Marcy shot in the low nineties that day.
Outplayed me by three stokes. We were unbeatable.
Used to be we did everything together.
Now she's busy, I'm busy.
And you think she's getting busy with somebody else.
That's one way of putting it.
Do you really want to find out if your wife is cheating, Mr. Howsen,
- or do you want to stay married? - Yes,
and yes.
What I'm saying is,
your money could be better spent on counselling.
Or a hit man.
I'm kidding.
People get upset.
They over-react a little and suddenly they're divorced,
wondering how they got there.
Can you help me or not?
I can start first thing tomorrow, but you should know
that some spouses find out they've been investigated
and the marriages never recover.
I'm dying by slow degrees here, Ms. Nelson.
If it's over, I want to know.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Anything juicy?
Ectoplasm in his Beamer?
A poltergeist in his summer house?
He's wearing horns.
Adultery, again.
Where do people find the time?
You are so worth blowing off that meeting for!
Are you free tomorrow?
Gary's working late every night this week.
Last night he didn't make it home 'til five.
Anyhow...
It's not all wine and roses, right?
All right, call me later. Yeah.
What, did we have plans?
Well, that depends. Did you get that raise?
Yeah, yeah, and I bought this place with it, too.
Well, in that case I am free for dinner.
That's good to hear.
Let me just clean up this mess and we'll be on our way, all right?
Well, this mess is why I'm here.
My client called.
She's dead.
I came upstairs
The bath was running.
I found Marcy.
I'm sorry.
It was him,
the guy... Whoever she's been...
I want you to find out who did this.
That's why the police are here, Mr. Howsen.
They know what they're doing.
I didn't come home last night, Ms. Nelson.
I sacked out in my office.
I just came home this morning to change my shirt.
But nobody saw me,
and I know how it looks to these guys.
Mr. Howsen?
Detective Graham.
Can we talk over here?
I need somebody on my side.
I didn't kill my wife.
I didn't!
- Suffocation or strangulation? - His wife cheated on him and hired you?
Could be.
We should have gone to my bar. I hate traing new bartenders.
Where have your hands been tonight?
Ask me again in a couple hours.
So what's eating you?
My client made a joke about hiring a hit man,
and 24 hours later his wife is dead.
If he was going to have her killed, why would he joke about it?
Maybe he's setting me up as his alibi.
Are you always this paranoid?
Well, he doesn't have an alibi.
He also doesn't have a ghost,
or a monster, or a zombie.
This'll be great.
So you say,
but your eyes say something else.
Right.
Your eyes say that plain old murder's boring.
They say that supernatural, other-worldly, freaky,
turns you on.
It always has to come back to you, doesn't it?
This could be your fate, Vicki.
Fate, right.
Like I'm fated to go blind.
Like I'm fated to bring hell to earth.
So is your client worried about his upcoming experience with...
'justice'?
If that's supposed to be a slag against cops,
I'd stop right there.
Well, it's not a slag against ex-cops, which is what you are.
Are you trying to suggest that Mike is good at his job?
Not just his job.
I'm sure.
Good night, Vicki.
Henry, come on.
Marcy was great, Ms. Nelson.
She wanted it all, and she was getting it.
And then somebody broke in and killed her
for no reason.
Broke in?
Well, it wouldn't have been anyone here.
Oh, it had to be a stranger.
All of our people are vetted.
See, Mr. Howsen thought Marcy might have been seeing someone.
So maybe that's your stranger.
I don't think Marcy was fooling around.
No, Marcy loved Gary.
Oh yeah, right, and love has Ouch a great track record.
She was very happy.
We all are.
Marcy had a meeting that day,
but she was home, and the bed was a mess.
- How's that? - She wasn't the best housekeeper.
Who knows what happens inside a marriage?
Okay, just so you know,
avoiding my questions
isn't going to help solve your friend's murder.
It was nobody here.
Who's that?
- My gardener. - 'Your' gardener?
'Our' gardener.
Emmanuel.
He works for all of us.
Was he working last night?
In a way. He was teaching us flower arranging.
He's very talented.
Crime Scene says the prints are of the loving couple.
A few others came up, checked out as cleaning staff.
Leave their prints behind?
What kind of cleaning is that?
Good help, Dave, hard to find.
What is that? A dig?
If you don't know, you prove my point.
- The friend of a friend delivered. - Thanks.
You know what? I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone.
Oh, but, watch out, he's still carrying that Vicki torch.
- Thanks for the tip, Cupid. - Yeah, thanks, Dave.
- There was a message. - Yeah?
