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- Oh, don't wake up.

I'm running 20 k.

I'll be back to take Gemma to school.

- It'll take a while for her to come out

of the induced coma.

She has been in it for almost two weeks.

As for the head injury and brain swelling...

She may have memory loss.

- I'm hoping to wean her off the ventilator soon.

The danger is, if she stays on too long,

her lungs will forget how to breathe.

Has she had any other major health issues?

- I've been through all this already.

She had meningitis when she was four or five.

Other than that, nothing.

She's the healthiest person I know.

- Thank god. - Probably saved her life.

I think she's waking up.

- Dana?

Dana, can you hear me?

It's me, honey.

- Attention, please.

Visiting hours are over in fifteen minutes.

- G.

E.

G. G.

- Just try it again.

You don't have to type out full words.

The program's designed to predict

what you're trying to say.

- G.

E. Gemma.

- Gemma's good.

You know she's been in here every day.

Reading to you.

Singing to you.

We wanna get you back home soon.

Hello?

- Hello?

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

- Visitors are reminded

to please use the hand sanitizer

when entering or leaving the building.

Thank you.

- My tweets stay Intel...

- My eighteenth day in hell.

I feel trapped inside myself.

My own body is a prison.

I have to pee in a bag.

Eat through a tube.

Take me home.

Please.

I want to go home.

Trevor, you can come in.

- Hey, hey, hey.

You're getting pretty good on your little speak 'n spell.

You'll be doing all that scratching

and electro DJ stuff next.

- Someone...

Someone was...

- Someone in my room last night watching me.

- Last night?

- I hear a strange noise in my sleep.

- Well there's no-one here now.

D'you want me to check?

No. Nothing down here.

Just piss and poo.

What, you think there's someone hiding in there?

Hello?

Anybody home?

No. Just supplies.

Look, I know this place can give you the willies.

I mean, I've heard things,

especially at night when someone kacks.

- Kacks?

- You know, expires. - Stops respirating.

Dies.

Time for Mr. Bodywash.

- I don't need...

- Hey.

How you doing?

- I'll be fine.

- What does that mean, "I'll be fine"?

- I'll be fine.

- You're gonna have to put a brave face on for mom now.

Okay?

Okay, here we are.

Look, I know it looks a little rundown

from the outside, but...

The staff are really incredible.

- Please note that the loading

and unloading areas are for emergency vehicles only.

Illegally parked vehicles will be towed.

- Hey, do we need to sign in?

- That's okay, Mr. Milgrom.

- Thanks.

You're so talkative. I can never shut you up.

- You're such a weirdo.

- So... - You're an athletics coach?

I always admired people who can stay in shape.

I'm just lazy.

I sit and watch monster trucks and rallying.

Don't suppose you'd be into that

what with you being hit by a car.

Oh, I was, er, just finishing up her bath.

- So, how's she doing today?

- We may need to adjust her medication.

The painkillers are causing some hallucinations.

She thought there was somebody in her room last night.

- Maybe somebody walked in.

- None of the patients on this wing

are walking around at night, trust me.

I'll talk to miss Leaming about it.

In the meantime, you might wanna get the psychiatrist

to talk to her.

It's probably just an anxiety attack.

It happens.

- Hey, Gemma, can I speak to your mom for a second?

- I love you.

- Love you too.

- Hey, honey.

So, what's this about someone in your room?

- Someone was watching me last night.

- Are you sure?

Did they say anything?

- No.

Couldn't turn my head to see them.

Just heard them.

- Well, the ventilator's on all night.

Maybe...

It sounds like someone breathing.

- I don't like this place.

- Look, we never thought anything like this

could ever happen.

This is all the insurance will cover.

For now.

- Can't you stay here with me? - Please.

- What about Gemma? - I'm not a child.

I don't need anybody watching me.

You can stay here with mom.

I hope I didn't frighten you.

I didn't know there was anyone in here.

- Sorry, I...

Guess I shouldn't be wandering around.

- I'm Elizabeth Leaming, the director here.

You're Dana Milgrom's daughter, isn't that right?

- Yes. - I'm Gemma.

- Yes, I've seen you before visiting her.

She's very lucky to have your love and support.

- I don't think she feels very lucky right now.

- Maybe not right now.

But things will improve.

You'll see.

- Can you feel this one?

- Mmm.

- That's your ring finger.

- Sorry I'm so much trouble.

Maybe you should have stuck with Hannah.

What, after sixteen years and one child,

you're apologizing for stealing me from my first wife?

It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

Plus, you're much younger,

much hotter.

