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- Oi.

Wake up.

- Please!

I just wanna go home.

We, we have money.

- Money?

Don't fucking mention money to me.

- My boyfriend. He's gonna be looking for me.

- Your boyfriend?

Your boyfriend's fucking useless.

- Please!

- Shut your mouth.

Move.

In.

Move in.

Sit. Sit.

Give me your arms.

It will hurt less, if you don't move.

All right? Yeah?

I really don't want to have to gag you.

So please stay quiet, yeah?

Hey.

Look at me. Look at me.

You're doing really well. Yeah?

You are.

Good girl.

- What the fuck?

He was so brave, coming to look for you, Lily.

Huh? So brave.

Stupid.

I'm sorry.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

But it's my daughter.

I have to save my daughter.

- Your daughter. Where is she?

We can help her.

We've got money.

- "Money!"

Money will not help you.

My daughter's...

She died.

She drowned.

She's so lucky we found you, Lily.

It was fate.

- How can we help?

- My daughter's soul needs a body.

And a sacrifice.

It's time.

Lily, you and Santana must drink the blood of the sacrifice.

So Santana's soul can breathe again.

I am sorry.

Look who it is.

- Lily.

- I'm sorry.

Please, just stop.

- Let blood be tasted to take life's light.

The restless soul, restless no more.

- No!

- Lily, no!

Santana, please!

There might not be another.

I'm sorry.

You were so beautiful.

I'm sorry, I'm...

- I like to wear...

- Rescue teams in Indi...

- Many brave souls have entered,

only to be forever changed by the darkness

living in its walls.

With each step, we will uncover its secrets,

once and for all.

Welcome to another episode of "Laid to Rest".

- Oh, Santana.

I've found you.

- Whether it be on a clear day or an unsettled night,

you can still feel the presence of those doomed

civil war deserters, pleading for forgiveness, possessed,

trapped here forever.

Until next time, I'm Jo Brooks,

and you were watching "Laid to Rest".

- And cut!

Hell yeah!

- That's a wrap, everybody. Thank you so much!

Kisses all that stuff.

- Uh, mic's still on.

- Let 'em listen.

- Barf.

- Veronica. Help us load up the car?

- Your arms are full, are they?

Is this the only reason why you have me on set, Michael?

Shooting during the day,

so you can have your light tech carry your shit?

- We appreciate it, Veronica.

- Oh, you love being here with us, V.

- She loves being here with one of us.

- Shush, Hughie. You little troublemaker.

- I repeat.

Barf.

- Hey, Jo!

- Woo! - Give me that face, please!

Perfect.

- Um, actually, Michael.

I wanted to speak to you about something.

- Yeah, sure. What's up?

Great job, yet again, by the way.

- Thanks. It's just another haunted field.

We've done like so many episodes like that.

I want to do something new. I want adventure.

- Well, let me know when you find it.

But we can't afford to traipse around

and hope we land on a gold mine, Jo.

You know that.

Besides, we have a good time, don't we?

I love you guys.

It pays our bills.

Hughie and Sadie found each other, too.

Hughie!

- I know. I know.

I just want to uncover something no one has before.

I want something transcendent.

- Mm.

Well, I know that's code for "passion project".

We can't afford those.

We do this for the market.

Look, I wish it were different. Believe me.

Yeah? - Yeah, yeah.

- Look.

You're the best there is.

If anyone can find transcendent, it's you.

- Thanks.

- All right.

- Tori! What did I say before?

- "A large cappuccino, oat milk, no whipped cream.

Lots of chocolate"? - About sneaking up on me.

- Oh. "We film the scares, we don't make the scares."

- Exactly. But the cappuccino sounds good.

- Uh, I'm so sorry.

I just got all this fan email and I was trying to work out

when to give it to you because you always look so busy, and,

and great, by the way.

I think this will cheer you up,

because you also sometimes look all depressed and...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. - Thanks, thanks.

- Dear Ms. Brooks.

I am a great admirer of your work

and would like to invite you and your crew

to my private island, Isla de las Munecas,

to film a documentary.

I feel its story would be of great interest to you.

People are afraid to visit here.

They say the island is cursed,

but I know the truth is much deeper than that.

I would like you to be the one to do it justice.

I promise you, it is like nowhere you have visited before.

