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Pull over the van!
[tires screech]
I'm sorry.
Okay, guys.
I understand what you're feeling.
We don't need to go where we're going, okay?
Just pull the van over and we'll talk.
It feels so good right now.
[TV playing in the background]
I just need you to listen, okay?
I just need you to fucking listen to me! I...!
I'm so sorry.
[TV playing in the background]
I don't want to go see the boy!
I don't want to see the fucking boy!
I don't want to see the boy!
Not the boy! Not the boy!
Not the--
My name is Ellen Hershbergen
and I will tell you all that happened
in hopes that it will never happen again.
My mother died in February.
She had been battling Alzheimer's.
I had been all kinds of things before that.
A modestly successful fashion designer.
The author of a children's book about peas.
Then I became a caretaker.
Now, I wasn't even that.
So all I could do is reinvent myself and start over.
Morning.
I'm father John Dore.
- Nice to meet you. - Lovely to meet you, too.
Your call was a godsend.
I've been needing a hand,
but I don't have the budget to hire
someone full time.
I used to volunteer at my church in Buffalo,
so I thought it might help me find my footing here.
And why Pontiac? How did we get so lucky?
Uh, more chance than luck.
I had this weird feeling
I could fit here, be myself again.
You know, we could pull together a yard sale,
raise some money, fix the pews.
I'm actually pretty good at that.
Yes.
[laughing]
All right. It's worth a shot.
Yes.
[telephone ringing]
Donna. Hi.
Ellen, how's the new town treating you?
Oh, uh.
It's good.
Quiet. Not tripping over boxes anymore.
It suits me.
I'm glad. Buffalo will miss you.
You needed a new start.
Yeah. Thanks, Donna. I really did.
Hey, do you remember our Cousin Winthrop?
Babysat for him every Thursday.
Ate his weight in spaghetti.
Of course I remember him.
He's been staying with us for a while
but Dan wants him gone.
Not enough space in the house.
Right.
Good news is he's got a job at a sheet metal plant
not too far from Pontiac, actually.
Starts in the spring--
You don't even have to finish. I would be happy to have him.
Really? That would be amazing.
Of course.
He's been bouncing around family for years.
Like a ball with no air in it.
Just know Winthrop is a little different.
He has some PTSD stuff
from his time in the army.
But he's a good guy.
All right, well, we'll figure it out.
I think it might do me some good to have someone around.
Thank you, Ellen. Okay, bye.
All right. Bye, Donna.
Winthrop?
Cousin Helen?
It's been a long time.
Only about 30 years.
Is that all you have?
That's all I need.
All right.
I appreciate you taking me in for a while.
Thank you.
Glad for the company.
It's really good to see you.
This is it.
Let me show you your room.
You like it?
Look. That's us.
Thank you.
Okay.
I had never seen anyone inhale
spaghetti and meatballs like you did.
You remember?
It was almost scary.
I still do.
I was sorry to hear about your mom.
Mm.
Thanks.
I remember her always laughing, telling jokes.
Mm.
She was a good cook, like you.
Mm. Thanks.
She was.
She had a laugh that could fill the whole house.
Then your parents... nothing about that was fair.
Let's get you some more.
Would it be okay if I take a bath?
Mm. Of course.
[exhales]
[Winthrop] Oh!
[eerie music]
[chilling music]
[thud sound]
Winthrop?
[knocking on door]
[door squeaks open]
[eerie music]
Winthrop?
[eerie music]
[chilling music]
Hm.
I don't believe I ever met your uncle Ray.
Your father's younger brother, right?
I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about that.
Sure.
I find it hard to reckon what people do to one another.
No, you don't have to think about any of that here.
Something's on your mind.
Wanna share?
It's my cousin... Winthrop.
He's staying with me, and...
I'm not sorry I took him in, but he's been through a lot.
Fought in Afghanistan.
He doesn't sleep.
Walks all night.
Locks himself in the bathroom for hours.
Eye contact is a struggle.
And I just keep wondering if he should be with someone
who can handle real PTSD.
