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JUDITH: There we go.

Hands up.

Great. There we go. Beautiful.

You remember what we did.

Higher, Mark.

Lovely. Ah.

-To the side. Beautiful. -

-Oh.

Aw, thank you.

-Sorry. I just gave away your piece. -Who’s next?

-Mom, take it easy. -JUDITH: Oh, come on.

Kids keep us young.

Are you okay?

-Grandma.

-Are you okay, Grandma? -Mom?

Somebody call an ambulance!

JOSH: You don’t have to do this, Grandma.

JUDITH: Oh, I do. My health.

This’ll be better for everyone, believe me.

Hello. Welcome.

-You got it? -Yeah.

MS. BENSON: This way, please.

It’s a lovely second-floor room.

-You okay? -Mm.

Here we are.

-Hi. Hi. -I’m Liesel.

Uh, Judith.

Oh.

You didn’t have to unpack for me.

I could have done it myself.

Those are beautiful.

You were a professional dancer?

Mm, I dabbled.

Wow. I just...

MS. BENSON: Before I forget, your medication--

for Parkinson’s and for your stroke--

just leave it with me.

The nurses will make sure you get

the right pills for each meal or at bedtime.

Oh, I’ve always managed myself, thank you.

Well, you’ll no longer need to worry about it now.

Isn’t that a relief?

Perfect timing.

I need a new prescription, actually.

At least it’s quiet here.

That’s good. I’m a light sleeper.

MS. BENSON: Well, I’ll leave you to it,

and let me know if there’s anything that you need.

Ms. Benson, may I speak with you?

JOSH: You don’t belong here.

Oh, I’m 70, Josh.

Age is just a number. It doesn’t mean anything.

No, my darling.

That’s just something old people tell themselves to feel better.

Doesn’t sound like you.

Age is what stops me from dancing or teaching or...

keeping up pace with everybody.

-You look younger than everyone here. -

But you know what?

Every single one of these people thinks the same.

We all still think we’re 20.

I don’t, I don’t know how...

I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with this.

Well, can you deal...

Oh, what’s that?

-What? Oh! Stop! -

Okay. Mom.

-We’ll let you settle. -Right.

JOSH: Um... uh, wh-why don’t you go along?

I-I’ll catch up later. It’s... You know, I’ll just stay here

-for a little bit. -Josh, you need to come with me.

Grandma needs to rest.

Call me if you need anything.

-Sure. -

Okay.

Don’t worry. I’ll be okay.

Bye, Grandma.

ANNETTE Tree.

-Sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. -

-Judith. -

I guess we’re roomies like we’re back in college.

Looks like I caught you at a bad time.

Tree.

I’m watching.

I’m watching, watching.

-Looking for this? -

Thanks.

I was just about to panic.

Of course, you know about our no-cell-phone policy.

I-I’m sorry. What?

For the peace and quiet of the house,

we don’t allow any phones anywhere in the building.

You’re pulling my leg.

It was in the contract that you signed.

So much for all the exciting Insta updates

I could have posted from here.

I’m watching.

-I’m watching. I’m watching. -

She still hasn’t texted back.

-I’m sure she’s fine. -She’s fine?

Did you see her roommate and the people she’s staying with?

It’s tough, but we have to remember this was her choice.

You could’ve at least tried to talk her out of it.

No one has ever talked your grandma

out of anything she’s decided to do.

That’s bullshit. You didn’t want to look after her.

She moved here to take care of us

when we needed her the most.

-But now she needs help, she’s out? -That’s not fair.

I’m gonna go watch a movie.

MAN This is weird.

This may make you a little tense.

It made someone a little past tense.

Here’s looking at you, kid.

WOMAN: No! Oh!

-GARY: That is enough.

-Imogen. -IMOGEN: Let go!

-It is time to go to bed. Come with me. -I don’t want to sleep!

Go away!

-Go away! -No, this... Come with me right now!

-Go away! -Please go back to bed.

IMOGEN No! Oh!

I want to go home!

GARY: You are home.

IMOGEN I want home. Please.

-

LIESEL: How are you today?

Would you like to visit the grounds later?

I could make time for a little stroll if you like.

-Oh, I’d love that. -Okay, great.

JUDITH: I wasn’t ready for this change.

I miss dancing,

and I miss it more than anything else.

But my prognosis isn’t good.