Please get in touch at your earliest convenience

to make the arrangements, if indeed you are ready.

Warmest regards, Julien.

- Michael!

Michael, I've got our next adventure.

Yeah.

- Hey.

Hey.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I found another one.

She's coming here.

Her name is Jo.

She's everything I hoped she would be.

She's confident.

She's smart.

She's well respected.

Successful.

She's perfect.

- Can I...

Can I go home?

Please?

I won't...

I won't tell anyone.

Can you just like, you know...

- Hey.

Yeah.

I'm gonna let you go.

You're free.

There's nothing to be scared of anymore.

Up you get, up you get, up you get.

- I want double.

- We've already paid.

I've got the receipt here.

- I know.

- We've got a contract to film on the island.

You were specifically recommended to get us there.

- Trust me. I will get you there.

For double.

- We'll find someone else.

- You won't find anyone else to take you there.

They all know about the island,

and all about the man that lives there.

He comes back here sometimes, to claw through rubbish.

He takes old dolls with him!

A man, alone on an island, collecting dolls?

What does he do with 'em?

Actually, I don't wanna know.

- Production will never go for this.

Fine. I guess I don't have a choice.

Supposed to be our best production ever.

- Thank you very much.

You can get up to the that way.

And good luck to ya.

I'll be back here, on the shore,

tomorrow at noon, to collect ya.

But know this.

If you're not there, I'm gone.

Oh.

By the way, I need payment for tomorrow's journey.

- I already paid you for a return journey.

- Correct.

Rate's just gone up again.

I remembered just how much I hate this place.

- This is ridiculous!

- Bank transfer's fine.

You've got my details.

- Do you know what? Fine.

There.

- Pleasure doing business with ya.

- Yes.

We appreciate your...

Your help.

- Intense fella.

- Hm.

- How can you be that wired,

when you literally own your own boat?

- This place is so weird.

- I'd call it "transcendent".

- All right, Hughie. You should start getting some shots.

Sadie, Veronica, we'll unpack in the clearing.

Set things up for an intro. Yep?

- Mm-hm. - All right, let's go.

- Fucking hate this place.

Nope.

It's okay.

I'm leaving now.

And I won't be back.

- But I want you to stay!

- Oh, fuck off!

- I'm gonna ripe your face off.

- The history of Isla de las Munecas, "The Island of Dolls",

has fascinated many for years.

His daughter's death

has sparked the island sole inhabitants.

Julien places his daughter's doll

near the site of her death.

His heart aches, willing to do anything to get her back.

As the years have gone by,

he's placed more and more dolls by the site of her death,

hoping against hopelessness that one day, she will return.

But what of the curse they speak of, of the island?

For the first time, cameras have been given exclusive access

onto the island to find out more.

- And...

Cut.

All right, perfect.

All right, let's get some shots of the doll.

Yeah?

- Sure. - When you're ready.

Hughie, what's up?

Mate.

That's a good tape and we need the shot.

What's going on?

- Babe, are you okay?

- I saw something move behind Jo.

- I've been feeling a breeze behind me.

It was probably just that.

Look, relax.

Hughie, we need to get these shots while its daytime.

- It's not the wind.

It's its head.

It's like it's watching me.

- What?

- Look at him!

He's terrified!

- All right, look, Hughie.

You really need to pull yourself together, mate.

Are you ready to go again?

- I have a phobia of dolls.

- Sorry?

- I have a phobia of dolls, okay?

It's called pediophobia.

- "Pedo"?

- No, not "Pedo."

"Pedio."

It's legit. I...

They freak me out.

Oh, God, I can't be here. I've gotta go.

- Babe, why didn't you tell me?

- Because it's so fuckin' funny.

So what's the story, then, Hughie?

Where did Action Man touch you?

- Look, Hughie, you're one of the best cameramen I know.

Think about all the haunted fields we've been to.

We're all together. We'll be fine.

They're just dolls. They're just ornaments!

- Haunted ornaments.

- All right!

Look, let's just...

Let's take a moment, shall we?

It's been a long day already. We'll just...

We'll put ourselves together, get the opening shot,

and then find this Julien character, yeah?

- Yep. Yep, you good, Hughie?

- Let's take a walk.

- I think we should...

- Hughie's right, you know.