Someone who doesn't just sit outside the bathroom door
hoping he'll come out.
Sometimes that's enough.
Someone waiting outside the door.
Huh?
That's what I told myself with my mom.
I stayed in case...
she came back out just for a minute.
She never did.
I can't let that happen to Winthrop.
I failed him once, and I won't do it again.
Ellen...
you did more for her than most people ever get.
Now you're doing the same for Winthrop.
- [chilling music] - [gasps]
Oh.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you pull up.
Vahna.
Oh, hi. I am... I am Ellen.
Oh, wow.
You had a lot of work done here in such a short amount of time.
Well, it's good to have someone helping you.
It rains a lot here,
so everything just gets really overgrown.
I've been living here for about a year now
and I will warn you, it is quiet.
There's really like nothing to do at all.
The closest bar
that doesn't have a bowling alley attached to it
is actually all the way up in Buffalo.
Um, I don't drive or bowl, but it's all good.
Mhm. Mhm. Want one?
- Oh, no. Thanks. - I have more
I'm good. I know, thank you. They look delicious though.
- Yeah. - Crispy.
I've been having migraines sort of general all over
aches and pains like every joint is on fire.
But they got a pill for that.
They got a pill for everything. A pill for this,
a pill for that. Pill for the fucking pills.
[Vahna laughs]
I actually moved here
because I was going to take some college classes.
You know, Genesee College. - Yeah, yeah.
- Just up. - Yeah.
Poetry.
Oh.
I did get involved with the... teacher.
Grace, whose...
a bitch and dumped me out of a blue.
And just kind of...
You feel used, you know,
you just want back everything they took from you.
I'm trying to track her down.
I'll find her.
Is that your husband?
Oh, no. That's, uh, my cousin Winthrop.
Hmm.
You need a hand?
I've killed a few weeds in my day.
Honestly. No, you don't need to.
- You sure? - Yeah. No, I--
Your ice cream is probably melted.
No. That's fine.
I can just put it in your fridge.
Um...
- Oh. Ellen. Ellen. - Ellen.
Yeah. Uh. Let me, uh...
Okay. Here.
You can get the other bag.
I will. I'm just going to show you
where the kitchen is first and then.
Hi.
[Winthrop] Hi.
[TV plays]
Who watches TV on such a beautiful day.
It's a good day for gardening.
Let's do it.
Mm.
It's so nice to have somebody to actually talk to.
Here are some gloves.
How long ago did your mother pass?
I saw the photos.
Just a few months back.
Mm.
She was pretty.
Doesn't that hurt?
Oh, Ellen...
Everything hurts.
Mm.
Almost there?
Mm.
[chilling music]
[Vahna laughs]
Sorry.
Oh. It slipped.
All right, here we go.
Winthrop, dinner if you're hungry.
You must be Winthrop.
Winthrop, Vahna,
our neighbor who was kind enough
to provide us with this beautiful food.
So what's a guy like you doing living with his cousin?
Don't you have a job?
He lined up a job for the spring.
Not too far away, actually.
Oh, yeah.
What kind of job?
Sheet metal plant.
- Does he speak? - [fork clangs]
I speak.
Sorry, I was just teasing. I didn't mean anything.
Okay. Get home safely.
Yeah.
How long has Winthrop been staying with you?
Not long.
Just be careful.
I can tell that man has done some terrible things.
- Okay. - Mm.
[bicycle bell chiming]
Toodles.
[eerie music]
[chilling music]
[Ellen] I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there.
It won't happen again.
[eerie music]
You think you can hide from me?
Anywhere you go...
I will find you.
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Bitch!
Thank you.
I wanted to apologize again about last night.
It's okay.
The kitchen accident.
In the mess hall.
Had these huge vats of fry oil.
Some guys were messing around.
One of them tipped.
Almost killed me.
Probably should have.
[chiming]
You fixed it.
It's really beautiful.
Thank you.
We should have taken you in when your parents died.
I'm so sorry.
[chilling music]
Vahna.
