Smile (2022)

[bunniefuu]

[phone ringing]

Dr. Cotter.

He's gonna die.

She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Everybody dies.

I don't wanna--

I'm gonna--

I haven't been able

to get him to talk...

respond to me,

nothing.

[muttering continues]

Just this.

Yeah.

I got it.

Thanks, Dan.

She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Everyone dies.

Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter.

She doesn't matter.

Mom doesn't matter.

I don't matter.

Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter.

I don't matter.

I don't matter.

He's gonna die.

She's gonna die.

He's gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Everyone dies.

Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter.

She doesn't matter.

Everyone dies.

I'm gonna die.

Nobody matters.

She doesn't matter.

He doesn't matter.

Mom doesn't matter.

Nothing ever matters.

I don't matter.

I don't ma--

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--

She's gonna-- She's gonna--

Everyone-- I'm gonna--

I don't matter.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna--

[whimpering]

Hi, Carl.

What's going on today?

I'm dying.

No.

I don't think so.

I think you're having

another manic episode.

Don't--

Don't you tell me.

You don't know.

I feel it all around me,

squeezing.

[whimpering continues]

I'm scared.

Carl, I know that

what you're experiencing

feels real,

but it can't hurt you.

[whimpering]

I promise.

He's gonna die.

She's gonna die.

Mom's gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Everyone dies.

Nobody matters.

Hey, Wanda.

I'm gonna put Carl Renken

into observation for a few days.

He's harmless.

Just make sure

someone checks on him

every couple hours.

You got it.

Thanks.

Hey, Dr. Desai

was looking for you.

Thank you.

[siren wailing]

[patient] No! No! Please!

Please! You don't understand!

I can't go in there! No!

[screaming] No! No! Please!

No!

No!

[knocking]

Come in.

Hey, did you send

a patient named, uh,

Sarah Marquet

over to residency yesterday?

Yes. She has a history

with drug abuse and mania,

and she's been in and out

of our unit a few times.

[sighs]

Rose,

she has no insurance.

Okay,

but she needs treatment.

The board is down my throat

about paying out of pocket

for another bed

in the residency program.

Maybe the board should try

giving a sh*t

about the point

of our job here

once in a while.

[sighs]

I'm not questioning

your judgment.

I just need you to

come to me first

so I can

get ahead of it next time.

All right?

Yes.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Hey, you haven't been here

since the late shift

last night, have you?

[distant hospital

intercom chatter]

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

[Rose] Dr. Cotter.

Laura Weaver, 26.

She's a grad student.

Police were called on her

for public disturbance.

EMS brought her in.

Got any psych history?

Nothing on file,

but the police

sent over a report

for a different incident

she was involved in

last week.

And what was that one about?

A professor at her school

bludgeoned himself to death

with a hammer.

She was interviewed

as the only witness.

A hammer?

Hi.

Laura?

[gasps]

My name is Dr. Cotter.

I'm a therapist.

Do you wanna sit down?

[gasps]

Okay.

I know you're nervous.

That's okay.

I just wanna have a chat.

I promise

this is a safe place.

Not for me.

Why do you say that?

[breathes shakily]

Come on. Let's sit.

Please.

[recording device beeps]

Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you

a couple of questions

that might sound stupid.

What day of the week is it?

Thursday.

And the month?

October.

I'm not crazy.

Nobody's saying that.

But I need you to understand.

I'm a PhD candidate.

I'm not some lunatic.

Okay?

Let's just take a breath,

and you can just

tell me what's going on.

[breathing shakily]

I'm seeing something.

Something no one else

can see except for me.

[inhales sharply]

I know how insane that sounds.

I do.

But it's--

This thing,

I can't explain it.

What is it you're seeing?

It looks like people,

but it's--

it's not a person.

I'm not sure I understand.

It looks like people.

It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends

to be someone that I know.

Sometimes it's

a random stranger.

Sometimes--

Sometimes it looks like

my grandfather

who died in front of me

when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing.

It--

It's-- It's like--

It's-- It's like it wears

people's faces like--

like masks.

[softly] Okay.

Do you see it right now, here?

What happens

when you do see it?

It's smiling at me.

But not a friendly smile.

It's the worst smile

I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it,

I just get this

god-awful feeling

like something really terrible

is gonna happen.

I've never felt scared

like I do when I see it.

Laura, have you

or anyone else in your family

ever experienced

hallucinations?

It's not a hallucination, no.

It's real.

You don't get it.

It does things to me.

It causes sh*t

to happen around me.

It's taken over my whole life

and my mind and...

it tells me things.

It told me that to--

today--

Today's the--

Today's the day that I'm--

I'm gonna--

Okay. That's okay.

That's okay.

I know that

what you're experiencing

feels incredibly real.

Sometimes, when we get

emotionally overwhelmed,

or experience an intense trauma,

our minds tend to--

You're not listening to me.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna f*cking die,

and no one will listen to me.

Okay. Laura, it's okay.

[crying] Oh, God.

Hey, it's okay. Laura.

Hey, c-can you look at me,

please?

[whispers] It's okay.

