Archive 81 (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
Do you believe in a world
other than our own?
Perhaps you've been
walking home late at night
and felt someone watching you,
but when you turn,
no one was there.
Perhaps you catch a glimpse of yourself
across a crowded room.
No, not a mirror,
but another you.
Some may turn away
from these strange occurrences
and never look back.
But others,
they may wonder
if they've caught a glimpse
into another world.
A dimension separated from ours
by the thinnest of veils.
A realm of infinite power
and infinite horror.
Where time is ever-expanding
and ever-contracting.
And if this other world exists,
some believe it lies
at the very center of...
the Circle.
Hey, Danny.
I can't believe you're eight.
You know, I remember
the first moment I saw you.
I thought to myself,
"Here is a boy that will love
stop-motion skeletons just as much as me."
Anyway, now you don't have to wait
for old dad to get out the projector.
Now you can watch all these greatest hits
until your eyeballs fall out.
Happy birthday, son.
I love you.
- Hello?
- Dan, I'm outside.
Mark?
I've been leaving you messages.
You can't say you're gonna launch
a rescue through time-space continuum
and not call me back.
You're not supposed to be here.
I was worried.
- Gonna let me in or not?
- I can't.
This whole place is under surveillance.
Seriously? Still living in a fishbowl?
I thought you would've
shut that shit down by now.
Hijacked the feed,
replaced it with 24-hour Tarkovsky.
I'm fine. I'm sorry you came all this way.
Dude, come on,
it took forever to get here.
I got lost,
I'm fucking freezing, I'm hungry.
I found Thomas Bellows.
Guy with the notebooks.
I found his girlfriend, um, Alicia Flores.
She said Davenport hired him,
like, six years ago,
offered him a shit ton of cash to digitize
a bunch of old VHS tapes, soap operas,
thousands of hours of stuff
from like 20, 30 years ago.
Wait, soap operas? Why?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
She signed some kind of, um, NDA
after the accident and...
Wait, what accident?
A few weeks after he wrapped the job here,
he died in a single-car accident
up in Nova Scotia.
She said Thomas lost his shit up here.
Like paranoid delusions, mania,
the whole nine yards.
You said you've been seeing things here.
You said you've been seeing Melody.
Mark,
I'm fine.
I promise.
Go home.
I'll see you when I get back.
Dan. Dan!
Fuck your fishbowl.
What...
What the fuck?
Okay.
It's, um...
I don't know what day it is,
but I woke up
in someone's apartment and I...
don't know where I am
and I don't know how I got here.
Melody Pendras?
We're following up on
the death of a tenant last night.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
I was at
an art show with a friend,
and then I walked home and, um...
talked to someone
who lives in the building,
and then he just...
Chris just...
fell.
Right in front of us.
So you knew the victim.
No.
I mean, um...
Yes, sort of.
I met him yesterday.
I was interviewing him
for a project here in the apartment.
Thank you for your time.
We'll be in touch
if we have more questions.
He didn't jump.
I know that's what you think,
but he didn't jump. He was pushed.
You saw someone push him?
No.
But I...
He wanted to get clean,
he wanted to get out.
There's this man in the building,
Samuel Spare, and he...
Professor Spare.
Yeah, we spoke to him this morning.
He said he was with you
at the time of the incident.
He is not who he says he is.
He is not a fucking professor.
Here, I have proof.
What? No, no, no. No.
He took them.
He took the books.
There's this priest from St. Albert's,
Father Russo.
He died on the subway tracks
the other night,
and I think Samuel pushed him too.
Maybe you and Chris weren't strangers?
- Maybe you were using together?
- What?
No. No, I don't do drugs.
Look, just go up to the sixth floor,
and there are all these people
locked up in there.
And Samuel has got them
hooked on this drug and it's...
Thank you for your time.
- Hello?
- Melody Pendras?
Yes.
This is Stuyvesant Health Center.
We're calling about a patient
named Anabelle Cho.
That's correct...
Anabelle?
Anabelle.
Hey.
Hey, what happened?
Why are you handcuffed to the bed?
She has a message.
She's in there.
Who has a message?
Anabelle.
Anabelle, what happened?
She broke a woman's jaw.
