All language subtitles for The.Frighteners.1996.DC.1080p.Blu

Please.

Please don't hurt me.

It's wrong!
She's too young!

The sins of the flesh
will ruin her.

Please don't hurt me! Please!

The wicked will be punished.

"The mystery
heart condition

"that has killed over 30
people in less than four years

"has claimed
another victim."

"Doctors are baffled as to why
seemingly fit and healthy people

"are suffering
massive heart attacks.

"Many of fairwatefs residents are
claiming that the shadow of death

"has once again
descended on the town."

What's this shadow of death stuff?
I don't like it.

It's what they're saying,
miss rees-Jones.

There's a lot of scared
people out there.

"For decades, the name of
fairwater has been synonymous with death

"following the infamous 1964
Bradley-bartlett murder spree.

"Thirty years later as the
death toll steadily rises

"it appears the grim reaper
has once again returned

"to the quiet streets
of fairwater."

Oh, no.

Steve, no.

I asked for a new angle.
Now give me something fresh.

I want to see the human
face of this tragedy.

Get out there.
Talk to the families.

I want to know how this thing has
impacted on the local community.

Yes, miss rees-Jones.

And Steve, no more references
to death as a person.

Friend of the family?
Really such a shame.

Get out. Go on,
get out. Go on.

Go.

Oh, damn.

Oh, no!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god, I don't believe this.
This is not happening.

My lawn,
you ruptured my lawn.

Whoa!

Hey. How you doing?

Just give me a call.
I'll pay for the damages.

You're damn right
you're gonna pay

'cause I'm gonna
sue your ass.

Now let's not get
litigious, all right?

Just send me a bill.

"Frank bannister,
psychic investigator"?

That's right.
Well, that's a good one.

How come you didn't see the oorner coming?
You stupid moron.

This is goddamn bullshit!

Listen, buddy, this is
gonna cost you big time.

You're paying for a new
fence, you hear me?

I want this lawn
completely resurfaced.

Or we're going
to talk about a...

Budzo! My budzo.

Igotyour license plate
number, you bastard!

This is private property.

Oh! Mrs. Bradley?
I'm Dr. lynskey.

I work at the
medical center.

No, you don't.
I know who works there.

I started there
three months ago.

Dr. kamins is
my personal physician.

Yes, well, Dr. kamins
is attending a funeral

and I'm seeing
his patients today.

She was cutting the vegetables
and the knife slipped.

Well, a couple of stitches
and she'll be fine.

I'll drive you
to the clinic.

That's impossible.

It's a deep cut.

Then leave her
some antibiotics.

Mother, please.

Patricia never
leaves the house.

But it hurts.

To your room,
this instant!

Wait, just a minute.

Who did that to you?

I think you'd better
go now, Dr. lynskey.

You don't know who my
daughter is, do you?

Patricia's not
to be trusted.

I beg your pardon?

I can have her locked up
anytime I want to.

They said she was an
accessory after the fact.

I know the truth.

It was cold-blooded murder.

In the
space of 27 blood-soaked minutes

12 innocent people gunned down

by hospital orderly
John Charles bartlett.

Patients,
medical staff, visitors,

no one was spared
in this madman's rampage

through fairwater sanatorium.

Not even the hospital chapel
provided sanctuary

as those in prayer were
gunned down on their knees.

For heaven sakes!

We're reporters,
for god's sakes.

We're supposed
to get the news.

A seemingly senseless crime.

Bartlett's motive remains
a mystery to this day.

Johnny bartlett.

He's got a demonic
look on his face.

Can I talk to you?
Later.

Any comments, Johnny?

Got me a score of 12, sir.

That's one more
than starkweather.

Six years
earlier, Charles starkweather

had murdered 11 people
in a Nebraska killing spree.

Guess that makes me
public enemy number one!

Fifteen-year-old
Patricia Ann Bradley,

daughter of the
hospital administrator

was also implicated
in the killings.

She was madly in love
with the psychopath, bartlett.

That's her.

I was in her house
this afternoon.

Well, that's just
terrific, honey.

