02x07 - Stir

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Previously, on Beyond...

You put him in a coma?

Cryogenic sleep is more accurate.

Even if I had the footage
of the things that happened

in your home, Tom, I truly doubt

you'd wanna see it.

Who's Edgar L. Abbot?

I don't know. But we need to find him.

Good, we are all here.

You bought a g*n to k*ll Arthur.

I'm a better person than them.

Charlie...

Aaugh!

Ohhhh!

Who are you?

Ohhh!

What are you?

I'm home.

Back off him! Now!

Back! Off! Now!

We've got a body in here!

He lied about everything.

That stupid freezer.
His visions. Him and Charlie.

How does she even know him?

You said she was in a coma.

And she mentioned my grandfather,

so she has to know him
from his research.

Are th... Are there others?

Like Holden?

I know Arthur's been at this
for a really long time.

But he's never mentioned
anything about a Charlie.

Doesn't mean they don't
know one another.

Do you think she's the one
that broke into his house?

I...

I really don't know.

I'm so sorry you got
dragged into all of this.

I dragged myself into this.

I... I couldn't live with you thinking

that you're better at
Mortal Kombat than me.

Why do you care what I think?

Things have been so hard lately.

And you didn't have to be there for me.

But you were.

Thank you.

Ah, it's nothing. Heh.

It's not nothing.

I think we need to stop.

Sorry, I just mean that I...

I think we should stop
seeing each other.

Why?

Given the circumstances,

I just think that maybe...

this isn't the best idea.

What circumstances?

- Willa...
- What circumstances?

I like you.

And not in like a...

you're cool and you're my friend

kinda way.

You're... beautiful.

And... mysterious, and smart as hell,

and like a total badass,

and, like, a million times
more interesting

than the entire population
of Fort Reed combined.

And I just think that I would be
a complete piece of garbage

if I let this go any further.

Holden may be acting
like a tool right now...

I mean, he's definitely
acting like a tool right now.

But he's still my brother.

I can't.

Could you just say something?

Please?

I'm such an idiot.

No. No, you're not.

Willa...

Listen...

I know you're not the instigator here.

Couple of kids in the parking
lot saw the guy go in

and att*ck the manager.

I saw how he was wailing on you.

So if you're worried about
incriminating yourself...

I don't know who he is, Sheriff.

Holden!

Sorry.

Did you know that there are
people in this town

that I only ever see at pancake dinners.

This stuff just keeps finding me.

I can't help it.

Why?

Why does this stuff keep finding you?

Just tell me what's going on,
I can help.

Really wish I could, Sheriff.

I swear.

Okay.

Well, don't go disappearing on me.

Might need to talk to you again.

- I'm free to go?
- Yeah.

Make sure you tell your folks
what happened tonight.

No one likes a late night
phone call from the police.

I will, sir.

Actually, um, there is...
one thing you could do to help.

What's that?

Could I talk to him?

He came after me.

Maybe I can get him to tell me why.

Five minutes.

Don't antagonize him.

What's your name?

What do you want with me?

We want to thank you.

For what?

You entered a forbidden world.

Molded it, bent it, broke it.

You freed us.

And now we've come to this world.

We've come to mold it,
to bend it, break it.

We've come to make it our own.

You're from the Realm.

Are you alone?

We are many.

We are everywhere.

Would you like to see what I see?

You see?

Everything you love will be dust!

Your world will become our world!

There's no stopping it now!

Let him go! Hey!

Hey...

come on.

Whoa...

Did you get your face stuck in
the ball return after we left?

Yeah. Almost.

How... how'd you know I was here?

I saw the cops breakin'
the sound barrier

headed toward the bowling alley.

Went back to check it out.

Who did that to your face?

You mean what.

I think he's... it's... from the Realm.

That stuff I've been telling you?

My dreams?

Visions? That... feeling I've had

that something's about to go wrong?

It's all happening. It's real!

What? You don't believe me?

Of course I believe you.
This is what I've been talking about...

- Charlie...
- Don't "Charlie" me!

Run away with me!

Okay, gas up and get the hell
outta here.

