They Make Themselves Small (2026) Movie Script
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- [Speaker] I saw what you did.
I saw it here today.
I'm going to tell him.
It won't be a secret anymore.
People will know.
I'm going to tell him and it won't be a secret anymore.
(dark music)
(faint conversation)
(dark music continues)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(knocking on door)
(many people talking)
(person screaming)
(banging and thrashing)
(many people talking)
(person screaming)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(person howling)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(talking stops)
(water bubbling)
(killer exhaling)
(whooshing)
(dark music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
- See the paper this morning?
They're calling Turner The Gardener.
You know, because he buries the bodies.
Who comes up with this shit?
Hey, David ever ask you about your day?
- Not since um.
- [Robi] How's he doing anyway?
- You know, he's been writing, it helps.
- I wrote a poem for a girl once.
Didn't work, so I wrote another one.
Very therapeutic.
Thanks.
Oh, I hear it's a paint job in there.
Which makes me wonder why the fuck even go in there?
We know who this fucker is.
- Until he's caught, we got to do what we do.
- Ever wonder why we do what we do?
- Oh, most people can't.
- People are squeamish.
- I saw worse when I was a combat medic.
What's your excuse?
- I'm a sociopath.
- Could tell by the shoes.
- What's wrong with my shoes?
Sometime this week, you want to come over for dinner?
- You know, Robi, besides this job,
we don't have much in common.
- Yeah, it was pretty awkward last time.
- David hated it.
- Sherri keeps talking about how peculiar he is.
- Well, he doesn't like her much either.
The word he used was vacuous.
- If I knew what that meant,
I might be inclined to defend her.
Whoa, looks like we're missing a hell of a show.
All right. No time like the present.
So Friday?
- Yep. Can't wait.
(dark music)
- [Robi] Oh, God.
- [Moss] Charlie.
- I don't think I can take another scene like this, Moss.
This guy's too much.
- He's a special one, all right.
- Say cheese.
(shutter clicking)
- I want a copy of that.
- Check your email.
- Yeah, that one could be a postcard.
- Wish you were here.
I'm collecting blood, bone, teeth, feces.
It's a goddamn nightmare.
- What did he use this time?
- Not even sharp.
Might as well have taken her apart with Robi's wit.
- They find the rest of the body?
- Nobody's come to get me yet, so I'm guessing no.
- Is that a giblet?
- Why, you hungry?
- Well, I could fire up the barbecue.
- You are a despicable human being.
(spooky music)
- BOLO's out on the missing vehicle
and Turner's face is on every device
in the western hemisphere.
Remind me what we're doing here again.
- Looking for a reason.
- Asshole kills his mother, standard stuff.
Then he takes out someone
who lived four blocks down from him.
Maybe he touched him funny as a kid, but probably not.
Then he ices a newly landed immigrant.
No way he knew that guy, and now this?
There's no pattern here, Moss.
The guy's a psycho. Case closed.
- Till a month ago,
Turner was a normal guy working in a bar.
Hot girlfriend, cute dog.
He'd just bought a house.
Life was good.
- I beg to differ.
- If we figure out what motivates him,
maybe we'll get ahead of him.
- Fucker got his face snapped by a doorbell cam.
We are ahead of him.
He's gonna be ours by the end of the week, latest.
Meanwhile, my cases are piling up.
- I feel like we're missing something.
- It's just a waiting
game, Moss. Take the win.
- This one's different, Robi.
- No, same psycho, different path.
- And you just come up with that?
- I surprise myself sometimes.
Should I write that down?
Yeah, I'm gonna write that down.
Did I mention my list of unsolved cases?
- I'll finish up here.
Take the day to catch up.
- I owe you. Later, Charlie.
- [Charlie] Not if I see you first.
(pensive music)
- [Moss] Where are you?
(pensive music)
- I just need to.
Hey, excuse me.
- No comment. No comment.
- [Questioner] I need to talk to you.
(dramatic music)
(pensive music)
(water lapping)
(phone ringing)
- Is everything okay?
- [Person On Phone] I didn't hear you leave this morning.
- What's wrong?
- I've asked.
I need you to say goodbye before you go.
- I didn't want to wake you.
You don't get enough sleep as it is.
- What time will you be home?
- I'm not sure.
I'm in the middle of something.
The door is locked.
- [Person On Phone] I know. I checked.
- Can you make us dinner tonight?
- You'll be home for dinner?
- I gotta go.
I'll see you later.
- [Person On Phone]
Yes. I'll make us some-
(water lapping)
- Ma'am?
We're spinning our wheels here.
There's no sign of a grave site.
- He didn't bury her.
- I though that was his MO.
- And I thought I was gonna have a hobby forum,
but life's unpredictable.
- Ma'am?
- Drag the lake.
- Yes, ma'am.
(water washing)
(eerie music)
- Detective Moss.
My name is Peter Novik.
- You're not a reporter, are you?
- Thank God for that.
We are hunting the same
killer. The gardener.
- What agency are you
working for, Mr. Novik?
- It does not actually have a name.
- I'm intrigued.
- I am aware this does not lend to credibility,
but I urge you to listen.
- And I'm waiting for you to say something.
- He chops his victims into
seven pieces, always seven.
- That's not public information.
- This is my point.
- Where did you get your intel?
- I have been at this-
- Who are you working for?
- I told you.
- Tell me something I don't know.
Why seven?
- There are countless biblical references
to the number seven.
It could be any of them.
- But you're certain he's a religious nut.
Go on.
- I have been one step behind this killer for 18 years.
- One second.
This conversation is over.
It was a nice pitch, but we're not after the same guy.
- Oh, I assure you.
- No, you do not.
18 years ago, my suspect would've been a kid.
- Of course.
- Goodbye, Mr. Novik.
- Please.
(eerie music)
What is happening here is not what you think.
- You don't want to know what I think.
(dark music)
Creep.
(many people talking)
(disjointed music)
(many people talking)
(talking stops)
(dark music)
(faint country music)
(dark music)
(faint music continues)
(eerie music)
(both grunting)
(upbeat music)
(Turner gasping)
(faint music continues)
(victim coughing)
(dark music)
- Hello in there.
- I don't care what your story is.
I'm gonna fuck you up.
(Turner laughing)
(dramatic music)
(Turner choking)
(dialing phone)
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
Hello? Is anybody there?
Hello?
Hello?
I can hear you breathing.
This is William Handler at 4200 Bellafield Road?
If you're in danger,
please try to give me your current location.
If you are unable to speak, try tapping on the phone.
(Handler pounding)
Sending a car to your home address
while we track your location.
Please stay on the line.
(dark music)
(many people talking)
(door sliding)
- Anything for a beautiful lady.
I'm new here.
(door closing)
Just moved in last week. Penthouse.
Seems like a good building so far.
Met a few nice folks.
Roger and Lee.
That busy body, Jill, I think her name is.
Tom, that guy on five. Yeah, fine folks.
Okay, okay, okay.
They're boring. I said it.
I'm just used to more excitement, you know?
You seem exciting. Do
you ever use the hot tub?
Now, I'm gonna sound crazy here, but I've got an idea.
What do you say you and I pack it?
But honestly, if a ride in my rag top
is too much for that magnificent hair of yours,
well, we could just pop up to my pad
for a cheeky glass of Beaujolais.
I've got some in the aerator.
Or we could look at my mosaic tile collection.
Maybe another time then.
(pensive music)
- Yeah. Okay.
I got it red. Oh, it smells great.
- Sorry. I should have said something.
- You're just in time.
- I pride myself on my timing.
- Tough one?
- I just missed you a little extra today.
Did you think more on what we talked about?
- I don't want to talk about it to a stranger.
- You need to. You'll go crazy.
- I'm not crazy.
- You're in pain.
- I was talking to myself when you came in,
not to someone else.
- I know.
- It's normal.
- I do it all the time.
- And you're not crazy.
- Nobody's crazy.
Did you think about it?
- I've had a breakthrough on a novel.
I'm gonna change perspective
so that the tree's the unreliable narrator.
(soft music)
- Sounds
big.
- I'm gonna have to overhaul the entire book.
- You can tell me about it over dinner.
- This needs to rest for 10 minutes
if you want to go and change.
- Don't take the mittens off.
- Sexy, right?
(soft music)
- No.
Fuck you. Fuck you.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- Detective Moss.
Okay.
That was fast.
Text me the address.
- Please stay home today.
- You know I can't.
- You can, you just don't want to.
- Don't start.
(dark music)
(birds cawing)
(dissonant music)
(voices on police radio)
You didn't get me one.
- I stole this from a uni. Want a sip?
- You know where 50% of humans have cold sores?
(dispatch speaking)
Catch me up.
- 911 gets a call from this location
from one William Handler.
There's nobody on the line,
although they did record
some very interesting sounds
that I'm sure will affect my sex life moving forward.
Negatively, of course.
- Murder weapon.
- Nothing.
- Body?
- Mm, too many places around
here to dig a shallow grave.
- Dogs on the way.
- Not until noon.
- Something else?
- Bloody footprints.
All of them for a size 13 boot.
- Trying to throw us off.
- Charlie checked them out.
He said they're true for a man who's six foot two.
- Turner's 5'8".
- And Handler's 6'3".
Also, somebody had to physically hang up the phone
from this location.
