Enter Sanctum (2025)

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(victim screaming)

(mysterious voices whispering)

(light music)

(waves crashing)

(waves crashing)

(ominous music)

(victim panting)

Please, please.

Please don't let them take me back.

Just take me with you, please.

I can't.

Please.

I'm not like the others, please, please.

I'm not, I don't belong there.

I can't do anything.

I told you, you can't leave

I'll do whatever you

want, just don't let them

take me, please.

'Til you've been healed.

Please, please.

(pensive music)

The state appreciates your loyalty.

(thicket rustling)

(wind blowing)

(mask hissing)

(birds singing)

Stop right there.

Hello.

You must be Mr. Pressman.

He hasn't arrived yet.

I'm Kensington, the protection unit.

Just you?

That's right.

Not that there's much to worry about.

There's only critters in these trees.

Good to see the state's

looking out for us though.

Always.

You're not a resident, are you?

No, I'm Walt, the caretaker.

I'll be looking after the place.

Just you?

Hmm.

(car engine rumbling)

(door clacking)

Gentlemen, welcome to

Sanctum. (Inhaling) (exhaling)

(birds squawking)

27 units all together,

each equipped with all

the comforts and luxuries

anyone could desire.

The beach, the island, the open lawn,

(exhaling) and a beautiful common room

to bring everyone together

when all that space gets

to be too much for them.

Yeah, and all the

maintenance functions here

completely automated.

If something breaks,

fixing it is as simple

as pressing a button.

It'll be the easiest job

you've ever had, Walter.

Looking forward to it, sir.

How many residents?

Well, at the moment,

only four units are spoken for.

Makes our job a little

bit easier, doesn't it?

I thought people are fleeing the center

like rats these days,

trying to outrun that

toxic cloud they call air?

Yes, perhaps,

but not all of them are

well resourced enough

to end up here.

Why don't you take a look

around, Mr. Kensington,

satisfy your inner sleuth.

Wanna show Walter here to his quarters.

(birds singing)

Come with me, Walter.

We'll get your working

holiday off to a proper start.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Kensington.

(Kensington sighing)

Is that one of the original buildings?

Not just any building,

this is the old head doctor's quarters.

Perfect place of prominence

for a responsible citizen like you.

(door clacking)

Cozy.

If these walls could talk.

My people tell me your family

once lived in the surrounding woods.

Yes, that's right.

Then I have no doubt

you've heard some stories

about Sanctum's past,

colorful stories,

maybe even have a few to share yourself.

Yes.

I'd prefer it if you kept

those stories to yourself.

But there's nothing to stop them

from finding out on Archive.

I mean, you didn't even change the name.

True, there's no stopping

the free flow of information

in today's world.

And if one of our residents

were to be disturbed

enough about Sanctum's past

to reconsider their investment,

that would be a sad loss for us.

(pensive music)

However, if you were to

encourage their discomfort

in any way,

I'm afraid you're the one

that'd be losing out, Walter.

I won't let it happen, sir.

We appreciate your loyalty.

(waves crashing)

(birds squawking)

(bright music)

(machinery whirring)

(Walt sighing)

(system beeping)

Hmm, so far, so good.

(bright music)

(water flowing)

(Walt grunting)

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(Walt grunting)

(Walt panting)

(ominous music)

(Walt panting)

Too early to crack up, old man.

(waves crashing)

(light music)

(car engine rumbling)

(door clacking)

(door slamming)

(door clacking)

Hello there.

- Oh.

Hi there.

Please, please don't

let them take me back.

I'm not like the others.

Oh, I'm Walt, the caretaker.

I'm Sidney, this is my husband, Brian.

I wasn't expecting anyone

from the convoy until tomorrow.

We decided to leave early,

avoid the chaos a bit.

Hmm, I hear that.

- Walt.

- What that?

Yes, sir.

Could you get a cart for our belongings?

Walt's the caretaker, hun,

not removalist.

No, no problem at all.

(trunk slamming)

(Walt straining)

(pensive music)

(birds singing)

Welcome to Sanctum.

Today's air quality is 82% pure.

Today's water quality is 79% pure.

The state wishes you a pleasant day.

(upbeat music)

(car engines rumbling)

(door clacking)

(phone beeping)

(birds squawking)

(waves crashing)

(footsteps clopping)

(box smacking)

No f*cking way.

Jane, control yourself.

Allow me.

Uh, please be careful.

Do you know what this

place used to be, Mum?

[Mother] What?

What's wrong with this place now?

It was a freaking insane asylum.

Aw, please, Jane.

It's really not a problem.

What?

You're saying that's true?

That what's true?

It was a state sanitarium, yes.

That's a nice way to put it.

Why didn't anyone tell us?

You didn't know?

There is a thing called Archive, Mum.

It is on the same grounds.

And all of the buildings

just happen to be in the same place.

(mother scoffing)

And shares some of

the same features, true.

Personally, I just think it makes

this place more interesting.

Trust me when I say, it's

a really beautiful place.

I grew up just near here.

Freaky.

Did any of the crazies ever leak out?

No, nothing like that.

