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[rustling]
[mysterious music]
[walkie talkie chirping]
[garbled speech on walkie talkie]
[stairs creaking]
[creaking]
[shower running]
[vomits]
[flushes toilet]
[door closes]
- Hello?
Hello?
- [Woman] Bone box.
- [Man] Oh!
Elodie.
Jesus!
- That's what my dad calls it.
- [Mom] You scared me, and I don't want my aunt to hear.
- The box where he puts the personal effects
while he's preparing a body.
The bone box.
- You know, it is eerie conspiring
with the undertaker's daughter.
- I can't believe you actually did it.
When we talked about it, I thought it was just a discussion.
I didn't ...
realize you'd already decided.
You gave up waiting on your aunt?
- Well, Elodie, in a perfect world,
my aunt would put me in her will.
And then she'd drop down dead right after.
I'm kidding.
Look, my uncle just passed, and Florence
appreciates my kindness in helping her pack up.
I keep her company, but the will is her last thing
on the mind right now.
- [Elodie] So then what made you decide?
- Remember the guy I was telling you about?
Benji?
He called me last night and breathed some fire down my neck,
and he made it pretty clear that I'm out of time.
- You don't think you could have
figured something out or compromised?
- Compromise?
He doesn't sound like the negotiating type.
I don't even know the guy.
Besides, the thing with gambling is ...
the only thing you make faster than money is enemies.
[sighs]
What?
So you're pissed or something?
- No, it's just that you're a good guy, Tom,
trapped in a crappy situation.
I get it, we both are, but you didn't
consult me with all of this.
I thought we were just talking about it.
I ...
Where are the burial packets?
- [Tom] They're behind you.
Top drawer to the right.
Got 'em?
- What's this?
[mysterious music]
You're doing research?
- [Tom] Yup.
Impressed?
You know, there's more to it than you think, Elodie.
Like, for instance, fresh graves are best
because the earth hasn't settled yet.
- Yeah, so digging is easier.
- Yeah, but on the other hand,
loved ones tend to visit fresh graves.
- [Elodie] So you have to be more cautious.
I know all this stuff.
This was originally my idea, remember?
- Mm-hm.
Well, did you know that there are actually people
who make a living grave robbing?
Did you know that?
I was shocked to find so many internet threads about it.
Well, it's been done forever, and not just for the loot.
In the 19th century, body snatchers would steal the corpses
themselves and sell it for dissection
or to medical schools for anatomy lectures.
Look inside.
Jean Baptiste.
He was a grave digger in Utah,
and he would steal people's clothes to wear himself.
A guy named Ed Gein did the same thing,
only he would take their skin.
- Oh, that's lovely.
- So ...
I did the three-week opt amount.
Everything in the file was listed, it was all exact.
It was all here.
None of them look like they did in the pictures,
that's for sure.
- It's a small town.
I knew all of them.
That little boy, he was Aaron's age.
- [chuckles] You see, I knew you would have ...
You would have backed down.
You would have tried to talk me out of it.
Elodie, look at their pictures, okay?
They're not people anymore.
They're rotting pieces of meat, and their trinkets,
they're not doing them any good,
so let's take advantage of it, okay?
Anyway, don't you deal with this stuff
helping your father out all the time?
- A fresh body is much different
than one that's been kept weeks, months, years underground.
- Uh, can you leave those here, please?
I only got to do three.
- [Elodie] Forget it.
Gotta get back to work before my dad
realizes they're missing.
- Okay, but I want to go out there again.
- Then memorize the other names.
You're not keeping the files.
[soft music]
- That's from the lady.
- [Elodie] Mary Klein?
- [Tom] The little boy.
- Anders McGiven.
These people have names.
- This is from my uncle.
Henry Weir.
- So how much is all this stuff worth?
- A few thousand, five maybe six.
It's not nearly enough.
But I'll know more once the pawn shop opens.
Don't worry, we'll still split it 50-50, okay?
- I don't like this.
The only reason I'm even considering it is for my son.
- I know.
I know.
So listen, what's with the theatrics?
Why crawl through the window
when you can just get me on my phone?
- I tried, you didn't pick up.
Plus, your aunt is creepy.
- If my phone is out there ...
better find it before someone else does.
[aunt chuckling]
[floorboard creaking]
- [Aunt] Thomas?
- Hey, Aunt Florence.
What were you laughing at?
- [Aunt Florence] Oh, just something Henry said.
- [Tom] Henry.
- [Aunt Florence] Yeah, Henry, my husband.
- [Tom] You are a widow, Aunt Florence.
Remember that?
- I don't mean something he said just now.
