Night to Day (2022) Movie Script
There isn't much distance
between this world, and any other.
It's a lot of work to cross between them,
but they aren't that far apart.
Worlds of darkness, of decay, of death.
Worlds of pure oblivion,
and those of pure nightmare
are woven together.
Take a wrong turn, and you could step into
one of those unknown and deadly places.
If you stop, wherever you are,
and try to focus on the
edges of your own vision,
you might spot something.
A shape, a form.
It might be one of us,
for only a moment, as your
world lines up with ours.
Sometimes, as if out of a nightmare,
something will come through.
By accident, by chance, one of
us screaming into your world.
But if one of us knows how to cross over,
and intends to,
a creature of night coming
to stand proud and tall
in the land of the day,
then all of you will
have quite a lot to fear.
- Oh.
- Chris, Christie!
What the fuck are you doing?
Get your ass back in here!
Justin, Justin, fuck me.
Harder, harder Justin, oh yeah.
Oh, yeah, oh!
Justin, ah, fuck me harder, ah, Justin!
Ooh, harder.
Hey, you straight?
You good, bruh?
Oh, it's all good.
Hey just back up
before I blast you, fool.
Help yourself.
Oh shit, where it at bruh?
Where could it be?
Hey, I was just playin' with you.
Where could it be?
I was just playing.
Chill, bruh.
Can I help you, miss?
Oh, I'm not.
I was just, um.
Jesus tap fucking Christ.
Didn't someone set up a perimeter?
Ma'am, can I ask what you're doing here?
Okay, that's not overly fucking helpful.
How 'bout I get a name,
occupation, place of residence?
Some fucking explanation
of what you're doing
walking into a crime scene?
Fuck's sake, Garrett,
cut the girl some slack.
She's probably having a pretty
rough day right about now.
Thanks for that, good cop.
See, that's good cop.
And that makes me the bad cop.
Now that you've met both of us,
now it's time to make with some answers.
My name is Rebecca, Rebecca DeChance.
I live downtown, by the
river, near the armory.
I was just out for a walk.
What's with the bag?
I like to pack a lunch.
Did this man die today,
or has it been longer?
You can read all about it
when we get the press
release out, but until then,
would you be a doll and not
talk to anybody about this?
Unless there's something
you wanna tell us.
No, no, this is the
first time I've seen this.
Well, you've got a strong stomach
for this being your first time.
If you think of anything
to tell us, reach me here.
Off you go, Rebecca DeChance.
Hey!
Stay safe now.
Hello ladies and gentlemen,
this is Tanya Steel,
"Action News," where we are the story.
I'm coming to you live from
the site of a grisly murder
that has captured the
attention of the entire nation.
Policeman Shirley Garrett
is in charge of this investigation.
Shirley, what can you tell
us about this horrible crime?
That's Detective Garrett, and uh...
What we have here is decapitation
by a single stroke of a sharp object,
probably a machete or a sword.
Do you suspect a
martial arts enthusiast?
Is this perhaps the work
of a reclusive ninja,
or the graduate of some modern
gladiator training program?
Of course we can only
speculate at this time,
but what is clear from the
disposition of the body,
yes, it's clear that this
murder happened suddenly,
catching the victim by surprise.
And what can you tell
us about the victim?
The victim was an out of
work construction worker.
His family has been
notified of his demise.
We have no further information
that will help establish
a motive in this killing.
Have you determined that this is not,
in fact, a ritualized occult killing?
How did you know that?
At "Action News," we are the story.
Now, we don't wanna
cause any sort of panic.
No, we love panics.
But we suspect that more
killings like this will occur.
We urge citizens to stay
indoors whenever possible,
and to always travel with friends.
Report anything suspicious
to local law enforcement.
Spooky.
And from us at "Action
News," this is Tanya Steel,
and y'all stay safe out there.
Crazy time to be alive now, huh?
- So you're Rebecca, right?
- Right.
I'm Christie, I'm your neighbor.
Nice to put a name to the face.
- Christie?
- Yeah, that's right.
So you're up late hours, huh?
I guess that's because my
boyfriend and I kinda keep you up?
Sorry about that.
Yeah, you guys seem
to fight all the time.
Yeah, that's us.
Don't be too hard on Justin, huh?
He really is a sweet guy.
Just a little intense sometimes.
That's why I fell for him.
Got my lady hard-on for
the intense bad boys,
you know, right?
I do.
Well, I never see
anybody in your apartment.
Oh my gosh, I'm sorry.
That sounded really bad.
It's all right, it's fine.
Well, forgive me if I'm overstepping,
but if you'd like to
change that, you know,
have a guy around,
you should come out with us tonight.
I know a guy, just your type.
My type?
Trust me, I got an eye
for this kind of thing.
You see those creeps over there?
I'll see you at the Frog Hole tonight?
Yeah, sounds good, I gotta run.
Hey.
Aha ha ha ha!
Who that?
What the fuck is this?
Help me, help me!
And here she is.
That is a cute top.
And speaking of cute
tops, this is Cameron.
You must be Rebecca.
Oh, Christie tells me you're
A practitioner of a very
dull and boring profession.
Yes, I am an insurance adjuster.
Please, do your best to
keep your hands off me.
Once she hears how much
that boring ass job pays,
she's gonna have to try her
best to keep her panties dry.
Well Rebecca, what are you into?
What kind of things do you like to do?
I'm sort of in between things right now.
I'm kinda into, I do
kinda arts and crafts.
Okay, well let me go get
a couple drinks for us,
and we'll talk about it
when I get back, okay?
Okay, can I deliver, or can I deliver?
He's nice.
Where'd you find him?
I met him through a client,
but don't let that intimidate you.
He's one of the good ones.
To be honest, it's nice
to have someone, you know,
introduced to you?
It's been hard to find someone on my own.
So what's all this I
hear about arts and crafts?
I didn't know you got up to anything
in that old apartment of yours.
You into old world stuff?
Very old world.
No one's seen it, though.
It's my, my work's not ready
for the general public.
Well, that is awesome.
Girl, I am so jealous of creative types.
I'm completely useless with my hands,
outside of the service industry, that is.
Oh, here he is.
Cameron, your date for this evening
is just dying to tell
you all about her art.
She has a passion for the
aesthetic of the old world.
I'm all ears.
Who do you think will get here first,
forensics, the occultist,
or that damn reporter?
That goddamn woman is
like a fuckin' swamp rat.
Now, now, she is the story.
It's our fault for being in her way.
Course we would have to
pull a psycho demon worshiper.
Or demon.
What, is that supposed to be funny?
Hardly.
I'd prefer a demon to a
human that could do this.
Demon's easier to figure out.
Probably more straightforward
to exorcize while we're at it.
Where'd I find you in the first place?
The corner, where bad cops
are left out to gather dust.
What I wouldn't give
to send you back there.
Love you too.
Excuse me, this is a crime scene.
Are you expected here?
I was told detectives
Garrett and Jackson
were awaiting my sage and expert advice.
You must be the occult expert.
Wendell Holmes, maester.
My secretary, Astrid.
That's a strange name.
I'm a strange bird.
My, my, my, my, now this is a looker.
Thank you for coming
on such short notice.
No, after the first murder,
I knew I simply had to see the next one.
It has all the hallmarks of a ritual.
Enlighten me, professor.
No, no, I'm not a professor.
Professors teach at universities.
I'm a maester, it's an older pedigree.
And your secretary?
Is very helpful, when needed.
He's all yours, maestro.
No, not maestro, maester.
Regardless, here.
A signpost on the way to chaos.
The intestines have ritual significance.
Entrails are used to read the future.
They provide portents of things to come.
The tongue is a means of
making an announcement.
There will be more deaths, and
they will be more gruesome.
It gets more gruesome than this?
The first victim was beheaded.
That have any ritual significance?
Like uncorking a bottle of wine,
the forces of nature have
been called to witness.
The red power of murder
Has been called into action.
Blood will flow, slaughter will commence.
So that's motive.
Can you give us any insight
into the killer's identity?
Look for new arrivals in town.
Anyone who's been here less than a year.
Your killer, or killers, will likely deal
in occult art and philosophy.
For ritual significance,
they will take on an air of authority.
It's common for individuals such as this
to take the name of a serial killer.
Or a reference to
fate, destiny, or chance.
Did you say chance?
Something strike you as familiar?
Who was that woman that walked
into the first crime scene?
DeChance, Rebecca DeChance.
Sound like one of your cultists?
That is an interesting lead, Detective.
Yes, I would say that does sound
like our hypothetical cultist.
Perhaps further investigation is needed?
It would be a shame to
pass up a lead like that.
Sure, we'll look into the DeChance lady.
Thank you for your
expertise, Maester Holmes.
It was the least I could do, Detective.
Consider me at your service.
Well, that was something else.
Cameron, you're very sweet.
I'm very glad you think so.
If I had to leave, suddenly,
would you come with me?
Why would you have to leave suddenly?
If I did, would you leave
everything and come with me?
Why would something like that happen?
Nothing, never mind.
No, I'm sorry.
You're trying to tell me something here,
but it's a little sudden, isn't it?
I mean, where's this coming from?
That would be hard to explain.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
made you uncomfortable.
Tell me what's on your
mind, I'll work with ya.
My problems aren't
your problems just yet.
Well, when they are, just
tell me what I need to do.
Okay.
Detective Garrett, what
a surprise to see you here.
Excuse me?
You are the detectives
who are investigating
the grotesque murders in Phinizy Swamp.
How do you know my name?
From your television interviews.
That's some eye
you've got there, ma'am.
Call me Martha.
What is all this stuff?
A bit of this, and a bit of that.
We can't represent the
universe in a single image,
nor can we explain it
all in a single sentence.
Takes a warehouse to feng
shui a universe, I guess.
Something like that.
So detectives, what can I do for you?
We're pursuing a lead
that these killings
have an occult motivation.
Anything you care to say about that?
The occult is a rather large subject.
From the location of the murders alone,
I would hazard two guesses.
The first is that it's
some ritual of renewal.
The other guess?
A murder, a blood sacrifice,
can be a means of summoning,
A calling forth
something from the beyond.
That doesn't sound good.
No.
What kind of somethings
would the killer be summoning?
Monsters, demons,
nightmares, that about right?
Listen, I'm more concerned
about the killer.
Give me your hand.
You have already met the killer.
You are closer to your
answer than you are aware.
What about the killer?
Your killer has already
crossed over from the beyond.
They're likely to be very dangerous.
Man or woman?
Both.
There will be more if the
summoning is successful.
Hey, I've got bad dreams like that.
Can you do a reading on me
and tell me what they mean?