Which reminds me...

I was speaking to Jim

and he's gonna let me take over the men's

as well as the women's squad...

Until you're better.

Look,

this is the new girl I was telling you about,

Ashley.

She transferred in a couple of weeks ago.

You're gonna love her.

She's a total winner.

Never quits.

Never says no.

Are you ready to go?

I think mom's a little tired.

Okay, honey.

See you tomorrow.

- Forgive me.

Let me turn on a light.

How are you today, Dana?

- Scare me.

Didn't know you were there.

I hear you're having some issues.

Feelings that you're being watched.

You want to talk about it?

- I can't talk.

I can't talk. Hole in my throat.

- That's a great sign.

Humor is life affirming.

- Hmm.

Life is life affirming.

Death is nothing.

I know.

Was dead.

- Technically, yes.

You were dead for two or three minutes

before the paramedics revived you.

Do you have any memory of that experience?

- No memory.

Just voices. All around me.

- Who was it, paramedics?

- No.

Dead people.

Grabbing at me.

I could feel their hands.

I could feel their fingernails digging into my skin.

Pulling me down.

- Now you say you feel you're being watched?

- Something not right about this place.

I can sense it.

Nobody wants to listen.

They treat me like a child.

- Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Dana.

You're safe here.

We all want to help you.

- I wish Steve was here.

Or Gemma.

I miss watching her sleep.

When she was a baby

I would check on her all the time,

make sure she was breathing.

Just feel so alone without them.

- Hey.

- Someone...

Someone turned off machine.

- What?

- A man turned off the machine.

I saw him.

- Him who?

- Don't know.

Awful face. Long hands.

Not just watching me anymore.

- So just use the mouse pad

to click on whichever camera you want to...

The two in here and the one in the corridor outside.

Zoom in and out using the stick

and there's limited panning left to right.

Trust me, no-one's gonna sneak up on you now.

- Oh my god.

I didn't know that's what I looked like.

- Hi.

Yeah, I'm with Dana right now.

Listen, I really appreciate you getting her.

You're a life saver.

Okay.

I'll see you later back at the house.

Okay. Bye.

That was Ashley.

Remember, the new girl on the team?

She agreed to give Gemma a lift home from school.

- Ah.

- I couldn't think who else to call

- with all this craziness going on. - Mmm.

- Excuse me.

- I see they've installed the cameras, that's good.

That should put Dana's mind at ease.

I don't think her mind will be "at ease"

until we find out who shut off that ventilator.

- You're still insisting that somebody intentionally

switched off her breathing machine?

- Which is what she saw.

- Which would be attempted murder.

The machine failed.

And I'm incredibly apologetic about that.

We had it inspected. It was a freak occurrence.

- Just take care of her!

Or so help me god, I'll sue the arse off you

and this hospital.

- This is absolutely unacceptable.

Thank god it wasn't worse.

It could've been a total disaster!

- I've been telling you this for a long time,

we've got electrical issues.

D'you know what's in these walls?

Cloth wiring.

See what I mean?

There's rats in there the size of bloody pit bulls.

- That's why I keep this handy. - Trevor, that is enough!

We are supposed to have back-up

for our critical care assistants.

Mrs. Milgrom's ventilator is never supposed to fail.

Ever!

- Well, maybes if I wasn't doing the job of three people,

I'd be able to deal with it.

I'm a fully qualified nurse's aide.

All this handyman shit isn't part of my job description.

- We all have our crosses to bear.

- See, cloth wiring.

- Goodnight. - See you tomorrow.

- What are you looking at?

You don't talk much.

Do you like it here?

Shake one for yes, two for no.

Me neither.

Glad we agree.

Hello?

Who is it?

Can you hear me?

Are you patient here? Like me?

I have a breathing tube.

Hard to talk. Can you talk?

I saw someone in my room.

I think he tried to kill me.

Have you seen him too?

Hello? Are you still there?

Eric Nilsson.

- Paging doctor Stengel.

Please contact the nurse's station on the second floor.

Doctor Stengel, please, second floor.

- How's my little sweetheart doing?

- Can I ask you something?

You tell me honestly?

- Yeah, sure. - What about?

- About Eric Nilsson.

- I've never heard that name before.

- Nurse who worked here.

He killed himself in 1984.

- It's a bit before my time that.

I was only born in 1980.

- What do you know about Eric Nilsson?

- Look, I get paid minimum wage

to clean pans and bed sores.

I don't know anything about anything.

If you wanna know more,

ask your head shrinker, doctor Dracula.

He's an expert on Nilsson.

He's been working here since back then.