Hi.
Hide the silverware.
I heard about your church fundraiser,
so I brought this stuff.
It's not a lot, but I don't use it anymore.
That's so generous.
Yeah. And then I was...
Well, I was just sitting around bored sick
and I thought maybe my new friend Ellen wouldn't mind
keeping her silly little friend company for a while.
Well, we're pretty much done for the day.
The sky's about to open up.
Oh, well, look at that. Yeah, okay.
[thunder crashing]
Good times.
- Yeah. - Good times and hard times.
Oh, no.
I know all about hard times.
The cruelty people are capable of.
Like my father.
He knew cruelty.
He was an expert.
Not only did he start to sexually assault his daughter,
when I was, like, four years old.
He thought it would be fun
to pass her around to all of his friends.
All of them like a cheap bottle of wine.
Do you know what that's like?
While your father sits back and it's just like, you know,
"Let it feel good. Like, why are you crying?"
No.
I don't.
And I see how strong you are.
Survivors carry it in their eyes.
Strong.
Yeah.
No.
I would die right now if I had a choice.
I just need a new fucking body.
Every inch of this one hurts.
I put the bird bath into the shed so the paint won't run.
I think I'm gonna rest for a while.
Tired?
From all that yard work?
Big, strong guy like you.
What do you want from me?
Everything.
Ignore her, Winthrop. She's being silly.
Yes, ignore me. I'm being silly.
You can't trust him.
Stop. You don't know him.
He wants to fuck me and probably you too.
Probably you too.
Don't be so naive.
Can you dance with me?
- I'm good, I'm good. - Oh, please dance with me,
- I won't bite. - Really.
I don't bite, I promise.
[humming]
[chuckling]
You put up a very puritan front, Ellen.
But I think you got some secrets in there.
I don't have any secrets.
No?
[chilling music]
It's getting late.
I'm tired. Let's get you home.
I had to drink a lot of wine, actually.
A lot of wine, and it's raining outside.
And I don't want to crash my bike into a ditch.
Okay. Uh, I will drive you.
We'll put your bike in the back.
[whining] I can't move.
Come on, I'll help. We can make it.
I'll just sleep in your bed tonight.
It's fine. You won't even notice I'm there
because I'm a very still sleeper.
Like a rock. Look.
[Vahna snores]
Okay.
[thunder crashing]
[eerie music]
[gasping]
[whispering]
[chilling music]
[gasps]
[chilling music]
[whispering]
I was wondering, if you might like to join me
for church this morning.
It's a short service.
That'd be okay.
Oh, great.
Morning.
Good morning.
I'm going to borrow this for a couple days, if you don't mind.
Actually, I was going to give it to Winthrop for his room.
Oh, he can manage.
I just need to get my heat turned back on.
[Vahna] Toodles!
Here we are.
Good morning.
That man?
He scared me to death last night.
He showed up on my porch at 2:00 in the morning.
I had to get my husband's gun.
I thought he was going to break in.
What are you talking about?
You're okay.
Everybody's okay.
Let's go inside.
Would it be okay if I stay in the car?
Of course.
Hi Don.
[Father Dore] ...and Jacob said to Joseph, go and see the world
through thy neighbor's eyes.
And the Bible tells us that Lucifer mocked this,
and he sent out his demons to mock it
and to weaken this idea among men.
Why?
The Bible tells us this, too.
Because it was more dangerous to him
than anything that--
Winthrop.
You can't disappear on people like that.
I'm sorry.
Were you at Denise Minotka's last night?
I don't remember.
I didn't mean to scare anybody.
Maybe it was sick or something.
I tried to save it.
You've always done this, you know.
You remember when you pulled
that tiny, half dead bird out of that dog's mouth,
and you built a whole ICU in a shoebox for it?
Your smile when that bird finally took flight.
[loud thud]
[mysterious music]
[footsteps]
[dog barking in the distance]
[Vahna] Winthrop, is that you?
[Winthrop] Hello.
Come meet the Porta John Man.
Porta John.
