Smile (2022) Movie Script
1
[phone ringing]
Dr. Cotter.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everybody dies.
I don't wanna--
I'm gonna--
I haven't been able
to get him to talk...
respond to me,
nothing.
[muttering continues]
Just this.
Yeah.
I got it.
Thanks, Dan.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
She doesn't matter.
Mom doesn't matter.
I don't matter.
Nothing ever matters.
I don't matter.
I don't matter.
I don't matter.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
He's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
She doesn't matter.
Everyone dies.
I'm gonna die.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
Mom doesn't matter.
Nothing ever matters.
I don't matter.
I don't ma--
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
She's gonna-- She's gonna--
Everyone-- I'm gonna--
I don't matter.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
[whimpering]
Hi, Carl.
What's going on today?
I'm dying.
No.
I don't think so.
I think you're having
another manic episode.
Don't--
Don't you tell me.
You don't know.
I feel it all around me,
squeezing.
[whimpering continues]
I'm scared.
Carl, I know that
what you're experiencing
feels real,
but it can't hurt you.
[whimpering]
I promise.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
Hey, Wanda.
I'm gonna put Carl Renken
into observation for a few days.
He's harmless.
Just make sure
someone checks on him
every couple hours.
You got it.
Thanks.
Hey, Dr. Desai
was looking for you.
Thank you.
[siren wailing]
[patient] No! No! Please!
Please! You don't understand!
I can't go in there! No!
[screaming] No! No! Please!
No!
No!
[knocking]
Come in.
Hey, did you send
a patient named, uh,
Sarah Marquet
over to residency yesterday?
Yes. She has a history
with drug abuse and mania,
and she's been in and out
of our unit a few times.
[sighs]
Rose,
she has no insurance.
Okay,
but she needs treatment.
The board is down my throat
about paying out of pocket
for another bed
in the residency program.
Maybe the board should try
giving a shit
about the point
of our job here
once in a while.
[sighs]
I'm not questioning
your judgment.
I just need you to
come to me first
so I can
get ahead of it next time.
All right?
Yes.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Hey, you haven't been here
since the late shift
last night, have you?
[distant hospital
intercom chatter]
[phone ringing]
[door opens]
[Rose] Dr. Cotter.
Laura Weaver, 26.
She's a grad student.
Police were called on her
for public disturbance.
EMS brought her in.
Got any psych history?
Nothing on file,
but the police
sent over a report
for a different incident
she was involved in
last week.
And what was that one about?
A professor at her school
bludgeoned himself to death
with a hammer.
She was interviewed
as the only witness.
A hammer?
Hi.
Laura?
[gasps]
My name is Dr. Cotter.
I'm a therapist.
Do you wanna sit down?
[gasps]
Okay.
I know you're nervous.
That's okay.
I just wanna have a chat.
I promise
this is a safe place.
Not for me.
Why do you say that?
[breathes shakily]
Come on. Let's sit.
Please.
[recording device beeps]
Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you
a couple of questions
that might sound stupid.
What day of the week is it?
Thursday.
And the month?
October.
I'm not crazy.
Nobody's saying that.
But I need you to understand.
I'm a PhD candidate.
I'm not some lunatic.
Okay?
Let's just take a breath,
and you can just
tell me what's going on.
[breathing shakily]
I'm seeing something.
Something no one else
can see except for me.
[inhales sharply]
I know how insane that sounds.
I do.
But it's--
This thing,
I can't explain it.
What is it you're seeing?
It looks like people,
but it's--
it's not a person.
I'm not sure I understand.
It looks like people.
It looks like different people.
Sometimes it pretends
to be someone that I know.
Sometimes it's
a random stranger.
Sometimes--
Sometimes it looks like
my grandfather
who died in front of me
when I was seven.
But it's all the same thing.
It--
It's-- It's like--
It's-- It's like it wears
people's faces like--
like masks.
[softly] Okay.
Do you see it right now, here?
What happens
when you do see it?
It's smiling at me.
But not a friendly smile.
It's the worst smile
I've ever seen in my life.
And whenever I see it,
I just get this
god-awful feeling
like something really terrible
is gonna happen.
I've never felt scared
like I do when I see it.
Laura, have you
or anyone else in your family
ever experienced
hallucinations?
It's not a hallucination, no.
It's real.
You don't get it.
It does things to me.
It causes shit
to happen around me.
It's taken over my whole life
and my mind and...
it tells me things.
It told me that to--
today--
Today's the--
Today's the day that I'm--
I'm gonna--
Okay. That's okay.
That's okay.
I know that
what you're experiencing
feels incredibly real.
Sometimes, when we get
emotionally overwhelmed,
or experience an intense trauma,
our minds tend to--
You're not listening to me.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna fucking die,
and no one will listen to me.
Okay. Laura, it's okay.
[crying] Oh, God.
Hey, it's okay. Laura.
Hey, c-can you look at me,
please?
[whispers] It's okay.
Look at me.
I--
[screaming]
Oh, my God. No!
No! It's here!
Please!
Laura. It's okay.
It's just us.
Get away! Please!
There's nobody else here.
No!
[screaming]
No!
[choking, gasping]
Oh, my God.
I-- I have
a patient emergency
in eval 2.
I need staff here now.
Hurry.
[breathing heavily]
Laura?
[gasping]
[no audible dialogue]
[detective] Had Ms. Weaver
ever been a patient here before?
[Rose] No.
Would you say she was typical
of the patients you see here?
This is an emergency
psychiatric unit.
Typical is not really
a thing here.
Right. But she was
a head case, yeah?
I'm sorry, a head case?
I think we're just
trying to get
your opinion
of her mental state.
She could've been
suffering from
acute post-trauma psychosis.
[inhales sharply]
She was having
paranoid delusions.
What kind of delusions?
She was convinced that some
sort of evil presence
was haunting her.
Yikes.
It's just, we're gonna
have to contact
Ms. Weaver's family
and attempt to explain
what happened.
So we're looking for
anything that might make
some sense of all this.
If there's anything else
you can tell us that--
that might help.
Uh, before she died...
she was... smiling.
Yeah, she sounds
fucking crazy to me.
[meows]
[purring]
[sighs]
[sighs, sniffles]
[breathes shakily]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[gulps]
[person] Rose.
[gasps]
Whoa.
My bad. Did I scare you?
I didn't hear you come in.
Shit.
Hi.
Hi. [chuckles]
Hi.
What's up?
Nothing. Sorry.
Something's wrong.
A patient died today.
My patient.
Oh.
Hey, come here.
I'm sorry.
It happened
right in front of me.
It was awful.
I'm so sorry.
What can I do?
This is a nice start.
Maybe we should
bail on dinner tonight.
[chuckles] We can't.
Holly hired a sitter,
and it's just gonna be
a bigger headache
if we don't go.
No way.
Holly turning into
a headache?
[chuckles]
Hey.
[sighs]
[Holly's voice muffled]
I'm sorry, you wanna
talk about being tired?
Now that Jackson's
in the first grade,
I'm literally up
at 6:00 a.m. every day
to make him breakfast
and pack him lunch.
God knows what kind of
nonorganic garbage
that cafeteria is even serving.
[clear voice]
Then I have to drive him
to school,
barely have any time
to run my own errands.
Like, I haven't been
to Pilates in weeks.
Okay, my body is so fucked.
Not true.
I have to go back to school,
pick him up,
then I have to take him
to either soccer practice,
swim lessons, karate, theater--
Oh, and he just started
taking Spanish.
[chuckles]
I mean, my weekdays
are literally impossible.
Mmm. You are coming
Saturday, right?
What?
Uh, sorry,
what's Saturday?
I'm sorry,
is that a joke?
Wow.
Rose, Jackson's
seventh birthday party.
Wow.
I've told you, like,
five times.
[sighs]
I can't. I have work.
What do you mean work?
It's Saturday.
I work Saturday.
See, this is exactly why
you have to
get out of that gross hospital
and into a private practice...
Gross?
It is not gross.
...working normal-people hours.
Rose, there have to be
plenty of crazies out there
who will actually
pay you for your time.
Thank you so much
for your input, Greg.
That's very sweet.
I'm just saying,
why become a doctor
if you can't get
disgustingly rich?
[chuckles]
[partner]
You're kidding, right?
Rose loves being a doctor.
She'd do it for free.
[chuckles] What...
Well, on the subject
of wasted earning potentials,
we could always
sell the fucking house.
Can we not right now?
I don't understand you.
It's just sitting there.
We grew up in that house.
Rose, it's a total teardown.
Why not just
get the money for the land?
Can you guys just
shut the fuck up?
Wow.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Sure.
I've been
looking forward to this.
[meows]
[typing on keypad]
[alarm beeps]
[Rose sighs]
You okay?
Yeah.
[cat meows]
[purring]
[distant siren wailing]
Morning, Doc.
Morning.
Hey. Yesterday,
that patient, Laura Weaver--
The police had sent a report
about a different incident
that she was involved in.
Can you get that
forwarded to me?
You got it, Doc.
Also, I was supposed to have
a session with Jane Park.
Oh, yeah. She pulled out
a bunch of her hair overnight
and swallowed it all.
They took her down to medicine
to have her stomach pumped.
Shit.
[detective clears throat]
Uh, Rose.
What-- What are you--
I was on a--
I was on a call nearby,
and I just thought
I would--
Um--
You know, we didn't really
get to talk yesterday,
other than the whole--
whole thing.
And I just wanted you to know
that when the call came in,
I had no idea
it was gonna be you.
So, I'm sorry
if that was weird.
It's your job. I get it.
How you been?
Joel, why are you here?
You know, like I said,
I was on a call nearby,
and I just,
you know,
thought I would...
come check on you.
After everything that
happened yesterday, that's--
that's not an easy thing.
Okay. I appreciate it,
but I don't need you
to check on me.
Right.
No, yeah, I mean-- Sorry.
I have to get back to work.
Yeah.
See you around.
You do know
she's engaged, right?
Yeah.
I'm single.