Detective, if this is
related to your case,
then I don't mind doing my civic duty,
but if it is personal, I
charge $25 for a half hour.
Never mind that.
Have you ever heard the
name Rebecca DeChance?
Oh, yes.
She is known to me.
She comes in here from time to time.
She makes these sorts
of charms and fetishes.
Do you know her well?
You might say that.
I'm something of a fairy godmother to her.
Thank you for your time, Ms. Pembroke.
Martha, please.
And do be careful out there, detectives,
even in your dreams.
Yes, Rebecca, Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Yes.
Rebecca.
This is where the first one
came through, more than once.
Gate's over there, by that grave.
The one that came out here,
it's anchored to the ones
that came through there first.
But that first one is
keeping the others out?
Now all the other
wards are breaking down,
how many more could we be facing?
Before it's over, six, seven?
Wouldn't expect much more than that.
That's too many.
We're gonna need more people.
We'll have more people.
We best be getting outta here.
Regular investigators
are gonna be here soon.
Another day, another murder.
Everyone wants to know, am I next?
Excuse me, sir.
Are you afraid for your life right now?
Well, hell no.
And why is that?
'Cause I got a gun right here,
and I'm not afraid to flex
my Second Amendment rights.
I'll drop your ass.
Fascinating, I see.
And you plan to defend
yourself in case of attack?
Well, shit yes.
See, the way I figure it,
if you wanna beat the killer,
you gotta be a killer.
Someone tried to kill me, that's fine.
I'mma be a killer.
Am I right?
Right.
Right.
Right.
Right on.
Right.
What's your name, girl?
Okay.
Now, some people are expressing
a come and get me attitude
towards this killer.
Do you share that mentality?
Oh no, my mentality is
clear across the river.
If someone wants a piece of
that killer, they can have it.
I'm gonna be keeping to myself just fine,
thank you very much.
So you are scared for
your life right now?
I'm scared shit less.
I mean, what if the killer
decides that I'm next?
I'd be straight killed.
You wouldn't want that.
No, fuckin' A, I mean,
who wants to be killed,
and dismembered, their
intestines all over the place?
It's disgusting.
Besides, I wouldn't look
good on camera like that.
No, you wouldn't.
The way I see it is, if I see a killer,
I'm gonna run my ass off, you hear me?
Run my fucking ass off.
Now that sounds like a good idea.
Well, there you are.
I was wondering at what
point you would come in
to see your old friend
and protector, Martha.
Not exactly the quickest thing, are you?
My wards are breaking down.
You made the acquaintance
of the police, I understand.
They came in here asking about you.
I have done nothing
to violate your trust.
Good, I cherish you for
what you are, Rebecca my dear.
But if you have been killing people,
there is nothing I can
do to keep you safe.
The Warders are probably in town already.
I saw them on my block.
I would steer clear of them.
Let them sniff out the real killers,
whoever or whatever that is.
Rebecca, they are not a
priesthood, nor are they police.
They're vigilantes.
They are very close to serial killers,
so who's to say how many
innocent victims they have?
But they are a necessary force,
and they are responsible for
keeping normal people safe.
So, the Warders will talk to you soon?
I won't tell them about
you, Rebecca my dear.
As long as there's nothing to tell.
I just don't wanna keep
looking over my shoulder.
Rebecca, sweetheart, don't give me that.
I know what you're capable of.
It would be unfortunate for
the Warders if they found you.
I'm supposed to be
changing, becoming more human.
You aren't?
If I was, then they
wouldn't be able to track me.
Seeing anyone?
Yes.
Well, that's a good place to start.
Nothing like a man to make
you feel more like a woman.
Is it a man?
It is.
Focus on that.
Follow the feelings that this
relationship evokes in you.
They will arm, and armor you.
And then you will find out
what it means to be human.
You will find that you
have something to lose.
Finally, you'll be a real
girl, there at long last.
And be aware that I'm not
keeping any secrets for you.
I'm a practitioner of the old ways,
and a keeper of this world.
I understand.
Make sure the police have
nothing to hold against you.
That's going to be your
biggest job right now,
and keep away from those Warders.
And discover the power of love.
There are worse plans to have.
Just stopped by the
local witchcraft emporium.
Had to get my chi recharged.
What's your top off policy?
Is the witch someone
we need to worry about?
Do you want me to gut her?
I can make it sexy.
No, we don't need the heat.
There's bound to be hunters.
Can we hunt them?
No, dearest, we already have our quarry.
We need to stay focused.
Are you sure that
your plan is gonna work?
It's worked so far, hasn't it?
Maybe your luck's about to run out.
Our luck is going to hold up just fine.
All we need to do is keep to our purpose.
See you soon, sweetheart.
He was different, not
like the rest of us.
Back home, where I come from,
each of us is exceptional, gifted.
But, without direction
we sort of wander around.
We eat, we fuck, and we
don't put much thought
into where all of it's going.
Sounds like quite the life.
But not him, he's
focused, a force of nature.
He has a talent for learning
what each of us really is,
what we're capable of,
and he knows how to get us to
do things, whatever he wants.
And he has a vision, ambition,
a plan for each of us.
And you got away from
him, and his plans?
Where I come from,
no one gets away from him.
So, bet he was pretty
pissed when you up and split.
I'm not scared of him.
I'm scared of going back.
I'm scared I won't be
strong enough to stay here.
Well, you know Justin and I,
we have some pretty tough friends,
so you don't need to
be worried about that.
No, that's not it.
It's not that they'll force me to go back,
or anything like that.
It's that he'll say something,
and I won't be able to stay,
and I'll want to go back
to dance in the midnight light,
and fit myself into his plan.
He sounds like quite the man.
He is, and that's the problem.
If it was just him, I don't
think I ever would've left,
but the place where I come from,
everything is so stark.
Every action is so final.
But at the same time,
nothing ever really changes.
Where you come from?
You make it sound like it's a
distant planet or something.
Where you come from?
Where are you from, anyway?
Some mystical place like New York?
It's not that far away, actually.
It's more like a different state of mind.
A different state of mind?
My friend Rebecca here comes
from a different state of mind.
Try to forgive her for not
understanding our ways.
Something like that.
So what are you gonna do?
Work on my fundamentals.
I have to connect with
what makes me a person.
Sounds deep.
Listen, I kinda feel the need
to clear the air on something.
You know, when Justin
and I fight at night,
it's not serious.
Like I'm not in any danger.
So, you know, there's no need to call the
- Cops?
- Yeah.
I think I understand the situation.
I'm in sort of the same boat myself.
The last thing I want is the authorities
involved with my man troubles.
Well then, in that case,
your secret is safe with me,
and you can talk my ear off
about it anytime you want.
I hope you're comfortable.
Need a drink, coffee?
I'm good, thank you.
If you'd prefer a soda,
or maybe something without any caffeine.
- You're not the good cop.
- What?
He's the good cop.
You're the bad cop.
Huh, let me get into character.
What the fuck were you doing in the swamp?
I was working on my tan.
Was it for religious reasons, Rebecca?
I guess you could say that.
I'm sure you prefer to
think of it as a philosophy,
or way of life, or something like that.
Let's put it on the line, Rebecca.
Spiritual beliefs, a series of practice
that improve your everyday
life, a religion.
Is that why you were out in the swamp?
The rituals are protective.
I was helping by warding the
people of Augusta from evil.
Did it work?
How did you know the
people needed protection?
Don't most people need protection?
Isn't that why there's cops?
Isn't something always coming?
Not in the way that places
you at the scene of a crime.
I'd be pretty dumb to murder that man,
and then come back to check on the body.
Maybe you're pretty dumb.
Look, I didn't kill anyone.
My practice is white magic.
I do wards and protective
circles, just ask Martha.
And why would I ask Martha?
Who's Martha?
You know, you talked to her earlier.
Did we?
Now why would we talk
to this Martha woman?
Because you did talk to her.
You know exactly who I'm talking about.
Because you've been
asking around about us.
Seems suspicious.
Keeping tabs on the investigation?
Must know something we don't.
Who's the killer, Rebecca?
Is there more than one?
I can't tell you.
Because you don't know?
What do you know, Rebecca?
What can you tell us?
Colloidal silver is an ingestible form
of supernatural repellent.
Prolonged use can lead to argyria,
or silver poisoning, but it's
safe to take in large amounts
for weeks to months at a time.
Cute.
You'd better be aware that
while you've been watching us,
we've been watching you.
We still are, too.
Anything you tell us,
you're saving yourself
a lot of trouble if we find out first.
We'd be very appreciative
if you'd let us be lazy.
And almost vengeful if you make us work.
We are public servants, after all.
Are you guys keeping
me here, or can I go?
Yeah, you're free to
go, but don't leave town.
We'll contact you with further questions.
Call us anytime.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, she's from outta town.
About a 9.5 if you ask me.
That don't sound like I'm
being too high, does it?
Like I'm being desperate?
Heard that turns chicks off.
DeChance, is it?
Oh yes, such a unique name.
That girl has the loveliest complexion.
She keeps to herself, real quiet type.
I've seen her around town
with some of the locals,
but can't say she ever caused any trouble.
Kind of an artist by reputation.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, I went on a date with her once.
She ordered a sandwich.
She just sat there,
bug-eyed, drilling into me.
Didn't even eat her sandwich,
and I gotta pay for it?
Fuck that bitch.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, I know her.
Who's asking?
Just some concerned citizens.
We heard you two were close.
Neighbors, actually.
We'd be happy if you'd answer
a few of our questions.
Come out, Dead One.
Come out and speak with me.
Using the old magic, are we?
Aren't you forbidden?
Haven't you sworn off those ways?
Things have changed.
I'm being pursued.
People are in danger.
What do you care for?
They're only people.
I care about them.
Some of them, anyway.
I put you here to guard the way
against any others of my kind.
And you never thought
that I would resent that role?
I never thought you
would risk the torments
that would come upon failing your duty.
Oh yes, the honor of the old ways.
I curse the maester who ever taught me
to honor the old ways.
But you were a wolf among sheep.
Think about the great works
that defined your life.
And now what am I?
I've been led to the
slaughter like all the others,
and my pelt has been put up
to block the draft from the other world.
Stop with the self-pity.
Oh, oh, but isn't that
the name of the game,
to see which one of us
could be the more pathetic mortal human?
I need something practical.
Okay, some advice.
Listen to your passions.
You're a woman, your
body knows what it needs.
Surely your own body wouldn't deceive you.
Whoever told you that garbage
never spent a day as a woman.
Oh yes, what do I know?
I'm only an old bag of bones.
You're a bag of something.
Okay, I try.
Stay calm.
Use your reasoning.
That's what separates
humans from wild beasts.