My symptoms are under control for now, but...

who knows how long that’ll last?

Whatever’s coming next--

whenever or however I end up diminished--

I don’t want my family to see me like that.

Well, you look in great shape.

You want to see something fun?

Come on.

You okay?

Where the hell are you taking me?

Been a while since my last safari.

Well, this is it.

Wow.

Oh, it’s beautiful.

LIESEL: Right?

You just wish you could sit here with a good book.

Or-or curl up and nap and dream of fairies.

What’s this?

Damn kids.

They have these drunken sleepovers on the grounds.

-We’ve added a fence,

but now they cut their way through with pliers.

Takes me back.

My friends and I had these wild parties in the woods.

We’d smoke grass and play guitar,

-dance around the fire. -Mm.

It’s where I met my husband George.

Aw.

Life was easy then. Carefree.

An adventure.

What’d you find there?

Anyone you know?

No. I...

Probably not.

Come on.

We should probably head back before they call a search party.

JUDITH: Hmm.

LIESEL: You should find yourself a hobby here.

-Gardening? -Oh.

There’s lots of things to do.

Uh, watercolors, crafts, even ballet.

Maybe something you’d enjoy.

-Nope. -

Who wants to see an old bat fluttering about

-in a leotard, anyway? -

LIESEL: And here’s our vegetable patch.

Liesel, hi.

Hi.

Oh, hello.

Ladies, this is Judith.

-She just moved in last night.

-New blood. -Yes, you don’t say.

-Hi. I’m Ruth. -JUDITH: Hi.

Oh, nice to meet you.

-Thank you.

-A wormwood. -Yeah.

Do you make absinthe?

Do you know much about plants?

No, but I, uh, know a little about absinthe.

TRISH: Ah.

-

Watch your step, young lady.

-I didn’t see you there.

I’m sorry, uh, if I frightened you.

I’m Roland.

Oh. Uh, Judith.

I-I was just looking at the, uh...

Well, yeah, don’t mention it. It’s lovely to meet you.

-I was planning

to come to you later today to, uh...

Well, we have a card group going,

and, uh, we’re missing a player for bridge.

Do you, by any chance, uh...

-What a cliché.

Uh, it’s not as boring as it sounds,

I promise you.

-Hmm? -Uh...

Th-That... Yeah, sure.

-Oh? -Sure, that’d be nice.

Lovely.

Nice to meet you all.

-TRISH: Yes. -

-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye.

JUDITH: Bye.

WOMAN Attention, residents.

-

WOMAN: And plié.

-JUDITH: Hmm. -

Judith!

-Hi. -So glad you could join us.

Yes, well, with this wealth of exciting activity,

I wasn’t sure I’d find time in my schedule.

I, um, brought a little something

-to get the party started. -ROLAND: Oh.

-Bring it on, sister. -

Well, your spirit is so visceral.

Wonderful.

Thank you, Judith.

So, first things first.

Any family?

JUDITH: Uh, my daughter and, um,

my grandson Josh.

He’s 17.

Enjoy the visits, if they do come.

I got to warn you, they thin out quickly.

I hear you.

My friends deserted me when I stopped being able

to teach their kids how to dance.

-Uh-huh. -But Josh will keep visiting.

He’s the light of my life.

Keeps me young.

Does he? Really?

Well, his father died when he was little,

and we were all affected, of course,

but Josh, in particular, just didn’t know how to cope.

-ROLAND: Hmm. -After a while, it was important

that he go back to a normal life.

-You know, kids, fun. -Mm, mm-hmm.

But his mother wasn’t able to provide that, so I...

Well, he and I grew very close.

A fact which his mother still resents, I’m afraid, but...

-

Do you have family?

Oh, they’re long gone.

Once you’re here, you become, uh, irrelevant to society.

You’d think we were in prison.

Well, we are on death row.

You married?

Oh, widowed.

-Oh. -He was a good man

-and a great musician, and I do miss him. -Mm-hmm.

You?

Same. I-I miss my wife.

Uh, it’s good to have a significant other in your life.

I sometimes think that the toughest part of getting older

is that I might not get to see the man Josh will become.

Geez, enough of this depressing talk.

How do you like your new home?

-Uh, it takes time to adjust, right? -Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

You’ve got to accept the change and just move on.

-Right. -People who don’t,

they end up looking like, uh...

