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[ Peter Sivo Band's "Let the
Devil Pour the Wine" plays ]

-♪ Every kiss I get is stolen

♪ From your wife,
who waits for you ♪

♪ And the fire you bring me
in your arms ♪

♪ Is gone by the morning dew

♪ Though I have no right
to hold you ♪

♪ I'm too weak
to say we're through ♪

♪ And the only right
my heart can feel ♪

♪ Is to have
and to give to you ♪

-How many is that now?

-♪ So give me tonight

-You need to call him a taxi.

I'm not trying to be mean.

-♪ Let the devil take tomorrow

-It's that old guy again.

-♪ Let the devil...

-Should you let
the manager know?

-The guy hasn't done anything.
-That's how it is with creeps,

right up until the day that
they decide to do something.

-He's probably harmless.

-Nobody's harmless,
especially a male nobody.

-Excuse me. Can I sit down?

-You're allowed to sit
wherever you'd like.

-Thank you.
-What would you like to drink?

-A soda water...with lemon.

Please cut it in half.

-That's $1.
-Thank you.

Here.

-Have anything smaller
than that?

-All my bills are that size.

-I'll get you your change.

-During my prior visits
to this establishment,

you were tending the bar.
Do you really enjoy that work?

-When the customers
are respectful, I do.

-Mm.

-But, uh...

you have ambitions, don't you?

-That's not any of your
business.

-Perhaps I'm mistaken --

I am from Europe and do not know
all of these local customs --

but I thought that the primary
responsibility of a bartender

is to serve and engage
the customers in a conversation.

Is companionship
something that you offer?

-Make one more insinuation,
and I'll have you thrown out.

-Cheers.

-So, where are you
from in Europe?

-I am from France.

My father is French,
and my mother is German.

But I lived in many places.

-Well, I don't know
how things are back there,

but in this country,
people don't wear hats

when they sit down
someplace to have a drink.

-[ Chuckles ]

So, you want me
to take my hat off?

-I'm letting you know
the customs,

since you're such
a respectful guy.

-♪ She was the sweetest love
I'll ever know ♪

♪ Oh, how I hated
to let her go ♪

-Tell me something.

Are you an acquaintance of hers?

-Bartender? The man here wants
to know if we're acquainted.

♪ Sure gets dark
when the sun goes down ♪

[ Guitar solo ]

-Disgusting homosexuals.

Ugh!

-♪ She gave me just
a taste of love ♪

♪ And now she's all
I'll ever dream of ♪

[ Rock music blaring ]

-Mind if I turn it down a bit?
-Too loud?

-No. I just want to
talk about something.

[ Volume decreases ]
-What's on your mind?

-Well...what we talked
about last week.

♪ You talk so nice,
and you act so smooth ♪

-Having a baby?
-Yeah.

I think --

I think now would be
the perfect time.

-Me too.

[ Whirring ]

Did you hear that?

-It came from the back.

[ Music continues ]

[ Object whips ]

-Aaaaaaaaah!
-Aaaaaaaaah!

Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.

Ahh.

[ Speaking French ]

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

-Harrow, come take
a look at this.

-Maybe like a-a raccoon,

when it stands on its hind legs,
begging for scraps?

I'll call it in.

[ Thunder crashes ]

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Siren wailing ]

-Get ready for
something different.

[ Police radio chatter ]

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Freeze!

[ Chain rattles, gunfire ]

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-Hello, Dad.

-You letting yourself go?

-What?
-That stain on your face.

-Oh. I'm, um...

working on a beard.

Thought I'd try a new look.

-Well, you might want to remove
some of that jewelry you got on.

It's dated.

-Oh.

I do not remember
putting that on.

-Eddy!

-Mom.
-Oh! How are you?

-I'm fine. I'm fine.

-That's good.
-Yeah.

-You look well.
-Don't patronize him.

-I'm not. Divorce can be
very hard to go through,

and I think you look very well,
especially when you consider...

I cleaned up your old room.

Any idea how long
you intend to stay?

-Uh, well, I'm gonna
look for apartments

when I'm off work this weekend,
so I don't think very long.

-I'd like that in writing.
-Oh, you are a delight.

-Are you feeling sorry
for yourself, coming in here,

going through
his stuff, wallowing?

-Dad, if you don't want me here,
just say so,

but Mom invited me, okay?

You've been at your worst
since I got here,

and, also, your best is...
not great, so...

-Yeah, your lecture would have
had a lot more impact

if you weren't holding
a doll in your hands.

-You know what? I can -- I can
just go stay at Markowitz's...

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your mom wants you here,
it's fine by me.

-Okay.
-Any of that stuff valuable?

That box has just been sitting
in that closet forever.

Well, you wanna sell it
on the computer, keep the cash.

-No. I don't think
I'd sell any of this stuff, no.

-All right. Up to you.

Home by 7:00,
you can have dinner with us.

If not, we'll set
something aside for you.

-Thanks.
-You know, I was disappointed

when I found out you
and Jennifer separated.

I really thought
she'd make a good mother.

And she was a real
good looker, too...

...especially for a guy who...

works in a comic-book store
and draws.

-I'm sure that was supposed
to come out nicer.

-Yeah.