We've been in town
for three months

and you're making friends
with the manson family.

2,200 volts of electricity

ended the life of Johnny bartlett,
the unrepentant killer.

As they threw the switch
he was heard to scream:

"I got me a score of 12.
Beat that."

In what some considered
a miscarriage of justice

Patricia Ann Bradley was
sentenced to life imprisonment

although it was never proven
that she actively participated

in the killings.

Five years ago,
Patricia Bradley

was granted
a conditional release

by the state governor.

Today she lives a reclusive
life back in the family home...

Should've fried her
when they fried bartlett.

She was 15 years old,
you know.

She just fell in love
with the wrong guy.

It could happen to anyone.

Sweetie, I don't want you
going back up there.

The place gives
me the creeps.

I really don't think
that you should...

Come on, honey.

I think tiger's getting
a little lonely.

Guess what I did tonight,
honey.

I made reservations
at Excalibur's.

Don't you remember,
sweetheart?

It's our anniversary
this Tuesday.

I even got our
favorite table.

Yeah? You silly Willy?

What the hell
is this doing here?

I thought I tore this up.

Did he come back to the house?
Vvho?

That moron that
tore up my fence!

That moron that
tore up my fence!

Help! Ray, help.

He's alive.

Ray!

Ray, get me off!

You sick thing!

Lucy, I don't want
that con man in my house.

There's gotta be some kind of
rational explanation for all this.

I just don't want some goddamn spoon
bender telling me what to do.

Ray, we have
got a poltergeist!

Well, it's nothing that
the police can't handle.

Bannister.

Dr. lynskey,
I'm on my way.

Ah! Persistent residue
of the departed.

Always a problem
this time of year.

Dr. lynskey?

Ah, yes.
Thank you for coming.

Yeah.

The activity is currently
located where?

Well, I don't know. It just went
quiet about five minutes ago.

Went quiet?

The dining room table spun in
a counterclockwise direction?

I don't think that
that one happened. No.

The toilet seat lid
banged up and down?

No.

Did the bed levitate?

Yeah, with me on it.

Spontaneous recurrent
psychokinesis. Oh, boy.

This could be the worst
case I've ever seen.

Yeah, this is bad.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay. Well, folks,
i can do a clearance

but it's not
gonna be cheap.

Although I do offer
a six-month guarantee.

How much?

$249.95.

But there is
a 30% surcharge

for making a house call
after midnight.

Then there's vehicle, gas,

so I'd say the whole thing
is gonna set you back

somewhere in
the neighborhood of $450.

Although we could
forget about the fence,

call the whole thing even.

Do it.

Okay. Excuse me, ma'am.
You wanna stand back.

I don't want you
to have to sign a waiver.

Plus a $100 for materials.
I can't be out of pocket.

Justdoit for Christ's
sakes, bannister.

Here we go.

All righty.

Why us? I mean, why are
they in our house?

All I can tell you
is emanations are

normally confined
to the cemetery

although they do escape.

It's usually the young ones.

For god's sakes,
bannister, come on.

Come on.

It's holy water.

This is bullshit.
This is total bullshit.

Come on. Yes!

Okay, these belong to you.

Six ectoplasmic emanations.

Don't worry.
They can't escape.

Some people like a souvenir. Where
would you like me to put them?

No. I really don't think
we wanna hang onto those.

So, thank you.

Do we, hon?

I could give a rat's ass.

Okay.

Don't worry,
they can't feel a thing.

At least that's what
it says in the book.

You never really
know for sure.

All right.
Thank you, bannister.

You can go.

What the hell
are you staring at?

What's with the number?

What number?

Look, if you're trying to freak
me out, it's not gonna work, okay?

You know what
he's trying to do?

He's trying to get more money out
of us is what he's trying to do.

Here, take your shit and get
the hell out of my house.

Come on.

Move.

Ray, just...

Thank you so much.

There you go.
Thanks.

Thank you.

Why do you always
have to alienate everybody?

I think
I'm going to throw up.

Damn.

Man, I hate that trunk!

Yeah, I don't want you guys
spreading your ectoplasmic: Muck

all over my car seats.

