Enter Sanctum (2025) Movie Script
(transition whooshing)
(transition crashing)
(pensive music)
(text clacking and whirring)
(dynamic music)
(pensive music)
(victim screaming)
(mysterious voices whispering)
(light music)
(waves crashing)
(waves crashing)
(ominous music)
(victim panting)
Please, please.
Please don't let them take me back.
Just take me with you, please.
I can't.
Please.
I'm not like the others, please, please.
I'm not, I don't belong there.
I can't do anything.
I told you, you can't leave
I'll do whatever you
want, just don't let them
take me, please.
'Til you've been healed.
Please, please.
(pensive music)
The state appreciates your loyalty.
(thicket rustling)
(wind blowing)
(mask hissing)
(birds singing)
Stop right there.
Hello.
You must be Mr. Pressman.
He hasn't arrived yet.
I'm Kensington, the protection unit.
Just you?
That's right.
Not that there's much to worry about.
There's only critters in these trees.
Good to see the state's
looking out for us though.
Always.
You're not a resident, are you?
No, I'm Walt, the caretaker.
I'll be looking after the place.
Just you?
Hmm.
(car engine rumbling)
(door clacking)
Gentlemen, welcome to
Sanctum. (Inhaling) (exhaling)
(birds squawking)
27 units all together,
each equipped with all
the comforts and luxuries
anyone could desire.
The beach, the island, the open lawn,
(exhaling) and a beautiful common room
to bring everyone together
when all that space gets
to be too much for them.
Yeah, and all the
maintenance functions here
completely automated.
If something breaks,
fixing it is as simple
as pressing a button.
It'll be the easiest job
you've ever had, Walter.
Looking forward to it, sir.
How many residents?
Well, at the moment,
only four units are spoken for.
Makes our job a little
bit easier, doesn't it?
I thought people are fleeing the center
like rats these days,
trying to outrun that
toxic cloud they call air?
Yes, perhaps,
but not all of them are
well resourced enough
to end up here.
Why don't you take a look
around, Mr. Kensington,
satisfy your inner sleuth.
Wanna show Walter here to his quarters.
(birds singing)
Come with me, Walter.
We'll get your working
holiday off to a proper start.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Kensington.
(Kensington sighing)
Is that one of the original buildings?
Not just any building,
this is the old head doctor's quarters.
Perfect place of prominence
for a responsible citizen like you.
(door clacking)
Cozy.
If these walls could talk.
My people tell me your family
once lived in the surrounding woods.
Yes, that's right.
Then I have no doubt
you've heard some stories
about Sanctum's past,
colorful stories,
maybe even have a few to share yourself.
Yes.
I'd prefer it if you kept
those stories to yourself.
But there's nothing to stop them
from finding out on Archive.
I mean, you didn't even change the name.
True, there's no stopping
the free flow of information
in today's world.
And if one of our residents
were to be disturbed
enough about Sanctum's past
to reconsider their investment,
that would be a sad loss for us.
(pensive music)
However, if you were to
encourage their discomfort
in any way,
I'm afraid you're the one
that'd be losing out, Walter.
I won't let it happen, sir.
We appreciate your loyalty.
(waves crashing)
(birds squawking)
(bright music)
(machinery whirring)
(Walt sighing)
(system beeping)
Hmm, so far, so good.
(bright music)
(water flowing)
(Walt grunting)
(ominous music)
(pensive music)
(transition whooshing)
(Walt grunting)
(Walt panting)
(ominous music)
(Walt panting)
Too early to crack up, old man.
(waves crashing)
(light music)
(car engine rumbling)
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(door clacking)
Hello there.
- Oh.
Hi there.
Please, please don't
let them take me back.
I'm not like the others.
Oh, I'm Walt, the caretaker.
I'm Sidney, this is my husband, Brian.
I wasn't expecting anyone
from the convoy until tomorrow.
We decided to leave early,
avoid the chaos a bit.
Hmm, I hear that.
- Walt.
- What that?
Yes, sir.
Could you get a cart for our belongings?
Walt's the caretaker, hun,
not removalist.
No, no problem at all.
(trunk slamming)
(Walt straining)
(pensive music)
(birds singing)
Welcome to Sanctum.
Today's air quality is 82% pure.
Today's water quality is 79% pure.
The state wishes you a pleasant day.
(upbeat music)
(car engines rumbling)
(door clacking)
(phone beeping)
(birds squawking)
(waves crashing)
(footsteps clopping)
(box smacking)
No fucking way.
Jane, control yourself.
Allow me.
Uh, please be careful.
Do you know what this
place used to be, Mum?
[Mother] What?
What's wrong with this place now?
It was a freaking insane asylum.
Aw, please, Jane.
It's really not a problem.
What?
You're saying that's true?
That what's true?
It was a state sanitarium, yes.
That's a nice way to put it.
Why didn't anyone tell us?
You didn't know?
There is a thing called Archive, Mum.
It is on the same grounds.
And all of the buildings
just happen to be in the same place.
(mother scoffing)
And shares some of
the same features, true.
Personally, I just think it makes
this place more interesting.
Trust me when I say, it's
a really beautiful place.
I grew up just near here.
Freaky.
Did any of the crazies ever leak out?
No, nothing like that.
Come on, it's just a giant resort.
It was then,
and it's just a very expensive one now.
(mother scoffing)
Just listen to my friend.
Walt, the caretaker.
Just listen to Walt, the caretaker.
(hand slapping)
He's a smart man.
They really have made it very nice.
You will enjoy living here.
Well, I appreciate
your vote of confidence.
I certainly need it these days.
Come on, Jane.
You've so got stories.
Can just tell.
We'll talk.
Well played.
(Walt sighing)
(waves crashing)
Mum, you.
(mother snoring)
Bored?
(sighing) Thank God for
mood stabilizers, huh?
All right, I'll just entertain myself.
(door sliding)
(crickets chirping)
I'm guessing there's no
24-hour convenience stores
out there.
Okay.
(sighing) This, ladies and gentlemen,
is the warm, welcoming family home
my mother has brought me to.
No expense spared, of course,
not when she's spending the
settlement money anyway.
My wardrobe, however, (scoffing)
Suffers greatly.
But that's not all we're
here to talk about tonight.
No, tonight, my friends,
we're taking a tour of this crazy house.
That's right, I officially
live in a loony bin.
They've said that all
of the crazies are gone,
but I would like to see
what a little bit of
investigation turns out.
Shall we?
(mysterious shrieking)
(pensive music)
Fuck.
Holy shit.
(ominous music)
(Jane screaming)
(brush scratching)
(birds singing)
Jane.
Jane.
(ominous music)
Jane?
What happened?
I don't know, are you okay?
Yeah, fine, totally.
Do you need me to call your mother?
No, no, that's fine.
Do you need a hand getting home?
No, I got it, thanks.
Jane.
Thanks.
Hey, don't tell my mum about this, okay?
She's only got so many fuses left to blow.
Hmm, as long as you're okay.
(wind blowing)
Yeah.
Yeah.
(clippers snipping)
Hey.
Aw.
Oh, the caretaker.
(laughing) I didn't expect anyone else
to be up at this hour.
You know, early bird and all that.
I'm Ed, by the way.
Ed, the solicitor.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
(laughing) Just Ed.
Wow, you're right about how
beautiful it is out here.
(egg cracking)
It's a far cry from center
life, that's for sure.
Which township are you from?
Oh, I'm not really from a town.
Oh, you said you grew up around here.
That's right, just out there.
Aw, so you're a.
Bush brat. (Laughing)
(Ed laughing)
I wasn't gonna say that.
That's okay.
(clippers snipping)
There's no harm living off the land.
That's what she's here for.
Wow, I didn't think
there were any of you left.
State took that land back so long ago.
But here I am, alive and kicking.
So the state gave you this job, then.
Room and board included?
That's right.
You making decent credits?
You know what? I wouldn't know.
I've never been too good with the numbers.
Huh.
Why don't you bring your contract
around my place sometime,
lemme take a look at it for you?
You don't have to do that.
It's no bother at all.
Least I can do it for a man
who takes as much pride
in his work as I do.
See you around, Walt, the caretaker.
(birds squawking)
(bright music)
(system whirring)
(door knocking)
(door clacking)
- Hello, Ms. Buckworth.
- I'm so glad you're here.
It's the water, the sink, the showers.
Everything's ice cold,
and I desperately need a warm shower.
Sure, it's probably just a valve.
I'll get straight at it.
Okay, great, come in.
Hello, kids.
Be polite.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Okay, that's it.
Go, do something.
(children sighing)
Go on.
- Okay, give that a try.
(child laughing)
(water flowing)
Aw, finally.
Thank you.
No problem.
You're the live-in
caretaker here, right?
That's right.
(child laughing)
Aw, it's such a relief.
At the center, they used
to take days if not weeks
to get anything repaired.
Which unit are you in?
Oh, I'm in the cottage
on the other side of the property.
It's, uh, quite cozy.
Nothing quite like this, though.
Oh, well, we wanted to have
enough room for the kids.
Do you have kids?
- No, it's, uh, it's just me.
- Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.
- Ah.
- Well-
- Zap,
zap.
- I'll get back to it then.
Ah, thanks again.
Uh, I promise not to harass you too often,
but it's nice to know you're here.
Anytime.
Bye, Ms. Buckman.
Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap.
- What are you two doing?
(pensive music)
Playing asylum.
Maybe you should go play in your room.
Okay, Mummy.
[Child] Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.
(crickets chirping)
(tablet knocking)
I think I'm gonna take a bath.
Great, I was hoping
you'd use that bathtub.
I'm looking forward to it,
the tub and the bed.
You know I'll be there
as soon as I can, hun.
(Sidney sighing)
(Brian sighing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(transition whooshing)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
(water splashing)
No, wait.
(transition whooshing)
Help, please.
(Jane grunting)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)
(Walt panting)
Syd?
(Sidney panting)
What happened?
- I don't...
- Hey. Hey.
