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- Let's get ready! Come on, guys!

- It was on the end of the table. Ha-ha!

- Dad?

- That's fucking crazy.

- Guys, there's something down in the water.

- What are you talking about? - The boat.

- I don't see anything. - I don't know.

I think it's empty. - Show me where.

- I don't know. I just saw it come down the river.

- I don't know. Come on, let's go, let's go look.

- Where is everybody going?

- Julie, what are you doing? - Wait for me.

- Wait, Jess.

Shit, oh my god!

- Hey, Connie. - Hey.

- What are we looking at?

- It's hard to tell, boss.

You're gonna have to take a look for yourself.

Amy Lafoy spotted it first.

She brought the whole dang family over.

It might be a while till anybody gets any sleep.

- Look like a local to you?

- I don't know how you would tell.

You ever seen anything like this, boss?

- Ah...

You call the coroner service yet?

- Mm-hmm.

- Carl Talson's gonna want take a look at this.

- Carl's in Ottawa until the end of the month.

Jacob's on his way.

Yeah, he'd be the guy.

Jacob. - Hawkins.

Chief of Lone Crow.

- That's a hell of a car.

- Heard you're heading down south to the big city, man.

- Yep. Just one week left.

- Well, I'm surprised it took you this long.

How's Meg doing with it?

- Haven't spoken to Meg in a little bit.

- A little bit, like what's that?

Less than a lot but more than not enough?

So, what do you got for me?

- John Doe in a canoe.

- Bad?

- Words wouldn't do it justice.

- Okay. Let's see what we got here.

Holy shit. - Yeah.

- Where'd the bones go?

- Is there any way, you know,

animals could have done this or?

Animals?

There'd be bone fragments and shrapnel and...

Where did you find this?

It wasn't animals.

And bugs would leave cocoon sacks and webs.

This, this guy's insides have been shredded.

Look at this.

What does that look like?

- Is that an extra fucking finger?

- It looks like your boy here was disfigured.

That makes things very lucky for you.

- Yeah, it'll speed things up by a few clicks.

- Jake, what are the...

- Well then, it will be sticky

with a high Tuesday near...

- Put this somewhere for me, would you?

- Okay. Ah, why?

- Because it creeps me out. I don't know.

Nothing definitive in the cause of death.

Jake was headed up to Thunder Bay with some tissue samples,

but bit of a lucky break, actually.

Our John Doe- - Cole Parsons.

It's the dead guy's name.

Lon Yazi was checking his trap-line out before dawn.

He found this.

It's Dr. Cole Parsons.

He's some kind of physics genius

with a lab at the University of Ozark.

It's in Oklahoma.

- What's he doing here?

- He leased a place up at Lynx Creek about 15 months ago.

- Lynx Creek is in the middle of nowhere.

I mean there's, there's nothing up there but bush.

- And a house, a big one

according to the letter of agreement,

He, ah, chartered a boat to take him up there, Hawk.

- Local outfit?

- Hmm. Meg Fullbright.

- Right.

I always said you were a better shot than me.

- Officer Hawkins.

What law did I break?

- See you found another lost cause.

- Yeah, we're a welcoming family here.

Oh. Hi.

Lester, this is John Hawkins,

Chief of Lone Crow.

For the time being anyway.

- Yeah, I figured you might have heard about that.

- A town this size, even the raccoons have heard by now.

Transfer down south, huh?

Finally making it out to the big city.

Hey man. Sincere congratulations.

- I'm actually here on business.

You did a job a while back about a year ago.

A guy named Cole Parsons.

- Yeah, scientist dude. What about him?

- Turned up dead this morning.

- Fuck.

What happened to him?

- Ah, I can't really say yet.

- Would you tell me if you could?

- What do you remember about him?

- Seemed like a decent guy, he was kind of distant,

needed to get up to Lynx Creek, and it was just him

and a couple of big wooden crates.

Equipment, lots of it.

- What type of equipment?

- His business, not mine.

- You never thought to ask?

- Says the guy who never bothered to tell me

he was blowing outta town.

- I gotta head up to, to Lynx Creek, do some poking around.

I'm gonna need some transportation.

And someone who, you know, knows their way around.

Connie.

- Yeah.

- What do you know about this Amber Alert?

- Parson's little girl? - Yeah.

- As far as I know, she's still missing.

The missing person's report was never closed.

I'm waiting on a callback from the lead investigator.

- And what about the parents? Were they cleared?

- Yeah, it looks like it.

