What do we do?
- I don't know. - Should we pull the nails out?
It might make it worse.
But they're in his brain, right?
It's bad for me.
Just keeps saying the same words over and over again.
"It's bad for me."
What else?
Crow, who did this to you?
The man is dying.
Sorry.
I can't do this.
I'm done.
I don't care how dangerous it is outside.
- It is worse here. - Yeah, but we at least
have to be able to see where we're walking, right?
Well, unless you want to get lost or run into a wolf.
What should we do with him?
Just clear off another shelf in the walk-in.
- Put him with the other two. - I'll give you a hand.
Nah, we got it.
Right?
Great. But first...
What the hell are you doing?
You're not turning him into one of your art projects.
It's a crime scene. Someone should be recording
how everything looks.
Jesus, yeah. We should have been doing this the whole time.
No. Absolutely not, Adriana.
Not you. Put your phone away.
Why can he take pictures, but I can't?
Put the phone away, you morbid psychopath!
Fine! Okay!
- Happy?! - Ecstatic.
That girl's got issues.
You don't say.
Okay.
- Three... two... - One.
Looks like you've done this before.
Looks like you're strong enough to carry him alone.
Where's the fun in that?
Paige, it's Andy.
How you holding up?
Better now.
It was too much.
I know.
Hemingway, the chef, was basically boiled to death.
Portia's heart was ripped out
after being accused of not having one.
These deaths are all so pointed and...
sickly poetic.
Yeah, and then the nails were because Crow...
was, what, some... some kind of mentalist
communing with the dead?
That makes this even more terrifying.
I... I mean, Andy, what is he going to do to us?
There. That's good for now.
You got some blood or something on you.
Can't seem to escape it.
I think as long as we stick together, we should be fine.
That's a nice idea, but you don't know me...
and I certainly don't know you.
Your murder art doesn't inspire confidence.
It's...
deranged.
That's not the first time I've heard that.
Well, well.
Look at who's still with us.
How's the head?
Working better?
Who did this?
Let me get them for you.
Was it a man?
A woman?
I was really looking forward to making you suffer.
But someone else got the pleasure.
I guess I'll have to do this quick.
There.
Now you can really talk to the dead.
Phony.
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One day, four bodies.
At this rate, we'll be out of suspects before tomorrow.
Honey, I'm cold.
- What? - Not for long.
Is that a fact?
Are you bleeding again?
Okay, shut up and kiss me.
What's happened?
It felt so good to finally shut him up once and for all.
Kawayan?
Crow. Yeah.
He was just hanging in there. Can you believe it?
Just waiting for me to come along and deliver him.
Praise Baphomet.
Did... Did he say what happened? Who attacked him?
No. I asked, but he just had one word on repeat.
Our artist friend obviously can't take a pulse.
Maybe. Maybe not.
The snake? You think?
Kawayan could have been saving Crow for something else.
Well, regardless, they're both out of luck now.
One thing's for sure,
whoever did the job on Crow's head,
holding him down
while they drove a pound of nails into his skull,
had to be strong.
Or Crow was drugged or incapacitated.
Yeah, I suppose so.
But where's the fun in that?
At one point, Kawayan started going on about trusting each other
and how he wasn't worried about me.
Which, if he's the killer, he wouldn't be.
And if he thinks he's the only one capable of taking a life...
Or what if maybe...
Kawayan isour killer
and he sniffed us out,
he recognizes that we're the same kind of people as he is?
He had every chance to open up to me.
I think I pissed him off talking about his art.
Yeah, we gotta know.
Maybe it just needs...
a more delicate touch.
That's your cue.
That's my cue.
These flowers are absolutely horrible.
I found them in the storage closet.
I'm sure they're original.
Well, if you're looking for jarring...
please do that.
Hey, shouldn't you be resting up for your big trek?
Sun's gonna be up before you know it.
I plan to wrap this up before we leave and this...
motel becomes another crime scene again.
Gotcha.
So... the flowers. I... I...
I'm not sure I'm getting the theme, if I'm being honest.
