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(light static whirring)
(heavy footsteps)
(light static whirring)
(heavy footsteps)
(indistinct eerie whispering)
(heavy footsteps)
(light clattering)
(door clicks open)
(door sliding open)
(quiet clattering)
(footsteps fading)
(loud clattering) (man screaming)
(woman screaming) (loud crashing)
- [Jill] Help me!
(woman screaming) (loud crashing)
(screaming stops abruptly)
(heavy footsteps)
(door clicking open)
(heavy footsteps)
(light static whirring)
(distant train horn blaring)
(phone clattering)
(Ryan sighs)
(pills rattling in bottle)
(Ryan grimaces)
- Mom, it's Ryan.
I just watched that security footage from Jill's.
Yeah.
Did the police send that to you?
Oh, the security company, they sent it directly to you?
Wow.
The police gotta have it too then, I guess.
Yeah, well, hopefully that's just what they're telling us.
I mean, they gotta be able to solve it now.
The whole thing's on...
It's on tape, right?
No, I'm heading down there now.
I'll be there...
Check in's at noon, I think they said.
Answer it.
Answer it, yeah.
I'll call you when I get there.
All right.
I'll call you when I get there, I will.
All right. Love you.
Bye.
Jack, it's Ryan Graph.
Yeah, I'm on the road now, about an hour from Raven.
Okay, so what, you'll be there around 1:00?
(quiet shuffling)
- [Receptionist] Hey, how we doing today?
- [Ryan] Hey, how's it going?
I'm checking in for a few nights.
- [Receptionist] All right. Last name?
- [Ryan] Graph. Ryan Graph.
- [Receptionist] Looks like we've got you at room 103.
- [Ryan] Okay.
- [Receptionist] The sink's got small leak going on,
our maintenance guys is gonna be stopping around.
(door whines open)
(knocking on door)
(loud shuffling)
- [Jack] Ryan?
- Jack, it's good to see you in person.
- Good to be seen.
- Oh, come in please.
Can I get you something to drink?
Water? Coffee?
- Coffee would be great, thanks.
- I also have a camera rolling right now.
I hope it's all right.
- Why?
- Oh, well, I'm kind of filming everything
about the case right now.
I figure I might find some new information
to bring to the media or, I don't know,
something to put some pressure on the police
to solve this thing.
- Not a bad idea.
- I really appreciate you jumping on board with this.
The police haven't given us any information
and I knew I couldn't just sit around and do nothing.
Yeah, I've been rereading that for the 10th time
trying to see if I missed anything.
- Thanks.
That security footage from your sister's house was...
Interesting.
When was the last time you spoke to her?
- Probably about a week before all this happened.
Right around New Year's.
She mentioned something about finding a broken clock
on her front porch.
- A clock? What do you mean?
- Yeah, I don't know, she just said something
about finding a broken clock on her front porch.
I didn't really think much of it at the time,
but I mean, now it kind of stands out.
- Where's this clock now?
- I don't know.
I told the police. They probably took it.
- Tell me a little bit about your sister.
- Well, she's my older sister.
Four years older.
She was a fifth grade history teacher.
And we're both from upstate New York originally,
but her husband, Brad, he got a good job
with his union about two years ago
and they moved down to Raven then.
- Okay.
And how long were they married?
- Three years.
- Any crazy exes? Either of them?
- I mean, married together for six years,
so exes aren't really in the picture at this point.
- And do you know if they lived a swinger lifestyle
or were involved in any drug activity?
- Nothing in their lifestyle
would've led to anything like this,
that's why it's so baffling.
Sorry, this is all just kind of...
It's kind of too familiar.
My dad, when Jill and I were both kids,
he was killed on duty.
- On duty?
- Yeah.
He was a homicide detective for the NYPD.
He was investigating some case
and he was killed by a drugged out homeless guy
in an abandoned house.
- Hmm. What was your dad's name?
- Samuel Graph.
I mean, it destroyed my mom.
She wouldn't even go to the morgue to see his body.
And then her daughter.
(loud clapping)
Anyway, I'm in town for the next four days,
so I'm gonna be looking into this as well.
- Oh, wait.
Hey, I told you on the phone that I work alone.
- Yeah, no, I know.
You mentioned that.
I mean, this is extremely personal for me.
I mean, this is my sister.
- Listen.
I get it, but personal is the last thing you want
in something like this.
I'll double the rate we agreed on.
- [Jack] So you're just gonna have to
stay outta the way on this,
do your filming from a distance.
Did you just get that camera?
