Holy cow!
It's time now
for the 1985...
Cochlear implant
is especially bright.
We see that the three-amp
house device...
-Like it.
Let's put a little garlic...
If you want to talk faster...
Bottle or a miniature
in the computer.
Lift your
buttocks up and squeeze.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
At first glance, Rory was
as American as a Happy Meal.
We know now that perception
would change,
not only for the scientists
who took on his case,
but also for the world at large.
Wow. Look at that.
Who is that handsome dude?
David.
Wow.
-Is that on?
-Yeah.
Check it out.
Such a hottie.
Gross. That's my sister.
Give me the g*n.
Monica, right?
What the f*ck?
Are you kidding me?!
Direct shot.
How's he gonna get
that thing off?
There you go.
-There you go.
-There you go.
And here we are.
Hey, sis.
-Are you gonna help, or what?
-Isn't that everything anyway?
-Building the tent!
Yeah, we're building
it right --
- Kevin.
- Kiss my ass, Kevin.
Here we have a nice,
ice-cold beer.
Take a look at the lake.
"No swimming"?
Yeah.
"Lake"...
E...
Eve?
Evic?
Man, this place is gorgeous.
And there's -- that's Robin.
This place looks weird.
Muddy.
Oof.
What?
Whoa.
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
You were filming me.
I'm filming everything.
Do you want to try?
Sure.
Yeah.
Here. Oh. Oh.
Honestly, you know,
I thought it was
going to be heavier.
I, uh, found a dead squirrel.
Gross.
I want to see it.
Okay. Yeah?
Yeah.
It's right over...uh...
Hey, sis. You going?
No, I don't want
to get swimmer's itch.
That's not a genitals thing,
is it?
No. God.
Uh, we'll be here.
-Hey!
What are you talking about?
Let's go!
-Yo, Kev.
-What?
You going to
let me drive this beast?
Over my dead body.
Over my dead body.
What?
Over his dead body!
How is it, Kel?
-Okay. Here we go.
Kelly's up first.
20 bucks says she biffs it.
-You're on. You're on.
I'll take your bet.
Kel, you ready?
Hit it!
Come on,
come on, come on.
Yes, yes. Yes!
Yes, Kelly! Whoo!
Hey, Jared,
throw us a beer!
Come on.
Okay, Nolan Ryan.
-Hey, Jared.
Do you want to go next?
-Oh, come on.
-Come on, bud.
Hey, Robin.
You want to try?
-All right.
This one's coming in hot.
Yeah, get it!
Oh, no!
-Oh, my gosh.
-Shit!
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.
I'm so sorry.
-No, no, no, it's okay.
It's okay. Are you okay?
Uh...yeah.
I think I'm going to go.
You are?
Give me that g*n.
All right!
I can't get it!
You got to put
your finger in the hole.
I mean, if I can't
get the skis on,
there's no way I can water ski.
I don't think
I'm going to do this.
Jesus.
Hey, Drew,
can you take this?
Yeah.
-All right. All right.
You got it? Good. Okay.
Thank you.
Look at those two. So cute.
-Come on.
-It's cute.
I'm going to
pull the rope taut.
Then you'll go
when you're ready.
-Yeah, I'm ready now.
Let's go. Let's do it.
-You got this!
-Ready?
Go!
Got to lean back.
Otherwise you're going
to dig in.
-I know. I know, Kevin.
Just. Just --
Go!
Almost.
You were up. You were up!
I know. I don't think I can
do it. It hurts my arm.
-One more try.
You got to try one more.
Robin, you got
to pull back.
-I am!
Kevin, f*ckin' A!
-Hey, guys.
Someone's at the landing.
-Is that DNR?
-I don't think so.
You see Jared and Anna?
That's weird.
All right, Robin, one more time
and we're going to go back in.
All right?
Come on. Come on!
Go, go!
She did it. She did it!
Whoo! Yeah!
What happened?
Is she okay?
Pull up closer.
Hurry, hurry.
-I got her. I got her.
One second.
-Get her out.
-Robin. Robin? Robin?
-Grab her!
-Oh, shit. Oh, shit!
What the f*ck is...
Dude, you're bleeding.
Shit, shit, shit!
Get down, get down!
