(quiet eerie rumbling)
(light static whirring)
(heavy footsteps)
(light static whirring)
(heavy footsteps)
(indistinct eerie whispering)
(heavy footsteps)
(light clattering)
(door clicks open)
(door sliding open)
(quiet clattering)
(footsteps fading)
(loud clattering)
(man screaming)
(woman screaming)
(loud crashing)
[Jill] Help me!
(woman screaming)
(loud crashing)
(screaming stops abruptly)
(heavy footsteps)
(door clicking open)
(heavy footsteps)
(light static whirring)
(distant train horn blaring)
(phone clattering)
(Ryan sighs)
(pills rattling in bottle)
(Ryan grimaces)
Mom, it's Ryan.
I just watched that security
footage from Jill's.
Yeah.
Did the police send that to you?
Oh, the security company,
they sent it directly to you?
Wow.
The police gotta have
it too then, I guess.
Yeah, well, hopefully that's
just what they're telling us.
I mean, they gotta be
able to solve it now.
The whole thing's on...
It's on tape, right?
No, I'm heading down there now.
I'll be there...
Check in's at noon,
I think they said.
Answer it.
Answer it, yeah.
I'll call you when I get there.
All right.
I'll call you when
I get there, I will.
All right. Love you.
Bye.
Jack, it's Ryan Graph.
Yeah, I'm on the road now,
about an hour from Raven.
Okay, so what, you'll
be there around 1:00?
(quiet shuffling)
[Receptionist] Hey,
how we doing today?
[Ryan] Hey, how's it going?
I'm checking in
for a few nights.
[Receptionist] All
right. Last name?
[Ryan] Graph. Ryan Graph.
[Receptionist] Looks like
we've got you at room 103.
[Ryan] Okay.
[Receptionist] The sink's
got small leak going on,
our maintenance guys is
gonna be stopping around.
(door whines open)
(knocking on door)
(loud shuffling)
[Jack] Ryan?
Jack, it's good to
see you in person.
Good to be seen.
Oh, come in please.
Can I get you
something to drink?
Water? Coffee?
Coffee would be great, thanks.
I also have a camera
rolling right now.
I hope it's all right.
Why?
Oh, well, I'm kind
of filming everything
about the case right now.
I figure I might find
some new information
to bring to the media
or, I don't know,
something to put some
pressure on the police
to solve this thing.
Not a bad idea.
I really appreciate you
jumping on board with this.
The police haven't
given us any information
and I knew I couldn't just
sit around and do nothing.
Yeah, I've been rereading
that for the 10th time
trying to see if
I missed anything.
Thanks.
That security footage from
your sister's house was...
Interesting.
When was the last
time you spoke to her?
Probably about a week
before all this happened.
Right around New Year's.
She mentioned something
about finding a broken clock
on her front porch.
A clock? What do you mean?
Yeah, I don't know,
she just said something
about finding a broken
clock on her front porch.
I didn't really think
much of it at the time,
but I mean, now it
kind of stands out.
Where's this clock now?
I don't know.
I told the police.
They probably took it.
Tell me a little bit
about your sister.
Well, she's my older sister.
Four years older.
She was a fifth grade
history teacher.
And we're both from upstate
New York originally,
but her husband, Brad,
he got a good job
with his union
about two years ago
and they moved
down to Raven then.
Okay.
And how long were they married?
Three years.
Any crazy exes? Either of them?
I mean, married
together for six years,
so exes aren't really in
the picture at this point.
And do you know if they
lived a swinger lifestyle
or were involved in
any drug activity?
Nothing in their lifestyle
would've led to
anything like this,
that's why it's so baffling.
Sorry, this is all
just kind of...
It's kind of too familiar.
My dad, when Jill
and I were both kids,
he was k*lled on duty.
On duty?
Yeah.
He was a homicide
detective for the NYPD.
He was investigating some case
and he was k*lled by a
drugged out homeless guy
in an abandoned house.
Hmm. What was your dad's name?
Samuel Graph.
I mean, it destroyed my mom.
She wouldn't even go to
the morgue to see his body.
And then her daughter.
(loud clapping)
Anyway, I'm in town
for the next four days,
so I'm gonna be looking
into this as well.
Oh, wait.
Hey, I told you on the
phone that I work alone.
Yeah, no, I know.
You mentioned that.
I mean, this is extremely
personal for me.
I mean, this is my sister.
Listen.
I get it, but personal is
the last thing you want
in something like this.
I'll double the
rate we agreed on.
[Jack] So you're
just gonna have to
stay outta the way on this,
do your filming from a distance.
Did you just get that camera?
[Ryan] No, I own a small
production company up in New York
doing commercials, mainly.
