Please.
Please don't hurt me.
It's wrong! She's too young!
The sins of the flesh will ruin her.
Please don't hurt me! Please!
The wicked will be punished.
"The mystery heart condition...
"that has killed over 30 people in less than four years...
"has claimed another victim. "
"Doctors are baffled
"as to why seemingly fit and healthy people...
"are suffering massive heart attacks.
"Many of Fairwater's residents are claiming that the shadow of Death...
"has once again descended on the town. "
What's this shadow of Death stuff? I don't like it.
It's what they're saying, Miss Rees-Jones.
There's a lot of scared people out there.
"For decades,
"the name of Fairwater has been synonymous with Death...
"following the infamous 1964 Bradley-Bartlett murder spree.
"Thirty years later as the death toll steadily rises...
"it appears the Grim Reaper has once again returned...
"to the quiet streets of Fairwater. "
Oh, no.
Steve, no.
I asked for a new angle. Now give me something fresh.
I want to see the human face of this tragedy.
Get out there. Talk to the families.
I want to know how this thing has impacted on the local community.
Yes, Miss Rees-Jones.
And Steve, no more references to death as a person.
Friend of the family? Really such a shame.
Get out. Go on, get out. Go on.
Get out.
Damn.
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, I don't believe this. This is not happening.
My lawn, you ruptured my lawn.
Whoa.
Hey. How you doing?
Just give me a call. I'll pay for the damages.
You're damn right you're gonna pay...
'cause I'm gonna sue your ass.
Now let's not get litigious, all right?
Just send me a bill.
"Frank Bannister, Psychic Investigator"?
That's right. Well, that's a good one.
How come you didn't see the corner coming? You stupid moron.
This is goddamn bullshit!
Listen, buddy, this is gonna cost you big time.
You're paying for a new fence, you hear me?
I want this lawn completely resurfaced.
Or we're going to talk about a...
Budzo! My Budzo.
I got your license plate number, you bastard!
This is private property.
Mrs. Bradley? I'm Dr. Lynskey. I work at the medical center.
No, you don't. I know who works there.
I started there three months ago.
Dr. Kamins is my personal physician.
Yes, well, Dr. Kamins is attending a funeral...
and I'm seeing his patients today.
She was cutting the vegetables and the knife slipped.
Well, a couple of stitches and she'll be fine.
I'll drive you to the clinic.
That's impossible.
It's a deep cut. Then leave her some antibiotics.
Mother, please. Patricia never leaves the house.
But it hurts. To your room, this instant!
Wait, just a minute.
Who did that to you?
I think you'd better go now, Dr. Lynskey.
You don't know who my daughter is, do you?
Patricia's not to be trusted. I beg your pardon?
I can have her locked up anytime I want to.
They said she was an accessory after the fact.
I know the truth.
It was cold-blooded murder.
In the space of 27 blood-soaked minutes...
12 innocent people gunned down...
by hospital orderly John Charles Bartlett.
Patients, medical staff, visitors...
no one was spared in this madman's rampage...
through Fairwater Sanatorium.
Not even the hospital chapel provided sanctuary...
as those in prayer were gunned down on their knees.
For heaven sakes!
We're reporters, for God's sakes. We're supposed to get the news.
A seemingly senseless crime.
Bartlett's motive remains a mystery to this day.
Johnny Bartlett.
He's got a demonic look on his face.
Can I talk to you? Later.
Any comments, Johnny?
Got me a score of 12, sir.
That's one more than Starkweather.
Six years earlier, Charles Starkweather...
had murdered 11 people in a Nebraska killing spree.
Guess that makes me public enemy number one!
Fifteen-year-old Patricia Ann Bradley...
daughter of the hospital administrator...
was also implicated in the killings.
She was madly in love with the psychopath, Bartlett.
That's her.
I was in her house this afternoon.
Well, that's just terrific, honey.
We've been in town for three months...
and you're making friends with the Manson Family.
2,200 volts of electricity...
ended the life of Johnny Bartlett, the unrepentant killer.
As they threw the switch he was heard to scream:
"I got me a score of 12. Beat that. "
In what some considered a miscarriage of justice...
Patricia Ann Bradley was sentenced to life imprisonment...
although it was never proven that she actively participated...
in the killings.
Five years ago, Patricia Bradley was granted a conditional release...
by the State Governor.
Today she lives a reclusive life back in the family home...
Should've fried her when they fried Bartlett.
She was 15 years old, you know.
She just fell in love with the wrong guy.
