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(metal clicking)

(ominous music)

(alarm ringing) (woman gasps)

(ominous music)

(muffled upbeat music)

♪ Hay while the sun shines on your face ♪

♪ 'Cause you're young, but only once, it's okay ♪

♪ Life won't stop if you make mistakes ♪

♪ Cling onto that sweet, sweet hope ♪

♪ Somewhere in the distance ♪

♪ You know there must be somebody ♪

♪ Somewhere in the distance ♪

♪ How dare you be so bold ♪

♪ Despite the love we found ♪

♪ To let your blood run cold ♪

♪ In the heat of the battle we built this town ♪

♪ 'Cause when the times are tough we'll turn them 'round ♪

♪ So make hay while the sun shines on your face ♪

♪ 'Cause you're young, but only once ♪

♪ It's okay ♪

(suspenseful music)

(horn honking) (engine rumbling)

- Eat shit, you fucktard!

- Fucktard?

- I was startled.

- And the dog tags?

Were they in the road?

(engine rumbling)

(Joan sighs)

Maybe you kicked them away when the cars-

- Fucktard.

- When the fucktard in the car startled you.

This may not sound very comforting,

but this is all very normal.

(light dramatic music)

Joan, you have been on high alert and in real danger

for an extended period of time.

Your body and mind have adapted to that.

And now the danger has passed your unconscious

has invented new things to protect you from.

It's very common for things, even images from your dreams,

especially the important ones to work

their way into everyday life.

- [Man] Take cover!

Take cover! Take cover!

(dramatic music) (muffled screaming)

- But I'm not talking about themes or images,

I'm talking about real things.

Those dog tags were there.

Really there, I saw them.

(light dramatic music) (muffled yelling)

(suspenseful music)

(ground rustling)

(chain jingling)

(ground rustling)

- Joan, you're a soldier,

and a very well trained one at that,

but what happened to you has left you with a serious problem

and it's not going to change overnight.

(ground rustling) (ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music) (Joan screaming)

Tell me about your dream.

Do you know who grabbed you?

- We both know who it was, Doctor.

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(horn honking)

(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Joan panting)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled music)

- Rachel's just coming, usual tea?

- Oh, please, Matt.

- Oh, god it's been manic.

Are you all right?

Is he getting you some tea?

- [Joan] Yeah.

- You getting Joan some tea, yeah?

- There you go.

- Oh, thanks.

- [Waiter] Can I get you something to eat?

- Oh no, I'm good. Thank you.

- [Waiter] Are you sure? It'll take two minutes.

- She said she's fine,

just give us some room to breathe, yeah?

God.

Are you sure you don't want something to eat?

Something small?

I could put it in a little might right

box for you for later.

- Rachel. - Joan.

- You're doing it again.

(keys jingling) (light dramatic music)

- [Rachel] Good session?

- [Joan] Yeah.

It was weird, like...

I always come away thinking we've done nothing but talk,

but I think it's all helping.

(ominous music)

- [Rachel] You should keep at it.

Do whatever he says, all his weird breathing exercises.

You never know.

(door clicking)

Same dream as last time?

- [Joan] It's always the same.

I mean, it's near enough every time I close my eyes now.

(water pattering) (ominous music)

- [Rachel] Well, I think you're doing incredibly well.

I'm always here if you need me, all right?

Just call me whenever.

(light dramatic music)

Are you sure you don't want something to eat?

Something small. (alarm beeps)

- [Joan] No, I'm fine. Honestly, Rachel.

Look, I've got a double day and night shift coming up

so I've really just gotta get some sleep.

- [Rachel] Okay.

(dramatic music) (Joan shrieks)

(heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

- Leave me! (Joan screams)

(heavy breathing)

(alarm ringing)

(ominous music)

(guns popping)

Leave me. - No.

(water trickling)

(ominous music)

(Joan sighs)

(light dramatic music)

(man groaning)

- Where's Samantha? - Leave me!

(light dramatic music)

(leg rustling)

(Joan grunts) (glass shattering)

(glass rattling)

(engine rumbling)

(blinker clicking)

(muffled music)

- You getting much sleep?

- Not really, no.

- I had terrible dreams for a full year

when I first came back.

It took me a little longer to sort the dust off.

You'll be fine.

- The bloody therapist has got me doing breathing exercises.

- Oh great.

Show me.

- (laughs) Piss off.

