Archive 81 (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
It's just a mess out there
north of the city.
Scientists now say there
may be a biological reason that...
Live from WABC7,
you're watching The Morning Show
with Len Huntsman, Gloria Francis,
and Sheila Church
with the exclusive AccuWeather forecast.
Now, here's your eyewitness news.
Good morning, New York City.
It's 6:00 a.m. and 32 degrees out there.
I'm Len Huntsman.
And I'm Gloria Francis.
An unidentified man
was fatally struck by a train
after falling onto the tracks
late last night in Queens.
Authorities say there are
no witnesses to the accident
that happened at the Forest Hill
71st Avenue Station
at approximately 3:05 a.m.
Medics responded, but the victim
was pronounced dead at the scene.
...dead at the scene.
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Melody.
Beatriz?
The man you saw.
The one that has a message for me.
Who is he?
Is he someone from the building?
Is he dead?
If you could just look one more time.
Please.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
No!
Don't let it out.
Don't let it out!
Dr. Turner?
Hello?
Dr. Turner's not here.
Did his office hours change?
I've tried calling and...
He's not holding office hours.
He's on leave.
What do you mean he's on leave?
Melody.
- What are you doing here?
- I need your help.
Please.
It's important.
Here you are.
I think I'm being haunted.
And why do you say that?
The day I moved into the Visser,
I, um, started having these dreams,
these conversations,
with a man I didn't know.
And when I'd wake up,
I couldn't remember his face
or what we talked about.
- A few days ago, I went to this séance.
- A séance?
Beatriz, the medium,
she started repeating his conversations
back to me, word for word,
and suddenly I could remember everything.
What he looks like, what he sounded like,
what we talked about.
Every fucking detail.
He said he was your son
and that his name was Dan.
Your son's name is Dan, right?
Danny, yes. But he's eight.
He said I died
in a fire.
And that I was in danger,
and that I should get out of the Visser.
And now every time I close my eyes,
I can see him.
Hey, what are you
really doing here, Melody?
I'm trying to ask you for help.
The department put me on leave.
Someone filed
an anonymous complaint against me.
It wasn't you?
No, why would it be?
Well, the complaint states
I violated university policy
by posting about a student
on an internet message board.
Did you post about me on a message board?
No. I mean, yes,
but I didn't identify you by name.
All right, six months ago,
a researcher put out a call
looking for subjects.
He was studying a group of people
who had certain sensitivities.
He called them "Baldung."
Now, the markers he described
were identical to yours.
The accounts of being pulled somewhere,
of feeling that same
kind of paralyzing terror.
And they all made drawings
exactly like yours.
Same patterns, same lines.
He said they had all shown
a genetic predisposition
to unusual psychic perception.
Did you talk to him?
I met with him,
and we went over your case.
He said you weren't a match.
Look, I'm sorry. I, uh...
I thought you came over here
with some kind of crazy ghost story
to get back at me.
So you're saying this could be real.
Melody,
I try to always leave room for
the unexplained corners of the universe.
But most likely, this is just anxiety
or your subconscious urging you
to abandon the search for your mother.
No, I'm not imagining things.
Okay.
I have it all on tape.
The séance, the cult meetings,
everything that has been
happening in that building.
I can show it to you.
Excuse me.
Look, I'm sorry, my family is here.
Here is a referral.
Hey, honey, this is, uh, Melody,
one of my students.
She came to drop off some research.
Nice to meet you.
Do you need
a ride back to the station?
I'll send you those tapes.
Hey.
Hey.
What's in the jar?
Have you been with Beatriz?
Is she gonna be okay?
Did she get the flowers Samuel sent?
She'll be fine. Don't worry.
Seriously, what's in there?
Where's it from?
Sorry.
Client confidentiality.
Is it for Samuel?
Anabelle?
Anabelle and Melody
are currently taking part
in a secret government
biosphere experiment.
Please leave a message
and they'll be contacted by robot.
Anabelle?
Are you there?
Pick up. I really need to talk to you.
Okay, just...
call me back.
I'm gonna page you.
Hi, Ms. Lewis. Um, is Jess here?
Yes.
Would it be all right
if I asked her a quick question?
Anabelle is gone, and I was hoping
she might have seen her.
She's doing her homework.
I'll let her know you came by.
