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♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Won't say the world ain't crazy ♪

♪ Won't tell ya it
ain't filled with lies ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ You say I'm dumb and lazy ♪

♪ But you won't look into my eyes ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Tell your friends that I betrayed you ♪

♪ Curse my rotten soul to goddamn hell ♪

♪ But you know I out played you ♪

♪ And I know you don't know me well ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ You don't know me well ♪

♪ All the troubles that I'm chasing ♪

- Morning Professor McCallum.

- Hey Walter.

Where's father Ramirez?

- I got him trapped inside

until the church gives me a raise.

- So, he's in there forever.

♪ Lord I've been deceived ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ I'm on my knees and crying ♪

♪ Open up your arms and take me in ♪

- Morning Dean.

You didn't happen to pass
by the market, did you?

- And they were giving away scratchers.

- Hey!

- [McCallum] You put too
much faith in gambling.

- Lottery ain't gambling.

It's just throwing a little money away

till they throw a whole bunch back at you.

- Yeah, that makes sense.

♪ You don't know me well ♪

♪No redemption that I'm facing ♪

♪ Lord I've been deceived ♪

♪ You don't know me well ♪

♪ All the troubles that I'm chasing ♪

♪ You don't know me well ♪

♪ All the sins that I've received ♪

♪ You don't know me well ♪

♪ No redemption that I'm facing ♪

♪ Lord I've been deceived ♪

♪ Woo woo woo ♪

♪ Lord I've been deceived ♪

(song fades out)

(melancholy music)

- [Heather Voiceover]
What if the very existence

of a random act was proof
it was part of a pattern?

Everything a missing piece to a puzzle

we have not stood back far enough

to recognize for what it is.

(melancholy music)

- So, in 2008, was that your
first trip outside the country?

- Yeah.

I think I was about 9 or 10

when I saw a film about pandas

and after that I always
dreamed of going to China.

My boyfriend and I had planned a trip

with some of our friends
for after graduation,

but we broke up before that.

My other friends insisted
that we go anyway,

go early,

to cheer me up.

We were in the eastern
Sichuan Province near Chengdu.

May 12th,

officially 2:28 in the afternoon.

Not that I knew that at the time.

It was a 7.9.

69,000 died, 375,000 injured.

They say over a million
dwellings collapsed.

A mountain came down
and swallowed a train.

Cody was yelling for Caitlin and I

to get back to the bikes
but we didn't make it.

Three trees collapsed around me,

which formed the pocket
where I was buried.

I couldn't feel my legs
at all, or move them.

I remember crying but I,

I never made any sound.

Maybe I just couldn't hear.

I had no idea how much
stuff was on top of me.

- And, how long until they found you?

- 56 hours.

I was in hospitals over
there, then over here,

for 11 months.

I left with two severe surgical scars

and a demoralizing sense that I

had inherited some new responsibility,

the exact nature of which I was ignorant.

- And neither of your companions survived?

- No.

They were part of that 69,000.

- You were very very fortunate.

- How so?

Was I fortunate that
my boyfriend dumped me

so that I could be dragged to China

in time not to miss the earthquake?

You can't even say

that it was fortunate
for him that he dumped me

because if we hadn't broken up,

then we wouldn't have gotten there

until after the earthquake so,

so was it his fault that my friends died?

When was my fate sealed?

- Well, what do you think?

[Song On Jukebox]

♪ Bones make a harrowing tale to shake ♪

♪ And I've seen yours
and you've seen mine ♪

- [Diana] I was getting worried.

- I had one of those emergencies.

I had to meet with some parents.

- Let me guess, the Belgian boy

whose name you can't tell me.

- It's nothing personal.

When you teach special
ed or special needs,

the state won't allow you to
disclose student information.

No exceptions.

I didn't make up the rules.

- Can you at least use code names then?

Like Burt.

Burt the Belgian boy.

So who'd he bite this time?

Who'd Burt bite?

- I think that was just a one time thing,

that happened more than once.

- I don't know where
you find the patience.

- Special ed isn't easy

but at least with them I win every game.

- So teaching the handicapped
is good for your ego?

- It's not.

Really.

Most of them can still
draw better than me.

What was that guy you were
sitting next to talking about?

- I don't know but he
wouldn't leave me alone.

(Heather laughs)

Oh shit, I didn't tell
you, I ran into Marilee,

guess who wants to haul our asses out

to Boston for New Years?

- I have no idea what I'm gonna be doing

at the end of the year yet.

- [Diana] Hey, what's on your car?

- [Heather] What is that?

- That is the textbook
definition of creepy.

- Must be my lucky day.

(hammer hitting asphalt
rhythmically)

(car starting)

(mysterious music)

- [Heather] The flowers are beautiful.

- [Abel] Happy birthday angel.

- Thank you daddy.

I'm gonna keep them up here
so you can enjoy them too.

Wasn't a surprise
though, you never forget.

- Can't be certain.

My mind could go any day now.

- Never.

You'll be spouting words of
wisdom long after your funeral.

- Hopefully that doesn't
disturb people too much.

- That's why I changed my mind

about burying you in the garden.

- Did you tell me if you
have birthday plans tonight?

- No, I didn't, and no I don't.

You're stuck with me all day.

- Sucks to be you.

(tense mystical music)

(odd sound upstairs)

(tense mystical music)

(unfamiliar sound from kitchen)

(Heather gasping)

- Jesus.

How the hell did you get in here?

- You let me in.

(ominous music)

- Please, my father's
upstairs, he's a very sick man.

- Why should that make any difference?

(pensive music)

(children playing)

(plastic rustling)

(crows cawing)

(shovel slamming)

(mysterious music)

(low growling)

(muted animal sounds)

(intense music)

(freakish screaming)

- [Lamb] So guess what I
dreamt about last night.

- Okay, we'll play that game,

but then we've got to talk
about Peggy and Marleen.

- Why?

What are they going through now?

- In a minute, first
I'm guessing your dream.

All right, did it involve flying burritos?

Some rubberized banana monster?

- Holden Parks.

I dreamt about Holden Parks.

I can't remember the last
time I even thought about him.

- I'm surprised you don't
dream about that more often.

I would.

(traffic sounds)

[Christine] Do you ever
go out there anymore?

To Cutter's Grove?

- [Lamb] Not since then.

I used to love that place as a kid.

It's a shame,

it only takes one memory

to fuck everything up.

(phone vibrating)

Detective Lamb, go ahead, what do we got?

(solemn medieval style hymn with choral)

Well, the day's off to a good start.

What?

No jokes today?

- Not this time.

- Hey, we've seen it all.

- Maybe now we have.

(low dark music)

- You guys do this?

- No.

(low dark music)

- Holy shit.

- I know, right?

Just when you thought people
couldn't get any sicker.

- Am I looking at what
I think I'm looking at?