I can't decide which is less helpful.
They are quite
contradictory, aren't they?
Those mortal humans?
Of course, you could just find sacrifices
and shed the blood of
man to seal the breach.
You only need what, three for every one,
plus one for the breach itself?
Provided you find a virgin.
Better start looking.
Enough!
Why don't you just use your real powers?
You don't need this human magic.
Enough!
So there's nothing you can do for me?
I just sit here and guard
the way, until it drains me,
which will be soon.
Three of them have already come through.
Three of your kind, yes.
They've been making
sacrifices over in the swamps.
They're very clever, but
they're not very strong.
Not yet, anyways.
So, that's how they come through?
They're not very strong?
The first one, yes.
But now that they're all here,
they're all getting stronger together.
Damian?
I don't know the names of your kind.
You know far better
who's after you than I.
You aren't much help.
I am but a tool!
I serve my purpose, until
I am used up and gone.
If you want a kinder way,
then find a kinder religion.
I do enjoy our chats,
daughter of darkness.
I think it's time
that I introduce myself.
I shall be known to you as Damian,
and it is only fair that I
give you my side of the story.
Here's my side of things.
Once upon a time, there
was a magical kingdom,
a land where no one ever died.
The people of this kingdom
lived always in night,
so everything they did was as a dream.
The kings and queens of
this land were like gods,
hunting beneath the harrowing
moon for thousands of years,
until someone better came
along, and dethroned them.
There was such a couple, a
man and a woman, lovers both,
who turned this world upside down.
They became the gods of the night world,
and they believed they would
be happy forever, together.
But the woman, she betrayed
the man, poisoned him.
And while he suffered, she fled,
found a new home, free from him.
She sought to be free from his love,
so when he was strong enough,
he sought the woman out.
He knew that she needed
a chance to be forgiven,
so that she could once again be herself,
whether in the land of
night, or in the land of day.
Well, here we are.
Look at us.
Is this all of us?
This is all, everyone
who's coming through.
It was set up so you'd
be the last one through.
The strongest last,
and the weakest first.
I snuck past the wards,
I came into this world,
and carried out the ritual.
I did good.
Well, look at you go.
And tell me, oh great sneak,
what else have you accomplished
to make way for me, your sovereign?
Yes, I made contact with
the local authorities.
I fed them information,
and led them to the local occultists.
Now what did you
accomplish by doing that?
Why would you forsake the sacred wisdom
of staying out of sight?
I planted the idea that the
killings are an occult ritual,
then sent the police to
interview the occultists.
If they encounter any Warders,
they'll be inclined to
think they are the killers.
Serviceable, I approve.
Now, what of our Rebecca?
Have you seen her, how's she look?
Human.
Well, we'll have to
do something about that.
I'm ready to do anything
to get our dear sister
back to her old self.
Should I undo some of the wards
that the witch Martha has put on Rebecca?
The wards are weakened.
I've already been able
to reach into her dreams.
What a wonderful place to meet her.
Time enough for that.
I say we let a little
madness in the world first.
I'll come out and say
it, Rebecca, I'm scared.
The police talked to me.
They found me at work,
and they asked about you.
And that scared you?
I thought you were here to protect me.
I'm sorry, that was unkind.
What'd you tell them?
What's there to tell them?
You think Christie will
do well with the police?
Christie?
She'll tell them what it's
like to be your neighbor.
What else can she say?
Nothing, I guess.
Rebecca, Rebecca?
Nothing.
Never mind.
Listen, I want you to do something,
but I'm worried you'll say no.
Because it's something pagan,
and I know you're not
into spiritual things,
but I'd feel a lot better
if you carried this
around, to keep you safe.
Sure, but what about the police?
That's what concerns me.
It shouldn't.
I don't have a record,
and that's gonna make
them more suspicious.
They'll look into me harder,
but they can't hold me on just suspicion.
What do you mean, no record?
No criminal record?
No record at all?
I have a complicated past.
I'm gathering that.
Look, you said you would tell me the truth
when it became my business.
The cops have interviewed
me, now it's my business.
My first concern is making
sure that you're safe.
I can take care of myself.
I wanna make sure you're safe.
I am the last person
in any danger right now.
For fuck's sake, come clean to the cops.
Can't you help people from getting killed?
Okay, Cameron, here's the truth.
There isn't just one killer,
there's at least three,
could be a dozen,
but it's not just them, either.
There's some vigilante mafia after them,
and if I keep my head down long enough,
the two groups will find each
other before they can find me.
This isn't gonna last much longer.
Rebecca, what's going to happen?
We'll just have to see.
We need to talk.
I should say so.
You need to keep a lower profile.
There's no time for that.
I need you to get a message
to the Warders who are hunting here.
Eala, go.
I can't keep you safe from those Warders.
Look, I'm supposed to be human,
so I can't just sit and watch people die.
How can I not take a risk to stop that?
People do it every day.
Part of being human is being powerless.
That's not good enough, I
have to bring this to an end.
Oh, the Warders will
bring this to an end.
They'll end you.
I'll take the risk.
Here, pass this along.
They can use it to trace
me, but I've redirected it.
They'll trace my dreams, but
my family put themselves there,
so this charm will take the
Warders to them instead.
You have great faith
in your own rituals.
I have the conviction
to take a risk in order to save lives.
All right.
I'll do it.
I hope you know what you're doing.
This is a world I
can sink my teeth into.
This is a country for the damned.
You should see the homeless people
who sleep in the parking lot.
We've already made the
acquaintance of "Action News,"
where they are the story.
Pride is a perfect place to start.
Congratulations, "Action News" team.
You are the lucky ones.
And who the fuck are you?
My name is Damian, and I'm the reason
that any of this has even happened.
Listen, numb nuts,
I'm Tanya fuckin' Steel,
and I don't know who the
fuck you think you are.
I'm Damian, are you hard of hearing?
I'm not gonna stand
here and listen to you.
You didn't answer my question.
Are you hard of hearing?
This one's interesting looking.
Can I turn him inside out?
Yes.
Pretty cool, huh?
So much going on under the surface.
Beautiful, wouldn't you agree?
Wouldn't you agree?
- Yeah, god, yeah it's-
- Beautiful?
Yeah, it's beautiful.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
So are we ready
to get this interview started?
Now, who gets to make that decision?
You do, Damian.
Then why are you rushing me?
- I just thought-
- Ah.
Can you do something for me, doll?
Uh-huh.
I want you to tell Wendell
to shut her fuckin' mouth.
- I-
- No, Wendell.
That's Wendell.
You are not Wendell, you are Tanya.
There's Wendell over there.
Now look at Wendell, and tell Wendell
to shut her fuckin' mouth.
Wendell, shut your fuckin' mouth.
There.
Everything is once again in order.
Now, let's get ready for our interview.
I'mma give you a minute to
come up with some questions,
but you better be on your best
because this is the
interview of a lifetime.
There, much better.
Marcus, Wendell, get
your humans together.
Hi, do I know you?
No, you don't.
Did you do this to me?
No, that was Marcus.
He did this.
You're just like him, aren't you?
Well, yes.
But, I'm, I'm...
What the fuck?
Warders.
Christie, are you?
Rebecca DeChance?
Rebecca lives next door.
She's seeing a guy named
Cameron, I set them up.
No, it's no problem.
Enough money will buy you anything.
Okay, then.
Cho-chorum negisi klaravat.
Maysarum viay varum braetari evult!
All right, my beautiful little creature.
Show me where these Warders are.
Show them where Marcus is.
Cameron, it's me.
I need you to get somewhere safe.
No, not your apartment, someplace else,
anywhere else, someplace public,
but not any place you've been
with Justin and Christie.
In fact, stay away from
Justin and Christie.
Just trust me, please.
It'll all be over soon.
What do you think she's up to?
I don't know.
Me either, but she's up to something.
Now I need a foot stool.
Now, everything's ready,
and everyone is in their proper place.
Could you introduce yourself
to our audience at home?
That wasn't right.
You're supposed to say, "Hello everyone,
I'm Tanya Steel of "Action
News," where we are the story."
Try it again.
Hello everyone, I'm Tanya
Steel of "Action News,"
where we are the story.
We'll keep it.
Go ahead.
I am here with the man who
claims to be at the center
of the bizarre brutal series of murders
that have rocked this Southern community.
So Damian, are you the one
murdering the citizens
of Augusta, Georgia?
No, my foot stool is the one
murdering the citizens
of Augusta, Georgia.
I am the intellectual
author of these crimes.
But, why are you doing it?
I guess the question on the minds
of CSRA residents is, why us?
Here's an answer for
you, humans are delicious.
It is a pleasure to
consume and devour you.
And here's another answer,
humans are capable of terror.
Not the fear of the
reality of being eaten,
but the horror of the idea of being eaten.
But there is another answer.
I'm trying to make a statement.
What statement is that?
Come back to me.
You see, one of my kind has decided
she would be better off among your kind,
and I can't stand for that.
You see, she is a creature
of power, grace, and beauty.
She's worth a billion of you.
I see.
So if this woman were to
turn herself over to you?
Then the killings would stop,
and that is quite the leap of intuition
you've made there, Tanya.
You are 100% correct.
Once this special woman
has returned herself to us,
then the killings would stop.
That's what everybody
here wants, including her.
It's time.
Well, this interview's over.
I'd like to thank you
for giving me the
opportunity to say my piece.
You truly are a treasure, Tanya Steel.
I will be handling the broadcast.
You see, our friend Astrid here
can motivate any signal
that passes through her body
to send whatever message she wants it to.
Like what?
Put your hands on that console.
Put your hands on the laptop.
Now, I need you to form a
bridge between me and the video.
You been keeping tabs on our Rebecca?
She tried to tap the
Warders into Marcus,
so that by tracking her,
they would track him instead.
But she used a binding that
the Warders are sure to notice.
She's headed to them now,
thinking that they are headed to us.
Then she'll come in at the
last moment, and finish us off.
She is a crafty one.
So instead, she'll run into the Warders,
and then the detectives will interrupt.
You two are gonna make
sure the right people die,
and Rebecca is in the right place.
Every device that
receives a radio signal
will receive your message.
You two, go.
Rebecca, I'm setting the table
and we're gonna dine like we used to.
All right, guys, the monster is coming.
Are we ready?
We're ready, chief.
This is what we do.
Let's do this.
Are you the Warders,
here to stop the monsters
who have been committing
these terrible murders?
That's right, that's us.
No, ah, stop, it's not me!
I'm the victim here, ah!
Is that right?
You should see something,
latched onto my mind.
It feeds me visions of the things they do.
Use your scrying spell to see it.
You'll see it's not me, ah!