[door squeaks open]
[Vahna crying]
Vahna.
[Vahna crying]
Vahna...
Are you okay?
Hold me.
I know what he did to you.
Who?
Your uncle...
keeping you in that cage.
Now, now...
Don't go losing your head.
[Female voice] John! John! [loud crash]
[screaming]
Who are you?
[spooky music]
[knocking]
[Ellen] I brought you some food.
Feeling any better?
It's been three days. I'm going to call the doctor.
God, it's cold in here.
Tomorrow, I'm not taking no for an answer.
I'm going to drive up and get that heater back from Vahna.
Do you need anything before I go?
[crow cawing]
Vahna, it's Ellen.
[flies buzzing]
Hello?
[chilling music]
[camera shutter snaps]
[sirens chirp in the distance]
[indiscernible radio chatter]
Ms. Hershbergen?
I am Detective Tom Rausch.
So you found her in there?
Well, is there anyone we can call
someone to pick you up?
Someone you can stay with for a while?
Oh, no. I'm okay. I have someone staying with me.
Thank you.
Good, yeah.
Well, I think you've had more than enough for one night,
so I'm gonna save my questions for the morning, okay?
- Thank you. - All right.
Oh.
Vahna's... dead.
She, uh...
was beaten to death it looked like.
Why would anyone want to do that?
Since, unfortunately,
you might be the last person to see her alive
and the one who found her body,
would you mind if we take a look around the house?
Strictly routine.
No, not at all. Whatever you need.
Now, you mentioned
you went to Vahna Minter's house for a heater.
She borrowed mine,
said she was going to bring it back in a couple of days,
but I hadn't heard from her in over a week.
And is this the heater?
Uh yes, that's it?
Is that a neighbor? Who's that?
That's my cousin, Winthrop. He's staying with me.
Does he know Vahna?
She came over to the house a couple of times,
had dinner with us.
Spent the night once.
She slept over?
It was raining and she didn't feel well,
so I offered to drive her home, but...
Okay, well, what's, uh, Winthrop's full name.
Oh, Winthrop Thomas Benson.
And was he here with you last Tuesday or Wednesday night?
He's always here.
Detective?
Excuse me.
My guys are going to finish up here, but, um,
would you mind bringing Winthrop to the station
first thing tomorrow morning?
We'd like to ask him a few questions as well.
Sure.
Have a good day, ma'am.
Officer.
Have a good day, sir.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming in.
Oh, thank you for making time for me, I appreciate it.
- No problem. - Thanks.
Detective Rausch.
Okay. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I hear you like to take walks late at night.
Sometimes I can't sleep and I get nightmares
so I walk.
The coroner says Vahna Minter most likely died
sometime Tuesday night.
Were you out walking then?
You see anything strange?
So you have an OTH?
[Rausch] Records of several fights, one with an officer.
And this one here.
Looks like you nearly beat this man to death.
Lost vision in his right eye.
Mhm, mhm, mhm.
You want to talk to me about it?
Listen, Winthrop
I was in Kuwait.
Two tours.
I know the shit you see when you close your eyes, okay?
I've been there.
But I'm gonna need you to talk to me.
All right. You want to play hardball?
Let's play hardball.
I see you had an accident at the base.
You want to talk about that?
Hm?
Have you ever been to Vahna Minter's house?
I'm going to need a verbal response on this.
Never with Ellen.
Never one of your midnight strolls.
Never for something else.
No!
This mitt is one half of a pair.
One of which was found in Vahna Minter's kitchen,
and the other of which was found in your room.
Now, I'd like for you to tell me
how this wound up in your room.
Excuse me. Who are you?
I'm Ellen Hershbergen. That's my cousin.
Oh, I see.
Actually, I wouldn't mind asking you
a few questions if you're willing
to come down to the DA's office.
Of course.
[knocking]
Winthrop Benson, we are placing you under arrest
for the murder- - What?!
- of Vahna Minter. - No.
There is an explanation, that mitt--
Ms. Hershbergen you can explain everything in the interview.
