[insects chirping]
[ominous music playing]
[grunting]
[birds chirping]
["Are You Ready?" playing over car stereo]
♪ Premonition, intuition ♪
♪ Call it what you want But I got a feeling ♪
♪ I've been pacing Trying patience ♪
♪ It's time to take a chance On what I believe in ♪
♪ I think we should... ♪
Oh, shit.
[buzzing]
-Oh, hang on. -[Wendy over speaker] What?
I got doughnut all over me.
Carbs. It's bad, Gray.
Are you okay?
-You're already calling. -I miss you.
Honey, I'm worried.
-I'm fine. This will be good for me. -I know.
You have to promise not to shut out everyone like last time.
Have you talked to him at all?
Of course not, I blocked him.
Four years is a long time.
And he threw it away for some hipster tail that he picked up at the Rosemont.
Oh, it might help to hear each other out.
Please stop taking his side, Wendy.
He cheated. It's over. Noah and I are over.
-God, maybe you and I should be too. -Okay, okay.
-I just wanna make sure that you're okay. -Is that it?
Is that why you called during my escape from the city?
Well, since your last painting sold for 60 thou,
that obnoxiously rich guy, Mickey, and his partner Jerry
came into the gallery today and asked about your next series.
-Oh, yeah? -I need you to have a piece ready,
because if you're not,
I have another artist waiting on standby who can cover till you are.
You know, Wendy, Noah's excuse for the deterioration of our relationship
is that I work too much.
That I'm always in the studio.
Oh, but it's how you both can afford the summer in the Hamptons.
Right! And he was bored and just looking for attention.
This next collection needs to be loud.
I want that idiot to regret ruining the good thing he had going.
Get to work, then.
Mama has an empire to run and two kids to put through college.
And you need to make "fuck-you money."
You need to show this town who Grayson fucking--
Wendy?
Thank you, middle of nowhere.
♪ We could chase down a shooting star Or maybe two ♪
♪ What you waiting for? We got nothing to lose ♪
-♪ If you believe ♪ -♪ If you believe ♪
-♪ Come with me ♪ -♪ Come with me ♪
♪ Are you ready? Are you ready? ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[song ends]
[eerie music playing]
[sighs] Home sweet home.
[cell phone chimes]
Delete.
[music fades]
Hmm. [chuckles]
Hmph.
Oh, God. [groans]
[handle clanking]
[groans]
[insect skittering]
Gross. Gross, gross, gross, gross.
[line ringing]
[man on phone] Yes?
Hi, I just moved into the cabin on the edge of Wiscasset Road.
I was calling to see if you had a handyman
that could come out and get the place up and running.
-Who is this? -Uh, Grayson.
Grayson Ross on Wilbur and Wiscasset.
The cabin at Wilbur Street.
Yep, that's me.
I'll send someone over. Goodbye now.
Wait. What time? Hello?
Damn it. Let's try this again.
[line ringing]
[man on recording] Thank you for calling A. King Handyman Services.
No one's available to take your call.
Please call back between the hours of 8 and 6.
[exhales]
[eerie music playing]
Let's set you free.
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[switches clicking]
[eerie music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Wendy on recording] When you hear the beep, hang up and text me instead.
Christ.
[sighs]
[eerie music playing]
[metal clanks]
[clanking continues]
-Hello? Is anyone there? -[ethereal whisper] No.
[softly grunting]
[creaking noises]
[water spraying]
[man] Whoa!
I am so sorry for scaring you.
I'm Sawyer, the handyman.
-[water stops] -Let me get you a towel.
This job is always getting me wet.
Oh, jeez.
Here.
Thanks.
These pipes haven't seen action in a long time.
-You just move in? -Just a bit of getaway.
-From? -New York.
Ah, fancy.
It's from work. Towel's clean.
You a painter?
Art. I'm an artist.
Who is your favorite artist?
Right now Matisse.
I draw a lot of inspiration from the Fauvism movement.
Bold colors. Textured brushwork.
Non-naturalistic depictions.
La Danse?
His most famous work.
Do you know that the Louvre initially snubbed Matisse?
