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(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
We will feed her.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(BOTTLE SHATTERING)
(MAN GROANING)
ALVIN: Oh, no.
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
Molly.
Molly, get up.
Let me in.
Bobbi.
Jesus, Alvin, do you
know what time it is?
Can I please just use your bathroom?
Are you okay?
- You look sick.
- Look, I need
to use the bathroom,
can I use the bathroom?
- No!
- Please.
(WATER RUSHING)
(FLOOR CREAKING)
(THUDDING)
Did you hear that?
What are you talking about?
She's following me.
Are you okay?
Well, if you're not gonna talk to me,
just don't come back.
I don't wanna see you again, I just.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ALVIN GROANING)
Oh come on, come on.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Molly, Bobbi, Molly.
No.
(ALVIN GROANING)
No, no, no, no.
Why?
Dammit, Alvin, I'll call the police.
(GUN BANGING)
(MOLLY SCREAMING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC)
Sarah.
Oh, hey.
How'd you do?
How do you mean?
On the test.
I did pretty all right, how about you?
Less than.
History just doesn't click with me.
I could seriously use a study
buddy if you're interested.
I don't know...
Oh, come on, it'll be fun.
You can come over to my new place,
which I know you haven't been to yet,
and I could make you a smoothie
and you could help me get my grades up.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Oh, perfect, thank you.
I'll text you with the address later.
- Okay, see ya then.
- Bye.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(BLENDER WHIRRING)
Surprisingly edible.
Right?
Oh hey, how's that, are
you writing that one thing?
What was it?
I don't know.
You know, sometimes I just
hate how much I love to write.
Like, I've been trying to write
this book for two years now,
but I just keep getting distracted
and writing stupid things
that don't even matter.
KELSEY: Like what?
I don't know.
I guess I'm just looking
for the right inspiration.
Whatever that is.
Look, all you need to know
is that the transcontinental
railroad was build between 1863 and 1869,
and that connected the San
Francisco Bay Area with...
See that's the problem right there,
I don't remember dates
and names very well, so.
Okay, well, should we come up
with a pneumonic device to help you out?
Probably, yeah.
Okay.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
It's my roommate.
Oh, my God.
Jesus, it is about frickin' time.
The door was unlocked, dumb ass.
- Oh, I resent that, okay?
- Great.
Oh, hey you.
It's Sarah.
Yeah, from biology
class, what's goin' on?
KELSEY: Okay, go away, we're studying.
Oh yeah, excuse the hell
out of me for trying to assault her...
Also, can you pick up your shit?
- Yeah, Mom.
- Great.
Okay, transsexual railroad 1869.
I didn't know that you
and Josh were roommates.
Oh yeah, I try to forget about it.
Oh, how long have you known each other?
Uh, since middle school I think.
We kinda grew up together,
our parents are neighbors.
- Didn't know that.
- Yeah.
How long have you lived together?
Wait a minute.
Wait, seriously?
I didn't say anything.
No, this would be perfect.
He would totally go for your type.
Forget it, it's, what
do you mean your type?
Um, you know like, cute nerdy girl
that likes to write and wears glasses.
But honestly though,
he's a really good guy
and once you get to know
him, he's pretty great.
Once you get past his rock and roll shit,
stick thing he's doing.
So, he's single?
No he's not.
He has a girlfriend, but she's a bitch.
So, I think that you'd
be a lot better for him.
No, no, I'm not the kinda
girl to swoop in like some
vulture and snatch up boys
from their girlfriends.
So, Walter is having
a little shindig over
at this creepy ass old
house that his uncle bought.
The bud will be blowin' and
the drink will be flowin'.
KELSEY: Did you make that up yourself?
- Yeah, I did.
- You should get more.
- Thank you for that.
- It's good.
Yeah, so are we gonna do this or not?
KELSEY: Hell yeah.
Sweet.
Oh, I think I'm just
gonna stay in tonight.
Oh, well I'm gonna go
and take a shower, so.
You're just gonna stay in?
SARAH: It's last minute.
Come on, Sarah.
How do you expect to be a writer
if you don't have any personal experience?
No, I'm serious, like two minutes
ago you were talking about
how you need some inspiration.
This could be it, you never know.
You might make some new friends,
and if you don't have any fun,
I will personally escort you home.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
She's here.
Nice of you to show up.
- What did I do this time?
- What did you do?
Do you see how your daughter talks to me?
Where do you think you're going?
To my room.
