Project MKHEXE

- (kisses) - Aw, my boys.

- (tender music playing) - Sean was always

such a curious child.

Inquisitive, good-natured.

- Kind, caring. - Reliable, funny.

A class clown, bit of a show-off.

But mostly, Sean was fearless.

- He loved stories... - (Young Sean grunts, screams)

...he loved adventure,

he loved learning about the world.

Always asking questions.

Always with his nose in a book.

Always tinkering with stuff,

always tearing things apart. Like that alarm clock.

He was our own little miracle, our angel.

Sean was...

Sorry, it's hard. (sniffles)

It still feels unreal.

I just keep going over it again and again in my head.

Like, why didn't he say anything?

It's terrible and confusing

and I'm still trying to figure it out

and how I feel about it.

God gave him to us for only a moment...

and when the time came, God called him home.

Jesus, Tim, I don't know. (scoffs)

I mean... (inhales) ...why does anybody do anything?

I mean, you can't know...

what somebody is going through

and why they do things that drastic.

And this little documentary,

it's not gonna help you figure it out.

It's gone, he took it with him.

When we were kids,

my brother Sean and I made movies together.

I won't tell you anything!

We already know everything, Mr. Torrance.

We are everywhere.

He was always willing to do whatever I asked of him.

No matter how silly...

You're out of bullets, comrade. You can't win.

Then I'll die a hero.

- (grenade ticking) - No!

...stupid...

- (Young Sean growls) - (Young Tim screams)

...or dangerous.

Tell me where you hid Alvarado's gold

or else you'll walk the plank!

Never! (spits)

- (screams) - (laughs menacingly)

- (Sean choking) - Sean? Sean!

I'll get help! Mom! Dad!

After the tree house incident,

I promised myself

that I'd be there for Sean no matter what.

But on September 27th, 2013,

at 09:33 p.m., I ignored a call from him

because I didn't feel like talking.

- An hour later, Sean was dead. - (dial tone ringing)

Please enter your pass--

You have one new voice message.

- First voice message. - (telephone beeping)

(Sean breathing heavily over recording)

- (screams, yells indistinctly) - (ominous music playing)

One, two. Check, one, two.

I'm Tim, Sean's brother.

Tim, can you please rephrase

the question in your answer? It'll help with the edit.

Sure, yeah. (inhales, sighs)

My name is Tim Wilson and I'm Sean's older brother.

Tell me about Sean.

- Just... - No? Okay.

- Please tell me... - (sighs)

...why you're making a documentary about him.

Because I wanna make one last movie with him.

Because I owe him, I owe Sean that much.

Why do you feel like you owe Sean?

Just...

Just ask me--

Tim, you have to answer these questions.

Ask me about the documentary, okay?

- Okay. Okay, fine. - Great.

So, you think Project MKHEXE is real?

His death doesn't make sense.

Look, if Sean was crazy or depressed or whatever,

there'd be some sort of precedent, right?

Some sort of sign.

People don't go crazy like that overnight, okay?

They just don't.

He found something, okay?

And I believe they killed him over it.

Don't you wanna find out the truth?

Don't you wanna find out who did this?

- (attendees murmuring) - (indistinct chatter)

Of course, thank you.

- (sobbing) Oh! - (attendee 1 sobbing)

Thank you for coming.

I was only supposed to film the funeral...

as a gift for my parents.

But I kept filming.

Would you put that thing down, Tim?

- (indistinct chatter) - You have friends here.

'Cause Sean's death didn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense.

We're just shocked, man, confused.

If Sean had issues or was upset or anxious

or whatever, why didn't he say something?

Didn't you guys hang out with him this summer?

Me and Jake were out of town, but we were still in touch

until Sean started ghosting us, man.

I reached out over and over again.

Trying to see him, trying to hang out, trying to...

But he wouldn't answer.

Did he need us? Did he need our help? (sniffles)

Did we let him down?

I'm sorry.

All right, guys. Grab your shots.

My friends, Owen and Steve,

decided to give Sean an Irish wake.

To Seanie, the best of us! To Sean!

To Sean!

They thought they were helping.

- Oh, yeah. Ooh! - (attendee 2 coughs)

- Listen, man. - Mm?

- - Family sucks, okay?

But it's not, like, really their fault.

You know, every terrible, horrible thing.

It's in our genes, man.

It's like been coded since the dawn of time,

and we're all just spiraling through a world

that we did not create,

put in situations for which we have no control.

It's like we're all just souls

strapped to meat puppets, moving through time.

Yes, yes. We're space meat.

- So, it's not your fault... - (sneezes)

...it's not Seanie's fault or your parents' fault.

It's just the bullshit we've all inherited, man.

- Okay? - (retches)

- Oh, shit-- (laughs) - Oh, dude! (laughs)

Get the bucket, man!

- (laughs) - (ominous music builds)

Look at this fool!

He just threw up all over himself!

No! No! No!

- (lighter flicking) - (inhales deeply)

- (object clattering) - (exhales deeply)

Jesus, Sean.

- (soft thud) - (metal creaking)

- What the hell? - (muffled thumping)

- (soft thud) - Okay, that's weird.

- Okay. (grunts softly) - (cellphone chimes)

- (sighs) - (muffled indistinct chatter)

We'll get it cleaned up.

It's so dirty.

We'll get everything straightened away, don't worry.

- (Tim breathes heavily) - It's all unclean.

My baby. My angel.

Don't think about that. Just relax.

All right, let's get back in there

- and take care of her. - (sinister music playing)

One question echoed through my mind, "Why?"

Why did Sean have all this stuff,

why were my parents throwing it out,

and why didn't they give it to the police?

Sean's death was ruled a suicide in almost record time.

Police ignored what was right in front of them.

No one attempted to piece together

his final months.

No one even cared enough

to look on his computer, or his phone.

It took me four hours to unlock Sean's phone.

And what I found, confused and disturbed me.

(garbled audio playing over radio)

(distorted feedback blaring over speaker)

- (computer buzzing) - Damn it!

I guess this is test one.

(entrancing music blaring over speaker)

It's working! (chuckles)

- (knocking on door) - Sean! Sean!

- Knock it off! - Sorry!

It worked! It works!

- (cellphone chimes) - (breathes deeply)

- (static buzzing) - (distorted feedback echoing)

Damn it! Fuck!