Look at me.

I--

[screaming]

Oh, my God. No!

No! It's here!

Please!

Laura. It's okay.

It's just us.

Get away! Please!

There's nobody else here.

No!

[screaming]

No!

[choking, gasping]

Oh, my God.

I-- I have

a patient emergency

in eval 2.

I need staff here now.

Hurry.

[breathing heavily]

Laura?

[gasping]

[no audible dialogue]

[detective] Had Ms. Weaver

ever been a patient here before?

[Rose] No.

Would you say she was typical

of the patients you see here?

This is an emergency

psychiatric unit.

Typical is not really

a thing here.

Right. But she was

a head case, yeah?

I'm sorry, a head case?

I think we're just

trying to get

your opinion

of her mental state.

She could've been

suffering from

acute post-trauma psychosis.

[inhales sharply]

She was having

paranoid delusions.

What kind of delusions?

She was convinced that some

sort of evil presence

was haunting her.

Yikes.

It's just, we're gonna

have to contact

Ms. Weaver's family

and attempt to explain

what happened.

So we're looking for

anything that might make

some sense of all this.

If there's anything else

you can tell us that--

that might help.

Uh, before she died...

she was... smiling.

Yeah, she sounds

f*cking crazy to me.

[meows]

[purring]

[sighs]

[sighs, sniffles]

[breathes shakily]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[gulps]

[person] Rose.

[gasps]

Whoa.

My bad. Did I scare you?

I didn't hear you come in.

sh*t.

Hi.

Hi. [chuckles]

Hi.

What's up?

Nothing. Sorry.

Something's wrong.

A patient died today.

My patient.

Oh.

Hey, come here.

I'm sorry.

It happened

right in front of me.

It was awful.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

This is a nice start.

Maybe we should

bail on dinner tonight.

[chuckles] We can't.

Holly hired a sitter,

and it's just gonna be

a bigger headache

if we don't go.

No way.

Holly turning into

a headache?

[chuckles]

Hey.

[sighs]

[Holly's voice muffled]

I'm sorry, you wanna

talk about being tired?

Now that Jackson's

in the first grade,

I'm literally up

at 6:00 a.m. every day

to make him breakfast

and pack him lunch.

God knows what kind of

nonorganic garbage

that cafeteria is even serving.

[clear voice]

Then I have to drive him

to school,

barely have any time

to run my own errands.

Like, I haven't been

to Pilates in weeks.

Okay, my body is so f*cked.

Not true.

I have to go back to school,

pick him up,

then I have to take him

to either soccer practice,

swim lessons, karate, theater--

Oh, and he just started

taking Spanish.

[chuckles]

I mean, my weekdays

are literally impossible.

Mmm. You are coming

Saturday, right?

What?

Uh, sorry,

what's Saturday?

I'm sorry,

is that a joke?

Wow.

Rose, Jackson's

seventh birthday party.

Wow.

I've told you, like,

five times.

[sighs]

I can't. I have work.

What do you mean work?

It's Saturday.

I work Saturday.

See, this is exactly why

you have to

get out of that gross hospital

and into a private practice...

Gross?

It is not gross.

...working normal-people hours.

Rose, there have to be

plenty of crazies out there

who will actually

pay you for your time.

Thank you so much

for your input, Greg.

That's very sweet.

I'm just saying,

why become a doctor

if you can't get

disgustingly rich?

[chuckles]

[partner]

You're kidding, right?

Rose loves being a doctor.

She'd do it for free.

[chuckles] What...

Well, on the subject

of wasted earning potentials,

we could always

sell the f*cking house.

Can we not right now?

I don't understand you.

It's just sitting there.

We grew up in that house.

Rose, it's a total teardown.

Why not just

get the money for the land?

Can you guys just

shut the f*ck up?

Wow.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Sure.

I've been

looking forward to this.

[meows]

[typing on keypad]

[alarm beeps]

[Rose sighs]

You okay?

Yeah.

[cat meows]

[purring]

[distant siren wailing]

Morning, Doc.

Morning.

Hey. Yesterday,

that patient, Laura Weaver--

The police had sent a report

about a different incident

that she was involved in.

Can you get that

forwarded to me?

You got it, Doc.

Also, I was supposed to have

a session with Jane Park.

Oh, yeah. She pulled out

a bunch of her hair overnight

and swallowed it all.

They took her down to medicine

to have her stomach pumped.

sh*t.

[detective clears throat]

Uh, Rose.

What-- What are you--

I was on a--

I was on a call nearby,

and I just thought

I would--

Um--

You know, we didn't really

get to talk yesterday,

other than the whole--

whole thing.

And I just wanted you to know

that when the call came in,

I had no idea

it was gonna be you.

So, I'm sorry

if that was weird.

It's your job. I get it.

How you been?

Joel, why are you here?

You know, like I said,

I was on a call nearby,

and I just,

you know,

thought I would...

come check on you.

After everything that

happened yesterday, that's--

that's not an easy thing.

Okay. I appreciate it,

but I don't need you

to check on me.

Right.

No, yeah, I mean-- Sorry.

