[Distant crying]
[Muffled gasping]
Shh, shh, shh!
Donna, can you keep a secret?
It's a secret that you gave to us.
We're here to give it back to you,
just as you asked all those years ago.
We're just here to shepherd you.
It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right. Shh.
You'll see that some of them fight it.
Sometimes it takes years
when the older one doesn't want to give up.
Oh, no, no! No.
Shh, shh, shh.
[Speaking foreign language]
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[thunder rumbling]
[Banging on door]
Who is it?
Man: FBI, Special Agent Shepherd,
looking for William Anderson.
It's late. May I see some identification?
Bill's not here.
If Bill Anderson's inside,
and you're not telling the truth,
you're both in a bit of trouble.
[Thunder crashes]
- Where is he? - [Gasping]
Where is he?!
- Do you know where he is? - What are you doing?
[Sobbing] I don't even know! I don't know!
- Tell me where he is. - I don't know where he is!
Quiet down!
Calm down.
- Please! - God damn it.
- I don't know! - [Stairs creak]
No, I don't know! I don't know! God!
Oh, God, oh, God.
Hello?
Uh, it's 5122... Glenview Parkway...
There's an intruder in the house.
He has a gun.
Uh, my mom.
He... he's coming in...
Ah! Ah!
[Sighs]
[Thud]
[Gasping]
[Liquid pouring]
[Metal object clatters]
[Match lights]
[Bell jingles]
[Car starts]
[Knock on window]
- [Chuckles] - Hey, Jack.
- Hey. - Isn't it Amy's birthday tomorrow?
Why don't you come in and get her a present?
No, it's... it's today.
But she hates her birthday,
so we hardly ever celebrate each other's birthday.
Here she is.
Amy, Bobbi says it's your birthday.
Yes, it is, Brud, but this birthday I could do without.
Oh. My life didn't even begin till I was your age.
Come on. See you guys.
- Brud: Bye-bye. - Bye.
Amy, come on!
[Jazz playing]
[Clears throat]
[Chuckles] What the hell is this music?
I... I thought you hated jazz.
It was private.
I respect that.
I-I-I just never heard you listen to it before is all.
[Sighs]
Sorry, honey.
I guess the music just took me away.
Man: Tonight,
as I speak to you of them...
I fear no one.
I don't say this because my location is unknown
or my podcast is so well sock-puppeted.
No.
I fear no one because fear
derives from the unknown.
The last three weeks,
I have been telling you about Bill Anderson.
And now you know about them.
Qui reverti.
The ones who tried to kill him.
His wife, Judy, and son, Matt, lost their lives
when they tried to keep this from us.
But they cannot silence us.
Not Bill Anderson, not me, not you.
So, when they come knocking at your door...
Honor Judy and Matt Anderson.
Don't be afraid to answer.
Because this life is ours.
It's not theirs.
No, no, no, no, it is not theirs.
Fear no one.
Be loud.
This is Professor Perdu
calling to you from everywhere
and nowhere.
Over and out.
[Glasses clink]
This is not a birthday present,
so don't give me any shit.
[Laughs]
You want to go now?
Yeah, we should.
You've not been yourself.
Make a wish.
[Blows]
Try some.
It's your cake.
Oh, come on, it's good. Come on.
No, it's yours.
No.
Mm.
Know what? Now I want some.
[Laughs]
[Zipper unzips]
Woman: ♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy Birthday, dear Madison ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
[Cell phone rings]
What do you want, Simon?
We are blowing out Madison's candles.
No.
Listen, I don't care that you're her father.
Madison doesn't want to talk to you.
Because she doesn't.
[Sighs] God, Simon.
Simon... [Sighs]
Madison, where are you going?
Stay away from the water.
[Door slams]
You on your cell or at the office?
Cell.
Don't call the office.
[Car beeps, jazz playing]
Bye.
Ame?
Yeah.
Okay.
[Cloth flapping in the wind]
No.
[Knocking on door]
Who is it?
Man: FBI.
How come you got so much older, but I didn't?
Gary Fischer?
The dead do come back to life, huh?
Come on in.
Last I heard about you, years ago,
was that you had ended up in...
Indiana?
Illinois. Evanston.
- Ah, yeah. - Outside Chicago.
I'm out here in Seattle handling an estate.
I'm a lawyer.
After your book came out, I called LAPD to find you,
and they said you'd moved up here.
How'd you find this place?