Something like, "The next time Celluci wants me to spend a day
in records investigating a murder from 1932,
tell him he can go..."
Forget it. Later.
Hey, Kate!
Thanks.
Vicki Nelson, private investigator.
I have a few questions.
You want to know where I was last night.
Well, that'd be a start.
I gave a class in flower arranging,
to Cheryl, Isabel, and Wendy.
Marcy not invited?
She didn't come.
Didn't she?
If only she had.
You two spent time together?
I took care of her... garden.
I bet you did.
"She shines like the rose-fingered moon
"rising after sundown,
"erasing all stars around her. "
Poetry's really not my thing.
"Her light spreads on roses and tender thyme,
"and the blooming honey-lotus. "
You're sure you didn't see Marcy last night?
Flower arranging lesson.
Would you like one?
No, thanks.
Cheryl?
Hi, who're you?
Vicki Nelson, working for Gary.
- Oh... the PI. - Yeah.
Nice to meet you. I'm Bruce Caldwell,
Cheryl's husband.
Is she around somewhere?
I'm sure she's not far.
She's never where I think she's going to be.
Come on inside.
Terrible about Marcy.
Do the police have any suspects?
Not as yet. How 'bout you?
You mean, do I suspect somebody?
No, not around here.
And they're sure it's murder?
Well, she didn't strangle herself.
How about that gardener?
Oh, I don't know the guy. I don't know.
Don't the police usually suspect the husband?
What, especially if he's jealous?
Well, I don't know if Gary was jealous.
I do.
- This is subtle. - My mother's.
She was an anthropologist.
I used to be fascinated with those things when I was a kid.
- No cable. - Ah.
Where are they from?
All over.
I'm ashamed. It's a significant collection and I...
don't remember much about them.
They're a little valuable.
A little creepy.
Oh, I don't think so.
My mother used to keep them in individual cases,
but Cheryl thinks that's tacky,
too 'collector-y'.
The women were really women back then, weren't they?
I always figured the artists must have been teenage boys.
Yes, that would explain a lot.
Well, I'm going to take another look around for my wife.
A gardener who quotes poetry.
You sound almost jealous.
How endearing.
Jealousy's a useless emotion.
"After 450 years,
"I don't waste my time on futile feelings. "
- Don't knock experience. - I never do.
And experience is telling me
that there is something between those women and that gardener.
I mean, their alibi is too neat.
Why wasn't Marcy invited?
I'll go over tomorrow, sniff around some more.
Anywhere in particular?
You're kind of twisted.
Has anyone ever told you that?
Maybe I'll come.
He sounds irresistible.
So he's handsome.
There's no crime in noticing.
You don't sound like a cop
talking about a suspect.
I'm trained to notice details.
So am I.
Like your heart beating faster.
Too much caffeine.
If you need to relax, I could quote you some poetry.
You could try.
Apparently it works.
If you want to know what works?
You could get the garbage on your way out.
Hi.
Are you okay?
You weren't just, uh... over at my place.
You know, somehow, like...
in bed with me, running your hands all over my body?
- That kind of thing? - That depends,
- were you enjoying it? - Henry...?
Are you sure?
I think I'd remember it.
Okay.
Okay, good.
Well that's a load off. Whew!
Disappointed?
No, no, relieved.
You don't look relieved.
Oh no, this um... this is my relief face.
Because finding me in your bed
running my hands all over your body would be...
horrible.
Unless you were invited.
I'm all ears.
Obviously, here's the catch.
You're a vampire, I'm a half-blind private investigator.
These stories always end up tragic.
We could beat the odds.
I'm not much of a gambler.
'Night, Hank.
We could cuddle after.
What about the gardener? You check him out?
Not as much as you did, I bet.
Come on, Mike. You know, Coreen ran a dozen databases...
came up with nothing on this guy.
Yeah, we figure Zorro's an illegal immigrant.
We're gonna sit with it. He'll get nervous,
make a mistake, then we'll bring him in.
What about his alibi?
Oh, you mean his harem?
You mean the harem that just
figured out they're a harem? Yeah, that's the one.
Yeah, they're remarkably consistent.
So, any other suspects?
Come on, Vick.
You know we like Gary for this,
but I'm not going to talk to you about it.
Okay, how about we don't talk about it over dinner?
No work talk. I swear.
This so-called dinner, just the two of us?
Is there somebody you want me to bring?
Is Henry working this with you?
He is.
And you're killing the moment, in case you were wondering.
Well, you know,
I wouldn't want to kill the moment but...
come on, Vick, I just don't want to see you get hurt.