All right, I'll do that.
But as for you, you're
still an abomination.
And thank you very much for
bringing yourself to us,
that makes it so much easier.
We've already looked into
your gross little mind.
There, see that sigil?
Ah!
It was supposed to show you Marcus.
Marcus?
Don't worry, we'll get to him, eventually.
Police, nobody move!
Don't you do it!
All right, let's not make this any worse.
There's no need for another body here.
It'll look pretty silly
if I don't have anyone
to interrogate, you know?
But you're gonna be questioning her?
How 'bout starting with,
are you fucking human?
Don't turn your back on her,
she's at the center of all this shit.
Put down the knife, come with me,
and you can tell me all about it.
She's not gonna let that happen.
She's not gonna have
anything to say about it,
so put down the knife.
- Garrett?
- I see him.
Garrett!
Good, on your knees.
- You too.
- Me?
But I'm injured.
Then I won't cuff your hands
behind your back, let me see.
The fuck is that?
It burns.
There must've been
something on that knife.
We'll get you
into a medical facility
and we'll get you looked at.
But you're not getting out of our sight.
We've got a lot of questions
for you, you understand?
Hey, man!
What are you doing?
A night of darkness and
debauchery has descended upon us!
Are we ready to answer its call?
You hear that?
Listen. Let the beast out.
Astrid, I think it's
time that we get started.
Brick's group, they're not here.
No, this is the right spot.
They've gotta be close.
There.
I'll take the big one.
Ha.
You have all the fun, you know that?
Am I late for the party?
Oh no, sweetheart, you're right on time.
You son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch, ah!
afraid of you, you dumb mother fucker!
Now, how could anybody
wanna leave all this?
Are you feeling better now?
What?
I said, are
you feeling better now?
Oh, yes, thank you.
Good, clean bill of health.
So, where should we begin?
Shouldn't your partner
be in here, or something?
We're splitting duties.
She's talking to your
knife-wielding friend.
How do the two of you know each other?
No, we just met today.
Really?
And this group he represents, this cult.
How long have you known about them?
The cult?
Since I've been here.
Here, in this city?
No, before that.
And where were you before this?
Listen, this isn't about me.
You said you knew about this
cult before you came here.
Tell me about that.
I don't know what you've
already pieced together.
Assume I don't know anything,
just act like I'm a big, dumb idiot
that's gotta have to
hear everything twice.
Speak slowly, use small words,
take all the time you need.
There was a group I used to be with.
They're all monsters.
Their leader, a man named Damian,
he's in town.
Plans on killing a lot of people tonight.
He has a manifesto he
plans on broadcasting.
He's a terrorist.
Sounds like the two of
you have a lot of history,
but how's the guy hanging
out with my partner
in the other room, the
two leaded gentlemen
chilling out downtown,
get connected with you, and
this Damian character?
He plans on killing a
bunch of people, tonight.
Shouldn't you pass that
information on, or something?
If I have to give up
on having a full picture,
I guess I could run this out to dispatch,
but I'd have to be pretty comfortable
with answering any questions they had
by saying, gee, I don't know.
I'd look pretty stupid, but I
like looking stupid, don't I?
Fucking enjoy it.
You sound like your partner now.
I could never sound like her.
She's got all the brains
between the two of us.
All right, tell me about this Damian.
I'm gonna get some snacks, I'm starving.
Do you want anything?
No, thanks.
Suit yourself, then.
My, my, what an empty station.
You'd think nobody works here.
It's been a busy night.
Holmes, what are you doing
here this time of night?
You have our killer in custody.
It's exciting.
I'm here to offer my expertise
to get to the bottom of
her sick and demented mind.
What are you talking about, Doctor?
Maester.
See, the benefit of having these
is you can use them to listen.
Put them low to the ground,
and you can hear news,
important news, before anyone else.
And I heard there was a
gunfight by the river.
Two men died, a man and a woman
were brought into custody,
and I bet you have a lot of
questions about who they are,
and what they were doing
in that rundown shitty part of town.
Come back tomorrow.
Who's this, where's
your secretary, Ingrid?
Astrid.
Hey, don't go down that way.
I still haven't gotten a name.
My name is Marcus.
I'm something of a contemporary
of our Wendell here.
Detective, what was the
first thing I told you
about how to identify
our killer, or killers?
Look for someone who deals
in occult objects and art?
Yes, a profile that
Rebecca DeChance fits,
but what else, what else did I tell you?
That this kind of killer often
adopts an air of authority,
and what, takes on the name
of a known serial killer?
Maester Holmes, at your service.
Do you want a drink?
No, thank you.
Is something wrong?
Yeah, something.
What do you know, I thought so.
Hello there.
Who the fuck are you?
- Me?
- Oh.
I'm a fan.
I really admire your work.
Rebecca, finally face to face again.
You were the first one through.
Past that dusty corpse you
assigned to watch the cemetery,
while you focused all your
powers on warding the swamp.
Yes, the Dead One said one
of the weakest of our kind
managed to sneak under its gaze.
Should've thought of you first.
Well, we're here now,
here to take you back.
If I wanted to go back with you,
if I wanted to see any of you again,
why would I go through these lengths
to keep you from finding me?
Did you think that Damian
would allow his queen to abandon him?
- Leave me alone.
- Make us.
No, really.
Go ahead, tap into those powers you have.
Realize your true self.
Bring her out to play.
Then there won't be a shred
of that pretend person left.
Throw away your humanity.
It's the only way you'll
have enough raw power
to defeat us.
Well, we'll give you a bit of space now.
You have a lot to think about.
It was nice to see you again.
A real homecoming.
We've all missed you.
Yes?
Hello, gorgeous.
I found your apartment.
A real shithole.
I don't know how you do it.
I left a gift there for you.
I do hope you enjoy it.
You were always so hard to shop for.
I noticed that you
didn't have any souvenirs
of your human lover here in
this Spartan little space of yours.
That simply won't do.
You should always have
your favorite toys on hand.
That should be more than enough of him
to keep you satisfied.
But if you're interested in
the rest, I have it on hand.
Come find me.
We are overdue for a reunion.
I didn't know anything
about this, Justin.
How was I supposed to fucking know?
Rebecca, you're
Alive, what a shock.
Rebecca, I'm sorry.
I didn't know!
Look, we are in the middle of something,
so if you don't mind
fucking off, fuck off.
No, I was thinking that
we could have a word.
There were some men who
came around, three men,
kind of shitty looking,
kind of future corpse waiting to happen?
Ring any bells, girlfriend?
I'm about to ring your fucking bells
if you don't get out of
our fucking apartment.
Please try.
Justin, just leave it, okay?
Don't be mad at me.
It was your girlfriend
who crossed the line.
Rebecca, all they did
was ask me questions.
I mean, for Christ sake, what
the fuck was I supposed to do?
I think, given your
respective occupations,
you would understand the need
for a little fucking discretion.
Watch it.
Fuck, Justin.
You guys have been
fighting the entire time
I've lived in this fucking apartment.
I would assume you would be fighting
because your girlfriend is a whore.
Fuck you.
Oh, fuck!
Justin?
Justin!
Stay away from her.
Cameron died.
He's dead, because of you.
But, I think I'm ready to forgive you.
Yeah?
I need help, getting back
at the people behind this,
the ones who murdered Cameron?
They killed all those other people, too.
You fucked up, but you
can make it up to me.
Yeah?
Would you like that?
Would you like to help
me make this all right?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Say "Yes Rebecca, I
would like to help you."
Yes Rebecca, I'd like to help you.
Good.
There, that should be enough.
Thank you, Christie.
That was very helpful, I forgive you.
All right, Damian, you win.
I give up my humanity.
Let's see what you won.
Oh, there you are.
I'll take that.
But that, that, I can't touch.
I'll need you to hold
onto it, keep it close.
There, that's a good thing.
Well, I think I did a good
job setting all this up.
Must be nice to hear
someone say it out loud.
I'd expect some enthusiasm.
I mean, I could've been killed
out there all by myself.
Snuck past the Dead One,
I know one of those occultists
noticed the moment I did.
The Warders came so fast.
Ask Astrid, we really
had to watch our step.
I'm sure it's all she can talk about.
Really, what is it gonna take
for me to get the recognition I deserve?
I recommend lowering your expectations.
The only thing I'm gonna lower, hold on.
Here's our girl.
Oh and she is juiced.
I see you've let your hair down.
I'm going to destroy
you, Wendell, you hear me?
Oo, threaten me with a good time.
Now, let's not do anything
stupid here, Rebecca.
Stupid?
What's stupid is coming here to find me,
ruining my human life,
and then staying to
find what happens next.
Well, I'll show you what happens next.
I think you
should talk to Damian first.
I'll talk to you first.
Look who finally came out to play.
Is that all you got?
You've seen what he can do, submit!
Don't make him trap you inside the wall.
You'll become a part of
the decay, falling apart,
crumbling bit by bit.
Please.
Hi, Rebecca.
What's wrong with him?
He's drunk.
He doesn't know his
limits, and neither do you.
You don't know when you've been beaten.
Did you not see the holocaust
I made of your butlers?
You killed a couple of humans
before you came to face us?
You figured it'd give you enough power?
Sweetheart, we've eaten dozens of humans.
You really came to this knife fight
armed with nothing but
your pointy little nipples.
Did I really?
Now ladies, don't go fighting over me.
Is this your queen, Damian?
Is this the dark goddess,
ruler of the night,
before whom all should tremble?
Is this what you've been searching for,
from one world to the next?
Is it really?
I'm deciding.
Get your hands off of me.
Yeah, that looks more like her.
So, Rebecca.
There's no going back to the human world,
only coming back to me.
Are you prepared to once again
be with the ones you love?
When I left, I left.
You are never going to
have me back, Damian.
It doesn't matter what
you take away from me,
what opportunities you ruin,
or how you try to break me.
I have left.
This is your last chance.
No, Damian, this is your last chance.
If that's how you really feel about it.
About fucking time.
You made the wrong choice, Rebecca.
You've really broken my heart,
but if you plan on standing against me,
please tell me how you
plan on defeating me.
It'll take a little bit of help.
Stop!
Aren't you going to finish me off?
Here, here's what you deserve!
Here's what you've earned!
This is what you came here for!
Welcome to the world of
day, world of humans.
Wherever you go, Warders will follow.
Welcome to being hunted.
Thank you for coming.
This much death and carnage,
we lost one of our own cabals,
and you know the one responsible?
Rebecca isn't responsible.
She was trying to get away from all that.
The land of night, the cult of death?
She wanted a human life.
Yet, she caused so much death.
Death and other horrors.
Yes.
She marked the leader, Damian.
