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in my own backyard.

Uh, question.

What?

How does a medieval artifact end up

in Vannacutt's loony bin, anyway?

Vannacutt was a big art collector,

traveled all across the world.

He believed art could be therapeutic.

You know, soothe disturbed minds.

Heh. Isn't that the way you feel about

your action-figure collection, Kyle?

Ow. Not funny.

Lovely, isn't it?

Who needs the journal when

you got the best gear money can buy?

Now, listen up, class.

GPR, ground-penetrating radar.

Emits an electromagnetic signal.

Allows you to locate anomalies

or hollow spaces.

Huh.

Oh, my God, you're right. It so works.

All right. You're coming with us.

- Why?

- Well, your sister was obsessed...

...with the house. Um...

I figure she told you a thing or two

that could prove useful.

Why would I help the man

that killed my sister?

Because you don't want me to become

the man who killed your boyfriend.

Sam's gonna stay here with pretty boy.

Make sure you don't get any funny ideas,

because Samuel will kill you.

Right, Samuel?

Huh?

Oh, yeah, I'll kill you.

See?

I'll be okay.

All right.

Let's crash this party.

Get off. Get off me.

What's going on?

Looks like we've got visitors.

Ariel. What are you doing here?

Desmond.

Oh, sh*t.

Ariel, why did you

bring these people here?

Mmm... She didn't.

We just kind of let ourselves in.

Guess what I found.

What's going on? You know this a**hole?

Desmond Niles,

a former student of mine.

"A**hole." That's not very friendly, Ariel.

And actually, Richie boy...

...nowadays, I'm not your student...

...I'm your competition.

Who's your buyer? Maxwell? Rupert?

A gentleman never kisses and tells.

This statue belongs in a museum,

not in the hands of some private collector.

I got 5 million reasons that say otherwise.

How did you find out about the journal?

This is where it gets ugly.

Why am I not surprised?

Michelle, what the hell's going on here?

It's really simple, honey.

I'm about to graduate.

Am I gonna teach a bunch of freshmen...

...the difference between Homo erectus...

...and Homo sapiens?

Or am I gonna sit on a yacht

and work on my tan?

How can you be saying these things?

What did he do to you?

- Everything?

- Yeah.

That you were too busy to do.

Jesus. I don't know you.

You gonna leave

without giving me a goodbye kiss?

Did you hear that?

The house is going into lockdown.

What are you talking about?

Vannacutt installed a mechanism

that can seal up the whole asylum.

Made it impossible for patients to escape.

That's how Price's guests

got trapped in the first place.

Good old Vannacutt.

The field of medicine

wouldn't be the same without him.

If this place goes into lockdown,

we'll be trapped.

Well, that's why our first stop's

gonna be the master control room.

Let the tour begin.

Mansions with their own mental wards.

Only in f***ing L.A.

How twisted.

Having a hard time deciphering

Vannacutt's handwriting?

You should let me take a look.

Richard.

Oh.

Does anyone else wanna take a look?

No? Okay. I didn't think so.

As far as I can tell,

Vannacutt hid the idol...

...in a secret chamber

deep in the basement.

So why don't we all take a corridor...

...and cover as much ground as possible?

Whoa, time-out.

Desmond, right?

You're not seriously suggesting

that we all split up...

...in a haunted house, are you?

F***ing shitty water.

That's all I needed.

Knee-high in shitty water.

Thanks a lot.

Come on, mate.

You kind of look familiar to me.

Oh, my God, I've got it.

You're "Notorious" Norris Boz, right?

You were like

UFC heavyweight champ, dude.

Yeah. Ha, ha, ha!

Those were the good old days.

Heh, heh, heh.

Ow.

Yeah, good old days.

Just so you know, you fight like a girl.

Like a lady.

Oh, f*** this, mate. Come on, whatever.

This place is something else, huh?

Are you gonna mope all night long now?

What could I possibly have to say to you?

Don't be such a baby. The only thing

hurting you right now is your big ego.

- How long has this been going on?

- Does it really matter?

- I can't believe you're doing this.

- You'll get over it.

I loved you, Michelle.

The only thing you love, Richard, is you.

It's time I looked out for myself.

Yeah, well,

you seem to have a knack for that.

Yeah, well, I learned from the best.

Come on, baby. Where are you?

Where are you? Come on.

There's something here.

Where the f*** are you?

It's about f***ing time.

Five million dead presidents,

here I f***ing come.

Yo, D. Can you read me?

I think I got...

God, no!

God, no, no, no!

So your sister,

she really believed in ghosts, huh?

Leave me the f*** alone.

Call me crazy if you like...

...but I only believe in what I can see...

...and touch...

...and taste.

You really don't like me now, do you?

Kinky sh*t.

What the hell?

Stay right where you are.

Don't f***ing move.

Who the hell are you?

How did you get in here?

Holy sh*t.

Sh*t.

Desmond to Norris, do you copy?

Norris, answer me, goddamn it!

Desmond, I'm here, mate.

What's going on? Come on.

- Hello?

Look, I need you to head back.

Meet me in the main salon.

I heard gunshots.

Warren, Harue, can you read me?

Do you copy?

Warren, Harue, can you read me?

What's going on?

Sh*t.

Do it, Ariel.

Open the door.

What the f*** happened?

Exactly what my sister said

would happen.

You okay?

How did she get that thing on by herself?

Samuel, we need you in the house.

Is everything okay in there?

Come into the house.

Sh*t. Okay, looks like we're gonna

get wet, pretty boy. Let's go.

All this time, I thought she was crazy.

My sister was telling the truth

about this place.

- We're not alone in this house.

- What the hell is she babbling about?

I saw a man.

He was a patient here.

I think he led an uprising

the night that the hospital burnt down.

I think he was trying

to stop Dr. Vannacutt.

Okay, it's official. You're f***ing crazy.

I've heard enough of this.

Enough. Let's go back upstairs

and find the others.

- Come on, move.

Let's go.

Desmond, mate.

We're back upstairs in the main area.

Desmond?

Hey.

The f*** was that?

- Ha, ha, ha.

- Whew. Huh.

It's nothing, mate.

This place is ass-f***ing my mind.

Desmond, mate. Come in, where are you?

What the...?

Ow.

F***!

- Oh, my God.

Hey, mate, help me out.

Get them off me!

F***ing help me, mate, come on.

- F***.

Help!

Help me, man! Ah!

Holy sh*t.

Kyle?

Aah!

Sh*t.

Where the hell's Norris?

I think you're standing in Norris.

Norris, where the hell are you?

Warren, Harue. Goddamn it,

will one of you guys answer me?

Kyle, what happened here?

Oh, God.

Hey.

It's true, isn't it?

The house, it's...

F***.

What the f*** is going on?

You took care

of the lockdown mechanism.

What the hell are you doing in here?

The f*** are you doing here?

I told you to stay in the car.

Paul?

Paul. Paul.

No.

No.

No. No. No!

Ariel.

F*** you too.

- Hey, back off. You told me to come in.

I did no such thing.

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