-Hey.

That'll be $12.

-I've got $9.85.
Can you do some type --

-No, no, no, no, no, no.
No charity, okay?

If you don't have enough,
you can steal from your mommy

like everybody else.

-You're a jerk-off.
-Perhaps I am, yes,

but that does not diminish
the value of my advice to you.

-You want me to hold
these back here

or put them back on the shelves?

-You can hold them.

You drawing anything
new these days?

-Hmm? No, not really.

-You should do more
Madame Lightning.

-Mm, maybe.
-She's hot.

-I think you should work
on something new.

-Yeah, I will. I just, um --

I've been very, uh...

-Distracted.

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You've been pretty distracted.
-Oh, yeah, I have been.

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-Eddy Easton?
-Yeah?

-Do you remember me?

I'm Ashley -- Ashley Summers.

-Oh, my God.
Mike's little sister.

-Yeah. You remember.
-Oh. Wow.

-I know I looked kind of
different before, but...

-Are you still over there?
-Mm-hmm, yeah.

But it's just me now.

Mike's in the Coast Guard.
I don't know if he told you.

And my parents moved
to Florida, so...

-Oh.
-Oh, sorry.

Am I interrupting you? I --
-Oh, no, I was -- No, this --

I was looking at the old thing

'cause, um, honestly,
work was bad,

and the idea of having dinner

with my parents
right now is, uh...

-You wanna join us for a walk
around the block?

[ Cat meows ]

-Oh.

You're walking a cat.

-Hypothetically. Yeah.

-So, what are you doing now?
-I'm getting a sociology degree

and working at a record shop.

-Oh, cool. I love records.

I mean, when they first came
out, we called them "records,"

before they were "vinyl,"
when hipster douchebags

just made them
to seem all retro.

-Yeah. But, honestly,

I'd probably agree
with any statement

that contained the phrase

"hipster douchebags."

[ Chuckles ] Sorry.
-Oh. So...

will Rhonda get jealous
if I ask you for your number?

-Yes.
-Okay.

-But she can deal.

-Hello.

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Do you want to go
to the auction, hmm?

Shit!

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Jesus. Ow.

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Ow. Mnh.

Ow.

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Fuck.

Shit.

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Well, you definitely seem like
a toy that a maniac would make.

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Don't stab or hook anything.

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[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

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-Do you guys remember where
you got that puppet for James,

the, um, creepy one
with the, uh --

the skull face and the hat?

-I don't. Do you?

-We didn't actually
buy that for James.

He found it when he was
at sleepaway camp.

I would never have bought him
something like that.

He really wanted to keep it,
so we let him.

-Where was his sleepaway camp?
-Postville.

-You know, this used to be
better before he could fly...

-Uh-huh.

-...back when he leapt over
stuff.

-Why?
-Because jumping

hundreds of feet in the air
is a logical extrapolation

of superhuman strength, right?

Whereas flying displays
a flagrant disregard

for the laws of physics, okay?

Unless his body was somehow

magnetically opposed
to the Earth

or somehow magnetically
attracted to the sun,

which is ridiculous.

He's just too powerful
if he can fly.

-Yeah, but --
but he's also bulletproof.

So, what's the difference?
-He's bullet-resistant.

[ Door opens, bell jingles ]

-Hey!
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Mmm.

-You must be Ashley.
-I am. And you're Markowitz?

-Are you impressed?
-Just don't even --

don't even engage him.
That's the best thing to do.

Just --
-Okay.

-Yeah, just look
over here, so...

-What's this?
You going somewhere?

-Um, I was actually thinking

about going to that convention
at the end of the month.

-Cool.
-Oh, my God. Do you wanna go?

-Mm, to a convention celebrating
a bunch of sick murders

that happened 30 years ago?

Things like that exemplify

absolutely everything
that's wrong with our society.

-So, that's a yes?
-Yeah.

-Oh, cool. Okay.
I figured you'd want to.

-[ Clears throat loudly ]

-You okay there?
-Don't look at him.

-I'm sorry. I just --

I get this really weird cough
when I'm not invited to things.

It's a...
-You wanna come

to the convention?
-No.

-Oh, my God, I would love
to join you two. Thank you.

-That was not an official
invitation, okay?

-You gonna un-invite me?
-Mm-hmm.

-Your very close friend
and tolerant employer?

-Okay, if you're gonna come,
just a couple rules. Ready?

There's no eating in the car.

There's no drinking in the car.
There's no smoking in the car.

There's no black metal
in the car,

no thrash metal, no death metal.

-What about --
-No grindcore.

-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
-And you're paying for gas.

-Hold on a second,
Genghis McHitler.

You're gonna make me
follow all these rules

and then also pay for gas?

These are my terms.
They are non-negotiable.

Do you still want to come?

-Yes, I do, although now
it's mostly just to spite you.

-That's fine.

-[ Chuckles softly ]

[ Grindcore music blaring ]

Hey, Ashley, do you know
any another 7 1/2s

that you could maybe --

I mean, I would go as low as,
like, a 7

or a very skilled 6 1/2.

-This is grindcore.

You heard about it
your whole life.

This is it.

-Very good. Carry on, driver.

-It was your brother's, right --
the puppet?