What?
Someone named Gabby Stanton.
She also stabbed a security officer
in the eye with a nail.
No, no, no, that... that can't be right.
She was hallucinating
when they brought her in last night.
Does she have a history of mental illness?
Schizophrenia or bipolar disorder?
- No, nothing like that.
- Any history of drug use?
Nothing came back on the tox screen,
but methamphetamines or ketamine
could cause a drug-induced psychosis.
What about mold?
Mold?
She's been using this paint.
I think it's made out of some kind of mold
that grows in our building.
The moment she started using it,
she was a completely different person.
It's possible.
Ingesting or breathing a neurotoxic mold
could cause hallucinations
or other kinds of neurological damage.
If I get you a sample, can you help her?
And please, can you take
those fucking handcuffs off?
She isn't this person.
Anabelle would never hurt someone.
Bring me the sample.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Okay.
Cassandra.
Cassandra!
Oh, well, you're quite a sight.
Where is it? The paint.
That poisonous fucking paint.
It's mold, isn't it? Toxic mold?
Mold?
I wouldn't know anything about that.
It's Eleanor's paint.
Where is it?
I'm afraid I gave it all to Anabelle.
You'll have to ask her.
Anabelle had a psychotic break last night.
But you know that, don't you?
You were there. You saw it happen.
You saw them arrest her.
We thought she was strong enough.
I thought she'd bear up.
What?
Well, we wouldn't let anyone else
have them, of course.
She opened a window.
I knew she was special
the moment I met her.
She's a true Spirit Receiver.
Just like my Eleanor.
Fuck Eleanor.
What did you do to her?
What window did she open?
Who is that woman in the paintings?
What the fuck did you do to Anabelle?
Melody.
I'm sorry.
You need to leave with me right now.
I'm not supposed to see you anymore.
What? Why?
Who told you that?
Samuel.
He says you're not well.
Okay, that's bullshit.
He's a liar, and I'm fine.
I think you should go.
Look, I can't let you stay here.
It's not safe.
Cassandra is not a good person
and neither is Samuel.
You don't have to come with me,
but I need you to leave this apartment.
No.
It's in the tea, isn't it?
You've been poisoning her the whole time,
just like you poisoned Anabelle.
Don't be ridiculous.
It's just tea.
You saw me buy it, Melody.
That jar I saw you with in the elevator,
it was mold, wasn't it?
Where did you get it?
Please.
I need to take a sample to the doctor.
I need to help Anabelle.
Jess.
She's sick.
She's very, very sick.
You need a key.
There you are.
This room is...
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Dan.
Everything's infested with mold.
Mold?
Mold.
The deck, the tapes, everything.
Where the fuck did it come from?
How did it get here?
Well, I... I don't know, Dan.
You were asked to be meticulous.
It's the same shit that
was growing at the Visser, okay?
What is it doing here?
How is this possible?
Dan, are you currently experiencing
a mental health emergency?
No.
'Cause I can send a professional
there right now, assess...
I'm not experiencing
a fucking mental health emergency.
If I remember right,
you requested
more than one deck in your specs when...
we were setting the place up.
That means there should be a spare unit.
Did you look for the spare unit?
Because if you choose
not to complete the job...
What the fuck?
How did you get in here?
Ratty, don't eat that... Okay.
Hey, hey, hey, Alicia.
So I thought I would go ahead
and keep a video log,
because I want you to have proof
of how much I fucking miss you.
Okay?
I don't know what's so top secret
about digitizing shitty old soaps, but...
no visitors allowed.
Holy fuck, Ratty.
Okay, well, I'm gonna get to it.
Thomas Bellows.
So, Davenport has me keeping a journal
so he knows I'm watching all this shit
and I'm not missing anything.
You wouldn't believe
how stupid these soaps are.
You know,
it's all aliens and identical twins.
Hey, my handwriting,
it's really gonna improve, babe.
Huh? Not bad, right?
Anyway,
you are not gonna believe my love letters.
Okay, babe,
I am about halfway through the tapes.
I just wish that I never had to sleep
because then I could be home faster.
I'm sorry about last night.
This... This job
is sucking the life out of me.
But we are gonna have enough
to pay off our student loans.
