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- John.

- Anthony.

- John.

- Now is not a good time.

- How the hell are ya, John?

You all right?

You, uh, fucked up?

I mean, I know I'm a bit fucked
up,

but it's just the whiskey.

I imagine you are fucked up

in a whole different kinda way,
huh?

- I'm fine, Anthony.

I just need to get back to my
work.

- Oh yeah?

What page are you on, John?

Huh?

- I just reached page 40.

I believe.

Yes.

One of the companions is
missing.

And so is his knife.

So yes, I just reached page 40.

- I see.

Okay, John.

I thought you'd be special.

But I'm afraid your time is up.

What can I say?

I'm very sorry.

- I just reached page 40.

- You've been on page 40
for six goddamn weeks.

- What?

No.

No, it can't have been.

I don't have that much time.

- But Lamont says it's time
for the book to move on.

- Wouldn't do that, Anthony.

It doesn't like violence.

- Well then, it's gonna hate me.

God damnit, John.

You are past page 40.

- Oh look, you're right.

Page 43.

- Fuck you.

- It would be painless.

Or so it keeps telling me.

- Fuck you, John.

Son of a--

- If only there was a quicker
way.

To just skip to the end.

- Your device storage is full.

Create cloud storage?

- Private journal
from Luke Harding.

This is for whoever reads the
book next.

I'm not sure how I've made it
this far,

but maybe my story will help
you reach the end of yours.

How did this all start?

I guess you need to know how
I ended up with the book.

I need to back up a couple of
cases,

when I first started
working for Mr. Fairweather.

I thought it was a
simple surveillance job.

Follow 10 people.

And catch them doing
something just a little dirty.

It sounded simple enough.

Hell, I'd already knocked
off the first eight.

But the ninth was a
well-respected priest.

I really thought this
one would take awhile.

But I was forgetting what
side of the tracks I was on.

- Prostitution is immoral.

Proverb 23:27.

For a prostitute is a
deviant and an adulteress.

- Let's say I
give you the candy 'round back

and then call it a night.

- I was so close to a payday.

But what I didn't realize

was something really valuable
was passing through town.

My employer was about to make
a very dangerous power play.

And there I was,

about to walk right into
the middle of it all.

I had to keep my tail between my
legs.

Because as easy as the first
nine on my list had been,

the 10th had proven impossible.

- Let's go.

- It was time to have an
audience

with Mr. Fairweather,

a wrestling promoter turned
crook.

The champ had arrived.

Scotty was Fairweather's right
hand man.

We went back.

We had been friends and
enemies several times.

I wasn't sure where the
scorecard had left off

when Scotty introduced me to
Fairweather.

And I was too broke to care.

- Lookin'
forward to tonight, man.

- So there's two things, all
right.

Two things.

- I'm gonna give
your guys a throw down.

- Are you in the show?

- Pardon?

- Oh, are you workin' with
Fairweather?

- I work for myself.

- Me, I'm both.

You doin' a list?

You know, basic shit.

Try to find a little dirt on
each person.

- Yeah,
throw down--

- Hey, who took my fuckin'
cheese grater?

Was it fuckin' you?

- Take it easy, Ferox.

Mr. Fairweather will see you
now.

- Mr. Luke Harding.

I gotta tell ya, I got
a five year old niece

who could fly a drone better
than you.

But you got what I
needed for that guy, so.

- Good.

- I just got one

glaringly obvious thing the
discuss here.

Seeing as how I gave you a
list with 10 names on it.

- I know, but--

- Now, I ain't no math magician,

but I'm only seein'

nine files here.

Yo Larry.

- Yes, sir.

- If I was to ask you for, say,

10 cigars,

what would you do?

Bring you 10 cigars, Mr.
Fairweather.

- And if you only came back with
nine?

- Oh no.

I'd never come back with only
nine, sir.

- You see, Luke, that's why
Larry

is wearing more expensive
shoes than you are.

Why he smells better.

Why he has a nicer haircut.

Why there's

pussy hangin' off him all the
time.

Because Larry

knows how to fucking count to
10!

- Look,

I followed that Gary
Huang guy for a month.

Kid's clean.

- So you're goin' to bat
for this Squeaky McClean?

- Yes.

- So I'm payin' you to tell me

that this kid could be standin'
at the gates of heaven,

and God himself wouldn't
find the parking ticket.

- Yes.

And even with our contract,

that states you only pay 1/2.

- I know our fucking
contract, Mr. Harding.

And believe me,

it was a one time thing.

Now get the hell outta my
office.