(pager beeping)

- [Man] Front door, front door.

I got a code red out the back, code red back door.

- Yeah, I'm on my way.

- Yeah, you go, mate.

I've got the main door. - Aye.

(thudding) (traffic humming)

(pager beeping)

- [Charles] Joan, one of these guys just jumped the fence

and could be coming to you.

Brown hair, red check shirt, stupid fucking shoes.

- Did you just say "stupid fucking shoes"?

- [Charles] Yeah.

- Oi, love. How much to get in?

- You're not coming back in.

- I haven't been in, I swear.

- I remember you and my colleagues just radioed

to say that you were fighting and you jumped the fence.

- You think you're all that

just 'cause you've got a bit of authority?

- Look, you're not coming back in.

Let's just call it a night.

- Feel good to have a bit of power, does it?

Do you know what's wrong with this country?

Dykes like you.

Come back here from mixing in with them Pakis in the desert.

Did you fuck a load of 'em, did ya?

Is that what's turned you off British cock?

- I've never been to Pakistan or South Asia

and you're not coming back in tonight, mate, so let's just-

- Mate?

Who you callin' mate?

I ain't your fuckin' mate.

- Let's call it a night or we'll have to get

the police involved.

- I haven't done anything.

Call the police.

I ain't even touched you.

Unless, of course, you wanna touch me.

What about your big bald mate?

Did they send him home from those cunts in the desert

'cause he's a coward like you?

(finger cracking) (man screams)

(thudding)

- That's a dummy camera, you racist,

homophobic little shit.

And you're banned for life!

If you ever come back here I'll make sure

that man you called a coward tears your fucking head off!

(door squeaking)

And your shoes are ugly!

You know, sometimes this job feels better than the therapy.

- The shine wears off it pretty quick,

but I'm pleased it's helping.

- [Man] Bye, Joan. Bye, Charles!

- Night, Kev. - See ya later, Kev.

When's your next shift?

- Tuesday through Thursday.

- All right, keep your head down and try and get some kip.

- See ya. - Goodnight, Joan.

- Oh, wait, I almost forgot.

Turn 'round.

(smacking)

That was from Rachel.

- You tell her from me I'm not a piece of meat,

thank you very much.

- I'll pass that along.

See ya.

(ominous music)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

- Jesus fuck!

(car rattling) (heavy breathing)

(door slams)

(ground rustling)

(door thuds)

(engine rumbling)

- Whoa, whoa.

Hi.

I just thought I'd stop to see if you were okay

or needed to borrow my phone or something.

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Yeah, no, yeah, you're obviously fine.

I mean, I can see that you're fine.

I didn't mean it like that, you know.

- I got it under control.

So no, I don't need to borrow your phone

and yeah I definitely am fine.

- Okay.

Well, that's good, that's good.

I better be going.

Good luck.

I don't know why I just said good luck just then.

But goodnight.

- Well, it's morning actually.

- So it is.

Good morning.

(engine rumbling)

(lock clicking) (suspenseful music)

(door clicks)

(ominous music)

- [Soldier] Fall back, whole squad.

Where the fuck are they then?

Where the fuck are they?

(ominous music)

(lock clicking)

(blasting) (heavy breathing)

(man groaning) (guns banging)

(muffled yelling)

Where the fuck are they then?

Where the fuck are they?

Fall back, fall back! - Leave me!

- No, I'm not going to.

- [Soldier] Leave there, leave there!

- Water.

(ghostly whispering)

(ominous music)

(ghostly whispering)

(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music) (woman screaming)

(heavy breathing)

(light clicks)

(water trickling)

(heavy breathing) (ominous music)

(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(bones crunching) (demon screeching)

(Joan sighs)

- Sorry it's so late.

- I've got a few days off work, I'm gonna stay here.

- No.

- It'll be like an old sleepover.

Okay, look, if you're ready do you wanna go

and show me where it happened?

Or I can go up and-

- No.

You're right, let's go look.

(ominous music) (stairs creaking)

- Anyone there?

- Oh, Jesus, Rachel.

- Why are we whispering?

(stairs creaking)

(eerie music)

That is so freaky.

- Yeah.

I went and washed my face and when I came back

it was like that.

- Oh yeah, that's freaky as hell but I'm talking

about how clean the underneath of your bed is.

- [Joan] What?

- Mine would be like a disaster site.

Old magazines, so many shoes.