We're your parents, we deserve
to know where you've been.
You know, we put food on your table
and a roof over your head.
You live here, you live under our rule.
Are you even listening to me?
Get your hand off of me.
God.
God dammit.
Okay, you know what?
I thought that once I went to college,
maybe things would change around here.
But you just sit there and you let her go
at me every god damn day.
So you wanna know something, mom?
I'm gonna go hang out with
my fucking friends, okay?
Something you wouldn't
know anything about.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Ouch.
God, is this necessary?
KELSEY: No.
Then why are we doing it?
KELSEY: Because this is what girls
do to get ready for parties.
Black and blue
KELSEY: See, that wasn't so bad.
I am really not the type
for this sort of thing.
Everybody's the type
for this sort of thing.
Even guys need a little
makeover every once in a while.
Their skin's always so dry.
And I never knew where to start
I don't know, makeovers and
makeup's just not my thing.
Think I look fine without it.
Oh, definitely.
You're beautiful, but
this is just gonna make
some of your best features pop.
(ROCK MUSIC)
I'm glad you could make it.
Sarah, yeah.
It should be interesting.
Yeah, well, at least you two look nice.
- Some truck stop
- Thanks.
So how's the band going?
Ah, it's okay, I guess.
Our drummer keeps
flaking out on rehearsal.
It's a little shaky right
now, but you know how it is.
No black collars
But, I did bring my acoustic
so I can play us some tunes.
- Broken down '69 Cadillac
- Sounds good.
Sarah, what do you do?
I work a bookstore on campus.
Not your job, I mean,
what do you really do?
Uh, I'm a writer, I guess.
Down to the wreckin' yard
What, like stories?
Yeah, stories mostly.
That's cool.
I like to think I write stories
myself through my music.
Back to the wreckin' yard
So how far are we?
We're not too far.
To the wreckin' yard
You can't turn back,
you've gone this far...
What exactly is this place?
Well hurry up and down
I'm not really 100% sure.
I guess Walter's uncle
bought this abandoned house
and he's tryin' to have a party there
before they tear it down or something.
Makes sense to me.
There's a sack on the ground
Wait, who's this Walter guy?
He's a friend of ours.
Oh you know him, he's the ginger guy
with the skinny little ass.
In love with his car.
Yeah, I'll definitely
recognize him now, thanks Kelsey.
Well stomp on the embers
Dance on the ash
So, what part of town are we win?
Aftermath
Somewhere on south side,
it's a dinky little place.
Barely even part of town at all.
Yeah, it's kinda shitty.
I don't know, I kinda like it.
It's got like this small town vibe to it.
- Sort through the salvage
- I have to agree.
All burned and charred
Hurry up and down 'cause
I'm fallin down hard
Back to the wreckin' yard
Take me down to the wreckin' yard
Can't turn back when
you've gone this far
Oh, God.
I hate sitting down for
long periods of time.
I get motion sickness really bad.
I'm gonna...
Yeah.
Wreckin' yard
Yeah, back to the wreckin' yard
WALTER: Sup guys?
Find the place all right?
JOSH: Ah, not too bad.
WALTER: Here, big guy.
Hey, always a pleasure.
WALTER: You cut off all your hair, man.
Yeah, it was time for a change.
Real smart, man.
I mean, I know you're
not, but you look like it.
Who's this?
This is Sarah.
She is one of Kelsey's friends.
WALTER: Ah, and
where's that troublemaker?
KELSEY: Walter!
Whoa, holy shit.
How are you doin' sweetheart?
- I'm good.
- Good, good.
Have you met my friend, Sarah?
I have, Josh was just introducing us
and doing a terrible job as usual.
Hey.
What's a man gonna do
When there's no where to turn
So you guys ready to check it out?
Let's do it.
So long by the rest is sure burned
Think it's probably too late to learn
Gonna keep on movin' all day
I love this one.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Are you guys ready to
get this party started?
- Hell yeah.
- Yeah.
I burn my album to the stakes
So how many people are coming tonight?
Well, only a couple of people actually
got back to me, besides you guys.
Didn't feel like calling it off since
we weren't gonna have
the house much longer.
So it's just us then?
How is this a party?
Well, Jodie and Paul stopped by earlier.
Drank four of my beers and then went
to get something to eat.
And Bobby said he'd stop
by later with his crew,
but you know those guys, so.
So not really all that
popular this week, are we?
Nobody wants to party with us.
Oh, speak for yourself, man.
