Damn. Come on.
Just get down. Get down and stay down.
Oh, no.
Magda! No!
Listen to me.
No!
Oh, no.
You killed me, you bastard!
You're sick. Is this how you get your kicks?
Did it feel good killing me?
Bannister, did it feel good killing your wife?
You're a murderer!
I don't believe he'll get very far. We've got the state line covered.
Sheriff Perry...
I seriously doubt we will see Mr. Bannister any time soon.
The man is resourceful beyond anything you can comprehend.
Hello, Frank. Hi, Walt.
I've come to report that Magda Rees-Jones'...
body is lying near my car...
off Holloway Road.
Frank, did you have anything to do with her death?
Frank!
Frank, are you okay? What happened?
What are you doing?
Are you arresting him? Please leave, Mrs. Lynskey.
Frank. Frank, you need a lawyer.
Go home, Lucy.
But you haven't done anything. He hasn't done anything.
How do you know?
Do you know me?
Am I a nice guy, Lucy? 'Cause...
that cozy little scene in the restaurant was bullshit, 'cause...
I was doing my job.
And I don't give a damn about you. I don't give a damn about anybody.
What the hell are you saying? Go home.
Okay.
Lucy, are you okay to drive? Yeah.
Got a kiss for honey bunny?
I know, I know. It's the way I look. It's this...
damn ectoplasm stuff.
It turns you off, doesn't it?
Come on, Lucy, you're not listening to me!
Look, baby, you know we have a great relationship.
It's just that...
lately I don't feel that you've been giving 100%.
There has been a destructive force unleashed on this town...
such as I have never seen.
We have a body count of...
twenty-eight.
You're a very dangerous man, Mr. Bannister.
For Christ's sake...
you're not seriously suggesting that Frank is responsible for...
You're way out of your depth here, Sheriff Perry.
Please leave.
Frank Bannister is my prisoner.
By the power invested in me by the President of the United States...
I am telling you...
to get the hell out of this room.
Have you ever heard of Nina Kulagina?
March 10, 1970. Nina Kulagina with the power of her mind...
stopped the beat of a frog's heart.
The record of this experiment is currently held...
in the files of Prof. Gennady Sergeyev...
of Saint Petersburg.
And as Sergeyev interpreted this cardiogram...
it seemed to him that the heart had experienced...
a sudden flare-up of electrical activity.
The heart imploded, the arteries burst...
and all because Nina Kulagina wanted the animal dead.
I don't kill people.
There's a part of you that believes that.
There's another part of you, Frank...
that's out of control.
Your destructive impulse.
I've seen a figure in a cape.
I've seen him reach into people's chests and squeeze their hearts.
Who was it?
Death.
I can communicate with the other side.
I can see spirits.
I don't know why. I can't understand it.
You think you're quite unique, don't you, Mr. Bannister?
But in my business, I deal with your type every other week.
This Death figure...
is nothing more than a homicidal alter ego...
that satisfies your compulsion to kill.
No.
Every time you want to take somebody out...
Death figure suddenly appears, does the job for you.
It's your rational mind's way of absolving yourself of guilt.
No!
When did you first start seeing spirits, Frank? After Debra's death?
You killed your wife.
No!
I have studied the coroner's reports...
of every death in Fairwater since 1985.
Twenty-eight cases involved crushed hearts.
Arteries choked until they burst.
That started in 1990 with your...
beautiful wife, Debra.
She was the first.
Ray Lynskey.
You have an argument with him, three hours later, dead.
Magda Rees-Jones, we know you didn't like her.
But what about the guy in the toilet?
What did he do to you, Frank?
Piss on your Hush Puppies?
Why are you shaking?
Oh, my.
My, my, my. You're doing it right now, aren't you?
You're trying to kill me. Right now.
Forget it, Bannister.
I'm wearing a lead breastplate!
We have 28 unexplained deaths here.
You know what I think?
I think you are involved in each and every one of them.
Buddy, this way.
No.
Man! Pulling your drawers off? Man, what the hell?
Benny?
My man, Benny. Stu, it's my boy here, Benny, man.
Benny, but I'm your friend, man, seriously.
