Intruders (2014) s01e04 Episode Script
Ave Verum Corpus
Ave verum corpus.
- First performed May 29, 1791.
- How'd you know all that? I was there that night.
I played in the orchestra.
Last three weeks I have been telling you about Bill Anderson No! Judy and son Matt lost their lives when they tried to keep this from us.
Bill Anderson.
He's an acoustics engineering professor with the University of Washington.
What's this to you? It's related to an estate case I'm on back in Chicago.
Call me Marcus.
You tell them you're still looking for me and when I'm back they'll never see me coming.
What is this, Gary? There's a group of people who I believe may have killed Bill Anderson's family.
And I have evidence that ties your wife Amy to them.
You're going to love this place.
The sun sets while sitting on that porch.
Every day they're different.
Please come on in! Oh wow.
It is beautiful, right? Yes.
Madison, you said you wanted to try piano lessons, - maybe you could take some this summer? - Yes! Uh, Howard Roberts, three houses down is the music teacher - at Seaside High.
- Okay.
Let me just hand you this so that you can have a look at what we're talking about here.
Wow.
How many years has she been playing? She's never played a day in her life.
Ah! Where is it you want me to drop you off? I just want to go home.
Where is that at? I don't I can't The man makes me not remember.
This book they gave me is shit.
You know, bro here's good.
I'll find it.
It's around here somewhere.
I told you my interest in the Anderson murders came from an estate I represented, a client of my Chicago law firm who lives here in Seattle: Joseph Cranfield.
Never heard of him.
Cranfield was top of 308 on Forbes list of the world's billionaires: self-made.
You ever wonder how some people just seem born ready? From the minute they drop out of the womb it's like they just seem to know how it all works, like this isn't new to them at all.
And they never stumble like we do.
That is Joe Cranfield.
As an initiation rite the partners sent me out here in Seattle to handle some small matter he wanted dealt with.
The truth is, they were all afraid of him.
I was too, but I had no choice.
The next 15 years, when Cranfield wants something done he asks for me and only me.
How much of what he has you do is illegal? None.
Zero.
In all that time, nothing ever illegal, nothing weird, till about a year ago.
Out of nowhere one of the healthiest men I knew had me start dissolving and dispersing his fortune, so on the day he dies it'll all be gone.
On August 6, 1931 Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke, one of the jazz era's most influential musicians, was found dead in his Queens apartment at the age of only 28.
The official cause of death was lobar pneumonia but fellow musicians knew it was Bix's acute addiction to prohibition liquor that allowed death to steal this legend from jazz fans forever.
Not forever.
Soon.
When Cranfield dies each of his kids, four of them, gets the building, so does his wife.
He and his great-great grandchildren, they're all set for life.
The rest of Cranfield's money, nearly $6 billion is deposited into the account of an obscure 100-year-old charity based in London called the Sicomacy Trust.
One hour after his death that'll be it for Joseph Cranfield's fortune except for two outstanding matters.
First, one weirdo beneficiary who refuses to cash a cheque for $10 million and keeps sending it back to me - Bill Anderson.
- That's right.
How'd you know? You drove down to my house so I'd help you with Anderson.
Didn't really come to see you about Anderson, Jack.
I came because I knew it would all lead to your wife.
This is about Amy.
The only property Cranfield put in trust was that building.
That building? This is where Amy was when she said she was home.
Crane.
Crane.
Allison.
"There are places on earth where it is easier to cross from the living to the dead and back again.
- The world has many - such crossing places.
Took me months but I found out that since the Seattle fire of 1889 this building has been in the Crane family.
Todd Crane? The partner at Amy's firm? The Crane family have been trustees on the board of what charity for the last 150 years? Uh, one that Cranfield gave 10% of his fortune to? - The Sico - Sicomacy Trust.
The Sicomacy Trust goes back 200-300 years.
The charity actually leases the building from Crane.
The building has three trustees.
The primary is Todd Crane.
Second is a guy named Marcus Fox.