I have to get back to work.

Yeah.

See you around.

You do know

she's engaged, right?

Yeah.

I'm single.

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

[Rose] Hello.

[Holly] Hi.

Um, look,

I just wanted to say sorry

about last night, okay?

I shouldn't have

kept going at you like that.

Uh, no, I--

I should apologize.

I've been just dealing

with some stuff.

I wasn't being

very good company.

Okay. If you can't make it to

your nephew's party tomorrow,

you could at least

get him a present.

If you need an idea,

he's really into

electric model trains.

[Rose] Uh-huh.

You sound weird.

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

[chuckles]

Hey, Carl.

How you feeling today?

Carl.

Carl?

She's gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

Everybody dies.

Carl, look at me.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

You're going to die.

Help!

Help! This patient is 5150!

He needs to be restrained!

Go, go, go!

[screaming] No! No!

No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

[pen clicks]

He was aggressive.

Acting psychotic.

Carl Renken has been

in and out of here

a dozen times

and has never exhibited behavior

even remotely aggressive.

Do you think

I'm making it up?

Of course not.

But yesterday,

a patient in your care

k*lled herself brutally

in front of you.

Is it possible,

when you presumed

that Carl Renken

was a danger to himself,

that that's what your mind

was reacting to?

[exhales]

I suppose

I could've misinterpreted

the situation and overreacted.

Okay.

So, here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take

a paid week off.

Morgan,

that's really not necessary.

You've been working

80-hour weeks for months.

I'm concerned

that you haven't been sleeping.

We can't help these patients

unless we have

our own mental health in check.

And it's in

the unit's best interest

if you just take a week

and clear your head.

Just do what you gotta do

and come back focused, okay?

[siren blaring]

[breathing heavily]

[exhaling]

[no audible dialogue]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone chimes]

[inhales deeply]

[intruder alarm wailing]

[shrieks]

f*ck!

[Rose groans]

[alarm continues wailing]

[control panel beeps]

[alarm stops]

[breathes heavily]

[wind whistling]

[phone ringing]

[gasps]

[breathing shakily] Hello?

This is First Line Security.

May I have your name

and the passcode?

Uh, Rose Cotter.

Um, "Acapulco."

Ma'am, we've detected

a door alarm.

Yeah, uh, the--

the back door

of my house is open.

Are you alone

in the house, ma'am?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What?

Are you sure you haven't

let something inside, Rose?

Look behind you.

[breathing shakily]

[phone ringing]

[gasps]

[ringing continues]

sh*t.

Hello?

This is First Line Security.

May I have your name

and the passcode?

[police radio chatter]

[door closes]

We did a full sweep

inside and out.

It's all clear.

Um, what about the back door?

Is it possible

it wasn't fully latched

last time it was closed?

I-- I don't know.

Maybe.

Hey,

I wouldn't worry about it.

These false alarms

happen all the time.

If anything else comes up,

you can give us a call.

Okay.

[officer]

Evening, sir.

Um, evening.

What happened?

Mustache?

Mustache.

So, is there a reason

you set the alarm?

Uh--

I literally

don't remember doing it.

I must have just, like,

set it by accident or something.

By accident?

Sorry. Sorry.

My head has just been

in this, like,

foggy, creepy,

spacey place all day.

And there was

this weird incident

at work and then--

and then my boss

is making me take a--

[exhales]

Sorry. [chuckles]

Everything is okay.

Are you sure?

No, no, I'm fine.

I was just venting.

Okay.

Can you see

if you can find Mustache?

I haven't seen him

anywhere at all.

Yeah.

Rose, did you

break another glass?

Mustache?

[Rose hissing]

Come on, kitty.

Please. Please.

Mustache.

[gasping]

[Laura on recording]

It looks like people.

It looks like different people.

Sometimes it pretends

to be someone that I know.

Sometimes it's

a random stranger.

Sometimes--

Sometimes it looks like

my grandfather

who died in front of me

when I was seven.

But it's all the same thing.

It--

[audio fast forwards]

It's smiling at me,

but not a friendly smile.

It's the worst smile

I've ever seen in my life.

And whenever I see it,

I just get

this god-awful feeling

like something really terrible

is gonna happen.

[audio fast forwards]

Oh, my God! No! No!

No! It's here! Please!

Get away! Please! No!

[screaming]

[Rose] I-- I have

a patient emergency in eval 2.

I need staff here now. Hurry.

Laura?

[whispering]

Laura?

[whispering]

Laura?

[whispers] Rose.

[audio pauses]

[audio rewinds]

[volume increases]

[Rose] Laura?

Rose!

[screams]

[shouting]

Rose?

[screams]

Whoa! Oh, my God! Rose!

Rose! Whoa, whoa!

What the f*ck?

Rose, put the knife down!

[gasping, crying]

Rose!

[Rose] Hi.

Rose?

This is a surprise.

[Rose]

It wasn't so much the blood.

It was, um...

her face.

The look that she had.

How did it

make you feel?

Uh--

Terrified, obviously.

Um--

Vulnerable.

Guilty.

Guilty?

