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[ music playing]

[ pencil scratching ]

[ pencil scratching ]

[ fire crackling ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ sighs ]

Come on, buddy.

You did this once. You can do it again.

All right.

[ typing ]

[ car engine approaches ]

Hey, babe!

Hey, punkin patch!

[ laughs ] How you doing?

Look at you in that dress

and those shoes and that face.

Mm. Come here.

Come here.

[ chuckles ]

How's things going at the, uh, boutique?

Good. We, uh--

I got the mannequins in today.

Oh, yeah?

I'm still waiting on the display tables,

and the handyman needs to fix the bathrooms.

Oh, yeah, speaking of handymen.

You didn't fix the door?

I didn't fix the door.

What, do you turn to the right or the left?

Kick it.

You really need to fix this door.

[ grunts ] Attagirl!

Soon it's not gonna open at all.

I got it.

How'd the writing go today?

Good. Good, yeah.

Uh, I think I made a breakthrough.

Great. I can't wait to read it.

Um, whose turn is it to do the dishes?

I got 'em.

Good. [ chuckles ]

Gonna get some afternoon sun.

Okay.

That's a lot of dishes.

[ lighter flicks ]

Oh, shit.

Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to tell you that I love you.

I love you, too, baby.

All right. Well, I don't wanna distract you.

I'm gonna go get ready.

Okay.

Wanna join me?

Now?

I just finished my makeup!

You can do it again.

In 20 minutes?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You just don't wanna

share the shower with me because you're a water Nazi.

[ chuckles ] Well, that's true. But you know what?

They are gonna be here in 20 minutes,

so you need to hurry up.

I'm a man. I can be ready in five.

I'm so glad we're having people over.

I was beginning to feel like we were becoming my parents.

You think I'm your dad?

That's pretty creepy, babe.

Oh, I mean, you know what I mean.

We used to go out with couples all the time.

Now I'm so busy at the boutique,

and you're constantly in front of the computer,

and at night we just come home and collapse.

You know what?

Life is gonna pass us by,

and one day we're gonna wake up

and realize that we missed it.

So tonight, let's just have fun.

Deal?

No talk about work.

No.

I can't argue with you in that dress.

Mm.

You'll mess up my makeup.

Mm-hmm.

So I gotta ask. Like, whose idea was the bowtie?

The matching?

Who do you think?

[ laughter ]

I am just so awful to these two.

I don't know how they put up with me.

It's totally forgiven as long as you don't have

the matching Christmas pictures

with everyone in the same color.

You know what I mean?

Actually, I was thinking-- [ laughs ]

How did you know, Michael?

Reindeer sweaters for everyone.

So a whole year?

Yeah, a whole year. Not a drop, man.

Not even cough syrup.

Yeah, and, uh, that is next.

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Now you need to learn to eat like a big boy already,

because you are a big boy, Mason.

Oh, I'm sorry, Kat.

I'll help you clean this up.

It's fine.

Um, so, Michael,

tell us about the new book.

We've heard so much about it.

I gotta tell you, it's kicking my butt,

but I'm trouping through.

Good.

Well, I love "Knight Fire,"

so if you ever need anyone to give this version a read,

I'm your woman.

Yeah, good luck with that.

He doesn't even let me read it.

Yeah, top secret, mm-hmm.

No way. It would drive me absolutely nuts

if Bill was working on something this big and kept it from me.

Well, I can't wait till it's ready.

She means it. She tells all her friends

she knows the guy who wrote that "Knight" book.

Really? Yeah.

Aww, thank you. Yeah.

Then she asks why I can't be a writer, so...

You could be a writer, man.

No. I don't know the first thing about writing.

I didn't know how to write a book until I wrote a book.

I still don't know how to write a book.

Make it up as you go along.

So is this new one a continuation of the last one?

Kind of. Same main characters.

Oh, so question of the evening--

is the Knight coming back?

The Knight is coming back, yes. Yes.

Yay. He makes it so much fun. What a great character.

Thank you. Everybody likes the Knight.

MICHAEL: Toast. Toast.

Sounds good.

To friendship.

To friendship. Cheers.

Cheers.

[ water running ]

I'd make a great mommy.

Wouldn't our daughter be adorable?

[ crickets chirping ]

Are you coming to bed?

Coming.

[ click ]

What are you doing?

I, uh--

I thought I heard something.

Did you set the alarm?

Yeah.

God, thinking of hearing something,

I keep having this dream

where something's whispering in my ear,

and I think I understand 'em.

And then I wake up, and I have no idea what they were saying.

That's odd, huh?

Yeah, that's weird.

Well, I'm off to bed.

Don't be long.

Okay.

[ clock ticking ]

So when will you be finished with your book?

I don't know, baby.

A month just to finish the first draft,

and then there's editor's notes

and publisher's notes and notes notes and...