It could happen to anyone.
Sweetie, I don't want you going back up there.
The place gives me the creeps.
I really don't think that you should...
Come on, honey.
I think Tiger's getting a little lonely.
Guess what I did tonight, honey?
I made reservations at Excalibur.
Don't you remember, sweetheart?
It's our anniversary this Tuesday.
I even got our favorite table.
Yeah? You silly-willy?
What the hell is this doing here?
I thought I tore this up.
Did he come back to the house? Who?
That moron that tore up my fence!
Help! Ray, help.
He's alive.
Ray!
Ray, get me off!
You sick thing!
Lucy, I don't want that con man in my house.
There's gotta be some kind of rational explanation for all this.
I just don't want some goddamn spoon bender telling me what to do.
Ray, we have got a poltergeist!
Well, it's nothing that the police can't handle.
Bannister.
Dr. Lynskey, I'm on my way.
Persistent residue of the departed. Always a problem this time of year.
Dr. Lynskey?
Yes. Thank you for coming. The...
The activity is currently located where?
Well, I don't know. It just went quiet about five minutes ago.
Went quiet?
The dining room table spun in a counterclockwise direction?
I don't think that one happened. No.
The toilet seat lid banged up and down?
No.
Did the bed levitate? Yeah, with me on it.
Spontaneous recurrent psychokinesis. Oh, boy.
This could be the worst case I've ever seen.
Yeah, this is bad.
Okay. Well, folks, I can do a clearance...
but it's not gonna be cheap.
Although I do offer a six-month guarantee.
How much?
$249.95.
But there is a 30% surcharge for making a house call after midnight.
Then there's vehicle, gas...
so I'd say the whole thing is gonna set you back...
somewhere in the neighborhood of $450.
Although we could forget about the fence, call the whole thing even.
Do it.
Okay. Excuse me, ma'am. You wanna stand back.
I don't want you to have to sign a waiver.
Plus $100 for materials. I can't be out of pocket.
Just do it, for Christ's sakes, Bannister.
Here we go.
All righty.
Why us? I mean, why are they in our house?
All I can tell you is emanations are normally confined to the cemetery...
although they do escape.
It's usually the young ones.
For God's sakes, Bannister, come on.
Come on.
It's holy water.
This is bullshit. This is total bullshit.
Come on. Yes!
Okay, these belong to you.
Six ectoplasmic emanations.
Don't worry. They can't escape.
Some people like a souvenir. Where would you like me to put them?
No. I really don't think we wanna hang onto those.
So, thank you.
Do we, hon? I could give a rat's ass.
Okay.
Don't worry, they can't feel a thing.
At least that's what it says in the book.
You never really know for sure.
All right. Thank you, Bannister. You can go.
What the hell are you staring at?
What's with the number?
What number?
Look, if you're trying to freak me out, it's not gonna work, okay?
You know what he's trying to do?
He's trying to get more money out of us is what he's trying to do.
Here, take your shit and get the hell out of my house.
Come on.
Move. Ray, just...
Thank you so much.
There you go. Thanks.
Thank you.
Why do you always have to alienate everybody?
I think I'm going to throw up.
Damn.
Man, I hate that trunk!
Yeah, I don't want you guys spreading your ectoplasmic muck...
all over my car seats.
Ain't that a bitch. The ectoplasm's the only thing sticky enough...
to hold the damn car together.
Look, Frank, I'm sorry about your pus yellow, piece-of-shit Volvo...
but we ain't riding in the damn trunk no more, you understand?
We would like to cruise with some style, man.
You know, you guys left me high and dry tonight.
I get to the house, nothing's happening.
I couldn't believe it.
Stuart, in or out?
You guys didn't even bang the toilet seat lid?
You made me look like an asshole.
We strained our backs lifting that heavy ass bed, Frank.
Yeah. Who was the idiot...
who put the number in the guy's forehead?
It wasn't funny.
Start pulling your weight, guys...
or you're going back to the cemetery.
Yeah, well, you can pull this, Frank.
I'm about to go like Jesse on your ass.
I'm gonna find me some other black ghosts...
and then organize a march.
The African American Apparition Coalition.
The AAAC.
And I'm gonna tell you something, Frank!
There ain't nothing worse than a bunch of pissed off brothers...
that's already dead!
Would someone help me, please?
Stu, man, you got to loosen up, man. I'm serious.
Come on, Stu, loosen up.
Loosen up. Okay, you loose? All right.
So tight you can you play pick-up sticks with your butt cheeks.
