The Banshee Chapter

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We are not professing

to tell you...

the complete story

of these activities.

We are professing to tell you

the complete story that we know.

But these records that we've

uncovered don't tell the story.

They tell pieces of it.

They were looking for...

fundamental information

on compounds that were... would

be capable of causing...

changes in behavior,

changes in mental attitude.

Did you ever consider

what would have happened

if any of these substances

were given to, say,

unwitting people?

Testing it out on an

American citizen?

I...

I guess I must seem very,

very cold-blooded about this,

but I don't recall ever having been

very much preoccupied

with that, uh... with that issue.

Thousands of

government-sponsored experiments

did take place at hospitals,

universities,

and military bases

around our nation.

Some were unethical,

not only by today's standards,

but by the standards of the time

in which they were conducted.

Between the injection and the effects,

the patient was

transported to whatever

or wherever it is

that DMT leads people.

When the Freedom of Information Act

released a bunch of documents,

you found out that all

these different subjects

that had taken this chemical

all experienced the same

phenomena under the drug.

They experienced something out there

that came to them,

that met them halfway.

But what you can't lose sight of

is what all of this would mean

in terms of individual human beings.

There would be deaths,

there would be long-lasting

and harmful effects.

Everyone who took this chemical saw

and witnessed the same thing,

and they all named it

the same thing,

even though they

were separate subjects.

What'd they, uh...

What'd they name it?

Well, that's actually the

name of the chapter.

These entities were kind

of malignant and threatening.

And, actually, a handful

of the volunteers

had traumatic and terrible

encounters with these entities.

Nobody should have

to go through this.

The United States of America

offers a sincere apology

to those of our citizens

who were subjected

to these experiments,

to their families,

and to their communities.

It's something that

I think the general public

has no idea that

our government was doing

and could really open up some...

some eyes.

And would you ever, uh... Would

you ever try the chemical?

Uh, that's a big question, isn't it?

That's the million dollar question.

James Hirsch was a

close friend of mine.

We graduated together

from Atticus University.

We both took

writing courses together,

and we'd often work

on stories late into the night.

We wasted countless hours

at the bar

arguing about

political philosophy and movies.

But four years later,

my friend James went missing.

All right, it's on.

Now what do you want

me to do with it?

Just, um...

I don't trust myself to take accurate

notes while I'm on the chemical,

so I'm gonna ingest it, and

you're going to record.

Okay.

Okay.

Hello. My name is James,

and this little guy

is 150 milligrams

of specially enhanced

Dimethyltryptamine, DMT 19.

It's supposedly impossible

to find, but here I have it.

Well, where'd you get it?

Some friends in Colorado.

Oh, uh, FYI, Renny,

if this little chemistry

experiment goes sideways,

I want you to finish my

book and dedicate it to me.

Okay.

Be a terrible book.

Might be a terrible book anyway.

We're not actually doing

anything illegal here.

Whoa, you look so weird, dude.

Shut up.

No, just kidding.

You look the same.

Do you feel anything?

No?

No, I don't feel anything yet.

Hey, I don't want to see myself

doing some weird drug on

YouTube.

Well, if you do anything

remotely funny,

I might actually save it.

Don't f*** with me, Renny.

So if nothing happens,

are you gonna just make

something up for your book?

Wait. Do you...

What is that?

Do you hear that?

That radio?

Where's it coming from?

It's like interference.

What is that?

Wait.

What if it's coming from

something in the house?

Do you think someone's here?

I don't like this.

We should call someone.

I ingested the chemical, remember?

I took that. We don't...

Oh, f***, Renny.

What?

It's coming towards the house.

What is?

I don't know.

What is this?!

What do you want me to do?

This...

Help!

Look, you think maybe he

was having some kind of spasm,

some kind of reaction

to the drug he took?

Look, no. It wasn't...

Can you recall making any movements

to strike or push him

when he was convulsing?

Is that how it happened?

No, I...

No. I just ran.

I don't know what happened...

And you didn't take the drug?

No, I didn't.

Are you sure?

I didn't take the chemical!

James and I didn't see

each other much after college.

True to both our words,

he struggled as a young,

but talented novelist.

I got into journalism

at an online news site.

Occasionally, we'd drop

each other an email

just to check in.

No one could tell me exactly

what had happened to James

because no one knew.

Nevada law enforcement

officials suspected

he'd been murdered

by his friend, Renny Seegan,

after James ingested

an enhanced form

of a rare contraband chemical

known as Dimethyltryptamine.

I been real nice up to now,

but I'm gonna...

I'm gonna f*** your world, kid.

Have you seen the kind of boys

we got down there

in the county lockup?

I'm gonna put you in there

with those son of a b*tches.

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