For now, we are done here. My office will be in touch.
Let's go.
I've been in law for 20 years,
and I must say,
I'm stunned they've actually charged him.
They have no DNA, no clear prints, no motive.
One troubling issue is this ridiculous oven mitt
they found in Winthrop's room.
Yes. I wanted to talk to you about that.
So Vahna brought over a bag of stuff
for the church fundraiser,
and the mitt was in there, but there was only one.
Oh, excellent.
Winthrop must have found it
and taken it into his room for some reason.
So what's the next step?
Can I post bail?
You may not need to.
I've requested a preliminary hearing to determine
whether or not they have enough evidence
to even bring this case to trial.
Now, prosecution is certainly going to make a big deal
about Winthrop's late night walks, but
I found an expert who is willing to submit an affidavit
explaining the effects of PTSD and how victims often have
trouble sleeping.
I know he has some issues, but Winthrop is not a murderer.
And from the moment I met Vahna,
you could tell something was very off.
Oh, we have somebody looking into her past as we speak.
Good.
All right.
I appreciate your time.
You're welcome.
[whispering] Porta John Man.
Porta.
No.
Hey, hey! Freak show.
[pounding against door]
[heavy breathing]
[pounding against door]
[grunting]
[pounding on door]
[thud on floor]
[eerie music]
Hey!
I don't feel right.
Ellen...
I'm seeing things.
What kind of things?
Just...
flashes.
But violent things.
Like I'm seeing through someone else's eyes.
Thinking someone else's thoughts.
Winthrop.
I need you to be very honest with me.
Did you have anything to do with Vahna's murder?
No.
Okay.
We're gonna get you out of here.
No.
No, I don't mind being here.
And I don't want you to come back to visit.
Guard!
I'm finished in here.
I just knew the answers lay with Vahna.
But the woman was a phantom.
I couldn't find her, anywhere.
[eerie music]
[heavy rain pouring]
[glass breaking]
[door closes]
[eerie music]
[chitter sounds]
[door squeaks open]
[toilet water swishes]
[door squeaks open]
- [chilling music] - [gasps]
[Vahna] I'll let you sleep for 10 hours
and paint a rainbow on you.
And then I'll slice you open so your heart falls out
before you wake up.
It's the first thing that you will see
me rubbing your heart blood on my face.
I'll be laughing at you
as I feed my little throat people.
I'll use your blood to wash my fucking dishes.
Where did you get these?
Vahna's house.
I know, I just...
You should have seen him yesterday.
He's terrified, and it just feels like the police think
they've got their man.
Well, this falls right in line with Vahna's very sordid past.
What?
I've searched,
and I haven't found anything online about her.
It pays to have a good P.I.
Here.
He tracked a long line of aliases.
Vahna was constantly changing names and appearances.
Here.
Inet Goodreaux.
Zilka Goodhanz.
Sarah Morrison.
Francesca Milani.
Noah Jules-Domley.
Not to speak ill of the dead, but she was insane.
She was living in Salt Lake City.
Two young Mormon boys came to her door
and she invited them in...
only to tie them up in her basement for hours,
forcing them to perform various sex acts
on her and each other.
What?
She was arrested, but by the time of her arraignment,
she had vanished.
One year later, you met her in Pontiac.
The point is that she was clearly not well,
and there are many people out there
who might have a vendetta against her.
You bet your ass I'm going to be spelling this out
in my motion to dismiss.
But I need you to promise me
that you will not go back to that house.
Oh, you don't have to worry about that.
Just before we start,
I know this would be your first murder trial
and a conviction could be a big boost for your career,
but it could also be a big mistake.
Hmm.
Look, with all due respect--
Did you know that Winthrop was commended for bravery
for saving a platoon member's life?
And that when he was caught beating up that soldier,
he was actually defending himself?
Did you know that the burn on his leg was not an accident?
It was revenge for testifying against the soldier
that attacked him and that he was relentlessly abused
because he's small, quiet and a little delayed.