- Actually, I was hoping

to get that 1/2 now.
- When Mr. Fairweather

says it's time to go, it's time
to go.

- If you don't mind, I have some
bills.

- Yeah, if I don't mind.

Suddenly you're all detente.

If you don't mind, Mr.
Fairweather,

if you don't mind, Mr.
Fairweather.

Well, I mind.

For fuck's sake.

What the fuck am I payin' ya
for?

Gimme a runway, god damnit.

Okay.

Here's your salary.

You're a miserable failure,
Harding.

- Please welcome to the stage,
Ruby Reds.

- Happy birthday to me.

Time for my annual email
from my father's estate.

He paid to record dozens
of messages for me

from his deathbed.

It was the greatest gift of all:

a reminder that he was dead.

- So, son, it's your 37th
birthday.

You were my one chance for a
legacy.

- Hey.

- And look what I got to work
with.

- Two shots, whiskey.

- You miserable excuse for a
human being.

- Thanks for askin', dad.

- Now, I know that life
has probably chewed you up

and spit you out a few times.

- Angelina's doin' just fine.

- You were the most pointless
part

of my existence.
- I don't see her much, but

- Your whore of a mother
hated every second of you.

- I try to be there for her.

- And she,

I think it's safe to say
that you are probably worth--

- Having a terrible father

was no excuse for being one.

My daughter, Angelina,

was havin' a rough go at her
mother's.

And here I was, just squeezin'
by.

And only gettin' 1/2 my pay

meant I wasn't crawlin' out
of my hole any time soon.

But the least it was a start.

Monica.

- Luke.

- I got my rent.

And what I was short last month.

- It looks like Luke and Monica

are up to something'.

- What?

- Are you sure you can do this?

- Just take it while I got it.

- Neighbor, hey.
- Hey Edwin.

- Hey, how you doin'?

- Shut up.

- Yeah, is it raining today,

do you think?
- No, I'm good.

- It's not gonna rain to day.

- I'm just tired of it.

- What are you mumblin' about?

- You got nothin' to say.

- I hope it doesn't rain.

- I hope it doesn't rain, too,
buddy.

- Get a drink.

You old cow.
- You worthless piece of shit.

- The mountains are out.

- Yeah, they certainly are.

I guess the dream was
to land one big case.

Earn enough to move to a
better section of town.

Work for a bigger player.

Like Mr. Lamont.

He ran this city.

A job from him could
change a man's destiny.

Whereas a call from Fairweather

tended to be more trouble
than it was worth.

Hello?

- Mr. Harding.

Jules Fairweather here.

- What now?

- Don't be like that.

I was actually just callin' to
apologize.

I sometimes let my
emotions get ahead of me.

I get so used to dealin' with
dip-shits all day, you know.

You know how it is.

Anyway, it looks like
you're right on point

with this Gary Huang kid.

So, my partners and I have a
little test.

Our friend Gary Hung has passed
this test,

so now we need to
deliver to him his prize.

- What kind of prize?

- Well, that's the $10,000
question, isn't it?

- What do you mean?

- I give you 10 grand
to deliver this package,

and you never ask that question
again.

- That's a lot of money.

This isn't some kind of hit or
anything?

- A hit?

You think if I'm gonna commit a
homicide,

my first instinct

is to call up some trailer
park garbage for fuck's,

fuckin' Christ.

I'm just really sorry.

I

must be off my meds.

Thank you for your patience.

I have a simple, but very
important thing I ask.

Deliver a package to Gary Huang,
and I,

I can't stress this enough,

Gary himself has to be
the who opens it now.

You've tailed this guy for a
month, so,

you know his schedule.

Simple delivery job.

- I'll be there in an hour.

- What a fuckin' idiot.

- Luke.

- So, now's the time?

- Yeah.

Doctor Who is on in a couple of
hours,

and Gary always watches it
alone.

- Hmm.

Then go to it.

My associates will accompany
you.

- Well, I don't really need 'em.

- Oh relax.

They're on your side now.

Gentle as kittens.

- Meow.

- I guess this Gary Huang is
a pretty lucky guy, right?

- Don't fish, Luke.

It's very unbecoming.

- Gimme your piece.

- Who the fuck is this?

- Got no idea.

- But you know this is the first
time

that someone's actually passed
the test.

- What the hell are you talking
about?

- Scotty, you gotta pay
more fuckin' attention.

- Forgive me if I'm too busy
main-eventing

and getting laid
- Oh God.

To worry about your extra hired
goon.

- You make it
sound so fuckin' dirty.

- You fuckin' thing.

- What the fuck does he want?

