All language subtitles for Malignant.2021.720p1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]-English

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(DEVICE CLICKS, WHIRS)

So, it's becoming more apparent

that not only is Gabriel
getting stronger,

he's becoming more malicious.

If his strength and ability
continue to grow at this rate,

we will no longer be
able to contain him.

However,
I am still determined...

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: Dr. Weaver,
he got out again.

How far did he get this time?

He made it all the way
to the records room

before we got to him.
He found his information.

He wants to go home.

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING AND WARBLING)

Dr. Fields,
what the hell is happening?

I tried to subdue him with ECT,

but electroshock had no effect on him.

Then all the machines
started going crazy.

It was like he was
drinking the electricity

- and controlling our machines.
- (ALARM BLARING)

(SCREAMS)

- DR. WEAVER: Dr. Plume.
- (MUFFLED SCREECHING)

(MUFFLED SNARLING)

No, please, don't.
He'll kill you.

- Stand aside.
- (GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Take him down now.

- (COCKS GUN)
- (ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

- (INHUMAN SCREECHING)
- (SCREAMS)

- (FLESH SQUELCHING)
- (YELPING)

(SCREAMING)

- (NURSE SCREAMING)
- (LIGHTS BURSTING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(EERIE SCREAM)

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHING)

(BODY THUDS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Strap him into the chair.

You've been a bad,
bad boy, Gabriel.

(GABRIEL SNARLING)

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK WHINING)

(GABRIEL DISTORTED)
I will kill you all.

Oh, my God. He speaks.

He's broadcasting his thoughts.

I thought we could help him,
but I was wrong.

(SNARLING)

It's time

we cut out the cancer.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(MUFFLED SPORTS COMMENTARY ON TV)

ANNOUNCER: Frankie is
trying to get to Chavez.

He's trying to get his
arms up to protect himself,

but he can't get any leverage.

Hey, sugar,
I thought you were on the late shift.

I was, but dumpling's been
giving me a really hard time.

(MADISON GROANS)

What do you mean, "a hard time"?

MADISON: I don't know.

She's just a little more
agitated than usual.

Do we have any Tylenol?

They say I can't take aspirin.

(PILLS RATTLING)

You know,
if you've got all this pain,

maybe you shouldn't be going to work.

(SIGHS) I'll be fine.
I promise.

Hey, I was watching that.

Please, Derek,
I really need to get some rest.

No, maybe you need
to stop getting pregnant.

Derek, please.
I just really need to lie down.

You know the doctor said

this could happen again, right?

You know that.

How many times do I have to watch

my children die inside of you?

Just stop.

You're breaking my heart, Maddy.
I swear to God.

You can't keep doing this.

(LOW OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Doing what?

Doing what, Madison?
Tell me what I'm doing, huh?

Tell me what I'm doing.

Are you saying this is my fault?

Are you saying this keeps
happening because of...

Don't touch her!

- You bitch!
- (MADISON GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

Oh, shit.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

(MADISON WINCING)

I'm gonna get you some ice, okay?

Okay, I'm gonna get you some ice.
Hold on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SHUDDERS)

(GASPING)

(SHUDDERS)

- (DOOR THUDS)
- (GASPS)

(DOOR RATTLING)

DEREK: Babe,

I'm sorry that happened,
that, uh...

Sometimes it's like
I can't control myself, okay?

But that's not me, that...

You know, I'm trying,
and I've given up drinking,

and I'm gonna continue to do better

- for you and the baby, okay?
- (SOBS)

Maddy? Please. (SIGHS)

It was an accident, Maddy.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

(METALLIC RATTLING)

Maddy?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(MUFFLED RATTLING)

(LOW OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(RATTLING CONTINUES)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(DOOR OPENS AND CREAKS)

What?

Madison?

(STATIC WHINING AND CRACKLING)

MAN ON TV: It cannot be!

WOMAN: ...grabbed a steel blade.

MAN 2: ...has possession
of the puck down...

(ENGINE ROARING ON TV)

MAN 3: ...just now

- (MEN ON TV WHOOPING)
- (GUNSHOTS ON TV)

Help me.

(STATIC WHINING)

(SOFT EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRICAL RINGING)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING WEAKLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

- (MUFFLED THUD)
- (GASPS)

Derek?

(GASPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(BONES CRACKING)

(WHEEZES)

(INHUMAN SCREECHING)

(MADISON SCREAMS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MADISON WHIMPERING)

(YELPS)

- (HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
- (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Morning, Reg.

Morning? It's 4 a.m.
Night's not even over yet.

- Detectives.
- Officer Lee,

what happened here?

Home invasion.

Neighbors heard screaming
and called it in.

REGINA: Any sign of forced entry?

OFFICER LEE: Not that we've seen.

- Where's the wife?
- Already at the hospital.

We found her unconscious in the nursery.

Uh-oh,
here comes Miss Lonely-heart.