Come on, it's just a giant resort.

It was then,

and it's just a very expensive one now.

(mother scoffing)

Just listen to my friend.

Walt, the caretaker.

Just listen to Walt, the caretaker.

(hand slapping)

He's a smart man.

They really have made it very nice.

You will enjoy living here.

Well, I appreciate

your vote of confidence.

I certainly need it these days.

Come on, Jane.

You've so got stories.

Can just tell.

We'll talk.

Well played.

(Walt sighing)

(waves crashing)

Mum, you.

(mother snoring)

Bored?

(sighing) Thank God for

mood stabilizers, huh?

All right, I'll just entertain myself.

(door sliding)

(crickets chirping)

I'm guessing there's no

24-hour convenience stores

out there.

Okay.

(sighing) This, ladies and gentlemen,

is the warm, welcoming family home

my mother has brought me to.

No expense spared, of course,

not when she's spending the

settlement money anyway.

My wardrobe, however, (scoffing)

Suffers greatly.

But that's not all we're

here to talk about tonight.

No, tonight, my friends,

we're taking a tour of this crazy house.

That's right, I officially

live in a loony bin.

They've said that all

of the crazies are gone,

but I would like to see

what a little bit of

investigation turns out.

Shall we?

(mysterious shrieking)

(pensive music)

f*ck.

Holy sh*t.

(ominous music)

(Jane screaming)

(brush scratching)

(birds singing)

Jane.

Jane.

(ominous music)

Jane?

What happened?

I don't know, are you okay?

Yeah, fine, totally.

Do you need me to call your mother?

No, no, that's fine.

Do you need a hand getting home?

No, I got it, thanks.

Jane.

Thanks.

Hey, don't tell my mum about this, okay?

She's only got so many fuses left to blow.

Hmm, as long as you're okay.

(wind blowing)

Yeah.

Yeah.

(clippers snipping)

Hey.

Aw.

Oh, the caretaker.

(laughing) I didn't expect anyone else

to be up at this hour.

You know, early bird and all that.

I'm Ed, by the way.

Ed, the solicitor.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

(laughing) Just Ed.

Wow, you're right about how

beautiful it is out here.

(egg cracking)

It's a far cry from center

life, that's for sure.

Which township are you from?

Oh, I'm not really from a town.

Oh, you said you grew up around here.

That's right, just out there.

Aw, so you're a.

Bush brat. (Laughing)

(Ed laughing)

I wasn't gonna say that.

That's okay.

(clippers snipping)

There's no harm living off the land.

That's what she's here for.

Wow, I didn't think

there were any of you left.

State took that land back so long ago.

But here I am, alive and kicking.

So the state gave you this job, then.

Room and board included?

That's right.

You making decent credits?

You know what? I wouldn't know.

I've never been too good with the numbers.

Huh.

Why don't you bring your contract

around my place sometime,

lemme take a look at it for you?

You don't have to do that.

It's no bother at all.

Least I can do it for a man

who takes as much pride

in his work as I do.

See you around, Walt, the caretaker.

(birds squawking)

(bright music)

(system whirring)

(door knocking)

(door clacking)

- Hello, Ms. Buckworth.

- I'm so glad you're here.

It's the water, the sink, the showers.

Everything's ice cold,

and I desperately need a warm shower.

Sure, it's probably just a valve.

I'll get straight at it.

Okay, great, come in.

Hello, kids.

Be polite.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Okay, that's it.

Go, do something.

(children sighing)

Go on.

- Okay, give that a try.

(child laughing)

(water flowing)

Aw, finally.

Thank you.

No problem.

You're the live-in

caretaker here, right?

That's right.

(child laughing)

Aw, it's such a relief.

At the center, they used

to take days if not weeks

to get anything repaired.

Which unit are you in?

Oh, I'm in the cottage

on the other side of the property.

It's, uh, quite cozy.

Nothing quite like this, though.

Oh, well, we wanted to have

enough room for the kids.

Do you have kids?

- No, it's, uh, it's just me.

- Zap, zap, zap,

zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.

- Ah.

- Well-

- Zap,

zap.

- I'll get back to it then.

Ah, thanks again.

Uh, I promise not to harass you too often,

but it's nice to know you're here.

Anytime.

Bye, Ms. Buckman.

Zap, zap, zap,

zap, zap, zap, zap,

zap, zap.

- What are you two doing?

(pensive music)

Playing asylum.

Maybe you should go play in your room.

Okay, Mummy.

[Child] Zap, zap, zap,

zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zap.

(crickets chirping)

(tablet knocking)

I think I'm gonna take a bath.

Great, I was hoping

you'd use that bathtub.

I'm looking forward to it,

the tub and the bed.

You know I'll be there

as soon as I can, hun.

(Sidney sighing)

(Brian sighing)

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(crickets chirping)

(door creaking)

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(water splashing)

No, wait.

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Help, please.

(Jane grunting)

(water splashing)

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(Walt panting)

Syd?

(Sidney panting)

What happened?

- I don't...

- Hey. Hey.

Tell me.

- I don't,

I don't know, I don't...