- [Ryan] No, I own a small production company up in New York
doing commercials, mainly.
I get it from my dad, I guess.
He used to film everything.
- [Jack] I'm surprised the police aren't guarding this.
- [Ryan] That's Jill's car.
- [Jack] Well, we'll take a look around,
but we gotta be quick.
- [Ryan] God.
It's eerie just being here.
I can't believe my sister's house is a crime scene.
- Okay, be careful where you're stepping.
We can't go inside in case forensics isn't finished.
- [Ryan] Oh, God.
(leaves rustling)
(Ryan exhales shakily)
Hey, man.
As a kid, Jill loved snowmen,
and the Christmas right before he died,
my dad got her this stuffed snowman doll.
And she still sleeps with it!
Sorry, I mean, slept with it every night.
I hope the police find that.
- So the person went in through the sliding glass door,
looking through the kitchen window.
And then headed back that way on foot,
which means either they parked nearby and walked
or they live within walking distance.
- [Ryan] The train was heard not very long after they left.
I mean, that can't be a coincidence.
The only thing that makes sense to me right now
is this being completely random.
Some drifter-
- We got a boot print.
Could be one of the police.
It doesn't look like a police boot to me.
- [Ryan] What do you have?
- Blood.
(leaves rustling)
- Hey! You can't be here.
Didn't you see the caution tape?
It's an active crime scene,
I need you to head back to your vehicle.
- [Ryan] Sorry, officer.
This was my sister's house,
I just wanted to be able to see the place.
- It doesn't matter, you gotta head out here.
I understand what you're saying and I'm sorry for your loss,
but it's an active crime scene, you have to leave.
- [Ryan] Did you guys collect that boot print
in the yard over there? - Sir.
Sir, you guys need to leave.
- [Jack] Hey, Ryan, I'll be in the car.
- [Ryan] Look man, my sister's funeral
is on Tuesday and we still can't even make sense
of what even the fuck happened here.
- Look, I can give you my supervisor's number,
but after that, you have to leave.
- Yeah, hi, my name is Ryan Graph.
I'm the brother of Jill Dockson,
who was killed at our house
on Hilltop Drive back on January 8th.
I just talked to one of your deputies
at the house, actually,
and I was calling to see if I could schedule a meeting
to see where you guys are at in this investigation.
Wait, sorry, they've taken the case over now?
He says the feds have taken over the case.
Wouldn't tell me anything else.
- I'm still in contact with a few guys in there.
I'll see what I can find out.
(footsteps crunching over stones)
This is likely where the train was
that we heard on the surveillance video.
Now, whether or not the train is connected
or if the suspect even came this way is...
I can't be sure.
- [Ryan] If it isn't connected,
he could have gone anywhere from here.
- I'll check the logs from that night
to see which way the train was coming from
and where it was going.
(metal dinging)
(train whirring past loudly)
- [Weather Reporter] There'll be a few showers
around as well.
Getting showers in tonight followed by mainly cloudy skies.
(door slams shut)
(loud shuffling of coat)
(entry bell dings)
- [Jack] Hey, my name's Jack.
Hey, I'm an investigator looking into
that double murder over on Hilltop Drive back on the 8th?
- [Clerk] Yeah, that was terrible.
- Yeah. - It's got all of us
on edge right now.
- I don't blame you.
I noticed you have security cameras
on the side of the building.
Do you happen to have any footage from that night?
The fact that the police didn't pick that up already
makes no sense whatsoever
at this point of the investigation.
Unless they didn't need it.
Would've been closer to 4:00.
- [Ryan] All right, let's try this one.
- There they're at. - Shit.
- [Jack] So he went over the train tracks.
So the train wasn't involved.
So that store is over a mile to your sister's house
and basically a straight line.
So if he walked that far, he walked the whole way.
- [Ryan] What are you saying?
- We've got a starting point.
(footsteps on wood)
(birds squawking)
(footsteps on wood)
- [Ryan] Are you thinking he came down here?
- So if he's staying in the same trajectory from the store,
this is where it ends.
He certainly didn't cross this.
He's somewhere between here and the convenience store.
He's still here.
Here you go.
I'm gonna see if I can find out
how many were purchased in this area
in the last three months.
Looks very similar.
I'm gonna drop you back off of your room
and get a jump on this.
- [Ryan] What time are we meeting up tomorrow?
- Let's do 10:00.
Gotta make some calls in the morning.
(Ryan sighs)
(papers shuffling)
(notification dings)
(camera clattering)
"Hey there, my name is Marcus Langford.
I'm in Maine.