I think I saw it move, too.

But don't worry.

I'll protect ya.

You stick with me, okay?

- Okay.

Looks like there's a clearing up ahead.

I'm gonna check it out.

Getting a little bit claustrophobic around here.

- Cool. I'll come with you.

Oh, boy.

I didn't think anyone would actually be here.

- Why wouldn't there be?

- Who would wanna live here?

- Well, that Julien guy, I guess

- The doll man.

Can't wait to meet the fella.

- He wrote to Jo. He sounded kinda nice.

- Jo has kind of

intense fans.

So I'm glad she didn't try and come here alone.

She can be quite naive.

Guys?

Creepy old house, right here!

- Whoa.

- Right?

- I think it looks kinda cute.

- This

is gold.

Okay. Change of plan.

Get ready for the next shot, Jo.

We'll get you right up to the door.

- So, the guy who sent the letter, lives here?

I'm sure he's normal. - Hughie?

Our viewers don't want normal.

- Absolutely not.

- Whoa.

- Hughie?

- Get your camera going, right now.

- I knew you were gonna say that.

- You want your comfort dolly, Hughie?

- Shut up, V.

- Hello?

Julien?

It's Jo. I'm here with the camera crew.

Michael, this, this is giving me really bad vibes.

- Perfect. Use it.

Imagine how the viewers are gonna feel.

- Okay?

Oh, God! Gross!

If this guy offers to feed us too, I don't want it.

- Give the guy a break.

I doubt he has many visitors, you know?

- Not willing ones, anyways.

Proper murderer vibes.

- It's...

Quaint.

- Perfect.

Remind me of that first haunted house doc we did.

- Oh, is that the one where Hughie

screamed at his own reflection?

- Yeah. I screamed 'cause I thought it was you.

- You wish. - All right, guys, please.

- How many haunted houses have you done?

- We did eight in season one,

but now we keep it to two every season.

You know, otherwise, it gets a bit samey.

- So, to answer your question, Tori, none.

None of them have been actually haunted.

- Uh, they were.

I've recorded so much weird breathing.

- Because Hughie had to walk up so many flights of stairs.

- What about the orbs?

- Oh, you mean the out-of-focus dust particles?

- Guys, please. Come on.

- Yeah, Michael, I think I'm ready to go. Should we go?

- Cool. - Yeah.

- You good, Hughie? - Sure.

- You get the take. We move on, right?

- Okay, yeah, yeah. - Right.

- Okay.

Everyone set?

- Sadie?

Hughie?

- Sure.

- And...

Action.

- I'm Jo Brooks and we are "Laid to Rest",

standing here in the island, Isla de las Munecas.

There is an atmosphere here of loss,

and what might have been.

Julien, living here in the island's only house,

surrounded by memories of his daughter,

and in the hope that, one day, she will return.

Julien has given us exclusive access to the island,

and I cannot wait to find out what happened

on that fateful day,

and why this island elicits so much fear.

- Hughie. We need this.

Your job is on the line here, mate.

Hughie!

Hughie!

- Sick.

- Should we, um, should we continue?

- Yeah. - Mm-hm, yep.

- Everyone set?

And...

Action.

- You made it!

Welcome to Isla de las Munecas!

I hope you all brought lighters with you.

Gets a bit chilly out here at night.

- I brought my onesie.

- We can't thank you enough for this, Julien.

We're all honored to share your story.

- I'm delighted to have you here.

All of you.

- Julien.

You've got an interesting place.

- You're welcome.

- The soup was incredible, though.

Sumac?

- Yeah. Well tasted.

- Julien, I just wondered if I could ask some questions

with the camera?

- Of course. That's why you're here, right?

- When I received your letter, I was thrilled.

I mean, we've all been waiting for somewhere like this

for such a long time.

- Oh, there is nowhere like this.

- Correct.

- Shush.

When I first started collecting the dolls for Santana,

I would get visitors from the mainland often.

I think, to begin with, it was out of sympathy.

But then after a while,

it felt like they were laughing at me.

So I stopped sanctioning their boats.

I felt like it was just better to be on my own.

But now I think people should know the truth.

- Um...

What is the truth?

I mean, we've heard rumors about a curse.

- If the island is cursed by anything, it is cursed by love.