Loosen up. Just particlise. There you go.
Damn.
That fellow takes us totally for granted.
And we're supposed to be his business partners.
What a joke. I'm gonna straighten him out first thing in the morning.
He's dealing with a double major here.
Well, no more Mr. Nice Guy. I'm gonna get rough.
You talking to me, Stuart? No.
See, Stuart, that's your problem. You're too soft with him.
You gotta just walk up to Frank, just look him in the eye and say:
"Frank, give me what I want or I'm gonna bust your ass!"
Yo, Frank, how's it hanging?
I don't know, Cyrus. You tell me.
Well, Frank, I'll tell you the women ain't missing nothing.
Come on. I told you guys, stay the hell out of my plumbing.
Look. Come on, Frank.
Look, we wanna call a meeting, man. We gotta rap.
Cyrus, I gotta take a leak...
and I'm not getting out of the shower.
Goodbye.
Therefore, a happy ghost is a productive ghost.
To that end, I've drawn up a list of suggestions.
Now bear in mind, Frank...
that we have given you five years of loyal service.
Flies. That's what you've given me, Stuart. Flies.
Why is it that flies stick to you guys like shit to a blanket?
Very funny. You a funny guy, Frank.
You know, all you think about is yourself.
You know, I can complain, too, you know.
I would like some new clothes. You get to dress nice.
Here I am still looking like Linc from The Mod Squad.
You died in the '70s. It's a bummer.
I think what Cyrus is attempting to say, Frank...
is that we don't feel that the enterprise is evolving...
in quite the manner in which we all agree.
Please don't reach through me...
when I'm trying to speak to you.
Now, Frank, we gotta talk about cigars.
Cigars? Damn right.
You've been promising me a box for I don't know how long.
Cyrus, I hate to break this to you but you're dead, you know.
You can't smoke.
Well, you can light them up and blow the smoke in my face.
If I light up a cigar, I'll blow my lunch in your face.
Everybody, get down! Damn it, Judge!
Put the shooters away.
That was a head shot, Frank. He could have killed me.
You know, if I wanted to get shot at every day...
I'd move my black ass to Los Angeles!
When a man's jawbone drops off...
it's time to reassess the situation.
I got myself a nice little grave...
up there at the cemetery.
It could soon be time to lay my bones.
No, you're my go-to guy. Without you, I'm out of business, Judge.
Frightening...
it's a young man's game, Frank.
I ain't got no more hauntings left in me.
What are you talking about? You're in...
great shape.
My joints are getting powdery.
The dog's running away with my face. Hell, I'm falling apart.
You've been falling apart for years.
Don't go saying nothing to the boys...
but my ectoplasm is all dried up.
I'm sorry to hear that, Judge.
Give it up, Frank.
Death ain't no way to make a living.
Yeah, well, Judge, I gotta finish this house.
You ain't never gonna finish this house.
You ain't never gonna finish nothing!
You're fooling yourself, Frank!
Too many skeletons in the closet.
It's us, Frank.
What do you think? Pretty scary, huh?
Don't you ever do that again.
Say, maybe we should try a white sheet next time.
Ain't gonna be no white sheets, bro.
Good morning, Zack. Frank.
Okay, you guys wanna talk, let's talk.
Let's talk about this. This is a letter from my bank.
This says they want $15,000 from me or they're gonna sell my house.
Well, cool.
It's about time we ditched this drafty-ass crib...
and moved to someplace nice with some glass in the windows.
Cyrus, this is serious shit, okay?
This is my house. I'm not losing it.
Stuart.
The chicken. The chicken was not scary, Stuart...
the chicken was stupid.
Judge, help me out here, okay?
Talk to these guys. They look up to you, all right? Thanks.
I need $15,000, guys. I need it quick.
It is time to get seriously scary.
So you checked the place out, right?
Right. Cool.
How many we got in here? Five.
They won't suspect a thing.
Poor suckers, they won't even know what hit them.
How many exits? Two.
All right, man, this is it. We gotta be hard. No mercy.
We're going in like professionals, like Charles Bronson.
We don't stop till the screaming starts, you dig?
I'm with you.
Let's go.
Yeah.
Let's kick some ass.
Here we go. One, two, three...
Good morning, my darlings. Hello.
The mail's on the table, Mrs. Waterhouse.
Thank you, Sylvia.
Sylvia, Mother is coming for lunch. Pick up, quick.
Yes, ma'am.
Big kiss.
All right, kid, quit jumping around and acting like a baby.