There's a bloody fingerprint on the phone.
It's not Turner's.
- A second killer.
- Or a copycat maybe?
(voices on police radio)
- Something's off.
- [Voice On Radio] Roger.
- They found something.
- If there's a bear in there, I hope it kills me first.
- I won't even try and save you.
- Appreciate that.
(eerie music)
- [Charlie] Thank you.
- Thank you, El Capitan.
(character screaming)
- I see.
- Oh look, what's that in
the ceiling? It's fingers.
Yeah. Very rude, very rude.
Oh.
We have come across a castle.
- [Moss] It's an old silo.
- Where's that bear I ordered?
(tense music)
(eerie music)
- Room for one more?
- Caruso never had to put up with this bullshit.
- Whoa.
Meat.
- Jesus Christ.
- He should have been an archeologist.
- Same shit, less sleep.
- I wanted to be a dancer.
(phone ringing)
- Detective Moss.
Yeah.
I know him.
Okay, I'm on my way.
- Oh God. Peter?
- Yeah.
- You want company?
- No, someone needs to stay here
and make sure Charlie doesn't quit today.
(Robi chuckling)
- [Charlie] I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Was it ballet? I'm
picturing you in a tutu.
- What? What have I done with my life?
- Oh, come on, Charlie.
Just picture it's a dog.
- A dog?
- Yeah.
- You sick bastard, I love dogs.
- All right.
Well, an antelope then.
Everybody hates antelopes.
- You know, I'm just gonna pretend it's you.
- Whatever helps, twinkle toes.
- Mr. Novik?
- You have a different killer now.
- Let's talk over there.
(eerie music)
What is it you think you know?
- I told you before.
I have been chasing this killer for 18 years.
And you thought I was crazy
because Turner is still a young man, yes?
- Pretty much.
- It is not Turner I am after.
- He has a partner?
- Not quite.
Turner was only a host for the killer.
- And what does that mean?
- His body was being used for the murders.
- Brainwashed?
(eerie music)
- There exists evil beyond the realities
we cast upon this world.
- And you don't think I'll believe you?
- Correct.
- Then you might as well tell me.
(eerie music)
- Your killer is possessed by a hoard of demons,
and they are led by the demon king Baal.
- Gotcha.
Turner possessed by a gaggle of demons
goes on a killing spree.
And then what?
- Before getting caught, the hoard switches bodies.
- What happens to Turner?
- The only way the hoard can leave a vessel
is if that vessel is dead.
You have a body, do you not?
- Can't say.
- I was hoping we could cooperate.
18 years chasing one perp could drive a guy mad.
- You do not believe me, but you will.
I am right about the body.
It will be Mark Turner,
and he will be chopped into
seven pieces like the others.
- Then I'd better get back to work.
- It is imperative, imperative
that when you apprehend it,
you do not kill the host.
- Okay, Mr. Novik.
(eerie music)
- Time kills all innocence.
- Say Novik,
what's with the?
- This as you can imagine that.
- That's a knife. Self-explanatory.
Talking about the necklaces.
- Oh, these were a gift from my mother.
They remind me of home.
- And where is that?
- Good day, Detective.
(eerie music)
- Sorry you had to listen to that.
- No, don't apologize. That was great.
Time kills all innocence. Oh my God.
I had to bite my elbow to keep from laughing.
- I didn't have that problem.
- Why? Are you getting
a stranger danger vibe?
- I think he thinks he's telling the truth.
- All right. So what then?
A suspicious onlooker?
Or does he have a worm up in the apple?
- That's a safe bet.
- Oh, hang on. Charlie found something.
Oh, he's got the head. (Chuckling) Wow.
And they say this job isn't entertaining, huh?
Yeah, you'd better get back here.
- Okay.
- Is that a clump of dirt on the side of his head?
- His eye.
- Tap dancing.
- It's enough to make a guy lose his lunch.
- Oh, don't mention food, I skipped breakfast.
(shutter clicking)
So is Peter right? Is this our guy?
- A cup of coffee and a banana
gets me through the lunch.
- Stop it, you tease.
Break dancing.
(shutter clicking)
I don't think it's him.
- It's him.
- How can you tell?
- The hairline, the brow spacing,
the inner outer cantus,
the length of the philtrum.
- Okay. Wow.
Somebody passed their body
identification elective.
- None of this makes any sense.
- Well, it does if-
- Don't say it.
- I'm just saying, I know he was talking wacky talk,
but if you compare his story
to the story that we have.
- It fits.
- Yeah, it fits like a pair of wet jeans.
- [Moss] That just tells me we need to take a step back.
- [Robi] We still on for dinner tonight?
- [Moss] Oh shit.
What should I bring?
- [Robi] I don't know, a bottle of red.
Just make sure David's carrying it
so he doesn't feel so awkward.
- [Moss] You're nice, Robi.
- [Robi] I am being nice.
I'm saying he needs something to do with his hands.
- [Moss] That's not nice, Robi.
- [Robi] I see him go like this.
If he has something, he's not gonna
be shaking.
- No, no. None of that.
Just be nice.
- [Robi] I've never been not nice.
- Listen.
- What?
(dramatic music)
(conversation fading)
- He's coming for me.
- Good.
You don't have nothing.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(rock music)
Standing in the kitchen,
I heard the doorbell ring
(lyrics muffled)
(tense music)
(rock music continues)
(fire crackling)
(lyrics muffled)
(rock music continues)
I went down that road
I went down that road again
I went down that road
- [Sherri] You might as well lick the bowl.
- [Robi] Hey, don't tempt me.
Trust me, I might if you guys weren't here.
- [Moss] His spirit'll like him.
- [Robi] Oh no. He's nice company.
Table manners, all that jazz.
- Uh, Tass, Bradley told me about that crazy guy.
Oh, what'd you call him, honey?
- Deiter.
- He got the hair, Deiter.
Hilarious.
Oh, weren't you scared of this wacko?
- Thought we weren't gonna talk shop.
- Well, I mean, he's got nothing to do
with the case, you know?
Well, what's the harm, right?
- I'm a little in the dark here.
Who's Deiter?
- No. He's just some nut job
trying to seem important.
- He told Tassie that the
murderer was possessed by demons.
It was a lot funnier when you said it.
- Well, I mean, I got a way with words.
But who wants more pasta?
David, you barely touched it.
Is it too spicy?
- No appetite.
Was he
dangerous?
- I researched him.
He's a conservator at the
Royal Library in Copenhagen.
- Oh, what's a conservator?
- It's someone who repairs old books.
- Oh.
- Anyways he showed up a week after the first murder,
so he's not even a suspect.
Probably just some guy on vacation, bored.
- Oh hey, he'd make a great character
for one of your stories.
Eh, Dave?
- David.
- Yeah.
(soft music)
- Speaking of characters have
you guys read about that guy,
they're calling him the Spider-Man burglar?
Yeah, he climbs up the sides of buildings
and then walks in through the balconies
and robs you while you're sleeping.
- No, that's, that's old news.
No one wants to hear about
that. Who wants... I mean, if you're
on the 10th floor,
you don't think to lock your balcony door.
It's a scary thought.
What floor are you guys on?
- Excuse me.
- Sorry about that, guys.
(light jazz music)
- What?
- A few months ago, David was
involved in a home invasion.
- Oh.
- Apparently it was pretty brutal.
Like gunpoint jailhouse brutal.
I guess I should have told you.
- Yeah, you should have told me.
- I didn't think it was my place to tell.
Besides, I didn't want to scare you.
Apparently it was a suspect
from the Douglas Street killing.
- Really?
- Yeah.
He wasn't even our guy either.
I guess we may have worked him a little too hard.
- Oh my God. Poor Tassie.
- She's doing okay. She's dealing with it.
- The guilt.
- That's why they moved to an apartment.
Safer.
But what are the odds that you
would bring up the one thing
that was going to set him off?
- I feel terrible.
- I mean, you hit it right on the nuts.
- Okay already.
- Ooh, we should buy a lottery ticket.
- Okay.
(tense music)
What happened to him?
- Who?
- The guy that terrorized David.
- Oh, not a clue.
- He got away with it?
- Well, I mean, we think he skipped town,
so presumably, yeah.
Oh, oh, hey.
If he comes back, our people are on it.
Trust me, we'll know.
You have nothing to worry about.
- Well, I.
Here's hoping this guy gets whatever's coming to him.
- To karma.
- Yeah.
Oh, we should tell them the good news.
- What, but you said it was too soon.
- Yeah, I don't know. But you
know, good vibes after bad.
- Okay. All right.
Well hey, we'll play it by ear, okay?
Do you think he's going to finish that?
- No.
- Wait.
- Okay, you know.
- What?
- I feel like he's going to know.
- No, he's not going to.
It looks exactly the same.
What are you talking about?
(David gasping)
- I'm sorry.
- No. No.
(David crying)
- I've got you.
(somber music)
I've got you.
(somber music continues)
(David crying)
(somber music continues)
- I need one minute.
Just tell them.
- No, no no.
They'll understand. They're friends, okay?
You take all the time you need.
Okay? Don't worry.
(somber music)
(door closing)
He's okay.
- Tass, I'm just.
- It's okay, Sherri. It's not you.
- I told her what happened.
- It was my idea not to tell you.
I'm glad you know.
