(soft dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(radio dial turning)
(distorted voices chattering)
(intense orchestral music)
(intense
orchestral music continues)
- What the hell
is this stupid thing?
(eerie music)
sh*t. (exhales)
(Kotto breathing heavily)
(eerie music continues)
(Kotto groaning)
Ah!
(footsteps thudding)
Come on!
(shoe thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(Kotto laughs)
Yeah, f*ck you, too.
Chicken sh*t, short-eyed f*gg*t.
(intense dramatic music)
(fist thuds)
(Kotto yelps)
Hey!
No!
Stop it!
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Kotto screaming)
(Scalper grunting)
(Kotto screaming)
(Scalper grunting)
(Kotto screaming)
(intense music continues)
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Scalper grunting)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(blood and excrement squelching)
(radio channels tuning)
- [Announcer] Symptoms of
inflammation like pain, itch.
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a bear into a honey.
- [Announcer] Ah,
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The suppositories
more doctors recommend.
- Hey, kiddies,
welcome back to the black,
darkest night before the dawn,
where we dig
the marrow from the bone,
because where
it bleeds, it leads,
on the Hurricane Harvey Show.
Tonight live in studio we have
the world-renowned
psychic who helped cr*ck
the gruesome Scalper murders.
Please give a warm welcome
to Clementine Carter.
(audience cheering)
It's nice to have
you here, Clementine.
- Thank you.
(knuckles rapping)
Oh, thank you, Herk.
It's a pleasure to be here.
- Are you nervous?
- A little.
- Well, hell, don't be nervous.
We're the ones that should
be nervous in your presence
and in awe of your abilities.
And the fact
that you put the kibosh
on that transgender
terror, Andrew Lubitz.
- Well, I couldn't have
done it without the help
of my father and
my boss, Jade Mei.
- Too modest. You sh*t
that bastard in the face.
Boom!
(g*n blasting)
You gave
that monster what he deserved.
God bless America.
And hell, thank
god 'ol Commifornia
hasn't taken our g*ns away.
Right, kiddies?
(audience cheering)
So, you were working at
the Seven Psychic hotline
when Lubitz called into you.
Is that correct?
- Yes, that's correct.
- He called in under the name
James Smith for a reading,
and then you had a vision of
him murdering a young woman.
- Ann Jennings.
I-I saw him s*ab and scalp her.
- Ooh, that's chilling.
Now, some of
our listeners out there
might be a little
skeptical of the whole
extra sensory perception thing.
Can you describe
these visions to us?
- Once a connection is made,
it's like being in
a waking dream state,
and a window
opens where I can see
into the past or the future,
depending on the connection.
- Now, now what do
you mean by connection?
- A person or
a place or an article
that I come in contact with.
- So if you held my hand,
you could see into my future.
- Not necessarily.
It, it depends
on your own senses.
- Would you say that Lubitz,
aka the Scalper,
had powerful senses?
- Absolutely, yes.
Those that open their senses,
even to something
as horrific as hate,
can see into
a world beyond their own.
- Gotcha.
So what about the seance that
you had at the Jennings' home?
- Well, Ann's energy that
was left behind was immense.
Her spirit was
able to speak to me.
- Spooky. So can
a seance be dangerous?
- Oh, it depends on who
one is trying to contact.
But yes, it can
be very dangerous.
Some spirits can
be quite malevolent.
- Really?
- Say, for instance,
if I wanted to try to
contact Andrew Lubitz,
I would wanna be
guided through that.
- What do you mean by guided?
- Well, for example,
my departed mother,
she warned me of
Lubitz and the danger
my father and
I were in through dreams.
That's her way to
help me from beyond.
In turn, I would hold a
seance to connect to her,
and then she would guide me.
- To speak with Andrew Lubitz.
- In theory, yes, but I'm not
intent on speaking with him.
You understand?
- Well, maybe we could arrange
something in the future.
(phone ringing)
You know,
(knuckles rapping)
it might be like a little bit
rumble in
the jungle for us ghouls.
Right, kiddies?
(audience cheering)
My producer's
panties are in a bunch,
and he is letting us know that
the phone lines are on fire.
So, kiddies,
if you would like to call in
and wait on hold
for your chance to talk,
just dial 818-754-0638.
Clementine,
would you like to chat
with some of our listeners?
- Okay.
(dark ominous music)
- [Herk] All right, so first
up is Angie Anson from Acton.
Wow, that is a lot of A's.
Welcome, Angie.
You're on with Hurricane
Harvey and Clementine Carter.
Give us a thrill.
- [Angie] Love your show, Herk.
Clementine,
I think you're amazing.
I read all the news
articles on the case.
So creepy.
(dark ominous music)
- Hey, Lee! You're late.
I don't like it.
- I'm sorry.
Marty had me cut
down that lemon tree.
Took forever.
- Movie stars! Ha!
- [Lee] Yeah.
- Hey, I'm gonna
take a dip, swimming.
Do not make noises. No, no, no!
Chop, chop!
No buzz, buzz, no buzz.
- [Lee] Oh, okay.
All right. Got it.
- Yeah. Hey, Lee, you're
handsome. (laughs)
After I come to the pool,
I give you the best
psychic reading, okay?
From now on, call me Jade.
- Okay, Jade.
- Tell you a secret.
I'm a movie
star in my own world.
Do not tell anybody, okay?
You'll find out.
- Huh.
- See you later!
- [Lee] Okay.
- Mwah!
