The Seamstress

[woman gasping]

[children's voices]

- Mommy!

[children crying]

[cell phone ringing]

[static crackling]

[roaring]

[ominous piano music]

[panting]

- Al? It's dad.

I know I said I'd never

leave you again,

but I had to come home

and take care of some old business.

thump!

It's time.

You know how much I love you, right?

You've always been there for me,

and I just wanted to say thanks.

[dry scraping]

I've got to go.

But I'll see you soon, okay?

I love you.

Oh, my god.

It is you, isn't it?

You're the real one.

No, oh, god, no.

Please.

Don't take my eyes.

No!

[screaming]

No, no.

Don't take my eyes, please.

I have a daughter!

[screaming]

You know how much

I love you, right?

You've always been there for me,

and I just wanted to say thanks.

I've got to go.

But I'll see you soon, okay?

I love you.

[intense instrumental music]

- Allie, you sound tired.

- Yeah, Dina.

I've been up for days

trying to figure this out.

- What did you find in the locker?

- Three boxes of notes, mostly.

- It's all so scattered.

Most of the stuff doesn't make any sense.

There's these strange symbols everywhere.

I don't know.

It seems crazy,

but I think he was on to something.

I'm starting to see patterns, Dee,

mostly in my dreams, like before.

- Allie, tell me where you are.

You're not in Baltimore still, are you?

- Dina, listen to this.

"After the Holdens died,

"Logan built the symbol barrier

to contain her, to protect us.

"Logan had no power of his own.

"To create the barrier,

he had to cheat.

He changed the rules."

What does that mean?

- Curses and magic?

Allie, your dad wasn't really-

- And there's the same phrase

all over the place.

"All seven or the real one."

- Honey, please tell me where you are.

- There's a map, too, Dee,

with the same symbol on it

and seven names written on the back.

Virgil Logan:

his name's everywhere.

Collier Gatier and my dad.

He's on the list too.

My dad, you know,

he was just starting to get better,

and if someone hurt him,

I don't know what I'd do.

- Allie, you're going back home,

aren't you?

Okay, I'm getting Paul.

I'll call the others.

We're coming home.

- Dina, what if I told you I think I know

who hurt my father?

- Allie, wake up.

The rules have changed, Allie.

- Dad.

Dad, where are your glasses?

- Watch out, Allie.

- [gasping]

[bell chimes]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- You got trouble with your car?

- No.

No trouble.

- Maybe I've got the trouble, hey?

You caught me eating lunch

before breakfast.

- Are you Collier Gatier?

- Coll Gatier.

I'm Allison Plachtt;

I grew up in Sticks Creek.

Did you know my father, Donny?

- Plachtt?

Ah, newspaper guy, hey?

Yeah, he came

couple months ago, maybe.

- Well, did he say where he was going?

Or...

- He was looking for Virgil Logan.

He was pretty sure

Logan was the guy responsible

for the Seamstress killings.

Do you remember them?

- Yeah.

My dad reported on those murders.

- Yeah.

He wanted me to go with him

to Logan's place,

but I was too busy here in the shop.

- My dad knew Mr. Logan?

- It was Sheriff Logan then.

Lost his only son to the Seamstress.

Lost his job, wife left.

Bit of a hermit now.

Keeps to himself.

- What about these men?

Do you know them?

- Your dad make this list?

- Yeah, I read about them in his notes.

- Bobby and Griff Holden,

Cranky Hamilton, Trotter Skye.

He's got me here, too.

- I think he was trying

to solve those murders.

I think that's why he left.

- Lot of those guys are dead now.

- Well, did they have anything in common?

- Think he's dead?

Your dad?

Ever thought what you might do

if he's dead,

if someone killed him?

- Can I have Logan's address, please?

- See you soon, okay?

I love you.

- Logan?

- Margaret?

Margaret?

Who the hell are you?

- My father's Donny Plachtt.

He went missing.

He worked at the paper,

and I want you to tell me

where he went.

- Donny's little girl, huh?

Well...

- Three of those men are dead.

- Four.

Four are dead, not three.

- Who's number four?

- Trotter Skye.

He's dead too.

Everyone made their own mistakes.

I'm not the only one.

Your father, he used to come

and take photographs at every crime scene.

Any one of them could've been you.

He wanted to come.

- Tell me you killed Donald Plachtt.

- [groans in disgust]

My whole life, I only killed once.

What?

- He was here.

I know he was here.

Coll Gatier told me he sent him here.

Tell me you f***ing killed my father!

- Donny came here first.

- No!

- It's a lie!

- No, he was here first.

He went to see Gates,

and Gates sent him to you,

you son of a b*tch!

- Listen to me.

He came here raving,

raving about a curse.

He said I could stop it,

and then he accused me

of killing my own son.

- Did you kill him here in this house?

Was it here?

- I would sell my soul to find the man

that did this to my son.

- What is this?

- I saw what I saw.

- Where is this?

Is this where you took him?

- I heard what I heard.

I know what I know, okay?

I know what I did,

and I know what I didn't.

- I am not going away.

- Get out.

Go away.

- I'm not going away!

- Get out!

- No.

- Out.

- Go to hell.

[shouts in frustration]

- Gatier.

Gatier.

I let you in my house.

- So what were you thinking, Al,

like, all the way here?

Did you have a plan?

- What do you want to hear, Deeds?

- That it's occurred to you

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