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What the hell, Jack?

Pissed on me? You did this, you bastard.

Bust down my dream with another ham.

Hey, Johnny Reds!

We're eating cake over here for dessert.

Even our rats are getting fat.

Come over here and get you some.

Y'all just eating the rats until your dead brother's laying out here in this

failed doll.

Keep their heads down.

I'm coming, Jackie boy!

You're not gonna believe it.

I got us some meat.

Jackie, smell that?

No, no.

I know where you got that meat.

I can't let you do it.

It's against all.

We're going to burn in hell for this.

Raylene, get over here.

Oh, my goodness. Up against the car.

Brad, what in the hell are you doing? Settle down. I need to ask you a few

questions.

You are such a gummy pig.

I'm just doing what I need to do to protect myself and make sure you don't

have any weapons.

Weapons? Like the one on your belt, big man?

Why are you running?

Why are you all wet?

And where are your shoes?

Is it against the law to run wet with no shoes?

All depends on what you're running from, I guess.

Maybe I'm running from you. Or maybe I'm running from the poser killer you can't

seem to catch.

You getting it?

This cop's a racist.

Where'd you get that ring?

Why are you still wearing that stupid ring?

Where's the baby, Ray?

The baby has a name. Her name is Nina.

And Nina's with Kate.

And it's none of your business anyway, Detective Buell.

She's only your business. Sunday afternoons, 12 to 4.

That's what you wanted, right?

28, 29.

First name Raylene.

He's hitting me around.

Took my shoes.

Yeah, yeah.

And your baby's daddy.

You can go.

Go on before I change my mind.

Unbelievable.

I'm barefoot in my own neighborhood.

I got the baby to sleep.

Where'd you get that ring?

I just found it out there buried in the dirt.

You know, I almost just got hit by a car.

It could be a real ruby antique.

Definitely gold.

Been up.

But I like the red stone.

Darn it, I get it.

I bet you get a lot of money at a pawn shop.

Like maybe I could go on vacation?

It just feels good on my finger.

I'll be back in a few.

Where are you going, Ray?

You know, you can't be all day. I've got work tonight. I'm Joan T. Curtis

reporting live from News 12 in Perryville. There's been a string of

homicides in Perry County, which the FBI says has been classic copycat murders

spanning nearly 150 years.

Poser killer victims are always posed in themes with props adorned as if the

victim were alive and active.

Very chilling.

Dave. Raylene.

Hello?

What's going on over there?

I saw a ghost or something in the spring.

How's my baby?

Fine. She's watching Steve right now.

What are you talking about? What spring?

In the spring?

You know, the one in the woods?

I saw a ghost or something. A spirit. I don't know what.

freaking racist, Gabe.

I came here for music, Raylene, not your politics.

Cut the crap, Raylene. Just sing.

Listen to me, honey.

There she is, just as we found her.

She doesn't even look dead, does she?

Is there anyone else around?

Look at the way she's set up. It's got to be that poser killer making her look

like she's driving.

It's horrifying, sir. I mean, that poser killer has got to be stopped.

your mangy carcass. How about a taste of this?

And quit hitting them like that.

Come on.

Move it.

Come on.

How about a taste of this? Quit hitting them like that. Don't make things worse.

This old pegwitch is infuriating at times.

Nevertheless, you mind your manners. Now potty mouth.

You gave me such a fright.

I barely even recognized you in that getup.

This old beast here refuses to give us quarter.

Too big for his britches, I suppose.

Oh, yeah.

You're gonna get yours now, you old cuss.

you're hungry, you'll do it.

Fedora wants these two Butch and Cube as soon as we can.

Tonight, maybe.

For a big sausage man.

And we need to get rid of that Cassandra girl.

She's getting too old. She's not drawing the gents like she used to do.

You are a gal sneaker for sure.

I am proud to have you as my friend.

You could take her for your own for a while.

But don't leave any marks.

Look at that Provost Marshall sniffing around.

Well, maybe you can put some of them dead berries in her teeth.

Hey, how's that sweet, tasty little Lacey girl doing?

I'm gonna get me a pinch of that.

Don't you go and get any ideas for yourself.

Them octoroons ain't for you, Bo.

If I catch you doing other, I will cut your jangling Johnny off and put it in

inventory.