Julia Bennett.
We call you now.
Melody is waiting.
Julia Bennett?
We call you now.
Melody is waiting.
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid I don't sense her
in the realm of the dead.
Wait.
There's someone else.
"I can get out of your way."
"Me too."
What the fuck?
"You died in a fire."
"At the Visser, 25 years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you crazy?"
"It's your footage."
"I'm trying to understand
what happened to you."
Stop it.
I know where Anabelle is.
Oh, darling, come in.
Have you been to see Beatriz?
Poor thing.
Obviously, if I had
had any idea she was so unstable,
I wouldn't have
asked her to do that reading.
I'm here to see Anabelle.
Anabelle?
Jess told me she saw her
moving her stuff into your apartment.
And that you told her not to tell me.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Anabelle?
You smother her, you know.
Excuse me?
You need to let her emerge from the cocoon
in which you keep her bound.
Give her the freedom
to find herself, to fly.
I can't stand by
and allow you to stifle Anabelle.
As my darling Eleanor
was stifled by her family.
Where is she, Cassandra?
She needed space to create,
so I gave her an apartment I own
on the sixth floor.
Which apartment?
Which apartment?
- This floor needs a key?
- Oh, you know these old buildings.
6C.
Anabelle?
Anabelle!
No, no, no, Mel! No, no, don't look.
Okay, stay back.
Don't look. They're not ready yet.
Okay, I'm not looking.
What are you doing up here?
Isn't it amazing?
This building, Mel.
This building is special.
It speaks to me. I...
I feel connected to something here.
Don't you?
I think we should leave.
Maybe your mom was an artist.
Maybe she came to this building
to create, to dream,
to forge a passage to another world,
just like Eleanor did.
Anabelle, we need to go home.
What?
Back to Brooklyn.
Back to our apartment.
I thought you wanted to find Julia.
I do. I...
I just don't think it's safe here.
You go.
I'm gonna stay. I...
need to get ready for my show.
What show?
The East Village Art Collective, Mel.
Someone dropped out last minute
and Cassandra got me a spot.
You have to come. Okay?
Free wine, hot girls, hot guys,
maybe ham sandwiches,
but I have to check on that.
- When? Tonight?
- Yeah, tonight.
Have you eaten today?
I said there would be sandwiches
and free wine, okay? I'm saving myself.
Goodbye. I love you.
Just get the fuck out.
Anabelle!
Anabelle, open the door. Anabelle!
So this is the sixth floor.
Fuck.
What the fuck are you doing here, Melody?
- Is it time? Did he send you?
- What?
Father Russo.
- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...
- Wait. Don't go. I need your help.
Hey, get the fuck away from her.
Go!
I told you to stay away from this floor.
Let's go.
- Who are those people?
- None of your business.
Ever turn that thing off?
- Why are they humming that song?
- Song?
That horrible fucking song
that I keep hearing in this building.
- Are they part of the cult too?
- Cult?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Why are they locked in?
It's for their own protection.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
It means they're addicts,
and drugs are the only thing that matter.
He's trying to protect them.
Who is?
Samuel.
His sister was an addict.
She froze to death in the park
when she was just a kid.
He said he didn't want anyone else
picking out coffins for their sisters,
so he rents out this floor for them,
keeps them warm.
Keeps them safe.
He's trying to do something good.
Dan?
Melody?
Please, I need to talk to you.
- Get out. Get the fuck down.
- Please.
Your friend said that I could trust you.
Anabelle.
- She said that you could help.
- Goddamn it, Anabelle.
She said you're looking
for your mother, Julia.
We can help each other.
Please, just...
just let me in.
Just... say my name?
That's right.
Chris Lee.
How long have you been here?
Two years, maybe... 20. I...
He doesn't...
He doesn't want us to leave.
He says he needs us to...
open a door.
Who needs you to open a door?
Don't worry,
I didn't give your friend a taste.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that.
A taste of what?
Stardust.
That's what brought us here.
That's what keeps us here.
What's Stardust? Heroin?
The mold.
It grows here.
It shimmers.
Haven't you seen it?
Running through this building
like deep, dark veins.
The walls,
the floors, the...
the lungs.
One hit?
It's like another world opens up.
And there's no going back.
Did you know Julia?
Did she live here?