- I'm afraid so.

Victim number one is a female,
my guess mid to late 20's.

Can't tell yet whether
she was killed before

or as a result of the, for
lack of a better word, surgery.

Victim number two's head
has been implanted into,

enveloped by, anyway,
merged with her uterus.

Kind of a reverse birth
thing, I'd speculate.

Victim number two is an aged
adult male, 60's, 70's maybe.

Been dead a couple hours.

We haven't recovered the male's body yet,

but I'd wager that's his blood on the bed.

- The whole body's missing?

- Crazy probably didn't
want it distracting

from his mise en scene.

- That another French film term?

- Certainly is.

- Sure as hell gives Jack the
Ripper a run for his money.

- Like Jack, there was
substantial expertise.

Savage as this is, it
wasn't simple butchery.

Most crazies couldn't even find the uterus

let alone stretch and sow.

Definitely not some drugged up wack job

with a warped sense of humor.

Although, trying to stretch
an un-impregnated uterus

around an adult head,

suggests a twisted sense of optimism.

(ominous music)

(family restaurant sounds)

- [Police Dispatch] 1549 E 18th Street.

1549 east, one eight.

- Is he talking?

- Only the one name.

First on scene thought he
was introducing himself

but according to his wallet

he's Dean McCallum and
he's licensed to drive.

- So who's Casey Emerson?

- Next victim, first
victim, we don't know yet.

As soon as the officer ascertained

he had no injuries to
account for the blood

and he was rational but choosing
to offer no explanation,

they brought him in.

Forensics got his clothes,
they're doing his car.

How did they know he was rational

if he only said the one thing?

- Officer said he gave quote,

"Visual indication of clear
comprehension and consent

"through distinctive facial
expressions and gestures."

Unquote.

- Hm, was fucking Shakespeare
the first on the scene?

I want that guy to write up my reports.

- Wasn't a guy.

Officer Diane Crenshaw, one of us.

- Ah, would have to be a woman.

(tense music)

Dean McCallum?

I'm Detective Jared Lamb

and this is Detective Reina Herrera.

And we have a lot to talk about.

- Casey Emerson.

- So who's Casey Emerson?

We know you're Dean McCallum.

- You have no idea who I really am.

- According to your ID we
know exactly who you are.

- I wonder if I'm going to
have the patience for this.

- [Herrera] You don't
have much of a choice.

- [Lamb] If you cooperate,
this could go fairly quickly.

- Yeah, we might as well
keep things pleasant.

- But that wouldn't make you
very happy, now would it?

- Let's try and stick to
the important questions.

If you won't tell us about Casey Emerson

maybe you care to tell us
about Heather Kadar, age 26.

Or her father, Abel Kadar, age 62.

Or maybe how you ended up

at Rita's Cafe covered in their blood.

That was their blood you
were bathed in, wasn't it?

Or is there someone else
we should be looking for?

- This is meaningless at the moment,

so I'm going to go.

- You better sit your ass back
down before I put you down.

(McCallum clearing his throat)

- Casey Emerson.

- So let's talk about Casey Emerson.

And what are we waiting for?

(knocking on door)

- We have an ID on Casey Emerson.

- At least he hasn't lawyered up yet.

- Make sure we're digging up
everything we can on this guy

and ride the lab until we know

just exactly who's blood he had on him.

Let's pray to God it's just the two.

(speaker buzzing)

- [Casey Emerson] Yes?

- I'm Detective Jared Lamb,
are you Casey Emerson?

- [Casey Emerson] All day.

I got a call so I guess I'm expecting you.

- I just need to ask you a few questions.

- [Casey Emerson] Come on up.

Come on in, it'll be open.

Fourth floor.

(TV in foreign language)

(baby crying)

- Ms Emerson?

- The officer made it sound like

it was kind of a background check thing,

but I'm guessing it's
more than that, right?

- You do know Dean
McCallum, is that correct?

- I would say that's a very big yes.

- I'm gonna need some
additional information.

- Sure.

Well, whatever you're here
for, it can't be Deans' fault,

because he is the best
person I know, period.

Or has something happened to him?

- I can't discuss an
ongoing investigation,

but he's in very serious trouble,

and if I'm going to help him,

I need to know a lot
more than I currently do.

Like, how do you know him?

- From school, originally.

I wasn't the most together kid,
so JC till I figured it out.

But I loved to write.

Poetry and lyrics and stuff.

Dean - Mr McCallum - was
my Lit and Comp instructor.

But like I said, I wasn't
the most together kid.

Did some stupid things.

Hurt some people.

Seems like I was always doing that.

There used to be this place I would go

when I'd get into a mood.

♪ And the lampposts guard
every passerby's secrets♪

♪ in the town where I used to live ♪

- Evening Miss Emerson.

- Hey.

- You caught me trying to offset the fact

I can't go a day without ice cream.

- Looks like you're doing okay.

- Well, I had a delusion
of trying a marathon

before I got too old,

but I'm pretty certain
my legs would fall off.

And, I'll bet you came
out here for the privacy,

so I'll let you have it.

- It's okay, use me as an
excuse to take a break.

Keep your legs attached a bit longer.

It would gross the class out

if you came in all
legless and cripple like.

- Well, it might gross me out too.

- That probably sounded insensitive,

I should have said, ambulation challenged.

- Which is a pleasant turn of phrase.

If I were a writer I'd steal it.

Is that what you're doing, writing?

Please tell me you're writing.

- It's nothing.

- Maybe you shouldn't say
that quite so reflexively.

Or, unless it's a shopping list.

Is it?

- And for some reason I found

I could talk to him effortlessly
and be totally honest.

With my friends, especially the guys,

it wasn't always so easy.

But with Dean I could always be myself.

He was incredibly supportive,
helped me get focused,

and at the end of the year
we stayed very close friends.

- [Lamb] But that's not all, is it?

- Not what you think, not really.

I was young, I was alone and lonely.

I guess I started using
him as kind of a surrogate.

- How much of a surrogate?

- Nothing physical.

Nothing.

We talked a lot as it was, but
I'd be calling all the time.

Tell him I need him.

Tell him how much I miss him.

I didn't make it easy.

And I didn't have those kind of feelings.

I mean, he's a lot older,

but I might have needed him to have them.

But here's the thing, he
never acted on any of it.

Never even tried to kiss me.

Once, he took my hand,
and I knew he was hooked.

But nothing else.

We talked about it, but
he wanted our relationship

to remain a positive influence in my life.

Something that might be helping me grow

and he wouldn't risk that
for something he might want.

Or need.

About a year later, I
got another boyfriend.

Went off to state.

We kind of went our own ways, and then,

and then I was diagnosed with cancer.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, so was I.

Bit of an understatement
to say I got depressed.

Boyfriend couldn't handle
my negative outlook.