But wouldn't you be delayed if your parents died in a horrific
car accident when you were only 10 and you were in that car.
And now you are sent to live with a sick and sadistic uncle
who beats you repeatedly.
And yet still, he's not violent.
In fact, he is kind, empathetic.
I have years of psychological reports from the VA
verifying all of this.
So go ahead.
Put your reputation on the line
with nothing but circumstantial evidence.
Uh...
I will sleep on it.
I will see you in court tomorrow as scheduled.
[breathing heavily]
[chilling music]
[eerie music]
Apparently the prosecution has decided to delay
the proceedings pending more concrete evidence.
I'll give you two weeks.
So ordered.
[pounds gavel]
Are you okay?
I thought you'd be ecstatic.
I am.
Okay.
Call me if you need anything.
You may think you got away with this,
but you and I both know the truth, don't we, Winthrop?
[mysterious music]
I told you we'd get you home.
How are the headaches?
Well...
I'm going to head to bed and...
we can talk in the morning
once we both had a good night's sleep, okay?
Can I sleep with you tonight?
Your room's all ready for you.
Clean sheets and all.
You'll be good.
[tense music]
[eerie music]
[door squeaks open]
[telephone ringing]
- Yeah. - Hey, it's Nina.
I know it's late, but guess what?
We found Winthrop.
He's at a homeless shelter.
I'll send you the address.
Thank you, Nina.
Sh-sh-sh.
Here you go.
[mumbling]
Hello, Winthrop.
It's good to see you.
Okay.
Listen, I want to take you home, okay?
All right, well, at least let me give you some money
so you can get a real meal and some rest, okay?
Where does Grace Beck live?
I-I-I don't know who that is.
I don't know her. I don't know who she is.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
You- you have to give me something to go on.
Who is she?
She's your teacher?
[strained voice] Where does Grace Beck live?
All right.
All right, I'm gonna try to find out.
Grace Beck.
Okay.
Come back home whenever you're ready.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!
Nina was right.
It does pay to know a good investigator.
We had found Grace Beck.
[knocking on door]
Um...
Hello.
Hi. Miss Hershbergen.
My name is Robert Edgewood.
I'm a rep with the state looking for Winthrop Benson.
Hi.
I'm with the state welfare office.
There's some money owed to Mr. Benson,
and we have this as his last known address.
Is he home?
Uh, unfortunately, he's not living here right now.
You might be able to find him
at the shelter on Stanton up in Buffalo.
Oh, okay.
Um, well, if you do hear from him,
I'd really appreciate you giving us a call.
Of course.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
Yeah, you too.
[notification alert]
[eerie music]
I'm sorry we haven't seen Winthrop in over a week now.
I thought maybe he had gone back home with you.
Thank you.
Um, you might want to try down at the Covington overpass.
It's a long shot, but some people set up tents under there.
Much appreciated.
[ominous music]
[whimpering] Please stay back.
Please.
Did you find Grace Beck?
Yes.
You have to tell me why--
Stay back I said!
Tell me where she is, bitch,
or I'll kill you too!
You did not kill Vahna.
Vahna.
I know this isn't you and I will help you.
Grace can help me!
Bring her here.
[ominous music]
[telephone ringing]
Hello, this is Grace Beck.
Ellen Hershbergen.
I reached out about Vahna Minter.
Yes, Ellen.
I'm sorry.
It's just getting word that accused killer
is out there looking for me.
Brought back all the Vahna stuff I've been trying to forget.
I hate to admit it, but...
I'm glad Vahna is dead.
Anything you're willing to tell me is invaluable.
Vahna was a...
student in my poetry class.
I was going through some dark times.
Vahna played on that vulnerability like a maestro.
It got very intense, very quick and...
there were drugs and...
Domination.
I realized that she was obsessed with what I let her
do to me.
She liked to hang me.
It was sick.
I wanted out, and she became furious.
She...
said that I would never be free of her.
And that's when she told me about the Porta John Man.
This man told Vahna she no longer had to be afraid
that she would now live forever.
[sinister voice I got something for you.