- Just tell me what happened.

You're okay.

I don't know, I was here,

and then suddenly I was somewhere else,

and, and the, the tub

was full of ice water

and I was freezing.

That's enough of that.

(glass smashing)

(Walt panting)

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(attendees faintly speaking)

(system whirring)

Sanctum Sanitarium,

display image.

Medium speed.

How's life in the loony bin? (Laughing)

sh*t.

Getting to you already, I see.

So what's with the history lesson?

I'm just doing my research.

Yeah, well, with only one estate

and 10 people in your protectorate,

you're already facing a sh*t fight

to prove your metal.

So if I were you,

I'd do my research at home.

The things they used to

do to people in that place,

outdated, barbaric and twisted sh*t.

All in the name of healing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Inhumane and highly reflective

of the state's firm commitment

to the high quality of its citizens lives.

We all got the memo about

their change of heart

back when you were still

suckling on your mama.

(Kensington sighing)

So what's it to you now?

I'm just trying to get my head around

how yesterday's trash heap

became today's castle.

Stick around long enough, champ,

and you'll be the one chucking

all the undesirables into the ocean

or the rich float away on

their own personal islands.

But I thought the state no longer

condoned such practices.

- Look,

don't start sounding like a socialist now.

That'll get you nothing

but a voluntary demotion.

Next thing you know,

you're the one swimming for the shore.

(Kensington sighing)

Display images.

Patient files.

(system beeping)

Selection seven.

(system whirring and whooshing)

Next.

Next.

(pensive music)

Hey, Jane.

Janie.

Jane.

- What?

I'll tell you what,

you fell asleep on the couch again.

Janie, moving from the city

is no excuse to lie around like a zombie.

You look like sh*t.

Gee, thanks, Mum.

The least you can do is go out

and do something productive with your day.

(Jane sighing)

Anything.

I'll be in the shower.

The state wishes to remind you

that all movements in and

out of this protectorate

must be registered with the

state transit authority.

The state, always looking after you.

(kettle boiling)

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(button clicking)

(mysterious shrieking)

(Jane screaming)

(knife clacking)

[Mother] Janie?

What happened?

Nothing, I just dropped something.

(ominous music)

(waves crashing)

(Ed panting)

(Ed sighing)

I gotta be one with nature. (Sighing)

One with nature.

(pensive music)

(ominous music)

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

(bright music)

(thicket rustling)

All right, not bad at all.

(Jane inhaling)

(pensive music)

(ominous music)

(water splashing)

(mysterious shrieking)

(waves crashing)

Walt.

(water spraying)

Sanctum was the only sanitarium

in the entire protectorate.

They say that like we should

be overflowing with them.

How many crazies were there back then?

Well, they weren't all ill,

some of them were just a

little bit too much of a burden

for the state to handle.

Well, that's comforting.

Listen to this.

This was one of the only state sanitariums

that during all of its operating years

was in full capacity.

That means all 27 units

were fully occupied.

That's exactly how

many units we have here.

Weird.

Isn't there like a sprinkler system

with a timer and all that?

I turned it off.

Why?

A man needs to work.

Idle hands, you know?

Right.

(water spraying)

And get this,

the head doctor, James Meeker,

was famous for his full support

of controversial and outdated

methods of treatment,

including electroshock therapy,

extended isolation,

ice baths and transorbital lobotomies.

Wait, what's that you

said about ice baths?

That's what got your attention?

Nevermind.

An extensive investigation

revealed that not all of the patients

that were admitted for

treatment at Sanctum

actually had confirmed mental illnesses,

even though some of them spent

better parts of their lives

within Sanctum's walls.

Apparently Dr. Meeker

continued his operations

until Sanctum was overtaken

by the state property authorities.

Oh my God.

What?

(ominous music)

Maybe that's enough time

on Archive for today.

You sound like my mother.

(sighing) Well, it's

just such a beautiful day,

why don't you get out and enjoy it?

(light music)

She give you notes

or something?

(water spraying)

So what else fun is

there to do around here?

Okay.

Hmm.

(Walt laughing)

(water spraying)

It's just that she's under some delusion

that we're suddenly gonna be poor again.

I mean, I understand

that my dad brought in more credits, sure.

But look at where we live.

(laughing) My father always said

that four walls and a roof

is more than enough for any man,

as long as you can call 'em yours.

Do you ever kind of get

creeped out by this place,

I mean, now, today?

(pensive music)

Aw, Jane,

you didn't spend the whole

day harassing Walt, did you?

Oh, no, no, she was fine.

She was a big help actually.

Oh, I may die of shock.

(Jane sarcastically laughing)

Come on home and I'll make us dinner.

Make?

Make, nuke, we'll see.

Maybe Walt would like to join us.

Oh, no, I couldn't impose.

(light music)

(laughing) It's just

I'm not the greatest chef.

No need to explain.

Maybe some other time,

if I had a little warning first.

Why, are you suddenly

gonna learn how to cook?

Jane.

It's fine, you guys have a great night.

(mother laughing)

I am.

Sorry, what?

I'm a great cook,

and we just got some fresh provisions.