I have bound the signature
to a scrying charm, here.
I see two charms.
The other is tuned to Rebecca.
So has she crossed the line?
Lost her way in the
dark, fed the wrong wolf?
Is it time for me to hunt her
down like the monster she is?
Yes.
between this world, and any other.
It's a lot of work to cross between them,
but they aren't that far apart.
Worlds of darkness, of decay, of death.
Worlds of pure oblivion,
and those of pure nightmare
are woven together.
Take a wrong turn, and you could step into
one of those unknown and deadly places.
If you stop, wherever you are,
and try to focus on the
edges of your own vision,
you might spot something.
A shape, a form.
It might be one of us,
for only a moment, as your
world lines up with ours.
Sometimes, as if out of a nightmare,
something will come through.
By accident, by chance, one of
us screaming into your world.
But if one of us knows how to cross over,
and intends to,
a creature of night coming
to stand proud and tall
in the land of the day,
then all of you will
have quite a lot to fear.
- Oh.
- Chris, Christie!
What the fuck are you doing?
Get your ass back in here!
Justin, Justin, fuck me.
Harder, harder Justin, oh yeah.
Oh, yeah, oh!
Justin, ah, fuck me harder, ah, Justin!
Ooh, harder.
Hey, you straight?
You good, bruh?
Oh, it's all good.
Hey just back up
before I blast you, fool.
Help yourself.
Oh shit, where it at bruh?
Where could it be?
Hey, I was just playin' with you.
Where could it be?
I was just playing.
Chill, bruh.
Can I help you, miss?
Oh, I'm not.
I was just, um.
Jesus tap fucking Christ.
Didn't someone set up a perimeter?
Ma'am, can I ask what you're doing here?
Okay, that's not overly fucking helpful.
How 'bout I get a name,
occupation, place of residence?
Some fucking explanation
of what you're doing
walking into a crime scene?
Fuck's sake, Garrett,
cut the girl some slack.
She's probably having a pretty
rough day right about now.
Thanks for that, good cop.
See, that's good cop.
And that makes me the bad cop.
Now that you've met both of us,
now it's time to make with some answers.
My name is Rebecca, Rebecca DeChance.
I live downtown, by the
river, near the armory.
I was just out for a walk.
What's with the bag?
I like to pack a lunch.
Did this man die today,
or has it been longer?
You can read all about it
when we get the press
release out, but until then,
would you be a doll and not
talk to anybody about this?
Unless there's something
you wanna tell us.
No, no, this is the
first time I've seen this.
Well, you've got a strong stomach
for this being your first time.
If you think of anything
to tell us, reach me here.
Off you go, Rebecca DeChance.
Hey!
Stay safe now.
Hello ladies and gentlemen,
this is Tanya Steel,
"Action News," where we are the story.
I'm coming to you live from
the site of a grisly murder
that has captured the
attention of the entire nation.
Policeman Shirley Garrett
is in charge of this investigation.
Shirley, what can you tell
us about this horrible crime?
That's Detective Garrett, and uh...
What we have here is decapitation
by a single stroke of a sharp object,
probably a machete or a sword.
Do you suspect a
martial arts enthusiast?
Is this perhaps the work
of a reclusive ninja,
or the graduate of some modern
gladiator training program?
Of course we can only
speculate at this time,
but what is clear from the
disposition of the body,
yes, it's clear that this
murder happened suddenly,
catching the victim by surprise.
And what can you tell
us about the victim?
The victim was an out of
work construction worker.
His family has been
notified of his demise.
We have no further information
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Crazy time to be alive now, huh?
- So you're Rebecca, right?
- Right.
I'm Christie, I'm your neighbor.
Nice to put a name to the face.
- Christie?
- Yeah, that's right.
So you're up late hours, huh?
I guess that's because my
boyfriend and I kinda keep you up?
Sorry about that.
Yeah, you guys seem
to fight all the time.
Yeah, that's us.
Don't be too hard on Justin, huh?
He really is a sweet guy.
Just a little intense sometimes.
That's why I fell for him.
Got my lady hard-on for
the intense bad boys,
you know, right?
I do.
Well, I never see
anybody in your apartment.
Oh my gosh, I'm sorry.
That sounded really bad.
It's all right, it's fine.
Well, forgive me if I'm overstepping,
but if you'd like to
change that, you know,
have a guy around,
you should come out with us tonight.
I know a guy, just your type.
My type?
Trust me, I got an eye
for this kind of thing.
You see those creeps over there?
I'll see you at the Frog Hole tonight?
Yeah, sounds good, I gotta run.
Hey.
Aha ha ha ha!
Who that?
What the fuck is this?
Help me, help me!
And here she is.
That is a cute top.
And speaking of cute
tops, this is Cameron.
You must be Rebecca.
Oh, Christie tells me you're
A practitioner of a very
dull and boring profession.
Yes, I am an insurance adjuster.
Please, do your best to
keep your hands off me.
Once she hears how much
that boring ass job pays,
she's gonna have to try her
best to keep her panties dry.
Well Rebecca, what are you into?
What kind of things do you like to do?
I'm sort of in between things right now.
I'm kinda into, I do
kinda arts and crafts.
Okay, well let me go get
a couple drinks for us,
and we'll talk about it
when I get back, okay?
Okay, can I deliver, or can I deliver?
He's nice.
Where'd you find him?
I met him through a client,
but don't let that intimidate you.
He's one of the good ones.
To be honest, it's nice
to have someone, you know,
introduced to you?
It's been hard to find someone on my own.
So what's all this I
hear about arts and crafts?
I didn't know you got up to anything
in that old apartment of yours.
You into old world stuff?
Very old world.
No one's seen it, though.
It's my, my work's not ready
for the general public.
Well, that is awesome.
Girl, I am so jealous of creative types.
I'm completely useless with my hands,
outside of the service industry, that is.
Oh, here he is.
Cameron, your date for this evening
is just dying to tell
you all about her art.
She has a passion for the
aesthetic of the old world.
I'm all ears.
Who do you think will get here first,
forensics, the occultist,
or that damn reporter?
That goddamn woman is
like a fuckin' swamp rat.
Now, now, she is the story.
It's our fault for being in her way.
Course we would have to
pull a psycho demon worshiper.
Or demon.
What, is that supposed to be funny?
Hardly.
I'd prefer a demon to a
human that could do this.
Demon's easier to figure out.
Probably more straightforward
to exorcize while we're at it.
Where'd I find you in the first place?
The corner, where bad cops
are left out to gather dust.
What I wouldn't give
to send you back there.
Love you too.
Excuse me, this is a crime scene.
Are you expected here?
I was told detectives
Garrett and Jackson
were awaiting my sage and expert advice.
You must be the occult expert.
Wendell Holmes, maester.
My secretary, Astrid.
That's a strange name.
I'm a strange bird.
My, my, my, my, now this is a looker.
Thank you for coming
on such short notice.
No, after the first murder,
I knew I simply had to see the next one.
It has all the hallmarks of a ritual.
Enlighten me, professor.
No, no, I'm not a professor.
Professors teach at universities.
I'm a maester, it's an older pedigree.
And your secretary?
Is very helpful, when needed.
He's all yours, maestro.
No, not maestro, maester.
Regardless, here.
A signpost on the way to chaos.
The intestines have ritual significance.
Entrails are used to read the future.
They provide portents of things to come.
The tongue is a means of
making an announcement.
There will be more deaths, and
they will be more gruesome.
It gets more gruesome than this?
The first victim was beheaded.
That have any ritual significance?
Like uncorking a bottle of wine,
the forces of nature have
been called to witness.
The red power of murder
Has been called into action.
Blood will flow, slaughter will commence.
So that's motive.
Can you give us any insight
into the killer's identity?
Look for new arrivals in town.
Anyone who's been here less than a year.
Your killer, or killers, will likely deal
in occult art and philosophy.
For ritual significance,
they will take on an air of authority.
It's common for individuals such as this
to take the name of a serial killer.
Or a reference to
fate, destiny, or chance.
Did you say chance?
Something strike you as familiar?
Who was that woman that walked
into the first crime scene?
DeChance, Rebecca DeChance.
Sound like one of your cultists?
That is an interesting lead, Detective.
Yes, I would say that does sound
like our hypothetical cultist.
Perhaps further investigation is needed?
It would be a shame to
pass up a lead like that.
Sure, we'll look into the DeChance lady.
Thank you for your
expertise, Maester Holmes.
It was the least I could do, Detective.
Consider me at your service.
Well, that was something else.
Cameron, you're very sweet.
I'm very glad you think so.
If I had to leave, suddenly,
would you come with me?
Why would you have to leave suddenly?
If I did, would you leave
everything and come with me?
Why would something like that happen?
Nothing, never mind.
No, I'm sorry.
You're trying to tell me something here,
but it's a little sudden, isn't it?
I mean, where's this coming from?
That would be hard to explain.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
made you uncomfortable.
Tell me what's on your
mind, I'll work with ya.
My problems aren't
your problems just yet.
Well, when they are, just
tell me what I need to do.
Okay.
Detective Garrett, what
a surprise to see you here.
Excuse me?
You are the detectives
who are investigating
the grotesque murders in Phinizy Swamp.
How do you know my name?
From your television interviews.
That's some eye
you've got there, ma'am.
Call me Martha.
What is all this stuff?
A bit of this, and a bit of that.
We can't represent the
universe in a single image,
nor can we explain it
all in a single sentence.
Takes a warehouse to feng
shui a universe, I guess.
Something like that.
So detectives, what can I do for you?
We're pursuing a lead
that these killings
have an occult motivation.
Anything you care to say about that?
The occult is a rather large subject.
From the location of the murders alone,
I would hazard two guesses.
The first is that it's
some ritual of renewal.
The other guess?
A murder, a blood sacrifice,
can be a means of summoning,
A calling forth
something from the beyond.
That doesn't sound good.
No.
What kind of somethings
would the killer be summoning?
Monsters, demons,
nightmares, that about right?
Listen, I'm more concerned
about the killer.
Give me your hand.
You have already met the killer.
You are closer to your
answer than you are aware.
What about the killer?
Your killer has already
crossed over from the beyond.
They're likely to be very dangerous.
Man or woman?
Both.
There will be more if the
summoning is successful.
Hey, I've got bad dreams like that.
Can you do a reading on me
and tell me what they mean?
Detective, if this is
related to your case,
then I don't mind doing my civic duty,
but if it is personal, I
charge $25 for a half hour.
Never mind that.
Have you ever heard the
name Rebecca DeChance?
Oh, yes.
She is known to me.
She comes in here from time to time.
She makes these sorts
of charms and fetishes.
Do you know her well?