- If you need anything, just-
- Some more wine would be great.
- I will open another bottle.
- [Moss] That's a great idea.
- Except I won't be drinking any wine tonight, so.
- [David] Some wine sounds great.
- [Sherri] Bradley stole it.
- Yeah. Sorry about that, David.
But hey, I mean, fresh wine
tastes better anyway, right?
(tense music)
(many people screaming)
(country music)
- You all right, mister?
You've been sitting a spell, not talking.
You got some blood on you.
(country music)
- It has many uses, fire,
but only one function, to
destroy everything it touches.
Every one.
- I keep a bucket of water handy.
- It waits for a root to grow close enough to burn,
or a wind to set it free,
for you to make one mistake.
Just one.
It is angry, yet patient,
patient because it is eternal.
An elemental God, something no
one can challenge or escape.
Not even me.
And it will turn your flesh to ash,
just as it did your wife's.
- What do you know about my Allie?
- I know she had something hiding inside of her.
Something her father gave her when he died,
and she gave to you when she died.
Something that you thought was merely grief.
- Who are you?
- [Voice On Radio] Just a
reminder to our local listeners,
be on the lookout for anyone suspicious.
There is a killer on the loose
and they call him ba-da-da, The Gardener.
Insert ho joke here. Scary stuff, folks.
Keep your doors locked and your guns loaded.
Now this classic.
- I love a good introduction.
(rock music)
- What do you want?
- We will get to that.
But first, you mind?
- Sure.
- There's a craft to this, you know?
One that's been honed for thousands of years.
In ancient Rome, they used
to cook sausages over fires
just as we do today.
Did you know that?
- I, I suppose not.
- The sausage was a symbol of pagan fertility.
And the act of cooking one over a fire
was a metaphorical vulcanization
of the cooker's virility.
- Okay, then.
- At these rituals,
with the influence of spirits, of course,
the sausages were used in more creative ways
than simply food.
- Oh, that might complicate the flavor.
- Funny. You're a funny little man.
The Christians agreed with you actually.
They left a foul taste in their mouths,
so they banned sausages altogether,
with a little help from Constantine,
the self-righteous prick.
But sausages were a mainstay of Roman diet.
It was impossible to enforce the ban.
Underground sausage parties occurred regularly.
- Oh God.
- At these parties,
it was tradition to offer the host the first bite.
- Oh geez, I couldn't.
- It was considered dangerous to deny,
for that bite was proof that
they were not Catholic spies.
- I'm non-denominational.
- Nevertheless, to honor tradition,
please stand and have a bite.
- Maybe one bite.
(deep drumming)
- No hands.
It sullies the purity of the gesture.
Open up.
(deep drumming)
(host gasping)
(faster drumming)
Interesting.
You have a bad heart.
You probably shouldn't be eating hot dogs.
(host groaning)
- [Host] You're gonna kill me.
- No.
I have a better use for you.
- This way, what are you doing?
(host moaning)
(host gasping)
- I'm completely new to it.
I've got it strapped in.
And of course, as soon as we knock the door down,
I trip, fall over and break the whole thing.
We're watching the footage back later and Moss says,
"Wow, this kid's so green
Miss Piggy fuck would him."
(Robi and Sherri laughing)
I mean, come on. Who comes up with that?
- I guess that makes me Miss Piggy.
- Oh, look.
Oink, oink.
- Yeah, let's not make
this a thing. (Laughing)
- Yeah, well, you don't want to hear
what they said about me.
- What? I have never heard
a single bad word about you.
(phone ringing)
Oh. Sorry.
- Detective Moss?
- Yeah. Robi here.
What? That doesn't make any sense.
- Keep him one ice till we get there.
- Okay.
We gotta do this, huh?
- Listen, this might be important, so we need to go.
We'll take Robi's car. I'll drive.
And you take the car home, okay?
- Go.
I'll be fine. Go.
- Okay, I really don't think you should go like this.
- It's fine. I'll grab a coffee on the way in, all right?
Trust me.
Don't touch anything.
I'll deal with it all when I get back.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Oh.
Just pretend second gear doesn't exist, okay?
- You built that too.
- I'm not.
(soft orchestral music)
(door closing)
- You must have been wondering why I wasn't drinking
any wine tonight.
- No.
(light music)
- I have to take this. Yes?
- [Voice On Phone] They're on the move.
- Follow.
- How long for you?
- Just finishing up here.
We had fun, did we not?
I shall pray for your soul.
- Just the bullet points.
- Yeah. He walked up,
knocked on my window.
I almost choked on my taco.
I mean, this guy was covered in blood,
head to toe, drenched.
Said he wants to turn himself
in for the five murders.
Said he's The Gardener.
- He said that?
- There are four.
He said five?
- He said five, yeah. And yeah.
So I tell him to stand back, put my taco down,
exit the vehicle, arrest him.
He's got no ID. Won't give me his name.
So I put him in the back of the car,
which needs to be hosed out now.
Applied a wet nap to my hand,
finished my taco, and here we are.
- Good work.
- Especially on that taco.
- Say anything else as you drove him here?
- Yeah, he said there was
nothing inside of me of any use.
Real nice. He sounded like my father.
- Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Are we doing this?
- We're done here.
- [Robi] Going in together?
- [Moss] Yep. Let me take the lead.
(knocking on door)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
- Spray tan gone wrong?
Fuck me.
- That's a lot of blood there, sir.
You get in a scuffle?
What's your name?
Do you have a name, sir?
- Thousands of them.
- Maybe pick one.
- What's your relationship
with Mark Turner and Bill Handler?
Do you even know them?
- Intimately.
- Were the three of you in this together?
- All right, forget it.
This guy's a nut job.
He probably just covered himself in chicken blood
so that he could get some attention.
- You're right. He's wasting
our time, this guy's a joke.
Let's get out of here.
- We separate the body to seven,
so they have nowhere to hide.
- Who's trying to hide from you?
- They make themselves small, (ominous music)
but I see them.
- Okay, but why chop the bodies up at all?
Make it easier to carry?
Why seven?
Four limbs, a head, cut the torso in two.
Can't be an easy task.
(prisoner chuckling)
Seems like a lot of effort unless there's a reason.
Seven wonders of the world.
Seven continents, seven seas.
Seven colors of the rainbow.
- Seven dwarves, the magnificent seven.
Seven brides for seven brothers.
Oh, my uncle had seven toes.
He was mowing in flip-flops.
(prisoner laughing)
(prisoner gasping)
- This old body.
- Did you help kill Mark Turner?
- No.
- Is Bill Handler dead now, too?
Why did you surrender?
Doesn't matter, you belong to us now.
(eerie music)
- I see you.
- I see you, too.
I'm glad you could make it.
- When you were just a girl,
you used to go to confession.
Many filthy sins.
Did you know the priest was touching himself
when you told him of the first time you fellated?
He ejaculated in his hand, then told you to repent.
- I'll take that as a compliment.
- But your greatest sin,
you never confessed your greatest sin.
You never told a soul, did you?
She never even told her faithful
but slightly feeble-minded partner.
- We have no secrets.
- Did he cry for mercy?
Did he soil himself from the fear
when you put the gun in his mouth?
When you shoved the gun so hard down his throat,
you shattered his teeth.
- The fuck is he talking about, Moss?
- Did he cry out for his mother?
(person crying)
You wanted him to feel like
he made your husband feel...
- Shut up.
- ...When you defiled
his mouth with your gun
over and over again.
- Moss?
- And when his pleas fell silent,
when all he had remaining was numbness,
you took from him finally,
the only thing he had left to give.
- This is going nowhere.
- I'd like to ask him some questions.
- There's no point.
He's playing games with us.
- The shame that David feels
is not from the violations he endured.
- You stop talking now.
- His shame comes from the fact that he liked it.
- Whoa!
Okay. All right.
I'm calling this, Moss.
- We can't wait to meet
David. He sounds so tender.
- That's enough out of you. Thanks.
- We're not done here.
- No, we are done.
This is fucked.
(heart beating)
- Jesus. Jesus wept.
You're right, Anastasia Moss.
- About what?
- We're, we're not done here.
(prisoner gasping)
- I've always got your back, Tass.
You know that, right?
We need a medic in here.
- Is he dead?
- Well, if he isn't his last words were ironic as hell.
- Listen,
we need to explain the things that he said in there.
- Not now. It's fine.
Where's he going?
- Brad, I need to explain some things.
- I think I'm going to puke.
It's just too much wine, too much blood.
I, I, I got to get out of here.
- Later, okay?
You okay to drive?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- [Speaker 1] What fuck the happened here?
- [Speaker 2] I think he's dead.
- [Speaker 1] Anyone check his vitals?
He smells dead.
- [Speaker 2] He smelled dead when he came in here.
- [Speaker 3] Let's see. Oh, he's dead all right.
Lock up this room till Charlie gets here.
- [Speaker 1] That's like 10 hours from now.
- [Speaker 3] Yeah. Better turn up the AC.
- [Speaker 2] Detective Moss, are you okay?
Moss, you good to write this up?
- [Moss] I'm fine. I'll be fine.
(door creaking)
(dark music)
- Brad.
Hey, Brad, you here?
(dark music)
Brad?
(dark music)
Hey.
Is everything okay?
(dark music)
Rough one?