- Hey, Kekoa.
- Winnie, how bad is it?

I've never seen anything quite like it.

Maybe from a vehicular accident,
but not this.

This is something special.

Holy shit.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(MADISON SOFTLY)
Sydney?

Hi. Hi.

Where am I?
What... What happened?

It's okay.
You're in a hospital.

Where's Derek?

Do you remember what happened?
Someone broke into your house.

You were attacked, and Derek...

(CRYING) I was...

- Just... Just rest.
- I was...

(CONTINUES CRYING)
I was so scared.

Scared for my baby.

(GASPS)

Where is she?

Where is she, Syd?
Where is she?

I'm so sorry, Maddy.
They couldn't save her.

(CRYING) No.

No, no, no. No. No.

(WAILING)

It's okay.

No! Please, no.

(SCREAMS) No!

Hey, okay.

No!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

KEKOA: Mrs. Mitchell?

Mrs. Mitchell,
I'm Detective Kekoa Shaw.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I need to ask you
a few questions.

Mrs. Mitchell?

SYDNEY: Can I help you with something?

Uh, I'm Detective Kekoa Shaw.

Oh, I'm Sydney Lake.
I'm Madison's sister.

So, can I help you?

Oh, this.

Um, I'm a...
a princess at Family Planet.

So, I'm on my lunch break,

and I thought I'd come by
and check on Maddy.

She's been like this for two days.

I can't even get her to eat.

Well,
maybe you can help me then.

Did you know of anyone who wanted

to hurt your sister or her husband?

There's no sign of
forced entry at the house.

May have been somebody they knew.

Somebody with access.

I wouldn't know.
Derek kept us apart.

This isn't her first, right?

The doctor said your sister

had three miscarriages
in the last two years.

Oh, my God.

Um, I didn't know.

I don't know why
she wouldn't have told me.

(SOFTLY) Maddy...

If there's anything,
just give me a call.

Yeah. Thank you.

REGINA: Keh,
you'll get a kick out of this.

No fingerprints, but all the
hand patterns are upside down.

Like our perp was hanging
from the ceiling.

That line up with anything
from forensics?

No footprints on the ceiling,
if that's what you mean.

But I spoke to the neighbors,
and more than one of them said

that Mr. Mitchell used to knock
Mrs. Mitchell around.

He beat her?

No forced entry,
an abusive husband.

Motive.

SYDNEY: Please let me stay
with you for a few days.

I can blow off work,
and a few auditions.

It's not like I'm booking
anything anyway.

(SIGHS)

It felt so real this time.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I just...

I just couldn't do enough to protect her.

You don't have to stay here, you know.

MADISON: I know,
but this is my home,

and I'm not gonna let it be
taken away from me too.

I'll be fine, I promise.
(SNIFFLING)

(SOFT EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(STREETLIGHT BUZZING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(GASPS)

- (WIND WHISTLING)
- (DOOR CREAKING)

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(KNOCKING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

- (DOOR THUDS)
- (GASPS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(MADISON WHIMPERING)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CONTINUES WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)
There's nobody there.

There's no one there.

It's all in my head.
It's all in my head.

There's no one there.
It's all in my...

It's all in my head.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(LIGHT FIZZES)

(UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRILL WHIRRING)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(KEYS JANGLING)

(SOFT EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

- Hey, are you gonna let me in?
- (SIGHS)

Jesus, Sydney,
what are you doing?

(GRUNTS) Okay.
My key wasn't working and you weren't...

Oh, God.

You weren't answering.

I thought something was wrong,
I was worried.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Thanks.

Oh, I, um, installed deadbolts.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
That makes so much sense.

Well, okay.

Mom made a casserole.

I could not climb with it,
so it is outside, but,

um...

You okay?

Derek did that.

He smashed my head against the wall.

What?

I'm so sorry, Maddy.

Nobody deserves to die that way,

but seriously, fuck him.

You deserve so much better.

I thought about it a lot,
about leaving him.

By the time I got the courage,
I got pregnant.

Now, if only I'd been
able to have a baby.

Don't do that.
This is not your fault.

That's not what I'm saying.

I wanted to know
what it felt like

to have a blood connection with someone.

A biological connection.

Maddy,
what are you talking about?

(SIGHS) Shit.

Mom and Dad took me in
when I was eight.

I don't remember anything before that.

Mom told me that my biological
mother died during my birth.

Sydney, I'm adopted.

(DARK DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Welcome to
the Seattle Underground.

No, folks,
this is not a historical tour

- of Nirvana or Pearl Jam.
- (LAUGHTER)

This is a tour of old Seattle,

buried underneath here

like a time capsule of a bygone era.

All this used to be at street level

where the people worked
and lived.

But after the great fire of 1889,

they decided to rebuild the new city

on top of the old city.

One story higher to stave off flooding.

You can still see
the cobblestone streets

and the storefronts down here.

And there are rumors of
passages stretching for miles.