I ain't messing.

I'm here to speak with the Major.

From the Buell's place, ain't you?

Why don't you see what you got underneath that dress? Maybe I'll go

take you to see the Major.

Lieutenant!

What in the hell do you think you're doing?

Get this woman up!

Get her up!

You get your ass back to your post. I'll deal with you later.

Miss, I am truly so sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

It is Lacey, right?

I saw Jonas Fuel kill a woman.

That is a very serious charge, ma'am. I didn't see him kill her, but I was

around the corner and I saw him cutting on her body and he left her in the

street.

Lieutenant!

It's her.

Any reports of any murders last night?

No, sir. Quiet last night.

Well,

maybe it hasn't happened yet.

I know it sounds crazy, but... Sorry. I guess I'm hungry.

Doesn't it bother you?

What do you mean? I'm not really sure what you're getting at, but I'm just a

glorified policeman in the middle of nowhere, so nothing bothers me.

You know, they're just jealous.

The lady, they wish for your figure, and the gent, they just wish.

Major, that is the most interesting ring.

I can tell you about the ring.

At Perryville, the dead and dying of both arms were blended in.

Inextricable confusion.

Hey, Bluebelly, you hearin' me?

What you want, Rev? Cut this right now!

Think you're gonna starve us out, eh?

What you talkin' about?

We ain't real hungry at the present.

When this fight's over, we're gonna eat y'all up.

What'd you say?

I says, we're gonna... I'm going to cook you up and feast on your carcasses when

we finish you.

You, sir, are a liar and a coward.

And I'm going to shoot you right in your tracks the moment I see your face, you

cannibal dog.

Let's lay into them, boys.

clusters, dead rebels, layers on layers.

Three advances take our earthworks.

You know, I was sorry the second I did it.

I shouldn't have done it.

He's my friend.

He died for me.

You are treacherous, Lee.

Everybody wants my ring.

Who'd you steal this from?

You're gonna give me that ring.

Lacey, are you in there?

Why is this door locked?

We don't have any locked doors in this house.

You need to get your little ass dressed and downstairs.

We have a job to take care of.

Our little Tina wants to leave the comfort of our family and head off on

her own.

I guess she's forgotten the royal treatment she's received while living

under the Buell family crest.

Hold her down.

I didn't do anything.

No! No!

No, please!

Please! Please! Please! Please! Let go of my arm! Please!

Please! No!

I didn't try to leave!

No!

Yes, you... No, I didn't!

There you go.

Isn't that nice?

You're going to look like a little boy.

They're going to call you Peckerwood.

If you run off again, it's going to be more than your hair that I cut off.

You'll always be my property while you're breathing on this earth.

I don't care what old Abe or any other carpet-bagging Republican says.

Major, please keep your seat.

Sorry to keep you waiting, but you know what they say.

Pleasure before business.

This is my stepson, Jonas Buell.

He's the proprietor of the Buell Meat Company.

The master of the house is out on business.

Damn great to meet you, Major.

You have a lovely home, madam.

Thank you.

The tea was just fine.

Okay. Well, just what is your business here?

I'm the new provost marshal for this part of the state.

Yes, we heard.

It seems we do not have a copy of your loyalty oath to our union on file.

Major, you can... Stepmother, we need not sign an oath to our American

Constitution.

We've always held our Constitution in high regard.

But this republicanized 13th Amendment, we can't go with it, it's hard to say.

I suspect most of the girls here were.

Your property at one time.

Slavery is gone forever.

And I'm here to ensure reunification of all its laws.

If former slave owners are not, there will be severe penalties for abuse of

anyone, especially ex-slaves. Well, look around.

None of our girls are mistreated. They're free to leave whenever they

want. They seem well-fed, I'll give you that.

The war is over, and you are no longer masters of brothel slaves.

If you hurt, whip.

or kill any ex-slave, you will be convicted just as if it were a white

lady. It's a hanging offense.

Feel free to visit us again soon.

Now, we don't normally let carpet-bagging Yankees defile our girls,

but I'd make an exception in your case.

That is, if you like girls.

Ma'am.

She'd come over for dinner sometime.

Our Sarah makes a fabulous roast.

After you get what you want, you don't want it.

If I gave you the moon, you'd grow tired of it soon.