I get it from my dad, I guess.
He used to film everything.
[Jack] I'm surprised the
police aren't guarding this.
[Ryan] That's Jill's car.
[Jack] Well, we'll
take a look around,
but we gotta be quick.
[Ryan] God.
It's eerie just being here.
I can't believe my sister's
house is a crime scene.
Okay, be careful
where you're stepping.
We can't go inside in case
forensics isn't finished.
[Ryan] Oh, God.
(leaves rustling)
(Ryan exhales shakily)
Hey, man.
As a kid, Jill loved snowmen,
and the Christmas
right before he died,
my dad got her this
stuffed snowman doll.
And she still sleeps with it!
Sorry, I mean, slept
with it every night.
I hope the police find that.
So the person went in through
the sliding glass door,
looking through
the kitchen window.
And then headed back
that way on foot,
which means either they
parked nearby and walked
or they live within
walking distance.
[Ryan] The train was heard
not very long after they left.
I mean, that can't
be a coincidence.
The only thing that makes
sense to me right now
is this being completely random.
Some dr*fter-
We got a boot print.
Could be one of the police.
It doesn't look like
a police boot to me.
[Ryan] What do you have?
Blood.
(leaves rustling)
Hey! You can't be here.
Didn't you see the caution tape?
It's an active crime scene,
I need you to head
back to your vehicle.
[Ryan] Sorry, officer.
This was my sister's house,
I just wanted to be
able to see the place.
It doesn't matter, you
gotta head out here.
I understand what you're saying
and I'm sorry for your loss,
but it's an active crime
scene, you have to leave.
[Ryan] Did you guys
collect that boot print
in the yard over there?
-Sir.
Sir, you guys need to leave.
[Jack] Hey, Ryan,
I'll be in the car.
[Ryan] Look man,
my sister's funeral
is on Tuesday and we still
can't even make sense
of what even the
f*ck happened here.
Look, I can give you
my supervisor's number,
but after that,
you have to leave.
Yeah, hi, my name is Ryan Graph.
I'm the brother of Jill Dockson,
who was k*lled at our house
on Hilltop Drive
back on January 8th.
I just talked to
one of your deputies
at the house, actually,
and I was calling to see if
I could schedule a meeting
to see where you guys are
at in this investigation.
Wait, sorry, they've
taken the case over now?
He says the feds have
taken over the case.
Wouldn't tell me anything else.
I'm still in contact
with a few guys in there.
I'll see what I can find out.
(footsteps crunching
over stones)
This is likely
where the train was
that we heard on the
surveillance video.
Now, whether or not
the train is connected
or if the suspect even
came this way is...
I can't be sure.
[Ryan] If it isn't connected,
he could have gone
anywhere from here.
I'll check the logs
from that night
to see which way the
train was coming from
and where it was going.
(metal dinging)
(train whirring past loudly)
[Weather Reporter]
There'll be a few showers
around as well.
Getting showers in tonight
followed by mainly cloudy skies.
(door slams shut)
(loud shuffling of coat)
(entry bell dings)
[Jack] Hey, my name's Jack.
Hey, I'm an investigator
looking into
that double m*rder over on
Hilltop Drive back on the 8th?
[Clerk] Yeah, that was terrible.
-Yeah.
-It's got all of us
on edge right now.
I don't blame you.
I noticed you have
security cameras
on the side of the building.
Do you happen to have any
footage from that night?
The fact that the police
didn't pick that up already
makes no sense whatsoever
at this point of
the investigation.
Unless they didn't need it.
Would've been closer to 4:00.
[Ryan] All right,
let's try this one.
-There they're at.
-sh*t.
[Jack] So he went
over the train tracks.
So the train wasn't involved.
So that store is over a
mile to your sister's house
and basically a straight line.
So if he walked that far,
he walked the whole way.
[Ryan] What are you saying?
We've got a starting point.
(footsteps on wood)
(birds squawking)
(footsteps on wood)
[Ryan] Are you thinking
he came down here?
So if he's staying in the same
trajectory from the store,
this is where it ends.
He certainly didn't cross this.
He's somewhere between here
and the convenience store.
He's still here.
Here you go.
I'm gonna see if I can find out
how many were
purchased in this area
in the last three months.
Looks very similar.
I'm gonna drop you
back off of your room
and get a jump on this.
[Ryan] What time are
we meeting up tomorrow?
Let's do 10:00.
Gotta make some
calls in the morning.
(Ryan sighs)
(papers shuffling)
(notification dings)
(camera clattering)
"Hey there, my name
is Marcus Langford."
I'm in Maine.
I saw your post
about what happened
to your sister and her husband,
truly sorry about your loss.