Oh, God!
Holy shit.
Bro, are you hit?
Yeah. My hand.
My f*cking finger's gone.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Kev? Kelly?
Kelly?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Rob, Rob, Rob,
Rob, Rob, Rob, Rob, Rob.
You got to start the boat.
You got to start the boat.
Got to start the boat.
You gotta start the boat.
-Start the boat.
-No, I can't.
You have to, man, you have to.
I'm f*cked. Okay?
Shit.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
-You got this.
You got this. Come on.
You got it, Rob. You got it.
Just turn that key.
Turn that key. Okay.
Okay. Come on.
You got it, Rob. You got it,
man. Come on. Come on.
Rob, come on.
-Come on, come on.
-Shit.
There you go, there you go.
f*ck!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm seeing how close
we are to shore.
-Stay down, stay down.
Down, down.
Here we go. Here we go.
Oh, shit!
Okay.
The shore is closer on my side.
sh**ting is coming
from your side.
How far is the shore?
It's a swim.
Listen to me.
We can use the boat as cover.
I'll tie the rope to the cleat
and swim the boat to shore.
We're going to be okay.
We're going to be okay.
We just have to stay low.
Stay low.
-We drift ashore.
-Stay low. Okay?
Drift to shore. Yeah.
Oh. Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
He sh**ting through the boat.
He's sh**ting through --
Rob?
Rob!
Rob!
It's 10:00 p.m.
Do you know
where your children are?
From the beginning...
innocence and...
Oh, f*ck.
Drew?
Drew?
Drew?
Oh, God.
Hey, can somebody
help me up here?
-Robin?
Robin, stay down.
Pull me up.
-Hold on, hold on.
I'm coming to help.
I'm coming to help!
Just stay down.
I can't.
-Robin, stay down.
I'm going to help.
I'm going to --
Oh, oh, Jesus. Jesus.
Shit. Kelly.
Kelly, it's okay!
I'm gonna help.
I'm gonna help.
Oh, God.
You gonna help out, man?
Dude, your head.
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Is he dead?
No clue.
The truck's gone.
Hey, Drew, you need help?
-I'm fine. I'm fine.
-What's wrong?
You know, I just tried to open
up my life jacket and it --
Oh, shit.
Does that hurt?
Uh, no. It feels f*cking weird.
Here. Here, let me help.
What? What is that?
Shit.
Hey, check this out.
Is that -- Is that blood?
Yeah, but whose?
Anna?
-Rob. Rob. Stay back.
-Anna!
-Rob. Fall back, man.
Rob. Rob, stay back!
No!
-Rob.
-Don't you f*cking touch me!
Oh, God.
But why? Why is she dead
and we're not?
I mean, look at us.
We should be dead.
-But we're not.
-How?
-Oh, no, no, no.
Honey, don't look at yourself.
It's okay. It's okay.
Just sit here and breathe.
Are we like zombies
or something?
-No, this is different.
-Different how?
-I don't know. It's different.
I'm talking. You're talking.
We're all talking.
Rob, you're shot in the head.
Your brain's hanging out
the back of your skull.
If you're a zombie,
you'd be dead. And I...
I've never felt more alive.
You guys feel that?
Oh, I feel it, all right.
Hey, has anybody got that
squirt g*n? I could use a shot.
This is some
Pet Sematary shit.
What the f*ck
is Pet Sematary?
Stephen King's new --
Oh, forget it.
-Guys.
They didn't go into the water.
What?
Jared, Anna, Kevin,
they didn't go into the water.
We did. Maybe that has something
to do with this.
Maybe that's why
we're still here.
I mean, you saw the sign.
It said "No swimming."
Dude, dude, just shut up.
-Rob, I know this sounds crazy.
What I'm saying --
My sister's f*cking dead,
and you're talking
about magic water.
Hey, my brother's dead, too.
You're not the only
victim here, Rob.
We're all victims, Robin.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean. It's just...
What do we do now?
What are we supposed to do?
I mean, what, just pretend
nothing happened?
Go back to the way
things were before?
I mean, we can't just do that.
This -- This isn't normal.
Rob!
What?
Did you get the license plate
on that truck?
On camera?
Did you get the license plate?
We can find this guy.