I mean, we've got the
J and we've the tunes
and we've got the brews.
So, sounds like a party to me.
Um, I've only actually
done this once before
and it didn't really do anything.
It's cool, nobody feels
anything their first time.
It's easy, just relax and
take in a deep breath.
Oh, okay
The meadow sucks today
- (SARAH COUGHING)
- Yeah, feelin' it this time?
Yeah, I think so.
Love me for who I am
I've always heard if
you're not coughin',
you're not feelin' it.
Wow, who knew you
were such a philosopher.
Hey, I totally am.
(WALTER COUGHING)
Who knows that we're here?
- My uncle, he's cool with it.
- Oh.
Does your uncle drive
like a beat down truck?
No, he drives a Mercedes.
Like a really nice S
Class, with a VNC TGPS.
Forward lookin' infrared.
It's fast as hell, man.
It's like five and a half
liter, turbo charged V12
with a six speed automatic.
He's too loaded to drive a truck.
Pray for rain
I'm just tryin' to be that good nephew.
Clouds of innocence
There's a lot to be said
about a man with no kids
and more money than he
spend before he dies.
Wow, piece of shit.
No, it's not like that.
He's my uncle, I love him, but I mean,
he's a racist and he hates women.
So, I mean fuck him, right?
You know what that reminds me of?
We should take shots.
Now that's an idea.
All righty.
So tell me about this truck.
Oh, it's nothing.
I think that the weed
is just getting to me,
feeling paranoid or something.
Here, take this.
It'll help loosen you up.
Um, not really sure I
wanna get drunk tonight.
Who said anything about
getting drunk, it's one shot.
What should we cheers to?
This dope ass house.
To the dope house.
ALL: To the dope house.
Pray, pray for rain
(COUGHING)
You know, this place really is cool.
When was it built?
I don't know, old.
I bet you that, looking
at the stonework outside
it's probably like the turn
of the century or something.
Sarah, really? We are a
party and all you can talk
about is the architecture of the house.
Hey, leave her alone, man.
This place is pretty legit.
We should go check it out.
May as well.
I mean, nobody else is here, right?
Guys, really?
Hey, we might find like a
big bag of money or something.
Or a bag full of pot.
- Let's do it.
- Let's do it.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(STAIRS CREAKING)
Where do you think it goes?
I don't know if we should open that.
Yeah, no.
No, no, no, no.
There could be a bum down there
that has been squattin'
for God knows how long,
and he heard us partying
and I am not about
to deal with a pissed off hobo.
I'm just sayin'.
- Oh, God.
- Not doin' it.
Does anybody have a pocket knife?
JOSH: Ooh.
- Yeah.
- What, I was a boy scout.
Right.
For like six months.
(LOCK RATTLING)
Well all right then.
Thank you, sir.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You guys see anything down there?
It's, it's not that impressive.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Oh, my God.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Walter!
What?
Really?
SARAH: Hey, check it out.
What is it?
Come see.
(THUDDING)
What the fuck was that?
I don't know, it sounded like it
came from inside the house.
I think it came from the front room.
Let's go.
Walter.
Now, what the fuck is goin' on here?
Excuse me, who are you?
Yeah, I could ask the same question.
You teenagers think you can
just come in here and break in
private property and start stealin' shit?
What do you think this
is, a third world country?
It's god damn America boy,
and we got laws around here.
Now you guys better leave before
I get my gun and I make you.
First of all, sir, we're not teenagers.
And second of all, this property belongs
to Jeffery Daniels,
I'm his nephew, Walter.
Walter Daniels.
Yeah, I don't know a Walter Daniels.
Look, I don't mean to be
rude man, but at this point,
you're the one that's trespassing,
and I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave or I'm gonna be
forced to call the police, all right?
And tell 'em what?
Explain to them what the hell
you guys are doin' in here?
I mean, come on, give me a break.
Now, listen here, I'll
cut you guys a deal.
You don't call the cops, all right?
I'll let you continue your little party,
and you share some of
those goodies with me.
Let me get this straight.
You're gonna come in here
and ask to party with us
after you barge in uninvited, unannounced,
and then threaten to kick
us out with your gun?
Is that about right?
All right, some things were said.
JOSH: Yeah.
It's cool now.
Come on, guys, I'm just like you.
I like the simple pleasures of life.
I like a good beer.
I like some good old
fashioned American reefer.
Now just share it with me and it's good.
Come on, guys.
- Fuck this guy.