- Are you being serious?

- Yeah, and that's if you could see it past all the dust.

- Rachel...

- I'm sorry, that's really freaky too, though.

Should we get it down?

(blankets rustling)

- I shouldn't of backed out of the room.

- Don't be ridiculous.

(ominous music)

what's this?

- I don't know.

- It's wet.

Could it have come up through the floor?

- I don't think so, no.

(wood scratching)

(water trickling)

Anything?

- Wait.

- What? (light dramatic music)

- Jesus Christ.

- What is it?

(suspenseful music)

- It's cleaner up here than underneath your bed!

(Joan sighs)

- Get down now.

- I'm serious.

I could live up here!

- Enough. Get down.

You made your point.

- [Rachel] I'm not making a point.

- It was all in my head.

- Hey, don't think that.

Some freaky shit is going on.

I believe you.

Are you gonna be able to sleep?

(Joan groans)

- I think I should probably try.

- And did you manage to sleep?

- I didn't really, no.

We did a lot of laughing.

Last night I did, though.

- Did you have the same dream again?

(helicopter whirring)

(knocking)

(Joan gasps) (ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(chain rattling)

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music) - Jesus, Joan.

Hun, are you all right?

- I wasn't sleepwalking, I don't remember waking up.

- I don't think you dreamt it up either,

but it could be similar to your experiences

with the dog tags.

You went into the middle of the road to get them

and then when you were there they were gone.

You weren't asleep then either (guns popping)

and you weren't dreaming.

- [Joan] What can I actually do, though?

- [Therapist] Look, these experiences will become easier

to deal with and even pass completely.

(blasting) (light dramatic music)

However, for now, you're going to have to sit with them

and allow the feelings to play out.

(guns banging)

You experience the feeling all the way to its end

and then allow it to pass.

Don't get caught up.

- Don't try to talk.

(hushes) It's okay.

I'm gonna get you help.

Is that okay?

(woman coughing)

(dramatic music) (Joan gasps)

(eerie music)

(demon grumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(demon grumbling) (heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music)

(light dramatic music)

(high pitched ringing) (ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(dark dramatic music)

(Joan screaming)

(water splashing)

(Joan coughing) (Joan gasping)

(heavy breathing) - Joan.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(Rachel hushes)

- So, I'm in my pajamas and the guy that stopped

when I had a flat was there.

- At this lake?

- Yeah.

And the girl.

And she threw me into the water.

- Fucking bitch.

- I don't think she meant to hurt me.

I think she's trying to tell me something.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm sure everyone's gonna say it's all part

of the PTSD, but this was really different.

- We should have a seance.

- You've got to be joking.

- You said it yourself this girl's obviously dead

or something, she's trying to communicate.

- No.

- Yeah, we'll tell this crazy little bitch to piss off.

- Don't call her that.

- Sorry.

- I honestly don't think it's her fault.

Oh my god, why am I talking about her

like she's a real person?

- Probably because she feels very real.

- I suppose.

(Rachel sighs)

- Can you remember anything else?

(demon grumbling) (ominous music)

(rattling)

- Not really, no.

- Why do you think you left that part out?

- I don't know.

I didn't wanna scare her.

- Is that really it?

(ominous music)

- It seemed like it was threatening Rachel

and if that was something I was making up,

like something completely in my head,

I didn't want her to think that I could

or that I would ever hurt her.

She's always been my best and closest friend.

I'd kill for her.

(light dramatic music)

- But there are some things you can't tell her.

Things she might not understand.

- Everyone has things they don't tell people.

Secrets.

- I mean, from before.

Things she wouldn't be able to understand

unless she had seen them.

(ominous music)

(light dramatic music)

(Rachel sighs)

- Hi.

- Thanks for the blanket.

What time is it?

Have you slept?

- I actually feel okay.

I might go and have a quick shower though while you're up.

- Is there coffee?

- [Joan] Yeah, in one of the cupboards.

(curtain rustling)

(water pattering)

(Joan sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(chain jingling)

(haunting music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(curtain rustling) (light dramatic music)

(knocking)

- [Rachel] Are you gonna be okay if I go?

Work's just called.

Chris has called a sicky in the staff.

I can tell him to piss off.

- Um, no, that's fine.

I'll be okay.

- [Rachel] Are you completely sure?

- Yeah, I've gotta go to work anyway.

- [Rachel] Okay, look. Call me.