Some say the ghosts of the past

still haunt these tunnels.

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(TOURISTS MURMURING)

(CHUCKLES)

- (SPOOKILY) Ooh.
- (LAUGHTER)

Thank you.

Thank you. Have a good night.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

(METAL CLATTERS)

We're closed.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(CLANGING)

You can't be down here.

Hello?

- (CLANGING)
- (GASPS)

- (HEAVY CLANG)
- (GASPS)

(GROWL)

(PANTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPING)

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(MUFFLED CLATTERING)

(EERIE YOWLING)

(SCREECHES)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(DARK DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIMPERING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(STOPS SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERS)

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK WHINES)

GABRIEL ON RADIO: I can't tell you

how long

I've waited for this.

But not yet.

First,

Dr. Weaver.

(WHIMPERS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

DR. WEAVER: Hello?

Hello?

- GABRIEL: Dr. Weaver.
- Yes?

GABRIEL: It's time to cut out the cancer.

What?

Hello?
I'm sorry, who is this?

Hello?

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(BALLAD MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: ♪ Too fast to live ♪

♪ Too young to die ♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES ON RADIO)

♪ One stolen kiss, babe ♪

♪ A certain smile ♪

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(DISTORTED)
♪ We're never close, babe ♪

- (STATIC CRACKLING)
- (GROANS)

(STATIC AND DISTORTION STOP)

♪ I'm lost inside, babe ♪

♪ Your painted smile ♪

(SIGHS)

- (HIGH-PITCHED SCREECH)
- (GASPS)

(HIGH-PITCHED
ELECTRICAL RINGING)

(GROANS)

- (WINCING)
- (RINGING STOPS)

Shit.

(LOW UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (MADISON GASPS)

What are you doing in my house?

This is my house!

Who are you?

- (BREATHING SHAKILY)
- (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

I can't move.
What's happening?

What do you want? Who are you?

(YELPING)

No! (YELPS) No!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(RUSTLING)

(MADISON GASPING)

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK WHINING)

GABRIEL: Time to cut out the cancer.

Oh, God.
No. It's not possible.

(YELPS)

(GROANS)

DR. WEAVER: No.

(GROANING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING AND PANTING)

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

Oh, God.

(SCREAMS)

What do you want from me?

GABRIEL: To show you
what the cancer has become.

(SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Hey.

So, housekeeper found our vic.
Dr. Florence Weaver.

Tough old bird,
but she fought until the end.

What you got, Winnie?

He killed her with one of her trophies.

We just got the base.
The top half is missing.

The brutality seems consistent
with our other corpse.

- Same guy?
- That would be my bet.

We need to find
that missing half.

(CHUCKLES SHYLY)
Yeah, don't we all.

What you got?

Dr. Weaver specialized in
child reconstructive surgery.

She kept journals on all her patients.

Bag all these books.

I want them back at the precinct.

Yes, sir.

What, are you gonna
go through all of them?

We're gonna go through all of them.

Hey, did you find the rest
of that murder weapon yet?

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

(ROUSING MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (TOOL POUNDING)
- (GASPS)

(GASPS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(YELPS)

GABRIEL: Don't even try.

NEWS ANCHOR: Breaking news this hour,

as police are reporting the body

- of Dr. Florence Weaver...
- (RETCHING)

...was found brutally murdered

in her Washington Park home this morning.

The grisly discovery was made
by the housekeeper

at approximately 8:30 this morning.

(MADISON GROANING AND PANTING)

Did you know her?

No. No.

But I saw her die.

I don't know how.

I was doing laundry and...

and I saw him killing her.

It was him. It was him.

Him? Him, like the guy
that attacked you?

Yes.

He was here in the...

No, no.

I saw him murdering her
in her house.

And it was like I was there
and here at the same time.

It was... It was...
What is happening to me, Syd?

(SOFTLY) Okay, okay.

(SOBBING)

It'll be okay.
We're gonna figure it out, okay?

(SIGHS)

Ooh. (SIGHS)

That's it. I'm out.

I read about one more sick kid,

my brain's gonna
push out my eyeballs.

- Good night.
- Tell Marcus it's my fault.

I'll make up for date night.

REGINA: You better.
He's pissed.

(KEKOA GROANS)

Jesus.

- Yo, Basco, you here?
- No.

- (THUNDER RUMBLES)
- I thought I was the only

good-looking guy here working late.

Got this case. Strange one.
Can you age that up?

How old do you need?

30 years.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I know, I know.

But who would kill her, John?

Let alone mutilate her like that?

I know,
I haven't spoken with her in years,

but the person I knew,
all she ever did was help people.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PHONE)

Don't bring up Simion.

That was a different time.

(STATIC WARBLES ON PHONE)

Hello? John?

(WIND HOWLING)

(SOFT EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hmm.