I'm going to try and remember that this is coming
out of concern for me,
not out of some kind of caveman complex.
Why can't it be both?
Emmanuel?
Hot?
A little.
I'd say a lot.
So...
Isabel, Marcy.
Just how many lawns are you trimming around here?
Oh... you have such great energy, Vicki.
You must have many lovers.
I saw you with Isabel.
And Gary saw you with Marcy.
The police are watching you.
I didn't do anything
that people didn't want me to do.
I cared for Marcy.
I didn't hurt her.
- Who did? - I don't know.
Listen, I think you do.
Cheryl.
I finished at work early.
And I wanted to talk to you about the fall plantings.
Any luck with Marcy's murder?
Shouldn't you be at work?
Shouldn't you?
Isabel has brochures
about the new irrigation system.
Excuse me.
Emmanuel was just giving me a little shoka primer.
He said the flower you started with is in this garden?
Which one is it?
- That one. - The pink one.
My mistake, the pink one.
Thanks.
These women are lying about the night of Marcy's murder,
so we're going to unleash
Henry's mojo on them.
I don't have mojo.
I have charm.
- Charisma, if you will. - I would.
Well, whatever it is, you're taking it to the Golf and Country Club tonight.
- A golf club? - I know, I know,
but sometimes you gotta go where the case takes you.
Meanwhile, we're going to go back to Richie Rich Estates.
I want to search the gardener's cottage.
I want to search the gardener.
He's our suspect.
Delicious until proven guilty.
So, you okay with this?
I've talked to women before.
Yeah, but not as a PI.
Yet I usually get what I want.
You've not going to, you know, bite them, are you?
Are you going to tell me I can't?
Good.
It's just that it's not exactly protocol.
You are going to tell me I can't.
Well, it's an investigation,
not a picnic.
Is this really about something I might do,
or something I didn't?
The other night, when I didn't stay.
Then you showed up at my place...
Oh no, no. This is completely different.
Completely.
- If you say so. - Yeah.
I've got to change.
- Call me later. - You got it.
I'm not going to.
- Bite them? - Bite them.
Tell me about your flower-arranging class.
What really happened that night?
We were practising shoka.
It's a Japanese style.
- Sounds exotic. - Yeah.
And was Emmanuel there with you?
Emmanuel...
was in the living room.
We all were.
To think that shoka could have saved her life.
Except that Emmanuel wasn't there.
Emmanuel was there.
He's the shoka expert.
Oh God, Mike Weir did come. Excuse me.
I think you like living life on the edge.
Other people think they understand you, but they don't, do they?
Nobody does.
Like my neck.
I've always got this pain right here.
And I never talk about it.
Oh, excuse me.
Just keep that filthy mind of yours
on the case and Emanuel.
All I'm saying is, two great guys
and every night you're going home alone.
Look, I'm just...
too busy for the messy relationship stuff right now.
Too busy for the messy...?
'Cause the working women here sure aren't.
I appreciate your concern, Coreen,
but I'd appreciate you shutting up more.
Well, you know, there was this 'thing' the other night.
Who, Henry or Mike?
Neither.
I mean, really it was just this weird dream.
I mean it was like someone was in bed with me,
running their hands all over my body.
No face?
Just an impression.
You know, like the...
like the weight of a body pressing down on me.
- And then what? - It felt really real, though.
Really real?
Real.
You know, Vicki, it sounds like an incubus.
- A what? - Incubus,
a sex demon.
Sort of a virtual vibrator for the Medieval set.
Nah, I think it was just a dream.
Call the police!
What happened? Is she all right?
- Are they on their way? - On their way.
Oh God.
Isabel!
Bloody hell.
Henry!
Please, some respect for the game.
- Vicki fought a demon! - What?
Something attacked Isabel
and Vicki tried to kill it, and it knocked her
across the room, and it has glowing red eyes,
and we think it might be Emmanuel and...
You golf?
My father killed the Scottish king. Yes, I golf.
"Demons attack night."
It's kind of a large search term.
It looked like it was sucking the breath out of her.
- Incubus do that. - Yes!
Vicki had a visit the other night, you know.
Lucky.
"The other night," when you came over.
The hands all over you. The hands you hoped were mine.
Feared.
Incubus, from the Latin 'incubo', meaning burden or weight.
Do I need to explain that part to you?
No, no, it's okay. I, uh... remember.
Check this out.
"The incubus could be a nasty lover,
"with a sexual organ that was freezing cold,
"double-pronged or painfully large."
Do those two words really belong together?
And you think I should take up with the 'messy'.