- Oh, my God. That's beautiful.

- Love for Santana?

Uh...

We're all really sorry about what happened to your daughter.

It must be hard, hearing what people say.

- Santana is not dead.

- She...

She's not?

- No.

Her spirit is here on the island.

- But not

her body?

- Santana's spirit is what matters.

Her body is gone,

but she still helps give life to the island.

She knew this would bring me great comfort.

- And where is Santana now?

- The dolls were my tribute to her.

I left her favorite doll near where she died and,

and over the years, I've just added more.

Now they are her vessels.

They are everywhere.

So she can watch.

She's watching us, right now.

Waiting.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

- Look. Do you have everything you need for now?

'Cause I'm feeling a little bit tired.

Just reliving it all. It kinda takes all of my energy away.

- Yes. Yes, of course.

Um...

That was perfect.

Thank you so much, Julien.

- Are you sure you're okay camping out here?

I, I have some room inside.

- No, that's kind. I think, I think we're fine.

- Jo?

- Oh, uh...

Thank you, um, but I can't.

We've, we've got shots to film around here tonight,

and whatnot and you know, we'll be back in the morning.

Of course.

- As you wish.

Goodnight, everyone.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight!

- Oh, my God.

That was perfect.

- He's a fucking creep!

- Aw, I actually, I think he's quite broken.

And I really hope we can tell the story,

the way he'd like, guys.

- I think we know what he would like, hon.

- All right, look. We've got some good footage today, guys.

Tomorrow's a big day.

We'll get the rest of Julien's story in the morning.

We'll get a few more bits,

and we're back to the boat for noon.

Tonight, we need some creepy shot from where the girl died,

and some decent sound from the forest.

- Santana.

- Sorry?

- Her name was Santana.

- Right.

Santana. Sorry.

Where Santana died.

- I thought she didn't die?

- I'll record in the forest.

I love all the different noises.

- Yeah, I'll come with you.

- Uh, no, Hughie. We need you for these shots.

We can't be up here all night. We've gotta rest up.

We're up at dawn.

- I can film where Santana died.

I want to be a cinematographer, one day.

I've got a good eye. I can do it.

- She's taken good establishing shots for me.

- Okay, fine.

- I'll go with her.

She might get lost.

You know what she's like.

- All right. Don't be too long, everyone.

Have you got time to go over the script?

- Yeah, sure.

- Are you scared, baby boy?

- It's a phobia. I can't help it.

- I'm sorry.

I wish you would've told me. We wouldn't have come.

- How am I supposed to know that de las Maracas meant dolls?

- Well, it doesn't.

"Maracas."

- That's cute.

You're cute.

Come on.

- Are you sure You don't need me to protect you?

- They're just dolls.

- Aww.

Me hero.

- Poor Santana.

This is where they last saw her alive. It's so sad.

- Well, someone's done their research.

- I just wanna do a good job.

- Jo mentioned it was one doll to begin with.

Reckon this is it.

- This is it.

- Hm.

Freaky.

It's in pretty good nick, though.

- It was Santana's. It was very special to her.

I think it's really nice that Julien left it here for her.

- Do you reckon that guy even had a daughter?

He's a bit off, isn't he?

Makes a mean soup, though.

- Well, of course she was real.

You don't lie about something like that.

He's heartbroken. You can tell.

- What's your story then, Tori?

- My story?

- Yeah.

You rock up as an intern, you've got this whole

ditsy-but-in-control thing going on,

but I know nothing about you.

- I, I'm sorry. I'm really not interested.

- Excuse me?

- I'm just here to do my job.

- Oh, yeah?

You suddenly wanna become a cinematographer,

as soon as there was a chance to be alone?

- I do want to be a cinematographer.

Veronica!

I'm not done here! Where are you going?

Veronica!

- What was that?

- Stop.

Normal rustling to be found in any normal forest?

- No. No, it was something else.

- Okay, I heard that.

- Hughie, I'm scared.

- Who's out there?

Veronica?

Stop being such a weird bitch.

- I think we should go.

- No, no, no, no. We're not going anywhere.

- Hughie!

- This cheesy giggling is just Veronica.

Even though I've never heard her laugh, a day in my life!

The viewers will eat this shit up.

Yeah. Ha ha!

Okay, we know it's you, Veronica.