-Yeah, he, uh -- he found it
at sleepaway camp

the summer before his, uh...
accident.

-I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to bring up anything sad.

I-I --
-No, no.

Look, we're -- we're selling
one of James's toys.

It's bound to come up.

-You know, grindcore would
help us avoid this topic.

Also, uh --
I don't know -- toplessness?

-But you're only an A-cup.

Maybe a B.

-Might you try being polite to
you boyfriend's boss, Sugarbat?

-Hey.

No nicknames for Blondie here.

Okay?

-Fine, Mussolini.

-You wanna...

-Nice.

-Enjoy your stay.

Hi.
Welcome to the Brass Buckle.

You here for the convention?

-Yes, we are. Yeah.
-Oh, perfect.

Uh, what names are
your reservations under?

-Uh, there's two.
One's under, uh, Easton.

One's under Markowitz.

-You must be Markowitz.

-Why? 'Cause I look like a Jew?

-Are you Markowitz?
-Yes.

-Then there's nothing to be
upset about, now, is there?

All right, here's this.

Please, if you could just --
Thank you.

-Mm-hmm.
-Sign right here.

-Okay.
-Thank you very much.

Right there. Thank you.
-Okay.

-There's one key,
and your second key.

-Okay.

-You're all checked in --
102 and the other one.

Um, I'm Howie,
if you need anything.

And these pamphlets right here

have the entire convention
schedule on them.

Also, there's a coupon
to the Toulon Mansion Tour,

if you'd like to go.

There's one more today at 5:30.

-Thanks, Howie.

-Thank you. Enjoy your stay.

-It's good.
-Yeah.

Let's do this.
-Okay.

Wait. Aren't we meeting
Markowitz in like 10 minutes?

-We'll do it twice, then.
-Mmm.

Aah.
Twice?

-Mmm.
-Mmm.

Mmm. Not bad
for a comic-book guy.

-Remind me your name.

[ Both chuckle ]

-You're an idiot.

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I wasn't able to find you
a 7 1/2...

-Oh.
-...or a skilled 6.

But, uh, I appreciate
you sharing Edgar with me.

-I'm happy to.
-Thanks.

-Who knows?
I might be able to pick up

a rural 7 1/2 in the hotel bar.

It is very depressing in there.
It might give me the edge.

Hey, have you, um -- you checked
out Madame Lightningyet --

You know, the comic Edgar did?

-No. I mean, not yet.
Of course, I will, but, uh...

-You should. It's really good.
-Yeah.

Yeah. I'm sure it's great.

-Mm-hmm.

-Let's get started, shall we?

My name is Carol Doreski,

and I'll be your tour
guide this evening.

I'm a retired police officer
who was part of the team

that raided this mansion
30 years ago.

Yes, I was one of the shooters.

Andre Toulon --
note the pronunciation --

was born in Paris,
France, in 1907.

Not much is known about
his life in Europe,

though from a very early age,

he was involved
with the family business.

That was manufacturing, selling,
and performing with puppets.

We had three of his puppets in
that display case over there...

before they got stolen.

And this is one of only
two surviving photographs

of Les Fantoches Magiques
de Toulon.

Translated, that means

"The Magical
French Puppets of Toulon."

Now, Andre Toulon
was imprisoned in Paris

for three years
in the late 1920s

and twice for shorter durations
in Norway and Luxembourg.

After his third incarceration,
Toulon moved to Germany,

where he remained
until shortly after the war.

-Somebody fled toGermany?

-During his time
in the Fatherland,

Toulon resumed his puppet show.

Blueprints for this mansion
and bars of gold

were sent from Germany
to the Unites States by Toulon

as World War II
turned in favor of the Allies.

Four weeks after Germany
surrendered, Toulon,

along with his wife, Madeline,

boarded an ocean liner
bound for the United States.

It was during this journey
that Mrs. Toulon

jumped from the ship

and committed suicide.

-[ Chuckles ]
[ Clears throat, sniffs ]

-The walls of this chamber
are soundproof.

On the day that the police
entered the premises,

these four cots
were occupied by women.

Three of them were alive,
but in terrible shape.

Their...

[ Clears throat ]

...eyes had been gouged out,

and their bodies were covered
with burns and lacerations.

All of them were insane.

And the two who were
eventually identified...

were both Jewish.

Note the holes in the middle
of the mattresses

and the drain
on the floor below them.

It appears the war did not end
in Germany for Andre Toulon.

The swastika in the center
is more than eight feet tall.

-Actually, when I grew up in
Germany,

we never said "swastika."
We said "Hakenkreuz."

-You have anything else
you wanna add,

since you're the expert?

Is that a...
"nein"?

Follow me downstairs.

This is a partial collection

of Andre Toulon's
extensive library.

In total, the library
has volumes on biology,

astrology, numerology,

eschatology, and demonology,

among other more
esoteric subjects.

These were written
in 38 different languages,

not including the papyrus
scrolls in that case over there,

which are in two languages
yet to be identified.

Yes, we checked the Internet.

Now, I'd like you
to pay close attention

to the volumes prominently
displayed in the case.

These are from the private
library of Adolf Eichmann.