[cell phone ringing]
[sighs]
[Rose] Hello.
[Holly] Hi.
Um, look,
I just wanted to say sorry
about last night, okay?
I shouldn't have
kept going at you like that.
Uh, no, I--
I should apologize.
I've been just dealing
with some stuff.
I wasn't being
very good company.
Okay. If you can't make it to
your nephew's party tomorrow,
you could at least
get him a present.
If you need an idea,
he's really into
electric model trains.
[Rose] Uh-huh.
You sound weird.
Are you okay?
Yeah, no, I'm fine.
[chuckles]
Hey, Carl.
How you feeling today?
Carl.
Carl?
She's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everybody dies.
Carl, look at me.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
Help!
Help! This patient is 5150!
He needs to be restrained!
Go, go, go!
[screaming] No! No!
No!
No! No! No! No!
No! No!
No! No!
No!
[pen clicks]
He was aggressive.
Acting psychotic.
Carl Renken has been
in and out of here
a dozen times
and has never exhibited behavior
even remotely aggressive.
Do you think
I'm making it up?
Of course not.
But yesterday,
a patient in your care
killed herself brutally
in front of you.
Is it possible,
when you presumed
that Carl Renken
was a danger to himself,
that that's what your mind
was reacting to?
[exhales]
I suppose
I could've misinterpreted
the situation and overreacted.
Okay.
So, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna take
a paid week off.
Morgan,
that's really not necessary.
You've been working
80-hour weeks for months.
I'm concerned
that you haven't been sleeping.
We can't help these patients
unless we have
our own mental health in check.
And it's in
the unit's best interest
if you just take a week
and clear your head.
Just do what you gotta do
and come back focused, okay?
[siren blaring]
[breathing heavily]
[exhaling]
[no audible dialogue]
[cell phone chimes]
[cell phone chimes]
[inhales deeply]
[intruder alarm wailing]
[shrieks]
Fuck!
[Rose groans]
[alarm continues wailing]
[control panel beeps]
[alarm stops]
[breathes heavily]
[wind whistling]
[phone ringing]
[gasps]
[breathing shakily] Hello?
This is First Line Security.
May I have your name
and the passcode?
Uh, Rose Cotter.
Um, "Acapulco."
Ma'am, we've detected
a door alarm.
Yeah, uh, the--
the back door
of my house is open.
Are you alone
in the house, ma'am?
Yes.
Are you sure?
What?
Are you sure you haven't
let something inside, Rose?
Look behind you.
[breathing shakily]
[phone ringing]
[gasps]
[ringing continues]
Shit.
Hello?
This is First Line Security.
May I have your name
and the passcode?
[police radio chatter]
[door closes]
We did a full sweep
inside and out.
It's all clear.
Um, what about the back door?
Is it possible
it wasn't fully latched
last time it was closed?
I-- I don't know.
Maybe.
Hey,
I wouldn't worry about it.
These false alarms
happen all the time.
If anything else comes up,
you can give us a call.
Okay.
[officer]
Evening, sir.
Um, evening.
What happened?
Mustache?
Mustache.
So, is there a reason
you set the alarm?
Uh--
I literally
don't remember doing it.
I must have just, like,
set it by accident or something.
By accident?
Sorry. Sorry.
My head has just been
in this, like,
foggy, creepy,
spacey place all day.
And there was
this weird incident
at work and then--
and then my boss
is making me take a--
[exhales]
Sorry. [chuckles]
Everything is okay.
Are you sure?
No, no, I'm fine.
I was just venting.
Okay.
Can you see
if you can find Mustache?
I haven't seen him
anywhere at all.
Yeah.
Rose, did you
break another glass?
Mustache?
[Rose hissing]
Come on, kitty.
Please. Please.
Mustache.
[gasping]
[Laura on recording]
It looks like people.
It looks like different people.
Sometimes it pretends
to be someone that I know.
Sometimes it's
a random stranger.
Sometimes--
Sometimes it looks like
my grandfather
who died in front of me
when I was seven.
But it's all the same thing.
It--
[audio fast forwards]
It's smiling at me,
but not a friendly smile.
It's the worst smile
I've ever seen in my life.
And whenever I see it,
I just get
this god-awful feeling
like something really terrible
is gonna happen.
[audio fast forwards]
Oh, my God! No! No!
No! It's here! Please!
Get away! Please! No!
[screaming]
[Rose] I-- I have
a patient emergency in eval 2.
I need staff here now. Hurry.
Laura?
[whispering]
Laura?
[whispering]
Laura?
[whispers] Rose.
[audio pauses]
[audio rewinds]
[volume increases]
[Rose] Laura?
Rose!
[screams]
[shouting]
Rose?
[screams]
Whoa! Oh, my God! Rose!
Rose! Whoa, whoa!
What the fuck?
Rose, put the knife down!
[gasping, crying]
Rose!
[Rose] Hi.
Rose?
This is a surprise.
[Rose]
It wasn't so much the blood.
It was, um...
her face.
The look that she had.
How did it
make you feel?
Uh--
Terrified, obviously.
Um--
Vulnerable.
Guilty.
Guilty?
Well, she was my patient.
She was a disturbed young woman
you only met for ten minutes.
[chuckles]
Yeah. I just--
I just feel like
I've gotten stuck on it.
I can't, you know,
get it out of my head.
Have you considered
the reason you feel stuck
could actually be more about
your mother's suicide?
Do you still blame yourself?
That--
I'm really not trying
to relitigate
that part of my life
right now. So...
What would you like
to talk about?
I was hoping that I could get
a script for Risperdal.
Ever since that...
patient, I've been, um...
seeing things
and hearing things.
I'm sure it's just a symptom
of post-trauma.
Let's avoid
any self-diagnosis.
What is it you've been seeing
and hearing?
Echoes of what happened
with my patient.
You know,
just fleeting moments
of stress-induced
hallucinations.
But when they're happening,
they feel so...
corporeal and unsettling.
Rose, from where I'm sitting,
you don't seem delusional
or disordered to me.
And certainly not psychotic.
It's my impression
this experience
with your patient
triggered old anxieties
compounded
with too much stress,
not enough sleep.
You have wounds
that have never fully healed.
And it is possible
they never will completely.
That's the nature of trauma.
But you can learn
to get control over it.
Have you been continuing
to see patients
while you've been coping
with all this?
No. I'm just taking
a short hiatus.
Good.
If you want my advice,
use this time
to do something different.
Anything that will
take your mind off
the triggers
that are causing you stress.
I also think
it would be helpful
if we resumed
our regular sessions again.
Sure.
And what about the Risperdal?
Just-- You know.
Let's talk again next week
before we consider
any medication.
In the meantime,
you can always call me.
Sure.
[doorbell rings]
No, I asked you for
a white wine spritzer. Jesus.
Oh, my God. You made it.
Hi. Surprise.
Come on in. Come on in.
Oh.
I thought you had to work?
Oh, I decided
to take the afternoon...
I'll take that.
Hey, Greg.
What are you doing?
I told you
not to take those out yet.
Mmm, mmm.
Geez.
Uh, ladies,
I have to go corral
my dipshit husband.
Would one of you
please show my sister
to the adult refreshments?
Sure. We have a stash
in the kitchen. Come on.
Wait.
You're that therapist, right?
Yes, I-- I am.
Oh! Fantastic.
Can I ask for advice?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday...
[singing sustains,
distorts, fades]
[no audible dialogue]
So cool.
Gracias, Harper.
Gracias, Harper's mom.
[guests chattering, chuckling]
Ooh, that one's
from Aunt Rose.
[child] Open it!
[child 2]
Rip it open!
What'd you get,
sweetheart?
[guests clamoring]
[children screaming]
No. No.
Oh, my God.
No, no. Mustache.
What the hell is wrong
with you?
This can't be happening.
No. No, no.
No, I promise you,
this wasn't me.
It wasn't.
It wasn't me, I swear.
You have to--
You guys have to
believe me, please.
Somebody
please fucking believe me.
[gasps]
What the fuck are you?
Leave me the fuck alone!
You see her.
You have to see her.
Please, Holly,
tell me that you see somebody.
Please.
[screams]
[guests exclaiming]
[guest] Oh, my God.
[guest 2] Oh, God.
[gasping]
[children crying]
[screaming]
[knocks]
Hey, Rose.
Fuck.
I heard you were brought
into the ER.
I wanted to come check on you.
How're you doing?
Fine.
It was just an accident.
Thank you.
Yeah. They--
They said that you had
had a anxiety attack. [sighs]
Rose, I'll be honest with you,
I'm-- I'm concerned.
And I-- I mean this
as your friend,
but I really think
you should speak
to someone.
Are you seeing anybody
professionally right now?
[no audible dialogue]
[Dr. Desai]
Rose, are you listening?
Wait.
I need to tell you something,
and I need you to know
that I'm not crazy, okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Um--
Something is happening to me.
And it's gonna be really hard
for you to believe.
Maybe we should
just go inside.
No, wait. Just listen to me!
Sorry. Sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Okay, um--
Something is threatening me.
Some kind of a evil spirit,
or energy.
I-- I don't really know
what it is, but--
but I think that it--
it killed my patient.
Because she described
experiencing the same thing
before she died.
And now it's somehow
attached itself to me.
And...
I'm just really scared
that something bad
is going to happen.
I really need you
to say something.
What do you want me to say?
I want you to believe me.
Rose, you're talking about
a fucking ghost.
No, no, no. It's not--
It's not a ghost.
It's something else.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
I cannot fucking do this
right now.
No. Trevor.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
No, no, no.
Don't walk away.
I need you--
You're not listening
to what I am saying.
Okay, Rose.
What the fuck am I
supposed to say to respond
to this right now?
Do you hear yourself?
I mean, Jesus Christ.
You sound crazy.
I am not crazy!
[whispers] Sorry. Sorry.
But it's genetic,
isn't it?
What?
Mental illness.
You can inherit it
from a parent.
I looked it up.
Why would you
look that up?
Because...