They were in every room.
Part of the authentic down-home, Cold River welcome experience,
which didn't...
obviously didn't work out so well
for Caitlin and Joey and everyone else.
I should keep working. You mind?
Not at all.
Oh, my God.
That color is...
it's electric.
It's practically beating.
Yeah. I mix my blood in with lacquer.
Really?
- Actual... blood? - Yeah.
I was looking for a way to represent victims
and not make them feel like ghosts.
I've developed a process.
To...
find the life that's been buried by...
sensationalism.
To reconnect...
to a juicy crime...
the absence of life.
I'm really impressed.
Very...
very impressed.
_
Your address.
- It was on the sleeve. - And you are?
- I've attended church, Catholic... - I'm not interested.
- every Sunday for my entire life. - Sorry to hear that.
And I was taught that God created everything,
- and all of it is good. - You're gonna leave now.
But...
What about evil or...
good disguised as evil?
My father died in a factory fire
owned by someone who gave so much to our town
that no one would blame him.
How can a just God allow something like that to happen?
And then you played outside of my church,
and I listened to your music,
and I read the lyrics, and now...
now I have so many questions.
Like what?
Why would God cast out Satan
if He already knew he was gonna defy Him?
Well, maybe God didn't know because He isn't omniscient.
Exactly.
I can feel it in my bones.
And look, because I can't accept
that some higher power has already determined
what I can achieve and... and when I fail.
I need to believe that
who I am hasn't been decided,
because I haven't decided.
And I haven't decided because I haven't done this test.
Does that... make sense?
Sure does.
- It's a summoning seal. - I know what that is.
Where'd you find out about that?
A book.
"The Key of Solomon."
And... why you got that?
I want to make my own decisions
and bend these rules to follow my inclinations.
Yeah.
I bought chalk, salt for sigils.
I want to do my test.
I want real answers
and not some interpretation of some old book
by a guy who is too afraid of sex
to even live a real human life.
Fuck yeah.
If we summon a demon...
will it come?
Let's find out.
You ready?
Understand who you're calling, right?
I do.
'Cause not all demons and devils are the same.
Satan is not Lucifer.
I know.
I wanna summon Baphomet.
He was in the Garden.
I brought him an offering.
This is Whispers.
- She's very soft. - This your cat?
No.
She belonged to my neighbor, who loved her very much.
I knew she would come to me.
I just hope she pleases Baphomet.
O mighty Satan...
one true god who livest
and reignest forever.
We entreat Baphomet to manifest
that we may accomplish our desired end.
O mighty Satan...
one true god
who livest and reignest forever.
I think you've bled yourself enough.
You're right.
Would you mind?
I've run out of painting supplies.
I know it might be a little ridiculous
to worry about germs
when there's some psycho
driving nails into people's brains,
but still.
I hope I don't regret this.
Would you like to do it yourself?
No.
It's part of your process.
Oh, shit.
Seems you've cut people before.
Look at that,
the way the blood sits on top of the lacquer.
It's gorgeous.
Paige, you should eat.
It's gonna be a long day. Even longer night.
I know this is gonna sound crazy, but...
in every movie I've been in,
the people who go for help die.
This isn't "Doomed Service."
You have to save yourself.
There's no rule that says that the killer always wins.
What happened with my frat? You know, I survived.
You have to believe that you will survive, too.
Thank you.
Okay.
Listen up.
Make sure you only pack what you need.
The nearest town is 25 miles.
Feel more like 30 when you factor in
stream, windfall,
whatever other detours you might have to deal with.
Can I say something?
In this weather with trees down
and who knows what else, that's a 15-hour walk.
Wouldn't it be simpler just to stay here for rescue?
The storm will pass eventually. The Wi-Fi should come back, and boom!
We got cops coming out here
probably while we'd be halfway to who knows where,
hating our lives in the woods.
Not to mention, I get a little chicken in the wilderness.
You can do what you like, but I'd rather take my chances
on a mountain lion than tangle with our resident psychopath.
Agreed.