We're gonna have everything.
Tommy B. loves you, Alicia Flores.
Babe, you gotta see this.
This guy...
This guy had some kind of a...
a DNA company that he shut down.
Wellspring.
Okay?
But it looks like a crock of shit to me.
I mean, I think
it's just a big fucking front
for collecting personal data.
He's looking for someone, babe.
Who is he looking for?
And why the fuck is there blood
in these refrigerators?
Look at this.
I know you think I'm paranoid, babe.
You think I'm losing my shit.
But I just need to talk to you
and you won't take my calls...
There is a face in the screen, and...
I'm... I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy.
You see it?
You see it?
It's in there.
It's watching me.
Fuck you and your tapes, Patricia.
What did you get up to?
What did you get up to? Huh?
Fuck you!
What did you put in them?
What did you put in them? Huh?
Patricia.
I'm retired now.
I stay home and record things.
Soaps, honey.
But other things too.
I record as much as I can.
Started out with a real nice Betamax,
and now I have two VHS machines,
top of the line.
I feel like...
they have a message for me.
This is Mark Higgins
with Mystery Signals.
Please leave a detailed message
and I'll return your call
as soon as possible.
Okay, look, um...
about Thomas Bellows...
Those tapes he was digitizing, the soaps,
they belong to that woman from the Visser.
The fucking Visser.
He said...
He said he thought he saw something
in the tapes, some kind of face.
I think I saw it too.
At first I thought
I was imagining it, but...
Fuck. Come on.
You find
what you were looking for?
Davenport said you had
a problem with the equipment?
That you needed a replacement deck?
I found it.
There was someone here before me.
What was he doing? What happened to him?
Don't make the same mistake.
Finish the job.
Take the money. Walk away.
And never look back.
How the fuck did you get in here?
You just take off in the middle
of the day like that, professor?
There was an estate sale.
Well, where's George?
Had to let George go.
Huh.
Business is that good, huh?
What do you want, Mark?
I heard a rumor that
Evie Crest suffered a stroke last week.
Her son decided
to strip the estate for its parts
and sell off Granddaddy's archive.
Newly excavated tapes and all.
Come on, Jill, I know you've got them.
Only reason you know
about the Crest collection
is because of Dan's
weird obsession with The Circle.
I went by the museum last week.
They said he didn't work there anymore.
Yeah, he's out of town right now.
Where?
Sorry, that's classified.
It's not for sale. Especially not to you
and your shitty podcast.
Listen,
Dan's never gonna forgive you
for fucking the film festival guy,
even if you buy him this pony.
So you might as well
let me pay you for it.
Everybody wins.
Apparently,
William Crest was a real nutter.
He, uh, used to run with
those Agape Lodge guys in Los Angeles,
dabbled in Mankind United,
Theosophy, you name it.
But this stuff is different.
The papers he kept, they're all about some
obscure cult based in New York City,
the Vos Society.
I did some digging.
I couldn't find shit about them,
so they must have been
short-lived and very obscure.
And I don't know how he stumbled
on all this stuff in the first place, but...
he used all this research
to write The Circle.
The scripts aren't bad.
The woman in the middle,
she's the ringleader.
Iris Vos.
Very Madame Blavatsky.
She came over from Europe
after World War I,
made a fortune in textiles.
Evie Crest claimed that
The Circle was inspired by a...
snuff film her father saw at some
skull-and-bones party in the '40s.
Any chance that turned up too?
It's a copy.
Someone ran a print
and shot it with an 8-millimeter camera.
The footage was damaged to begin with,
so the 8-mill made it double shit.
Can't see much.
Holy shit.
The estate tried to unload this
on three other dealers first.
The rumor is...
this stuff is cursed.
The tapes, the books,
this film,
all of it.
Well then, today's your lucky day,
because I'm...
gonna take it all off your hands.
Just finish the job.
Finish the fucking job.
There you are.
I came back this morning
with coffee and croissants,
but, uh, you were already gone.
What the fuck
was I doing in your apartment?
How did I get there?
What did you do to me?
You really don't remember?
You fainted.
It was awful.
There was all that blood and I...
I didn't have a key to your apartment,
so I carried you up to mine. I'm...