Well, she was my patient.

She was a disturbed young woman

you only met for ten minutes.

[chuckles]

Yeah. I just--

I just feel like

I've gotten stuck on it.

I can't, you know,

get it out of my head.

Have you considered

the reason you feel stuck

could actually be more about

your mother's suicide?

Do you still blame yourself?

That--

I'm really not trying

to relitigate

that part of my life

right now. So...

What would you like

to talk about?

I was hoping that I could get

a script for Risperdal.

Ever since that...

patient, I've been, um...

seeing things

and hearing things.

I'm sure it's just a symptom

of post-trauma.

Let's avoid

any self-diagnosis.

What is it you've been seeing

and hearing?

Echoes of what happened

with my patient.

You know,

just fleeting moments

of stress-induced

hallucinations.

But when they're happening,

they feel so...

corporeal and unsettling.

Rose, from where I'm sitting,

you don't seem delusional

or disordered to me.

And certainly not psychotic.

It's my impression

this experience

with your patient

triggered old anxieties

compounded

with too much stress,

not enough sleep.

You have wounds

that have never fully healed.

And it is possible

they never will completely.

That's the nature of trauma.

But you can learn

to get control over it.

Have you been continuing

to see patients

while you've been coping

with all this?

No. I'm just taking

a short hiatus.

Good.

If you want my advice,

use this time

to do something different.

Anything that will

take your mind off

the triggers

that are causing you stress.

I also think

it would be helpful

if we resumed

our regular sessions again.

Sure.

And what about the Risperdal?

Just-- You know.

Let's talk again next week

before we consider

any medication.

In the meantime,

you can always call me.

Sure.

[doorbell rings]

No, I asked you for

a white wine spritzer. Jesus.

Oh, my God. You made it.

Hi. Surprise.

Come on in. Come on in.

Oh.

I thought you had to work?

Oh, I decided

to take the afternoon...

I'll take that.

Hey, Greg.

What are you doing?

I told you

not to take those out yet.

Mmm, mmm.

Geez.

Uh, ladies,

I have to go corral

my dipshit husband.

Would one of you

please show my sister

to the adult refreshments?

Sure. We have a stash

in the kitchen. Come on.

Wait.

You're that therapist, right?

Yes, I-- I am.

Oh! Fantastic.

Can I ask for advice?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday...

[singing sustains,

distorts, fades]

[no audible dialogue]

So cool.

Gracias, Harper.

Gracias, Harper's mom.

[guests chattering, chuckling]

Ooh, that one's

from Aunt Rose.

[child] Open it!

[child 2]

Rip it open!

What'd you get,

sweetheart?

[guests clamoring]

[children screaming]

No. No.

Oh, my God.

No, no. Mustache.

What the hell is wrong

with you?

This can't be happening.

No. No, no.

No, I promise you,

this wasn't me.

It wasn't.

It wasn't me, I swear.

You have to--

You guys have to

believe me, please.

Somebody

please f*cking believe me.

[gasps]

What the f*ck are you?

Leave me the f*ck alone!

You see her.

You have to see her.

Please, Holly,

tell me that you see somebody.

Please.

[screams]

[guests exclaiming]

[guest] Oh, my God.

[guest 2] Oh, God.

[gasping]

[children crying]

[screaming]

[knocks]

Hey, Rose.

f*ck.

I heard you were brought

into the ER.

I wanted to come check on you.

How're you doing?

Fine.

It was just an accident.

Thank you.

Yeah. They--

They said that you had

had a anxiety attack. [sighs]

Rose, I'll be honest with you,

I'm-- I'm concerned.

And I-- I mean this

as your friend,

but I really think

you should speak

to someone.

Are you seeing anybody

professionally right now?

[no audible dialogue]

[Dr. Desai]

Rose, are you listening?

Wait.

I need to tell you something,

and I need you to know

that I'm not crazy, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Um--

Something is happening to me.

And it's gonna be really hard

for you to believe.

Maybe we should

just go inside.

No, wait. Just listen to me!

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Okay, um--

Something is threatening me.

Some kind of a evil spirit,

or energy.

I-- I don't really know

what it is, but--

but I think that it--

it k*lled my patient.

Because she described

experiencing the same thing

before she died.

And now it's somehow

attached itself to me.

And...

I'm just really scared

that something bad

is going to happen.

I really need you

to say something.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to believe me.

Rose, you're talking about

a f*cking ghost.

No, no, no. It's not--

It's not a ghost.

It's something else.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

I cannot f*cking do this

right now.

No. Trevor.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

No, no, no.

Don't walk away.

I need you--

You're not listening

to what I am saying.

Okay, Rose.

What the f*ck am I

supposed to say to respond

to this right now?

Do you hear yourself?

I mean, Jesus Christ.

You sound crazy.

I am not crazy!

[whispers] Sorry. Sorry.

But it's genetic,

isn't it?

What?

Mental illness.

You can inherit it

from a parent.

I looked it up.

Why would you

look that up?

Because...

I wanted to know

what I was potentially

hitching my entire life to.

Is that

so f*cking unfair?