(WIND HOWLING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS)

(LOW UNNERVING MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(GASPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(SNORING)

(WHIMPERING SOFTLY)

(RUSTLING)

- (THUNDER CONTINUES RUMBLING)
- (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(SINISTER MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WHIMPERING SOFTLY)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(GABRIEL BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS, SNARLS)

(SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

- Maddy? Maddy. Maddy.
- (SHRIEKS)

Hey, what's wrong?
What's wrong? What's wrong?

- He's here. He's here.
- Who? Who?

(GASPING)

There's no one here.

Look at me, there's no one here.

You were just dreaming.
Come here.

Shit, Maddy, you're bleeding.

I wasn't dreaming.

I saw him. I saw him.

He killed again,
but this time I saw his face.

I saw... I saw his face.

MADISON: Somehow
I'm seeing his murders,

like he's showing them to me.

What do you mean?
He's sending you videos?

No, goddamn it.
I see them as they're happening.

Like I'm having visions.
I know how that sounds.

Okay, maybe, when the killer
attacked Madison,

they formed,
like, some kind of, um,

like a... a psychic bond.

I mean,
you guys consult psychics for, like,

missing persons cases, right?

No, we don't.

I played a psychic
in an episode of a cop show,

and they said it's a real thing.

Are we really having
this conversation?

(KEKOA CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, Madison,
what exactly did you see?

He killed again.

This time, across from
the Silvercup apartments

in North Beacon Hill.

- I Googled it.
- Great.

Wikipedia Brown here
just solved the case.

Listen, Madison saw
Dr. Weaver die as it happened,

and now she says she's seen
this one, so let's go look.

If she's wrong,
you can have her committed,

and you can put the cuffs on me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(UPBEAT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

There it is. Silvercup.

I think it's this one.

Which one?

So what, are we gonna
knock on every door now?

It's the top floor.

We could help.

Yeah, we don't need your help.

Could you keep an eye
on these two?

Come on, Keh.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

What?

I see you.

What? They gave us a lead.

Cute little actress
throw you a ball,

and you gone chasing like a dog.

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Hello? Anybody home?
This is the police.

If anybody's here,
you need to let us know.

Keh. Keh!

(KEKOA SIGHS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

So I'm putting out a BOLO
on Sloth from The Goonies?

- You okay? Okay.
- I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Reg...

Um, you wanna take a seat
while she... while you wait?

Oh, yeah.

(GROANING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Hello?

GABRIEL: Hello, Emily.

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

My name is Madison.

GABRIEL: Your fake mother

Your shitty marriage
gave you the name Mitchell.

But you'll always be Emily to me.

Who are you?

GABRIEL: You know who I am.

Even if they say
I'm only in your head.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You let them tell you
I wasn't real,

that I was just a voice.

And you believed them.

Now, I'm going to make
them pay for what they did.

One by one.

Gabriel, no!

(GABRIEL LAUGHING WICKEDLY)

(GASPS)

See?

- Deep down...
- Please.

- ...you've always known.
- Please.

Please stop. Please.

GABRIEL: Oh,
we are just getting started.

(STATIC CRACKLES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh, Detective,
if we're done here,

- we're leaving. Thank you.
- Um...

Okay. All right, well, I'm...

I'll see you around, okay?

Hey, hey, hey,
you finish aging that photo?

Yeah, I left it on your desk.
You saw it, right?

That's why you brought her in.

- Brought who in?
- The girl in the picture.

Yeesh.

KEKOA: Ah, hell.

She was the doctor's patient.

What? We've gotta turn
around and tell Kekoa.

We can trace the call.

The cops think I did it.

Well,
this will prove them wrong.

His name is Gabriel.

I don't know how I knew,

but talking to him, I just did.

He's someone from my past.

From before I could remember.

(MADISON BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where are we going?

Oh, Maddy.

Maddy.

- I just had to see you.
- Oh.

How are you holding up,
sweetie, hmm? Are you eating?

You look skinny.
I gotta cook more.

Mom, I need you to remember.

During the adoption,
did they say

if I had a brother or anything?

No.

(FALTERING)

The only thing they would say
is if there were siblings,

they try to place them
in the same family.

Then who the hell is Gabriel?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

MADISON: Mom?
Mom, what do you know?

FRANK AND JEANNE: ♪ Happy birthday... ♪

You wanted a party
so bad, Maddy,

you nagged us
until your father gave in.

We invited your whole class but...

They thought I was a freak.

I had no friends.
I remember that.

FRANK: ♪ ...birthday, dear Maddy... ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Blow it out, blow it out,
blow it out.

JEANNE: For nine wishes.

(FRANK AND JEANNE CHEERING)

(LAUGHS)

FRANK: Those look good.
Looks good.

Stop saying that.

They are.

Maddy, who are you talking to?

No one.

FRANK: Maddy?
Maddy, what did we say about lying?

I wasn't.

Well,
then who were you talking to?

Gabriel.

Is he your imaginary friend?

Gabriel isn't made up.

He says that you are.

