Finale Page #3

It's not that.

" Cover the mirrors.

Not enough. "

[Screams]

"10:
28."

[Glass shattering]

" Reflections.

Any reflections. "

" Black paint. "

"Worked.

Cover everything.

The Collector

comes for us. "

" Must protect. "

Must protect...

Must protect who?

Oh, my God.

[Demon howling]

He was covering the reflections

to keep him out.

Oh, sh*t.

[Paint buckets sloshing]

[Tires squeal]

[Grunts]

Cover the mirrors.

Cover the mirrors.

Oh.

Black paint.

[Groaning]

[Gasps]

[Sobbing]

[Sobbing and laughing]

[Whimpering]

[Buttons beeping]

[Demon hissing]

Pacific Daylight Time

will be 10:
28 and 30 seconds.

Beep!

[Groans]

[Demon howling]

[Gasping]

Helen, what is...

Get out of my way!

What the hell

is going on here?

[Yelps]

Mom!

[Glass shatters]

[Screams]

Call 911.

Call 911!

I got him.

I got him.

I got him.

I stopped him

from coming in.

[Sighs]

Charlie?

Hey, I'm here.

Peter came down

to see you,

left you some flowers.

How are you feeling?

Where's Kathryn?

She's at play rehearsal.

We have been so worried.

At play rehearsal?

Yeah, we have been

so worried about you.

No, Charlie, we got

to get her out of there.

- No, no, no.

- No. Mrs. Bliss.

You've got to lie down.

Mrs. Bliss,

she's a part of it.

No, no.

You have got to lie down.

No.

Look, we have

got to talk about

what you think you saw

in the mirror.

What I saw

in the mirror?

Yes.

You didn't see it?

See what?

You didn't see him?

It was...

See who?

The Collector.

- What?

- Charlie.

Look, I'll go get Kate

if you just lie back.

No, no.

Let me go.

Helen, what?

We got to go.

We got to go.

Helen!

Helen?

We' re over here.

Drive faster,

drive faster, drive faster.

Helen, get a grip,

will you, please?

We' re here, all right?

[Scoffs]

What?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Don't; you'll pull out

your stitches!

Oh, no!

[Panting]

[Inhales]

Confess!

This is madness!

Won't any of you

listen to me?

You leave us no choice.

Perfect.

Marvelous.

[Screams]

No!

Can we get some help?

Let me go!

Let me go!

[Laughs]

Let me go!

No, no, no!

You' re...

[yelps]

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie?

Charlie!

Are you okay?

Mom?

What are you doing here?

You' re okay.

Yeah, it's just

the dry run.

The show opens

tomorrow night.

I am so sorry.

She just hasn't been

herself recently.

I'll keep you both

in my prayers.

Katie?

[Objects clattering]

Katie?

[Knocks at door]

Ow, f***.

Katie?

You've got

a lot of stuff in there.

I got to take it down.

Come on.

Open the door.

Katie?

Katie?

Damn it, Katie.

Come on, let me.

Let me in.

You got to let me in.

Katie?

[Gasps]

Oh, God, Charlie.

[Shushes]

[Broken glass jingling]

[Sighs]

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