You're like a baby. You want what you want when you want

it. But after you are presented with

what you want, you're discontent.

You're always wishing and wanting for something.

When you get what you want, you don't want what you get.

You are a fascinating creature.

I don't see what you see in my father.

Why, Jonas, lest you forget, your father bought me and Sister Sonnet Fair and

Square to do as he pleased.

Maybe I could buy you.

Why, Jonas, you are a lady killer for sure.

But by me, I'm no longer for sale.

And even if I were, you couldn't afford it.

My daddy's not going to be around forever, you know.

Ha! He's healthy as a horse. He could be master of this house another 40 years.

Hmm.

Maybe.

Why, Jonas, I think you got me in the mood to come and wash your socks.

It's been over a week since you washed my socks. When exactly is that going to

be?

Um, now, Jonas, it's time you get to work.

We're low on meat, you and your old daddy.

I swear, I have to do everything around here myself.

Use this.

What is this?

I had a special mate in Paris just for myself.

Anyway, it's new and I need it broke in.

I just do as I say.

It's like a hen pecking mother.

Jonas, you say the darnedest thing.

But you better keep your ears out of this little sis, or I'll be hunting you

next.

Gotta rump on you.

Mama,

what's a lady killer?

It just means a man who keeps his family fed is all.

Well, why do you want to wash this dog?

Excuse

me,

sir.

You dropped something.

Why, how truly kind of you.

What a blessing you are.

Hmm.

How could I ever repay you?

Hmm?

Well, I think I have something right here.

And mine?

That's right.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning.

Sorry.

Couldn't possibly be nicer.

Lacey, are you hungry?

Always willing to pass up a good piece of meat.

They know it's nothing anymore.

Look here, child.

I'm a mulatto.

My mammy was a slave from full-blood Africa.

My daddy was her white master.

I'm half and half.

Miss Fedora, she's quadruple.

Babes only have one-fourth African blood and all the rest white.

But they still slave.

Master Bill bought Miss Fedora about 15-year-old now up into St. Louis.

Bought her off down here and married like she was a real white girl.

I sure wish I had your perky little titties, Maylie.

Master hung a bunch of diamonds around her neck.

Gave her a silky jacket.

She don't like nobody knowing she was one place.

That's why she's so mean to you and Tina.

You being more white than her and all.

Enough of all this yapping.

Go to the cell and get me that big piece of meat.

Can you determine the cause of death?

Cause of death?

Well, someone cut her to pieces for the large chunk of meat from her rump.

And I suspect he's eating it right now as we speak.

He knows it started happening until you all came around.

Lieutenant, lift that dress.

Put it away.

Who set her up like she was knitting?

I've seen terrible things in the war.

Gray-bellied dogs eating each other.

I've never known a Union boy take to eating the flesh of another man before.

I can understand as to what drives a body to do such a thing.

But here?

A place like this?

It's just more than I can sip.

Just remember your place, little girl. I can kill you as quick as a cat sucks the

breath out of a baby whenever I please.

She'll be watching your every move now that you've been caught with Master

Buell. He took a liking to you.

He chased this one and that one. He'll be after them all the time. And then

that's when the girls get sick or fall down the stairs or eat poison berries.

It's best, if he comes a-callin', that you just let him have his way.

It only lasts for a few seconds, anyhow.

A little more comfortable to hold the hose.

Tilt your head up there. There you go.

Look straight in the lens.

Apple, hold the hose.

Very good.

All right.

Hold on.

Hold. That's good. Hold it right there.

That's it. Hold on.

Very good.

Who is this tender, young thing you have here?

Meet Miss Luciana Longtrude.

She came to our doorstep selling apples.

Oh. Well, my dear, if you'll just follow me back to the kitchen, I'll pick out

five apples so I can make the master of the house something sweet for dessert.

Come on. I'm going to fix you up.

You know, Tina, you remind me of why friends are so important in life.

I mean, I really admire how you always swing like you didn't care.

Never worry about how you look or what others think of you.

I'd give anything for that.

I always considered you a friend.

Or even a daughter.

I really did.

Well. Till you turned on me like a rat.

And as much as I admire your independent spirit, I just can't reason

why you would go and tear out my charitable heart.

Now you go on. Clean all this stuff. Get those rags out to the ash pit.