Linda Parsons, that's the wife,

she wasn't even in the state when it happened.

And Dr. Parsons was so distraught they had to sedate him.

- Huh.

- So you're training dogs now?

- Oh, it's just a hobby.

Getting people in and out of the bush is still my job.

- That's an interesting way of putting it.

- Haven't changed a bit, Jake.

- Are you sure about this, boss?

- Which part?

- Any of it?

- Just stay close to the phone. Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- So I'm guessing this is as far as the road goes.

- As far as any road goes.

Took Parsons up in May when the water was really high

and even then we barely scraped through.

- A fishing boat?

- There won't be any fishing on this trip, Jake.

- How long until we get to the house you think?

- Hour and change.

We can camp here and take the river in the morning

if it makes you feel better.

- You got any floodlights? - Yep.

And a tarp. - No,

let's get there tonight. - Hey, what if someone's

waiting for us, do you really wanna show up in the dark?

- You're with Chief of Lone Crow, Jake.

Don't worry about it.

I swear I heard someone say this would take an hour.

Hey Connie, what do you got?

- I got a few things, boss.

The first item is that bug, the wasp.

The one you guys found on Parson's body.

Yeah. It aint so dead.

You think I should send it to the lab?

Yeah.

I wouldn't make that a priority.

Is that, is that everything?

- Well, I haven't been able to locate the wife just yet,

but I did talk to a sheriff's deputy who worked on the case.

And according to him, Linda Parsons fell apart

after her daughter disappeared.

She had to spend three months in a psych ward.

- No shame in that. - No, but evidently

she blamed the disappearance on something

her husband invented.

- Come again. - Some kind of machine.

He faxed over the deposition.

- Connie. What?

- "That thing my husband built stole my little girl."

Boss?

Hawk, you still with me?

- Good news?

- Ah, my deputy calls about a bug.

You guys hear that?

Yeah.

It's kind of like it's coming from everywhere.

Fuck!

All my life, I'm like heroin to bugs.

- Meg, what was that?

- Whatever it was, it's gone now.

The house is just up the path.

There's a clearing in a hundred yards.

- All right, you two deal with the boat.

I'm gonna check this out on my own first.

- I'm not gonna miss that about him.

- I guess this is where I tell you, I told you so.

- Not gonna miss you either, Jake.

- Just stating the facts, Meg.

- No, you're kicking me when I'm down.

You can be a real smug fuck. You know that?

- That's why you left me for Chief of Lone Crow, right?

I still think about us, Meg.

- Let's keep it professional, huh?

- Jesus fucking Christ.

Who builds a monstrosity like this this far north?

- Ah, it, it looks different.

- Different? What the fuck you mean?

- I'm, I'm gonna go on inside and poke around.

Hang tight.

Hello?

Police.

Anyone home?

Hawk!

- I mean, it's a big house. I looked around.

I couldn't find any signs of life.

- Should we, should we go back?

- Home sweet home.

- Wow.

I do not remember

it being this bad.

- Rats, maybe. Raccoons.

- Yeah. Big ones.

- It's coming from the basement.

- Hey, check this out.

Some kind of supercharger. - Geez.

How much power does this joint need?

- It depends on what you're getting up to, I guess.

This looks like it could be the electrical.

- And that one?

There's something back here.

That's interesting.

- What?

- Looks like it goes all the way up.

- I think I know where this cable's going.

There was a room that I couldn't get into before.

I swear to God, this door was locked

the last time I was here.

- Huh. Dear, this is some weird shit.

- What is all this?

What is it?

Ah, fuck!

I just got stung, man. - You all right?

- Get the fuck away from me, man!

- Hey, you fucking watch yourself.

- Jake, let me take a look. - I'm fine.

Sorry, it's just every fucking bug

is out for my blood tonight!

And this is voodoo bullshit!

- What kind of scientist did you say that was?

- I didn't, but since you asked, physics,

particle physics, actually.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- What's wrong? - Do you remember that time

Greg and Anna were arguing about Jiffy Peanut butter?

- Yeah. What does that have to do with this?

- They couldn't decide whether it was Jiff or Jiffy,

even though they'd been eating that peanut butter for like,

I don't know, since the 1970s.

- Okay, so?

- The Mandela Effect, Connie, the Mandela Effect.

Ever wonder why things haven't been the same

in the world since 2008?

It's these scientists.

You know, ever since the day they started playing

with particles and collapsing micro black holes,

ah, nothing's been the same.