It was actually a Russian, Sergei Shchukin,
who initially commissioned Dance and the Music,
and when he was buried, they buried Shchukin in the Montmartre,
and they consider him one of the most important collectors of the 20th century.
[chuckles] I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Acrylic, huh?
Mainly, but I've been dabbling more and more in oils.
They can take forever to set, but I like how forgiving they can be.
-Do you practice? -I do.
I'm mainly a portrait guy. Mixed medium.
You know, you'd actually make a great subject.
I'd be awful.
I could barely sit still long enough in one place.
Is that right?
Yeah, I move around a lot.
Well, I'm glad that you're here.
It gets lonely, you know.
-There's nobody really to talk to. -Oh, the irony.
I left the city for that very reason.
What's New York like?
Like somebody is pushing fast-forward on your life.
You're just moving at a speed that isn't normal.
-[cell phone buzzing] -Oh. Uh...
Get it.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
-I gotta finish anyway. -What about the electrical?
Uh, tomorrow work?
-Sure thing. -Okay.
[buzzing continues]
What?
[Wendy] Let's try that again.
I was in the middle of something.
How are you?
Good...
-Hard. -Is there someone there with you?
-No. -Are they cute?
-Uh, maybe. [laughs] -I can hear it in your voice.
Oh, God. My handyman is hot as hell.
I almost thought I was in a porn.
No distractions.
I should be good.
As long as he doesn't throw a wrench in our plans.
He won't. I'm here to work, which I probably should start doing.
I have another collector coming to town
looking for your particular style of conceptual art.
He's looking for pieces that I quote, "Transcend time and space."
Something that's not just for, "Two individuals in the same space."
Whatever that means.
-I said you'd be perfect. -Wendy, is this another NFT guy?
I can't with that. Where is Sergei Shchukin of our time?
-Did you talk to Diedre? -No. Why?
The buyer's name is Zacharia Bufor,
and the gallery girls dug out that he's Sergei's grandnephew.
Grayson?
Okay. All right. I need to get to work.
Let me know if you need anything. I'm always here for you, hon.
Okay, bye.
[ominous music playing]
[pencil scratching]
[suspenseful music playing]
[groaning]
Oof. Never again.
[music fades]
What?
-[sighs] -[switch clicks]
[rustling noises]
Sawyer?
Is that you?
[Sawyer] Let there be light!
Oh, God. Please turn the lights down. I got a pounding headache.
So I helped you organize a bit, and I found that on the stairs.
I love it, man. Did you do that last night?
Thanks. Yeah, I did.
-Is it what you're gonna paint? -Yeah, maybe.
I swear, I dreamt working on this.
It's me.
What?
The man in your sketch. It's me.
I guess it could be.
What's the going rate for a muse these days?
-Man of your dreams. -Right
[Sawyer] I'm just messing with you.
Sorry. It's weird.
I don't remember working on that last night.
Had a big night?
You signed it.
Must be mine, then.
I really like it.
Would you ever paint an actual portrait of me?
Sure.
'Cause I think the human physique is beautiful.
Yeah, definitely.
Do you wanna pick a day next week to start?
Dude, I would love that.
Plus, I could-- You know, I could learn your technique 'cause I've--
You know, I've always wanted to be a professional artist.
Why haven't you tried, you know, getting yourself out there?
Small town hang-ups, I suppose.
After my dad died, I took over the family business,
and I looked out for my mom and my sister.
And it's just really, really hard for me to leave them.
If it we're up to my mom,
I'd have a perfect, nice little family, give her some grandchildren.
But I hate to break it to her 'cause that ain't me.
-Sorry to hear that. -It happens.
Can't all be born with silver spoons in our mouths
and families that support us, right?
I've been very fortunate.
Now it's time for you to give back to the less fortunate.
I'm happy to help.
In the city, I work with a young group of artists
through a program at RISD.
I really enjoy helping them get their work out there in the world.
Man, I wish I had somebody like you in my corner.
Now you do.
It's really nice of you.
Any chance the other day that was you watching me?
Where?
Come on, outside by the road, across the street?
Sometimes at night?
Can't be me.
If it was me watching you, you'd know it was me.