You might say that.
I'm something of a fairy godmother to her.
Thank you for your time, Ms. Pembroke.
Martha, please.
And do be careful out there, detectives,
even in your dreams.
Yes, Rebecca, Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Yes.
Yes.
Rebecca.
This is where the first one
came through, more than once.
Gate's over there, by that grave.
The one that came out here,
it's anchored to the ones
that came through there first.
But that first one is
keeping the others out?
Now all the other
wards are breaking down,
how many more could we be facing?
Before it's over, six, seven?
Wouldn't expect much more than that.
That's too many.
We're gonna need more people.
We'll have more people.
We best be getting outta here.
Regular investigators
are gonna be here soon.
Another day, another murder.
Everyone wants to know, am I next?
Excuse me, sir.
Are you afraid for your life right now?
Well, hell no.
And why is that?
'Cause I got a gun right here,
and I'm not afraid to flex
my Second Amendment rights.
I'll drop your ass.
Fascinating, I see.
And you plan to defend
yourself in case of attack?
Well, shit yes.
See, the way I figure it,
if you wanna beat the killer,
you gotta be a killer.
Someone tried to kill me, that's fine.
I'mma be a killer.
Am I right?
Right.
Right.
Right.
Right on.
Right.
What's your name, girl?
Okay.
Now, some people are expressing
a come and get me attitude
towards this killer.
Do you share that mentality?
Oh no, my mentality is
clear across the river.
If someone wants a piece of
that killer, they can have it.
I'm gonna be keeping to myself just fine,
thank you very much.
So you are scared for
your life right now?
I'm scared shit less.
I mean, what if the killer
decides that I'm next?
I'd be straight killed.
You wouldn't want that.
No, fuckin' A, I mean,
who wants to be killed,
and dismembered, their
intestines all over the place?
It's disgusting.
Besides, I wouldn't look
good on camera like that.
No, you wouldn't.
The way I see it is, if I see a killer,
I'm gonna run my ass off, you hear me?
Run my fucking ass off.
Now that sounds like a good idea.
Well, there you are.
I was wondering at what
point you would come in
to see your old friend
and protector, Martha.
Not exactly the quickest thing, are you?
My wards are breaking down.
You made the acquaintance
of the police, I understand.
They came in here asking about you.
I have done nothing
to violate your trust.
Good, I cherish you for
what you are, Rebecca my dear.
But if you have been killing people,
there is nothing I can
do to keep you safe.
The Warders are probably in town already.
I saw them on my block.
I would steer clear of them.
Let them sniff out the real killers,
whoever or whatever that is.
Rebecca, they are not a
priesthood, nor are they police.
They're vigilantes.
They are very close to serial killers,
so who's to say how many
innocent victims they have?
But they are a necessary force,
and they are responsible for
keeping normal people safe.
So, the Warders will talk to you soon?
I won't tell them about
you, Rebecca my dear.
As long as there's nothing to tell.
I just don't wanna keep
looking over my shoulder.
Rebecca, sweetheart, don't give me that.
I know what you're capable of.
It would be unfortunate for
the Warders if they found you.
I'm supposed to be
changing, becoming more human.
You aren't?
If I was, then they
wouldn't be able to track me.
Seeing anyone?
Yes.
Well, that's a good place to start.
Nothing like a man to make
you feel more like a woman.
Is it a man?
It is.
Focus on that.
Follow the feelings that this
relationship evokes in you.
They will arm, and armor you.
And then you will find out
what it means to be human.
You will find that you
have something to lose.
Finally, you'll be a real
girl, there at long last.
And be aware that I'm not
keeping any secrets for you.
I'm a practitioner of the old ways,
and a keeper of this world.
I understand.
Make sure the police have
nothing to hold against you.
That's going to be your
biggest job right now,
and keep away from those Warders.
And discover the power of love.
There are worse plans to have.
Just stopped by the
local witchcraft emporium.
Had to get my chi recharged.
What's your top off policy?
Is the witch someone
we need to worry about?
Do you want me to gut her?
I can make it sexy.
No, we don't need the heat.
There's bound to be hunters.
Can we hunt them?
No, dearest, we already have our quarry.
We need to stay focused.
Are you sure that
your plan is gonna work?
It's worked so far, hasn't it?
Maybe your luck's about to run out.
Our luck is going to hold up just fine.
All we need to do is keep to our purpose.
See you soon, sweetheart.
He was different, not
like the rest of us.
Back home, where I come from,
each of us is exceptional, gifted.
But, without direction
we sort of wander around.
We eat, we fuck, and we
don't put much thought
into where all of it's going.
Sounds like quite the life.
But not him, he's
focused, a force of nature.
He has a talent for learning
what each of us really is,
what we're capable of,
and he knows how to get us to
do things, whatever he wants.
And he has a vision, ambition,
a plan for each of us.
And you got away from
him, and his plans?
Where I come from,
no one gets away from him.
So, bet he was pretty
pissed when you up and split.
I'm not scared of him.
I'm scared of going back.
I'm scared I won't be
strong enough to stay here.
Well, you know Justin and I,
we have some pretty tough friends,
so you don't need to
be worried about that.
No, that's not it.
It's not that they'll force me to go back,
or anything like that.
It's that he'll say something,
and I won't be able to stay,
and I'll want to go back
to dance in the midnight light,
and fit myself into his plan.
He sounds like quite the man.
He is, and that's the problem.
If it was just him, I don't
think I ever would've left,
but the place where I come from,
everything is so stark.
Every action is so final.
But at the same time,
nothing ever really changes.
Where you come from?
You make it sound like it's a
distant planet or something.
Where you come from?
Where are you from, anyway?
Some mystical place like New York?
It's not that far away, actually.
It's more like a different state of mind.
A different state of mind?
My friend Rebecca here comes
from a different state of mind.
Try to forgive her for not
understanding our ways.
Something like that.
So what are you gonna do?
Work on my fundamentals.
I have to connect with
what makes me a person.
Sounds deep.
Listen, I kinda feel the need
to clear the air on something.
You know, when Justin
and I fight at night,
it's not serious.
Like I'm not in any danger.
So, you know, there's no need to call the
- Cops?
- Yeah.
I think I understand the situation.
I'm in sort of the same boat myself.
The last thing I want is the authorities
involved with my man troubles.
Well then, in that case,
your secret is safe with me,
and you can talk my ear off
about it anytime you want.
I hope you're comfortable.
Need a drink, coffee?
I'm good, thank you.
If you'd prefer a soda,
or maybe something without any caffeine.
- You're not the good cop.
- What?
He's the good cop.
You're the bad cop.
Huh, let me get into character.
What the fuck were you doing in the swamp?
I was working on my tan.
Was it for religious reasons, Rebecca?
I guess you could say that.
I'm sure you prefer to
think of it as a philosophy,
or way of life, or something like that.
Let's put it on the line, Rebecca.
Spiritual beliefs, a series of practice
that improve your everyday
life, a religion.
Is that why you were out in the swamp?
The rituals are protective.
I was helping by warding the
people of Augusta from evil.
Did it work?
How did you know the
people needed protection?
Don't most people need protection?
Isn't that why there's cops?
Isn't something always coming?
Not in the way that places
you at the scene of a crime.
I'd be pretty dumb to murder that man,
and then come back to check on the body.
Maybe you're pretty dumb.
Look, I didn't kill anyone.
My practice is white magic.
I do wards and protective
circles, just ask Martha.
And why would I ask Martha?
Who's Martha?
You know, you talked to her earlier.
Did we?
Now why would we talk
to this Martha woman?
Because you did talk to her.
You know exactly who I'm talking about.
Because you've been
asking around about us.
Seems suspicious.
Keeping tabs on the investigation?
Must know something we don't.
Who's the killer, Rebecca?
Is there more than one?
I can't tell you.
Because you don't know?
What do you know, Rebecca?
What can you tell us?
Colloidal silver is an ingestible form
of supernatural repellent.
Prolonged use can lead to argyria,
or silver poisoning, but it's
safe to take in large amounts
for weeks to months at a time.
Cute.
You'd better be aware that
while you've been watching us,
we've been watching you.
We still are, too.
Anything you tell us,
you're saving yourself
a lot of trouble if we find out first.
We'd be very appreciative
if you'd let us be lazy.
And almost vengeful if you make us work.
We are public servants, after all.
Are you guys keeping
me here, or can I go?
Yeah, you're free to
go, but don't leave town.
We'll contact you with further questions.
Call us anytime.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, she's from outta town.
About a 9.5 if you ask me.
That don't sound like I'm
being too high, does it?
Like I'm being desperate?
Heard that turns chicks off.
DeChance, is it?
Oh yes, such a unique name.
That girl has the loveliest complexion.
She keeps to herself, real quiet type.
I've seen her around town
with some of the locals,
but can't say she ever caused any trouble.
Kind of an artist by reputation.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, I went on a date with her once.
She ordered a sandwich.
She just sat there,
bug-eyed, drilling into me.
Didn't even eat her sandwich,
and I gotta pay for it?
Fuck that bitch.
Rebecca DeChance?
Yeah, I know her.
Who's asking?
Just some concerned citizens.
We heard you two were close.
Neighbors, actually.
We'd be happy if you'd answer
a few of our questions.
Come out, Dead One.
Come out and speak with me.
Using the old magic, are we?
Aren't you forbidden?
Haven't you sworn off those ways?
Things have changed.
I'm being pursued.
People are in danger.
What do you care for?
They're only people.
I care about them.
Some of them, anyway.
I put you here to guard the way
against any others of my kind.
And you never thought
that I would resent that role?
I never thought you
would risk the torments
that would come upon failing your duty.
Oh yes, the honor of the old ways.
I curse the maester who ever taught me
to honor the old ways.
But you were a wolf among sheep.
Think about the great works
that defined your life.
And now what am I?
I've been led to the
slaughter like all the others,
and my pelt has been put up
to block the draft from the other world.
Stop with the self-pity.
Oh, oh, but isn't that
the name of the game,
to see which one of us
could be the more pathetic mortal human?
I need something practical.
Okay, some advice.
Listen to your passions.
You're a woman, your
body knows what it needs.
Surely your own body wouldn't deceive you.
Whoever told you that garbage
never spent a day as a woman.
Oh yes, what do I know?
I'm only an old bag of bones.
You're a bag of something.
Okay, I try.
Stay calm.
Use your reasoning.
That's what separates
humans from wild beasts.
I can't decide which is less helpful.
They are quite
contradictory, aren't they?
Those mortal humans?
Of course, you could just find sacrifices
and shed the blood of
man to seal the breach.
You only need what, three for every one,
plus one for the breach itself?