I can stay over again tonight if you want.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll call you if I need you.

Rachel?

- [Rachel] Yeah?

- Thank you. (light dramatic music)

I still can't believe she'd suggest that.

- Yeah, you're right.

A seance would be a very bad idea.

- I think she was joking.

- Never can tell with that one.

Heart of gold, though.

- Have you been okay?

- Same as usual, really.

Hello, mate, go on.

Come on through, boys.

- I'm afraid you've been banned.

- Wait, what?

I was here last night.

- You heard the lady, you're not coming in.

And that's that.

- This is fucking discrimination!

You cunts are asking for it.

You know, why would I wanna come into a shithole like this?

- Good, everyone's a winner then.

- Your boyfriend ain't gonna be around

to protect you forever.

Bitch. - Thought I was a dyke.

- Okay, okay.

Time to leave.

- Fuck.

You wanna fucking fight me, do ya?

- No one wants to fight.

- I'll fucking fight him!

- Oh, piss off, you silly cow.

Do you like it rough?

- Fuck you. (thudding)

Fuck you!

(muffled yelling)

(door slamming)

(heavy breathing)

(clattering)

(water trickling)

- [Soldier] Fall back!

- Fucking little prick.

(deep breathing)

(vomit splashing) (Joan coughing)

(suspenseful music)

(tooth rattling)

(dramatic music) (Joan coughing)

(soldiers yelling) (guns popping)

(Joan coughing)

(Joan groaning)

(chain jingling) (dark dramatic music)

(Joan groaning)

- Jesus Christ.

Okay, get up.

Are you okay?

You're okay, you're all right.

(heavy breathing)

(engine rumbling)

(light dramatic music)

(keys clattering)

(water trickling)

(suspenseful music)

- How did I get here?

Who are you?

- My name's Richard.

What's happening?

How did I get here?

You had the flat tire, didn't you?

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(light dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

(phone ringing)

- [Rachel] Say your thing at the beep.

- Rachel, I just woke up at that lake.

And I mean fucking standing right at the lake's edge.

I'm driving home right now.

And that guy, the guy that stopped when I had a flat,

he was there and it was like he just woke up there too

and we were both completely out of it.

(phone beeps)

- [Therapist] The shock of coming back to civilian life.

- Fuck.

- And the realization at the lack of control can be,

has been devastating.

It's not unreasonable for your unconscious

to find different ways to process that.

- Okay, I understand that, but these new dreams

and the things that I'm seeing, well,

I don't think they're part of what you're talking about.

(therapist sighs)

- Water.

- What?

- The one thing that all of these experiences

have in common is water.

Perhaps these dreams are more closely

related than you think.

(dramatic music) (guns banging)

- Water.

(jet whirring) (light dramatic music)

(water splashing)

- Thanks.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, why do you keep asking me if I'm all right?

- 'Cause you know you left me

that weird answer phone message, yeah?

- Oh, Rachel, like I didn't know what else to do.

I literally just woke up there at the lake

and that guy was just staring at me

so I got back in my car-

- What, wait, wait.

What guy?

And you were at the lake?

- Yeah, and so I called you when I was on my way home.

I don't know whether I was sleepwalking or what

but I must've driven there

because my keys were in the ignition.

- Listen.

- I must find the key, not just water.

The key, then the water.

I must find the key.

Rach, I didn't leave you that.

I mean, I don't remember leaving you that.

I remember waking up and calling to tell you

that because I was scared

but I don't remember anything about a key.

- You said there was a guy there.

- Yeah.

I don't remember saying any of that.

- Look, if you can sleep drive, making a random

sleep phone call isn't that weird.

- Yeah, as if I was even out of the house.

- It sounds like you're in the car.

- [Joan] I suppose.

- Don't worry.

Should hear some of the drunken phone calls I've left

on people's answer phones.

(Joan groans)

I stole these from Nana's cupboard.

She swears by then for getting to sleep.

But listen, they're old school doses

made for fat old women, so only take one.

All right, you skinny bitch?

- [Joan] (laughs) Piss off.

- So who's this guy you've been dreaming about?

- Rachel...

- Bet he's fit.

- It was weird and confusing.

I mean, he was the guy that stopped

when I had that flat tire.

- The fit one?

- I never said he was...

All right, he might've been a bit fit.

- Lucky, you always get the fit bloke dreams.

- Guess I'm just lucky.