-You really gotta work on your phrasing. -[laughs]
It's probably nothing. I know I stick out like a sore thumb.
Oh. And you need another one of these.
What is it?
It's a fuse for the box. General store on Davis should have it.
Yeah, I really gotta start picking up more supplies for the house.
All right. Great.
Well, maybe I'll see you tomorrow.
See you later, alligator. Oh, God.
Oh, God. Uh...
Sawyer, wait.
Can you just shoot me a text next time you're coming over?
So I know a home invasion isn't happening.
Sure thing, pal.
I mean, alligator.
Oh, God.
[insects buzzing]
-Hi. -Yes?
Any chance you carry these?
Fuse?
Yeah. Back of the store, bottom left shelf.
You know, funny thing, I used to blow these things all the time
when I'd forget to unplug the coffeemaker and run the microwave at the same time.
But doc told me I can't have coffee anymore,
so ain't really been a problem ever since.
Thanks.
Say, is there supposed to be another store on Davis Road?
We're the only one in town, far as I know.
Had a guy recommend a place there.
Ain't put a store on Davis Road in 15 years, stranger.
I used to shop there myself until my son,
God rest his soul, opened this one.
-You kept it running? -Cost more to close it.
Maybe it's been a while since your friend's been in town.
We're the only one.
Maybe. I just got into town myself.
Goes without saying.
Where you staying at, darling?
Uh, cabin up on Wilbur.
That old place? You buy it?
I didn't even know it was for sale.
My family's owned it for years. Uh, I just never got around to it.
Been here most of my life.
I've never known anyone to actually live there.
But, I mean, obviously, someone's been caring for the place,
seeing as it ain't rotted to the ground.
How are you doing today, Miss Mikayla?
-Uh, just gotta get a few more things. -All right.
You just holler if you need anything.
Not sure.
We'll find out.
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
[sighs] Cheers.
[knocking on door]
Is my Sawyer in there?
Him.
Yeah, that's my handyman.
Can I talk to him?
He's not here right now.
Well, he was earlier?
Yeah.
I don't want you to get the wrong impression here.
I just hired him to fix up this cabin.
Nothing more than a friendly acquaintance.
Is that what you call it?
It's late. Have a good night.
No, no, no. Look, I'm sorry.
It's just, he hasn't even called me.
Okay. I'll let him know that his mom came looking for him.
Wait. Can--?
Can I use your bathroom?
Sure. It's behind the staircase.
Thank you.
[door closes]
It's right over there.
[eerie music playing]
[banging noises]
[Mikayla sobbing]
Is everything all right in there?
[Mikayla] Yeah.
[sobbing continues]
Are you okay?
[door thuds]
You don't come out soon, I'm gonna have to call someone.
[gasps] What the hell is wrong with you?
Just get out.
You, get out!
[sobs] I'll come back for him.
I'll come back for him!
[lock clicks]
[music fades]
Jesus Christ.
[eerie music playing]
[music fades]
What'd I tell you?
Does this make it any better?
-Uh-huh. -[Grayson] Hm.
Okay. You're forgiven.
-Grab me that aspirin. -You got it.
Figured you had another long night, so I made this for you. Oh!
And don't forget the syrup because that is the best part.
Uh, only a little.
-You're gonna have some? -No, I ate as I cooked.
You had a visitor last night.
Huh? Who?
-Oh, you want one? -No, thank you. I don't smoke.
All right. Your mom?
My mom?
She didn't say her name.
Middle-aged, British brunette.
Pounding on my door, looking for you last night.
Yeah. Don't worry about her.
She's just probably lonely.
She clearly misses you. You should call her.
She's needy and manipulative,
and she's never around unless she needs something.
Okay, but maybe you should talk to her.
She was really upset.
I mean, I also kind of pulled a knife out on her last night.
-I'm sorry. -[both laugh]
I'm sure you were within reason.
But if she ever comes around again, call the police.
They know her, and they'll know what to do.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I have my fair share of unstable people in my life, like my ex.
Who is not really like my mom. Well, maybe a little bit like my mom.
Oh, God, this is-- This is bad.