Yeah.
Do you know what?
Let me make you a real drink, okay?
(dark music)
Oh I tried
to clean up a bit, but I wasn't feeling great,
so I left the rest for you.
I don't know if that's okay.
But if not, you know, I can get it tomorrow morning.
(dark music)
- Okay. Here.
That bad, huh?
(dark music)
You know what?
I'll go make you another one.
Yeah, you know what?
This one will be a lot stronger.
I'm drinking vicariously through you.
(dark music)
Brad?
(dark music)
- I didn't the whole way home.
I didn't panic
in the car,
in the elevator.
I didn't panic.
- [Moss] It just takes time.
- I'm tired of being scared.
- [Moss] I'm never going to let anything bad
happen to you again.
- Promise?
- [Moss] I got you.
- What time is it?
- It's early, go back to sleep.
- Robi, everything okay?
- [Robi] I don't feel right, Moss.
- Did you get back into the booze?
- [Robi] I'm in a lot of trouble here.
- Okay.
Calm down. You're starting to worry me.
Nothing. It's nothing.
- [Robi] Yes, you must protect poor David.
- Watch yourself, Robi.
- Did you know Sherri was pregnant?
- No. What do you mean was?
- [Robi] I need you, I need you to come over, please.
- Is Sherri okay?
- [Robi] No, I don't, I don't feel right.
- It's just the booze messing with your head.
- [Robi] I'm really scared I'm gonna do something.
- Okay Robi, you're freaking me out.
(Robi laughing)
I'm on my way.
- Please hurry.
- Don't do anything stupid.
- [Robi] Anyone but you comes to the door
I'm gonna blow my fucking brains out.
- What are you talking about?
Robi!
(Robi laughing)
(door closing)
(mysterious music)
Robi?
Sherri?
(dark music)
(dark music)
(dark music)
David.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- [David] Hello?
- Oh, thank God.
I left in a hurry and I didn't lock up.
You need to do that right away.
Do you hear me, David?
He's there.
(David whimpering)
I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you. Stay calm.
Do you hear me, David?
- Oh, this is fun, right?
- Why are you doing this?
- Pretty much for pleasure. (Laughing)
- I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.
- Oh, don't you mean if I harm a hair out of his head?
- One way or the other, I'll fucking kill you.
- And we both know you have it in you, don't we?
- [Moss] You don't know me.
- I will.
- No, listen.
Fucking sick.
Better get away, you fucking crack.
- How do we handle this, David?
(tense music)
(door closing)
- Don't you just hate these awkward moments?
Two very attractive human beings
jammed together in a tiny space.
Perhaps neither say a word and life goes on.
Or, one of them does speak,
hoping I suppose, for the other to turn around
for a moment, to smile.
Something else, something
undefinable yet life affirming.
Everyone has things behind their eyes, you know?
Secrets that they hide, but
secretly desire to share.
Yeah.
And then the moment has passed.
The man left alone with his demon.
Don't you just hate these awkward moments?
(dramatic drumming)
(dramatic drumming)
(David whimpering)
(door closing)
(tense music)
- And David was starting to
think you'd forgot about him.
- Let him go.
- Thought you would have brought
our protracted nemesis, Novik.
- Just me.
- Oh, but he's not far behind, is he?
He's like a maggot, that one, always
feeding on our carrion. (Laughing)
- This wouldn't be the first Glock you've had in
your mouth now would it, David dear? (Laughing)
- What do you want?
- Not much really,
only that which is inside of you.
- It's yours.
Whatever you need.
- Easy does it.
One must tenderize the meat
before throwing it on the fire.
- Let him go.
- Within this body,
it's like a prison.
There are countless personalities.
We need people like David to
keep the lower ranks busy.
- Just take me.
- Oh, they will welcome him
with open arms and rotting
genitals. (Laughing)
- I'm not gonna let you hurt him.
- Well, there's literally nothing you can do to stop me.
You see,
he also has something I need.
(gun firing)
(David crying)
- I got you.
I got you.
(David crying)
(David laughing)
David?
David, did you just?
- That moment you're passing him around in here.
He's so tender.
Go ahead.
Damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Aim here.
- I'm so sorry, David.
- So sweet.
He heard you.
Switching.
(David laughing)
- I shot you.
(gun firing)
(David laughing)
- It's moments like this, no
one learns to appreciate life.
You shall make
a wonderful acquisition.
(tape stripping)
(eerie music)
This is not going to end
well for you. (Laughing)
- Make a fuss and I'll tape your mouth too.
(eerie music)
(knocking on door)
(dark music)
Just you for now.
- Apologies.
Holy water.
- It burns.
(tense music)
(door closing)
- Hello, old friend.
- You can help him, right?
- He's here to kill us, aren't you, Peter?
- If you want his suffering to end, it is the only way.
- Remember the last time you put us in the salt?
Oh, that's right.
You fucked it up,
killed an innocent young lady.
- Ignore him.
- And then there was that family.
Oh, the sweet fools.
- They forced my hand.
- You slit there necks and dumped them in the tub.
- They knew what it was and still they tried to stop me.
- I don't care about any of that, I only care about David.
(David laughing)
- His knife is not for protection,
but to remove obstacles
like you, Anastasia.
- Please shut up.
- Do not turn your back on him.
- Do you mind?
- He sharpens his blade on the
bones of children. (Laughing)
- Well, that is a bit much.
- Oh.
- You can't have him.
- There is no other choice.
- Do an exorcism.
(David laughing)
- One demon maybe, but the hoard is just too powerful.
- What's in the bag?
- I brought that in case you needed convincing.
- I do.
(tense music)
- Nature's Power Bar.
- The book.
- Of course.
- Carefully.
(dark music)
(dark music)
Chester McGillis, the old man
from the interrogation room.
How many names are in here?
- Over 50,000.
- It's killed over 50,000 people?
- [Peter] These are just the names of its vessels.
And we have eight more books just like this.
- How long has this thing been killing?
- The organization has been hunting
Baal and others like it for a very long time.
- How long?
- Is not relevant.
- How long?
- Since the dawn of Christianity.
- You guys really suck at your job.
- A fair critique.
- It really is hopeless.
- We can stop this right here.
I'm going to let my people in.
(dramatic music)
- Novik.
Wait.
(David laughing)
Keep laughing.
(Novik groaning)
- You are making a mistake.
- Yell and I'll shoot you.
- Your husband is lost to you, you must accept that.
- I can't do that.
- When Christ died on the cross, he descended to hell.
Upon his resurrection,
a door opened through which
countless demons escaped.
Baal was sent to collect those demons.
He is practically a force of nature.
You are not qualified to deal with him.
The only way the hoard will leave David's body
is if he is dead.
Let his death be of value.
(David laughing)
He is a drop in an ocean of blood.
- Tell me,
exactly what will you do with him?
- He will be sedated, of course.
Placed in a crate filled with salt.
The crate sealed, placed in a shipping container.
The container welded shut
and shipped to an undisclosed location.
- And then David will be free of them.
- When his body is desiccated,
the demons will be gone and David at rest.
- Or I can end his suffering right now.
- The hoard will jump into you
and then we will both be dead.
- Maybe they'll jump into you.
Why not?
- I have protections.
- Thanks for saying that.
- What are you doing?
No, you're ending your life.
I told you.
- Wondered about those necklaces.
I was a good Catholic girl.
I don't recognize many of these saints.
I'm gonna trust in them now.
- No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, you can't do this.
No, no no.
(Novik grunting)
(David grunting)
- It's okay, Novik.
You're just a drop in an ocean of blood.
(Novik crying)
- No!
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(Novik howling and laughing)
- [Assistant] Boss, what's going on in there?
(Novik laughing)
- [Assistant 2] Open this door or we'll break it down.
- [Assistant] We're coming in.
We'll be right there, boss.
(banging door)
(banging door)
(banging door)
Just hold on!
(banging door)
(banging door)
What's that bitch doing to you?
(banging door)
- Come on.
- I am going to rape your soul, you fucking cunt.
- I have no soul.
(bone breaking)
(Novik yelling)
But I am a fucking cunt.
Come on, David.
(beating on door)
- I see him inside of you.
(beating on door)
The man you murdered screams for vengeance.
You carry him with you.
- Shut your mouth.
(beating on door)
- [Novik] He is your demon.
- I said,
(Moss beating Novik)
Shut it.
(beating on door)
- [Novik] After you murdered him,
a calm washed over you.
We are the same.
(Moss sighing)
- Boss?
- That's not your boss.
- [Novik] Oh, we had a good run.
- Wrap him.
(eerie music)
(zip ties zipping)
(Novik laughing)
- Wait.
Do you not want to know why I cut them into seven?
- I don't give a shit.
(Novik laughing)
- Sorry for the intrusion.
- Yeah. May God be with you.
(Moss gasping)
- Damn it, wake up.
(Moss panting)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(Moss gasping)
(Moss crying)
- [David] I got you.
(Moss crying)
I got you.
- [Moss] I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. (Crying)
It's all my fault.
- No.
You did your best.
My demons are gone.
- I'm so sorry I killed you.
- You did the right thing.
(soft music)
(soft music)
- Show us your hands.
- Are you in need of medical attention?
What the hell happened in here?
(eerie music)
(acoustic guitar music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
- [Speaker] I saw what you did.
