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(slow dramatic music)

(radio station tuning)

- [Voiceover] Good morning Cuesta Verde.

I hope you're having a wonderful morning.

And if you're looking forward to a wonderful evening

you might want to check out Foster Prentiss,

the psychic who has spellbound audiences

with his incredible medium skills.

And if you're the fourth caller

you'll get two tickets to tonight's sold-out show

at the Mysteria Manor for two hours of entertainment

that's sure to turn even you skeptics into true believers.

And in 15 minutes,

we'll have Prentiss live on air in our studio.

But first we're gonna go to Colleen Gray with traffic.

Colleen, how's it look out there?

(soft jazz music)

(audience applauding)

- And now, ladies and gentleman, Foster Prentiss

the Amazing Mysterium.

(audience applauding)

- Good evening and welcome.

You've all been invited here today by special invitation

to witness something very few people get to experience.

Together we're going to reach out

past the world as we know it and touch the beyond.

And then maybe, just maybe, if we're very lucky

we'll learn something about the beyond

and also about ourselves.

(coat whooshing)

Darlin', thanks for coming.

(heavy footsteps)

Do you mind telling me your name, sir?

- (chuckles) You're the Amazing Mysterium, you tell me.

- Okay.

I shall.

Oh, it's Richard Hollis,

604 Kirkside Drive, Cuesta Verde, California.

1970.

More like a '69 baby to me, don't you think?

(woman laughing)

You should really keep an eye on your belongings,

Mr. Hollis.

Can I ask you a question?

Do you believe that we can see

beyond the world that you know here?

- I believe what you do is a load of crap.

(audience chuckling)

No disrespect sir,

but my friend here dragged me to your show.

- Please, please.

I totally understand.

You see, I used to be very much like you, Mr. Hollis.

That was until I started having the visions.

Would you be so kind to let me touch your hand?

- But we've only just met.

- Please.

(sighing)

(deep exhaling)

Oh, you're thinking about your father.

His name is Ike.

No, no, no wait.

Mike.

Micheal Samuel Hollis, is that right?

(gasping)

Oh, you were very close.

He taught you how to ice skate on pond in Maine

where you grew up.

About a year ago,

he got sick, very sick

and he died.

(keys clicking)

- He died on Richard's birthday, March 7th.

- He died on your birthday, March 7th.

- How do you know that?

- Because he's here, Mr. Hollis.

His spirit is in the room as we speak.

(heavy exhaling)

- He's a history professor at Cuesta Verde University.

(snickers) What a loser.

- You're a history professor.

- Why don't you tell him he loves him.

You know they always love to hear that.

- He wants you to know he loves you very much

and always will.

(heavy exhaling)

(panting)

- [Tara] The Amazing Mysterium.

(audience applauding)

(crickets chirping)

(exhaling)

- You're a hot piece of crumpet, I tell ya.

- (Chuckles) Enough with the English accent already.

- Come on, you said it turns you on.

- Mmm.

You turn me on.

- Jesus, you're insatiable.

(laughing)

(upbeat rock music)

♫ Ahh

♫ Ahh

♫ Ahh

♫ She's gonna

♫ Ahh

♫ Fuck you up

♫ Ahh

♫ She's gonna

♫ Ahh

♫ Fuck you up

♫ Ahh

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go

♫ Ahh

♫ She's gonna

♫ Ahh

♫ Fuck you up

♫ Ahh

♫ She's gonna

♫ Ahh

♫ Fuck you up

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go

♫ She's gonna

♫ Fuck you up

♫ She's gonna

♫ Fuck you up

♫ She's gonna

♫ Fuck you up

♫ She's gonna

♫ Fuck you up

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go down

♫ You want to go ♫

(crickets chirping)

(heavy breathing)

- [Foster] They don't call me the Amazing Mysterium

for nothing.

- (chuckles) Don't flatter yourself.

- Oh Jesus, you're such a cunt.

You have to ruin it, don't ya?

You know I'm down for a tough patch.

- (chuckles) More like a broke patch.

- Yeah, unfortunately my greatest illusion

is making everybody think that I'm rich.

- You know what?

That's not my problem.

I need more money.

I have expenses too, you know?

- You get 2.5% at the gate

plus all the other perks of doing this job.