- He fuckin' shot me.

- Turn it.

- Oh fuck.

- Hustle, he's--

- Scotty, I'm fucking dying,
man.

I fucking need you to do
something or--

- You want it in the temple?

- Or I need to go to
the hospital, you fuck.

- Fuck this.

- Scotty.

Fuck, Scotty.

- Unlock the door.

- Scotty.
- Open the door.

Let's go.

You, get the fuck out.

Hurry up.

Face the door.

Face the door, you fuckin'
prick.

If they don't come in shooting.

I'm callin' Fairweather.

That was stupid.

You really wanna do this, Luke?

You really wanna take on the
champ?

Huh?

That's why you can never
play heal, brother.

- Yeah?

- Oh shit.

Luke.

God damn karma.

Truce?

- All right.

Scotty.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's all good.

I don't want any trouble.

This is what you want, right?

- Shit.

Oh.

Oh, where you goin'?

I'm not done.

I'm not done.

You get the fuck outta here.

Was it Lamont?

Huh?

Did Lamont send you?

Huh?

Oh fuck!

Ow, shit.

- Scotty.

- Oh fuck.

Who the fuck are you?

Fuck you, you--
- Shh.

- Fuck.

- What do you
need, what do you need?

- My glasses, my glasses.

No, no, no, no, no, you.

You put them on.

Look at me, look at me.

I look good, right?

You look great, Scotty.
- Oh yeah,

I'll leave a good-lookin'
corpse.

Ow.

- Whatever was in that package

had somehow saved my life.

Maybe deep down I felt
a connection with it.

Like I owed it something.

But the truth is, I killed
one of Lamont's men.

Not exactly the introduction
I was looking for.

If he was somehow involved,

then I needed to get rid of
that package immediately.

But I was still chasin' money.

- I can feel you
reading this as I write.

The creature draws near.

I can't help you survive.

But if you want me to free your
soul,

you need only to stand up.

Otherwise,

- Please remain seated
while reading this book.

Where are my keys.

God damnit, where are my keys?

- Hello?

- I don't like gettin' shot at.

But lucky for you, I
still got your package.

You want it back?

- Well, yeah.

- Here's the deal.

You pay me what you
promised for the delivery,

I bring you the package back.

We can call it danger pay for
keeping your merchandise safe.

- All right.

- My place.

Tomorrow at noon.

45th and Thurlow.

Unit 273.

- Very well.

- Oh Jules, what
did you possibly think

you could steal from me?

Well, my friend, I hope you're
ready.

I want you to go there,
tomorrow, noon.

Pay whatever the price,
and bring me back my book.

- Okay.

- And bring Jacob with you.

Things have been messed up
enough already.

I think we should err on the
side of caution on this one.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hi honey.

- Hey dad.

Can you hear me okay?

- Yeah, how are you?

- Look, do remember when
you said that, you know,

if things ever got
rough for me or whatever

that I could come stay with
you for awhile or something?

- Yeah, I remember that.

No, no, that's fine.

It won't take me long to
straighten up.

- Luke, it's like almost 11
o'clock here.

- I know.

Yeah, I just realized what
a terrible idea this is.

- Am I supposed to mace you now?

- I hope not.

- Tell me what the hell it is
you want.

- Your cleaning services.

And I can help.

And I got this.

I didn't have any cash left,

but I do have this fine bottle
of brandy.

It's worth over $90.

There's still at least 50 bucks
worth.

- You want me to help you clean

that shit-hole apartment of
yours tonight?

- And I can pay you more later,
too.

- Look, I'm sorry, Luke.

I clean all day, and I just
really wanna--

- I understand.

But you know, just keep that
bottle brandy, and I'll just,

I'm sorry I bugged you.

- Why do you want that
apartment of yours cleaned

by tomorrow?

- My daughter.

She's coming.
- Oh no.

You do not lay some sob story on
me.

Especially about some kid.

How old is she?

- 18, just.

- How rough's she had it?

- Very rough.

- So there's a slim chance right
now

that you can make up for
a fraction of the crap

that you put her through.

- A small chance.

- And you've got paper towels?

- Well yeah, I think I've got
a--

- I'll be over in five.

- Oh my God, thank you so much.

- Be ready.

- I will.

- I knew this was a job for big
old Bobby.

Okay.

I'll get started here.

You get to the bathroom.

And don't hesitate to throw
anything out.

I'm gonna stack anything that
looks important on your table.

You can go through it later.

Okay.

Only two more trips to the
dumpster and then we're done.

- It's so--

- Adequate?

So, how long's it been?