- Who's next door?

- Next door? - Mmm.

- You mean Ellie?

- Yeah, Ellie. - Who is she?

- Older lady. - She had a stroke.

She's been here a while.

I don't think she's got any family.

No-one comes to visit her.

It's a bit sad really.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

It's just more bed sores.

- Trevor, let me see.

- Calm down.

- Oh my...

- Settle down. - You'll hurt yourself.

- Trevor...

Trevor, stop it!

Trevor, please, don't!

Trevor, no, please...

Trevor... Please, don't...

- Settle down. - You'll upset yourself.

- Please, I don't want to go to sleep.

He'll get me while I sleep.

He'll get me while I sleep, Trevor.

- You know that Eric Nilsson has been dead...

For nearly thirty years?

- Trevor says you know all about Nilsson.

You worked here with him. Is that true?

- I am not sure I like where that question is leading.

- You don't like the question...

Don't answer.

- Alright.

If I tell you, will you promise me to take it at face value?

No boogeymen? No evil spirits?

- Yes.

- The first time I met Eric Nilsson,

he wasn't working here.

He was brought in as a patient, in 1972.

I honestly don't know much about his past.

The records were sealed in his case.

He'd been in foster care

and had obviously been the victim of abuse.

The most heartbreaking thing is

many of his injuries were self-inflicted.

We had to keep his fingernails clipped short every day.

To stop him from tearing at his own flesh.

He improved over time.

I continued to work with him,

to help him heal his physical and emotional scars.

Over the years he came to feel that Hopewell was his home.

When he became an adult he even asked for a job here.

It seemed the most natural thing to everyone.

Eric was part of the place by then.

- Go on.

- He seemed completely cured

except for one lingering obsession.

He made a point of grooming the children's hands.

Clipping their nails.

But instead of throwing the clippings out,

he used to collect them.

Save them in little envelopes.

We all thought it was just a harmless echo

of what he'd gone through.

But some of the staff gave him a nickname because of it.

They used to call him "nails".

- What happened to nails?

- In 1984, shortly after he started work here,

we had an unusual number of child deaths.

Five, in fact. All girls.

The police investigated.

Nothing was ever proved, but suspicion fell on Eric.

And when they found those little packets of fingernail clippings

from the dead girls...

Why did he kill the girls?

- I've asked myself that for the past thirty years.

Eric seemed genuinely devoted to those girls.

I think in his own twisted mind he was freeing them.

Saving them from the abuse that he'd endured.

They'd stay innocent forever.

And then he hanged himself.

- Where did nails kill himself?

- That's not important.

- Was it here at the hospital?

Was it here in my room?

In that cupboard?

- I've already said more than I should.

Eric Nilsson is dead and gone, Dana.

His tortured soul is at rest.

He is not coming back.

- Hey, mom.

Hope I'm not calling too late.

Are you okay?

- Yes.

This is my happy face.

Same as my angry face.

- I wanted to come to the hospital,

but dad said I've missed so much school with your recovery.

- He's right.

- He feels...

I don't know how to say it.

I think he feels responsible.

Like he's failed you somehow.

- He hasn't.

- It's just so hard.

He's on the phone all day

with these dickhead insurance people.

Sorry, shouldn't swear.

- It's okay.

You swear all the time.

Don't think I know.

- Here, I brought you some snacks.

- Thanks. - I'm just talking to mom.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Milgrom.

I'm Ashley from the track team.

- Yes.

Steve said you were helping with Gemma.

- Oh, wow, is that...

Does that thing talk for you?

Er, I'm sorry to interrupt your mother-daughter time.

It's just I've heard so much about you from Steve.

He says you're an incredible coach.

I can't wait for you to coach me.

- Bye, mom. - Love you.

- Bye.

- Ellie?

Ellie, can you hear me?

I want to talk to you.

- It's okay. - It's me.

It's Trevor. It's okay.

You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

- Here, let me do it.

- No. - I have to do it myself.

There. You see him?

You see?

- I'm sorry, honey, but...

what am I supposed to be seeing?

- It's, it's there. - Nails.

Eric Nilsson. That horrible thing.

Why can't you see him?

- I wish I could see something.

Anything.

All I can see is Trevor running in.

- Listen, it's gonna be okay.

Look...

I'll go and talk to Trevor.

Maybe he did see something.

- Trevor is my friend.

He's the only one I can trust.

- I'm glad you feel you can trust him.

- He saved my life.

- Great.

What a guy.

You know, I'm not sure these cameras

were such a good idea.

- What do you mean?