Provided you find a virgin.
Better start looking.
Enough!
Why don't you just use your real powers?
You don't need this human magic.
Enough!
So there's nothing you can do for me?
I just sit here and guard
the way, until it drains me,
which will be soon.
Three of them have already come through.
Three of your kind, yes.
They've been making
sacrifices over in the swamps.
They're very clever, but
they're not very strong.
Not yet, anyways.
So, that's how they come through?
They're not very strong?
The first one, yes.
But now that they're all here,
they're all getting stronger together.
Damian?
I don't know the names of your kind.
You know far better
who's after you than I.
You aren't much help.
I am but a tool!
I serve my purpose, until
I am used up and gone.
If you want a kinder way,
then find a kinder religion.
I do enjoy our chats,
daughter of darkness.
I think it's time
that I introduce myself.
I shall be known to you as Damian,
and it is only fair that I
give you my side of the story.
Here's my side of things.
Once upon a time, there
was a magical kingdom,
a land where no one ever died.
The people of this kingdom
lived always in night,
so everything they did was as a dream.
The kings and queens of
this land were like gods,
hunting beneath the harrowing
moon for thousands of years,
until someone better came
along, and dethroned them.
There was such a couple, a
man and a woman, lovers both,
who turned this world upside down.
They became the gods of the night world,
and they believed they would
be happy forever, together.
But the woman, she betrayed
the man, poisoned him.
And while he suffered, she fled,
found a new home, free from him.
She sought to be free from his love,
so when he was strong enough,
he sought the woman out.
He knew that she needed
a chance to be forgiven,
so that she could once again be herself,
whether in the land of
night, or in the land of day.
Well, here we are.
Look at us.
Is this all of us?
This is all, everyone
who's coming through.
It was set up so you'd
be the last one through.
The strongest last,
and the weakest first.
I snuck past the wards,
I came into this world,
and carried out the ritual.
I did good.
Well, look at you go.
And tell me, oh great sneak,
what else have you accomplished
to make way for me, your sovereign?
Yes, I made contact with
the local authorities.
I fed them information,
and led them to the local occultists.
Now what did you
accomplish by doing that?
Why would you forsake the sacred wisdom
of staying out of sight?
I planted the idea that the
killings are an occult ritual,
then sent the police to
interview the occultists.
If they encounter any Warders,
they'll be inclined to
think they are the killers.
Serviceable, I approve.
Now, what of our Rebecca?
Have you seen her, how's she look?
Human.
Well, we'll have to
do something about that.
I'm ready to do anything
to get our dear sister
back to her old self.
Should I undo some of the wards
that the witch Martha has put on Rebecca?
The wards are weakened.
I've already been able
to reach into her dreams.
What a wonderful place to meet her.
Time enough for that.
I say we let a little
madness in the world first.
I'll come out and say
it, Rebecca, I'm scared.
The police talked to me.
They found me at work,
and they asked about you.
And that scared you?
I thought you were here to protect me.
I'm sorry, that was unkind.
What'd you tell them?
What's there to tell them?
You think Christie will
do well with the police?
Christie?
She'll tell them what it's
like to be your neighbor.
What else can she say?
Nothing, I guess.
Rebecca, Rebecca?
Nothing.
Never mind.
Listen, I want you to do something,
but I'm worried you'll say no.
Because it's something pagan,
and I know you're not
into spiritual things,
but I'd feel a lot better
if you carried this
around, to keep you safe.
Sure, but what about the police?
That's what concerns me.
It shouldn't.
I don't have a record,
and that's gonna make
them more suspicious.
They'll look into me harder,
but they can't hold me on just suspicion.
What do you mean, no record?
No criminal record?
No record at all?
I have a complicated past.
I'm gathering that.
Look, you said you would tell me the truth
when it became my business.
The cops have interviewed
me, now it's my business.
My first concern is making
sure that you're safe.
I can take care of myself.
I wanna make sure you're safe.
I am the last person
in any danger right now.
For fuck's sake, come clean to the cops.
Can't you help people from getting killed?
Okay, Cameron, here's the truth.
There isn't just one killer,
there's at least three,
could be a dozen,
but it's not just them, either.
There's some vigilante mafia after them,
and if I keep my head down long enough,
the two groups will find each
other before they can find me.
This isn't gonna last much longer.
Rebecca, what's going to happen?
We'll just have to see.
We need to talk.
I should say so.
You need to keep a lower profile.
There's no time for that.
I need you to get a message
to the Warders who are hunting here.
Eala, go.
I can't keep you safe from those Warders.
Look, I'm supposed to be human,
so I can't just sit and watch people die.
How can I not take a risk to stop that?
People do it every day.
Part of being human is being powerless.
That's not good enough, I
have to bring this to an end.
Oh, the Warders will
bring this to an end.
They'll end you.
I'll take the risk.
Here, pass this along.
They can use it to trace
me, but I've redirected it.
They'll trace my dreams, but
my family put themselves there,
so this charm will take the
Warders to them instead.
You have great faith
in your own rituals.
I have the conviction
to take a risk in order to save lives.
All right.
I'll do it.
I hope you know what you're doing.
This is a world I
can sink my teeth into.
This is a country for the damned.
You should see the homeless people
who sleep in the parking lot.
We've already made the
acquaintance of "Action News,"
where they are the story.
Pride is a perfect place to start.
Congratulations, "Action News" team.
You are the lucky ones.
And who the fuck are you?
My name is Damian, and I'm the reason
that any of this has even happened.
Listen, numb nuts,
I'm Tanya fuckin' Steel,
and I don't know who the
fuck you think you are.
I'm Damian, are you hard of hearing?
I'm not gonna stand
here and listen to you.
You didn't answer my question.
Are you hard of hearing?
This one's interesting looking.
Can I turn him inside out?
Yes.
Pretty cool, huh?
So much going on under the surface.
Beautiful, wouldn't you agree?
Wouldn't you agree?
- Yeah, god, yeah it's-
- Beautiful?
Yeah, it's beautiful.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
So are we ready
to get this interview started?
Now, who gets to make that decision?
You do, Damian.
Then why are you rushing me?
- I just thought-
- Ah.
Can you do something for me, doll?
Uh-huh.
I want you to tell Wendell
to shut her fuckin' mouth.
- I-
- No, Wendell.
That's Wendell.
You are not Wendell, you are Tanya.
There's Wendell over there.
Now look at Wendell, and tell Wendell
to shut her fuckin' mouth.
Wendell, shut your fuckin' mouth.
There.
Everything is once again in order.
Now, let's get ready for our interview.
I'mma give you a minute to
come up with some questions,
but you better be on your best
because this is the
interview of a lifetime.
There, much better.
Marcus, Wendell, get
your humans together.
Hi, do I know you?
No, you don't.
Did you do this to me?
No, that was Marcus.
He did this.
You're just like him, aren't you?
Well, yes.
But, I'm, I'm...
What the fuck?
Warders.
Christie, are you?
Rebecca DeChance?
Rebecca lives next door.
She's seeing a guy named
Cameron, I set them up.
No, it's no problem.
Enough money will buy you anything.
Okay, then.
Cho-chorum negisi klaravat.
Maysarum viay varum braetari evult!
All right, my beautiful little creature.
Show me where these Warders are.
Show them where Marcus is.
Cameron, it's me.
I need you to get somewhere safe.
No, not your apartment, someplace else,
anywhere else, someplace public,
but not any place you've been
with Justin and Christie.
In fact, stay away from
Justin and Christie.
Just trust me, please.
It'll all be over soon.
What do you think she's up to?
I don't know.
Me either, but she's up to something.
Now I need a foot stool.
Now, everything's ready,
and everyone is in their proper place.
Could you introduce yourself
to our audience at home?
That wasn't right.
You're supposed to say, "Hello everyone,
I'm Tanya Steel of "Action
News," where we are the story."
Try it again.
Hello everyone, I'm Tanya
Steel of "Action News,"
where we are the story.
We'll keep it.
Go ahead.
I am here with the man who
claims to be at the center
of the bizarre brutal series of murders
that have rocked this Southern community.
So Damian, are you the one
murdering the citizens
of Augusta, Georgia?
No, my foot stool is the one
murdering the citizens
of Augusta, Georgia.
I am the intellectual
author of these crimes.
But, why are you doing it?
I guess the question on the minds
of CSRA residents is, why us?
Here's an answer for
you, humans are delicious.
It is a pleasure to
consume and devour you.
And here's another answer,
humans are capable of terror.
Not the fear of the
reality of being eaten,
but the horror of the idea of being eaten.
But there is another answer.
I'm trying to make a statement.
What statement is that?
Come back to me.
You see, one of my kind has decided
she would be better off among your kind,
and I can't stand for that.
You see, she is a creature
of power, grace, and beauty.
She's worth a billion of you.
I see.
So if this woman were to
turn herself over to you?
Then the killings would stop,
and that is quite the leap of intuition
you've made there, Tanya.
You are 100% correct.
Once this special woman
has returned herself to us,
then the killings would stop.
That's what everybody
here wants, including her.
It's time.
Well, this interview's over.
I'd like to thank you
for giving me the
opportunity to say my piece.
You truly are a treasure, Tanya Steel.
I will be handling the broadcast.
You see, our friend Astrid here
can motivate any signal
that passes through her body
to send whatever message she wants it to.
Like what?
Put your hands on that console.
Put your hands on the laptop.
Now, I need you to form a
bridge between me and the video.
You been keeping tabs on our Rebecca?
She tried to tap the
Warders into Marcus,
so that by tracking her,
they would track him instead.
But she used a binding that
the Warders are sure to notice.
She's headed to them now,
thinking that they are headed to us.
Then she'll come in at the
last moment, and finish us off.
She is a crafty one.
So instead, she'll run into the Warders,
and then the detectives will interrupt.
You two are gonna make
sure the right people die,
and Rebecca is in the right place.
Every device that
receives a radio signal
will receive your message.
You two, go.
Rebecca, I'm setting the table
and we're gonna dine like we used to.
All right, guys, the monster is coming.
Are we ready?
We're ready, chief.
This is what we do.
Let's do this.
Are you the Warders,
here to stop the monsters
who have been committing
these terrible murders?
That's right, that's us.
No, ah, stop, it's not me!
I'm the victim here, ah!
Is that right?
You should see something,
latched onto my mind.
It feeds me visions of the things they do.
Use your scrying spell to see it.
You'll see it's not me, ah!
All right, I'll do that.
But as for you, you're
still an abomination.
And thank you very much for
bringing yourself to us,
that makes it so much easier.
We've already looked into
your gross little mind.
There, see that sigil?
Ah!
It was supposed to show you Marcus.