I saw it here today.
I'm going to tell him.
It won't be a secret anymore.
People will know.
I'm going to tell him and it won't be a secret anymore.
(dark music)
(faint conversation)
(dark music continues)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(knocking on door)
(many people talking)
(person screaming)
(banging and thrashing)
(many people talking)
(person screaming)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(person howling)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(many people talking)
(talking stops)
(water bubbling)
(killer exhaling)
(whooshing)
(dark music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(eerie music continues)
- See the paper this morning?
They're calling Turner The Gardener.
You know, because he buries the bodies.
Who comes up with this shit?
Hey, David ever ask you about your day?
- Not since um.
- [Robi] How's he doing anyway?
- You know, he's been writing, it helps.
- I wrote a poem for a girl once.
Didn't work, so I wrote another one.
Very therapeutic.
Thanks.
Oh, I hear it's a paint job in there.
Which makes me wonder why the fuck even go in there?
We know who this fucker is.
- Until he's caught, we got to do what we do.
- Ever wonder why we do what we do?
- Oh, most people can't.
- People are squeamish.
- I saw worse when I was a combat medic.
What's your excuse?
- I'm a sociopath.
- Could tell by the shoes.
- What's wrong with my shoes?
Sometime this week, you want to come over for dinner?
- You know, Robi, besides this job,
we don't have much in common.
- Yeah, it was pretty awkward last time.
- David hated it.
- Sherri keeps talking about how peculiar he is.
- Well, he doesn't like her much either.
The word he used was vacuous.
- If I knew what that meant,
I might be inclined to defend her.
Whoa, looks like we're missing a hell of a show.
All right. No time like the present.
So Friday?
- Yep. Can't wait.
(dark music)
- [Robi] Oh, God.
- [Moss] Charlie.
- I don't think I can take another scene like this, Moss.
This guy's too much.
- He's a special one, all right.
- Say cheese.
(shutter clicking)
- I want a copy of that.
- Check your email.
- Yeah, that one could be a postcard.
- Wish you were here.
I'm collecting blood, bone, teeth, feces.
It's a goddamn nightmare.
- What did he use this time?
- Not even sharp.
Might as well have taken her apart with Robi's wit.
- They find the rest of the body?
- Nobody's come to get me yet, so I'm guessing no.
- Is that a giblet?
- Why, you hungry?
- Well, I could fire up the barbecue.
- You are a despicable human being.
(spooky music)
- BOLO's out on the missing vehicle
and Turner's face is on every device
in the western hemisphere.
Remind me what we're doing here again.
- Looking for a reason.
- Asshole kills his mother, standard stuff.
Then he takes out someone
who lived four blocks down from him.
Maybe he touched him funny as a kid, but probably not.
Then he ices a newly landed immigrant.
No way he knew that guy, and now this?
There's no pattern here, Moss.
The guy's a psycho. Case closed.
- Till a month ago,
Turner was a normal guy working in a bar.
Hot girlfriend, cute dog.
He'd just bought a house.
Life was good.
- I beg to differ.
- If we figure out what motivates him,
maybe we'll get ahead of him.
- Fucker got his face snapped by a doorbell cam.
We are ahead of him.
He's gonna be ours by the end of the week, latest.
Meanwhile, my cases are piling up.
- I feel like we're missing something.
- It's just a waiting
game, Moss. Take the win.
- This one's different, Robi.
- No, same psycho, different path.
- And you just come up with that?
- I surprise myself sometimes.
Should I write that down?
Yeah, I'm gonna write that down.
Did I mention my list of unsolved cases?
- I'll finish up here.
Take the day to catch up.
- I owe you. Later, Charlie.
- [Charlie] Not if I see you first.
(pensive music)
- [Moss] Where are you?
(pensive music)
- I just need to.
Hey, excuse me.
- No comment. No comment.
- [Questioner] I need to talk to you.
(dramatic music)
(pensive music)
(water lapping)
(phone ringing)
- Is everything okay?
- [Person On Phone] I didn't hear you leave this morning.
- What's wrong?
- I've asked.
I need you to say goodbye before you go.
- I didn't want to wake you.
You don't get enough sleep as it is.
- What time will you be home?
- I'm not sure.
I'm in the middle of something.
The door is locked.
- [Person On Phone] I know. I checked.
- Can you make us dinner tonight?
- You'll be home for dinner?
- I gotta go.
I'll see you later.
- [Person On Phone]
Yes. I'll make us some-
(water lapping)
- Ma'am?
We're spinning our wheels here.
There's no sign of a grave site.
- He didn't bury her.
- I though that was his MO.
- And I thought I was gonna have a hobby forum,
but life's unpredictable.
- Ma'am?
- Drag the lake.
- Yes, ma'am.
(water washing)
(eerie music)
- Detective Moss.
My name is Peter Novik.
- You're not a reporter, are you?
- Thank God for that.
We are hunting the same
killer. The gardener.
- What agency are you
working for, Mr. Novik?
- It does not actually have a name.
- I'm intrigued.
- I am aware this does not lend to credibility,
but I urge you to listen.
- And I'm waiting for you to say something.
- He chops his victims into
seven pieces, always seven.
- That's not public information.
- This is my point.
- Where did you get your intel?
- I have been at this-
- Who are you working for?
- I told you.
- Tell me something I don't know.
Why seven?
- There are countless biblical references
to the number seven.
It could be any of them.
- But you're certain he's a religious nut.
Go on.
- I have been one step behind this killer for 18 years.
- One second.
This conversation is over.
It was a nice pitch, but we're not after the same guy.
- Oh, I assure you.
- No, you do not.
18 years ago, my suspect would've been a kid.
- Of course.
- Goodbye, Mr. Novik.
- Please.
(eerie music)
What is happening here is not what you think.
- You don't want to know what I think.
(dark music)
Creep.
(many people talking)
(disjointed music)
(many people talking)
(talking stops)
(dark music)
(faint country music)
(dark music)
(faint music continues)
(eerie music)
(both grunting)
(upbeat music)
(Turner gasping)
(faint music continues)
(victim coughing)
(dark music)
- Hello in there.
- I don't care what your story is.
I'm gonna fuck you up.
(Turner laughing)
(dramatic music)
(Turner choking)
(dialing phone)
(phone ringing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
Hello? Is anybody there?
Hello?
Hello?
I can hear you breathing.
This is William Handler at 4200 Bellafield Road?
If you're in danger,
please try to give me your current location.
If you are unable to speak, try tapping on the phone.
(Handler pounding)
Sending a car to your home address
while we track your location.
Please stay on the line.
(dark music)
(many people talking)
(door sliding)
- Anything for a beautiful lady.
I'm new here.
(door closing)
Just moved in last week. Penthouse.
Seems like a good building so far.
Met a few nice folks.
Roger and Lee.
That busy body, Jill, I think her name is.
Tom, that guy on five. Yeah, fine folks.
Okay, okay, okay.
They're boring. I said it.
I'm just used to more excitement, you know?
You seem exciting. Do
you ever use the hot tub?
Now, I'm gonna sound crazy here, but I've got an idea.
What do you say you and I pack it?
But honestly, if a ride in my rag top
is too much for that magnificent hair of yours,
well, we could just pop up to my pad
for a cheeky glass of Beaujolais.
I've got some in the aerator.
Or we could look at my mosaic tile collection.
Maybe another time then.
(pensive music)
- Yeah. Okay.
I got it red. Oh, it smells great.
- Sorry. I should have said something.
- You're just in time.
- I pride myself on my timing.
- Tough one?
- I just missed you a little extra today.
Did you think more on what we talked about?
- I don't want to talk about it to a stranger.
- You need to. You'll go crazy.
- I'm not crazy.
- You're in pain.
- I was talking to myself when you came in,
not to someone else.
- I know.
- It's normal.
- I do it all the time.
- And you're not crazy.
- Nobody's crazy.
Did you think about it?
- I've had a breakthrough on a novel.
I'm gonna change perspective
so that the tree's the unreliable narrator.
(soft music)
- Sounds
big.
- I'm gonna have to overhaul the entire book.
- You can tell me about it over dinner.
- This needs to rest for 10 minutes
if you want to go and change.
- Don't take the mittens off.
- Sexy, right?
(soft music)
- No.
Fuck you. Fuck you.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- Detective Moss.
Okay.
That was fast.
Text me the address.
- Please stay home today.
- You know I can't.
- You can, you just don't want to.
- Don't start.
(dark music)
(birds cawing)
(dissonant music)
(voices on police radio)
You didn't get me one.
- I stole this from a uni. Want a sip?
- You know where 50% of humans have cold sores?
(dispatch speaking)
Catch me up.
- 911 gets a call from this location
from one William Handler.
There's nobody on the line,
although they did record
some very interesting sounds
that I'm sure will affect my sex life moving forward.
Negatively, of course.
- Murder weapon.
- Nothing.
- Body?
- Mm, too many places around
here to dig a shallow grave.
- Dogs on the way.
- Not until noon.
- Something else?
- Bloody footprints.
All of them for a size 13 boot.
- Trying to throw us off.
- Charlie checked them out.
He said they're true for a man who's six foot two.
- Turner's 5'8".
- And Handler's 6'3".
Also, somebody had to physically hang up the phone
from this location.