- They're just reinforcing your fears.

- No, they're my only protection.

- They're just making you paranoid.

- No. - No, please.

Please don't take them away, Steve.

Please.

Steve.

Steve!

- Maybe you should go and keep your mother company.

I don't know what to think.

She's absolutely certain there's something

in the surveillance video.

- You hear the knocking sound?

- A knocking sound?

Yeah, maybe there's some kind of noise.

- Ellie. - Next door.

She tried to wake me up. She tried to warn me.

She knows... All about nails.

You go and ask her. She'll tell you.

- Okay. - I'll talk to her.

- We have many other patients at this facility...

And none of them are reporting people

creeping into their rooms.

Only your wife.

- It's not uncommon for patients who've suffered

severe brain injury to have paranoid visions.

- Oh yeah?

Well, it's only after she came here to recover

that she started seeing things.

- Hello?

Ellie?

My name is Gemma Milgrom.

My mother Dana is in the room next door.

My mom...

She said you were knocking

on the wall.

Trying to warn her about something.

She thinks there's something trying to hurt her.

A nurse who used to work here named Eric Nilsson.

I'm sorry.

- Dad.

- Gemma, what were you doing in there?

- That woman. - She had some kind of attack.

- Right.

No-one's getting in or out of there.

No way, no how.

- It's no good.

Won't help.

- Sure it will.

You'd need a fire axe to get through there.

- It's not a person.

It's an evil thing.

- Come on now.

- Trevor, you saw it.

I know you saw it.

- I didn't see anything.

- I talked to Stengel.

He told me nails killed children.

Then nails killed himself. In this room.

- In here?

I didn't know that.

- Have there been others who saw nails?

- No and I sure as hell haven't.

- Yes, you have.

- Look, you need to stop talking about this.

Spending all your time looking at that computer

and those cameras.

It's putting a hex on your brain all that radiation.

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to sit

too close to the television?

- Trevor, you have to help me get out of here.

I have to go home.

- You will, but not yet. - You're not ready.

- No, please, you have to help me get out.

- Look, I've got other patients I've gotta see.

I've gotta go.

- Please.

Trevor...

Nobody believes me.

- Look, I locked the damn door, didn't I?!

I'm not your husband.

Get him to get you out of here.

- He... he doesn't listen.

- People ask me:

Why can I see ghosts?

The answer is:

I am gifted with a third eye that allows me to perceive

multi-dimensional beings on many different plains.

- Do you wanna talk about it:

The second sight, your gift?

- Gift?

Yeah, well, I just wish I could give this gift to you

for a little while and you see what it's like.

I started seeing her, the...

Spirit, the...

The vapors, whatever you wanna call it.

- The gray woman?

- Yeah.

I started seeing her a couple weeks after my accident.

I work for the power company.

I touched a live cable with...

This hand, the crippled one.

They say I was dead for two or three minutes.

I think maybe that's why I see her.

The gray woman.

Cos I was dead, like her.

- Is she... - Here now with us?

The gray woman?

- Ms. Leaming, I need to talk to you about Dana.

I mean, Mrs. Milgrom.

- What is it now?

- The other night,

when I came into her room, when she pressed the buzzer...

I thought I saw something.

- Are you telling me

that you saw the same evil spirit as Mrs. Milgrom?

- Not, not head on.

- More felt it.

It's, it's hard to put it into words.

- Have you talked to anybody about this?

- No, just Mrs. Milgrom.

It's not me. It's that doctor Stengel.

He told her about the children that died

and about that nurse, Eric Nilsson.

Did you know about him?

- Eric Nilsson was devoted to those children.

I don't believe he would ever consciously harm any of them.

- He stabbed five little girls with a hypodermic.

That's pretty fucked up, even for a psychopath.

- It has taken this institution many years

to put that behind us.

Now I don't want people dredging up old history.

You have other patients to look after.

- Look, Ms. Leaming, I really think Dana is in trouble.

- This conversation is over!

- Now I understand why I can see it.

Because I was dead myself.

I know there is something here.

I still don't know why it wants me.

But I know its name is nails.

I can say it without fear.

There is power in that.

I have survived two attempts to kill me.

Three if I count the car accident.

I am a survivor.

- Nothing can, nothing...

- You will die, you will die in here...

You will die in here.

- Nobody here...

will free you.

Rip your skull. Tear your flesh.

Steve fucking Ashley in your bed.

- Fuck.

What...

Do...

You want...

from me?

- Yeah, have that, fucker!

Dana?

- I suppose you're gonna tell me

it's her imagination now, huh?

You see her legs.

