Jackson

Hi, Trevor Night.

I'm here to see my wife, Cindy Night.

Excuse me, Doctor, can we do that later?

I just wanna see my wife.

What, what do you mean you've lost?

No, I just saw her this morning.

You stop talking, just take me to her!

Is he coming?

Just take me to her.

Just take me to my wife!

Where is she?

You did this!

You killed her!

You killed my wife!

You killed her.

What'd she name him?

Hey Man. Oh.

Is everything okay?

I think you saw him coming.

Sit.

Sit.

Jackson was attacked tonight.

Oh my god.

By who, is he all right?

Yeah he's still home asleep.

Did you call the cops?

No.

Why not, he could need medical attention.

I can't tell the cops.

I can't take him to the hospital.

They might suspect me.

How?

I took Jackson with me in the investigation

with Wolsey Estate.

Off Lincoln, you know, the double homicide.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And I lost him.

This way.

Dad?

Do you want to play?

There's nothing here, let's go.

Jackson?

Jackson?

My dad's gonna be mad at me.

What do you mean?

Jackson, where are you?

He's coming.

How'd you lose him?

I don't know.

One minute he was there,

the next minute he was gone.

Couple minutes later I hear him screaming.

Billy!

Billy!

Jackson?

Dad!

Billy, I know you're in there!

Open this door!

I know you're in there!

Jackson! Dad!

Dad!

Open this door!

You broke it!

Jackson!

So it was a gunshot comes home,

knocks me back.

As I'm getting up the door is open

and Jackson's unconscious on his back

with markings on his neck.

Well is he okay?

Yes, dammit, he's fine.

David did you not hear a single word I said?

Yeah, sounds like you said that

Jackson can see spirits.

Yes.

But more than that.

I believe Jackson relives what happens to the spirits.

I don't know, Man.

We've been doing this for what, seven years

and nothing like this has ever happened.

Read the case file.

Mr. Stone, father of Billy Stone

strangled himself to death in a closet

and shot himself three weeks later after the loss

of Mrs. Stone who died battling cancer?

Reason behind the killing points

to high depression of Mr. Stone.

I'm telling you, Jackson saw that.

Dad.

You broke it!

Jackson! Dad, help!

Told you not to do it!

Why, why, why?!

Ah, help, Dad!

No, Mommy!

It's me!

It's me, it's just a bad dream, okay?

You're just having a bad dream.

Okay?

Good.

Jackson, why did you say Mommy?

Trevor, I think it's too..

Did you have a dream about Mommy?

Hmm?

Have you ever seen Mommy?

Answer me, Jackson, have you seen her?

Have you ever seen..

Trevor, that's enough, Trevor.

I'm sorry, Jackson.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

This is Trevor Night at the investigation

of the Wolsey Estate

where less than 24 hours ago

Jackson was attacked by, I believe

a paranormal entity.

Is there anyone here

who would like to communicate with me?

Anyone at all?

Jackson said there was as child named Billy.

Billy, would you like to communicate with me?

Or maybe your father would like to say something.

The man who killed you!

Or do you only pick on children, huh?

Come on!

Come on!

I'm not goin' anywhere!

Trevor?

Oh Jesus, David.

Hey, what's going on?

What happened in here?

Yeah, nothing happened.

What do you need?

6:30.

Your son.

Great!

Can you get the equipment?

Yeah, I'll go, I'll get it, I'll get it, go.

Trevor, everything okay? I'm late.

Betty.

I'm so, so sorry.

Trevor, you're four hours late.

That's the fifth time this month.

I know, I'm sorry.

I just got carried away at work.

Well you always do, Trevor

but I need you to know that this is the last time

because I'm done.

What?

I can't watch Jackson for you anymore.

I have my own kids to think about.

Oh, come on Betty, look.

I am sorry, I'm doing the best I can.

I know you are, Trevor and I feel for you and Jackson,

I really do.

But this is putting such a strain on my marriage

and on my own home life.

I can't do this for you anymore.

You're just too unreliable.

And then something else happened today, Trevor.

Something that makes me think

that there could be something wrong with Jackson.

What do you mean wrong?

Well, Trevor, I found these drawings

under his bed.

Just hateful drawings, drawings of people's deaths.

But then this one, this one was different, Trevor.

This one he put above his head.

Do you think that that could actually

be a picture of Cindy?

Not sure.

Has he ever done anything like this before?

No.

Okay Trevor, look,

I know we've been neighbors for over 10 years

but I really need you to know

that I just can't do this anymore, okay?

I can't watch Jackson for you.

I understand.

I do.

I do. Okay.

Thank you, Betty.

For everything you've done.

Of course Trevor,

of course. Thank you.

All right, well you have a good night, okay?

Okay.

Jackson, you still awake?

We were supposed to play baseball today, weren't we?

Boy, I blew it.

I'm sorry.

So...

Tomorrow, I promise.

How about it?

Hmm, nothing, huh?

Not even if I take you with me

to the market before we go play ball,

pick up a new baseball?

Okay, that's a little improvement.

But not enough.