Ain't that a bitch.

The eotoplasm's the only thing sticky
enough to hold the damn oar together.

Look, frank, I'm sorry about your
pus yellow, pieoe-of-shit Volvo

but we ain't riding in the damn
trunk no more, you understand?

We would like to cruise
with some style, man.

You know, you guys left
me high and dry tonight.

I get to the house,
nothing's happening.

I couldn't believe it.

Stuart, in or out?

You guys didn't even
bang the toilet seat lid?

You made me
look like an asshole.

We strained our backs lifting
that heavy ass bed, frank.

Yeah. Who was the idiot

who put the number
in the guy's forehead?

It wasn't funny.

Start pulling
your weight, guys

or you're going back to the cemetery.

Yeah, well,
you can pull this, frank.

I'm about to go
like Jesse on your ass.

I'm gonna find me some other blaok
ghosts and then organize a march.

The African American apparition
coalition. The aaac.

And I'm gonna tell you
something, frank!

There ain't nothing worse than a bunch of
pissed off brothers that's already dead!

Will someone
help me, please?

Stu, man, you gotta loosen up, man.
I'm serious.

Come on. Looser, just loosen up, okay?
You lose? All right.

You're so tight you can play "pick
up sticks" with your butt cheeks.

Loosen up. There you go.

Damn!

That fellow takes us
totally for granted.

And we're supposed to be
his business partners.

What a joke!

I'm gonna straighten him out.
First thing in the morning.

He's dealing with
a double major here.

Well, no more Mr. nice guy.

I'm gonna get rough!

You talking to me, Stuart?
No.

See, Stuart, that's your problem.
You're too soft with him.

You gotta just
walk up to frank,

just look him in
the eye and just say,

frank, give me what I want
or I'm gonna bust your ass!

Yo, frank!
How's it hanging?

I don't know, Cyrus.
You tell me.

Well, frank,
I'll tell you.

The women ain't
missing nothing!

Hey, come on.
I told you guys,

get the hell
out of my plumbing.

Hey, look, come on, frank!

Look, we want to call
a meeting, man. We gotta...

Hey, Cyrus.
I gotta take a leak.

And I'm not getting
out of the shower.

Goodbye.

Therefore, a happy ghost
is a productive ghost.

To that end, I've drawn
up a list of suggestions.

Now bear in mind, frank

that we have given you
five years of loyal service.

Flies. That's what you've
given me, Stuart. Flies.

Why is it that flies stick to you
guys like shit to a blanket?

Ha-ha! Very funny.
You a funny guy, frank.

You know, all you
think about is yourself.

You know, I can complain,
too, you know.

I would like some new clothes.
You get to dress nicely.

I am still looking like
Linc from the mod squad.

You died in the '70s.
It's a bummer.

I think what Cyrus is
attempting to say, frank,

is that we don't feel that
the enterprise is evolving

in quite the manner
in which we all agree.

Please don't reach through me
when I'm trying to speak to you.

Now, frank,
we gotta talk about cigars.

Cigars?
Damn right.

You've been promising a box
for I don't know how long.

Cyrus, I hate to break this to
you but you're dead, you know.

You can't smoke.

Well, you can light them up
and blow the smoke in my face.

If I light up a cigar, I'll
blow my lunch in your face.

Everybody, get down!
Goddamn it, judge!

Put the shooters away.

Whoa!

That was a head shot, frank.
He could have killed me.

You know, if I wanted
to get shot at every day

I'd move my black
ass to Los Angeles!

When a man's
jawbone drops off

it's time to
reassess the situation.

I got myself
a nice little grave

up there at the cemetery.

It could soon be time
to lay my bones.

No, you're my go-to 911v-

without you,
I'm out of business, judge.

Frightening,

that's a young
man's game, frank.

I ain't got no more
hauntings left in me.

What are you talking about?
You're in great shape.

My joints are
getting powdery.

The dog's running
away with my face.

Hell, I'm falling apart.

You've been
falling apart for years.

Don't go saying nothing
to the boys

but my ectoplasm is
all dried up.