(suspenseful music)
- [Angie] You're
a true female warrior.
That makes me
proud to be a woman.
How old were
you when you first realized
that you had psychic abilities?
Could I...
(door clicking)
(soft dramatic music)
(tense suspenseful music)
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Lee screaming)
(flesh squelching)
(Lee screaming)
- [Buck] This is Buck.
I'm calling from county jail.
What's my future?
- [Clementine] I'm
sorry you're in jail.
That's, that's awful.
- [Buck] I only have one
call. I believe in your show.
This is me. I'm calling to
find out what's going on.
- [Clementine] Sometimes it's
good, sometimes it's not.
I'm not sure I wanna share
all of it with you right now
(Jade coughing)
on the radio.
- [Buck] So what's my future?
You know what
happens to me if I stick
my penis through the bars?
- [Clementine] You'll have
to call Seven Psychics.
- [Buck] Well, I'm
calling you to find out.
- Woo-woo!
- [Herk] Don't
drop that soap, buddy,
and you're gonna be good.
- Woo! Good job, Clem!
- [Buck] You have no clue.
Talk to me.
- [Clementine] 1-800-PSYCHIC.
- [Herk] All right,
let's take another call.
You are live with
Clementine Carter. Go ahead.
- [John] Hi, Clementine.
My name is
John Smith, and I'm actually-
- Congratulations, you reached
the Hurricane Harvey show.
What's your name?
- Jade Mei. I'm Clem's boss!
She's on the radio now.
- Hello, Jade.
Been hearing a lot about you.
Yeah.
Yes.
I am Rance, the producer.
- Oh!
Producer, let me guess.
You're very handsome!
Pleasure to meet you.
- Oh, so you've been
listening to the show?
- Of course! It's fantastic!
- (chuckling)
You're damn straight.
Your Clementine, she is a
real gem, I tell you what.
The phone's been
ringing off the hook.
I mean, the listeners
are in love with her.
- (chuckles) What's not to love?
That's why I hired her.
She's very special.
The second-best psychic
in the whole world!
After me.
- (chuckles) You're a p*stol.
I want you on the show.
- Really? That's
so amazing and good.
- Okay, count on it.
Hold on. I'm gonna put you
through to them right now.
Hold on.
I'm gonna put you ahead
of these other calls,
as soon as this other
call ends, all right?
- Yeah, fantastic! I'll hold!
Woo-woo!
Woo!
- [Clementine] I'm not at
liberty to share that with you.
I'm so sorry.
- [Herk] Wow, sh**ting
somebody in the face
and now Hollywood.
(tense dramatic music)
(lock clicks)
Well, Mr. Smith, I
think changing your name
isn't that much money.
I think it's what?
$80 to change your name or $125?
- [Clementine] I don't know.
- [Herk] No,
you never changed it?
- [Clementine] No.
(suspenseful music)
- Wait, wait.
Hold on.
Let me get to the phone.
Rance, I know you're handsome.
Gonna hold
you on the phone, Rance.
- [Herk] Whatever that means.
(rising suspenseful music)
All right,
movin' on. Next caller.
(rising suspenseful music)
- Ah!
No!
Are you Lee?
No, no, no, no.
(tense dramatic music)
Lee, get out!
(tense dramatic music)
Lee, no, no.
(tense dramatic music)
(Jade coughing) I'm drowning.
Lee, I'm
drowning. Don't do this.
- [Clementine] So it
might not be right away.
(tense dramatic music)
- Help me!
(tense dramatic music)
Help! Help!
No! I'm drowning, I'm drowning.
Leave me alone! Hey!
Oh!
(tense dramatic music continues)
(Jade screaming)
(tense dramatic music continues)
(Jade screaming)
(Jade screaming)
- Whoa, kiddies, you
are in for a real treat.
So, lock, load, and listen up.
Howdy, Jade Mei.
You're on with Hurricane Harvey
and your old pal
Clementine Carter.
Thrill us.
- Jade?
- [Jade] Clem, help!
Clem, help!
Help!
- [Clementine] Jade?
(Jade screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
(Jade screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
(Clementine moaning)
- Call 911.
Call 911!
Hey, Clementine.
Hey, you all right?
(phone ringing)
- Hey, I would.
We do have an emergency.
A woman was just att*cked.
Not here.
- [Herk] Hey, you all right?
- We're trying to find
out a location right now.
I don't have
anymore information right now
other than she's being att*cked.
We've heard a loud thud.
I don't know if she fell down
or something fell on her.
I didn't hear any other voices,
but we're just trying to-
- Jesus Christ, call 911!
(phones ringing)
(Clementine gasping)
- Whoa, Mrs. Carter.
- [Herk] You all right?
- Where am I?
- In the studio. You passed out.
- [Herk]
We carried you here, all right?
You passed out
when Jade called in.
(Clementine breathing shakily)
- She's dead.
Oh, god. He's back.
- Excuse me?
- Here, have some water.
- Okay, uh, perhaps we
oughta call an ambulance
so a doctor can take a
look at you and make-
- No, I'm fine.
- [Ida] Then you can
answer a few questions.
- I need to see her body.
- Whoa, whoa,
whoa. Take it easy.
Take it easy.
- Oh, thank you.
(Clementine breathing heavily)
- [Herk] You good?
- Just rest here.
- [Clementine] I got up
too quick from a trance.
- Trance?
- Yeah, I saw
what he did to her.
- [Ida] Who?
- The Scalper.
- You know damn
well Andrew Lubitz
has been dead for a while.