This is serious.
Now, we're gonna scare the living daylights out of your parents.
So, come on, kid, you gonna help us out?
Are you with us?
See? He gets it. The kids always get it.
Let's go. All right.
Mrs. Waterhouse.
Mrs. Waterhouse!
Damn. Here, man. This one did le poo-poo.
Get it away from me. Man, they're so little...
but their doo-doo smells like old shoes.
Mrs. Waterhouse!
My babies!
Yeah, Frank Bannister.
I'm on my way.
Judge, I need you riding shotgun.
Yes.
Damn it! Come on, let's go.
Come on. D for drive.
Look around you, Frank. Don't you realize what's happening?
Yeah, every other car is a frigging hearse.
Come on, I can't even get across town.
This town is in deep trouble.
Yeah, too many funerals, not enough traffic lights.
It's Death, Frank.
Death is amongst us.
Come on, let's go. Time is money.
You haven't heard a goddamn word I've said!
I thought you had some character, son...
but right now you're not showing me much.
You're right, Judge. Watch this.
Look out.
What's the matter, Judge? You look a little pale.
Beautiful.
Beautiful, Judge. This is gonna be easy.
Why don't you just rest your bones? I'll be right back.
Ma'am.
Persistent residue of the departed.
It's always a problem this time of year.
Frank Bannister, I believe you called.
Not a minute too soon. Oh, boy.
Frank, she just... Shut up.
Frank, it's no use. She...
This is bad.
Recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis.
Yeah, this could be the worst case I have ever...
...seen.
I apologize for calling you, Mr. Bannister.
Please leave.
What the hell are you trying to do to me?
Preying on the bereaved is about as low as you can go.
You're a parasite, Mr. Bannister, and people should be warned.
Yeah, well, I got a right to offer my services to the public.
In case you hadn't noticed...
we are in the midst of a major health crisis.
The last thing the people of Fairwater need is some...
two-bit charlatan promising to pass on bogus messages...
from the other side.
Now, if you will excuse me.
I'm just trying to make a living. Living?
Not a word you'd know a lot about. Is it, Mr. Bannister?
Easy.
Asshole.
You all right, buddy?
Man, you took quite a fall.
Bannister! Yeah.
Listen, you gotta help.
They're gonna bury me, man. You gotta help.
Bannister, what is happening to me?
Well, Ray, you appear to be dead.
Don't say that. That's impossible. I'm in the prime of my life.
I work out every single day. My wife's a goddamn doctor!
Why didn't you take the corridor? What corridor?
The corridor of life. The passageway to the other side.
Because I don't belong on the other side!
Jesus Christ, I'm only 29.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, Ray...
just relax, all right?
You wanna tell me what happened?
I was on the rowing machine...
and then suddenly I felt this viselike grip...
just squeezing my heart and I couldn't breathe, Frank.
I just couldn't breathe and...
I've got the shakes now. I need some vitamin B.
Yeah, you can't take vitamins anymore.
You don't eat, you don't drink, you don't go to the bathroom.
All that shit's over with.
In about a year's time you're gonna get a chance...
to go through the other side again.
To become what's known as a pure spirit.
But in the meantime, you're what's known as an earthbound emanation...
which is a rotting cloud of bioplasmic particles...
dripping ectoplasm from every orifice.
Relax, Ray.
All right, Bannister...
can you at least give me a ride so I don't miss my funeral?
Okay, Ray, listen up.
The cemetery is not a safe place, all right? So stay close.
Later, Bannister. I want to hear what they're saying about me.
Don't worry about them. They're not gonna hurt you.
What in the hell is going on out here?
Get back in your graves!
Son of a... Holy Jesus!
Frank Bannister! Go ahead. I'll handle this.
What the hell are you doing in my graveyard?
You have been told to stay away!
Sound off like you've got a pair!
Yeah, well, it's a public place, Hiles.
I do not like you!
You cannot bring your spooks in here without my permission!
Disappear, scumbag!
I am not one of your shitty little emanations, Bannister.
You cannot push spirits around.
You are scum! Using spooks to put the frighteners on people!
That makes me physically ill!
We got a lot of lowlifes around here!
And I will provide an armed response at the first sign of trouble!
They must be contained!
Catch you later, Hiles.
My tour of duty runs another 85 years!
There's a piece of dirt up here with your name on it, Bannister!
I'm waiting for you, you little maggot!
There were times when people have accused Ray of being...
less than generous, but I'm sure, deep down...
the man possessed a heart of gold and a generous spirit.