I am so sorry if I scared you.
I just didn't want
to leave you on the street.
What is all this?
This... It's storage.
Well, it used to be storage
before it flooded a few years ago.
Need to store something?
John can get you a locker next door.
This.
What is this?
Wow, I don't... I don't know.
- It must be some kind of water damage.
- Bullshit.
You've been sending Jess down here
to scrape this shit off the walls.
You think I don't know about the drugs?
You think I don't know
that Cassandra puts this in Jess's tea?
Or that it's in the paint
that drove Anabelle insane?
What is it?
I guess if I had to answer that,
I would say it is, uh...
It's proof of our devotion.
It's a manifestation of the divine.
It's the matter of a shared universe.
Body and blood.
Let me show you something.
Melody, you have been
searching for answers your whole life.
I have those answers
if you're willing to listen.
Let me show you.
Did you know that the Visser
was built on the ruins of a mansion?
It belonged to the Vos family.
What...
What is that song?
It's not a song.
It's a prayer.
And I know that
it's painful for you to hear.
That's how I knew that
you were the one I was looking for.
That night,
at the opera.
"Entity known as Kaelego."
"Cited as both god and demon."
And just so you know,
I resent the word "cult."
We're pioneers.
Of the imagination.
We're voyagers.
We're seers.
Was my mother one of your seers?
No.
I'm sorry, I never knew your mother.
She never lived at the Visser.
I sent the letter to the convent.
What?
I was hoping
that you would come looking for
the thing you wanted most in the world.
And you did.
And Professor Turner was kind enough to...
to help me find you.
'Cause there aren't many of you out there.
Baldung.
I am so,
so very lucky that I found you.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Melody.
Please.
Take heart
that this time,
we're going to succeed.
And the whole of time...
will be as one.
I don't know what that's supposed to mean.
It...
means that I am merely
a link in the chain.
I'm a keeper of the flame.
What is that?
Yes, it's exactly the same space.
That's why you brought me here.
To slit my fucking throat.
No. No, no, no. Of course not.
We would never hurt you.
We can't. We couldn't.
We can't.
You...
You are perfectly safe.
We have our volunteer.
Your human sacrifice.
Our vessel.
Capable of holding a whole new world
inside of them.
And everything is possible
in this new world, Melody.
You will be reunited with her.
Your mother.
I promise.
Now open your mind.
Fuck you.
She was never here.
She was never here.
She was never here.
Get out. Get out.
Get the fuck out.
"A vessel."
"Someone to hold
a whole new world inside of them."
"A whole new world inside."
Do you think I could be more?
Than I am?
Like,
do I seem strong enough...
to hold a new world inside of me?
Oh, God.
Jess.
Jess!
Jess!
Erika!
Please, Jess, I need to talk to you.
They're not here.
What do you mean they're not here?
Where did they go?
Florida. They left last night.
That's a fucking lie.
I just saw her.
Jess!
They took her.
They took Jess.
I told you, the sixth floor is off-limits.
Where is she?
- What the fuck did you do with her?
- Don't know what you're talking about.
You fucking took her!
Jess! Jess, can you hear me?
Melody, Jess is gone.
No.
You're a fucking liar.
I'm not gonna let you do this to her.
I'm not going to let you do this.
Let's just go find someplace quiet
where we can talk.
Fuck you.
Melody Pendras?
We need you to come with us.
- Get the fuck away from me.
- Who are you? What are you doing?
- Sir, I need you to step back.
- No.
Please find me.
Please find me. Please find me.
Please find me. Please help.
Melody, you need to come with us.
Fuck you.
Hey, get your hands off of me!
What... What are you doing here?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Everything's gonna be fine.
No. No! No!
No, let me go!
- No, stop! Stop! Let me go!
- Melody, it's fine. We're gonna find you.
- No! Get off me!
- Melody, you're gonna be fine.
Get the fuck off me!
What the fuck?
Who's there?
Do you hear that?
You'd be lost without me.
Purgatory and carnage.
Quite the combination.
Who's there?
But it's been eating me alive
my whole life.
I just...
If there's any chance that she's here,
I need to find her.
I don't care if she doesn't wanna see me.
