01x01 - Never Get on One Knee

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music playing]

["Bridal Chorus" playing,
muffled, overlapping]

-[camera shutter clicking, muffled]
-[bride breathing heavily]

[guests murmuring, muffled]

[woman, muffled] Wow. Stunning.

[clicks, muffled]

-[guests whispering, muffled]
-[woman giggling, muffled]

[woman muffled] Oh.

-[bride continues breathing heavily]
-[heartbeat pounding]

[inhales, exhales]

["Bridal Chorus" warps]

[tense music playing, overlapping]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[music warps]

[people screaming]

[disturbing music playing]

["It Ain't Me, Babe"
by Johnny Cash playing]

♪ Go away from my window ♪

♪ Leave at your own chosen speed ♪

♪ I'm not the one you want, babe… ♪

[man, muffled] Rachel.

-Rachel!
-[bus horn blaring]

-Are you okay?
-[panting] Oh my God.

-Wanna switch? We can switch.
-What the f*ck?

-I know.
-[Rachel] Oh.

-Do you want me to drive?
-Sorry. No, it's fine.

-[man] Yeah.
-Oh my God. I'm sorry.

Just will you talk to me
so I don't fall asleep again?

-Yeah, okay. Okay. Um…
-[exhales forcefully]

Oh, the original Coldies is coming up
in the next town.

-Hmm?
-[man] Yeah.

-Coldies? I don't--
-What, they didn't have Coldies in Oregon?

Well, you've heard of Coldies, though,
right? The frozen custard shop?

-[chuckling] No.
-Bro, are you kidding?

What about Larry Poole,
the founder of Coldies?

How would I know about the founder
of an ice cream shop I've never heard of?

[scoffs] I mean,
he also m*rder*d three women,

and it's custard… [clicks tongue]
…not ice cream.

Oh my God, how?

-They make it different from ice cream.
-No.

I think it uses more eggs or something.
It was strangulation, I think, mostly.

There's this podcast about Larry Poole,

and it talks about this woman
he tried to k*ll in the early '90s,

and she was, like, eight months pregnant,

and she just talks about all
the f*cking sh*t she had to do to survive.

I mean, what… what kind of f*cking sh*t?

[woman over podcast] I was in his truck.
He was taking me down this remote highway.

And that's when I noticed
this tiny little shoe at my feet.

A Barbie shoe.
That could have meant he had a daughter,

so I told him I was having a little girl.

I was pregnant. I kept reminding him,
"I'm pregnant." [chuckles]

Then I saw a rest stop sign.

I asked if we could stop.

And he… he just reached over,
and he slit my throat.

It felt hot,
the… the blood coming out of me.

And what I didn't expect
is that when you lose a lot of blood,

you can feel actually euphoric.

Uh…

It was the same way I felt
on my wedding day.

More than near death,

it was almost like love.

And then Larry threw me out
on the side of the road.

[metallic rattling]

I just kept thinking… [inhales]

…"If you close your eyes…
[exhales] …you'll die here."

So I got up.

I walked along the road
holding my throat together.

And I started to feel less euphoric
and more melted,

like I was disappearing,

but at the same time,
like I was running a marathon.

And I was winning. I was winning.

I made it to the rest stop.
A young couple was there.

Their eyes…

God, they were horrified
by the sight of me.

But they were so kind.

I mean, thank God for them.
Thank God for them.

Those people saved my life.

[Rachel gasps]

I'm gonna grab a lighter
from the gas station. Want anything?

-Maybe, uh, cinnamon gum?
-It's not that gross.

It's pretty gross.
Oh, will you, uh, save us a--

Window booth. Yeah.

[rack creaking]

["No Doubt About It"
by The Tiffanys playing]

[clerk] Ten seventy-five.

♪ No doubt about it ♪

-♪ I really think you're fine ♪
-[chorus] ♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I'll shout all about it ♪

-♪ Tell the world you're mine ♪
-[chorus] ♪ Ooh… ♪

[inaudible]

And what-- It's not just that.
I heard that you can also actually feel

your bones and organs shifting
to make room for the baby to come out.

[chuckles, gags]

You know, some women have giant babies.
Have you heard of that?

Like 12-pound babies,
huge heads, just tearing everything.

We wouldn't have a huge baby.

How do you know?

[man] Well, I just think
that, like, our future baby…

[Rachel] Yeah?

…would be dainty.

You can't guarantee that.

I don't want to be torn open.

It'll be small, I promise, like this.