There's a bloody fingerprint on the phone.
It's not Turner's.
- A second killer.
- Or a copycat maybe?
(voices on police radio)
- Something's off.
- [Voice On Radio] Roger.
- They found something.
- If there's a bear in there, I hope it kills me first.
- I won't even try and save you.
- Appreciate that.
(eerie music)
- [Charlie] Thank you.
- Thank you, El Capitan.
(character screaming)
- I see.
- Oh look, what's that in
the ceiling? It's fingers.
Yeah. Very rude, very rude.
Oh.
We have come across a castle.
- [Moss] It's an old silo.
- Where's that bear I ordered?
(tense music)
(eerie music)
- Room for one more?
- Caruso never had to put up with this bullshit.
- Whoa.
Meat.
- Jesus Christ.
- He should have been an archeologist.
- Same shit, less sleep.
- I wanted to be a dancer.
(phone ringing)
- Detective Moss.
Yeah.
I know him.
Okay, I'm on my way.
- Oh God. Peter?
- Yeah.
- You want company?
- No, someone needs to stay here
and make sure Charlie doesn't quit today.
(Robi chuckling)
- [Charlie] I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Was it ballet? I'm
picturing you in a tutu.
- What? What have I done with my life?
- Oh, come on, Charlie.
Just picture it's a dog.
- A dog?
- Yeah.
- You sick bastard, I love dogs.
- All right.
Well, an antelope then.
Everybody hates antelopes.
- You know, I'm just gonna pretend it's you.
- Whatever helps, twinkle toes.
- Mr. Novik?
- You have a different killer now.
- Let's talk over there.
(eerie music)
What is it you think you know?
- I told you before.
I have been chasing this killer for 18 years.
And you thought I was crazy
because Turner is still a young man, yes?
- Pretty much.
- It is not Turner I am after.
- He has a partner?
- Not quite.
Turner was only a host for the killer.
- And what does that mean?
- His body was being used for the murders.
- Brainwashed?
(eerie music)
- There exists evil beyond the realities
we cast upon this world.
- And you don't think I'll believe you?
- Correct.
- Then you might as well tell me.
(eerie music)
- Your killer is possessed by a hoard of demons,
and they are led by the demon king Baal.
- Gotcha.
Turner possessed by a gaggle of demons
goes on a killing spree.
And then what?
- Before getting caught, the hoard switches bodies.
- What happens to Turner?
- The only way the hoard can leave a vessel
is if that vessel is dead.
You have a body, do you not?
- Can't say.
- I was hoping we could cooperate.
18 years chasing one perp could drive a guy mad.
- You do not believe me, but you will.
I am right about the body.
It will be Mark Turner,
and he will be chopped into
seven pieces like the others.
- Then I'd better get back to work.
- It is imperative, imperative
that when you apprehend it,
you do not kill the host.
- Okay, Mr. Novik.
(eerie music)
- Time kills all innocence.
- Say Novik,
what's with the?
- This as you can imagine that.
- That's a knife. Self-explanatory.
Talking about the necklaces.
- Oh, these were a gift from my mother.
They remind me of home.
- And where is that?
- Good day, Detective.
(eerie music)
- Sorry you had to listen to that.
- No, don't apologize. That was great.
Time kills all innocence. Oh my God.
I had to bite my elbow to keep from laughing.
- I didn't have that problem.
- Why? Are you getting
a stranger danger vibe?
- I think he thinks he's telling the truth.
- All right. So what then?
A suspicious onlooker?
Or does he have a worm up in the apple?
- That's a safe bet.
- Oh, hang on. Charlie found something.
Oh, he's got the head. (Chuckling) Wow.
And they say this job isn't entertaining, huh?
Yeah, you'd better get back here.
- Okay.
- Is that a clump of dirt on the side of his head?
- His eye.
- Tap dancing.
- It's enough to make a guy lose his lunch.
- Oh, don't mention food, I skipped breakfast.
(shutter clicking)
So is Peter right? Is this our guy?
- A cup of coffee and a banana
gets me through the lunch.
- Stop it, you tease.
Break dancing.
(shutter clicking)
I don't think it's him.
- It's him.
- How can you tell?
- The hairline, the brow spacing,
the inner outer cantus,
the length of the philtrum.
- Okay. Wow.
Somebody passed their body
identification elective.
- None of this makes any sense.
- Well, it does if-
- Don't say it.
- I'm just saying, I know he was talking wacky talk,
but if you compare his story
to the story that we have.
- It fits.
- Yeah, it fits like a pair of wet jeans.
- [Moss] That just tells me we need to take a step back.
- [Robi] We still on for dinner tonight?
- [Moss] Oh shit.
What should I bring?
- [Robi] I don't know, a bottle of red.
Just make sure David's carrying it
so he doesn't feel so awkward.
- [Moss] You're nice, Robi.
- [Robi] I am being nice.
I'm saying he needs something to do with his hands.
- [Moss] That's not nice, Robi.
- [Robi] I see him go like this.
If he has something, he's not gonna
be shaking.
- No, no. None of that.
Just be nice.
- [Robi] I've never been not nice.
- Listen.
- What?
(dramatic music)
(conversation fading)
- He's coming for me.
- Good.
You don't have nothing.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(rock music)
Standing in the kitchen,
I heard the doorbell ring
(lyrics muffled)
(tense music)
(rock music continues)
(fire crackling)
(lyrics muffled)
(rock music continues)
I went down that road
I went down that road again
I went down that road
- [Sherri] You might as well lick the bowl.
- [Robi] Hey, don't tempt me.
Trust me, I might if you guys weren't here.
- [Moss] His spirit'll like him.
- [Robi] Oh no. He's nice company.
Table manners, all that jazz.
- Uh, Tass, Bradley told me about that crazy guy.
Oh, what'd you call him, honey?
- Deiter.
- He got the hair, Deiter.
Hilarious.
Oh, weren't you scared of this wacko?
- Thought we weren't gonna talk shop.
- Well, I mean, he's got nothing to do
with the case, you know?
Well, what's the harm, right?
- I'm a little in the dark here.
Who's Deiter?
- No. He's just some nut job
trying to seem important.
- He told Tassie that the
murderer was possessed by demons.
It was a lot funnier when you said it.
- Well, I mean, I got a way with words.
But who wants more pasta?
David, you barely touched it.
Is it too spicy?
- No appetite.
Was he
dangerous?
- I researched him.
He's a conservator at the
Royal Library in Copenhagen.
- Oh, what's a conservator?
- It's someone who repairs old books.
- Oh.
- Anyways he showed up a week after the first murder,
so he's not even a suspect.
Probably just some guy on vacation, bored.
- Oh hey, he'd make a great character
for one of your stories.
Eh, Dave?
- David.
- Yeah.
(soft music)
- Speaking of characters have
you guys read about that guy,
they're calling him the Spider-Man burglar?
Yeah, he climbs up the sides of buildings
and then walks in through the balconies
and robs you while you're sleeping.
- No, that's, that's old news.
No one wants to hear about
that. Who wants... I mean, if you're
on the 10th floor,
you don't think to lock your balcony door.
It's a scary thought.
What floor are you guys on?
- Excuse me.
- Sorry about that, guys.
(light jazz music)
- What?
- A few months ago, David was
involved in a home invasion.
- Oh.
- Apparently it was pretty brutal.
Like gunpoint jailhouse brutal.
I guess I should have told you.
- Yeah, you should have told me.
- I didn't think it was my place to tell.
Besides, I didn't want to scare you.
Apparently it was a suspect
from the Douglas Street killing.
- Really?
- Yeah.
He wasn't even our guy either.
I guess we may have worked him a little too hard.
- Oh my God. Poor Tassie.
- She's doing okay. She's dealing with it.
- The guilt.
- That's why they moved to an apartment.
Safer.
But what are the odds that you
would bring up the one thing
that was going to set him off?
- I feel terrible.
- I mean, you hit it right on the nuts.
- Okay already.
- Ooh, we should buy a lottery ticket.
- Okay.
(tense music)
What happened to him?
- Who?
- The guy that terrorized David.
- Oh, not a clue.
- He got away with it?
- Well, I mean, we think he skipped town,
so presumably, yeah.
Oh, oh, hey.
If he comes back, our people are on it.
Trust me, we'll know.
You have nothing to worry about.
- Well, I.
Here's hoping this guy gets whatever's coming to him.
- To karma.
- Yeah.
Oh, we should tell them the good news.
- What, but you said it was too soon.
- Yeah, I don't know. But you
know, good vibes after bad.
- Okay. All right.
Well hey, we'll play it by ear, okay?
Do you think he's going to finish that?
- No.
- Wait.
- Okay, you know.
- What?
- I feel like he's going to know.
- No, he's not going to.
It looks exactly the same.
What are you talking about?
(David gasping)
- I'm sorry.
- No. No.
(David crying)
- I've got you.
(somber music)
I've got you.
(somber music continues)
(David crying)
(somber music continues)
- I need one minute.
Just tell them.
- No, no no.
They'll understand. They're friends, okay?
You take all the time you need.
Okay? Don't worry.
(somber music)
(door closing)
He's okay.
- Tass, I'm just.
- It's okay, Sherri. It's not you.
- I told her what happened.
- It was my idea not to tell you.
I'm glad you know.