I barely managed the first round of chemo.

I finally decided to kill myself.

♪ Have you held Shiva's hand ♪

♪ It burns like the sun
is setting on yours ♪

♪ Like he swallowed the twilight ♪

♪ Or devoured July ♪

But I even fucked that up.

They told me there was an
open flame or something,

but I didn't notice.

I have no idea how he found out,

but here's where I thought
God played the cruel trick.

My cancer had gone into
complete remission,

and look what I'd done to myself.

And Dean, he understood my anger,

but believe it or not he
managed to make me see

a bigger picture.

That as hard as it was to understand

why these things have happened,

I had to have faith
that there was a reason.

He helped me out of the
dark I'd made for myself,

and I will love him forever for that.

We still talk occasionally,

but once I was firmly
standing in the Lord's light,

I like to think he went off
to be of guidance to others.

That's Dean McCallum, if it's any help.

(somber music)

- So then I told her

if you don't have the time to do the work

then don't bother volunteering.

I mean how clueless can some people be?

And then Eleanor, you
know how I feel about her.

You know you could at
least have the decency

to tell me that you're ignoring me.

- I was listening.

- No, I get it. You've had a rough day, so

me and my day can go fuck ourselves.

That's fine.

- It's not like that.

I'm just thinking.

I'm sorry.

- Is this something that
you're gonna want to talk about

or something that you're gonna
want to keep to yourself,

or something that you
need to shield me from?

Because it's hard to keep track.

(gentle wistful music)

(microwave beeping)

- I don't think it works

if you pay attention to
everything around you.

- Shouldn't you be paying
attention to your books?

- If DiBennadetto runs these
mock trials like real trials,

they'll be won on
personality, not scholarship.

- Yeah but I think he'll
grade on scholarship.

- [Lamb] Since when are you late?

- I had a quick doctors appointment.

- [Lamb] Anything I should know about?

- OBGYN, you want pictures?

- I'd love pictures,

but I think they'd look weird
on the desk next to my wife.

- Then keep your wife off your desk.

- Besides, what would, what's his name,

Lucas say about that?

- Lucas has no say over what
I do with my lady parts,

he's just a sperm donor.

- You're cold.

So you're going through with that?

Did you go in for a test?

You know, they've got those
tests you can do yourself.

- I have a job with insurance

so I don't have to pee on a fucking stick.

(phone ringing)

- Does Lucas even know?

Yeah, what you got?

Thanks.

Our guy's waiting for us.

- [Herrera] I spoke with
friends and neighbors,

seems McCallum was respected
and pretty well liked.

- [Lamb] Yeah well, Bundy was charming

and Gacy was a great
clown at kiddie parties.

- [Herrera] And Dahmer
had quite an appetite.

- Yes, I talked to Casey Emerson.

Why was that so important to you?

- We'll return to that
at the appropriate time.

Right now there is an even
more important question.

- Could it be why did you kill that woman?

- Close.

Why that particular woman,
might be more important.

- So you admit you killed Heather Kadar?

- I went out to breakfast
covered in her blood,

was there really any doubt?

- But it wasn't only Miss
Kadar's blood on you.

- And just for the record,

you still didn't answer my question.

- It's vitally important
we're clear about this.

When you ask for a
confession, are you expecting,

are you asking for, strike that.

Do you believe that what
you want is the truth?

No matter how disturbing?

- I think I might like the truth.

- And would you be content
with just the one incident?

- What you got to tell us there, Dean?

You got a dozen bodies stashed
under the floor boards?

- If you seriously considered
the number of my victims

you would be rendered catatonic.

- Now you're just showing off.

- You'd like to believe that.

- You don't mind if I
take some notes, do you?

- But this whole conversation
is already being recorded.

- Yeah, that's true.

But I still like taking my own notes.

I don't like to waste a lot
of time rewatching video.

In fact, I don't much
like wasting time at all.

So why don't you start
by giving us a number.

How many people have you killed, Dean?

- Complete with details,
only the killer would know.

Starting with the most recent locals,

Meredith Buckley, 36,

at the restroom of a Texaco station.

Four days earlier she'd
let an acquaintance

have sex with her 12 year old daughter

in exchange for crystal meth.

She couldn't stop
hearing her daughter cry,

even though her daughter never did.

There was a note at the scene

wadded up in the rear pocket of her jeans.

Rube Diego, 61, at his
home on Crescent Drive.

The bedroom door was suspiciously
locked from the inside,

although he lived alone.

He lived with a great deal of fear.

What watching your sad excuse
for cable news will do.

I'm going to need a
great big bubbly beverage

if this is really how
you want me to do this.

And also look into Ambreen Rashid,

last seen with her cousin Sadia.

And take the stairs.

- Like I said,

I was hoping we could
just start with a number.

- The number would just
be inconceivable to you.

- You might be surprised
what I can conceive of.

- I know exactly what you're
capable of conceiving.

- He's fucking with us.

- What'd you get?

- It's bullshit.

Buckley was found in a Texaco
restroom but she's a suicide.

She razored her wrist.

Diego was a fucking heart attack,

and at 375 pounds, not
a big fucking surprise.

And Rashid.

All we got is a fucking address.

- Was there a note with Buckley?

- Yeah, a suicide note that said

she killed herself because she's scum.

I mean the only weird thing is

how the hell did he know about these?

Both calls just came in
like in the last few hours.

- Follow up on Rashid,

name came up in connection
to an investigation,

try not to scare anybody.

I stopped him at 14.

- He's twisted and he's fucking
with us, plain and simple.

- How did you know about these people?

- How the hell did you know Abreen Rashid

was blown out of her goddamn skin

by some crazy Koran spouting towel head

10,000 miles away visiting
cousins in Pakistan

when her family was just
notified by the state department?

- More like 7,383 miles, depending.

- So you're a walking GPS,
that doesn't impress me.

- It would have to,
those number came quick.

Wasn't funny but it was fast.

I could have come up with a funny retort

because I also know the
first rule of comedy.

- I don't give a shit---

- Timing.

Do you want more names?

- So, all those people died recently.

- People die every day.

- But you don't get credit for
them if that's what you want.

So let's go back to something simple.

On or about Tuesday the
seventh of this month,

why did you murder Heather
Kadar and her father, Abel?

- It's Dean McCallum's
fingerprints and DNA,

you're gonna find it all over the scene.

You should ask him.

- Don't start trying to run
some other bullshit down on us.

Keep playing games and
I will come over there

and scrub fuck the inside of your skull.

- You didn't learn anything
talking to Ms Emerson?

Detective Herrera, do I seem
at all like the Dean McCallum

who's friends and neighbors you spoke to?

Even you must see
something's not quite right.

- So why don't you clarify things?

- All right.

Dean McCallum couldn't tell you
a thing about those murders.

If I let you speak to him now

he'd only remember blacking out.