I'm going in the house.

No, no, no.

Please, Trevor.

I'm in danger!

Rose.

Did you k*ll Mustache?

N-- No!

No! That was not--

That was not me.

Then tell me,

what happened to him?

It was the thing.

Trevor, please.

Please. Please.

Please. Please.

[voice] Rose.

[gasps]

[voice whispers]

Come here.

Rose.

[Rose crying]

[voice] Baby...

Please. Help me.

Mommy made a mistake.

[Rose] No, no, no.

[whimpering]

No, no, no.

[voice shouts] Rose!

[horn honks]

[driver]

Look where you're going!

Are you crazy?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[tires squeal]

[doorbell rings]

[breathing heavily]

Mrs. Muoz?

[Mrs. Muoz] At first,

I noticed

small changes in him.

Then it all happened so fast.

He was on edge.

Paranoid.

He would wake up

in the middle of the night,

screaming.

I'd never heard him

scream before.

Then he just

stopped sleeping altogether.

I would catch him having

these conversations

with himself.

He was seeing things.

Doing strange things

that he didn't even

seem to remember.

Then one morning he was gone.

That night, the police called

and told me he was dead.

They asked me

to identify his body.

[crying] His face.

[sniffles]

Twenty-five years of marriage,

and that's what I have left

to remember him.

I'm so sorry.

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

Did Gabriel ever describe

the things that he was seeing?

I'll show you.

I should take it all down,

but I can't stand

being in here.

This is what Gabriel said

he saw.

He kept saying it was trying

to get inside of him.

That is Gabriel's brother.

He died in an accident

20 years ago.

Gabriel never got over it.

[Rose] How long

had this been going on?

Ever since he got back

from that damn conference

he would go to every year.

It was because he saw

that awful woman k*ll herself.

But no one

reports on that.

He watched someone

die by suicide?

Yes.

I assumed you knew this.

What was her name?

I don't remember.

I'd have to find it.

Um--

Did-- Did he ever, um...

say why

all of this was happening?

Did he find any explanation

in all of this?

What kind of reporter

are you?

Mrs. Muoz,

your husband was not insane.

The things that he was seeing,

they're real. I've seen them.

What are you,

a f*cking nutcase?

What?

Some kind of

morbid fanatic?

How f*cking dare you?

No, please. Please.

What happened

to your husband

is happening to me.

Out of my house.

I want you

out of my house, now.

Just please give me the name.

Please, just give me the name!

Get the f*ck

out of my house!

[engine starts]

Oh, f*ck. sh*t.

[Joel] Yeah?

Hey.

Come on in.

Finally got rid of

that ugly yellow couch.

Uh-huh.

So, uh, what's up?

I assume you're not here

to catch up

considering the cold shoulder

the other day.

I need a favor.

[chuckles]

I need you to not ask

any questions about it.

Terrific.

Yeah, let's hear that.

Uh, so, nine days ago,

a man named Gabriel Muoz

k*lled himself.

I need to know if he had

been involved in any other

recent police reports.

Can you find that out?

Here, for me.

Come on. Are you serious?

This is my one day off.

Go to the station.

Joel, please?

[sighs]

[exhales]

Fine.

g*dd*mn it.

[groans]

All right,

what was his name again?

Gabriel Muoz.

All right.

I see the report on his death.

Yeah. There's another

incident report here

from a week earlier,

from a precinct upstate.

What was it for?

He gave a witness statement.

He was staying at a hotel

where a woman

committed suicide.

Okay, um--

And what was her name?

The woman?

Um,

Angela Powell.

She's a real estate agent.

What is this?

[gasps]

f*ck.

What? What is it?

It's a picture from the scene.

Let me see it.

No.

Let me see it.

No, no.

Look, you don't wanna see this.

This is, like, evidence.

Or, just,

you know, have at it.

[gasps]

Holy sh*t.

[Joel sighs]

Told you it was gross.

Okay, um--

Okay, uh, I need you to do

the same search again,

but this time on her.

The woman, Angela.

Can you please tell me

what this is all about?

Joel, you said you weren't

gonna ask me any questions.

No. You said I wouldn't

ask you any questions.

Joel, I need your help.

Okay?

Please?

[sighs]

[typing]

Hmm.

There was a previous report

filed four days

before her death.

That's a weird coincidence.

She was also interviewed

about a suicide.

What is this?

Is that a video file?

It's, um,

security camera footage.

Put it-- Put it on.

Just-- It's--

It's loading.

What the f*ck is this?

[groans]

You know,

my day was going just fine.

Can you rewind it?

Really?

Rewind it, Joel.

Okay, stop.

[Joel] Is he smiling?

Rose, who are these people?

I have to go.

Where are you going?

Rose, where are you going?

What is going on here?

I'm so confused right now.

Can you do me

one more favor?

Do you have a printer?

[lock clicks]

Trevor. Trevor, you here?

Hey.

Hi, Rose.

What is this?

What is she doing here?

I wanted to see

how you were doing.

I was talking to my fianc.

I called her.

Why?

Because you've been acting

completely unhinged.