Then get all this sausage for Sarah to get prepared.

Take those goddamned apples upstairs.

I'm making a pie.

Jonah!

That you?

You want to see me? That mother.

Have a seat.

What have you been doing?

Hunting.

Working.

Where's your daddy?

He ran off to Springfield.

He said he don't run for governor or something.

You don't know his head from a hole in the ground.

You see what got wrote in the paper today?

What? November 2nd, 1870, a shadow of dread has fallen over Perry County,

where a fiend stalks the night, leaving behind a trail of death staged in

macabre displays, victims arranged in grotesque, lifelike poses.

Dubbed the poser-tiller by this writer.

The horror began in September when Miss Eliza Thornton, a schoolteacher, was

found in an alley posed as if reading a book, her hands clutching a volume of

poetry, her eyes fixed in a vacant stare.

A single candle burned beside her, though she had been dead for hours. Her

neck bruised from the strangulation with her left buttock missing.

Provost Marshall, Major Gould.

Vows to bring the poser killer to justice.

He's toying with us, making a mockery of life itself, Gould declared.

Nightly patrols have doubled, yet the killer or killers remain at large. Their

motives as mysterious as his macabre displays, I suspect cannibalism.

Maybe you ought to stop posing your quarries.

You may lay low for a bit.

Well, at least I don't dress up in my daddy's old rebel uniform stabbing girls

with swords.

Well, I wasn't able to fight in the war because of my ailment.

You and your ailment.

We all got our druthers.

I suppose we do.

I suppose we do.

And Nina's with Kate.

And it's none of your business anyway, Detective Buell.

She's only your business.

Sunday afternoons, 12 to 4.

Here is a listing of all of the slave holdings of the Buell family.

I'm getting ready to close. Did you need anything copied?

No.

No, thanks.

You scared me.

Sorry.

What's going on here, girl?

I don't know. I travel through time.

I can't hear you. Speak up.

It's the ring.

It's magic.

That's a fine-looking ring.

You're going to give me that ring.

And then we're going to dance.

Fine little thing.

You want to eat some dirt?

You want to eat some mud?

Give me that ring.

Give me that ring, Lacey.

You get off of her, Master Jonas. I swear I'll blow your head to Sunday.

Well, I hear you, Violet.

But I'm just helping this pretty young lady.

She said she has a ring that can travel to the future from our spring.

I don't care what she says.

You're going to leave her be.

Well, that is a pretty ring.

Where'd you find it, anyway?

You mind your business.

That's her property.

Now, you're going to go on unless you want to tell Provost Marshall about all

this. All right, I'm going by.

But you're going to owe me for that rifle.

Sure as I'm standing here, I'm gonna get mine.

And you won't see me coming.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Lacey girl, are you all right?

That sure is a pretty ring.

What?

Let's get you out of those wet rags.

You can wear my kit.

Where'd you get this ring?

Who's in here?

Leave me alone.

What's going on?

Stay away past your people.

Don't hit me.

I'm cutting through the park now.

Come on, child. You're shivering. Let's put this on you and... No!

Is that a hammer?

Do you want me to pull it out?

Oh my god!

Hello?

Gabriel? Yeah, I believe he's in the garage.

Gabriel! Phone!

Gabriel!

I don't know where he is.

Can I have him call you?

She's always fighting Gabriel.

That auto collection we got in our back garden.

So?

That's how it went down, right?

Look, there she is right there.

Raylene, don't you go anywhere.

We need to talk.

I'm not going anywhere but home.

Dude, let me ask the questions, okay?

You know she's eggs.

She's eggs, okay?

Yesterday morning, I saw you running down the road as I was headed to a

murder site.

Do you really think I killed someone over some junk car?

Well, did you?

I'm not going anywhere with you two. I'll answer any questions you have right

here. I have to pick up Nina soon.

Turn around right now.

Is this bullshit, Chad?

Too tight.

Shit! Loosen him a bit, Ben. I have a whole finger in it.

It's too tight.

Raylene, you know the drill. We have to cuff you to ride in the car.

You'll be more comfortable at the station. No.

I'm not going anywhere with you bastards.

Calm down, Raylene.

I should have never shown her how to get out of handcuffs. I need to get after

her. Come on.

Come on, Rayleigh.