- If you need anything, just-
- Some more wine would be great.
- I will open another bottle.
- [Moss] That's a great idea.
- Except I won't be drinking any wine tonight, so.
- [David] Some wine sounds great.
- [Sherri] Bradley stole it.
- Yeah. Sorry about that, David.
But hey, I mean, fresh wine
tastes better anyway, right?
(tense music)
(many people screaming)
(country music)
- You all right, mister?
You've been sitting a spell, not talking.
You got some blood on you.
(country music)
- It has many uses, fire,
but only one function, to
destroy everything it touches.
Every one.
- I keep a bucket of water handy.
- It waits for a root to grow close enough to burn,
or a wind to set it free,
for you to make one mistake.
Just one.
It is angry, yet patient,
patient because it is eternal.
An elemental God, something no
one can challenge or escape.
Not even me.
And it will turn your flesh to ash,
just as it did your wife's.
- What do you know about my Allie?
- I know she had something hiding inside of her.
Something her father gave her when he died,
and she gave to you when she died.
Something that you thought was merely grief.
- Who are you?
- [Voice On Radio] Just a
reminder to our local listeners,
be on the lookout for anyone suspicious.
There is a killer on the loose
and they call him ba-da-da, The Gardener.
Insert ho joke here. Scary stuff, folks.
Keep your doors locked and your guns loaded.
Now this classic.
- I love a good introduction.
(rock music)
- What do you want?
- We will get to that.
But first, you mind?
- Sure.
- There's a craft to this, you know?
One that's been honed for thousands of years.
In ancient Rome, they used
to cook sausages over fires
just as we do today.
Did you know that?
- I, I suppose not.
- The sausage was a symbol of pagan fertility.
And the act of cooking one over a fire
was a metaphorical vulcanization
of the cooker's virility.
- Okay, then.
- At these rituals,
with the influence of spirits, of course,
the sausages were used in more creative ways
than simply food.
- Oh, that might complicate the flavor.
- Funny. You're a funny little man.
The Christians agreed with you actually.
They left a foul taste in their mouths,
so they banned sausages altogether,
with a little help from Constantine,
the self-righteous prick.
But sausages were a mainstay of Roman diet.
It was impossible to enforce the ban.
Underground sausage parties occurred regularly.
- Oh God.
- At these parties,
it was tradition to offer the host the first bite.
- Oh geez, I couldn't.
- It was considered dangerous to deny,
for that bite was proof that
they were not Catholic spies.
- I'm non-denominational.
- Nevertheless, to honor tradition,
please stand and have a bite.
- Maybe one bite.
(deep drumming)
- No hands.
It sullies the purity of the gesture.
Open up.
(deep drumming)
(host gasping)
(faster drumming)
Interesting.
You have a bad heart.
You probably shouldn't be eating hot dogs.
(host groaning)
- [Host] You're gonna kill me.
- No.
I have a better use for you.
- This way, what are you doing?
(host moaning)
(host gasping)
- I'm completely new to it.
I've got it strapped in.
And of course, as soon as we knock the door down,
I trip, fall over and break the whole thing.
We're watching the footage back later and Moss says,
"Wow, this kid's so green
Miss Piggy fuck would him."
(Robi and Sherri laughing)
I mean, come on. Who comes up with that?
- I guess that makes me Miss Piggy.
- Oh, look.
Oink, oink.
- Yeah, let's not make
this a thing. (Laughing)
- Yeah, well, you don't want to hear
what they said about me.
- What? I have never heard
a single bad word about you.
(phone ringing)
Oh. Sorry.
- Detective Moss?
- Yeah. Robi here.
What? That doesn't make any sense.
- Keep him one ice till we get there.
- Okay.
We gotta do this, huh?
- Listen, this might be important, so we need to go.
We'll take Robi's car. I'll drive.
And you take the car home, okay?
- Go.
I'll be fine. Go.
- Okay, I really don't think you should go like this.
- It's fine. I'll grab a coffee on the way in, all right?
Trust me.
Don't touch anything.
I'll deal with it all when I get back.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Oh.
Just pretend second gear doesn't exist, okay?
- You built that too.
- I'm not.
(soft orchestral music)
(door closing)
- You must have been wondering why I wasn't drinking
any wine tonight.
- No.
(light music)
- I have to take this. Yes?
- [Voice On Phone] They're on the move.
- Follow.
- How long for you?
- Just finishing up here.
We had fun, did we not?
I shall pray for your soul.
- Just the bullet points.
- Yeah. He walked up,
knocked on my window.
I almost choked on my taco.
I mean, this guy was covered in blood,
head to toe, drenched.
Said he wants to turn himself
in for the five murders.
Said he's The Gardener.
- He said that?
- There are four.
He said five?
- He said five, yeah. And yeah.
So I tell him to stand back, put my taco down,
exit the vehicle, arrest him.
He's got no ID. Won't give me his name.
So I put him in the back of the car,
which needs to be hosed out now.
Applied a wet nap to my hand,
finished my taco, and here we are.
- Good work.
- Especially on that taco.
- Say anything else as you drove him here?
- Yeah, he said there was
nothing inside of me of any use.
Real nice. He sounded like my father.
- Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Are we doing this?
- We're done here.
- [Robi] Going in together?
- [Moss] Yep. Let me take the lead.
(knocking on door)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
- Spray tan gone wrong?
Fuck me.
- That's a lot of blood there, sir.
You get in a scuffle?
What's your name?
Do you have a name, sir?
- Thousands of them.
- Maybe pick one.
- What's your relationship
with Mark Turner and Bill Handler?
Do you even know them?
- Intimately.
- Were the three of you in this together?
- All right, forget it.
This guy's a nut job.
He probably just covered himself in chicken blood
so that he could get some attention.
- You're right. He's wasting
our time, this guy's a joke.
Let's get out of here.
- We separate the body to seven,
so they have nowhere to hide.
- Who's trying to hide from you?
- They make themselves small, (ominous music)
but I see them.
- Okay, but why chop the bodies up at all?
Make it easier to carry?
Why seven?
Four limbs, a head, cut the torso in two.
Can't be an easy task.
(prisoner chuckling)
Seems like a lot of effort unless there's a reason.
Seven wonders of the world.
Seven continents, seven seas.
Seven colors of the rainbow.
- Seven dwarves, the magnificent seven.
Seven brides for seven brothers.
Oh, my uncle had seven toes.
He was mowing in flip-flops.
(prisoner laughing)
(prisoner gasping)
- This old body.
- Did you help kill Mark Turner?
- No.
- Is Bill Handler dead now, too?
Why did you surrender?
Doesn't matter, you belong to us now.
(eerie music)
- I see you.
- I see you, too.
I'm glad you could make it.
- When you were just a girl,
you used to go to confession.
Many filthy sins.
Did you know the priest was touching himself
when you told him of the first time you fellated?
He ejaculated in his hand, then told you to repent.
- I'll take that as a compliment.
- But your greatest sin,
you never confessed your greatest sin.
You never told a soul, did you?
She never even told her faithful
but slightly feeble-minded partner.
- We have no secrets.
- Did he cry for mercy?
Did he soil himself from the fear
when you put the gun in his mouth?
When you shoved the gun so hard down his throat,
you shattered his teeth.
- The fuck is he talking about, Moss?
- Did he cry out for his mother?
(person crying)
You wanted him to feel like
he made your husband feel...
- Shut up.
- ...When you defiled
his mouth with your gun
over and over again.
- Moss?
- And when his pleas fell silent,
when all he had remaining was numbness,
you took from him finally,
the only thing he had left to give.
- This is going nowhere.
- I'd like to ask him some questions.
- There's no point.
He's playing games with us.
- The shame that David feels
is not from the violations he endured.
- You stop talking now.
- His shame comes from the fact that he liked it.
- Whoa!
Okay. All right.
I'm calling this, Moss.
- We can't wait to meet
David. He sounds so tender.
- That's enough out of you. Thanks.
- We're not done here.
- No, we are done.
This is fucked.
(heart beating)
- Jesus. Jesus wept.
You're right, Anastasia Moss.
- About what?
- We're, we're not done here.
(prisoner gasping)
- I've always got your back, Tass.
You know that, right?
We need a medic in here.
- Is he dead?
- Well, if he isn't his last words were ironic as hell.
- Listen,
we need to explain the things that he said in there.
- Not now. It's fine.
Where's he going?
- Brad, I need to explain some things.
- I think I'm going to puke.
It's just too much wine, too much blood.
I, I, I got to get out of here.
- Later, okay?
You okay to drive?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- [Speaker 1] What fuck the happened here?
- [Speaker 2] I think he's dead.
- [Speaker 1] Anyone check his vitals?
He smells dead.
- [Speaker 2] He smelled dead when he came in here.
- [Speaker 3] Let's see. Oh, he's dead all right.
Lock up this room till Charlie gets here.
- [Speaker 1] That's like 10 hours from now.
- [Speaker 3] Yeah. Better turn up the AC.
- [Speaker 2] Detective Moss, are you okay?
Moss, you good to write this up?
- [Moss] I'm fine. I'll be fine.
(door creaking)
(dark music)
- Brad.
Hey, Brad, you here?
(dark music)
Brad?
(dark music)
Hey.
Is everything okay?
(dark music)
Rough one?
Yeah.