I was remembering something he used to say.
It's my eyes that are going, not my mind.
He always thought I was mad as a March hare
for getting up so early.
[chuckles]
He used to say, "I'd like mornings a whole lot better
"if they started later."
Speaking of, I saw you.
[tense music]
- I'm sorry, you what?
- Outside.
Taking a walk.
[chuckles nervously]
- Yes, yeah.
- Trouble sleeping?
I can move you to another guest room
if you think it's the bed.
- No, I'm fine, thank you so much.
[floorboard creaking]
- Hi, Florence.
- [sighs] Hello, Elodie.
- So, El was, um, she was just leaving, Aunt Florence.
- [Aunt Florence] Yeah-huh.
- So I'll walk you out, Elodie.
Speak to you soon, Aunt Florence.
- [Aunt Florence] 'Kay.
- See you in a bit.
- [Elodie] Hey.
I'm sorry if I was ...
I'm sorry if I was a little hard on you.
Your hands, they're trembling!
- [Tom] Oh, it's nothing.
- [Elodie] Your shaken up!
- [Tom] I'm not shaken up.
I'm just exhausted.
Besides, do you know how much dirt there is
in a hole that's four feet deep
and eight feet long and three feet wide?
- [Elodie] None.
There's just a hole.
- Smart aleck.
I dug three graves.
That's like almost 300 cubic feet.
- Impressive math.
No wonder you're a good gambler.
- Well, usually.
[mysterious music]
- What?
- Uh ...
I've never noticed that figure before.
[mysterious music]
- Hey.
Look, you don't want to draw any more attention to yourself.
Why don't you just let me get your phone.
Wait here.
- But what if ...
- What if your aunt sees you
out there again and gets suspicious?
Trust me.
Be right back.
- I'd say it was none of my business,
but since you're under my roof, it is.
- It's not what you think, Florence.
- Elodie's going through a messy divorce.
I don't know what it is you're doing with her,
but I think--
- I really ...
I promise you, there is nothing going on, okay?
- Okay.
So why don't I make us some coffee.
- Actually, if it's okay with you,
I'm thinking that I might just
take a nap and get some sleep.
- Sure.
I'll just get some more work done.
- Okay.
- A bride called this morning, frantic.
Her wedding is this afternoon
and her dress isn't right at all.
You know, I'm telling you, why these girls
go to these fancy tailors instead of starting with me
I will never know.
There was this one woman, her dress was so badly made
that it like fell apart.
- Florence.
I'm sorry, I'm just gonna get some sleep, okay?
- Sure. - Thank you.
[delicate piano music]
[exhales]
Hey.
- Hi.
- I miss you.
- I know.
- Can you stay forever? [chuckles]
- We always said til death to us part, right?
- I don't think I can do this without you.
- It won't be much longer.
- As long as what?
[bell jangling]
[trinket rolling]
[unsettling music]
[bell jangling]
[water running]
[blood dripping]
[door creaking]
[gasps] [unsettling music]
- Tom?
Tom, what is it?
- It's the bathroom.
The bathroom.
Florence, don't go in there.
- Why?
[breathing heavily]
Are you gonna tell me what happened or not?
- It's ...
the tub.
Uh ...
I saw a spider.
- A spider.
- There's nothing there.
- [Aunt Florence] Henry had one just like this.
[mysterious music]
- Florence, how 'bout that coffee, huh?
- Coffee, okay, perfect.
[phone ringing]
- El, you found it?
[static crackling]
[whimpering]
Hello?
[phone beeps]
[dials phone]
[phone ringing]
- [Elodie] Hello?
- Hey, it's me.
- [Elodie] Tom?
- El, was that you just now?
Did you find my phone?
- [Elodie] Was what me?
- I don't know, I just got a call from my phone.
It showed up on called ID.
- [Elodie] Really?
Did you answer?
- Yeah, I answered, but it ...
It was like static and breathing, I think.
It was a bad connection.
Listen ...
Do you think someone could be messing with me?
- [Elodie] Who?
- I don't know, maybe someone saw me out there
or realized that I dropped my phone.
- [Elodie] There's no one else out here.
Look, you could have dropped it when you were filling in
one of the graves, and now dirt is pressing in on it.
Don't freak out just yet.
- Yeah.
- [Elodie] Okay?
- Okay.
[phone beeps]
- [Voicemail] You've reached Tom.
You know the drill.
Leave the message and-- [phone beeps]
[static crackling]
- Are you tired of throwing away food?
Not anymore.
With our new patented design to lock freshness in,
you'll be able to keep everything else out.
You put the patent seal on tight, then press down
at the center, and lift the seal of it on one side.