Tell me.
- I don't,
I don't know, I don't...
- Just tell me what happened.
You're okay.
I don't know, I was here,
and then suddenly I was somewhere else,
and, and the, the tub
was full of ice water
and I was freezing.
That's enough of that.
(glass smashing)
(Walt panting)
(pensive music)
(attendees faintly speaking)
(system whirring)
Sanctum Sanitarium,
display image.
Medium speed.
How's life in the loony bin? (Laughing)
Shit.
Getting to you already, I see.
So what's with the history lesson?
I'm just doing my research.
Yeah, well, with only one estate
and 10 people in your protectorate,
you're already facing a shit fight
to prove your metal.
So if I were you,
I'd do my research at home.
The things they used to
do to people in that place,
outdated, barbaric and twisted shit.
All in the name of healing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Inhumane and highly reflective
of the state's firm commitment
to the high quality of its citizens lives.
We all got the memo about
their change of heart
back when you were still
suckling on your mama.
(Kensington sighing)
So what's it to you now?
I'm just trying to get my head around
how yesterday's trash heap
became today's castle.
Stick around long enough, champ,
and you'll be the one chucking
all the undesirables into the ocean
or the rich float away on
their own personal islands.
But I thought the state no longer
condoned such practices.
- Look,
don't start sounding like a socialist now.
That'll get you nothing
but a voluntary demotion.
Next thing you know,
you're the one swimming for the shore.
(Kensington sighing)
Display images.
Patient files.
(system beeping)
Selection seven.
(system whirring and whooshing)
Next.
Next.
(pensive music)
Hey, Jane.
Janie.
Jane.
- What?
I'll tell you what,
you fell asleep on the couch again.
Janie, moving from the city
is no excuse to lie around like a zombie.
You look like shit.
Gee, thanks, Mum.
The least you can do is go out
and do something productive with your day.
(Jane sighing)
Anything.
I'll be in the shower.
The state wishes to remind you
that all movements in and
out of this protectorate
must be registered with the
state transit authority.
The state, always looking after you.
(kettle boiling)
(pensive music)
(button clicking)
(mysterious shrieking)
(Jane screaming)
(knife clacking)
[Mother] Janie?
What happened?
Nothing, I just dropped something.
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(Ed panting)
(Ed sighing)
I gotta be one with nature. (Sighing)
One with nature.
(pensive music)
(ominous music)
(fire crackling)
(birds chirping)
(bright music)
(thicket rustling)
All right, not bad at all.
(Jane inhaling)
(pensive music)
(ominous music)
(water splashing)
(mysterious shrieking)
(waves crashing)
Walt.
(water spraying)
Sanctum was the only sanitarium
in the entire protectorate.
They say that like we should
be overflowing with them.
How many crazies were there back then?
Well, they weren't all ill,
some of them were just a
little bit too much of a burden
for the state to handle.
Well, that's comforting.
Listen to this.
This was one of the only state sanitariums
that during all of its operating years
was in full capacity.
That means all 27 units
were fully occupied.
That's exactly how
many units we have here.
Weird.
Isn't there like a sprinkler system
with a timer and all that?
I turned it off.
Why?
A man needs to work.
Idle hands, you know?
Right.
(water spraying)
And get this,
the head doctor, James Meeker,
was famous for his full support
of controversial and outdated
methods of treatment,
including electroshock therapy,
extended isolation,
ice baths and transorbital lobotomies.
Wait, what's that you
said about ice baths?
That's what got your attention?
Nevermind.
An extensive investigation
revealed that not all of the patients
that were admitted for
treatment at Sanctum
actually had confirmed mental illnesses,
even though some of them spent
better parts of their lives
within Sanctum's walls.
Apparently Dr. Meeker
continued his operations
until Sanctum was overtaken
by the state property authorities.
Oh my God.
What?
(ominous music)
Maybe that's enough time
on Archive for today.
You sound like my mother.
(sighing) Well, it's
just such a beautiful day,
why don't you get out and enjoy it?
(light music)
She give you notes
or something?
(water spraying)
So what else fun is
there to do around here?
Okay.
Hmm.
(Walt laughing)
(water spraying)
It's just that she's under some delusion
that we're suddenly gonna be poor again.
I mean, I understand
that my dad brought in more credits, sure.
But look at where we live.
(laughing) My father always said
that four walls and a roof
is more than enough for any man,
as long as you can call 'em yours.
Do you ever kind of get
creeped out by this place,
I mean, now, today?
(pensive music)
Aw, Jane,
you didn't spend the whole
day harassing Walt, did you?
Oh, no, no, she was fine.
She was a big help actually.
Oh, I may die of shock.
(Jane sarcastically laughing)
Come on home and I'll make us dinner.
Make?
Make, nuke, we'll see.
Maybe Walt would like to join us.
Oh, no, I couldn't impose.
(light music)
(laughing) It's just
I'm not the greatest chef.
No need to explain.
Maybe some other time,
if I had a little warning first.
Why, are you suddenly
gonna learn how to cook?
Jane.
It's fine, you guys have a great night.
(mother laughing)
I am.
Sorry, what?
I'm a great cook,
and we just got some fresh provisions.
Maybe I could come over
and prepare something
as a little thank you
for Jane's help.
What do you say, Mum?
Sure.
Great, I'll come by soon.
Okay.
- Mm.
- Thanks.
(everybody laughing)
Honestly, I can't remember the last time
I had such a good meal.
Kind of you to say.
It's a bit of a miracle too.
You even got Jane to clear her plate.
Mm-hmm.
Where did you learn how to cook?
My father taught me
when I was quite young.
How nice.
And once you've learned how to cook
over an open fire, well.
Oh.
Cool.
Well, I better start clearing up.
Allow me.
But you cooked for us.
And you invited me into your home.
So it would be my absolute pleasure
and the least I could do.
(mother laughing)
(crickets chirping)
Four years of training,
so I can be a glorified watchdog.
Brilliant.
(mother and Walt laughing)
Well, and I'm glad that
Jane helped you out too.
(Walt laughing)
So (laughing)
Thank you so much again.
It was great. (Laughing)
Cool.
Goodnight.
You old dog.
Nope,
nope,
nope.
Hyper-crazy eyes.
Ugh, another one with a cat.
Oh, yes, please.
(system whirring)
Ah.
(glass sliding)
(Ed sighing)
(drink pouring)
(cap rattling)
(pensive music)
(glass knocking)
(cutlery rattling)
(cupboards knocking)
(matches rattling)
(match striking)
(fire crackling)
(chopsticks rattling)
Welcome, citizens of
the 27th protectorate,
the clean air protectorate.
The state, always looking after you.
(kettle boiling)
(pensive music)
(coffee pouring)
Please, please, don't let them take me.
Please, please.
(Brian groaning)
(pensive music)
(Brian screaming)
Brian.
- You won't take me alive.
Stop it, let go.
You're hurting me.
(Brian panting)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. (Panting)
They haven't gone away yet.
They're just nightmares, Syd.
Some nightmares.
What was it this time?
The same place, the same people?
Lots of people have
recurring nightmares.
You should see a doctor.
It's just stress.
I don't need to pay some psych
to tell me what I already know.
Does stress make someone dream
about a war they've never fought,
soldiers they've never met?
It's not what it's really about.
It can't be.
My brain's just constructed some story,
and it's telling it to
me over and over again.
That's all.
Well, (sighing) don't you wanna know
why your brain keeps telling you
you're fighting the Nazis?
No.
Is the coffee ready yet?
(Ed sighing)
Is it bad?
It's all above board.
I just thought after all
your years of state service,
you would've got a better deal.
The property owners,
they can ax you at any time,
no explanation required.
If that happens, you lose
not only your credits,
but your home.
Is that likely to happen?
Hmm, why would it?
You've done nothing but a
stellar job since day one.
But what if the people
just don't like it here
and they decide to leave?
(laughing) The property owners
can't blame you for their poor taste.
Hmm, I suppose not.
Look, if you think you're on thin ice,
come and talk to me.
They'll reconsider any
threats once they know
you have a top-level
solicitor on your side.
(laughing) Thanks, Ed,
you really don't have to.
It's my job, Walt, the caretaker.
I couldn't think of a more worthy client.
Oh, thanks, again.
Did you burn the toast this morning?
No.
(laughing) Liquid smoke.
It's, uh, the secret ingredient
to my patented chili recipe.
Powerful stuff. (Cheek clicking)
Tasty.
- Oh,
sounds great.
- Mm, come over
and have a bowl next time, I insist.
(laughing) Oh, thanks again, Ed.
No worries.
(pensive music)
I told you,
he was fine one second.
And then the next, he
just started screaming,
"Who are you?
Who are you?
Get away from me."
Then he just fell down and had a seizure.
Has he ever had one before?
No, never.
Maybe he tripped,
he fell and hit his head?
He just collapsed,
all of a sudden, no reason.
Thank you.
I've never seen him so scared.
(button clicking)
All his vitals are stabilizing.
He's coming back.
Mummy?
Hey, baby.
Hey.
What were you doing
before your mummy came back into the room?
Watching the EB?
Were there any bright flashing lights,
or strange pictures,
or loud noises?
It wasn't the EB's fault.
How do you know?
We've seen that show before?
It was the electricity.
What electricity?
The kind he puts in our heads.
(pensive music)
Who puts electricity in your heads?
The doctor.
What doctor?
What are you saying, sweetie?
He says it's supposed to make us better,
but this time, he just
got too much electricity
so it had to come back out again.
[Kensington] Where does
this electricity come from?
The machine.
Machine?
What machine?
The one he attaches to our brains.
What are you saying?
Who is this doctor?
Does he live in this estate with you?
No.
So, uh, where have you seen him then?
In our dreams.
(Jane sighing)
(door knocking)
[Mother] Dinner's getting cold.
Yeah, be out in a minute.
Next.
Next. (Sighing)
(glass scratching)
(gulping) Next.
(glass knocking)
(pensive music)
Hold.
