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and there are these

dead-eyed, plastic people

talking excitedly

about paring knives

and you want to

just quietly die?

Thank my son.

Yeah, it is an old,

old building.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

You told me you were

Amaxophobic,

classic agoraphobic,

but... Seplophobia,

was that...

Yeah, anything to do

with decay or rot,

or heights, planes, and trains,

Oh, and cars.

I really hate cars.

I guess it's all kind of

the same fear, isn't it?

Yes.

You would like not to die.

And I don't blame you,

I quite agree.

You suffer from heart defects?

Circulatory issues of any kind?

Hey, what is this?

Is he in line

for a roller-coaster?

Sort of, yes.

You see, I have

a responsibility to make sure

that he is fit

and capable, and credible.

You've gotta understand,

this ad is vague.

It's somewhat ambiguous.

I mean, I could...

I could show you God himself

and you could just... you could

deny it and just walk away.

Okay, this isn't a check.

It won't bounce.

And believe me, I want

to give this to you.

Let me see.

Plus expenses, travel,

equipment rentals, all included.

Regardless of the result.

Okay.

Now, I know about your fears,

but Phasmophobia,

fear of ghosts,

that's not one of them, right?

Right.

But you did fear ghosts.

I mean, we all did.

You mean when we were little?

Yes.

Like that, like a child feels.

That is the doorway

and that's what you've

gotta get back to.

That fear.

The borders between

these worlds start to blur

when you are paralyzed by fear.

When you're powerless

because of it, like a child,

then the door opens, and...

a spirit... can appear.

You're going to try to

scare the sh*t out me.

(chuckling)

Yes.

When can we go?

Tomorrow night.

Where are we going?

You do that homework

that I asked you to do?

Homework?

He asked me to think of

the scariest place

I knew from childhood.

To come in with

something in mind.

Mrs. Grissom,

where are we going?

St. Timothy Middle School,

goddamn Temecula.

(Ellison) Well, what is

it about this school?

What happened there?

(Miles) Kieran Saville

was in the sixth grade

when I was in seventh.

Smaller than he should

have been, and real quiet.

He always kept to himself.

He died.

(Ellison)

Tell me about his death.

(Miles)

He died inside locker 530.

(Charlotte)

He went missing in July.

Rode his bike from his house

and didn't come back.

They had search parties,

town meetings.

They dragged the river,

remember?

(Miles) When they pried

open the locker,

Kieran was inside.

It's a small place.

No summer school, no guards.

And someone shut him

in his locker,

way up by the woodshop

on the second floor,

where no one would

come till Fall.

Whoever did it never admitted it

and never got caught.

I wonder if they still call it

"The Coffin Locker."

(dog barking)

I done night shifts

two dozen years,

and this is

the weirdest sh*t ever.

You got one hour.

(computer beeps)

All right, Mr. Grissom,

would you lift your shirt

for me, please?

It's all right, this is

not going to hurt one bit.

There you are.

Okay, shirt down, thank you.

Give me your hand, please.

All right, now lick that,

like you do before you

take a shot of tequila.

He's not licking anything!

No, no, no, it's

Monosodium Glutamate,

it's a salt, an amino

acid crystallize.

It'll heighten

your fear receptors.

Look, we've all three been

together the whole time.

I haven't gone

into the building,

I'm not going into the building.

I don't know what the hell

is gonna happen.

My job, all this stuff,

it is to give you

your best chance

to see what you

came here to see.

It's safe.

(wipes off hand)

Now...

you put these on, please.

Do not take these off.

You promise me.

I promise.

All right.

(muffled)

Thank you.

Mr. Grissom,

can you hear me?

All right.

Now, I want you to walk

to your starting point,

Close your eyes, and breathe.

Just watch it, please.

You know what?

You watch it.

I carry a gun in here, okay?

I got a license

and everything, so- ...

Jesus Christ.

All I'm saying is

don't f*** with my son.

(machine beeps)

Are you there,

Mr. Grissom?

(Miles)

Yes.

Your eyes still closed?

Yes.

All right.

Open them.

Start walking.

Who are we here for,

Mr. Grissom?

Tell me his name.

Kieran.

(low electric humming)

What's that?

Sounds, Mr. Grissom,

I'm sending you sounds.

(static warble)

What are you thinking

about, Mr. Grissom?

I'm thinking about him.

Kieran Saville.

Dying in a small metal box,

alone.

Call him.

Kieran?

I can't hear you,

Mr. Grissom.

Kieran!

Go to the stairs.

(humming intensifies)

(breathing heavily)

Can I take

the headphones off, please?

No.

I don't think I can...

Yes, you can.

You're not gonna stop now.

Go to the locker.

(whispers)

I'm here.

Now again, call him.

Kieran?

Open the locker.

No, I can't It's locked.

Is it?

Try.

(static warbles)

I can't move.

I can't move anything.

I can barely...

Open it!

(distorted laughter)

(locker door closes)

It's incredible.

Look at you.

You're still shaking.

I just...

It'll take some time.

No.

You just have to...

You just have to let it

settle in, all right?

No, no, no it was him.

It was him.

I mean, that's gotta be...

No, no, that is proof.

But of what, exactly?

I can't wrap my mind

around this.

(Charlotte)

Hey!

I caught the ghost.

I'm a ghost catcher,

or whatever you call it.

(Miles)

Let's just go.

We'll just get in the car.

Mr. Grissom?

The boy was a failsafe.

He was a what?

A failsafe.

I told him to come out

of the wood shop if,

and only if, nothing

happened at the locker.

Those were his instructions,

I swear to you.

You thought it would work.

It did work, or it did with me.

It just...

It's...

It's just not foolproof.

Not yet.

(engine starts)

Drive slower.

(car thumps)

Mom, careful, please.

Are the child locks on?

It's stuck.

It's been stuck like that

for Christ knows how long.

I really like the back seat.

It makes me feel like

when I was really little.

Mmm.

I used to sit back here

and look between you two.

Jesus, this car is old as hell.

I was right here looking

between you and Dad.

(Charlotte)

You really remember that?

He'd drop me off at the cleaners

on his way to the factory.

The whole drive,

we'd have these

elaborate fake arguments

over which one of us got to

take you to work with them.

You both wanted me.

Yes.

Always.

You were the greatest baby.

And whoever came up with

the best lie

for why they needed you more,

they'd win you for the day.

I'll go see the medium tomorrow,

but don't worry, there's

a bus that goes right...

I'm not going anywhere.

It's not what you think,

I'm not staying

because I think it'll work.

It won't work.

It won't.

Somewhere in you,

you know that already.

What do I know?

That we go out like lights.

What else would we do?

What if you're wrong?

If I'm wrong?

Actually, the idea of more

doesn't exactly give me relief.

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