I need to know who I am.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
other than our own?
Perhaps you've been
walking home late at night
and felt someone watching you,
but when you turn,
no one was there.
Perhaps you catch a glimpse of yourself
across a crowded room.
No, not a mirror,
but another you.
Some may turn away
from these strange occurrences
and never look back.
But others,
they may wonder
if they've caught a glimpse
into another world.
A dimension separated from ours
by the thinnest of veils.
A realm of infinite power
and infinite horror.
Where time is ever-expanding
and ever-contracting.
And if this other world exists,
some believe it lies
at the very center of...
the Circle.
Hey, Danny.
I can't believe you're eight.
You know, I remember
the first moment I saw you.
I thought to myself,
"Here is a boy that will love
stop-motion skeletons just as much as me."
Anyway, now you don't have to wait
for old dad to get out the projector.
Now you can watch all these greatest hits
until your eyeballs fall out.
Happy birthday, son.
I love you.
- Hello?
- Dan, I'm outside.
Mark?
I've been leaving you messages.
You can't say you're gonna launch
a rescue through time-space continuum
and not call me back.
You're not supposed to be here.
I was worried.
- Gonna let me in or not?
- I can't.
This whole place is under surveillance.
Seriously? Still living in a fishbowl?
I thought you would've
shut that shit down by now.
Hijacked the feed,
replaced it with 24-hour Tarkovsky.
I'm fine. I'm sorry you came all this way.
Dude, come on,
it took forever to get here.
I got lost,
I'm fucking freezing, I'm hungry.
I found Thomas Bellows.
Guy with the notebooks.
I found his girlfriend, um, Alicia Flores.
She said Davenport hired him,
like, six years ago,
offered him a shit ton of cash to digitize
a bunch of old VHS tapes, soap operas,
thousands of hours of stuff
from like 20, 30 years ago.
Wait, soap operas? Why?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
She signed some kind of, um, NDA
after the accident and...
Wait, what accident?
A few weeks after he wrapped the job here,
he died in a single-car accident
up in Nova Scotia.
She said Thomas lost his shit up here.
Like paranoid delusions, mania,
the whole nine yards.
You said you've been seeing things here.
You said you've been seeing Melody.
Mark,
I'm fine.
I promise.
Go home.
I'll see you when I get back.
Dan. Dan!
Fuck your fishbowl.
What...
What the fuck?
Okay.
It's, um...
I don't know what day it is,
but I woke up
in someone's apartment and I...
don't know where I am
and I don't know how I got here.
Melody Pendras?
We're following up on
the death of a tenant last night.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
I was at
an art show with a friend,
and then I walked home and, um...
talked to someone
who lives in the building,
and then he just...
Chris just...
fell.
Right in front of us.
So you knew the victim.
No.
I mean, um...
Yes, sort of.
I met him yesterday.
I was interviewing him
for a project here in the apartment.
Thank you for your time.
We'll be in touch
if we have more questions.
He didn't jump.
I know that's what you think,
but he didn't jump. He was pushed.
You saw someone push him?
No.
But I...
He wanted to get clean,
he wanted to get out.
There's this man in the building,
Samuel Spare, and he...
Professor Spare.
Yeah, we spoke to him this morning.
He said he was with you
at the time of the incident.
He is not who he says he is.
He is not a fucking professor.
Here, I have proof.
What? No, no, no. No.
He took them.
He took the books.
There's this priest from St. Albert's,
Father Russo.
He died on the subway tracks
the other night,
and I think Samuel pushed him too.
Maybe you and Chris weren't strangers?
- Maybe you were using together?
- What?
No. No, I don't do drugs.
Look, just go up to the sixth floor,
and there are all these people
locked up in there.
And Samuel has got them
hooked on this drug and it's...
Thank you for your time.
- Hello?
- Melody Pendras?
Yes.
This is Stuyvesant Health Center.
We're calling about a patient
named Anabelle Cho.
That's correct...
Anabelle?
Anabelle.
Hey.
Hey, what happened?
Why are you handcuffed to the bed?
She has a message.
She's in there.
Who has a message?
Anabelle.
Anabelle, what happened?
She broke a woman's jaw.
What?
Someone named Gabby Stanton.
