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ALLISON:
I read this essay in college.

Said the only place that any
of us are truly free...

is in our dreams.

We can cast off the shackles
of our daily lives.

We can go anywhere
we want to go.

We can be any version
of ourselves

that we want to be.

I'm not saying that isn't true.

Who am I to contradict
a college textbook?

But any schoolkid can tell you

that there is one thing
you can't do in your dreams.

(alarm ringing)
You can't die.

According to just
about every schoolkid

who's ever lived--

if you actually die
in your dream,

you'll die in real life, too.

We laugh at that idea
as we get older.

But I wonder sometimes:

Can we ever be absolutely sure

that those kids are wrong?

I mean, if your dream
does kill you,

you're not around to talk
about it, right?

They'll call it a heart attack.

They'll say you died
in your sleep.

They'll never know
what actually happened

is that your worst nightmare
finally caught up with you.

(sighs)

You okay?

You all right?
(sighs)

Actually, I'm dead.

(sighs)

Well, get some
more sleep.

You'll feel
better.
Mm.

(thunder rumbling)

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They're coming to get you,
Barbara.

Stop it.

You're ignorant.

They're coming
for you, Barbara.

Look! There comes
one of them now.

Cool.

They really were
coming for her.

JOHNNY: I'm getting out of here.
BARBARA: Johnny!

(Barbara screaming)

Johnny!

Help me!

Hey, where you goin'?

You're not afraid,
are you?

Hey, what're you watching
over there?

It sounds pretty scary
for a Sunday morning.

It's some old movie called
Night of the Living Dead.

It's part of a zombie
movie marathon

that's going to be on
until Halloween.

They're not running the one

where everyone gets
trapped in the mall,

are they?
ARIEL: Bridgette!

I am going to
kill you!

Mom!

Make her come and
get this thing

out of here!

Bridgette, I mean it!

Get in here
before I flush this thing!

That thing has a name.

Miss Scarlet.

I don't care what your
stupid science class

decided to call
their stupid pet.

Get it out of here. Now!

Bridgette, I thought
you told me

you were going to keep
Miss Scarlet in your room.

I know, but Miss Colletto
said tarantulas do better

in humid environments

like a bathroom
or a basement.

And it's not like I was
going to keep her in here.

Humid. Huh.

How do you think she'll feel
at the bottom of the toilet?

(phone rings)
Ariel, relax.
Bridgette, hey.

Bring Miss Scarlet
back into your room.

You can bring her in here when
it's your turn to take a bath.

Scanlon.

He does know
it's Sunday, right?

Hey. What's going on?

Hey, I know it's the weekend,
but I was wondering

if there's any way you could
give me a hand with something.

I got kind of a situation.

What kind of situation?

You're damn right,
I'm upset.

Something bad has
happened to him,

and you people
don't seem to care.

This is a man
who has given discounts

to the policemen
and firemen

for as long as he's been
in business.

He's even buried a few men
for free

when he realized that the
families couldn't afford it.

And now that he needs you,

all I hear is, it's too soon

to file a missing
persons report.
Ma'am,

the person who answered your
call obviously wasn't aware

of your father's special
relationship

with the department.

Which is why we're
here to assure you

that this is being
taken seriously.

We're doing everything
we can to find your father.

Now, do you think
it's possible

that he may have just slipped
away without telling you?

Maybe taken some time off?

You haven't heard a word
I've said, have you?

He's not taking time off.

He doesn't take time off.

"Time off" is not
in my father's DNA.

This is a man who lives to work.

Period.

He's been running
this place for 40 years.

And as far as I know,

the only time
he's taken time off

was the morning that I was born.

And that was only
because my mother

threatened to kill him
if he didn't.

Okay, well...

along those same lines,
did he have any enemies?

Anyone who may have
wished him harm?

Ten, twelve years ago,

I would've said "no."

He was always
a very loved man.

He was the president of the
Chamber of Commerce three times.

He always sponsored
a Little League team.

He loved
this neighborhood.

(sighs)
I think that's why
he was so upset

when he started to see it change
with the drugs

and the crime and the dealers...

the gangs.

You know, daddy's never been shy
about his opinion

with regard to the state
of things around here.

And on more than one occasion,

he's had words with

the drug dealers.

Who knows?
Maybe...

one of them, finally just, um...

just got rid of him.

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I have two funerals
this morning.