-Smaller.
-Smaller? Okay.

Smaller than that.

-Smaller.
-[chuckling] Smaller?

-I can't-- [chuckling]
-Okay. That's good.

[chuckling]

Wait.

That's so close. Holy sh*t.

-[Rachel] Really?
-Yeah, I gotta show you.

[man 2] He's cursed
with bad things happening to 'em.

-[woman] Why does he keep getting them?
-[man 2] I don't know. The guy loves dogs.

[woman] Why do they keep going missing?

[man 2] I… What do you want me to say?
Dogs go missing.

-[woman] No, dogs don't go missing.
-[man 2] What?

-Cats go missing.
-[man 2] That's not how it works.

Are you sure you've never seen
the logo before? I mean, it's identical.

[Rachel] Mmm.

That is weird.

You even got the pose right
and everything.

-Yeah. Hmm. I don't know.
-[man] It's crazy.

You have a sixth sense or something.

Did I ever tell you
about my dad's girlfriend?

-The one that had the daughter, Kathy?
-No, keep going.

This four-year-old girl Kathy,
she could remember her past life,

and she always talked about
her "late husband"

and how he drowned trying
to rescue their son from the rapids.

Sounds like Kathy had a great imagination.

No, I think that children can
inexplicably exist in a third dimension

or at least remember their past lives
and, I don't know, maybe even the future.

And I think that's weird.
I… I don't like it.

Or… Kathy had a great imagination.

[Rachel] You didn't know Kathy.
She was haunted.

I don't want… haunted children.

-Yeah, well, we won't haunt them.
-They come out haunted.

-You're not haunted.
-You can't know that for sure.

I hope our kid comes out like you.

That's very sweet.

At least my mom got to skip that part.

Which part?

The whole thing. I mean, aren't children
just basically like a vessel

for old people to pour their love into?

Just distract from
the inevitable loneliness of aging.

[man 2] Great lunch.

[woman] What reason would a person have
to keep losing their dog?

[man 2] It's not like it's on purpose.
I'm like, who cares?

[continues speaking indistinctly]

[Rachel] What's wrong?

-[scoffs]
-It's okay. I didn't even know her.

-[man] Yeah.
-It's fine.

We had such a great seven and a half
months together. It was so good.

I didn't…
I didn't really even need any more.

[man chuckles]

Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah.
Yeah, I've actually heard that.

That's, um…
That's a secret to a healthy adulthood.

What? A… a dead mother
and an agoraphobic father?

-Is that the secret?
-Yeah. It's perfect.

I think I read
a New York Times article about it.

And they said also that
someone with overbearing parents

makes the perfect match for someone
with a dead mother and a strange father.

Should we, like, get married or something?

Oh, I'm thinking really small ceremony

in my parents' little vacation cabin
in the woods.

None of the wedding bullshit,
just beautiful nature,

snow falling outside the window.

And we don't have to fly.

We can drive and stop
at the fanciest restaurants we can find.

That's it. Let's f*cking go.
I'll marry you.

Okay, cheers.

Clink. [chuckles]

-I love you.
-Love you.

-Hey.
-Hmm?

My family's gonna love you.

Thanks. She's got it.
We're getting married.

-And, um…
-Hmm?

Our kid will be perfect.

Don't put so much pressure on our kid.

Our kid will be mediocre.

Some kids k*ll their own parents.

Okay, but how is our kid gonna k*ll us
when it's only this big?

[exhales]

-[cash register dings]
-[sighs]

He's k*lling the dogs, isn't he?

What?

["Today's Supernatural"
by Animal Collective playing]

♪ Erratic seesaw ♪

♪ This exploding young brain
Has gone and blown me out again ♪

♪ And now I don't feel the same ♪

["What Love Has Joined Together"
by Mary Wells playing]

[chorus] ♪ I love you ♪

♪ I love you
From the bottom of my heart… ♪

Can you change it? Stop.

["Bleeding All Over You"
by Martha Wainwright playing]

♪ My heart was made for
Bleeding all over you… ♪

[flies buzzing]

[eerie music playing]

["Time to Dance"
by The Shoes & Anthonin Ternant playing]

♪ Do what I do, it's what I feel ♪

♪ Up to the sun, it won't be long ♪

Ready? Three.

[both] Two. One. [inhaling]

[curious music playing]

Mm-mm.

-Mm-mm.
-[Rachel] Mmm?

-Mm-mm.
-[engine revving]

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-mm.