- Yeah, she k*lled him.
- Can you take
me to Jade's house?
- Oh. (chuckles)
I'm sorry, we-
- Please, I need to.
- [Ida] It's a crime scene.
- I can help.
- How?
- If I go in there, I
can get an impression,
see what Jade saw, see his
face before he k*lled her.
Know for sure that it's him.
- Are you taking any medication?
You said that she had a seizure
before she went unconscious.
- Detective, I was in a trance.
I saw my friend
stabbed and scalped,
her face torn off, all right?
So can you cut
the skeptic bullshit
and take me to the crime scene
so I can solve this case
like I did the last one?
- Detective, can I talk to you
in the other room for a second?
Excuse us.
- [Herk] Sure thing.
- Want some more water?
(Clementine gasping)
- How about something stronger?
Vodka.
- Mmm. Oh!
(door creaking)
- I think
you're taking this case
a little to personally, Ida.
- [Herk] So let's
talk about this trance.
- What?
- You know,
you were really out of it.
Rance tried to wake you
up and he couldn't do it.
- Good thing he didn't.
Waking a medium from
a trance can be fatal.
Doug pulled me out.
- [Rance] Who's Doug?
- [Herk] Well,
that's her husband, right?
- His spirit guided me out.
- You think I'm
being hard on this c**t
'cause she got my father
and his partner k*lled?
- Wow.
You should be a therapist.
- You really
think it was the Scalper?
- Yeah, I mean, can Andrew
Lubitz have come back
from the dead and
started k*lling again?
- I, I really don't know.
- Weird.
You want some more?
- Yeah, maybe some.
You gonna take her over there?
- I'm considering it.
I mean, you gotta admit,
it's pretty crazy
she knew about the face.
- She probably
hired someone to do it.
- Oh, come on.
- Attention whore.
- You're reaching, Detective.
- Think about it.
Who has the most to gain
from the Scalper returning?
- You're reaching, Detective.
- f*ck it.
Give her the rope
to hang yourself.
- Okay.
Okey dokey, Mrs. Carter.
(fingers snapping)
Time to go.
(suspenseful music)
You sure you wanna do this?
- Yes, and hurry.
- She ain't goin' nowhere.
- Well, the strength
of the impression is.
Is there a problem, Detective?
- [Ida] Not yet.
(soft suspenseful music)
- Your toy got enough
juice to get us there?
- (chuckles) I'll save
the planet for both of us.
- 75% electricity
is generated by
fossil fuels, you know?
It ain't savin' diddly-squat.
(Hayden chuckles)
- Stop here.
(doors clicking)
This is where he was parked.
(doors closing)
He waited.
Watched as the gardener
unloaded his truck.
Intense rage, but not at him.
- [Jenkins] Whoa, lady.
- [Hayden] It's
all right, Jenkins.
(door creaking)
(eerie suspenseful music)
- Having trouble running.
- [Hayden] Why?
- The boots aren't his.
- How do you know?
- Black cowboy
boots. They don't fit him.
He comes up behind him.
Stabs him in the back.
(dark eerie music)
(flesh squelching)
Now he's wearing the
gardener's clothes, his hat.
A stocking over his face.
He goes inside.
- You're not falling
for this sh*t, are you?
- I'm a little
confused, I must admit.
(eerie suspenseful music)
(door clicking)
(door closes)
- [Jenkins] What's going on?
- [Hayden] She knew the victim.
Claimed she can help us.
- He went to this window.
Looked out.
(suspenseful music)
(lock clicking)
Then he went,
then he went to this door.
(soft eerie music)
Looked out and saw her.
(dark ominous music)
Came here.
Came here.
With Jade.
(Jade screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
(Jade screaming)
- Help me, Clem! Help me!
Help me! Help me!
(Clementine screaming)
(Clementine gasping)
I knew you would come.
- Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Jade.
- My friend,
please, please stay strong,
please, after
you and all that you love.
- Is it Andrew?
- I'm not sure, but I feel
there's a love within him
that had turned into a foul,
(indistinct) a bitter hatred,
that I've never felt before.
(Jade gasping)
(dramatic music)
My time is up.
- [Clementine] Jade.
- Are you ready?
- Yes.
- I love you, my number one.
My number one.
(soft dramatic music)
(soft dramatic music continues)
(intense dramatic music)
- Clementine!
Oh! Whoa!
Clementine.
Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Oh my god,
he's wearing Jade's face.
Oh my god.
I need to get
out of here, please.
I need to get out of here.
- Okay, uh.
All right, um.
Wait, Clem. Wait.
- [Clementine] What?
- My cell is on there.
Call anytime, day or night.
- Thank you for
looking at all of this
with an open mind.
- Yeah, sure.
Hey, um,
you sure you don't need a ride?
- I'm sure.
I need to clear my mind.
Besides,
your partner doesn't exactly
make me feel
well-served and protected.
Oh.
- Excuse me.
- There you are, Detective.
Ida Simms Lupino.
Well, you and your father
have a lot in common.
He didn't listen to me, either.
Maybe he'd still
be alive if he had.
- [Ida] Hey.
How did you know
that he was my father?
- Google.
Goodnight, detectives.
(soft eerie music)
- What a bitch.
- Kind of like her.
- You would.
(eerie suspenseful music)
- [Clementine] Oh,
that was quick. (sighs)
- [Driver] Hey, hey.
You must be Clementine, right?
- [Clementine] That's right.