The dead don't like
to be kept waiting.

(sighs): Yikes.

Okay, here's the plan.

I put Miss Scarlet on the tip
of Ariel's toothbrush

and you take a picture.

And then,
once Ariel's done

brushing her teeth,
we show her the picture.

Your spider looks funny
when he's sleeping.

(laughing): Okay,

first of all, it's not a spider,

it's a tarantula.

Second of all, it's not a he,
it's a she.

And third of all,
tarantulas don't sleep.

Well, this one does.

What?

(ominous soundtrack playing)

What did
Miss Colletto say?

Was she mad?

No, sweetie, she wasn't mad.

Nobody's mad.

Well, she was just sorry it took
her so long to call us back.

She wanted to make sure that
you don't worry about it.

She said there's no way
of knowing how old
Miss Scarlet was,

and it was probably
just her time.

That isn't your fault.

I think I'm just
going to go to bed.

Hey, I thought we were going
to finish this together.

Yeah, well,
you can finish it without me.

I'm just not in the mood
anymore.

Hmm.

Did Miss Colletto
happen to mention

what we were supposed to do with
the spectacular spider remains?

Apparently,
Miss Scarlet is flushable.

Burial at sea.

Excellent.
What about the terrarium?

Well, she said if we
don't have any use for it,

we can just
throw it away.

Seems that she has more than
she needs in her classroom.

Mmm, dead tarantulas,

flesh-eating zombies,

and a missing
funeral parlor director.

Halloween isn't exactly
being subtle this year.

(thunder rumbling)

* *

Hey, come on, Barb.

Church was this morning, huh?

I'm sorry.

Was that you who just
said something to me?

And did you say it
in black and white?

Hey, I mean, praying's
for church, huh?

Come on.

Wait, back up.

Did you just call me
"Barb"?

My name's Allison.

And I'm not sure I like

what this black and white
is doing to my skin.

(thunder crashing)

Do you remember one time,
when we were small,

we were out here?

It was from right over there.

I jumped out at you
from behind a tree,

and Grandpa got all excited
and he shook his fist at me

and he said, "Boy, you'll
be damned to hell." (chuckles)

Well, you used to really
be scared here.

This is really freaky.

Hey, you're still afraid.

(thunder rumbling)

(à la Vincent Price):
They're coming to
get you, Barbara.

You've got to stop calling me
Barbara!

My name is Allison!

Even though this is a dream,
my name is Allison!

They're coming
for you, Barbara.

JOHNNY: Look!

There comes one
of them now.

(Barbara screaming)

(thunder rumbling)

(head thumps on headstone)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(thunder rumbling)

(softly groaning)

(panting)

Don't worry.

You're going to wake up soon.

(panting)

Hey, is that your house?

I need to get inside!
We both really

need to get inside...

(screams)

(panting)

(screaming)

(gasps, screams)

Hey, what's
going on?

You all right?
(sighs)

Yeah, nothing.

It's a nightmare.

It's just a nightmare.

Sorry, honey.

Go back to sleep.

What? Allison?

What did you do
to your arm?

Oh, my God.

I just don't understand
how this happened.

I was having a dream,

a weird, old
zombie movie dream.

Well, I mean...

if you were dreaming,
you weren't, like, in control.

I mean, you just,
like, grabbed yourself--

you grabbed your arm,
and you scratched yourself up.

Really ripped the skin.

But, you know,
it's not that unusual.

Had a roommate
in college

who used to throw
punches in his sleep.

I sometimes grind my teeth.

I mean, it's not like
you went in the garage

and, like, started up
the skill saw.

I mean, you scratched
yourself.

You scratched the crap
out of yourself,

but still...

Okay.

Voilà.

(siren wailing)

SCANLON:
Groundskeeper found
Bobbi Catalano's dad

a little over
an hour ago.

Forensics thinks he was killed
out there by those graves,

then dragged in here
and out of sight.

Wallet and
watch are gone.

Car is still parked
in the parking lot.

Do we have any idea
what he was doing out here?

Given his profession,
you'd think

it might have
been work-related,

but, uh, apparently,

one of those headstones over
there belongs to his wife.

Best guess is,
he was visiting her

when someone jumped him.

Smashed his head in with a
stone and emptied his pockets.

It's kind of a strange place
for a mugging, don't you think?

Well, yes and no.

It's quiet, isolated.

