Can't Take It Back Page #3

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- It's the only way I can do it.

- Stop. Stop.

Stop! Nicky, stop!

- [ screams ]

- Stop! Stop!

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ dispatch radio chatter ]

- [ sobbing ]

- I just, um--

I don't believe it, you know?

- You shouldn't be here.

You shouldn't be here.

- This doesn't make sense.

Everyone thought

it was because of...

that video or Amber...

and that she

couldn't deal with it.

But there was something else,

something she wouldn't tell me.

- I don't know

what you're talking about.

- You're Kristen Shaw?

- Yes.

- I'm Detective Preston.

Look, I know this is

about the last thing

you wanna talk about right now,

but I have to ask you.

- I already told your partner

everything that I know.

- Did Nicole ever use drugs?

CLINT:
Really?

- Look, I need to know

what she was doing

and who she was doing it with.

We'll talk later,

and I'm sorry

about your friend.

- I know you know

what it is, Kristen,

but she wouldn't tell me.

I know you know what it is,

so tell me, Kristen.

Look me in the eyes,

- and tell me what happ--

- Hey!

Back off, dude.

- Seriously?

- Seriously.

[ Kristen crying ]

- She--She--She...

- Come on.

[ crickets chirping ]

[ sighs ]

Okay, what if

it was someone she knew,

someone just messing with you?

- She's in my mind.

Jake, she--

she was in Nicole's, too.

She drove Amber insane.

- I can't believe

I'm saying this,

but why would she haunt you?

You didn't even know her,

Kristen.

- Amber found

Morgan's profile online,

that it was still up,

and she posted on it,

said some mean sh*t,

and Nicole did, too,

and then I did.

And we're the only three people

that have posted on her page

since she died.

Do you know

anything else about her,

like where she lived or who

her parents were or where--

- The kids who went to her

school said all kinds of sh*t.

I don't know

if any of it was true.

- What about the teachers

at St. Francis?

I mean,

they must know something.

- Look, you gotta stop thinking

about her teachers,

stop thinking about her.

You're in shock.

You need sleep,

- and when you wake up--

- Sho--

I can't f***ing sleep, not now.

- Yeah, they're for anxiety.

That's perfect.

- Yeah, my Mom would notice.

- Hey.

Okay, please let me help.

- What, do I just take one?

- Two.

We can find out more tomorrow.

[ kisses ]

Come on.

[ traffic honking ]

[ school bell rings ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ students laugh ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ telephone rings ]

[ door closes ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ shirt rips ]

- What the hell?

[ wind blowing ]

Wish I hadn't been such a dick

to the Goth kids.

[ door creaking ]

[ clock ticking ]

[ door creaking ]

- Someone there?

Hello?

[ panting ]

[ voices whispering ]

[ whispering fades ]

[ gasps ]

[ gasps ]

[ gasps ]

[ door slams ]

[ gasps ]

- [ slam ]

- [ gasps ]

[ panting ]

[ cracking ]

[ cracking ]

[ joints cracking ]

- [ screams ]

- [ screams ]

[ panting ]

[ gasps ] Oh, God.

[ grunts ]

- [ screams ]

- [ panting ]

[ girl crying ]

[ crying continues ]

[ crying continues ]

[ flashlight crackling ]

- F***.

- [ laughter ]

[ girl crying ]

[ liquid oozing ]

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

She won't let me stop!

- [ screams ]

[ panting ]

[ siren passing ]

- She came to me for therapy,

back when I was in residency.

I've seen a lot

of anxious, depressed kids.

I never met anyone like her.

She...

just knew things

about everyone she met.

She never realized

how much it scared other people.

I had an idea of how

she could control

her interactions with others.

I, uh--

I encouraged her to go online.

First, it was wonderful.

She was

making connections and...

growing up to be

the most beautiful girl.

That's when she met a boy...

or at least

someone claiming to be.

They never met in real life.

He told her

he had a crush on her,

wanted her

to send him a picture.

You can guess what kind.

She just wanted to have

someone in her life so badly.

- And this boy, whoever it was,

he was the one that leaked it

to the rest of the school.

- The things they said

to her after that, I--

In person, it was bad,

but online...

just too much.

I can still hear her screaming.

- [ wailing ]

[ sobbing ]

[ sobbing fades ]

- So what--what happened?

I mean, how did she--

- Her grandmother

lost faith in us...

said we didn't understand.

She took Morgan away.

Three weeks later,

Morgan was dead.

- Okay, uh,

well, her grandmother, then,

I mean, who is she?

- She was some kind

of fortuneteller.

- Where did she take Morgan?

- Said they were gonna find

someplace safe

for people like them.

- People like them?

- That's all I know.

- Ah, I'm so glad you're here.

Look, I--I don't know

what to do.

- Okay, he--he's--

- I'm just happy you're safe.

We'll figure this out,

I promise,

but right now,

we really have to hurry.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on.

- Oh, man. F***.

He's not answering.

What do we do, text him?

- Yeah, just--

just f***ing text him.

I want to know what he's doing.

- Unlock the goddamn door!

All right.

Found out

something you want to know,

but first, tell me what

you've been hiding about Nicole.

Huh?

- Tell him.

- Amber and Nicole

weren't crazy, okay?

S-Something was after them.

- Something named Morgan?

- How did you know that?

- This was Amber's.

Okay, it says spirits

can't cross anything

made of cold iron.

That's why old cemeteries

have iron fences.

It keeps the dead inside.

Now, Amber, she used nails.

She drew sh*t in iron filings.

- Okay, her grandmother said

she wanted to keep Morgan

somewhere safe, right?

- Yeah.

- Well, if she believed

in this cold-iron thing,

I know where they went.

- All right,

then hit the gas, Magneto.

- No. No,

someone has to stay behind

in case we don't come back.

- Wow.

F*** you guys, then.

Good luck.

[ distant siren blaring ]

[ Jake sighs ]

[ dog barking ]

- "Maya."

[ bird squawks ]

[ doorbell rings ]

[ lock clicks ]

Hi.

Uh, um...

we--we'd like

a reading, please.

- I'm closed.

- It'll be a quick one--

Just--I have cash.

- What's so important you need

a reading at 11:
00 at night?

- She's being haunted.

Evil spirits stay up late.

- Can't be too careful.

- What makes

the spirit of a person

stay in this world

after they die?

- There are many reasons.

Sh*t.

- Mrs. Rose, her...

- What if the spirit

was a psychic?

When they were alive, I mean.

- It's time you told me

why you're really here.

- It's about your granddaughter.

- What do you want with her?

- It's her soul.

It's not at rest.

Mrs. Rose...

- Call me Maya.

Morgan had the gift

like no one else in our family.

She felt what you felt.

She saw through your eyes.

She was too young

to understand all that.

The other children

left her alone,

but she was never lonely.

She could feel their presence.

When she got older,

she wanted to have friends.

That doctor told her

to use the computer,

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