Was she an addict too?
Uh, names are sort of...
whoosh.
Like something from the world out there,
not the world in here.
What does she look like?
I don't know.
Like me, I guess.
There was this woman.
She had your hair.
Same smile.
Same...
eyes.
But she's gone.
Where?
Where did she go?
Do... you hear it?
Hear what?
There's something in this place
that calls to you.
It...
It calls.
It calls.
And we call back.
Stop.
Stop it.
Stop it, please!
Can you help me find her?
Julia.
He said he'd give me a bed.
Who?
Father Russo. He...
He came by a couple weeks back
and said he'd send someone back
with a golden ticket.
You know what that is?
They give you a bed, free of charge,
no questions asked.
Rehab.
I wanna get clean, but...
It... It pulls you.
You know?
If I don't get out of here
real soon,
the ferryman's gonna come
and drag me to hell.
He's gonna drag us all to hell.
Get me a bed,
and I'll help you find Julia.
Okay.
Let's go. Let's go right now.
No! Fuck!
No! He'll see me. He'll come for me.
Who?
I'm not supposed to leave.
I need a ticket.
Get me a ticket right fucking now!
Or no deal.
What happened?
Father Russo.
He's gone.
What do you mean, "gone"?
Last night...
Late last night,
he fell in front of the train.
What?
I don't know why he was meeting someone
so late. He never went out that late.
But he was like that.
If someone was in trouble,
he'd drop everything to help.
Excuse me.
Fuck.
I wouldn't take it if I didn't need it.
What the hell?
Holy shit.
"Pedestal sculpture, Greenstone,
14th Century, provenance unknown."
"Entity known as Kaelego."
Kaelego.
"Is cited as both god and demon."
Oh my God. "Samuel Grant."
"Virgil Samuelson."
Who the fuck are you, Samuel?
"Alistair Spare."
"Baldung Coven."
What the fuck?
Can't get the door.
Here, let me try.
I am... I'm so sorry to do this.
It's just, he borrowed the book
several weeks ago,
and I need to return it to the university.
I can't afford to replace it
on an adjunct salary.
It's no problem.
He was such a wonderful man.
Mm.
And I know how much he admired you.
I think...
I think I'll just step out for a moment.
Of course.
- We're about to start the vigil.
- Oh.
I found it.
Thank you again.
- Hello, this is Emily.
- And this is Dan.
You've reached
the Turner residence.
We're not in right now, but leave
a message and we'll call you right back.
Dr. Turner.
Look, I'm sorry I just showed up
at your house today, but...
The Baldung, they're witches.
It's a fucking coven.
And my mom's ring, it...
it has all the same markings.
Was she part of the cult?
I'm sorry, I...
I'll try you later.
Melody.
Dan?
Dan!
- Hello?
- Mel, where the fuck are you?
You said you'd come.
Get your ass over here.
I'm sorry. Uh...
I forgot. I'm... I'm on my way.
♪ All the girls
They're playing on a jelly roll ♪
♪ Time to take a ride
Time to take it in a midnight eye ♪
♪ And if you wanna go, get on below ♪
Melody! You fucking slut.
I can't believe you forgot.
I'm sorry, but I need
to tell you something.
Oh, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.
Mel, this is Gabby.
She's the genius curator
who put on this show.
Gabs, this is my best girl, Melody.
Your friend is on fucking fire.
You can't come back
to the Visser tonight, okay?
You need to go home.
Well, home is where the heart is,
and you are my heart.
- I'm serious.
- So...
We're leaving the Visser.
Both of us. Tonight.
You ready to see my stuff now? Come.
See?
Who is this?
I don't know.
What do you mean?
I don't know. I...
But she's in there.
What? In where?
I see her.
Okay, what is all this?
You know what it is.
It's the other place.
The paint. The paint lets you see it.
I am a Spirit Receiver now, Mel.
- Just like Eleanor.
- What?
Can I borrow her?
I promise to bring her back.
She's got fans to meet.
Mold.
It's the mold.
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know.
You tell me.
Cassandra had a painting of her
hanging in the apartment.
One of Eleanor's
crazy fucking spirit visions.
Maybe she gave Anabelle a peek.
I'm gonna get
another plastic cup of garbage wine.
You want some?
Melody.
What are you doing here?