Maybe I could come over

and prepare something

as a little thank you

for Jane's help.

What do you say, Mum?

Sure.

Great, I'll come by soon.

Okay.

- Mm.

- Thanks.

(everybody laughing)

Honestly, I can't remember the last time

I had such a good meal.

Kind of you to say.

It's a bit of a miracle too.

You even got Jane to clear her plate.

Mm-hmm.

Where did you learn how to cook?

My father taught me

when I was quite young.

How nice.

And once you've learned how to cook

over an open fire, well.

Oh.

Cool.

Well, I better start clearing up.

Allow me.

But you cooked for us.

And you invited me into your home.

So it would be my absolute pleasure

and the least I could do.

(mother laughing)

(crickets chirping)

Four years of training,

so I can be a glorified watchdog.

Brilliant.

(mother and Walt laughing)

Well, and I'm glad that

Jane helped you out too.

(Walt laughing)

So (laughing)

Thank you so much again.

It was great. (Laughing)

Cool.

Goodnight.

You old dog.

Nope,

nope,

nope.

Hyper-crazy eyes.

Ugh, another one with a cat.

Oh, yes, please.

(system whirring)

Ah.

(glass sliding)

(Ed sighing)

(drink pouring)

(cap rattling)

(pensive music)

(glass knocking)

(cutlery rattling)

(cupboards knocking)

(matches rattling)

(match striking)

(fire crackling)

(chopsticks rattling)

Welcome, citizens of

the 27th protectorate,

the clean air protectorate.

The state, always looking after you.

(kettle boiling)

(pensive music)

(coffee pouring)

Please, please, don't let them take me.

Please, please.

(Brian groaning)

(pensive music)

(Brian screaming)

Brian.

- You won't take me alive.

Stop it, let go.

You're hurting me.

(Brian panting)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. (Panting)

They haven't gone away yet.

They're just nightmares, Syd.

Some nightmares.

What was it this time?

The same place, the same people?

Lots of people have

recurring nightmares.

You should see a doctor.

It's just stress.

I don't need to pay some psych

to tell me what I already know.

Does stress make someone dream

about a w*r they've never fought,

soldiers they've never met?

It's not what it's really about.

It can't be.

My brain's just constructed some story,

and it's telling it to

me over and over again.

That's all.

Well, (sighing) don't you wanna know

why your brain keeps telling you

you're fighting the Nazis?

No.

Is the coffee ready yet?

(Ed sighing)

Is it bad?

It's all above board.

I just thought after all

your years of state service,

you would've got a better deal.

The property owners,

they can ax you at any time,

no explanation required.

If that happens, you lose

not only your credits,

but your home.

Is that likely to happen?

Hmm, why would it?

You've done nothing but a

stellar job since day one.

But what if the people

just don't like it here

and they decide to leave?

(laughing) The property owners

can't blame you for their poor taste.

Hmm, I suppose not.

Look, if you think you're on thin ice,

come and talk to me.

They'll reconsider any

threats once they know

you have a top-level

solicitor on your side.

(laughing) Thanks, Ed,

you really don't have to.

It's my job, Walt, the caretaker.

I couldn't think of a more worthy client.

Oh, thanks, again.

Did you burn the toast this morning?

No.

(laughing) Liquid smoke.

It's, uh, the secret ingredient

to my patented chili recipe.

Powerful stuff. (Cheek clicking)

Tasty.

- Oh,

sounds great.

- Mm, come over

and have a bowl next time, I insist.

(laughing) Oh, thanks again, Ed.

No worries.

(pensive music)

I told you,

he was fine one second.

And then the next, he

just started screaming,

"Who are you?

Who are you?

Get away from me."

Then he just fell down and had a seizure.

Has he ever had one before?

No, never.

Maybe he tripped,

he fell and hit his head?

He just collapsed,

all of a sudden, no reason.

Thank you.

I've never seen him so scared.

(button clicking)

All his vitals are stabilizing.

He's coming back.

Mummy?

Hey, baby.

Hey.

What were you doing

before your mummy came back into the room?

Watching the EB?

Were there any bright flashing lights,

or strange pictures,

or loud noises?

It wasn't the EB's fault.

How do you know?

We've seen that show before?

It was the electricity.

What electricity?

The kind he puts in our heads.

(pensive music)

Who puts electricity in your heads?

The doctor.

What doctor?

What are you saying, sweetie?

He says it's supposed to make us better,

but this time, he just

got too much electricity

so it had to come back out again.

[Kensington] Where does

this electricity come from?

The machine.

Machine?

What machine?

The one he attaches to our brains.

What are you saying?

Who is this doctor?

Does he live in this estate with you?

No.

So, uh, where have you seen him then?

In our dreams.

(Jane sighing)

(door knocking)

[Mother] Dinner's getting cold.

Yeah, be out in a minute.

Next.

Next. (Sighing)

(glass scratching)

(gulping) Next.

(glass knocking)

(pensive music)

Hold.

(system whirring)

Display treatment.

(ominous music)

(system beeping)

(birds singing)

(system whirring)

Morning, early bird.