I-I can’t cast the first stone.

I-I was a dancer, you know?

My-my work depended on my youth--

or the appearance of it, anyway.

I-I understand people’s choices.

Well, I’ve had three face-lifts.

I’ve tried every fad diet.

-Tried filler,

-every Botox. -

If I’d been told that "bathing in the blood of virgins" stuff

actually worked, I’d have gone the way of Elizabeth Báthory.

Oh.

Well, in the end, there’s only so long

you can hold the fort, right?

Fighting nature always comes at a cost.

ANNOUNCER: Wish you could recapture

the beauty of your youth?

Hebora, nighttime formula...

-No! No! -In right here. Go.

-

No, no.

Let me go!

-I don’t want to go to sleep! -Get her in the bed. Get her...

-No! -You cannot sleep in the living room!

-No! No! -Just relax.

-Just relax. -

No, no.

-You’re acting like a child! -

Can I help you?

-No, no. It’s okay. -

Don’t you see him?

Pardon me?

Don’t you see him?

He’s watching us sleep.

Don’t you see?

Are you talking about...

-No.

LIESEL: It’s okay. It’s just Ozzie.

It doesn’t mean anything, okay?

-Look, see?

He’s gone already.

Here.

My grandfather, he had Alzheimer’s

the last years of his life.

It was like little pieces of his mind just...

falling apart one by one.

I’m sorry.

That’s why I became a nurse.

I just wanted to help make a difference.

My grandparents gave me this when I was little.

JUDITH: Oh, nice.

I like to think that they’re watching over me.

Um, time for bed.

Uh...

What’s that?

Oh, it’s just something to help you sleep.

We want to make sure everyone has a good night.

You’re drugging everyone.

Drugging?

That is awfully dramatic.

I know dealing with screaming patients is hard,

but don’t you think your teammates are a bit rough?

We’re all trained professionals,

and no one is sedated against their will.

Look, don’t worry, it-it takes a bit of time,

but you’ll fit right in.

-

-

-

ANNETTE No!

There! What is it?

Is she okay?

Where is he?

Are you having a bad dream, Ms. Albright?

Fuck no. He was standing right there.

Is that language absolutely necessary?

-I’m not a child. -Clearly not.

Good night, then.

Oh, Nurse, I...

Oh, it’s you.

Do you need something?

Was anyone in my room this morning?

My hairbrush is gone.

I wouldn’t think so.

-Let me help you find it. -I’m telling you,

someone took it. It’s gone.

Is this it?

Yes.

Yes.

You were probably just distracted.

New habits.

People misplace objects here all the time.

JUDITH: Whose turn was it?

-Ah.

Easy one.

"At what job do Wilbur and Chick work

in Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein?"

Uh, baggage clerks.

Boom.

What’s the deal with him?

Oh, he’s here every day.

He keeps thinking his wife’s picking him up to go home.

Keeps forgetting his wife’s dead and buried.

Can you imagine?

He could’ve been a mob boss.

He could’ve trained dolphins to become assassins

or-- who knows?

But now... his mind’s gone.

He’s gone.

Geez, make me cry, why don’t you?

No, no. I’m-I’m serious.

I-- It’s the worst, I think.

Oh.

Worse than having to pull a tapeworm out through your mouth?

Worse than your house keys falling into dog shit?

Oh, way worse. Way worse.

Or getting tiny paper cuts between each of your toes?

Oh, wait. Wait, wait. Between your teeth.

-Okay, okay, no, no, no.

Oh, God. Oh, what? Oh, that...

-No. You-you win. You win. -

It’s gonna get easier, right?

Boom.

Anyone there?

What are you doing in the hallway?

You’re supposed to be in your room.

There was something right there, on my bed.

Where the hell were you? I called you.

You’re not my only patient.

If you insist on wandering about,

I’ll have to lock your door.

JUDITH: Look.

It was right there.

What the hell? Let me go.

Calm down. You’re gonna hurt yourself.

I can put myself to bed, thank you very much.

Do you want me to call Gary to come in here and assist me?

-He’s right there in the hallway. -He’s there.

I knew it. He’s the one. Yeah, I knew it.

Gary has better things to do than to lurk around your room.

It’s just another nightmare.

Come on. Let’s get you back to sleep now, okay?

JUDITH Annette.