- We already know you're McCallum.

You've got his ID, you've got his face,

and you sure as shit
have his fingerprints.

- I don't really look a bit like him

but I can see how you might be confused.

- So you're saying

there's somebody other
than McCallum in there?

- Sounds like it.

- So you're a split personality now?

Little Dean's gone into hiding

and big bad whoever the fuck you are

is sitting in the control seat?

- So what do we call you?

- Doesn't matter, there are so many names.

(Herrera making buzzer noise)

- Wrong answer.

You're supposed to be
a completely distinct,

separate personality
with name, background,

your own favorite flavor of
ice cream, that kind of shit.

- I never said I was a product
of dissociative identity.

- What's that?

- The proper clinical term

for your multiple personality disorder.

You haven't done your homework.

- So if you're not Dean's
secret tough guy persona,

protecting him in moments of crisis,

then we're right back to
the just plain Dean McCallum

the evidence says you are.

(McCallum sighing)

- It's only a body.

It doesn't even work.

- [Herrera] What the fuck does that mean?

- Well, the wires aren't connected

and there isn't even any power coming in.

- No, what do you mean it's only a body?

- Oh dear, cat's out of the bag.

So what do you call me?

I could choose a name but,

everything ends up being
blatantly symbolic.

You could call me, Verborgen.

That's Dutch.

I like Dutch.

- You speak Dutch?

- It's one of the languages I speak.

(speaking in German)

(speaking in Japanese)

- How many languages you fluent in?

- As many as you got.

6,917.

No wait.

A papery thin old man just
died in Highland, New Guinea,

so only 6,916.

Living languages.

I also speak all the dead ones.

- Bullshit.

- You want to test me?

- What did you mean, only a body?

- Think of it as,

something I chose to wear

so that we could sit here
and have this little chat.

- Cut the games and cut the shit.

Who do you want us to
think we're talking to?

- Who do you know who could be capable

of all that I have done?

- Any number of sick fucking psychos.

- You humans have such a difficult time

contemplating the larger picture.

- So if I caught the non-too
subtle hint, you're not human.

- In this body I am.

Outside this body I am, considerably more.

- The devil made you do it?

(mysterious music)

(sirens blaring)

(alarm buzzing)

(mysterious music)

(gate clangs shut)

You know, I've never been in this wing.

- For me it's, three times?

Once more than I've drawn my
weapon in the line of duty.

- [Herrera] I don't know
why you even bother.

From what I understand, your
gun fires blanks anyway.

- And I've always been nice to you.

(knocking on wall)

Dr Waverly.

- You must be the team that
brought us another guest.

- That's right.

- Well, I'd ask you to
dig yourself out a chair

and have a seat, but I'm on my way out.

I no longer do 12 hour shifts,
except for emergencies.

And if you guys have family,

I suggest you adopt the same attitude.

The shit that is swirling around today

will still be swirling around tomorrow.

- I'll drink to that.

- I wanna give you a heads up, doctor.

This guy, Dean McCallum, we
know he's a multiple murderer.

Possibly a serial.

- Well, thanks for sending him to me.

Okay, full restraints and
I'll have him evaluated

by staff that is bullet proof.

- He wants us to believe
that he's possessed.

Languishes under the
power of the maligned one.

I was raised a Catholic.

- Well, it's a great motive for
actions that are a little bit

too taboo for a fragile
psyche to tolerate.

They're not exactly falling off trees

but we have seen our share.

- But this guy's different.

Or at least, his idea
of a demon is different.

If you can get him to growl and snarl

and spin his head around I'll
give you a hundred bucks.

(doctor laughing)

- All right.

I'll have staff do a prelim on him tonight

and I'll do a full workup on
him myself in the morning.

But right now I have a
parent teacher conference,

and hopefully some
semblance of dinner waiting.

- Are these your two girls, Dr Waverly?

- Just the one.

Catherine, ages five and 10.

They grow up fast.

Nothing postpones that.

(melancholy song begins)

(musical introduction)

♪ I had sun ♪

♪ I had seasons ♪

♪ Before I was blue ♪

♪ I had dreams ♪

♪ I had reasons ♪

♪ Before I was blue ♪

♪ Now I'm -- ♪

(song stops abruptly)

- I don't think you should
have ever have gotten pregnant.

(wind blowing)

(hammer on asphalt sound)
(low growls)

(ominous music)

(gate slams)

- They're taking him back.

- No need for you to keep him longer?

- Oh I have learned as
much as I want... need...

Whatever.

No he's going back to your playground.

From a legal point of view,

is your suspect both
sane and fully competent?

I would have to say, without a doubt.

I have rarely interviewed

a more rational, self-aware individual.

But I'm very,

disconcerted by this particular, man.

- I told you he was different, and smart.

- High intelligence is not unusual

with a sociopathic personality.

Unlike most, McCallum wasn't concerned

about proving his own brilliance,

he wasn't interested in winning me over

or even defending himself.

Hardly any indication

of pathological narcissism of any degree.

- Wouldn't believing you're a demon

automatically qualify as
some type of megalomania?

- [Dr Waverly] Most
megalomaniacs are so confident

they're clueless as to the degree

that they're revealing themselves.

A confirmed egotist is never
worried about being egotistical

because he has every right to be.

In contrast, McCallum was all too aware

and apologetic when he would catch himself

expressing something that
would appear megalomaniacal.

He even referenced his vanity

and keeping his pride in check.

Most will subconsciously avoid

calling attention to their symptoms

for fear of giving their
listeners any ideas.

In contrast, there wasn't anything

McCallum wasn't willing to discuss.

- Come on doctor,

did he admit to being
Dean McCallum or not?

Well he did admit to
being in McCallum's body,

but he did maintain he
was not Dean McCallum.

And even referenced that
personality with disdain,

bordering on disgust.

- Did he say anything
about the Kadar murders?

- Yes, he did allude to there being

some supernatural influence.

Yes, yes, yes and at that point,

one is tempted to throw
every other observation

right out the window and just stamp

bug nuts lunatic on his committal form.

- 'Cause he's either certifiably
insane, or he's possessed.

- That's why I wanted to stress,

that legally, I don't think he is insane.

He's all too aware of right or wrong,

of acceptable societal behavior

or the consequences of his actions.

He just, has a different
view of them though.

He's even aware of how his claims

will be received by others.

But, of course there is
the leap into believing

that there is an entity possessing you.

- So are you saying he believes it?

He believes he's possessed?

- I introduced the concept of proving it.

They usually withdraw
from that suggestion.

But he began to hint about knowing things.

About me.

About my past.

Which is not an uncommon manipulative tool

because most people are
inexorably captivated

when they become the
focus of conversation,

so I ignored it.

And when he was in the
midst of the next topic,

I brought it back up.

You know, to more or less call his bluff.