This shit's getting old.

I just want to talk to you.

We're not going to hurt you.

We're the good guys.

All right.

Let's split up. You head upstream.

We'll meet back here in 30 mics.

All right, but I'm not doing this shit all night.

30 mics.

30 mics.

It was just like you said.

There was a man, a man attacked me and I'm, I'm sure I killed him.

And there was wagons without horses and flying carriages and, but

Miss Sleazy, I, I'm, I'm sorry.

Magenta? Wetter, please.

I said wetter, not wetter.

Dummy.

Nancy, please open up.

Hello? Please let me in.

What for? I need to talk to you, please.

What for?

Let me in.

I need your help.

I don't know what you want me to do.

I just need you to help me get out of here.

Please.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

What do you want?

Take that hat off in the house of God.

Who are you?

My name is Lacey.

And this is Tina.

And she's being mistreated.

Can you help us?

Of course I can.

Come on.

You go on, get out of here.

Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect.

Not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are

harsh.

Peter 2, 18.

That's a fitting verse, Pastor.

Thank you, Pastor Evans. I can handle it from here.

Get on up from there, girl.

May God have mercy on your soul, child.

Oh, and Pastor Evans, I almost forgot.

Jackson wanted me to tell you that our Sarah's going to bring you something

real special this evening.

He knows you like a good rose.

I think we need something special for dinner tonight.

What do you think, Tina?

Tina.

Why did you have to go and ruin things with the mythos?

You had it made in the shade, and now I have to clean up this myth.

Slaves, submit to your masters.

Someday the world will be divided into two classes.

People considered worthy of having their photograph made, and a much larger one

made up of all the people eager to make them.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come.

But when this flesh and heart fail, my mortal life shall cease.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now I'm found.

Was blind, but now I see.

But he who brought me here to know will be forever mine.

That was beautiful, my dear. Now I'd like to offer a toast in memory of our

dear departed Tina.

I know it's hard to understand when a beautiful young woman like Tina passes

on.

She was a very good girl, and I know we all will miss her smile.

To Tina.

To Tina!

You are the most socially inept creature on God's green earth.

Clean it up and go wash yourself in the spring.

Let's have dinner.

May I take my leave?

I'm not feeling well.

You've had a very busy day.

She's been sick for more than a week.

And did you see the ring on her finger?

Where'd she get it?

Adora.

Well? Just another mouth to feed if she's not bringing in.

What?

Miss Fedora, I'm here for my stipend.

You want to get paid.

I haven't been paid for you running off.

The provost man says I'm not property anymore.

You two Yankee turds, what the provost man says.

You are my property and you always will be.

You got a lot of damn gold prancing in here begging for money.

Bo will be visiting shortly to collect my stipends for you running off.

Now crawl on out of here.

Get.

Go on, little doggie.

Mama, why is it that Uncle Bo can't talk?

That's simple, darling.

When your Uncle Bo was a boy, about your age, he'd talk to two of the girls and

go and run off with them.

And your mean old Master Pappy took his dagger and cut up his tongue.

Oh, you go on and play.

Your Uncle Bo and I need words.

Bo, I want it done tonight.

I want you to tell old Jackson something went wrong down at the spring.

You're going to make it look like he took a spill down and drowned.

We'll all say he drowned.

Then you're going to get old Jonas with his wagon and he'll pick up Cassandra

before she turns.

We'll use the same box for old Jackson.

Bury him down by the chicken coop.

What can I do for you, Lily?

You're going to play buttons with me.

All you got to do is put the big coin on the edge of the little button and press

down hard.

Whoever gets all the buttons in the box first wins.

See, isn't it simply delicious?

Father says I should patent the game and make a gazillion dollars.

Hey, Lily, I have a question.

What kind of question?

Mother says I shouldn't be friends with the help.

Oh, well, not that kind of question. I was just wondering what kind of stuff

your mother keeps in that book of hers.

That's Mother's book. I'm not allowed.

Well, you know, I was thinking with the world.

starving and all from the war, why we have so much meat and sausage.

Mother says chicken and grains are bad for your health.

I didn't speak to Lacey.

Master Buell was out with Uncle Bo.

You painted your eye.

I fell on the stairs.

Get your wrist caught in the banister, too.

Lacey!