Who is it?

-You’ve seen him before. -

Where’s your crucifix?

Judith.

There you are.

-Hi. Thanks. -Sit.

You look tired.

Speak for yourself.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were hungover.

Where was the party?

Feeling better from last night, I hope.

Quite the nightmare you had.

"Quite the nightmare you had."

-They all treat us like children. -Right?

I wasn’t having a nightmare last night.

I was awake. I saw something.

-What was it? -

Someone standing at the end of my bed, watching me sleep.

And I know what you’re thinking,

but the same thing happened the night before.

Well, how clearly could you see?

Well, it was dark, but...

-Ms. Albright, how are you this morning? -You.

Were you in my room last night?

-In your room? What are you... -Around 1:00 a.m.

-What kind of creep watches women when they sleep? -Uh...

And Annette’s crucifix is missing.

Is that what you do? Steal from the elderly?

Uh, Judith, the-the tea’s getting cold.

This isn’t achieving anything.

-All right. -All right.

ROLAND: Okay.

I-I don’t know what to do.

I mean, should I call the police?

No, no, no. Don’t call the police.

Don’t do anything dramatic.

Now, uh, you may be right, and I-I don’t like him, either,

but, Judith, everyone else,

not being able to distinguish

between what’s real and what’s a dream,

that’s a sign of dementia.

And they will have you diagnosed and medicated in no time.

RUTH: He’s right. In their eyes,

none of us have both oars in the water anyway.

TRISH: Yeah, trust me.

The moment they see any signs of illness,

they treat you like an invalid.

Look around you.

None of these people are getting out of here.

Not for Thanksgiving, not for Christmas,

not for their grandkids’ graduation.

Now, once they see weakness,

the only way you’re getting out of here is in a box.

Ms. Albright. Is everything all right?

Oh, yes.

I’d just like to get some air.

Outside walks must be accompanied.

What do you mean?

We’re locked inside?

We need to know where our residents are at all times.

Uh, some wouldn’t be able to make it back on their own.

-Come with me.

We have a children’s choir recital in the living room.

I’d rather poke myself in the eye.

Have a nice day, Ms. Albright.

George?

-How did you... -It doesn’t matter.

Come away with me.

This is no place for you.

-

Sorry.

I, um...

Um...

What was I...

Do... do I bid?

Bids are in.

Spades are up.

Are you okay?

Sure. Sure. I think...

I must have been... you know, I was dreaming.

-ROLAND: Uh-huh. -For a minute there, I think.

Well, you’ll adjust.

You’ll find a... a new reason to get up every morning.

Just give it time.

Look, we’re all in this together.

You know, if ever you get the blues,

you just come see me and Ruth.

We’re in the room right next door.

-Whoa. Oh.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought that we could prove to ourselves

we’re not as old as we think.

-Roland. -Oh, I was in my room,

and I thought about that gorgeous woman

-just across the hallway... -

...and the connections that we share.

And I thought that maybe...

No. No, no, no.

I-I mean, I really appreciate...

I mean, I’m flattered by the attention,

but, um, I’m not ready for that.

Oh.

Ah, geez, I got my signals crossed.

Listen, I-I... Sheesh.

-I thought you’d be game. -

-My apologies. -Well, no harm done.

You move fast, Roland.

Let’s not mention this, all right?

All right.

Oh, cheese and crackers.

-

-What a madhouse. -

Who’s there?

Roland?

-Take a breath. -

-Another. -

Uh, chick.

Uh, lemon.

Left hand.

The other hand.

DR. GEOGHEGAN: I believe we are talking about

Parkinson’s disease dementia.

I’m sorry, what?

It’s not uncommon.

-JUDITH: Hang on.

You can see dementia on the MRI?

I’m afraid so.

How can this be happening?

Would you mind waiting outside for a moment, Ms. Albright?

I just have a detail or two to settle with your daughter.

You’re going to discuss my treatment without me?

I’m not a child. I...

Ms. Albright, I-I understand that this is a lot to take in,

but it would be easier if you gave us a moment.

What can we do?

Your mother has complained about vivid dreams

which she couldn’t differentiate from reality.

It’s caused her to fall.

She needs our constant supervision.

She’ll be safer here at the manor.

What’s important is that neither you

nor any member of your family encourage her delusions.

She needs to understand that her nightmares

are all in her head.