She also stabbed a security officer
in the eye with a nail.
No, no, no, that... that can't be right.
She was hallucinating
when they brought her in last night.
Does she have a history of mental illness?
Schizophrenia or bipolar disorder?
- No, nothing like that.
- Any history of drug use?
Nothing came back on the tox screen,
but methamphetamines or ketamine
could cause a drug-induced psychosis.
What about mold?
Mold?
She's been using this paint.
I think it's made out of some kind of mold
that grows in our building.
The moment she started using it,
she was a completely different person.
It's possible.
Ingesting or breathing a neurotoxic mold
could cause hallucinations
or other kinds of neurological damage.
If I get you a sample, can you help her?
And please, can you take
those fucking handcuffs off?
She isn't this person.
Anabelle would never hurt someone.
Bring me the sample.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Okay.
Cassandra.
Cassandra!
Oh, well, you're quite a sight.
Where is it? The paint.
That poisonous fucking paint.
It's mold, isn't it? Toxic mold?
Mold?
I wouldn't know anything about that.
It's Eleanor's paint.
Where is it?
I'm afraid I gave it all to Anabelle.
You'll have to ask her.
Anabelle had a psychotic break last night.
But you know that, don't you?
You were there. You saw it happen.
You saw them arrest her.
We thought she was strong enough.
I thought she'd bear up.
What?
Well, we wouldn't let anyone else
have them, of course.
She opened a window.
I knew she was special
the moment I met her.
She's a true Spirit Receiver.
Just like my Eleanor.
Fuck Eleanor.
What did you do to her?
What window did she open?
Who is that woman in the paintings?
What the fuck did you do to Anabelle?
Melody.
I'm sorry.
You need to leave with me right now.
I'm not supposed to see you anymore.
What? Why?
Who told you that?
Samuel.
He says you're not well.
Okay, that's bullshit.
He's a liar, and I'm fine.
I think you should go.
Look, I can't let you stay here.
It's not safe.
Cassandra is not a good person
and neither is Samuel.
You don't have to come with me,
but I need you to leave this apartment.
No.
It's in the tea, isn't it?
You've been poisoning her the whole time,
just like you poisoned Anabelle.
Don't be ridiculous.
It's just tea.
You saw me buy it, Melody.
That jar I saw you with in the elevator,
it was mold, wasn't it?
Where did you get it?
Please.
I need to take a sample to the doctor.
I need to help Anabelle.
Jess.
She's sick.
She's very, very sick.
You need a key.
There you are.
This room is...
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Dan.
Everything's infested with mold.
Mold?
Mold.
The deck, the tapes, everything.
Where the fuck did it come from?
How did it get here?
Well, I... I don't know, Dan.
You were asked to be meticulous.
It's the same shit that
was growing at the Visser, okay?
What is it doing here?
How is this possible?
Dan, are you currently experiencing
a mental health emergency?
No.
'Cause I can send a professional
there right now, assess...
I'm not experiencing
a fucking mental health emergency.
If I remember right,
you requested
more than one deck in your specs when...
we were setting the place up.
That means there should be a spare unit.
Did you look for the spare unit?
Because if you choose
not to complete the job...
What the fuck?
How did you get in here?
Ratty, don't eat that... Okay.
Hey, hey, hey, Alicia.
So I thought I would go ahead
and keep a video log,
because I want you to have proof
of how much I fucking miss you.
Okay?
I don't know what's so top secret
about digitizing shitty old soaps, but...
no visitors allowed.
Holy fuck, Ratty.
Okay, well, I'm gonna get to it.
Thomas Bellows.
So, Davenport has me keeping a journal
so he knows I'm watching all this shit
and I'm not missing anything.
You wouldn't believe
how stupid these soaps are.
You know,
it's all aliens and identical twins.
Hey, my handwriting,
it's really gonna improve, babe.
Huh? Not bad, right?
Anyway,
you are not gonna believe my love letters.
Okay, babe,
I am about halfway through the tapes.
I just wish that I never had to sleep
because then I could be home faster.
I'm sorry about last night.
This... This job
is sucking the life out of me.
But we are gonna have enough
to pay off our student loans.
We're gonna have everything.