Okay.
Find him, then what?
Wait.
You want to k*ll him?
-I'm not k*lling anybody.
-k*ll?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We don't k*ll him. We just...
We do exactly what he did to us.
Give me that camera.
...was discovered
by a local boy.
Alone and afraid
on top of this butte.
The team at Stamer University
gave him the warmest
possible welcome
while still maintaining
a rigorous schedule,
teaching classes by day and
conducting the study at night,
monitoring his response
to their battery of tests.
Rory immediately
took to his new home,
but he would not leave
his place on the couch.
One of the many things the team
was hoping to investigate.
Dr. Spratling was now
driving the operation,
making sure to record
every change Rory underwent.
There are many, many questions.
What is he doing?
Why is he here?
How long has he been here?
These are all
fundamental questions.
So the first step
is communication.
Now, what we are doing
is showing him
as much of our culture as we can
from a safe distance --
Television -- to see
if we can initiate a dialogue
we have a hope
of understanding.
We don't have
any results just yet,
but we believe he is sentient.
And, um, we want to have
a conversation.
To maintain secrecy,
university officials
agreed the project
would only involve
approved personnel,
and even then, only
on a need-to-know basis.
...the team was
growing restless
from the lack of progress.
Little did they know that
everything was about to change.
-Just breathe.
-I can't.
-Yes, you can.
You're going to be okay.
No, I won't.
But you will.
Don't say that.
Don't say that.
Then, a break.
Sometime between
10 p.m. and 6 a.m.
We missed it?
What he discovered
would change his entire approach
to working with Rory.
I sat down
with Dr. Sarah Grayson,
a protege of Spratling's
who left the study early.
He was a brilliant man
in many ways,
but he never knew when to not...
pick up the snake.
He found something
that could mimic anything
it laid its eyes on.
And that, in and of itself,
should have
resulted in a very strict
protocol.
Mark, 7:44 a.m.
Rory's first transformation
in captivity.
Can you get Gary and
a please?
Can you see that?
It's the same posture,
but you can see
the locust poking out
from behind the facade.
You see it?
Wow.
Scientific principles
require us to disregard
the emotional need
to project humanity
onto things that are not human.
We care about us,
but existence itself doesn't.
And we treat other
intelligent life horribly.
Horribly.
Why shouldn't we expect the same
if it gets the upper hand?
-All right. On three.
"Happy one month, Rory."
Ready?
Three, two, one.
Happy one month, Rory!
When we come back,
Spratling and team celebrate
new discoveries while Rory
continues to learn
at an alarming rate.
When friends
don't stop friends
from drinking and driving...
...friends die.
Okay.
Here we go.
Who here believes in God?
No, I'm really asking.
Who in this room
believes in God?
And what God do you believe in?
Jesus.
Yahweh?
Allah.
Satan.
Yourself.
Your God is dead.
And you're not even surprised.
Of course not.
You saw this coming.
With an increasing eye
towards computers
and an obsession with robotics,
we have k*lled God ourselves,
and in his place created
a new god.
A God of technology.
Well, this is
our virtual reality glove.
It's called the Techno Glove.
And the idea is that you slip
this baby on and the glove
allows you to,
in our dimension,
let you touch and feel things
in the digital dimension.
So let's say there's a cup,
right?
But it only exists
on the digital plane.
Well, with this glove,
I can actually pick up
that cup in the digital world.
The Techno Glove allows you
to physically exist
in two dimensions
at the same time.
It's pretty cool, right?
I call this little guy
here my eye-phones.
This is the visor, and this
is called my eye-phones.
And what this allows you to
do, if I take the helmet
and I put the eye-phones,
my eye-phones down,
I can actually see into
that digital dimension,
that digital space.
So when I go to pick up the cup
with my Techno Glove,
it's really there.
And the idea is that by
wearing this robotic clothing
over our sense organs,
we can transport
our sensory system
to a technological reality
that only exists
in the computerized plane.
This right here,
this is our prototype 2
model of my eye-phones.
And you see that we integrated
it into a helmet-based system.
So when you put the helmet on
and flip my eye-phones down,
once again, you can see
into that digital space.
So I'm able to exist on two
planes of existence right now.