- [Driver]
Welcome to my sweet ride.
I can sing for you.
- Great.
(driver singing indistinctly)
(eerie suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
This is good.
Yup.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
(driver singing indistinctly)
(engine rumbling)
(eerie suspenseful music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
Doug.
Come to me.
(soft eerie music)
Doug.
Come to me.
(table rattling)
Come to me.
(dark eerie music)
Doug?
Show me.
(dark eerie music)
(hand thuds)
(dark eerie music continues)
(dark eerie music continues)
(Doug breathing shakily)
(intense dramatic music)
(g*n f*ring)
(Clementine screaming)
- Dad?
- Christ.
(Clementine gasping)
I thought I saw a man in here.
What are you freaking out about?
- Oh, God.
- Hey, it's only a blank.
You're okay.
- Dad, I know, I know.
- What are you doing
sitting here in the dark?
- The light didn't work.
- Well, it works now.
- I can see that.
- Oh, good. Let me help you.
Okay.
(Dad grunting)
(Clementine grunting)
- [Clementine]
Are you all right?
- I'm all right, I'm all right.
(Clementine grunting)
So what are you doing here
at this time of night?
- You saw him.
- Doug?
- Yeah.
- What's
he doing? Haunting us now?
(Clementine scoffs)
Huh?
How long has this been goin' on?
- Since he d*ed.
- He didn't die.
He k*lled himself.
- Dad, I loved him.
- I know. He loved
you, too. La-dee-da.
- [Clementine] That's right.
- So did you ever
get a chance to ask him
why he did such a stupid
thing in our home?
- Dad, this was our home
before you moved in here!
- Yeah, right!
I thought he was a loser then
and I think he's a bigger loser-
- Dad!
Jade was m*rder*d.
- Jade?
No.
(Clementine crying)
Oh my god, Clem.
- I was trying to
contact Doug to see if-
- Oh, god. I'm so sorry.
Listen, come
on. We'll go inside.
I'll make you the best Irish
coffee this side of Dublin.
Come on.
(soft eerie music)
(table rattling)
(coffee brewing)
That's more terrifying
than I could ever imagine.
(Dad sighing)
Jade didn't deserve that.
- Hey, I thought this was
supposed to put
everything right.
- Well, not
enough Irish. (chuckles)
- At least
it should help me sleep.
(Dad sighing)
What are you thinkin'?
- Clem,
I'm worried.
- You?
- There's something about
this that's just not right.
God damn it.
- Don't fiddle
with the stitches.
The doctor said that you cannot
fiddle with those stitches.
- Oh, f*ck that doctor.
He said they were supposed
to come out months ago.
- Well, it takes time.
- It itches!
- That means it's almost healed.
- It's driving me
crazy. I can't sleep.
(Dad sighing)
- You don't think Andrew?
I mean, I blew his face off.
- Yeah.
I don't think it's Andrew.
It's, it's different this time.
I-I'll find out who it is.
- Oh, oh, over my
dead body, you will.
- All right, Dad.
(Clementine sighing)
- I've got a bad
feeling about this!
Anything happens to you, I
would never forgive myself.
- This time
the police are on our side.
I promise.
- I hope so.
Have some more Irish.
- No, mmm.
- Well, I will.
(suspenseful music)
(coffee brewing)
(phone buzzing)
(Hayden grunting)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello?
- [Clementine] Did I wake you?
- No, no, no.
- It's Clementine Carter.
- Already awake. Oh.
Um, you know, the other
day you said something
about the guy
having like wrong boots on
or something at the house.
- [Clementine] Yeah,
they didn't seem to fit.
- Yeah, well there was a
vagrant that was k*lled
a couple days ago.
And he was,
the body was missing shoes.
- [Clementine] He was
scalped and sodomized
by a large Kn*fe.
- Yeah.
I'm thinking
maybe it's a copycat.
- [Clementine] I gotta see him.
- Well, I wish
I could help you on that,
but we just, we can't.
f*ck it. All right.
Um, meet me at
the county morgue.
It's on Fifth Street.
- [Clementine] I'll get there.
- Okay.
- [Clementine] Bye.
- Bye.
(bed creaking)
- And where are you going?
- Sorry I woke you.
(upbeat blues music)
What's that look?
I would think with the
connection with your father
and everything that you
might be interested.
- It's a copycat,
spurred on by
the news and their obsession
with that phony
psychic, that's all.
- How do you explain all
that sh*t at the house, hmm?
- She's a charlatan.
(Hayden sighs)
- All right, look.
I don't want to
argue, but I mean,
don't you think
we should use everything
in our disposal to get
ahead of this thing?
I mean, what do we got to lose?
- Just the sun.
- The sun.
Oh, the beach.
Right. Okay.
Well, I'll go down and meet her.
- At the morgue?
- You have very good ears.
- So you say.
- Okay.
I'll go down there.
It won't take
long at all, right?
I promise.
And I'll be back in a flash
and we'll go enjoy our day off.
- At the beach?
- Yeah, yeah.
At the beach.
Yes, beach.
(hand tapping)
Okay, where
the hell are my pants?
(soft suspenseful music)
(door clicking)
(door clicking)
(engine starting)
(soft suspenseful
music continues)
(soft suspenseful
music continues)
(door clicking)
(door clicking)
(dark eerie music)
(dark eerie music continues)
(dark eerie music continues)
- [Sam] DOA number 367.
- Actually,
the prints came back.
He's got a name.
It's Yaphet Kotto.