He's a business associate of Joe Cranfield who vanished 9 years ago.
The last trustee is Joseph Cranfield.
Until upon his death, his protégé becomes the third trustee.
Where the hell is everybody? Is this place completely empty? It's weird, right? At first I thought it was a front for something, but that didn't add up.
Then I found the connection to your wife.
Been putting it together for a while, Jack.
Didn't know her maiden name.
Amy Dyer is married to you.
She's a lawyer, Terry.
At a big firm in a big city where Cranfield is a big shot.
Joseph Cranfield had factories in the US, China, India.
He had farms in Brazil.
Homes, buildings all over the world and this is the only one he'll own after he's dead and your wife is a trustee.
She lied to you about being here.
Why would she come clean on a phone call? - You're calling my wife a liar? - Oh, come on, Jack.
I just want to know why someone wanted Bill Anderson dead and why his family was killed.
Text me the photographs and everything you have on Bill Anderson.
And then don't do anything.
Don't call me.
Stay the hell away from me.
Hell, you can even go back to the Chicago if you want.
Hello? Hello? Hello? Who is this? A part time friend.
- Which part am I talking to? - Drop what you're doing.
Only reason to go in that house is to see what it would be like if it happens to you.
Why don't you tell me to stop to my face? How about we meet? Do you want to end up like Bill Anderson's family? You've been warned.
Oh, yeah, well, how hello? Hands on your head.
Interlace your fingers.
Yeah? This is going to be a very bad call for you.
Aren't they all lately? What the hell have you been doing? Not what I told you.
Not what I told you, Richard.
Haven't you tuned into Oz Tuner's radio show? - Nothing but guest hosts forever.
- Bill Anderson.
I told you in the first place that Anderson was nothing to worry about.
Why even kill him? The old man's going to be dead soon.
Anderson's still in Seattle.
Frank Sheppard saw him.
Well, let Frank finish the job.
If he is nothing, then why is Jack Whalen looking for Anderson? Do your job, Richard.
Alright, Rose.
I'll do my job.
I'll have eggs over easy, corn beef hash, coffee.
Coming right up.
"Alison, Alison, Alison.
" "Mariners beat the Rangers 5-3.
" 5-3.
"Mariners beat the Rangers 5-3.
" 5-0-3.
5-0-3.
5-0-3.
5-0-3! That calls Alison! 5-0-3! 5-0-3! That calls my mom! Hello? Hello? Alison? Madison? Madison? Alison? Alison? Madison, where are you? Madison, where are you? I want my mom.
I want my mom so bad.
The man inside won't let me.
He wants to see some man named Crane.
I want to go home.
Help me get home! Help me get home! Madison! Madison! Madison, where are you? Baby, where are you?! Baby! Always nice to get a visit from one of L.
A's finest.
Finest what? I retired from LAPD.
Retired, huh? Maybe more like "asked to leave.
" Retired.
To write books.
You're a regular Joseph Wambaugh, huh? Did I make fun of your tie? Not till just then.
Writing a book about the Andersons? No.
No, it's a sad story.
I want to make some money, you know, happy stories.
You think he did it Anderson? You're not one of those conspiracy kooks? Friends of Oz Turner like that Tim Truth? Who? Late night radio talk show conspiracies and paranormal? - Why would you think I was one of those guys? - Tim Truth and his amateur sleuths are wreaking havoc on my investigation.
He's changing information every night on sightings of Anderson.
Wait, so they exchange information on the radio? Yeah, they're all wackos.
Who knows what they're talking about.
They might as well be talking in code to each other.
They're so out there.
If Anderson's alive, he must be following that shit 'cause I can't get a lead on the guy.
You think he's you think he's still alive? You don't think he maybe killed himself maybe? Not with a $60,000 insurance policy to collect on his wife.
He already turned down a $10 million bequest from some rich benefactor.
Where'd you get that? LA's finest.
Your lawyer friend tell you? - How do you know about him? - Seattle's finest.
And he showed up to make your bail.
Oh, well.