Takes forever to finish a book.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I wanna be Stephen King.

I wanna write, like, 12 a week.

That's nice.

[ chuckles ]

Does that feel good?

Yeah, that feels really good.

[ both chuckle ]

Come here.

You are so beautiful.

You know that?

You are so beautiful.

I wanna feel you.

I want you inside me.

I wanna have your baby.

What? Is that what this is about?

Can't you see that that's what I want?

Can we not talk about this right now?

Well, when can we talk about it?

W-We've talked about this a hundred times.

Look, I'm-- I'm almost 37 years old.

I mean, most of my friends

are on their second or third kid by now.

I mean, every single day that we wait

is another day that we don't get to spend with our child.

Like, can't we just...

have a little faith that--

Just let me finish my book!

That's all, and then we can talk about family.

That's what you said about me opening my boutique.

Now what's the real reason?

Why are you pulling away?

That's the real reason! I-I'm under pressure!

I want to finish my book! Fuck you!

You know what the real fucking reason is!

Yeah? What's the real reason?

You're not attracted to me! What do you--

You fucking want some 18-year-old?

You want some fucking stupid fucking young chick?

Am I too old for you? What? Oh, my God.

Because then you could just wait for 20 more years!

Why can't you just give me what I want?

Good night.

You know, I thought after three years,

you would have grown up!

[ ticking ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ snoring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ snoring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

Wednesday, 2:44 A.M.

MAN: Remember me?

[ click, beep ]

End of messages.

[ clanking ]

[ echoing ] Hello, old chap.

Long time, no see. Heh.

I've missed our tittle-tattles.

Aww.

Trouble with the missus, eh?

Not to worry.

Belly up to the bar, mate.

[ laughing ]

[ wild laughter ]

[ laughter fades ]

[ sniffs ]

[ clock ticking ]

Cheers to one year of sobriety and many more.

Couldn't have done it without you, baby.

Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry about the other night.

It's just seeing Bill and Mary's son--

Baby, stop.

I would probably be dead or in the gutter

if you hadn't have dried me out,

so as far as I'm concerned,

there isn't an 18-year-old

in the world that could take your place.

[ laughs ]

I love you, baby.

I love you, too.

To us.

[ dish squeaking ]

Hey, I wanted to give this to you.

It's a big-shot literary agent my friend told me about.

Macmillan?

Baby, this is like a Big Six company.

I mean, "Knight Fire" did okay,

but it wasn't a best seller. I'm not--

I'm not ready for this.

Ohh. Come on, babe.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

People love your book.

And as hard as you're working on this one, it's gonna be great.

Seriously, stop doubting yourself.

You think? Yeah.

[ clock ticking ]

[ whispering ] Katherine.

Katherine.

[ wind rushing ]

[ sighs ] Michael?

[ noise quiets ]

[ sighs ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

Can you get that?

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

Hello.

Hello?

[ rings ]

[ ring ]

You have any idea what time it is?

WOMAN: Remember me?

Who is this?

Remember me?

Who is this?

[ click, dial tone ]

[ sighs ]

Who was it?

Wrong number.

MAN: Remember me?

[ beep ] End of messages.

Any idea who it could be?

No. Same as the other night,

but it was a woman's voice.

It's weird.

You don't recognize it either? Nope.

Ah, it's probably just some kids fooling around.

Well, hopefully they'll get a life.

I have a hard enough time sleeping as it is.

I love you.

Hi, Mitch!

I'm one year sober as of yesterday.

[ applause ]

It's one day at a time, man.

Um, alcohol is a disease,

and I tried to convince myself and everybody else

that, um, I could beat that disease on my own.

And I could for a little while, you know,

like a day or two.

[ chuckles ]

[ sighs ]

But it took someone who loved me

more than I loved the bottle to shake me out of it,

you know, to show me what it was that I was throwing away,

and she saved my life, because she forced me

to come to these meetings, or she'd leave me.

And this is someone who stuck by me

after I had a...

debilitating accident a week after I met her.

I knew that if my disease was pushing her away,

then I had to do something,

because I could not afford to lose her.

You don't have to have someone at home to succeed,

but, um...

it sure as hell helps.

That's all I got.

Was really good to see you today, Mike.

A year.

Bet it's like a century, huh?

Yeah, it's had its moments.

Just remember, everybody here has been where you are,

and if you ever need anything,

you know, I'm here for you.

Hey.

You okay? Everything okay?

I, uh...

I'm having those hallucinations again, man.

Did you slip?

Of course not.

Of course not.

Man, look, here's the thing. Uh-huh.

It's the same thing that used to happen

when I was drinking after the accident.

Only now, the shit's happening when I'm sober.

Okay.

I'm scared.

Okay, when did these hallucinations start?

About four days ago.

All right.

Did anything unusual happen in your life?

Is anything overwhelming?