I'm sorry to
hear that, judge.

Give it up, frank.

Death ain't no way
to make a living.

Yeah, well, judge, i
gotta finish this house.

You ain't never
gonna finish this house.

You ain't never
gonna finish nothing!

You're fooling yourself,
frank!

Too many skeletons
in the closet.

It's us, frank.

What do you think?
Pretty scary, huh?

Don't you ever do that again.

Maybe we should try
a white sheet next time.

Ain't gonna be no
white sheets, bro.

Oh?
Huh?

Morning, Zach.

Frank.

Okay. You guys wanna talk,
let's talk.

Let's talk about this.

This is a letter
from my bank.

This says they want $15,000 from
me or they're gonna sell my house.

Well, cool! About time we
ditched this drafty ass crib

and moved to some place nice
with some glass in the windows.

Hey, Cyrus, this is
serious shit, okay?

This is my house.
I'm not losing it!

Stuart.

The chicken, the chicken
was not scary, Stuart.

The chicken was stupid.

Judge, help me
out here, okay?

Talk to these guys. They look
up to you, all right'? Thanks.

I need $15,000, guys.
I need it quick.

It is time to
get seriously scary.

So you checked
the place out, right?

Right.

How many we got in here?

Five. They won't
suspect a thing.

Hmm.

Poor suckers. They won't even know
what him 'em. How many exits?

Two.

All right, man, this is it.
We gotta be hard. No mercy.

We're going in like professionals,
like Charles Bronson.

We don't stop till the
screaming starts, you dig?

I'm with you.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Let's kick some ass.

Here we go.
One, two, three...

Good morning, my darlings.
Hello.

The mail's on the table,
Mrs. waterhouse.

Thank you, Sylvia.

Sylvia, mother is coming
for lunch. Pick up, quick.

Yes, ma'am.

Big kiss.

All right, kid, quitjumping
around and acting like a baby.

This is serious.

Now, we're gonna scare the living
daylights out of your parents.

So, come on, kid,
you gonna help us out?

Are you with us?

See? He gets it.
The kids always get it.

Let's go.
All right.

Mrs. waterhouse.

Mrs. waterhouse!

Damn. Here, man.
This one did le poo-poo.

Get it away from me.

Man, they're so little.

Their doo-doo
smells like old shoes.

Mrs. waterhouse!

My babies!

Yeah, frank bannister.

Uh-huh!

I'm on my way.

Judge.
Need you riding shotgun.

Yes.

Damn it! Come on, come on. Let's go.
Come on. D for drive.

Look around you, frank.

Don't you realize
what's happening?

Yeah, every other
car's a freaking hearse.

Come on, I can't even
get across town.

This town is
in deep trouble.

Yeah. Too many funerals,
not enough traffic lights.

It's death, frank.

Death is amongst us.

Come on, let's go.
Time is money.

You haven't heard a
goddamn word I've said.

I thought you had
some character, son.

But right now
you're not showing me much.

All right, judge.

Watch this.

Look out!

What's the matter, judge?
You look a little pale.

Beautiful.
Beautiful, judge.

This is gonna be easy. Why don't
you just rest your bones?

I'll be right back.

Ma'am.

Persistent residue
of the departed.

It's always a problem
this time of year.

Frank bannister,
i believe you called.

Not a minute too soon.
Oh, boy.

Frank, shejust...
Shut up.

Frank, it's no use.
She...

This is bad.

Recurrent
spontaneous psychokinesis.

Yeah, this could be the
worst case I have ever...

...seen.

I apologize for calling you,
Mr. bannister.

Please leave.

What the hell are
you trying to do to me?

Preying on the bereaved is
about as low as you can go.

You're a parasite, Mr. bannister,
and people should be warned.

Yeah, well, I got a right to
offer my services to the public.

In case you hadn't noticed,

we are in the midst
of a major health crisis.

The last thing the people
of fairwater need is some

two-bit oharlatan promising to pass on
bogus messages from the other side.

Now, if you will excuse me.

I'm just trying
to make a living.

Living?