-Oh, God. -Don’t worry.

I’ve worked here for over 20 years.

She’s perfectly safe.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Whatever I’ve seen at night, it’s real.

At first, I thought it was a member of the staff,

but now I think...

Let me come home.

I mean, this clearly

is not working out for me.

Mom, I can’t do that.

I can’t go against the doctor’s advice.

Why won’t you believe me?

Mom.

We all want you to feel better.

But, you know, you’ve always had a vivid imagination.

We’re all trying to look after you.

I promise.

We’ll see you soon, okay?

on a moonless night...

on the wind...

-Help me. -What?

Help me get out.

-What? -Imogen, come on.

-Let’s go inside. Okay? -Oh.

Come on.

-There you are. -Sweetheart.

What’s on your mind?

I don’t want to worry you.

Then it’s bad.

This place--

being surrounded by all these sick old people--

makes me feel like I’m...

ROLAND: So, this must be the grandson.

Hi. I’m Roland. I’m a friend of your grandmother’s.

-Hi. -I hope.

-Anyway, I heard a lot about you.

-Hey. -

I’ll let you two catch up.

Hey, he seems cool.

Yeah, he is cool.

But we play cards with his friends, and...

-Don’t judge. -

JUDITH: Mm.

JOSH: I better go.

You know, I’d-I’d really like to get out this weekend.

Could you two pick me up?

Let’s go for a, you know, Sunday lunch or movie or...

Uh, no, I-I don’t think...

I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

Why?

They say you’ll settle faster

if you don’t go home right now, so, you know,

maybe hang with your-your new friend.

Roland, right? Yeah.

"They say"?

You listen to them now?

Do you know they won’t even give me the code to go out?

Oh, God, I’m so sorry.

I’m such a wet blanket right now.

Come back later, okay?

JOSH: Your ticket out.

Good boy.

I’ll be back tomorrow.

-

Are you guys...

Hang on. Are you smoking grass?

-Uh, no. -

-No. -Oh, my God, you...

-you are smoking grass. -

-It’s-it’s purely medicinal. -

-And that’s the end of it. Sorry. -Yeah.

-Did you grow it?

-Is that why you have to... -Uh, well...

Whoa.

How long have you two lived here?

I mean, you’ve almost made it into a home.

Oh, it’s a mess.

We’ve been going through some old clothes.

-RUTH: Yes. -Oh, really? May I?

Sure. Have a look.

See if there’s anything you like.

-Really? -

Were you 20 when you moved in?

-Oh, no. -Sure feels like it.

Oh.

-This had to be you. -Oh, yeah.

Oh, you can have that.

-

Your roommate is not looking too good.

Mm-hmm, she had a turn for the worse last night.

-WOMAN: What’s going on? -

No. Off, kitty.

-Off you go. -Shoo. You’re scaring everyone.

I don’t understand.

-What’s the deal with the cat? -

I’ve seen Annette freak out about it before.

Ozzie, the poor kitty.

RUTH: He can sense who’s about to die.

Cats are smart that way.

I mean, we may have one foot in the grave,

but nobody wants to be the next to go.

Annette.

-Are you okay? -

The doctor insists you take this to help you relax tonight.

Insists? Why?

Residents get a little agitated

when Ozzie, um, misbehaves.

I don’t need to be sedated, thank you very much.

It might help with those dreams you’ve been having.

Hey.

Did Annette ever say what she saw in her nightmares?

Please take the pill, Judith. You’ll sleep better.

-We’ve been marked.

You won’t be saved.

Find it.

Annette! Annette!

Help us! Somebody!

Annette.

Holy shit, Annette.

Oh.

Annette.

Annette. Annette.

Gary, get the doctor quick.

Come on. Come on, Annette.

Are you okay?

Oh, God.

Annette? Hon?

I’m so sorry you had to see this.

Will you be all right in here for the night?

Okay.

"Find it"?

Find what?

Oh, fuck this.

Oh, thank Christ.

-

-JUDITH: Shit.

GIRL: Oh, you’re squeezing my arm too tight.

What are you doing there?

-Whoa, no. -Oh, careful. You’re...

-I don’t think that I’m... -Wait a minute.

I heard something. Did you hear that?

Come on. I’m freezing my ass off.

-Let’s go. -Oh, all right.