[mysterious music]
- You think it's strange, don't you?
Living so close to a cemetery.
- No.
No, I just, I thought I heard something out there.
- Clanking chains, and howling winds,
and disembodied voices.
Some poor soul that's lost their way
and wandered across the street by mistake.
- You don't believe in those things, do you, Florence?
- Um ...
I don't believe that spirits go just anywhere
without a purpose, without a reason
to reach back out to the living, but ...
Yes, I do believe.
When these two worlds overlap, it's no accident.
You're a skeptic.
Nothing wrong with that.
- No.
I just think that ...
Ghosts belong in storybooks.
They belong in literature, not life, you know?
No one can prove that they exist.
- No once can prove that they don't.
Some people try so hard not to believe in things.
I always say it's better to light a candle
than to sit in the dark.
You think I'm senile?
[chuckles uncomfortably]
- No.
No, of course not.
- We're not so very different, you and I.
Both broke the mold and followed love to the States.
I don't know what I would have done without your support
so soon after Henry's passing.
I'm thankful for you.
And helping me pack everything up so soon after.
You can be a bit distant at times, Tom, but ...
there's this kindness in you.
It's funny, you know.
Packing up all our stuff, mine and his.
Oh, you know, sure, I'll unpack mine
in a little apartment somewhere, but ...
Henry's things, they'll ...
They'll stay in storage.
I know they're just things but ...
after years and decades spent with someone,
these things become more than just things.
They take on a life of their own.
They become a reminder.
They become memories.
[chuckles]
Memories.
Was what he wound up losing in the end, eh?
His last few days, he was ...
Your uncle was different, Tom.
He was ...
He was sick, and so reclusive
that the local kids would make up stories about him.
But even still ...
he'd be up there in his studio, painting.
There was always this little spark in him,
the real him, no matter how ...
how dim.
Deep down inside there,
he was still my Henry.
I like to think he's out there somewhere.
At rest.
Gives me peace to believe that
there's something beyond all of this, you know?
Can I ask you something?
- You just did.
[crying softly]
[chuckling]
- [Aunt Florence] That's true.
How did you get through it?
- I'm ...
I'm not through it.
People keep on telling me that ... [sighs]
that it gets easier, you know?
But so far it hasn't, Florence.
So far it hasn't.
Thanks for the coffee.
- Of course.
Do you mind getting the TV on your way out?
[clicks button]
[uneasy music] [floorboard creaking]
[gasps]
- Sorry.
The door was open.
- You sure are jumpy this morning.
- He's getting closer.
- What?
- The figure.
- You okay?
- Uh, yeah.
Nevermind.
[mysterious music]
So, anything?
- Nothing.
- I'm trying not to get carried away,
but what if someone knows?
- How could they?
You were careful, right?
Only you and I knew.
- You didn't talk to anyone, did you?
- [Elodie] No.
- [Tom] Are you sure?
- [Elodie] Of course I'm sure.
So where's the box?
- Maybe I'm being paranoid,
but it feels like someone is messing with me,
because earlier I could have sworn
that I put everything in the box,
and then Florence walks in here,
and then there's my uncle's watch right out in the open.
- What makes more sense?
That someone's sneaking around undetected to taunt you
or that you just forgot to put it away?
[taps box]
Geez, your hands are dirty.
- Yeah.
Do you mean that literally or figuratively?
I can't seem to get them clean.
I should have gotten a safe.
Maybe a better hiding spot would ease my mind.
- Where are you thinking?
[uneasy music]
- [Tom] That's my uncle's office.
You know, Florence hasn't set foot in here since he passed.
She wants to preserve it the way he left it, I think.
- [Elodie] Are you sure this is a good idea?
- Yeah, don't worry.
No one will look in here.
Just, shh.
[eerie music]
The light.
You know, when I first came to stay with Florence,
I thought there might be something
worth pocketing in here, but ...
I think she knows
[door creaks] every inch of this room.
Shh.
Eventually she would have noticed if we take anything.
- What is this?
- Oh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
This is perfect.
Just keep an eye out, okay?
[uneasy music]
I told you to keep an eye out.
- What's this?
I just found your gambling tickets, Tom.
Why are you gambling?
My hospital bills?
- [Tom] I wanted to take care of you.
- This isn't the way.
- [Elodie] Tom?
Did you find somewhere to hide it?
Tom?
[gasps]
- Oh.
- Jesus Christ! - Sorry.
I found a spot.
Did you know him, my uncle?
I was so young the last time I saw him.
- Not really.
To be honest, I'd never even seen him until he passed.
- Florence called him a recluse.
