,

but you can add that to the
list of things you suck at.

- See, we should
have just killed him.

- We're not killing anybody.

- You're not killing me.

'Cause you're already dead.

[electricity sizzling]
[Matt groaning]

[body thuds]

- [Becca] Matt, Matt! [groaning]

- [Richie] What are you doing?

- [Becca] What
does it look like?

Matt!

Call 911.

- [Richie] Why would I do that?

Just let him die.

- [Becca] Now!

[ominous whooshing]

- See, it's happening.

You're wasting your
time, he's dead.

[fluid squelching]

See!

I told you.

[fluid squelching]

Stop.

He's dead, you're
wasting your time.

- No.

- We'll switch his clothes.

He won't notice the difference

and it'll be like
it never happened.

- I can't.

- [Richie] Sure
you can, it's easy.

It does not matter.

- No, it does matter, Richie!

These things, they matter.

[Richie sighs]

You keep acting like
nothing's happened.

But I can't.

I carry all of this
shit all the time.

You don't.

You don't care.

[somber music]

I thought you were dead,
back in that hospital.

You remember that?

You were dead.

And then you weren't.

And I thought, why
couldn't he have just died?

Everything would have
been so much easier.

[Becca sobbing]

- Becca, don't think
you need [gasps]--

[Matt gasping]

- [Becca] Oh, oh, okay.

Don't move, don't
move, shh, shh.

- What happened?
- There's been accident.

It's okay.
- It's gone.

- [Matt] What did you do to me?

- Come on, hey, hey,
everything's okay.

[Matt groaning]

- [Richie] Becca.

- You're okay.

- Becca!

- Shh, what?

Hey, you're okay.

Just, just stay there.

- It's gone, where'd it go?

- I don't know.

He's alive, so maybe
it just disappeared.

Okay, get your stuff,
we're going to the hospital

and I'm not leaving
you alone in here.

- No, we can't go to
the hospital, Becca,

because we cannot go--

[Matt screaming]
[ominous music]

- What the hell is, holy fuck!

[monster screaming]
[Becca screaming]

- Don't leave me!

You assholes!
[Richie gasping]

[monster hissing]
[Matt yelling]

[gentle music]

[door squeaking]
[tense music]

[Becca gasping]

Oh shit.

He killed that thing.

- Huh?

- If he got out, we
are in so much trouble.

- That's impossible, you can't--

[Matt gasping]

Dude, that was badass, man,

you crushed that
thing's head in!

All right, listen,

I know this is gonna be
a little overwhelming,

but we can explain everything.

- Richie?

- Hey guys.

- Holy shit!

[men grunting]

Don't touch me!

[screams] Don't touch me!
- Richie!

[men groaning]

- I'm sorry about the music!

[men yelling]

[screaming] Help, Becca!

Becca, help me, Becca!

Becca!

Fuck!

Go, go, go!

[Becca screaming]
[flesh squelching]

[Becca gasping]

- It's fine, it's fine.

He'll come back and we'll
just explain everything to him

so that we avoid, you
know, all of this.

- What happened?

- He came through, but the
old him was still alive,

so I think something must
have gotten corrupted.

They're both dead
now, so. [gasping]

Maybe we should clear
him out, you know,

before he comes back.

Might be a bit of a shocker.

[tense music]

All right, grab his legs.

[Becca gasping]

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

- Why isn't it coming out?

- I don't know.

[Becca gasping]

This has never happened before.

Obviously, I'm still here.

- Is there anything
in there about me?

- Why would there be something--

- Stop, I found
it, in the closet.

- [sighs] I was trying
to tell you, it's just--

- [Becca] What did you do?

- I didn't do anything, Becca.

But you just need to listen.

Becca, okay, I just, you,

it was this.

I made it for me, this
is what I drank earlier.

[Becca groans]

[tape rewinding]

- Did I come out of
that fucking wall?

- At first I thought
that you were asleep.