I-- I don't--

And I-- I didn't know

what else to do.

[Rose]

Are you f*cking kidding me?

I came to you,

the person I'm supposed

to trust most in the world,

and I-- I confided

that I was scared to death.

That I needed you.

And you didn't listen

to a word I was saying.

No. Why do you think

I even called her?

All I'm trying to do here

is help you.

No! All you're trying to do

is make it so you don't

have to deal with it.

You're fine

as long as everything is

easy and agreeable,

but God forbid

anything become real,

or even a tiny bit difficult.

And-- And you just--

You just think about how

it's gonna f*ck up your

whole little perfect life plan.

Are you serious right now?

Yeah.

If that's how you feel,

then why are we even together?

Maybe I just don't know.

Why don't we all

just take a breath--

Why don't you just

f*cking make yourself at home!

Rose, are you

actually leaving right now?

[door slams]

[doorbell rings]

Greg.

Rose, what are you

doing here?

Is Holly here?

I need to talk to her.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

Greg, let me talk

to my f*cking sister. Holly!

You're gonna come

and talk to me like that?

Holly, can I talk to you,

just for one sec?

No, I don't think--

Can I please talk to you?

I don't think

this is a good idea.

Honestly.

Yeah, it's fine.

It's fine.

Holly.

Just go the f*ck inside.

I don't-- All right. Fine.

[whispers] Jesus.

[whispering]

Okay, okay, okay.

How are you?

My eyes are open now.

I have been cursed.

Okay, uh--

Or somehow wrapped up

in a curse.

I-- I got it from my patient.

She was cursed,

and then when she died, she--

she transferred it to me.

And now I'm being threatened

by this-- this entity.

By an entity?

No, no.

It--

It's what k*lled Mustache.

It was at the party yesterday,

but you couldn't see it.

Nobody else can see it,

except for me.

Jesus Christ.

No, look, Holly,

I know

it's so hard to believe,

and it was difficult for me

to believe it at first either.

But look-- look at this. Look.

Oh, my God. Rose.

Why the f*ck

do you have that?

Because this has happened

to other people.

And they're all dead.

Rose.

And I--

Holly, I'm gonna be next!

Rose,

curses are not real.

Okay? You are

having some sort of a--

a breakdown.

What? No, no. Holly.

You're not hearing me.

You are not hearing me.

Rose.

This is exactly

what happened to Mom.

You sound just like her.

How the f*ck

would you know that?

I'm sorry, what?

You were never around

when Mom got bad.

Where the f*ck were you

when she died?

You have no idea

what you're talking about.

Okay? Because I was older,

I got the worst

of Mom's insanity.

I had to f*cking

leave the house.

That was the only way

I-- I could survive.

And I'm-- I'm sorry

that I left you alone

and that you had to be

the one to find her.

I know that

that f*cked you up, and--

And I know

that that's not fair.

I wish I could do

something about it,

but, Rose,

I have tried so hard

to move on with my life,

to leave all of that sh*t

behind me, okay?

You, it's like

you can't accept the fact

that Mom lost her mind

and f*cking k*lled herself.

And you let it

define your entire life,

and you punish me

because I don't want to.

Well, I'm sorry

that I'm actually

trying to help people

instead of being some f*cking

stay-at-home PTA housewife,

who lives in her own

self-centered,

smug little bubble!

Okay.

I don't know

why I said that.

You know what, I'm--

I'm not doing this.

I'm not doing this with you.

You've completely

traumatized Jackson, okay?

I can't have you around

when you're like this.

[door slams]

f*ck.

f*ck.

[exhales]

[knocking]

[gasps] Holly?

[screaming]

[shouting]

f*ck! f*ck!

[shouting continues]

f*ck!

m*therf*cker!

[cell phone ringing]

Joel?

Why didn't you tell me

about your patient's

connection to the others?

Wha--

After you left,

I kept digging.

These cases?

This same pattern.

It goes back further.

So far, I've found 20 cases

involving 19 suicide victims

with a direct line

linking them all together.

And the things these people

are doing to themselves, Rose.

Holy sh*t.

Wait, you said, um, 20 cases,

but only 19 suicides.

One of the cases

mixes up the pattern.

Some accountant,

Robert Talley.

His business partner

commits suicide

right in front of him,

and four days later,

Talley goes

and f*cking murders a woman

he's never met before,

completely out of the blue.

But get this, a week later,

the key eyewitness

to the m*rder

also commits suicide.

Pattern resumes.

So, he's alive?

Yeah.

He's sitting in holding

in Altoona.

Joel, I gotta talk to him.

I'm gonna need you

to say something.

Yeah, I-- I will.

Just-- Just--

[sighs]

Give me a second.

I mean, Jesus--

I thought you were gonna say

this was some kind of, like,

crazy suicide cult,

or blackmail scheme.

I mean, this? This is--

This? This is--

Hey, Joel.

Okay.

Let's just put aside

the possibility

that some sort of evil,

extraordinary force

could even exist.

What you're saying

is that this thing

is jumping around

from person to person,

and it is causing them

to k*ll themselves?