Not a word you'd know alotaboutlsit Mr.
bannister?

Easy.

Asshole.

Whoa!
You all right, buddy?

Man, you took quite a fall.

Bannister!
Yeah.

Listen, you gotta help.

They're gonna bury me, man.
You gotta help.

Bannister,
what is happening to me?

Well, ray,
you appear to be dead.

Don't say that. That's impossible.
I'm in the prime of my life.

I work out every single day.
My wife's a goddamn doctor!

Why didn't you
take the corridor?

What corridor?

The corridor of life. The
passageway to the other side.

Because I don't belong
on the other side!

Jesus Christ, I'm only 29.

Hey, hey, hey!

Look, ray,

just relax, all right?

You wanna tell
me what happened?

I was on the rowing machine

and then suddenly
i felt this viselike grip

just squeezing my heart and
i couldn't breathe, frank.

I just couldn't
breathe and...

I've got the shakes now.
I need some vitamin b.

Yeah, you can't
take vitamins anymore.

You don't eat, you don't drink,
you don't go to the bathroom.

All that shit's over with.

In about a year's time
you're gonna get a chance

to go through to
the other side again.

To become what's known
as a pure spirit.

But in the meantime,

you're what's known as
an earthbound emanation

which is a rotting cloud
of bioplasmic particles

dripping ectoplasm
from every orifice.

Relax, ray.

All right, bannister,

can you at least give me a ride
so I don't miss my funeral?

Okay, ray, listen up.

The c:Emetery's not a safe place.
All right'? So stay close.

Later, bannister. Lwanna hear
what they're saying about me.

Don't worry about them. They're
not gonna to hurt you.

What in the hell
is going on out here?

Get back in your graves!

Son of a...

Holy Jesus!

Frank bannister!

Go ahead.
I'll handle this.

What the hell are you
doing in my graveyard?

You have been
told to stay away!

Sound off like
you've got a pair!

Yeah, well,
it's a public place, hiles.

I do not like you!

You cannot bring your spooks
in here without my permission!

Disappear, scumbag!

I am not one of your shitty
little emanations, bannister.

You cannot push
spirits around.

You are scum! Using spooks to
put the frighteners on people!

That makes me
physically ill!

We got a lot of
lowlifes around here!

And I will provide an armed response
at the first sign of trouble!

They must be contained!

Catch you later, hiles.

My tour of duty
runs another 85 years!

There's a piece
of dirt up here

with your name
on it, bannister!

I'm waiting for you,
you little maggot!

There were times when people
have accused ray of being

less than generous,
but I'm sure, deep down

the man possessed a heart of
gold and a generous spirit.

It's true.

He wouldn't lie.
Not at a time like this.

Because god has chosen
to call our brother ray

from this life to himself

we commit his body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

Jesus,
what a waste.

The lord bless him
and keep him.

It's a goddamn tragedy.

The lord lift up his countenance
upon him and give him peace.

Goodbye, ray.

Sweetheart, don't cry.

Oh, shit!

Frank!

I know you can hear me.

Get me out of
this hole, bannister.

Frank.

Get me out of
this hole, please.

Hi, frank.

Hey, Walt.

Kind of surprised
to see you.

Here on business,
i guess?

Not exactly.

Bannister, they're gonna
bury me alive in here.

I understand you and lynskey
had a little run-in

the night before he died.

As a matter of fact,
apart from his wife

I believe you were the last
person to see him alive.

It sounds like you're the one
who's here on business, wait.

No. The FBI is very concerned
about these deaths.

They look like
heart attacks

but when they slice
these people open

their arteries are just
clean as a whistle.

But there's been this tremendous
pressure on the heart

like the life has just been
crushed right out of it.

You got any theories, frank?

Bannister!

Mind if I pay my last respects
before they fill him in?

Oh! No. I'm sorry.

Bannister, please.

I need to cheer up.

Mr. bannister?

Mr. bannister,
did you want to see me?

Oh, my god, frank.
She can see me.

I thought perhaps you might
have a message from ray.

Tell her. Tell her I'm here, frank.
Tell her.