An incubus has the power
to put everyone in the house into a deep sleep.
Once she succumbs,
the woman is dragged into hell for eternity.
The Country Club!
That's how they resisted me.
They were under the influence of the incubus.
I thought you were irresistible.
You resist him.
The incubus got there first.
Some excuse.
Look,
it looks like one of the idols at Cheryl's house.
She has an incubus idol?
Sort of. They're the husband's.
It doesn't make sense.
Idols are used to worship.
Yes, but they're also used to summon demons.
Like the creep who did this to me.
So someone summoned an incubus
and it killed Marcy and Isabel?
You're asking the wrong gal about that,
but find out more about these idols, and get me a meet with Cheryl.
And I want to know how many more of your friends have to die
before you tell me about you and Emmanuel.
- You don't have to yell. - Well, apparently I do.
We have this 'networking group'.
It's a way for us to get together on expense.
We usually don't end up talking much business.
Just complain about our husbands not giving us attention.
I swear to gawd, every time I'm feeling frisky
he's just laying there like a log, sleeping.
At least you're getting wood.
"Oh Gary, give me a little loving."
"I am too busy or that right now, baby."
"Oh, come on, Gary, I'll pay for the golf vacation
"you always wanted if you'll just..."
"Marcy, Marcy, these things are worth money."
...Yeah, yeah, he could solve more than my problems.
Oh, look at him. Wouldn't it be great if he was like a genie in the bottle?
And all we had to do is rub him,
- God willing! I'm willing! - and make a wish?
And Emmanuel showed up the next day?
Not exactly.
We all started having these weird dreams.
Like someone was in bed with us.
Someone you wanted to be in bed with.
And then,
I figured Marcy had hired him.
Turns out Marcy figured Isabel had hired him and so on.
He needed a place.
I had the guest cottage on my property,
so...
And the dreams?
We're all pretty career-driven.
You have your own business, you must understand that.
You focus fully on one thing,
other things disappear...
cooking at home, lazy Sundays,
sex.
There's not much time.
Not much will, either.
So you traded in the dreams for reality.
There was no shoka class.
I was with Emmanuel the night Marcy was killed.
I asked the girls to cover for me.
And that was when we discovered
we were all using the same gardener.
Well, wasn't your husband ever home?
Bruce...
Bruce could sleep through an earthquake.
And the night Isabel was killed?
I asked.
None of us were with him.
All right, shoot.
Okay... I know you hate this stuff, but...
Emmanuel might be an incubus.
It's a special interest group?
No, it's a type of sex demon.
No, Vicki, I know what it is!
I read! I watch TV! I know all about these things, all right?
They're just...
fiction, myths, stories.
Like Henry.
Hey, speaking of which, where is he?
Attacking women in bed sounds like more his kind of thing, don't you think?
No. Don't mistake this for something it's not.
You mean don't mistake an incubus for a vampire?
I can't believe I just said that.
All I'm saying is that if you find Emmanuel just...
be careful, that's all.
We'll find him all right and when we do
we'll put him away for life.
Yeah, but how do you lock up an incubus anyway?
Well, you're the expert, why don't you tell me.
I'll get back to you on that.
Vicki, what are you scheming?
Nothing.
I'll be in touch.
Doctor Sagara says there's no definitive method
to trapping an incubus.
Hm, apparently all you have to do is cry the unhappy marriage blues
in your million dollar McMansion, and he just...
shows up.
That's calling him. We want to trap him.
Excuse me. Sagara thinks
the idol might help bring him in.
And we'll need a ritual circle to hold him,
spruce for manifestation, civit for lust...
and the right bait.
I'd volunteer but,
the bait has to be sexually frustrated.
What?
I'm not sexually frustrated.
And when he ended up here the other night, what?
He took the wrong exit?
We haven't seen him since Isabel...
Yeah, I can't imagine why.
The murders are so at odds with the way he is.
Was. Is.
What the hell are you doing?
Bruce, Vicki's going to borrow it.
These belonged to my mother!
You don't just give them away.
I wasn't.
Show some respect for once.
They're not for you or for anyone.
Understand?
I'm sorry. I should have asked.
Sorry.
I paid off the mortgage when I got my promotion.
I think it's been hard on him.
Well, if this doesn't work,
at least it smells nice.
So now what? I just...
wait?
I know this will be hard for you, but try to be
in an open, receptive mood.
Okay, open and receptive
to a demon coming to kill me.
Sure.
Open yet?
So, this is your trap?
- Henry was out of line. - Sorry.
How'd you get in?