(mysterious music)

But he didn't backpedal.

And he didn't hesitate.

He just asked me if I was prepared.

But there's no way that I
could have been prepared.

He started with what you
what you would have thought

a charlatan would have
ended with, you know.

The emotional landmine.

You see, I have,

I had two children.

Twins.

Douglas didn't live much past

when these pictures were taken.

I don't believe in clinging to tragedies.

In needless, painful questions from staff

or patients for that matter,

yet McCallum knew all about it.

Specifics.

And then he began to tell me other things,

things about my husband
and about his past.

Things that he told me years ago

that I had to struggle to remember.

Things that he didn't,

that McCallum said I
could ask him about later.

It makes no logical sense.

Not without massive
preplanning and research

and investigation and,

and how could he be certain

of what he would and
would not have told me?

Or even that he would have
been brought here to me?

It was without a doubt one of the most,

disturbing moments of my life.

I am a proud skeptic.

And yet it's terrifying to think

how easily I could become a believer.

(ominous music)

(phone ringing)

- No symbolism intended.

Just stretching the shoulders.

Musculature of these bodies

takes considerable getting used to.

- That would be in reference
to our human bodies,

because you're not human, right?

- As soon as you accept that,

everything will make so much more sense.

- According to the hospital,

there's not a single mark on you.

No boils or scarring; wounds
appearing without provocation.

- No horns, no tail, no cloven feet.

- Well if you're a demon,

how come there are no
physical manifestations?

- Because that's how it
was in "The Exorcist?"

All those horror movies and
scary books, it's propaganda.

Demons and spirits are
evil and evil must be ugly.

How black and white.

And in your line of work you
know that's not how it is.

Who was it said recently,

Bundy was charming,

and Gacy was a great
clown for kiddie parties.

And Dahmer had quite an appetite.

Ooh.

I must have exceptional hearing.

- A little lame for a display

of supernatural abilities, isn't it?

- I don't even know why we're
wasting time talking to you.

We have all the evidence
we need for a conviction.

So you can do shit and we
have no idea how you do it.

You're a psychic, you're
a mind reader, you're...

What are those people who
can see things far away?

- Astronomers?

- Clarvoyant, that's it.

Do I understand any of it?

No.

So what?

- You want something ostentatious.

All right, Reina Herrera, how bout this?

Now that you've been informed
that the seed has taken

and you've a progeny growing inside,

I will give you nine
uneventful months of pregnancy.

No morning sickness,
no midnight crampings,

no extreme hormonal fluctuations.

It'll be a girl by the way.

But heed these words,

your only child will be
born malformed and accursed.

She'll survive but she'll live a long life

of endless physical suffering
and emotional torment.

Limbs shriveled, no eyes in her head,

her tongue cleaved in two.
(tense music)

(head slamming)

- Holy fucking Christ.

- Guess you could say he knew
which button of mine to push.

- Holy... fucking... Christ.

- I'm not sorry.

- You shouldn't be.

No one's gonna care when
that tape disappears.

You better go clean up.

- Jared, I don't think I can
go back in there right now.

- I don't think you should.

Don't worry about it.

- You don't think there's any way?

- Don't even think about it, don't.

Just clean up.

And go home.

- Yeah.

And break the good news to Lucas.

- If it had been me, little man,

there'd be fragments of your
skull lying around this room.

So be thankful.

- And don't worry about Dean's face.

I won't let it bruise, and,

forget about the video, no
one started the tape yet.

- Tape was stared soon as the officer

brought you up from holding.

- Or it stopped early.

(tense music)

- [Inhuman Voice] Look what you've done.

(dramatic music)

- I need assistance down here!

(TV turned low)

- Hey!

You'll never believe this,

but Kelly dragged me to this goth,

wannabe vampire poetry reading thing.

The poetry sucked.

What ya watching?

(dark mysterious music)

(ominous music)

(dark mysterious music)

(ominous music)

(sirens blaring)

- Fuck that.

Just what the hell are you talking about?

- I'm telling ya all the shit I know.

I walked into this just
as much as you did.

- And nobody saw anything?

- That's what they're saying,

and nobody fucking heard anything.

- But our guy's okay?

- Washington said there was like six guys.

Every fucker in solitary
holding, except for your guy.

- We're really talking about six bodies?

Six dead?

- That's what they're saying.

And it's a fucking slaughterhouse.

And I'll tell ya, there's a
bunch of hard ass scumbags

down there just about shitting themselves.

They're thinking cop
vigilante squad or something.

- [Herrera] But our guy's okay?

- What can I tell ya?

There's not a mark on him,

but seriously he was almost
fucking crying he was so scared.

- Well, we'll question him

in the course of our investigation.

- Ah, ain't gonna happen.

I.A.'s crawling all over him,

and they'll bring him to
you when they're done.

- I counted seven.

- It's fucking insane to even ask,

but, you think McCallum?

- A psychic is one thing.

God damn Harry Houdini is one thing.

There's no way he could have slipped

into and out of those cells

and physically butchered seven inmates.

- I just spoke to Leata in I.A.

And she said all the security cameras

showed nothing but
static from midnight on.

All of them.

- These are the officers
you've been speaking with.

- [McCallum] Thanks for your help.

- Well, they tell me you've
had an interesting night.

- Uh, I don't know how
I got in that cell and,

nothing anyone's telling
me makes any sense.

- You are Dean McCallum though?

Teacher, good guy about town?

- I'm Dean McCallum, yes.

I am a teacher.

- And do you know Heather Kadar?

Or her father, Abel Kadar?

- No, I'm afraid I don't.

- Do you know Casey Emerson?

- Oh Casey Emerson, yes.

Uh, I haven't talked to
her in quite a while.

Wait, does this have
something to do with Casey?

Is she all right?

- Yeah, but Heather's real fucked up.

- Not anymore she isn't.

But considering all the cutting

that was done without
anesthetic a few days ago,

she was pretty fucked up then.

Did you miss me?

I thought you might like to meet Dean.

- Oh, you were Dean, but now he's?

- Receded, submerged,
retracted, I like that word.

- Okay.

So now we're talking to the demon again?

Great.

You do that a lot?

Jumping in and out of the body?

- I do what I think appropriate.

Even those things hardest
to fathom have a reason,

although it might be as
slight as a reminder to myself

not to despair of you all.

- Okay, so I'm asking the demon now.

Did you have anything to do

with the deaths of the men in custody?

- Either by direct action
of conscious inaction.

I have something to do
with everyone's death.

- I don't even know
how to respond to that.

- Bit grandiose claim,
even for a demon, isn't it?

- You believe I'm a demon.

Why must you think so small.

Be ambitious in your suspicions.

- What, like the devil himself?

Satan?

- Shit.

If you're not just an everyday demon,

if you're Lucifer, the superman of demons,

does that mean a regular
old priest won't defeat you?