I'll even let you drive.

- That's not funny.
- I'm not kidding.

If what you're saying
is anything close to true,

the only way I know how to help you
is to get you away from here.

Okay, fine. Go alone.

Just get out of Fort Reed.

Okay? Change your name, dye
your hair, whatever you gotta do

to leave this behind forever.

Holden, I'm literally asking you

not to answer the call right now.

- I have to.
- No, you don't!

Stop acting like this is
about protecting me!

What the hell else would it be about?

You're scared.

Okay. That's not funny.

This is what you do. Charlie,
you don't fix problems.

You displace them.

What... Uh, hiding your sister.

Avoiding me.

Fooling yourself into thinking you're
gonna come here to k*ll Arthur,

but problems just keep
finding you, don't they?

That... thing in there,
it's not gonna stop.

So neither can I.

Hey, Jeff.

Hey, I found out who Edgar Abbot is.

But we're gonna have
to take a field trip.

Field trip? What'd you find out?

I'll explain it on the way.

Meet me in an hour.
I'll text you the details.

I'll see you then.

Look, you do... whatever you want.

Jeff and I are gonna figure out
what's wrong with that freezer,

and then, we're gonna see about
that guy that att*cked me.

You're an idiot, Holden.

Yeah. Probably.

Will you be here when I get back?

I'd tell you to say hi
to your folks for me,

but... I don't think
they like me very much.

Yeah, well, Kevin didn't
exactly sing your praises.

I'm gonna talk to them.

You know, you've really been there
for us for the past few weeks,

and they should know that.

Thanks.

I think while you're at your parents,

Holden and I are gonna take a road trip.

Promise me you'll be careful.

I'll be here when you
and Landon come back.

So I spoke to Pastor Ian.

Yeah?

Uh, he and Helping Hands
invited me on a retreat.

It's just a ranch.

They do group therapy,
activities, Kumbaya.

They said Landon could come.

They even invited you.

I'll... I'll think about it.

Can we talk about it when we're
all back home in a couple days?

Yeah, of course.

Go do your thing.

We'll see you when you get back.

Thanks.

What were you thinking?

Diane, Ian is a creep. All right?

- You know what he said?
- Did anyone see you?

His secretary was there.

The chatterbox... she was
gone by the time I left.

And Ian?

He's fine, he's just
missing a few teeth.

He baited me. That son of a bitch,

he wanted me to hit him.

Yeah. He thought he did.

Believe me... Ian's not the kind
of guy who can take a hit.

Yeah. I think he found
that out pretty quick.

You know we have to fix this.

Yeah... that's why I'm goin'
to the Sheriff's office.

You're joking, right?

You have a prior as*ault charge, Tom,

and you just b*at up the town pastor.

- No. I'll go.
- Diane, listen to me.

It can't look like I'm hiding.

Okay? If I own up to it,

pull off the Band-Aid,
and it shows that we're

not hiding anything,

then we can talk openly
about that creep hiding cameras

and spying on my wife and my two sons.

And what? I just wait here?

No, no, no, you hold down the fort.

Diane, look. I hated the fact that
you and Ian were gonna

get back together.
Even though it wasn't for real.

I should've supported you
like you supported me.

I messed up. All right?

Let me fix it.

Okay.

Expenses remain
manageable at the moment.

We've been able to fudge the numbers

and hide operating costs
for the facility inside food

and kitchen expenses.

As for the patients, things are
looking pretty normal,

save for some slight
fluctuations in vital signs

this morning.

- Excuse me, Mr...
- What do you want?

There's a situation in Fort Reed.

I've tried multiple times
to get in touch

with Ms. Shoemacher, but she's
incommunicado right now.

What kind of situation?

Understood.

Don't worry about bothering
Ms. Shoemacher with this.

I know Fort Reed better than she does.
I'll handle the situation.

But... Sir, you haven't
been doing this very long.

- I think that...
- No, George. You don't think.

You get Ms. Shoemacher her lattes.

I said I'll handle the situation.

Yes, sir.

What about your orientation?

Have a good trip.

Thank you.

I will.

Morning, friend.

Ahh...