Night owl actually.

(laughing) sh*t.

For someone with a nothing protectorate,

you sure find a lot of

ways to waste your time.

(cup knocking)

(system whirring)

What, more research?

Well, what I can find here.

But I know there's more.

(exhaling) Is that

right, Sherlock? (Laughing)

When the state shut the place down,

what happened to all the patients?

Probably gave 'em jobs.

Same way they did with

all them bush brats.

But some of them are too sick

to do even the shittiest job on offer.

So what happened to those people, then?

(colleague blowing)

You know, if I were you,

I'd try and remember that my job

is in the here and now.

Then is then,

and you sure as sh*t

aren't gonna change it.

So stop searching the screen for answers.

(pensive music)

(cup knocking)

(birds singing)

(system whirring)

(ominous music)

(system beeping)

What is there to do

in this space station?

Status normal.

They've all been very naughty.

You can save them,

if you punish them.

Save them.

Punish them.

Punish them.

Ah, I really feel like

we need to go and use the pool today.

We've used none of the

amenities since we got here,

and I think it's time.

Hey? Do you wanna come with me?

What do you say, hey?

(pensive music)

Come on.

It's a beautiful afternoon.

The sun is shining,

the birds are singing.

Is this a musical or something?

What's the point of living

on this beautiful estate

if we never go and use it?

Well, you go and use it, then.

It's too hot for me.

That's only because

you're wearing nine layers.

You're 17.

I should be trying to get

you to wear more, not less.

I'm just comfy this way.

Fine, you can continue to ferment

while I go and soak up some Vitamin D.

Ta-ta.

(pensive music)

Go away.

Go away.

Good afternoon.

Oh, good afternoon.

It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

Sure is, one worth enjoying.

Where you off to?

Isn't it obvious?

(Walt laughing)

Well, you'll be the

first to use that pool.

Most people don't seem to bother with it.

What about you,

care to join me?

(light music)

I'm busy.

Where's Jane?

Mm, busy sulking.

That's a shame.

She'll outgrow it.

Not soon enough for my liking.

But one must be patient with teenagers.

A virtue indeed.

Well, I won't keep distracting you.

I'm off to enjoy this

beautiful thing called life.

(water splashing)

Right.

Living on the edge.

How rustic.

Ah, that's more my style. (Laughing)

(pensive music)

(door knocking)

(door knocking)

Sauna's occupied.

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

(door clacking)

(birds squawking)

(crickets chirping)

(transition whooshing)

[Meeker] Ah.

(mother screaming)

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

(Walt sighing)

(crickets chirping)

Cynthia?

(ominous music)

No.

I said no.

I won't do it, I'm not listening.

I won't do it.

I said no.

(door clacking and squeaking)

(door slamming)

Mum, where have you been all day?

Mum.

Hello, Mum.

What happened to you?

Answer me.

My poor baby.

You didn't even get to say goodbye.

Say goodbye for what?

You'll know soon enough,

as soon as they find my body.

Your body?

In the bushes,

where I died.

Promise me you'll be brave, Janie.

You've always been such a brave girl.

Mum, your body is right here.

It's just a remnant, dear.

It'll fade over time.

Mum.

Your body is right here, okay?

It's talking to me and

it's freaking me out.

Mum, snap out of it.

Let those at rest have their peace.

(Jane gasping)

sh*t.

sh*t.

(tool whirring)

(pensive music)

She seems to be trapped

in a dissociative state.

Why? How?

Well, these things can be

brought on by stress or trauma.

My best guess is that she's

experienced quite a scare.

It's given this illusion

that she's somehow died in the process.

Has your mother been under

any kind of extraordinary stress lately?

Uh, my dad and her just

settled their divorce.

He, he moved offshore.

I recommend that we take her

to the nearest state hospital tonight.

No, please, don't.

Temporarily, just so we can monitor her,

keep her safe.

Chances are she will

come out of this in time.

She can't be alone, okay?

Best to follow counselor's,

uh, recommendations.

For your mother's sake.

Is there anywhere I can take you?

Relative's place maybe?

Um, yeah, my Aunt Ida.

Okay, I'll take you to your aunt's.

The counselor will take

your mother to the hospital.

You can go and visit her

first thing in the morning.

Yeah, let me just go call her.

Okay.

Thank you.

No problem.

Where were you, man,

when all this happened?

Out on the grounds, working.

One of your residents

disappears the whole entire afternoon,

and no one sees a thing?

Not even the man whose job it is

to oversee the whole entire property?

(pensive music)

I looked everywhere for her.

The sauna, the grounds, everywhere.

I should've been there.

I should've said yes.

You're the first person

Jane comes to for help.

Why?

There's not many people around here.

I'm the only one she knows, I guess.

No, there aren't many people, are there?

What are you getting at?

Level with me, man.

Is there a gas leak, tainted water,

or chemicals in the ground?

What are you saying?

Less than two months

since this estate opened,

there's only 10 people living here.

I've been on two emergency calls already.

Both of them some wacky story

about nightmares and delusions.

