["A Dream Of You" playing]
[song continues on speakers]
[chattering indistinctly]
Mmm.
- [grunts] - [Tom] Thank you.
[grunts] All right.
No, no, no. I got this.
Hmm.
See you around.
Can't believe it's over.
I'm gonna take Evan to a Red Sox game.
Mm-hmm.
Leave you with this?
- Mm-hmm. - See you later.
See you later.
[groans]
[song ends]
[Dale] Do you think it's skin cancer?
Oh, yeah. Yes.
[printer whirring]
[phone ringing in distance]
[footsteps approaching]
Tom?
The phone's been ringing off the hook.
- Mitch called. - Mm-hmm.
Ray Mellor called. Kurt Warburton called.
They've been looking for you for two days.
Ruth,
don't worry. Everything's fine.
[intriguing music playing]
[sighs]
[music fades]
Okay.
[sighs, clicks tongue]
[scoffs, sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[phone dialing]
[line ringing]
Evan?
I got sandwiches!
And it looks like you've got mail!
[Evan] Welcome home, Tom.
Hey. You were asleep this morning, I…
You went through the basement?
No, I went through your trunk. What the hell is in the basement?
[voice on phone] This is the Driftwood Diner. Leave a message.
[phone beeps]
Hello. My name is Patricia.
Um, I ordered a chicken parm and a slice of the coconut cream pie,
and I've got a turkey patty with no bun and a single sausage link.
And I don't want a refund,
I just want the person who did this to find out.
And I don't want the person who did this to get into trouble,
I just… you know, I just… [sighs] …want them to learn from it.
I don't… [sighs]
- Better yet, I think I-- - The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any messages at this time. Goodbye.
[stutters] Great.
Um… [sighs]
[ominous music playing]
[sighs]
[Evan] I'd love to know the story behind this heartwarming pic.
- I mean, what the fuck? - Okay. Okay.
[music fades]
Why did you tell me she died during childbirth?
Because she did.
She was never the same after you were born.
Okay.
What does that mean?
She had a preeclampsia-induced stroke.
And after that, she wasn't right.
She wasn't right how?
[Tom] It-It… It did something to her brain.
To her mind.
[clicks tongue] And it affected her behavior.
She wasn't safe to be around.
And so, I had…
I had to commit her to The Home.
What's "The Home"?
It was a very nice home here on the island
for people struggling with mental issues.
Like an… Like a mental institution?
- Like an insane asylum? - No.
[melancholic music playing]
[softly] Yeah.
She died two years later of a brain aneurysm.
She loved you so much.
Yeah, I read the letters.
[Tom sighs]
[Evan] Can I read one?
[ominous music playing]
"Dear Evan,
I need your baby hands to get the keys
and your little fingers to reach up my nose
to pull the scorpion out of my brain.
Watch out for that stinger.
Love, your mother."
That's nice.
That's really nice.
Another?
"Dear Evan…"
- ["Our Love Is Young" playing on radio] - [muttering indistinctly]
- Uh… - [gasps] Oh, God. Oh, you…
- Oh, my God. Oh, you scared me. - [chuckles] I'm sorry. Sorry.
[Gerrie] Oh, gee… [chuckles]
[exhales sharply]
Can we talk?
Yeah. [stammers] Of course, yeah.
- What is it, Wyck? - Yeah. Right.
Well… [clears throat]
…there's something I've had in my wallet for a very long time,
and, uh…
I think it's time I tell you why.
- Oh. - Mmm.
[grunts] Remember the…
- Oh, yes, I do. [chuckles] - Yeah. [chuckles]
[dust pan clattering]
- [clears throat] - [Gerrie] Hey, honey.
- [sniffs] Oh, hey there, Wyck. Hey. - Mmm.
- Well, look at that. - [Gerrie chuckles]
Ha! Honey… [chuckles] …that's your high school sweetheart, Wyck.
- Yeah. - [chuckles] You old dog.
[both laughing]
Yeah.
- [Gerrie chuckles, sniffs] - Well, I better get going.
I got a lot of photos I gotta give away today. [chuckles]
- Oh, okay, okay. - [Wyck chuckles]
Well…
Yeah.
[husband] Uh, oh, mind the glass. I might not have gotten it all.
What happened here?
[husband] Probably tourist kids who heard the Boogeyman stories.
[ominous music playing]
[crickets chirping]
[eerie music playing]
- ["Caribbean Blue" playing on speakers] - I think… leave.