It's true.
He wouldn't lie. Not at a time like this.
Because God has chosen to call our brother Ray...
from this life to Himself...
we commit his body to the ground.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Jesus, what a waste.
The Lord bless him and keep him. It's a goddamn tragedy.
The Lord lift up His countenance upon him and give him peace.
Goodbye, Ray.
Sweetheart, don't cry.
Oh, shit!
Frank!
I know you can hear me.
Get me out of this hole, Bannister.
Frank.
Get me out of this hole, please. Hiya, Frank.
Hey, Walt. Kind of surprised to see you.
Here on business, I guess? Not exactly.
Bannister, they're gonna bury me alive in here.
I understand you and Lynskey had a little run-in...
the night before he died.
As a matter of fact, apart from his wife...
I believe you were the last person to see him alive.
It sounds like you're the one who's here on business, Walt.
No.
The FBI is very concerned about these deaths.
They look like heart attacks but when they slice these people open...
their arteries are just clean as a whistle.
But there's been this tremendous pressure on the heart...
like the life has just been crushed right out of it.
You got any theories, Frank? Bannister!
Mind if I pay my last respects before they fill him in?
No. I'm sorry.
Bannister, please.
I need to be cheered up.
Mr. Bannister?
Mr. Bannister, did you want to see me?
Oh, my God, Frank. She can see me.
I thought perhaps you might have a message from Ray.
Tell her. Tell her I'm here, Frank. Tell her.
I mean, everyone says that you're a fraud...
but I've seen what you can do.
Frank!
You must think I'm very stupid.
Excuse me.
Lucy...
Ray says he loves you very much.
Here you are. Here's your table.
Hi. Hi.
Is Ray with us?
Yeah.
Tell her she looks great.
He says that you look great.
Tell her they're from me. Oh, those are from Ray.
It's our anniversary.
Right. He says it's your anniversary.
Is Ray beside me?
He's over here.
Greetings. How are you this evening?
May I offer you some wine?
I don't know. Lucy, do you want some, what, red, white?
Red, we always have red.
White. I've never been fond of red.
Lucy!
So you used to be an architect?
A long time ago. Can it, Bannister.
She doesn't want to hear your life story.
Wow. So did you build your own house?
I mean, you must have a dream home.
You could call it a dream home.
I'm gonna build you a dream home, sweetheart...
just as soon as I get on my feet.
Yeah.
Tell me, why is it that you can see Ray and I can't?
I was in an accident, a car accident...
about five years ago.
I don't know. They say that...
sometimes when you have a traumatic experience...
that it can alter your perception.
Really, so after that you could just see spirits?
I mean, what happened?
How about you talk to Ray? That's why I'm here.
Finally, I'm in the conversation. Terrific.
Well, actually I do have an important question...
that I have to ask Ray.
Well, he can hear you.
Ray, I really need to know where you invested my money...
the $16,000 that I had saved.
The attorneys can't seem to find it anywhere.
Shit. I blew it on a bad investment.
But don't tell her that. I'll think of something.
It's gone, Lucy. It's gone. He blew it on a bad investment.
You asshole!
Tell her everything's gonna be okay.
I'm gonna look out for her. I'm gonna move back into the house.
Tell her that. No, that's not a good idea.
Bannister, this doesn't concern you.
What's Ray saying? What's he saying?
He left. Ray left.
He said he was sorry, but he wanted to leave you alone...
let you get on with your life.
I swear to God, Bannister, I'm gonna kill you.
I can't believe it, I mean...
That's just like Ray to just take the money and run. I...
Ray and I haven't been honest with each other...
in a long time, Mr. Bannister.
It wasn't what you would call a good marriage.
You bitch!
Lucy, it's gonna be okay.
Get your hands off my wife!
Goddamn it!
Sorry.
I can move shit, Bannister.
Man, you better watch your back.
I better clean this up. I'll be right back.
Good food, huh?
Yeah, it's great.
Mom!
Looks like another heart attack...
but I can't confirm it till the autopsy.
Damn.
The waiter says he saw this guy coming out of the john...
about five minutes before the body was found.
And who might that have been? Frank Bannister.
He was as white as a sheet and shaking.
Waiter thought he'd been sick. Damn.
Hi, Lucy.
Lucy?
No.
Dr. Lynskey works for me. We're colleagues.
Look, Doc, she's a material witness, all right?
Okay.
Walt, Bannister was last seen in the restaurant parking lot.
He took off at high speed.
Bring him in.