Mmm!

Mmm.

[Rachel] Mmm. Mm-mm.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mm-mm!

[coughing]

-Damn it. Ow!
-[grunts]

Ah!

[inhales forcefully]

Babe. [scoffs]

What?

-You weren't ready.
-I'm sorry. It was a long tunnel.

-[man sighs]
-Oh, but that's bad luck.

-[man] I'm sorry.
-[Rachel sighs]

[man] We'll get it on the way back.

[Rachel] f*ck.

[eerie music playing]

f*ck.

[Rachel] God, I gotta pee.

[brakes squeal]

[engine shuts off]

[groans]

[children's music playing over radio]

♪ Little cabin in the woods ♪

♪ Little man by the window stood ♪

♪ Saw a rabbit hopping by ♪

♪ Frightened as can be ♪

[gasps]

♪ "Help me, help me, help," he said… ♪

Oh my God! Nicky!
Nicky, come here! Come here!

-[Nicky] What?
-[Rachel] Come here!

-Look.
-[Nicky] Oh my God.

-[Rachel] Do you think it's okay?
-[crying]

Wha--? Okay, stay here.

-Where are you going?
-I'm gonna go check the bathroom.

-[Nicky] Rachel. Are you--
-I'm looking for its parents, and, uh…

-Just stay. I'll be right back.
-[Nicky] Rachel!

-Uh…
-[baby continues crying]

Okay. Hi, baby. What's up? No.

No, no, no, don't cry. Happy baby.

[door creaks]

Hello?

[panting]

[water dripping]

Anyone in here?

Oh my God.

Hello?

[groans]

[tense music playing]

[lock clacks]

[door creaking]

[keys jingling]

Hello?

[door creaking]

-[dramatic sting]
-[gasps]

[exhales forcefully]

[whimpers]

[squelching]

[groans]

[Nicky] Hey.

[Rachel panting, exhales]

[Nicky] Uh, I'm not getting any service.

I checked the men's room.
There's no one in there.

[Rachel] Oh, f*ck. No service.

Okay.

Um…

[children's music continues playing
over radio]

I think one of us should stay here
with the baby

and the other drive
to the nearest gas station

or restaurant and call for help.

Okay, yeah. Um… What do you want me to…

Why is it quiet?

-What?
-What if it freezes to death in there?

♪ Lost my partner, what'll I do… ♪

[Rachel sighs]

-[door handle rattling]
-Okay. Uh…

Did you try breaking it?

[banging]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Rachel] What the f*ck?

[brakes squeal]

[engine shuts off]

[wind whistling]

[music playing over speakers in distance]

[neon sign buzzing]

[pool ba*ls clacking]

["In Heaven" by d*ck Stusso
playing over speakers]

♪ But the things we like always last ♪

♪ 'Cause that's how it is ♪

♪ In heaven ♪

♪ Nothing will matter… ♪

[Rachel] Hi. Hi. Excuse me.

There's a rest stop


I don't have any cell service,
but my boyfriend and I, uh, stopped there.

And… and we… we found a… a baby
abandoned in a car,

and I think that maybe something, like,
bad might have happened to its parents.

Uh…

Are you…

Are you alone out here?

Oh. That's good.

[bartender] You're here.

Oh, that's less good.

Sorry, can you call the cops, please?

Uh…

Benjamin.

Yep, Benjamin.

So cool.

Benjamin was the name of the guy
who worked here before me,

but he hung himself
in the bathroom with an electrical cord,

and they were too cheap to get me
a name tag with my own name on it.

Um…

Sorry, could you…
could you call the cops now, please?

Are you stoned?

[exhales]

It helps me relax.

You seem relaxed.

-Could you call the cops, please?
-[drawer slams]

Wait here. I'll call.

[wind whistling]

[exhales]

[exhales forcefully]

[inhales through teeth]

[sighs]

[urinating]

[sighing]

[door creaks open]

[urinating stops]

[door closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[dramatic sting]

f*ck! [exhales]

["You Are My Destiny" by Paul Anka
playing over speakers]

[bartender] Hey, you said south of here?

Uh, yeah, south of here. Um, hey.

Okay, stay there.

Wait. [loud whisper] Benjamin.

♪ You are what you are to me… ♪

f*ck.