I saw your post about what happened
to your sister and her husband, truly sorry about your loss.
My brother, Ethan, was killed back in 2009
while housesitting, and I attached a video
that was found on his phone after his murder.
His case is still unsolved.
Hard to believe these are connected."
Huh.
All right, I'll bite.
- It's the third time in the night this has happened.
My alarm keeps going off.
Yeah, these dickheads are messing with me.
For sure.
(keys jingling)
(car alarm blaring)
Too alive for this shit, man.
(car alarm blaring)
Come on, man. Where you at, Chris?
I know you ain't putting your grubby ass hands
on my brand new car.
You were supposed to be here with the food an hour ago.
Where the did he even park his car at?
(thunder rumbling)
These fuckers are always trying to scam me
while I'm out here house sitting in the sticks.
Come on, guys. Where you at?
I'm going back in to hop on the game.
What the?
Come on, dude. Really?
They're gonna be home in 40 minutes,
I gotta clean this shit up now.
Dude, you can come out now.
I gotta clean up this mess you just made.
(heavy footsteps on stairs)
If I was a vacuum, where would I be?
(thunder rumbling)
Ah, there you are.
Chris?
(door slams shut)
Chris?
(Ethan breathing shakily)
What the fuck?
I'm gonna open this door and kick you in the dick, Chris.
(thunder rumbling)
(Ethan yelps in surprise) (pot plant clattering)
(Ethan breathing raggedly)
Fuck this.
- Hey, did you get that video I sent you last night?
- I did. I don't think it's real.
Watch what you're posting online.
- We should investigate every possibility.
The guy who did it, he could be jumping states
like that serial killer up in Alaska a few years back.
- I was able to clear both exes,
and that blueprint we found in your sister's yard
was a work boot from 1922, this one.
- Fuck.
- [Jack] And I found this.
- [Ryan] What is this?
- [Jack] In 1997, an almost exact murder
took place in this house
at a town near here called Briarwick.
- [Ryan] God, that's where my sister's funerals gonna be.
- [Jill] This man, Garrett Benson,
broke into that house in the middle of the night
through a sliding glass door
and stabbed a woman to death in her sleep.
- [Ryan] Wait, what are you saying? He did it?
- No, he couldn't have. He's in prison.
This was the lead detective on that case, Joe Rhodes.
And he was murdered in his hunting cabin
in North Carolina three months later in a similar fashion.
And Garrett Benson was convicted of that murder also.
- [Ryan] What does that mean?
- It might not mean anything,
but if we can figure out how he pulled off those murders,
which way he traveled, how he chose that victim,
get inside of his mind a little bit,
it might give us some insight into who we're looking for.
You're not gonna try to take that in, are you?
- [Ryan] I mean, who knows what this guy's about to say?
He could have some important information.
- Well, you're gonna have to keep it hidden.
I'll do the talking.
Garrett Benson?
- [Garrett] Who are you guys?
- [Jack] I'm Jack, this is Ryan.
We're looking into a murder that took place over in Raven,
we were hoping you could answer the questions for us.
- Well, I'm already in here for two murders I didn't do,
so I can assure you I didn't do that one either.
- [Jill] No, I'm not saying that you did,
it's just that this was eerily similar
to the ones you were convicted of.
So we just thought that maybe you could
answer some questions. - It is?
Well, then it could be the same guy, where exactly
did this happen? - What made you choose
this house?
- I didn't choose anything.
I've never even been to that house or that town.
But look, if there's a similar murder,
this could clear my name.
- [Jill] Look, we're not here to clear-
- Well, I was a homeless 19-year-old addicted to heroin.
I had no money, no car, nothing.
How was I supposed to be traveling up
and down the East Coast committing murders?
- [Jack] Look, I don't know enough about your cases.
- The prosecution showed that there was $3,500
in that woman's purse on the dresser by the bed.
A broke heroin junkie
wouldn't have at least checked that purse?
Look, I didn't do those murders,
but maybe the person who did
also did the one you're looking into.
- [Jack] I'll tell you what.
If you answer some questions for us,
I'll put $50 on your books
and put a good word in with a warden.
What do you say?
You fellas have a nice day.
- Well, that didn't get us anywhere.
- [Ryan] What if he's telling the truth?
Maybe it is the same killer in all these cases.
- They're all innocent if you ask them.
(papers rustling)
We got a hit on the umbrella.
- [Ryan] Who?
- A guy named Clayton Bailey purchased one two months ago.
He lives just outside of Raven.
- [Ryan] Well, that's it, right?