- I agree, fuck you, guy.
Why don't you come say that
to my face, you little bitch.
I just did.
Hey, you know what?
You know what, how about we
all just head out, all right?
Seriously?
You would rather leave
than party with Dewayne?
- Yeah.
- Yes, yes.
Definitely, absolutely would.
Suit your fuckin' selves then.
You know what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna call the cops my damn self.
You know, I'm gonna tell 'em
that you're over here sellin'
dope and you're makin' porno movies.
Oh, oh, that's a good one.
You guys need to leave and I mean now.
Thanks for the beer, asshole.
Are you about to let
this guy kick us outa here?
Yeah man, the party's over.
Have a good night, Dewayne.
Fuck you and your red shoes.
Uh huh.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Fuckin' kids.
(LIGHTER CLICKING)
(THUDDING)
What the hell?
(THUDDING)
Who's there?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Jeeper.
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
What are you doin'?
Don't do this.
Please.
Don't do it.
(GUN BANGING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUN BANGING)
(DEWAYNE GROANING)
I don't see why we couldn't
just stay here to party.
Why didn't we go to your house?
Your place is fuckin' huge.
WALTER: I just thought
it would be exciting.
You can't say it wasn't interesting.
Interesting is an
understatement, my friend.
I wonder what was in the basement?
Oh, sorry.
You know, I'm actually
not feeling that good.
I think I'm gonna turn in, sorry.
It's all right.
We'll hang out next time, right?
Right.
Want me to walk you out?
Yeah, thanks.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You okay?
You wanna talk about something?
I think that I saw
something in the basement.
Yeah, like what?
I don't know, I keep on trying
to convince myself that it
was Walter's shadow, but I'm not so sure.
Forget it, it's stupid.
Sarah, just tell me.
I thought that I saw a little
girl standing behind Walter,
but then when he went to flash
his light on her, she was gone.
And I know what it sounds like, but...
A little girl in the basement of a house
that's been locked from the outside.
She okay?
Yeah, she'll be fine.
She just got a little spooked is all.
Where are you going?
JOSH: Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, um, yeah.
It's, the night's still sorta
young and it is a weekend.
So, I don't know, I just, I
know this really cool place,
it's just a few blocks away.
I was thinkin' we could go
and we could check it out if you want to.
Um, okay, yeah.
Why not.
Cool, well, I'll drive.
Okay.
Well, I think it's probably
time that I head home.
You good to drive, buddy?
No, but I've been worse.
Tuck Josh in for me, will ya?
- Will do.
- Appreciate it.
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
(GROOVY MUSIC)
(DOOR CREAKING)
Sorry it's kind of a mess in here.
We haven't really been in
here in a while, you know?
Feels good though.
Kinda makes me feel creative again.
You should play me something.
- Ooh.
- Oh, come on.
I've never heard you play before.
Uh, that's no surprise,
Kelsey hates our band.
(GUITAR MUSIC)
(GROOVY MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
The fuck?
Come on.
Oh, thank God.
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
What, oh, my God.
Whoa, whoa.
(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)
(VAN DOOR SQUEAKING)
(CHAIN RATTLING)
This is gonna scratch my car.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(HEAD THUDDING)
(CAR CRASHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
What?
(FLOOR SQUEAKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Yeah.
What do you mean?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
There wasn't anything
wrong with him, was there?
Are you kidding?
Walter was one of the
happiest people I've ever met.
He had financial security.
Got that new car.
He loved that thing.
You guys don't think it had anything
to do with that house, do you?
What are you talking about?
You gotta admit, there was
something off about that place.
Okay, the pentagram that
we found in the basement,
and last night I had this crazy dream.
Oh, my God, Sarah.
This is not one of your story books, okay?
This is real life.
Our friend killed himself.
Kelsey!
You know, Kelsey, I
didn't mean to upset you.
Kelsey.
Great.
She'll be fine.
Yeah, I know.
It's my fault.
I probably shouldn't have
jumped to occult theory so soon.
You don't really think it has anything
to do with that house, do you?
I don't know, maybe.
It's just this feeling that I get.
You know, maybe I'm crazy,
but I think that we should go back.
Well, I did leave my knife there,
and there was half a joint in the ashtray.
We probably need to go
back and clean that up
before Walter's uncle gets there.
Hope he doesn't blame anything
on our party last night,
and that redneck Dewayne.
He'll find any excuse to start shit.
Yeah, let's go.
Okay.
What the hell is he doing here?