(system whirring)
Display treatment.
(ominous music)
(system beeping)
(birds singing)
(system whirring)
Morning, early bird.
Night owl actually.
(laughing) Shit.
For someone with a nothing protectorate,
you sure find a lot of
ways to waste your time.
(cup knocking)
(system whirring)
What, more research?
Well, what I can find here.
But I know there's more.
(exhaling) Is that
right, Sherlock? (Laughing)
When the state shut the place down,
what happened to all the patients?
Probably gave 'em jobs.
Same way they did with
all them bush brats.
But some of them are too sick
to do even the shittiest job on offer.
So what happened to those people, then?
(colleague blowing)
You know, if I were you,
I'd try and remember that my job
is in the here and now.
Then is then,
and you sure as shit
aren't gonna change it.
So stop searching the screen for answers.
(pensive music)
(cup knocking)
(birds singing)
(system whirring)
(ominous music)
(system beeping)
What is there to do
in this space station?
Status normal.
They've all been very naughty.
You can save them,
if you punish them.
Save them.
Punish them.
Punish them.
Ah, I really feel like
we need to go and use the pool today.
We've used none of the
amenities since we got here,
and I think it's time.
Hey? Do you wanna come with me?
What do you say, hey?
(pensive music)
Come on.
It's a beautiful afternoon.
The sun is shining,
the birds are singing.
Is this a musical or something?
What's the point of living
on this beautiful estate
if we never go and use it?
Well, you go and use it, then.
It's too hot for me.
That's only because
you're wearing nine layers.
You're 17.
I should be trying to get
you to wear more, not less.
I'm just comfy this way.
Fine, you can continue to ferment
while I go and soak up some Vitamin D.
Ta-ta.
(pensive music)
Go away.
Go away.
Good afternoon.
Oh, good afternoon.
It's a beautiful day, isn't it?
Sure is, one worth enjoying.
Where you off to?
Isn't it obvious?
(Walt laughing)
Well, you'll be the
first to use that pool.
Most people don't seem to bother with it.
What about you,
care to join me?
(light music)
I'm busy.
Where's Jane?
Mm, busy sulking.
That's a shame.
She'll outgrow it.
Not soon enough for my liking.
But one must be patient with teenagers.
A virtue indeed.
Well, I won't keep distracting you.
I'm off to enjoy this
beautiful thing called life.
(water splashing)
Right.
Living on the edge.
How rustic.
Ah, that's more my style. (Laughing)
(pensive music)
(door knocking)
(door knocking)
Sauna's occupied.
(door slamming)
(ominous music)
(door clacking)
(birds squawking)
(crickets chirping)
(transition whooshing)
[Meeker] Ah.
(mother screaming)
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
(Walt sighing)
(crickets chirping)
Cynthia?
(ominous music)
No.
I said no.
I won't do it, I'm not listening.
I won't do it.
I said no.
(door clacking and squeaking)
(door slamming)
Mum, where have you been all day?
Mum.
Hello, Mum.
What happened to you?
Answer me.
My poor baby.
You didn't even get to say goodbye.
Say goodbye for what?
You'll know soon enough,
as soon as they find my body.
Your body?
In the bushes,
where I died.
Promise me you'll be brave, Janie.
You've always been such a brave girl.
Mum, your body is right here.
It's just a remnant, dear.
It'll fade over time.
Mum.
Your body is right here, okay?
It's talking to me and
it's freaking me out.
Mum, snap out of it.
Let those at rest have their peace.
(Jane gasping)
Shit.
Shit.
(tool whirring)
(pensive music)
She seems to be trapped
in a dissociative state.
Why? How?
Well, these things can be
brought on by stress or trauma.
My best guess is that she's
experienced quite a scare.
It's given this illusion
that she's somehow died in the process.
Has your mother been under
any kind of extraordinary stress lately?
Uh, my dad and her just
settled their divorce.
He, he moved offshore.
I recommend that we take her
to the nearest state hospital tonight.
No, please, don't.
Temporarily, just so we can monitor her,
keep her safe.
Chances are she will
come out of this in time.
She can't be alone, okay?
Best to follow counselor's,
uh, recommendations.
For your mother's sake.
Is there anywhere I can take you?
Relative's place maybe?
Um, yeah, my Aunt Ida.
Okay, I'll take you to your aunt's.
The counselor will take
your mother to the hospital.
You can go and visit her
first thing in the morning.
Yeah, let me just go call her.
Okay.
Thank you.
No problem.
Where were you, man,
when all this happened?
Out on the grounds, working.
One of your residents
disappears the whole entire afternoon,
and no one sees a thing?
Not even the man whose job it is
to oversee the whole entire property?
(pensive music)
I looked everywhere for her.
The sauna, the grounds, everywhere.
I should've been there.
I should've said yes.
You're the first person
Jane comes to for help.
Why?
There's not many people around here.
I'm the only one she knows, I guess.
No, there aren't many people, are there?
What are you getting at?
Level with me, man.
Is there a gas leak, tainted water,
or chemicals in the ground?
What are you saying?
Less than two months
since this estate opened,
there's only 10 people living here.
I've been on two emergency calls already.
Both of them some wacky story
about nightmares and delusions.
Either this is the strangest
coincidence I've ever seen
or these people are being
poisoned by something.
There's nothing here.
Let's see about that, mate.
Jane, are you ready?
Hello?
Jane?
Shit.
She's gone.
(garbled radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
I mean it,
I wanna know anything.
You will help me find that girl.
- I will.
- I'll be scanning
the entire protectorate.
Good.
(door slamming)
- I'll be back
before you know it.
Okay.
(Cynthia gasping)
(ominous music)
I suppose you can't explain it either.
I can't.
(garbled radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps clopping)
(Walt sighing)
(pensive music)
Aw, Jane.
Sorry.
Your door was unlocked.
I just really needed somewhere to hide.
Why are you hiding at all?
I couldn't go with him.
I just couldn't.
He was trying to help you.
I'm still a minor.
They can't leave me
here without a guardian.
And if they can't find one of those,
then I just become a ward of the state.
I'm gonna get locked
away just like my mum.
She's not locked away.
And besides, it's only one night.
How can you be sure?
They don't even know what happened to her.
Okay, it's bad enough
that she's stuck in a state institution,
but how can I possibly help her
if I'm stuck in one too?
What about your aunt?
She's offshore too.
Oh.
Oh, no, you can't possibly
think you can stay here.
Please.
Mr. Kensington will
come looking for you.
What if he finds you here?
Even worse, what if he finds out
that I let you hide here?
Look, I'll call my dad first
thing in the morning, okay?
He'll fly down and look after me,
I know he will.
I just really need somewhere
to stay until then, please.
I'm just too scared to be alone.
(light music)
Can't say I blame you.
How do you take your tea?
My tea?
Looks like we could
both use a good cuppa.
(owl hooting)
(ominous music)
You think you can get
away with it, don't you?
What are you doing?
But I know what you've been up to.
I always do.
What did I do?
Time for your treatment.
(Jane screaming)
Stop, please.
(Jane crying)
- Trying to fight it
won't do you any good.
Hopefully this will teach you a lesson
once and for all.
(Jane screaming)
(ominous music)
You should.
- Always listen
to your doctor.
(Walt grunting)
(fire crackling)
It's time for you to heal.
You will heal.
Heal.
Heal.
Heal.
(Meeker grunting)
Walt, help.
Oh dear God.
What have I done?
(Jane sighing)
(pensive music)
(Jane coughing)
(Walt sighing)
How could I?
It isn't you.
I need to be locked away.
Please get out of here
before I hurt you worse.
No, it wasn't you.
I know it wasn't you.
I can't be trusted.
Stay away from me.
Go, now.
It wasn't your face,
it wasn't your voice.
There's no one else here.
Yes, there is.
There's someone in you.
Someone making you do things,
things you would never do.
How can you know that?
Because I would never do this.
(birds singing)
Yeah, that's okay.
I'm fine, Dad.
I'm with a friend.
Okay, love you too.
Bye.
He can't get transport 'til tomorrow,
so I guess I'll have to wait.
I guess so.
Why didn't you tell me that
you recognized the picture?
It was just a quick flash,
I couldn't be sure.
(pensive music)
It's this cottage, then.
It's not yours,
it's his.
Dr. Meeker still lives here.
There's no way.
He'd be long gone by now.
He'd be way dead.
There's no way he could still be here.
Well, then why did we both see him?
Why did we see him instead of your face?
And what about me?
What was that?
Whose face was there instead of mine?
I didn't recognize her.
She's gotta be a patient, I'll bet.
I've almost seen her,
caught reflections out
of the corner of my eye,
and then I turn around and she's gone.
Sneaky, suicidal bitch.
Maybe it's an illusion,
a trick of the light.
You think what happened to my mum
is a trick of the light?
I mean, come on,
yeah, she's highly strung,
but she was nowhere near
that point of breakdown.
Anyway, she's been a
little bit happier lately.
Look, okay, something
or someone was in her.
I just don't know what
makes us so special.
I don't think we are.
The Buckman girl,
she described the experience
of having electroshock therapy,
and I know they used to do that here.
Well, let's go talk to them, then.
I mean, we can go find out
what other crazy crap
they've been going through.
She's just a girl.
Well, the mum, then.
I doubt she'd go for it.
Once she heard what her daughter said,
she just kicked us all
out and shut the doors,
and I haven't seen her since.
Okay, look, I need
something to hold on to, okay?
I need to talk to someone else
who understands and knows
that I'm not going crazy.
You get that, right?
(Walt sighing)
What about Ed?
Couldn't be more normal.
Okay, then the couple,
Mr. Expensive Tie and his wife.
Sidney.
Schizophrenia, that
makes you hear voices,
have suicidal tendencies,
get really violent.
I thought you were
trying to convince yourself
that you're not crazy?
I'm not, but she is.
And I would like to know
what brand of crazy I'm dealing with.
You should be researching Dr. Jekyll.
Mr. Hyde.