Eichmann is credited with
organizing the "Final Solution."

-It sounds like Toulon deserved
worse than what he got.

-You're quite right, my friend.

♪♪

This cellar workshop

is where Andre Toulon
manufactured puppets

for his mail-order business.

It is unclear how many
of these puppets were made

and sent around
the United States,

Europe, and Asia,

though 60 or so of them
are expected be in Postville

by tomorrow for the auction.

This room...

is where we found
Andre Toulon...

on the day
that we forced our way inside.

Toulon...

raised his gun,

which was a Luger.

And we shot him...

four times.

He fell to the ground
and died without...

taking a single shot.

I've often wondered --
maybe he wanted to be executed.

At least, I hope so.

Andre Toulon's body was claimed
by a distant relative

and laid to rest
in that mausoleum.

-What are the rods
coming out of the -- the top?

-Oh, uh, no one's really sure.

Speculation is that it has some
sort of occult significance.

His library was
full of that stuff.

-Because they don't go
with the rest

of the architecture, you know?

-No, I guess they don't.

Well, this is the end
of the tour.

Feel free to look around
for a few more minutes

and ask me
any additional questions.

-Cool. Thank you.

You guys need a jump?

-Thanks, but I already
tried that.

I'm not sure what
could be wrong with it.

-Good luck.

-Hey, there's one right there.
Right there.

-Oh. Hi.

-Sorry. We probably
knocked it over

when we were rushing earlier.

♪♪

Think somebody who
works here took him?

-I think that a lot
of very valuable collectibles

all arrived in a small town
at the same time

and I was a fucking moron
to trust a hotel lock.

-Hello?
-Yeah. Hi. Hi.

This is Edgar Easton,
and I'm in 336. Um...

-Rester dans l'ombre.
[ Buzzing ]

-Yes?

-Hello? Hello?
-H-Hello?

-Hello, sir?
-Hello. Hi --

Yes, yes, this is Edgar Easton.
Sorry.

There was some interference
on the line.

Yeah, I'm -- I'm in 336.

Something of mine
is, uh, stolen.

-Okay. I'll -- I'll --
I'll see what I can do.

-Okay.

-Did that voice say,
"Rester dans l'ombre"?

-I think so, yes.

Why? What does that mean?

-It's French. It means,
"Remain in the shadows."

-Something just went
under the bed.

-Like what?
A cockroach? A mouse?

-Bigger.

Jason.
-Yeah?

-Our Kaiser's gone.
You know where it is?

-Yeah. Hold on a sec.

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He's down here.

-How'd he get over there?

-I don't know.
Housekeepers, I guess.

-Well, after what we saw today
in the Toulon Mansion,

I wouldn't have minded
if it got stolen.

Having something like that
makes me really uncomfortable.

-Lots of Jewish people collect
Nazi memorabilia -- medals,

pamphlets,
posters, stuff like that.

My Uncle Shelley does.

[ Sighs ]
Where'd this guy go?

Huh.

-Is it to remind him
of what happened back then?

-It's a reminder, sure,

but there's also a feeling
of empowerment there, you know?

Like saying to the Nazis,

"Your big plans of genocide
and world domination

didn't work,

and now your symbols are nothing
more than trinkets for us

to collect,

souvenirs of your failure
and our survival."

♪♪

-Aaaaaaaaaah!

-Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

[ Sizzling ]

-[ Gasping ]

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-Hang it up in the closet.

-There.

You ever worked at a strip club?

-No.
-Hmm.

You could.

-And that's supposed to be
a compliment?

-I bet you don't have
any tan lines.

I was right.

[ Both moaning ]

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Aaaah! Aaaah!
-Fuck!

-Ohhh!
-What the fuck are you doing?!

-Fuck! What the fuck?!

-Shit.
-Ahh! What the fuck?

[ Man groaning,
woman screaming ]

[ Man gasps ]

-Ohh!

David Starr starts in Toronto with the superkick to the face.

-Oh! What elevation on that...

-Kill the bastard
son of a bitch!

-...nearly jumped
out of the building!

This is lucha libre rules...

-Total bullshit, man!

-Although not spent
a lot of time in Mexico,

maybe not super familiar
with lucha libre rules.

[ Spectators shouting]

-David Starr
not endearing himself

to this wrestling crowd.

[ Spectators shouting]

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[ Urinating ]

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♪♪

-Another beer?

-♪ I don't know
where I'm going ♪

♪ And I don't know
where I've been ♪

♪ And I've been told...

♪ After all is...

-Bartender?

-What do you want from
the Cuddly Bear?

-I want to buy that woman
a drink. What's she having?

-Tea.

Need a moment to figure
your strategy, cuz?

-I'd like to have a tea bag
of whatever she's having.

This will just take
a few seconds.

-No rush.

-Okay.

I would like you to deliver

this tea bag to
the bookish blonde over there.

-Cuddly Bear can do that.

From the tall gentleman
at the end.

♪♪

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Want another martini?

-Yeah. Uh, and I think
I might order some food, too.

-All right.
Nerissa, wants to order.

-How much would it
cost me to, uh,

drop a laxative
in the bookish blonde's drink?

-$750.

-That is a very high
and specific price.