-You’re so cranky. -Oh. If you were a real gentleman,

-you’d give me your jacket. -Really?

-

You eat your eggs with a fork?

-I don’t have a fork. -

Have you seen Judith today?

Uh, no.

Can’t say that I have.

ROLAND: Hmm.

Judith?

Ms. Albright?

Ms. Albright is MIA.

JOSH: Shit. There she is.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

BARBARA: Yes, we found her, thank God.

How could this happen?

What do you mean, no harm done?

For Christ’s sake, she’s not even dressed.

Josh.

I have to tell you something,

but you have to promise you’ll keep an open mind, okay?

Sure. Sure.

I think there’s something out there in that house killing us.

-Wait. Wh-What? -

Look at these names.

Annette, my roommate, she died last night.

All the others above her name have died, too.

I don’t know who or what it is, but...

Imogen’s next, and then me.

Help me.

I need to get out of that place.

All this proves is that

whoever wrote this was really paranoid.

God, why does everyone treat me like I’m crazy?

Even you.

Remember when you were little

and I used to chase the monsters out from under your bed,

and I’d listen to your stories, and I’d listen

to your fears and your excuses when you came home late?

I have faith in you.

Can’t you have the same faith in me?

Mom, you... you can’t do this again, ever.

If Ms. Benson hadn’t called us, if-if we hadn’t found you...

I’m not a prisoner. I shouldn’t be locked up.

It’s the rules. You agreed when you signed them.

I didn’t agree to have my freedom taken away from me.

I’m not gonna take you home, Mom.

You wanted a Sunday lunch, fine, but the doctor...

That doctor’s a charlatan.

I won’t go back.

"The doctor’s a charlatan."

All right, that’s enough.

I’m your mother, not your child.

I’ll be right back.

End of discussion.

She’s clearly not happy there.

I think we should take her home.

They warned me about this.

I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.

Worse?

How can things be worse?

Open your eyes. Can’t you see the state she’s in?

Honey, I know Grandma’s scared.

I know she’s worried.

This is a difficult time for everybody.

Dad would know what to do.

Josh, you should know, um...

She’s not doing so well.

What do you mean?

Oh, shit.

BARBARA: Mom, they’ve come to pick you up.

No. No. No.

-This way. -No, Barbara, look.

-Look-look at this picture. -Come on.

-Leave me alone. I-I’m not crazy! -

-Just look at the damn picture! -Keep walking this way.

-Come on. -Yeah, okay. -I don’t want to go back!

How can you do this to me?

I’m your mother! I’m your mother!

-ELIZABETH: Calm down. -JUDITH: How can you do this?

Hey.

Roland Benson.

Ms. Benson.

Trish Price and Gary Price.

What the fuck?

Ruth Cooper and Elizabeth.

Annette.

Imogen.

What the hell?

JOSH This is Josh.

-You know what to do. -

Josh. Come here as soon as you get this.

It’s-it’s very important. Please.

MS. BENSON: ...you as well. I’m heading into my office.

Let me take a look at the calendar.

We don’t have any rooms available right now, I’m afraid,

but I should have an opening...

in about a week.

I’ll send the application right away.

Okay.

Of course.

-Thank you. Bye. -

I was... I was just...

I know. I was...

Liesel, come in, please.

I need you to check the medication for 312.

-LIESEL: Okay, perfect. Yeah.

I actually did check...

Oh, God.

Oh, Josh.

-You okay? -Oh, thank God you’re here.

I have to get out.

No, again?

I know who’s killing people.

It’s Roland.

-Wait, the-the old guy you play cards with? -Yeah, I...

I thought you liked him.

I’m in danger.

I haven’t seen Imogen since yesterday.

I’m next on the list.

Okay, okay, why don’t you speak to the director, then?

-She can help. -No, she’s his daughter.

Or his granddaughter.

-I mean, she’s in on it. -In on what?

These so-called nightmares I’ve been having,

this man’s behind them.

And his friends, too.

And they’re all related to members of the staff.

Isn’t that weird?

Yeah, that’s super weird.

-Yeah. -Wait.

I-I thought you said what you saw wasn’t human.

Oh.

No, no, it’s not them.

Or it could be.

It-it could be they-they turn...

turning at night into something... else.

I don’t... I’m confused.

I don’t know... What are you talking about?

I saw Roland in a photograph at the diner in the hallway.

