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I'll be okay.

All right.

Let's crash this party.

Get off. Get off me.

What's going on?

Looks like we've got visitors.

Ariel. What are you doing here?

Desmond.

Oh, sh*t.

Ariel, why did you

bring these people here?

Mmm... She didn't.

We just kind of let ourselves in.

Guess what I found.

What's going on? You know this a**hole?

Desmond Niles,

a former student of mine.

"A**hole." That's not very friendly, Ariel.

And actually, Richie boy...

...nowadays, I'm not your student...

...I'm your competition.

Who's your buyer? Maxwell? Rupert?

A gentleman never kisses and tells.

This statue belongs in a museum,

not in the hands of some private collector.

I got 5 million reasons that say otherwise.

How did you find out about the journal?

This is where it gets ugly.

Why am I not surprised?

Michelle, what the hell's going on here?

It's really simple, honey.

I'm about to graduate.

Am I gonna teach a bunch of freshmen...

...the difference between Homo erectus...

...and Homo sapiens?

Or am I gonna sit on a yacht

and work on my tan?

How can you be saying these things?

What did he do to you?

- Everything?

- Yeah.

That you were too busy to do.

Jesus. I don't know you.

You gonna leave

without giving me a goodbye kiss?

Did you hear that?

The house is going into lockdown.

What are you talking about?

Vannacutt installed a mechanism

that can seal up the whole asylum.

Made it impossible for patients to escape.

That's how Price's guests

got trapped in the first place.

Good old Vannacutt.

The field of medicine

wouldn't be the same without him.

If this place goes into lockdown,

we'll be trapped.

Well, that's why our first stop's

gonna be the master control room.

Let the tour begin.

Mansions with their own mental wards.

Only in f***ing L.A.

How twisted.

Having a hard time deciphering

Vannacutt's handwriting?

You should let me take a look.

Richard.

Oh.

Does anyone else wanna take a look?

No? Okay. I didn't think so.

As far as I can tell,

Vannacutt hid the idol...

...in a secret chamber

deep in the basement.

So why don't we all take a corridor...

...and cover as much ground as possible?

Whoa, time-out.

Desmond, right?

You're not seriously suggesting

that we all split up...

...in a haunted house, are you?

F***ing shitty water.

That's all I needed.

Knee-high in shitty water.

Thanks a lot.

Come on, mate.

You kind of look familiar to me.

Oh, my God, I've got it.

You're "Notorious" Norris Boz, right?

You were like

UFC heavyweight champ, dude.

Yeah. Ha, ha, ha!

Those were the good old days.

Heh, heh, heh.

Ow.

Yeah, good old days.

Just so you know, you fight like a girl.

Like a lady.

Oh, f*** this, mate. Come on, whatever.

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