-Cuddly Bear don't wanna
hurt nobody, even a hater,

but Mrs. Cuddly Bear
wants herself a new hi-def TV.

Cuddly Bear's got principles,
but he also got priorities.

-Markowitz.
-Cuddly Bear.

-Yeah. I heard.
Hey, have a drink on me.

-Thanks, cuz.

-I'll be right back
for your order.

-Thank you. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait a second.

Is that an Empress Asayuki
pin you're wearing?

-You know Empress Asayuki?
-I have every manga and DVD.

-Well, good to know.
I'll be back very soon.

[ Knock on door ]

-Postville P.D.

Edgar Easton?

You're the one that reported
your doll missing, correct?

-I did. And it's a puppet.

-Is she with you?

-Yes, she is.
-Name?

-Ashley Summers.

-Your girlfriend?
-Uh...

we're dating. Right?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Did she know about the doll,
what it was worth?

-She did.

Uh, I-I don't understand what
that has to do with anything.

-When did you first tell her
about the doll?

-I don't understand what that
has to do with anything.

-You don't have to understand.
Just tell me --

when did you first
tell her about the doll?

-I don't know.
A little over a week ago, maybe.

-Was that before or after you
two first had intercourse?

-None of your business.

-No, it's my business because --
-Edgar told me about the puppet

exactly one week after we'd had
intercourse for the first time.

We did it 3 more times that day

and approximately

11 more times
the following week.

Need any other stats, Gramps?

-No, you told me
more than plenty.

Now, when did you first notice
your doll missing?

-Please don't say, "Doll."

And if you saw it, I swear
you would never say "doll."

-It's a doll. It's a doll.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, Postville P.D.
Do you speak English?

-Yeah, I do. Of course. Yeah.

-So, what's all the commotion?

-Well, someone stole
meinpuppets.

-How many puppets do you have?
-Five of them.

And two were in
near-mint condition.

-Five puppets?

This incident is starting
to turn into a happening.

-Mom, just want to take some
time and re-evaluate things,

you know, not rush into
anything like I did last time.

Yeah, and the gallery is taking
up plenty of my attention now.

No, not once since New Year's,
not even a little sip.

Thanks.

It was hard at first, but, uh,
now I don't even miss it.

Yeah, except maybe
a little bit at openings.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

There's at least eight others
that are up for auction,

and the condition of mine --
you know, it isn't the best.

I'm hoping to get like
$3,000 for it, maybe $2,000.

Okay. Yeah.

Go enjoy your bridge game.
Say hi to Betty for me.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Mom.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Blade slices ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Yeah!

- Okay, here it comes.
Yes, Jonathan --

-...sleeping on one of my
friends' couch for a while.

[ Thump in distance ]

-Anne? Was that you?

-... maybe my new boss
would let me stay here

between shifts.

[ Rumbling in distance ]

-Anne, you making that noise?

Hey. You fall asleep, babe?

[ Sighs ] Anne!

♪♪

[ Liquid sloshing ]

What the fuck? Babe!

Oh, fuck! Fuck!
What -- Babe!

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sobbing ] What the fuck
happened to you?!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Men vocalizing ]

[ Blade slices ]

-[ Gasps, screaming ]

[ Vocalizing continues ]

-Hey, wanna go to a strip club?

[ Reggae music playing]

-You're a genius.

-[ Laughing ] Totally.
-[ Laughing ] You're a genius.

[ Music continues]

[ Exhales sharply ]

You already forgot about
the strip club, didn't you?

-[ Laughing ] Nah, man.
Nah, I didn't forget.

-You see those things?

[ Music continues]

-What things?

-The three little guys
that just ran under the van.

-[ Laughs ]

That sounds "doobie-ous."

[ Both laugh ]

-Howie, I'm gonna need
the first and last name

of every guest
in the hotel, okay?

-Okay.

-What are you looking
so nervous about?

-The police make me nervous.
-Where were you --

[ Cellphone rings ]

Brown.

What?

That's unbelievable. Where?

All right. I'm on my way
with the hotel manager.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪♪

-What's that?
-What's going on?

-Uh, just, um -- There's --
[ Cellphone rings ]

-Oh, my God.

-Hello?

Huh? What? Both of them?
The Gottliebs?

Ah. I'll -- I'll -- I'll --
I'll -- I'll tell the police.

Just keep the door shut
and don't touch anything, okay?

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Detective Brown, uh,

two more bodies
were...found by housekeeping.

-We should leave.
-Yeah, we should go.

-We really -- Yeah. Okay.
-Get the stuff. Get your stuff.

[ Buzzing ]

-Hold on a sec. What is that?

-Edgar --
-I just -- I --

-Wait right there.
-I wouldn't, um...

go in there.

♪♪

-...eagerly awaiting to see
if there's a new DDT Ironman.

-Ironman heavyweight.
-Heavymetalweight.

Heavymetal championship.
How dare he forget that?

Oh, no!

And a dip lock!
He's so strong.

Has he flipped anybody
as big as Moose?

-Hey, Howie!

There's a lot of blood
down here!

♪♪

-Uh, Dete-- Detective Brown?
Detective Brown?

We need you out here, please.
This is...