- [Sam] Like the actor?
- [Hayden] I guess.
- No way. Gimme that.
Aggravated as*ault,
cocaine possession,
intent to sell,
home invasion robbery,
r*pe, sodomy, car theft.
Wow. Lost a real winner here.
Out on bail for
a suspected kidnapping
and molesting
a six-month-old infant?
The sick f*ck.
- Yeah, they'll be erecting
statues for this guy.
- No, gold casket more like.
- [Hayden] Stop it. (chuckles)
Whoa, Clem, Clem! You okay?
(dramatic music)
Clementine, whoa!
(Clementine gasping)
(intense dramatic music)
(all shouting)
- Is she diabetic?
- I don't know.
She's a psychic.
- That's not helpful!
Grab the (indistinct).
(intense dramatic music)
(soft eerie music)
- Excuse me, pretty lady.
- Detective?
- He can't hear us.
(bones crunching)
(flesh squelching)
Ah! The pain!
Oh, f*ck!
Oh, sh*t!
He took my hair.
No wonder it's so cold in here.
- Who did it?
(Kotto laughs)
- Your name's Clementine.
Don't move!
To answer your question, no.
His face was covered.
(Clementine gasps)
See? (laughs maniacally)
That fucker that f*cked
me is f*ckin' after you.
He done me doggy style
with a big f*ckin' Kn*fe.
(Kotto laughs maniacally)
Probably gonna
do the same to you.
You know why?
- No, I don't.
- Me neither.
I'm just back here given
clues to figure it out.
Understand?
- Show me.
- There.
(dark eerie music)
See her?
- Jenny.
- She's why.
I was gonna stick my dirty
d*ck in her tight little ass,
but she screamed and kicked
and ran to her death.
See it.
(intense dramatic music)
(Clementine screaming)
(Jenny screaming)
- [Hayden] I told
you, she's a psychic.
Are you okay, Clementine?
- Ah, Jenny.
Jenny.
- Jenny?
- [Hayden] Who's Jenny?
- I need to see the Lubitz file.
- What the heck's going on here?
- [Clementine] Now!
(dramatic synth music)
- Dad!
Stop.
I know you can't hear me,
but you gotta feel what
I'm saying to you now.
You're in danger.
There's a guy who's coming here.
He's gonna try to k*ll you.
Okay, so you gotta get this.
Okay, you gotta be ready.
The g*n,
you know where the g*n is.
Grab the g*n.
- Ooh. (laughs)
- Blow his f*ckin' face off!
(dark ominous music)
(Doug grunting)
sh*t!
Dad, get out the g*n!
(dark ominous music)
(g*n clicks)
No, no, no, no!
Don't let him get on top of you.
Oh, sh*t.
Get out of here!
Dad, crawl away from him!
Fight him back.
- Doug!
Ah, Doug!
- I'm gonna go get help!
I'll be right
back. Just hang in there.
- Doug, help me!
Aw, Doug!
(motorcycle rumbling)
- Ah, I'm
driving on the way home.
(dark suspenseful music)
(doorbell ringing)
Try again.
- She's not home.
Should've called first.
- I did call her, like 10 times.
Look, we gotta get
her back on the show.
(knuckles rapping)
- Oh, that ain't good.
- Come on! Get upstairs!
- Clem?
- Come on!
Get upstairs!
- Hello?
Anybody home?
(dark suspenseful music)
Hello?
- [Dad] m*therf*cker!
- Did you hear that?
- Yeah. I'm not deaf.
Come on.
(dark suspenseful music)
- Thank you.
Dad, I'm still with you.
Okay, you can feel me!
Take my power!
(flesh squelching)
(Dad screaming)
Oh no! No!
(Dad screaming)
(intense dramatic music)
- It was loud.
(footsteps clomping)
Oh, sh*t.
Call 911.
- Yeah, we need
an ambulance here.
Is he breathing?
- [Herk] I-
- [Rance] Check his
pulse. Check his pulse.
- [Herk] I think so.
- [Rance] Laying down right now.
- [Herk]
I think he's still alive.
- [Rance] Looks
like he's breathin'.
(sirens wailing)
- What is
it you hope to find in there?
- [Clementine] Well, I had
this vision at the morgue.
- Oh, Jenny Tarkovskiy.
- [Clementine] Yeah.
There's something connecting
her to all of this.
The answer has to
be in there. Has to be.
- I don't know. I've been
over it a dozen times.
- It says here that
Andrew's mother, Joy Bang,
committed su1c1de?
- Yeah, she was
a prost*tute, petty thief.
She palled around with d*ck
Lubitz for quite some time,
and then she skipped
town after the birth-
- Of twins.
- Yeah.
- [Hayden] Andrew and Anton.
- What happened to Anton?
- He was sent to be with
one of her family members.
A sister, I believe?
He was questioned on the 13th.
And,
yeah.
He was asked
about the whereabouts
of Kotto, Jade and-
- Let me guess. Solid alibi?
Did you speak with him?
- Detective Lapino talked
with him over the phone.
- That's not solid.
If I were to, yeah, is there
any way I could see him?
- No.
- You could bring
him into question him.
I could sit behind one of
those two-way mirror things.
- I'm sorry. No, you
can't, I can't do that.
It's outta the question.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Yeah, go for Detective Hayden.
Oh, hi.
Yeah, okay. Go ahead.
Oh.
Okay.
(dark ominous music)
Okay, thank you.
- Oh, God.
- I'll, I'll,
I'll see you there, okay.