Three words, shower with soap.
Come on.
You all right? Spasm.
It's all right.
Frank! Frank, we got problems.
These guys are gonna stitch you up on a capital offence.
All these murders that have been going on in Fairwater...
they're gonna pin them on you.
Stu and I are gonna get you out of here. So come on, man, let's go.
Frank?
Frank, come out of it, man. Wait, no, wait.
Oh, God! Forget it, Stu.
Look at him.
He doesn't believe anymore.
It won't be long now.
He's reached the acceptance stage.
Grappling with his guilt.
Seeking resolution.
You realize, Agent Dammers...
we have no forensic evidence linking him with any of the deaths.
Doesn't matter.
I expect this case to suicide long before it ever reaches trial.
They always do.
So much for the dream home.
What the hell are we doing here, Lucy?
I mean, look at this place. It's a dump.
God, this guy's a loser.
Oh, my God, Lucy.
Look at this. Look at this.
He set us up, Lucy. The man set us up.
This is our house!
He took us for a couple of schmucks, Lucy.
Look, Lucy. Look.
Perfectly good basketball court gone to pot.
Yeah, Bannister.
Mr. Bannister, you've got to help me.
My daughter, Patricia Ann Bradley, is communing with the evil one.
He's in this house at her instigation.
Help me. Help me drive them out.
Lucy, I gotta know why you keep shutting me out.
I still have a lot to...
Lucy!
Patricia.
Dr. Lynskey.
Patricia, are you all right?
It's your mother, isn't it?
Your mother's the one who's been hurting you.
She needs help. She's delusional, Patricia.
You can't go on like this.
You don't understand.
No!
My father killed himself after the murders.
Mother says it was my fault.
So I have to keep his ashes in my room.
Oh, my God.
She says I'm evil...
just like Johnny.
Come with me to Mother's room.
This isn't you.
This isn't who you are now.
It was Johnny.
He went crazy.
I couldn't get away from him. I thought he was gonna kill me.
Patricia, you have to get out of this house.
You can start over.
It's Mother. Please hide. Please.
I'll take her to the kitchen.
You sneak out later.
What are you doing in my room?
I thought I heard a noise.
I'll make you some coffee, Mother.
Mother, coffee's ready.
Lucy, go.
Frank.
Thank you, Deputy.
Just call me when you're done, Dr. Lynskey.
Yes.
Frank. Frank, listen to me. I found your knife.
It was hidden in old lady Bradley's closet.
She's crazy, Frank.
You haven't hurt anybody.
You're a good person, Frank.
Don't do this.
Please don't do this.
Jesus, do you think that you're the only person...
who's ever lost somebody?
God, you walk around like you don't have any feelings...
but the truth is that you're just scared.
You're a goddamn hypocrite. Why are you doing this?
What are you afraid of, Frank?
I don't want to hurt you, Lucy.
That's crap. Don't give me that.
Look at me.
No. I'll be outside. This shit is like walking in on your parents.
Right. Right. Yeah, I'll just be outside. I'll just...
What is it, Frank? Look out!
You son of a bitch.
What's happening?
Grab him!
What's happening?
Okay. Listen. Listen to me.
Call for the deputy and try to sound calm.
Deputy, I'm ready to leave now.
Stuart, where did he go? I think we got him.
Shit.
No, you son of a bitch! Get out, Frank! Go!
Frank!
This way. Go.
Freeze, Bannister! All right.
Help. I got you now.
Please help me. He's gone crazy. All right.
Stay back.
Now...
Frank, come on!
Go, Frank! Get out of here! Please! Now!
Frank, let's go!
No, this way. Come on.
Shit!
What was that in that cell, Frank? I felt something crushing my heart.
I can't fight him, Luce. I can't protect you.
There's only one way to deal with this thing.
I got to have an out-of-body experience.
What? And I got to have it right now.
No!
Go away, Luce. Just walk the other way.
Wait. Wait.
This will slow your heart rate and lower your body temperature.
You'll have 20 minutes, max.
Any longer than that and there's a danger of tissue damage.
That's only if I can successfully revive you...
and there's no guarantee.
Frank...
you don't have to do this.