Since you've seen your daughter?

- Two years.

Probably more.

- You miss her?

- So much.

But I mean, I ain't got much.

- You've got a safe place to
sleep.

Sometimes that's enough.

- I guess.

- There was a time in my life
where I would have killed

for just enough stability
to get somethin' goin'.

We make a pretty good team, you
and me.

You didn't step on my toes once.

- You know you're--

- What?

- Quite...

- What?

- I'm sorry, it's just--

- Yeah, it's okay.

You looked interested.

- With my daughter comin' here
soon--

- It's okay.

You go be good daddy now.

- My dad always said

it's better to piss a
woman off for a night

than for a lifetime.

Like always, I wish he was out
of my head.

The thing is, Monica was the
sharpest one in the tenement.

She didn't deserve to get
caught up with someone like me.

Shit.

- We knew from the
moment we saw its fleshy nest

we must destroy it.

I dragged it to the soft
ground using a whaling hook,

where we buried it immediately.

- What a weak, miserable,
pathetic excuse for a--

- First entry for a
personal interest case.

Attempting to assess the
value of an untitled journal.

Something about an explorer
trapped in the woods.

If it is a true journal,

he's clearly going insane from
panic.

- Your device storage is full.

- What?

I should have tons.

First entry for a personal
interest case.

Attempting to assess the
value of an untitled journal.

The text appears to be
handwritten in ink.

First journal entry for Luke
Harding.

This is the first entry for
a personal interest case.

I'm trying to figure out,

assessing the value of
a book with no title

that I think might be priceless.

His ship landed in 1903.

There were 20 in his original
party.

Some kind of residue,

I had enough of this fuckin',

what the hell was I just saying?

God damnit.

That thing in the bathroom
couldn't have been real.

I just need some sleep.

- Page 18.

My companions don't seem
to be showing any symptoms,

but I know my mind has been
poisoned.

I feel my memories shattering

until I can't trust my own
thoughts.

I can't trust anyone.

- I'm coming.

- You must be Luke Harding.

- You're with Fairweather?

- We came for the package.

- Excuse my eager friend,
but we are here for business.

- It's on the table.

You don't look familiar.

- You do.

Do you work for Fairweather
much?

- Only once, but it's been a
long job.

- My God.

You've only had it for one day?

- Yeah.

Wait, what?

Look,

I just want that thing gone.

- I'm afraid it's a little late
for that.

Thank you for your time.

- Where are you goin'?

We had a deal.

- We came for a package,
not this coloring book.

- That's bullshit.

Look, I just need that money.

- You have any problems,
take it up with Fairweather.

Hey, why don't buy some sleeves.

- I'm really very sorry, Mr.
Harding.

But believe me, there's
nothing more we can do for you.

- God damnit.

Come on, answer, you bastard.

- Hello.

- Fairweather.

- Yeah, this is Jules
Fairweather.

- It's Luke Harding.

Your men came, then refused the
package.

- I see.

Did you by chance open the book?

- Well, yeah.

- Ah, that would
explain things from my end.

- Look, I just need that money.

I don't care about some stupid
book.

- Shit, Harding.

Let's just say that's about to
change.

- I could snipe him, easy.

- The man's performed a miracle.

And all you can think to do is
kill him?

Mr. Lamont.

- Do you have it?

- It's inside, but it's been
compromised.

- Tragic, but acceptable.

- The guy is on page 18.

- Pardon?

- It's true, sir.

Page 18.

- In one night?

- Of my own eyes.

I saw it.

- Well, that changes everything.

- Just remember to
remain seated.

We've lost many good people to
the hooks.

- What hooks?

- Well, they come with the book.

- What?

- The rest will come from you.

You just gotta get to the
ending.

I doubt you'll survive, but who
knows.

- I don't want him touched.

Observe and get closer.

I want a full study.

- As much as I'd
like to break out my violin

and play the sad tune you wanna
hear,

I'm in over my head, too.

And we need to work together

to get out of it.
- We had a simple deal.

I want you to come and
pick up this god damn book.

- No advice I give

will make any sense to ya right
now.

We're just gonna have to
wait until you've read more.

- I've hacked into his phone.

It's recording a conversation
right now.

- Anything unusual.

- Do not send those
two monkeys over here anymore.

- It sounds like he's talking to
flies.

- I imagine he does.

That's what I expected.

- It was at that moment I
decided,

whether it was a possessed book,

a toxic hallucinogenic,

or they were testing
some elaborate con on me,

I would treat this like any
other case.

I keep leaving notes to myself.

To help with my sudden
lapses in my memory.