Do we need to book the Pope?

- Whenever you start
doubting, the humor comes out.

That's good.

What makes you think a
Catholic exorcism would work.

What if I were a Jew
and we were in Israel?

- But we're not.

- But if we were,

you'd accept I was a dybbuk
and start running around

looking for a quorum and a ram's horn.

If we were ancient Sumerians
you would be looking

for a sorcerer to deal with a gid-dim.

If Islamic I'd be a djinn.

And what about the Hindu's and the Chinese

and all their spirits of
pissed off dead people

stealing healthy bodies.

- [Lamb] So, possession's
a cultural thing?

- Except it can't be
because Lucifer is Lucifer.

- I abhor how the faithful argue this.

A Catholic will tell
you that only the church

through God's grace can drive out a demon.

And if you say what about
the demons driven out

in non-Catholic countries,

they'll argue that since

they weren't driven out by the church,

they couldn't have been demons.

Those people have mental issues.

But if the same Catholic had been born

in a different country and
raised in a different religion,

what would they be saying then?

- Are you suggesting that
there's no one true religion?

- Not in the narrow sense
you'd conceive of it.

Christian, Muslim, Jew,
Hindu, of course there isn't.

- And you're an expert because?

- Because I am not just a demon.

I'm not just the devil.

I,

am,

God.

- Well, that's nice.

But that's impossible.

- Why?

Do you have the power to
limit the power of God?

- Because he wouldn't
do what you have done.

- All evidence to the contrary.

(dramatic music)

- If your God created a man
who would do as I have done,

wouldn't He be responsible for my actions?

If He allowed an evil to act through me,

isn't that the same thing?

Do you presume to question
the actions of your God?

- Reina!

- Whatever's happening
to me, I don't know what.

Is he in my head making me see things?

'Cause I'm seeing things.

- You saw him too?

- Wait, what?

- The man with the bloody arms.

That's Holden Parks.

He became Holden Parks.

- You saw a man?

[Herrera] I don't think I saw my mother.

She was there. My mother.

I don't know what to do about that.

Shit, I was 15 years old
when she committed suicide.

- You never told me that.

- What just happened,

do you think that means
she is burning in hell?

'Cause she did the one thing

that she knew God could not forgive.

Is that how that, fucking,

is that how he could
bring her back like that?

- What you saw, what did she say?

- I don't think I even
heard the first part.

Then she said something like

if God would abandon her so
she would do what she did

wouldn't He be just as guilty?

I'm thinking go back to Dr Waverly

and have her lock me up for a while.

Let's get him out of here.

Transfer him, shoot him, or something.

I can't go back in there again, I can't.

How can he make us see things like that?

A fucking magician, or he
gets in our head or something,

or whatever.

What it boils down to is that he's evil.

What he's done, what he
makes us believe he can do,

that's evil.

- [Lamb Voiceover] How can we
be certain of what we've seen?

If the majority says you
couldn't possibly have seen

what you thought you saw,
does that make them right?

If your own brain is lying to you,

would it ever allow you
to suspect it might be?

(ghostly children laughing)

(ominous music)

You want me to believe you're God?

- I am God.

I do not require that you accept it

but you're acceptance will
make everything else easier.

- God is a loving,
compassionate, just deity.

Not some vile, murderous fiend.

- According to whom?

- And in order to appear,

you needed to possess the
body of Dean McCallum?

- Chose to.

It was a choice.

Choice is at the center of everything.

What is it you require of me?

(mystical music)

(ram's horn trumpeting)

(loud unearthly music)

(sounds fade)

(clock stuck)

- What...

the fuck...

was that?

- A vulgar display.

Yet even now you're desperately
trying to explain it away

because it does not logically fit

into the universe you thought you knew.

(clock ticking)

- If you're God, why say you're a demon?

- I never said I was.

But can't I be indulgent?

- You can't be God.

- Why?

- God wouldn't deny
there's one true religion.

- What, yours?

Can you really accept your God

would conceive a divine plan

with a defect from the very beginning.

Why would something as
important as a way to salvation

be restricted to one particular region

and naturally limited
by how fast or how far

a translation of it can be carried.

Unless the majority of my
creations are of no concern to me.

And the millions who are
born and lived and died

before my Way was revealed,

they were wasted lives I
couldn't be bothered with.

Is it more comforting to believe your God

is so callous, or so careless?

There are great truths

and they've been available to everyone

before your kind packaged them

into powerful and controlling religions.

- That goes against everything
the faithful are taught!

- Why would that make it less true?

And who's been doing the teaching?

- No!

I'm asking the questions here.

You cannot be God!

Not the God.

I stood in that bedroom.

I saw what you did.

Why would you commit such
an unspeakable crime?

Unthinkable.

- To make an impression
wouldn't it have to be?

You creatures are at your most ingenious

in the conception and
execution of atrocities.

You know, I also had to rein in

the inclination to go too big,

because time and again humanity has proven

it's easier for you to ignore
the colossal: bloody crusades,

the Belgian Congo, the Holocaust,
genocide after genocide.

Wars and famines that strip
humanity like a carcass.

The greedy, desiccation
of your very planet.

These you compartmentalize as history,

or tragedies, or in the
best interest of security.

And when the few spiritually
hungry do question

the proffered response is usually,

God moves in mysterious ways.

There must be a purpose
but we can't see it.

Well then keep looking damn it.

Solve the mystery, think.

Think, think!

- You do horrible things
to get our attention?

- Simply allow them to
happen more often than not.

And for the contrast.

For there to be reason
to doubt, to consider.

All those things you refuse to do.

As soon as you run into
contradiction or a paradox

you simply shut down your minds

and look to one fable
or another for a comfort

that is usually little
more than a confirmation

that it's okay not to
ask further questions.

- But if everyone did keep
asking, we'd all go mad.

- You prefer blind ignorance
over the risk of madness?

(clock ticking)

- Why Heather Kadar?

Why her?

Why an innocent woman and her father?

- I thought in your job
innocence was just an indicator

you hadn't dug deep enough.

- Are you saying there's some
dark secret in Heather's past?

- Secret, no.

Although everyone has darkness in them.

- Right.

"Mankind is inherently evil".

- [McCallum] No, I simply acknowledged

all of you have a
darkness twisting within.

For most it manifests as solitary acts.

Carnal thoughts, deceitful
deeds, repressed hate,

concealed prejudice; in
the privacy or your rooms,

the corridors of your minds,
the isolation of your hearts.

For some it is more
profound, as in your case.

- Now I have a personal darkness?

- Oh yes.

It's so prevalent it's almost tactile.

The question is, is it a
mystery even unto yourself?

- My sins, and there are plenty of them,

are pretty much on the
surface for all to see.

- Sins are symptoms.