He says you're not
my real family.

- This is the nightmare that...
- JEANNE: Okay.

Ooh, that's a kick.

- (LAUGHS)
- FRANK: Ooh.

My little Christmas cutie right here.

- Go get her ready for bed.
- FRANK: Okay.

Maddy, playtime's over.

Santa won't come down the
chimney if you're still up.

Mommy said she'd love me
when the baby comes.

She said nothing would change.

I won't.

You can't make me.

Please don't hurt the baby.

FRANK: Maddy? What's going on?

Nothing, Daddy.

Some of the conversations
you had with Gabriel

just chilled us to the bone.

Wait, so Gabriel was something
that I made up?

Whatever you went through
before you joined our family,

it hurt you in a way
that I can't even imagine.

I always figured
you created Gabriel

so that you could survive that.

We thought if we
gave you enough love,

you wouldn't need him anymore.

I hope we weren't wrong.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

(LOW FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)

KEKOA: E. May...

Thursday, July 23rd, 1992.

Today marks the seventh year

since Emily May was
entrusted into our care.

She remains unlike any test subject

we have ever encountered
here at the clinic.

Though in recent months,
Emily started

exhibiting signs of mental psychosis.

She says she's seeing visions,

and hearing thoughts from the Devil.

I've contacted Dr. John
Gregory out at Hopkins

as well as Dr. Victor Fields

from the Los Angeles
Children's Hospital,

just to help determine
a course of action.

KEKOA: Dr. Florence Weaver.
Dr. Victor Fields.

Working the same case

along with Dr. John Gregory.

Holy shit.

(MADISON GASPING)

(RUSTLING)

- (LIGHTS BUZZING)
- (BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SIREN WAILING)

Dr. Gregory?
This is Seattle PD.

(MUFFLED THUD)

(GUN CLICKS)

I need you to answer me.

(GASPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPING)

(HEART THUMPING RAPIDLY)

Detective!
He's still here.

He's still here.

Oh, Jesus.

(BLADE RINGS)

- (SNARLS)
- (GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(KEKOA GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(PAINED GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING) Holy shit.

(PANTING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)
I gotta be out of my mind.

(KEKOA GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(PAINED GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

- KEKOA: Stop!
- (GUNSHOT)

(HEAVY THUD)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

- (CREAKING)
- (GABRIEL YELLS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPING)

Fuck me.

(PANTING)

KEKOA: All three victims were involved

in the same case study
they called Patient May.

You were the case study.
They were your doctors.

Uh, I'm sorry.

It's all blank before
Sydney's parents adopted me.

I think you were born Emily May.

That's what he calls me.

Madison,

the department works
with a hypnotherapist

that helps unlock
repressed memories.

Trauma, sexual abuse, PTSD.

Would you be willing to see one?

I knew it.

REGINA: She's not a psychic,
God damn it.

(SYDNEY CLEARS THROAT)

HYPNOTHERAPIST: We are gonna
turn back the hands of time.

The bygone years
reconstructing themselves.

I want you to go back
to before the adoption.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I think I'm in a hospital.

But I don't remember any of it.

Okay, you've gone back

beyond your conscious memories.

Can you tell us why
you're in the hospital?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm not sure.

But I'm better now.

That's why they're here for me.

- HYPNOTHERAPIST: Who?
- MADISON: My new parents.

They've come to take me
to my new home.

It's nice.

But he's here too.

Gabriel.

He followed me home
from the hospital.

Who is Gabriel?
Is he a friend?

He says he is, but I'm the
only one that can see him.

FRANK: You ruined
your mother's cake.

- I didn't, it was Gabriel.
- Stop.

You can't keep lying
like this, Maddy.

- I'm not lying.
- There's no Gabriel.

Go to your room. Madison,
go to your room right now.

MADISON: So when
he does something bad,

I'm the one that gets in trouble.

(CRYING)

(PHONE RINGTONE PLAYING)

- (SNIFFLES)
- (RINGING CONTINUES)

Go away.

What?

But she's sleeping.

I guess.

Really?
You mean like a good surprise?

(SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FEMALE VOICE WHISPERS) Cut it.

(MALE VOICE WHISPERS)
A nice slice of cake for Mom.

(RUSTLING)

(VOICES CONTINUE WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

(GASPS)

Madison!

MALE VOICE: Cut her!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING) No,
it wasn't me! It was Gabriel!

Please! No, no!

Please believe me!

Please!

Stop this. Stop this.
Stop this!

Get her out, get her out!
Get her out!

(MADISON SCREAMING)

- Stop this. Stop this.
- KEKOA: Beverly...

- Beverly!
- Get her out right now!

When I touch your forehead,
you will be back with us.

(STOPS SCREAMING)

(GASPS DEEPLY)

- (PANTING)
- Hey. Okay?

- Maddy?
- (WHEEZES)

Jesus.

Are you okay?

I remember now.