You know, some stress from out of nowhere, you know?

Anything like that?

No, man, it's the same as always.

Katherine wants to have a baby.

I can't finish the novel.

How's the book coming?

It's fucking brutal.

I keep waiting for inspiration

to come, show me what to do,

and it just won't come.

Well, look. Just be open to it,

and it will, okay?

It will come. [ sighs ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ ring ] Jesus, Michael!

Please do something!

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

Look, you son of a bitch--

GIRL: Remember me?

Who is this?

Remember me?

Who is this?

Where are your parents?

Remember me?

Where are your parents?

I'm gonna call the fuck--

[ click, dial tone ]

God damn it!

[ gasps ] Don't do that! Do what?

Don't jump out at me like that!

I'm so sorry! I heard you yelling--

There was this kid's voice on the phone!

What? Look at the fridge!

Look at what?

Nothing.

Are you okay? No.

No, I'm not.

Um...

who do we know with a daughter?

Who's got kids?

Who's got kids, baby?

Who's got kids?!

I know a lot of people with kids.

I'm going back to bed.

[ clock ticking ]

[ house alarm blaring ]

Somebody's here. Somebody's in the house.

Shh. Shh.

Stay.

No, I'm coming with you.

Stay close.

[ blaring continues ]

[ blaring stops ]

I have a weapon!

I'm sorry. Shh.

[ clock ticking ]

[ police radio chatter ]

Well?

I checked all around your house,

and there's no sign of a forced entry.

Maybe it was a raccoon

or some other varmint triggered the alarm.

It's pretty common in these parts.

Th-That happens?

No. No, we've been here for three years.

It's never happened.

Maybe someone got drunk

and set off the system stumbling around in the dark.

[ chuckles ] Really?

I've been sober for a year, Sheriff, so--

I've seen people sober 30 years,

then slip right back into old habits without missing a day.

H-He doesn't drink.

I've been taking care of him.

Well, isn't Mr. Lane a lucky man to have

you watch his back?

Hey, you know, while you're here,

we've been getting these really weird phone calls

at all hours of the night.

Is there anything you can do about that?

It's probably just kids making prank calls.

MICHAEL: No, it's not.

It's different people.

One of them was a young child.

[ police radio chatter ]

Yeah, that's the burglary on Sherwood. False alarm.

Deputy's going for a coffee run. Did you want--

Why don't you tell the deputy to stay put till I get back?

Copy that.

So? You gonna do anything?

About what?

Nobody broke in.

You're getting prank calls from kids.

Check with your neighbors.

I'm sure they're getting the same calls.

We have a small department here, sir.

I like to limit the unnecessary paperwork.

Now should an actual person break in,

don't hesitate to call.

Have a good evening.

Yes, sir. You, too.

Thanks.

Asshole. Shh.

Whew.

Mitch, right?

I'm Michael, your neighbor.

Hi, Michael, my neighbor.

Good to meet you after three years.

Yeah, I don't get out much.

I work from home, you know.

It's cool, dude.

What's up?

Um, look, have you, uh--

have you been getting any calls, like in the middle of the night?

People keep calling us and saying, "Remember me,"

and then just hanging up. Does that sound familiar?

Holy shit.

You get those, too?

So what is it,

just someone messing around?

You have any idea who it is?

Yeah, it's usually one of my three ex-wives

bitching that I'm late with the alimony.

[ laughing ]

Real fucking funny. Come on.

I'm sorry, man. Come on. Have a beer.

Come on, alimony!

That's funny! Come on! Heh!

[ clock ticking ]

[ telephone rings ]

Hello.

Hey, are you okay?

Hey, baby, yeah.

Everything's great. How's your day?

You're not drinking, are you?

What?

Why would you even say that?

It's just Mary called me today.

She's friends with Mitch's girlfriend,

and apparently Mitch thought you were acting weird.

All I did is go over there and ask the guy

if he's getting the same phone calls we are.

That's it.

That's all? That's all.

You know, he was a bit of a dick about it,

and now apparently he's telling the whole town.

Look, it's no big deal.

Remember what the Sheriff said?

Probably a lot of people are getting the calls.

Yeah, but I'm the only one who's a drunk for checking in on it.

That's not true!

Michael, a-are you sure you're--

Know what? I gotta go.

[ clock ticking ]

Son of a bitch.

[ clanking ]

KNIGHT: What shite.

Get out of here.

This isn't you.

You're wasting your time.

Leave me alone.

You have bigger things ahead of you.

You are a visionary.

I'm hallucinating.

All you need is a lift of inspiration.

Leave me alone!

[ object clatters ]

[ yawns ]

You were never like this before Katherine came along.

I think she's driving you to the loony bin.

Leave me alone!

Don't worry.

I'll bring you back.

[ telephone rings ]

Baby, I'm so sorry. It's--

WOMAN: Remember me?