SARAH: I don't know.
I say we find out.
JOSH: Do you smell that?
SARAH: It's even worse than last time.
JOSH: That is definitely not
the same smell as last time.
Did somebody throw up in here last night?
SARAH: Not that I'm aware of.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- Oh, shit.
- What?
SARAH: Oh, my God, oh shit.
- Oh, shit!
- Shit!
Oh, what the fuck happened to him?
Oh, my God, I think he shot himself.
Something is going on.
(JOSH GROANING)
Careful.
Should we call the police?
Hell no, I am not
gettin' blamed for that.
We need to get outa here.
(CAR DOORS SLAMMING)
So, what's next?
SARAH: I don't know.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
So the library, huh?
(SARAH HUMMING)
You do know there's this cool
thing called the internet?
I don't know if you've heard of it.
We're at the library because
some of the information
I need might not be on the internet.
Also, I can always get
more work done here,
rather than at some little coffee shop.
JOSH: And what exactly
are we looking for?
Not really sure.
I did have a pretty weird
dream last night, though.
It was about the house.
There was this little girl there
and someone called her Hei'an.
I think she was a child
bride or something.
Wait a second, you're
basing your research
on a nightmare that you had?
Yeah, but.
Okay, I am almost positive
that I saw that little girl
in the basement, standing behind Walter.
She was just standing there,
and then he goes to turn his light on her,
but she disappeared.
- Disappeared?
- Yeah.
JOSH: Like a ghost, disappeared?
Maybe?
I'm not buyin' into it.
Enough crazy shit has
happened to us since
we left that house to
warrant some questions.
Don't you think?
Yeah, no shit.
If you'da told me a week ago
that Walter was gonna commit
suicide and that I was
gonna find a dead redneck
on the floor of an abandoned house,
I would've said that you are having
a bad acid trip, my friend.
What are you lookin' at?
So this says that the
second owner of the house,
Charlotte Morgan, was arrested
multiple times between 1900
and 1904 for different counts
of prostitution and pandering.
In December, 1908, she sold
the house and disappeared.
Okay, what good does
that do us now, though?
It doesn't, but it's the
only lead that we have.
So you're saying that
this child that you may
or may not have seen,
might or might not be
the ghost of a Chinese child prostitute?
And she made Walter kill himself?
I can't believe this.
No, I can't believe you.
No, no, no, no, you listen to me.
Walter was one of my best
friends in the entire world
and I cannot believe that you are doing
this to me right now.
(CLOTH RUBBING)
(KELSEY CRYING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(KELSEY GASPING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(KELSEY COUGHING)
JOSH: Kelsey.
SARAH: Kelsey?
JOSH: Kelsey!
Kelsey are you, oh shit!
Move.
Kelsey, oh, my God, Kelsey.
Oh, my God, Kelsey.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Can I come in?
I'm sorry about your friends.
If you wanna talk about anything,
I just want you to know, I'm here for you.
It's not even anything
you could understand.
Maybe not.
I think something is killing us.
When I went out the other night,
we went to this old abandoned house.
We were gonna throw a little
party away from everyone else.
But, I think that a ghost,
spirit or something,
has been following us ever since.
Making us kill ourselves.
Okay, I don't even care what you think.
I just wanted to tell somebody about it.
It's okay, it's okay.
You just promise you
won't tell Mom, okay?
Maybe if there's something
occult in the works,
we could find some kind
of ritual or something.
Fuck it, if we're gonna die.
I say let's do it together.
What are you talking about?
This has been by far the
shittiest week of my life.
Two of my best friends are dead
and now we're being hunted
by a fucking ghost child.
I'm just sayin', I don't think that there
is a way out of this.
Okay so, you wanna just
give up and accept death?
I mean, what do you want me to do?
We're runnin' out of options here.
I mean, we're dyin'.
What?
Okay, you know, I really
didn't think that you were
the kinda guy that
would give up so easily.
Well I don't think you
understand the situation.
We are going to die, Sarah.
There's no way outa this.
Says who?
Sarah, come on.
You know, I don't give a shit whether
or not you wanna quit, but
I'm not gonna stop looking
until I'm dead like Kelsey and Walter
or until I can end this thing,
and you can either help me or you can die.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
DR. SCHAFER: So we'll just talk to her.
It will be fine.
We should've called you sooner.
DR. SCHAFER: I'm here to help.
- Thank you.
- It's no problem.
Oh, here she is now.
Hey, Sarah.