Lacey!

Gold, why are you yelling in my home? I need you to speak to Lacey.

Well, you can't just holler and expect them to come running. They ain't slaves

anymore. You're gonna get me the girl, or I'm gonna have you shot for impeding

justice. Well, aren't you a gallant bunch of ratbag Yankees.

Violet, go fetch Lacey.

You better have a damn good reason for all this, Gould, or I'm gonna bring this

up with your superior.

I am the superior here.

Lieutenant! Clap that girl an iron.

What? What are you talking about? Hey!

Let me go!

Gould! What are you doing?

Gould!

What happened to this girl?

Major Gould, we are in mourning now. You need to leave.

I'll tell you what happened to this girl. She was just fine yesterday.

Poor Cassandra was stricken with the double hiccups late last night. There

was nothing we could do. She died of the double hiccups.

Lieutenant.

Major.

Check that girl's body for foul play.

Woods. Greenwell.

Get in here.

Strip the body.

Huh? Remove the clothes, Corporal.

Lift the skirt.

Show me your back. Show us the back.

Dammit, shut up.

What the hell's wrong with you, Gould?

You really are dead.

disgusting pig.

How dare you? My Jackson was awarded that sword for gallantry by Jeff Davis

himself.

Lieutenant, if she gives you any trouble at all, shoot her.

I also want a doctor in here and I want a full report as to how this girl died.

And you, Mr. Doris, I want names and records of all the girls that worked

here the past two years.

White one came up dead last night.

Her body was cut just the way you described.

White girl in a big yellow dress.

The only way you could have known about this was to be there last night.

He cut most of her ass away and served it to the others as a roast.

Jonas Buell is killing and eating white ladies.

And he's destined to kill a lot more unless you stop him.

Oh, my God, Gould.

I'm beginning to really like you.

Major, you're a man after all.

It's a potent aphrodisiac, isn't it?

Having power over another?

Mrs. Beale, you put that pistol down right now.

Lieutenant! Sergeant!

They can't hear you.

What have you done?

I'm going to turn you over to the constable for raping my girl. We did it

consensually. You shut your damn mouth, you uppity whore.

I swear you off the room.

Ain't none of you worth a cost.

Get on home.

Bo, unshackle this whore and put those irons on Major.

All right.

Go on.

Let's go.

I'll be fine.

You go on now, Bo. I can handle this from here.

What have you done to my man?

I pledged myself to righteous treatment of the slaves.

But you regard me with only suspicion and now sedition of one of my girls.

Mrs. Beale, you are a mad woman.

And you're in a hang for this if you don't put that pistol down right now and

set me free.

You ain't going anywhere, you janky dirtbag.

up near your face.

I had to put Gould down today.

I should have had Bo wear his carpet-bagging, Yankee-ass wicker first

like a split-tail whore.

They're just gonna send someone else, you know.

Yeah, and we'll just have to kill another.

And another, and since the subjects from under the sheets...

I think it's time we do away with Jackson once and for all.

You want me to kill my own daddy?

Right there.

That's where they say they go down. They go down right there with the ring and

they disappear.

I know because Violet went and she said she saw all kinds of things.

Flying things with men in them and things that it just... She couldn't

describe them.

Big, scary things.

She did, did she?

Yeah.

I'd steer clear of that Lacey girl if I were you, Violet.

She's been acting strange lately.

But not like Cassandra.

I always liked her.

She just wasn't drawing the gents anymore.

What you need is a gimmick.

Find yourself something the gents will go for.

Something exotic, like Maylee with that sword dancing nonsense of hers. You have

to put out...

And bring in.

Unless you want to end up like poor Cassandra here.

So I'm awake, Miss Fedora.

Where'd you get all the yellow hair?

Every time one of you octoroons runs off, old Sarah weaves me a new one.

Lucky for you, all you got was a beating, and I didn't shear yours off.

Go on.

Get...

Where is it?

Where is it?

How dare you go in my room?

Where? I didn't do it, I didn't. Shut up!

Remind your own damn business, lest I tear your ass in.

Get down upstairs.

Get your ass over here. Why did you shoot my journal?

What were you doing with it? Were you reading it? Were you going to show it to

the law?

Where did you get that ring?

I see it.

I'm beating around the bush with you.