That that's gotta be our guy.
- Well, not necessarily, but it can't be ignored.
Yeah. 302.
- [Ryan] You sure that's the house?
- You gotta be patient situations like this.
I've sat on one of these for more than 10 hours
before seeing any movement.
- [Ryan] Well, I mean, I don't mind waiting,
but what do you do when you gotta take a piss?
- There's a plastic container behind my seat.
(car rumbling)
- [Ryan] So what's the plan here?
Are we just following him around?
- [Jack] Just watching his movements.
Getting eyes on him.
- [Ryan] Shouldn't we be, I don't know,
questioning him or something?
- [Jack] Keep the camera down.
- [Ryan] So what do you know about this guy so far?
Any connection to Jill or Brad?
Any criminal history?
- Yeah, all we know for sure
is that he purchased an umbrella
similar to the one that we saw in the footage.
I'm doing a background check as we speak.
Here he comes.
- Huh. - What?
- Well, he was pushing the cart
with his left hand going in the store,
now he's pushing it with his right.
- [Ryan] What does that mean?
- Well, when the suspect entered your sister's house,
he was holding the knife with his left hand
and he was holding it with his right when he was exiting.
Flowers
(car rumbling)
- [Ryan] What? He's pulling into the cemetery.
What are you doing? Follow him, man.
- We gotta keep our distance. We don't wanna spook him.
- [Ryan] I mean, what if he's hiding evidence or something?
He's already got a two-week headstart on us.
- Okay, you know what?
You get the footage you need and I'll do the investigation.
Nothing that sets off any red flags.
Just a couple small items I'm gonna send in for analysis.
- [Ryan] Who is this guy?
- He's the medical examiner that did the autopsies.
There he is.
All right, you stay here.
How you doing, sir?
My name is Jack, I'm a detective looking into the murders
that took place over on Hilltop Drive.
- Yeah?
- I understand that you did the autopsies
on both those victims.
- I'm sorry, who are you with?
I was hired by the family.
- I'm sorry, I can't-
- Listen, I'm just looking for something
that would make a suspect stand out.
Maybe they switched hands during the attack,
something like that.
- I released my examination to the authorities
in charge of the case.
I can't really speak on any of it.
Sorry.
I really can't speak on any of it.
- Mr. Lemons, this is a grieving family
that just wants some answers, some closure, please.
(Mr. Lemons stammers)
There was a...
- Please.
(Mr. Lemons breaths nervously)
- There there was a symbol carved into their foreheads.
- A symbol? What did it look like?
- Like that.
Now, you never talked to me, okay?
- [Ryan] What type of sick motherfucker did this?
What does this even mean?
- [Jack] I'm gonna call it a day.
I got a lot to sort out.
- Yeah, he said they had
a weird symbol carved into their heads.
Yeah, no, I know.
I know, I know, I know.
But I think we've gotta be able to hear stuff like this
if we really wanna solve this, right?
This whole thing just keeps on getting weirder and weirder,
but hopefully the pieces
are starting to fall into place now.
You talk to Brad's family yet?
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet.
We all just want answers right now.
(knocking on door)
Oh, God. (sighs)
(knocking on door)
(camera rustling)
(quiet music playing outside)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again- ♪
(loud thwack)
(loud music playing in room) ♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
- [Ryan] Hello?
Somebody in here?
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(Ryan breathing heavily)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪ (door slams shut)
- Fuck. (whispers)
Fuck, it's locked. ♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(light switch clicks on)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
- What? ♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(loud music from radio)
(music stops) (switch clicks)
(knocking on door) (Ryan breaths unsteadily)
(light flicks off quietly)
- [Ryan] Who's in here? Who's in here?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
How did this turn off?
(light switch flicks)
(Ryan yells)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily) (music playing in bathroom)
- Jack. Yeah, sorry.
Sorry it's so late.
I just saw the fucking guy in the room next to mine.
No, I don't know.
He was standing. I saw him in the mirror.
I heard some banging on the wall.
It was some weird old-timey music playing.
Sorry, what?
What about the symbol?
Like what?
Okay. Yeah, I'm coming to you.
Red Lounge Inn, right?
Yeah, okay.
All right, I'll be there in 15 minutes.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(knocking on door) Come on. Come on.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
- Jack, I'm telling you.
I saw him, he was right there.
He was in the room next to mine, man.
- Calm down. - I got it all on tape.
Actually.
I can fucking show you.
Wait, sorry.
You were saying (stammering)
When you on the phone, you said something about the symbol.
What'd you find? - Just relax. Take a breath.