-What now?
-I-I don't know. Just --

Just -- Just come this way.

♪♪

-Who's staying in this room?

-Hezekiah Buckland.

-Hezekiah?

[ Shouting and cheering]

-Hezekiah Buckland --
what kind of name is that?

-It's a gypsy name.
I Googled it.

-These are hate crimes,
Detective.

A gypsy, a lesbian,
and a Jewish couple

have all been murdered.
Somebody is very clearly --

-Please let me do my job,
all right? This is my job.

Howie, I want every guest
in the hotel downstairs

in the lobby of
the convention center right now.

Attendance is mandatory.
-Yeah.

-If they're not dead,
they're suspects.

Walker, you know the drill.
Tape off the room.

Nobody gets in.

Come on, Howie. Let's go.

-Edgar, what's happening?
-Hi.

Um, we're gonna text Markowitz

and see if he's okay.
-Okay.

-Have you ever been
to Dallas before?

-Um, twice. I-I liked it there,
but it was pretty expensive.

-Well, not if you know
the right spots to hit

and, um, have a place to stay.

[ Both chuckle nervously ]

-You didn't hide it from me.
-What?

-Your password.
Most people hide it from me.

My last boyfriend did.

-Well...I trust you.

And, plus, Empress Asayuki
is a woman of honor, is she not?

-Yeah. Yeah, she is.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

-No, no.

Okay. I got to tell you, this is
just technically fan fiction,

but I prefer it
significantly to,

like, the last two
or three theatrical releases.

Here.

-That's cool.
-Yeah.

-You're selling one
at the auction?

-One what?

That's not mine.

Actually, I don't really
know how that got here.

-Mm. Maybe it walked.

[ Both chuckle ]

-[ Sighs ]

Huh.

Looks like somebody
ripped off one of his arms.

This one doesn't have
any hair, either.

I don't think this Edgar's.

[ Knock on door ]

-This is the police department!

Every single person is required

to go down
to the lobby right now!

This is an emergency!
[ Knock on door ]

Everybody go downstairs!

-Okay.

♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

-Everybody go
downstairs right now!

-Oh, uh, snag a jacket, love.

Who knows how long
this will take?

-I thought you gonna
keep me warm.

-Don't stall.

♪♪

-This one?

[ Blade slices ]

-Hurry, love.

[ Whirring ]

♪♪

-[ Gasping ]

[ Whirring continues ]

-Aaah! Aaah!

-[ Groaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Mutters ]
I'm gonna text him again.

-Okay. Actually, no. Wait.

Look.

-Hey. Markowitz, hey.
-Finally.

-Hey, I'm glad you're okay.

[ Siren blares ]
-Uh, hi. Sorry.

Uh, is everybody --
Can everybody hear me?

-Fuckin' cop's
looking right at me.

-We should fuckin' leave.

-This is Detective Brown from
the Postville Police Department.

He's going to explain
what's happening here.

Um...Detective Brown?

-Okay. Now, as many of you
already know,

there's been multiple cases
of theft and murder

at the Brass Buckle
this evening.

The police department is here
to investigate those crimes,

and we're gonna have
to interview each

and every one of you
before the night is over.

We'd like to prioritize anyone
who may have witnessed --

-Detective, do you think
it's safe for us

to be here,
given the circumstances?

-Hold all questions
until I'm through.

No one's leaving the building
unless authorized

by the police department,

and that's not going to happen
in the near future, so --

-What?
-What?

[ All murmuring ]

-You got backup power?
-Yeah, we should.

-Okay, now, in the event
of a power failure,

the backup generator
will kick in,

so we won't be left in the dark.

Now, does anybody think he or
she may have seen something --

[ All murmuring ]

-It isn't safe for us
to stay here.

I mean, there have been murders
and thefts and other --

-No one is leaving this building

until the police have completed
their investigation.

Get the doors.

And from now on,

anyone who interrupts me will
be charged with obstruction.

-You can't lock us in.

[ People screaming ]
-Stay where you are!

Do not attempt
to leave the building!

-Run!
[ Screaming continues ]

-Stop!

-Doreski, stand down!

[ All murmuring ]

♪♪

[ People screaming ]

♪♪

-Come on.

[ People shouting ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Shouting continues ]

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]

♪♪

[ Blade slices ]
-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

♪♪

-Hey! Travis!
Open the door! Travis!

[ Engine sputtering ]
What are you doing?!

-I'm trying --
I'm trying to start --

-Start the fucking caaaaaaaaar!
-It's not working!

-What the fuck?!
Oh, my God!

-No!

[ People shouting ]

♪♪

-Now I know
what killed my brother.

♪♪

[ People screaming ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Kid! Come on!

Come on!

We got to go in.

Stay behind the Cuddly Bear.
Hold on to my silk tight.

[ Whirring ]

[ People shouting ]

♪♪

[ Blade slices ]

Kid!

[ Gasps ]

-These doors are staying shut.

-Everyone, come on.

Let's regroup in here.
We got to make a plan.

-I think we can defend ourselves
better in the Easy Comfort.

-Fine. Let's regroup
in the Easy Comfort, then.

-Stick with him.
I have to get something.

Everybody should take one
of these

so we know
what we're up against.