My brother, Ethan, was
k*lled back in 2009
while house sitting,
and I attached a video
that was found on his
phone after his m*rder.
His case is still unsolved.
"Hard to believe
these are connected."
Huh.
All right, I'll bite.
It's the third time in the
night this has happened.
My alarm keeps going off.
Yeah, these dickheads
are messing with me.
For sure.
(keys jingling)
(car alarm blaring)
Too alive for this sh*t, man.
(car alarm blaring)
Come on, man. Where
you at, Chris?
I know you ain't putting
your grubby a*s hands
on my brand new car.
You were supposed to be here
with the food an hour ago.
Where the did he
even park his car at?
(thunder rumbling)
These f*ck are
always trying to scam me
while I'm out here house
sitting in the sticks.
Come on, guys. Where you at?
I'm going back in
to hop on the game.
What the?
Come on, dude. Really?
They're gonna be
home in 40 minutes,
I gotta clean this sh*t up now.
Dude, you can come out now.
I gotta clean up this
mess you just made.
(heavy footsteps on stairs)
If I was a vacuum,
where would I be?
(thunder rumbling)
Ah, there you are.
Chris?
(door slams shut)
Chris?
(Ethan breathing shakily)
What the f*ck?
I'm gonna open this door and
kick you in the d*ck, Chris.
(thunder rumbling)
(Ethan yelps in surprise)
(pot plant clattering)
(Ethan breathing raggedly)
f*ck this.
Hey, did you get that video
I sent you last night?
I did. I don't think it's real.
Watch what you're
posting online.
We should investigate
every possibility.
The guy who did it, he
could be jumping states
like that serial k*ller up
in Alaska a few years back.
I was able to clear both exes,
and that blueprint we
found in your sister's yard
was a work boot
from 1922, this one.
f*ck.
[Jack] And I found this.
[Ryan] What is this?
[Jack] In 1997, an
almost exact m*rder
took place in this house
at a town near here
called Briarwick.
[Ryan] God, that's where my
sister's funerals gonna be.
[Jill] This man, Garrett Benson,
broke into that house in
the middle of the night
through a sliding glass door
and stabbed a woman
to death in her sleep.
[Ryan] Wait, what are
you saying? He did it?
No, he couldn't
have. He's in prison.
This was the lead detective
on that case, Joe Rhodes.
And he was m*rder*d
in his hunting cabin
in North Carolina three months
later in a similar fashion.
And Garrett Benson was
convicted of that m*rder also.
[Ryan] What does that mean?
It might not mean anything,
but if we can figure out how
he pulled off those murders,
which way he traveled,
how he chose that victim,
get inside of his
mind a little bit,
it might give us some insight
into who we're looking for.
You're not gonna try to
take that in, are you?
[Ryan] I mean, who knows
what this guy's about to say?
He could have some
important information.
Well, you're gonna
have to keep it hidden.
I'll do the talking.
Garrett Benson?
[Garrett] Who are you guys?
[Jack] I'm Jack, this is Ryan.
We're looking into a m*rder
that took place over in Raven,
we were hoping you could
answer the questions for us.
Well, I'm already in here
for two murders I didn't do,
so I can assure you I
didn't do that one either.
[Jill] No, I'm not
saying that you did,
it's just that this
was eerily similar
to the ones you
were convicted of.
So we just thought
that maybe you could
answer some questions.
-It is?
Well, then it could be the
same guy, where exactly
did this happen?
-What made you choose
this house?
I didn't choose anything.
I've never even been to
that house or that town.
But look, if there's
a similar m*rder,
this could clear my name.
[Jill] Look, we're
not here to clear-
Well, I was a homeless
19-year-old addicted to heroin.
I had no money, no car, nothing.
How was I supposed
to be traveling up
and down the East Coast
committing murders?
[Jack] Look, I don't know
enough about your cases.
The prosecution showed
that there was $3,500
in that woman's purse on
the dresser by the bed.
A broke heroin junkie
wouldn't have at least
checked that purse?
Look, I didn't do those murders,
but maybe the person who did
also did the one
you're looking into.
[Jack] I'll tell you what.
If you answer some
questions for us,
I'll put $50 on your books
and put a good word
in with a warden.
What do you say?
You fellas have a nice day.
Well, that didn't
get us anywhere.
[Ryan] What if he's
telling the truth?
Maybe it is the same
k*ller in all these cases.
They're all innocent
if you ask them.
(papers rustling)
We got a hit on the umbrella.
[Ryan] Who?
A guy named Clayton Bailey
purchased one two months ago.
He lives just outside of Raven.
[Ryan] Well, that's it, right?
That that's gotta be our guy.
Well, not necessarily,
but it can't be ignored.
Yeah. 302.