I'm gonna say goodbye. Disgusting.
Okay. Ugh.
Um… yeah.
Okay. So I might need these… [muttering]
Oh, um…
Yeah.
[exhales deeply]
[car alarm honking]
[alarm stops]
[yawns]
[sighs]
[floorboards creak]
[floorboards creaking]
[person breathing heavily]
[Patricia breathing shakily]
[breathes shakily]
[floorboards creak]
[crickets chirping]
[breathing shakily]
[tense music playing]
[howling in distance]
[sinister music playing]
[screaming]
[music fades]
[music resumes]
[exclaims, panting]
Open the door!
Open the door.
I…
No! Oh, God. Ah!
[whimpering, panting]
[music continues]
[Patricia screams]
Oh, God.
[panting]
[yells]
[panting]
- [Wyck] Patricia! - [music stops]
Patricia!
[dramatic music playing]
[yells]
Help! Wyck!
[groans, yells]
Oh, God. Help!
[yelling, panting]
Help! Help!
Help!
[panting] Hel… Hel…
Hey! Hey!
Help! It's Patricia!
Hey! Help!
"All spring she'd worn the half-a-heart pendant while Samuel wore the other half."
- [host] What? - You remember those?
- Those little pendants? - [host] That's your favorite part?
- Whatever. I know… - That is cute.
- …I seem so cold, but I have a heart. - That is goofy.
- [screaming] - [host] Oh, my God!
- Patricia? - [friend 1] What the fuck?
[Kris] What is she doing here?
[host] I know I didn't invite her this time.
- I just… - [friend 1] What the…
- Patricia, can I help you? - [shushing]
- [Kris] What are you doing? - [host] What is going on?
- [Kris] Seriously? - [shushes]
- [Kris] Excuse me. What are you doing? - No. Shut up.
- [host] Patricia-- - Shut the fuck up!
- Oh, my gosh. Uh, Patricia. - What is happening right now?
- I… - Patricia?
[pants] Call the police! He's back!
- Who's back? - You know who.
The Boogeyman! Call the police!
- What? Okay… - Call the police.
…you have to be joking. Are-Are you really still doing this?
- The phone line is out. - [friend 2] Oh, my God.
- [friend 1] What? - [host] Oh, that's strange.
[panting] Uh… Do you have a back door?
- Okay. - Do you have a back door?
- Yes, yes. - All right, make sure it's locked. Now!
- And turn off all the lights. - No, no!
Don't play her game.
Don't… Everybody knows that she lied about the calls.
All right. I lied about the calls.
- [friend 1 gasps] - I knew it!
- Oh, my God. - Didn't I say it?
- You said it. You said it! - I said it.
I just… I… I felt left out,
I told one person, they told everyone,
and… and then I had to double down.
But I swear to God,
he came to my house that night, and I swear he's back.
Okay. Good to know.
- Bye-bye. - Kris, I'm just telling you
- so that you-- - [screams] Go away!
Stop making this about you. It's not about you!
I'm sorry, but I am not the reason that you don't have any friends.
It's because you're fucking insane. Okay?
Your little party? It almost killed everyone.
And now you've ruined book club.
You're so annoying.
Just go bye-bye, all right?
Go bye-bye.
Bye-bye. Okay?
Bye-bye.
Bye-b-- [groans]
[all gasping, clamoring] Oh, my God. Kris!
She's the worst! She's the fucking worst.
And… [scoffs, stammers] …I'm sorry.
- [host] Kris, are you okay? - You okay?
Hello?
[ominous music playing]
[host] Where's she going?
Patricia. What?
[speaking indistinctly]
[friend 1] Guys, I'm gonna call 911 to report the incident here.
[speaking indistinctly]
[ominous music continues]
[host] God. [scoffs] I want her to get off my lawn.
[Patricia panting]
[speaking indistinctly]
[friend 1] She's still out there?
[dramatic sting plays]
He's inside the house! Get…
Get out of there!
Get… [pants]
Oh, d… [panting]
He's gonna kill you!
Get out of there!
- [rapid footsteps] - [music fades]
- [screams] Goddamn! - [host] What was that?
[panting]
[ominous music resumes]
[yelps] Fuck!
- [groans] - [music intensifies]
No! [grunts] No!
- [horn honks] - [tires screech]
- [crashes] - [music fades]
[distorted] Can you hear me?