- He was an artist, sequestered in this house,
inspiring rumors around town.
- Yeah, she said that too.
What did people say about him?
[sighs]
- All kinds of things.
He was an agoraphobic, or a serial killer,
all kinds of things to add to his mystique.
I think it's probably one of the reasons
his painting sold so well.
- And the truth?
- Like I said, I didn't know him.
I knew he had Alzheimer's pretty badly.
I think it's most likely why he did it.
- [Tom] Why he did what?
- Tom, you don't know how he died?
- [Tom] No, I guess not.
[mysterious music]
- Well, your uncle may have been losing his mind,
but somehow he remembered to save up the pills
Florence brought him every day.
He got really skilled at pretending to take them,
and eventually he saved up enough to--
- He overdosed.
[bell ringing]
There it is.
There it is again.
It's a ...
It's a bell.
Like ...
Like the kind you get on a bicycle as a kid.
Did you hear that?
- No, I don't hear anything.
[sighs]
Are you sure you're all right?
- I don't know.
I had this dream, and in it I heard that bell,
and then I saw something, I saw something else.
I mean, I thought that I was sleeping
and that I was already awake, but I don't know.
I saw the bath tub filled with blood.
And then that painting, and it was changing.
And I know it's impossible
for a painting to change composition.
I know that. - Wait.
Don't you get it?
- Get what?
- Think about it.
These things you're describing, they're not random.
It's ...
The blood in the bathtub.
Mary slit her wrists after she was stood up at the altar.
Then, that little boy, he was riding his bicycle
when he was run off the road.
That painting.
Subconsciously, on some level,
I'm sure you suspected your uncle painted that.
Your conscience is playing a trick on you.
- Conscience.
Elodie, I don't feel guilty.
I told you that, okay?
I didn't sleep at all last night,
and I had some whisky, and I'm just ...
I'm feeling tired, that's all.
- Okay, okay.
All right.
Exhaustion, guilt, whatever.
All I'm saying is that you read those files,
and now your mind is filling it in.
[exhales]
Okay?
- Yeah, maybe.
- Listen ... - Maybe you're right.
- I gotta get to work.
And I think you should just get some rest.
Okay?
- Okay.
Okay, okay.
[Florence laughing]
- [Aunt Florence] Let me know if you change your mind
about that cup of coffee, okay?
I'm so glad you stopped by.
And your mom, how's she doing?
- Oh, she's doing great.
She's going strong, yeah.
- Really? - Yeah.
- I haven't seen her for a long time, six months.
- Oh, really? - yeah.
- Oh, you guys gotta get together.
- We should.
Oh, Thomas, this is Alex Bur--
Sheriff Burrows.
Sheriff, this is my nephew, Thomas.
- Hey, good to meet you.
- It's good to meet you, too.
- Hey, Alex!
- Elodie!
- What's happening?
- Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.
A few neighbors reported some strange activity
at the cemetery last night.
I have an officer over there right now taking a quick look.
- [Aunt Florence] You were outside this morning.
Did you notice anything strange?
- No, um ...
Nothing.
[knocking] - You sure?
- It's probably just some kids messing around.
Officer Kade.
Did any of you notice anything ...
unusual at the cemetery last night?
- No.
- No?
- Always so serious, Kade.
[chuckles]
I, for one, am glad that something in this town
finally got me out of bed before noon. [chuckles]
Well ...
My glee aside, we're sorry to have borrowed you so early.
We'll get out of your hair now.
Good to see you, Florence.
- [Aunt Florence] You too, Alex.
- You all have a good day.
- I'll walk out with you.
- Listen, uh ...
I'm sorry if I upset you earlier.
- Oh ...
You didn't.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Yes, I promise you.
- Okay.
- Good.
- Back to work then.
[eerie music]
[beeping]
- [Woman] You have a visitor in the main lobby.
A visitor in the main lobby.
- [Claire] Why are you gambling?
[rapid beeping]
[flat-lining]
My hospital bills?
- [Aunt Florence] Tom?
- I'm sorry.
What?
- I said I'm cold.
Are you cold?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
[delicate piano music]
- Someone's walking over my grave, eh?
[uneasy music]
- Henry Weir.
[knocking]
You forget something?
Hi.
Oh, uh ...
You must be here for my aunt.
She did mention you earlier.
[eerie music]
Come in.
She's up ...
stairs.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[static crackling]
Hello?
[music box playing]
Who is this?
Hello?
[phone beeps]
[bell ringing]
[music box playing]
[suspenseful music]
Jesus, Florence!
[exhales]
Did you see ...
- See what?
[music box playing]
I heard music.