Tommy B. loves you, Alicia Flores.
Babe, you gotta see this.
This guy...
This guy had some kind of a...
a DNA company that he shut down.
Wellspring.
Okay?
But it looks like a crock of shit to me.
I mean, I think
it's just a big fucking front
for collecting personal data.
He's looking for someone, babe.
Who is he looking for?
And why the fuck is there blood
in these refrigerators?
Look at this.
I know you think I'm paranoid, babe.
You think I'm losing my shit.
But I just need to talk to you
and you won't take my calls...
There is a face in the screen, and...
I'm... I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy.
You see it?
You see it?
It's in there.
It's watching me.
Fuck you and your tapes, Patricia.
What did you get up to?
What did you get up to? Huh?
Fuck you!
What did you put in them?
What did you put in them? Huh?
Patricia.
I'm retired now.
I stay home and record things.
Soaps, honey.
But other things too.
I record as much as I can.
Started out with a real nice Betamax,
and now I have two VHS machines,
top of the line.
I feel like...
they have a message for me.
This is Mark Higgins
with Mystery Signals.
Please leave a detailed message
and I'll return your call
as soon as possible.
Okay, look, um...
about Thomas Bellows...
Those tapes he was digitizing, the soaps,
they belong to that woman from the Visser.
The fucking Visser.
He said...
He said he thought he saw something
in the tapes, some kind of face.
I think I saw it too.
At first I thought
I was imagining it, but...
Fuck. Come on.
You find
what you were looking for?
Davenport said you had
a problem with the equipment?
That you needed a replacement deck?
I found it.
There was someone here before me.
What was he doing? What happened to him?
Don't make the same mistake.
Finish the job.
Take the money. Walk away.
And never look back.
How the fuck did you get in here?
You just take off in the middle
of the day like that, professor?
There was an estate sale.
Well, where's George?
Had to let George go.
Huh.
Business is that good, huh?
What do you want, Mark?
I heard a rumor that
Evie Crest suffered a stroke last week.
Her son decided
to strip the estate for its parts
and sell off Granddaddy's archive.
Newly excavated tapes and all.
Come on, Jill, I know you've got them.
Only reason you know
about the Crest collection
is because of Dan's
weird obsession with The Circle.
I went by the museum last week.
They said he didn't work there anymore.
Yeah, he's out of town right now.
Where?
Sorry, that's classified.
It's not for sale. Especially not to you
and your shitty podcast.
Listen,
Dan's never gonna forgive you
for fucking the film festival guy,
even if you buy him this pony.
So you might as well
let me pay you for it.
Everybody wins.
Apparently,
William Crest was a real nutter.
He, uh, used to run with
those Agape Lodge guys in Los Angeles,
dabbled in Mankind United,
Theosophy, you name it.
But this stuff is different.
The papers he kept, they're all about some
obscure cult based in New York City,
the Vos Society.
I did some digging.
I couldn't find shit about them,
so they must have been
short-lived and very obscure.
And I don't know how he stumbled
on all this stuff in the first place, but...
he used all this research
to write The Circle.
The scripts aren't bad.
The woman in the middle,
she's the ringleader.
Iris Vos.
Very Madame Blavatsky.
She came over from Europe
after World War I,
made a fortune in textiles.
Evie Crest claimed that
The Circle was inspired by a...
snuff film her father saw at some
skull-and-bones party in the '40s.
Any chance that turned up too?
It's a copy.
Someone ran a print
and shot it with an 8-millimeter camera.
The footage was damaged to begin with,
so the 8-mill made it double shit.
Can't see much.
Holy shit.
The estate tried to unload this
on three other dealers first.
The rumor is...
this stuff is cursed.
The tapes, the books,
this film,
all of it.
Well then, today's your lucky day,
because I'm...
gonna take it all off your hands.
Just finish the job.
Finish the fucking job.
There you are.
I came back this morning
with coffee and croissants,
but, uh, you were already gone.
What the fuck
was I doing in your apartment?
How did I get there?
What did you do to me?
You really don't remember?
You fainted.
It was awful.
There was all that blood and I...
I didn't have a key to your apartment,
so I carried you up to mine. I'm...
I am so sorry if I scared you.
