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I spoke to you on the two-way.

- Whoever you talked to, it wasrt me.

It was the house.

Ariel.

- Oh, thank God. Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Hey.

How did you get back in here?

The house wanted me to return.

So what?

You just walked straight back in.

- You're crazy.

- I don't leave my friends behind.

Yeah. How touching.

Wait, the house wanted you to...?

I don't... The house?

Look, according to my sister,

last time it was seeking revenge.

Going after the descendants

of the orderlies that escaped the fire.

But this time is different.

What's wrong with you?

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Dude. I just saw one of your guerrillas

ripped to little pieces.

- This sh*t is as real as it f***ing gets.

- Somebody's playing a game with us.

Don't you get it? All right?

I bet it's Warren, all right?

Greedy little f***er.

He's probably playing a trick on us, right?

I mean... F***ing prick.

And I bet the whole lot is in on it.

All right?

You're so in denial, man.

You know what? He's right.

Your team has nothing to do with this.

My guess is they're all dead.

Where's Samuel?

Wasrt he right behind me?

Then there were six.

Samuel, where the f*** are you?

Oh, f***. What the f***?

You crazy b*tch. Help!

You crazy f***.

Let me out of the f***ing chair!

Samuel, answer, and right f***ing now.

Who is it?

Hello?

This isn't real.

Or is it?

What are you doing?

Stop it. Stop...

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Listen. Is there any way we can reverse

the lockdown mechanism?

I doubt the house is gonna let us do that.

You know what?

F*** this. I'm out of here.

Nobody goes anywhere until we get

what we came for, understand?

Really? Little girls with big guns

only look good in movies, kid.

Shut the f*** up.

You're not a killer, Ariel.

Really? Are you sure?

You're the scumbag who killed my sister.

Let's just relax and put those guns down

before someone gets hurt.

There's a $5 million check out there

with my name on it, and I intend to cash it.

Really? Five million dollars?

Is that how much

my sister's life was won'th?

Our only chance of getting out of here

in one piece is if we work together.

Too bad I'm not a team player,

Richie boy.

- Say bye-bye.

Desmond, watch out!

F***.

Sh*t. F***. F***.

F***.

I'd be careful with that if I was you.

That was for Sara.

Keep an eye on them, will you?

No problem.

According to these blueprints...

...the asylum was connected

to a water-supply system in 1897.

There's a sewer tunnel

that runs underneath the house.

Go on.

Well, the shower area is located

above the drainage system.

I bet we could find a sewer grate

down there that we could access.

Hey, that could work.

All right. So the quickest way

to the shower area...

...is through the hydrotherapy room,

down the east corridor...

...and up another hallway. Here.

Yeah, that looks easy enough.

The house is gonna do

everything in its power to stop us.

Of course.

Because that's what houses do.

I just had a thought.

I remember Vannacutt

mentioning in his journal...

...that the Baphomet idol

was guarded by the dead.

I figured he was speaking metaphorically,

now I'm not so sure, because guess what.

- There's a crematorium in the basement.

Wait a minute.

Why the hell would there be

a crematorium inside a mental asylum?

I know during the tuberculosis epidemic,

the institute took in regular patients.

Presumably,

some were cremated in the hospital...

...in order to minimize further infection.

So if we find the crematorium,

we find the idol.

I don't give a damn about the idol.

I care about getting out alive.

What about you, Richard?

Is that all you care about?

Are you really gonna let

this opportunity pass you by?

We're talking about the Baphomet idol.

The prize you've been chasing

all these years.

Personally, I don't think you can.

I know you too well.

It's your life's work.

If you guys wanna get yourselves killed

chasing after this stupid thing, be my guest.

Paul and I are getting out.

So, what's it gonna be?

I'm coming with you.

Vannacutt was known for being

a brilliant physician and great humanitarian.

Nominated for the Nobel Prize in the '20s.

But somehow, this great man went from

saving people to butchering them.

Why?

Um, I have a theory. Maybe he was nuts?

The Church believed the statue

possessed an evil influence over men.

Those who wanted its power

were susceptible.

Are you saying this statue corrupted

Vannacutt and his staff somehow?

Crazy, huh?

What the f*** did they use this for?

Hydro-pool therapy.

Hydro-what?

One of Vannacutt's special

contributions to modern medicine.

Expose a patient to a pool

filled with freezing water.

Replace internal pain with external pain

and they'll cancel each other out.

Nice. Wonder why it didn't catch on.

Shut up.

What's going on?

Richard.

No, you shut up.

I got the map, Desmond. Let's go.

Ariel.

Ariel.

Kyle. Kyle. Please, Kyle.

Ariel. Hold on.

Kyle.

Kyle.

Guys, you gotta find a way

to get us out of here.

Ariel.

Oh, God. Please, wait.

- I can't. I can't.

I can't reach you.

Aah! Holy sh*t.

I'll kill you, you b*tch!

Kyle.

Kyle!

Help me.

Hurry.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay.

You have no idea where we are, do you?

I would if you kept your trap shut

for one second, sweetheart.

How hard can it be

to find a goddamn crematorium?

It's on the map, isn't it?

I'll get us there.

You mean

if the house doesn't get us first.

- Getting a little superstitious?

- No, of course not.

But why aren't your men answering you?

Look, I already told you.

They're probably after the idol themselves.

Maybe, but why not find the idol

and then turn on us?

It doesn't make any sense.

That crazy b*tch is finally getting to you.

Or maybe...

Or maybe you're part of this.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're trying to tell me

that you suddenly believe in ghosts?

What are you doing?

That's it, isn't it?

You're looking to play me

like you did Richard.

- Desmond, don't be ridiculous.

- How do I know you're not with them?

Desmond, put the gun away.

Betray one man,

how soon before the next?

Jesus Christ, Desmond, it's me.

Put the goddamn gun down.

- Get them on the radio.

- What?

Put whoever's behind this

on the goddamn radio.

- You're not making any sense, you're crazy.

- Put them on!

- There's nothing going on.

- Put them on the radio!

Oh, my God!

Michelle!

Jesus.

Why didn't those things

come after us?

I don't know.

But I think some of these souls

are reliving their final moments...

...over and over again.

Trapped in the place where they died.

Thanks for saving my life back there.

Both of you.

Are you okay?

I convinced Kyle to come along for this.

The kid's dead because of me.

Don't say that.

You didn't kill Kyle. Desmond did.

You think you can get us out of here

without the blueprints?

I'll give it my best shot.

Goddamn it, Desmond.

Michelle!

Michelle!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This must be it.

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