And I can -- oh,
I can get my coffee cup here,
and I can drink
my digital coffee.
It's lukewarm,
just the way I like it.
And that's the basic premise
of what I designed here.
This will be the future.
Wearing robotic clothing
and transporting yourself
into the new digital reality.
You did this.
You k*lled the gods
we worshiped for millennia
and replaced them with
Techno Gloves and eye-phones.
You worship at a new altar.
When we block out our vision
of the real world,
replacing it with a black mirror
of our digital creation...
...would we really want to see
what is reflected back on to us?
Using our own microphones
and speakers,
can we use the techno God's
own language
to communicate with him?
So now that we are here
in this digital realm...
...I ask you, if your god
of technology exists,
where does he live?
Does he require
summoning...
summoning,
summoning.
That would be apropos.
A new manmade God
would be young.
Perhaps he's like a child
waiting to be woken
from his nap by his mother.
So we'll perform an incantation.
A little rise-and-shine
for our baby boy,
a child born of hate.
If your god of
technology exists,
why doesn't he answer
when I call?
We created him.
We gave him a home...
A home, a home...
If your God of
technology exists,
why doesn't he answer
when we call?
Answer my call.
Wake up.
It's okay. It's a good idea.
If you exist...
wake up!
The God of technology
is a myth for the new era!
A myth! A myth! A myth!
A myth! A myth!
Show yourself.
Wake up!
Show yourself.
Show yourself!
Wake up. Wake up!
Wake up!
...up!
This is not right.
Come off!
No.
Hi, Uncle George.
Hey, Ruthie.
There's the lady of the hour.
Oh, hi, Uncle Jeff.
Let me take my glasses off
so I look presentable
for the camera.
Oh, la la la la la!
Ah! That still
freaks me out.
Frozen salad.
Congrats.
Auntie Carol, Aunt Susan.
-Congratulations.
-Oh, stop. You look good.
-Oh, hi, girls!
-Congrats, honey.
-Mom.
-Girls.
She must be pregnant.
Hi, cousin Annabel.
This is like 5 or 6...
Grandpa Art
and Christopher, of course.
Uh, this is my cousin James
being a complete loser,
as usual.
Is that Beta?
Yep.
Nice.
What deck you got?
Um, the Zenith
Video Director.
-Ruth?
Come here for a minute, please.
Listen, honey, don't film me.
Can you go out into the garage
and the fridge
and get me
some potato salad, please?
Hey. Hey, George.
No smoking inside, please.
Can I try that thing?
Sure.
Hey!
Watch the paint, boys.
-There she is!
-Hey, Ruth!
Look at you all dressed up.
You know, you're going to make
some guy real happy
one of these days.
Looks like I already have,
Schmidty.
That's f*cking gross.
Oh, my God! Adam!
I shot you.
You sure did.
Hey, that's a pretty
cool squirt g*n.
Where did you get that?
The lady in the RV.
-Who?
-I got it from the lady
in the RV.
Yeah, that one.
Welcome.
Hi, Adam.
Bye, girls.
Thank you for coming.
-I drove around.
I didn't see a motor home.
Thanks, Jeff.
-Bye.
-Wonderful party.
Thanks for coming.
That's awesome.
Hello, everyone.
And thank you all so much
for coming out
to celebrate with us today.
Amanda and Hank, I owe you
for helping out with the food
and Jeanie with the decorations.
I can only do so much,
even though I want to do it all.
We are here because
we're family.
And with family
comes history and tradition.
A tradition
that dates back to,
well, even before you,
Grandpa Art.
A long time.
And today we continue
that tradition
with my daughter.
Ruth...
I am so proud of you.
And I am thrilled that even
after all of these years,
we are blessed
with practicing this tradition
out in plain sight.
I...
I only wish that your father
were here to see this.
Come on.
Thanks, Mom.
So, some families celebrate
confirmations, baptisms,
bar mitzvahs, quinceaneras,
but the Wrigleys,
we do something
a little different, don't we?
To the seven.
To the seven!
May we continue this practice
for years to come.
Grandpa Art,
you were the surgeon
with a sickle back in the day!
Auntie Susan,
your arsenic brownies,
I mean, a classic.
Everyone here has claimed
their seven in unique ways.