What?
Nevermind.
Oh, she is definitely part of this club.
What are you gonna say to her again?
I'm just gonna ask her about the dreams.
(sighing) Please don't do that.
Why not?
I don't want you to scare her.
I couldn't possibly scare her
more than she is right now.
Look at her.
Jane, please.
I need to say something.
Okay, just be subtle.
You got it.
Hey, wait up.
Hi, I'm Jane,
Unit 18.
Sidney, 11.
Uh, do you have some time?
I just wanted to ask you
a couple of questions.
Why?
Uh, it's for a school report,
a final assessment for the year.
Oh, what's it about?
Dreams.
There are definitely
places I've never even been,
never even seen in pictures.
Can you describe these rooms to me?
(pensive music)
It's dark, I can never
really see the whole room,
just bits and pieces.
Like what?
Exam tables, medical equipment.
Is there anyone else there,
anyone you can see?
Sometimes.
Anyone you recognize?
(Sidney choking)
(water splashing)
No.
Okay, great.
All right, well, thank you.
That should be enough for my report.
(pensive music)
Did you read a lot
about different dreams
and what they could mean?
Sure.
Did you read anything
about why someone would
dream about being in a war?
About being a soldier when
they've never been one?
I guess my research
wasn't that comprehensive.
Why?
Oh, just curious.
What made you wanna
research dreams anyway?
Just curious.
Well, good luck.
Look, she's definitely feeling it too.
I mean, what was with the war dreams?
Must be her husband.
I always wondered why
he looked so haggard.
I thought it was his work,
but maybe he's not
getting much sleep either.
Look, okay, this place is tainted.
We have to get out of here.
I can't do that.
Why not?
If we don't, we're just
gonna end up like my mum,
or even worse.
Look, if we alert these people,
they're gonna leave.
Good.
That is not good.
Why not?
Because this is their homes.
We can't just drive
people out of their homes.
Well, then what are we supposed to do?
You said it yourself.
If you'd control the feelings,
if you tried hard enough,
that you could shut out the voices.
Yeah, but it's a lot easier
to do if I'm not alone.
Well, just have to be
there for each other.
If anything strange happens, you know,
we just help each other out.
What are you gonna do when
Dr. Friendly comes back?
I mean, he's not exactly helpful.
Well, yeah, it's probably
best that I'm isolated.
That way, I can't hurt anyone.
Wait, so let me get this straight.
I can't be alone,
but you have to be alone.
And between the two of us,
we have to monitor six other people
amongst 27 units.
I guess so.
(Walt sighing)
(waves crashing)
Just don't try to be a hero, okay?
Any sign of trouble,
you give Mr. Kensington a call.
Okay.
(crickets chirping)
Uh, are you sure about this?
Just don't forget me, okay?
The last thing this place needs
is a ghost of two crazy old men.
First thing tomorrow morning,
I promise.
Go ahead.
(door squeaking)
(door and lock clacking)
(heart rate monitor beeping)
Any improvement?
I'm afraid not.
You said she'll snap out of it.
Well, her delusion is
actually getting worse.
Now she thinks that they're all dead.
All of us.
Trapped in death. (Groaning)
(upbeat music)
- Great.
- Brian.
[Brian] As soon as I can, hun.
Good,
nice and boring.
(crowd cheering)
- Come on, ref.
He was clearly offside.
Come on.
Move up.
- Couldn't be more normal.
We tried to leave.
He wouldn't let us.
And now we can't.
We're trapped,
trapped in Sanctum, forever.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
Holy shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This isn't real, you hear me?
This isn't real, okay?
It's just a nightmare.
Come on, come on back, you can do this.
You can do this, you're okay.
Okay?
- Stay away from my babies.
(light stand smacking)
Come on, Walter.
What would your father say?
He'd say you need to be.
- He'd say you need to be
punished.
No.
He'd say nothing but a crazy dream,
a nightmare gone outta control.
(Meeker laughing)
Stop it.
(Walt panting)
I'm stronger than you,
I'll win this fight.
But I've been here much, much longer.
Ah.
[Ms. Buckman] Help me, please.
They're trying to take
my children.
- No, Ms. Buckman, wait.
(door rattling)
- They're trying to take
my children.
(door clacking)
Ms. Buckman?
(pensive music)
I think we've had enough treatment.
We both feel much better.
[Child] I think it's time to leave.
I couldn't agree more.
(suspenseful music)
[Colleague] I told you to
leave the past in the past.
I know you were there.
Just tell me what happened.
What difference would it make now?
Tell me.
No one left, did they?
That sick freak of a doctor...
Not a single one of those patients
ever made it off that property alive.
He did this all in one night.
We got there too late.
Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?
What difference would it make?
You said so yourself,
those people were too sick
for the state to make use of.
They were right when they
said, "What's done is done."
What about all the residents?
They have a right to know.
Why?
(tires screeching)
Help me, please.
They're trying to take
my children, please.
Please, help me.
- The doctor's not done yet.
(monitor beeping)
(door clacking)
Are you right?
(pensive music)
No, stop it.
Go away.
I said no.
You said we were leaving.
Yeah, yeah, we are, okay?
I just need to find someone.
Someone who can help us.
He can't help us now.
None of them can.
They're all in on it, everyone.
Who's in on it?
Who?
- The neighbors,
the ones pretending to be my neighbors.
(crying) They wanna take my babies.
That's why they did it.
That's why they brought
in those imposters.
Imposters?
What imposters?
Who's after your children?
Maybe you're one of them too.
One the fakes, the replacements.
Listen, what you're
experiencing isn't real.
It's an illusion.
How do I even know you're
a protection officer?
There's something,
something that's affecting everyone.
That's what an imposter would say.
I promise,
I'm here to help.
Just tell me what happened to you.
Just tell me what happened to everyone.
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
(Kensington grunting)
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(door clacking and creaking)
(fire crackling)
(Ed laughing)
Ed.
I'll protect you.
I'll stop them, I'll stop them.
I'm coming, babies.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
(ominous music)
(door slamming)
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
No one leaves Sanctum,
ever.
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
(alarm blaring)
No.
The alarm.
It's triggered something, it won't stop.
I don't know what to do.
Don't you hear those sirens?
Air raid, we need cover.
That's an order, soldier.
Wait.
There are civilians that
need to be taken to shelter.
Right, we fall back,
behind the line.
Go, go, go.
Move, move.
(fire crackling)
(Ed screaming)
(Ed laughing)
(system beeping)
(suspenseful music)
They will never leave.
(monitor smashing)
(system sparking)
Never.
(Walt grunting)
(monitor smashing)
Never.
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(Kensington groaning)
Goddamn it.
(mysterious voices whispering)
(pensive music)
What?
(Kensington grunting)
(guns firing)
(explosions booming)
Get those children to cover, now.
- What about you?
- That's an order.
Sidney, let's go.
I need you to hide the kids.
(footsteps shuffling)
Going somewhere?
Nobody leaves Sanctum.
Not until they've been healed.
No matter how long it takes.
That's not you talking, Walt.
They never left back then,
and they will never leave now.
Never.
Come on back to us, Walt.
Come on back.
(Walt laughing)
(guns firing)
(explosions booming)
(Ed laughing)
Stand down, you Nazi scum.
(Ed grunting)
(gun firing)
(Kensington coughing)
You're stronger than this.
I know you're still in there somewhere.
And how many people are
inside you, little miss?
Please, Walt.
"Please, Walt."
That weak little man is long gone.
Only the strong will survive.
That doesn't bode well
for you now, does it?
(Ed grunting)
(flames whooshing)
(gun firing)
[Kensington] Hey.
(laser firing)
(Ed roaring)
(laser firing)
(Ed grunting)
(transition whooshing and shrieking)
(Ed coughing)
Come on, I know you can fight this.
You can kick out that psycho.
Psycho?
Psycho?
Aren't you being a
little bit hypocritical.
After all, which one of us is the doctor?
You're not a doctor.
You're nothing but an illusion.
Illusion?
Is that what your voices keep telling you?
'Cause I'm afraid if you're
still listening to them,
you're going to need some more treatment.
You can't threaten me.
You're not even real. (Grunting)
Real?
How do you know what's real?
You're too sick to know.
(push smacking)
[Jane] I know he's real.
(pensive music)
Walt.
(Jane grunting)
(light stand smacking)
(Walt sighing)
(mysterious voices
whispering and shrieking)
(Kensington gasping)
(Walt grunting)
Is everyone okay?
Come on, Walt.
Come on.
Easy.
I'm okay.
Where's everyone?
[Kensington] Okay.
Jane.
Wait.
Brian.
- Jane.
- Oh.
Jane, wait.
[Sidney] I'm so glad
you're safe. (Grunting)
You okay?
Yeah?
Aw.
(forlorn music)
One of my units was
burned to the ground,
you call a team of medics to the estate
and not one of them will
give you a statement?
It's their choice,
and my obligation
as their protection officer
to respect their wishes.
Well, some protection officer you are,
you shot a solicitor.
He knows it was for his own safety
as much as the others.
Besides, I wouldn't have fired
if I didn't have perfect aim.
You think this is a joke?
What if he press his charges?
What if they all do?
Look, I'd be much more worried
about them knowing
how much you knew about the Sanctum's past
when you took on a development contract.
Are you at all familiar
with disclosure law,
Mr. Pressman.
(monitor clacking)
(Kensington laughing)
(truck engine rumbling)
(light music)
(birds singing)
Thank you, Walt.
That's okay.
(door clacking)
Mum.
Jane.
Are you okay?
Only if you are.
Was so worried about you.
You're okay.
She asked about you, man.
Even before we left the hospital.
Oh.
(Kensington laughing)
Go on.
(Walt laughing)
(Kensington laughing)
(Kensington sighing)
(car engine rumbling)
(birds singing)
(ominous music)
(text clacking)
[Meeker] No one leaves Sanctum.