[tapping]

[chorus] ♪ You are my destiny… ♪

[coins jangling]

[clicks]

[music stops]

[ratcheting]

[rattling]

-[gumball rattling]
-[footsteps approaching]

-[keys jingling]
-[Rachel exhales]

[gumball continues rattling]

[Rachel breathing heavily]

[gumball thuds]

-[Rachel grunts]
-[keys jingle]

[tense music playing]

[breath trembling]

[eerie music playing]

[squelching]

[keys jingling]

Are you sure he's the one?

[music resumes over speakers]

-[door opens]
-[bartender] Hey.

Hey! They're coming to rescue your baby!

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine starts]

[brakes squeal]

[panting]

What the f*ck?

[door opens]

[eerie music playing]

[panting]

f*ck!

[music stops]

[brakes squeal]

[engine idling]

[wind whistling]

-[engine shuts off]
-[exhales]

[trees creaking]

[bird cawing]

[animal squealing]

[gasps] Oh my God! f*cking damn it.

f*ck!

-Oh my God. Sorry. Sorry.
-You scared me, Nicky.

-[panting]
-Is the baby okay?

Oh yeah, the family came back.

-What… the f*ck? You're bleeding.
-Oh.

What happened?

So, they thought
I was trying to steal their baby,

and the guy punched me in the face.

-What?
-Yeah.

They pulled over to get some fresh air
because she was car sick.

-And then I guess they went for a walk.
-And what, and left their baby in the car?

-Yeah, I don't know.
-What?

Is that not f*cking psychotic?

-Let me see.
-Yeah, I know.

-[groans]
-Oh.

f*ck, you had such a nice face.

Yeah, they were really apologetic.
They felt like we did the right thing.

-Okay, I'm so glad they felt that way.
-[engine starts]

Wait, wait. Should we wait for the cops?

[eerie music playing]

No. No, let's get the f*ck out of here.

-[Nicky] You okay?
-Hmm?

-You okay?
-Yeah. I'm just so tired.

-What is it?
-Uh, code is 0817.

Your birthday?

-[intercom beeps]
-[gate clangs]

[Rachel] No pressure
marrying the favorite child.

[Nicky] Stop. You know
they can't wait to meet you.

Whoa.

Yeah. [chuckles]

[car doors slamming]

Your parents' little vacation cabin?

Is it not a cabin?

-[Rachel chuckling] It's not little.
-[chuckling]

Hope I don't have
a concussion or something.

[sighs] God.

[bird cawing]

[Nicky] Okay. You ready?

[creaking]

[magical music playing]

[Rachel] Holy sh*t.

This is insane.

[Rachel] Oh God.

-[Nicky] Yeah. Um…
-What is…

It's like a tradition
with the family dogs.

Oh, it's actually…

We always got in trouble
for looking in their eyes

because it was considered, like,
disrespectful to do after they were dead.

How would anyone know
if you looked them in the eyes?

Just… my dad said that they could see.

I just looked 'em in the eyes,
so… what, am I in trouble?

I guess we'll find out.

[eerie music playing]

Is that empty chair for… for me?

I know you… you've always dreamed
of being painted into a family portrait

guarded by two taxidermy dogs.

[Rachel] My God, did they paint over
your brother's ex-wife with his new one?

[Nicky chuckles]
Yeah, my sister demanded it.

-That's f*cking weird. [chuckles]
-Yeah.

[door creaks]

[Nicky] This is the love cave.

[Rachel] The love cave?

[Nicky] Yeah.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Rachel giggles]

[door creaks]

Woo! [laughs]

[footsteps approaching rapidly]

-[Rachel gasps, groans]
-[Nicky chuckles]

-[Rachel chuckles]
-Mmm…

[Nicky sighs]

Was this a family pet too?

Oh, no.

My great-grandmother Elizabeth
was k*lled by a bear.

And her husband died
trying to avenge her death. [chuckles]

Wow.

Yeah.

Would you do that for me?

Of course.

Oh, careful. Careful.

-Sorry. Sorry.
-Yeah. You're good.

I could, uh… [smacks tongue]
…get you some ice for your face,

or I could, you know,
just call the butler.

Oh, he's off at ten.

Oh.

-I'm just kidding. Are you sure?
-Stupid.

-I can get it.
-I got it. Just tell me where it is.

[yawning] All right.
I'll get the bags from the car.

Kitchen, it's, uh, down the atrium

to the right
of the curved hallway by the front door.

-Here?
-[Nicky] Yeah, to the right.

[slow music playing in distance]

[dishes clattering in distance]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[woman 1] Get the f*ck out of here.
We're having girl time.

