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Allow me to introduce you

to Lieutenant Colonel James

Smyth Burget.

First Baronet of

Easton and the director

of the East India

Trading Company.

The spring from whence all

our riches bubble forth.

- Really?

Grandpa?

- Um, many greats, but yes.

- Oh. Sounds great.

- Actually, he didn't

start that way.

He was volunteered into

the East India Army's

foreign cavalry where

apparently he was rather adept

at um, "converting the savages."

- New world term for

old world massacre.

- Uh-huh.

Promoted to Lieutenant

Colonel, given a directorship

in the company with shares.

- Kinda like buying a stock

in Apple Computers in 1976.

- Exactly.

- Wow, so you're a baron.

- No.

The title died with him,

but the shares gave birth

to a family of ne'er-do-wells

that continue to this day.

- And of course the

nouveau riche always settle

in the suburban neighborhoods.

- We prefer to call it "mingling

with the lower classes"

purely subterfuge for

our nefarious plots.

It's not the golden

ticket people imagine,

but it does allow us to travel

and pursue alternative

cancer treatments

whilst keeping a roof over

our heads and for that

I'll always be eternally

grateful to the old man.

- Sounds like a hell of a guy.

- The Maharaj called

him Burget, "the beast."

So you've got the

location right.

- More ancestors?

- Ah.

August and Drusilla.

Apples from the poison tree.

Great year.

- Yeah?

You sure?

- Definitely.

- You and Harold have children?

- Didn't stick.

- You two are just

great together.

A lot of people your age

don't have kids nowadays.

- My age?

You have no idea.

- I just meant that you both

seem really happy together.

- Every day, it's like

I won the lottery.

Every day.

- Um, Francine

your blouse is wet.

Might wanna...

- Let it dry.

Lighten up, doc.

You've got plenty of wardrobe

malfunctions coming your way.

- What do you mean?

- A breast-feeding mother

will lactate at the

sound of a baby.

Just the sound.

Even if you're not aware

of it, your body is.

And it behaves as if it

doesn't even belong to you.

- Hm.

- Thank you.

- Oh, any time.

- I hope not.

- You don't have to thank me.

- Yes we do.

- He only did what any

good neighbor would do.

- Yes but it was you.

- Do you remember much?

- Uh no, not really.

I remember being in

the basement and,

then I remember your face as

I went into the ambulance.

- "She's on fire."

That's what you kept on saying.

"She's on fire."

- I, um...

I saw something when

I went down there.

And it burnt me.

- Old wires.

- No.

It was a girl.

It was a little girl

screaming, on fire.

We've both seen her.

- You got off lucky.

- I'm not sure.

- We found a diary in the walls.

- It's a little girl's diary.

- Yeah, Rebecca thinks

that the little girl...

- Katie, her name's Katie.

- Katie is the little

girl in the diary.

Rebecca thinks that

she's the one that...

- Set you on fire.

- Yeah.

- I've seen her myself.

In dreams and in waking life.

This is something that I

never imagined believing

from somebody else but,

it's true.

I've felt it.

I've felt her.

- Do you know the history

of this neighborhood?

Anything that would make

this crazy sh*t make sense.

- Well.

The average house

price is going up 12.7%

but that's what my real

estate agent told me

when we bought the place so,

flaming girls weren't really

a sell point.

I'm sorry, guys.

- No, I guess so.

- Who

wants creme brulee?

- Oh.

You gotta be kidding.

My god.

Okay.

Get it together, Becks, come on.

All right.

All right.

Vanderhorst,

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst.

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst.

V, V, V, V, Vanderhorst.

Come on.

Really?

There we go.

V.

V for Vanderhorst.

Vanderhorst.

Okay.

All right.

V, V, V, where are you?

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst,

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst.

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst.

Where are you?

Vanderhorst.

Vanderhorst!

Vanderhorst, Vanderhorst.

Oh, Jesus.

Todd?

- Hello?

- Sweety?

- Rebecca.

- Rebecca, hello?

- - Todd.

Can you hear me? The

reception's kind of shaky.

I'm down in the basement.

- Yeah, okay.

- Listen, there's

nothing on her file.

It just stops as if she

transferred hospitals.

- That's because

she went missing.

- What?

- Honey, look for a

file on Linda Cruthers.

- Who is she?

- She's her alleged kidnapper.

She was sent to a

sanitarium nearby.

She might still be alive.

- Todd, what?

What?

- Hello?

Honey.

- Damnit.

Okay.

Cruthers.

Cruthers.

I don't understand.

Why isn't it here?

Sh*t.

Linda Cruthers.

- Hello?

Health Institute.

How may I help you?

- Hi, this is

Rebecca Jordan from Seeders.

Isn't Linda Cruthers still

a patient at your facility?

- What is this

in regards to, please?

- I was

hoping to visit her.

Ask her some questions?

- Are

you a family member?

- No, but...

- I'm sorry,

we don't allow visitors.

- My residency

is in neurology.

I was hoping to do a

medical evaluation of her.

- Has this been

cleared by your supervisor?

- Yes. They believe

she's a perfect candidate.

- Be here at 9AM.

Parking is in the

north-east corner.

Bring all necessary

paperwork and credentials.

- Oh excuse me, can

you tell me where...

- Okay?

You ready?

- Mm-hm.

Help me!

- May I help you?

- Um yes, we're here

to see Linda Cruthers.

- You called earlier?

- Yes.

- Credentials?

That's good, doctor.

I'm sure she'll be

real happy to see you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

No one's ever been to

see her but her children.

Not since I've been here.

- When was the last

time they visited?

- A few days ago.

Sign in, please.

You'll need these.

- Thank you.

- I'll take you.

I'll be right outside

if you need me.

- Thank you.

Mrs. Cruthers.

We need to talk to you.

I know it's been

a very long time,

but we need you to help us

find Katherine Vanderhorst.

- Or at least her remains.

- Mrs. Cruthers, you were the

last person to see her alive.

She wrote about

you in her diary.

Please.

Help us.

Do the right thing

and make this right.

- You destroyed lives,

families, with what you did.

Try to make it right,

before you die.

- Todd.

- No, no.

This woman is responsible

for some terrible sh*t.

This is her one chance.

- Clinically

insane, Todd.

- She's not responsible.

- - No.

I can't buy that, Becca.

Not with what we've seen.

This is a waste of time.

Let's go.

- Mr. Tickles.

Mr. Tickles.

- Did you say something?

- I missed you so

bad, Mr. Tickles.

- Did you give Katie

the teddy bear?

- Katie gave him to me.

For keeps.

No escapees.

- So Katie gave you the bear.

- Katie did.

Katie was Nancy Drew.

Me and Robbie,

were Bess and George.

We played adventures.

- Okay, Linda.

Where did you play?

Where did you go with Katie?

- Jungles.

In Africa.

In France, on the Eiffel Tower.

It hummed at us.

But the grass was soft.

And Mr. Tickles

always found the best

clues for Nancy.

- Linda, where is that?

Would Katie have

gone there alone?

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