- What the hell is this stupid thing?
Shit.
Ah!
Come on!
Yeah, fuck you, too.
Chicken shit, short-eyed faggot.
Hey!
No!
Stop it!
- Symptoms of inflammation like pain, itch.
Anusol could also turn a bear into a honey.
- Ah, Anusol, from Parke-Davis.
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 crack
the gruesome Scalper murders.
Please give a warm welcome to Clementine Carter.
It's nice to have you here, Clementine.
- Thank you.
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 shot that bastard in the face.
Boom!
You gave that monster what he deserved.
God bless America.
And hell, thank god 'ol Commifornia
hasn't taken our guns away.
Right, kiddies?
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 stab 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.
You know,
it might be like a little bit
rumble in the jungle for us ghouls.
Right, kiddies?
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.
- 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.
- Love your show, Herk.
Clementine, I think you're amazing.
I read all the news articles on the case.
So creepy.
- 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!
- Yeah.
- Hey, I'm gonna take a dip, swimming.
Do not make noises. No, no, no!
Chop, chop!
No buzz, buzz, no buzz.
- Oh, okay.
All right. Got it.
- Yeah. Hey, Lee, you're handsome.
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! - Okay.
- Mwah!
- 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...
- This is Buck.
I'm calling from county jail.
What's my future?
- I'm sorry you're in jail.
That's, that's awful.
- I only have one call. I believe in your show.
This is me. I'm calling to find out what's going on.
- Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not.
I'm not sure I wanna share all of it with you right now
on the radio.
- So what's my future?
You know what happens to me if I stick
my penis through the bars?
- You'll have to call Seven Psychics.
- Well, I'm calling you to find out.
- Woo-woo!
- Don't drop that soap, buddy,
and you're gonna be good.
- Woo! Good job, Clem! - You have no clue.
Talk to me.
- 1-800-PSYCHIC.
- All right, let's take another call.
You are live with Clementine Carter. Go ahead.
- 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!
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.
- 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.
- You're a pistol.
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!
- I'm not at liberty to share that with you.
I'm so sorry.
- Wow, shooting somebody in the face
and now Hollywood.
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?
- I don't know.
- No, you never changed it?
- No.
- Wait, wait.
Hold on.
Let me get to the phone.
Rance, I know you're handsome.
Gonna hold you on the phone, Rance.
- Whatever that means.
All right, movin' on. Next caller.
- Ah!
No!
Are you Lee?
No, no, no, no.
Lee, get out!
Lee, no, no.
I'm drowning.
Lee, I'm drowning. Don't do this.
- So it might not be right away.
- Help me!
Help! Help!
No! I'm drowning, I'm drowning.
Leave me alone! Hey!
Oh!
- 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?
- Clem, help!
Clem, help!
Help!
- Jade?
- Call 911.
Call 911!
Hey, Clementine.
Hey, you all right?
- Hey, I would. We do have an emergency.
A woman was just attacked.
Not here. - 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 attacked.
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!
- Whoa, Mrs. Carter.
- You all right?
- Where am I?
- In the studio. You passed out.
We carried you here, all right?
You passed out when Jade called in.
- 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.
- 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.
- You good? - Just rest here.
- I got up too quick from a trance.
- Trance?
- Yeah, I saw what he did to her.
- Who?
- The Scalper.
- You know damn well Andrew Lubitz
has been dead for a while.
- Yeah, she killed him.
- Can you take me to Jade's house?
- Oh.
I'm sorry, we- - Please, I need to.
- 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 killed 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.
- Sure thing.
- Want some more water?
- How about something stronger?
Vodka.
- Mmm. Oh!
- I think you're taking this case
a little to personally, Ida.
- 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.
- Who's Doug?
- Well, that's her husband, right?
- His spirit guided me out.
- You think I'm being hard on this cunt
'cause she got my father and his partner killed?
- 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 killing 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.
- Fuck it.