- Oh.
I'm sorry, that's ...
That's mine.
[shakes box]
It's a gift.
- [Aunt Florence] For me?
- I'm ...
I'm so sorry, Florence.
I shouldn't have come in here, but, you know,
I wanted to find a spot that you wouldn't have found it.
- No, no, it's all right.
It's sweet of you, too.
I promise not to go nosing around til you're ready.
We're gonna have to finish packing up
this room eventually anyway.
[eerie music]
- So, what were you talking about before?
You said, "Did you see?"
- Oh, a boy--
A bride.
I wanted to make sure that the bride found you.
- The bride?
- Yeah, whose dress you're fixing.
- Oh, oh, yes!
No, she called.
There's too much going on with the wedding,
and she won't be able to make it over here after all.
- Wait, so you're not working on her dress
here at the house?
- No, like I said, she's too busy.
I have to go to her.
Anyway, I should just get going now.
I shouldn't be long, Tom.
See you just now.
[door creaking]
[unsettling music]
[phone ringing]
[suspenseful music]
[phone ringing]
- Who the hell is this?
- [Elodie] Tom?
- Elodie?
- [Elodie] Jesus.
After those cops showed up, I wanted to check up on you.
Are you okay?
- I'm not sure.
Just when I convince myself that imagined it,
something else happens.
- [Elodie] What happened?
- I can't explain it.
It just ...
[sighs]
Okay.
It feels like I'm losing it.
- [Elodie] Why did you answer the phone like that?
Who'd you think was calling?
- They called me again from my phone, whoever it is.
- [Elodie] Did you call back?
- Earlier I got voicemail.
- [Elodie] Tom, maybe you should try again.
- Yeah.
Okay.
I will.
- [Elodie] Tom, do you want me to come back?
- Mm-mm.
I'll be fine.
[phone beeps]
[dialing phone]
[phone ringing]
[unsettling music]
- [Aunt Florence] Is that yours?
- Where did you find it?
It is.
- I was on my way out, and I saw it
just sitting on the stoop.
- I lost it on my walk.
- Looks like you have a guardian angle.
[exhales]
[phone ringing]
- Ah, sh--
I should get this.
Hello?
- [Benji] Rise and shine, Tommy boy.
Where the hell you been?
- Benji, listen, I'm sorry.
I lost my phone.
- [Benji] Ah.
That's convenient, seeing as you owe me quite a hefty sum.
- Listen, I'm getting your money, I swear.
In fact, I have some of it already.
- [Benji] You want to avoid me, you want to lie to me, fine.
But a guy gives me the runaround like this--
- I'm not ignoring you, Benji.
I told you, I just lost--
- [Benji] Your phone.
Yes, you said that.
You also say you have money.
I'll see about that shortly.
- Wait.
Hello, Benji?
What do you mean?
- You need money?
Is it serious?
- I mean, I didn't think so at first.
I've ...
I've lost bets before, but ...
- Why didn't you say something sooner?
How much?
Tell me.
- It's 20,000.
- I'll stop by the bank on my way home.
- Wait ...
You'll give me the money?
Just like that?
- You're family, Thomas.
And after everything you've been through,
what with Claire's passing,
I think you could use a clean slate.
[exhales]
Is there anything else bothering you?
- No.
I am ...
Everything's fine.
- All right.
Okay, I really have to get going now.
[soft string music]
- Florence.
- [Aunt Florence] Yeah?
- Thank you.
- I'm happy to help.
- Oh my god.
[unsettling music]
[door creaking]
[gasps]
[grunting]
[punches] [grunts]
- [Benji] Where you off to so fast?
[coughs]
[breathing heavily]
- Who are you?
- Ah, you're hurting my feelings.
You don't recognize my voice?
- Benji?
- [Benji] Ah, you're a lot smarter than you look.
- How did you find me here?
- You know, that's not important, Tommy boy.
[Tom moaning]
You know what is important, though?
That we have a little discussion.
- [Tom] No, no, no, no.
- Inside.
[Tom moaning]
Now, I know you're a gambling man, Tom,
but do you want to keep on gambling with your life?
I heard about you.
Yeah, I did, about your wife,
about your self-medication, your addiction.
But look at me, Tom.
When your problem becomes my problem,
that just doesn't fly with me.
- My aunt's getting the money, Benji, this afternoon.
- This afternoon?
- Yeah.
- I seem to remember you telling me
that you already had some of my money.
- I ...
Yeah.
Not exactly ...
- Not exactly?
- But I will, I swear.
I'll have it, okay?
- Tom, I can be a patient guy.
I can.
But you cheated me.