I'm gonna have to unpack all of this with my therapist.
Did you love him?
Uh, my therapist? God, no.
Your ex.
[Grayson sighs]
If you measure how hurt I felt when I found out he cheated on me, love?
Then, yeah, I loved him.
-I kind of deserved it. -Hmm.
Nobody deserves to be hurt.
Depends on who does the hurting first.
[cell phone ringing]
Business calls.
Hi, Wendy. Uh, this is my friend Sawyer.
Hi, Miss Boss.
Ooh, hello, Mr. Handyman.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
Oh, I'm a sucker for a man who knows how to work his tools.
-Okay, that's enough of that. -[laughs]
[Wendy laughs]
Do you have any updates for your queen?
Sawyer here is going to be my model.
The new collection is going to highlight finding solitude in seclusion.
Often we forget about the benefits of healing and being alone.
I love it. I can work with this.
Let me know if you need anything.
I'll let you boys get back to it.
Bye, Wendy.
-She's interesting. -That's one way to put it.
-Shall we get started? -I'm ready.
But first...
[ominous music playing]
Wow.
How's that?
You're perfect.
Mind if I look at you while you work? Will that distract you?
It's fine as long as you're comfortable.
Are you sure you can hold this pose?
For you, I've got all the stamina in the world.
[music intensifies, then stops]
[cell phone chimes]
-[Sawyer] What's that? -My Fixer app.
[Sawyer] You're cheating on me with another handyman?
I put up a profile and made myself available.
-Maybe the ex will see it. -Oh, it's for dating.
I thought it was for handymen.
Should really change their name.
They do that for the branding, I guess, to be discreet for the culture.
So you can see a picture of them before you meet?
Yeah.
Why would you want to meet someone without knowing what they look like?
Hmm.
You know, my back, it is starting to hurt.
I might need to stretch.
-Let's take a break. -All right.
Ooh. Got this awful knot.
I get them in the same spot. Come here, sit.
[Sawyer groans]
Can you help a brother out?
Yeah. Right there?
-Lower. -Okay.
All right. Okay.
Yeah. I don't wanna hurt you.
-You can actually add more pressure. -Wow.
-And can I see that thing on your phone? -Uh, yeah.
Knock yourself out.
And you can go harder.
-Does that feel good? -Yeah.
Slim pickings out here.
This is such a convenient way to meet people.
[thuds]
-Did you hear that? -[Sawyer] Yeah.
I told you my back was bad.
[thuds]
I think somebody's outside.
-[gasps] -[ominous music playing]
[Grayson] Nobody there.
-You hungry? -I'm still pretty full from lunch.
Google says Casablanca is pretty good for takeout.
-Yeah? -Come on. Let's get out.
You know, my back still hurts, so I might hang here if that's cool.
-But you should go, though. -Of course.
Um, can I get you anything?
I will have whatever you're having.
-Okay, I'll be back. -Okay.
[engine starts]
[eerie music playing]
Sawyer?
Sawyer, please?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Mikayla] Sawyer!
Sawyer! Sawyer!
Help me!
Help, help!
[Mikayla sobs]
Please, help me!
[indistinct chatter]
[cell phone chimes]
[tense music playing]
Sawyer!
[Mikayla screams]
-No! Help! -[man] Come here!
[groaning]
No, Sawyer.
[music fades]
[cell phone chimes]
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
Hope you're hungry.
Sawyer?
[exhales sharply]
No.
[eerie music playing]
[music fades]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[man on recording] Thank you for calling A. King Handyman Services.
-No one's available to take your-- -No, no, no.
Stop acting crazy.
[eerie music playing]
[knocking on door]
Wendy, why are you here?
I wanted to see my favorite artist.
Really?
That, and I needed to check the temp in person for your progress.
Come in.
Thank you.
This way.
I've been waking up hungover,
even though I haven't been drinking any alcohol.
Here, take a look.
It's not finished yet.
Wow!
When will it be finished?
I'm gonna forward this.
A work in progress.
-Thanks. -[camera clicks]
Well, Gray, maybe this cabin wasn't such a bad idea.
Should I set you up an appointment with a doctor for your headaches?
