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he gets his hands on.

So full of stories.

He gets his temper from me,

but I understand.

He's lonely.

But soon he'll be free of this.

We all will.

Then you'll have peace...

just like I promised.

- That was close.

- Mm-hmm.

Oh, sh*t!

Mary!

Mary, can you hear me?

So you're the legend.

Sam:
Find anything?

Like a secret passage?

You gotta be kidding me.

Sam:
Jesus, this was definitely not

in the blueprints.

Pete:
Should we climb down?

Sam:
Beats spending

the night up here.

Be careful, Sam.

Sam:
I can't believe it.

The little sh*t.

He's been watching me

in my bathroom.

You all right?

- Look.

- What is it?

Okay, let's get out of here.

Is going through

other people's garbage also part

of your job description?

It was the dog's fault.

I threw him his ball

in the garbage room

and he hit the switch

on the wall.

That's how I found the passage.

I didn't do anything.

You were watching me

from there, weren't you?

And you were in on it with Burnett

the other night to scare me.

We'll deal with this later.

Go to your room.

Sam:

This your husband?

Yes.

He was a writer.

Malestrazza offered us this place

so he could finish his novel.

He said there's nowhere

like it on earth.

He was right.

Sam:
Forgive me for being

so direct,

but why did you stay?

Most tenants left.

A few stayed 'cause they had

nowhere else to go.

It's better here for us.

We're close to him.

Close to your husband?

But part of me

doesn't believe he's gone,

and it's better for Jimmy.

The spirit of his father

is helpful to him.

I took the caretaker's job

just to be around him.

Malestrazza thought

it would last forever, this building.

Probably would have.

You're our savior, Sam.

In a few days,

there will be nothing here but dirt.

Not even a headstone.

Pete:
Look, I do know

that you're overwhelmed

and things are really crazy,

but there's one way

to make it better.

Let's take the trip.

Now we could go tomorrow.

You need to get out

of here, Sam.

We'll leave in the morning.

Sweetheart.

- Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

What?

Nothing.

Shh.

It's probably Jimmy.

- Why would he do that?

- I don't know, but who else?

Knew him my whole life.

He was the best friend I had.

Jimmy, did you do this?

- Do you really mean that?

- Well, who else did it?

What difference

does it make now?

My only friend is dead,

and my house is gonna be destroyed.

You're just gonna leave

with that guy and forget all about us.

It's okay. We're used

to being forgotten here.

Listen, I'm not gonna forget

about you.

You don't give a sh*t about me.

I'm just a crazy little boy.

No, you're not.

Prove it.

Sam:
" The building is vulnerable

to precision implosion.

Suggested volume

of detonation...

spread equally

at the preset rupture points.

Your very truly,

Walczak & Sons.

Finished?

I don't know.

This place is still hiding something.

The blueprints are wrong.

I mean, nothing corresponds.

Okay, look,

I find this place as fascinating

as you do,

but waking up with a dead dog

as a houseguest

makes me think

perhaps it's time to go.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I wanted to apologize

for before

and all the other stuff I did.

Don't worry about it.

Pete:
Hi, Jimmy.

Sorry about your dog.

For you.

I stole it from Denise's place.

To tell you the truth,

I found the secret passage from this.

Thought you'd might want it.

Is this what I think it is?

Handwritten

by the man himself.

There's everything

about the building...

his theories,

philosophies also.

Check out the drawings.

No wonder the blueprints

were off.

There's so much space

in the center of the building.

Of course.

Of course.

Malestrazza was inspired

by the Egyptian pyramids.

His apartment

on the eighth floor must be the summit,

and the basement

the foundation.

Do you think we'll find

any more bodies?

'Cause if it's like the pyramids,

then there has

to be a tomb somewhere.

Which would make sense

if it's behind this wall.

The Egyptians

would always make sure

that sunlight could

shine down into a pharaoh's tomb.

So there's gotta be some sort

of access to it from the roof

if it exists.

I'll go look.

Look, I don't trust that kid.

Jimmy. Jimmy!

Sure he came up here?

He knew about it all along.

Okay, come on.

Let's get out of here, come on.

Jimmy:

Help, I'm down here!

Jimmy.

- Jimmy!

- Sam, help!

- Sh*t

- I fell down.

I think I broke my leg.

Hold on, we're coming.

Okay, I'm gonna go down.

Grab the other end.

- Okay.

- Jimmy:
Sam, help!

- I'm bleeding.

- We're coming!

- Good?

- Yeah.

No no, wait. I'm not gonna be able

to lift both of you back up.

Sh*t.

- I'll go down.

- No no.

- Jimmy:
Sam.

- We're coming!

Come on, it's the only way.

- Good?

- Yeah.

You okay?

No!

No!

No!

Peter?

Who are you?

Man:
I think you know

very well who I am.

Sam:
Malestrazza?

But you're supposed

to be dead.

Man:

Really? Then I guess hell

just got a little bit nicer.

Sam:

Where's Jimmy and Peter?

Answer me!

Jimmy:

Help, Sam, I'm hurt!

Jimmy:

Help, Sam, I'm hurt!

Sam:
Where's Peter?

Sam:

Don't come near me!

Jimmy:
" Dear Sam, I love you

and I can't let you leave me.

You'll have to live

with your genius for a while,

but don't worry,

I'm watching over you.

He won't hurt you

as long as you obey me.

If not, I'll kill you,

just like my best friend.

I'll teach you how to love me.

I'll always love you. "

Jimmy!

No.

What are you doing?!

Jimmy, come back!

Jimmy!

Mary:

Happy anniversary, darling.

He will suffer.

I promise.

Where's Peter?

Please tell me

where Peter is.

One for every soul.

Do you really think

a simple factory worker

could have orchestrated

those deaths?

Jimmy!

Jimmy,

get me out of here!

Now!

This can't be real.

This can't be real.

It's really quite simple.

The boy gives us an order

and we obey him.

If not, he'll make sure

we suffer. Trust me.

He has a lot of imagination.

I want you to dance,

both of you.

- Now kiss!

- What?

- I wanna see how you kiss, Sam.

- No way!

Stop.

Enough.

Nice show,

but don't touch her again

if you know what's good for you.

Jimmy, Jimmy,

listen to me.

You can't leave me

down here.

Of course I can.

I can do whatever I want.

I'll leave the trapdoor open

so that when you look at the sky,

you'll think of me.

Keep the walkie on

so at least we can be close that way.

I'll check in on you soon.

How do I get out of here?

Wait, is the garbage room

behind here?

- Mom.

- Yes, dear.

Can I talk to you

about something?

Sure.

What?

How do you know

when someone really loves you?

That girl really had

an effect on you, didn't she?

Tell me.

When you're willing to sacrifice

everything for someone.

There's no great love

without it.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Then why did you sacrifice me

for a dead man?

Jimmy, can you hear me?

Sam:
Talk to me.

I know you're listening.

I'm hurt, Jimmy.

My ankle's really swollen.

I need a doctor

or at least medicine.

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