Previously, on Beyond...
You put him in a coma?
Cryogenic sleep is more accurate.
Welcome to management.
Even if I had the footage of the things that happened
in your home, Tom, I truly doubt
you'd wanna see it.
Who's Edgar L. Abbot?
I don't know. But we need to find him.
Good, we are all here.
You bought a gun to kill Arthur.
I'm a better person than them.
Charlie...
Aaugh!
Ohhhh!
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Who are you?
Ohhh!
What are you?
I'm home.
Back off him! Now!
Back! Off! Now!
We've got a body in here!
He lied about everything.
That stupid freezer. His visions. Him and Charlie.
How does she even know him?
You said she was in a coma.
And she mentioned my grandfather,
so she has to know him from his research.
Are Th... Are there others?
Like Holden?
I know Arthur's been at this for a really long time.
But he's never mentioned anything about a Charlie.
Doesn't mean they don't know one another.
Do you think she's the one that broke into his house?
I...
I really don't know.
I'm so sorry you got dragged into all of this.
I dragged myself into this.
I... I couldn't live with you thinking
that you're better at Mortal Kombat than me.
Why do you care what I think?
Things have been so hard lately.
And you didn't have to be there for me.
But you were.
Thank you.
Ah, it's nothing. Heh.
It's not nothing.
I think we need to stop.
Sorry, I just mean that I...
I think we should stop seeing each other.
Why?
Given the circumstances,
I just think that maybe...
this isn't the best idea.
What circumstances?
- Willa... - What circumstances?
I like you.
And not in like a...
you're cool and you're my friend
kinda way.
You're... beautiful.
And... mysterious, and smart as hell,
and like a total badass,
and, like, a million times more interesting
than the entire population of Fort Reed combined.
And I just think that I would be a complete piece of garbage
if I let this go any further.
Holden may be acting like a tool right now...
I mean, he's definitely acting like a tool right now.
But he's still my brother.
I can't.
Could you just say something?
Please?
I'm such an idiot.
No. No, you're not.
Willa...
Listen...
I know you're not the instigator here.
Couple of kids in the parking lot saw the guy go in
and attack the manager.
I saw how he was wailing on you.
So if you're worried about incriminating yourself...
I don't know who he is, Sheriff.
Holden!
Sorry.
Did you know that there are people in this town
that I only ever see at pancake dinners.
This stuff just keeps finding me.
I can't help it.
Why?
Why does this stuff keep finding you?
Just tell me what's going on, I can help.
Really wish I could, Sheriff.
I swear.
Okay.
Well, don't go disappearing on me.
Might need to talk to you again.
- I'm free to go? - Yeah.
Make sure you tell your folks what happened tonight.
No one likes a late night phone call from the police.
I will, sir.
Actually, um, there is... one thing you could do to help.
What's that?
Could I talk to him?
He came after me.
Maybe I can get him to tell me why.
Five minutes.
Don't antagonize him.
What's your name?
What do you want with me?
We want to thank you.
For what?
You entered a forbidden world.
Molded it, bent it, broke it.
You freed us.
And now we've come to this world.
We've come to mold it, to bend it, break it.
We've come to make it our own.
You're from the Realm.
Are you alone?
We are many.
We are everywhere.
Would you like to see what I see?
You see?
Everything you love will be dust!
Your world will become our world!
There's no stopping it now!
Let him go! Hey!
Hey...
come on.
Whoa...
Did you get your face stuck in the ball return after we left?
Yeah. Almost.
How... how'd you know I was here?
I saw the cops breakin' the sound barrier
headed toward the bowling alley.
Went back to check it out.
Who did that to your face?
You mean what.
I think he's... it's... from the Realm.
That stuff I've been telling you?
My dreams?
Visions? That... feeling I've had
that something's about to go wrong?
It's all happening. It's real!
What? You don't believe me?
Of course I believe you. This is what I've been talking about...
- Charlie... - Don't "Charlie" me!
Run away with me!
Okay, gas up and get the hell outta here.