Look at that.
So your dead husband was having dinner with you at the restaurant?
What did he order?
Oh, God. Excuse me.
Timmy.
Timmy, front desk, please.
Thank you.
Lucy, this is Special Agent Milton Dammers of the FBI.
I came by train.
I was going to take the flight but I didn't feel good about the plane.
At what time precisely...
did Bannister leave for the bathroom?
You.
I'm not sure, precisely.
Did he use excessive amounts of table salt during his meal?
What? Answer the question.
For Christ's sakes, it's really late.
I can't remember that, okay?
Oh, God. What is this?
Excuse me, Lucy, I'll be right back.
Milton?
Sorry, Sheriff.
I have a problem with women yelling.
Milton, can I get you anything?
Sheriff Perry!
You are violating my territorial bubble.
Lucy, you're still grieving.
It would be very easy for a man like Frank Bannister to take advantage.
You have such closed minds. I can't believe it.
I object.
Special Agent Dammers...
has over 20 years experience in the area...
of paranormal psychology.
Much of that was spent undercover with various...
cults and sects.
I get all the fruity cases, Mrs. Lynskey.
For God's sake, Milton, would you come inside and sit down?
I'm more comfortable standing. Thank you.
I really don't see what this has to do with Frank Bannister.
Mrs. Lynskey, you know nothing about Frank Bannister.
You claim he's a bona fide psychic...
yet all I've heard is a lot of ill-informed, meandering waffle.
On the third day of July 1990...
Frank Bannister, then a successful architect...
was overseeing the construction of his new home.
Now, the building contractor, Jacob Platz, would later confirm...
that Bannister had been consuming alcohol that morning.
12:23 p. m., Platz sees Bannister...
in a heated argument with his wife, Debra.
It appears that Bannister had promised Debra a garden...
in the new home...
and then, without consulting her, proceeded to lay...
a four-inch thick concrete slab...
creating a basketball court for himself.
12:31 p. M...
Platz watches the couple drive away.
Bannister kept a tool box in the back of his car.
And in it was a utility knife with a retractable blade.
Bannister purchased seven new blades...
that morning...
at Jesson's Hardware Store and Building Supply...
on the corner of 3rd and Garrett. 3rd and Garrett.
Third of July.
Seven blades. Three.
Milton...
you're mumbling. We can't understand a word you're saying.
12:33 p. M...
and their '84 Volvo heads into the hills.
It is the last time anyone will see the couple together.
Now, by Bannister's own admission, the argument continues to rage...
reaching a climactic point when Debra demands that Bannister stop...
pull over, let her out.
And at that moment, probably 12:36, 12:37 p. M...
the car leaves the road on a sharp curve...
presumably because Bannister was driving too fast.
She was killed?
Her body was found some 15 yards from the car.
Now, Bannister...
he was picked up two hours later, wandering in the woods.
He claimed to have no recollection of the events that occurred...
after the accident.
But here's the odd thing, Mrs. Lynskey.
His utility knife was missing.
And to this day it has not been found.
But do you know what was really bizarre?
Debra's corpse had the number 13...
carved into its forehead.
Unlucky for some.
Come on. You're out of your mind.
You're talking about a mythical figure.
A pseudo-religious icon from the 12th century.
Save your pea brain prattle for the classroom, boy.
That was the soul collector...
and he's been taking people out since time began.
He's going about some dark business here in Fairwater...
and we ain't nothing but worm bait.
When your number's up, that's it.
There's another one gone.
He's gone.
There's no money for you here, Mr. Bannister.
You're next.
Are you threatening me?
No, that's not what I'm saying.
He's threatening to kill me. Just relax, all right?
Just listen to me and... He's threatening to kill me.
Bannister! Great.
Okay. Excuse me.
What are you doing?
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Put the gun away, all right? Freeze.
All right, everybody, just take it easy.
Just stay there, Bannister. Just stay there.
Yes.
Great.
I did it.
Judge.
Bannister, stop.
Looks like I ain't shooting with blanks no more.
Mighty fine woman.
Good teeth.
Now put your hands on the podium.
Judge. Stay down!
They don't call me the hanging judge for nothing.
Stay right there.
Heads up.
Good catch.
Freeze!
Good shooting, Tex.
And she was so young and beautiful!
I like it when they lie still like that.
This is heavy.
My juices are flowing again.
Judge!
Bannister!
Go, Frank. Just get out of here now.
Bastard!
Gotta go.
Bannister! Stop.
Whoa! Whoa!