Give her the rope to hang yourself.
- Okay.
Okey dokey, Mrs. Carter.
Time to go.
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?
- Not yet.
- Your toy got enough juice to get us there?
- I'll save the planet for both of us.
- 75% electricity
is generated by fossil fuels, you know?
It ain't savin' diddly-squat.
- Stop here.
This is where he was parked.
He waited.
Watched as the gardener unloaded his truck.
Intense rage, but not at him.
- Whoa, lady.
- It's all right, Jenkins.
- Having trouble running.
- 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.
Now he's wearing the gardener's clothes, his hat.
A stocking over his face.
He goes inside.
- You're not falling for this shit, are you?
- I'm a little confused, I must admit.
- What's going on?
- She knew the victim.
Claimed she can help us.
- He went to this window.
Looked out.
Then he went,
then he went to this door.
Looked out and saw her.
Came here.
With Jade.
- Help me, Clem! Help me!
Help me! Help me!
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,
a bitter hatred,
that I've never felt before.
My time is up.
- Jade.
- Are you ready?
- Yes.
- I love you, my number one.
My number one.
- 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.
- 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.
- Hey.
How did you know that he was my father?
- Google.
Goodnight, detectives.
- What a bitch.
- Kind of like her.
- You would.
- Oh, that was quick.
- Hey, hey.
You must be Clementine, right?
- That's right.
Welcome to my sweet ride.
I can sing for you. - Great.
This is good.
Yup.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Doug.
Come to me.
Doug.
Come to me.
Doug?
Show me.
- Dad? - Christ.
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.
Are you all right?
- I'm all right, I'm all right.
So what are you doing here at this time of night?
- You saw him.
- Doug? - Yeah.
- What's he doing? Haunting us now?
Huh?
How long has this been goin' on?
- Since he died. - He didn't die.
He killed himself. - Dad, I loved him.
- I know. He loved you, too. La-dee-da.
- 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 murdered.
- Jade?
No.
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.
That's more terrifying than I could ever imagine.
Jade didn't deserve that.
- Hey, I thought this was supposed to put everything right.
- Well, not enough Irish.
- At least it should help me sleep.
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, fuck 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Hello?
- 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.
- Yeah, they didn't seem to fit.
- Yeah, well there was a vagrant that was killed
a couple days ago.
And he was, the body was missing shoes.
- He was scalped and sodomized
by a large knife.
- Yeah.
I'm thinking maybe it's a copycat.
- I gotta see him.
- Well, I wish I could help you on that,
but we just, we can't.
Fuck it. All right.
Um, meet me at the county morgue.
It's on Fifth Street.
- I'll get there.
- Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
- And where are you going?
- Sorry I woke you.
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 shit at the house, hmm?
- She's a charlatan.
- 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.
Okay, where the hell are my pants?
- DOA number 367.
- Actually, the prints came back.
He's got a name. It's Yaphet Kotto.
- Like the actor?
- I guess. - No way. Gimme that.
Aggravated assault, cocaine possession,
intent to sell, home invasion robbery,
rape, 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 fuck.
- Yeah, they'll be erecting statues for this guy.
- No, gold casket more like.
- Stop it.
Whoa, Clem, Clem! You okay?
Clementine, whoa!
- Is she diabetic? - I don't know.
She's a psychic. - That's not helpful!
Grab the.
- Excuse me, pretty lady.
- Detective?
- He can't hear us.
Ah! The pain!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit!
He took my hair.
No wonder it's so cold in here.
- Who did it?
- Your name's Clementine.
Don't move!
To answer your question, no.
His face was covered.
See?
That fucker that fucked me is fuckin' after you.
He done me doggy style with a big fuckin' knife.
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.
See her?
- Jenny.
- She's why.
I was gonna stick my dirty dick in her tight little ass,
but she screamed and kicked and ran to her death.
See it.
- I told you, she's a psychic.