He looked exactly the same 40 years ago.

Oh, I know it sounds insane, but it’s the truth.

Um...

The doctors said...

...you might try to convince us that you’re seeing stuff.

Is that what you believe?

That I’m crazy?

He says you-you have...

Dementia?

That doctor’s a crook.

And he’s part of the conspiracy, and I can prove it.

Where the hell...

What are you looking for?

The file.

What file?

It’s gone. It was... it was right there.

Somebody took it.

-What was it? -My brain scan.

And-and those of others here diagnosed with the same disease.

All exactly identical.

They’re fake, Josh.

Brain scans?

How-how do you even know...

that they’re brain scans and if they’re slightly different

and-and someone... someone took them?

I hate to say this, but it sounds bonkers.

You’re right.

I should be going. I should get back.

You only just arrived.

Yeah, I got to be home for dinner.

Will you be coming back tomorrow?

Tomorrow? I-I don’t think so.

I, um...

I’m s-swamped this week, so I...

Next week, for sure.

Next week.

Yeah.

Good night, Grandma.

Time for bed.

Oh, not yet.

It’s very late.

Wait, what’s that?

Well, I’ve been asked to restrain you.

Whoa, no. No, no.

Look, Judith, it’s for your own good.

So you won’t fall out of the bed

-if you have nightmares. -I said no. No.

-Let go. Stop it. -

No.

No, you don’t touch me.

-Not you. -Judith, Judith, calm down.

-No! No! Stop! -Judith, get your feet together.

-Please just... -Stop it!

-Please just hold her down. Please... -Get off me!

-Get the fuck off me! -Please, Judith.

-Get off me! -Calm down!

-Judith, you need to calm down. -No, I don’t want this!

-Calm down right now. Calm down. -Stop! -Judith. Wait.

No!

-Good.

You said you wanted to help people.

Your grandfather’s real proud of you, don’t you think?

I once heard Dr. Geoghegan say that

when you’ve experienced something disorienting,

you should close your eyes and count to five.

When you open them again,

whatever you saw or heard will be gone.

Seriously?

Count to five?

What the fuck kind of advice is that?

-I believe you. -What?

But you’re gonna have to stay like this

and play along tonight.

I’m being watched.

But I know what’s going on.

I’ll check in on you, and we’ll talk in the morning.

-Okay? -Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Help! Help me!

Somebody help!

Help me!

Oh, my God, they’re right. I’m going crazy.

Oh, my God!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

-

Good morning, Judith.

Oh.

Oh, where’s Liesel?

-Oh, she won’t be back for a while.

JUDITH: She said she’d be here.

She’s on sick leave.

What?

-I’m sorry. -No.

-I know you two get along. -

Hopefully, you and I can be friends, huh?

Imogen.

Help me get out.

Imogen, let’s go.

Imogen.

WOMAN: Out and up to fifth position

and around.

Beautiful, class.

Oh, no.

-

No.

-I’ve seen it-- the photos on the wall

and these-these friends of yours.

Look. Look.

Thought it might mean something, so I looked it up on-online.

It-it’s a Celtic sigil, representing an oak tree.

A symbol of-of longevity and regeneration.

Like-like a tree of life. Do you understand?

Celtic? -Yeah.

-So? -So... you were right.

You’re not going crazy.

You’re right.

There is something going on here.

I-I don’t know what it is, but it’s some Wicker Man magic.

But I-I don’t think you should stick around and find out.

Well, I can’t... I can’t just leave.

I... We have to do something.

Go to the police.

No, we-we need evidence.

Trust me, they won’t believe us without it.

I’m s... I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.

JUDITH Oh.

Come on.

Let’s go before the nurse starts her rounds.

Let’s start with Roland.

-Roland?

-You watch the door. -Okay.

What are we looking for?

Anything incriminating.

Like what?

I don’t know. Cauldron, broomstick.

Just let me know if anyone shows up.

Oh, my God. The scans.

Yeah.

I knew it.

I knew I didn’t lose my hairbrush.

What is that?

Oh, gross. Is that his?

Quite sure it’s mine.

Oh, my God, what a perv.

Wait a minute.

Shit, shit, shit.

Someone’s coming. Come on, come on, come on. Under the bed.

Hurry.

Hurry up.

Come on. Hurry up.

No! What are you doing?