[Ryan] You sure
that's the house?
You gotta be patient
situations like this.
I've sat on one of these
for more than 10 hours
before seeing any movement.
[Ryan] Well, I mean,
I don't mind waiting,
but what do you do when
you gotta take a piss?
There's a plastic
container behind my seat.
(car rumbling)
[Ryan] So what's the plan here?
Are we just
following him around?
[Jack] Just watching
his movements.
Getting eyes on him.
[Ryan] Shouldn't we
be, I don't know,
questioning him or something?
[Jack] Keep the camera down.
[Ryan] So what do you know
about this guy so far?
Any connection to Jill or Brad?
Any criminal history?
Yeah, all we know for sure
is that he purchased an umbrella
similar to the one that
we saw in the footage.
I'm doing a background
check as we speak.
Here he comes.
-Huh.
-What?
Well, he was pushing the cart
with his left hand
going in the store,
now he's pushing
it with his right.
[Ryan] What does that mean?
Well, when the suspect
entered your sister's house,
he was holding the
knife with his left hand
and he was holding it with
his right when he was exiting.
Flowers
(car rumbling)
[Ryan] What? He's pulling
into the cemetery.
What are you doing?
Follow him, man.
We gotta keep our distance.
We don't wanna spook him.
[Ryan] I mean, what if he's
hiding evidence or something?
He's already got a
two-week head start on us.
Okay, you know what?
You get the footage you need
and I'll do the investigation.
Nothing that sets
off any red flags.
Just a couple small items I'm
gonna send in for analysis.
[Ryan] Who is this guy?
He's the medical examiner
that did the autopsies.
There he is.
All right, you stay here.
How you doing, sir?
My name is Jack, I'm a detective
looking into the murders
that took place over
on Hilltop Drive.
Yeah?
I understand that
you did the autopsies
on both those victims.
I'm sorry, who are you with?
I was hired by the family.
I'm sorry, I can't-
Listen, I'm just
looking for something
that would make a
suspect stand out.
Maybe they switched
hands during the attack,
something like that.
I released my examination
to the authorities
in charge of the case.
I can't really
speak on any of it.
Sorry.
I really can't
speak on any of it.
Mr. Lemons, this is
a grieving family
that just wants some answers,
some closure, please.
(Mr. Lemons stammers)
There was a...
Please.
(Mr. Lemons breaths nervously)
There there was a symbol
carved into their foreheads.
A symbol? What did it look like?
Like that.
Now, you never
talked to me, okay?
[Ryan] What type of sick
m*therf*cker did this?
What does this even mean?
[Jack] I'm gonna call it a day.
I got a lot to sort out.
Yeah, he said they had
a weird symbol carved
into their heads.
Yeah, no, I know.
I know, I know, I know.
But I think we've gotta be
able to hear stuff like this
if we really wanna
solve this, right?
This whole thing just keeps on
getting weirder and weirder,
but hopefully the pieces
are starting to
fall into place now.
You talk to Brad's family yet?
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet.
We all just want
answers right now.
(knocking on door)
Oh, God. (sighs)
(knocking on door)
(camera rustling)
(quiet music playing outside)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again-
(loud thwack)
(loud music playing in room)
Rain, rain, go away
[Ryan] Hello?
Somebody in here?
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(door slams shut)
f*ck. (whispers)
f*ck, it's locked.
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(light switch clicks on)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(upbeat music)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
What? Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(loud music from radio)
(music stops) (switch clicks)
(knocking on door) (Ryan
breaths unsteadily)
(light flicks off quietly)
[Ryan] Who's in
here? Who's in here?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
How did this turn off?
(light switch flicks)
(Ryan yells)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(music playing in bathroom)
Jack. Yeah, sorry.
Sorry it's so late.
I just saw the f*cking guy
in the room next to mine.
No, I don't know.
He was standing. I
saw him in the mirror.
I heard some
banging on the wall.
It was some weird
old-timey music playing.
Sorry, what?
What about the symbol?
Like what?
Okay. Yeah, I'm coming to you.
Red Lounge Inn, right?
Yeah, okay.
All right, I'll be
there in 15 minutes.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(knocking on door)
Come on. Come on.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jack, I'm telling you.
I saw him, he was right there.
He was in the room
next to mine, man.
-Calm down.
-I got it all on tape.
Actually.
I can f*cking show you.
Wait, sorry.
You were saying (stammering)
When you on the phone, you said
something about the symbol.
What'd you find?
-Just relax. Take a breath.
Can I get you some
water? Some scotch?
[Ryan] You have both, actually.
[Jack] All right.
I mean, what if this
guy's after me now?
We gotta figure out who
the f*ck this guy is.
[Jack] Stay right there.