Well, that and going completely mad.

- I keep having a recurring dream that I'm naked

and there's a queue out the door and everyone's

got 50 pound note, but in the till instead of change

there's only frogspawn.

- And you actually confuse that with being awake?

- No way.

- Because nobody around here has got a 50 pound note.

- Listen, I better get back to my shift,

but do you want something to eat before you go?

- No, I've gotta go home to sleep.

(light dramatic music)

(pills rattling)

(locks rattling)

(dramatic music) (man groaning)

- Leave me!

- No, I'm not going to.

(guns popping)

- Water.

(muffled yelling)

- Medic!

(blasting) (glass shattering)

(high pitched ringing) - Fall back now!

- No! No!

(dramatic music) (Joan gasps)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music) (zipper buzzing)

- Please.

(Joan gasps)

(Joan screeching)

(rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(Joan gasps)

(water bubbling)

- Have you been dreaming?

- Yeah.

- Of a girl?

- How'd you notice?

- She keeps bringing me here.

I think she's dead.

(eerie music)

- I see her, too. (water trickling)

I dream of her.

- She, uh...

She wants me to find the key.

(girl screaming) (dramatic music)

- What is it?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

(Joan gasping)

Did you see?

- No.

Why? What happened?

- She was right here.

- Sometimes I can only hear her.

- She...

She shakes something but I can never see what it is.

It sounds like-

- Small things in a plastic container?

- Yeah.

- How do you know?

- She shows me.

I thought I was going mad, but you see it too.

- Yeah.

You ain't going mad.

I thought I was the only one.

(ominous music)

I don't mean this to sound weird, but

I think we should meet up and talk about this.

(light dramatic music)

I thought I was alone.

- [Joan] I know that feeling.

- And us being here, you knowing what you know.

Well, it's fascinating.

- Well, my friend runs a cafe, so I'll text you the address.

If you want, we can meet there.

- Yeah, okay.

I'll see you there. (light dramatic music)

- Is he fit?

Don't know how many times I've got to ask.

- Jesus, Rachel, I don't know.

I guess.

It's just I haven't really seen him the daylight, you know.

- Yeah, well I suppose we'll find out.

Is he late yet?

- Oh, you're making me nervous.

- Don't worry, I don't embarrass you in front

of your new boyfriend.

- For Christ sake.

- Dream boyfriend?

- Just stop.

- Boyfriend from your dreams.

- You know I've been trained to kill, right?

- I'll get us some teas.

(ghostly whispering) (light dramatic music)

(door clicking) - Oh, Rachel!

- [Rachel] Don't look at me, I didn't put it there.

(door thuds)

(man sighs) (hands rubbing)

- I'm so sorry I'm late.

I walked straight past, I totally missed it.

- It's fine.

I literally just got here myself.

- Hi, I'm Rachel.

- Hi, Rachel. Pleasure.

Yeah, you must be the girl that runs this caf, right?

(employee laughing)

- Can I get you tea or something?

- Oh, I'd love a tea.

However it comes.

- Something to eat?

- No, no, I'm...

I'm fine, thank you, Rachel.

- You're not the only one.

- So, she's friendly.

How you doing?

- I'm okay.

- Really?

I've not had a night of sleep since...

I feel totally spaced out.

That's probably why I walked past this place.

- Yeah, me, too.

But then that's been pretty normal recently.

- There must be a reason why we met up.

I mean, the reason we're experiencing this together now.

- What exactly are we experiencing?

- Oh, the lake, the girl, these dreams, this key thing.

- Yeah.

I'll be honest, I'm just relieved I'm not losing my mind.

Well, completely.

- Yeah.

I know the feeling.

I've not had no one to speak to about this all.

Does, uh...

Does she know what's happening?

- She's been incredible.

I tell her everything.

- That's good.

Hey, listen.

- Is there anything else you've seen?

- There's um...

There's a figure.

Like a man.

- A man?

- It's man-shaped but it's not a man.

That was the first time I heard the rattling.

(ominous music) (rattling)

- No.

I've not seen it.

But I'm looking forward to it now.

Thanks.

- Honestly, I haven't been sleeping since way before

this all kicked off.

I was deployed in Afghanistan and I've been seeing

this therapist, but...

Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you this.

- Hey, it's okay.

I mean, I've not come back from war or anything, but...

My grandfather just passed away.