I wanted to know
what I was potentially
hitching my entire life to.
Is that
so fucking unfair?
I'm going in the house.
No, no, no.
Please, Trevor.
I'm in danger!
Rose.
Did you kill Mustache?
N-- No!
No! That was not--
That was not me.
Then tell me,
what happened to him?
It was the thing.
Trevor, please.
Please. Please.
Please. Please.
[voice] Rose.
[gasps]
[voice whispers]
Come here.
Rose.
[Rose crying]
[voice] Baby...
Please. Help me.
Mommy made a mistake.
[Rose] No, no, no.
[whimpering]
No, no, no.
[voice shouts] Rose!
[horn honks]
[driver]
Look where you're going!
Are you crazy?
Sorry. I'm sorry.
[tires squeal]
[doorbell rings]
[breathing heavily]
Mrs. Muoz?
[Mrs. Muoz] At first,
I noticed
small changes in him.
Then it all happened so fast.
He was on edge.
Paranoid.
He would wake up
in the middle of the night,
screaming.
I'd never heard him
scream before.
Then he just
stopped sleeping altogether.
I would catch him having
these conversations
with himself.
He was seeing things.
Doing strange things
that he didn't even
seem to remember.
Then one morning he was gone.
That night, the police called
and told me he was dead.
They asked me
to identify his body.
[crying] His face.
[sniffles]
Twenty-five years of marriage,
and that's what I have left
to remember him.
I'm so sorry.
[sniffles]
[sobbing]
Did Gabriel ever describe
the things that he was seeing?
I'll show you.
I should take it all down,
but I can't stand
being in here.
This is what Gabriel said
he saw.
He kept saying it was trying
to get inside of him.
That is Gabriel's brother.
He died in an accident
20 years ago.
Gabriel never got over it.
[Rose] How long
had this been going on?
Ever since he got back
from that damn conference
he would go to every year.
It was because he saw
that awful woman kill herself.
But no one
reports on that.
He watched someone
die by suicide?
Yes.
I assumed you knew this.
What was her name?
I don't remember.
I'd have to find it.
Um--
Did-- Did he ever, um...
say why
all of this was happening?
Did he find any explanation
in all of this?
What kind of reporter
are you?
Mrs. Muoz,
your husband was not insane.
The things that he was seeing,
they're real. I've seen them.
What are you,
a fucking nutcase?
What?
Some kind of
morbid fanatic?
How fucking dare you?
No, please. Please.
What happened
to your husband
is happening to me.
Out of my house.
I want you
out of my house, now.
Just please give me the name.
Please, just give me the name!
Get the fuck
out of my house!
[engine starts]
Oh, fuck. Shit.
[Joel] Yeah?
Hey.
Come on in.
Finally got rid of
that ugly yellow couch.
Uh-huh.
So, uh, what's up?
I assume you're not here
to catch up
considering the cold shoulder
the other day.
I need a favor.
[chuckles]
I need you to not ask
any questions about it.
Terrific.
Yeah, let's hear that.
Uh, so, nine days ago,
a man named Gabriel Muoz
killed himself.
I need to know if he had
been involved in any other
recent police reports.
Can you find that out?
Here, for me.
Come on. Are you serious?
This is my one day off.
Go to the station.
Joel, please?
[sighs]
[exhales]
Fine.
Goddamn it.
[groans]
All right,
what was his name again?
Gabriel Muoz.
All right.
I see the report on his death.
Yeah. There's another
incident report here
from a week earlier,
from a precinct upstate.
What was it for?
He gave a witness statement.
He was staying at a hotel
where a woman
committed suicide.
Okay, um--
And what was her name?
The woman?
Um,
Angela Powell.
She's a real estate agent.
What is this?
[gasps]
Fuck.
What? What is it?
It's a picture from the scene.
Let me see it.
No.
Let me see it.
No, no.
Look, you don't wanna see this.
This is, like, evidence.
Or, just,
you know, have at it.
[gasps]
Holy shit.
[Joel sighs]
Told you it was gross.
Okay, um--
Okay, uh, I need you to do
the same search again,
but this time on her.
The woman, Angela.
Can you please tell me
what this is all about?
Joel, you said you weren't
gonna ask me any questions.
No. You said I wouldn't
ask you any questions.
Joel, I need your help.
Okay?
Please?
[sighs]
[typing]
Hmm.
There was a previous report
filed four days
before her death.
That's a weird coincidence.
She was also interviewed
about a suicide.
What is this?
Is that a video file?
It's, um,
security camera footage.
Put it-- Put it on.
Just-- It's--
It's loading.
What the fuck is this?
[groans]
You know,
my day was going just fine.
Can you rewind it?
Really?
Rewind it, Joel.
Okay, stop.
[Joel] Is he smiling?
Rose, who are these people?
I have to go.
Where are you going?
Rose, where are you going?
What is going on here?
I'm so confused right now.
Can you do me
one more favor?
Do you have a printer?
[lock clicks]
Trevor. Trevor, you here?
Hey.
Hi, Rose.
What is this?
What is she doing here?
I wanted to see
how you were doing.
I was talking to my fianc.
I called her.
Why?
Because you've been acting
completely unhinged.
I-- I don't--
And I-- I didn't know
what else to do.
[Rose]
Are you fucking kidding me?
I came to you,
the person I'm supposed
to trust most in the world,
and I-- I confided
that I was scared to death.
That I needed you.
And you didn't listen
to a word I was saying.
No. Why do you think
I even called her?
All I'm trying to do here
is help you.
No! All you're trying to do
is make it so you don't
have to deal with it.
You're fine
as long as everything is
easy and agreeable,
but God forbid
anything become real,
or even a tiny bit difficult.
And-- And you just--
You just think about how
it's gonna fuck up your
whole little perfect life plan.
Are you serious right now?
Yeah.
If that's how you feel,
then why are we even together?
Maybe I just don't know.
Why don't we all
just take a breath--
Why don't you just
fucking make yourself at home!
Rose, are you
actually leaving right now?
[door slams]
[doorbell rings]
Greg.
Rose, what are you
doing here?
Is Holly here?
I need to talk to her.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Greg, let me talk
to my fucking sister. Holly!
You're gonna come
and talk to me like that?
Holly, can I talk to you,
just for one sec?
No, I don't think--
Can I please talk to you?
I don't think
this is a good idea.
Honestly.
Yeah, it's fine.
It's fine.
Holly.
Just go the fuck inside.
I don't-- All right. Fine.
[whispers] Jesus.
[whispering]
Okay, okay, okay.
How are you?
My eyes are open now.
I have been cursed.
Okay, uh--
Or somehow wrapped up
in a curse.
I-- I got it from my patient.
She was cursed,
and then when she died, she--
she transferred it to me.
And now I'm being threatened
by this-- this entity.
By an entity?
No, no.
It--
It's what killed Mustache.
It was at the party yesterday,
but you couldn't see it.
Nobody else can see it,
except for me.
Jesus Christ.
No, look, Holly,
I know
it's so hard to believe,
and it was difficult for me
to believe it at first either.
But look-- look at this. Look.
Oh, my God. Rose.
Why the fuck
do you have that?
Because this has happened
to other people.
And they're all dead.
Rose.
And I--
Holly, I'm gonna be next!
Rose,
curses are not real.
Okay? You are
having some sort of a--
a breakdown.
What? No, no. Holly.
You're not hearing me.
You are not hearing me.
Rose.
This is exactly
what happened to Mom.
You sound just like her.
How the fuck
would you know that?
I'm sorry, what?
You were never around
when Mom got bad.
Where the fuck were you
when she died?
You have no idea
what you're talking about.
Okay? Because I was older,
I got the worst
of Mom's insanity.
I had to fucking
leave the house.
That was the only way
I-- I could survive.
And I'm-- I'm sorry
that I left you alone
and that you had to be
the one to find her.
I know that
that fucked you up, and--
And I know
that that's not fair.
I wish I could do
something about it,
but, Rose,
I have tried so hard
to move on with my life,
to leave all of that shit
behind me, okay?
You, it's like
you can't accept the fact
that Mom lost her mind
and fucking killed herself.
And you let it
define your entire life,
and you punish me
because I don't want to.
Well, I'm sorry
that I'm actually
trying to help people
instead of being some fucking
stay-at-home PTA housewife,
who lives in her own
self-centered,
smug little bubble!
Okay.
I don't know
why I said that.
You know what, I'm--
I'm not doing this.
I'm not doing this with you.
You've completely
traumatized Jackson, okay?
I can't have you around
when you're like this.
[door slams]
Fuck.
Fuck.
[exhales]
[knocking]
[gasps] Holly?
[screaming]
[shouting]
Fuck! Fuck!
[shouting continues]
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
[cell phone ringing]
Joel?
Why didn't you tell me
about your patient's
connection to the others?
Wha--
After you left,
I kept digging.
These cases?
This same pattern.
It goes back further.
So far, I've found 20 cases
involving 19 suicide victims
with a direct line
linking them all together.
And the things these people
are doing to themselves, Rose.
Holy shit.
Wait, you said, um, 20 cases,
but only 19 suicides.
One of the cases
mixes up the pattern.
Some accountant,
Robert Talley.
His business partner
commits suicide
right in front of him,
and four days later,
Talley goes
and fucking murders a woman
he's never met before,
completely out of the blue.
But get this, a week later,
the key eyewitness
to the murder
also commits suicide.
Pattern resumes.
So, he's alive?
Yeah.
He's sitting in holding
in Altoona.
Joel, I gotta talk to him.
I'm gonna need you
to say something.
Yeah, I-- I will.
Just-- Just--
[sighs]
Give me a second.
I mean, Jesus--
I thought you were gonna say
this was some kind of, like,
crazy suicide cult,
or blackmail scheme.
I mean, this? This is--
This? This is--
Hey, Joel.
Okay.
Let's just put aside
the possibility
that some sort of evil,
extraordinary force
could even exist.
What you're saying
is that this thing
is jumping around
from person to person,
and it is causing them
to kill themselves?
