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Thank you.

Mr. Grissom,

can you hear me?

All right.

Now, I want you to walk

to your starting point,

Close your eyes, and breathe.

Just watch it, please.

You know what?

You watch it.

I carry a gun in here, okay?

I got a license

and everything, so- ...

Jesus Christ.

All I'm saying is

don't f*** with my son.

(machine beeps)

Are you there,

Mr. Grissom?

(Miles)

Yes.

Your eyes still closed?

Yes.

All right.

Open them.

Start walking.

Who are we here for,

Mr. Grissom?

Tell me his name.

Kieran.

(low electric humming)

What's that?

Sounds, Mr. Grissom,

I'm sending you sounds.

(static warble)

What are you thinking

about, Mr. Grissom?

I'm thinking about him.

Kieran Saville.

Dying in a small metal box,

alone.

Call him.

Kieran?

I can't hear you,

Mr. Grissom.

Kieran!

Go to the stairs.

(humming intensifies)

(breathing heavily)

Can I take

the headphones off, please?

No.

I don't think I can...

Yes, you can.

You're not gonna stop now.

Go to the locker.

(whispers)

I'm here.

Now again, call him.

Kieran?

Open the locker.

No, I can't It's locked.

Is it?

Try.

(static warbles)

I can't move.

I can't move anything.

I can barely...

Open it!

(distorted laughter)

(locker door closes)

It's incredible.

Look at you.

You're still shaking.

I just...

It'll take some time.

No.

You just have to...

You just have to let it

settle in, all right?

No, no, no it was him.

It was him.

I mean, that's gotta be...

No, no, that is proof.

But of what, exactly?

I can't wrap my mind

around this.

(Charlotte)

Hey!

I caught the ghost.

I'm a ghost catcher,

or whatever you call it.

(Miles)

Let's just go.

We'll just get in the car.

Mr. Grissom?

The boy was a failsafe.

He was a what?

A failsafe.

I told him to come out

of the wood shop if,

and only if, nothing

happened at the locker.

Those were his instructions,

I swear to you.

You thought it would work.

It did work, or it did with me.

It just...

It's...

It's just not foolproof.

Not yet.

(engine starts)

Drive slower.

(car thumps)

Mom, careful, please.

Are the child locks on?

It's stuck.

It's been stuck like that

for Christ knows how long.

I really like the back seat.

It makes me feel like

when I was really little.

Mmm.

I used to sit back here

and look between you two.

Jesus, this car is old as hell.

I was right here looking

between you and Dad.

(Charlotte)

You really remember that?

He'd drop me off at the cleaners

on his way to the factory.

The whole drive,

we'd have these

elaborate fake arguments

over which one of us got to

take you to work with them.

You both wanted me.

Yes.

Always.

You were the greatest baby.

And whoever came up with

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