I just didn't want
to leave you on the street.
What is all this?
This... It's storage.
Well, it used to be storage
before it flooded a few years ago.
Need to store something?
John can get you a locker next door.
This.
What is this?
Wow, I don't... I don't know.
- It must be some kind of water damage.
- Bullshit.
You've been sending Jess down here
to scrape this shit off the walls.
You think I don't know about the drugs?
You think I don't know
that Cassandra puts this in Jess's tea?
Or that it's in the paint
that drove Anabelle insane?
What is it?
I guess if I had to answer that,
I would say it is, uh...
It's proof of our devotion.
It's a manifestation of the divine.
It's the matter of a shared universe.
Body and blood.
Let me show you something.
Melody, you have been
searching for answers your whole life.
I have those answers
if you're willing to listen.
Let me show you.
Did you know that the Visser
was built on the ruins of a mansion?
It belonged to the Vos family.
What...
What is that song?
It's not a song.
It's a prayer.
And I know that
it's painful for you to hear.
That's how I knew that
you were the one I was looking for.
That night,
at the opera.
"Entity known as Kaelego."
"Cited as both god and demon."
And just so you know,
I resent the word "cult."
We're pioneers.
Of the imagination.
We're voyagers.
We're seers.
Was my mother one of your seers?
No.
I'm sorry, I never knew your mother.
She never lived at the Visser.
I sent the letter to the convent.
What?
I was hoping
that you would come looking for
the thing you wanted most in the world.
And you did.
And Professor Turner was kind enough to...
to help me find you.
'Cause there aren't many of you out there.
Baldung.
I am so,
so very lucky that I found you.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Melody.
Please.
Take heart
that this time,
we're going to succeed.
And the whole of time...
will be as one.
I don't know what that's supposed to mean.
It...
means that I am merely
a link in the chain.
I'm a keeper of the flame.
What is that?
Yes, it's exactly the same space.
That's why you brought me here.
To slit my fucking throat.
No. No, no, no. Of course not.
We would never hurt you.
We can't. We couldn't.
We can't.
You...
You are perfectly safe.
We have our volunteer.
Your human sacrifice.
Our vessel.
Capable of holding a whole new world
inside of them.
And everything is possible
in this new world, Melody.
You will be reunited with her.
Your mother.
I promise.
Now open your mind.
Fuck you.
She was never here.
She was never here.
She was never here.
Get out. Get out.
Get the fuck out.
"A vessel."
"Someone to hold
a whole new world inside of them."
"A whole new world inside."
Do you think I could be more?
Than I am?
Like,
do I seem strong enough...
to hold a new world inside of me?
Oh, God.
Jess.
Jess!
Jess!
Erika!
Please, Jess, I need to talk to you.
They're not here.
What do you mean they're not here?
Where did they go?
Florida. They left last night.
That's a fucking lie.
I just saw her.
Jess!
They took her.
They took Jess.
I told you, the sixth floor is off-limits.
Where is she?
- What the fuck did you do with her?
- Don't know what you're talking about.
You fucking took her!
Jess! Jess, can you hear me?
Melody, Jess is gone.
No.
You're a fucking liar.
I'm not gonna let you do this to her.
I'm not going to let you do this.
Let's just go find someplace quiet
where we can talk.
Fuck you.
Melody Pendras?
We need you to come with us.
- Get the fuck away from me.
- Who are you? What are you doing?
- Sir, I need you to step back.
- No.
Please find me.
Please find me. Please find me.
Please find me. Please help.
Melody, you need to come with us.
Fuck you.
Hey, get your hands off of me!
What... What are you doing here?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Everything's gonna be fine.
No. No! No!
No, let me go!
- No, stop! Stop! Let me go!
- Melody, it's fine. We're gonna find you.
- No! Get off me!
- Melody, you're gonna be fine.
Get the fuck off me!
What the fuck?
Who's there?
Do you hear that?
You'd be lost without me.
Purgatory and carnage.
Quite the combination.
Who's there?
But it's been eating me alive
my whole life.
I just...
If there's any chance that she's here,
I need to find her.
I don't care if she doesn't wanna see me.
I need to know who I am.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.
Please help. Please find me.