[sighs] I doubt he's making house calls in Pennsylvania.
Where are you staying?
I am staying in a resort 45 minutes away, so I'll be close by if you need anything.
Supposed to be nice.
And it gives me an excuse to leave the kids with my ex
so I have a little me time.
Us time, but mostly me.
You can stay here if you want.
Hm. Charming.
Why don't you give me a tour? And when can I meet this muse?
You need to go. I've got work to do and a bath to take.
You're right. Stay focused.
I should get back so I can upload this to the office
and see if we get any bites.
How about I pick us up some lunch later?
I'll text you.
What's in the shed?
-Junk. -Hm.
Drive safe.
Toodles.
[eerie music playing]
-[Sawyer laughing] -[music fades]
What the hell?
I'm sorry.
I thought you'd need a new towel since those are covered in paint.
God, this is getting creepy.
You can't just show up here whenever you please.
You just ghosted me.
I picked up dinner and everything last night.
Can you please...?
You know, I thought we were friends.
I barely know you.
I see.
Okay, that was harsh.
I'm grateful for the work you've done at the cabin,
but I feel like you're playing some kind of mind games with me.
You know, I just got out of a relationship.
I'm not trying to deal with another one.
[eerie music playing]
And the painting.
Did you work on that last night?
No.
Never. What are you talking about?
Unless I'm sleepwalking, the painting of you in there is finished.
I am nowhere near as talented as you, Mr. RISD.
I don't trust you.
Okay. Breathe.
Why are you pushing me away?
I want the keys to the cabin.
Not that I gave them to you in the first place.
-Hey. -Sawyer, I own this cabin, not you.
I'm just trying to help.
Where's your car? Or truck?
I walk here.
I haven't used my truck in years.
The nearest house is miles away.
[sighs]
Your jacket says Wheeler Hands.
Do you not work for A. King's?
My God.
I never called you.
Okay.
I can explain.
I think you need to leave.
It has been really hard for me to tell you what's going on.
Get out.
I understand.
Sawyer!
Shit.
Sawyer!
Sawyer, you up there?
Sawyer?
[suspenseful music playing]
[cell phone ringing]
[creaking noises]
[Wendy] Grayson?
Hello?
Uh, yeah. I've got to get back to work.
Okay, well, I'm coming over tonight. Don't hang up on me.
[music fades]
-[door opens] -[bell dings]
[Barbara] Whoa! You are in quite the hurry there, young man.
Would you say you know most people in this town?
Yeah, more or less.
I mean, maybe not some visitors like yourself.
Sawyer. Do you know a Sawyer?
[scoffs] Sure, I know Sawyer.
Okay. What's his deal?
Should I be afraid?
Well, you can most days find big old Sawyer
camping out on his farm on Franklin Lane.
This guy.
That ain't Sawyer.
Good-looking, though.
Are you sure you don't know this guy?
Looks familiar.
Hold on a second.
Says he works for Wheeler Hands?
Wheeler hasn't been in business for years. Not since Jeremy passed away.
Well, actually, I'm not sure what happened to Jeremy,
now that I come to think of it.
What is going on? I think I'm being scammed.
Here you go.
-Careful out there. -[eerie music playing]
Wouldn't want you to go missing too.
What?
How did you do that sketch?
You an artist?
[ethereal whisper] Grayson.
Sawyer!
I know you're in here.
You need to come out.
Sawyer? Goddamn it! Stop playing games!
I was really starting to enjoy that game of hide-and-seek.
You've been living here this entire time.
You found my hiding spot.
But you're missing.
I mean, if people stop looking for you, are you really missing?
What are you hiding from?
It's a long, long story.
Stop. Just stop.
It doesn't take much to seduce you.
I'm trying to help you.
Just tell me what's going on.
Okay.
But if I tell you...
you have to promise me you'll stay.
I promise.
I'm dead.
You promised me you'd stay.
How is this possible?
What happened to you?
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[woman1 on phone] Welcome to the party line.
Dial your group's extension or listen to the directory.
[woman 2 on phone] I ate too much. But, hey, I gotta run, okay?
[man on phone] Okay.