- My dad.
- [Hayden] I'm afraid so.
- The Scalper att*cked him.
- He's in stable condition.
- [Clementine] Where?
- St. Joseph Memorial.
- [Clementine]
It's all my fault.
- No, no-
- I should've
been there with him.
- No, no, no, no.
Clem, hold on. Whoa.
Clementine. Clementine.
- Open this f*cking door!
- Clementine, calm down,
calm down, calm down.
Officer Jenkins, can you
buzz her through, please?
(buzzer buzzing)
Thanks.
- It's my fault.
- It's not your fault.
- Get this c**t
over here. I'm lonely.
Get this c**t over here.
I'm lonely! I'm lonely!
Get right here!
- [Jenkins] Shut the f*ck up!
- You f*ckin'-
- Shut up!
Chasin'
clouds across the sky
- Hey, I just produce the show.
He wanted the interview.
But we drove over there.
He wanted,
you wanted this, right?
- Yeah, I wanted the interview,
but I didn't want
to trespass or anything.
It was his idea to go inside.
We were just trying to...
The door was open.
- Well, I knocked on the
door, the door opened.
Lookin' back on
where you've been
Your world's not
all it seems to be
Standin' up
Fallin' down
To the ground
Lookin' high
for what you found
Feelin' ground
Choosing
who you love with care
Turning to go
You're caught by a stare
- Dad.
I know you can hear me.
You're gonna be okay, I promise.
Doug.
Yes, my love. Please do.
Bring him home.
Find him in there.
Find him, find him, find him.
Bring Dad home.
(electricity zapping)
(gentle bluesy music)
(gentle bluesy music continues)
(gentle bluesy music continues)
(wind whooshing)
- Charles Carter!
(dark eerie music)
Dad!
It's Doug!
Are you here?
Clementine's
worried sick about you, Dad!
Charles Carter!
Hello?
Is anybody out here?
(Doug panting)
(dark eerie music continues)
(dark eerie music continues)
Dad!
(dark eerie music continues)
(dark eerie music continues)
Dad?
(intense dramatic music)
(footsteps thudding)
- I want
a guard put on this room.
- I'm working on it.
- What the f*ck does that mean?
- Exactly what it sounds like.
- Thank you very much, doctor.
I was just talking with the
doctor about that, Clem.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- Okay, great.
- Until we can get
an officer down here,
we're gonna have
a guard outside the room.
- Thank you.
Thank you, Detective.
- Yeah.
- And where do
you think you're going?
- To solve this.
- I don't think so.
- Oh, f*ck off.
- Hey, hey, ooh, hold on.
- Let go of me.
She does not get to
talk to me like that.
Plus, if anyone should be
under protection, it's her.
- I know. She's comin' out.
- [Nelson] Roger.
- Well, are
you gonna fill me in?
- Yeah, I got
Nelson to run a tail on her.
- Bait?
- Mmm-hmm.
You think any less of me?
- No.
Almost makes up for the beach.
(Hayden sighs)
- Almost.
(Clementine sighs)
(spray splatters)
(Herk screaming)
- Oh, Herk! Oh, sh*t!
I'm sorry!
(Herk coughing)
I-I didn't know it was you.
- I'm okay. My bad.
I'm okay. (coughing)
- Damn, that sh*t is strong.
- It's for bears.
- [Herk] For bears? (coughing)
- Oh, what a way to thank
you for saving my dad.
- Hey, no thanks needed.
(Herk coughing)
We're glad
your dad's still okay.
- Actually,
if we can get an exclusive
for the show, that'd be great.
- Anything for you two.
You got it.
- Excellent.
Okay, for sure.
(Herk coughing)
Are you good?
- [Herk] I'm okay.
(Herk coughing)
- She's leavin'.
(engine starting)
(Herk coughing)
- You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- [Rance] Kinda green.
- Actually, I'm not good.
(Herk coughing)
- Come on.
Let's get you some water.
- You might wanna send a
nurse out to the parking lot.
She just maced the guy.
Update later. 10-4, Nelson out.
(footsteps thudding)
(soft suspenseful music)
- [Clementine] Hello? Hello?
Anyone in there?
(door slamming)
Damn.
Not like in the movies.
(pen clicking)
- Clementine Carter.
(dramatic music)
I've kept an eye out for you.
(pen clicking)
Should've taken
you seriously, I guess.
(suspenseful music)
Pretty good lookin', huh?
You should see the other guy.
(dark suspenseful music)
(Kn*fe slashing)
(dark eerie music)
(dark eerie music continues)
Why are you here?
- Where is Andrew Lubitz?
- It's Lubitz.
Ah, he ain't here. It's not him.
It's not him.
- Who then?
(pen clicks)
(dark suspenseful music)
(dark eerie music)
(dark eerie music continues)
- Clementine.
- Jenny Tarkovskiy.
- Please forgive me
for all the evil that men do.
- Show me.
- Save your servant.
(Jenny screaming)
(dark eerie music)
(dark eerie music continues)
(Kn*fe thuds)
(dark eerie music continues)
- Who are you?
(Clementine screaming)
What the f*ck are
you doing in my house?
(Clementine screaming)
Who are you? Talk to me!
What the f*ck are you
doing? You little fucker!
f*ckin'!
(men rustling)
What the f*ck is going on?
- I'm LAPD.
You're under arrest.
Are you okay, ma'am?
I'm Officer Nelson.
(Anton grunting)
(dark eerie music)
- This is my house!