I mean, everyone says
that you're a fraud

but I've seen
what you can do.

Frank!

You must think
I'm very stupid.

Excuse me.

Lucy'

ray says he loves you very much.

Here you are.
Here's your table.

Hi.
Hi.

Ls ray with us?

Yeah.

Tell her
she looks great.

He says that
you look great.

Tell her
they're from me.

Those are from ray.

It's our anniversary.

Right. He says
it's your anniversary.

Is ray beside me?

He's over here.

Oh.

Greetings. How are
you this evening?

May I offer you
some wine?

I don't know. Lucy, do you
want some, what, red, white?

Red, we always have red.

White. I've never
been fond of red.

Lucy!

So you used to be
an architect?

A long time ago.
Can it, bannister.

She doesn't want
to hear your life story.

Wow. So did you
build your own house?

I mean, you must
have a dream home.

You could call it
a dream home.

I'm gonna build you
a dream home, sweetheart,

just as soon as
i get on my feet.

Yeah.

Tell me, why is it that
you can see ray and I can't?

I was in an accident,
a car accident

about five years ago.

I don't know.
They say that

sometimes when you have
a traumatic experience

that it can alter
your perception.

Really, so after that
you could just see spirits?

I mean, what happened?

How about you talk to ray?
That's why I'm here.

Oh, finally, I'm in the
conversation. Terrific.

Well, actually I do have
an important question

that I have to ask ray.

Well, he can hear you.

Ray, I really need to know
where you invested my money,

the $16,000 that I had saved.

The attorneys can't seem
to find it anywhere.

Oh, shit. I blew it
on a bad investment.

But don't tell her that.
I'll think of something.

It's gone, Lucy. It's gone.

He blew it on
a bad investment.

You asshole!

Tell her everything's
gonna be okay.

I'm gonna look out for her. I'm
gonna move back into the house.

Tell her that.
No, that's not a good idea.

Bannister,
this doesn't concern you.

What's ray saying?
What's he saying?

He left. Ray left.

He said he was
he was sorry,

but he wanted to
leave you alone,

let you get on
with your life.

I swear to god, bannister,
I'm gonna kill you.

I can't believe it,
i mean...

That's just like ray to just
take the money and run, like...

Ray and I haven't been
honest with each other

in a long time,
Mr. bannister.

It wasn't what you would
call a good marriage.

You bitch!

Lucy, it's gonna be okay.

Get your hands
off my wife!

Goddamn it!

Sorry.

I can
move shit, bannister.

Man, you better
watch your back.

I better clean this up.
I'll be right back.

Good food, huh?

Yeah, it's great.

Mom.

Looks like
another heart attack

but I can't confirm it
till the autopsy.

Damn.

The waiter says he saw this
guy coming out of the John

about five minutes
before the body was found.

And who might
that have been?

Frank bannister.

He was as white
as a sheet and shaking.

Waiter thought
he'd been sick.

Damn.

Hl Lucy.
Lucy?

No.

Dr. lynskey works for me.
We're colleagues.

Look,doc, she's a material
witness, all right?

Okay.

Walt, bannister was last seen
in the restaurant parking lot.

He took off
at high speed.

Bring him in.

Hey! Look at that.

So your dead husband was having
dinner with you at the restaurant?

What did he order?

Oh, god. Excuse me.

Timmy.

Timmy,
front desk, please.

Thank you.

Lucy, this is special agent
Milton dammers of the FBI.

I came by train.

I was going to
take the flight

but I didn't feel good
about the plane.

At what time precisely

did bannister leave
for the bathroom?

You.
Uh...

I'm not sure, precisely.

Did he use excessive amounts
of table salt during his meal?

What?
Answer the question.

For Christ's sakes,
it's really late.

I can't remember
that, okay?

Oh, god. What is this?

Excuse me, Lucy,
I'll be right back.

Milton?

Sorry, sheriff.

I have a problem
with women yelling.

Milton, can i
get you anything?

Sheriff Perry!

You are violating
my territorial bubble.

Uh-huh.

Lucy, you're
still grieving.