Okay,
but maybe it's not suicide.
What do you mean?
Okay. So, my patient,
she was terrified,
but she was not suicidal.
And then at-- at the end,
everything about her changed.
It was like the person I had
been talking to was gone.
And something else
had taken over.
[stammering]
So, it's kind of like the guy...
Yes.
...on the security camera
footage?
[Rose]
Yes. Yes. Exactly like that.
Oh, my God. What the fuck?
In the cases that you found,
um...
how long was it
between each victim's death?
None of them survived
longer than a week.
Some of them didn't even
make it past four days.
[exhales]
Today was my fourth day.
Hey.
Whatever happened
to those people,
it's not gonna happen to you.
I promise.
[train horn blows]
[guard on PA]
Transfer guard to gate three.
Transfer guard to gate three.
[Joel] Thank you.
[guard 2]
Give them a buzz through.
They're clear.
[door buzzes, opens]
[Joel] I owe you one
for this, Doug.
[chuckles] You're just lucky
that he fired every lawyer
he was assigned.
You do know
what this guy did, right?
Well, Dr. Cotter's building
a psychological profile
on a similar case for us.
Oh. Well, Talley's
a whole box of fruit loops.
So, good luck.
Look, you only got
ten minutes with him, okay?
It's the best I could do
without a court order.
Well, I appreciate it.
[door buzzes]
[radio chatter]
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
Mr. Talley,
my name is
Dr. Rose Cotter,
and, um, I was hoping
you'd be willing to
answer some questions
about--
I'm done answering questions.
I confessed.
I actually don't care about
what you were accused of.
What I need to know
is what you experienced
in the days leading up to it.
I have a patient,
a young woman.
Four days ago,
a man killed himself
right in front of her.
And ever since then,
she has been seeing something.
[sighs]
Something that pretends
to be other people.
The man that
she saw kill himself,
he claimed that he was seeing
the exact same thing.
What the fuck
do you want from me, huh?
What is it?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Why is it that everybody else
who's seen it is dead
and you're alive?
Why? Please.
Mr. Talley,
you can help her.
Okay?
Please.
[train rumbling]
Make the cop leave.
Not gonna happen, pal.
Make him leave,
and I'll tell you what I know.
Joel, please.
I'll be outside,
all right?
[knocks]
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
I tried to research anything
and everything I could
about this thing.
There's been other chains
in the past.
Found one that was in Brazil
a few years ago.
A man there escaped that chain
by killing his neighbor
and passing it
to his neighbor's wife.
Your patient is going to die
unless she kills someone.
That's the only way
you can get rid of it.
The only way.
She has to make sure there's
a witness for it to pass to,
'cause this thing needs trauma
to spread.
That's what gives it power.
Trauma.
Your patient has to
make it count.
Tell her to use
some kind of weapon.
Make the biggest mess she can--
I can't kill someone!
[gasps]
You?
[gasps] You have it?
No, no, no.
Why the fuck did you come here?
You're not giving it
back to me.
Get out of here!
I'm sorry.
Get out of here!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
[screams]
Hey.
Hey! Wait.
What happened in there?
Nothing.
What'd he say?
Nothing.
Nothing?
He's out of his fucking mind,
Joel.
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing stops]
[cell phone chimes]
Ah, fuck.
[sighs]
[doorbell rings]
What are you doing here?
I apologize
if you felt ambushed yesterday.
That was the wrong approach.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
I think you should go.
Rose.
We both know
I have a responsibility
to notify the authorities
if you're a danger
to yourself or others.
I need you to help convince me
you're not a danger.
Trevor mentioned
there had been
talk of ghosts.
I never used the word
"ghosts."
Evil beings, then.
Paranormal.
I admitted to him
that I was seeing things,
the same thing that I told you.
That's not happening anymore.
Okay?
It was stress
and lack of sleep.
I confided in him, and that
was obviously a mistake.
But that's it.
Okay? Are we good?
How are you feeling today?
[scoffs]
Let me think, um--
I'm pretty sure my fianc
thinks I'm crazy.
My sister has just
totally shut me out.
And now
my former therapist
is making unannounced
house calls
to ensure that
I am not a danger.
So, other than that,
I'm really good.
[phone ringing]
Should you get that?
What?
[on phone]
Rose, it's Madeline.
I've been trying your mobile
all morning.
I'm very concerned about
how we left things yesterday.
Rose? Are you there?
No.
[Madeline on phone]
Hello?
No.
Rose?
No. No.
[demonic voice]
Almost time, Rose.
What the fuck are you?
[growling]
Ple-- Please.
[shrieks]
No, no.
No. No, no.
[gasping]
[laughs]
No.
[roars]
[patient laughing]
[staff chattering]
Hey, Dr. Cotter.
Aren't you supposed to be
on leave?
Just grabbing something
from my office.
[whispering]
Carl. Hi.
No. No.
It's okay.
No, no, no.
It's okay.
Oh, God.
No, no. Oh, no, no, no.
Shh. Shh. Just calm down.
No! No, no!
No! No!
Shh! Shut the fuck up.
[screams]
Just calm down, okay? Okay.
[Dr. Desai] Rose.
[gasps]
What are you doing here?
[Carl babbling]
I don't know.
Rose, you can't
be around patients.
[groans]
[shouts]
[shouting]
[both shouting]
[Dr. Desai shouts]
Fuck! Rose!
[screaming]
[screams]
[breathes heavily]
Fuck!
[gasping]
[knocks on window]
[horn honks]
Rose, what are you
doing here?
Nothing.
I don't-- I don't know.
I don't know why. I, uh--
Why don't we go inside together
and we can just talk?
No! It's--
It's not safe.
Rose, I don't think you should
be alone right now.
I need--
I need to be alone.
I need to be--
I need to be alone.
[stammers]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have to go.
Rose, I don't think you should
go anywhere, okay?
You just relax, I'm gonna make
a phone call, all right?
[screams]
Rose. Rose, don't go anywhere.
Wait. Rose, please.
Please don't go anywhere, okay?
Just hang--
Rose. Rose, wait! Rose!
[gasping]
[ringing]
Joel.
[Joel] Rose, I saw a police APB
go out for you
that says you're dangerous.
What the fuck happened?
I know what I need to do.
What?
This thing, it needs
all of its victims
to pass it on
in order to survive,
but if there's no one else
around, it has no way to pass.
As long as I'm alone,
I can deprive it
of what it needs.
That doesn't make any sense.
Your plan is just to
avoid people forever?
I am not gonna
keep running, okay?
I've got to face it.
Okay, Rose, I'm coming to you.
Just tell me where--
[line disconnects]
[cell phone ringing]
[keys jangle]
[lock clicks]
[hinge creaking]
[light switch clicking]
[hinge creaking]
[faint groaning]
[groaning continues]
[wailing]
[groaning, wailing stops]
[raspy breathing]
Rose.
Baby...
[crying]
Help me, please.
Mommy made a mistake.
Get the phone.
Call for help.
[labored breathing]
Rose!
[hinge creaking]
[panting]
[door opens]
[hinges creaking]
[mother sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[hinges creaking]
[sniffles]
[crying]
Rose. [gasps]
It's okay, baby.
Come here.
I am so sorry.
I-- I haven't been a good mom.
I want to be.
I really try to be.
But sometimes
everything is just too much.
There is something terrible
inside of me.
I hate myself.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Are you ashamed of me?
No.
Then why did you let me die?
Why didn't you save me?
It's not my fault.
You could have called for help.
Stop. Stop it.
But you didn't.
Stop it.
You wished that I would die.
Because I was afraid of you!
I was ten years old
and you were a monster.
And I know that it's not fair.
You-- You needed help.
But I couldn't.
And I have carried that guilt
for my entire life.
And I--
I have to let it go.
I ha-- I have to let it go.
This is not real.
But Rose,
your mind makes it real.
What are you?
Why are you
doing this to me?
Because your mind...
[voice distorting]
...is so inviting.
[gasps]
[creaking]
[chuckling]
[gasps]
[chuckling continues]
[chuckling]
[whimpers]
[entity screams]
[distant laughter echoing]
[whimpers]
[Rose screams]
You can't escape
your mind, Rose.
[entity chuckles]
[Rose coughing]
[growls]
[gasping, choking]
It's--
It's my mind.
[entity growls]
[grunts]
[screams]
You can't escape it either.
[grunts]
[roaring]
[screaming]
Rose!
Rose!
[growling, screeching]
[growling, screeching continues]
[coughs]
[Joel] Holy shit.
Are you okay?
Can I just
come in for a sec?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Where have you
been?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for dragging you into
my whole fucked-up mess.
[scoffs]
For most of my life,
I've been afraid of
letting people get too close,
because I was afraid of...
what they might see
if they really looked.
And so I-- I put walls up,
and I kept people at a distance.
[sighs]
And then...
I met you,
and I could feel
those walls coming down.
And it scared the shit
out of me.
And so...
I was selfish,
and that was not fair to you.
And I am so, so sorry.
And I'm-- I'm being selfish
again by even asking,
but do you think that--
that I could stay here
and just...
just sleep?
Could you...
stay with me while I sleep?
Please.
Yeah, of course
I'll stay with you.
I'll stay with you forever.
No.
[chuckling]
No.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
[chuckling continues]
[gasps]
No.
[screams]
[sobs]
[door closes]
[Joel] Rose.
No, no, no!
[banging]
[Joel] Rose!
No.
Rose, open the door!
Open the door.
[banging continues]
Rose!
[hissing]
[thudding, creaking]
[chuckling]
No!
No!
Fuck. Uh--
Hold on. I'm coming!
No!
[Rose screaming]
[Joel] Rose!
[Rose] No!
[chuckling]
[roaring]
[screams]
[gasps]
[entity gasping, distorted]
[growling]
Rose.
[dripping]
Rose?
[can clatters]
Rose?
[growling, distorted laughter]
[flames roaring]
["Lollipop" playing]
[song ends]
[phone ringing]
Dr. Cotter.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everybody dies.
