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(Static)

(man's voice, distorted)

Hey, man, you ever hear

the superstition

that photographs steal

part of your soul?

Yeah, kinda.

Okay, well,

some people still believe that.

And then Louis Le Prince comes

along and shoots a movie.

The exact replica

of a living breathing person.

Not a frozen moment

like a photograph,

but something that moved,

something made of light. Like a ghost.

Legend evolved that Louis Le Prince

found a way to steal

not just part of your soul

but the entire thing.

So how does that relate to anything?

Wylie:

I'm getting to that.

Louis Le Prince had a son,

his name was Adolphe.

That's his real name, by the way.

Perfect for my story. But anyway,

Adolphe was in his first movie,

"Roundhay Garden."

The legend is that Louis shot the movie

so that he could steal his soul

and replace it with his own...

a dark twisted evil one.

And that soul, the demonic one,

could be passed down

through the bloodline,

possessing one child

from each generation,

father to son,

getting stronger each time.

Sounds like you're making this up.

No no, if you don't believe me,

you can look it up.

It's on the internet.

If it's on the internet,

then it must be true.

Know what?

Let me get this movie for you, man,

'cause you think I'm playing.

Here you go. "Roundhay Garden"

is on that. Check it out.

And by the way,

all the people in that movie...

they died.

So? It was like over 100 years ago.

Of course they died.

No, they all died right

after they made the movie.

(Rock music playing)

- A night out, going out of control

I believe you wanna...

(Cellphone rings)

- I'm annoying with your voice.

- Inside my head...

- Hello. Nate?

Hello, can you hear me?

- Okay, who is this?

- Quinn:
Look at the camera.

What the f*** are

you talking about?

- There's no camera in my room.

- Look again.

(whirring)

(mouths)

(static) (distorted screaming)

- Julian:
So that's it?

- Yeah, I told you it was short.

And all those people died

right after making the movie?

Yup, that's what make the legend

so freaking legendary.

Hey, you know Le Prince's great-great-

great-grandson lived here in Marshall?

Yeah yeah,

that's kinda why I'm interested.

I'm doing a report on him for school.

Wait a minute, you doing a report

on Harlan Diehl for school?

- Yeah.

- That's f***ing weird.

Hey, whatever.

Hey, I hope I was helpful.

Yeah, definitely.

Now I know the reason

he killed his whole family...

he was possessed.

(Honking)

What the f*** are you doing here?

- This is my house.

- I need to talk to you.

What happened to your face?

I got the Baker girl.

The camera's in her bedroom.

(Breathes heavily)

Bedroom. Holy sh*t.

I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

I need something from a police file.

(Chuckles) Trespassing

I could probably get off your record.

Breaking and entering...

that's a little different.

Why don't you give me the stuff

you have from the bedroom,

- I'll see what I can do.

- No, not my record.

I need something

from the Harlan Diehl files.

What do you know about Harlan Diehl?

I know that the police took boxes

of video tapes from the farmhouse.

- What the f*** do you want those for?

- Does it really matter?

Yeah yeah, it matters.

Harlan Diehl videotaped

everything, right?

Including his sister.

She's, what, probably naked

in half of them?

Well, I've got a client that

would like to see that footage.

What client?

What, you have clients?

What, you think you're

the only sick f*** in this town?

- Huh?

- You're out of your f***ing mind.

- I'm not getting you those.

- Then I can't get you the girl.

Hey, are you trying

to strong-arm me, pal? Huh?

- I'm motivating you.

- With all the sh*t I have on you,

- I could bury you, punk.

- Likewise.

Well, I guess we're gonna have

to do this the hard way then.

(Engine starts, rewing)

- The f*** does that mean?

Hey, what the f***

does that mean?

Little did I know

sh*t would get so crazy.

So fast, so maybe I'll get baked

on the daily, put my feet up.

- Let my mind go hazy...

(honking)

Little did I know sh*t

would get this gnarly.

This quickly, I hardly

had time to think...

Baby, come on.

Brianna.

Oh man. Come on!

Baby, we're gonna be late!

Baby, come on.

We've gotta go.

Brianna.

Brianna, come on, baby.

Jesus. Baby, come on,

we gotta go.

Little did I know

sh*t would get so crazy.

So fast, so maybe

I'll get baked on the daily.

Put my feet up,

let my mind go hazy...

I'm really sorry I was late, Bri.

I'm gonna make it up

to you, I promise.

You know, I bet we only miss

the opening band anyway, so who cares?

If your apartment is

the place to be, if you eat...

Come on.

Please just talk to me.

Say something.

This is just getting weird.

- Baby, what's the matter?

(puking)

F*** off!

You all right?

(Chuckles) Bri, what's wrong?

Well, I suggest you switch

your mind state...

Jesus. Did you start

drinking already?

Okay, well, I suggest you switch

your mind state...

Ah!

- F***! You broke my nose.

(music stops)

(Nate groaning)

(snaps)

(screams, moaning)

(siren chirps)

Hey, Lyons,

Lieutenant wants to see ya.

(sighs)

(phones ringing)

(keyboards clacking)

You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?

Yeah, Frank, sit down.

You know any of the kids

down at Franklin?

Any of the high school kids?

Uh, a few. Why?

You know Nathan Bronson?

Yeah, what about him?

Well, his mother called dispatch.

He didn't come home last night.

(Chuckles)

I'm surprised

she came home at all last night.

I saw her sucking face with

old Hank Hennessy down at the tavern.

Go down to the school

on your way home,

see what his friends say.

It's probably nothing,

but I want you to check.

(Chuckles)

Is that it, Lieutenant?

That's it, Frank.

Sure you don't want me to help an old

lady cross the street on my way back?

It might not be a bad idea, Frank.

From what I'm hearing,

your reputation could use a polish.

(Chuckles)

DeeDee:

How long is it?

Riley:

Uh, about 15 minutes.

We're still working on it.

Yeah, that's why we just

wanna run it by you.

Oh, you want me

to give you notes.

- Julian:
Not really notes, so to speak.

(siren chirps)

Me? Why does

he wanna talk to me?

(Door opens)

(police radio chatter)

- How are ya?

(door shuts)

Hi.

What's your name?

DeeDee...

DeeDee Baker.

Nervous, DeeDee?

A little bit.

There ain't anything

to be nervous about.

My name is Officer Lyons.

I just wanna ask you

a few questions.

Okay.

- You're not in any trouble.

- I hope not,

'cause I can't think

of anything I did wrong.

You're a...

you're a good girl, are ya?

I'm very responsible,

if that's what you mean.

Next thing you know, you'll be

telling me you're in the choir.

(Chuckles)

- As matter of fact, I am.

Um, Mr. Carpenter,

does he still teach the choir?

I used to be in the choir myself.

I was a baritone.

(chuckles)

(radio chatter continues)

Hey, um, so how...

how do you know Nathan Bronson?

He's my sister's boyfriend.

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