I'll even let you drive.
- That's not funny. - I'm not kidding.
If what you're saying is anything close to true,
the only way I know how to help you is to get you away from here.
Okay, fine. Go alone.
Just get out of Fort Reed.
Okay? Change your name, dye your hair, whatever you gotta do
to leave this behind forever.
Holden, I'm literally asking you
not to answer the call right now.
- I have to. - No, you don't!
Stop acting like this is about protecting me!
What the hell else would it be about?
You're scared.
Okay. That's not funny.
This is what you do. Charlie, you don't fix problems.
You displace them.
What... Uh, hiding your sister.
Avoiding me.
Fooling yourself into thinking you're gonna come here to kill Arthur,
but problems just keep finding you, don't they?
That... thing in there, it's not gonna stop.
So neither can I.
Hey, Jeff.
Hey, I found out who Edgar Abbot is.
But we're gonna have to take a field trip.
Field trip? ?What'd you find out?
I'll explain it on the way.
Meet me in an hour. I'll text you the details.
I'll see you then.
Look, you do... whatever you want.
Jeff and I are gonna figure out what's wrong with that freezer,
and then, we're gonna see about that guy that attacked me.
You're an idiot, Holden.
Yeah. Probably.
Will you be here when I get back?
I'd tell you to say hi to your folks for me,
but... I don't think they like me very much.
Yeah, well, Kevin didn't exactly sing your praises.
I'm gonna talk to them.
You know, you've really been there for us for the past few weeks,
and they should know that.
Thanks.
I think while you're at your parents,
Holden and I are gonna take a road trip.
Promise me you'll be careful.
I'll be here when you and Landon come back.
So I spoke to Pastor Ian.
Yeah?
Uh, he and Helping Hands invited me on a retreat.
It's just a ranch.
They do group therapy, activities, Kumbaya.
They said Landon could come.
They even invited you.
I'll... I'll think about it.
Can we talk about it when we're all back home in a couple days?
Yeah, of course.
Go do your thing.
We'll see you when you get back.
Thanks.
What were you thinking?
Diane, Ian is a creep. All right?
- You know what he said? - Did anyone see you?
His secretary was there.
The chatterbox... she was gone by the time I left.
And Ian?
He's fine, he's just missing a few teeth.
He baited me. That son of a bitch,
he wanted me to hit him.
Yeah. He thought he did.
Believe me... Ian's not the kind of guy who can take a hit.
Yeah. I think he found that out pretty quick.
You know we have to fix this.
Yeah... that's why I'm goin' to the Sheriff's office.
You're joking, right?
You have a prior assault charge, Tom,
and you just beat up the town pastor.
- No. I'll go. - Diane, listen to me.
It can't look like I'm hiding.
Okay? If I own up to it,
pull off the Band-Aid, and it shows that we're
not hiding anything,
then we can talk openly about that creep hiding cameras
and spying on my wife and my two sons.
And what? I just wait here?
No, no, no, you hold down the fort.
Diane, look. I hated the fact that you and Ian were gonna
get back together. Even though it wasn't for real.
I should've supported you like you supported me.
I messed up. All right?
Let me fix it.
Okay.
Expenses remain manageable at the moment.
We've been able to fudge the numbers
and hide operating costs for the facility inside food
and kitchen expenses.
As for the patients, things are looking pretty normal,
save for some slight fluctuations in vital signs
this morning.
- Excuse me, Mr... - What do you want?
There's a situation in Fort Reed.
I've tried multiple times to get in touch
with Ms. Shoemacher, but she's incommunicado right now.
What kind of situation?
Understood.
Don't worry about bothering Ms. Shoemacher with this.
I know Fort Reed better than she does. I'll handle the situation.
But... Sir, you haven't been doing this very long.
- I think that... - No, George. You don't think.
You get Ms. Shoemacher her lattes.
I said I'll handle the situation.
Yes, sir.
What about your orientation?
Have a good trip.
Thank you.
I will.
Morning, friend.
Ahh...