I would use the explorer's
own words to track him

and plot out his journey.

The creature was so hideous,
their instinct was to bury it.

Then the madness set in.

Hallucinations, memory loss, and
paranoia.

But the explorer only
had a feather and ink

to try and document his
experience.

Whereas I could separate and
organize his random thoughts.

I just need to keep track.

I began with two companions,

a lantern,

a length of rope,

and a knife.

Maybe

this substance is made
from some rare plant.

I had to get to know him.

How can an explorer simply bury

the discovery of a lifetime?

And then it hit me.

The one thing the explorer was
doing

that was out of character.

To keep such immaculate records,

he had never once mentioned
this mysterious substance.

What if he had brought it back.

What if this isn't just a
journal of the creature?

This is its tomb.

That is, assuming that it's
dead.

In these brief flashes, somehow,

it all just comes together.

And I know exactly where he is.

And what he needs to do.

- I hid your keys.

- And what he needs to do.

- I hid your keys.

- Hello?

- I hid your keys.

- Daddy.

- Daddy!

Jesus.

Sorry.

Hi.

- Come on in.

- Okay, sorry.

- So, how was the bus?

- Yeah, um.

Sorry I was late.

- That's okay.

I'll give you as much space as I
can.

You come and go as you like.

And you're really on
route to someplace else,

and you just stopped by to sting
me,

there's a firebox wedged
behind the bookcase there.

What little stuff of
value I've got is in it.

I'm not saying that I think
that's what you came for,

just that I'd understand.

And I wouldn't recommend
bringing any guys home.

Sorry, but that's the best I can
offer.

- That's okay.

- How's the couch?

- Yeah, it's comfy, I guess.

- I'm gonna go take a nap.

- Yep.

- Hello?

- Luke.

How's the apartment holding up?

- It's doin' great.

- Great.

Um, listen.

I've been getting a lot of calls
lately.

- What kind of calls?

- Mrs. Oats.

She's always seeing things
around here.

And I figured,

since we have a private
detective in the building,

I might as well give him a call

and ask him if he wants to--

- I hear somethin'.

You're cookin', aren't you?

- Yeah, just lunch.

- Same plans for dinner?

- Is this an invitation?

- My place?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- You're still alive.

Damn good thing there's
no gambling in hell

or I'd be a poor man right now.

- I don't know what you're on
about.

- Lamont must be pissed

a moron like you comes along--
- Look--

- And passes page 40.

- Then why don't you give my
five grand.

And I'll take it today.

- You won't be goin' anywhere.

You probably already tried
to leave a dozen times.

Walked around in some daze,

only to end up back in front of
the book.

It doesn't work.

And it only wears ya out
quicker.

- I keep seeing things.

- Ah, most of it's
just in your head now.

You just need to get to
the end of the story.

- What's so special about the
ending?

- That's what
I wanted to find out.

I stole the book to harness its
power.

Just remember,

all this shit started the
moment you opened that book.

And it'll finish when
you're done reading it.

- Just read the book.

The voice spoke as if
it were my own thoughts,

constantly trying to trick me.

Okay.

- You miserable little
pencil-pecker.

- Fuck you, dad.

- Did you just tell
your father to fuck off?

And who the hell is this?

- So, today,

I can go to Julie's place.

She's this girl I met on the
bus.

And she said she's gonna help me

with my resume and stuff, so.

- Yeah, great.

- Yeah.

Are there any openings at your
office?

- No.
- Maybe?

Nothing, like in the mail room
or--

- No, no, no, no.

I mean, I'm not an accountant.

- Oh.

Okay, so what do you do then?

- Uh, surveillance, security.

- What, like a private eye?

Why wouldn't you you tell me

you were a private investigator?

It's, like, badass.

- Just wanted to set a good
example.

- By pretending to be
an accountant?

Here, I'll take it out for you,
I'm out.

- Don't you have to finish
gettin' dressed first?

- I am finished.

- Ain't that a bra?

- Well, like,

it acts like one, but it's like
a shirt.

Too, kinda.

- Can you zip it up,

and just pretend that's how
you're gonna look today?

- Yeah.

Fine.

Oh, um,

thanks.

You know, for the couch.

- No worries.

- Okay.

See ya.

- Sorry.

- Fuck, man.

This job usually has caviar and
shit.

Why the hell are we
bothering with this nobody?

- Because he's got
street smarts, like you.

- Yeah, you're right.

All this time they've been
dickin' around

with these Harvard grad types
like you.

- Oh, hold on.

- But it takes a man like
me to get the job done.

- Help.