The iniquitous gloom is something else.

Who is the man with the bloodied hands?

And have you wondered why

he is the cause of the
acrimony in your soul?

- But we're not talking about me.

We're discussing Heather Kadar.

- Are we?

Here, you tell me about Cutter's Grove

and I'll tell you about Heather.

- You claim to be God,

and you don't know about Holden Parks?

- I know everything about Holden Parks.

What about you?

- [Lamb] I didn't grow
up in an innocent world.

We heard about things.

But the scary stuff seemed far away

until kids around town
started disappearing.

By the third or fourth one
our parents were scared,

that made us scared.

Holden Parks lived in my neighborhood.

One of those men everybody
sees and nobody knows.

Guess I wasn't the most
supervised kid in the community

and I loved playing in
Cutter's Grove. We all did.

(eerie music)

I was too terrified to move,
until he was long gone.

I ran home. Parents called the police,

I took them back out there.

That's it.

- How did they explain
to you Holden Parks,

in the grand scheme of things?

- He was an evil man
who did terrible things.

- Did you accept that rather
simplistic evaluation.

- He brutally murdered
at least six children.

What else was there to know?

- Indeed.

Holden Parks isn't a
bruised part of your soul

because he was simply evil.

Isn't he there because he was also

the neighbor who loved his dog?

Because he shopped at the
market with your mother

and walked the same sidewalks?

And if the Good Lord was in His heaven

and His angels were watching
out for you, how could that be?

Where was your Good Lord when
those children needed Him?

It was something as simple as evil

and God did nothing about
it, how culpable is that?

- Regardless, why Heather?

- Do you know Heather's story?

About China, the earthquake?

Heather would be because for
all intents and purposes,

she would seem to have been
protected by God, at least once.

Now she was touched twice.

Maybe some would consider
asking what are the odds?

- If you are God,

then how come you slip in
and out of the personal

when you reference yourself?

Sometimes it's me, mine.

Just now you said,

she'd been protected by God at least once.

- I did not realize you were also

part of the grammar police.

- And if everything's so monumental,

and you are Everything,

then how can you even find the time

to shrink down to our puny
human bag of flesh and organs

to converse with me?

And why?

- Valid point.

So think of me as but a
fragment of a larger God.

Is not every finger of a gifted
pianist part of the whole

even as it does something
different from its fellows?

I am God but, a finger of God.

A particle.

As we all are, as is everything.

And you don't look well.

This has been a trying interview.

I could loose Dean back into the room,

you might find some comfort with him.

- And that's another thing
you've yet to explain.

Why him?

- Tomorrow.

There will be time tomorrow.

I can promise that.

(hammer hitting concrete
rhythmically)

(ominous music)

(Herrera sobbing)

(strange sounds)

(echoing wind blowing)

(ominous music)

- I thought they had to die.

They all would have eventually.

- Why me?

Why did it have to be me?

(tense music)

- [Medical Examiner] This is grotesque.

- I helped put her here myself.

But I've checked every other unit.

- Without being seen?

Without being stopped?

How the hell can this happen?

- I was here all the time.

(fan rattling)

Not in here all the time but around.

(tense music)

- Call security.

Have someone up there start reviewing

the stupid video cameras
they have all over the place.

- I already did.

- What about the father?

Don't tell me.

They took that too?

- No it's,

it's here, I brought
it in for safe keeping.

I'm just, you know I'm kinda
confused about that one.

- What do you mean, confused?

- Didn't it come in as a partial?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- It was autopsied with
prelim tox and lab.

It says it was cardiac arrest.

I just, I remember it different.

(tense music)

- That thing at the jail
was still all over the news.

Are you going in?

- Don't have a choice.

(tense music)

- [McCallum] You carry that as a shield

or wield it as a weapon?

- Maybe both.

It's insurance.

- I thought we'd dispelled with exorcism.

Listen, even if there were a devil,

why would an entity strong
enough to rebel against me,

leading a third of the angels I created,

why would he be so easily defeated

when some scripture spouting
functionary waves a cross?

- Doesn't make much sense.

- No, it doesn't.

- Of course, it never
made sense to me why,

if you know everything that was

and everything that will be,

why you would have created
Lucifer and those angels

who would rise against
you in the first place.

- I know everything?

You read that in a book?

The idea that any entity
could know everything

that ever will be is ridiculous.

Worse, it's pointless.

If the future is already predetermined

and the outcome assured,

which it would have to be if
I already knew what it was,

then the present has no reason to exist.

Why stumble from point A to B to C

if no matter what, you end up at Z?

- Because, by exercising choices we--

- But you're not exercising choice.

It's written that you end up at Z.

You couldn't alter it if you tried

because any alteration would have already

been perceived and factored in,

and that would then be
the future that is known.

Hence, all actions become meaningless.

- Wait, but doesn't it say in Isaiah 46.

- I warn you, do not try to argue

with a single solitary
questionable source.

- How is it questionable?

It's your divine word.

- According to whom?

The publisher?

No profit motive there.

- Now I'm to accept that
God is disowning the Bible?

- Who has more right?

The only evidence it was divinely inspired

are the assurances of the authors,

or more accurately the translations.

Which even if they were 100%
correct, and they're not,

it still boils down to taking

a long dead strangers word for it.

And you don't even know who they were.

You only know who they claim to be.

There were multiple authors
for the books of Moses.

Chances of them all being
named Moses, are pretty slim.

- The translation of
the Bible is inaccurate?

- They're getting there.

Most recently the Conference
of Catholic Bishops

even admitted that the
proper translation of "Almah"

is "woman of a marriageable
age", not "a virgin".

Sorry, Mary.

- And how do you know
the five books of Moses

weren't written by Moses?

- How do I know?

Well that's easy, I'm God.

But you mean what evidence is there?

Considerable.

And we could discuss that if you wish but,

what most amuses me are those
who denigrate the evidence

because it comes from
mere mortal scholars.

While at the same time
it's mere mortal scholars

who translated a dead language

into the scriptures they defend.

A metaphor for your myriad religious texts

that I'm quite fond of is
called the Mystery of the Box.

Imagine someone whom you trust implicitly

brings you a sealed box

and tells you inside it is a clock.

Now you can never open
the box or x-ray it,

or in any way find out
for sure what's inside,

except to take the word
of someone you trust.

Now that person has never
seen the inside of the box.

They got it from someone they trust

and so on and so on for generations past.

Now suppose a distant neighbor approaches

and they have an identical box,

but they were told by
someone they trust completely

that the box contains a scarf.

Now you're not to be
faulted if you believe

the boxes contain clocks, not scarves,

you have faith in the
people that told you so.

But only a deluded
person could ever insist

that they know for a
fact what's in the box,

because they don't.

And if they're moral they would never

condemn their neighbor for
holding an opposing belief.