Morning.

Anything I can help you with?

Looks like you've had a rough night.

Well, it's nothing you need
to concern yourself with.

As fate would have it,
it's the reason I'm here.

I'm visiting on behalf of Hollow Sky.

They, um... They got my message?

You're one of the flock.

We'd never leave you for the wolves.

Well, it's, uh...
it's great to meet you.

Ian. And you are...?

It's not important.

What is important is that you
give me a little more information.

Oh, whatever you need.

How did Diane Matthews
find out about the cameras?

Well... between you and me,
the people your people sent over

to install the cameras... they weren't
exactly the most discreet.

Ohh.

Did you access the feed yourself?

I'm a bit of a Luddite, to be honest.

And I would never violate
her family's privacy...

well, like that.

And you didn't make copies
of those feeds?

Save 'em onto your computer
or hard drive?

Uh, like I said, my friend,
I wouldn't even know how.

And if there were copies,
they would disappear?

You'd be surprised how
easily things can disappear.

I understand.

Do you?

I do.

It was great to meet you, Pastor.

We'll be in touch.

Come on...

come on, where are you,
you little bastards?

Mom?

Honey... we should talk.

Your dad and I have been up to...
a lot that we haven't told you about.

We've been talking to the FBI.

You, what?

Pastor Ian isn't who he says he is.

He belongs to some cult
called Hollow Sky.

And the FBI is investigating them.

They told us that there are some people
who have gone missing,

and they think that this
cult is responsible.

And... we're helping because it
seems that Hollow Sky...

has shown interest in Holden.

So, what... are you, like, the Mata Hari
for the FBI or something?

Luke, they put cameras in our house.

Your father's gone to talk to
the Sheriff as we speak.

So, you and... Dad...

have been doing... all of this

because you think a cult has
some weird interest in Holden?

Heh... Maybe you should be
talkin' to him right now.

No, I... I don't want him to worry.

He... He's not a kid anymore.

I mean, have you ever thought that
maybe he's keeping things from you?

Why would he do that?

Because he's not as helpless
as you think he is.

But you know, God forbid he be held
responsible for anything, right?

- Luke...
- No, Mom, look at you.

You were just smashing
family photos in our dining room

looking for cameras. I mean, have you
spent any time at all wondering

what Holden's been up to?

Why are we all so worried
about protecting his feelings?

Luke!

I'm sorry.

Dr. Francis Chang?

Short notice.

You doin' okay with the, uh...?

Uh, yeah, it's a... it's fine.

Is there somethin'
we need to be worryin' about?

Do we need to storm the
Sheriff's station or somethin'?

Let's call that Plan B.

First we have to talk to this Edgar guy.

- Hm.
- Find out what he knows.

You think that guy that att*cked you
and the freezer are related?

Doctor... Chang?

That's me.

And this is my research assistant.

Warren.

I'm Dr. Tolan, Edgar's
head doctor. Shall we?

We shall.

You're not part of the regular
Hollow Sky rotation, Dr. Chang.

Ms. Shoemacher felt it necessary to
send someone she really trusted.

She unsatisfied with the
care we're providing?

She's just being thorough.

Well, as I'm sure you're aware,
Mr. Abbot has been docile for years.

Never caused trouble.
Yet, over the past month

he's become quite a handful.

Scaring the orderlies, babbling
about an imaginary friend

he's named "Holden Matthews."

Starting fires, which, as you can
imagine, have been a serious problem.

But here's what concerns
me. These fires?

We can never seem
to find the point of origin.

We've taken every
precaution to no avail,

so, I've been exploring
some extracurricular research.

There's interesting work out there
by a man named Arthur Forman.

It's mostly fringe science,
but he posits that there

are people out there who awake
from comas with the ability

to manipulate the physical world
using their minds.

You think Edgar can
start fires with his mind?

We call it pyrokinesis.

And that's Arthur Forman's hypothesis?

It's Stephen King.

Look, I am acutely aware
of how bizarre it sounds,

but I can only theorize
based on my experience.

See for yourself, Dr. Chang.

So try not to let him get agitated.