And may those
seven lives bring
honor, strength,
and pride to our family.
Now, now, I know it's
a little unorthodox,
but tonight,
instead of showing photos
or busting out the slide
projector, I have a video.
They all have
the videotapes now.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Get out of my way.
Move!
-Give it a second.
-Well, move.
I want to see.
It's coming.
This is happening
every single time.
Wait, what's this, though?
Oh, okay. Okay.
So, I saw these people
at a gas station,
and I followed them to this lake
in the middle of nowhere.
It was perfect.
There she is.
Is that your dad's .30-06?
-Yep.
-Wow.
Get out!
No. Please. Please don't.
I wouldn't know
it was your first.
Okay.
Two down.
-Five to go.
This is where it gets good.
Oh, wait. Oh, wait. Oh, okay.
Everyone's out there.
-There she is.
-She's so cute.
Oh, shit.
This is the police!
We have the house surrounded.
The f*ck?
-Do not run.
-Oh, holy hell.
They're everywhere.
They're everywhere.
-It's happening. It's happening.
This is it.
You know what to do.
Excuse me.
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-More g*ns in the couch.
You're okay. You're okay.
-This is happening.
-Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
-Mom.
-Honey.
It was only a matter of time.
Everyone, get ready.
-Come on. Come on.
-Coming in hot.
-All right.
-In the kitchen.
Listen, listen, listen.
You fight.
And take your own life.
All right? Do you understand?
Don't let them take you alive.
And do not disgrace
the family name.
They're coming around
the side of the house.
You got five rounds
in that one ready to go.
You make me so proud.
Oh, Jesus.
k*ll as many as you can.
Ruth? Ruth? Ruth!
Who wants a brownie, bitch?!
-Ruth, we gotta get out of here.
Let's just go.
No. We're going to stay.
Take as many with us
as we can for the family.
Oh, God. I don't
want to die, Ruth.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Don't be a p*ssy.
They're coming around
the side of the house.
Don't let them in.
-She's got a g*n.
She's got a g*n!
Here.
I-I can't.
I can't.
Then I'm sorry.
Room clear!
-This way.
-Over here.
Put it down!
Oh, my God. Help!
Got two officers down
in the kitchen!
She's gone.
-Jesus Christ.
What is she, 15?
Be advised we have
two armed suspects
in the backyard.
Room is clear.
Oh, God!
Alright, we need
the rooms clear.
Holy shit!
Over here, come on!
Drop it! Drop it!
No, no, no!
-Calm down, ma'am.
Calm down! Stop it!
-Get over here.
-Calm down, ma'am.
f*cking bitch.
Help! Somebody!
You think this
is going to work?
...no response at all,
while others triggered
an immediate transformation.
What prompted Rory
to mimic one form
over another remained
a mystery,
and what he would choose next
shocked the entire team.
Are you ready?
Spratling was all too eager
to share the footage.
Just look at him go, answering
us in his own way.
Wow.
Is that Gary?
Special boy.
How do you
account for this?
I don't know.
But it's an acknowledgment
of us, which is something.
Want to see it again?
Gary did not want
to see it again.
He withdrew further
from the team,
reluctant to voice his concern.
Alarmed by the transformation,
Dr. Grayson stepped forward,
calling for
an emergency meeting.
I understand
your concerns.
But as I look through
the data, it's exactly
the same process as before.
It sees something,
it replicates it.
-Right?
-Sure.
So why is this a concern?
Because Gary hasn't been
in the chamber.
So if it can mimic Gary,
then it can see through
a one-way mirror.
I'm sorry. What does that mean?
It means it's been
watching us the entire time.
- That's communication.
- Okay?
Rory is reaching beyond
his constraints to make contact.
And it's a miracle
as far as I'm concerned.
Spratling
remained intent,
captivated by his subject's
newfound potential,
even as Rory's appearance
grew more and more familiar.
He's reaching out,
is he not?
I think so.
Science can be
a lonely pursuit.
I think Spratling
let something in.
And when he did
is when he lost his rigor.
He didn't deserve
what happened to him,
but he brought it on himself.
My primary sympathies are
with those he took with him.
I would say their names,
but I'm...
It's only going to
make me upset.
911 operator.