And you get to keep it.
[growl]
And Vahna swore to me that if I ever left her,
she would do whatever it took to find me.
I'm, um, changing my number, so.
Wait... I found some letters.
Some are to you.
I just thought if we could meet.
You saw the letters,
maybe we could make some sense of this.
Grace.
Grace...
Vahna's not dead.
What do you mean?
Move.
And leave no trace.
Vahna is not dead.
[phone hangs up]
[door knob jiggling]
[pounding on door]
[gasps] [glass smashing]
[pounding on door persistently]
[gasp]
[suspenseful music]
[growling sounds] [scream]
Help!
[screaming]
Where's Grace Beck?!
[demonic voice] Where is Grace Beck?!
[screaming]
Kevin.
[struggling grunts]
What the fuck is going on?
Drop it!
[growling] - Drop it!
Who are you?
Got him.
Let's get him outta here.
Did he hurt you?
James.
[panicked breathing]
Hey!
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
[heavy breathing]
[ominous music]
What are you doing with Winthrop?
It's freezing out here.
Come inside where we can talk.
My name is James, and this is Kevin.
We'll be inside.
[suspenseful music]
Hi, my name is James Light
and I'm a priest like Father Caldwell.
And this is Doctor Emily Warren.
Hello, Ellen.
How's Winthrop doing?
Sleeping peacefully.
I'd like to see him.
It will take some time for the tranquilizers to wear off,
but I can assure you he's safe.
Here, why don't you have a seat
and we'll tell you everything.
We're dealing with nothing less than evil incarnate.
Some people call them demons.
Imps. Succubi. Djinni.
They like to nestle in and hide,
forcing us to seek them out.
One of these entities had been in Vahna Minter
for a very long time,
and is now residing in Winthrop.
[scoffs]
Vahna was taken very young.
The evil infusing in her its own twisted desires,
becoming obsessed with Grace Beck.
But Grace had enough self-worth to get away in time.
And this is when we lost track of Vahna.
Which is too bad
because I believe we could have captured it
and saved her life.
How?
Evil is seeking those who've been weakened by abuse,
neglect, drugs like Vahna Minter or Winthrop.
The abuse rewires pathways, making the brain
more vulnerable, allowing possession to take hold.
But in very rare cases, a brain is forming a neural cage
that an entity cannot escape.
You lost me here.
We have such a brain.
Kevin, do you mind?
[clears throat]
The book tells us about them.
Now, the language used is very archaic,
but it translates something akin to lockbox.
Now, the only way to save Winthrop now is
to have the very powerful force inside him
moved into another host, one that he can't escape.
A lockbox.
Surely you sense something strange in Winthrop.
A change.
Yes.
He told me he felt like
he was thinking someone else's thoughts.
Here it comes.
What are you doing with that boy?
James, we need to get him upstairs.
That boy was in a coma at Saint Mary's for almost a year.
His brain scan shows he has the neural cage.
What?
So he was sent to us,
and he just might save Winthrop.
Are you fucking kidding me?
He's the lock box?
He's more than a child.
He has the ability to absorb pain like water into sand.
The boy was born to parents whose cruelty
was matched only by their neglect.
They drugged him.
They abandoned him.
So now we do our best to take care of him.
But he was built for this.
[razor buzzing]
Yeah. Brave boy.
Mm.
We should be good to go by sunset.
Do you have a nosebleed?
Mmhmm.
Here.
I got it.
[eerie music]
[moaning sounds]
[demonic voice] Feed us now.
Why are you here?
[Demon voice] You vile...
obscene creatures.
We are you.
And if you let them do this,
Winthrop will die.
[evil laughter]
James.
Those things in that boy
just told me that if you do this, Winthrop will die.
They spoke to you?
Yeah.
They are the prince of lies.
He does not stand in the truth
because there is no truth in him.
So no one has ever died.
There is always a chance that something goes wrong.
How many have you lost?
Two.
Out of how many?
Eight.
The evil that is in Winthrop,
do you know how many lives it has destroyed?