Hey, Sarah, I want you
to come meet Dr. Schafer.
Pleased to meet you, Sarah.
Please, sit down.
Let's have a little chat.
What is this?
Well, actually, it's about you, Sarah.
Your parents have become worried enough
that they asked for help.
So you're a shrink?
Sarah, your mom and dad tell me that
you have had some friends
commit suicide recently
and that you're having
some hallucinations.
We're just worried that
you've experienced some trauma
from losing so many people in
such a short period of time.
Sorry, I really, I can't do this.
- Sarah, wait.
- Please just stop.
Hold on, let her go.
Let's leave her alone for now.
She's gonna be okay, right?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- (DOOR SLAMMING)
- Fuck.
God.
Oh, my God.
God, that bitch.
Oh, my God, are you kidding me?
Fuckin' God.
Molly, go down to the basement
and get us a couple more bottles of wine.
(MOLLY GASPING)
Oh, God.
Miss Charlotte.
Go back up and tend
to the customers, child.
But Miss Charlotte.
I said, go.
Poor child.
Waste not, want not.
(THUNDER BOOMING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BOTTLE SHATTERING)
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(AMP SQUEALING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Yes?
PARKER: Good morning, is Sarah in?
What's this have to do with?
This man here, his name is Josh Sloane.
A friend of his found his body recently
in a band rehearsal space.
His roommate, Kelsey Cox, was
also found recently deceased.
Oh, my God.
Sarah was a friend of both of theirs,
and my understanding is she may have been
the last person to see him alive.
I would like to ask her a few questions.
Sure, she's upstairs.
I'll go get her.
Is she a suspect?
The owner of the practice
space said he heard Sarah
and Josh have an argument
the night before.
We really can't assume anything.
- Come on in.
- Thank you.
She's not here.
She must be at the library.
She goes early when it's not too busy.
She does a lot of research there.
She's trying to be a writer.
Dispatch, I'm gonna need a BOLO.
Person of interest, Sarah Jensen.
Brunette, Caucasian, female.
Five foot, nine.
Five foot, nine, about
115 pounds, 24 years of age.
You will need to contact me if
she calls or if she comes by.
Thank you.
That asshole left his folder.
It's fucking ridiculous.
Fuck.
One other person, a young asian
girl known only as Hei'an,
has said to have been seen
at the premises recently.
Hei'an.
(BOOK THUDDING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Son of a bitch.
Dispatch, I'm gonna need
backup at my location.
I've got a body.
(GUN THUDDING)
Hey, Sarah Jensen.
Oh, my God.
Okay, sweetheart, I'm
gonna have to ask you to drop
that weapon and get your
hands up where I can see 'em.
What the fuck is going on?
What's going on is we're
gonna have a little chat
about your dead friends
Kelsey Cox and Josh Sloane.
Drop it.
But Josh Sloane isn't dead.
- Drop it.
- Fuck.
Turn around, get 'em up.
Yeah, Josh is dead.
What the fuck is that?
What is that?
You fucked us.
Don't you fuckin' move.
Dispatch this is Parker,
where's that backup?
Please, just let me do
this, you don't know...
Shut up!
Dispatch, this is Parker, do you copy?
You don't know what the
fuck you're doing, dude.
- Dispatch.
- You don't know
what you're doing!
- Okay, fuck you.
- Jesus christ.
(SARAH SCREAMING)
Get off.
Hey, get off!
Let's go, up, up, up.
Let's go.
Up, we need to talk about it.
(PARKER SCREAMING)
- Open the door!
- Oh, my God.
PARKER: Open the fucking door.
SARAH: This isn't
me I'm not doing this.
I'm trying to, I'm only
trying to help you.
Open the god damn.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Officer down, officer.
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
(FLESH SQUISHING)
(PARKER GROANING)
(SARAH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MUFFLED WHISPERS)
Oh, my God.
Hei'an.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hei'an.
Hei'an.
Hey look at me.
I can help you, please.
Hei'an, I can help you.
Please, quit.
(SARAH GROANING)
Oh, my God.
Thank you, God.
(LIGHT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hello, Sarah, how did you sleep?
Dr. Robinson tells me that he
has changed your medication
to something a little stronger
to help you with your nightmares.
I know this not ideal,
but you're gonna have
to work through this.
These delusions that you're having
about your friends and this spirit child.
When did they begin?
I'm just trying to help you.
Things will get better, I promise.
Don't make promises you can't keep.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)