Can I get you some water? Some scotch?
- [Ryan] You have both, actually.
- [Jack] All right.
- I mean, what if this guy's after me now?
We gotta figure out who the fuck this guy is.
- [Jack] Stay right there. I'll be right back.
- Fuck.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
What?
What's all this?
Jack, what is all this?
- [Jack] Yeah, I think I'm onto something.
- [Ryan] What is it?
- You're gonna want this.
So that symbol that was carved into the victims' foreheads
is from the occult.
It's called the Mark of Mourning.
M-O-U-R mourning.
And it symbolizes a bad omen.
And as I started looking into it,
I found a few coincidences.
- Like what? - That is an illustration
from the 1800s.
They call him Mr. Mourning.
Looks familiar, doesn't it?
The mythology of Mr. Mourning says it kills every 13 years
carving that symbol into its victim's foreheads.
It kills to...
Well, to collect the mourning of its victims' families.
Supposedly it places a curse on its victims
before killing them, which could explain the whispering.
And the killings only take place when it's raining.
Sometimes before, sometimes after,
but always in the midst of rain.
And it was raining the night of your sister's murder.
In some versions,
it places an omen of something bad on the victims before,
leading up to the killings,
and could explain the clock that your sister-
- [Ryan] Wait, I'm sorry.
What are you saying?
You're saying my sister was killed by some mythical being?
- No.
No, of course not.
It's just that we might be dealing with a copycat.
It could be that Garrett Benson was telling the truth
when he said he didn't commit those murders.
- [Ryan] Wait, but it kills every 13 years, right?
Or so you say.
But the murders he's convicted of, they were 13 years apart.
And Jill and Brad's murder.
I mean, that was, what, 17 years after the last one?
I mean, it doesn't line up at all.
And what is all this about 13 years anyway?
- Well, it it all revolves around bad omens,
bad luck, like the number 13.
And you're right, the years don't line up.
It could be that whoever's doing this
isn't following the mythology precisely.
- Is this really all you've uncovered?
I mean, that symbol, this could be anything.
It could have been a slip of the knife.
I think we gotta focus on this Clayton Bailey guy.
- Okay.
In an investigation like this, there's no coincidences.
I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't investigate all of this.
And we're still focused on Clayton Bailey,
this just adds another layer to it all.
- I just don't wanna waste time chasing fairytales.
- You think I do?
- Why my sister though?
- Well, that's what we gotta find out.
- So I looked a little deeper into this mythology
after you fell asleep last night.
It said that Mr. Mourning lingers in nearby cemeteries
after the killings, sometimes for weeks.
Clayton Bailey could have been imitating
that part of the mythology when he was here yesterday.
- [Ryan] Why cemeteries?
- [Jack] What else would something that feeds
on the mourning of others linger?
- [Ryan] I still don't understand why this guy
would be copying this mythology.
This whole Mr. Mourning thing,
it feels a little farfetched to me.
- It's a lot of ground to cover.
We should probably split up.
- [Ryan] Okay.
What should I be looking for?
- Anything that looks out of place.
(birds chirping distantly)
(light footsteps)
(footsteps on wood)
- [Ryan] Oh, shit!
Jack!
Jack, where are you!
I got something!
Jack!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
- Okay, listen, from now on,
let me know when you find something before you touch it.
That tape is useless now when it comes to fingerprints.
- Yeah, sorry. Sorry, man.
My sister kept all of our old VHS tapes
from when we were kids,
and if this is one of those tapes...
(Ryan exhales shakily)
(plastic rattling)
It is about to play.
- [Jill] Ryan, come on in with me!
This sled's gonna go without ya!
- No fucking way.
- Go ahead, Jill. - What?
- That's Jill. - Where's Ryan?
- [Jack] What?
- Ryan, I'm gonna go without ya!
- [Ryan] She's calling for me.
What the fuck?
That's our old house, back on Barney Road.
- [Jack] And you have no idea how this
ended up in the cemetery?
- [Ryan] I have no fucking idea, man.
(children laughing)
- [Jack] What the hell?
- Come on, let's try it again. That was fun.
- [Jack] Is that...
- [Ryan] What the fuck?
(Ryan breaths shakily)
What the fuck.
- I'm not so sure we're dealing with a copycat anymore.
- Well, how does this guy, Clayton Bailey,
tie into all this?
- He doesn't. That's what I was on the phone about.
He was out of town when your sister was murdered.
- Wait...
So what, us finding the VHS tape
the same day that he was at the cemetery
was just a coincidence.