- It's true.

- Help.

- All this time Lamont's
been trying to lure it

like it's some kind of princess.

And the fact is,
- Help me.

- It's nothing but a soulless,
primitive

monster.

- Exactly.

See, if it were me, I would
just pretend to read the thing.

- How 'bout that.

Two minutes on the job,

and you've already solved the
whole thing.

- Oh, one more thing.

As a piece of advice.

Shit goes down, walk away.

Safety first.

- You're gonna be around
a long time, Boston.

- Oh for fuck's sakes.

- About this equipment.

Did you have family in the Cold
War?

- What?

- Exactly what I thought.

- Jesus.

- God damnit, am I thirsty.

- Nice camera placement, Boston.

- Note to self,
I already have water.

- Okay, this place gets a
C plus for sandwich fixins.

- Fuck, I'm thirsty.

- Find me.

- Something's happening.

- Fuck.

- That was, uh, fascinating.

- I have a rope,
a lantern, and a knife.

- What?

No mustard?

This place is spooky.

- This is all in your head.

Fuck.

- Hey, dad, remember when
I told you about Julie?

- Pleased to meet you, Mr.
Harding.

- Yeah, you too.

- We were just gonna watch a
movie.

So, I didn't think you'd mind.

- Yeah, okay.

Well, you two have a good time.

- Dad?

- Yeah?

- Julie is my special friend.

- Well, that I didn't know.

You and me are gonna have a
talk.

- If you have a problem with
this,

I can just go.
- Hey, my daughter's sexuality

is none of my business.

But if you wanna sit
that close to her, it is.

Now, my daughter is a very
special person

with a lot of dreams and
ambitions.

And I don't want her
hookin' up with some--

- Dad!

- Person with one thing on their
mind.

So what are your intentions?

- Um.

Noble.

We're just getting to know each
other.

Seeing if we click or not.

- Well, I don't think you have
to sit that close to do that,

but so be it.

You're outta here by 11:30.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, enjoy the movie.

- Thanks.

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh my God.

That was so cute.

- That was not cute.

That was so embarrassing.

- Don't be.

Hey.

He puts you on that same
pedestal that I want to.

- Where was I?

I could feel exposure to the
book boring holes in my memory

as it assaulted me with my past.

God damnit, where are my keys?

So you might wanna wear
gloves when you read it.

As for me, it was a little late.

So I decided to meet this thing
head-on.

- Just as your notes
predict, here you are.

Welcome to the future, Mr.
Harding.

- Dad, are you home?

I need the shower.

Hello?

Is someone there?

(low growling

Dad, is that you?
- Where are my fuckin' keys?

- Stay calm, Mr. Harding.

You're experiencing a
vision from the book.

- Do I know you?

- No.

But I feel like I know you.

And thanks to your notes,
I've captured this.

- What is it?

- It spawned the
moment I reached page 18.

And you've already warned
me what's coming next.

I've been following your story.

Quietly.

On the shadows.

You have an advantage.

I believe the book chooses those
it wants

to include in its pages.

It chose you.

- How can I stop it?

- Depends if we
can trust each other.

How do I know you're not a
manifestation of the book?

Trying to manipulate me.

You see, I already know your
story.

Tell me mine.

- What's wrong with your face?

- It's okay, Luke.

You're not even here.

- Yeah, so that's pretty
much everything, you know,

about me, that I've got
for first date confessions.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- How's it goin'?

- Are we going to the gym?

- They have one here?

- Thanks for comin' over.

- Thanks for the dinner.

And the wine.

- He's a good listener.

- Luke, I had a lot of
fun tonight and, um,

I look forward to date number
two.

- Me too.

- There's something
too innocent about him.

Look at her face.

She's already worried about
hurting him.

- Of course.

Anyway, that was nice.

- Yeah.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- No chance.

- Hey dad.

Is your date over already?

- It wasn't much of a date.

- Hey dad.

I didn't have
much of a date either.

- Why?

Did she do somethin'?

- No.

I did something.

You know, you might find
this hard to believe,

but I'm actually the one

that the parents warn their kids
about.

Julie would never admit it,

but I know she's only going
out with me out of pity.

- She's only gonna feel that way
about you

if you keep tellin' her to.

- Are you giving me advice?

- You may not think that I
know much about relationships,

but I can get ya started.

- I don't know, like, I just,

like, I don't know what
to say or what to do.

She's so confusing.

- Is there music on this thing?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Boston, why don't you hit the
sheets.

I'll take the first shift.

- What?

- The most important thing that
you need to know about women

is that they love to dance.