And I'm left sorting out all the property and funeral stuff.

He was all I had left.

And it's, oh, you don't need to know any of this.

- It's okay.

It's awful, especially on your own.

Perhaps we're both open to whatever this is.

- [Richard] Yeah, perhaps.

But at the same time, why now?

Unless...

- I don't know.

That stretch of road where I got the flat tire

and you stopped, that's right by the lake, isn't it?

- [Richard] I think so, yeah.

That road runs right past it.

Pretty close, anyway.

- [Joan] I'm so glad I'm not on my own in this.

Well, no, sorry, I don't wish this on you.

Oh, that came out wrong.

- [Richard] No, no, no, I understand.

I'm glad it's not just me.

No one else seems to understand, but I'm glad it's you.

- Me, too.

Okay, look, I gotta go.

Gotta have a run and then sort myself out

before work tonight.

- [Richard] A run?

I said you were fit when I first met ya.

- Actually, you stuttered something about me being fine.

- [Richard] Sounds like I was right on both accounts.

- Okay, look.

I really do have to go.

- [Richard] Okay, have a safe night.

- Thanks.

Bye.

(light dramatic music)

(Joan sighs) (ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(girl crying) (light dramatic music)

Hey.

Can you hear me?

Is everything okay?

(light dramatic music) (girl sobs)

(static buzzing)

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I want to help.

I'm gonna come closer now.

(girl sobbing)

(dramatic music)

- Inside, inside the key.

Look inside the key. (woman screaming)

- No, I don't know either.

- [Richard] Inside the key?

- Exactly my point.

How could I look inside a key?

We don't even know what this key's supposed to be to.

- [Richard] We haven't even got a key.

- I know, right?

(sighs) I'm so glad you answered the phone.

- [Richard] No, no, no, it's no problem at all.

I'm just decorating.

I'm glad you called.

- Thanks.

So, you've not had anything happen?

Richard?

- [Richard] Sorry, um, it's hard.

I've not had anything as vivid as that

but I keep hearing that noise, that rattling.

I'm okay, though, you know?

I'm all right.

- We'll figure this thing out, you know.

- [Richard] I know.

- Okay, look, I've gotta get to work.

- [Richard] Okay, hun.

Call me when you get back after your shift, yeah?

I won't be able to sleep anyway.

- Sure.

Bye.

And then he said, "Will you call me?"

You know, after my shift.

- OMG.

He sounds like a dreamboat.

- I think he's gonna take me away from all this.

- Careful, princess.

He might just want you for all your money.

(Joan laughs)

Hello, mate. Go on.

- Enjoy.

(upbeat music)

- How you been sleeping?

- Pretty bad.

Same as usual, really.

- How's Rachel?

- She's good.

I haven't seen her in a couple of days

but we're due a night out.

- Oh yeah.

- Thought I might bring her down here but of course,

you know, if I invite Richard then she might

feel like a bit of a third wheel.

- I'll sort her third wheel right out.

Free before seven tonight, gents.

I've told you. (thudding)

(clattering)

- Code red front door.

Code red front door.

- Get inside.

- Bet you wish that was a real camera now, don't ya?

(man spits)

- Keep pressure on his armpit.

He was stabbed with that, don't touch it.

Call an ambulance now!

- Wait!

(Charles groans)

Send Danny or something.

- Charles, sit still.

- Get Danny!

- Danny!

- Can I get the police and an ambulance, please.

- Get Joan first.

- She'll be fine. - No,

she's going to kill him!

(upbeat dramatic music)

- Give it a rest, love.

I don't hit women.

(dramatic music)

(Joan grunts) (hand thudding)

(body thuds)

(dramatic music)

(fist smacking) (Joan grunts)

(man gargles)

(ominous music) (man gargles)

(ghostly whispering)

- [Beast] Yes.

(man gargles)

- [Man] Leave.

No, Joan, leave it, Joan, leave it.

Leave it!

(guns popping) - No!

(light dramatic music)

- [Richard] Hello?

- It's open.

- Joan?

Hey, are you okay?

Last time you called you sounded pretty upset.

What's going on?

Are you all right?

(Joan sighs)

(lips smacking)

(clothes rustling)

(lips smacking) (heavy breathing)

(both giggling)

What?

- I just realized I haven't double checked

the house is locked up.

- You locking me in?

- No.

But I don't want you to leave either.

(lips smacking)

- I feel normal with you.

