The Autopsy of Jane Doe Page #3
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- 2016
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- It's stuck.
Help me with this.
Help me with this!
The old sycamore fell.
- F***!
- The office. The landline.
- What the hell was that?
- I don't know.
Oh, thank god.
- Harding county
Sheriff Department.
- This is Tommy Tilden.
It's an emergency. We need help.
- Sorry, I've trouble hearing...
- put Burke on the line.
- This is Burke.
- Sheldon, this is Tommy.
You better get over here now.
- Hello? Tommy, I can scarcely hear you.
- Sheldon! Sheldon, we're
trapped down here, godda..
Sheldon, please...
- Tommy.
- What the f*** is going on?
It's her.
Everything was fine until Burke
wheeled her through that door.
- Son...
- Until we cut into her.
- You're talking about a corpse.
inside her
her injuries, those marks.
You can't say she's just a body.
We should have left.
I wanted to leave.
Dad!
Oh.
- No!
Dad! Dad!
Dad?
- Oh, sh*t. Oh..
- Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
- Careful, careful.
Oh, god! Ohh.
Help me up.
- Yeah.
- I'm fine.
They were Grey.
Her eyes.
It had her eyes.
- That's what I've been trying
to tell you.
It's her.
- Oh, no, that's not possible.
- No, her body
those were impossible.
Whatever the hell
happened in here..
We are way past possible.
It's her.
- So, what do we do?
Rapid decomp.
- Everything we took out of her.
That's almost like her body
was preserving it.
- Must get her
to the crematorium.
- F*** it.
- Jesus!
Behind you, the extinguisher.
The pin. Pull the pin.
No.
The elevator.
- Come on.
No, no, no, no! F***!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on!
Go, dad. Come on.
Come on.
Emma.
Oh, no!
Oh, no, no!
Oh, my god!
Oh, no! No!
No!
- Oh, my god.
- No!
Oh, no, no, no!
- Austin..
Austin, the elevator.
Come on, now. Come on.
Come on, son.
F***!
F***!
- I told her
to come back for me.
I told her to come back.
- No, you didn't do this.
You shouldn't be here.
All this is my fault.
- You couldn't have known.
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's what
everyone told me..
About your mom.
You know why
I used to call her ray?
Ray of sunshine.
She thought it was corny
as sh*t.
But it stuck.
If I'd have known,
You know that, don't you?
I mean, she was always
so bright.
So happy.
To think she was carrying around
all that
pain, all that unhappiness
every day.
I should've seen it.
But I didn't.
She had to deal with it alone.
All these mistakes..
My mistakes..
And you had to pay for them.
- Why hasn't she killed us yet?
- Well, it's not for
want of trying.
- Well, look what she can do..
If she wanted us dead.
When we cut into her..
She tried to stop us each time.
It's like there's something
she doesn't want us to find.
- You wanna go back in there?
- If we stay here, we're dead.
how she died..
Maybe we can figure out
how to stop her.
Dad?
Keep moving.
Austin?
Ah!
- Dad?
- No!
- Dad?
Dad. Dad.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Okay.
Brain... Is normal.
- There's got to be something.
All her other organs
are scarred.
- What the f***?
- What is it?
- That's why we couldn't find
cause of death.
- She's still alive.
- Alive?
We lit her on fire.
We took out her heart.
- There's something,
some energy.
Call it what you want, something
is keeping her going.
- What the..
Leviticus.
- Let me see that.
Leviticus.
Twenty. Twenty seven.
then they'd be..
- "Any man or woman
"who consults
the spirits of the dead
"shall be put to death
for they are.."
- Dad.
Seventeenth century.
North east.
New England.
"They are a witch
their own heads."
It fits.
- Witches are a myth.
- You can't keep denying.
- There were no witches
in Salem.
They were kids. Young girls.
Falsely accused,
wrapped up in hysteria
one pointing to the next,
who pointed to the next
but they were all, all innocent.
Only... They didn't hang her..
Or burn her at the stake.
They tortured her..
Mercilessly.
- The ritual.
It didn't work.
- What if..
What if
the ritual,
performed on an innocent
accidentally created the very
thing we're trying to destroy?
Everything they did to her.
Everything we've done to her.
She can feel it.
She wants us... To feel it too.
That's why
she's keeping us alive.
This is her revenge.
This is her ritual.
- But why us?
- Why the Douglas'?
Why anybody?
We're on her path, that's all.
We were just stops
along the way.
Those who survived
got rid of her
and buried her
as far away as possible.
- That hasn't stopped her.
- Because no one
got close enough.
No one could see
what we have seen.
She's still suffering..
And it won't stop.
It won't stop until..
- Until what?
Dad, until what?
- I won't fight you.
But please..
Please don't hurt him.
Let me help you.
- Dad!
Dad?
No!
Dad!
Dad.
No.
- Please..
Please..
Please..
- Tommy!
- Austin! Are you there?
- Burke?
- Anyone there?
- Burke.
- Austin!
Austin! Are you down there?
We're sawing down a tree
blocking your door.
We'll be with you
right now, alright.
Austin!
- I'm here!
- Almost there.
You'll be alright.
Just open up the door now.
- It's stuck.
- Try again, son.
- I can't. It won't.
- Should open up now.
- It won't.
- Should open up.
- I'm trying. It's stuck.
- Open up.
- I can't.
- Open up!
- I can't.
- No obvious signs
of forced entry.
Looks an awful lot like he...
- I've known his family
20 years.
Whatever it looks like,
that ain't it.
- Well, it's going to be
another nice one out there.
Today's our fourth
straight day of sunshine.
Looking at a high of 75.
Beautiful outdoor weather
but remember to use
your sunscreen.
- What the hell happened here?
- What do you want to do
with her?
- Get her out of here.
- Already got a car waiting.
There's that, uh, funeral home
over in Ruxton.
- Get her out of my county.
Take her over to VCU.
Let ward Lamon deal with her.
- Now, baby, listen
that was one time.
Hell, yes, that's a promise.
- And you know what Hebrews
chapter four says
"the word of god is powerful."
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