Samuel says I need to see more art
if I'm gonna make art,
so Cassandra brought me along.
Does your mom know you're here?
I'm gonna go shoot some stuff.
She's not a child.
She's a bright young artist
who needs stimulation.
Okay, a crowd like this
could set her seizures off.
She's not an invalid, Melody.
Why can't you stop smothering?
My paintings
aren't for sale, okay? Fuck off!
If you didn't want to sell,
why the fuck are you even here?
To share them! With the world!
To show them where she is!
Listen. They paid in cash. Okay?
I don't care. Give it back.
I can't. The buyer wants
to remain anonymous.
Oh, bullshit.
- Thief. Fucking liar.
- Anabelle, it's okay.
Anabelle!
Planning on reimbursing me
my fucking commission?
- Anabelle, calm down.
- These are mine.
Leave them. You can paint more.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
They're mine, okay?
If you're not gonna
help me fucking save them,
then just stay the fuck away!
Cassandra's right.
You're always fucking smothering me!
Hold on one second.
Did you buy those paintings?
I'm sorry?
Don't fuck with me, Samuel.
Did you buy the paintings?
I'm sorry, I don't...
Anabelle's paintings.
At the gallery? At the fucking gallery?
I just saw you there.
Cassandra asked me to stop by as a favor.
I didn't buy any paintings.
What is going on with you and Cassandra?
What the fuck game are you playing?
- Game?
- I know about the sixth floor.
About the junkies you got locked up,
all strung out on your fucking Stardust.
Singing that song over and over.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
What the fuck is going on
in this building? Who are you?
- Who am I?
- Alistair Spare?
Samuel Grant?
Virgil Samuelson?
Father Russo found you out, didn't he?
All of your fake fucking names?
And that's why you
shoved him onto the tracks?
- He met you last night, didn't he?
- Turn it off. Turn off the camera.
What about my mother?
Was she part of your weird fucking cult?
Did you murder her too?
Stop, Melody, please.
You're clearly drunk
or high or out of your mind.
Answer the fucking question!
Somebody call an ambulance!
Holy shit.
Oh my God.
What the fuck?
What the fuck is going on here?
I know you're watching this.
Watching me.
You fucking liar.
You were there. You were there!
Who the fuck are you?
Samuel was my brother.
He had...
so much potential.
But he...
channeled it into all the wrong places.
Okay, what the fuck am I really doing here
and why am I restoring these tapes?
I believe Melody Pendras
murdered my brother.
I believe the evidence is in that footage.
What are you fucking talking about?
Samuel was...
charming,
eccentric,
prone to delusions of grandeur.
And yes, he did go down
quite a rabbit hole with that...
occult nonsense.
But he was harmless.
He was leading some kind of
fucked-up cult in that building!
Wasn't real, Dan.
It was just a bunch of
garage-sale knickknacks
and some gullible people
and Samuel's overactive imagination.
Bullshit.
Melody Pendras was
a traumatized young woman
who got it into her head
that her mother had lived in the Visser.
When she couldn't find Julia Bennett,
she lost her grip.
She took all of her loneliness and rage
and pointed it right back at my brother.
That didn't happen.
That's exactly what happened.
She bought into his ridiculous fiction,
decided Samuel
was the cause of all her troubles.
So, she set fire to that building
and killed my brother
- and all those other people with him.
- No.
You seen anything
to contradict what I'm saying?
She wouldn't do that.
You sit here alone, hour after hour,
watching a young woman share
her intimate thoughts and experiences,
her dreams, her pain.
- You think you know her.
- I do know her.
Melody clearly
had grievances with my brother.
She wanted to hurt him.
She wanted to make him pay.
And if she could do
something like that to him,
who's to say
she didn't do that to your family?
To your father?
Who's to say she didn't burn them all?
Haven't you always wondered if
it wasn't your father who set that fire?
What if he's innocent, Dan?
What if it was Melody Pendras?
What if she murdered your family?
That's fucking impossible.
Is it?
Finish those tapes, Dan.
Find out what really happened.
Maybe we'll both get some closure.
north of the city.
Scientists now say there
may be a biological reason that...
Live from WABC7,
you're watching The Morning Show
with Len Huntsman, Gloria Francis,
and Sheila Church
with the exclusive AccuWeather forecast.