You know the suits in LA usually use that as a way of saying you can go.
Find your wife? I know you were up here looking for her.
Well, then you know I found her.
I hope you weren't by any chance looking for her in the way you went looking for those guys you killed in Los Angeles.
I hope.
Hey.
Thanks for getting me out of here, man.
Appreciate it.
Yeah, don't mention it.
That detective just gave me an idea on how we could reach out to Henderson.
Trouble is he may be long gone or long dead or never hear it.
So who's the one person we know who could tell us about it? - Joseph Cranfield.
- That's right.
He trusts you, doesn't he? If he wanted me to know about the trustees, Jack, he would have just told me.
Just call him.
Ask him what he wants you to do with the Anderson money.
Just call him.
Do it.
Do it now, go ahead.
Hello.
Hello? What is it? I'm on my way out, I am sorry to bother you, Mr.
Crane but reception just let somebody up here from your daughter's school and they're demanding to talk to you.
Hey, come back here! You can't just Oh.
Hi! Long time no see, Toddy.
- I'm sorry, Mr.
Crane, I tried.
- It's okay, Danielle.
It's fine.
Come have a seat.
So what's your name? Madison.
Can you believe that? And you go to school with my daughter Meadow.
Never met her.
- I thought you told the people downstairs - Is this her? - Is that Meadow? - Yeah.
She hasn't sprouted yet.
That's just the way I like them.
Soft, smooth with just a hint of breast bud on the horizon.
I'm 9.
See? No boobs yet either, Todd.
Is this a joke? Is someone making you do this? I told that "piece of ass" assistant of yours that me and your daughter are in the same class.
She bought it.
You doing her? I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to say that.
Ow, ow, ow.
So, limp dick, there's some shit I need from you.
You, uh, you need to go.
I'm calling your parents.
Put the god damn phone down or I'll start screaming rape.
I want to talk to Cranfield.
I don't know Joe Cranfield.
- I mean, I know who he is but I don't - Knock it off, Todd.
I know you're kind of a civilian in all this, but you're all I got.
This stupid book they gave me.
I mean, there's a picture of a building but no map.
And there's kid inside me that won't go around quietly.
She just keeps on crying for her mother.
Listen, I'll make this easy on both of us.
I need Cranfield.
And don't play like you don't know him, because that's bull shit that I don't have time for.
I don't know how you know about Mr.
Cranfield but - I'm not in touch with him.
- Bull shit, Todd! His time must almost be up! Mr.
Cranfield is very sick Marcus.
So whatever you want with him, you're not gonna get it.
And whatever you think you can get from me you've got it.
Now it's time - to go.
- How sick? Wait a minute.
Okay.
Who's next? They've gotten rid of me.
Not Rose.
Todd, was Rose triggered? Danielle, get security in here.
Let go of me! Stop touching me! Why are you being so mean? Stop touching me! He touched me! He tried to hurt me! Just call Child Services or get her mother.
Just get her out of my office.
Help me.
He put his tongue in my mouth.
The kid is schizophrenic or bipolar.
Get her to a - psych ward now.
- Wait.
My bag.
Hey, Todd.
What goes around comes around.
This is Todd Crane and I need to speak to Rose.
It's urgent.
Intensely urgent.
We have a problem we thought we were never gonna have again.
Welcome back, true soldiers of Truth.
Tim Truth carrying on the tradition for Oz Turner coming to you live from the Oz Turner Broadcast Center.
Never forget.
Tonight's topic, as it has been since his cowardly murder, is our fallen brother Oz Tuner.
Together we will find who did this to him and Bill Anderson's family.
If you are out there listening, Bill, know that you're not alone.
We're with you.
I don't know about this, J.
Cranfield is not the type of person you can just drop in on.
What's the worst that can happen? They ask us to leave? Big deal.
Go ahead.
Alright.
Alright, alright.
Alright.
Here we go.
What's going on with this guy? Hi.
Gary Fisher.
I'm an attorney for Mr.
Cranfield.
Sorry Mr.