-You're saying a puppet killed
little cuz, a goddamn toy?

-I know it sounds insane,

but we all saw
what we saw in the parking lot.

-Some of us did more
than just see these things.

-This is crazy.

-We've called for police
assistance,

the two nearest towns,

but they're not gonna be here
for at least two hours.

-Two hours?

-Fuck. Double fuck.

-Right. So we're gonna have
to figure out a way

to defend ourselves right now.

Anybody have any idea
how this is happening,

how these puppets are doing
what they're doing?

All right.

Then we catch one

and figure out how it works.

-You and your blue buddies
seem to be

the only ones with the guns.

-Yeah, and that's a good thing,

considering the terrible
judgment some of you

have exercised so far.

So, we catch one,
we take it apart,

we figure out how it works,
how to stop it, how to kill it.

Any idea as to how many
there might be?

-63 were to be auctioned off
tomorrow, so maybe 40, 45?

-Biscuits!

-Okay. The next logical
question is, "Why?"

-Because they're Nazis.

Think about it.

They've targeted a Jewish
couple, a gay woman, a gypsy,

and they were made by a guy
who worked for the Third Reich.

I don't think
that's a coincidence.

-They were attacking
pretty indiscriminately

in the parking lot.
-Okay, well, that's different.

That's -- That's when people
were trying to flee

and they were fighting back
so they were just pissed.

-Why would a guy
like "Too-lon" --

-It's "Toulon."

-Why would anybody
create a Nazi puppet?

-Because a puppet would be
a very good spy.

They're little. They're fast.

They can go around unnoticed,
find undesirables, okay?

If Anne Frank was hiding in your
attic, a puppet could find her.

-What do you mean,
like a bloodhound?

-Exactly, except one

that you would give
to a kid for their birthday.

-What exactly do you do,
Mr. Easton?

-I write and draw comic books.

-And that makes you
an authority on this?

Nazi puppets?

-I have an imagination.

I also have an asshole cop
for a father,

so this whole bit
doesn't intimidate me.

-Why now? Why here, Mr. --
Mr. Comic Book?

-I don't know. I don't know.

But I happen to think
that you're right.

We have to catch one,
take it apart.

-I'll do it.
My great-grandfather --

he had the numbers on his arm.

The stories
that he told us, uh...

If these Nazi puppets
want a Jew,

then I'll be the bait, okay?

But you got to promise me that

after we find out
what we need to know,

that you will let me
kill the fucker.

♪♪

-You have a plan?

-You got a menorah in storage?

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Baruch atah,
Adonai Eloheinu ♪

♪ Melech haolam♪

♪ Asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav♪

♪ V'tsivanu l'hadlik ner♪

♪ Shel Chanukah♪

[ Clicking ]

♪ Baruch atah, Adonai♪
[ Whirring ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Markowitz, stay back.

♪♪

-[ Groaning ]

[ Bones cracking ]

[ Screaming ]

-Fuck! Ahh!

-Come on, kid. Go! Out!
Grab that puppet!

♪♪

♪♪

-Okay.
This one's called Mechaniker.

-Yeah. That's German
for "mechanic."

-Thank you. I think we could've
figured that out.

-This purple thing --
what is this, a --

a hard drive, a motor?

What the hell activated it?

-Maybe it's something local.

-Like what?

♪♪

-Aaaah!

♪♪

-Scheisse.Shit.

♪♪

Shit.

-It's Junior Fuerher.

-All right, all right,
all right, all right.

-Kill that fucking baby!

♪♪

-Nice shot.
-Thanks.

-I think he's dead.
-Yeah.

-Give me that fucking thing.

Let's see how you like it.

[ Clanking ]

♪♪

[ Clanking continues ]

-Get behind me.

-I-I got a first-aid kid
in the office.

[ Rumbling ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Yeah, come out of there.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

-We got to hide somewhere else.
-Okay, everyone,

go up to a room or an office.

Seal it up till help comes,

'cause what happened
in that parking lot

is about to happen in here.

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

-Okay, wait here.
-No, no, no, I'm armed.

I should --
-No, no, no, no. I'll go first.

-Take this.
-Get -- Get -- Get back.

Oh, shit.

Ohh.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Check everywhere.

-Nothing. There's nothing.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]
-Shh, shh.

-H-Hello?

Someone help me?

-Shouldn't we help her?

-I just think that going outside
right now is not a good idea.

-So we're just
gonna let her die?

-There's a pretty big pile
of dead people

right outside of that door
right now, okay?

If the puppets find out
where we are, it's over.

-Sh'ma Yisra'eil, Adonai El--

-What is she saying?

-She's saying the Shema,
which is the prayer

that Jews say before they die.

Goddamn these fucks,
these fucking Nazis.

All right, that's it.
Give me the gun.

-You can't go out there.
-No.

What I can't do is just sit here
and let this happen to us again.

-You changed your mind
because she's Jewish?

-Yep.

-Why?

-I got about six million
reasons why.

I'm not gonna fight you
on this one, all right?

I'm going out there,
armed or not.

-Hey...

let's do this.
-What?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Take this.
Just -- Just take it.

-Thank you.
-Edgar.

Hey...

don't shoot Markowitz, okay?