Hello.
Who's this?
This is Sawyer from Wilkes.
Wilkes?
I know where that is.
How old are you, Sawyer?
I am 28 years young.
You?
Same.
What do you look like?
You know, you sound a lot older than me.
But I'm, uh...
I think I'm pretty average.
It's all the smoking I do. It gives me this raspy voice.
Love me an average guy.
I'm pretty average myself.
Is there anyone else out in the chat?
I think it's just me and you, Sawyer.
What are you doing?
I'm fixing up a cabin.
A handyman?
Yeah, I got running water.
Sounds civilized.
When you inviting me over?
I hardly know you.
Really?
I feel like we both like the same things.
You're bored.
I'm bored.
Let's be bored together.
Well, I am crashing at the cabin I'm fixing up.
So if you don't mind a little construction mess...
Family kick you out too, huh?
Yeah.
My mom is not a fan of the sinning.
I will miss my sister.
Hey, how about, uh...?
How about you come over tonight?
Would love to.
Need me to bring anything?
I got some beer.
How about wine?
You're fancy.
What's your name, by the way?
Tyler.
I already told you. You forgot.
No, you didn't.
I get off work around 6.
Should take me a few to get to Wilkes.
Maybe I'll take a nap.
Good.
You'll need to save your strength.
Address?
15 Wilbur.
I'll see you tonight, Sawyer.
[line clicks]
[ominous music playing]
[truck door opens, then closes]
Whoa, it's you?
[thudding and crashing]
[bottle shatters]
[Sawyer grunting]
Help! Help! Help!
Help, please!
Help!
No! No! No!
No! Help!
Help!
Help! Please!
[screams]
[somber music playing]
I didn't know how to tell you.
I really struggled with how to tell you.
I felt your pain.
How?
So you're here.
How are you here?
I woke up...
every night someone came to the cabin, but I can never leave.
[music fades]
And other people have stayed here.
But every time I try to reach out, they flee.
And then you came.
And something about you...
gave me the ability to communicate.
It made me make whatever this is stronger.
I felt connected.
Maybe it's 'cause we are connected.
Why weren't you up front with me?
I didn't know what was going on.
And I didn't wanna scare you away.
Plus, I feel the same way.
I'm drawn to you, Grayson. I'm drawn out by you.
I...
I can't believe this is happening.
Hey.
Come here.
I guess this makes you 30 years older than me.
[both chuckle]
-This is a first. -[laughs]
Look, I need to... I need to show you something.
[cell phone buzzing]
[scoffs] She can wait.
Follow me.
Why are we here?
Dig.
This is the one part of the cabin I can't affect.
Keep going.
Please.
[grunting]
You're almost there.
[cell phone buzzing]
God, she's relentless.
[bone crunches]
[somber music playing]
[haunting music playing]
That's me.
[car door shuts]
[Wendy] Grayson!
Sawyer!
Sawyer.
Grayson!
Grayson, I see you.
Open up!
Wendy.
[Wendy] Oh!
Okay. We have a lot to discuss,
but right now it feels like my bladder is about to burst.
-Can you open this? -The door's unlocked.
-Why are you covered in dirt? -Just doing some work outside.
This really couldn't have been a phone call?
Hold on. I would have done that. But someone's been ignoring my calls.
Yeah, well, I've been busy.
I drove all this way here because I have a buyer interested in your painting.
-[toilet flushes] -And I am such a good friend,
I wanted to tell you in person.
Okay. How much?
Wow, okay. Straight to business. A hundred thousand.
[music fades]
-Hey. You okay? -I'm fine. I'm fine.
Okay, well, we should jump on this.
I'm excited. Where is it?
The painting.
It's beautiful. Yet...
so vulnerable.
It's like he's asking for help.
But only you as a viewer can do anything about it.
Gray, this might be my favorite piece of yours thus far. Bravo!
You can take it. I've gotta get started on my next one.
-[Wendy] Um... -Oh, my...
Well, uh...
We've got one tiny problem.
-What now? -He wants to meet you first.
-Great. Have him call me. -No.
In person.
[gasps] Shit! Gray.