If you yell for help, there's
no one around to hear

except for a bunch
of dead people.

(sighs)

Feel free to take
a look around

and see if you
get anything.

I'm going to go
call Ms. Catalano

and let her know
we found her dad.

(static crackles,
garbled radio chatter)

(crow cawing)

(man coughing)

ALLISON:
Sir?

Sir.

Sir, are you all right?

(screaming)

SCANLON:
Allison.

(coughing)

What the hell
is going on?

(stammers)

(coughing)

Allison, go for help.

Get them to call
an ambulance.

(school bell ringing)

The Mesozoic era is often called
the Age of the Reptiles.

Reptiles were the dominant form
of life on Earth

for the entire era,
which lasted...

(girl clearing throat)

...almost 200 million years.

The Mesozoic era is divided
into three distinct periods.

(screaming)

Bridgette?

(students laughing)

Are you all right?

Hi, kiddo.

No hello?

Is everything okay?

I think Miss Scarlet's
mad at me.

Miss Scarlet?

The spider?

I don't think that's
possible, honey.

Uh, I was there when
Miss Scarlet was fl...

laid to rest,
and I don't think she can be mad

at anyone or anything
at this point.

Yeah, well,
I think she can.

And I think she is.

And I deserve it.

Why?

Because I gave her some candy.

What?

I fed her some candy.

I put some candy in her cage,

just to see if she'd like it.

I think that's why she died.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Paging Dr. Stateman.

SCANLON:
His name's Edgar Kripke.

According to Social Services,
he's a drug addict

and a paranoid
schizophrenic.

When he couldn't get a bed at
the local homeless shelter,

he'd sleep in
that cemetery.

Bobbi Catalano told
me that Kripke

had actually had words
with her father before.

I guess her dad wasn't
too happy that this guy

was crashing a few hundred
yards from his wife's grave.

Carl actually called
the police on him once.

Had him arrested
for vagrancy.

But that doesn't prove
that he...

We searched the cardboard
box that Kripke calls home.

Found Carl's wallet
in there and his watch.

Well, what about the blood
around his mouth?

And the groaning?

Drug overdose.

He must have just gotten
high when you spotted him.

His doctor says it caused
some serious brain damage.

What kind of drug
does that?

You ever heard of
something called "wet"?

Cigarettes soaked in methanol,
formaldehyde and ethanol.

It's a hallucinogen.
Believe it or not,

there's actually
demand for this stuff.

The government's been
trying to make it harder

for the people who
cook this stuff up

to get their hands
on the ingredients,

but we just keep seeing
more and more of it.

So, what, this guy
just fried his brain?

We're never going to get him
to admit what he did.
It's okay.

I think we got enough to
pin this murder on Kripke,

whether he ever
talks again or not.

I don't know
exactly what it was

that drew your attention
to this deadbeat, but, uh,

I'm glad it happened.

At least now we got some
answers for Carl's daughter.

So, Bridgette thinks
she's being haunted

by that dead spider?

Yes, indeedy.

So, what did you
tell her?

I suggested she
talk to her teacher

and tell her that she fed
candy to the class pet.

Well, how is that
going to help?

Well, she's obviously got
a guilty conscience,

not to mention an
overactive imagination,

so I just figured if
she confessed, then...

Okay, I get that.

I mean, you've been
at this for a while.

Have you ever communed
with any dead insects?

Well, now that
you mention it,

I'm going to have to add
that to my to-do list.

MALE REPORTER (over TV):
...reports, incredible
as they seem,

are not the results
of mass hysteria.

A wave of murder,
which is sweeping

the eastern third of the nation,
is being committed by creatures

who feast upon the flesh
of their victims.

I think we have some late word
just arriving.

This is the latest disclosure
in a report

from National Civil Defense
Headquarters in Washington.

"It has been established that
persons who have recently died

have been returning to life
and committing acts of murder."

(loud hammering)

"Widespread investigation
of reports from funeral homes,

"morgues and hospitals
has concluded

"that the unburied dead
are coming back to life

and seeking human victims."

(hammering continues)

Hello?

(gasps, then sighs)

Joe.

Oh, my God.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. My name's not Joe.

It's Dale. It's Dale Cosgrove.

Don't you remember?

I saved you from
that creature

who was trying
to get in here.

You fell down,
and you hit your head.

We put you on the couch
so you could sleep it off.