Come on, think about it. Was it Jiff or was it Jiffy?

- Huh.

Oh, hang on.

- This is Connie. - You know,

who built a house this big all the way out here?

- Up the Porcupine River? I don't know.

I mean, the old Arnprior Railway did go up there.

- Yeah, that crossed my mind too.

Check with all the local fur traders, you know,

see if they've ever heard of this place.

Maybe the bush pilots, they could have flow over it, so.

- Boss? - Hello?

Oh, Connie?

Connie?

- So, is this is how you pictured finishing

your hitch as Chief of Lone Crow?

- Ah, I thought I might be a little drunker,

wearing a bear skin hat, maybe.

- Yeah. It's not how I thought you'd do it either.

What? First you steal my girl then you ditch her.

Did a number on us both, man.

- What's your problem, Jake?

- I can ask you the same thing.

- Yeah, except it'd be none of your fucking business.

- That's exactly where you're wrong.

- It stopped being your business the minute

that Meg threw your sorry ass out,

which was long before we were anything.

So spare me the fucking bullshit, will ya?

- It's a fucking great story, huh?

I like how you're the hero and I'm the prick.

- You are the prick, Jake.

- Yeah, well, you ain't no hero, John.

It's a fucking shame you just can't see

what's right in front of your eyes.

Trust me. I'm doing it for her sake, not yours.

You're making the same mistake I did.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Are you okay?

- Fine.

- Are you sure? 'Cause your eye looks a little...

- I don't need a doctor, so it's okay.

- Okay.

Dude. What the fuck?

- Sorry, I just thought that maybe we might wanna all bunk

in the same room together.

- Why?

- As a precaution.

One of us keep watch. Maybe.

- You want a roommate, try Jake.

- Hi.

Can't sleep.

Something happened to this house since I last saw it.

- What do you mean?

- It's not the same.

It's changed. It's gotten like older or something.

- I'm not sure I follow.

- All those cables.

You know, and, and the air in here is like,

like metallic or something.

Oh, yeah, maybe it's just my imagination.

I've spent weeks alone in the bush.

This house? No fucking way.

You never even asked if I'd come with you.

- Would you have said yes?

- Would you have stayed?

- Would you have asked me to?

- Would it have mattered if I did?

- Oh, is that really a fair question?

- It feels like we're playing chicken.

See who's gonna say the wrong thing first.

- Would you rather if we didn't say anything at all?

- Would that be easier for you?

- Wait, don't go, don't go.

- What? - That sound.

The power's out.

- What the fuck is that?

Jake?

He must have gone outside for a leak or something.

Who are you?

- Okay.

Everyone just stay calm. - I'm not, I'm calm.

Where is my husband?

- Your, your husband?

Are you Linda Parsons?

- Don't move.

- My name is John Hawkins.

I'm the chief of the Lone Crow Police Department.

- What are you doing here? - I could ask

the same thing to you.

- I'm here to find my husband.

- Mrs. Parsons, Linda.

A man's body was found just outside Lone Crow.

- Way south, down river.

- That's why we're here.

I'm, I'm truly sorry.

- Can I get you anything?

- Some heat would help.

- The, ah, generator is out.

- Let me see if I can get it working.

Be careful.

- The power was on when I got here.

- When was that? You got back here?

- Yesterday. I think.

- You're not sure?

- What happened to him?

- We're hoping, um, some tests are gonna clarify that.

- Hoping?

- Natural causes has been ruled out.

That's pretty much all I can tell you right now.

Meg, are you okay down there?

- Yeah! I, I can't get it to work.

- You said you came up here looking for your husband.

How did you know where he was? Did he contact you?

- No, I, I finally tracked down

the rental agency, the house.

So I chartered a float plane.

- The pilot?

- He didn't stay. I didn't want him to.

- So you stayed here alone last night?

- My husband had been here, the power was on,

so I waited.

And finally I went out searching.

- You just got back now? - Yes.

- Okay.

Okay.

The body was significantly damaged,

but it was your husband's ID.

- So you don't know. Not for certain.

You don't know it's him. - Ah, your husband's hand.

- What is it?

- When you got here,

you're sure there was no one else outside?

- No, not that I saw. - What's going on?

- Stay here.

Jacob?

Fucking guy.

- The fuck?

- Isabelle.

- Hey! Get out!

- Jake! Hey, Jake!

Okay, okay.

- Where am I? Where am I?

- Did you, did you turn that thing on?

- No, of course not.

- We're not dicking around here, man.