Fisher, tonight's occasion is invitation only.
I'm going to have to ask you to turn the vehicle around and leave the premises.
Immediately.
Thank you.
What the hell was that all about? I don't know.
Can we get around the back through those woods? Can I do what? - Pull over.
- What? - Pull over.
- This is not very smart.
Jack, this is a bad idea.
Jack, what are you doing, man? Shit.
- What are they doing? - I don't know.
- Can you see? - Right.
Let's see if this works.
Here you go.
- What is that? - I don't know.
Shit.
That's Cranfield.
Amy! Whoa, whoa, we've got to go.
We've got to go.
Shit! - Jesus, what the hell was that? - I don't know.
- Was that a funeral? - I don't know.
- Some kind of goddamn funeral? - How the hell would I know? - Why don't you know, Gary? - If I knew, I would tell you Jack! I don't know! - You told me about the whole goddamn thing! - I don't know.
- Why was my wife there? - I don't know! What was she doing there, Gary? Goddamn it! Stop the goddamn car! - Goddamn it! Shit! - Jesus! Keep it together, man! - Did you see that back there? - You know that I did.
- Look, I'm scared too, man.
- My wife was at that that whatever that was.
Was it a funeral? Hope it was a funeral, Jack.
Hope they weren't euthanizing or murdering the old man.
She's she's been she's been not herself.
She's been acting weird, all kinds of crazy shit, but that! That was yeah, I'm scared.
I'm scared that my life as I know it is over.
It's Cranfield.
Jesus, man.
Where the hell are we going to get answers from now, Jack? There's still Bill Anderson.
We've gone late, like we always do.
Bill Anderson, if you're listening, stay strong, brother.
We're here for you, brother.
You sure Anderson will be able to crack this code you made up? Sure, it's a simple transposition code.
When I was on probation at the L.
A.
P.
D.
I worked radio encryption.
Tactical and narcotics use it quite a bit.
Now, Anderson is an acoustic engineer, so he should be able to recognize how these numbers correspond to a time and place.
He'll know it's for him without saying his name.
Yeah, there's personalized information in there that only he would know, like the serial number of the machine he was building in the basement.
The number to call, 1-800-555-0192.
Next caller, never forget.
Yes, Tim, never forget.
Serial number GM67509 1512650 EUCPIHOG23.
14 hertz.
3608883759.
Are the encryption hackers picking up their pencils, going old-school all over the West Coast right now or what? Thank you, soldier.
Let's hope it works.
Let me tell you though, brother, this had better not be some soldier for the new world order using Oz Turner's broadcast to disseminate encrypted information.
- Just saying.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
That's him.
Here we go.
Very nice double-transposition encryption you devised.
The key number nearly eluded me, but it certainly intrigued me enough to risk meeting you.
First of all, Bill, we both know that you didn't do what you're accused of doing.
Why didn't you take Cranfield's money? How do you know about that? That's what convinced me to meet you, mentioning Cranfield in your code.
I'm the guy you kept sending the cheque back to.
I'm Jack Whalen, this is Gary Fischer.
He wanted me to cease my research.
I could accept the money on the sole condition that I end it, but if I accepted the money and kept working, there would be consequences.
And that between the lines, I'd better accept the money.
There were no conditions.
I never made any demands on you.
What were you working on? Sound.
Infrasonics.
Very low frequencies.
Most people had been looking at 18 hertz, but I experimented with 19.
There are sounds which affect the human being.
The roar of an alligator, an earthquake, hurricanes, all exist within the 19 hertz range, infrasonics not heard but felt.
It may allow us a glimpse into natural phenomena that a human being is not intended to see or hear.
What things? What are you talking about? What were you building? Do you believe in ghosts? I made a ghost machine.
I know it sounds goofy.
It needs a better name, but that's what it is a device that sees ghosts.
Get down.
Get down! 911! Gary, 911! Come on, come on.
Come on! Queen Raverte.
No, no, no.
No! Oh, goddamn it! 911.
Please state the nature of your emergency.