Condemning their souls to hell.
So this is a bargain?
No.
It is God's work.
God doesn't trade souls. That is the devil's work.
Morgan Hetfield, a mother of five.
Brandon Paige, a surgeon
who has since saved hundreds of lives.
These are just two of the people
this remarkable boy has saved.
All right,
I'll tell you what.
If you believe what we're doing is wrong,
then take Winthrop and walk out that door.
We won't stop you.
Winthrop is not dying tonight.
Do you understand that?
[tense music]
[chilling music]
Now, now.
Don't go losing your head.
Who are you?
[Vahna] That's who I am.
Not to sound like your uncle.
[Demonic voice] I'm not done with you.
[grunts]
[Vahna] Argh!
[Vahna laughs]
[laughing hysterically]
I've got something for you.
And you.
Get.
To keep it.
[whispering voices]
[thudding]
[squelching sounds]
[chilling music]
[gasps]
[loud roar]
Sorry. We should have known better, I'm sorry.
All right. We'll take him down now.
All right, let's get you up, Winthrop.
Okay.
[James] Let's take him to the basement.
[eerie music]
[chilling music]
What do we do now?
We wait.
[roar]
[panicked breathing]
Is that normal?
It's fine.
Help me!
Help!
[growls]
What?
What just happened?
What's going on?
The video always cuts out.
We're not allowed to see what happens in the transition.
[Winthrop] Ellen!
[Winthrop] Ellen! Help!
- [Winthrop] Help [beeping]
What?
James?
[cackling]
[demonic voice]
[hissing and growling]
James. We're losing him.
[indiscernible yelling and growling]
Ellen?
Ellen!
[growl]
Oh.
[screaming] No!
[screeching]
[screaming]
[thud] Ugh!
[pounding sounds]
Mom.
[chilling music]
My...
Ellen.
You're not her.
Don't you dare use her voice.
[demonic mumbling] I'm Winthrop.
You knew where he was going.
To that sick sadistic uncle
who would beat him until he could no longer cry.
No.
I didn't know.
Don't lie to me again.
You did know.
Yes.
I know who I owe.
And you're not him.
Hello.
Hi.
I've got to go.
Do you have a name?
I used to, but I don't remember.
Thank you for saving Winthrop.
You can walk?
[Demonic voice] Yes.
[hissing sounds]
[chilling music]
[screeching]
Ellen?
Where is it?
No more games.
[pounding on door] Open the door!!!
Ellen.
You interrupted us. I don't have it.
[James] Ellen! We're coming in!
[James] Open the door!
I can still finish this.
He's lying.
[James] Open the door!
Ellen!
[heart pounding loudly]
God,
give me counsel, for I am facing the Prince of Lies.
Give me the wisdom to not fall for his wicked tricks,
for it is but deception that gives him his power.
It is the Prince of Lies.
God, give me counsel.
...For facing the Prince of Lies.
What is it, then?
What's the lie?
It's in me.
Ellen!
Touch my hand!
[Demonic voice] You will not touch the boy!
[straining grunts]
[screeching]
[screaming]
[hissing and growling]
[screaming]
[hissing]
[screaming]
[snarling and hissing]
He's got it. It's um...
Okay.
[peaceful music]
[car door opens]
What happened down there?
It tried to pull me apart.
Didn't work.
Someone brought you up, right?
Yeah.
The boy is resting now.
- I'll pay him a visit. - Okay.
If we give you a tape recorder would you be willing
to share what happened on record just for us
for the next time we try to save someone?
Sure.
Okay.
Thank you, James.
Oh, yes.
You're welcome.
[peaceful music]
That thing was destroying the last good memory I had.
But you wouldn't let it.
Thank you.
Let's not make a thing of it.
[both chuckle]
Dear cousin Ellen.
I saw this Michael the Archangel
vanquishing the demon, and it reminded me of you.
I wanted to let you know I started my new job
and I really like it so far.
Maybe you want to come?
See the new place?
It would be good to see you.
Love, Winthrop.
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