Somebody is trying
to break into my house.
Please help me!
-Okay, ma'am. Stay calm.
What's your name?
Karen.
Please send somebody.
What is your address?
885 Oakwood Street.
Oh, my God. He's in the house.
Stay on the line, Karen.
I'm sending someone
over now, okay?
Okay.
Where are you in the house?
My bedroom.
I can hear him downstairs.
Is your bedroom door open?
Yes.
Close the damn door.
Karen?
-It's closed.
Okay, I want you
to hide if you can.
You have to stay on the line.
He's coming up the stairs.
I think he's on the stairs.
Oh, my God.
Karen? Karen? Karen?
I want you to stop talking
and stay as quiet as you can.
He's...he's...
He's outside my bedroom.
Police are on their way.
He's in the room.
Stay quiet, Karen.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no!
Bobby?
This door look familiar to you?
No, why would it
look familiar to me?
The horror video
from last week.
The one some sicko sent
to the station.
-I don't know.
I didn't watch it.
Ah, it was the craziest thing.
Some homemade Michael Myers,
Friday the 13th,
Texas Chainsaw nonsense.
Damn, this looks exactly
like the house in that video.
A lot of these places
from the late '60s,
they all look similar.
No f*cking way.
That is her.
Eyes cut. Throat slit.
That's her.
I saw this m*rder.
Jesus Christ. That tape is real.
Yeah, but you said
you got the tape last week.
This happened a few hours ago.
What do you think?
They staged the m*rder
before committing it?
-You check lividity yet?
-Yeah.
Coroner said somewhere
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.
Matches the 911 call.
It's f*cking impossible.
Hey, there.
Yeah. Yeah.
I need a postal delivery source
for an envelope
I have here on my desk.
Yeah. I need to know where
it was mailed from.
Postmark is last Tuesday.
The corner of
Dunning and Royal Road.
No, no, no, no.
It's not private property.
It's a public mailbox.
Yeah. Yeah. On the sidewalk.
No, no, no.
Just hidden surveillance camera.
No sound.
Okay. All righty. Thank you.
Her ears are burned.
Her eyelashes and her fingers
are burned.
She can't hold anything.
The medical advances...
There is no end in sight.
The nightmares,
the nightmares...
...ingredients
and dough.
Mention Conan's again,
use the words
"Chicago style deep dish pizza."
Cut to shot of people
with cheese
hanging out of their mouths.
Slow dissolve to logo.
You sure this is the same house
as the new videotape?
Oh, I'm sure, Bobby.
I've seen everything
that happened.
See, the fight started here,
and he used the same electric
knife from the prior scene
to slice off the fingers.
It's f*cking impossible.
You got any theories about it?
Well, we got the tape
three days ago,
so nothing that doesn't
involve the k*ller
being a time traveler.
This shit is
making me religious.
How so?
It's making me think
the devil is real.
Hey, it's Wayne.
Yeah, I need to swap out
some real eyes
for that hidden camera
on the mailbox.
Okay, Gunther.
How you doing?
Good.
What the f*ck, son?
Did you send those
two videotapes to the station?
Gunther...you need to answer
your father's question.
I guess so.
You guess so?
You guess so or you know so?
I know so.
And why did you send them here?
You saw what's on them.
Those tapes show two murders
before they happened.
-I know.
That's why I sent them.
What does that mean?
Where did you get them?
From home.
I s-- I swear,
if you don't tell us
where you got those
two g*dd*mn videotapes,
I will hand you
your f*cking head!
Bobby.
Gunther, come on.
You're a good kid.
Okay?
So why don't you just tell us
where you got these videotapes
from?
Just...tell us what they are.
Last year, we bought
a new video recorder.
I wanted a Beta one
because it looks better, but --
Beta does not look better.
He bought a VHS one anyway,
since it was cheaper.
Okay, so your father bought
a video recorder for the house,
and you used it?
-Yeah.
Like all the time.
I started by looking up
late-night movies and shows
in TV Guide, 'cause that's when
the best stuff comes on.
So I started recording it --
Mostly horror movies,
music videos, stuff like that.
Then, a few months ago,
I started seeing these
other things on the screen.
At first, they were
just different-colored flashes.