Who the hell is this?

Remember me?

If you don't stop calling me--

[ screaming ]

If you don't stop calling me--

[ dial tone ]

[ telephone shatters ]

[ doorbell rings ]

[ breathing heavily ]

[ doorbell rings ]

Hey, man, uh,

sorry about joking around earlier.

It was, like, so uncool of me. I--

Mitch, I need you to do two things.

One, never, ever look at my wife again,

and two, get off my porch in the next five seconds.

And if anyone hears about this conversation around town,

you should know I have a .357.

You're seriously threatening me?

Stay on my porch, and find out.

Cool.

I talked with Ariel, Mitch's girlfriend?

She says that you threatened to shoot him.

I told him to mind his own business.

So you threatened to shoot him?

I mentioned as an aside that I have a gun.

How he chose to interpret it is his business.

What the hell is wrong with you lately?

He called me a drunk, Kat. [ grunts ]

Well, he shouldn't have said that,

but, you know, maybe he was just worried about you.

Maybe if you got to know some of these people,

they'd be able to tell who you really are.

I just feel like a stranger here,

and--and I really like it here,

and I want to get to know these people,

a-and you're threatening them?

I mean, do you really think that that helps?

Do you think this helps?!

Do you think I need any more pressure?

[ clock ticking ]

Kathy, could you get me the flathead, babe?

[ humming ]

Hey, Kathy!

Could you get me the flathead, please?

[ continues humming ]

What, are you giving me the silent treatment?

Could you please get me the flathead?

What are you shouting about?

[ humming ]

Never mind.

What? Did you see her?

Who? The woman.

KATHERINE: What woman?

The woman in the dress.

I didn't see anyone.

[ clock ticking ]

[ crickets chirping ]

Look, I just want you to admit

that you haven't really been yourself lately,

and we can figure it out from there.

[ water running ]

And I think you should apologize to Mitch!

[ clock ticking ]

How'd it go? I mean...

I'm not gonna get invited

to poker night, but went okay.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You, uh--You want to call Bill and Mary,

have them bring Mason again over tomorrow?

Mm, I'd love that.

Yeah? Okay.

Ohh!

[ chuckles ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ sighs ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ click ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ ringing ]

I thought you said you were gonna put them on silent.

We did.

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ sighs ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ telephone ringing ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ beep ]

[ ring ]

[ beep ]

[ clock ticking ]

Message erased.

[ woman whispering ]

[ whispering stops ]

[ Katherine groans ]

[ Katherine sighs ]

[ glass crackling ]

[ gasps ]

[ whispering ]

[ whispering stops ]

[ gasps ] Fuck.

Oh, my God!

[ panting ] Keep it down.

I'm trying to sleep.

I'm...

[ gasping ]

I'm...

[ clock ticking ]

Oh, we really are glad you guys stopped by.

Mason? Mason, baby, slow down, baby.

Buddy, don't trip. You're gonna fall.

[ chuckles ]

Well, we were really glad to hear from you.

You know, we tried to call several times,

but there was never any answer.

Think she never heard of email.

[ laughs ] Shut up.

[ chuckles ]

Hey, are you guys okay?

Michael?

Yeah, we're fine.

Michael's just been really busy

with his-- with his book.

Good.

Yeah, yeah. That's good.

We all go through times like this, right?

I mean, last year, I was a big ball of stress

when UPS cut back my shifts,

you know, but we pulled through.

Bad times are like good times, right?

They eventually end.

Yeah, I've just been so exhausted

with the opening of the boutique,

and the phone's just been ringing nonstop.

From whom?

Just different people.

We--We talked to the police about it,

and they've finally agreed to trace the calls.

That's good.

Bet it'll feel good when they catch the punks, huh?

They better hope the police get 'em first,

'cause if I do, I'm gonna cut off

each of their fingers one by one with pinking shears

until they can never dial a fucking phone again.

Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

[ chuckles ]

The good thing is, is that nobody got hurt.

I'm sure that the police are gonna get to the bottom of it.

[ recording playing ] [ Mason giggling ]

[ beep ]

[ garbled message playing ]

[ beep ]

[ beep ]

[ laughing ] ...ah-shing-tun.

Wait. Stop.

[ garbled message playing ]

Mason. Mason.

Mason, stop!

[ crying ]

[ garbled message playing ]

Va-la-ree wa-shing-tun.

Mason, honey, what happened?!

[ crying ] Michael, what happened?

Michael!

My God. Come on, baby.

Come on. Come on, get up. Get up.

Bill!

Va-la-ree wa-shing-tun.

BILL: What?

Did you push Mason?

Hey, what'd you do to my kid?

Are you listening?!

What is wrong with--

Michael, what are you doing?!

Michael, stop it!

Stop it, Michael! Stop!

[ Bill gasping ]

Bill.

Oh, my God! Get the fuck off of him!