Hey, you were supposed to give those back!
Sorry.
What are you doing here, anyways?
Well, I figured you could use a little professional help.
- She's already got it. - No, I said professional help.
Not bloodsucking bastard son-of-the-king help.
I looked it up.
Fitz. Roy.
He reads.
Yeah, you two are going to be a big help.
Okay, so we called an incubus, now what?
I must say, Vicki, I'm disappointed in you.
You should try it from my side.
Would you give me your hand, please?
No, I don't think so.
Look, we know what you are, Demon.
Why would you kill Marcy and Isabel?
It wasn't me.
I care for these women,
and it makes no sense for me to harm them.
I have food, shelter,
good sex.
- And look at him! - Thank you, bella.
So you just get pulled through
to this side and decide to take on physical form?
Pretty much.
But why? What is so great about this world?
These women...
so tough by day.
At night, with me...
they were vulnerable.
They responded to me, need me.
I could feel that.
I can feel that within you too, Vicki.
A longing.
I have no longing.
There is no longing.
OK, actually I've been thinking about getting a dog.
You don't have to explain.
- No, explain! - No, explain!
The women!
Look, I made a difference
in their sleeping lives.
I wanted to make a difference in their days.
He's lying. He's a demon. It's like breathing to them.
- Yeah, unlike vampires. - Focus.
All right, Cheryl's confession has
him outside of Marcy's house at the time of the murder.
Okay, well, say he didn't do it,
there were a dozen other idols in that house
- maybe we're looking the wrong one. - I may be able to help there.
You said to find out what I could, so...
A doll did it.
Did you miss the part where the demon showed up?
Did you miss the part where you started talking about dolls?
- Idols. - They're the same rules...
they don't apply any more, Mike.
Yeah, I get that, Vick.
Tiny little killers, huh?
That's not such a stretch, now is it?
Tell me detective,
- you sleep with your windows open? - I repeat,
focus!
So then, who's our hooded killer?
Maybe her. She's one of the Furies,
- the Angry Ones. - Relative of yours?
- Stop it! - From Greek mythology.
Sagara says
it's probably the oldest piece in the collection.
This one seems to be Megaera.
She attacks whoever you're jealous of.
Well, Gary was jealous of his wife,
I mean, admittedly so.
Was Isabel's husband jealous of her?
Oh, not so much.
All the women were jealous of each another.
Isabel was the focus of that.
She's spending the most time with Emmanuel.
Yeah, but there's no pattern here.
Listen to this.
In the myths, Megaera responds
to the strongest feeling of jealousy,
not necessarily to the person who summoned her.
So either they're passing around this idol...
Or someone hasn't learned how to use it properly yet.
I think I know who.
Come on, demon, we're taking a ride.
I know you can feel it.
Eating me up inside.
She ruined everything.
Ridiculed me.
Feel it!
You're a child, Cellucci, cutting me off at the light.
You've been driving for what, 90 years
and you still choke at a yellow? It's pathetic.
Okay boys, we have a murder to stop.
Get her.
- Hey, stay here. - Excuse me.
All right! That's it!
What are you gonna do? Shoot me?
If you can't control yourself, somebody else will.
Get a grip!
Where are you going?
She's in there!
Get back here!
I'm in control here!
Henry, cut it out!
Not them! I'm the angry one!
She's a jealousy demon, you idiot!
Sorry love, already dead.
Don't make me hurt you!
- Give it to me! - No!
Give it to me!
What the hell is going on in here?
Get back!
Glad I'm not the one writing the report.
Murder by jealousy demon in the second degree.
It practically writes itself, doesn't it?
Trepidations adds a certain vibrancy to any encounter,
but I prefer curiosity, willingness, passion.
A constant diet of coercion gets tired after a couple hundred years.
Exactly, and it's amazing how women have changed over this past century.
The art of romance is lost on women today.
- I know... - So what about him?
Henry's free to do what he wants.
No, the other freak.
Is he sticking around or what?
He hasn't broken any laws.
No, just a couple of hearts, right?
Oh, I think he can cure them.
I was talking about the husbands.
I knew that.
Still,
freak factor aside, it does just
come down to human emotions, doesn't it?
And jealousy.
Seemed to be a lot of that flying around tonight.
Vicki, I'm not jealous of Henry.
I'm just worried about you.
Well, you know I always work better with a partner.
Maybe.
There's a lot about Henry you don't know.
And you do?
Look,
I know that every time I've needed him in my corner he's been there.
Reminds me a lot of somebody else I used to work with.
Just trust me on this.
I do trust you.
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