But after a few weeks,
I could see images
and...I recognized them.
You recognized them from where?
From my dreams.
Oh, God damn it, Gunther.
-Uh, wait, wait.
Wait.
So y-you're saying
your video recorder
started recording your dreams?
Yes, sir.
-Okay.
Okay.
Continue, please.
A-And then what happened?
It came true.
It came true.
W-What is this?
Is this some --
Some kind of prank, Gunther?
I mean, I-I hear everything
you're saying,
but I-I just...
-I can't believe you.
-Hey, Wayne.
No, I just --
I just can't believe you.
-Wayne.
-I-I -- Yes.
Go outside for a second.
He's not lying.
What?
He has these dreams.
Sometimes they're...prophetic.
Prophetic?
Yeah.
I've seen it.
He'll have a dream,
and then later, it'll come true
exactly as he had described it.
It's something that runs
in my family.
My sister had it.
It drove her so crazy
that she k*lled herself.
Gunther's cousin Gwen
has it too.
I f*cking hate it.
You got to be kidding me here.
I'm not.
So, uh, why didn't you give
the tapes to your dad?
He gets really mad
if I ever even talk about it.
How mad?
Okay, Gunther.
Just...keep going.
Well, at first, it was just,
you know,
whatever kind of things
on the tapes --
Um, the score
of a Friday-night football game,
who would get into a fight
behind Safeway after school
and who would win --
Stuff like that.
That's when I had
the first nightmare.
The woman who was m*rder*d?
Postal Service retrieved
your package from the mailbox.
Thanks, Jill.
Want to tell me
what's on this one?
You should just watch it.
Please! Please stop!
Jesus Christ.
There.
The address on the door.
-All right. 4725.
What street?
-There.
Reflection on the window.
The Aurora water tower.
The side with the writing on it.
I know exactly
where the street is.
Go and get your camera kit.
That is it.
That's the house.
So what, we're just supposed to
go knock on the door
and say, "Hey. Sorry.
You're about to be dismembered
soon"?
Hey, Bobby, would you mind, uh,
putting the camera down
for a second?
I just want to ask you something
before we go in there.
Yeah. Sure.
Bobby, you know this lady?
Who lives here? No.
No.
Why are you lying to me?
I'm not.
Do you know this lady?
You also know
the first victim, too.
These are a copy of the --
The lawsuit filed against you.
Been found in the first
victim's house.
I took them
from the evidence room.
These two ladies hired
an attorney to come after you.
That second victim
is the attorney.
-Wait. Listen.
I-I can explain.
You also lied to me about
voluntarily giving up uniform
to become
a forensic videographer.
Why didn't you tell me
that you were forced to turn in
your badge
after these two ladies
accused you of stalking
and sexual as*ault?
I mean, did you...did you
really get their addresses
during those traffic stops?
Oh, Bobby.
We've been friends
for a long time.
I mean, our kids grew up
together, for Christ's sakes.
I'm -- I'm -- I'm giving you
a chance right now --
Right now to tell me the truth,
Bobby.
Did you --
Holy shit.
I've got an officer down.
I repeat.
I've got an officer down.
4725 Utica Court.
I need backup and wagons.
Want to tell me
what's on this one?
You should just watch it.
All right, Bobby.
Let's go to the AV room.
Gunther, stay right here.
Don't move until we come back,
all right?
Bobby.
-Turn off the camera.
-Yeah.
I just dreamed this.
I just dreamed this.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
I know what you did, Dad.
You k*lled them.
You k*lled all of them.
You just chopped up that woman
from my dream.
And now I'm gonna k*ll you.
Because this is all your fault,
you worthless little shit!
No.
No.
You're not gonna k*ll me.
-I'm not gonna k*ll you?
-No.
I just dreamed everything
that happens next.
I know how this ends.
The dream is playing
on this camera right now.
You little f*ckin' freak.
-There's a problem.
He is not moving.
Well, you know
it mimics things, right?
So how do you know
it's not mimicking something
we haven't seen yet?
Because it doesn't feel right.
Because this is very different.
It's only different behavior.
-He's not mimicking.
He's sick.
You know he's sick.
That is the only answer.
We exposed him to something,
and now he's not changing
and he's not communicating.