What the fuck was that?

- I don't know. I don't know.

- How did you get up there?

- I was asleep, then the next thing you know,

I'm in that fucking attic.

Just don't touch me. Okay?

I need to go lie down.

- Hey. Hey.

Where's Linda?

- I think she's still up there.

You okay?

- No, no, I'm not okay.

Where did you get this?

- I found it downstairs.

- Your daughter.

It was here?

You called her name earlier.

You said "Isabelle."

- When you lose a child,

you see them in everything.

This machine took her.

- What exactly does it do?

- Have you heard of a particle collider?

It uses electromagnetic fields to propel charged particles

to incredible speeds.

- How dangerous is it?

- To anyone that goes inside, I, I...

- And the rest of us?

- Linda!

- This room was locked when I checked it.

Where did you find the key? - I didn't, it was open.

What can you tell me about all this?

- I worked with Cole for over 10 years

and I can tell you that this is not his work.

- You're sure?

Okay, all right, if this is not his work,

then what the hell is it?

- He may have had assistance.

Someone he was secretly communicating with.

I don't know why he wouldn't share it with me.

I, I could sometimes hear them talking late at night.

- All right.

Well, there might be answers on his computer

if we could access the files.

- Are you asking for my permission?

- I'm asking you for the password.

- Well then I wish I could help you.

- Look, I know this is difficult for you,

but if I'm gonna find out what happened to your husband...

Linda? Linda?

- Hello, Tinker Bell.

I deserve that.

- We had very good reason to believe

that you were dead, Mr. Parsons.

A canoe ran ashore. There was a body inside.

It was badly mutilated.

- Jeepers. That's terrible.

- Walk me back a little bit.

Didn't you hire Miss Fullbright, chartered a boat?

- Who's boat?

- Mine.

- Oh yes.

Ah, it had just been so long, I'd forgotten.

- Did you forget about me too?

- What? No.

Linda, I could never forget about you. Never.

I just needed to get away for a while.

- A while?

It's been over a year.

- Feels like forever.

Jake?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Could you get me some water?

But not from the tap.

I don't trust the water here.

- Sure, anything you want.

How are you doing? - Hmm, better, thanks.

- Now that you're obviously alive, I'm faced

with a completely different question.

What's a dead body doing with your backpack?

Okay.

Why not tell me about the machine in your attic?

- Hmm, oh, it's something

I've been working very hard on.

- Is it something someone might wanna steal from you?

- Oh, I can't imagine.

- What would you do if they did?

- Hawk, it's Connie again.

I need you to call me back as soon as you can.

There's been, ah, developments.

Oh!

What is it, Alex? - Yeah, I was thinking about

that physicist you mentioned. - Yeah.

- And I, I don't wanna scare you.

- Well, I don't scare easy.

You should know that by now.

- Yeah, well, have you ever heard the name Cole Parsons?

- What about him? - Yeah, he was some hotshot

at CERN before he was fired.

- I don't, what's CERN? - CERN, the largest

particle physics lab in the world, Connie.

And do you know what they do there?

Black magic rituals.

I mean there's a hundred YouTube videos

if you wanna check it out.

And frankly, I'm a little surprised you haven't.

- Oh, okay. But why would they be-

- Listen to me, people from all over the world

are hearing this crazy, weird humming noise

and they can't explain it, and why?

Because there is no explanation for it.

They are opening the gates to hell here.

And Parsons, I'm telling you Parsons,

he's at the center of it.

- I have work to do, Alex. - Oh, come on.

Connie, please don't let them-

- Jesus.

- Did you really think I wouldn't find you?

Cole, I've seen the room upstairs.

That thing in the attic.

Her doll.

Jesus, Cole, you brought her doll here. Why?

- I needed her.

- Talk to me.

Please.

I came because I need to know what happened.

To both of you.

- Not now.

Go lie down.

- John?

- Oh God.

Can you hear me?

Oh my God.

Jacob, let go of me.

- I was looking to get a signal.

I gotta fill Connie in then...

And then I gotta figure out what the hell to do next.

- What we're gonna do next is we're gonna get Jake

the hell outta here, sooner the better.

- Chief.

- Jacob.

Jake.

- Jake, are you okay?

- You need to look at his hand.

His hand.

- Holy shit.

- We have to get him out of here. Fast.

- We need to call in a plane, something.

- I still can't get any signal.

- We have a boat, I can, um,

I'll go down river, try to get service.

- Go now, go. - Okay.