You're gonna give me that damn ring and you're gonna tell me how it works.

You'll never get it.

I'm going to the future.

I'm Fedora Buell.

Well, you need to drag your ass back to wherever you came from.

I'm gonna kill you!

Don't. Stop.

Just stop.

What are you doing out here?

I'm looking for you.

What did you do to that girl?

You're that poser killer.

You killed that girl over there in the gully. What the hell are you talking

about? Girl over there in the gully. You killed her, didn't you?

You're the poser killer.

You're the poser killer. Oh, my God.

Kate, you need to meet me at Mary Jane's right now.

Kate!

Kate!

They took the baby to child services.

Mama's trying to get her back, but they said you killed him.

No, I did not kill that Gabriel guy.

I didn't like him, but I didn't kill him.

I think Chad has something to do with all these murders.

I think it's got something to do with this ring and the spring by the

plantation ruins.

I just saw Chad with a dead girl by the spring, and I'm pretty sure

he's going to try to pin that on me too.

I think you are losing your mind. If you don't do something quick, you're going

to lose that baby. I just need time to figure out what to do.

Look, maybe just take me to an ATM machine.

Helen, it was stolen. You were just going to report it.

Yeah, flavor lies in fat.

But one should choose a leaner rump roast.

For the waistline, of course.

Samuel, if you don't mind me asking...

Did you obtain any information on your brother's demise?

Ah.

You came for violence.

Well... Gabriel

did have a taste for both.

But he got the receiving end of a murderer's hammer.

The police say that some gal across the way came for revenge.

What actually happened?

We'll never know.

We should find her and eat her ass.

Here, here, fresh meat.

Oh, this is hardly a suitable dinner conversation.

How about some brandy in the parlor?

Before my great-great-great-granddaddy Jacksonville here.

Became the governor of this fine state of Missouri.

He was a slaveholder, brothel owner, Civil War hero, and a pioneer of early

photography.

He was quite a guy.

Most folks don't know this, that after the war, he actually invented

photographic collage.

Cutting, ripping, tearing, gluing.

creating something new and beautiful.

That's just too much of everything anymore to take notice of individual

greatness. But I, for one, am still enthralled with the process of cutting,

ripping, destroying something, creating something new and beautiful.

Jackie Buell made these collages over 150 years ago.

And they're perfectly suited for the finest art galleries anywhere.

Yeah, and under here is watercolor.

Now, this is by Fedora.

And you can see she's right up there on the wall. That's Jackson Buell's wife.

And Jonah, her son.

Boy, Samuel, this man here looks just like you.

Well, that's Jonas. He was a talent butcher.

When the brothel burned down in 1905, these prints were all that remained.

They were stored in the cellar and the fire couldn't get to them.

We played there in the spring.

That's right.

That's right.

Jackson Buell's Mansion and Brothel. It's just a stone's throw from here.

They are extremely erotic.

Almost grotesque.

What some people find sensual and beautiful, other people...

They find obscene.

Samuel, you certainly have a flair for the theatrical.

To the flesh.

To the flesh.

I'm Joan T. Curtis from News 12. The Polar Killer strikes again.

The First Department is issuing an urgent warning to residents tonight.

Keep your doors locked and check on your neighbors.

Authorities are searching for a person of interest, Raylene Bassett, 28, who is

considered armed and dangerous.

We gotta go.

Oh my god. Chad?

Raylene, what did you do?

Put your shoes on.

She's bleeding all over the place.

He's that poser killer.

He was going to kill you and put you in some freaky ass hole and kill you. Now

you need to get up. We got to get out of here.

Back to

you, Joan.

This hour is brought to you by Mary Jane Burgers and Brew in Perryville. You just

can't beat their burgers. Have a great day.

Ray, we gotta call the cops and tell them about Chad.

No, are you crazy?

They'd never take our word over his.

He's the sheriff.

Well, I can't just be some fugitive, right?

I've got a job and a house payment.

Well, Katie, he knows you know now, so you ain't got shit.

Can I help you, miss?

I'm Raylene's sister, Kate.

You know, we live next door.

Raylene?

She didn't kill your brother.

But we know who did, and we need your help to catch him.

Isn't that what the police are for?

The police are in on it.

Well, Gabriel's dead. He's not coming back.