I'll be right back.
f*ck.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
What?
What's all this?
Jack, what is all this?
[Jack] Yeah, I think
I'm onto something.
[Ryan] What is it?
You're gonna want this.
So that symbol that was carved
into the victims' foreheads
is from the occult.
It's called the
Mark of Mourning.
M-O-U-R mourning.
And it symbolizes a bad omen.
And as I started
looking into it,
I found a few coincidences.
-Like what?
-That is an illustration
from the 1800s.
They call him Mr. Mourning.
Looks familiar, doesn't it?
The mythology of Mr. Mourning
says it kills every 13 years
carving that symbol into
its victim's foreheads.
It kills to...
Well, to collect the mourning
of its victims' families.
Supposedly it places
a curse on its victims
before k*lling them, which
could explain the whispering.
And the killings only take
place when it's raining.
Sometimes before,
sometimes after,
but always in the midst of rain.
And it was raining the night
of your sister's m*rder.
In some versions,
it places an omen of something
bad on the victims before,
leading up to the killings,
and could explain the
clock that your sister-
[Ryan] Wait, I'm sorry.
What are you saying?
You're saying my sister was
k*lled by some mythical being?
No.
No, of course not.
It's just that we might
be dealing with a copycat.
It could be that Garrett
Benson was telling the truth
when he said he didn't
commit those murders.
[Ryan] Wait, but it kills
every 13 years, right?
Or so you say.
But the murders he's convicted
of, they were 13 years apart.
And Jill and Brad's m*rder.
I mean, that was, what, 17
years after the last one?
I mean, it doesn't
line up at all.
And what is all this
about 13 years anyway?
Well, it it all revolves
around bad omens,
bad luck, like the number 13.
And you're right, the
years don't line up.
It could be that
whoever's doing this
isn't following the
mythology precisely.
Is this really all
you've uncovered?
I mean, that symbol,
this could be anything.
It could have been
a slip of the knife.
I think we gotta focus on
this Clayton Bailey guy.
Okay.
In an investigation like
this, there's no coincidences.
I wouldn't be doing my job
if I didn't investigate
all of this.
And we're still focused
on Clayton Bailey,
this just adds another
layer to it all.
I just don't wanna waste
time chasing fairytales.
You think I do?
Why my sister though?
Well, that's what
we gotta find out.
So I looked a little
deeper into this mythology
after you fell
asleep last night.
It said that Mr. Mourning
lingers in nearby cemeteries
after the killings,
sometimes for weeks.
Clayton Bailey could
have been imitating
that part of the mythology
when he was here yesterday.
[Ryan] Why cemeteries?
[Jack] What else would
something that feeds
on the mourning
of others linger?
[Ryan] I still don't
understand why this guy
would be copying this mythology.
This whole Mr. Mourning thing,
it feels a little
farfetched to me.
It's a lot of ground to cover.
We should probably split up.
[Ryan] Okay.
What should I be looking for?
Anything that
looks out of place.
(birds chirping distantly)
(light footsteps)
(light footsteps)
(footsteps on wood)
[Ryan] Oh, sh*t!
Jack!
Jack, where are you!
I got something!
Jack!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
Okay, listen, from now on,
let me know when you find
something before you touch it.
That tape is useless now when
it comes to fingerprints.
Yeah, sorry. Sorry, man.
My sister kept all
of our old VHS tapes
from when we were kids,
and if this is one
of those tapes...
(Ryan exhales shakily)
(plastic rattling)
It is about to play.
[Jill] Ryan, come on in with me!
This sled's gonna go without ya!
No f*cking way.
-Go ahead, Jill.
-What?
-That's Jill.
-Where's Ryan?
[Jack] What?
Ryan, I'm gonna go without ya!
[Ryan] She's calling for me.
What the f*ck?
That's our old house,
back on Barney Road.
[Jack] And you have
no idea how this
ended up in the cemetery?
[Ryan] I have no
f*cking idea, man.
(children laughing)
[Jack] What the hell?
Come on, let's try it
again. That was fun.
[Jack] Is that...
[Ryan] What the f*ck?
(Ryan breaths shakily)
What the f*ck.
I'm not so sure we're dealing
with a copycat anymore.
Well, how does this
guy, Clayton Bailey,
tie into all this?
He doesn't. That's what
I was on the phone about.
He was out of town when
your sister was m*rder*d.
Wait...
So what, us finding the VHS tape
the same day that he
was at the cemetery
was just a coincidence.
What about the umbrella?
His wife died two months
ago in a car accident.
He bought that umbrella
the day before her funeral.
She was buried in that cemetery,
he was just visiting
her grave yesterday.
f*ck.
That was the same the week my
dad was k*lled back in '85.