I think it's time that we leave the deathtrap.
Okay, but doesn't the deathtrap
follow us wherever we go if it's one of us?
Sure. Yeah. Okay.
But what is one person gonna do
with all of us together out in the open?
It's got to be safer, right?
I'm tired of being surprised.
Alright, we'll meet in the lobby in an hour.
Sun should be fully up by then.
We'll head out from there.
Not that I don't appreciate all your planning,
but I can't help but feeling like it would be better
if we stayed put.
I can't tell you what to do, but there is safety in numbers.
See you out there.
That artsy-fartsy idiot's gonna ruin everything.
- I won't let him. - Wait, wait, wait.
If you kill Kawayan here, the rest are gonna run a mile.
Listen, we need to stop this,
or else we have to leave with them
and figure out things on the fly.
Pick them off one by one out in the bush?
I think we... we tell Kawayan we know he's the killer
and try to join forces with him.
It's too risky.
And even if he is the killer,
that guy, everything he does is about himself.
He doesn't want a partner.
We cracked open the gate.
We're bringing Baphomet across.
The sheep are our sacrifices.
This is crazy heavy. I'm gonna have to dump half this stuff out.
So, I'm thinking there's a pretty real possibility
we're gonna get turned around in the woods.
Which do you think would be smarter to pack...
food or extra layers?
Adriana?
Adriana.
Hey, Paige. You know what?
We are all thinking about how shitty this hike is gonna be,
so maybe just make your own decisions
and let the rest of us focus on what we're doing.
'Cause you're not the center of the universe, okay?
You should have packed your fancy fucking entourage.
Hey, I'm not that person.
I don't have an entourage,
and I don't have any illusions about who I am.
I don't think I'm special in any way,
but what I do expect
is that life is gonna get worse.
So when I ask you if I should pack food or socks,
I'm being real because whatever comes next
is probably gonna be a lot more unpleasant than this entire conversation.
It was by the flagpole.
I saw something, I swear I did.
- Is that Crow? - Oh, my God.
- We need to leave. Now. - Yeah. Come on.
Behind you!
Look out!
Come on!
- Come on! - Get in! Get in!
Fuck off!
Come on. Come on.
We have to warn the others.
Come on.
Do not meet in the lobby!
- Stay inside! - Oh, my God.
- *** I can help you. - Baphomet's outside!
Do not meet in the lobby!
Stay inside! He's outside in front of the hotel!
Remain in your rooms!
- He's here? - Outside!
Floyd, check the outside door. Is it locked?
- Are you sure he can't get in? - Let's make sure.
What should we do?!
Get in your rooms! Both of you!
Okay. One sec.
Okay.
Careful. Sorry.
Sorry.
Okay. Here. Hold it.
Okay. I'm okay.
- I'm okay. - No, hold it here until it stops bleeding.
Are you hurt anywhere else?
Sometimes adrenaline makes us ignore
what's going on with our bodies.
I'm okay.
Okay.
Good.
'Cause if anything were to happen to you,
everything in the world would not only be wrong,
- but upside down. - Yeah.
Sorry.
I promise I'm gonna pull it together, okay?
Hold on. I have some pain meds, actually.
One sec.
- Were you just outside? - No, I was in here getting...
Show me your shoes.
Show me your goddamn shoes.
- Okay. - What are you doing?
The killer is pretending to be one of us.
The killer was just outside in the rain.
What are you waiting for? Show me your shoes!
I have them near the heat vent.
Hey, where do you get off accusing her, huh?
- Her of all people. - If she has nothing to hide,
she'll show me!
See? They're dry.
Great.
Was that so hard? Jesus.
- Hey, you're unhinged! - Hey. I'm okay. I get it, okay?
It was a simple request!
No. Get out of my way, man.
- What are you doing? - Listen. Listen!
Baphomet is one of us, right?
This time, I swear to God, we are getting the right person.
I'm sick and tired of being afraid.
- Move! - Hey! Come in. Please.
- By all means. - Boots, shoes.
Anything you put on that you wear outside, show me now.