It's happened before,

waking up in strange places,

seeing things.

I don't know how,
but Gabriel wanted to...

(MADISON SIGHS)

What did he want, Madison?

To hurt the baby.

It's as if he knew
that with you here...

I wouldn't need him anymore.

And he was right.

He became a lost memory,

buried deep in the back of my head...

until now.

The killer said he was Gabriel.

My Gabriel.

Wait, are you saying
that the killer is

your imaginary friend?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(WOMAN GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

Whoa!

Fuck!

(DARK DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(DARK DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

SYDNEY: Everything's gonna be okay.

Maddy? Maddy, listen.

Wait. Please.

Detective, wait. Please.

I don't know what's going on,

but Maddy couldn't
have done this.

You can't come back in here.
This is a crime scene now.

- Please just listen to me.
- No, you listen.

Back off,
or I'm gonna charge you

with being an accomplice.

(PANTING)

Please.

Hey, you guys gotta see this.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)

This is what he kills with.

It's the rest of the missing trophy,

fashioned into a weapon.

I told you, from day one.

You got the murder weapon,
the coat, the gloves,

and Jeffrey Dahmer's
workshop in your attic.

It's over, Madison.

It was... It was Gabriel.

He got into my house.
He's done it before.

Enough with the bogeyman story.

Please, Kekoa. Please.

You've seen him.

You know that it's not me.

- Who is the woman, Madison?
- I don't know.

Gabriel must have
snuck her into my house.

REGINA: Let me tell you what I think.

You were sick in the head
when you were young.

Those doctors helped you.
It worked for a while.

But now your sickness is back

and you blame them for fucking you up.

- (LIGHTS BUZZING)
- MADISON: No. No.

It's not me.

Stop lying to us.

I'm telling the fucking truth!

(LIGHTS BURSTING)

REGINA: Shit!

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

He wants to talk to you.

(PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING)

You have got to be kidding me.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

This is Detective Shaw.

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK SHRILLS)

GABRIEL: Hello, Detective.

Who am I talking to?

GABRIEL: You know who I am.
You found me.

I didn't find you soon enough.

But you found my things.
I want them back.

Why was your stuff in her attic, hmm?

You trying to incriminate her?

Dumb bitch didn't even know
I was nesting in her home.

Is all this personal?

If my blade had punched
a hole in your face last night,

would that have been personal?

Who are you, Gabriel?

Oh, I thought she had already told you.

I'm a figment of her imagination.

(GABRIEL LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Ask her what she used to call me.

The Devil.

(STATIC CRACKLES, LINE DISCONNECTS)

You see, Syd? That's why
we never throw anything out.

You never know when something
would come in handy.

Here.

WOMAN ON PHONE: Yes,
we had an Emily May.

She was remanded to our care

by the Simion Research Hospital.

It says here they've been
shuttered since the 90s.

So it's just been sitting there empty?

Sorry, I don't know.
That was before my time.

(LINE BEEPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

- (MUFFLED CLATTERING)
- (GASPS)

(SOFT RATTLING)

(SYDNEY BREATHING HEAVILY)

SYDNEY: Records storage.
Basement Level.

Of course.

Please, Officer. Officer!
I'm not supposed to be here!

I haven't done anything wrong!

I am not supposed to be here,
God damn it!

They made a mistake.

- (THUD)
- (GASPS)

(WOMAN CHUCKLING)

- (URINATING)
- Princess.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

SYDNEY: Emily May.

"...the result of an absorption in utero,

"growing in sync with patient..."

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

Today, we'll be speaking
to the subjects' mother,

Serena May.

15 years of age.

Poor girl was raped and
carried her pregnancy to term.

She's decided to entrust
her children to our care.

This could be
a phenomenal opportunity

to further our research.

Now, are you sure
you want to do this, Serena?

It's okay,
there's no judgment here.

Mama won't help me.

She called my pregnancy
a transgression against God.

I don't know how to look
after them on my own.

(SIGHS)

He's an abomination.

I don't know what else to do, Doctor.

Please look after Emily.

DR. WEAVER: Don't worry.
You can have peace of mind

knowing we'll provide
the best medical care.

They told me that she died
while giving birth.

Those lying cock-knockers.
(SIGHS)

DR. WEAVER: Now,
we're just going to need you

and your mother to sign some paperwork.

(EKG BEEPING)

When will she wake up?

She's in a coma, Detective.
It's in God's hands.

REGINA: Hey, you were right
about the Underground.

Jane Doe was a tour guide down there.

Employee of the Month.

KEKOA: Serena May.

This is Madison's birth mother.

DR. WEAVER: Emily, are you okay?

Are you scared?

Well, don't be.
He won't wake up, I promise.

I've given him a heavy sedative.

It's probably why
you're feeling sleepy too.

We just wanted
a private moment with you

without Gabriel listening in.

We've noticed in recent weeks
you've become more aggressive.

Can you tell us why?