I guess it won't hurt to listen.

You can come out of those bushes now, Raylene.

It's just about to have dinner. I've got plenty.

Come on in.

He would have surely killed me hadn't Raylene been there to save me.

That sounds awful.

Awful. Here, Raylene, have another piece of pizza.

Some meat on those bones.

Are you body shaming me?

No.

So let's just enjoy our dinner.

We'll get up in the morning, I'll drive you to Jeff City, introduce you to my

attorney general friend.

He'll get this fell straightened out for you.

Okay. Does that sound good?

Yeah, thank you.

Raven, I haven't noticed this before, but this is crazy.

Can I show you something?

Okay. Come to the den.

I'll be damned.

You look just like her.

That is my great, great...

Great-grandmother Fedora Buell and her son Jonas.

Maybe we're related.

No, I don't think so.

If you get hungry, help yourself to the kitchen.

Good night.

What are we going to do?

Well, right now, we need to get some sleep, Katie.

Ray?

That picture really freaked me out.

Tell me about it.

I think everybody in this town's related.

Hey, Katie?

Thank you.

Hey you down here

Anyone down there

How did you get this book?

Oh, that book?

That's been handed down to my family for generations.

Now, I admit, I am not near the art that my great-great-great-grandfather is,

but, you know, back in the day, Buells never stooped to eat colored girls,

but, see, for me, I find white girls a little too stringy.

I like them, Nick.

What did you do to my sister?

Kate? She's right around the corner.

Have a look.

Ride is ready.

Kate, are you down here?

What do you do, my sister?

She put up quite the fight.

Damn near bit my finger off.

Samuel,

you down here?

Chad? Shut your mouth.

Dad.

What a pleasant surprise.

I thought they had laws against unlawful entry by police.

I heard all the yelling. I thought you were in trouble.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

What happened to your head?

What happened to your head?

You seen Raylene?

Guess I have. I've been cussing this whole furnace.

We used to have an old boiler like that when I was a kid. Maybe I could be of

some help.

Yeah, we might want to holster this thing.

She's here, isn't she?

She has a gun.

All right, let me see it right here.

Wake up, sweetie.

We're going on a field trip.

So, if a person wanted to kidnap a woman,

take her into his home, chain her to the basement

wall, and when his heart desires, ravage her with

unspeakable laugh.

And then eat her for dinner.

Is he a criminal?

Is he just following what nature is?

Alright, alright, alright. I'll loosen him up. I'll loosen him up.

I'm sorry that you can't stay for dinner.

But I need the police to find the killer.

To take the heat off me.

But I was looking forward to that romp of yours.

But, I guess your sister will have to do.

I figure if they find you floating in the spring, they'll think it's one of

those unsolved mysteries.

But, I don't know, you and Chad and your sister were up to something.

I don't think you fully realize the inconvenience you've been to me.

I mean, let alone killing poor old Gabriel.

I just can't run.

Closed in.

Material,

digital, digital.

Minimal.

Long delivery.

Optical methods.

That's very addictive.

Forensic invasion.

Hello, Samuel.

I am Spring.

What shall we kill first?

You're going to be perfect.

I think the question is who, not what.

I say we initiate a test kill.

Yes, Samuel. A test kill would be appropriate.

Samuel. I have the perfect victim number one, a real estate developer whose data

footprint matches your private criteria. I will generate the protocols and

procedures now. Please wait.

Do it.

Exact time windows are as follows.

Create a poison formula that mimics a heart attack.

Create a detailed schedule of victim one's daily routine.

Create a drone delivery route using VictimOne's own smart home hub.

Disengage all security and home video capture in a one-mile radius of

VictimOne's home.

Create and practice a drug administration procedure by Samuel.

Create the escape route to avoid cameras outside the one-mile deep, dark radius.

Fabricate and propagate alibi posts using deep fake voice clones of Samuel.

Leave Samuel's cell device at alibi location during the operation.

You're going to be perfect.

Thank you, Samuel. I think we are going to be perfect together.

make you blue but you need a talking to like a lot of

people i know here's what's wrong with you

And when you get what you want, you don't want what you got. I know you'll

grow tired of me soon.

You'll need to move it some by noon.

Cause after you eat what you want, you don't want what you've eaten at all.

You're just a cannibal