But now you're up,
I could use your help.

I mean, if you're
feeling up to it.

And that creature
who attacked you--

he's got a lot of friends.

Pretty sure
they're coming back.

Hey.

I know what I'm
talking about.

My family and I
were on the interstate,

and we saw a whole bunch
of them.

I slowed down.
It was dark.

I didn't realize what
they were at first.

And before I knew
what was happening...

one of them
got my wife's door open,

and he... he pulled her
out of the truck,

and they all began biting
at her,

ripping at her flesh
with their teeth.

That's horrible.

So, we found
your house,

and... hope you don't mind
that we set up camp here.

It... it's fine with me.

It's not my house.

I-I don't know
whose house it is.

Daddy?

My daughters.

That's Abigail,
Mabel and Bella.

I'm sorry-- I didn't
catch your name.

(sighs)

I'm Allison.

I'm Allison Dubois.

Daddy, I know you told us
to stay in the basement,

but that man is getting worse.

There's a man?

What man?

Someone else is here?

We found him
on the way.

We saved him from a pack
of those things.

They were... they were
biting him and clawing at him,

so we brought him with us.

Girls, go to the kitchen.

Get him some water.

See if he'll
take a drink.

We got to board
this place up,

wait it out until the police

or the National Guard
can come get us.

I think, if we can make
it till morning...

(grunts)

...we'll be okay.
BRIDGETTE/BELLA:
They're back, Daddy!

A whole bunch of them!

You can see them
through the window!

Damn it.

We're going to need more wood.

And fast.

Look for old furniture.

Anything we can break
into more boards.

Hey.

Come on.
What are you staring at?

We have work to do.

I-I'm sorry.

I... I...
I know him.

We kind of come from
the same place.

Oh, my God.

He's not breathing.

DALE:
Hey, come on down there!

We need some wood!
Here.

Here, you take this.

I'll look for more.

(suspenseful horror movie
music plays)

(screaming)

No, no.

(whimpers,
screams)

Ow!

Yeah?

Al, what is it?
What's wrong?

(groaning)

JOE:
Oh, my God.

Mr. Dubois?

Hi... Doctor.

How's my wife?

Uh, she'll be fine.

Uh, we dressed
her wound,

but I'm not sure that's
what we should call it.

What do you mean?

Well, once we rinsed
all the blood away...

You know, her skin is...

It's raw, it's inflamed.

Uh, there's clearly bruising.

And it certainly seems
for all the world

like she's been bitten.

The only thing is,
there's no broken skin,

no teeth marks,
no actual trauma.

How's that possible?

Well, one possibility,

and the only possibility
I can think of is,

there's a phenomenon
known as psychosomatic bruising.

In very rare cases,

a patient sometimes
can injure themselves.

I don't think
that's possible in this case

'cause the bite was on the back
of her calf, so I...

Oh, the wounds wouldn't have
been caused by physical trauma.

The belief is, they're generated
by the patient's mind.

The injuries are a subconscious
physiological response

to extreme stress.

The theory is
that your emotional state

can cause your blood vessels
to engorge.

And if it's bad enough,

you could actually bleed
right through your pores.

Now, you know,
your wife did say

that she's, uh, been having
nightmares, so I thought

maybe all she needs
is a couple nights

of uninterrupted sleep.

So, here's a prescription
for sleeping pills,

and, uh, beyond that...

That doesn't make much sense.

She wants me to get moresleep?

Hey, look, I don't
know, you know?

She seemed to think
that, you know,

a night of uninterrupted
sleep was...

Wait. I don't think
she gets this.

I don't think I could survive
a night of uninterrupted sleep.

I mean, think about it.

Even if she's right, even if
I'm doing this to myself,

I'm still getting hurt.

I dream that I get hurt,
I wake up, and I'm hurt.

What if my next dream,
I dream that I break my leg,

or what if I die in my dream?

Die? You don't think that
could happen, do you?

Honey, this is crazy.

How do you not sleep?

You-you have to sleep.

It's 6:15. The girls
are gonna be up in a minute.

I was hoping
we'd get home before...

Okay, here's what
we're going to do.

I'm going to stay
awake tonight, okay?

I'll watch you sleep.

If it looks like you're
having a nightmare,

then I'll wake you up.

And if you make it till
midnight, then we'll switch.

I'll sleep for a few hours,
and-and you stay awake.