Now, here's your eyewitness news.
Good morning, New York City.
It's 6:00 a.m. and 32 degrees out there.
I'm Len Huntsman.
And I'm Gloria Francis.
An unidentified man
was fatally struck by a train
after falling onto the tracks
late last night in Queens.
Authorities say there are
no witnesses to the accident
that happened at the Forest Hill
71st Avenue Station
at approximately 3:05 a.m.
Medics responded, but the victim
was pronounced dead at the scene.
...dead at the scene.
♪ Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia! ♪
Chia Pets grow in practically no time.
Follow the simple directions.
Add water, and watch your Chia Pet
grow right before your eyes!
Great for decorating.
Use them again and again all year round.
No matter where they're seen.
In a kitchen window, on a table,
a beautiful centerpiece, the office.
Just about anywhere.
Chia Pets make
a perfect gift for you and your friends.
Start growing
your own fun today with Chia Pets.
Melody.
Beatriz?
The man you saw.
The one that has a message for me.
Who is he?
Is he someone from the building?
Is he dead?
If you could just look one more time.
Please.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
No!
Don't let it out.
Don't let it out!
Dr. Turner?
Hello?
Dr. Turner's not here.
Did his office hours change?
I've tried calling and...
He's not holding office hours.
He's on leave.
What do you mean he's on leave?
Melody.
- What are you doing here?
- I need your help.
Please.
It's important.
Here you are.
I think I'm being haunted.
And why do you say that?
The day I moved into the Visser,
I, um, started having these dreams,
these conversations,
with a man I didn't know.
And when I'd wake up,
I couldn't remember his face
or what we talked about.
- A few days ago, I went to this séance.
- A séance?
Beatriz, the medium,
she started repeating his conversations
back to me, word for word,
and suddenly I could remember everything.
What he looks like, what he sounded like,
what we talked about.
Every fucking detail.
He said he was your son
and that his name was Dan.
Your son's name is Dan, right?
Danny, yes. But he's eight.
He said I died
in a fire.
And that I was in danger,
and that I should get out of the Visser.
And now every time I close my eyes,
I can see him.
Hey, what are you
really doing here, Melody?
I'm trying to ask you for help.
The department put me on leave.
Someone filed
an anonymous complaint against me.
It wasn't you?
No, why would it be?
Well, the complaint states
I violated university policy
by posting about a student
on an internet message board.
Did you post about me on a message board?
No. I mean, yes,
but I didn't identify you by name.
All right, six months ago,
a researcher put out a call
looking for subjects.
He was studying a group of people
who had certain sensitivities.
He called them "Baldung."
Now, the markers he described
were identical to yours.
The accounts of being pulled somewhere,
of feeling that same
kind of paralyzing terror.
And they all made drawings
exactly like yours.
Same patterns, same lines.
He said they had all shown
a genetic predisposition
to unusual psychic perception.
Did you talk to him?
I met with him,
and we went over your case.
He said you weren't a match.
Look, I'm sorry. I, uh...
I thought you came over here
with some kind of crazy ghost story
to get back at me.
So you're saying this could be real.
Melody,
I try to always leave room for
the unexplained corners of the universe.
But most likely, this is just anxiety
or your subconscious urging you
to abandon the search for your mother.
No, I'm not imagining things.
Okay.
I have it all on tape.
The séance, the cult meetings,
everything that has been
happening in that building.
I can show it to you.
Excuse me.
Look, I'm sorry, my family is here.
Here is a referral.
Hey, honey, this is, uh, Melody,
one of my students.
She came to drop off some research.
Nice to meet you.
Do you need
a ride back to the station?
I'll send you those tapes.
Hey.
Hey.
What's in the jar?
Have you been with Beatriz?
Is she gonna be okay?
Did she get the flowers Samuel sent?
She'll be fine. Don't worry.
Seriously, what's in there?
Where's it from?
Sorry.
Client confidentiality.
Is it for Samuel?
Anabelle?
Anabelle and Melody
are currently taking part
in a secret government
biosphere experiment.
Please leave a message
and they'll be contacted by robot.
Anabelle?
Are you there?
Pick up. I really need to talk to you.
Okay, just...
call me back.
I'm gonna page you.
Hi, Ms. Lewis. Um, is Jess here?