Bill, I'm sorry, man. Don't touch him!

Get off! Get off!

God, you guys!

Are you okay? What are you doing?

Michael, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

I'm sorry.

I can't fucking believe you.

Let's go. We gotta get out of here.

Let's get Mason. Let's get outta here.

KATHERINE: Mary, please, I--

Kat, I cannot--

I'm sorry.

I played the message backwards,

and that's what I heard.

Yeah, I played the message backwards.

Yeah, I know it sounds crazy,

but you gotta listen to me!

I played the message backwards.

I heard the--

Hello? Yes, I'm sorry, Sheriff.

It's just he hasn't been feeling good.

Can you please just let us know

if you find out anything? Thanks.

What did he say? Enough!

You're pushing everyone away, including me!

No, baby! No, listen!

You said that you would always believe me

as long as I told you the truth!

And I'm telling you I need you to believe me now!

I--I heard something on the machine,

okay? Will you just listen?

No new messages. There's a--

No new messages. The, uh--

No new messages. No new messages...

Yes, I know I-- No new messages.

I know I heard something.

No new messages. No--No new messages.

W-W-When you play it backwards...

It--She was--

It wa--

She said her name was Valerie Washington.

Do--

Do we know a Valerie Washington?

No, we don't know any Valerie!

We don't know any Valerie Washington!

You didn't hear anything!

Honey...

you gotta trust me.

I think you need to take a break from your book.

I think the pressure's getting to you.

It's okay.

Now, my reasons for drinking were almost occupational.

I was a psychiatrist. And being a psychiatrist,

I listened to people's problems

all the time every day all--you know, on top of my own.

Then of course, my alcoholism.

All I--I felt that drinking was, um,

my escape,

um, that I deserved it.

And so I started to drink.

And...

I got lost.

I got very lost,

and I lost many things.

I lost everything.

I lost my job,

lost my wife.

I lost my reputation.

I lost my dignity.

I was humiliated beyond any reasonable measure.

I lost my kids.

Did that stop me? No.

See, I couldn't accept the fact

that I loved the next drink more than I loved my own children.

But I did...

then.

And we all know that getting sober is just half the battle.

It's staying sober, staying sober.

Ladies and gentlemen, staying sober is the hardest thing.

It's the hardest part,

and it's the hardest thing I've ever done, and it is

We can all come up with an excuse to have a drink,

for God's sake.

You feel good. You feel bad.

You feel sad. You feel happy.

Hey, there's always a reason to have a celebration with

a dry martini,

but the problem with people like us

is that one martini leads to another martini.

It leads to a scotch on the rocks.

It leads to a--in my case,

the crystal methamphetamine, and then it's over.

Many of you know my journey to sobriety in these last 11 years,

and I'd be less than honest if I were to say to you

that I haven't wanted to have a drink many, many times.

I have.

But I think.

I sit down, and I think about what I've been through...

and all my family and my friends

and the people that I love

and that stuck by me have been through.

So every time I think that I might be slipping...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[ heavy pounding ]

[ pounding continues ]

[ pounding continues ]

[ pounding on door ]

[ pounding stops ]

[ knob rattling ]

Who's there?! Who's there?!

[ rattling stops ]

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Okay, be strong.

[ sniffs ]

[ gasps ]

Where--Oh.

Michael! Michael!

Stop it! Stop it! What are you doing?

It's not in my head.

I thought we were past this.

I saw her. I saw it again.

A-And something happened here.

Ah, fuck. And--And--And--

Maybe it's the house. Maybe it wants to--

I thought we were past this.

Maybe it wants us to leave.

Maybe the Realtor lied to us.

What are you doing? You know,

something she's not telling us, you know?

Because you know who lived here?

I don't know who-- who lived here

before us, and maybe--

Why did they leave, you know?

Why did they have to go?

You are insane! These people--

These people, these things, they want us to know.

They want us to know what's going on.

What are you doing?

Do you know who lived here before us?

I don't know why they chose me, but they did,

and-- You drank?

Uh, fuck. You drank?

I'm not gonna give them the house.

I'm not gonna-- You fucking drank?

I'm not gonna leave.

That's not what's important.

You're saying you never drank!

That's not what's important!

Fucking asshole. Listen to me! Listen.

I'm just trying to protect you.

From what? The bogeyman

that's trying to get us?

All of the secret messages

that are hidden in the phone calls?

I've tried everything I can do to help you.

I'm done.

No. No.

Katherine, I need you to believe me.

I'll come back to get the rest of my stuff when you're gone.

No!

[ alarm chirps ]

[ crying ]

[ warning tone beeping ]

[ tone stops ]

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to scare you.

It's okay.

Well, I tried calling,

but it seems you're not answering your phones.

Sorry about that.

Ah, it's no problem.

We got some information back on those private calls.