Okay,

but maybe it's not suicide.

What do you mean?

Okay. So, my patient,

she was terrified,

but she was not suicidal.

And then at-- at the end,

everything about her changed.

It was like the person I had

been talking to was gone.

And something else

had taken over.

[stammering]

So, it's kind of like the guy...

Yes.

...on the security camera

footage?

[Rose]

Yes. Yes. Exactly like that.

Oh, my God. What the f*ck?

In the cases that you found,

um...

how long was it

between each victim's death?

None of them survived

longer than a week.

Some of them didn't even

make it past four days.

[exhales]

Today was my fourth day.

Hey.

Whatever happened

to those people,

it's not gonna happen to you.

I promise.

[train horn blows]

[guard on PA]

Transfer guard to gate three.

Transfer guard to gate three.

[Joel] Thank you.

[guard 2]

Give them a buzz through.

They're clear.

[door buzzes, opens]

[Joel] I owe you one

for this, Doug.

[chuckles] You're just lucky

that he fired every lawyer

he was assigned.

You do know

what this guy did, right?

Well, Dr. Cotter's building

a psychological profile

on a similar case for us.

Oh. Well, Talley's

a whole box of fruit loops.

So, good luck.

Look, you only got

ten minutes with him, okay?

It's the best I could do

without a court order.

Well, I appreciate it.

[door buzzes]

[radio chatter]

[door closes]

[lock clicks]

Mr. Talley,

my name is

Dr. Rose Cotter,

and, um, I was hoping

you'd be willing to

answer some questions

about--

I'm done answering questions.

I confessed.

I actually don't care about

what you were accused of.

What I need to know

is what you experienced

in the days leading up to it.

I have a patient,

a young woman.

Four days ago,

a man k*lled himself

right in front of her.

And ever since then,

she has been seeing something.

[sighs]

Something that pretends

to be other people.

The man that

she saw k*ll himself,

he claimed that he was seeing

the exact same thing.

What the f*ck

do you want from me, huh?

What is it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Why is it that everybody else

who's seen it is dead

and you're alive?

Why? Please.

Mr. Talley,

you can help her.

Okay?

Please.

[train rumbling]

Make the cop leave.

Not gonna happen, pal.

Make him leave,

and I'll tell you what I know.

Joel, please.

I'll be outside,

all right?

[knocks]

[door closes]

[lock clicks]

I tried to research anything

and everything I could

about this thing.

There's been other chains

in the past.

Found one that was in Brazil

a few years ago.

A man there escaped that chain

by k*lling his neighbor

and passing it

to his neighbor's wife.

Your patient is going to die

unless she kills someone.

That's the only way

you can get rid of it.

The only way.

She has to make sure there's

a witness for it to pass to,

'cause this thing needs trauma

to spread.

That's what gives it power.

Trauma.

Your patient has to

make it count.

Tell her to use

some kind of weapon.

Make the biggest mess she can--

I can't k*ll someone!

[gasps]

You?

[gasps] You have it?

No, no, no.

Why the f*ck did you come here?

You're not giving it

back to me.

Get out of here!

I'm sorry.

Get out of here!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

Get her away from me!

[screams]

Hey.

Hey! Wait.

What happened in there?

Nothing.

What'd he say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

He's out of his f*cking mind,

Joel.

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

[cell phone ringing]

[ringing stops]

[cell phone chimes]

Ah, f*ck.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

What are you doing here?

I apologize

if you felt ambushed yesterday.

That was the wrong approach.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I think you should go.

Rose.

We both know

I have a responsibility

to notify the authorities

if you're a danger

to yourself or others.

I need you to help convince me

you're not a danger.

Trevor mentioned

there had been

talk of ghosts.

I never used the word

"ghosts."

Evil beings, then.

Paranormal.

I admitted to him

that I was seeing things,

the same thing that I told you.

That's not happening anymore.

Okay?

It was stress

and lack of sleep.

I confided in him, and that

was obviously a mistake.

But that's it.

Okay? Are we good?

How are you feeling today?

[scoffs]

Let me think, um--

I'm pretty sure my fianc

thinks I'm crazy.

My sister has just

totally shut me out.

And now

my former therapist

is making unannounced

house calls

to ensure that

I am not a danger.

So, other than that,

I'm really good.

[phone ringing]

Should you get that?

What?

[on phone]

Rose, it's Madeline.

I've been trying your mobile

all morning.

I'm very concerned about

how we left things yesterday.

Rose? Are you there?

No.

[Madeline on phone]

Hello?

No.

Rose?

No. No.

[demonic voice]

Almost time, Rose.

What the f*ck are you?

[growling]

Ple-- Please.

[shrieks]

No, no.

No. No, no.

[gasping]

[laughs]

No.

[roars]

[patient laughing]

[staff chattering]

Hey, Dr. Cotter.

Aren't you supposed to be

on leave?

Just grabbing something

from my office.

[whispering]

Carl. Hi.

No. No.

It's okay.

No, no, no.

It's okay.

Oh, God.

No, no. Oh, no, no, no.

Shh. Shh. Just calm down.