Yes.
Would it be all right
if I asked her a quick question?
Anabelle is gone, and I was hoping
she might have seen her.
She's doing her homework.
I'll let her know you came by.
Julia Bennett.
We call you now.
Melody is waiting.
Julia Bennett?
We call you now.
Melody is waiting.
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid I don't sense her
in the realm of the dead.
Wait.
There's someone else.
"I can get out of your way."
"Me too."
What the fuck?
"You died in a fire."
"At the Visser, 25 years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you crazy?"
"It's your footage."
"I'm trying to understand
what happened to you."
Stop it.
I know where Anabelle is.
Oh, darling, come in.
Have you been to see Beatriz?
Poor thing.
Obviously, if I had
had any idea she was so unstable,
I wouldn't have
asked her to do that reading.
I'm here to see Anabelle.
Anabelle?
Jess told me she saw her
moving her stuff into your apartment.
And that you told her not to tell me.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Anabelle?
You smother her, you know.
Excuse me?
You need to let her emerge from the cocoon
in which you keep her bound.
Give her the freedom
to find herself, to fly.
I can't stand by
and allow you to stifle Anabelle.
As my darling Eleanor
was stifled by her family.
Where is she, Cassandra?
She needed space to create,
so I gave her an apartment I own
on the sixth floor.
Which apartment?
Which apartment?
- This floor needs a key?
- Oh, you know these old buildings.
6C.
Anabelle?
Anabelle!
No, no, no, Mel! No, no, don't look.
Okay, stay back.
Don't look. They're not ready yet.
Okay, I'm not looking.
What are you doing up here?
Isn't it amazing?
This building, Mel.
This building is special.
It speaks to me. I...
I feel connected to something here.
Don't you?
I think we should leave.
Maybe your mom was an artist.
Maybe she came to this building
to create, to dream,
to forge a passage to another world,
just like Eleanor did.
Anabelle, we need to go home.
What?
Back to Brooklyn.
Back to our apartment.
I thought you wanted to find Julia.
I do. I...
I just don't think it's safe here.
You go.
I'm gonna stay. I...
need to get ready for my show.
What show?
The East Village Art Collective, Mel.
Someone dropped out last minute
and Cassandra got me a spot.
You have to come. Okay?
Free wine, hot girls, hot guys,
maybe ham sandwiches,
but I have to check on that.
- When? Tonight?
- Yeah, tonight.
Have you eaten today?
I said there would be sandwiches
and free wine, okay? I'm saving myself.
Goodbye. I love you.
Just get the fuck out.
Anabelle!
Anabelle, open the door. Anabelle!
So this is the sixth floor.
Fuck.
What the fuck are you doing here, Melody?
- Is it time? Did he send you?
- What?
Father Russo.
- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...
- Wait. Don't go. I need your help.
Hey, get the fuck away from her.
Go!
I told you to stay away from this floor.
Let's go.
- Who are those people?
- None of your business.
Ever turn that thing off?
- Why are they humming that song?
- Song?
That horrible fucking song
that I keep hearing in this building.
- Are they part of the cult too?
- Cult?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Why are they locked in?
It's for their own protection.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
It means they're addicts,
and drugs are the only thing that matter.
He's trying to protect them.
Who is?
Samuel.
His sister was an addict.
She froze to death in the park
when she was just a kid.
He said he didn't want anyone else
picking out coffins for their sisters,
so he rents out this floor for them,
keeps them warm.
Keeps them safe.
He's trying to do something good.
Dan?
Melody?
Please, I need to talk to you.
- Get out. Get the fuck down.
- Please.
Your friend said that I could trust you.
Anabelle.
- She said that you could help.
- Goddamn it, Anabelle.
She said you're looking
for your mother, Julia.
We can help each other.
Please, just...
just let me in.
Just... say my name?
That's right.
Chris Lee.
How long have you been here?
Two years, maybe... 20. I...
He doesn't...
He doesn't want us to leave.
He says he needs us to...
open a door.
Who needs you to open a door?
Don't worry,
I didn't give your friend a taste.
I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that.
A taste of what?
Stardust.
That's what brought us here.
That's what keeps us here.
What's Stardust? Heroin?
The mold.
It grows here.
It shimmers.
Haven't you seen it?