Either this is the strangest

coincidence I've ever seen

or these people are being

poisoned by something.

There's nothing here.

Let's see about that, mate.

Jane, are you ready?

Hello?

Jane?

sh*t.

She's gone.

(garbled radio chattering)

(crickets chirping)

I mean it,

I wanna know anything.

You will help me find that girl.

- I will.

- I'll be scanning

the entire protectorate.

Good.

(door slamming)

- I'll be back

before you know it.

Okay.

(Cynthia gasping)

(ominous music)

I suppose you can't explain it either.

I can't.

(garbled radio chattering)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps clopping)

(Walt sighing)

(pensive music)

Aw, Jane.

Sorry.

Your door was unlocked.

I just really needed somewhere to hide.

Why are you hiding at all?

I couldn't go with him.

I just couldn't.

He was trying to help you.

I'm still a minor.

They can't leave me

here without a guardian.

And if they can't find one of those,

then I just become a ward of the state.

I'm gonna get locked

away just like my mum.

She's not locked away.

And besides, it's only one night.

How can you be sure?

They don't even know what happened to her.

Okay, it's bad enough

that she's stuck in a state institution,

but how can I possibly help her

if I'm stuck in one too?

What about your aunt?

She's offshore too.

Oh.

Oh, no, you can't possibly

think you can stay here.

Please.

Mr. Kensington will

come looking for you.

What if he finds you here?

Even worse, what if he finds out

that I let you hide here?

Look, I'll call my dad first

thing in the morning, okay?

He'll fly down and look after me,

I know he will.

I just really need somewhere

to stay until then, please.

I'm just too scared to be alone.

(light music)

Can't say I blame you.

How do you take your tea?

My tea?

Looks like we could

both use a good cuppa.

(owl hooting)

(ominous music)

You think you can get

away with it, don't you?

What are you doing?

But I know what you've been up to.

I always do.

What did I do?

Time for your treatment.

(Jane screaming)

Stop, please.

(Jane crying)

- Trying to fight it

won't do you any good.

Hopefully this will teach you a lesson

once and for all.

(Jane screaming)

(ominous music)

You should.

- Always listen

to your doctor.

(Walt grunting)

(fire crackling)

It's time for you to heal.

You will heal.

Heal.

Heal.

Heal.

(Meeker grunting)

Walt, help.

Oh dear God.

What have I done?

(Jane sighing)

(pensive music)

(Jane coughing)

(Walt sighing)

How could I?

It isn't you.

I need to be locked away.

Please get out of here

before I hurt you worse.

No, it wasn't you.

I know it wasn't you.

I can't be trusted.

Stay away from me.

Go, now.

It wasn't your face,

it wasn't your voice.

There's no one else here.

Yes, there is.

There's someone in you.

Someone making you do things,

things you would never do.

How can you know that?

Because I would never do this.

(birds singing)

Yeah, that's okay.

I'm fine, Dad.

I'm with a friend.

Okay, love you too.

Bye.

He can't get transport 'til tomorrow,

so I guess I'll have to wait.

I guess so.

Why didn't you tell me that

you recognized the picture?

It was just a quick flash,

I couldn't be sure.

(pensive music)

It's this cottage, then.

It's not yours,

it's his.

Dr. Meeker still lives here.

There's no way.

He'd be long gone by now.

He'd be way dead.

There's no way he could still be here.

Well, then why did we both see him?

Why did we see him instead of your face?

And what about me?

What was that?

Whose face was there instead of mine?

I didn't recognize her.

She's gotta be a patient, I'll bet.

I've almost seen her,

caught reflections out

of the corner of my eye,

and then I turn around and she's gone.

Sneaky, suicidal b*tch.

Maybe it's an illusion,

a trick of the light.

You think what happened to my mum

is a trick of the light?

I mean, come on,

yeah, she's highly strung,

but she was nowhere near

that point of breakdown.

Anyway, she's been a

little bit happier lately.

Look, okay, something

or someone was in her.

I just don't know what

makes us so special.

I don't think we are.

The Buckman girl,

she described the experience

of having electroshock therapy,

and I know they used to do that here.

Well, let's go talk to them, then.

I mean, we can go find out

what other crazy crap

they've been going through.

She's just a girl.

Well, the mum, then.

I doubt she'd go for it.

Once she heard what her daughter said,

she just kicked us all

out and shut the doors,

and I haven't seen her since.

Okay, look, I need

something to hold on to, okay?

I need to talk to someone else

who understands and knows

that I'm not going crazy.

You get that, right?

(Walt sighing)

What about Ed?

Couldn't be more normal.

Okay, then the couple,

Mr. Expensive Tie and his wife.

Sidney.

Schizophrenia, that

makes you hear voices,

have suicidal tendencies,

get really violent.

I thought you were

trying to convince yourself

that you're not crazy?

I'm not, but she is.

And I would like to know

what brand of crazy I'm dealing with.

You should be researching Dr. Jekyll.

Mr. Hyde.

What?

Nevermind.

Oh, she is definitely part of this club.

What are you gonna say to her again?

I'm just gonna ask her about the dreams.

(sighing) Please don't do that.