Hold on a second.
Your dad, who was a detective
investigating a m*rder
was m*rder*d just the detective
that was investigating
the Briarwick m*rder.
So that video as taken what,
the first week of 1985, right?
So your dad was most
likely investigating
a m*rder from 1984.
And the woman that was
k*lled at Briarwick was 1997.
So that's 13 years apart.
But then your dad and Joe Rhode,
the two detectives that were
investigating those murders
were themselves m*rder*d.
Which means that it not
only kills every 13 years,
it kills anyone that's
investigating its murders.
That's why the years
didn't line up.
And that's why the cops
aren't telling you anything.
They're not even
looking into this,
they know what
that symbol means!
Garrett Benson was
telling the truth.
He was just a dr*fter
to blame it on.
Just like that homeless guy
that they charged with
your dad's m*rder.
I wouldn't be surprised
if some of the most
notorious K*llers in history
were just fall guys.
So wait, wait. So
wouldn't this...
This would've to mean
that Jill or Brad
were looking into
this thing, right?
She never mentioned
anything about that.
She might have
just been watching
old home videos leading up to
your dad's death anniversary,
and then this tape
would've led her
to Mr. Mourning, which
would've led to her m*rder.
I'm not so sure we should
keep investigating this.
What are you talking about?
We're just starting
to get somewhere now.
Yeah, but at what cost?
What if we're right?
What if this is true?
Hey, I'm not sure
this whole thing
isn't just bullshit anyway.
This case just
took a weird turn.
What kind of detective
stops investigating
just when we actually
start to solve this?
Well, in this case,
may be a smart one.
Listen, I told you
I would investigate
until your sister's funeral.
Okay, listen, I'm
a man of my word.
But I didn't sign up for this.
- No, no- - This is
something different.
What you signed up to do
was to solve a m*rder.
And that's what
we're f*cking doing.
I'll call you in the morning.
(door clicking)
(light chatter in bar)
(loud rock music)
Where you at, Mr. Mourning?
You in there?
I'm right here.
Are you real?
Come on, show me you're real.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Fairytale bullshit.
You in there, you m*therf*cker?
(light footsteps)
You k*lled that dog?
f*cking freak.
Where the f*ck are you!
(quiet jingle)
Jesus Christ.
Oh, f*ck.
Jill. (cries)
You f*ck!
Where the f*ck are you!
Where the f*ck
are you! (sobbing)
(Ryan sobbing)
Hey, Jack,
It's Ryan.
I've been calling all
morning. Where are you?
I'm at the motel, it's noon now.
Give me a call back, please.
(knocking on door)
Jack!
(knocking on door)
Jack!
(door locking)
(Ryan exhaling heavily)
(pills rattling in bottle)
(Ryan coughs)
(water running)
(Ryan exhales heavily)
(Ryan exhales heavily)
(Ryan muttering incoherently)
Stop!
(quiet shuffling)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(water running)
(Ryan slapping his face)
(water running)
(Ryan exhales heavily)
I could've sworn I
left it right here.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, f*ck.
(draw rattling)
(items rattling)
(quiet rattling)
Um...
Hello?
(quiet rattling)
Um...
(quiet rattling)
Who's in there?
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(quiet rattling)
(steady thwacking)
Who's in there? (quiet thwack)
Jack, is that you?
[Disembodied Voice]
It's me. Jill.
Your sister.
You're not my f*cking sister!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
You're not my f*cking sister!
(quiet rattling)
[Disembodied Voice] Ryan.
It's me. Jill.
Your sister.
Your sister. (voice deepens)
(loud crashing of door)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(items rattling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(painting scraping)
What the f*ck is going on?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(umbrella pops open)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
What the hell?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(incoherent murmuring)
(murmuring getting louder
and more aggressive)
(frantic shuffling)
(incoherently shouting)
(shouting stops abruptly)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(glass smashing) (loud crashing)
(crashing stops)
(Ryan sniveling)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Come over. Come over. (whispers)
Come on, come on, come
on, come on. (whispers)
(Ryan exhales unsteadily)
(door creaks open)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(hurried footsteps)
Ryan Graph?
Yes?
I'm Detective Barnes. This
is my partner Maynard.
May we come in?
Is this about my sister?
Do you recognize this man?
Yeah, that's Jack.
He's a private
investigator that I hired
to look into my sister's m*rder.
And when's the last
time you saw Jack?
What is going on here?
That's what we're
trying to figure out.
See, Jack disappeared from
this motel room two nights ago.
Were you with him?
Yeah. No, I mean, he was here,
we were looking into
my sister's m*rder.
What do you mean he disappeared?
And when he left, did
he mention any stops
he was gonna take or
anyone he was meeting?