You came into my establishment, and you cheated.
Now, you brought this on yourself.
So I'm gonna need my money, today!
- Okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Okay.
- How do I know that you know I'm serious?
- I know you're serious.
Trust me.
I swear, I'll get you the money.
I'll get it.
- Okay, come here.
Come here.
It's all right.
You okay?
- Mm-hm.
[punches] [grunts]
[Tom moaning]
- Now you know.
[blood spurting]
[coughing]
- Ah!
[groaning]
[eerie music]
[woman speaking faintly]
- [Woman] Great.
Yeah, I understand.
Okay, yeah.
Thank you for calling me.
- [Tom] Elodie?
- [Woman] Okay.
Thank you.
- Claire?
Claire.
Oh, Claire.
- [Claire] It came back.
- What came back?
- You know what I'm talking about, Tom.
- No.
[crying softly]
Oh, Claire, no.
No.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not okay.
- I'm ready.
- No.
I'm not.
- I'm ready.
[eerie music]
It's almost time.
[exhales]
[delicate piano music]
[TV crackling]
- Investigators cleared the scene about 30 minutes ago.
Police have released the name of a local boy,
Anders McGiven, as a victim of a hit-and-run this afternoon.
Despite suffering severe head trauma
and multiple broken bones, Anders managed
to ride his mangled bicycle half a block home
before sadly dying en route to the hospital.
Police have yet to apprehend a suspect.
We did talk to some of the witnesses
who were here just after the incident occurred.
- As I was walking on the sidewalk,
the boy came on the bicycle in the middle of the road,
not paying any attention.
That moment, a crash.
And the boy was hit by a car.
And open my eyes, actually the ambulance came and--
[bell ringing]
[disturbing music]
[knife clanking]
[startling music] [shouts]
[breathing heavily]
[pounding on door]
[music box playing]
- [Tom] Leave me alone!
What do you ...
What do you want from me?
[gasps]
- Jesus Christ! - I'm sorry.
I didn't realize it was you.
- I was gonna ...
I was gonna return the files
but decided to check on you first.
What's going on?
- El, we gotta get out of here, okay?
- [Elodie] What happened to your face?
- [Tom] We just need to go.
- [Elodie] You ...
Who were you talking to?
- El, not here.
Were just gotta go!
- What?
- Oh my god.
Oh my god.
This is the ...
This is the woman I saw.
This is her.
- What?
You mean ...
- These are the people that I've been seeing around ...
the house. - No, no, no.
That's not possible.
Tom, that's not possible!
- I took from them.
That must be it, and now they followed me here.
- [Elodie] You mean ...
- At first it was glimpses, and I thought it was in my head,
but now they're getting closer.
- [Elodie] It is all in your head.
- No, don't you think I want to believe that?
- But ...
You've seen these photos before.
You knew what they looked like.
- No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't do that to me again, okay?
I'm not imagining this.
They're tearing at the seams in my head.
Something's going on in this house.
It's freezing.
And that painting.
El, look at the painting.
Look at it!
It's changing, Elodie!
- Okay, maybe the thermostat is broken,
or you just didn't get a good look at the painting.
- That's not it.
- Then what?
You're being haunted?
Look around you.
There's no one here!
- They're here.
And you know exactly why they're here.
- [Elodie] You're just feeling guilty.
- That's it.
That's it.
[chuckling]
That's it. - What?
Where are you going?
- [Tom] I'm taking it all back.
- [Elodie] No, no.
Wait!
- Yeah, my aunt is just bringing me the money.
I'll just return everything that I took!
- No.
No, you can't do that.
- Don't you forget, you gave me those files!
Okay?
You're in this just as much as I am.
[eerie music]
[shouts]
Jesus!
- What?
What is it?
- [Tom] Just ...
- [Sheriff] Thomas.
- [Tom] Sheriff.
- You're bleeding.
You okay?
- Yeah.
- He just had a nose bleed.
- Nose bleed?
- What are you guys doing here?
- We, um ...
Well, it's ...
- Tom, I'm afraid that we have some bad news.
It's your aunt, Florence.
She was in an accident.
- Is she okay?
- No, no, I'm afraid not.
She was driving into town, and a semi ...
It was quick.
Painless.
She didn't feel anything.
- We're truly sorry.
Florence, she was an amazing woman.
Everybody in this town loved her.
Can you guys come in later?
- Yeah.
I'll bring him into town.
- All right.
Sorry for you loss.
- There's something off about that guy.
- What do you expect?
We just delivered horrible news.
- No, you mean I just delivered horrible news.
That's not what I'm talking about.
There's something else off, I'm telling you.