Fuck.

Roland?

Where the...

Where the fuck did he go?

Oy, language.

Hey, "language" yourself. You cuss plenty.

Yeah, well, I fucking earned it.

You’re 17.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

What the hell was that?

-It’ll be all right. -What-what was that?

We have to follow them.

I think I know where he’s going.

Do you know the new code?

-I-I-I do, but, um... -Yeah.

Let’s not waste time.

We got to get moving.

-Now. -What the f...?

JOSH This way.

Pass me your cell phone.

My grandparents gave me this.

I’m being watched, but I know what’s going on.

She’s on sick leave.

Oh, Liesel.

Turn off your light.

Before we go any further,

if anything goes wrong-- anything--

I want you to run away as fast as you can.

I can’t run, but I don’t have as much to lose.

-No, no, no. I am not... -You...

I’m not going anywhere without you.

I’m the Wilbur to your Chick.

Fine.

All right, let’s do this.

They’re witches. They’re fucking witches.

Holy shit.

So they are.

Lord of the forest, we welcome you unto us.

Into this circle we are bound.

We refuse the degradation of our bodies.

Allow us to once again feed upon the weak,

through your minion,

to absorb their energies and replenish ours,

to thrive through their ill health

and live beyond their death.

Oh, tree of life, send your minion to feed for us

and extract the last remaining energy

of Judith Albright.

No!

Josh, no!

-

JUDITH: No! Let him go!

ROLAND: Judith, I knew from the beginning

you were a vivacious one.

Help!

There’s no one here to help.

-Why are you doing this? -Isn’t it obvious?

I watched my wife lose her mind bit by bit

until she couldn’t recognize our grandchild.

I’m not gonna go through that ever.

What about the people you kill?

Their sacrificed souls keep us going.

They already had one foot in the grave.

If you’re going to cheat death, you got to pay the price.

But from midnight until dawn, the witching hour,

I get to be young again every night.

Those kids I saw in the woods-- they were you.

Incredible.

This is nothing personal.

Judith, you’ll excuse the... the cliché.

I really like you, but...

-you can’t make an omelet without... -No.

...breaking a few eggs.

-JOSH: No!

JOSH: No!

No. I don’t understand.

JUDITH: It’s your fucking hair, Roland.

-

Oh.

Let him go,

or I swear I’ll trim this fucker into kindling.

No!

Judith, wait!

It doesn’t have to end this way.

There’s another way.

We welcome you among us.

Both of you.

You can destroy that tree,

and then sit and wait to slowly die alone

with all the other people in that house.

And you, young man, you can watch her fall apart,

lose her mind, no longer recognize you.

Or you can join us and be young again.

Healthy, vibrant forever.

Think of the happiest time in your life,

when everything was exciting,

you had a purpose, you were loved.

Think of all that you’ve lost.

Remember that feeling, those happy times.

How easy it all was, how carefree.

We can give that all back to you.

RUTH: And you have a young person--

like my Elizabeth or Trish’s Gary--

who can help you and keep your secret.

It’s a perfect partnership.

All those poor people.

Imogen, Annette, God knows how many others.

The lives you sacrificed.

Are they really living?

They merely exist.

They’re awaiting death.

They’re ghosts.

That’s your future, Judith.

Can’t you see?

We’re just cutting short their suffering.

It’s a mercy.

The price to pay is very small, really.

And what other choice do you have?

A useless existence in a broken body.

TRISH: Think about it, Judith.

No more limping.

No more pain, no more disease.

We dance, Judith.

We dance every night.

Just think of it.

And you, young man,

will never have to know the anguish

of watching your loved one slip away.

Or die, like your father.

Remember how hard that was?

And how your grandmother was there for you?

TRISH: Who will be there for you, Josh, when she dies?

Judith, do it for Josh.

JOSH: Grandma, please.

Don’t leave me alone.

GROUP:

Oh, Barbara.

-Come here, sweetie. -Happy birthday.

JUDITH: Aw.

Josh, sweetheart.

Mm.

Isn’t it the wrong birthday?

Oh.

We thought they’d remind you of the past.

Oh, that’s wonderful.

WOMAN: Oh.

My grandson, everyone.

-He’s joining the staff here.

Isn’t that great?

-He keeps me young. -

Oh, anybody want cake?

-WOMAN: Let’s all have some. -