Do you know what?
Let me make you a real drink, okay?
(dark music)
Oh I tried
to clean up a bit, but I wasn't feeling great,
so I left the rest for you.
I don't know if that's okay.
But if not, you know, I can get it tomorrow morning.
(dark music)
- Okay. Here.
That bad, huh?
(dark music)
You know what?
I'll go make you another one.
Yeah, you know what?
This one will be a lot stronger.
I'm drinking vicariously through you.
(dark music)
Brad?
(dark music)
- I didn't the whole way home.
I didn't panic
in the car,
in the elevator.
I didn't panic.
- [Moss] It just takes time.
- I'm tired of being scared.
- [Moss] I'm never going to let anything bad
happen to you again.
- Promise?
- [Moss] I got you.
- What time is it?
- It's early, go back to sleep.
- Robi, everything okay?
- [Robi] I don't feel right, Moss.
- Did you get back into the booze?
- [Robi] I'm in a lot of trouble here.
- Okay.
Calm down. You're starting to worry me.
Nothing. It's nothing.
- [Robi] Yes, you must protect poor David.
- Watch yourself, Robi.
- Did you know Sherri was pregnant?
- No. What do you mean was?
- [Robi] I need you, I need you to come over, please.
- Is Sherri okay?
- [Robi] No, I don't, I don't feel right.
- It's just the booze messing with your head.
- [Robi] I'm really scared I'm gonna do something.
- Okay Robi, you're freaking me out.
(Robi laughing)
I'm on my way.
- Please hurry.
- Don't do anything stupid.
- [Robi] Anyone but you comes to the door
I'm gonna blow my fucking brains out.
- What are you talking about?
Robi!
(Robi laughing)
(door closing)
(mysterious music)
Robi?
Sherri?
(dark music)
(dark music)
(dark music)
David.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- [David] Hello?
- Oh, thank God.
I left in a hurry and I didn't lock up.
You need to do that right away.
Do you hear me, David?
He's there.
(David whimpering)
I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you. Stay calm.
Do you hear me, David?
- Oh, this is fun, right?
- Why are you doing this?
- Pretty much for pleasure. (Laughing)
- I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.
- Oh, don't you mean if I harm a hair out of his head?
- One way or the other, I'll fucking kill you.
- And we both know you have it in you, don't we?
- [Moss] You don't know me.
- I will.
- No, listen.
Fucking sick.
Better get away, you fucking crack.
- How do we handle this, David?
(tense music)
(door closing)
- Don't you just hate these awkward moments?
Two very attractive human beings
jammed together in a tiny space.
Perhaps neither say a word and life goes on.
Or, one of them does speak,
hoping I suppose, for the other to turn around
for a moment, to smile.
Something else, something
undefinable yet life affirming.
Everyone has things behind their eyes, you know?
Secrets that they hide, but
secretly desire to share.
Yeah.
And then the moment has passed.
The man left alone with his demon.
Don't you just hate these awkward moments?
(dramatic drumming)
(dramatic drumming)
(David whimpering)
(door closing)
(tense music)
- And David was starting to
think you'd forgot about him.
- Let him go.
- Thought you would have brought
our protracted nemesis, Novik.
- Just me.
- Oh, but he's not far behind, is he?
He's like a maggot, that one, always
feeding on our carrion. (Laughing)
- This wouldn't be the first Glock you've had in
your mouth now would it, David dear? (Laughing)
- What do you want?
- Not much really,
only that which is inside of you.
- It's yours.
Whatever you need.
- Easy does it.
One must tenderize the meat
before throwing it on the fire.
- Let him go.
- Within this body,
it's like a prison.
There are countless personalities.
We need people like David to
keep the lower ranks busy.
- Just take me.
- Oh, they will welcome him
with open arms and rotting
genitals. (Laughing)
- I'm not gonna let you hurt him.
- Well, there's literally nothing you can do to stop me.
You see,
he also has something I need.
(gun firing)
(David crying)
- I got you.
I got you.
(David crying)
(David laughing)
David?
David, did you just?
- That moment you're passing him around in here.
He's so tender.
Go ahead.
Damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Aim here.
- I'm so sorry, David.
- So sweet.
He heard you.
Switching.
(David laughing)
- I shot you.
(gun firing)
(David laughing)
- It's moments like this, no
one learns to appreciate life.
You shall make
a wonderful acquisition.
(tape stripping)
(eerie music)
This is not going to end
well for you. (Laughing)
- Make a fuss and I'll tape your mouth too.
(eerie music)
(knocking on door)
(dark music)
Just you for now.
- Apologies.
Holy water.
- It burns.
(tense music)
(door closing)
- Hello, old friend.
- You can help him, right?
- He's here to kill us, aren't you, Peter?
- If you want his suffering to end, it is the only way.
- Remember the last time you put us in the salt?
Oh, that's right.
You fucked it up,
killed an innocent young lady.
- Ignore him.
- And then there was that family.
Oh, the sweet fools.
- They forced my hand.
- You slit there necks and dumped them in the tub.
- They knew what it was and still they tried to stop me.
- I don't care about any of that, I only care about David.
(David laughing)
- His knife is not for protection,
but to remove obstacles
like you, Anastasia.
- Please shut up.
- Do not turn your back on him.
- Do you mind?
- He sharpens his blade on the
bones of children. (Laughing)
- Well, that is a bit much.
- Oh.
- You can't have him.
- There is no other choice.
- Do an exorcism.
(David laughing)
- One demon maybe, but the hoard is just too powerful.
- What's in the bag?
- I brought that in case you needed convincing.
- I do.
(tense music)
- Nature's Power Bar.
- The book.
- Of course.
- Carefully.
(dark music)
(dark music)
Chester McGillis, the old man
from the interrogation room.
How many names are in here?
- Over 50,000.
- It's killed over 50,000 people?
- [Peter] These are just the names of its vessels.
And we have eight more books just like this.
- How long has this thing been killing?
- The organization has been hunting
Baal and others like it for a very long time.
- How long?
- Is not relevant.
- How long?
- Since the dawn of Christianity.
- You guys really suck at your job.
- A fair critique.
- It really is hopeless.
- We can stop this right here.
I'm going to let my people in.
(dramatic music)
- Novik.
Wait.
(David laughing)
Keep laughing.
(Novik groaning)
- You are making a mistake.
- Yell and I'll shoot you.
- Your husband is lost to you, you must accept that.
- I can't do that.
- When Christ died on the cross, he descended to hell.
Upon his resurrection,
a door opened through which
countless demons escaped.
Baal was sent to collect those demons.
He is practically a force of nature.
You are not qualified to deal with him.
The only way the hoard will leave David's body
is if he is dead.
Let his death be of value.
(David laughing)
He is a drop in an ocean of blood.
- Tell me,
exactly what will you do with him?
- He will be sedated, of course.
Placed in a crate filled with salt.
The crate sealed, placed in a shipping container.
The container welded shut
and shipped to an undisclosed location.
- And then David will be free of them.
- When his body is desiccated,
the demons will be gone and David at rest.
- Or I can end his suffering right now.
- The hoard will jump into you
and then we will both be dead.
- Maybe they'll jump into you.
Why not?
- I have protections.
- Thanks for saying that.
- What are you doing?
No, you're ending your life.
I told you.
- Wondered about those necklaces.
I was a good Catholic girl.
I don't recognize many of these saints.
I'm gonna trust in them now.
- No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, you can't do this.
No, no no.
(Novik grunting)
(David grunting)
- It's okay, Novik.
You're just a drop in an ocean of blood.
(Novik crying)
- No!
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(Novik howling and laughing)
- [Assistant] Boss, what's going on in there?
(Novik laughing)
- [Assistant 2] Open this door or we'll break it down.
- [Assistant] We're coming in.
We'll be right there, boss.
(banging door)
(banging door)
(banging door)
Just hold on!
(banging door)
(banging door)
What's that bitch doing to you?
(banging door)
- Come on.
- I am going to rape your soul, you fucking cunt.
- I have no soul.
(bone breaking)
(Novik yelling)
But I am a fucking cunt.
Come on, David.
(beating on door)
- I see him inside of you.
(beating on door)
The man you murdered screams for vengeance.
You carry him with you.
- Shut your mouth.
(beating on door)
- [Novik] He is your demon.
- I said,
(Moss beating Novik)
Shut it.
(beating on door)
- [Novik] After you murdered him,
a calm washed over you.
We are the same.
(Moss sighing)
- Boss?
- That's not your boss.
- [Novik] Oh, we had a good run.
- Wrap him.
(eerie music)
(zip ties zipping)
(Novik laughing)
- Wait.
Do you not want to know why I cut them into seven?
- I don't give a shit.
(Novik laughing)
- Sorry for the intrusion.
- Yeah. May God be with you.
(Moss gasping)
- Damn it, wake up.
(Moss panting)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(Moss gasping)
(Moss crying)
- [David] I got you.
(Moss crying)
I got you.
- [Moss] I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. (Crying)
It's all my fault.
- No.
You did your best.
My demons are gone.
- I'm so sorry I killed you.
- You did the right thing.
(soft music)
(soft music)
- Show us your hands.
- Are you in need of medical attention?
What the hell happened in here?
(eerie music)
(acoustic guitar music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)
(bright acoustic music)