Police, fire or ambulance? Please state the nature of your emergency.
- First performed May 29, 1791.
- How'd you know all that? I was there that night.
I played in the orchestra.
Last three weeks I have been telling you about Bill Anderson No! Judy and son Matt lost their lives when they tried to keep this from us.
Bill Anderson.
He's an acoustics engineering professor with the University of Washington.
What's this to you? It's related to an estate case I'm on back in Chicago.
Call me Marcus.
You tell them you're still looking for me and when I'm back they'll never see me coming.
What is this, Gary? There's a group of people who I believe may have killed Bill Anderson's family.
And I have evidence that ties your wife Amy to them.
You're going to love this place.
The sun sets while sitting on that porch.
Every day they're different.
Please come on in! Oh wow.
It is beautiful, right? Yes.
Madison, you said you wanted to try piano lessons, - maybe you could take some this summer? - Yes! Uh, Howard Roberts, three houses down is the music teacher - at Seaside High.
- Okay.
Let me just hand you this so that you can have a look at what we're talking about here.
Wow.
How many years has she been playing? She's never played a day in her life.
Ah! Where is it you want me to drop you off? I just want to go home.
Where is that at? I don't I can't The man makes me not remember.
This book they gave me is shit.
You know, bro here's good.
I'll find it.
It's around here somewhere.
I told you my interest in the Anderson murders came from an estate I represented, a client of my Chicago law firm who lives here in Seattle: Joseph Cranfield.
Never heard of him.
Cranfield was top of 308 on Forbes list of the world's billionaires: self-made.
You ever wonder how some people just seem born ready? From the minute they drop out of the womb it's like they just seem to know how it all works, like this isn't new to them at all.
And they never stumble like we do.
That is Joe Cranfield.
As an initiation rite the partners sent me out here in Seattle to handle some small matter he wanted dealt with.
The truth is, they were all afraid of him.
I was too, but I had no choice.
The next 15 years, when Cranfield wants something done he asks for me and only me.
How much of what he has you do is illegal? None.
Zero.
In all that time, nothing ever illegal, nothing weird, till about a year ago.
Out of nowhere one of the healthiest men I knew had me start dissolving and dispersing his fortune, so on the day he dies it'll all be gone.
On August 6, 1931 Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke, one of the jazz era's most influential musicians, was found dead in his Queens apartment at the age of only 28.
The official cause of death was lobar pneumonia but fellow musicians knew it was Bix's acute addiction to prohibition liquor that allowed death to steal this legend from jazz fans forever.
Not forever.
Soon.
When Cranfield dies each of his kids, four of them, gets the building, so does his wife.
He and his great-great grandchildren, they're all set for life.
The rest of Cranfield's money, nearly $6 billion is deposited into the account of an obscure 100-year-old charity based in London called the Sicomacy Trust.
One hour after his death that'll be it for Joseph Cranfield's fortune except for two outstanding matters.
First, one weirdo beneficiary who refuses to cash a cheque for $10 million and keeps sending it back to me - Bill Anderson.
- That's right.
How'd you know? You drove down to my house so I'd help you with Anderson.
Didn't really come to see you about Anderson, Jack.
I came because I knew it would all lead to your wife.
This is about Amy.
The only property Cranfield put in trust was that building.
That building? This is where Amy was when she said she was home.
Crane.
Crane.
Allison.
"There are places on earth where it is easier to cross from the living to the dead and back again.
- The world has many - such crossing places.
Took me months but I found out that since the Seattle fire of 1889 this building has been in the Crane family.
Todd Crane? The partner at Amy's firm? The Crane family have been trustees on the board of what charity for the last 150 years? Uh, one that Cranfield gave 10% of his fortune to? - The Sico - Sicomacy Trust.
The Sicomacy Trust goes back 200-300 years.
The charity actually leases the building from Crane.
The building has three trustees.
The primary is Todd Crane.
Second is a guy named Marcus Fox.
He's a business associate of Joe Cranfield who vanished 9 years ago.