This is private property!
- [Nelson] All right.
(Anton grunting)
- [Anton] Let go of me!
- What were you doing here?
- For the third time, I saw
the address on the file.
I wanted to see if I could
get a sense from this place.
I didn't know
anyone was living here.
He jumped out of the bed
and started choking me.
And then that guy, that
guy tackled him off of me.
- Detective Nelson.
- Uh, I guess.
- Oh.
Blood.
- I think you're gonna wanna
come and see something.
- [Hayden] Oh.
- You too.
- Let's go put
that psychic brain of yours
to work again here.
See what we find.
(soft suspenseful music)
(Anton sighs)
(dark eerie music)
- Why was he so
obsessed with her?
- Motherlode.
- Oh, God.
- Let's get forensics in here.
Jenkins.
- [Jenkins] Yo.
- [Ida] Let's
bring forensics in.
- You did it.
(Clementine chuckles)
It's all over.
- Sure.
(soft eerie music)
- Clementine.
(dark eerie music)
(suspenseful music)
(sirens wailing)
(police radio chattering)
- [Laird] Hold on.
(Anton yelps)
Get in. Watch your head.
- [Anton] Okay.
- [Laird] Hurry up.
- [Anton] Okay.
(Anton grunting)
(door closes)
What a f*ckin'
weirdo this guy is.
He's the worst.
Hey, he looks
like Einstein on meth.
(officer chuckles)
(officers speaking indistinctly)
- If you could,
come down to the station-
- Look, Jade's
funeral is tomorrow.
I need to get some sleep.
(sirens wailing)
- Okay, yeah, you can go.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, get some sleep.
(soft dramatic music)
(police radio chattering)
(tense dramatic music)
(dark eerie music)
- Why,
look who we have here.
Peeping Tom.
Or a peeping Tammy.
You.
You're the psychic that
k*lled my son Andrea.
Andrew.
Andrea.
Andrew.
Andrea!
Whatever.
You sneaky little bitch.
Coming in here, watching this,
and not even trying to stop it!
Just cut the c**t,
daddy-o.
Oh, yeah.
- Stop!
(intense dramatic music)
(Joy screaming)
(blood splattering)
(Joy screaming)
Bye-bye, little bunting.
(Clementine screaming)
- [Clementine] Doug?
Hey, wait up!
- Come on. I finally found Dad.
- What was that?
- You dream up dark sh*t,
and it comes to life in here.
- Where?
Hey, wait up!
- [Doug] Come on, let's go!
Please, let's go.
We're running out of time.
- Hey, wait up.
- Come on, we have to hurry.
There's no time to dilly dally.
Let's go.
- Look, I'm hurrying.
Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
(dark eerie music)
I hope.
(tense dramatic music)
(traffic humming softly)
- We got you dead bang, Anton.
- Don't show me this filth.
- [Hayden] Just
trying to jog your memory
so we can get a confession
and get the hell outta here.
- I told you, it weren't me.
- Anton?
We have the scalps
of two victims
in your shed.
- Weren't me.
- Ah, well, I'm convinced.
Let's let him go.
- Look, I flew in to
California three days ago
to sign some paperwork
on that godforsaken house
and I told you on the phone
I was on a plane
when these people d*ed.
- Well, we're verifying that.
- Splendid.
- So how do you explain
the att*ck on Mrs. Carter?
- I was in my house all day.
I was cleaning it up
for a potential buyer.
I passed out, I woke
up, and she's above me,
huffin' and puffin'.
I freaked out!
What the f*ck
was I supposed to do?
What would you do?
Well, I know
what you would've done.
You probably would've
just sh*t her stone cold.
- Yeah, you're right.
Yeah, I probably
would've sh*t her.
Well, you got my number, Anton.
Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.
Drop the charges on Mrs. Carter.
- (scoffs) Charges.
She broke into my property!
I'm the one
who should be chargin' her.
- Anton, where's the Kn*fe?
(hand slamming)
- What Kn*fe?
- The one that did this.
- Stop with
the pictures already.
I'm done. You're
gettin' nothin' else.
I want a lawyer.
- Very well.
Just so you know,
could have this
all cleared up tonight
with your cooperation, but-
- [Anton] Mmm, mmm-hmm.
Yeah, sure.
Lawyer.
- All right, all right.
- [Anton] Now.
- See ya.
- [Anton] Bye.
- You're going down,
just like
your assh*le father and brother.
- I'm not my father.
And I'm sure
the f*ck not my brother!
(dark eerie music)
I just wanna go home.
(dark eerie music continues)
- Oh, Mission Drive-In.
Dad's old car.
- He's with your mother.
- [Clementine] Is this heaven?
- No.
Just a glimpse for some.
- And for you?
- Cold, darkness.
You are my glimpse of heaven.
- Oh, Doug.
- Time's running out.
Go to him.
- I love you.
- I know.
Hurry.
(knuckles rapping)
- Dad? Mom?
Wait.
Dad, I need
you more than ever now.
They can't hear me.
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost
and gone forever
- No.
(dark eerie music)
(phone ringing)
Dad.
(Clementine sighs)
(phone ringing)
Hello, this is Clementine.
- Um, hi, Clementine.
This is Funeral Director Corman.
- Oh, how are you, Mr. Corman?
- Well, thank
you, except there's been
a slight problem with Jade
Mei's service this afternoon.
- Oh, oh, geez.
What is it?
- It's nothing too serious,
but if you could come
down early to the church,
we could handle
it and not miss a b*at.