Running through this building
like deep, dark veins.
The walls,
the floors, the...
the lungs.
One hit?
It's like another world opens up.
And there's no going back.
Did you know Julia?
Did she live here?
Was she an addict too?
Uh, names are sort of...
whoosh.
Like something from the world out there,
not the world in here.
What does she look like?
I don't know.
Like me, I guess.
There was this woman.
She had your hair.
Same smile.
Same...
eyes.
But she's gone.
Where?
Where did she go?
Do... you hear it?
Hear what?
There's something in this place
that calls to you.
It...
It calls.
It calls.
And we call back.
Stop.
Stop it.
Stop it, please!
Can you help me find her?
Julia.
He said he'd give me a bed.
Who?
Father Russo. He...
He came by a couple weeks back
and said he'd send someone back
with a golden ticket.
You know what that is?
They give you a bed, free of charge,
no questions asked.
Rehab.
I wanna get clean, but...
It... It pulls you.
You know?
If I don't get out of here
real soon,
the ferryman's gonna come
and drag me to hell.
He's gonna drag us all to hell.
Get me a bed,
and I'll help you find Julia.
Okay.
Let's go. Let's go right now.
No! Fuck!
No! He'll see me. He'll come for me.
Who?
I'm not supposed to leave.
I need a ticket.
Get me a ticket right fucking now!
Or no deal.
What happened?
Father Russo.
He's gone.
What do you mean, "gone"?
Last night...
Late last night,
he fell in front of the train.
What?
I don't know why he was meeting someone
so late. He never went out that late.
But he was like that.
If someone was in trouble,
he'd drop everything to help.
Excuse me.
Fuck.
I wouldn't take it if I didn't need it.
What the hell?
Holy shit.
"Pedestal sculpture, Greenstone,
14th Century, provenance unknown."
"Entity known as Kaelego."
Kaelego.
"Is cited as both god and demon."
Oh my God. "Samuel Grant."
"Virgil Samuelson."
Who the fuck are you, Samuel?
"Alistair Spare."
"Baldung Coven."
What the fuck?
Can't get the door.
Here, let me try.
I am... I'm so sorry to do this.
It's just, he borrowed the book
several weeks ago,
and I need to return it to the university.
I can't afford to replace it
on an adjunct salary.
It's no problem.
He was such a wonderful man.
Mm.
And I know how much he admired you.
I think...
I think I'll just step out for a moment.
Of course.
- We're about to start the vigil.
- Oh.
I found it.
Thank you again.
- Hello, this is Emily.
- And this is Dan.
You've reached
the Turner residence.
We're not in right now, but leave
a message and we'll call you right back.
Dr. Turner.
Look, I'm sorry I just showed up
at your house today, but...
The Baldung, they're witches.
It's a fucking coven.
And my mom's ring, it...
it has all the same markings.
Was she part of the cult?
I'm sorry, I...
I'll try you later.
Melody.
Dan?
Dan!
- Hello?
- Mel, where the fuck are you?
You said you'd come.
Get your ass over here.
I'm sorry. Uh...
I forgot. I'm... I'm on my way.
♪ All the girls
They're playing on a jelly roll ♪
♪ Time to take a ride
Time to take it in a midnight eye ♪
♪ And if you wanna go, get on below ♪
Melody! You fucking slut.
I can't believe you forgot.
I'm sorry, but I need
to tell you something.
Oh, Gabby, Gabby, Gabby.
Mel, this is Gabby.
She's the genius curator
who put on this show.
Gabs, this is my best girl, Melody.
Your friend is on fucking fire.
You can't come back
to the Visser tonight, okay?
You need to go home.
Well, home is where the heart is,
and you are my heart.
- I'm serious.
- So...
We're leaving the Visser.
Both of us. Tonight.
You ready to see my stuff now? Come.
See?
Who is this?
I don't know.
What do you mean?
I don't know. I...
But she's in there.
What? In where?
I see her.
Okay, what is all this?
You know what it is.
It's the other place.
The paint. The paint lets you see it.
I am a Spirit Receiver now, Mel.
- Just like Eleanor.
- What?
Can I borrow her?
I promise to bring her back.
She's got fans to meet.
Mold.
It's the mold.
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know.
You tell me.
Cassandra had a painting of her
hanging in the apartment.