(text whirring)
(text clacking and whirring)
(eerie music)
(transition crashing)
(pensive music)
(text clacking and whirring)
(dynamic music)
(pensive music)
(victim screaming)
(mysterious voices whispering)
(light music)
(waves crashing)
(waves crashing)
(ominous music)
(victim panting)
Please, please.
Please don't let them take me back.
Just take me with you, please.
I can't.
Please.
I'm not like the others, please, please.
I'm not, I don't belong there.
I can't do anything.
I told you, you can't leave
I'll do whatever you
want, just don't let them
take me, please.
'Til you've been healed.
Please, please.
(pensive music)
The state appreciates your loyalty.
(thicket rustling)
(wind blowing)
(mask hissing)
(birds singing)
Stop right there.
Hello.
You must be Mr. Pressman.
He hasn't arrived yet.
I'm Kensington, the protection unit.
Just you?
That's right.
Not that there's much to worry about.
There's only critters in these trees.
Good to see the state's
looking out for us though.
Always.
You're not a resident, are you?
No, I'm Walt, the caretaker.
I'll be looking after the place.
Just you?
Hmm.
(car engine rumbling)
(door clacking)
Gentlemen, welcome to
Sanctum. (Inhaling) (exhaling)
(birds squawking)
27 units all together,
each equipped with all
the comforts and luxuries
anyone could desire.
The beach, the island, the open lawn,
(exhaling) and a beautiful common room
to bring everyone together
when all that space gets
to be too much for them.
Yeah, and all the
maintenance functions here
completely automated.
If something breaks,
fixing it is as simple
as pressing a button.
It'll be the easiest job
you've ever had, Walter.
Looking forward to it, sir.
How many residents?
Well, at the moment,
only four units are spoken for.
Makes our job a little
bit easier, doesn't it?
I thought people are fleeing the center
like rats these days,
trying to outrun that
toxic cloud they call air?
Yes, perhaps,
but not all of them are
well resourced enough
to end up here.
Why don't you take a look
around, Mr. Kensington,
satisfy your inner sleuth.
Wanna show Walter here to his quarters.
(birds singing)
Come with me, Walter.
We'll get your working
holiday off to a proper start.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Kensington.
(Kensington sighing)
Is that one of the original buildings?
Not just any building,
this is the old head doctor's quarters.
Perfect place of prominence
for a responsible citizen like you.
(door clacking)
Cozy.
If these walls could talk.
My people tell me your family
once lived in the surrounding woods.
Yes, that's right.
Then I have no doubt
you've heard some stories
about Sanctum's past,
colorful stories,
maybe even have a few to share yourself.
Yes.
I'd prefer it if you kept
those stories to yourself.
But there's nothing to stop them
from finding out on Archive.
I mean, you didn't even change the name.
True, there's no stopping
the free flow of information
in today's world.
And if one of our residents
were to be disturbed
enough about Sanctum's past
to reconsider their investment,
that would be a sad loss for us.
(pensive music)
However, if you were to
encourage their discomfort
in any way,
I'm afraid you're the one
that'd be losing out, Walter.
I won't let it happen, sir.
We appreciate your loyalty.
(waves crashing)
(birds squawking)
(bright music)
(machinery whirring)
(Walt sighing)
(system beeping)
Hmm, so far, so good.
(bright music)
(water flowing)
(Walt grunting)
(ominous music)
(pensive music)
(transition whooshing)
(Walt grunting)
(Walt panting)
(ominous music)
(Walt panting)
Too early to crack up, old man.
(waves crashing)
(light music)
(car engine rumbling)
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(door clacking)
Hello there.
- Oh.
Hi there.
Please, please don't
let them take me back.
I'm not like the others.
Oh, I'm Walt, the caretaker.
I'm Sidney, this is my husband, Brian.
I wasn't expecting anyone
from the convoy until tomorrow.
We decided to leave early,
avoid the chaos a bit.
Hmm, I hear that.
- Walt.
- What that?
Yes, sir.
Could you get a cart for our belongings?
Walt's the caretaker, hun,
not removalist.
No, no problem at all.
(trunk slamming)
(Walt straining)
(pensive music)
(birds singing)
Welcome to Sanctum.
Today's air quality is 82% pure.
Today's water quality is 79% pure.
The state wishes you a pleasant day.
(upbeat music)
(car engines rumbling)
(door clacking)
(phone beeping)
(birds squawking)
(waves crashing)
(footsteps clopping)
(box smacking)
No fucking way.
Jane, control yourself.
Allow me.
Uh, please be careful.
Do you know what this
place used to be, Mum?
[Mother] What?
What's wrong with this place now?
It was a freaking insane asylum.
Aw, please, Jane.
It's really not a problem.
What?
You're saying that's true?
That what's true?
It was a state sanitarium, yes.
That's a nice way to put it.
Why didn't anyone tell us?
You didn't know?
There is a thing called Archive, Mum.
It is on the same grounds.
And all of the buildings
just happen to be in the same place.
(mother scoffing)
And shares some of
the same features, true.
Personally, I just think it makes
this place more interesting.
Trust me when I say, it's
a really beautiful place.
I grew up just near here.
Freaky.
Did any of the crazies ever leak out?
No, nothing like that.
Come on, it's just a giant resort.
It was then,
and it's just a very expensive one now.
(mother scoffing)
Just listen to my friend.
Walt, the caretaker.
Just listen to Walt, the caretaker.
(hand slapping)
He's a smart man.
They really have made it very nice.
You will enjoy living here.
Well, I appreciate
your vote of confidence.
I certainly need it these days.
Come on, Jane.
You've so got stories.
Can just tell.
We'll talk.
Well played.
(Walt sighing)
(waves crashing)
Mum, you.
(mother snoring)
Bored?
(sighing) Thank God for
mood stabilizers, huh?
All right, I'll just entertain myself.
(door sliding)
(crickets chirping)
I'm guessing there's no
24-hour convenience stores
out there.
Okay.
(sighing) This, ladies and gentlemen,
is the warm, welcoming family home
my mother has brought me to.
No expense spared, of course,
not when she's spending the
settlement money anyway.
My wardrobe, however, (scoffing)
Suffers greatly.
But that's not all we're
here to talk about tonight.
No, tonight, my friends,
we're taking a tour of this crazy house.
That's right, I officially
live in a loony bin.
They've said that all
of the crazies are gone,
but I would like to see
what a little bit of
investigation turns out.
Shall we?
(mysterious shrieking)
(pensive music)
Fuck.
Holy shit.
(ominous music)
(Jane screaming)
(brush scratching)
(birds singing)
Jane.
Jane.
(ominous music)
Jane?
What happened?
I don't know, are you okay?
Yeah, fine, totally.
Do you need me to call your mother?
No, no, that's fine.
Do you need a hand getting home?
No, I got it, thanks.
Jane.
Thanks.
Hey, don't tell my mum about this, okay?
She's only got so many fuses left to blow.
Hmm, as long as you're okay.
(wind blowing)
Yeah.
Yeah.
(clippers snipping)
Hey.
Aw.
Oh, the caretaker.
(laughing) I didn't expect anyone else
to be up at this hour.
You know, early bird and all that.
I'm Ed, by the way.
Ed, the solicitor.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
(laughing) Just Ed.
Wow, you're right about how
beautiful it is out here.
(egg cracking)
It's a far cry from center
life, that's for sure.
Which township are you from?
Oh, I'm not really from a town.
Oh, you said you grew up around here.
That's right, just out there.
Aw, so you're a.
Bush brat. (Laughing)
(Ed laughing)
I wasn't gonna say that.
That's okay.
(clippers snipping)
There's no harm living off the land.
That's what she's here for.
Wow, I didn't think
there were any of you left.
State took that land back so long ago.
But here I am, alive and kicking.
So the state gave you this job, then.
Room and board included?
That's right.
You making decent credits?
You know what? I wouldn't know.
I've never been too good with the numbers.
Huh.
Why don't you bring your contract
around my place sometime,
lemme take a look at it for you?
You don't have to do that.
It's no bother at all.
Least I can do it for a man
who takes as much pride
in his work as I do.
See you around, Walt, the caretaker.
(birds squawking)
(bright music)
(system whirring)
(door knocking)
(door clacking)
- Hello, Ms. Buckworth.
- I'm so glad you're here.
It's the water, the sink, the showers.
Everything's ice cold,
and I desperately need a warm shower.
Sure, it's probably just a valve.
I'll get straight at it.
Okay, great, come in.
Hello, kids.
Be polite.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Okay, that's it.
Go, do something.
(children sighing)
Go on.
- Okay, give that a try.
(child laughing)
(water flowing)
Aw, finally.
Thank you.
No problem.
You're the live-in
caretaker here, right?
That's right.
(child laughing)
Aw, it's such a relief.
At the center, they used
to take days if not weeks
to get anything repaired.
Which unit are you in?
Oh, I'm in the cottage
on the other side of the property.
It's, uh, quite cozy.
Nothing quite like this, though.
Oh, well, we wanted to have
enough room for the kids.
Do you have kids?
- No, it's, uh, it's just me.
- Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.
- Ah.
- Well-
- Zap,
zap.
- I'll get back to it then.
Ah, thanks again.
Uh, I promise not to harass you too often,
but it's nice to know you're here.
Anytime.
Bye, Ms. Buckman.
Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap.
- What are you two doing?
(pensive music)
Playing asylum.
Maybe you should go play in your room.
Okay, Mummy.
[Child] Zap, zap, zap,
zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.
(crickets chirping)
(tablet knocking)
I think I'm gonna take a bath.
Great, I was hoping
you'd use that bathtub.
I'm looking forward to it,
the tub and the bed.
You know I'll be there
as soon as I can, hun.
(Sidney sighing)
(Brian sighing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(transition whooshing)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
(water splashing)
No, wait.
(transition whooshing)
Help, please.
(Jane grunting)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)
(Walt panting)
Syd?
(Sidney panting)
What happened?
- I don't...
- Hey. Hey.
Tell me.
- I don't,
I don't know, I don't...