It would be very easy for a
man like frank bannister

to take advantage.

You have such closed minds.
I can't believe it.

I object.

Special agent dammers

has over 20 years
experience in the area

of paranormal psychology.

Much of that was spent
undercover with various

cults and sects.

I get all the fruity
cases, Mrs. lynskey.

For god's sake, Milton, would
you come inside and sit down?

I'm more comfortable
standing. Thank you.

I really don't see what this has
to do with frank bannister.

Mrs. lynskey, you know nothing
about frank bannister.

You claim
he's a bona fide psychic

yet all I've heard is a lot of
ill-informed, meandering waffle.

On the third day
of July 1990,

frank bannister,
then a successful architect

was overseeing the
construction of his new home.

Now, the building contractor,
Jacob platz, would later confirm

that bannister had been
consuming alcohol that morning.

12:23 P.M.,
platz sees bannister

in a heated argument
with his wife, Debra.

It appears that bannister
had promised Debra a garden

in the new home

and then, without consulting
her, proceeded to lay

a four-inch thick
concrete slab

creating a basketball
court for himself.

12:31 P.M.

Platz watches
the couple drive away.

Bannister kept a tool box
in the back of his car.

And in it was a utility knife
with a retractable blade.

Bannister purchased
seven new blades

that morning

at jesson's hardware store
and building supply

on the corner of
3rd and Garrett.

3rd and Garrett.

Third of July.

Seven blades. Three.

Milton, you're mumbling. We can't
understand a word you're saying.

12:33 P.M.

And their '84 Volvo
heads into the hills.

It is the last time anyone
will see the couple together.

Now, by bannister's
own admission,

the argument
continues to rage

reaching the climactic point when
Debra demands that bannister stop,

pull over, let her out.

And at that moment,
probably 12:36, 12:37 P.M.

The car leaves the road
on a sharp curve

presumably because bannister
was driving too fast.

She was killed?

Her body was found
some 15 yards from the car.

Now, bannister,

he was picked up two hours
later, wandering in the woods.

He claimed to have no recollection
of the events that ooourred

after the accident.

But here's the odd
thing, Mrs. lynskey.

His utility knife
was missing.

And to this day
it has not been found.

But do you know
what was really bizarre?

Debra's corpse
had the number 13

carved into its forehead.

Unlucky for some.

Oh, come on.
You're out of your mind.

You're talking about
a mythical figure.

A pseudo-religious icon
from the 12th century.

Save your pea brain prattle
for the classroom, boy.

That was the soul collector

and he's been taking people
out since time began.

He's going about some dark
business here in fairwater

and we ain't nothing
but worm bait.

When your number's up,
that's it.

There's another one gone.

He's gone.

There's no money for you here, Mr.
bannister.

You're next.

Are you threatening me?

No, that's not
what I'm saying.

He's threatening
to kill me.

Would you just
relax, all right?

Just listen to me and...

He's threatening
to kill me.

Bannister!
Oh, great.

Hey, fellows.
Okay. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Excuse me.

Put the gun away, all right?
Freeze.

All right, everybody,
just take it easy.

Whoa, whoa!

Just stay there,
bannister. Stay there.

Yes.

Ah! Great.

I did it.

Judge.

Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Bannister, stop.

Looks like I ain't shooting
with blanks no more.

Mighty fine woman.

Good teeth.

Now put your
hands on the podium.

Judge.

They don't call me the
hanging judge for nothing.

Stay right there.

Heads up.

Good catch.

Freeze!

Whoa!
Good shooting, Tex.

And she was so young
and beautiful!

I like it when they
lie still like that.

This is heavy.

My juices
are flowing again.

Judge!

Judge!

Bannister!

Go, frank.
Just get out of here now.

Bastard!

Gotta go.

Bannister!
Stop.

Damn. Come on.

Just get down.
Get down and stay down.

Oh, no.

Magda!
No!

Listen to me.

Oh, god.

No!

No!

Oh, no.

You killed me,
you bastard!

You're sick. Ls this how
you get your kicks?

Did it feel good
killing me?