One of Eleanor's
crazy fucking spirit visions.
Maybe she gave Anabelle a peek.
I'm gonna get
another plastic cup of garbage wine.
You want some?
Melody.
What are you doing here?
Samuel says I need to see more art
if I'm gonna make art,
so Cassandra brought me along.
Does your mom know you're here?
I'm gonna go shoot some stuff.
She's not a child.
She's a bright young artist
who needs stimulation.
Okay, a crowd like this
could set her seizures off.
She's not an invalid, Melody.
Why can't you stop smothering?
My paintings
aren't for sale, okay? Fuck off!
If you didn't want to sell,
why the fuck are you even here?
To share them! With the world!
To show them where she is!
Listen. They paid in cash. Okay?
I don't care. Give it back.
I can't. The buyer wants
to remain anonymous.
Oh, bullshit.
- Thief. Fucking liar.
- Anabelle, it's okay.
Anabelle!
Planning on reimbursing me
my fucking commission?
- Anabelle, calm down.
- These are mine.
Leave them. You can paint more.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
They're mine, okay?
If you're not gonna
help me fucking save them,
then just stay the fuck away!
Cassandra's right.
You're always fucking smothering me!
Hold on one second.
Did you buy those paintings?
I'm sorry?
Don't fuck with me, Samuel.
Did you buy the paintings?
I'm sorry, I don't...
Anabelle's paintings.
At the gallery? At the fucking gallery?
I just saw you there.
Cassandra asked me to stop by as a favor.
I didn't buy any paintings.
What is going on with you and Cassandra?
What the fuck game are you playing?
- Game?
- I know about the sixth floor.
About the junkies you got locked up,
all strung out on your fucking Stardust.
Singing that song over and over.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
What the fuck is going on
in this building? Who are you?
- Who am I?
- Alistair Spare?
Samuel Grant?
Virgil Samuelson?
Father Russo found you out, didn't he?
All of your fake fucking names?
And that's why you
shoved him onto the tracks?
- He met you last night, didn't he?
- Turn it off. Turn off the camera.
What about my mother?
Was she part of your weird fucking cult?
Did you murder her too?
Stop, Melody, please.
You're clearly drunk
or high or out of your mind.
Answer the fucking question!
Somebody call an ambulance!
Holy shit.
Oh my God.
What the fuck?
What the fuck is going on here?
I know you're watching this.
Watching me.
You fucking liar.
You were there. You were there!
Who the fuck are you?
Samuel was my brother.
He had...
so much potential.
But he...
channeled it into all the wrong places.
Okay, what the fuck am I really doing here
and why am I restoring these tapes?
I believe Melody Pendras
murdered my brother.
I believe the evidence is in that footage.
What are you fucking talking about?
Samuel was...
charming,
eccentric,
prone to delusions of grandeur.
And yes, he did go down
quite a rabbit hole with that...
occult nonsense.
But he was harmless.
He was leading some kind of
fucked-up cult in that building!
Wasn't real, Dan.
It was just a bunch of
garage-sale knickknacks
and some gullible people
and Samuel's overactive imagination.
Bullshit.
Melody Pendras was
a traumatized young woman
who got it into her head
that her mother had lived in the Visser.
When she couldn't find Julia Bennett,
she lost her grip.
She took all of her loneliness and rage
and pointed it right back at my brother.
That didn't happen.
That's exactly what happened.
She bought into his ridiculous fiction,
decided Samuel
was the cause of all her troubles.
So, she set fire to that building
and killed my brother
- and all those other people with him.
- No.
You seen anything
to contradict what I'm saying?
She wouldn't do that.
You sit here alone, hour after hour,
watching a young woman share
her intimate thoughts and experiences,
her dreams, her pain.
- You think you know her.
- I do know her.
Melody clearly
had grievances with my brother.
She wanted to hurt him.
She wanted to make him pay.
And if she could do
something like that to him,
who's to say
she didn't do that to your family?
To your father?
Who's to say she didn't burn them all?
Haven't you always wondered if
it wasn't your father who set that fire?
What if he's innocent, Dan?
What if it was Melody Pendras?
What if she murdered your family?
That's fucking impossible.
Is it?
Finish those tapes, Dan.
Find out what really happened.
Maybe we'll both get some closure.