And we'll keep doing
that until morning.

And that way, between
the two of us,

we'll share a good
night's sleep.

How's that sound?

(phone ringing)

Mrs. Dubois?

Oh, hi.

Mrs. Catalano, I didn't know
you were coming by.

I didn't know
I was coming by.

The district attorney
called me late last night,

invited me to be part
of a press conference

that they're having
this morning.

Anyway, I saw you sitting
over here, and I wanted

to come over and
say thank you.

They told me that
you were the one

who figured out
who killed Daddy.

Well, not-not me by myself,

but you're very welcome.

Well, I am sure that you
hear this all the time,

but if there's anything
that I can do for you...

Oh, thank you.

Um, I'm just glad
they caught the guy.

Mm.

Ooh, my.

I'd better get going.

Thank you.

Oh, my,
what happened to your hand?

Ow.

It...it's really not that bad.

Um, actually,
I did it to myself.

Really?

When I got the call

about Dad, and they told me

that he was really
dead, I must have

just grabbed my hand and
started squeezing it.

Anything. Anything to keep
from screaming out loud,

and I guess that...

I didn't even realize
that I was doing that.

But, um...

Anyway, uh, I'd
better get going.

Again, thank you.

(school bell ringing)

I'm really sorry, Miss Colletto.

I shouldn't have given
Miss Scarlet a piece of candy,

and I should have told you
what I did.

Thanks for coming in
and telling me that, Bridgette.

That must have been
a hard thing to do.

Can you keep a secret?

See Mr. Nibbles back there?

No one else knows this,

but he's really Mr. Nibbles Two.

See, I took the first
Mr. Nibbles home with me

one weekend,
and I forgot to shut the door

to the room
where I was keeping him.

Turns out, my cat was able
to knock the top off his cage.

Long story short,
I spent most of my Sunday

driving from pet store
to pet store

looking for a Mr. Nibbles
look-alike.

(coughs)

These things happen, Bridgette.

You probably shouldn't
have given Miss Scarlet

a piece of candy,
but you can't even be sure

that that's what made her die.

(coughing)

(coughing loudly)

(wheezes, then coughs)

(quiet choking)

Bridgette, what is it?

Are you okay?

(gasps)

JOE (whispering):
She's got her sweatshirt
like that

so the tarantula can't
get into her mouth.

(sighs)

You still sore?

Yeah. no.

You know what's weird?

Why don't we talk about
what isn't weird, huh?

That would be a much shorter
conversation.

You know that man-- the one
who owned the funeral home,

the man who was killed?

His daughter came
into work today,

and she had the exact same cuts
I have.

What do you mean?

I mean, exactly the same--
the same place, same everything.

Maybe she ran into the
same zombie you did.

They were exactly the same.

That can't be
a coincidence, can it?

I don't know, Al.

And I'm happy to
keep talking about it

for as long as you
like, but keep in mind,

you're cutting into
your first sleep shift.

Remember, you got to be up
to relieve me in three hours.

Hey, if I even snore weird,
you're gonna wake me up, right?

You go to sleep.

I got it covered.

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

No! No! No!

(screaming)

No!

(screams)

(panting)

(grunting)

(sighs)

Joe, if you can hear me,
I'd really like to wake up now.

(debris clinking, thudding)

(glass breaking)

(screaming)

Joe!

(indistinct shouting)

(Allison screaming,
Joe grunting)

(Joe grunting)

(panting)

(frantic knocking)

(indistinct shouting
outside door)

(woman screaming)

ARIEL:
Let us in!

Please! Dad's hurt.

You have to let us in.

Yeah.
Can you hear me?

You have to help us!
You promised!

No, I can't!

JOE:
Please. I'm out of bullets.

For the love of God,
let us in!

No!

No. I have to protect myself.

(woman screaming)

If I let youin,
you might kill me.

I can't let myself die
in a dream!

ARIEL:
Let us in, please?

No, I can't.

(woman screaming)

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want
to die!

I don't want to die.
I don't to die.

I don't want to die.
Allison.

I don't want to... die!
Easy.

It's okay. You're awake.

You're safe.
(crying)

Hey, Al, it was just a
dream, that's all it was.

Okay? Nothing scratched
you, nothing bit you.

You're fine.

I know, you're right.

It's your turn.

MAN (on TV):
This one is nice and fresh,

but if this was all brown,
you just simply want to...