I don't wanna--
I'm gonna--
I haven't been able
to get him to talk...
respond to me,
nothing.
[muttering continues]
Just this.
Yeah.
I got it.
Thanks, Dan.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
She doesn't matter.
Mom doesn't matter.
I don't matter.
Nothing ever matters.
I don't matter.
I don't matter.
I don't matter.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
He's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
She doesn't matter.
Everyone dies.
I'm gonna die.
Nobody matters.
She doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
Mom doesn't matter.
Nothing ever matters.
I don't matter.
I don't ma--
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
She's gonna-- She's gonna--
Everyone-- I'm gonna--
I don't matter.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--
[whimpering]
Hi, Carl.
What's going on today?
I'm dying.
No.
I don't think so.
I think you're having
another manic episode.
Don't--
Don't you tell me.
You don't know.
I feel it all around me,
squeezing.
[whimpering continues]
I'm scared.
Carl, I know that
what you're experiencing
feels real,
but it can't hurt you.
[whimpering]
I promise.
He's gonna die.
She's gonna die.
Mom's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everyone dies.
Nobody matters.
Hey, Wanda.
I'm gonna put Carl Renken
into observation for a few days.
He's harmless.
Just make sure
someone checks on him
every couple hours.
You got it.
Thanks.
Hey, Dr. Desai
was looking for you.
Thank you.
[siren wailing]
[patient] No! No! Please!
Please! You don't understand!
I can't go in there! No!
[screaming] No! No! Please!
No!
No!
[knocking]
Come in.
Hey, did you send
a patient named, uh,
Sarah Marquet
over to residency yesterday?
Yes. She has a history
with drug abuse and mania,
and she's been in and out
of our unit a few times.
[sighs]
Rose,
she has no insurance.
Okay,
but she needs treatment.
The board is down my throat
about paying out of pocket
for another bed
in the residency program.
Maybe the board should try
giving a shit
about the point
of our job here
once in a while.
[sighs]
I'm not questioning
your judgment.
I just need you to
come to me first
so I can
get ahead of it next time.
All right?
Yes.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Hey, you haven't been here
since the late shift
last night, have you?
[distant hospital
intercom chatter]
[phone ringing]
[door opens]
[Rose] Dr. Cotter.
Laura Weaver, 26.
She's a grad student.
Police were called on her
for public disturbance.
EMS brought her in.
Got any psych history?
Nothing on file,
but the police
sent over a report
for a different incident
she was involved in
last week.
And what was that one about?
A professor at her school
bludgeoned himself to death
with a hammer.
She was interviewed
as the only witness.
A hammer?
Hi.
Laura?
[gasps]
My name is Dr. Cotter.
I'm a therapist.
Do you wanna sit down?
[gasps]
Okay.
I know you're nervous.
That's okay.
I just wanna have a chat.
I promise
this is a safe place.
Not for me.
Why do you say that?
[breathes shakily]
Come on. Let's sit.
Please.
[recording device beeps]
Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you
a couple of questions
that might sound stupid.
What day of the week is it?
Thursday.
And the month?
October.
I'm not crazy.
Nobody's saying that.
But I need you to understand.
I'm a PhD candidate.
I'm not some lunatic.
Okay?
Let's just take a breath,
and you can just
tell me what's going on.
[breathing shakily]
I'm seeing something.
Something no one else
can see except for me.
[inhales sharply]
I know how insane that sounds.
I do.
But it's--
This thing,
I can't explain it.
What is it you're seeing?
It looks like people,
but it's--
it's not a person.
I'm not sure I understand.
It looks like people.
It looks like different people.
Sometimes it pretends
to be someone that I know.
Sometimes it's
a random stranger.
Sometimes--
Sometimes it looks like
my grandfather
who died in front of me
when I was seven.
But it's all the same thing.
It--
It's-- It's like--
It's-- It's like it wears
people's faces like--
like masks.
[softly] Okay.
Do you see it right now, here?
What happens
when you do see it?
It's smiling at me.
But not a friendly smile.
It's the worst smile
I've ever seen in my life.
And whenever I see it,
I just get this
god-awful feeling
like something really terrible
is gonna happen.
I've never felt scared
like I do when I see it.
Laura, have you
or anyone else in your family
ever experienced
hallucinations?
It's not a hallucination, no.
It's real.
You don't get it.
It does things to me.
It causes shit
to happen around me.
It's taken over my whole life
and my mind and...
it tells me things.
It told me that to--
today--
Today's the--
Today's the day that I'm--
I'm gonna--
Okay. That's okay.
That's okay.
I know that
what you're experiencing
feels incredibly real.
Sometimes, when we get
emotionally overwhelmed,
or experience an intense trauma,
our minds tend to--
You're not listening to me.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna fucking die,
and no one will listen to me.
Okay. Laura, it's okay.
[crying] Oh, God.
Hey, it's okay. Laura.
Hey, c-can you look at me,
please?
[whispers] It's okay.
Look at me.
I--
[screaming]
Oh, my God. No!
No! It's here!
Please!
Laura. It's okay.
It's just us.
Get away! Please!
There's nobody else here.
No!
[screaming]
No!
[choking, gasping]
Oh, my God.
I-- I have
a patient emergency
in eval 2.
I need staff here now.
Hurry.
[breathing heavily]
Laura?
[gasping]
[no audible dialogue]
[detective] Had Ms. Weaver
ever been a patient here before?
[Rose] No.
Would you say she was typical
of the patients you see here?
This is an emergency
psychiatric unit.
Typical is not really
a thing here.
Right. But she was
a head case, yeah?
I'm sorry, a head case?
I think we're just
trying to get
your opinion
of her mental state.
She could've been
suffering from
acute post-trauma psychosis.
[inhales sharply]
She was having
paranoid delusions.
What kind of delusions?
She was convinced that some
sort of evil presence
was haunting her.
Yikes.
It's just, we're gonna
have to contact
Ms. Weaver's family
and attempt to explain
what happened.
So we're looking for
anything that might make
some sense of all this.
If there's anything else
you can tell us that--
that might help.
Uh, before she died...
she was... smiling.
Yeah, she sounds
fucking crazy to me.
[meows]
[purring]
[sighs]
[sighs, sniffles]
[breathes shakily]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[gulps]
[person] Rose.
[gasps]
Whoa.
My bad. Did I scare you?
I didn't hear you come in.
Shit.
Hi.
Hi. [chuckles]
Hi.
What's up?
Nothing. Sorry.
Something's wrong.
A patient died today.
My patient.
Oh.
Hey, come here.
I'm sorry.
It happened
right in front of me.
It was awful.
I'm so sorry.
What can I do?
This is a nice start.
Maybe we should
bail on dinner tonight.
[chuckles] We can't.
Holly hired a sitter,
and it's just gonna be
a bigger headache
if we don't go.
No way.
Holly turning into
a headache?
[chuckles]
Hey.
[sighs]
[Holly's voice muffled]
I'm sorry, you wanna
talk about being tired?
Now that Jackson's
in the first grade,
I'm literally up
at 6:00 a.m. every day
to make him breakfast
and pack him lunch.
God knows what kind of
nonorganic garbage
that cafeteria is even serving.
[clear voice]
Then I have to drive him
to school,
barely have any time
to run my own errands.
Like, I haven't been
to Pilates in weeks.
Okay, my body is so fucked.
Not true.
I have to go back to school,
pick him up,
then I have to take him
to either soccer practice,
swim lessons, karate, theater--
Oh, and he just started
taking Spanish.
[chuckles]
I mean, my weekdays
are literally impossible.
Mmm. You are coming
Saturday, right?
What?
Uh, sorry,
what's Saturday?
I'm sorry,
is that a joke?
Wow.
Rose, Jackson's
seventh birthday party.
Wow.
I've told you, like,
five times.
[sighs]
I can't. I have work.
What do you mean work?
It's Saturday.
I work Saturday.
See, this is exactly why
you have to
get out of that gross hospital
and into a private practice...
Gross?
It is not gross.
...working normal-people hours.
Rose, there have to be
plenty of crazies out there
who will actually
pay you for your time.
Thank you so much
for your input, Greg.
That's very sweet.
I'm just saying,
why become a doctor
if you can't get
disgustingly rich?
[chuckles]
[partner]
You're kidding, right?
Rose loves being a doctor.
She'd do it for free.
[chuckles] What...
Well, on the subject
of wasted earning potentials,
we could always
sell the fucking house.
Can we not right now?
I don't understand you.
It's just sitting there.
We grew up in that house.
Rose, it's a total teardown.
Why not just
get the money for the land?
Can you guys just
shut the fuck up?
Wow.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Sure.
I've been
looking forward to this.
[meows]
[typing on keypad]
[alarm beeps]
[Rose sighs]
You okay?
Yeah.
[cat meows]
[purring]
[distant siren wailing]
Morning, Doc.
Morning.
Hey. Yesterday,
that patient, Laura Weaver--
The police had sent a report
about a different incident
that she was involved in.
Can you get that
forwarded to me?
You got it, Doc.
Also, I was supposed to have
a session with Jane Park.
Oh, yeah. She pulled out
a bunch of her hair overnight
and swallowed it all.
They took her down to medicine
to have her stomach pumped.
Shit.
[detective clears throat]
Uh, Rose.
What-- What are you--
I was on a--
I was on a call nearby,
and I just thought
I would--
Um--
You know, we didn't really
get to talk yesterday,
other than the whole--
whole thing.
And I just wanted you to know
that when the call came in,
I had no idea
it was gonna be you.
So, I'm sorry
if that was weird.
It's your job. I get it.
How you been?
Joel, why are you here?
You know, like I said,
I was on a call nearby,
and I just,
you know,
thought I would...
come check on you.
After everything that
happened yesterday, that's--
that's not an easy thing.
Okay. I appreciate it,
but I don't need you
to check on me.
Right.
No, yeah, I mean-- Sorry.
I have to get back to work.
Yeah.
See you around.
You do know
she's engaged, right?
Yeah.
I'm single.