I don't know that he's sick.
How do you know that he's sick?
It's observable, Sarah.
Look at him.
He's sick!
I don't think
you can know that.
Doubts were mounting.
Spratling's leadership
was increasingly in question.
And if this is as intelligent
as you say it is,
I think it could be
manipulating you.
-We need to intervene.
-I'm not going back in there.
Yes, you are.
Later that evening, Dr. Grayson
packed her things and left...
-Yeah. Well, listen.
I've said everything I can say.
...for the last time.
I think you should leave.
I think you should come.
The one thing
I can't figure out...
...is why no one followed me.
For months now, the details
of exactly what took place
at Stamer University
have been shrouded in mystery.
And while authorities
have recently shared with us
those final minutes
of Spratling's tapes.
The disturbing nature
of the images
and concern for the well-being
of our viewers
leads us to feel
it would be irresponsible
to screen that footage for you
at this --
What the f*ck --
What the f*ck are you doing?
Let's go. God damn it.
Get in there.
-My bad.
-Quit dicking around.
Let's go.
He's about to do it.
-He's about to go.
-Great. I'm filming.
-That's it, Gary.
Slow and steady.
We're just helping out our guy.
Ten-four.
I kind of wish it was
someone else right now, but...
You or him?
What -- What are you doing?
Get him. Get -- Get him.
Alex --
Dr. Spratling?
-What is going on here?
-Alex, you should be here.
This is important. I want to
get them in the same shot.
Dr. Spratling,
what is going on here?
Gary's giving him
the Adrenalin.
We don't know
how he's going to react to this.
We don't have a choice.
Oh, my God!
-What's happening?
I can see the locust.
-It's okay.
Just administer the Adrenalin.
The feeler is out.
Give him the Adrenalin, Gary.
Give it the -- Oh!
Oh, it's got me!
It's got me!
-Don't panic.
It's okay.
He's just curious.
-It's around my arm!
Did you do something
to provoke him?
-No, no! No, no!
-Are you in pain?
-No, but I don't like it.
What should I do?
Okay. Just slowly see
if you can loosen the grip.
-Jesus Christ.
It's so tight around my arm.
And it's following me.
It's following me!
-That's okay.
-No! Get me out of here!
-What do we do?
-All right. It's okay, Gary.
We're -- We're gonna get you
out of there, okay?
-Should I call somebody?
-No. No. I...
I have an idea.
It's okay, Gary.
Rory.
-He doesn't understand you.
-Yes, he does. You know that.
He listens to tone,
not content!
Rory.
Oh, my God.
Remember?
Oh, shit.
-Oh, my God!
Oh, God!
-That's it.
W-We're going in there.
Oh, my God.
Is there anything here
that can neutralize it?
f*cking Christ.
-No. No, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
-We need campus security.
-No. They'll hurt him.
We can do this on our own.
-Tone. Hey.
-Keep rolling. Keep rolling.
Come on.
-All right!
-Come on.
Open the door!
Open the -- He's screaming!
-It's okay.
We're just gonna separate them.
He's okay.
-It's o-- It's okay.
No. No!
It's okay!
It's okay!
No!
-Go look inside!
Go look what's happening!
Okay!
Relax.
-Doctor!
-You're okay. No.
It's okay.
I got you.
Help us, damn it!
It's okay. Relax.
It's okay. Okay.
It's okay.
-No, no, no.
Relax. Relax.
It's okay!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay!
It's okay!
Just...
f*ck it. Let him go.
No!
Wait. Wait.
Come on. I got you.
I got you.
Here.
Take this --
Run!
f*ck!
-What do you mean, "f*ck"?
-The blood on my hands.
It won't read the print!
This m*therf*cking thing!
-God f*cking damn it!
-Can't you override it?
-No, I can't override it.
The system won't let me --
Oh, shit.
-Come on. Come on!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
-Open the door!
-Come on!
Open the door!
Rory? Rory?
We -- We don't have to go
this way.
That's it. Squeeze.
Squeeze.
Squeeze.
Great. Buttocks up.
Squeeze.
Squeeze.
Nice and tight.
Feet flat and squeeze.
Squeeze.
Up. Up. Up.
Good. Good.
Good.
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