Morning.
Anything I can help you with?
Looks like you've had a rough night.
Well, it's nothing you need to concern yourself with.
As fate would have it, it's the reason I'm here.
I'm visiting on behalf of Hollow Sky.
They, um... They got my message?
You're one of the flock.
We'd never leave you for the wolves.
Well, it's, uh... it's great to meet you.
Ian. And you are...?
It's not important.
What is important is that you give me a little more information.
Oh, whatever you need.
How did Diane Matthews find out about the cameras?
Well... between you and me, the people your people sent over
to install the cameras... they weren't exactly the most discreet.
Ohh.
Did you access the feed yourself?
I'm a bit of a Luddite, to be honest.
And I would never violate her family's privacy...
well, like that.
And you didn't make copies of those feeds?
Save 'em onto your computer or hard drive?
Uh, like I said, my friend, I wouldn't even know how.
And if there were copies, they would disappear?
You'd be surprised how easily things can disappear.
I understand.
Do you?
I do.
It was great to meet you, Pastor.
We'll be in touch.
Come on...
come on, where are you, you little bastards?
Mom?
Honey... we should talk.
Your dad and I have been up to... a lot that we haven't told you about.
We've been talking to the FBI.
You, what?
Pastor Ian isn't who he says he is.
He belongs to some cult called Hollow Sky.
And the FBI is investigating them.
They told us that there are some people who have gone missing,
and they think that this cult is responsible.
And... we're helping because it seems that Hollow Sky...
has shown interest in Holden.
So, what... are you, like, the Mata Hari for the FBI or something?
Luke, they put cameras in our house.
Your father's gone to talk to the Sheriff as we speak.
So, you and... Dad...
have been doing... all of this
because you think a cult has some weird interest in Holden?
Heh... Maybe you should be talkin' to him right now.
No, I... I don't want him to worry.
He... He's not a kid anymore.
I mean, have you ever thought that maybe he's keeping things from you?
Why would he do that?
Because he's not as helpless as you think he is.
But you know, God forbid he be held responsible for anything, right?
- Luke... - No, Mom, look at you.
You were just smashing family photos in our dining room
looking for cameras. I mean, have you spent any time at all wondering
what Holden's been up to?
Why are we all so worried about protecting his feelings?
Luke!
I'm sorry.
Dr. Francis Chang?
Short notice.
You doin' okay with the, uh...?
Uh, yeah, it's a... it's fine.
Is there somethin' we need to be worryin' about?
Do we need to storm the Sheriff's station or somethin'?
Let's call that Plan B.
First we have to talk to this Edgar guy.
- Hm. - Find out what he knows.
You think that guy that attacked you and the freezer are related?
Doctor... Chang?
That's me.
And this is my research assistant.
Warren.
I'm Dr. Tolan, Edgar's head doctor. Shall we?
We shall.
You're not part of the regular Hollow Sky rotation, Dr. Chang.
Ms. Shoemacher felt it necessary to send someone she really trusted.
She unsatisfied with the care we're providing?
She's just being thorough.
Well, as I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Abbot has been docile for years.
Never caused trouble. Yet, over the past month
he's become quite a handful.
Scaring the orderlies, babbling about an imaginary friend
he's named "Holden Matthews."
Starting fires, which, as you can imagine, have been a serious problem.
But here's what concerns me. These fires?
We can never seem to find the point of origin.
We've taken every precaution to no avail,
so, I've been exploring some extracurricular research.
There's interesting work out there by a man named Arthur Forman.
It's mostly fringe science, but he posits that there
are people out there who awake from comas with the ability
to manipulate the physical world using their minds.
You think Edgar can start fires with his mind?
We call it pyrokinesis.
And that's Arthur Forman's hypothesis?
It's Stephen King.
Look, I am acutely aware of how bizarre it sounds,
but I can only theorize based on my experience.
See for yourself, Dr. Chang.
So try not to let him get agitated.
And if he does start a fire... do me a favor and take some notes.
Thank you.