Now, you say the phone was unplugged,

but it was still ringing?

No, that was a mistake.

[ chuckles ]

Thought that sounded a little crazy.

Even though what we found was a little crazy in itself.

What do you mean?

Well, normally we can easily trace these types of calls,

because all numbers, including private ones, have a

What was weird was every time we tried one of your calls,

our systems crashed.

It worked with every other number we tried,

but yours kept causing our equipment to fail.

That's weird.

So we called in some tech guys,

and they said the problem is the trace route was connected to a--

What do they call it? A null number.

Null number?

Meaning it doesn't exist,

like an empty data set, as if it appeared out of nowhere.

Well, it had to have appeared from somewhere.

What is more,

that name your husband gave us,

Valerie, uh...

Valerie Washington.

Yes, yes. Now, she died four years ago,

victim of some serial killer.

Now, her murder, along with four others, were never solved.

There are no witnesses, no leads.

Case is now closed.

MICHAEL: I was right.

Mr. Lane. I didn't see you there.

I was just telling your wife--

About the phone calls

and--and Valerie Washington.

Did--Did she or any of the other victims live in this house?

Well, you don't think she's calling you from beyond?

[ chuckles ]

No, no, no, no.

None of the victims lived here as far as I know.

Why do you think they chose you?

I ask myself that every day.

Well, even though I'm skeptical

of all sorts of paranormal activity,

what do I know?

If she calls you again,

maybe you can ask her who killed her,

move a couple of our cases to the solved column.

[ chuckles ]

Well, I gotta be getting back to the station.

Sheriff Stance turned the matter over to me,

so if anything else comes up, just give me a call.

What happened with the Sheriff?

His plate is full.

He loves me.

That may have something to do with it, too.

You folks have a good evening.

[ car door closes ]

[ car drives away ]

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

[ sniffles ]

Let's go inside.

[ beep ]

[ garbled ] Valerie Washington.

Next message.

[ garbled ] Haley San-dee.

Haley San-ders.

Next message.

Mary Ann Sanders. [ garbled ]

Mary Ann Sanders.

Next message.

Larry Osmand.

[ beep ] Vicki Johnson.

[ beep ]

End of messages.

You know, I think the deputy's onto something.

I found four more names.

And I get the feeling that they want me to help them,

you know, like they want me to bring them some justice,

to find the guy that did this.

Why they picked us, I don't know, but...

Babe, I gotta get some rest.

I can't even keep my eyes open.

Okay. Well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?

I'll leave you the towel.

Okay, baby.

Baby, you want some...

[ gasping ]

Baby?

Baby?

Katherine?

What's happening, baby?

Sweetheart?

[ panting ]

Give her a couple of these twice a day.

Plenty of rest.

Usual plenty of fluids and--

Okay, okay, fine, but what happened?

Because a couple days ago, she was fine,

and then she was taking her meds regularly.

I was making sure of that,

and all of a sudden, this. I didn't--

Look, you never really know with these kinds of seizures.

You're telling me she took all her medications?

Absolutely.

No drugs?

No. Not too much alcohol?

No, no, no. I'm telling you,

everything was the way it should be.

My best guess is she might have some kind of an infection,

and--and she may be fighting it, and her body...

What kind of infection? went into overdrive.

I don't know. I don't think it's meningitis,

but we could run some tests to find out later.

But she needs her rest.

And if her temperature goes up or she has another seizure,

we may need to admit her, okay?

Okay.

But just keep an eye on her.

Okay.

...Larry Osmand,

Vicki Johnson.

Yep, that's the rest of 'em,

at least what I can tell.

What do you mean? Don't you have the records?

Not here. Just a single folder

on some basic information.

The name, age, birth date,

a brief description, and date of death.

No proper files.

How can that be?

Well, newer deputies don't get access to confidential files.

I only had what's already on public records.

But you can get access, right?

Only with the Sheriff's permission,

and he's not gonna grant that.

Look, even if he did let me see them,

they're confidential.

I can't tell you what's in them.

But I can solve these murders.

Let's not get carried away.

Now Sheriff Stance doesn't want to go through this anymore,

and--and he pulled me off.

He's advised me not to have any more contact with you.

What?

He's afraid you're gonna give

the families false hope.

Now, I could lose my job just by having this conversation.

Now, I'm sorry, Michael.

I wish there was more I could do.

And my advice to you, for what it's worth,

let the past stay that way.

Yeah. They won't let me.

You can run, but you can't hide.

I'm gonna bury this son of a bitch.

[ blues playing ]

¶ Good morning, baby

¶ She said it's middle of the afternoon

¶ I said, "Good morning, baby"

¶ She said it's middle of the afternoon

¶ You don't quit your rolling around

¶ I'm gonna leave you soon

¶ She say, "You're out all night

¶ Playing your music till dawn"

¶ She say, "You're out all night

¶ Playing your music till dawn

¶ She say, "When you come home

¶ You're gonna find me gone"

¶ Gone

¶ Long gone

[ music continues only ]

¶ Well, good morning, baby

¶ She said it's middle of the afternoon...