(heavy breathing)

You know?

I haven't felt this normal in a long time.

- I scare myself.

- You're safe with me.

- I know.

(heavy breathing)

- So, Richard was the first person you called?

- Charles was stable in hospital

and I tried Rachel but she wasn't picking up obviously.

- And?

What happened after you and Richard were intimate?

- I'm hungry, are you hungry?

- There's leftovers.

Rachel always gives me some from the cafe.

- Sounds perfect.

(microwave beeps)

Listen, I've been thinking.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

About this key thing.

- Oh, can we not talk about that?

- Yeah, okay, but can you just hear me out?

What if it's not a key?

Like a key that goes in a lock.

What if it's a key as in Q-U-A-Y.

Like a place near water.

- Oh, inside the quay.

We need a map.

- Yeah.

Let me get my phone.

- Can you search for places with the name quay

that are near the lake?

- Yeah, of course. Hang on.

- Oh, how could I have been so stupid?

Any luck?

- Sorry, this phone's pretty slow.

Bear with me.

(microwave beeping)

Fuck me.

- Too late?

Well, what does it say?

- Well, there is one place.

And it's a mile away from the lake.

- Get your stuff together.

- Okay. - We'll drive.

(dark dramatic music)

- Okay.

So, it's another half a mile down the road,

then to our left, yeah?

(light dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

- What if she's been trying to get us to this place

because someone else is there?

Or she's not even dead and she needs our help.

- Yeah.

We're not far now.

A left should be coming up right now, okay?

(light dramatic music)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

It's just that I've never done anything like this before.

- Me neither, but it all feels really right.

Don't you think that we're supposed to do this?

(ominous music)

- This is it.

(light dramatic music)

(car creaking)

- I think I can see it.

Let's walk from here.

- I know, wait.

Shouldn't we call the police or something?

- (sighs) And tell them what?

That we're breaking into a house

'cause a dead girl told us to in a dream?

How does that sound to you?

- Yeah.

(light dramatic music)

- Yeah, that's how it sounds to me too.

(light dramatic music)

(door thuds) (suspenseful music)

(light dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

- This is it.

- Are you sure?

- [Richard] Pretty sure.

- Okay.

(clicking) - Jesus.

Where'd you get that?

(suspenseful music)

(muffled talking)

(suspenseful music)

(metal screeching)

(plastic rustling)

(dramatic music) (heavy breathing)

- Hey, hey.

It's okay.

We can stop now.

I know what you've been doing.

(Rachel groans)

And I understand.

I'm grateful.

But we can stop now.

- What?

Let go!

(thudding) (dramatic music)

- This is what you wanted.

I thought we were just playing a game, right?

- A game? (Richard groans)

What fucking game?

(thudding) (Joan groans)

(Richard laughs)

(thudding)

(heavy breathing) (Richard chuckling)

(thudding) (Joan coughs)

- Wanna play a game?

Come here, come on.

Come with me.

(thudding) (Joan coughs)

(Richard laughs)

My mistake!

(Joan coughs)

(metal clanking)

(dramatic music)

(Joan groans)

(heavy breathing)

Shut up!

Shut up!

(heavy breathing)

(Joan groans) (heavy breathing)

(static buzzing) (light dramatic music)

So.

Let me get this fucking straight!

You actually believed that she was lost?

(static buzzing)

(Rachel groans)

Well, either your friend's fucking crazy

or a lying bitch!

(heavy breathing)

(neck cracking)

I thought you were different.

When you showed up at the lake after your flat tire

I thought finally someone knows how hard I've been working.

But you already knew.

The girl, the lake, the box.

I thought you knew what it felt like for me.

I thought that you were telling me

that we were different from the rest of them!

(static buzzing) (light dramatic music)

- How could you do this?

- Oh, I ain't done a thing.

You're the one that told me a dead person

told you about all of this.

(heavy breathing)

Or was that a lie, too?

Huh?

What you playing with me?

Because I think you know full well

that I don't fucking play well with others.

(heavy breathing) (static buzzing)

Now...

have you been lying to me?

- I wasn't lying.

- You just can't fucking stop.

You're just like the lot of them.

And all they're good for is fucking lies.

(Richard chuckles)

Speaking of lying cunts,

if that dead girl told you so fucking much

then you must know what's coming, right?

Sorry, what was that?

Huh?

Come again?

I can't hear ya.