- No, I don't dance.

- Prove it.

- Dad, seriously?

- Well yeah, I mean, we're the
only two people in this room.

- I can't believe you.

- Come on.

You ready?

- I don't know what to do.

- I wish my dad would dance like
that.

- Please go to sleep.

- Now, you take Julie dancing.

And you're gonna prove to her
that you know how to have fun.

Yeah, there we go.

- Just grab the bottle of wine.

That's what you always end up
picking.

- I ain't thirsty.

It's just that,

can't you hear that?

- Hear what?

- Scratchin'.

- Please, I don't hear nothin'
but you.

Bitching about nothing.

- I'm callin' Monica.

- Will you leave her alone.

We ain't got rats.

We ain't got raccoons.

There's only one thing I get
around here.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Irritated by the fucking
worthless sound of your voice.

- Yeah?

- Damnit, Luke, I gotta say,

I thought you were a gonner.

I even let myself rot.

- Can you gimme somethin'?

What do you already know about
the book?

- I'll tell you one thing,

you get to the end, you'll be
the safest man on the planet.

Lamont will keep you protected

for that piece of information.

He's the only guy to survive
an encounter with the book.

But we ain't exactly on
speaking terms anymore.

- And although I was grateful

to have two companions,

I just couldn't shake the
feeling

that I'd begun this journey
alone.

- Dad!

- Jesus.

- Did you not hear me calling
you?

Oh my God, you get so spaced
out when you read that,

what?

- Listen, you need to promise me

you're not gonna read this
thing.

- Dad, you literally,

you give me this speech every 20
minutes.

I don't wanna read your stupid
book.

I was just trying to show you
my new outfit, that's all.

- Well, you look beautiful.

- Thanks.

Okay, well, you need to shower,

because Julie's gonna be here at
6:00, so.

- Me?

- Yeah, you've been festering
in that bedroom for too long.

You stink.

- I need you to make sure

that you stay away from that
thing.

- Dad, I don't wanna
read your stupid book.

Are serious?

Okay, I've gotta clean up out
here.

Can you just hurry up?

- Fine.

- Hello?

Hello?

What the hell?

- See, I didn't kill my husband.

He turned into my uncle.

I mean, he literally turned into
my uncle.

And my uncle's already dead.

- Whatever you say, Mrs. Oats.

- Ms. Oates, if you don't mind.

- Good evening, Mr. Harding.

- Gifts.

- The roses are for Angelina,

but the chocolates are for you.

- You are so sweet.

Thank you.

- Butterin' up the old man.

- What'd you get, dad?

- Uh, chocolates.

- Can I have one?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- You drive here?

- No, I took a cab.

- Good, I'll even pay
for the cab fare home.

- Oh no.
- No.

- No, no.
- Dad, it's fine.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

- Well, just promise me
you'll go easy on the drinks.

- We'll be too busy dancing,
don't worry about it.

- Good.

Care for a chocolate?

- Sure.

Thanks.

- Bye, dad.

- Bye.

- I hid your keys,

and you haven't even
tried to find them yet.

- I can't play with you.

- At least page 70, not that
I was looking too close.

- I'm sorry.

Maybe whatever you are was
somehow real.

But you are not my daughter.

I'm real, I'm--

- Relax.

That's why you bring me in.

I'm always one step ahead.

Who the hell am I talking to?

- God, no.

No!

Angelina, no!

- This isn't just your story
anymore.

And she's such a bad girl.

I blame her parents.

- Sir.

We've finally reestablished
communication

with Jacob and Boston.

- Good.

- They're acting very peculiar.

- Really?

Put them on.

Oh my God.

- Hey, you okay?

- I'm gettin' kinda hot.

- Okay, let's take a break.

- Hello, sir.

- Hello, gentlemen.

How is everything?

- He's been very active on the
book.

- Oh, I have somethin' to
report.

On Dave the jack-off
standing right next to you.

- Pardon?

- He kept tellin' us
there's a third person

in the room with us.

- I see.

- That shit ain't funny, Dave.

- Do you want a beer?

- No, no, I'll have one in a
little bit.

Thanks.

- You have such beautiful eyes.

- We would appreciate a
certain professionalism.

- Of course.

Dave.

Apologize for your poor sense of
humor.

- I'm sorry.

- Do you think we're a fun
couple?

- I'm having a fun time.

- Me too.

- Wait, I love this song.

We so have to dance again.

- Thank you, sir.

Things are just getting a
little tense around here.

- Well, I'm glad everything's on
track.

I look forward to your next
updates.

It's happening.

- Jacob, you gotta try this.