(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

He's been telling me to do things.

Bad things.
To hurt people.

DR. WEAVER: Is that why
you attacked Bobby Fey?

But Bobby's twice your size.

Gabriel makes me strong.

He told me to kill Bobby.

DR. WEAVER: He actually said those words?

Sometimes he speaks words...

and other times,
the words are in my head.

And then...

Then they aren't
really words anymore.

Just feelings.

But I knew what
he wanted me to do.

He pretends to be nice.

But he's the Devil.

DR. WEAVER: Okay.

I'm going to wake him up.

Why don't you come around
after I've injected him?

- (MADISON WHIMPERS)
- (LIQUID SQUIRTS)

(MADISON GASPS)

- (SCREECHING)
- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

- (BOTH GASP)
- Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

SYDNEY: Oh, my God! Maddy!

DR. WEAVER: So what exactly is Gabriel?

Gabriel is an extreme
version of a teratoma.

A tumor consisting of tissues,
hair, teeth, muscles, bones.

But more specifically,
in this case,

it's a parasitic twin.

When two embryos develop in the womb

don't separate like they should,

one twin is dominant,

while the other is underdeveloped.

It's not considered conjoined

because the underdeveloped twin

is dependent on the body
of the other.

Like a parasite,
Gabriel feeds off Emily.

WOMAN 1: What's the matter, Pollyanna?

You get lost on the way
to the country club?

(LAUGHTER)

Look, I don't want any trouble.

I don't give a fuck
what you want.

An apple.

Pig.

A teddy bear.

We're starting to suspect that Gabriel

can somehow access
the region to the brain

that process visual stimuli,

and make Emily see
what he wants her to see.

This would explain her recent claims

of hallucinations and waking dreams.

(GRUNTS)

WOMAN 1: What the fuck
did you do to get in here?

Forget to separate the recycling?

(LAUGHTER)

But I'm willing to
play nice for a price.

(GASPING)

What you got?

(MADISON GRUNTS) Guard!

No! No!

WOMAN 2: Bitch.

- (BOTH GRUNTING)
- (MADISON GROANING)

(WOMAN 1 LAUGHS)

- (SCREECHING)
- (MADISON SCREAMING)

Gabriel, stop it.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(BURSTING)

(LIGHTS BURSTING)

(MADISON GRUNTING)

- (SQUELCHING)
- What the fuck?

(GRUNTING CONVULSIVELY)

WOMAN 2: Oh, shit.

Yo, this bitch is having a seizure.

Because they literally
share the same brain,

I think he's able to trick her mind

and make her think
she's living her life as usual.

Essentially,
placing her in a mental prison.

When in reality,

Gabriel has hijacked her body
and is using it himself.

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS AND SCREAMS)

It's time to cut out the cancer.

Gabriel's parasitic nature
has increased significantly

as he's now siphoning
more fluids and nutrients,

resulting in severe weight loss.

So Dr. Fields, Dr. Gregory,
and myself have concluded,

the only way to save Emily
is to excise the teratoma.

Now, Gabriel is
conjoined at the brain,

so full removal could kill Emily

or result in permanent brain damage.

Course of action would be
to remove what we can

and suppress the rest into her skull.

Let's close her up.

(SCREAMING)

(SQUELCHING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

- (GROWLS)
- (GASPS)

(MADISON SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

What the fuck?

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(WOMEN WHIMPERING)

Holy shit! Oh, God damn!

(BONES CRACKING)

(BONES SNAP)

- (WOMEN CONTINUE WHIMPERING)
- (BONES CRACKING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

WOMAN 3: Get me outta here!

Guard!
Get the motherfuckin' guard!

- (NECK SNAPS)
- Guard!

(WOMAN 4 SCREAMS)

Hey!
Open the motherfuckin' door!

(YELPS)

No!

(GROANING)

Holy shit! Hey!

(GUARD GRUNTING)

(GUARD GROANING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

SYDNEY: Keh? Listen.

Gabriel is inside of Madison.

He's been using her this whole time.

He's been controlling her body
like a puppet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Sydney, slow down.

You're not making any sense.

SYDNEY: I found Madison's history.

She was born with
a parasitic twin.

Gabriel has been dormant
all of these years.

When Derek smashed
Madison's head

against the wall,
it woke Gabriel up.

- Bitch!
- (GRUNTS)

Jeez, Sydney, that's insane.

Madison's birth mother is
still alive, Keh. They lied.

I know. She's the woman

who fell out of Madison's attic.

We sent her to Seattle Medical.

Are you kidding me?
We have to talk to her.

She's the only person left
alive who knows anything.

(MUFFLED CLANGING)

- (MUFFLED SHOUTING)
- (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(MAN MUFFLED)
It's in the stairs, quick!

- (MUFFLED CLANG)
- (MAN SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (GASPS)

- It's coming from inside.
- KEKOA: Shit.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Keh? Keh?

Fuck.