MALE ANNOUNCER:
And that's his first two.
Devon Gray, and there's...

MAN #2 (on TV):
...Harriet Banks
are the lucky winners

of this past weekend's
Super Lottery draw.

The pair came forward to claim
their $11 million prize...

(suspenseful horror movie
music plays)

Hello?

Hello?

(three gunshots)

(rapid gunshots)

(sporadic gunshots)

(distant rapid gunfire)

(panting)

(distant rapid gunfire)

(gunshot)

(panting)

MAN:
Careful. That's hot.

(steam hisses)
(shrieks)

You already know that,
don't you?

Why are you pointing that thing
at me?

I'm not one of them.

We know exactly who
you are, Barbara.

My name is not Barbara.

It's Allison.

SCANLON:
Don't bother lying.

We already found your
lab over that hill.

We know all about the concoction

you cooked up
in your tanks, Barbara.

What are you talking about?

SCANLON:
We know that everything
that happened here

last night was
your fault.

I've never seen
these things before.

(exhales)
Look.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What lab, what concoction?

You made all those
people sick, Barbara.

You poisoned them.

No, you're wrong.

You know what?

I'm glad I was the
one who found you.

No, where am I going?!

The Pentagon wants us to keep
a few of the specimens alive.

Given their
ravenous appetites,

I was worried the
creatures wouldn't make it

all the way
to Washington.
(yells)

I guess it's good we
found them a snack.

No!

Get that door.

No.

No, please!

(groaning)

(banging on door)
Let me out!

Please.

(screaming)

Let me out!

(screaming)

(gasps)

Oh.

JOE:
Hey, you never woke me.

(sighs)
I fell asleep.

And?

It was horrible.

I guess I survived it,
though.

Scanlon and Devalos
were there.

Really?

Any sign of the Tin
Man or the Scarecrow?

They kept calling me
Barbara,

and they said I was
responsible for all of it

and then they threw me
in the back of this truck,

and you were there
and the girls.

Wait a second, I thought you
said that we were all dead.

Oh.

You all ate me,
all of you feasted on me.

Well, y-you don't look
any worse for wear.

Seriously, um, wasn't this
exactly the kind of dream

that we were worried about?

I mean, if we did
actually, you know,

eat you in this dream,

it's pretty safe to
assume that you were dead

if not when the
meal started,

certainly by the
time it ended.

You're not dreaming now and
you look pretty lively to me.

I guess you're right.
Yeah.

MAN (over TV):
It's usually a series of four
treatment sessions to reduce...

What is that?

I guess I did sustain
an injury in that dream.

When I touched something hot,
it burned me.

Oh, God.

I guess if you dreamt
about being eaten alive

by the reanimated corpses
of your dead family,

and that's the only
wound you got, I guess

you could consider
yourself lucky.

(knocking)

ALLISON:
I'm sorry.

No one was in front, so I just
made my way around the back.

Oh, it's okay,
Mrs. Dubois.

What can I do for you?

I brought by your father's
personal effects.

Uh, I read in
the paper that

the viewing was tomorrow,
and I wanted to make sure

that you had everything
you needed-- his watch,

his wedding band.

Well, you're very thoughtful.

Actually,
our embalmer Steven's

on his way over
with Daddy's remains.

I was just getting...
the room ready.

You all right?

Oh, I'm sorry, it's just...

Daddy always used to say,

"Death never takes
the wise man by surprise;

he is always ready to go
or to let go."

I guess I'm not feeling
terribly wise right now.

Uh... shoot.

Do you happen
to have a pen?

If you wouldn't mind
signing this receipt

that you received your
father's personal effects...

(bell dings, steam hisses)

Could you just give me one
moment to empty the autoclave?

I was just cleaning
some instruments

for Steven.

Excuse me, what are those?

Those?

They're the embalming tanks.

They hold the fluid
the embalmer uses

to replace the blood
in the dead body.

Ethanol,
methanol,

formaldehyde.

(sizzling)
Oh!

Sorry.

Burned myself.

Bobbi?

Huh?

That wouldn't happen to be short

for Barbara, would it?

As a matter of fact, it is.

How did you know?

(dry chuckle)

(door opens)

Okay, if you have something
to tell me,

you're going to have
to figure out a way to tell me.

Miss Scarlet,

I'm serious.

Oh, eggs.