[breathing heavily]
[slams cardboard box]
[shouting] [glass shattering]
[clattering]
- I'm gonna leave.
I'm just gonna go.
- [Elodie] You mean for good?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna take the box, I'm gonna sell everything.
Maybe they won't follow me. [chuckles]
- [Elodie] What happened to making things right?
- Making things ...
I don't have a choice, Elodie.
I do not have the money anymore, okay?
So I don't have a choice.
I'm as good as dead, just like them, just like Florence.
Dead!
- [Elodie] What if these things,
what if they keep following you?
- Oh, so now you believe me, huh?
- [Elodie] No, I don't.
But if these things are in your head,
they're going to linger wherever you go.
- What do you want from me?
You want me to come clean, is that what you want?
- [Elodie] Yes!
Maybe we should come clean.
- Maybe we should come clean?
- [Elodie] Yes!
- Elodie, it's a felony what we did.
You and I, it's a crime.
Is that what you want, five years in prison?
Think about your son.
How's it gonna sound to a judge at a custody hearing?
You're gonna lose him.
Lose him!
And he's gonna stay with that husband of yours
that you're trying so hard to get out of your life.
Is that worth it?
Huh?
[clattering]
- Tom, stop.
Just stop for a second.
- If you had any sense, you'd take what we can hawk
and just get out of here and never come back.
- You're aunt is dead!
Your own flesh and blood!
Don't you even care?
- Of course I care.
We just don't have the time right now.
- Well how far are you willing to go with this?
Look what your greed is doing to you!
I bet if your aunt wrote you into her will,
you would have killed her just to expedite the process!
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.
I know you wouldn't have done that.
[sighing]
Jesus, maybe you're right.
Maybe we should just ...
Let's just go.
Let's run away from all this.
Let's take my son, we'll go far away,
and we'll never look back.
We'll start over.
I'm sorry.
I don't know how things got so out of control.
I didn't think this would take such a toll on you.
I came up with this idea,
but I didn't think you were actually gonna do it.
You don't know how expensive a divorce is, and I was ...
I was ...
My son.
I cannot lose my son.
- You used me.
You used me.
Yeah.
Yeah, you did.
You did.
I was your pawn.
You would have never done this, Elodie.
You made me do the dirty work.
- What?
- Good job.
[soft tapping]
[eerie music]
[TV crackling]
- A semi-truck jackknifed, causing a fatal collision.
It's tough to tell that there was even a crash--
- What's going on?
[unsettling music]
- Just move, just go.
Just go, just go, just go, move it!
- [Elodie] Where are we going?
- [Tom] Bedroom.
The bedroom.
[door creaking]
- [Elodie] What's going on?
- You didn't see her?
[tapping]
You can't hear that?
Shh.
- [Elodie] Okay, you're really starting to freak me out.
- She's coming up the stairs.
[soft tapping]
She's dead.
Yeah.
You're suppo--
You're supposed to be dead!
[cane tapping]
Don't do that, Elodie.
No! [door opening]
[suspenseful music]
- Come see.
Look.
[eerie music]
- Get away from her.
- Get away from who?
- It's Florence.
- [Elodie] There's no one there.
- She is.
- Listen to me.
Close your eyes.
- Let go of me.
- [Elodie] Just ...
Listen to me, Tom.
Breathe.
Calm down.
There is no one there.
Think of something calm.
Relax.
It's all in your mind.
Breathe.
When you open your eyes, you'll see ...
there's no one there.
Now open them.
[birds chirping]
[exhales]
- I need a drink.
- Better?
- Yeah.
A bit.
[clears throat]
- Have you eaten today?
- No.
- You should eat something.
Who's this?
- [Tom] It's, um ...
It's my wife, Claire. [clears throat]
- You're married?
- [Tom] Yeah, I was.
- What happened?
- Uh ...
Cancer.
A year ago.
- Oh.
I can take a look at your nose now.
Here, sit down.
Well, it's not broken.
So ...
What now?
- What do you mean?
- The bone box, what are we gonna do with everything?
- We're gonna sell everything, I told you.
[exhales]
- You're prepared to take this to your grave, aren't you?
- I told you, I was just a little spooked is all.
I don't think returning everything
and coming clean is gonna do us any good, Elodie.
You think my nose looks bad now.
At least I'm still alive.
- You haven't learned a thing.
- Yeah?
All this talk about coming clean and running away.
It sounds to me like you're the one that's guilty.
Ouch!
- How did you lose your way?
Did it start with losing her?
[delicate piano music]
Think about your wife.
How would you feel if someone dug her up?
Do you have any alcohol?