No, he was just going back
to the Red Lounge Inn,
right outside of town
where he is been staying
for the last few nights.
He never made it there.
Look...
What happened here?
Some sort of scuffle?
No, look, this is
gonna sound crazy,
but we discovered
something that might be-
You seem to be
packing up in a hurry.
Any reason for that?
Yeah, my sister's funeral is
over in Briarwick tomorrow
and I'm spending the
night there, look-
And then you're going back
to New York after that?
Is that a problem?
It's probably not the best idea
seeing as you were the
last person to see Jack.
I had nothing to do
with this, all right?
I just hired him
as an investigator
to look into my sister's m*rder,
which you f*cking assholes
are doing sh*t about!
Look, it's best if
you stay here for now.
Leaving would cause
serious red flags.
If you think of anything that
can help, this is my number.
We'll be in touch.
Probably just a big
misunderstanding.
I bet he probably just
didn't wanna continue
the investigation and he bailed.
And honestly, I don't blame him.
Just tell everybody that I'll be
at the funeral home
tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna spend the night
here just in case, all right?
Yeah.
I love you, mom.
Bye.
(loud thunder rumbling)
(phone ringing)
Jack?
[Jack] Ryan?
[Ryan] Jack, what
the f*ck is going on?
The police were saying
that you were missing.
Where are you?
[Jack] I'm at your
sister's house.
Meet me here.
My sister's?
Jack? Jack?
(thunder rumbles loudly)
Oh sh*t.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(knocking on door)
Okay, you f*ck. (whispers)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(thunder rumbling)
(knocking on door)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(knocking on door)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(door handle clicks)
(door whining open)
(loud g*nsh*t)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(quiet shuffling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
sh*t! sh*t!
f*ck!
(quiet shuffling)
(Ryan grunting)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
What the f*ck did you do?
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Come on, Jack.
Come on, come on, come on!
f*cking pick up, pick up!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
f*ck! f*ck!
Jack!
Jack!
What the f*ck am I doing?
Okay.
Jack?
(Ryan breathes sharply)
Jack?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jack?
Jack, you in there?
I really need some help, man.
Oh, f*ck.
(Ryan exhales shakily)
Jack?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jack, it's Ryan.
Where the f*ck are you, man?
(Ryan exhaling shakily)
Look, man, I really
need some help.
I f*cked up.
Come on, man.
(Ryan breathing
shakily) f*ck. f*ck.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(door creaks open)
Oh, God. (weeps)
(Ryan crying) (loud shuffling)
Jack?
Jack, is that you?
(loud clattering)
Jack?
(loud clattering) (Ryan
breathing shakily)
(loud clattering)
(quiet footsteps on floor)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan yelps)
(Ryan screaming)
(man screaming incoherently)
Help!
f*ck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
f*ck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(thunder rumbling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(leaves crunching beneath feet)
(man whispering incoherently)
f*ck! f*ck!
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
f*ck!
Oh, f*ck! f*ck!
Okay, okay, okay.
(car beeping)
(rear camera beeping)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Oh, God.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
(man screaming incoherently)
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(loud shuffling)
(loud clattering)
(Ryan panicking)
f*ck!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan attempting to
steady his breathing)
(Ryan exhaling shakily)
(Ryan steadying his breathing)
f*ck.
(thunder rumbling)
No. No.
Jill, what did you do?
Oh, Jill.
(incoherently chanting)
Jack?
(incoherently chanting)
Jack, he's f*cking here!
He's here!
(incoherently chanting)
What the f*ck?
(incoherently chanting)
What are you saying?
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
[Ryan] Jack!
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Jack?
What the f*ck are you doing?
Come again another day
f*ck. Rain, rain, go away
Jack. Come again another day
[Ryan] f*ck! f*ck!
f*ck!
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud clattering)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud clattering)
(train horn blaring)
(Ryan panicking)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Okay.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
(Ryan crying)
Okay.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Oh my God. They
got f*cking Jack.
(Ryan crying incoherently)
Oh my God.
Oh, f*ck.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up.
Hi, hi.
Yeah, my name is Ryan.
Ryan Graph.
I'm headed west
on Hilltop Drive.
(loud static hissing)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go-
(music stops abruptly)
[Ryan] Hello?
(loud crashing on
car) (Ryan screams)
sh*t! f*ck!
(Ryan screaming)
Come on, come on,
come on, come on!
Come on! f*ck!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hello?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Is anybody in there?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
I need some help, please!
Oh!
Someone in there?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Help!
Help! Help, please!
Please!
(Ryan sobbing)
Is someone in there? Please!
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(banging on window)
(glass shattering)
(struggled grunting)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hello?
(door creaks open)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Oh my God. Oh my God.