[ crickets chirping ]

[ rattle ]

[ gasps ]

[ steady rattling ]

[ door rattling ]

Katherine?

Kathy?

Kathy!

[ lock clicks ]

[ clock ticking ]

Katherine?

Kathy?

Kat...

shouldn't you be in bed, baby?

Kathy?

Oh, shit. [ gasping ]

[ groaning ]

Try and relax. Breathe.

Breathe for me.

Breathe for me. Come on!

Come on! That's it.

Look at me.

[ gasping ] Okay.

Okay.

Okay, I got you.

Okay.

I got you. I got you.

Okay, I got you. I got you.

I got you.

[ gasping ]

I saw her.

Who did you see, baby?

Who, baby? Who did you see?

[ water running ]

[ church bells pealing ]

[ sighing ]

Katherine?

Kathy?

What are you doing, baby?

Oh, my God. Baby.

What are you doing?

Oh, shit. Tell me.

Baby, what's going on?

[ gasping ]

What do you want?!

What do you want?!

I'm trying to fucking help you!

I'm trying to fucking help you!

Leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

Okay, wait. Wait for it.

We're all about set.

And 3, 2, 1, phew!

You're in, dude.

Use it for good, not for evil.

Thanks, man.

Oh, man, thank you.

Yeah, and remember you only got 90 minutes

before the whole thing just self-shuts down, right?

And, uh, if you get busted, bro,

I only came here

to fix your hard drive.

¿Comprende? Got it.

You came here to fix the hard drive.

Sheriff, why...

"Thrill."

Was it a-- Was a thrill for him?

[ girl screams ]

[ woman sobbing ]

Bingo.

He's following these.

He's following all of them.

Visionary.

Which one's visionary?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, there's-- there's one more murder.

Shit.

Who's the sixth victim?

[ sighs ]

How you feeling, baby?

I feel great.

What's wrong?

He tortured them, all of them.

It was just-- It was a game,

and the sick son of a bitch is still out there.

What are you gonna do?

Try and get the cases reopened?

I don't think I can.

Sheriff Stance is determined to keep a lid on it,

and he fired the last two deputies,

and there's still a sixth victim.

There's no record for it.

Do you think that Sheriff Stance

had something to do with it?

I don't know.

I hadn't even thought about that.

I hope that the ghosts are happy

with all of the hard work that you're doing.

[ chuckles ]

I am so proud of you.

Thank you, baby.

Here.

Come on.

Let's celebrate.

What?

[ gasping ]

Ah, fuck.

God. [ gagging ]

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

[ gasps ] Holy shit!

Oh, Jesus!

[ stammering ]

What the fuck?

[ gasping ]

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

Connor Lucas. Connor Lucas.

[ Michael panting ]

[ mutters ]

Who is Connor Lucas?

Is he--Is he the sixth victim?

Or is he the murderer?

September 9. September 9. September 9.

Son of a bitch.

There's a pattern. There's a pattern.

Each of these crimes is completely different,

but they all share one thing in common.

Each fits one type of serial killer,

and he covered this with meticulous detail.

Like this one, this is when the killer

takes something valuable from the victim.

This is the only victim that had something taken.

Look what it says.

"Gain."

Gain.

This is his signature.

Each one fits a type.

But this one here, this one's missing.

This one's missing from the pattern, visionary.

Well, maybe he got scared,

wised up, moved away. No, no.

He's not scared. Look at the crime scenes.

Does this guy look scared to you?

Well, I can certainly run it by the Sheriff,

see what he says. That's, uh--

I don't--I don't--

That's not a good idea.

Well, what are you saying?

Look, the last two deputies

who went poking around were fired, okay?

I don't want you to lose your job.

Nah, there's no way the Sheriff will protect a killer.

Yes, but he would protect himself!

Okay, now you're losing me.

And you gotta be careful making these types of allegations.

Now, if you wanna get along in this town,

you gotta watch who you offend.

Look, all I'm trying to say is that the two local murders

were investigated by the Sheriff,

and they were not investigated properly,

and the two deputies who said something were fired.

Then the mayor makes this generous contribution

to the Sheriff's road safety campaign,

and a month later, the Sheriff buys a--a brand-new home.

So now the mayor's involved?

No, I--Mayor or no mayor, I don't know,

but the Sheriff is involved,

and I am--I am this close to finding the truth.

[ sighs ]

Okay, I wanna help.

I'll look into it,

see if I can find some more information on the sixth victim.

Okay.

Until then, let's keep this between us.

Absolutely. Just pump the brakes

until you hear from me, okay?

Okay, okay. All right.

Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.

Hey...

good job.