It's all like 3D and stuff.

Oh whoa.

- I find it disorientating.

- Oh, it's so cool, though.

Oh wow, it's so,

wow.

- You had a point.

Safety first.

Mr. Lamont, if you are
able to hear this message,

I wanted you to know, I quit.

Vacate.

Now.

Get out.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

- Fuck.

- Thank you.

- Fuck you, bitch.
- Driver.

Get me to the airport
- Jerk.

Now.
- Prick, man.

- Tango?

You've got it, girl.

- I'll give you a big dip, you
ready?

- Yes.

- Say goodnight to your dad for
me?

- Yeah.

Hey dad.

- Find the keys.

- Hi.

- Hello, dear.

- Is everything okay?

- Oh, why yes.

We're just about to have tea.

Why don't you join us?

- Dad?

- Fuckin' keys.

- You didn't ask where my date
went.

- Did you really think I would
stay

because you hid my keys?

I'd have torn my arms off

to get away from you and your
mother.

You're one that I hated.

Have you found my keys?

I look at you.

And I hate myself.

For creating something

so worthless!

Where are my fucking keys?

- So, we're just gonna sit here

and have a nice cup of tea.

- I know who you think we
are, but we are not demons.

- You are demons.

Oh, you may not know it
yet, but it'll happen.

Oh dear.

- It's not loaded!

- Hey Jules, I need you to call
me back.

Look, I think when we were at
the club

someone slipped me something.

- It's not until I reached

the last few pages of this
journal

I know what I need to do.

I must stop this story.

Or will the creature find
another way to preserve itself?

- He killed them.

He killed all of them.

Was that really his solution?

Was it supposed to be mine?

- Luke, you're so close.

Just one last demon to kill.

Angelina.

She's in the closet.

So finish the book, please.

My time is up, I've just gotta
know now.

- What a god damn mess.

- Didn't even let the poor
bastard hang up the phone.

- Fairweather!

The explorer's ending wasn't
enough.

The creature wanted me to kill.

But violence hadn't exactly
worked out for the explorer.

How do I reason with something

that really thinks it's my baby
girl?

I'd have to face something

I'd intended to take to the
grave.

- When I was a kid,

I went and I--

- Hid my keys.

- Yeah.

- You can't find them!

You have to see me!

- You are not my daughter!

- I was playing.

And I hid your keys.

I guess, I don't know,

I thought it would be funny or
something.

But then you started to get mad.

And you started to get upset.

And then you just, you left.

- I'm sorry, kid.

Your father died in
prison when you were two.

- Figures.

- It was your fault.

I just couldn't take
living with you anymore.

- Why wouldn't mom say anything?

- I told your mother not to tell
you.

- Yeah, is that why?

You just couldn't stand me?

- No.

I found something.

- What did you find?

- Love letters.

Not from me.

- I know it wasn't right,

but of all the things I've been,

your father was the one thing
that I couldn't let go of.

- Dad, I'm really sorry.

- Dad?

You'd still call me that?

- You'll always be my dad to me.

- No.

It'll hurt.

- It won't hurt.

- What happened?

- What's happened is you
two have just made history.

- Jesus Christ.

- Sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- You must be Lamont.

- Yes.

Although, I've told you
that several times already.

Not to worry.

The effects will wear off
shortly.

- What happened to us?

- What happened is that
instead of one survivor,

we have two survivors.

So rather than your having
to split the reward,

I'll simply double it.

- Oh my God.

- Of course,

you'll have to surrender
all the recordings you made.

- Sure.

- Good.

I look forward to seeing them.

- The creature has found
rest now.

For how long, who knows?

I wish I could tell you
more about the ending.

But I had help.

- So, I meant to ask you?

- Yes?

- So I only have 1/2 the story.

And my memory of it all is
fading fast.

- If we can just get you
to sign some of these.

- And there's some mercy
in knowing

Angelina will forget as well.

- We'll have some more forms

for you to sign later.

- Oh my God, Luke.

Mrs. Oats went crazy.

She killed some people, and
then--

- I'm so glad you're okay.

- It's gonna be--

It's gonna be okay.

- Is that it?

- That's it, John.

I hear you're a real miracle
worker.

- Well, if the book does
what you say it will,

then thank you.

- Oh, John.

Mind the hooks.

- Private journal from
a Luke Harding to a mister,

well, I didn't ask your name.

So I'll just call you the
surgeon.

You haven't met me yet,

but believe it or not, I've met
you.

And if you trust me,

I can help you change your
story.

- John.

- Anthony.

I've been expecting you.