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (CAR HORN HONKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTS)

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

(GASPS) Oh, God.

(BOTH GASP)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SNARLS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Shit! We're getting shot at!

Stay back.

(GRUNTING)

We need backup.

Send the National fucking Guard!

(SCREAMING)

Madison!

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

KEKOA: Madison!

(GABRIEL GROWLS)

(KEKOA GROANING)

Get off him, motherfucker!

(GROANING) Fuck!

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING)

(KEKOA GROANING)

(REGINA GROANS)

Oh, my God.

Okay. Fuck.

Told you not to get your ass kicked.

- (BOTH GROANING)
- REGINA: Okay.

(GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNARLING)

(GROWLS)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

- Regina.
- (KEKOA COUGHS)

Oh, my God, Kekoa!

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Why am I calling the police?

Call paramedics. Now!

Oh, Reg...

(BOTH GROANING)

Oh, my God.

The mother, she's going for her.

The hospital. You gotta go.

I'll stay with her. It's okay.
Paramedics are on the way.

I'll be fine. Now go stop him.

Go!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

OFFICER: Sorry, ma'am,
this area is restricted.

Right, I know, Officer,

but if you could just call
Detective Kekoa Shaw,

then he can fill you in,

and just tell him that
Sydney Lake is here.

I'm sorry.
Nobody is allowed in here.

I cannot let you by unless
Detective Shaw is here with...

(ELECTRICAL WHINING)

(STIFLED GROAN)

- What's wrong? Are you okay?
- (GROANS)

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Are you having a heart attack?

- My pacemaker.
- Okay.

- It's burning.
- (ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(PAINED SCREAM)

- Please go get help.
- Okay.

- (PACEMAKER EXPLODES)
- (GROANS)

(SYDNEY SCREAMS)

(SYDNEY PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

Sydney!

(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK WHINES)

GABRIEL: I was saving you for last.

(YELPS)

(ELECTRICITY BURSTING)

(YELPING)

GABRIEL: She chose you...

(SYDNEY SCREAMING)

...over me.

Her own flesh and blood.

I should have killed you
before you were born!

(YELLS)

Gabriel, no!

(GASPING)

Gabriel.

(GROWLS)

Please forgive me.

I should never have given you away.

You were my son.

And I should have loved you
no matter what.

(GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS)
- SERENA: Emily!

No! No! No!
You're hurting her!

- (GROWLS)
- Sydney, get outta here!

- (GRUNTS)
- (SYDNEY SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

GABRIEL: Go on.

- Madison?
- GABRIEL: Shoot me!

Madison, I know you're in there.

GABRIEL: And kill her.

What did you do to my sister?

She's not your sister!

(SCREAMS AND GROANS)

Sydney!

(SCREAMS)

- (SNARLS)
- Maddy, please.

GABRIEL: She can't hear you.

Maddy, I know you can hear me.
You have to fight him.

GABRIEL: Madison's not home.

Madison, he killed your babies.

He was the cause of
your miscarriages.

He was feeding off
of your fetuses

to build himself back up.

Maddy, please, please come back.

(GROANS)

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

(BONES CRACK)

GABRIEL: Goodbye, sis.

Gabriel, no!

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GASPS, SOBBING)

GABRIEL: I wanted you to see...

No, Gabriel. Please.

...what you made me.

I'm so sorry.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(BEEPING RATE INCREASING)

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(FLATLINING)

GABRIEL: A monster.

MADISON: No, Gabriel.

You were always a monster.

(RUSTLING)

GABRIEL: What?

What's happening?

Madison...

(GRUNTS)

(ECHOING) Now,
I can do all the mind tricks you can.

(EKG BEEPING STEADILY)

GABRIEL: No.

Not possible!

Did you forget
we share the same brain?

I didn't ask to be tethered to you.

You don't deserve your body.

I can use it better than you.

Not anymore.

You don't get to control me ever again.

It's over, Gabriel.

I'm taking it all back.

My mind, my body, my everything.

Now, you get to live in
a world that I create.

(GABRIEL GRUNTS)

You can't lock me in here forever.

You'll always be stuck with me.

Sooner or later I will get out.

I know, but next time
I'll be ready for you.

(GASPS DEEPLY)

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(GRUNTS, WHEEZES)

(SCREAMING)

- (WHEEZING)
- (GABRIEL WAILS)

(MADISON GROANING)

(GASPING)

Maddy?

Maddy? Is that you?

Sydney, I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna lift this off you.

No, it's too heavy.

It was always my body.

If he was strong enough
to do this, then so am I.

(SNIFFLES)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SYDNEY SOFTLY)
Hey. Hey.

Hey, stay with me. Hey.

Hey, look at me. Hey.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SYDNEY SNIFFLING)

(CRYING)

All my life, I've yearned

for a blood connection with someone.

Yet in the end,
it was right in front of me all along.

Blood or not,
you will always be my sister.

And I will always love you.

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)