Just give us something, so we can go back to camp.

It's chilly.

- Hughie, please.

- Oh, give it up, V. Just give us a little lighting trick!

Whatever it is you're planning.

Is Michael there, too?

Was this all a setup?

Do you reckon this was all a setup?

- I reckon we should go.

- Okay, fine.

Gone quiet now, anyway. She gave up.

- Were those here before?

- Yeah, um...

Okay, let's go.

- You're so pretty.

- Veronica! You scared me.

- And what?

- What's wrong with you, and where's Tori?

- How should I know?

- Okay.

- Michael!

Michael!

If you're gonna snore, you're sleeping in Julien's house,

with the creepy dolls!

- Tori! What did I say before?

- I'm so sorry. "We film the scares"-

- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm anxious with all this work stuff, you know?

- Yeah, of course.

- Um, anyway, did you get what we needed out there?

- Sure did. - Great, great.

- You know, I think it's really great.

It's very creepy over there

and we found Santana's doll and everything.

- Oh, cool. Maybe we can film that tomorrow.

- Yeah, cool.

- Great.

Ah, Hughie's camera.

You can just put that over there with his things.

- Oh, they're not back yet? - No.

- You know, I really admire you.

You make everything so accessible,

and whenever you speak to anyone, you do it with dignity.

You're the reason I wanted this internship so badly.

- Yeah, you've been a great addition to the team, too.

Keep up a good work.

- Do you think Hughie would let me take some more shots?

- He's precious about his camera.

- Yeah. Maybe I'll just wait up for him.

- I wouldn't.

I dread to think what he's even doing out there, and,

you know, um, maybe ask him tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

So...

So, should we just gang out for a little bit?

- You know, I really have to get on with these notes, Tori.

Goodnight.

- Hello?

Hello?

Shit.

- Jo.

Everything okay?

- Yeah. I'm so sorry that your doll scared me.

- Yeah, they have a tendency to do that.

Do you wanna come in?

- I mean, sure.

I just, I'm not sure if you'd rather be alone,

and I know we said we'd come back in the morning.

- It's no trouble.

I'll be glad of the company.

- Okay.

- I can't remember the last time

I had someone here for tea.

- Well, I'm glad to be of service.

- Where did you find that?

- Oh, I just found it outside. Is it your daughter's?

- Yeah.

- "Dear Lily, love Johnny"?

- Oh, yeah.

I remember now.

It was Santana's friend, Lily's.

She must've dropped it, the last time she was here.

They used to play outside together, all the time.

- And Johnny?

- Yeah.

And Johnny.

Little Johnny.

He had such a crush on her.

- I know it's not the same thing, but, I live alone too.

So, I know what it's like to be alone.

Actually, uh, I just throw myself into work, you know?

I don't really have any family.

Well, no, the crew.

They're like my family, you know?

I don't think they realize just how much they mean to me.

- Family is important.

And you know, the best thing about family

is that you can always make your own.

They don't have to be blood.

You know, there is a difference

between being alone and feeling lonely.

I don't feel lonely.

I feel Santana's spirit all around me, every day.

I feel her warmth.

- That's...

That's nice.

- Look, I know you'd rather stay outside with your friends,

but I have some extra blankets you can take, if you like.

- That'd be lovely. Thank you.

- We used to sit outside and wrap ourselves in this blanket.

It was Santana's favorite.

It's lovely and warm.

- Um, I wouldn't, without your permission, of course, but,

I just wondered if you had any photos of Santana.

You know, it brings this story sort of more to life,

seeing there's a face.

You know? - Mm.

- I have many.

I used to look at them, every day.

But it was too painful to see her face.

- Yeah, I understand.

- I have some locked away.

It's getting easier to think about looking at them again.

- You, you mentioned before that Santana,

you know, sees through dolls.

- What do you want to know?

- Um...

Like...

What's she looking for?

- Not what.

Who.

- She's looking for someone?

- Santana was a very curious girl.

She liked to sit in the forest and watch,

when we would have visitors.

She used to sit there for hours, and just stare.

Her and her sister would stay out there for hours.

- Her sister?

Wait.

Is she alive?

Does she live here?

How old is she?

- Enough!

I'm sorry, Jo.

This is all very emotional.

