"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." "Who is it?" "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." "Where is he?" "Do you know where he is?" "What are you doing?" "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!" "No, I don't know!" "I don't know!" "God!" "Oh, God, oh, God." "Hello?" "Uh, it's 5122..." "There's an intruder in the house." "He has a gun." "Uh, my mom." "He... he's coming in..." "Ah!" "Ah!" "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." "Bye-bye." " Bye." "Amy, come on!" "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." "Sorry, honey." "I guess the music just took me away." "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 puppetted." "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 Purdue calling to you from everywhere and nowhere." "Over and out." "This is not a birthday present, so don't give me any shit." "You want to go now?" "Yeah, we should." "You've not been yourself." "Make a wish." "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." "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." "God, Simon." "Simon..." "Madison, where are you going?" "Stay away from the water." "You on your cell or at the office?" "Cell." "Don't call the office." "Bye." "Ame?" "Yeah." "Okay." "No." "Who is it?" "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." "Oh, 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 tell you about it." "I don't know." "Hang on." "Maddie?" "Everything okay?" "Couldn't be better." "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." "You know, I was never going to make detective there." "Not after what happened." "Is that your way of telling me you somehow got access to my personnel records?" "Jack, look, I just heard about it, thought you might be interested in it as a cop." "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." "Qui, qui, qui..." "Hi, you've reached Amy Whelan." "I'm not available right now." "Please leave a message." "Ame, it's just me... again." "Weird not to hear from you." "I love you." "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." "Amy, you all right?" "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 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..." "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." "Hey, sweetie?" "Can you keep a secret?" "Go ahead, take it." "Nine years goes fast, eh, Marcus?" "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." "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." "Good afternoon, Kerry, Crane, and Hardy." "Hi, uh, Amy Whelan, please?" "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." "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 Purdue?" "Mr. Segreto?" "How did you..." "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," "I thought that you came here so that we could talk about them." "Oh, yeah, we will soon." "Real soon." "No!" "Hi, Lupee!" "Hi, buddy!" "Come here." "Aww." "I'm going to take a bath now." "You don't like baths." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my..." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God!" "What have I done?" "!" "What have I done?" "!" "What have I done?" "!" "Lupee!" "Lupee!" "Ah!" "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..." "Where the bilderbergs are conducting their annual meeting." "Members arrive in dark limousines surrounded by tight security." "Many of the activists have been following the bilderbergs for decades." "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." "Hey." "Holy shit!" "What don't you got?" "No "I want to believe" poster?" "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..." "Hello?" "Who's this?" "You know who it is." "Marcus." "You brought me back too early." "I don't know why." "But, Shepherd..." "What goes around comes around." "She said she was with the tear's secret police." "Because, in the beginning, there was death." "I'll find her, and I will bring her back from where she came." "Happily ever after." "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."