And then it started happening.

So I took your clothes and
I put you in the closet.

I just, I panicked.

- You stuffed my
body into a closet

and you didn't even
tell me, Richie.

- So what, okay, this is
you, this is still you.

What's the big deal?

- What's the big deal?

- We spent the night
cutting up my bodies

and dumping them in the garbage.

All of those me's.

Who gives a shit?

I'm still here.

[Becca sighing]

Becca, where are you going?

- No, I am done helping you.

- Becca, don't.

[dramatic music]

[Becca moaning]

- You can't leave!

And neither can I, okay.

When it happens,
you're just stuck.

I figured that out early on.

- You piece of shit.

[hand slaps]

[Becca sobbing]
[somber music]

[range clicking]

- [Richie] Becca, I--

- It's not like I was ever
getting out anyway, right?

[somber music]

You know, Mom was
supposed to take me

to the Oceanarium
in Hampton Beach.

And then you got
sick, so we didn't go.

I came home and stayed
with you all night.

That was the last
time we were there.

We never went back
after she died.

And then after you threw
up on Darryl at my prom,

everybody ditched me.

So I left early and came
home to check on you.

When I got that
acceptance letter,

I couldn't believe I got in.

I don't even know why I applied.

It's like I was pretending my
life could be something else.

I lied to myself.

And I lied to you.

Matt was right.

We really do deserve each other.

Look at us.

Can I borrow some pyjama pants?

I gotta get out of these.

Would you give it
a rest, please?

- I figured it out.

- Lay it on me.

- The brain. It didn't come
back because we got his brain.

You can't make a copy once the
master copy is gone, right.

We break the pattern.

- Richie.

- None of this was
my original plan.

I didn't want to come back.

- Jesus, Richie is that--

- Dad's rifle.

This is how it ends.

And then maybe,
maybe you can leave.

- And maybe not.

Maybe that's not
what's gonna happen.

Maybe you'll end
up like that thing.

- I doubt it.

This is all my fault.

I'm the cause.

You're caught up in my loop.

So maybe, if I
close it for good,

then you can walk out of here.

- I can't let you do that.

Look, I didn't mean
what I said before.

- This is not a life.

- I can help you.

- This is not a
life for you, Becca.

And you deserve to have one.

Can I show you something?

[Becca sighs]

Take a closer look.

What do you see?

- I don't know.

I still see an asshole.

- Exactly.

[lock clicks]

- Richie!

Open the door!

- That is all I see

when I look at myself
is one giant asshole.

I know how much
you've done for me,

how much you do and it kills me

that you couldn't share
such good news with me.

I have been trying for so
long to get better for you.

But I'm tired, Becca, I'm tired

and I don't want to
feel like this anymore.

I've been cutting
myself up into pieces,

trying to put them back
in a way that works.

But I can't.

And then this crazy
thing starts happening.

And I think, maybe, maybethere could be a better version

of me somewhere in there.

But every time I come
back, I'm the exact same,

the exact fucking same, just me.

I'm proud of you.

I am so proud of you

for taking a chance on yourself

and proving that you can
have the life that you want.

This is gonna work, I know it

and then you can go

and there will be
nothing holding you back.

And you'll be great and you're
gonna help so many people.

- I can take care of you.

I can, I know it.

- You have.

This is not on
you, little sister.

It's on me, it's
always been on me.

Just try to remember that.

- You don't hold me back.

And you don't have to do this.

You don't have to do this.

Please, I need you in my life.

It's not the same without you.

[fist tapping]

- I love you.

I love you so much.

- No.

Richie!

No.

[dramatic music]

[door rattling]
No.

Richie!

No, turn it off!

[gun firing]
[Becca whimpering]

No.

[Becca sobbing]

[dramatic music]

No.

Come on!

Be wrong!

Come on.

Goddam you!

[hammer thudding]

[Becca gasping]

[loud dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

[bright upbeat music]