-Does that happen all the time? -It's probably just the wind.
Or a ghost.
Hmm. Well, you still owe me a grand tour.
No, the place is a mess.
Just wait to come back after I finish remodeling it.
Don't be ridiculous. I love a fixer-upper.
Stop making this a project. Just live your own life.
No. You are not pushing me away.
I am immune to Grayson-ing.
Besides, cabin's just a little run down, but I see the potential.
You need to go.
You still owe me a tour. Maybe a drink to celebrate.
Wendy, I'm exhausted.
-Please. -Uh-uh. Don't be rude.
Plus, I still want to meet this Sawyer.
Oh, I see it.
Once we get this cleaned up, we can have your art gallery here.
-Ow! -Stop, stop. You can't go in there.
-What do you mean? -You can't go in there.
-Stop. It's-- -Okay. Ow! Stop. Let me just look at it.
We can clean this up.
Oh, I can see it now. Oh, gosh.
-It's not safe. -Jesus!
-It's not safe. Just... -Okay.
Okay. We'll just even the ground.
Gray, what is--?
[eerie music playing]
Gray?
Gray, what is that?
When you stop, I can explain.
-Stop. -Okay, okay, okay. Stay back.
Stay-- Stay back!
[gasps] Stay back.
[gasps] Get back.
Wendy. Wait, wait.
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
Shit.
[engine starts]
Stay away from me!
-Now, where do you think you're going? -[screams]
Wendy, stop.
Just stop, I can explain.
[screaming]
Get off! Get off! [screams]
Oh, God. Wendy. No.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
No.
[ethereal whisper] Grayson.
Where the fuck are you?
[Sawyer] Look, I didn't mean for her to get hurt.
Talk about wrong place, wrong time.
She didn't do anything. Why didn't you just let her go?
-I was protecting us. -From what?
The evils of the outside world.
I'd rather take my chances than be stuck in here with you.
You looking for this?
-Just give me it. Just give me it. -Just relax.
Relax, will you? Fuck's sake!
Jesus.
None of this is real.
Yeah?
Feels pretty real to me.
This isn't right.
It's not right.
I need to call the cops.
-I need to get help for Wendy. -And tell them what?
You got two dead bodies in a hole you dug by yourself.
And guess what.
You can't blame me because I've been dead for decades.
I didn't do anything.
Yeah, I know.
And I will protect you.
But I need your help.
Okay. How?
I like it better when we cooperate.
Here's what we're gonna do. Okay?
We're gonna catch my killer. We're gonna make him pay.
And then we can make art together.
We can support each other, like real partners.
I'd love that.
Yeah?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Sawyer groans]
That wasn't very nice.
[both grunting]
[Grayson yells]
[Sawyer grunting]
[Sawyer yells]
If I can't be with you, then I'll just be you.
[shrieking]
[Grayson screaming]
[haunting music playing]
Hm.
Much better.
["Borderline Love" playing] ♪ ...reasons to hate him ♪
♪ It goes like this ♪ [lyrics echoing]
[camera clicking]
♪ It goes like this ♪
♪ I hate you ♪
♪ Don't leave me ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Please forgive me ♪
♪ I forgive you ♪
[song fading out]
[ominous music playing]
[engine starts]
[inaudible dialogue]
[grunting]
[eerie music playing]
[both grunting]
How does it feel to be the helpless one now?
[Allen] I'll kill you.
I'll kill you. [groans]
[gasps]
[groans]
Painting your agonized face
as you feel the pain you've caused so many...
is giving me exactly the artistic inspiration I need.
[Allen laughs, then coughs]
[Allen coughing]
[whimpering]
-[both grunt] -[tense music playing]
[car alarm blaring]
[all screaming]
-[Wendy yells] -[grunts]
[Grayson groans, then coughs]
[Grayson] No, Wendy, wait!
[Wendy grunts]
[gasps]
[whimpers]
Is he--?
Oh, my God.
I thought he was gonna kill you.
Grayson, who is he?
You saved me.
No, no, we have to call the ambulance. Maybe they-- Grayson!
[suspenseful music playing]
[groans]
No, no.
What are you doing?!
