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Ariel, this is Sara.

How many voice mails do I have to leave

before you call back?

Damn it, I need to talk to you.

Please, call me ba...

Ethan, listen.

Our circulation is up 6 percent.

You wanna know why?

Because I live on five hours' sleep and the

only man in my life is Mr. Coffee, okay?

Hang on. Hi. Thanks.

If advertisers don't like the new rates...

...then find a magazine

with bigger words and smaller pictures.

Ethan, I gotta go.

I'll talk to you about it later.

I am so glad you're here, Ariel.

Pearl Jam's manager just called,

they wanna reschedule the interview.

That's exactly why

I don't date musicians.

Oh, and also, one more thing,

your sister called last night.

I'll shoot her an e-mail

when I get a chance.

Not bad.

Have the article on my desk by 3:00.

Paul was hoping that you could make it

to the shoot later.

Really, now?

He says he wants creative input, but I think

he's looking for an excuse to see you.

I thought all photographers were gay.

Oh, well, for a gay guy,

he sure likes to stare at your ass.

Having fun?

It's a tough job,

but someone's gotta do it.

- Hey. Oh!

- Hey. Oh, come on.

When faced with natural beauty,

I just can't help myself.

- Does this rap ever work with women?

- It's not a rap if it's true.

- Right.

Huh.

The Middle Ages were

a breeding ground for superstition.

Visions of departed souls,

angels and devils were common.

While the Church grew

in power and influence...

...another movement began to spread

across the Continent like a dark plague:

The cult of the demon Baphomet.

The Inquisition forced the cult members

to go underground.

And that's when the Baphomet idol

disappeared.

The statue has been lost for centuries.

I've been trying to find it for decades.

My search has taken me all across Europe

and deep into the Old World's bloody past.

Man has always been drawn

to the dark side, which is good for me.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be selling

any books today.

And after that shameless plug,

I thank you.

Thank you.

Woo! Yeah. Right on.

Guys, guys, please, one at a time, really.

The book's not even that good.

Ho, ho, ho.

So, what does a girl have to do

to get her book signed?

Hold it.

Oh! Okay.

Okay.

Dr. Hammer.

- Oh. Heh, heh, heh.

- Dude, can you knock?

- Someone's working hard on their Ph.D.

- F*ck you, Kyle.

Cut it out, the both of you.

What is it, Kyle?

Oh, shit, sorry.

I thought this couldn't wait.

It's about Sara Wolfe.

Sorry, sorry.

No, no, it's okay.

Mom, this isn't a good time.

Mom?

Mom, what's wrong?

Hey.

Thanks.

The neighbors found her

early this morning.

The cops say she shot herself.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

You know, my sister needed to talk me,

and all I could think about was work.

If there's anything you need, just...

Are you free tonight?

I really appreciate you coming along.

I don't think I could do this by myself.

Yeah, I'm glad to help out.

You sure you wanna do this?

You know, Sara was trying to reach me

before she died.

I need to know why.

Holy shit.

Isn't this the house where

all those people died a few years ago?

Yeah. My sister was one of the few

that made it out alive.

I remember seeing it on the news.

Steven Price flipped out,

went on a killing spree.

Not what happened,

according to my sister.

- What do you mean?

- Sara believed the house was haunted.

That ghosts killed Price's party guests.

Well, that's insane.

That's why we stopped talking.

Sara?

You must help them.

Hey, what...? What is it?

Are you okay? What's wrong?

- You didn't see that?

- See what?

God, I think I'm losing my mind.

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