The last trustee is Joseph Cranfield.
Until upon his death, his protégé becomes the third trustee.
Where the hell is everybody? Is this place completely empty? It's weird, right? At first I thought it was a front for something, but that didn't add up.
Then I found the connection to your wife.
Been putting it together for a while, Jack.
Didn't know her maiden name.
Amy Dyer is married to you.
She's a lawyer, Terry.
At a big firm in a big city where Cranfield is a big shot.
Joseph Cranfield had factories in the US, China, India.
He had farms in Brazil.
Homes, buildings all over the world and this is the only one he'll own after he's dead and your wife is a trustee.
She lied to you about being here.
Why would she come clean on a phone call? - You're calling my wife a liar? - Oh, come on, Jack.
I just want to know why someone wanted Bill Anderson dead and why his family was killed.
Text me the photographs and everything you have on Bill Anderson.
And then don't do anything.
Don't call me.
Stay the hell away from me.
Hell, you can even go back to the Chicago if you want.
Hello? Hello? Hello? Who is this? A part time friend.
- Which part am I talking to? - Drop what you're doing.
Only reason to go in that house is to see what it would be like if it happens to you.
Why don't you tell me to stop to my face? How about we meet? Do you want to end up like Bill Anderson's family? You've been warned.
Oh, yeah, well, how hello? Hands on your head.
Interlace your fingers.
Yeah? This is going to be a very bad call for you.
Aren't they all lately? What the hell have you been doing? Not what I told you.
Not what I told you, Richard.
Haven't you tuned into Oz Tuner's radio show? - Nothing but guest hosts forever.
- Bill Anderson.
I told you in the first place that Anderson was nothing to worry about.
Why even kill him? The old man's going to be dead soon.
Anderson's still in Seattle.
Frank Sheppard saw him.
Well, let Frank finish the job.
If he is nothing, then why is Jack Whalen looking for Anderson? Do your job, Richard.
Alright, Rose.
I'll do my job.
I'll have eggs over easy, corn beef hash, coffee.
Coming right up.
"Alison, Alison, Alison.
" "Mariners beat the Rangers 5-3.
" 5-3.
"Mariners beat the Rangers 5-3.
" 5-0-3.
5-0-3.
5-0-3.
5-0-3! That calls Alison! 5-0-3! 5-0-3! That calls my mom! Hello? Hello? Alison? Madison? Madison? Alison? Alison? Madison, where are you? Madison, where are you? I want my mom.
I want my mom so bad.
The man inside won't let me.
He wants to see some man named Crane.
I want to go home.
Help me get home! Help me get home! Madison! Madison! Madison, where are you? Baby, where are you?! Baby! Always nice to get a visit from one of L.
A's finest.
Finest what? I retired from LAPD.
Retired, huh? Maybe more like "asked to leave.
" Retired.
To write books.
You're a regular Joseph Wambaugh, huh? Did I make fun of your tie? Not till just then.
Writing a book about the Andersons? No.
No, it's a sad story.
I want to make some money, you know, happy stories.
You think he did it Anderson? You're not one of those conspiracy kooks? Friends of Oz Turner like that Tim Truth? Who? Late night radio talk show conspiracies and paranormal? - Why would you think I was one of those guys? - Tim Truth and his amateur sleuths are wreaking havoc on my investigation.
He's changing information every night on sightings of Anderson.
Wait, so they exchange information on the radio? Yeah, they're all wackos.
Who knows what they're talking about.
They might as well be talking in code to each other.
They're so out there.
If Anderson's alive, he must be following that shit 'cause I can't get a lead on the guy.
You think he's you think he's still alive? You don't think he maybe killed himself maybe? Not with a $60,000 insurance policy to collect on his wife.
He already turned down a $10 million bequest from some rich benefactor.
Where'd you get that? LA's finest.
Your lawyer friend tell you? - How do you know about him? - Seattle's finest.
And he showed up to make your bail.
Oh, well.
You know the suits in LA usually use that as a way of saying you can go.