[man] It's a public kitchen.
You go somewhere else.

[woman 1] Wait, did you make this for him?
He eats this chicken all the time?

[woman 2] No. I don't cook for Jules.
I cook for myself.

He just happened to be there.

[woman 1] You should divorce him
and marry me

and complete
the Cunningham sibling trifecta. f*ck!

-You scared the sh*t out of me!
-Sorry!

Sorry, I… I didn't want to interrupt.

I can go.

Oh my God, she exists. [inhales]

There's no such thing as interrupting.
Come here. We're family!

Oh, it's your wedding!

-Are you excited?
-[inhales through teeth]

I am excited. I am.

Oh, we were just talking about you,
and you appeared out of thin air.

I told you I can summon things.

She's not a thing, Portia.

[Portia] Come meet your new family.

[Rachel] Uh…

Nellie. Julie.

-It's Nell.
-[Rachel] Hi.

-It's Jules.
-[Rachel] Nice to meet you.

I can't believe we're finally meeting you.
It's like you've been avoiding us.

Oh my God, no.

I was disappointed
you didn't come to London

or our Iceland trip last summer,
but you're scared of planes or whatever?

[scoffs] No--

I was telling my friend Sydney about
how you and Nicky met at an airport.

-Oh! So romantic.
-[Rachel chuckles]

Thank you.

You're really cute. Isn't she cute?

-She's very cute, yeah.
-Aw…

Oh, let me see the ring.

-Oh.
-[Portia gasps]

So pretty. [light chuckle]

-Nellie, isn't it pretty?
-It is pretty, yeah.

So where is darling Nicky?

Uh, he's just unloading the car.
We… we just got here. Um…

I actually came in here to get some ice
for his face because he, um…

[smacks tongue]

He got punched in the face tonight.

-Really?
-What?!

It's a long story. It's…

We got time.

Um…

We were at a rest stop
in, what, the middle of nowhere,

and there was an…
like, an abandoned baby in… in a car.

Nicky stayed with the baby.
I went to get help.

And then when I went to this dive bar,

there was this, like,
very creepy guy. And--

What if it was the Sorry Man?

[chuckles]

Portia.

The what?

Did you know there's something evil
living in these woods?

Mm-mm. No, we're not doing that.

[Portia] Come on!
I can tell a f*cking story if I want to.

-I'm done.
-Rachel wants to hear it.

-[Portia chuckles]
-Don't worry.

[Nell] Good night, Rachel.

[Rachel] Good night.

-[Jules] Watch out.
-Oh!

Okay, I'm gonna go.

[inhales through teeth]

-[Portia] Rachel.
-Hmm?

It's quick. It's a bedtime story.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. Picture this. It's a regular
winter day, a day just like today.

Jules is like 8 and decides to run away
because he's dramatic.

I'm a baby, so I don't remember it anyway.

It starts getting dark out,
and baby Jules is all alone in the woods.

You know what's worse
than being all alone in the woods?

When you realize
you're actually not all alone. [chuckles]

So Jules hears a woman
screaming like… [screaming]

…but worse.

He tries to run away from the sound,
but no matter what direction he gets,

the screams get louder and louder

and louder and louder and louder…

Until he comes face-to-face with it.

The Sorry Man.

[eerie music playing]

With his long, sharp, dirty nails,
his distended belly,

his mouth open
in a downturned smile, wailing.

It's awful. Picture that sh*t
ten f*cking feet in front of you,

and that's what baby Jules sees.

So Jules hides from the Sorry Man,
holding his breath,

watching, watching,

watching

as the Sorry Man cuts a woman open

and turns her inside out.

And the whole time he does it, he cries,

and he says,
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

It's awful.

He's totally deranged, and he comes up
from hell stalking these woods,

believing his long-lost wife
is hidden inside another woman.

Like one day, he'll slice a woman open and

there she'll be.

And the two of them can go back to hell
in some f*cked-up, romantic kind of…

Oh my God.

[swallows] What is that?

[footsteps receding]

[music resumes over speakers]

Ha! I got you! I got you both.

Oh, Judie, what's up?

[chuckles] What are you doing up, Judie?
Spying on the girls?

[Jude] Sorry, Aunt Portia.
I couldn't sleep.

[Portia] Well, this is Rachel.

She's gonna be your new aunt.
Isn't that exciting?

Aw, it's okay.

No, the Sorry Man's awoken
by the scent of blood,

so you just have to avoid bleeding.
You're not on your period, right?