Why not?

I don't want you to scare her.

I couldn't possibly scare her

more than she is right now.

Look at her.

Jane, please.

I need to say something.

Okay, just be subtle.

You got it.

Hey, wait up.

Hi, I'm Jane,

Unit 18.

Sidney, 11.

Uh, do you have some time?

I just wanted to ask you

a couple of questions.

Why?

Uh, it's for a school report,

a final assessment for the year.

Oh, what's it about?

Dreams.

There are definitely

places I've never even been,

never even seen in pictures.

Can you describe these rooms to me?

(pensive music)

It's dark, I can never

really see the whole room,

just bits and pieces.

Like what?

Exam tables, medical equipment.

Is there anyone else there,

anyone you can see?

Sometimes.

Anyone you recognize?

(Sidney choking)

(water splashing)

No.

Okay, great.

All right, well, thank you.

That should be enough for my report.

(pensive music)

Did you read a lot

about different dreams

and what they could mean?

Sure.

Did you read anything

about why someone would

dream about being in a w*r?

About being a soldier when

they've never been one?

I guess my research

wasn't that comprehensive.

Why?

Oh, just curious.

What made you wanna

research dreams anyway?

Just curious.

Well, good luck.

Look, she's definitely feeling it too.

I mean, what was with the w*r dreams?

Must be her husband.

I always wondered why

he looked so haggard.

I thought it was his work,

but maybe he's not

getting much sleep either.

Look, okay, this place is tainted.

We have to get out of here.

I can't do that.

Why not?

If we don't, we're just

gonna end up like my mum,

or even worse.

Look, if we alert these people,

they're gonna leave.

Good.

That is not good.

Why not?

Because this is their homes.

We can't just drive

people out of their homes.

Well, then what are we supposed to do?

You said it yourself.

If you'd control the feelings,

if you tried hard enough,

that you could shut out the voices.

Yeah, but it's a lot easier

to do if I'm not alone.

Well, just have to be

there for each other.

If anything strange happens, you know,

we just help each other out.

What are you gonna do when

Dr. Friendly comes back?

I mean, he's not exactly helpful.

Well, yeah, it's probably

best that I'm isolated.

That way, I can't hurt anyone.

Wait, so let me get this straight.

I can't be alone,

but you have to be alone.

And between the two of us,

we have to monitor six other people

amongst 27 units.

I guess so.

(Walt sighing)

(waves crashing)

Just don't try to be a hero, okay?

Any sign of trouble,

you give Mr. Kensington a call.

Okay.

(crickets chirping)

Uh, are you sure about this?

Just don't forget me, okay?

The last thing this place needs

is a ghost of two crazy old men.

First thing tomorrow morning,

I promise.

Go ahead.

(door squeaking)

(door and lock clacking)

(heart rate monitor beeping)

Any improvement?

I'm afraid not.

You said she'll snap out of it.

Well, her delusion is

actually getting worse.

Now she thinks that they're all dead.

All of us.

Trapped in death. (Groaning)

(upbeat music)

- Great.

- Brian.

[Brian] As soon as I can, hun.

Good,

nice and boring.

(crowd cheering)

- Come on, ref.

He was clearly offside.

Come on.

Move up.

- Couldn't be more normal.

We tried to leave.

He wouldn't let us.

And now we can't.

We're trapped,

trapped in Sanctum, forever.

(ominous music)

(door creaking)

Holy sh*t.

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

This isn't real, you hear me?

This isn't real, okay?

It's just a nightmare.

Come on, come on back, you can do this.

You can do this, you're okay.

Okay?

- Stay away from my babies.

(light stand smacking)

Come on, Walter.

What would your father say?

He'd say you need to be.

- He'd say you need to be

punished.

No.

He'd say nothing but a crazy dream,

a nightmare gone outta control.

(Meeker laughing)

Stop it.

(Walt panting)

I'm stronger than you,

I'll win this fight.

But I've been here much, much longer.

Ah.

[Ms. Buckman] Help me, please.

They're trying to take

my children.

- No, Ms. Buckman, wait.

(door rattling)

- They're trying to take

my children.

(door clacking)

Ms. Buckman?

(pensive music)

I think we've had enough treatment.

We both feel much better.

[Child] I think it's time to leave.

I couldn't agree more.

(suspenseful music)

[Colleague] I told you to

leave the past in the past.

I know you were there.

Just tell me what happened.

What difference would it make now?

Tell me.

No one left, did they?

That sick freak of a doctor...

Not a single one of those patients

ever made it off that property alive.

He did this all in one night.

We got there too late.

Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?

What difference would it make?

You said so yourself,

those people were too sick

for the state to make use of.

They were right when they

said, "What's done is done."

What about all the residents?

They have a right to know.

Why?

(tires screeching)

Help me, please.

They're trying to take

my children, please.

Please, help me.

- The doctor's not done yet.

(monitor beeping)

(door clacking)

Are you right?

(pensive music)

No, stop it.

Go away.

I said no.

You said we were leaving.

Yeah, yeah, we are, okay?

I just need to find someone.