What about the umbrella?
- His wife died two months ago in a car accident.
He bought that umbrella the day before her funeral.
She was buried in that cemetery,
he was just visiting her grave yesterday.
- Fuck.
That was the same the week my dad was killed back in '85.
- Hold on a second.
- Your dad, who was a detective investigating a murder
was murdered just the detective
that was investigating the Briarwick murder.
So that video as taken what, the first week of 1985, right?
So your dad was most likely investigating
a murder from 1984.
And the woman that was killed at Briarwick was 1997.
So that's 13 years apart.
But then your dad and Joe Rhode,
the two detectives that were investigating those murders
were themselves murdered.
Which means that it not only kills every 13 years,
it kills anyone that's investigating its murders.
That's why the years didn't line up.
And that's why the cops aren't telling you anything.
They're not even looking into this,
they know what that symbol means!
Garrett Benson was telling the truth.
He was just a drifter to blame it on.
Just like that homeless guy
that they charged with your dad's murder.
I wouldn't be surprised
if some of the most notorious killers in history
were just fall guys.
- So wait, wait. So wouldn't this...
This would've to mean that Jill or Brad
were looking into this thing, right?
She never mentioned anything about that.
- She might have just been watching
old home videos leading up to your dad's death anniversary,
and then this tape would've led her
to Mr. Mourning, which would've led to her murder.
I'm not so sure we should keep investigating this.
- What are you talking about?
We're just starting to get somewhere now.
- Yeah, but at what cost?
What if we're right? What if this is true?
- Hey, I'm not sure this whole thing
isn't just bullshit anyway.
This case just took a weird turn.
What kind of detective stops investigating
just when we actually start to solve this?
- Well, in this case, may be a smart one.
- Listen, I told you I would investigate
until your sister's funeral.
Okay, listen, I'm a man of my word.
But I didn't sign up for this.
- No, no- - This is something different.
- What you signed up to do was to solve a murder.
And that's what we're fucking doing.
- I'll call you in the morning.
(door clicking)
(light chatter in bar)
(loud rock music)
- Where you at, Mr. Mourning?
You in there?
I'm right here.
Are you real?
Come on, show me you're real.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Fairytale bullshit.
You in there, you motherfucker?
(light footsteps)
You killed that dog?
Fucking freak.
Where the fuck are you!
(quiet jingle)
Jesus Christ.
Oh, fuck.
Jill. (cries)
You fucker!
Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you! (sobbing)
(Ryan sobbing)
- Hey, Jack,
It's Ryan.
I've been calling all morning. Where are you?
I'm at the motel, it's noon now.
Give me a call back, please.
(knocking on door)
Jack!
(knocking on door)
Jack!
(door locking)
(Ryan exhaling heavily)
(pills rattling in bottle)
(Ryan coughs)
(water running)
(Ryan exhales heavily)
(Ryan muttering incoherently)
Stop!
(quiet shuffling)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(water running)
(Ryan slapping his face)
(water running)
(Ryan exhales heavily)
I could've sworn I left it right here.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, fuck.
(draw rattling)
(items rattling)
(quiet rattling)
Um...
Hello?
(quiet rattling)
Um...
(quiet rattling)
Who's in there?
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(quiet rattling)
(steady thwacking)
Who's in there? (quiet thwack)
Jack, is that you?
- [Disembodied Voice] It's me. Jill.
Your sister.
- You're not my fucking sister!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
You're not my fucking sister!
(quiet rattling)
- [Disembodied Voice] Ryan.
It's me. Jill.
Your sister.
Your sister. (voice deepens)
(loud crashing of door) (Ryan breathing heavily)
(items rattling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(painting scraping)
What the fuck is going on?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(umbrella pops open)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
What the hell?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(incoherent murmuring)
(murmuring getting louder and more aggressive)
(frantic shuffling)
(incoherently shouting)
(shouting stops abruptly)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(glass smashing) (loud crashing)
(crashing stops)
(Ryan sniveling)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Come over. Come over. (whispers)
Come on, come on, come on, come on. (whispers)
(Ryan exhales unsteadily)
(door creaks open)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(hurried footsteps)
- Ryan Graph?
- Yes?
- I'm Detective Barnes. This is my partner Maynard.
May we come in?
- Is this about my sister?
- Do you recognize this man?
- Yeah, that's Jack.
He's a private investigator that I hired
to look into my sister's murder.
- And when's the last time you saw Jack?
- What is going on here?
- That's what we're trying to figure out.
See, Jack disappeared from this motel room two nights ago.