And if he does start a fire...
do me a favor and take some notes.

Thank you.

Edgar?

Hey... do you mind if we talk?

Uh...

Edgar?

You in there?

Hey... it's me.

Holden Matthews.

They're here... aren't they?

Hey. You still got time
to make a statement?

You okay?

Yeah.

Deputy Franklin.

Chaaaaaarlie...

I know, I know, but...

Chaaaaaarlie...

Admit it... you're better
off without her.

Without who?

Annabelle.

Ohhh...

It's so, so good to talk to someone

beside those Hollow Sky Moonies.

They've been trying
to get the freezer's location

out of me for so long.
Years, I... I think.

I'm just so, so glad to hear
you found it first.

I knew that would happen
if I just trusted you, Holden.

I saw it each and every time I shut
my eyes, I ne... I never broke.

Never. 'Cause I knew
this day would come.

Edgar... how do you know my name?

He told me.

Who?

The man in my head.

So, what's with this freezer?

Why'd you bury it in the woods?

So they wouldn't find it.

The freezer takes you to the Realm.

It's the only way you,
and me, and everyone,

will survive what's coming.

And what's coming?

You were att*cked by a being
that crossed over, right?

How do you know that?

Right.

Okay, so, the thing that att*cked me.
Wh... What does it want?

What does cancer want?

It wants to grow, overtake, survive,
by any means necessary.

Uh, wait, just...

back up to this voice in your head.

The Realm has a funny way
of communicating.

It stays with you. Some hear voices,

others see images, symbols.

The Realm wants to be heard.

But only a select few
are capable of truly listening.

You've been experiencing
parasomnia, right?

- Para who?
- Somnia.

Somnambulism. That state between
sleep and consciousness,

tapping into a state of existence
that's typically only achievable

through the use of hallucinogenic dr*gs
or extreme starvation.

It's classic. Ancient.

Norse seidr, Persian ascetics...

indigenous cultures of the Americas,

and... and the Pacific,
Greek priestesses,

Victorian spiritualists,
hippie kids in the desert.

We're driven by this desperate need

to seek out that state of consciousness

and achieve some form of enlightenment.

And now, here we are.

Bunch of unlucky mortals
who bumped our heads

and opened the floodgates.

Visions of freezers and farm boys
dancing through our minds.

I'm not a farm boy.

Bit tardy, aren't we? Your
associates are already with Edgar.

Our associates?

Dr. Chang and his assistant.

We've gotta use that freezer
to block more of 'em from comin' over.

Hollow Sky in their supreme
"death is just the beginning"

idiocy have used that machine

to go places no regular person
should be allowed to go.

The worlds must remain separate.

So... So you're familiar
with Arthur Forman's theories.

Uh, yeah, you could say that.

Hey, guys?

I think our cover's about to get blown.

Hollow Sky g*ons
here for their weekly visit.

Why'd we come here
the same day as Hollow Sky?

Hey, I told you, I had pretty
damn short notice.

Okay, wait... Edgar, what else
can you tell us about the thing

that att*cked me? What does
it want? How do we k*ll it?

- Follow your dreams.
- Back door.

- But we're gonna need a...
- A distraction? Easy peasy.

Fire!

Oh, no!

Let's go, come on!

We can't just leave him here.

There's not much else
we can do here, man.

We gotta come back for him.

Annabelle, pick up, you little brat.

Come on. Pick up.

You broke into my grandfather's house.

You're going to tell me why.

Sit down.

What's the g*n for?

I brought it in case
Arthur got an itch on his back.

You think you're cute, don't you?

I do, actually.

I should go to the police.

Something tells me
that's not in your nature.

Why do you hate him?

You're kidding, right?

He gave up so much for people like you.

His relationship with his family... with me.

Man, I bet the boys really
eat up your whole wounded,

exotic flower thing, don't they?

As opposed to that
aloof, bad-girl facade?

So, did you intentionally act as a
honeypot for Holden in the Realm?

Pretty granddaughter there to
make the teenage boy stick around?

Holden wanted to help us.

Just because you couldn't handle it.

Like you have any idea
what Holden wanted.