Are you okay, Clementine? - Ah, Jenny.
Jenny. - Jenny?
- Who's Jenny?
- I need to see the Lubitz file.
- What the heck's going on here?
- Now!
- 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 kill you.
Okay, so you gotta get this.
Okay, you gotta be ready.
The gun, you know where the gun is.
Grab the gun. - Ooh.
- Blow his fuckin' face off!
Shit!
Dad, get out the gun!
No, no, no, no!
Don't let him get on top of you.
Oh, shit.
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!
- Ah, I'm driving on the way home.
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.
- Oh, that ain't good.
- Come on! Get upstairs!
- Clem? - Come on!
Get upstairs! - Hello?
Anybody home?
Hello?
- Motherfucker!
- Did you hear that? - Yeah. I'm not deaf.
Come on.
- Thank you.
Dad, I'm still with you.
Okay, you can feel me!
Take my power!
Oh no! No!
- It was loud.
Oh, shit.
Call 911.
- Yeah, we need an ambulance here.
Is he breathing?
- I-
- Check his pulse. Check his pulse.
- I think so.
- Laying down right now.
I think he's still alive.
- Looks like he's breathin'.
- What is it you hope to find in there?
- Well, I had this vision at the morgue.
- Oh, Jenny Tarkovskiy.
- 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 suicide?
- Yeah, she was a prostitute, petty thief.
She palled around with Dick Lubitz for quite some time,
and then she skipped town after the birth-
- Of twins. - Yeah.
- 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.
Excuse me.
Yeah, go for Detective Hayden.
Oh, hi.
Yeah, okay. Go ahead.
Oh.
Okay.
Okay, thank you. - Oh, God.
- I'll, I'll, I'll see you there, okay.
- My dad. - I'm afraid so.
- The Scalper attacked him.
- He's in stable condition. - Where?
- St. Joseph Memorial.
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 fucking door!
- Clementine, calm down, calm down, calm down.
Officer Jenkins, can you buzz her through, please?
Thanks.
- It's my fault. - It's not your fault.
- Get this cunt over here. I'm lonely.
Get this cunt over here.
I'm lonely! I'm lonely!
Get right here!
- Shut the fuck up!
- You fuckin'- - Shut up!
- 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.
- 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.
- Charles Carter!
Dad!
It's Doug!
Are you here?
Clementine's worried sick about you, Dad!
Charles Carter!
Hello?
Is anybody out here?
Dad!
Dad?
- I want a guard put on this room.
- I'm working on it.
- What the fuck 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, fuck 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.
- 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.
- Almost.
- Oh, Herk! Oh, shit!
I'm sorry!
I-I didn't know it was you.
- I'm okay. My bad.
I'm okay.
- Damn, that shit is strong.
- It's for bears.
- For bears?
- Oh, what a way to thank you for saving my dad.
- Hey, no thanks needed.
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.
Are you good? - I'm okay.
- She's leavin'.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Kinda green. - Actually, I'm not good.
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.
- Hello? Hello?
Anyone in there?
Damn.
Not like in the movies.
- Clementine Carter.
I've kept an eye out for you.
Should've taken you seriously, I guess.
Pretty good lookin', huh?
You should see the other guy.
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?
- Clementine.
- Jenny Tarkovskiy.
- Please forgive me
for all the evil that men do.
- Show me.
- Save your servant.
- Who are you?
What the fuck are you doing in my house?
Who are you? Talk to me!
What the fuck are you doing? You little fucker!
Fuckin'!
What the fuck is going on?
- I'm LAPD.
You're under arrest.
Are you okay, ma'am?
I'm Officer Nelson.
- This is my house!
This is private property!
- All right.
- 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.
- Oh.
- You too.
- Let's go put that psychic brain of yours
to work again here.
See what we find.
- Why was he so obsessed with her?
- Motherlode. - Oh, God.
- Let's get forensics in here.
Jenkins. - Yo.