Find your wife? I know you were up here looking for her.
Well, then you know I found her.
I hope you weren't by any chance looking for her in the way you went looking for those guys you killed in Los Angeles.
I hope.
Hey.
Thanks for getting me out of here, man.
Appreciate it.
Yeah, don't mention it.
That detective just gave me an idea on how we could reach out to Henderson.
Trouble is he may be long gone or long dead or never hear it.
So who's the one person we know who could tell us about it? - Joseph Cranfield.
- That's right.
He trusts you, doesn't he? If he wanted me to know about the trustees, Jack, he would have just told me.
Just call him.
Ask him what he wants you to do with the Anderson money.
Just call him.
Do it.
Do it now, go ahead.
Hello.
Hello? What is it? I'm on my way out, I am sorry to bother you, Mr.
Crane but reception just let somebody up here from your daughter's school and they're demanding to talk to you.
Hey, come back here! You can't just Oh.
Hi! Long time no see, Toddy.
- I'm sorry, Mr.
Crane, I tried.
- It's okay, Danielle.
It's fine.
Come have a seat.
So what's your name? Madison.
Can you believe that? And you go to school with my daughter Meadow.
Never met her.
- I thought you told the people downstairs - Is this her? - Is that Meadow? - Yeah.
She hasn't sprouted yet.
That's just the way I like them.
Soft, smooth with just a hint of breast bud on the horizon.
I'm 9.
See? No boobs yet either, Todd.
Is this a joke? Is someone making you do this? I told that "piece of ass" assistant of yours that me and your daughter are in the same class.
She bought it.
You doing her? I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to say that.
Ow, ow, ow.
So, limp dick, there's some shit I need from you.
You, uh, you need to go.
I'm calling your parents.
Put the god damn phone down or I'll start screaming rape.
I want to talk to Cranfield.
I don't know Joe Cranfield.
- I mean, I know who he is but I don't - Knock it off, Todd.
I know you're kind of a civilian in all this, but you're all I got.
This stupid book they gave me.
I mean, there's a picture of a building but no map.
And there's kid inside me that won't go around quietly.
She just keeps on crying for her mother.
Listen, I'll make this easy on both of us.
I need Cranfield.
And don't play like you don't know him, because that's bull shit that I don't have time for.
I don't know how you know about Mr.
Cranfield but - I'm not in touch with him.
- Bull shit, Todd! His time must almost be up! Mr.
Cranfield is very sick Marcus.
So whatever you want with him, you're not gonna get it.
And whatever you think you can get from me you've got it.
Now it's time - to go.
- How sick? Wait a minute.
Okay.
Who's next? They've gotten rid of me.
Not Rose.
Todd, was Rose triggered? Danielle, get security in here.
Let go of me! Stop touching me! Why are you being so mean? Stop touching me! He touched me! He tried to hurt me! Just call Child Services or get her mother.
Just get her out of my office.
Help me.
He put his tongue in my mouth.
The kid is schizophrenic or bipolar.
Get her to a - psych ward now.
- Wait.
My bag.
Hey, Todd.
What goes around comes around.
This is Todd Crane and I need to speak to Rose.
It's urgent.
Intensely urgent.
We have a problem we thought we were never gonna have again.
Welcome back, true soldiers of Truth.
Tim Truth carrying on the tradition for Oz Turner coming to you live from the Oz Turner Broadcast Center.
Never forget.
Tonight's topic, as it has been since his cowardly murder, is our fallen brother Oz Tuner.
Together we will find who did this to him and Bill Anderson's family.
If you are out there listening, Bill, know that you're not alone.
We're with you.
I don't know about this, J.
Cranfield is not the type of person you can just drop in on.
What's the worst that can happen? They ask us to leave? Big deal.
Go ahead.
Alright.
Alright, alright.
Alright.
Here we go.
What's going on with this guy? Hi.
Gary Fisher.
I'm an attorney for Mr.
Cranfield.
Sorry Mr.
Fisher, tonight's occasion is invitation only.