- Yeah, yeah.
I could, oh, I could be
there in a little bit.
- Splendid.
(dark suspenseful music)
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
(dark suspenseful music)
I did just what you said.
I read just as you had written.
(hand patting)
Can I go now?
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Roger screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
(flesh squelching)
- Roger, are you okay?
(coworker gasping)
(coworker choking)
- Good morning.
Test results are
back from the lab.
- Yeah.
- You look awful.
Did you sleep here?
Have some of that.
- Ah.
Have some
coffee with your sugar.
- Keeps me sweet.
- Indeed.
- Blood on the gloves is a
match for Charles Carter.
Hair and skin matches Kotto
Lee Gunderson and Jade Mei.
- Bingo. We got him.
- But-
- But what?
- The fingerprints
inside of the glove
belong to one Bob Tarkovskiy.
- [Hayden] No.
- His wife, Jenny
Tarkovskiy, was m*rder*d by-
- Andrew Lubitz.
- [Ida] Yes, sir.
(Hayden sighs)
- Come on, answer.
- Anything?
- Christ.
- I tried calling earlier.
Sent a squad to her house. Nada.
- Jade Mei's funeral.
- [Ida] Let's go.
(intense dramatic music)
(car rumbling)
(dark suspenseful music)
(Clementine sighs)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
- Excuse me, Father.
I was told to
meet Mr. Corman here.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry to have
disturbed you, Father.
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Mr. Corman?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Mr. Corman?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Hello?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Mr. Corman?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Anyone in here?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(intense dramatic music)
- Ah! Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry. Ah!
(Clementine screams)
- Check around the side.
(dark suspenseful music)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Clem?
Clem?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Clem?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(Clementine screams)
(g*n cocks)
Clem?
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
(Scalper screams)
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Hayden grunting)
(g*n clatters)
(Hayden grunting)
(dark suspenseful music)
(Hayden grunting)
(Hayden grunting and mumbling)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
Lupino.
Lupino.
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
- [Ida] Hayden?
(walkie-talkie thuds)
I'm at the side
door. It's been jimmied.
Calling for
backup. Are you there?
Be careful. Over.
(Clementine screaming)
(Kn*fe slashing)
(Burman screaming)
(dark suspenseful
music continues)
- Oh, god.
Who the f*ck are you?
(soft dramatic music)
(g*n f*ring)
(Scalper grunting)
Oh my god.
- Are you okay?
Where's Hayden?
Clementine, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay. (gasping)
I'm fine.
- Clementine.
Clementine.
Tell my
daughter I'm proud of her.
(dark eerie music)
- I see your father.
- Where?
- Behind you.
- Pappy?
Pappy? (Kn*fe slashing)
(Clementine screaming)
(body thudding)
- Shut up!
See what you've done?
Remember her.
You could've saved my wife.
You could've saved Jenny.
Why didn't you?
(dark eerie music)
- Bob, wake up.
Somebody's in the house.
- What?
- [Jenny]
Somebody's in the house.
(dark suspenseful music)
(g*n f*ring)
- Bob?
- Yeah, that was me.
Before you let my wife die
in favor of some maniac.
And then
you parade around on the news,
talk shows, radio.
Oh, the great medium,
who used her psychic
powers to stop the Scalper,
Andrew Lubitz,
but not to save
Jenny Tarkovskiy.
Not to save Jenny Tarkovskiy!
- I'm sorry, Bob.
- Shut up.
Don't call me that.
I'm the Scalper.
(dark suspenseful music)
- Jenny Tarkovskiy,
Jenny Tarkovskiy.
I call to
you from the other side.
- Open your eyes.
I want you to see this.
- Release him from this pain.
Show him.
Please.
(dark eerie music)
- Jenny?
- Bob, my sweet.
- God, I miss you.
- Join me.
- How I miss you. (crying)
- [Jenny] Join me.
- Yes.
- Forever.
- Forever.
(g*n f*ring)
(body thudding)
(soft dramatic music)
(Clementine sighing)
(Clementine sobbing)
- Dad?
It's all over now. We're safe.
I know that you're
happy with Mom,
but I need
you more than ever now.
Mom? Dad? Can you hear me?
I love you both beyond words.
Miss you more
than my heart can take.
Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin', Clementine
- Go to her, Charles.
I love you.
- Mmm.
- Bye.
(soft eerie music)
(soft eerie music continues)
(electricity zapping)
- [Charles] Want
some (indistinct)?
- [Clementine] Dad, your back.
- [Charles] I love you.
- I love you, too.
Oh!
Don't say a word.
(intense dramatic music)
(dark eerie music)
(dark eerie music continues)
(dark eerie music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
(dramatic
orchestral music continues)
- Don't be afraid.
Just because you're too
old to cut the mustard,
it doesn't mean
you cannot lick the jar.
Come on, baby. Come on.
Come on.
Come. Come on.
Oh, yeah. Come on.
You'll like it. You'll like it.
- Hayden!
Hayden, I confess!
Let me outta here!
Hayden, I confess! Come on!
Let me outta here, Hayden!
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, Jesus. Hayden!
I confess!
Let me outta here!
I'll try anything!
Anything you want! f*ck!
- [Buck] Come on. Come on.
- Anything you want. (sobbing)
I confess! I did it!
I did it all!
- [Buck] Come on.
(Anton sobbing)
Ah, Jesus f*cking Christ.
Hayden!
Hayden!
- [Buck] Come on, baby.
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