My wife found it.
Amy? That's her name, right?
Is Amy around?
You ask that like you don't want her to be.
No, no, not at all. Just...
How'd you know how to find me here
at this specific address?
Oh, your neighbors, the Zimmermans.
When I drove in, I saw your display on their window.
I saw you yesterday, Gary.
I saw your car with the Illinois plates.
You knew I was there, but you waited until Amy left the house,
until there was no one around here.
So you came to one of the only cops you know personally
because you're in some kind of trouble, right?
Where can we talk?
Here is good.
No, it's not.
I can't tell you that.
Mom, I can't lie to you about it.
I don't know.
Hang on.
Maddie? Everything okay?
Couldn't be better.
Gary: All right, three weeks ago,
here in Seattle, a mother and her son,
16 years old, were murdered in their home.
Judy and Matt Anderson.
No husband?
It's always the husband.
The boy referred, in the 911 call,
to an intruder in the house.
He didn't say his father.
Where is he, the father?
Nobody knows.
Bill Anderson.
He's an acoustics engineering professor
at the University of Washington.
At the time of the murders,
Anderson was out with two other husky science professors.
What's this to you?
It's related to an estate case I'm on back in Chicago.
Just related?
You'd come all this way out here
to tell me out in the woods.
You're a cop. Were a cop.
Plus, living in the state where it happened.
Might make a good story for your next book.
You do have investigative experience.
Jack: You know, I was never going to make detective there.
Gary: Not after what happened.
Jack: Is that your way of telling me
you somehow got access to my personnel records?
Gary: Jack, look, I just heard about it,
thought you might be interested in it as a cop author.
[Sighs]
This Bill Anderson guy either kills himself in a week
or gets caught in 18 months
with some waitress in pig's knuckle, Iowa.
Always ends the same.
They have one life to live, and they can't help blowing it.
Yeah.
I better be going, Jack.
It's good to see you, though.
Yeah, you, too.
Come on.
[Madison moaning]
[Hyperventilating]
Qui, qui, qui...
[Phone ringing]
Hi, you've reached Amy Whelan.
I'm not available right now. Please leave a message.
[Beep]
Ame, it's just me... again.
Weird not to hear from you.
Love you.
Man: Alpha Oscar Three Charlie Zulu, come in.
Alpha Oscar Three Charlie Zulu, come in?
Unknown caller, by failing to identify yourself,
you are conducting an illegal radio transmission.
Oz Turner?
I-I-9-9-R-C.
There is no caller by that handle at this location.
Over.
Mr. Turner, we need to talk.
No, we don't.
It's about Bill Anderson.
[Cell phone ringing]
Amy, you all right?
Man: Lose a phone?
Who is this?
George, Seattle cab driver.
Just found this phone in the back seat.
Yeah, uh, uh, a woman? When was she in the cab?
Don't know.
Um, blonde, business suit.
I drive a lot of people.
Okay, uh, listen, she's been gone for two days.
I've been trying to get ahold of her.
Now I know why I haven't heard from her.
Can you hang on?
Do you know Le Soleil Hotel?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.
If you drive near it,
could you drop the phone off at Le Soleil Hotel
for Amy Whelan?
Amy Whelan.
I'll call and tell them to expect you.
50 bucks.
All right.
All right, you know where and who?
Yeah, yeah, Annie Whelan, Le Soleil.
Amy. No, Amy!
God...
[Phone rings]
Man: Good evening. Le Soleil Hotel, Seattle.
Amy Whelan, please.
Certainly.
I'm sorry. May I have that name again?
Amy Whelan.
I'm her husband.
We do not have a guest registered
under the name Amy Whelan at the present time.
She would have checked in two days ago.
I'm sorry, sir.
Okay, look, um...
A cab driver called and said he'd found my wife's cell phone.
I told him to drop it off there.
May I do that and advance his reward from my credit card?
When I find her, I'll have Amy pick it up.
Sure, that would be fine.
Thank you.
[Pounding keys]
[Gasps softly]
[Moans]
Hey, sweetie?
Can you keep a secret?
Go ahead, take it.
Nine years goes fast, eh, Marcus?
[Cocks gun]
[Gasps]
Please!
Please, please don't kill me!
My name is not Marcus! It's not Marcus!
I'm just a kid! I'm Madison!
I don't know who Marcus is!
Mommy! Mommy!
Please don't kill me.
[Uncocks gun]
Hey, thanks for letting me borrow it.