- You use the anesthetic as a muscle relaxant,

but she can still feel everything.

- That's the point.

(dramatic music) (Richard hushes)

- They can't move. (metal tapping)

- Good girl.

- [Joan] They can't even scream.

(teeth crunching)

- There's truth in the realization.

(teeth rattling)

I can look inside them.

(suspenseful music)

Good girl.

Swallow them up.

It's that time, girl.

(suspenseful music)

(Richard groans)

- [Joan] Strangle them.

- That's all I want with you.

Is to release.

- [Joan] Then you zip them up

and dump the bodies in the lake.

- Eventually.

- She wasn't dead when you put her in the lake.

She wasn't dead.

She drowned that night when I stopped with that flat tire.

She died there.

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

You didn't say any truth that night.

You couldn't even kill her.

But she found me after she passed.

And now she's come back and something's come back with her.

- You're just like the lot of 'em, ain't ya?

Aye?

You're fucking deluded.

How could you be anything else?

You've never seen it.

It's beautiful truth.

See?

At least I know what I'm suffering from.

Sociopath!

That's it.

But that's only 'cause they couldn't find the words

to describe how important I am.

I can see into your soul, you see?

When they can't talk and they can't move

but they can still feel the pain, the horror of it all.

With no distractions.

That's when you see it!

(woman groaning)

Words just get in the way of transcendence.

They're just vessels.

Messages in soft little bottles sent from me alone.

God left me a beautiful truth

to find inside each and every one of you.

Don't worry, we'll find it together, all right?

(Richard laughs) (metal clattering)

(heavy breathing)

(Richard laughing)

It's exciting, isn't it?

I've never done two before in one night.

(door screeching)

Who's that?

Who's there?

- I told you I wasn't lying.

- Fuck off or I'll kill her!

- You can't bargain with it.

- What is it?

- It is retribution and it wants you, Richard.

And here's some truth for you, a big one,

it's not the slightest bit interested in anesthetic.

(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

(Richard groaning)

(Richard whimpering)

(Richard groans) (demon screaming)

(light dramatic music)

(light dramatic music) (Joan groans)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music) (plastic rustling)

(Richard groaning) (dramatic music)

- [Beast] Retribution.

(dramatic music) (Richard coughs)

(Richard screams) (guts squishing)

- I suppose they haven't found his body yet.

And Rachel?

- She's fine.

We both are.

- Have the police?

- Lake dredged, bodies found, questions asked.

We said he got spooked and ran.

Well, it's almost true.

- Do you want to fix another date for your next session?

- Look, do you mind if I call you to set one up?

It's just, my shift's all over-

- That's fine, whatever's comfortable for you.

(clothes rustling)

- Thanks for all your help.

I am honestly starting to feel better.

- Good.

That's very good.

(ghostly whispering)

You take care of yourself.

- Someone will.

(upbeat music)

♪ You gotta know ♪

♪ With every leading step, I'll follow ♪

♪ Wherever you may go ♪

♪ I really love you ♪

♪ And I would beg or steal or borrow ♪

♪ Just to let you know ♪

♪ You sow a seed, I can't delete ♪

♪ It grew such hope in me ♪

♪ Your sunshine face, your branches ♪

♪ Wrapped around my soul ♪

♪ Left to neglect it, grew so sweetly while it's choking me ♪

♪ How could I ever let it go ♪

♪ You gotta know ♪

♪ With every little step, I'll follow ♪

♪ Wherever you may go ♪

♪ I really love you ♪

♪ And I would beg or steal or borrow ♪

♪ Just to let you know ♪

♪ I rolled the dice ♪

♪ It was a chance I was prepared to take ♪

♪ Now everyone to think that ignorance was bliss ♪

♪ I took the plunge safe ♪

♪ In the knowledge that it was make or break ♪

♪ And either way his words are myth ♪

♪ You gotta know every little step I'll follow ♪

♪ Wherever you may go ♪

♪ I really love you ♪

♪ And I would beg or steal or borrow ♪

♪ Just to let you know ♪

♪ You gotta know ♪

♪ Cling onto that sweet, sweet hope ♪

♪ Somewhere in the distance ♪

♪ Cling onto that sweet, sweet hope ♪

♪ Somewhere in the distance ♪

♪ You know there must be somebody ♪

♪ Somebody for you ♪

♪ Somewhere in the distance ♪

(upbeat music)