- You can't seriously believe that I... - No, enough!
Stop dicking around, Shirley!
Show me your shoes!
Who do you think you are,
- you miserable prick?! - Stop! Stop!
Watch your mouth!
Yeah?
I just can't go through this again.
I can't, I can't.
Get yourself together.
You still wanna go for that nature walk
with the killer waiting outside?
You all think you can handle that?
Here's our boots, okay?
See?
Tell Blake.
It wasn't a crazy idea.
Nobody's forcing Floyd to march into the woods.
Look, it sounds like you're upset the group
- made a choice you don't like. - You're right. I... I hate it.
As soon as I'm done this, I'm leaving,
and what people do won't matter to me anymore.
It would be stupid to go out on your own.
It's more stupid to stay! I could outrun that thing.
And as a group, we're strong.
We could see everything that's happening.
Make Floyd change his mind.
You're the rational one.
Flattery. Didn't see that coming.
He listens to you. You focus him.
Someone has to. He's impulsive and reactive.
We all have impulses.
I'm sure you have some very interesting ones,
ones you wouldn't dare talk to anybody about it.
- Of course. Everyone does. - Right.
I have no problem admitting
I have a dark side.
When you're studying those
those tortured, quiet bodies
in all of your crime scenes' photos,
I'm sure you must be thinking,
"What's the point of nice?
Why bother holding all those... those other feelings back?"
Are you trying to get me to confess something, Shirley?
I see.
Look,
I could tell you I was the killer,
who I just fought, by the way,
and you'd be okay with it, right?
Turned on by it,
the ultimate bad boy?
Jesus.
You're as bad as all the other murder freaks in this motel.
You had me going for a while.
And for future references,
I think darkness is lame,
violence is ugly...
and Satan lovers are a joke.
I was just responding to your work.
You can leave now.
Satan's forced to do all the bad stuff for God,
and then he gets saddled with all the blame.
_
When did Lucifer figure out he was a prisoner?
Baphomet saw God hide understanding,
so he went to the Garden to offer knowledge.
That's when he saw the gate and realized Lucifer
had only been given the appearance of freedom
to rebel against God.
And someday
I'm gonna set him free.
I think I know how to do it.
Free Satan.
But, question.
Saturn... why is it so important?
Well... it's a big, bad planet.
It stands for darkness, cold, fear, scarcity.
Rules Capricorn, the, horned one.
It's a sixth planet. Sixth day of the week.
- Why? - Did you know that
Saturn takes 30 years to travel around the sun?
And that it's reaching the end of its journey in a few weeks
and will start another trip?
Okay.
'Kay. If Saturn is so powerful,
we can use it to summon Baphomet
and show him the gate and then Satan can follow.
We've tried to summon demons before, and it's never worked.
Yeah, because we didn't have power to conjure
and we don't have any power.
I've been looking for something
to amplify our ceremonies, and, Floyd...
I found a cluster of ley lines.
Ley lines?
Places of concentrated energy.
No, ancient energy.
It's just a three day's drive away,
and Saturn will be where we need it to be,
and the planets will be aligned.
There'll be a blood moon.
All we have to do is show up at the right place
at the right time with fire...
and blood.
How much blood?
A lot.
More than a cat. Enough to satisfy a demon.
Six bodies' worth?
Six seems fortuitous.
The lines converge over one spot.
Where is this place, exactly?
It's where Baphomet is leading us.
Pretty much stopped bleeding.
- Good. - Thanks.
It's gonna keep leaking for a while, though,
because it was deep.
But honestly, you're so lucky the blade didn't go deeper.
And I say this with the confidence of someone
who once played a nurse who ate someone's arm.
No, I'm pretty sure it's gonna scar, though.
It's okay. It's gonna make you look like a total badass.
Which you are.
Thanks, Paige.
Might add a touch more tape, though. Your bandage looks like it wants to fall off.
Can we do that in a bit?
I just need to change into something less bloody, and...
I just need to find out what's going on.
Sure.
Yeah.
Hey.