I'm sorry it's so last minute.
I'll have it back tomorrow.
One quirk about this car though, Jack.
The engine mounts should have been replaced years ago.
[Rumbling]
[Tapping]
[Phone rings]
Woman: Good afternoon, Kerry, Crane, and Hardy.
Hi, uh, Amy Whelan, please?
Woman #2: Can I help you?
Yes. Amy Whelan, please?
Mr. Crane is in a meeting at the moment.
Well, that's great.
I'm looking for Amy Whelan.
I'll have him return your call.
[Click]
Sir? You said you'd be right out?
Sure, uh, just one second.
Of course, sir, but in that second,
should I park the car or have it towed?
Professor Perdu?
Mr. Segreto?
How did you... [Clears throat]
How'd you get my cell number?
My radio call sign?
Oh, well, if I didn't,
you'd think you were dealing with amateurs, right?
People far beneath your own capabilities.
I understand the need to keep your broadcast oblique.
If people knew or even suspect...
It would all fall apart.
And people like us have a responsibility, don't we?
Tell me, Oz...
May I use your real name?
This theory...
Is it yours?
I met a guy...
In Seattle.
Bill Anderson.
He's working on something in his basement.
He's got some way out there ideas.
But he's an acoustics engineering professor
at the University of Washington, so...
Like, he told me that, uh...
All of the major cathedral organs in Europe
have 32-foot organ pipes that produce infrasound.
It's a sound too low for the human ear to hear.
Why?
What unknown effects could these frequencies have on us?
Through sound, Mr. Segreto,
you are able to experience other frequencies.
And now we have to teach others
to hear these frequencies again.
Tell me, if we could hear them,
what, for example, would we hear?
How to never die.
Who else knows of your research?
I don't know.
It's the stuff that I talk about on my radio show,
but only Bill and me know
the really mind-blowing parts of his theory.
Oh, it's been good talking to you, man.
I have been looking for someone
who understands frequencies.
- Mr. Segreto, - [Clears throat]
I thought that you came here
so that we could talk about them.
Oh, yeah, we will soon.
Real soon.
[Hyperventilating]
No!
[Scoffs]
Hi, Lupe!
Hi, buddy! Come here.
Aww.
[Cat purring]
I'm going to take a bath now.
You don't like baths.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my... Oh, my God.
[Sobbing] Oh, my God! What have I done?!
What have I done?!
[Sobbing]
Lupe!
[Cell phone beeps]
[Thunder rumbling]
[Dog barking]
[Beeping]
Ah!
Man: [On TV] They meet behind closed doors
each night to discuss a private agenda.
Are they really a secret society of power brokers?
Or is it a conspiracy theory?
Find out next, as we uncover the mystery of the bilderbergs.
To the hotel...
[Turns volume up]
Where the bilderbergs are conducting
their annual meeting.
Members arrive in dark limousines
surrounded by tight security.
[Banging on door] Many of the activists
have been following the bilderbergs for decades.
[Turns TV off]
[Banging on door]
Shepherd: Oz.
Oz, I know you're in there.
I have something to tell you about them.
I'm heavily armed.
I understand, man. It's hard to trust people.
I understand. More than you know.
My life's in danger coming here to talk to you.
It's in danger just being outside your door.
I was going to tell you something
about Bill Anderson,
but I get it, I get it.
I got to go.
Wait.
[Thunder rumbles]
Hey.
Holy shit!
What don't you got?
[Scoffs]
[Chuckles] No "I want to believe" poster?
[Cocks shotgun]
Why don't you just tell me
what you came here to tell me.
Oz, you should be proud of yourself.
They do exist.
And we don't die.
Aah! But you do.
No, please... I...
[Gulps, gasps]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Phone ringing]
[Jazz playing]
Hello?
[Thunder rumbles]
[Cell phone buzzing]
Who's this?
Madison: You know who it is.
Shepherd: Marcus.
You brought me back too early,
and I know why.
But, Shepherd...
What goes around
comes around.
[Phone clatters]
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[speaking foreign language]
She said she was with the Tsar's secret police.
Because, in the beginning, there was death.
Shepherd: I'll find her,
and I will bring her back from where she came.
Happily ever after.
[Gunshots]
Who the hell were those guys?
The guys were after you? Who's your wife?
- I'm traveling alone. - No, you're not.
Step aside, please.
You're not sorry, but you will be.