- Just tell me what happened.
You're okay.
I don't know, I was here,
and then suddenly I was somewhere else,
and, and the, the tub
was full of ice water
and I was freezing.
That's enough of that.
(glass smashing)
(Walt panting)
(pensive music)
(attendees faintly speaking)
(system whirring)
Sanctum Sanitarium,
display image.
Medium speed.
How's life in the loony bin? (Laughing)
Shit.
Getting to you already, I see.
So what's with the history lesson?
I'm just doing my research.
Yeah, well, with only one estate
and 10 people in your protectorate,
you're already facing a shit fight
to prove your metal.
So if I were you,
I'd do my research at home.
The things they used to
do to people in that place,
outdated, barbaric and twisted shit.
All in the name of healing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Inhumane and highly reflective
of the state's firm commitment
to the high quality of its citizens lives.
We all got the memo about
their change of heart
back when you were still
suckling on your mama.
(Kensington sighing)
So what's it to you now?
I'm just trying to get my head around
how yesterday's trash heap
became today's castle.
Stick around long enough, champ,
and you'll be the one chucking
all the undesirables into the ocean
or the rich float away on
their own personal islands.
But I thought the state no longer
condoned such practices.
- Look,
don't start sounding like a socialist now.
That'll get you nothing
but a voluntary demotion.
Next thing you know,
you're the one swimming for the shore.
(Kensington sighing)
Display images.
Patient files.
(system beeping)
Selection seven.
(system whirring and whooshing)
Next.
Next.
(pensive music)
Hey, Jane.
Janie.
Jane.
- What?
I'll tell you what,
you fell asleep on the couch again.
Janie, moving from the city
is no excuse to lie around like a zombie.
You look like shit.
Gee, thanks, Mum.
The least you can do is go out
and do something productive with your day.
(Jane sighing)
Anything.
I'll be in the shower.
The state wishes to remind you
that all movements in and
out of this protectorate
must be registered with the
state transit authority.
The state, always looking after you.
(kettle boiling)
(pensive music)
(button clicking)
(mysterious shrieking)
(Jane screaming)
(knife clacking)
[Mother] Janie?
What happened?
Nothing, I just dropped something.
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(Ed panting)
(Ed sighing)
I gotta be one with nature. (Sighing)
One with nature.
(pensive music)
(ominous music)
(fire crackling)
(birds chirping)
(bright music)
(thicket rustling)
All right, not bad at all.
(Jane inhaling)
(pensive music)
(ominous music)
(water splashing)
(mysterious shrieking)
(waves crashing)
Walt.
(water spraying)
Sanctum was the only sanitarium
in the entire protectorate.
They say that like we should
be overflowing with them.
How many crazies were there back then?
Well, they weren't all ill,
some of them were just a
little bit too much of a burden
for the state to handle.
Well, that's comforting.
Listen to this.
This was one of the only state sanitariums
that during all of its operating years
was in full capacity.
That means all 27 units
were fully occupied.
That's exactly how
many units we have here.
Weird.
Isn't there like a sprinkler system
with a timer and all that?
I turned it off.
Why?
A man needs to work.
Idle hands, you know?
Right.
(water spraying)
And get this,
the head doctor, James Meeker,
was famous for his full support
of controversial and outdated
methods of treatment,
including electroshock therapy,
extended isolation,
ice baths and transorbital lobotomies.
Wait, what's that you
said about ice baths?
That's what got your attention?
Nevermind.
An extensive investigation
revealed that not all of the patients
that were admitted for
treatment at Sanctum
actually had confirmed mental illnesses,
even though some of them spent
better parts of their lives
within Sanctum's walls.
Apparently Dr. Meeker
continued his operations
until Sanctum was overtaken
by the state property authorities.
Oh my God.
What?
(ominous music)
Maybe that's enough time
on Archive for today.
You sound like my mother.
(sighing) Well, it's
just such a beautiful day,
why don't you get out and enjoy it?
(light music)
She give you notes
or something?
(water spraying)
So what else fun is
there to do around here?
Okay.
Hmm.
(Walt laughing)
(water spraying)
It's just that she's under some delusion
that we're suddenly gonna be poor again.
I mean, I understand
that my dad brought in more credits, sure.
But look at where we live.
(laughing) My father always said
that four walls and a roof
is more than enough for any man,
as long as you can call 'em yours.
Do you ever kind of get
creeped out by this place,
I mean, now, today?
(pensive music)
Aw, Jane,
you didn't spend the whole
day harassing Walt, did you?
Oh, no, no, she was fine.
She was a big help actually.
Oh, I may die of shock.
(Jane sarcastically laughing)
Come on home and I'll make us dinner.
Make?
Make, nuke, we'll see.
Maybe Walt would like to join us.
Oh, no, I couldn't impose.
(light music)
(laughing) It's just
I'm not the greatest chef.
No need to explain.
Maybe some other time,
if I had a little warning first.
Why, are you suddenly
gonna learn how to cook?
Jane.
It's fine, you guys have a great night.
(mother laughing)
I am.
Sorry, what?
I'm a great cook,
and we just got some fresh provisions.
Maybe I could come over
and prepare something
as a little thank you
for Jane's help.
What do you say, Mum?
Sure.
Great, I'll come by soon.
Okay.
- Mm.
- Thanks.
(everybody laughing)
Honestly, I can't remember the last time
I had such a good meal.
Kind of you to say.
It's a bit of a miracle too.
You even got Jane to clear her plate.
Mm-hmm.
Where did you learn how to cook?
My father taught me
when I was quite young.
How nice.
And once you've learned how to cook
over an open fire, well.
Oh.
Cool.
Well, I better start clearing up.
Allow me.
But you cooked for us.
And you invited me into your home.
So it would be my absolute pleasure
and the least I could do.
(mother laughing)
(crickets chirping)
Four years of training,
so I can be a glorified watchdog.
Brilliant.
(mother and Walt laughing)
Well, and I'm glad that
Jane helped you out too.
(Walt laughing)
So (laughing)
Thank you so much again.
It was great. (Laughing)
Cool.
Goodnight.
You old dog.
Nope,
nope,
nope.
Hyper-crazy eyes.
Ugh, another one with a cat.
Oh, yes, please.
(system whirring)
Ah.
(glass sliding)
(Ed sighing)
(drink pouring)
(cap rattling)
(pensive music)
(glass knocking)
(cutlery rattling)
(cupboards knocking)
(matches rattling)
(match striking)
(fire crackling)
(chopsticks rattling)
Welcome, citizens of
the 27th protectorate,
the clean air protectorate.
The state, always looking after you.
(kettle boiling)
(pensive music)
(coffee pouring)
Please, please, don't let them take me.
Please, please.
(Brian groaning)
(pensive music)
(Brian screaming)
Brian.
- You won't take me alive.
Stop it, let go.
You're hurting me.
(Brian panting)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. (Panting)
They haven't gone away yet.
They're just nightmares, Syd.
Some nightmares.
What was it this time?
The same place, the same people?
Lots of people have
recurring nightmares.
You should see a doctor.
It's just stress.
I don't need to pay some psych
to tell me what I already know.
Does stress make someone dream
about a war they've never fought,
soldiers they've never met?
It's not what it's really about.
It can't be.
My brain's just constructed some story,
and it's telling it to
me over and over again.
That's all.
Well, (sighing) don't you wanna know
why your brain keeps telling you
you're fighting the Nazis?
No.
Is the coffee ready yet?
(Ed sighing)
Is it bad?
It's all above board.
I just thought after all
your years of state service,
you would've got a better deal.
The property owners,
they can ax you at any time,
no explanation required.
If that happens, you lose
not only your credits,
but your home.
Is that likely to happen?
Hmm, why would it?
You've done nothing but a
stellar job since day one.
But what if the people
just don't like it here
and they decide to leave?
(laughing) The property owners
can't blame you for their poor taste.
Hmm, I suppose not.
Look, if you think you're on thin ice,
come and talk to me.
They'll reconsider any
threats once they know
you have a top-level
solicitor on your side.
(laughing) Thanks, Ed,
you really don't have to.
It's my job, Walt, the caretaker.
I couldn't think of a more worthy client.
Oh, thanks, again.
Did you burn the toast this morning?
No.
(laughing) Liquid smoke.
It's, uh, the secret ingredient
to my patented chili recipe.
Powerful stuff. (Cheek clicking)
Tasty.
- Oh,
sounds great.
- Mm, come over
and have a bowl next time, I insist.
(laughing) Oh, thanks again, Ed.
No worries.
(pensive music)
I told you,
he was fine one second.
And then the next, he
just started screaming,
"Who are you?
Who are you?
Get away from me."
Then he just fell down and had a seizure.
Has he ever had one before?
No, never.
Maybe he tripped,
he fell and hit his head?
He just collapsed,
all of a sudden, no reason.
Thank you.
I've never seen him so scared.
(button clicking)
All his vitals are stabilizing.
He's coming back.
Mummy?
Hey, baby.
Hey.
What were you doing
before your mummy came back into the room?
Watching the EB?
Were there any bright flashing lights,
or strange pictures,
or loud noises?
It wasn't the EB's fault.
How do you know?
We've seen that show before?
It was the electricity.
What electricity?
The kind he puts in our heads.
(pensive music)
Who puts electricity in your heads?
The doctor.
What doctor?
What are you saying, sweetie?
He says it's supposed to make us better,
but this time, he just
got too much electricity
so it had to come back out again.
[Kensington] Where does
this electricity come from?
The machine.
Machine?
What machine?
The one he attaches to our brains.
What are you saying?
Who is this doctor?
Does he live in this estate with you?
No.
So, uh, where have you seen him then?
In our dreams.
(Jane sighing)
(door knocking)
[Mother] Dinner's getting cold.
Yeah, be out in a minute.
Next.
Next. (Sighing)
(glass scratching)
(gulping) Next.
(glass knocking)
(pensive music)
Hold.
(system whirring)
Display treatment.