Yeah, just FYI, not really in the mood for any weird sex shit.
Oh, you're always ready to punch me down.
- I have feelings, you know. - Right.
You know, I haven't seen those feelings about stabbing Ruby,
now that you know that she wasn't the killer.
I'm sick of just waiting around, doing nothing.
This motel is starting to creep me out.
Yeah.
The lady that has sex with murderers
that keep grown men up at night, she's scared.
- That's good. - Yes, for Christ's sake, Blake.
Death was literally at our door.
I heard Kawayan and Andy come out,
and then I heard fighting,
and I knew it had to be Baphomet.
I just... I just stood there beside the window.
I couldn't make myself look.
I just... imagined what was going on.
It's okay.
I couldn't yell "stop."
I couldn't grab my knife.
Just...
I couldn't unstick myself.
I've never been so useless.
It's because you were scared as hell.
Okay? Believe me,
I get it.
That was through a wall.
When the time really comes, am I...
am I gonna freeze up?
Am I gonna survive?
None of us know until we're actually tested.
But, hey.
Congrats.
On what?
Actually reacting to a situation
like a normal human being.
Yeah.
No, actually, it's... it's... it's a step.
Can I hang out here for a while?
I mean, now that I'm acting like a normal human being?
Yeah. Sure.
I just want to stop thinking about my own death.
Hey, why don't I...
go find, like, a deck of cards or something?
Not for strip poker.
I... wasn't gonna do... Okay.
- Yeah. - What? That was you.
Maybe some snacks,
crackers.
Yeah. Great.
Be careful, yeah?
All our sheep are back in their pens.
I don't know for how long.
We need to start culling the herd.
Agreed.
Did you talk to the artiste?
All sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
A sheep like all the rest.
Disappointing, really.
Does that mean what I think it means?
You've made me a very...
very happy man.
I can already tell. I'm in trouble.
First there was my encouraging a death march.
Lose your paper-thin masculinity?
You've been found lacking.
I find that hard to believe.
I'm not a pathetic old man past his prime
and looking for my value in other people's eyes.
You have no idea who I am.
I think I have a pretty good idea.
You've been spoiling for a fight since day one.
I guess today's your lucky day.
Stay down, old man.
I like this part.
I told him I had a bad side.
_
Isn't this amazing?
This is it,
where all the ley lines converge.
We're here.
Hey.
Let's bring forth Baphomet in a sea of blood.
Come on.
Sorry, I didn't think that going for a deck of cards
would take so long, but...
it is really quiet out there, and...
I kept imagining that something was gonna jump out and get me.
- This is so messed up. - Yeah.
There's nothing worse than being alone.
It's like nobody cares.
Honestly, I didn't become a blogger
because I wanted a ton of one-on-one.
If only words could keep psycho killers away.
Okay.
Crazy Eights or Gin?
- I don't know any other games. - Gimme.
Crazy Eights. Obviously.
When I was little, my mom worked late.
She sent me to my gran's and we'd play cards.
This is the only kids game that didn't drive her up the wall.
Yeah. I can't really imagine you as little.
I was always the smallest kid in my grade.
What?
I don't know, I guess I just pictured
a girl who was maybe always growing up a little bit too fast.
Her mom that works nights
and a dad that doesn't necessarily find himself
- in that picture all that often? - Oh, no, he was there,
but he was absolutely clueless when it came to kids.
Like, okay, I must have been four
when he asked me to make a bag of popcorn.
Yeah. Like, what was he thinking, right?
The bag caught fire, as it would.
And even at that age, I knew that wasn't good,
so I just took the burning bag out into the back
and turfed it into the yard.
Jesus, you were a kid. Didn't that hurt?
I mean, I got a few burns, but I was fine.
I survived.
What?
This isn't a sad story.
I learned how to rely on myself.
I can get myself out of trouble
just as fast as I can get myself into it.
Like when Ruby...
I was scared, so I just...
God, imagine how Ruby must have felt
when she saw us all coming for her.
That's so messed up.
Yeah.
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