I think that's enough for now.

- (chuckles) If you consider fucking you a perk,

think again.

- Oh, come on.

You're a glorified photo-brain

the way you show a little bit of cleavage, some leg.

Anybody could do your job.

I think it carries quite enough, all right?

- You know what?

If things don't change around here

I'm gonna tell everybody the truth

about the not-so-Amazing Mysterium.

(chuckles) Get your magic wand out of my face

or I'm calling TMZ.

- You're gonna ruin me?

You can't!

I'm in debt and I need that money.

Do you realize how much the rent

and the overhead is on this place?

I understand

that things have been a little bit slow recently,

but they just don't make suckers like they used to.

- Well that's not my problem.

- Come on, you gotta give me a little bit more time.

Then we can renegotiate.

- Times up.

- You know that's not very healthy attitude, Tara.

- I am so sick of your tricks.

Don't you threaten me.

- This is not a trick.

I'm gonna make you disappear forever.

(suspenseful music)

("Femme Fatale" by Gemma Ray)

♫ I've got my eye on you

♫ I've got my eye on you

♫ And a motive too

♫ Your foolin' around's

♫ Gettin' blood on my shoes

♫ Ooh

♫ Wha-Ah-Ah-Oh-Oh

♫ Wha-Ah-Oh

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ I've got an alibi too

♫ So don't look around

♫ I've got nothing to lose

♫ Ooh-Wha-Ah-Ah-Oh-Oh

♫ Ooh-Wha-Ah-Ah-Oh-Oh

♫ Ohh-Wha-Ah-Ah

♫ Ooh-Wha-Ah-Ah-Oh-Oh

♫ Ooh-Wha-Ah-Ah ♫

(gun shot)

- Mentalism is a performing art

who's practitioners demonstrate highly developed mental

and intuitive abilities,

such as telepathy, clairvoyants, and mind control.

Foster Prentiss, the Amazing Mysterium,

possess no such skill.

He is a complete and utter fraud.

Unfortunately there's nothing phony about murder.

Foster will stop at nothing to get what he wants

and must put on a performance of a lifetime.

But maybe this time

the ruse is on him.

(crickets chirping)

(water splashing)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(water splashing)

(door unlocking)

(water splashing)

- Can I help you?

- I think we can help each other.

I hear you're looking for a new assistant.

I've seen your act.

You're very good

but you could be great with the right help.

- Yeah, I'm not looking for any help, thank you.

- I look fabulous in fishnets

and even better without them.

Won't you consider letting me audition?

Or at least fetching me that towel.

(laughing)

(slow dramatic music)

(heavy breathing)

By the way, my name is Jessica.

- Pleased to meet you, Jessica.

(laughing)

(fire crackling)

(moaning)

That was a very convincing job interview.

Your references are impeccable.

Both of them.

(chuckles)

- Well I don't have to have visions

to know you're destined for great things, Prentiss.

I just want to be a small part of that success.

- How small?

- I don't want to be the one to kill the golden goose.

I think there's enough to go around for everyone.

- You sure about that?

- Read my mind.

- Yeah, I don't think that's your mind.

- I know how to score some serious cash

but I need your help.

I was introduced to a rich old lady.

Her daughter went missing, thinks she might be dead.

She wants to communicate with her from beyond the grave.

Think you can connect them?

- Yeah, I think I can do that.

- All you got to do

is convince her you can communicate with the after-world,

set up a private reading and she'll pay.

Big time.

- It's very interesting,

you don't look anything like your profile picture.

Are you really a doctor.

- No (nervous laughing).

Are you really a demonologist?

- Yes.

- Cool.

(soft jazz music)

(audience applauding)

- And how can the Amazing Mysterium amazing astound you,

my dear?

Please tell me your name.

- [Veronica] Veronica Lombard.

- Veronica Lombard.

(electricity buzzing)

- Veronica Lombard.

I'm going to tell you something about yourself

that nobody else knows.

(electricity crackling)

- Shit.

Foster, we got a problem.

Foster, can you hear me?

Foster!

- Veronica Lombard...

(white noise)

I'm sorry,

I feel like I'm being distracted by those lovely eyes.

Just give me a second to compose myself again.

(electricity crackling)

Wow, I've never had this kind of trouble

getting a reading before.