Marcus?
Don't worry, we'll get to him, eventually.
Police, nobody move!
Don't you do it!
All right, let's not make this any worse.
There's no need for another body here.
It'll look pretty silly
if I don't have anyone
to interrogate, you know?
But you're gonna be questioning her?
How 'bout starting with,
are you fucking human?
Don't turn your back on her,
she's at the center of all this shit.
Put down the knife, come with me,
and you can tell me all about it.
She's not gonna let that happen.
She's not gonna have
anything to say about it,
so put down the knife.
- Garrett?
- I see him.
Garrett!
Good, on your knees.
- You too.
- Me?
But I'm injured.
Then I won't cuff your hands
behind your back, let me see.
The fuck is that?
It burns.
There must've been
something on that knife.
We'll get you
into a medical facility
and we'll get you looked at.
But you're not getting out of our sight.
We've got a lot of questions
for you, you understand?
Hey, man!
What are you doing?
A night of darkness and
debauchery has descended upon us!
Are we ready to answer its call?
You hear that?
Listen. Let the beast out.
Astrid, I think it's
time that we get started.
Brick's group, they're not here.
No, this is the right spot.
They've gotta be close.
There.
I'll take the big one.
Ha.
You have all the fun, you know that?
Am I late for the party?
Oh no, sweetheart, you're right on time.
You son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch, ah!
afraid of you, you dumb mother fucker!
Now, how could anybody
wanna leave all this?
Are you feeling better now?
What?
I said, are
you feeling better now?
Oh, yes, thank you.
Good, clean bill of health.
So, where should we begin?
Shouldn't your partner
be in here, or something?
We're splitting duties.
She's talking to your
knife-wielding friend.
How do the two of you know each other?
No, we just met today.
Really?
And this group he represents, this cult.
How long have you known about them?
The cult?
Since I've been here.
Here, in this city?
No, before that.
And where were you before this?
Listen, this isn't about me.
You said you knew about this
cult before you came here.
Tell me about that.
I don't know what you've
already pieced together.
Assume I don't know anything,
just act like I'm a big, dumb idiot
that's gotta have to
hear everything twice.
Speak slowly, use small words,
take all the time you need.
There was a group I used to be with.
They're all monsters.
Their leader, a man named Damian,
he's in town.
Plans on killing a lot of people tonight.
He has a manifesto he
plans on broadcasting.
He's a terrorist.
Sounds like the two of
you have a lot of history,
but how's the guy hanging
out with my partner
in the other room, the
two leaded gentlemen
chilling out downtown,
get connected with you, and
this Damian character?
He plans on killing a
bunch of people, tonight.
Shouldn't you pass that
information on, or something?
If I have to give up
on having a full picture,
I guess I could run this out to dispatch,
but I'd have to be pretty comfortable
with answering any questions they had
by saying, gee, I don't know.
I'd look pretty stupid, but I
like looking stupid, don't I?
Fucking enjoy it.
You sound like your partner now.
I could never sound like her.
She's got all the brains
between the two of us.
All right, tell me about this Damian.
I'm gonna get some snacks, I'm starving.
Do you want anything?
No, thanks.
Suit yourself, then.
My, my, what an empty station.
You'd think nobody works here.
It's been a busy night.
Holmes, what are you doing
here this time of night?
You have our killer in custody.
It's exciting.
I'm here to offer my expertise
to get to the bottom of
her sick and demented mind.
What are you talking about, Doctor?
Maester.
See, the benefit of having these
is you can use them to listen.
Put them low to the ground,
and you can hear news,
important news, before anyone else.
And I heard there was a
gunfight by the river.
Two men died, a man and a woman
were brought into custody,
and I bet you have a lot of
questions about who they are,
and what they were doing
in that rundown shitty part of town.
Come back tomorrow.
Who's this, where's
your secretary, Ingrid?
Astrid.
Hey, don't go down that way.
I still haven't gotten a name.
My name is Marcus.
I'm something of a contemporary
of our Wendell here.
Detective, what was the
first thing I told you
about how to identify
our killer, or killers?
Look for someone who deals
in occult objects and art?
Yes, a profile that
Rebecca DeChance fits,
but what else, what else did I tell you?
That this kind of killer often
adopts an air of authority,
and what, takes on the name
of a known serial killer?
Maester Holmes, at your service.
Do you want a drink?
No, thank you.
Is something wrong?
Yeah, something.
What do you know, I thought so.
Hello there.
Who the fuck are you?
- Me?
- Oh.
I'm a fan.
I really admire your work.
Rebecca, finally face to face again.
You were the first one through.
Past that dusty corpse you
assigned to watch the cemetery,
while you focused all your
powers on warding the swamp.
Yes, the Dead One said one
of the weakest of our kind
managed to sneak under its gaze.
Should've thought of you first.
Well, we're here now,
here to take you back.
If I wanted to go back with you,
if I wanted to see any of you again,
why would I go through these lengths
to keep you from finding me?
Did you think that Damian
would allow his queen to abandon him?
- Leave me alone.
- Make us.
No, really.
Go ahead, tap into those powers you have.
Realize your true self.
Bring her out to play.
Then there won't be a shred
of that pretend person left.
Throw away your humanity.
It's the only way you'll
have enough raw power
to defeat us.
Well, we'll give you a bit of space now.
You have a lot to think about.
It was nice to see you again.
A real homecoming.
We've all missed you.
Yes?
Hello, gorgeous.
I found your apartment.
A real shithole.
I don't know how you do it.
I left a gift there for you.
I do hope you enjoy it.
You were always so hard to shop for.
I noticed that you
didn't have any souvenirs
of your human lover here in
this Spartan little space of yours.
That simply won't do.
You should always have
your favorite toys on hand.
That should be more than enough of him
to keep you satisfied.
But if you're interested in
the rest, I have it on hand.
Come find me.
We are overdue for a reunion.
I didn't know anything
about this, Justin.
How was I supposed to fucking know?
Rebecca, you're
Alive, what a shock.
Rebecca, I'm sorry.
I didn't know!
Look, we are in the middle of something,
so if you don't mind
fucking off, fuck off.
No, I was thinking that
we could have a word.
There were some men who
came around, three men,
kind of shitty looking,
kind of future corpse waiting to happen?
Ring any bells, girlfriend?
I'm about to ring your fucking bells
if you don't get out of
our fucking apartment.
Please try.
Justin, just leave it, okay?
Don't be mad at me.
It was your girlfriend
who crossed the line.
Rebecca, all they did
was ask me questions.
I mean, for Christ sake, what
the fuck was I supposed to do?
I think, given your
respective occupations,
you would understand the need
for a little fucking discretion.
Watch it.
Fuck, Justin.
You guys have been
fighting the entire time
I've lived in this fucking apartment.
I would assume you would be fighting
because your girlfriend is a whore.
Fuck you.
Oh, fuck!
Justin?
Justin!
Stay away from her.
Cameron died.
He's dead, because of you.
But, I think I'm ready to forgive you.
Yeah?
I need help, getting back
at the people behind this,
the ones who murdered Cameron?
They killed all those other people, too.
You fucked up, but you
can make it up to me.
Yeah?
Would you like that?
Would you like to help
me make this all right?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Say "Yes Rebecca, I
would like to help you."
Yes Rebecca, I'd like to help you.
Good.
There, that should be enough.
Thank you, Christie.
That was very helpful, I forgive you.
All right, Damian, you win.
I give up my humanity.
Let's see what you won.
Oh, there you are.
I'll take that.
But that, that, I can't touch.
I'll need you to hold
onto it, keep it close.
There, that's a good thing.
Well, I think I did a good
job setting all this up.
Must be nice to hear
someone say it out loud.
I'd expect some enthusiasm.
I mean, I could've been killed
out there all by myself.
Snuck past the Dead One,
I know one of those occultists
noticed the moment I did.
The Warders came so fast.
Ask Astrid, we really
had to watch our step.
I'm sure it's all she can talk about.
Really, what is it gonna take
for me to get the recognition I deserve?
I recommend lowering your expectations.
The only thing I'm gonna lower, hold on.
Here's our girl.
Oh and she is juiced.
I see you've let your hair down.
I'm going to destroy
you, Wendell, you hear me?
Oo, threaten me with a good time.
Now, let's not do anything
stupid here, Rebecca.
Stupid?
What's stupid is coming here to find me,
ruining my human life,
and then staying to
find what happens next.
Well, I'll show you what happens next.
I think you
should talk to Damian first.
I'll talk to you first.
Look who finally came out to play.
Is that all you got?
You've seen what he can do, submit!
Don't make him trap you inside the wall.
You'll become a part of
the decay, falling apart,
crumbling bit by bit.
Please.
Hi, Rebecca.
What's wrong with him?
He's drunk.
He doesn't know his
limits, and neither do you.
You don't know when you've been beaten.
Did you not see the holocaust
I made of your butlers?
You killed a couple of humans
before you came to face us?
You figured it'd give you enough power?
Sweetheart, we've eaten dozens of humans.
You really came to this knife fight
armed with nothing but
your pointy little nipples.
Did I really?
Now ladies, don't go fighting over me.
Is this your queen, Damian?
Is this the dark goddess,
ruler of the night,
before whom all should tremble?
Is this what you've been searching for,
from one world to the next?
Is it really?
I'm deciding.
Get your hands off of me.
Yeah, that looks more like her.
So, Rebecca.
There's no going back to the human world,
only coming back to me.
Are you prepared to once again
be with the ones you love?
When I left, I left.
You are never going to
have me back, Damian.
It doesn't matter what
you take away from me,
what opportunities you ruin,
or how you try to break me.
I have left.
This is your last chance.
No, Damian, this is your last chance.
If that's how you really feel about it.
About fucking time.
You made the wrong choice, Rebecca.
You've really broken my heart,
but if you plan on standing against me,
please tell me how you
plan on defeating me.
It'll take a little bit of help.
Stop!
Aren't you going to finish me off?
Here, here's what you deserve!
Here's what you've earned!
This is what you came here for!
Welcome to the world of
day, world of humans.
Wherever you go, Warders will follow.
Welcome to being hunted.
Thank you for coming.
This much death and carnage,
we lost one of our own cabals,
and you know the one responsible?
Rebecca isn't responsible.
She was trying to get away from all that.
The land of night, the cult of death?
She wanted a human life.
Yet, she caused so much death.
Death and other horrors.
Yes.
She marked the leader, Damian.
I have bound the signature
to a scrying charm, here.
I see two charms.
The other is tuned to Rebecca.
So has she crossed the line?
Lost her way in the
dark, fed the wrong wolf?
Is it time for me to hunt her
down like the monster she is?
Yes.