[sloshing]
Rubbing.
- Yeah, I think Florence has some.
In the bathroom.
- Where?
- Just inside the cabinet.
Um ...
I'll get it.
You know, El, maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm lost, but ...
This is the only way I can see out of this.
[splashing]
[uneasy music]
You're in my head.
[bell ringing]
[door creaking]
You're not really in there.
[door creaking]
[exhales]
[sewing machine whirring]
- Tom?
[sewing machine whirring]
- Aunt Florence?
- I was happy to help.
I was happy to help.
Happy to help, happy to help, happy to help, happy to help.
[breathing heavily]
- You're ...
not ...
there.
[breathes deeply]
- Did you find it?
[disturbing music]
[breathes deeply]
- They're not there.
[Elodie screams]
- Elodie! [glass shattering]
[groans]
[squelching]
[breathing heavily]
Elodie?
[exhales]
Benji.
- I got a little impatient, Tom.
But your girlfriend, here,
she told me that you have my money.
- I, uh, yeah.
It's right in this box, Benji.
- Jesus Christ.
Wrap that up or something.
Before you say anything--
- What the hell is this?
Is this a joke?
Are you guys trying to make a fool out of me?
What am I supposed to do with this?
- I was gonna sell it.
- No, Tom, this is not enough.
This is not nearly enough.
You know what this does here?
It puts a bandaid over a bullet hole.
Tom.
I need my money.
I need my money, and I need it now!
[clattering]
- Benji.
Please.
Listen, I have more stuff, it's all over the house.
- I've been more than patient with you, Tom.
Now I'm done.
[cocks pistol]
- Tom?
- Stay back, lock the door!
[grunting]
Shit!
Benji.
[grunts]
- You know ...
It's sick what you did.
- Benji, I'm no good to you dead.
[shouts]
- Is that what you told them?
[slams]
[groaning]
You know what they used to do, Tom?
They used to cut the hands of of thieves as punishment.
- Please.
- Don't worry.
I'm not gonna kill you, Tom.
[groaning]
I'm just gonna teach you not to take what isn't yours.
- No!
No!
- Let this be a reminder.
[squelching]
[body thuds]
- Tom?
- It's okay, Elodie.
It's okay now.
It's okay.
- You killed him.
- It's good.
It's good, we're good.
[chuckles]
There are no ghosts.
And I don't owe anybody money anymore.
I'm fine, we're fine.
- Oh my god, you've lost it.
- No, it's--
No, no, no, no, it's good.
It's good, okay?
- [Elodie] Okay.
- We're good.
- Tom!
Nothing is okay!
What have you done?
- Why don't you take some responsibility
for your own actions, too?
- Okay, fine!
I'm sorry!
Maybe on some level ...
you're right, maybe I was ...
Maybe I was using you, but ...
Tom!
You robbed those graves without me!
Nobody was supposed to die!
[siren wailing]
- Are those the cops?
Are those the cops?
Is that the ...
- Oh shit. - Why are the cops here?
- Look, I called them because of Benji,
and I was locked in your room.
- Okay.
Come, let's hide the body, okay?
- [Elodie] No!
- No, we can think of something, just help me!
- No, Tom!
Just stop!
[Tom laughing]
Stop!
Listen!
Look around.
Think what you've done, what we've done.
This needs to end.
It needs to end right now!
- No, no, no, no.
No.
Okay.
- Drop the knife!
Drop the knife, Tom!
Drop the knife!
- I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it, Sheriff.
- [Officer Kade] Just put it down, Tom.
- Thomas, stop what you're doing!
Just tell us what happened, man.
- No, let me go, please.
- Thomas!
Stop right there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Stop, it's too late! - Go, go, go!
[turns lock]
[breathing heavily]
- Tom!
Tom!
[knocking] Tom, open the door!
- Let me try, let me try.
[breathing heavily] [siren wailing]
[groaning]
[emotional music]
[throat clearing]
[disturbing music]
[emotional music]
[disturbing music]
[door banging]
- Break it down!
Break the door down.
[banging] [grunting]
[eerie music] [ghosts whispering]
[banging]
[shouts]
- [Sheriff] Get him, get him, get him!
[unsettling music]
[whispering]
- What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Okay, I was wrong.
I stole from you, I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry!
I'm greedy!
I'm selfish!
I'm alone!
I'm so sorry.
Please, just please, please just leave me alone.
Just leave me alone.
[door creaking]
[suspenseful music]
[thudding]
[droning music]
[faint whispering]
[delicate piano music]
- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.
[emotional orchestral music]
[eerie music]
[music box playing]
[emotional orchestral music]