(ominous music)
(system beeping)
(birds singing)
(system whirring)
Morning, early bird.
Night owl actually.
(laughing) Shit.
For someone with a nothing protectorate,
you sure find a lot of
ways to waste your time.
(cup knocking)
(system whirring)
What, more research?
Well, what I can find here.
But I know there's more.
(exhaling) Is that
right, Sherlock? (Laughing)
When the state shut the place down,
what happened to all the patients?
Probably gave 'em jobs.
Same way they did with
all them bush brats.
But some of them are too sick
to do even the shittiest job on offer.
So what happened to those people, then?
(colleague blowing)
You know, if I were you,
I'd try and remember that my job
is in the here and now.
Then is then,
and you sure as shit
aren't gonna change it.
So stop searching the screen for answers.
(pensive music)
(cup knocking)
(birds singing)
(system whirring)
(ominous music)
(system beeping)
What is there to do
in this space station?
Status normal.
They've all been very naughty.
You can save them,
if you punish them.
Save them.
Punish them.
Punish them.
Ah, I really feel like
we need to go and use the pool today.
We've used none of the
amenities since we got here,
and I think it's time.
Hey? Do you wanna come with me?
What do you say, hey?
(pensive music)
Come on.
It's a beautiful afternoon.
The sun is shining,
the birds are singing.
Is this a musical or something?
What's the point of living
on this beautiful estate
if we never go and use it?
Well, you go and use it, then.
It's too hot for me.
That's only because
you're wearing nine layers.
You're 17.
I should be trying to get
you to wear more, not less.
I'm just comfy this way.
Fine, you can continue to ferment
while I go and soak up some Vitamin D.
Ta-ta.
(pensive music)
Go away.
Go away.
Good afternoon.
Oh, good afternoon.
It's a beautiful day, isn't it?
Sure is, one worth enjoying.
Where you off to?
Isn't it obvious?
(Walt laughing)
Well, you'll be the
first to use that pool.
Most people don't seem to bother with it.
What about you,
care to join me?
(light music)
I'm busy.
Where's Jane?
Mm, busy sulking.
That's a shame.
She'll outgrow it.
Not soon enough for my liking.
But one must be patient with teenagers.
A virtue indeed.
Well, I won't keep distracting you.
I'm off to enjoy this
beautiful thing called life.
(water splashing)
Right.
Living on the edge.
How rustic.
Ah, that's more my style. (Laughing)
(pensive music)
(door knocking)
(door knocking)
Sauna's occupied.
(door slamming)
(ominous music)
(door clacking)
(birds squawking)
(crickets chirping)
(transition whooshing)
[Meeker] Ah.
(mother screaming)
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
Cynthia?
(Walt sighing)
(crickets chirping)
Cynthia?
(ominous music)
No.
I said no.
I won't do it, I'm not listening.
I won't do it.
I said no.
(door clacking and squeaking)
(door slamming)
Mum, where have you been all day?
Mum.
Hello, Mum.
What happened to you?
Answer me.
My poor baby.
You didn't even get to say goodbye.
Say goodbye for what?
You'll know soon enough,
as soon as they find my body.
Your body?
In the bushes,
where I died.
Promise me you'll be brave, Janie.
You've always been such a brave girl.
Mum, your body is right here.
It's just a remnant, dear.
It'll fade over time.
Mum.
Your body is right here, okay?
It's talking to me and
it's freaking me out.
Mum, snap out of it.
Let those at rest have their peace.
(Jane gasping)
Shit.
Shit.
(tool whirring)
(pensive music)
She seems to be trapped
in a dissociative state.
Why? How?
Well, these things can be
brought on by stress or trauma.
My best guess is that she's
experienced quite a scare.
It's given this illusion
that she's somehow died in the process.
Has your mother been under
any kind of extraordinary stress lately?
Uh, my dad and her just
settled their divorce.
He, he moved offshore.
I recommend that we take her
to the nearest state hospital tonight.
No, please, don't.
Temporarily, just so we can monitor her,
keep her safe.
Chances are she will
come out of this in time.
She can't be alone, okay?
Best to follow counselor's,
uh, recommendations.
For your mother's sake.
Is there anywhere I can take you?
Relative's place maybe?
Um, yeah, my Aunt Ida.
Okay, I'll take you to your aunt's.
The counselor will take
your mother to the hospital.
You can go and visit her
first thing in the morning.
Yeah, let me just go call her.
Okay.
Thank you.
No problem.
Where were you, man,
when all this happened?
Out on the grounds, working.
One of your residents
disappears the whole entire afternoon,
and no one sees a thing?
Not even the man whose job it is
to oversee the whole entire property?
(pensive music)
I looked everywhere for her.
The sauna, the grounds, everywhere.
I should've been there.
I should've said yes.
You're the first person
Jane comes to for help.
Why?
There's not many people around here.
I'm the only one she knows, I guess.
No, there aren't many people, are there?
What are you getting at?
Level with me, man.
Is there a gas leak, tainted water,
or chemicals in the ground?
What are you saying?
Less than two months
since this estate opened,
there's only 10 people living here.
I've been on two emergency calls already.
Both of them some wacky story
about nightmares and delusions.
Either this is the strangest
coincidence I've ever seen
or these people are being
poisoned by something.
There's nothing here.
Let's see about that, mate.
Jane, are you ready?
Hello?
Jane?
Shit.
She's gone.
(garbled radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
I mean it,
I wanna know anything.
You will help me find that girl.
- I will.
- I'll be scanning
the entire protectorate.
Good.
(door slamming)
- I'll be back
before you know it.
Okay.
(Cynthia gasping)
(ominous music)
I suppose you can't explain it either.
I can't.
(garbled radio chattering)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps clopping)
(Walt sighing)
(pensive music)
Aw, Jane.
Sorry.
Your door was unlocked.
I just really needed somewhere to hide.
Why are you hiding at all?
I couldn't go with him.
I just couldn't.
He was trying to help you.
I'm still a minor.
They can't leave me
here without a guardian.
And if they can't find one of those,
then I just become a ward of the state.
I'm gonna get locked
away just like my mum.
She's not locked away.
And besides, it's only one night.
How can you be sure?
They don't even know what happened to her.
Okay, it's bad enough
that she's stuck in a state institution,
but how can I possibly help her
if I'm stuck in one too?
What about your aunt?
She's offshore too.
Oh.
Oh, no, you can't possibly
think you can stay here.
Please.
Mr. Kensington will
come looking for you.
What if he finds you here?
Even worse, what if he finds out
that I let you hide here?
Look, I'll call my dad first
thing in the morning, okay?
He'll fly down and look after me,
I know he will.
I just really need somewhere
to stay until then, please.
I'm just too scared to be alone.
(light music)
Can't say I blame you.
How do you take your tea?
My tea?
Looks like we could
both use a good cuppa.
(owl hooting)
(ominous music)
You think you can get
away with it, don't you?
What are you doing?
But I know what you've been up to.
I always do.
What did I do?
Time for your treatment.
(Jane screaming)
Stop, please.
(Jane crying)
- Trying to fight it
won't do you any good.
Hopefully this will teach you a lesson
once and for all.
(Jane screaming)
(ominous music)
You should.
- Always listen
to your doctor.
(Walt grunting)
(fire crackling)
It's time for you to heal.
You will heal.
Heal.
Heal.
Heal.
(Meeker grunting)
Walt, help.
Oh dear God.
What have I done?
(Jane sighing)
(pensive music)
(Jane coughing)
(Walt sighing)
How could I?
It isn't you.
I need to be locked away.
Please get out of here
before I hurt you worse.
No, it wasn't you.
I know it wasn't you.
I can't be trusted.
Stay away from me.
Go, now.
It wasn't your face,
it wasn't your voice.
There's no one else here.
Yes, there is.
There's someone in you.
Someone making you do things,
things you would never do.
How can you know that?
Because I would never do this.
(birds singing)
Yeah, that's okay.
I'm fine, Dad.
I'm with a friend.
Okay, love you too.
Bye.
He can't get transport 'til tomorrow,
so I guess I'll have to wait.
I guess so.
Why didn't you tell me that
you recognized the picture?
It was just a quick flash,
I couldn't be sure.
(pensive music)
It's this cottage, then.
It's not yours,
it's his.
Dr. Meeker still lives here.
There's no way.
He'd be long gone by now.
He'd be way dead.
There's no way he could still be here.
Well, then why did we both see him?
Why did we see him instead of your face?
And what about me?
What was that?
Whose face was there instead of mine?
I didn't recognize her.
She's gotta be a patient, I'll bet.
I've almost seen her,
caught reflections out
of the corner of my eye,
and then I turn around and she's gone.
Sneaky, suicidal bitch.
Maybe it's an illusion,
a trick of the light.
You think what happened to my mum
is a trick of the light?
I mean, come on,
yeah, she's highly strung,
but she was nowhere near
that point of breakdown.
Anyway, she's been a
little bit happier lately.
Look, okay, something
or someone was in her.
I just don't know what
makes us so special.
I don't think we are.
The Buckman girl,
she described the experience
of having electroshock therapy,
and I know they used to do that here.
Well, let's go talk to them, then.
I mean, we can go find out
what other crazy crap
they've been going through.
She's just a girl.
Well, the mum, then.
I doubt she'd go for it.
Once she heard what her daughter said,
she just kicked us all
out and shut the doors,
and I haven't seen her since.
Okay, look, I need
something to hold on to, okay?
I need to talk to someone else
who understands and knows
that I'm not going crazy.
You get that, right?
(Walt sighing)
What about Ed?
Couldn't be more normal.
Okay, then the couple,
Mr. Expensive Tie and his wife.
Sidney.
Schizophrenia, that
makes you hear voices,
have suicidal tendencies,
get really violent.
I thought you were
trying to convince yourself
that you're not crazy?
I'm not, but she is.
And I would like to know
what brand of crazy I'm dealing with.
You should be researching Dr. Jekyll.
Mr. Hyde.
What?
Nevermind.