Lucy, better close the door.
Hurry up.
It won't take long.
I didn't know you had an interest in cryogenics, Dr. Lynskey.
I'm reviving him at 9:00. Why would we want to do that?
Luce.
Lucy.
Whoa.
There we go.
Let me go, you bastard. Let me go!
Let me out now, you bastard! Let me out of this car now!
I find cemeteries very...
restful places, don't you?
Turn this car around and take me back.
I intend to, Mrs. Lynskey.
In exactly 11 hours time.
Son of a bitch!
No.
I knew Charlie.
Spahn Ranch, 1969.
My first assignment.
I was the Family's sex slave...
for six months. Six months...
in the service of my country...
disguised as a filthy hippie.
I want out!
Let me out of here! Come back here, you creep!
My body is a road map of pain.
1974...
Children of Lucifer.
Three years undercover...
drinking goat's blood.
1981...
I infiltrated The Cult of the Dead.
I was involved in ritualistic cannibalism...
in orgiastic dances reaching...
painful thresholds of intense physical eroticism.
I have withstood excruciating pain.
But I will not be broken.
I have suffered for my country...
Lucy.
But pain...
has its reward.
The power of the mind...
is absolute.
Frank.
Frank, is that you?
I'm doing this?
I'm making the car move with the power of my mind?
Yes!
No.
Wait!
Get back in the goddamn ground...
you unorganized grab-asstic gob of teleplasmic shit!
Who in the hell are you? Sound off like you've got a pair!
Hey, asshole.
Who are you?
Johnny Bartlett.
I thought guys like you fried in hell.
I got out, Frank.
I've been carrying on the good work. Got me a score of 40.
Harry Sinclair.
I just want to shake the hand of the man who finally avenged my death.
You've got a number.
Bartlett carved it into my forehead as I lay dying.
I was the last.
He couldn't be more wrong, could he, Frank?
Shit!
No. No!
No! Don't use it.
No.
Frank. Okay. Just breathe.
Breathe slowly. Breathe.
Okay. You're okay.
Okay. Frank.
All right, Lucy, come on.
A hundred milligrams of lidocaine.
Get me one cc of adrenaline, quick, now.
I didn't get him. Who?
Who didn't you get, Frank?
Johnny Bartlett.
He's back.
He's hallucinating. It'll pass. Lucy...
he's killing again.
Patricia.
Lucy, you got to get her out of the house.
Go!
Patricia! Patricia.
Listen to me. We have to get out of here.
Patricia never leaves the house.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Bradley, but she's coming with me.
You have no right. She's my daughter. Get upstairs.
No. Look, this is gonna stop now.
What are you talking about?
Why do you have Frank Bannister's knife in your closet?
You went in my room?
Mother.
Patricia.
Mother wants to go to the police now.
No...
she'll be down in a few minutes.
No, Patricia, we have to go now.
It's just not safe here. Johnny Bartlett's back.
I know.
He visits me at night.
I don't know why he comes.
He torments me.
Why has he come?
Am I being punished?
Patricia, please. Let's just go now, please.
I wanna kill her now, Patty.
That'll give us 41.
That's eight clear of Gacy.
Another nine and we'll have broken Bundy's record.
I can't wait to see old Ted's face when he hears the news.
Yes!
What?
I'm sorry.
We really should wait for Mother.
And that asswipe psychic nearly ruined it for us tonight, Patty.
He made us look stupid. You're gonna be okay, Patricia.
Everything's going to be all right. Shut up.
That Russian cannibal creep's running around...
saying he did 50 plus.
That reflects badly on the both of us, Patty.
This record should be held by an American.
I quite agree.
You can come...
stay with me if you like.
I'm going to kill her now, baby.
I'd like that.
I'll just get my coat.
Patronizing do-gooder bitch!
Patricia...
you kill her, I'll watch.
Ready?
I love it when you do that, baby.
Mrs. Bradley?
Mrs. Bradley, are you coming with us?
Oh, my God.
Lucy!
No, not that way!
Jesus, Lucy.
Oh, my God. These are Johnny Bartlett's ashes.
What?
We gotta get these to the other side.