[ telephone rings ]

[ ring ]

[ fire crackling ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ ring ]

[ ring ]

W-What do you want from me?

WOMAN: Remember me?

[ crying ]

[ head thumps ]

I've done everything you want!

What do you want from me?!

LARRY: Remember me?

HALEY: Remember me?

What do you want?

SECOND WOMAN: Remember me?

Who did this to you?

Who did this to you?

WOMAN: You did.

I--I didn't do anything.

HALEY: You did.

LARRY: You did.

WOMAN: You did.

SECOND WOMAN: You did.

THIRD WOMAN: You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

You did. You did.

Michael, Michael Lane.

[ chuckles ]

Hi. My name is Michael.

My name is Michael Lane.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Michael Lane.

Yeah, I just, um--

I just moved here from a little town called Woodbine.

It's so small, it doesn't even show up on the GPS.

It's been hard to meet people.

But it's given me time to work on my novel.

No kidding. You're a writer, too.

Yeah, I'd love to read your stuff.

It's my first medieval thriller.

"Knight Fire."

[ chuckles ] Well, the Knight's the hero.

Of course.

I'd love your opinion.

You'd be the first to read it.

I'd be honored.

That's okay.

Red or white?

Let me see.

Hmm.

Think we'll go with the white.

Heh.

I hate it when the red stains my clothes.

[ yelling ]

[ gasping ]

[ grunts ]

[ grunts ]

[ sobbing ] God, please don't hurt me!

[ grunts ]

Almost there.

[ whimpering ]

Bitch.

Yeah?

This is how you fucking play.

Eh? Huh?

[ gagging ]

[ panting ]

[ cellphone rings ]

Hey, Katherine.

Hi, Michael.

Um, I thought I was gonna get your voice mail.

No, you--

you got the real thing.

I know you're busy. I just wanted to say

that this has been the best week of my life.

Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Yeah, me, too.

I got big plans.

Well, um, have a good night.

I'll be thinking of you.

You, too.

Shit.

[ head smacks ]

[ birds chirping ]

[ dog barking ]

[ panting ]

[ winces ]

What the fuck?

"Michael."

Michael. Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Fuck.

[ dogs barking ]

What the fuck?

[ phone line rings ]

Hello.

Hey. I was thinking of you.

Oh.

That's good.

Um...

who am I?

Um, you're Mr. Wonderful.

No. I'm-- I'm serious. I--

I don't-- I don't know where I am.

I don't--

You were the last person I spoke to.

I--I don't remember anything.

You're serious.

What's going on?

Where are you? I'll be right there.

[ clock ticking ]

KNIGHT: Congratulations, Connor.

You finally got it.

You've come to the end of your story.

I told you you had it in you,

but you didn't believe me.

I'm Connor Lucas.

Yes, and you are the visionary, Connor.

Katherine is the final brushstroke in your masterpiece.

That's what you intended four years ago.

But better late than never, eh?

[ laughs ]

Shoot her!

Right in the head!

You're the visionary.

Hurry!

We don't have much time.

[ gasps ]

Michael? What are you doing?

Don't worry.

I'll make it quick,

not like the others.

KNIGHT: No time for tittle-tattle.

She can't live.

You have to finish what you started.

Kill her! Kill her!

You have to end it! [ sirens approaching ]

Kill her! Kill her!

[ gasps ]

Connor Lucas, this is the police!

The place is surrounded!

Come out with your hands up!

I repeat, come out with your hands up!

Kitty Kat!

[ helicopter blades whirring ]

[ sirens, chatter continue outside ]

Kitty Kat.

[ panting ]

Michael.

Michael. Michael, don't.

Michael, don't, don't, don't, don't!

Connor Lucas, open up! Michael!

Connor Lucas, open up! No!

Come out now!

Let's go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

No!

[ gunshot ]

You are a waste of skin and bone.

[ laughs ]

Like to drag you behind my squad car

through downtown real slow like a parade.

You're a piece of shit.

We had some trouble connecting the dots

in these crimes from all the jurisdictions.

But the puzzle pieces fit perfectly now.

I got a question for you, Connor.

Yeah.

Do you ever think about the families of your victims?

All the time.

That was half the fun.

There's nothing I'd rather do

than put you down like the rabid dog you are.

Save the county the cost of your trial.

Do it.

But unlike you, I don't fancy myself

a judge, jury, and executioner.

No, you're just a pussy.

You're a fucking embarrassment.

You got your little brown shirt and your khaki pants

and your big shiny badge and your pistol.

You can't shoot to kill.

You have no idea

about the thrill,

about the rush of taking a human life.

Only two people know that,

two people,

God and me.

You're insane.

All that's left

is to flush you away forever

like the piece of shit you are.

Are you sure about that, Sheriff?

Because I'm just getting started.

[ laughing ]

[ instrumental playing ]