What the fuck is happening to him?

- I'm not a medical doctor. - No, but you know more

than you're letting on.

- He was...

- What? - He was in the machine

when it activated, I don't think anyone knows

what effect that could have on molecular structure.

- Not even your husband? - No.

No, he could, he couldn't have known.

He, ah, he would never set out to hurt her.

- What did you just say?

- He loved her more than anything.

He didn't know, he...

- Look at me.

- He couldn't have known. - Is this what happened

to your daughter? - No!

I swear to God.

You have to believe me.

- Jesus, fuck.

- The boat.

I, I swear I brought it up on shore last night.

- Things do go missing around here.

- You do something to our boat?

- No.

- Well someone did. - It appears that way.

- You fucking getting smart with me?

- You should check down at the camp.

- What camp?

- Down river, about a mile, mile and a half.

- Yeah, I saw it on the way up here.

It was right where I saw that thing last night.

- All right, let's go check it out.

But we gotta make it fast. - Wait, what about Jake?

- We'll deal with him in a bit. Come on.

- You are the breach.

- What'd you say?

Megan, what'd he say to you? - Just leave it.

- What did you say?

Christ, John!

- Oh shit!

- Man's had it coming since he got here.

Stay there!

- What's so fucking funny?

What'd he say to you? - I don't even know.

There goes your ticket outta Lone Crow.

- Well maybe it's just as well. Let's go.

- Jake, is that you?

Jake, can you hear me?

I can hardly hear you. Hang on.

Jake.

Tell Hawk we got the lab results back.

The dead guy in the canoe is Cole Parsons. It's nothing new.

It's just confirming what we already figured,

but I need him to call me back.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

There, there.

You are almost here. Shh.

- Jesus.

Hi, Tinker Bell.

I knew you'd find me.

I only hope it's not too late.

I did it, Linda.

I touched the edge of reality.

Let something touch me back.

I did something I shouldn't have done.

- Oh!

I experimented with others,

but I got to see for myself.

I have to leave now.

Now before it kills me.

No more secrets.

Don't hate me, Linda.

- No.

No.

Please, no.

Isabelle.

Isabelle!

No.

Oh! No!

Ah!

What did you do?

Is she here?

No! No!

Where is she?

- Oh, Meg, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to see that.

- I'm pregnant.

- Well, how long, how long have you known?

Meg.

- Let's just focus on one thing at a time, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. Okay.

Shit.

Where the hell is he?

What is this guy? A physicist or a fucking magician?

I think we, um, we gotta assume the worst here. Okay?

- Yeah, that seems fine.

- No, no, stop, stop, listen, listen.

Listen to me.

This is my job. All right?

I need you to stay here.

You gotta have my back. All right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Jacob.

Jake.

Jake.

Okay, I gotta get you out of here.

Ah, eh!

Help!

- What was that?

- Whatever that was, it wasn't Jake.

Only what's left of him.

- Give me my daughter.

- Mommy.

- Isabelle.

Oh.

My baby.

Isabelle, don't.

We gotta destroy that thing.

- How? - I can rig it.

I'll rig it to blow. - Okay.

- We can't hold these things off.

- Yeah.

- Anything happen... - Oh.

- Anything happens, you,

- I don't- - you gotta keep going, okay?

- Okay. Oh God.

Come back to me. Okay?

Hawk!

Where are you?

Oh shit.

Ah, come on!

Oh God.

John!

- I'm okay!

We run in five seconds! Ready?

Now!

Okay.

Ah, God!

Meg.

- It's been a few months since the specialists

have descended on the Lynx Creek area.

Although officials are being very tight-lipped,

at least one anonymous source has told me

what is happening is akin to the Chernobyl disaster of 1986.

Meanwhile, the casualties continue to mount.

- Hi Meg.

Sorry, I probably should have called ahead.

- It's okay, Connie. - I, ah, I just came by

to drop this off.

I figured you'd be the one who'd, ah,

it's some of John's old stuff.

So...

How you doing? - Tired,

but, ah, fine otherwise.

- I guess you heard the news.

- What news?

- Oh, that place up at Lynx Creek.

It's crawling with specialists. It's all hush-hush.

And not from around here.

Sounds like there's gonna be an evacuation.

I just wanted to give you the jump on it.

You got a place to go?

- Yeah.

- And what about your, ah-

- Gave 'em away. I just needed the quiet.

- Of course. Yeah.

Well, you holler if you need anything. Okay?

- Thanks, Connie.