What are you doing?
Don't. Don't. Don't.
[Grayson grunts, then yells]
Hey. It's all finished. I need light.
Grayson?
[sobbing]
This is wrong.
I need to call the police.
Wait. I'm almost done.
[music fades]
-You did all of these? -They came with the cabin.
S.W.?
Sawyer Wheeler.
[haunting music playing]
How is this possible?
I don't know how to explain it.
[Wendy] Okay.
So, what do we do now?
-[yells] -[Wendy screams]
[yells, then groans]
No.
I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
No!
-No! -Ray!
[grunts]
[music fades]
[line dialing]
[police dispatcher] 911. What's your emergency?
Hello.
-Yes, I'm here. -Can you send help?
Yes, ma'am. What is the address you are calling from?
[dramatic music playing]
[coughing and groaning]
[groans]
Oh! My head!
Sorry about that.
Side effects of possession and living in a haunted house.
It was you.
This entire time.
It was us.
We made beautiful art together, Grayson.
It was you.
It was you too.
Thank you.
For staying.
Thank you for believing in me.
And just so you know...
you're worth staying for too.
What about Allen?
I don't know how it works.
I think he's stuck in that painting like I was stuck in the cabin.
So, what happens now?
I get to rest. I guess.
-At least you'll be with your mother. -[Sawyer] My mother?
That's my baby sister.
But, yeah, we get to be together.
I know how my disappearance made her feel crazy.
I have to go.
You can stay.
Stay.
Goodbye, Grayson.
[door opens]
You okay?
How's this for your next showing?
[music fades]
[Rosalee] I'm dying to see Grayson's new piece.
I think I have another buyer,
and you and I can work on the deal together.
He's just inside the studio. They're wrapping up the doc interview.
-Why don't you have a seat? Mm-hmm. -Thanks.
[man] What do you want the audience to take away from this collection?
[Grayson] Mmm. Reverence. For the dead.
I don't know, Harry.
Realizing how fragile our lives are.
Do you feel responsible?
For what happened to the people here?
A little.
My family did own a cabin that a monster buried the bodies of all his victims.
Maybe if we didn't neglect it, like we do most things in our lives,
evil wouldn't have had a chance to fester.
Is it true that your painting may be the only existence of Allen King's image,
other than a driver's license taken 20 years ago?
I won't lie, it's been a battle to...
render such a monster...
in such a tangible way.
But art...
Art is as healing as it is all about creation.
If you can confront your demons and give them form...
you can find some healing.
And maybe someday forgive.
[Harry] We can cut here.
We'll need some B-roll and a few minutes to set up the reveal.
Uh, just come grab us when you guys are ready.
[Wendy] Rosalee.
Grayson Ross.
Hi, Grayson. The collection is an awakening.
I was telling Paolo how divergent this work is
from any of your previous work.
I hope you enjoy the centerpiece.
You are the first person outside our circle to be seeing it today.
I'm sure it's remarkable.
I was gonna wait for the unveiling,
but I saw a little preview,
thanks to Wendy, of the other pieces.
I would love to introduce you to Jean-Paul,
the museum director at the Pomp.
Wow, Paris would be a dream.
-If you'll excuse me. -Of course.
[haunting music playing]
Let's get you a comfortable spot for the unveiling.
-Follow me. -Thanks.
Excuse me.
Oh, my God.
How did that happen? Were you in the shed?
Yes.
You should tell the rest of your crew to stay clear of that area.
Can I get you something for this cut?
That isn't Grayson.
What?
[gasps]
[music fades]
Hi. Are you part of the crew?
Excuse me.
[Rosalee] Can't wait to see this.
[Harry] Okay.
Roll camera. Grayson, whenever you're ready.
It isn't Grayson.
I present the last piece of the ladybug series.
What do you think about this for your next showing?
Sawyer?
Allen?
[suspenseful music playing]
[haunting music playing]
Jenny, listen to me.
I need you to call Todd, my neighbor. He's a priest.
His number should be in my contacts. And tell him to get on this site.
Tell him it is an emergency.
Okay?
Hello?
Jenny!
[screams]
[music playing]