Were you with him?
- Yeah. No, I mean, he was here,
we were looking into my sister's murder.
What do you mean he disappeared?
- And when he left, did he mention any stops
he was gonna take or anyone he was meeting?
- No, he was just going back to the Red Lounge Inn,
right outside of town where he is been staying
for the last few nights.
- He never made it there.
- Look...
- What happened here?
Some sort of scuffle?
No, look, this is gonna sound crazy,
but we discovered something that might be-
- You seem to be packing up in a hurry.
Any reason for that?
- Yeah, my sister's funeral is over in Briarwick tomorrow
and I'm spending the night there, look-
- And then you're going back to New York after that?
- Is that a problem?
- It's probably not the best idea
seeing as you were the last person to see Jack.
- I had nothing to do with this, all right?
I just hired him as an investigator
to look into my sister's murder,
which you fucking assholes are doing shit about!
- Look, it's best if you stay here for now.
Leaving would cause serious red flags.
If you think of anything that can help, this is my number.
We'll be in touch.
- Probably just a big misunderstanding.
I bet he probably just didn't wanna continue
the investigation and he bailed.
And honestly, I don't blame him.
Just tell everybody that I'll be
at the funeral home tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna spend the night here just in case, all right?
Yeah.
I love you, mom.
Bye.
(loud thunder rumbling)
(phone ringing)
Jack?
- [Jack] Ryan?
- [Ryan] Jack, what the fuck is going on?
The police were saying that you were missing.
Where are you?
- [Jack] I'm at your sister's house.
Meet me here.
- My sister's?
Jack? Jack?
(thunder rumbles loudly)
Oh shit.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(knocking on door)
Okay, you fucker. (whispers)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(thunder rumbling)
(knocking on door)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(knocking on door)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(door handle clicks)
(door whining open)
(loud gunshot)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(quiet shuffling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Shit! Shit!
Fuck!
(quiet shuffling) (Ryan grunting)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
What the fuck did you do?
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Come on, Jack.
Come on, come on, come on!
Fucking pick up, pick up!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Fuck! Fuck!
Jack!
What the fuck am I doing?
Okay.
Jack?
(Ryan breathes sharply)
Jack?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jack?
Jack, you in there?
I really need some help, man.
Oh, fuck.
(Ryan exhales shakily)
Jack?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jack, it's Ryan.
Where the fuck are you, man?
(Ryan exhaling shakily)
Look, man, I really need some help.
I fucked up.
Come on, man.
(Ryan breathing shakily) Fuck. Fuck.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(door creaks open)
Oh, God. (weeps)
(Ryan crying) (loud shuffling)
Jack?
Jack, is that you?
(loud clattering)
Jack?
(loud clattering) (Ryan breathing shakily)
(loud clattering)
(quiet footsteps on floor)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan yelps)
(Ryan screaming)
(man screaming incoherently)
Help!
Fuck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
Fuck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(thunder rumbling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(leaves crunching beneath feet)
(man whispering incoherently)
Fuck! Fuck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
Fuck!
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
Okay, okay, okay.
(car beeping)
(rear camera beeping)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Oh, God.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
(man screaming incoherently)
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(loud shuffling)
(loud clattering)
(Ryan panicking)
Fuck!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan attempting to steady his breathing)
(Ryan exhaling shakily)
(Ryan steadying his breathing)
Fuck.
(thunder rumbling)
No. No.
Jill, what did you do?
Oh, Jill.
(incoherently chanting)
Jack?
(incoherently chanting)
Jack, he's fucking here!
He's here!
(incoherently chanting)
What the fuck?
(incoherently chanting)
What are you saying?
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
- [Ryan] Jack!
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
- Jack?
What the fuck are you doing?
♪ Come again another day ♪
- Fuck. ♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
- Jack. ♪ Come again another day ♪
- [Ryan] Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud clattering)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud clattering)
(train horn blaring)
(Ryan panicking)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Okay.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
(Ryan crying)
Okay.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Oh my God. They got fucking Jack.
(Ryan crying incoherently)
Oh my God.
Oh, fuck.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Hi, hi.
Yeah, my name is Ryan.
Ryan Graph.
I'm headed west on Hilltop Drive.
(loud static hissing) ♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go- ♪
(music stops abruptly)
- [Ryan] Hello?
(loud crashing on car) (Ryan screams)
Shit! Fuck!
(Ryan screaming)
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Come on! Fuck!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hello?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Is anybody in there?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
I need some help, please!
Oh!
Someone in there?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Help!
Help! Help, please!