Edgar?
Hey... do you mind if we talk?
Uh...
Edgar?
You in there?
Hey... it's me.
Holden Matthews.
They're here... aren't they?
Hey. You still got time to make a statement?
You okay?
Yeah.
Deputy Franklin.
Chaaaaaarlie...
I know, I know, but...
Chaaaaaarlie...
Admit it... you're better off without her.
Without who?
Anabelle.
Ohhh...
It's so, so good to talk to someone
beside those Hollow Sky Moonies.
They've been trying to get the freezer's location
out of me for so long. Years, I... I think.
I'm just so, so glad to hear you found it first.
I knew that would happen if I just trusted you, Holden.
I saw it each and every time I shut my eyes, I Ne... I never broke.
Never. 'Cause I knew this day would come.
Edgar... how do you know my name?
He told me.
Who?
The man in my head.
So, what's with this freezer?
Why'd you bury it in the woods?
So they wouldn't find it.
The freezer takes you to the Realm.
It's the only way you, and me, and everyone,
will survive what's coming.
And what's coming?
You were attacked by a being that crossed over, right?
How do you know that?
Right.
Okay, so, the thing that attacked me. Wh... What does it want?
What does cancer want?
It wants to grow, overtake, survive, by any means necessary.
Uh, wait, just...
back up to this voice in your head.
The Realm has a funny way of communicating.
It stays with you. Some hear voices,
others see images, symbols.
The Realm wants to be heard.
But only a select few are capable of truly listening.
You've been experiencing parasomnia, right?
- Para who? - Somnia.
Somnambulism. That state between sleep and consciousness,
tapping into a state of existence that's typically only achievable
through the use of hallucinogenic drugs or extreme starvation.
It's classic. Ancient.
Norse seidr, Persian ascetics...
indigenous cultures of the Americas,
and... and the Pacific, Greek priestesses,
Victorian spiritualists, hippie kids in the desert.
We're driven by this desperate need
to seek out that state of consciousness
and achieve some form of enlightenment.
And now, here we are.
Bunch of unlucky mortals who bumped our heads
and opened the floodgates.
Visions of freezers and farm boys dancing through our minds.
I'm not a farm boy.
Bit tardy, aren't we? Your associates are already with Edgar.
Our associates?
Dr. Chang and his assistant.
We've gotta use that freezer to block more of 'em from comin' over.
Hollow Sky in their supreme "death is just the beginning"
idiocy have used that machine
to go places no regular person should be allowed to go.
The worlds must remain separate.
So... So you're familiar with Arthur Forman's theories.
Uh, yeah, you could say that.
Hey, guys?
I think our cover's about to get blown.
Hollow Sky goons here for their weekly visit.
Why'd we come here the same day as Hollow Sky?
Hey, I told you, I had pretty damn short notice.
Okay, wait... Edgar, what else can you tell us about the thing
that attacked me? What does it want? How do we kill it?
- Follow your dreams. - Back door.
- But we're gonna need a... - A distraction? Easy peasy.
Fire!
Oh, no!
Let's go, come on!
We can't just leave him here.
There's not much else we can do here, man.
We gotta come back for him.
Annabelle, pick up, you little brat.
Come on. Pick up.
You broke into my grandfather's house.
You're going to tell me why.
Sit down.
What's the gun for?
I brought it in case Arthur got an itch on his back.
You think you're cute, don't you?
I do, actually.
I should go to the police.
Something tells me that's not in your nature.
Why do you hate him?
You're kidding, right?
He gave up so much for people like you.
His relationship with his family... me.
Man, I bet the boys really eat up your whole wounded,
exotic flower thing, don't they?
As opposed to that aloof, bad-girl facade?
So, did you intentionally act as a honeypot for Holden in the Realm?
Pretty granddaughter there to make the teenage boy stick around?
Holden wanted to help us.
Just because you couldn't handle it.
Like you have any idea what Holden wanted.
Oh, and you do?
Why? Because you're special, like him?
Special?