Hey, hey. Take it easy.
Looks like you hit your head.
- [paramedic] I've got a pulse. - [muttering]
[paramedic] He's alive.
- [ominous music resumes] - No, no, no. [grunts]
- Whoa. Whoa. - Give me your keys. I'll run him over.
- What? - Give me your keys.
I need to run him over.
Welcome back, bud.
Run! [grunts]
[chokes]
Just run!
- Oh, fuck! - Just…
[menacing music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[choking]
[breathing heavily]
No! [screams]
[grunts, panting]
[whimpers]
[music fades]
"Dear Evan.
Everyone has two mothers. A mother and a secret mother.
Which one am I?
I am your secret mom, and I live in a secret house.
They won't let me out. When you're a little older,
you can come here and pretend to be that awful mailman.
To review, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm already dead.
It's too late. Come soon. Mother."
Sounds good.
[melancholic music playing]
[sighs]
[sniffs]
[smacks lips] This was your mother.
And this.
This.
And this person
wouldn't want you to remember the other.
Why did you hide those from me?
Oh, because they make me sadder than I already am.
I'm so sorry, Evan.
Why do we never leave this island?
[music fades]
We can.
We can leave this island.
- [Evan] Sox tickets? - Yeah.
- Is this real? - Yes, it's real.
- Yeah-- - We… No.
It… W-We're gonna make a weekend of it in Boston.
- This… This weekend. - You're being serious?
Yes, I'm being serious.
Because things are gonna be different from now on.
[gentle music playing]
[both laugh]
[Patricia screaming, panting]
[screams, grunts]
[faint rock music playing on speakers]
- How's it going? - [clerk] Hey.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic sting plays]
[ominous music playing]
Fuck.
I have to eat this here. My wife can't stand the smell. So…
- [stammers] …can you give me… - Cool.
[pants] I need 20 on three.
Twenty on three.
[sniffs]
[ominous music continues]
Uh, you're not supposed to do that. [sighs]
Oh, my God.
[music intensifies]
[Taser crackling]
- Oh! - Oh, my God!
Oh, no, no, no!
[Bechir] Fucking hell.
No, don't! No, you're ruining it!
Oh, my… [groans]
[clerk groaning, choking]
[Patricia] Put him down!
Good God, may I live.
[choking]
Drop him!
[yells]
- [bushes rustle] - [body thuds]
- [groaning] - [music intensifies]
[breathing heavily]
- [gunshot] - [grunts, breathing heavily]
[music intensifies]
[music ends]
[grunts]
["Caribbean Blue" playing]
Is there another way out?
- No. - Okay, thank you so much.
[sighs]
Okay.
[music fades]
[Wyck sighs]
[reporter] Coming up, what initially looked like high winds is starting
- to look like the storm of the century. - [Bechir] Okay. [chuckles]
No, I'm fine. I promise.
It's, uh, it's just a flesh wound.
He just wants me to rest for a couple weeks.
[wife] Vermont's looking better now I bet.
- [Bechir laughs] - [wife] I love you. [kisses]
- [Bechir] I love you. - [wife] I'm gonna get you another snack.
[Bechir] Mmm.
- [both chuckle] - [ominous music playing]
[wife] Hi.
Uh, um…
I didn't know Chelle was pregnant.
[gasps] She is?
[chuckles]
Ah.
I'm sorry. It's the morphine. You know, Dr. Morgan doesn't play around.
I thought she was in her 40s.
[shushes]
You tryna die twice tonight?
Does Loftis know?
Ah, no.
No, I figured all that stuff with his wife…
Yeah.
Patricia.
What the hell did I see out there?
[breathing heavily]
[sniffs]
[sighs]
Listen to me. You have to go.
No, see here. You ain't gotta tell me twice.
- I'm… [stutters, sighs] - No.
Right now.
You can't have your child here.
Why?
- [music fades] - Shit. Well, I'm not learning shit
from any of this.
You can't go to Boston and not walk the Freedom Trail.
I can't wait to go and not walk the Freedom Trail.
[sports commentator speaking indistinctly on TV]
You know what we should do while we're there?
What?
Check out some colleges.
- Really? - Yes, really.
- I would love… [chuckles] - [knocks on door]
[wind howling]
It's not over.
[ominous music playing]
[sighs]
[softly] No.
[sighs]
- [wind howling intensifies] - [thunder rumbling]