[cell phone ringing]
[sighs]
[Rose] Hello.
[Holly] Hi.
Um, look,
I just wanted to say sorry
about last night, okay?
I shouldn't have
kept going at you like that.
Uh, no, I--
I should apologize.
I've been just dealing
with some stuff.
I wasn't being
very good company.
Okay. If you can't make it to
your nephew's party tomorrow,
you could at least
get him a present.
If you need an idea,
he's really into
electric model trains.
[Rose] Uh-huh.
You sound weird.
Are you okay?
Yeah, no, I'm fine.
[chuckles]
Hey, Carl.
How you feeling today?
Carl.
Carl?
She's gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
Everybody dies.
Carl, look at me.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
You're going to die.
Help!
Help! This patient is 5150!
He needs to be restrained!
Go, go, go!
[screaming] No! No!
No!
No! No! No! No!
No! No!
No! No!
No!
[pen clicks]
He was aggressive.
Acting psychotic.
Carl Renken has been
in and out of here
a dozen times
and has never exhibited behavior
even remotely aggressive.
Do you think
I'm making it up?
Of course not.
But yesterday,
a patient in your care
killed herself brutally
in front of you.
Is it possible,
when you presumed
that Carl Renken
was a danger to himself,
that that's what your mind
was reacting to?
[exhales]
I suppose
I could've misinterpreted
the situation and overreacted.
Okay.
So, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna take
a paid week off.
Morgan,
that's really not necessary.
You've been working
80-hour weeks for months.
I'm concerned
that you haven't been sleeping.
We can't help these patients
unless we have
our own mental health in check.
And it's in
the unit's best interest
if you just take a week
and clear your head.
Just do what you gotta do
and come back focused, okay?
[siren blaring]
[breathing heavily]
[exhaling]
[no audible dialogue]
[cell phone chimes]
[cell phone chimes]
[inhales deeply]
[intruder alarm wailing]
[shrieks]
Fuck!
[Rose groans]
[alarm continues wailing]
[control panel beeps]
[alarm stops]
[breathes heavily]
[wind whistling]
[phone ringing]
[gasps]
[breathing shakily] Hello?
This is First Line Security.
May I have your name
and the passcode?
Uh, Rose Cotter.
Um, "Acapulco."
Ma'am, we've detected
a door alarm.
Yeah, uh, the--
the back door
of my house is open.
Are you alone
in the house, ma'am?
Yes.
Are you sure?
What?
Are you sure you haven't
let something inside, Rose?
Look behind you.
[breathing shakily]
[phone ringing]
[gasps]
[ringing continues]
Shit.
Hello?
This is First Line Security.
May I have your name
and the passcode?
[police radio chatter]
[door closes]
We did a full sweep
inside and out.
It's all clear.
Um, what about the back door?
Is it possible
it wasn't fully latched
last time it was closed?
I-- I don't know.
Maybe.
Hey,
I wouldn't worry about it.
These false alarms
happen all the time.
If anything else comes up,
you can give us a call.
Okay.
[officer]
Evening, sir.
Um, evening.
What happened?
Mustache?
Mustache.
So, is there a reason
you set the alarm?
Uh--
I literally
don't remember doing it.
I must have just, like,
set it by accident or something.
By accident?
Sorry. Sorry.
My head has just been
in this, like,
foggy, creepy,
spacey place all day.
And there was
this weird incident
at work and then--
and then my boss
is making me take a--
[exhales]
Sorry. [chuckles]
Everything is okay.
Are you sure?
No, no, I'm fine.
I was just venting.
Okay.
Can you see
if you can find Mustache?
I haven't seen him
anywhere at all.
Yeah.
Rose, did you
break another glass?
Mustache?
[Rose hissing]
Come on, kitty.
Please. Please.
Mustache.
[gasping]
[Laura on recording]
It looks like people.
It looks like different people.
Sometimes it pretends
to be someone that I know.
Sometimes it's
a random stranger.
Sometimes--
Sometimes it looks like
my grandfather
who died in front of me
when I was seven.
But it's all the same thing.
It--
[audio fast forwards]
It's smiling at me,
but not a friendly smile.
It's the worst smile
I've ever seen in my life.
And whenever I see it,
I just get
this god-awful feeling
like something really terrible
is gonna happen.
[audio fast forwards]
Oh, my God! No! No!
No! It's here! Please!
Get away! Please! No!
[screaming]
[Rose] I-- I have
a patient emergency in eval 2.
I need staff here now. Hurry.
Laura?
[whispering]
Laura?
[whispering]
Laura?
[whispers] Rose.
[audio pauses]
[audio rewinds]
[volume increases]
[Rose] Laura?
Rose!
[screams]
[shouting]
Rose?
[screams]
Whoa! Oh, my God! Rose!
Rose! Whoa, whoa!
What the fuck?
Rose, put the knife down!
[gasping, crying]
Rose!
[Rose] Hi.
Rose?
This is a surprise.
[Rose]
It wasn't so much the blood.
It was, um...
her face.
The look that she had.
How did it
make you feel?
Uh--
Terrified, obviously.
Um--
Vulnerable.
Guilty.
Guilty?
Well, she was my patient.
She was a disturbed young woman
you only met for ten minutes.
[chuckles]
Yeah. I just--
I just feel like
I've gotten stuck on it.
I can't, you know,
get it out of my head.
Have you considered
the reason you feel stuck
could actually be more about
your mother's suicide?
Do you still blame yourself?
That--
I'm really not trying
to relitigate
that part of my life
right now. So...
What would you like
to talk about?
I was hoping that I could get
a script for Risperdal.
Ever since that...
patient, I've been, um...
seeing things
and hearing things.
I'm sure it's just a symptom
of post-trauma.
Let's avoid
any self-diagnosis.
What is it you've been seeing
and hearing?
Echoes of what happened
with my patient.
You know,
just fleeting moments
of stress-induced
hallucinations.
But when they're happening,
they feel so...
corporeal and unsettling.
Rose, from where I'm sitting,
you don't seem delusional
or disordered to me.
And certainly not psychotic.
It's my impression
this experience
with your patient
triggered old anxieties
compounded
with too much stress,
not enough sleep.
You have wounds
that have never fully healed.
And it is possible
they never will completely.
That's the nature of trauma.
But you can learn
to get control over it.
Have you been continuing
to see patients
while you've been coping
with all this?
No. I'm just taking
a short hiatus.
Good.
If you want my advice,
use this time
to do something different.
Anything that will
take your mind off
the triggers
that are causing you stress.
I also think
it would be helpful
if we resumed
our regular sessions again.
Sure.
And what about the Risperdal?
Just-- You know.
Let's talk again next week
before we consider
any medication.
In the meantime,
you can always call me.
Sure.
[doorbell rings]
No, I asked you for
a white wine spritzer. Jesus.
Oh, my God. You made it.
Hi. Surprise.
Come on in. Come on in.
Oh.
I thought you had to work?
Oh, I decided
to take the afternoon...
I'll take that.
Hey, Greg.
What are you doing?
I told you
not to take those out yet.
Mmm, mmm.
Geez.
Uh, ladies,
I have to go corral
my dipshit husband.
Would one of you
please show my sister
to the adult refreshments?
Sure. We have a stash
in the kitchen. Come on.
Wait.
You're that therapist, right?
Yes, I-- I am.
Oh! Fantastic.
Can I ask for advice?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday...
[singing sustains,
distorts, fades]
[no audible dialogue]
So cool.
Gracias, Harper.
Gracias, Harper's mom.
[guests chattering, chuckling]
Ooh, that one's
from Aunt Rose.
[child] Open it!
[child 2]
Rip it open!
What'd you get,
sweetheart?
[guests clamoring]
[children screaming]
No. No.
Oh, my God.
No, no. Mustache.
What the hell is wrong
with you?
This can't be happening.
No. No, no.
No, I promise you,
this wasn't me.
It wasn't.
It wasn't me, I swear.
You have to--
You guys have to
believe me, please.
Somebody
please fucking believe me.
[gasps]
What the fuck are you?
Leave me the fuck alone!
You see her.
You have to see her.
Please, Holly,
tell me that you see somebody.
Please.
[screams]
[guests exclaiming]
[guest] Oh, my God.
[guest 2] Oh, God.
[gasping]
[children crying]
[screaming]
[knocks]
Hey, Rose.
Fuck.
I heard you were brought
into the ER.
I wanted to come check on you.
How're you doing?
Fine.
It was just an accident.
Thank you.
Yeah. They--
They said that you had
had a anxiety attack. [sighs]
Rose, I'll be honest with you,
I'm-- I'm concerned.
And I-- I mean this
as your friend,
but I really think
you should speak
to someone.
Are you seeing anybody
professionally right now?
[no audible dialogue]
[Dr. Desai]
Rose, are you listening?
Wait.
I need to tell you something,
and I need you to know
that I'm not crazy, okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Um--
Something is happening to me.
And it's gonna be really hard
for you to believe.
Maybe we should
just go inside.
No, wait. Just listen to me!
Sorry. Sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Okay, um--
Something is threatening me.
Some kind of a evil spirit,
or energy.
I-- I don't really know
what it is, but--
but I think that it--
it killed my patient.
Because she described
experiencing the same thing
before she died.
And now it's somehow
attached itself to me.
And...
I'm just really scared
that something bad
is going to happen.
I really need you
to say something.
What do you want me to say?
I want you to believe me.
Rose, you're talking about
a fucking ghost.
No, no, no. It's not--
It's not a ghost.
It's something else.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
I cannot fucking do this
right now.
No. Trevor.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
No, no, no.
Don't walk away.
I need you--
You're not listening
to what I am saying.
Okay, Rose.
What the fuck am I
supposed to say to respond
to this right now?
Do you hear yourself?
I mean, Jesus Christ.
You sound crazy.
I am not crazy!
[whispers] Sorry. Sorry.
But it's genetic,
isn't it?
What?
Mental illness.
You can inherit it
from a parent.
I looked it up.
Why would you
look that up?