Oh, she is definitely part of this club.
What are you gonna say to her again?
I'm just gonna ask her about the dreams.
(sighing) Please don't do that.
Why not?
I don't want you to scare her.
I couldn't possibly scare her
more than she is right now.
Look at her.
Jane, please.
I need to say something.
Okay, just be subtle.
You got it.
Hey, wait up.
Hi, I'm Jane,
Unit 18.
Sidney, 11.
Uh, do you have some time?
I just wanted to ask you
a couple of questions.
Why?
Uh, it's for a school report,
a final assessment for the year.
Oh, what's it about?
Dreams.
There are definitely
places I've never even been,
never even seen in pictures.
Can you describe these rooms to me?
(pensive music)
It's dark, I can never
really see the whole room,
just bits and pieces.
Like what?
Exam tables, medical equipment.
Is there anyone else there,
anyone you can see?
Sometimes.
Anyone you recognize?
(Sidney choking)
(water splashing)
No.
Okay, great.
All right, well, thank you.
That should be enough for my report.
(pensive music)
Did you read a lot
about different dreams
and what they could mean?
Sure.
Did you read anything
about why someone would
dream about being in a war?
About being a soldier when
they've never been one?
I guess my research
wasn't that comprehensive.
Why?
Oh, just curious.
What made you wanna
research dreams anyway?
Just curious.
Well, good luck.
Look, she's definitely feeling it too.
I mean, what was with the war dreams?
Must be her husband.
I always wondered why
he looked so haggard.
I thought it was his work,
but maybe he's not
getting much sleep either.
Look, okay, this place is tainted.
We have to get out of here.
I can't do that.
Why not?
If we don't, we're just
gonna end up like my mum,
or even worse.
Look, if we alert these people,
they're gonna leave.
Good.
That is not good.
Why not?
Because this is their homes.
We can't just drive
people out of their homes.
Well, then what are we supposed to do?
You said it yourself.
If you'd control the feelings,
if you tried hard enough,
that you could shut out the voices.
Yeah, but it's a lot easier
to do if I'm not alone.
Well, just have to be
there for each other.
If anything strange happens, you know,
we just help each other out.
What are you gonna do when
Dr. Friendly comes back?
I mean, he's not exactly helpful.
Well, yeah, it's probably
best that I'm isolated.
That way, I can't hurt anyone.
Wait, so let me get this straight.
I can't be alone,
but you have to be alone.
And between the two of us,
we have to monitor six other people
amongst 27 units.
I guess so.
(Walt sighing)
(waves crashing)
Just don't try to be a hero, okay?
Any sign of trouble,
you give Mr. Kensington a call.
Okay.
(crickets chirping)
Uh, are you sure about this?
Just don't forget me, okay?
The last thing this place needs
is a ghost of two crazy old men.
First thing tomorrow morning,
I promise.
Go ahead.
(door squeaking)
(door and lock clacking)
(heart rate monitor beeping)
Any improvement?
I'm afraid not.
You said she'll snap out of it.
Well, her delusion is
actually getting worse.
Now she thinks that they're all dead.
All of us.
Trapped in death. (Groaning)
(upbeat music)
- Great.
- Brian.
[Brian] As soon as I can, hun.
Good,
nice and boring.
(crowd cheering)
- Come on, ref.
He was clearly offside.
Come on.
Move up.
- Couldn't be more normal.
We tried to leave.
He wouldn't let us.
And now we can't.
We're trapped,
trapped in Sanctum, forever.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
Holy shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This isn't real, you hear me?
This isn't real, okay?
It's just a nightmare.
Come on, come on back, you can do this.
You can do this, you're okay.
Okay?
- Stay away from my babies.
(light stand smacking)
Come on, Walter.
What would your father say?
He'd say you need to be.
- He'd say you need to be
punished.
No.
He'd say nothing but a crazy dream,
a nightmare gone outta control.
(Meeker laughing)
Stop it.
(Walt panting)
I'm stronger than you,
I'll win this fight.
But I've been here much, much longer.
Ah.
[Ms. Buckman] Help me, please.
They're trying to take
my children.
- No, Ms. Buckman, wait.
(door rattling)
- They're trying to take
my children.
(door clacking)
Ms. Buckman?
(pensive music)
I think we've had enough treatment.
We both feel much better.
[Child] I think it's time to leave.
I couldn't agree more.
(suspenseful music)
[Colleague] I told you to
leave the past in the past.
I know you were there.
Just tell me what happened.
What difference would it make now?
Tell me.
No one left, did they?
That sick freak of a doctor...
Not a single one of those patients
ever made it off that property alive.
He did this all in one night.
We got there too late.
Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?
What difference would it make?
You said so yourself,
those people were too sick
for the state to make use of.
They were right when they
said, "What's done is done."
What about all the residents?
They have a right to know.
Why?
(tires screeching)
Help me, please.
They're trying to take
my children, please.
Please, help me.
- The doctor's not done yet.
(monitor beeping)
(door clacking)
Are you right?
(pensive music)
No, stop it.
Go away.
I said no.
You said we were leaving.
Yeah, yeah, we are, okay?
I just need to find someone.
Someone who can help us.
He can't help us now.
None of them can.
They're all in on it, everyone.
Who's in on it?
Who?
- The neighbors,
the ones pretending to be my neighbors.
(crying) They wanna take my babies.
That's why they did it.
That's why they brought
in those imposters.
Imposters?
What imposters?
Who's after your children?
Maybe you're one of them too.
One the fakes, the replacements.
Listen, what you're
experiencing isn't real.
It's an illusion.
How do I even know you're
a protection officer?
There's something,
something that's affecting everyone.
That's what an imposter would say.
I promise,
I'm here to help.
Just tell me what happened to you.
Just tell me what happened to everyone.
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
(Kensington grunting)
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(door clacking and creaking)
(fire crackling)
(Ed laughing)
Ed.
I'll protect you.
I'll stop them, I'll stop them.
I'm coming, babies.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
(ominous music)
(door slamming)
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
No one leaves Sanctum,
ever.
(Ms. Buckman screaming)
(alarm blaring)
No.
The alarm.
It's triggered something, it won't stop.
I don't know what to do.
Don't you hear those sirens?
Air raid, we need cover.
That's an order, soldier.
Wait.
There are civilians that
need to be taken to shelter.
Right, we fall back,
behind the line.
Go, go, go.
Move, move.
(fire crackling)
(Ed screaming)
(Ed laughing)
(system beeping)
(suspenseful music)
They will never leave.
(monitor smashing)
(system sparking)
Never.
(Walt grunting)
(monitor smashing)
Never.
(door clacking)
(door slamming)
(Kensington groaning)
Goddamn it.
(mysterious voices whispering)
(pensive music)
What?
(Kensington grunting)
(guns firing)
(explosions booming)
Get those children to cover, now.
- What about you?
- That's an order.
Sidney, let's go.
I need you to hide the kids.
(footsteps shuffling)
Going somewhere?
Nobody leaves Sanctum.
Not until they've been healed.
No matter how long it takes.
That's not you talking, Walt.
They never left back then,
and they will never leave now.
Never.
Come on back to us, Walt.
Come on back.
(Walt laughing)
(guns firing)
(explosions booming)
(Ed laughing)
Stand down, you Nazi scum.
(Ed grunting)
(gun firing)
(Kensington coughing)
You're stronger than this.
I know you're still in there somewhere.
And how many people are
inside you, little miss?
Please, Walt.
"Please, Walt."
That weak little man is long gone.
Only the strong will survive.
That doesn't bode well
for you now, does it?
(Ed grunting)
(flames whooshing)
(gun firing)
[Kensington] Hey.
(laser firing)
(Ed roaring)
(laser firing)
(Ed grunting)
(transition whooshing and shrieking)
(Ed coughing)
Come on, I know you can fight this.
You can kick out that psycho.
Psycho?
Psycho?
Aren't you being a
little bit hypocritical.
After all, which one of us is the doctor?
You're not a doctor.
You're nothing but an illusion.
Illusion?
Is that what your voices keep telling you?
'Cause I'm afraid if you're
still listening to them,
you're going to need some more treatment.
You can't threaten me.
You're not even real. (Grunting)
Real?
How do you know what's real?
You're too sick to know.
(push smacking)
[Jane] I know he's real.
(pensive music)
Walt.
(Jane grunting)
(light stand smacking)
(Walt sighing)
(mysterious voices
whispering and shrieking)
(Kensington gasping)
(Walt grunting)
Is everyone okay?
Come on, Walt.
Come on.
Easy.
I'm okay.
Where's everyone?
[Kensington] Okay.
Jane.
Wait.
Brian.
- Jane.
- Oh.
Jane, wait.
[Sidney] I'm so glad
you're safe. (Grunting)
You okay?
Yeah?
Aw.
(forlorn music)
One of my units was
burned to the ground,
you call a team of medics to the estate
and not one of them will
give you a statement?
It's their choice,
and my obligation
as their protection officer
to respect their wishes.
Well, some protection officer you are,
you shot a solicitor.
He knows it was for his own safety
as much as the others.
Besides, I wouldn't have fired
if I didn't have perfect aim.
You think this is a joke?
What if he press his charges?
What if they all do?
Look, I'd be much more worried
about them knowing
how much you knew about the Sanctum's past
when you took on a development contract.
Are you at all familiar
with disclosure law,
Mr. Pressman.
(monitor clacking)
(Kensington laughing)
(truck engine rumbling)
(light music)
(birds singing)
Thank you, Walt.
That's okay.
(door clacking)
Mum.
Jane.
Are you okay?
Only if you are.
Was so worried about you.
You're okay.
She asked about you, man.
Even before we left the hospital.
Oh.
(Kensington laughing)
Go on.
(Walt laughing)
(Kensington laughing)
(Kensington sighing)
(car engine rumbling)
(birds singing)
(ominous music)
(text clacking)
[Meeker] No one leaves Sanctum.
(text whirring)
(text clacking and whirring)
(eerie music)