- It's okay, um, I should get going,

because we have a really early start in the morning and-

- You know I'd never hurt you, Jo.

- Thanks for tea, Julien.

- Don't forget this.

- Goodnight.

- Sweet dreams.

- Santana?

- Will you be my doll, Jo?

- You all right, Michael?

What's that face for?

Are you grumpy?

- I'm the director. I have to be grumpy

- Morning, guys.

- We need to be getting those shots up at the house,

right now.

Boat is coming in two hours. I can't believe this.

- Hughie and Sadie are still sleeping, or...

- They didn't come back in last night.

- What?

- You didn't see them, either?

- No, I was writing some notes and I went straight to bed.

- I knew it was a bad idea to keep hiring them both.

Ever since they got together, they've been wandering off,

every five minutes, canoodling.

- No, this isn't like them. We should go and look for them.

- No, no. We're not wasting any more time.

Tori.

Tori, you've got the camera there, right?

- Yeah.

- And how do you feel about taking over?

- I'd love it.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - All right.

- What about sound?

I know I torture Hughie and Sadie, but they are the best.

- And they could be in trouble.

- Maybe Action Man came back for Hughie?

- We don't know what's out there.

- Please, they'll be fine.

They probably got busy in the woods

and then fall asleep or something.

I mean, Hughie definitely has, but poor Sadie-

- Okay!

Look, me and Tori are going up at the house,

to speak to Julien.

You two find those other idiots and meet us there.

- If those two are having tea with Julien right now,

I swear, I'll kill them both.

- Tea with Julien?

- Yeah, sorry. It's a bit too normal.

- Go.

- Don't get paid enough for this.

- I think I should get paid a little more,

taking on these extra responsibilities.

- This counts as ad hoc.

- Soon, my child.

- We did say we'd be back to him this morning, right?

- Yeah.

- Fuck this.

Julien?

It's Michael, the director. I'm coming in.

Julien?

Julien?

What the fuck?

- "Ad hoc."

Fucking cheap skate.

- Hey.

- Did I do good, Dad?

- We're proud of you.

You've done so much for your sister.

- Hughie!

Sadie!

- You better be decent by the time I find you!

- What if something's happened to them?

What if an animal got to them?

- An animal?

- Yeah. Well, something's not right.

Something's happened.

- Relax. They'll be fine.

They're cringe little idiots and they love each other.

They're probably trying to sneak past us,

while pulling on their clothes on right now.

- Hughie!

Sadie!

- That was us, once.

- What?

- Cringe little idiots who love?

- Veronica, this isn't the time. Come on.

- I'm just saying.

Try and remember how great it was.

- Well, the way I remember it, it wasn't great fun.

- I don't understand the fucking nothing reasoning

why you ended it, though.

But it's cool. Don't worry about it.

I don't wonder what was going on in your head anymore.

I'm over it now.

- Well, if you didn't know,

then that says it all, doesn't it?

- Keep going home alone and telling yourself that.

- Don't, you!

- Hi, Jo.

I can't wait for you to be my doll.

You should come with me.

- Uh...

Is she for real?

- That's Santana. I saw her last night.

- Santana?

Think fast.

It's just a fucking dolly.

I'll slice that open, like I did to mine when I was a kid.

- You don't sound very nice.

- Oh.

I'm not.

- I think we should go.

- You should come with me, Jo.

- She's not going anywhere with you.

- She is mine!

- Michael?

Michael.

Fuck.

- Sadie!

Sadie!

- Who are you? - Just a fucking dolly.

- Veronica.

Veronica, can you hear me?

Veronica!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

- I feel like shit.

- I think they killed Michael.

- Hughie and Sadie, too.

- I'm gonna get out of here, okay?

We just have to find Tori and-

- Oh, hi!

- Oh, I'm hearing things.

- Nope!

Hi, Veronica!

Mm. Sorry about this, Jo.

"We film the scares, we don't make the scares."

I tried to make sure I didn't frighten you.

- You're Julien's other daughter.

- I knew you'd work it out!

You're so smart, Jo!

- What's going on there? What other daughter?

- Surprise!

- He had two daughters.

You brought us here.

- Well, you brought us here.

So desperate for your big story.

My dad found you, though.

Your series is okay, by the way.

I think I could do better.

But you look so much like our Santana.