Because...
I wanted to know
what I was potentially
hitching my entire life to.
Is that
so fucking unfair?
I'm going in the house.
No, no, no.
Please, Trevor.
I'm in danger!
Rose.
Did you kill Mustache?
N-- No!
No! That was not--
That was not me.
Then tell me,
what happened to him?
It was the thing.
Trevor, please.
Please. Please.
Please. Please.
[voice] Rose.
[gasps]
[voice whispers]
Come here.
Rose.
[Rose crying]
[voice] Baby...
Please. Help me.
Mommy made a mistake.
[Rose] No, no, no.
[whimpering]
No, no, no.
[voice shouts] Rose!
[horn honks]
[driver]
Look where you're going!
Are you crazy?
Sorry. I'm sorry.
[tires squeal]
[doorbell rings]
[breathing heavily]
Mrs. Muoz?
[Mrs. Muoz] At first,
I noticed
small changes in him.
Then it all happened so fast.
He was on edge.
Paranoid.
He would wake up
in the middle of the night,
screaming.
I'd never heard him
scream before.
Then he just
stopped sleeping altogether.
I would catch him having
these conversations
with himself.
He was seeing things.
Doing strange things
that he didn't even
seem to remember.
Then one morning he was gone.
That night, the police called
and told me he was dead.
They asked me
to identify his body.
[crying] His face.
[sniffles]
Twenty-five years of marriage,
and that's what I have left
to remember him.
I'm so sorry.
[sniffles]
[sobbing]
Did Gabriel ever describe
the things that he was seeing?
I'll show you.
I should take it all down,
but I can't stand
being in here.
This is what Gabriel said
he saw.
He kept saying it was trying
to get inside of him.
That is Gabriel's brother.
He died in an accident
20 years ago.
Gabriel never got over it.
[Rose] How long
had this been going on?
Ever since he got back
from that damn conference
he would go to every year.
It was because he saw
that awful woman kill herself.
But no one
reports on that.
He watched someone
die by suicide?
Yes.
I assumed you knew this.
What was her name?
I don't remember.
I'd have to find it.
Um--
Did-- Did he ever, um...
say why
all of this was happening?
Did he find any explanation
in all of this?
What kind of reporter
are you?
Mrs. Muoz,
your husband was not insane.
The things that he was seeing,
they're real. I've seen them.
What are you,
a fucking nutcase?
What?
Some kind of
morbid fanatic?
How fucking dare you?
No, please. Please.
What happened
to your husband
is happening to me.
Out of my house.
I want you
out of my house, now.
Just please give me the name.
Please, just give me the name!
Get the fuck
out of my house!
[engine starts]
Oh, fuck. Shit.
[Joel] Yeah?
Hey.
Come on in.
Finally got rid of
that ugly yellow couch.
Uh-huh.
So, uh, what's up?
I assume you're not here
to catch up
considering the cold shoulder
the other day.
I need a favor.
[chuckles]
I need you to not ask
any questions about it.
Terrific.
Yeah, let's hear that.
Uh, so, nine days ago,
a man named Gabriel Muoz
killed himself.
I need to know if he had
been involved in any other
recent police reports.
Can you find that out?
Here, for me.
Come on. Are you serious?
This is my one day off.
Go to the station.
Joel, please?
[sighs]
[exhales]
Fine.
Goddamn it.
[groans]
All right,
what was his name again?
Gabriel Muoz.
All right.
I see the report on his death.
Yeah. There's another
incident report here
from a week earlier,
from a precinct upstate.
What was it for?
He gave a witness statement.
He was staying at a hotel
where a woman
committed suicide.
Okay, um--
And what was her name?
The woman?
Um,
Angela Powell.
She's a real estate agent.
What is this?
[gasps]
Fuck.
What? What is it?
It's a picture from the scene.
Let me see it.
No.
Let me see it.
No, no.
Look, you don't wanna see this.
This is, like, evidence.
Or, just,
you know, have at it.
[gasps]
Holy shit.
[Joel sighs]
Told you it was gross.
Okay, um--
Okay, uh, I need you to do
the same search again,
but this time on her.
The woman, Angela.
Can you please tell me
what this is all about?
Joel, you said you weren't
gonna ask me any questions.
No. You said I wouldn't
ask you any questions.
Joel, I need your help.
Okay?
Please?
[sighs]
[typing]
Hmm.
There was a previous report
filed four days
before her death.
That's a weird coincidence.
She was also interviewed
about a suicide.
What is this?
Is that a video file?
It's, um,
security camera footage.
Put it-- Put it on.
Just-- It's--
It's loading.
What the fuck is this?
[groans]
You know,
my day was going just fine.
Can you rewind it?
Really?
Rewind it, Joel.
Okay, stop.
[Joel] Is he smiling?
Rose, who are these people?
I have to go.
Where are you going?
Rose, where are you going?
What is going on here?
I'm so confused right now.
Can you do me
one more favor?
Do you have a printer?
[lock clicks]
Trevor. Trevor, you here?
Hey.
Hi, Rose.
What is this?
What is she doing here?
I wanted to see
how you were doing.
I was talking to my fianc.
I called her.
Why?
Because you've been acting
completely unhinged.
I-- I don't--
And I-- I didn't know
what else to do.
[Rose]
Are you fucking kidding me?
I came to you,
the person I'm supposed
to trust most in the world,
and I-- I confided
that I was scared to death.
That I needed you.
And you didn't listen
to a word I was saying.
No. Why do you think
I even called her?
All I'm trying to do here
is help you.
No! All you're trying to do
is make it so you don't
have to deal with it.
You're fine
as long as everything is
easy and agreeable,
but God forbid
anything become real,
or even a tiny bit difficult.
And-- And you just--
You just think about how
it's gonna fuck up your
whole little perfect life plan.
Are you serious right now?
Yeah.
If that's how you feel,
then why are we even together?
Maybe I just don't know.
Why don't we all
just take a breath--
Why don't you just
fucking make yourself at home!
Rose, are you
actually leaving right now?
[door slams]
[doorbell rings]
Greg.
Rose, what are you
doing here?
Is Holly here?
I need to talk to her.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Greg, let me talk
to my fucking sister. Holly!
You're gonna come
and talk to me like that?
Holly, can I talk to you,
just for one sec?
No, I don't think--
Can I please talk to you?
I don't think
this is a good idea.
Honestly.
Yeah, it's fine.
It's fine.
Holly.
Just go the fuck inside.
I don't-- All right. Fine.
[whispers] Jesus.
[whispering]
Okay, okay, okay.
How are you?
My eyes are open now.
I have been cursed.
Okay, uh--
Or somehow wrapped up
in a curse.
I-- I got it from my patient.
She was cursed,
and then when she died, she--
she transferred it to me.
And now I'm being threatened
by this-- this entity.
By an entity?
No, no.
It--
It's what killed Mustache.
It was at the party yesterday,
but you couldn't see it.
Nobody else can see it,
except for me.
Jesus Christ.
No, look, Holly,
I know
it's so hard to believe,
and it was difficult for me
to believe it at first either.
But look-- look at this. Look.
Oh, my God. Rose.
Why the fuck
do you have that?
Because this has happened
to other people.
And they're all dead.
Rose.
And I--
Holly, I'm gonna be next!
Rose,
curses are not real.
Okay? You are
having some sort of a--
a breakdown.
What? No, no. Holly.
You're not hearing me.
You are not hearing me.
Rose.
This is exactly
what happened to Mom.
You sound just like her.
How the fuck
would you know that?
I'm sorry, what?
You were never around
when Mom got bad.
Where the fuck were you
when she died?
You have no idea
what you're talking about.
Okay? Because I was older,
I got the worst
of Mom's insanity.
I had to fucking
leave the house.
That was the only way
I-- I could survive.
And I'm-- I'm sorry
that I left you alone
and that you had to be
the one to find her.
I know that
that fucked you up, and--
And I know
that that's not fair.
I wish I could do
something about it,
but, Rose,
I have tried so hard
to move on with my life,
to leave all of that shit
behind me, okay?
You, it's like
you can't accept the fact
that Mom lost her mind
and fucking killed herself.
And you let it
define your entire life,
and you punish me
because I don't want to.
Well, I'm sorry
that I'm actually
trying to help people
instead of being some fucking
stay-at-home PTA housewife,
who lives in her own
self-centered,
smug little bubble!
Okay.
I don't know
why I said that.
You know what, I'm--
I'm not doing this.
I'm not doing this with you.
You've completely
traumatized Jackson, okay?
I can't have you around
when you're like this.
[door slams]
Fuck.
Fuck.
[exhales]
[knocking]
[gasps] Holly?
[screaming]
[shouting]
Fuck! Fuck!
[shouting continues]
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
[cell phone ringing]
Joel?
Why didn't you tell me
about your patient's
connection to the others?
Wha--
After you left,
I kept digging.
These cases?
This same pattern.
It goes back further.
So far, I've found 20 cases
involving 19 suicide victims
with a direct line
linking them all together.
And the things these people
are doing to themselves, Rose.
Holy shit.
Wait, you said, um, 20 cases,
but only 19 suicides.
One of the cases
mixes up the pattern.
Some accountant,
Robert Talley.
His business partner
commits suicide
right in front of him,
and four days later,
Talley goes
and fucking murders a woman
he's never met before,
completely out of the blue.
But get this, a week later,
the key eyewitness
to the murder
also commits suicide.
Pattern resumes.
So, he's alive?
Yeah.
He's sitting in holding
in Altoona.
Joel, I gotta talk to him.
I'm gonna need you
to say something.
Yeah, I-- I will.
Just-- Just--
[sighs]
Give me a second.
I mean, Jesus--
I thought you were gonna say
this was some kind of, like,
crazy suicide cult,
or blackmail scheme.
I mean, this? This is--
This? This is--
Hey, Joel.
Okay.
Let's just put aside
the possibility
that some sort of evil,
extraordinary force
could even exist.
What you're saying
is that this thing
is jumping around
from person to person,
and it is causing them
to kill themselves?