- Let's bring forensics in.
- You did it.
It's all over. - Sure.
- Clementine.
- Hold on.
Get in. Watch your head.
- Okay.
- Hurry up. - Okay.
What a fuckin' weirdo this guy is.
He's the worst.
Hey, he looks like Einstein on meth.
- If you could, come down to the station-
- Look, Jade's funeral is tomorrow.
I need to get some sleep.
- Okay, yeah, you can go. - Thank you.
- Yeah, get some sleep.
- Why,
look who we have here.
Peeping Tom.
Or a peeping Tammy.
You.
You're the psychic that killed 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 cunt,
daddy-o.
Oh, yeah.
- Stop!
Bye-bye, little bunting.
- Doug?
Hey, wait up!
- Come on. I finally found Dad.
- What was that?
- You dream up dark shit,
and it comes to life in here.
- Where?
Hey, wait up! - 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.
I hope.
- We got you dead bang, Anton.
- Don't show me this filth.
- 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 died.
- Well, we're verifying that.
- Splendid.
- So how do you explain the attack 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 fuck was I supposed to do?
What would you do?
Well, I know what you would've done.
You probably would've just shot her stone cold.
- Yeah, you're right.
Yeah, I probably would've shot her.
Well, you got my number, Anton.
Well, now we're gettin' somewhere.
Drop the charges on Mrs. Carter.
- Charges.
She broke into my property!
I'm the one who should be chargin' her.
- Anton, where's the knife?
- What knife?
- 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-
- Mmm, mmm-hmm.
Yeah, sure.
Lawyer. - All right, all right.
- Now. - See ya.
- Bye.
- You're going down,
just like your asshole father and brother.
- I'm not my father.
And I'm sure the fuck not my brother!
I just wanna go home.
- Oh, Mission Drive-In.
Dad's old car.
- He's with your mother.
- 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.
Dad? Mom?
Wait.
Dad, I need you more than ever now.
They can't hear me.
- No.
Dad.
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 beat.
- Yeah, yeah.
I could, oh, I could be there in a little bit.
- Splendid.
- Goodbye.
I did just what you said.
I read just as you had written.
Can I go now?
- Roger, are you okay?
- 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.
- No.
- His wife, Jenny Tarkovskiy, was murdered by-
- Andrew Lubitz.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on, answer.
- Anything?
- Christ.
- I tried calling earlier.
Sent a squad to her house. Nada.
- Jade Mei's funeral.
- Let's go.
- Excuse me, Father.
I was told to meet Mr. Corman here.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry to have disturbed you, Father.
Mr. Corman?
Hello?
Mr. Corman?
Anyone in here?
- Ah! Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry.
Say you're sorry. Ah!
- Check around the side.
Clem?
Lupino.
- Hayden?
I'm at the side door. It's been jimmied.
Calling for backup. Are you there?
Be careful. Over.
- Oh, god.
Who the fuck are you?
Oh my god.
- Are you okay?
Where's Hayden?
Clementine, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm fine.
- Clementine.
Clementine.
Tell my daughter I'm proud of her.
- I see your father.
- Where?
- Behind you. - Pappy?
Pappy?
- Shut up!
See what you've done?
Remember her.
You could've saved my wife.
You could've saved Jenny.
Why didn't you?
- Bob, wake up. Somebody's in the house.
- What?
Somebody's in the house.
- 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.
- 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.
- Jenny?
- Bob, my sweet.
- God, I miss you.
- Join me.
- How I miss you.
- Join me.
- Yes.
- Forever.
- 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.
- Go to her, Charles.
I love you. - Mmm.
- Bye.
- Want some?
- Dad, your back.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
Oh!
Don't say a word.
- 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! Fuck! - Come on. Come on.
- Anything you want.
I confess! I did it!
I did it all! - Come on.
Ah, Jesus fucking Christ.
Hayden!
- Come on, baby.