I'm going to have to ask you to turn the vehicle around and leave the premises.
Immediately.
Thank you.
What the hell was that all about? I don't know.
Can we get around the back through those woods? Can I do what? - Pull over.
- What? - Pull over.
- This is not very smart.
Jack, this is a bad idea.
Jack, what are you doing, man? Shit.
- What are they doing? - I don't know.
- Can you see? - Right.
Let's see if this works.
Here you go.
- What is that? - I don't know.
Shit.
That's Cranfield.
Amy! Whoa, whoa, we've got to go.
We've got to go.
Shit! - Jesus, what the hell was that? - I don't know.
- Was that a funeral? - I don't know.
- Some kind of goddamn funeral? - How the hell would I know? - Why don't you know, Gary? - If I knew, I would tell you Jack! I don't know! - You told me about the whole goddamn thing! - I don't know.
- Why was my wife there? - I don't know! What was she doing there, Gary? Goddamn it! Stop the goddamn car! - Goddamn it! Shit! - Jesus! Keep it together, man! - Did you see that back there? - You know that I did.
- Look, I'm scared too, man.
- My wife was at that that whatever that was.
Was it a funeral? Hope it was a funeral, Jack.
Hope they weren't euthanizing or murdering the old man.
She's she's been she's been not herself.
She's been acting weird, all kinds of crazy shit, but that! That was yeah, I'm scared.
I'm scared that my life as I know it is over.
It's Cranfield.
Jesus, man.
Where the hell are we going to get answers from now, Jack? There's still Bill Anderson.
We've gone late, like we always do.
Bill Anderson, if you're listening, stay strong, brother.
We're here for you, brother.
You sure Anderson will be able to crack this code you made up? Sure, it's a simple transposition code.
When I was on probation at the L.
A.
P.
D.
I worked radio encryption.
Tactical and narcotics use it quite a bit.
Now, Anderson is an acoustic engineer, so he should be able to recognize how these numbers correspond to a time and place.
He'll know it's for him without saying his name.
Yeah, there's personalized information in there that only he would know, like the serial number of the machine he was building in the basement.
The number to call, 1-800-555-0192.
Next caller, never forget.
Yes, Tim, never forget.
Serial number GM67509 1512650 EUCPIHOG23.
14 hertz.
3608883759.
Are the encryption hackers picking up their pencils, going old-school all over the West Coast right now or what? Thank you, soldier.
Let's hope it works.
Let me tell you though, brother, this had better not be some soldier for the new world order using Oz Turner's broadcast to disseminate encrypted information.
- Just saying.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
That's him.
Here we go.
Very nice double-transposition encryption you devised.
The key number nearly eluded me, but it certainly intrigued me enough to risk meeting you.
First of all, Bill, we both know that you didn't do what you're accused of doing.
Why didn't you take Cranfield's money? How do you know about that? That's what convinced me to meet you, mentioning Cranfield in your code.
I'm the guy you kept sending the cheque back to.
I'm Jack Whalen, this is Gary Fischer.
He wanted me to cease my research.
I could accept the money on the sole condition that I end it, but if I accepted the money and kept working, there would be consequences.
And that between the lines, I'd better accept the money.
There were no conditions.
I never made any demands on you.
What were you working on? Sound.
Infrasonics.
Very low frequencies.
Most people had been looking at 18 hertz, but I experimented with 19.
There are sounds which affect the human being.
The roar of an alligator, an earthquake, hurricanes, all exist within the 19 hertz range, infrasonics not heard but felt.
It may allow us a glimpse into natural phenomena that a human being is not intended to see or hear.
What things? What are you talking about? What were you building? Do you believe in ghosts? I made a ghost machine.
I know it sounds goofy.
It needs a better name, but that's what it is a device that sees ghosts.
Get down.
Get down! 911! Gary, 911! Come on, come on.
Come on! Queen Raverte.
No, no, no.
No! Oh, goddamn it! 911.
Please state the nature of your emergency.
Police, fire or ambulance? Please state the nature of your emergency.