Don't worry. The Sorry Man
doesn't want little boys. No.

He prefers brides.

So this is what we say to Auntie Rachel.
Good night.

-[Jude] Good night.
-[Portia] Sweet bride.

Sweet bride.

Don't let the Sorry Man see your insides.

[tense music playing]

Hey, sorry you had to hear that story
to get me this.

It scared us so much when we were kids
that our parents put a ban on it.

So you met Jules and Nellie too?
That's fun.

Were they trying to k*ll each other
with butter knives?

I mean, you don't believe in it… right?

[Nicky] No. I definitely don't believe in
the human-skin-wearing monster from hell.

But something happened to Jules
in the woods when we were kids.

He just… came back different.

You don't know what really happened?

I mean… [exhales]
…that's the story he came back with.

[romantic music playing]

[Nicky] And then my parents ditched him
at some fancy European boarding school.

Pretty messed up, right?

I stabbed a guy at the dive bar.

What?

With the car keys. [exhales]
He was super f*cking creepy.

Wait, what? What do you mean?

He kept staring at me,
and then he started walking up to me.

I thought he was gonna hurt me,
but he was--

I don't know how to describe it.
But also, like, he was watching me pee.

What? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. It was just…

[music stops]

I don't know.

I do feel sort of like I'm having déjà vu
but, like, not the good kind.

Like I feel something so familiar,
and I don't know how to describe it

except just dread.

Like when you just know
something bad's gonna happen.

You just know.
And I've been feeling that way

more and more and more and more and more
since we got here.

And then now that we're here,
I just, like… I don't know.

-I just, like, I really feel it now.
-Hey, come here. Come here. Rachel.

Baby, come here.

It's okay. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I…

[fire crackling]

I get it. Hey, I've been feeling it too.
I've been feeling off.

I completely understand.

Nicky.

Hmm?

Did you tell your sister I didn't come
to Iceland because of a panic attack?

No. I… I wouldn't do that.

Then why does she know
I'm afraid of flying?

Well, she knows the story of how we met.

[Rachel chuckles]

-I'm sorry.
-[Nicky chuckles]

[moans] I love you.

[Nicky moans]

[both moaning]

[Rachel] Mmm…

Sorry. Sorry.

What?

[exhales]

[softly] I have to do the thing.

[creaking]

[Rachel breathing heavily]

[breathing quickens]

[moaning]

[both moaning]

[moaning heightens]

[silence]

[sniffles]

[groans]

[footsteps approaching]

[wood creaks]

[whispers] Nicky!

[door knob rattling]

[wood creaking]

[footsteps receding rapidly]

-[door rattling]
-[lock clanks]

[door creaking]

[tense music playing]

[wind whistling]

[door slams]

[footsteps receding rapidly]

-[lock clanks]
-[door creaking]

[wind whistling]

[door slams]

[door creaking]

[door slams]

[door creaking]

[panting]

[door slams]

-[door creaking]
-[wind whistling]

[door slams]

-[door creaking]
-[wind whistling]

[thud]

-[creaking, slams]
-[wind whistling]

[door creaking, slams]

-[creaking, slams]
-[wind whistling]

-[creaking]
-[wind whistling]

[slams]

-[creaking]
-[wind whistling]

[eerie music playing]

-[wind whistling]
-[leaves rustling]

[creaking]

[door slams]

[floorboards creaking]

[Rachel] Mrs. Cunningham?

Hey.

Hey.

Mrs. Cunningham?

Hey, are you okay?

[exhales]

There she is! [gasps]

The next Mrs. Cunningham.

[Rachel chuckles]

Mmm.

-[door opens]
-[wind whistling]

Hi.

[man] Victoria, sweetheart,
let's get you back to bed.

I was… I was just getting the mail.

You don't have to do that, love.
That's my job.

We won't be seeing much
of each other anymore.

Oh, no, no, we will.
It's… it's just the beginning.

[disturbing music playing]

["You Are My Destiny"
by Paul Anka playing]

[chorus] ♪ Destiny ♪

[chorus] ♪ You're my destiny ♪

♪ You are my destiny ♪

♪ You are what you are to me ♪

♪ You are my happiness ♪

♪ That's what you are ♪

♪ You are my destiny ♪

♪ You share my reverie ♪

♪ You're more than happiness ♪

♪ That's what you are ♪

[chorus] ♪ My destiny ♪

[song ends]

[dark music playing]

[music ends]