And only the insane would
try to force acceptance

of one uncertainty upon another.

For most of you, your
spiritual quest extends

from your front door to
the first sign that says,

"you have arrived".

There's a road continuing on
past that sign in clear view.

Why do you refuse to see it?

As your creator, such short sightedness

is want to propel me to apocalyptic rage.

- [Herrera] This is Detective Herrera.

Okay, hold on a second.

You're gonna have to run
that past me one more time.

What do you mean it's gone?

- [Lamb] So God rejects his Holy Bible?

- When it's not just propagating myths,

much of it is enlightening.

Of course those same truths
are also in the Koran,

the Tripitaka and the
Sutras, the Bhagavad Gita,

all muddied by their own myths, of course.

Still, good first steps,

but as a historical document it is flawed

and as basis for social
control as many would use it,

it is dangerous.

As they all can be.

I found Dean McCallum
most appropriate because,

he's the perfect example of
both the best and the worst

of what you should be.

He did think of others before himself.

He subsumed his desires and wants

rather than risk harm to any.

Casey Emerson was the paradigm.

So he was a thoughtful
man with a hungry mind

and a questioning intellect.

Except.

- Except he chose to help Casey
Emerson by giving her faith?

- Instead of helping that
despairing young woman

understand the constraints
on the conditions

of one fragile life are transient,

he fed her non-answers
and mysterious promises.

But when you're in a position

to lead someone towards the light,

what is to be accomplished by
steering them into the dusk?

- [McCallum] Excuse me, officer?

- Jesus.

I thought everyone had
been pulled out of here?

- I, I need someone to help me please.

- [Officer] We have no Dean
McCallum, not in the system.

Do you have an alternate ID?

- Something as paltry as that?

You devastate a man's existence for that?

- For an endless accumulation
of such incidents

I would do far more.

And I would remind you of
two things, little man.

First, I was going to use someone.

I chose this body and I chose Heather

and you could say I chose them for you.

And second, you would
do well not to consider

any priorities of mine as insignificant.

Perhaps in the grandest scheme,

what seems trifling to you

could prove of monumental importance.

- You condone and perpetuate
violence and suffering.

Allow the horrors we
inflict upon each other.

Express dismay that we haven't figured out

it's all part of some plan.

And on that basis you'd be done with us.

Well just tell us what it is we've missed.

If there was some plan
you intended us to follow.

Fuck it!

Just tell us what it is!

- Why should I make things that easy?

Do you not think I could have created

one unarguable set of rules

available to everyone at all times

so there could be no
doubt as to my meaning?

If that was the ultimate
purpose and I couldn't manage it

what kind of a bumbling
clown God would I be?

And there you have the most obvious

and significant clue ever laid before you.

It's been the most relentlessly ignored.

If there were only one
chance for the big brass ring

I'd be a callous God indeed

if my word and actions were inconsistent,

but if the search were everything,

how then does this world appear?

From the dawn when one sentient creature

first made connection with another,

a consideration of ethics had begun.

Right and wrong existed
long before religion.

Ultimate truth is not
like your favorite music.

It's not defined by what
you personally prefer

or what you grew up listening to.

If you want to get beyond

these temporary shells you inhabit,

you have to find and
embrace that ultimate truth,

and do so ultimately.

(knocking on door)

- What is it?

- Well knock on fucking doors,
maybe somebody saw something.

Well get your sergeant's
permission and then get back to me.

(hangs up phone)

- Heather Kadar's gone missing.

- Missing, as in?

- As in she's not where
she's supposed to be

considering she's dead.

(tense music)

- All right.

You brought me to a place

where I have no idea what to do next.

And that is not a good place for me to be.

You wanted to get my attention,
shock me, frighten me.

Well then you fucking well got your wish.

- Between your predisposition

to believe force solves anything,

your reverence of greed and power,

your elevation of stupidity,

your pathological avoidance of empathy,

your commitment to cruelty,
it's easy to despise your kind.

Yes, early on you accepted
fairy tales and stories,

but you refused to give then up

for growing faster and stronger

and infinitely more virulent
than your ability to reason

was your capacity for vanity and ego.

But if you want to know
a secret, I'll tell you.

At your core, on a level more protean

than the simple cellular one,

in the very invisible dust
that binds you to the universe,

you all know that you are not special.

You are not unique.

But in refusal to accept
the very worthlessness

that actually makes you significant,

you cling to willful ignorance.

You shutter your vision
and shackle your reason,

and all in the pathetic delusion

that you are more special
than someone else,

and to prove it, your God loves only you.

You think that weapon gives you control?

You think your laws, your armies,

your gods do?

You are subject to a thousand variables

and you have been given
control over only one thing.

And the value of your
existence is measured

by that which cannot be known by others,

or applauded by strangers,
or worshiped by history.

Must fire rain from the heavens
in order for you to find it?

(ominous music)

(ghostly echo)

(low ominous music)
(ghostly children playing)

(strange animal growls)

(distant screeching)
(unnatural sounds)

(threatening music)

(distorted clanging sounds)

(low growling)
(whispering)

(unsettling music builds slowly)

(chattering and scratching noises)

(dark industrial sounds)

(intense dramatic music)

(ghostly children playing)

(children singing indistinctly)

(intense music)
(ambient unearthly sounds)

(handcuff clanging)

(intense music)

(ghostly echo)

(muffled grinding sound)

(somber ethereal music)

Casey Emerson?

(melancholy music)

- He said I should wait for you.

- Who's this?

- You don't know?

- What happens now?

- I think I'd like to go home now.

(melancholy music)

(thunder )

(melancholy music)

(dark cabaret music)

♪ Well here we go ♪

♪ It's a hell of a show ♪

♪ And all it will cost is a yes ♪

♪ It's filthy, unclean ♪

♪ And nothing you've seen ♪

♪ Will prepare you for this sort of mess ♪

♪ Oh for the stars that shimmer ♪

♪ And down here we're stuck ♪

♪ The weirdo deluxe ♪

♪ We're here alive and
it seems we've arrived ♪

♪ We're waiting on needles and pins ♪

♪ We've had quite a time ♪

♪ And I'm certain that I'm ♪

♪ Rather guilty of dozens of sins ♪

♪ Oh for the ways that
de Sade and Dante instruct ♪

♪ The weirdo deluxe ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ Singin' your loudest of voice ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ But then again there is no choice ♪

♪ All that you need can
be gotten with greed ♪

♪ Someone else always gets more ♪

♪ And don't be surprised ♪

♪ If one day you arise ♪

♪ And have lost all the ones you adore ♪

♪ Oh for the days of
pleasure when nobody sucks ♪

♪ The weirdo deluxe ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ There's only one exit I've found ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ We end it one day in the ground ♪

♪ Weirdo deluxe ♪

♪ The weirdo deluxe ♪

(dramatic music)