No! No, no!

No! No!

Shh! Shut the f*ck up.

[screams]

Just calm down, okay? Okay.

[Dr. Desai] Rose.

[gasps]

What are you doing here?

[Carl babbling]

I don't know.

Rose, you can't

be around patients.

[groans]

[shouts]

[shouting]

[both shouting]

[Dr. Desai shouts]

f*ck! Rose!

[screaming]

[screams]

[breathes heavily]

f*ck!

[gasping]

[knocks on window]

[horn honks]

Rose, what are you

doing here?

Nothing.

I don't-- I don't know.

I don't know why. I, uh--

Why don't we go inside together

and we can just talk?

No! It's--

It's not safe.

Rose, I don't think you should

be alone right now.

I need--

I need to be alone.

I need to be--

I need to be alone.

[stammers]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Rose, I don't think you should

go anywhere, okay?

You just relax, I'm gonna make

a phone call, all right?

[screams]

Rose. Rose, don't go anywhere.

Wait. Rose, please.

Please don't go anywhere, okay?

Just hang--

Rose. Rose, wait! Rose!

[gasping]

[ringing]

Joel.

[Joel] Rose, I saw a police APB

go out for you

that says you're dangerous.

What the f*ck happened?

I know what I need to do.

What?

This thing, it needs

all of its victims

to pass it on

in order to survive,

but if there's no one else

around, it has no way to pass.

As long as I'm alone,

I can deprive it

of what it needs.

That doesn't make any sense.

Your plan is just to

avoid people forever?

I am not gonna

keep running, okay?

I've got to face it.

Okay, Rose, I'm coming to you.

Just tell me where--

[line disconnects]

[cell phone ringing]

[keys jangle]

[lock clicks]

[hinge creaking]

[light switch clicking]

[hinge creaking]

[faint groaning]

[groaning continues]

[wailing]

[groaning, wailing stops]

[raspy breathing]

Rose.

Baby...

[crying]

Help me, please.

Mommy made a mistake.

Get the phone.

Call for help.

[labored breathing]

Rose!

[hinge creaking]

[panting]

[door opens]

[hinges creaking]

[mother sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

[hinges creaking]

[sniffles]

[crying]

Rose. [gasps]

It's okay, baby.

Come here.

I am so sorry.

I-- I haven't been a good mom.

I want to be.

I really try to be.

But sometimes

everything is just too much.

There is something terrible

inside of me.

I hate myself.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Are you ashamed of me?

No.

Then why did you let me die?

Why didn't you save me?

It's not my fault.

You could have called for help.

Stop. Stop it.

But you didn't.

Stop it.

You wished that I would die.

Because I was afraid of you!

I was ten years old

and you were a monster.

And I know that it's not fair.

You-- You needed help.

But I couldn't.

And I have carried that guilt

for my entire life.

And I--

I have to let it go.

I ha-- I have to let it go.

This is not real.

But Rose,

your mind makes it real.

What are you?

Why are you

doing this to me?

Because your mind...

[voice distorting]

...is so inviting.

[gasps]

[creaking]

[chuckling]

[gasps]

[chuckling continues]

[chuckling]

[whimpers]

[entity screams]

[distant laughter echoing]

[whimpers]

[Rose screams]

You can't escape

your mind, Rose.

[entity chuckles]

[Rose coughing]

[growls]

[gasping, choking]

It's--

It's my mind.

[entity growls]

[grunts]

[screams]

You can't escape it either.

[grunts]

[roaring]

[screaming]

Rose!

Rose!

[growling, screeching]

[growling, screeching continues]

[coughs]

[Joel] Holy sh*t.

Are you okay?

Can I just

come in for a sec?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Where have you

been?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for dragging you into

my whole f*cked-up mess.

[scoffs]

For most of my life,

I've been afraid of

letting people get too close,

because I was afraid of...

what they might see

if they really looked.

And so I-- I put walls up,

and I kept people at a distance.

[sighs]

And then...

I met you,

and I could feel

those walls coming down.

And it scared the sh*t

out of me.

And so...

I was selfish,

and that was not fair to you.

And I am so, so sorry.

And I'm-- I'm being selfish

again by even asking,

but do you think that--

that I could stay here

and just...

just sleep?

Could you...

stay with me while I sleep?

Please.

Yeah, of course

I'll stay with you.

I'll stay with you forever.

No.

[chuckling]

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

[chuckling continues]

[gasps]

No.

[screams]

[sobs]

[door closes]

[Joel] Rose.

No, no, no!

[banging]

[Joel] Rose!

No.

Rose, open the door!

Open the door.

[banging continues]

Rose!

[hissing]

[thudding, creaking]

[chuckling]

No!

No!

f*ck. Uh--

Hold on. I'm coming!

No!

[Rose screaming]

[Joel] Rose!

[Rose] No!

[chuckling]

[roaring]

[screams]

[gasps]

[entity gasping, distorted]

[growling]

Rose.

[dripping]

Rose?

[can clatters]

Rose?

[growling, distorted laughter]

[flames roaring]

["Lollipop" playing]

[song ends]