You see how he tortured her.

- I assure you,

we're doing everything possible to find out

who did this to your wife.

- I think it's pretty damn obvious who did it!

It's that tattooed weirdo you've had in here

pawing her up.

- No, it wasn't Trevor.

It wasn't Trevor.

- I brought her as soon as I got your call, Steve.

- You called the police, right?

- Well, I wanted to reach you first.

You don't really think we need to involve the authorities?

- Christ, is that all you care about?

You've got a maniac roaming the halls torturing people!

- Steve, please, it wasn't Trevor.

He didn't hurt me.

- I'm sorry.

Ms. Leaming found this downstairs in Trevor's room.

It's your file from thirty years ago,

under your maiden name Breiman.

You were here as a child when you had meningitis.

And you were here when Eric Nilsson

killed those five girls.

- No.

- Trevor is some kind of deranged copy-cat.

- It's a lie!

- Hello?

- Yes, this is Elizabeth Leaming at Hopewell hospital.

- Please state the nature of your emergency.

- One of our female patients has been attacked.

- No, it was nails.

Nails hurt me!

- Jesus Christ, Dana.

Stop it! There is no nails!

- You're a fucking idiot.

And I'm sorry I married you.

Nails is gonna kill us all.

- Please state the nature of your emergency.

- I already told you!

One of our patients has been attacked in her bed.

- Has she been bad?

- What?

- Is that why he hurt her?

- Who is this?

- Turn around and I'll show you.

- You really do belong in a madhouse. - Dad!

- Steve, I don't mean to intrude

on a family dispute, but...

Dana is paralyzed and she's under a lot of stress.

- Shut up, you whore! - I don't need your fucking help!

- Dana!

- It's alright.

I'll go wait in the car, Steve.

- Yeah, yeah, you stay away from my family, you whore!

- Calm down! - I know what you did!

I saw you with her!

- What are you talking about?

- I saw you with her in our bedroom.

It was nails. He showed me on the computer.

You fucked her.

- I'm not listening to this shit.

- Yeah, run. - Run away.

You always fucking run.

You left your first wife for me.

And now you leave me for Ashley

because she is much younger than me.

She is much hotter than me.

- You know what...

I give up.

- You are insane! - Dad, stop it!

Just stop it!

- Where the fuck is that woman with police?!

You stay here with her.

Try to calm her down.

I'm gonna try and get help.

- Dad...

- Listen,

do you believe me?

- Yes.

- No.

Do you believe me about nails?

Then you have to go.

I can't run but you can.

- No.

- You have to leave me here.

- I'm not going without you. - We'll both stay here.

- Get me the wheelchair.

- No, don't!

- Gemma, I can breathe.

Get the, the needle.

Ah...

Gemma, my neck.

- I can't, mom. - I can't do it.

- Gemma, you have to do it!

- Oh my god.

Come on. Get up.

- I'm too heavy.

I'm too heavy. Just leave me.

- I'm not leaving you. - Get up.

You are not going to die here.

Now help me.

- Ash?

Ash, where are you?

Jesus Christ, what a fucking night.

Ash?

- Mom, I can't see where we're going.

- Gemma...

- It's okay, mom, I'm okay.

Is anybody there?

Hello?

- Mom?

- Mom? - Just do it.

- Mom, I can't hold you.

Mom, can you hear me? Mom?

- Help!

Please, somebody help us. My mom is injured.

- No, please, just leave me, will you leave me alone.

- Who's there?

I've been buzzing and no-one's answering.

- I'm sorry. - I can't help you.

- Please, please. - Please don't leave me.

- Mom?

Mom, can you hear me?

Mom?

Hello?!

- What on earth is going on here?

My god, Mrs. Milgrom, what happened to you?

What are you doing out of bed?

- Please, we have to go. - He's coming.

- He who?

You're bleeding. Your face is cut.

- Please, just take Gemma.

- No, I'm not leaving you.

- I don't know what's going on,

but your mother needs medical attention immediately.

And you may need a sedative, young lady.

Jesus Christ!

You're as batshit crazy as your mother!

No.

What are you doing?! Open the door!

- I love you.

I will always love you.

You're... You're so beautiful.

And you are so brave.

- And I will never let anybody hurt you.

- Mom, don't do this.

Open the door. Mom!

Stop it.

Please!

- Can you hear me?

Can you tell me what happened?

Do you know who did this to you?

- It was nails.

He killed her.

He killed my mom.

- Who is nails?

- I don't feel safe here.

Someone in my room last night watching me.

Take me home.

Please.

I want to go home.