(Ryan crying)
Jill. (sobs)
(Ryan weeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(Ryan crying)
Jill. (cries)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(loud bang of door)
Hey!
What the hell are
you doing in here?
[Ryan] I'm so sorry
for breaking in,
but you gotta call the cops!
I am calling the
cops if you don't
tell me what's going on.
What's with the camera? What
are you doing to the body?
[Ryan] No, you don't understand.
This is my sister!
-All right, now I don't know
what the hell's going on,
but you just gotta get
the hell out of here.
[Ryan] No, no, no, please,
you have to listen to me.
Just stop-
(loud squirt) (Ryan screams)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(loud thudding)
(Ryan whimpering) (Ryan
whispering incoherently)
(Ryan crying)
[Ryan] Oh, f*ck! Oh, f*ck!
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(hurried footsteps)
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan attempting to
steady his breathing)
Oh, thank God. Oh, thank God.
(hurried footsteps over gravel)
Hello!
Please!
Hey! Hey, I need help!
I need help! Please!
f*ck!
Please!
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Please, please, please!
Please, please, please, please!
Is anyone inside? Hey!
Okay, okay, f*ck, f*cking sh*t.
Hey!
(Ryan panicking)
All right.
(loud thumping on door)
(door swings open)
Hello?
Is anybody in here?
Hey.
I just need to use
your phone, okay?
I just need you to call 911.
I'm not breaking in, I
don't wanna do anything,
I just need you to call 911.
There's...
There's some f*cking
thing out here.
(Ryan breathing
shakily) (Ryan crying)
Hello?
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
Hey, look, look, I
don't have a weapon!
(Ryan breathing shakily)
I just need you
to call the cops.
I need you to call 911.
I'm gonna come up the stairs.
Please.
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
If somebody's in
here, I swear to God,
I don't have a weapon, I don't.
I just need you to
call the cops, please.
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
What? Someone in here?
Hey, I...
I just need some help.
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Someone in here?
Get out of my house!
Please! Please! (man struggling)
(loud crashing)
Help! Please, please!
Just stop! Stop!
Stop!
I don't wanna do this!
(both breathing heavily)
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(Ryan sobbing)
(old home video tape
playing from downstairs)
[Young Jill] Where's Ryan?
Ryan, I'm gonna go without ya!
[Ryan] What the f*ck?
(Ryan breathing shakily)
(old home video tape
playing from downstairs)
f*ck, f*ck.
(Ryan attempting to
steady breathing)
(old home video tape
playing from downstairs)
Who's down there? (cries)
(old home video tape
playing from downstairs)
(Ryan crying)
[Young Jill] Come on,
let's try it again.
That was fun.
(Ryan whimpering)
Oh, f*ck.
Oh my God, not now, please.
Come on. Come on. (cries)
Not now, not now,
please! (cries)
(Ryan breathing shakily)
Jill?
(Ryan crying)
(Ryan gasps)
(Ryan breathing raggedly)
(loud crash) (Ryan grimaces)
(Ryan breathing unsteadily)
(Ryan crying)
I won't tell anyone,
please. (cries)
You don't have to
do this. (cries)
(Ryan crying)
(loud banging)
f*ck!
(man screaming incoherently)
(Ryan hyperventilating)
Get out! (Ryan screams)
Get off of me!
(loud scuffling) (Ryan choking)
(wet squelching) (Ryan
hyperventilating)
Oh, thank God!
Officers! Officers,
he's in there!
[Officer] Hands up now!
No, my name is Ryan Graph.
I didn't do anything!
There's a thing in there!
Turn around!
You're not f*cking listening
to me! Hey, please!
Get down.
(Ryan hyperventilating)
In front of the house.
I broke into the house
because I was trying
to call you guys, okay?
There's a thing in there that
you need to f*cking k*ll!
What the f*ck are doing to me?
-Holy sh*t.
What are you doing?
You're under arrest.
Under arrest for what?
The m*rder of Jill
and Brad Dockson,
the disappearance of Jack Grove,
and how about your friend here?
No, it's inside the
f*cking house! Please!
Please!
You guys can't f*cking do this!
They're trying to
frame me for this sh*t!
Please! Please!
You guys can't f*cking do this!
-House is clear!
-Every 13 years
this thing comes back!
You can end it, please!
Stop this tonight!
-Mills!
Mills, is that a camera?
You need to grab that, we
gotta keep this under wraps.
I got it.
[Ryan] You can't
f*cking do this!
You can't frame me
for this sh*t! Please!
You guys can't f*cking do this!
Every 13 years, this
thing comes back!
You can end this tonight!
(camera clicks)
(quiet rumbling)
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
(upbeat music)
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