-Sorry.

-Sh'ma Yisra'eil, Adonai El--

[ Coughs ]

Elo-- Eloheinu.

[ Rhythmic slicing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Gasps ]

[ Rhythmic squishing ]

♪♪

[ Whirs ]

-Oh! Fuck it!

[ Breathing heavily ]

Guys? Guys?

Guys?

♪♪

Aaaaaaaaah!

♪♪

-Oh, my God.
-All right.

Yep. Got you.

All right.

-It's about time I woke up
from this dream.

-Yeah. We all should.

-What about the woman?

-We were too late.

[ Whirring ]

♪♪

-No!

Gun!

♪♪

Oh, buddy, buddy, buddy.

-Open the window and jump down.

Dedicate
your next comic to me...

to a great...

Jewish hero.

♪♪

Shalom, amigo.

-Goodbye.

[ Exhales sharply, sniffs ]

♪♪

-Nerissa...

do you think you would
have s-slept with me?

You know, if I'd, like, took you
to some nice restaurants

and didn't say anything
too s-stupid?

-60% chance.

-That's good to know.

-Wow.
-We need to jump.

It's our best option -- unless
you think we should go up.

[ Grunts ]

-I'm sorry.

[ Grunts ]

-You okay?

-Nerissa, we got to go! Come on!

Come on!

♪♪

[ Squish ]
-[ Gasps ]

♪♪

Check for keys.
-Okay.

-Ahh!

♪♪

[ Grunting rhythmically ]
[ Horn honking rhythmically ]

♪♪

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, man.

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]
-Are we just gonna leave
everyone back there?

-I think I have an idea
how we can help them.

-Toulon's Mansion?

-My guess is that's what
switches them on,

maybe even controls them.
-I hope you're right.

[ Tires screeching ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Blade slices ]

♪♪

-[ Gurgling ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Banging on door ]

-It's me they want.
-Why do they want you, Howie?

-Because I'm --

[ Banging continues ]
I'll go in. I'll go in.

-Howie, no.
-I'll go in.

-Howie! Howie! You're no hero,
so don't even try it.

♪♪

-Now, don't get the sniffles.

Your Cuddly Bear helped
kill some puppet niggas

and can handle hisself
just fine.

Just do what I asked you
to do until I get home.

-Okay. I'll take a bubble bath.

-That'll give Cuddly Bear

something real nice
to think about.

[ Whirring ]

Now go get yourself
effervescent.

-I will.
-Bye, Lady Bear.

-Bye.

-Oh, shit.

[ Gunfire ]

-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

[ Up-tempo music plays]

-What?
-Oh, my God.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

-It's okay.
-[ Sighs ]

That was really brave
back there.

-That was really brave
of you, too.

-Not bad for a comic-book guy,
right?

-[ Exhales sharply ]

So, I've been meaning to say
something to you for a while.

I just want to explain
why I didn't read

those comics you gave me.
-You don't have to explain that.

-No, I --
-It doesn't matter. It...

-Madame Lightning's based
on your ex-wife, isn't she?

-Yeah.

-Well...

the thing is...

...I like you...

a lot.

And those drawings
felt like love letters

written to somebody else, and --

Yeah.

-It was that obvious?

-Yeah. It was to me.

-You don't have to be
jealous, um...

'cause the truth is...

I'm falling in love you,
and I only didn't tell you

because I thought
it would freak you out.

So...there.

-Edgar.

-You have to let me drive.
-Okay.

-Let me drive. Let me drive.

-Did you just say --
I heard that you love me?

Is that correct?

-Yes.
-Yes.

-I just wish I could
remember your name.

-[ Sighs ] Again.

-Okay.

We're here.

Remember
that creepy old building?

-Yeah. The mausoleum.

-Put on your seatbelt.

-You have a plan, right?

-I do, but I can't tell you
the whole plan

because I think
you will probably panic.

-Panic? Why?

-Looks like the nigga's
outta juice.

Bitch-ass puppet.

-[ Gasping ]

Ohh! Ugh!

[ Coughing ]

-Howie?

[ Grunts, coughs ]

[ Groaning ]

Howie?

Ugh.

Aw, shit, kid.

[ Engine starts ]

-Oh, shit.

-It's okay. Just try again.
[ Engine sputters ]

-[ Sighs ]

-[ Growling ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Snarls ]

♪♪

-Aah!

-[ Growls ]

-[ Grunts ]

-[ Growling ]

-[ Coughs ]

-Oh, my God. You okay?

You okay? You okay?
-Oh, my God.

♪♪

Was that Andre Toulon?
-I don't know. I think so, yeah.

-Okay.

-[ Growls ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪♪

-Noooooooooo!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

-I wanted to tell you that I
think the new Madame Lightning's

even better than the first one.

-I agree.
-A-And, man,

this issue's really messed up.

L-Lots of terrible shit happens
to people who don't deserve it.

-Yeah. I, uh -- I try to mirror
reality in my work, so...

-Are you gonna do some more?
-Um...yeah, probably.

I don't feel like things
are fully resolved.

Hi.
-Hi.

-Uh, just one?

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♪♪

[ Footsteps approach ]

-Don't ask.

Don't ask.