Someone who can help us.

He can't help us now.

None of them can.

They're all in on it, everyone.

Who's in on it?

Who?

- The neighbors,

the ones pretending to be my neighbors.

(crying) They wanna take my babies.

That's why they did it.

That's why they brought

in those imposters.

Imposters?

What imposters?

Who's after your children?

Maybe you're one of them too.

One the fakes, the replacements.

Listen, what you're

experiencing isn't real.

It's an illusion.

How do I even know you're

a protection officer?

There's something,

something that's affecting everyone.

That's what an imposter would say.

I promise,

I'm here to help.

Just tell me what happened to you.

Just tell me what happened to everyone.

(Ms. Buckman screaming)

(Kensington grunting)

(door clacking)

(door slamming)

(door clacking and creaking)

(fire crackling)

(Ed laughing)

Ed.

I'll protect you.

I'll stop them, I'll stop them.

I'm coming, babies.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

(ominous music)

(door slamming)

(Ms. Buckman screaming)

No one leaves Sanctum,

ever.

(Ms. Buckman screaming)

(alarm blaring)

No.

The alarm.

It's triggered something, it won't stop.

I don't know what to do.

Don't you hear those sirens?

Air raid, we need cover.

That's an order, soldier.

Wait.

There are civilians that

need to be taken to shelter.

Right, we fall back,

behind the line.

Go, go, go.

Move, move.

(fire crackling)

(Ed screaming)

(Ed laughing)

(system beeping)

(suspenseful music)

They will never leave.

(monitor smashing)

(system sparking)

Never.

(Walt grunting)

(monitor smashing)

Never.

(door clacking)

(door slamming)

(Kensington groaning)

g*dd*mn it.

(mysterious voices whispering)

(pensive music)

What?

(Kensington grunting)

(g*ns firing)

(explosions booming)

Get those children to cover, now.

- What about you?

- That's an order.

Sidney, let's go.

I need you to hide the kids.

(footsteps shuffling)

Going somewhere?

Nobody leaves Sanctum.

Not until they've been healed.

No matter how long it takes.

That's not you talking, Walt.

They never left back then,

and they will never leave now.

Never.

Come on back to us, Walt.

Come on back.

(Walt laughing)

(g*ns firing)

(explosions booming)

(Ed laughing)

Stand down, you n*zi scum.

(Ed grunting)

(g*n firing)

(Kensington coughing)

You're stronger than this.

I know you're still in there somewhere.

And how many people are

inside you, little miss?

Please, Walt.

"Please, Walt."

That weak little man is long gone.

Only the strong will survive.

That doesn't bode well

for you now, does it?

(Ed grunting)

(flames whooshing)

(g*n firing)

[Kensington] Hey.

(laser firing)

(Ed roaring)

(laser firing)

(Ed grunting)

(transition whooshing and shrieking)

(Ed coughing)

Come on, I know you can fight this.

You can kick out that psycho.

Psycho?

Psycho?

Aren't you being a

little bit hypocritical.

After all, which one of us is the doctor?

You're not a doctor.

You're nothing but an illusion.

Illusion?

Is that what your voices keep telling you?

'Cause I'm afraid if you're

still listening to them,

you're going to need some more treatment.

You can't threaten me.

You're not even real. (Grunting)

Real?

How do you know what's real?

You're too sick to know.

(push smacking)

[Jane] I know he's real.

(pensive music)

Walt.

(Jane grunting)

(light stand smacking)

(Walt sighing)

(mysterious voices

whispering and shrieking)

(Kensington gasping)

(Walt grunting)

Is everyone okay?

Come on, Walt.

Come on.

Easy.

I'm okay.

Where's everyone?

[Kensington] Okay.

Jane.

Wait.

Brian.

- Jane.

- Oh.

Jane, wait.

[Sidney] I'm so glad

you're safe. (Grunting)

You okay?

Yeah?

Aw.

(forlorn music)

One of my units was

burned to the ground,

you call a team of medics to the estate

and not one of them will

give you a statement?

It's their choice,

and my obligation

as their protection officer

to respect their wishes.

Well, some protection officer you are,

you shot a solicitor.

He knows it was for his own safety

as much as the others.

Besides, I wouldn't have fired

if I didn't have perfect aim.

You think this is a joke?

What if he press his charges?

What if they all do?

Look, I'd be much more worried

about them knowing

how much you knew about the Sanctum's past

when you took on a development contract.

Are you at all familiar

with disclosure law,

Mr. Pressman.

(monitor clacking)

(Kensington laughing)

(truck engine rumbling)

(light music)

(birds singing)

Thank you, Walt.

That's okay.

(door clacking)

Mum.

Jane.

Are you okay?

Only if you are.

Was so worried about you.

You're okay.

She asked about you, man.

Even before we left the hospital.

Oh.

(Kensington laughing)

Go on.

(Walt laughing)

(Kensington laughing)

(Kensington sighing)

(car engine rumbling)

(birds singing)

(ominous music)

(text clacking)

[Meeker] No one leaves Sanctum.

(text whirring)

(text clacking and whirring)

(eerie music)