What?
A church. We got to get them to a church.
There's a chapel. There's a chapel in the old hospital.
All right.
No!
No, let's go down here. Okay.
Damn it.
Look there. You see that door? Yes.
It's all right. Come out when I say.
I'm gonna look up there. Okay.
Lucy?
This is great.
Frank?
Excuse me, Doctor, we're looking for Ward 12.
Go up the stairs to the fourth floor...
down the corridor to your right.
It's just opposite the chapel. Thank you.
I'll get someone to help. Orderly.
Orderly, are you deaf?
I said, Orderly, are you deaf?
Moron!
I guess that makes you number one.
Get down!
Frank, are you okay?
The chapel's on the fourth floor.
No, Frank, watch out!
We gotta go. Go!
Lucy.
You're all the same.
Wait!
No! Lucy!
Put the gun down, son. The law is on its way.
What's the score, Patty?
Eleven.
That's the same as Starkweather's.
We have a tie on our hands.
Lucy. Frank.
It's jammed.
Take it. Just take it. Right.
I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.
No.
Give that to me. Let me guess.
You have to get these ashes to consecrated ground...
in order to destroy the forces of evil.
Give me the goddamn urn, Dammers!
Under no circumstances must these ashes ever be released.
No!
Oops.
You have no idea what you've just done.
You just don't get it, do you, Frank?
Your pathological mindset has made it necessary...
for you to interpret your sad personal inadequacies...
as a grand struggle between good and evil...
in order to gratify your pathetic need for self-glorification.
You are such an asshole.
Yes, I am. I'm an asshole...
With an Uzi.
Get up!
You make me sick! Get up!
Turn around. I don't want to shoot you in the back.
Turn around! I said, turn around!
As an agent of the United States Government...
I am ordering you to turn around.
Frank!
Please, please don't hurt me. Stop.
Please.
Frank!
Oh, my God. Frank.
Debra.
You killed her.
You're next, pal.
Take him out, baby.
No! Get him!
No! Stop!
Frank!
No!
Get him, Patty.
Yeah, baby.
Baby, you are an artist.
You're pretty, too. No!
No.
Yes.
I'm in the mood for a little vivisection.
No!
Me, too.
You bitch!
No!
I got your girlfriend, Johnny!
Come and get her! No, goddamn you! Let go of her!
Johnny! Come and get her, you coward!
Come on and get her! No!
Let go of my Patty!
Patty!
Johnny!
Come here. Give me your hand.
Whoa.
See you later, Frank. We got you.
We're going back down to get us some more!
Yo, Frank.
How's it going?
Bye, Frank.
Johnny. Johnny.
Step back, Frank. Yeah.
This isn't going to be pleasant.
The old express bus to hell. No lines, no waiting.
It's really something, isn't it?
Excellent libraries.
Premium cigars.
And of course, the honeys.
Yeah, how about that? Stu's a regular chick magnet up here.
Hello, Frank.
It's time to go home.
I am home.
No.
You see, the authorities have informed us...
that it's just not your time.
Start living, dude.
Be happy.
Frank!
There's something I have to tell you.
Yeah?
Sorry to interrupt you, folks. It's all right, Walt.
Frank, what do you know about Ouija boards?
Not a lot.
I found a whole stack of them up at the Bradley house.
It looks like Patricia just got herself a direct line...
to her dead boyfriend as soon as she was released five years ago.
It seems like the old lady...
when she got wind of Patricia's involvement...
in your wife's death, then she just kept the girl sedated.
She just couldn't stop Bartlett, though.
Nice epilogue, Walt. It was well delivered.
Frank.
Just one other little thing.
I got a whole bucket load of vacation time coming to me...
and I thought you and I...
could collaborate on a book about all this.
It could be my ticket off the force.
That's not really my area.
If you're looking for a collaborator...
how about your guardian angel over there?
You got me, Frank. I got you, Walt.
I'll see you, Frank. Bye-bye.
Boy, that Dammers, he sure looks pissed.
Yeah.
Well, sometimes, Frank, you see...
when you go through a traumatic experience...
it kind of alters your perception.
No.
Whoa!
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