Yes, a very special little suicidal kid
who went and put herself in a coma?
Yeah. You know, when I found myself in the Realm,
Arthur made me feel like I could finally be safe. Finally belong.
Until he realized I couldn't get him what he wanted.
Couldn't help him win his little fight with Frost.
So he dropped me. And when I woke up?
He ghosted. Poof.
So I drifted from foster home to foster home,
some nice, some not so nice.
Then I fell in with Hollow Sky and Frost, because I had nothing else.
And the whole time, I had to figure out how to bridge the time
I lost in my coma.
Figure out how to navigate these ridiculous powers I woke up with.
Figure out how to survive!
It all felt very special. Believe me.
Arthur... destroyed my life.
So I wanted to destroy his.
But he's not dead.
You didn't go through with it.
Why?
You're gonna have to put that gun to my head
if you want an answer to that one.
You got scared. Didn't you?
What is with you guys, accusing me of being scared,
like it's some character flaw?
Holden nearly got killed last night by some Realm defector
you and your grandpa unleashed, and you're gonna sit here and...
Wait... What are you talking about?
Someone tried to kill him?
Is he okay?
You don't know, do you?
You're gonna wanna sit back down.
Do you wanna know what happened or not?
Can I have my gun back?
You called me a honeypot.
Fine.
All right. All right, listen...
I... I'm sure the Sheriff's got his hands full dealing
with noise complaints or something, but I need to see him now.
And I'm telling you if you sign in, I'll let him know.
Damn it! I'm tryin' to turn myself in here.
I have information on Pastor Ian Brachman,
and I need to speak to Dayton now.
Tom... Holden's fine, we've got the guy behind bars.
Holden? What guy?
What happened?
I told him to talk to you.
He was out bowling with his friends last night
when a guy showed up and attacked him.
Where's Holden?
Is he okay? Is he here? Now?
We let him go hours ago. He's fine, but...
this guy that attacked him, we put some feelers out.
He's wanted for questioning in regard to the death of his parents.
In Argentina.
I wanna see him. I wanna see the kid who attacked my son.
That's not a good idea.
Sheriff? That's him.
The man who attacked Pastor Ian.
Tom, what's she talking about?
Just look at his hand.
Maybe you should come with me, Mr. Matthews.
No. Not until I see the bastard who attacked my son.
Tell your deputy to get his hands off of me, John.
Tom, just go with him, okay?
- Let go! - Hey!
- Relax! - Aah! Let go! Aah!
- Let's go! - Relax, Tom.
Let go of me, I wanna see him!
- Tom, Relax! - Aah!
- Let's go! - Ooh, boy. That's gonna be fun.
So... explain again what you came in here for.
Oh... wife thinks someone's stealin' our trash,
but I'm pretty sure it's just the raccoons.
# Twinkle, twinkle little star #
# How I wonder what you are #
# Up above the world so high #
# Like a diamond in the sky #
Excuse me... pardon me...
- Pardon me. - # Twinkle, twinkle little star #
- Sorry, ma'am. - # How I wonder what you are #
Oh, wow, Emily. Is she gonna do a solo?
Please don't discuss my daughter.
What did you learn, Ramon?
Holden got into some kind of fight with some Argentinian kid.
- Is he alive? - # How I wonder what you are #
- Wh... Which one? - # Up above the world so high #
Holden.
- Yeah. Actually, they both are. - # Like a diamond in the sky #
- So why'd you ask me which... - Shhh!
# Twinkle, twinkle little star #
- What else? - # How I wonder what you are #
Parents are talkin' to the cops.
And the pastor, is he talking?
Not as far as I could tell.
Thank you, Ramon.
Are you gonna tell Ms. Shoemacher?
Not yet. There's still work to be done.
Don't take this the wrong way...
but do you know what you're doing?
Of course I know what I'm doing.
I'm in management now.
# A dream is a wish your heart makes #
# When you're fast asleep #
# In dreams you will lose your heartaches #
# Whatever you wish for, you keep #
Ahhh!
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