See?

That's me and Dad!

Oh, my God. Do you know what could be amazing?

If we could turn this into a documentary.

I mean, we wouldn't be able to show it to anyone, of course,

but it would be amazing, wouldn't it?

Then me and Santana could look back at it.

- You're fucking insane!

- We're so happy to have you here, Jo.

We've been looking for a body for Santana for a long time.

She's quite picky, but she really seems to like you.

- You brought us here, leading us to our deaths.

How could you?

- Not your death, Jo.

We could never hurt you.

But yeah, what about everyone else?

We don't need 'em, do we? We have each other!

- Tori, you fucking bitch!

Bring your stuffed sister here and I'm gonna fuck her up!

And then it'll be your turn!

- You're so angry, Veronica.

Do you know how much I fantasized about breaking your neck?

- Tori.

It's me you want, isn't it?

So just let her go.

Please.

- You untie me, I'm gonna slice that bitch-

- Veronica!

Veronica.

Stop.

Tori.

It's me you want, okay?

You don't need her. So just let her go, please.

- No.

Actually, we need her.

You see, for Santana to take her new body,

we need a sacrifice.

Guess who that is?

I think that will be my favorite part.

- No!

No!

- Tori, that's enough!

I'm sorry I had to do all of this, girls.

I thought I could just take two lives and it'd all be over.

But I've had to kill, and kill again!

We have needed Santana's blessing,

and that has been difficult.

Her spirit has grown very powerful and very unsettled.

It's taken a lot of work to find someone she approves of.

You should be honored, Jo.

- You're fucking crazy!

- Silent, or I cover your nose, too!

- Why me?

Why?

- Santana went missing one morning.

The last time I saw her,

she was playing happily in her favorite spot.

The next thing I know, I find her drowned in the river.

It fucking destroyed me!

I didn't protect her.

I failed as a father.

The years passed and my pain only got worse!

I couldn't be the father to Tori that I wanted to be,

because of it.

But I needed to do something.

The pain.

The grief. The sorrow.

All of that cursed Santana's soul.

It was my fault!

I made her a temporary body,

and now all I can do is free her.

She is trapped, and she will stay trapped,

until she finds the perfect host.

And she does have to be perfect.

Shut up!

Tori was looking for her sister, too.

We'd almost given up, until I found you.

As soon as I heard your voice,

before I ever saw your face, I just knew.

You were everything I imagined Santana to be.

If she had lived.

Santana knew, too.

Now we can begin.

- Please let us go! Just please, Julien.

Please.

Please! Please just let us go!

Please!

- It is with blood running the trapped souls

find a crack to escape.

Tori, focus!

- Fucking bitch!

- What have you done?

You spoiled the blood of the sacrifice.

- No, I didn't. They can drink from the same cup.

- They cannot drink the mixed blood, you fool!

Fuck! - Forgive me.

- We finish this, we will have our Santana back.

No!

Jo!

Jo!

The longer you hide, it'll only get worse for you!

Where the hell is she?

I'm not gonna hurt you!

I need you fit and well!

I am everywhere!

Everywhere!

Jo.

Jo!

Jo, I love a chase.

Jo!

Jo, come out!

Come out, Jo!

Jo.

Jo.

Jo?

Know you're in here, and I'm coming for you.

- What have you done?

You killed my dad.

- He wasn't well, Tori! How many people did he kill?

- He did what he had to!

All he wanted was for us to be a family again!

- Look. I'm gonna get out of here.

You can come, too. You're a good girl.

And this can just be-

- You're not going anywhere.

You know what? I used to think you were so amazing.

I couldn't wait for us to be sisters,

to get my Santana back, but you're not worthy of her.

- She must have been so special for you to go to-

- She was my best friend!

I didn't mean for her to die.

- You killed her?

- It was an accident.

She fell and I couldn't save her.

But she fell because of me, so I have to do this for her.

- Tori, look. You're not bad sister, okay?

You're not. You're a good kid, okay?

We can get out of here. We can go start fresh.

We can start new, we...

- I killed Michael, too.

I meant that one.

- I'm sorry for your dad and your sister, but it's over.

- Then you are not necessary.

You're so pretty, Jo.

I can't wait for you to be my doll.

- You're so pretty.

Thanks for being my doll.