You have this amazing, very special aura around you.

Um...

(electricity crackling)

I predict great happiness and success in your future.

Good luck.

(dramatic whooshing)

(fast forward screeching)

(moaning)

- Happy anniversary.

Greg?

(gun shots)

- It's okay.

When I check out, I'm gonna go out something fierce.

- Please don't do this.

Clear!

(screaming)

(gasping)

- You're a nurse.

- Yes, I was.

- You worked at a hospital.

- I made a career change.

It didn't really work out.

- Something happened at the hospital.

(suspenseful music)

- Remember when you told me that you wanted to go out

something fierce?

Well, guess what?

You're gonna get your wish.

(gasping)

- Oh my.

- What did you see?

- Excuse me, ladies and gentleman, it's time for

the intermission.

(audience murmuring)

I don't know how this could be happening to me.

I saw her.

I saw what she did and I saw her kill a guy.

She knows that I know.

She know that I know.

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do now?

(grunts)

You just tell me wha-- (smacking)

Fucking hell!

You hit me?!

Jeez, are you crazy?

- Calm the fuck down.

(heavy exhaling)

Nobody killed anybody.

You didn't see anything.

But that was incredible.

Whatever hell scam you're pulling, it's working.

Did you see their faces out there?

They're eating it up.

- Yeah, that wasn't a scam.

What I felt out there was real.

- Sure it was.

But now you got to keep your eye on the prize.

If we're gonna score any of that rich bitch's cash

she needs to believe that you can talk to her dead daughter.

So get out there and finish the goddamn show.

- Okay, okay.

(sighing) Yeah, okay.

(audience laughing)

Well you certainly recovered splendidly, ladies,

from your spring break trip to San Padre, I believe.

You know you really shouldn't have got

that nasty tattoo down on your...

I'm not gonna say in front of everybody.

(audience laughing)

And no, do not tell your father.

(audience applauding)

(footsteps)

Good evening.

I get it, the silent treatment.

Is that because you don't believe or is that because you do?

(laughing)

That's okay, you don't have to talk.

I'm very gregarious.

(dramatic whooshing)

- Hey, this is Jay Roma, Crazy Chicks.

How old are you?

- I just turned 18.

- [Jay] What do you mean?

You said you wanted to do this, right?

- Yeah, no, I do.

You got me drunk.

And then you ruined our lives.

We had to drop out of school, change our names,

and no matter where we moved or what we did

we could not get away from what we did for you.

We all appeared in your videos.

Now it's your turn to be in ours.

- What are you doing?

Hey, hey, come back here.

No!

Come back.

Come back!

(gasping)

(indistinct whispering)

(suspenseful music)

(keys clicking)

- So the man you apparently saw is Jay Roma.

He started Crazy Chicks.

He was murdered a few months back

and his death was streamed on the internet.

- Why is this happening to me, though?

That's what I don't understand.

- The other tart is Violet MacReady.

She is a person of interest in two recent killings.

One of a local prestigious surgeon,

the other some two-bit gang-banger.

- You know, I never thought this was possible.

Why have I been given such a powerful gift?

- The question you should be asking yourself

is how can we exploit it?

- Exploit it?

- Jesus, do I have to spell everything out to you?

Black mail.

You're already a fraud.

What's another sin

or three?

- You don't believe me, do you?

- Do you see anything interesting, swami?

(heart beating)

(monitor beeping)

Hello again.

- I thought you loved me.

- No,

never.

But I will say this for you,

you have a very

good

heart.

(monitor flat-lining)

(dramatic whooshing)

- You killed your boyfriend.

You set him up and sold his organs for spare parts.

- How did you...

No one knows about that.

- I told you the visions are real, Jessica.

- You know what, Foster.

I think we're gonna be really, really

rich.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music) ♫ Something shifty it is true

♫ Truer than the deep blue

♫ Left your shoes by the shore

♫ Hung your coat at the door

♫ I could tell by the stars

♫ Venus, Mercury, and Mars

♫ Everyone is a farce

♫ Storming clouds racing in

♫ Something inside

♫ Something inside ♫

(Mexican guitar music)

(water bubbling)

- [Voiceover] Kill, little boo.

Kill.

Good fish.