Oh, and you do?

Why? Because you're special, like him?

Special?

Yes, a very special little suicidal kid

who went and put herself in a coma?

Yeah. You know, when I found
myself in the Realm,

Arthur made me feel like I could
finally be safe. Finally belong.

Until he realized I couldn't
get him what he wanted.

Couldn't help him win
his little fight with Frost.

So he dropped me. And when I woke up?

He ghosted. Poof.

So I drifted from foster
home to foster home,

some nice, some not so nice.

Then I fell in with Hollow Sky
and Frost, because I had nothing else.

And the whole time, I had to figure out
how to bridge the time

I lost in my coma.

Figure out how to navigate
these ridiculous powers I woke up with.

Figure out how to survive!

It all felt very special. Believe me.

Arthur... destroyed my life.

So I wanted to destroy his.

But he's not dead.

You didn't go through with it.

Why?

You're gonna have
to put that g*n to my head

if you want an answer to that one.

You got scared. Didn't you?

What is with you guys,
accusing me of being scared,

like it's some character flaw?

Holden nearly got k*lled
last night by some Realm defector

you and your grandpa unleashed,
and you're gonna sit here and...

Wait... What are you talking about?

Someone tried to k*ll him?

Is he okay?

You don't know, do you?

You're gonna wanna sit back down.

Do you wanna know what happened or not?

Can I have my g*n back?

You called me a honeypot.

Fine.

All right. All right, listen...

I... I'm sure the Sheriff's
got his hands full dealing

with noise complaints or something,
but I need to see him now.

And I'm telling you if you
sign in, I'll let him know.

Damn it! I'm tryin'
to turn myself in here.

I have information
on Pastor Ian Brachman,

and I need to speak to Dayton now.

Tom... Holden's fine, we've got
the guy behind bars.

Holden? What guy?

What happened?

I told him to talk to you.

He was out bowling
with his friends last night

when a guy showed up and att*cked him.

Where's Holden?

Is he okay? Is he here? Now?

We let him go hours ago.
He's fine, but...

this guy that att*cked him,
we put some feelers out.

He's wanted for questioning
in regard to the death of his parents.

In Argentina.

I wanna see him. I wanna see
the kid who att*cked my son.

That's not a good idea.

Sheriff? That's him.

The man who att*cked Pastor Ian.

Tom, what's she talking about?

Just look at his hand.

Maybe you should come with me,
Mr. Matthews.

No. Not until I see the bastard
who att*cked my son.

Tell your deputy to get
his hands off of me, John.

Tom, just go with him, okay?

- Let go!
- Hey!

- Relax!
- Aah! Let go! Aah!

- Let's go!
- Relax, Tom.

Let go of me, I wanna see him!

- Tom, Relax!
- Aah!

- Let's go!
- Ooh, boy. That's gonna be fun.

So... explain again
what you came in here for.

Oh... wife thinks someone's
stealin' our trash,

but I'm pretty sure
it's just the raccoons.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

Excuse me... pardon me...

- Pardon me.
- ♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

- Sorry, ma'am.
- ♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

Oh, wow, Emily. Is she gonna do a solo?

Please don't discuss my daughter.

What did you learn, Ramon?

Holden got into some kind of fight
with some Argentinian kid.

- Is he alive?
- ♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

- Wh... Which one?
- ♪ Up above the world so high ♪

Holden.

- Yeah. Actually, they both are.
- ♪ Like a diamond in the sky ♪

- So why'd you ask me which...
- Shhh!

♪ Twinkle, twinkle little star ♪

- What else?
- ♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

Parents are talkin' to the cops.

And the pastor, is he talking?

Not as far as I could tell.

Thank you, Ramon.

Are you gonna tell Ms. Shoemacher?

Not yet. There's still work to be done.

Don't take this the wrong way...

but do you know what you're doing?

Of course I know what I'm doing.

I'm in management now.

♪ A dream is a wish your heart makes ♪

♪ When you're fast asleep ♪

♪ In dreams you will lose
your heartaches ♪

♪ Whatever you wish for, you keep ♪

Ahhh!

Ahhh!