Okay,
but maybe it's not suicide.
What do you mean?
Okay. So, my patient,
she was terrified,
but she was not suicidal.
And then at-- at the end,
everything about her changed.
It was like the person I had
been talking to was gone.
And something else
had taken over.
[stammering]
So, it's kind of like the guy...
Yes.
...on the security camera
footage?
[Rose]
Yes. Yes. Exactly like that.
Oh, my God. What the fuck?
In the cases that you found,
um...
how long was it
between each victim's death?
None of them survived
longer than a week.
Some of them didn't even
make it past four days.
[exhales]
Today was my fourth day.
Hey.
Whatever happened
to those people,
it's not gonna happen to you.
I promise.
[train horn blows]
[guard on PA]
Transfer guard to gate three.
Transfer guard to gate three.
[Joel] Thank you.
[guard 2]
Give them a buzz through.
They're clear.
[door buzzes, opens]
[Joel] I owe you one
for this, Doug.
[chuckles] You're just lucky
that he fired every lawyer
he was assigned.
You do know
what this guy did, right?
Well, Dr. Cotter's building
a psychological profile
on a similar case for us.
Oh. Well, Talley's
a whole box of fruit loops.
So, good luck.
Look, you only got
ten minutes with him, okay?
It's the best I could do
without a court order.
Well, I appreciate it.
[door buzzes]
[radio chatter]
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
Mr. Talley,
my name is
Dr. Rose Cotter,
and, um, I was hoping
you'd be willing to
answer some questions
about--
I'm done answering questions.
I confessed.
I actually don't care about
what you were accused of.
What I need to know
is what you experienced
in the days leading up to it.
I have a patient,
a young woman.
Four days ago,
a man killed himself
right in front of her.
And ever since then,
she has been seeing something.
[sighs]
Something that pretends
to be other people.
The man that
she saw kill himself,
he claimed that he was seeing
the exact same thing.
What the fuck
do you want from me, huh?
What is it?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Why is it that everybody else
who's seen it is dead
and you're alive?
Why? Please.
Mr. Talley,
you can help her.
Okay?
Please.
[train rumbling]
Make the cop leave.
Not gonna happen, pal.
Make him leave,
and I'll tell you what I know.
Joel, please.
I'll be outside,
all right?
[knocks]
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
I tried to research anything
and everything I could
about this thing.
There's been other chains
in the past.
Found one that was in Brazil
a few years ago.
A man there escaped that chain
by killing his neighbor
and passing it
to his neighbor's wife.
Your patient is going to die
unless she kills someone.
That's the only way
you can get rid of it.
The only way.
She has to make sure there's
a witness for it to pass to,
'cause this thing needs trauma
to spread.
That's what gives it power.
Trauma.
Your patient has to
make it count.
Tell her to use
some kind of weapon.
Make the biggest mess she can--
I can't kill someone!
[gasps]
You?
[gasps] You have it?
No, no, no.
Why the fuck did you come here?
You're not giving it
back to me.
Get out of here!
I'm sorry.
Get out of here!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
Get her away from me!
[screams]
Hey.
Hey! Wait.
What happened in there?
Nothing.
What'd he say?
Nothing.
Nothing?
He's out of his fucking mind,
Joel.
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing stops]
[cell phone chimes]
Ah, fuck.
[sighs]
[doorbell rings]
What are you doing here?
I apologize
if you felt ambushed yesterday.
That was the wrong approach.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
I think you should go.
Rose.
We both know
I have a responsibility
to notify the authorities
if you're a danger
to yourself or others.
I need you to help convince me
you're not a danger.
Trevor mentioned
there had been
talk of ghosts.
I never used the word
"ghosts."
Evil beings, then.
Paranormal.
I admitted to him
that I was seeing things,
the same thing that I told you.
That's not happening anymore.
Okay?
It was stress
and lack of sleep.
I confided in him, and that
was obviously a mistake.
But that's it.
Okay? Are we good?
How are you feeling today?
[scoffs]
Let me think, um--
I'm pretty sure my fianc
thinks I'm crazy.
My sister has just
totally shut me out.
And now
my former therapist
is making unannounced
house calls
to ensure that
I am not a danger.
So, other than that,
I'm really good.
[phone ringing]
Should you get that?
What?
[on phone]
Rose, it's Madeline.
I've been trying your mobile
all morning.
I'm very concerned about
how we left things yesterday.
Rose? Are you there?
No.
[Madeline on phone]
Hello?
No.
Rose?
No. No.
[demonic voice]
Almost time, Rose.
What the fuck are you?
[growling]
Ple-- Please.
[shrieks]
No, no.
No. No, no.
[gasping]
[laughs]
No.
[roars]
[patient laughing]
[staff chattering]
Hey, Dr. Cotter.
Aren't you supposed to be
on leave?
Just grabbing something
from my office.
[whispering]
Carl. Hi.
No. No.
It's okay.
No, no, no.
It's okay.
Oh, God.
No, no. Oh, no, no, no.
Shh. Shh. Just calm down.
No! No, no!
No! No!
Shh! Shut the fuck up.
[screams]
Just calm down, okay? Okay.
[Dr. Desai] Rose.
[gasps]
What are you doing here?
[Carl babbling]
I don't know.
Rose, you can't
be around patients.
[groans]
[shouts]
[shouting]
[both shouting]
[Dr. Desai shouts]
Fuck! Rose!
[screaming]
[screams]
[breathes heavily]
Fuck!
[gasping]
[knocks on window]
[horn honks]
Rose, what are you
doing here?
Nothing.
I don't-- I don't know.
I don't know why. I, uh--
Why don't we go inside together
and we can just talk?
No! It's--
It's not safe.
Rose, I don't think you should
be alone right now.
I need--
I need to be alone.
I need to be--
I need to be alone.
[stammers]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have to go.
Rose, I don't think you should
go anywhere, okay?
You just relax, I'm gonna make
a phone call, all right?
[screams]
Rose. Rose, don't go anywhere.
Wait. Rose, please.
Please don't go anywhere, okay?
Just hang--
Rose. Rose, wait! Rose!
[gasping]
[ringing]
Joel.
[Joel] Rose, I saw a police APB
go out for you
that says you're dangerous.
What the fuck happened?
I know what I need to do.
What?
This thing, it needs
all of its victims
to pass it on
in order to survive,
but if there's no one else
around, it has no way to pass.
As long as I'm alone,
I can deprive it
of what it needs.
That doesn't make any sense.
Your plan is just to
avoid people forever?
I am not gonna
keep running, okay?
I've got to face it.
Okay, Rose, I'm coming to you.
Just tell me where--
[line disconnects]
[cell phone ringing]
[keys jangle]
[lock clicks]
[hinge creaking]
[light switch clicking]
[hinge creaking]
[faint groaning]
[groaning continues]
[wailing]
[groaning, wailing stops]
[raspy breathing]
Rose.
Baby...
[crying]
Help me, please.
Mommy made a mistake.
Get the phone.
Call for help.
[labored breathing]
Rose!
[hinge creaking]
[panting]
[door opens]
[hinges creaking]
[mother sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[hinges creaking]
[sniffles]
[crying]
Rose. [gasps]
It's okay, baby.
Come here.
I am so sorry.
I-- I haven't been a good mom.
I want to be.
I really try to be.
But sometimes
everything is just too much.
There is something terrible
inside of me.
I hate myself.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Are you ashamed of me?
No.
Then why did you let me die?
Why didn't you save me?
It's not my fault.
You could have called for help.
Stop. Stop it.
But you didn't.
Stop it.
You wished that I would die.
Because I was afraid of you!
I was ten years old
and you were a monster.
And I know that it's not fair.
You-- You needed help.
But I couldn't.
And I have carried that guilt
for my entire life.
And I--
I have to let it go.
I ha-- I have to let it go.
This is not real.
But Rose,
your mind makes it real.
What are you?
Why are you
doing this to me?
Because your mind...
[voice distorting]
...is so inviting.
[gasps]
[creaking]
[chuckling]
[gasps]
[chuckling continues]
[chuckling]
[whimpers]
[entity screams]
[distant laughter echoing]
[whimpers]
[Rose screams]
You can't escape
your mind, Rose.
[entity chuckles]
[Rose coughing]
[growls]
[gasping, choking]
It's--
It's my mind.
[entity growls]
[grunts]
[screams]
You can't escape it either.
[grunts]
[roaring]
[screaming]
Rose!
Rose!
[growling, screeching]
[growling, screeching continues]
[coughs]
[Joel] Holy shit.
Are you okay?
Can I just
come in for a sec?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Where have you
been?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for dragging you into
my whole fucked-up mess.
[scoffs]
For most of my life,
I've been afraid of
letting people get too close,
because I was afraid of...
what they might see
if they really looked.
And so I-- I put walls up,
and I kept people at a distance.
[sighs]
And then...
I met you,
and I could feel
those walls coming down.
And it scared the shit
out of me.
And so...
I was selfish,
and that was not fair to you.
And I am so, so sorry.
And I'm-- I'm being selfish
again by even asking,
but do you think that--
that I could stay here
and just...
just sleep?
Could you...
stay with me while I sleep?
Please.
Yeah, of course
I'll stay with you.
I'll stay with you forever.
No.
[chuckling]
No.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
[chuckling continues]
[gasps]
No.
[screams]
[sobs]
[door closes]
[Joel] Rose.
No, no, no!
[banging]
[Joel] Rose!
No.
Rose, open the door!
Open the door.
[banging continues]
Rose!
[hissing]
[thudding, creaking]
[chuckling]
No!
No!
Fuck. Uh--
Hold on. I'm coming!
No!
[Rose screaming]
[Joel] Rose!
[Rose] No!
[chuckling]
[roaring]
[screams]
[gasps]
[entity gasping, distorted]
[growling]
Rose.
[dripping]
Rose?
[can clatters]
Rose?
[growling, distorted laughter]
[flames roaring]
["Lollipop" playing]
[song ends]