Please!
(Ryan sobbing)
Is someone in there? Please!
(Ryan breathing heavily) (banging on window)
(glass shattering)
(struggled grunting)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hello?
(door creaks open)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Oh my God. Oh my God.
(Ryan crying)
Jill. (sobs)
(Ryan weeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan crying)
Jill. (cries)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(loud bang of door)
- Hey!
What the hell are you doing in here?
- [Ryan] I'm so sorry for breaking in,
but you gotta call the cops!
- I am calling the cops if you don't
tell me what's going on.
What's with the camera? What are you doing to the body?
- [Ryan] No, you don't understand.
This is my sister! - All right, now I don't know
what the hell's going on,
but you just gotta get the hell out of here.
- [Ryan] No, no, no, please, you have to listen to me.
- Just stop-
(loud squirt) (Ryan screams)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud thudding)
(Ryan whimpering) (Ryan whispering incoherently)
(Ryan crying)
- [Ryan] Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing heavily) (hurried footsteps)
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan attempting to steady his breathing)
Oh, thank God. Oh, thank God.
(hurried footsteps over gravel)
Hello!
Please!
Hey! Hey, I need help!
I need help! Please!
Fuck!
Please!
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Please, please, please!
Please, please, please, please!
Is anyone inside? Hey!
Okay, okay, fuck, fucking shit.
Hey!
(Ryan panicking)
All right.
(loud thumping on door)
(door swings open)
Hello?
Is anybody in here?
Hey.
I just need to use your phone, okay?
I just need you to call 911.
I'm not breaking in, I don't wanna do anything,
I just need you to call 911.
There's...
There's some fucking thing out here.
(Ryan breathing shakily) (Ryan crying)
Hello?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hey, look, look, I don't have a weapon!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
I just need you to call the cops.
I need you to call 911.
I'm gonna come up the stairs.
Please.
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
If somebody's in here, I swear to God,
I don't have a weapon, I don't.
I just need you to call the cops, please.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
What? Someone in here?
Hey, I...
I just need some help.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Someone in here?
- Get out of my house!
- Please! Please! (man struggling)
(loud crashing)
Help! Please, please!
Just stop! Stop!
Stop!
I don't wanna do this!
(both breathing heavily)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan sobbing)
(old home video tape playing from downstairs)
- [Young Jill] Where's Ryan?
Ryan, I'm gonna go without ya!
- [Ryan] What the fuck?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(old home video tape playing from downstairs)
Fuck, fuck.
(Ryan attempting to steady breathing)
(old home video tape playing from downstairs)
Who's down there? (cries)
(old home video tape playing from downstairs)
(Ryan crying)
- [Young Jill] Come on, let's try it again.
That was fun.
(Ryan whimpering)
Oh, fuck.
Oh my God, not now, please.
Come on. Come on. (cries)
Not now, not now, please! (cries)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jill?
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(loud crash) (Ryan grimaces)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan crying)
I won't tell anyone, please. (cries)
You don't have to do this. (cries)
(Ryan crying)
(loud banging)
Fuck!
(man screaming incoherently) (Ryan hyperventilating)
- Get out! (Ryan screams)
- Get off of me!
(loud scuffling) (Ryan choking)
(wet squelching) (Ryan hyperventilating)
Oh, thank God!
Officers! Officers, he's in there!
- [Officer] Hands up now!
- No, my name is Ryan Graph.
I didn't do anything! There's a thing in there!
- Turn around!
- You're not fucking listening to me! Hey, please!
- Get down.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
In front of the house.
- I broke into the house
because I was trying to call you guys, okay?
There's a thing in there that you need to fucking kill!
What the fuck are doing to me? - Holy shit.
- What are you doing?
- You're under arrest.
- Under arrest for what?
- The murder of Jill and Brad Dockson,
the disappearance of Jack Grove,
and how about your friend here?
- No, it's inside the fucking house! Please!
Please!
You guys can't fucking do this!
They're trying to frame me for this shit!
Please! Please!
You guys can't fucking do this!
- House is clear! - Every 13 years
this thing comes back!
You can end it, please!
Stop this tonight! - Mills!
Mills, is that a camera?
You need to grab that, we gotta keep this under wraps.
- I got it.
- [Ryan] You can't fucking do this!
You can't frame me for this shit! Please!
You guys can't fucking do this!
Every 13 years, this thing comes back!
You can end this tonight!
(camera clicks)
(quiet rumbling)
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
♪ Rain, rain, go away ♪
♪ Come again another day ♪
(upbeat music)