Thank you again for
coming in, Ms. Catalano.

I realize how busy you must be
during this difficult time,

so I'll get right
to the point.

There have been some
recent developments

in the investigation into
your father's murder.

We now have reason to believe
that he bit his attacker

before he died.

Really?

All right.

W-Well, forgive me,
Mr. Devalos,

but I don't see
how that really qualifies

as a new development.

I-I don't want to hear
all the gory details

about the fight between
my father and that man.

Well, that's
the thing.

That man Edgar Kripke--

he doesn't have any bite
marks anywhere on his person,

and as a result, we're
no longer convinced

he's the one who
murdered your father.

I don't understand.

He had my father's watch,
he had my father's wallet.

They had argued several times.

Edgar Kripke is an unmedicated
paranoid schizophrenic.

He argued with many people
many times.

He never hurt anyone.

Now, as for
your father's possessions,

if Kripke was the first person
to find the body,

maybe he stole them

or maybe they were planted.

Planted, really?

Well, who would have wanted
to do that, I mean, and why?

We're not entirely sure,

but now that Kripke's
guilt is in question

and because there are
no other suspects,

we are going to reopen
the investigation.

Well, if that's
what you need to do...

Typically,

we begin with the last person
who saw the victim alive

so we can rule them
out as a suspect.

In this case that
person is you.

So, if you
don't mind,

we'd like you to
submit yourself

to a brief physical
examination.

If the female officer doesn't
find any bite marks on you,

then we can refocus
our energy elsewhere.

You're joking.

I beg your pardon?

I loved my father.

I would never hurt him.

If he knew
how you were treating

a member of his family,

after everything that he has
done for this department...

Are you aware that your business
has taken out

no less
than five separate loans

from the bank
over the past few years?

Do you read the
papers, Mr. Detective?

The economy is not
what it used to be.

And yes, people
are still dying,

but their survivors are
not spending the money.

Now, what is your point?

I also called a few
of your suppliers.

If business is down,

maybe you could explain to me
why, over the past year or so,

you ordered three times
more embalming fluid

than in previous years.

Are you aware that
embalming fluid is a mixture

of ethanol, methanol,
and formaldehyde--

the ingredients
in the drug wet?

I did not know that.

We've been curious how
our local drug dealers

have been able to put
so much out on the street.

You care to venture
any theories?

I wouldn't know
where to begin.

Your father figured out
what you were doing.

He confronted you.

There was a struggle.

He bit you

on your right calf.

DEVALOS:
I, for one, appreciate
everything your father did

to help the men and women
that serve this city.

That's why, provided
you enter a guilty plea

and make a full confession,

I'm prepared to
discuss a deal

with whoever you hire
to represent you,

or if you insist on
doing it the hard way,

I'll simply have Detective
Scanlon here arrest you,

and once your calf has been
examined for a bite mark,

well, then... then
your fate will lie

in the hands
of the jury.

He asked me to meet him
at my mother's grave.

And he told me that
he knew everything.

(quavering):
He said my mama

would have been
ashamed of me.

MARIE:
Those are all eggs?

Yep.

Did you know that
a tarantula can lay

up to 2,000
eggs at a time?

They're not going

to hatch here,
are they?

No, probably not.

I called Miss Colletto
as soon as I found them,

and she says
that she's going

to take 'em
to the pet store tomorrow

and make sure
they all get good homes.

It's what Miss Scarlet
would have wanted.

(Allison cackles)

You two ready
for a little trick-or-treating?

Okay, you're a witch,
I get that, but Dad,

what are you
supposed to be?

I'm a nerd.

Ariel, honey,
we're going to see you later.

We're taking off.

ARIEL:
Hold on!

(footsteps
approaching)

Wow.

(laughs)

(laughs)

JOHNNY (over television):
It was from right over there.

Just promise me
we won't go anywhere

where we might see
someone I know.

ALLISON:
We'll try not to.

JOE:
Hey, are those my boots?

Hmm, did anyone remember
to turn off the TV?

JOHNNY:
You used to really
get scared here.

BARBARA:
Johnny.

You're still afraid.

BARBARA:
Stop it now, I mean it.

JOHNNY:
They're coming to get you,
Allison.

BARBARA:
Stop it, you're ig...

(rewinding)

They're coming
to get you, Barbara.

(turns off TV)
Yeah, that's what
I thought you said.

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