Bannister, did it feel
good killing your wife?

You're a murderer!

I don't believe
he'll get very far.

We've got
the state line covered.

Sheriff Perry,

I seriously doubt we will see
Mr. bannister any time soon.

The man is resourceful beyond
anything you can comprehend.

Hello, frank.

Hi, Walt.

I've come to report
that magda rees-Jones'

body is lying
near my car

off holloway road.

Frank, did you have anything
to do with her death?

Frank!

Frank, are you okay?
What happened?

What are you doing?

Are you arresting him?

Please leave,
Mrs. lynskey.

Frank. Frank,
you need a lawyer.

Go home, Lucy.

But you haven't done anything.
He hasn't done anything.

How do you know?

You know me?

Am I a nice guy,
Lucy? 'Cause

that cozy little scene in the
restaurant was bullshit,

I was doing my job.

And I don't give
a damn about you.

I don't give a
damn aboutanybody.

What the hell
are you saying?

Go home.

Okay.

Lucy, are you okay to drive?

Yeah.

Got a kiss
for honey bunny?

I know, I know.
It's the way I look.

It's this damn
ectoplasm stuff.

Turns you off,
doesn't it?

Come on, Lucy.
You're not listening to me!

Well, look, you know we
have a great relationship.

It's just that lately I don't feel
that you've been giving it your 100%.

There has been a destructive
force unleashed on this town

such as I have never seen.

We have a body count of

twenty-eight.

You're a very dangerous man,
Mr. bannister.

For Christ's sake you're
not seriously suggesting

that frank is
responsible for...

You're way out of your
depth here, sheriff Perry.

Please leave.

Frank bannister
is my prisoner.

By the power invested in me by the
President of the United States

lam telling you

to get the hell
out of this room.

Have you ever heard
of Nina kulagina?

March 10, 1970. Nina kulagina
with the power of her mind

stopped the beat
of a frog's heart.

The record of this experiment
is currently held

in the files
of professor gennady sergeyev

of Saint Petersburg.

And as sergeyev interpreted
this cardiogram

it seemed to him that the
heart had experienced

a sudden flare-up
of electrical activity.

The heart imploded,
the arteries burst

and all because Nina kulagina
wanted the animal dead.

I don't kill people.

There's a part of you
that believes that.

There's another
part of you, frank,

that's out of control.

Your destructive impulse.

I've seen a figure
in a cape.

I've seen him reach into people's
chests and squeeze their hearts.

Who was it?

Who was it?

Death.

I can communicate
with the other side.

I can see spirits.

I don't know why.
I can't understand it.

You think you're quite unique,
don't you, Mr. bannister?

But in my business, I deal with
your type every other week.

This death figure

is nothing more than
a homicidal alter ego

that satisfies
your compulsion to kill.

No.

Every time you want
to take somebody out

death figure suddenly appears,
does the job for you.

It's your rational mind's way
of absolving yourself of guilt.

No!

When did you first start
seeing spirits, frank?

After Debra's death?

You killed your wife.

No!

I have studied the ooroner's reports of
every death in fairwater sinoe 1985.

Twenty-eight cases
involved crushed hearts.

Arteries choked
until they burst.

That started
in 1990 with your

beautiful wife, Debra.

She was the first.

Ray lynskey.

You have an argument with
him, three hours later, dead.

Magda rees-Jones,
we know you didn't like her.

But what about the guy
in the toilet?

What did he
do to you, frank?

Piss on your hush puppies?

Why are you shaking?

Oh, my-

you're doing it right now,
aren't you?

You're trying to kill me.
Right now.

Forget it, bannister.

I'm wearing
a lead breastplate!

We have 28
unexplained deaths here.

You know what I think?

I think you are involved in
each and every one of them.

This way.

Mmm.

No.

Hey, man! Pulling your drawers off.
Man, what the hell?

Benny? My man, Benny! Stu, this
is my boy here, Benny, man!

Hey, Benny, I'm your
friend, man. Seriously.

Three words,
"shower with soap."

Come on!

Stu, you all right?

Spasm, spasm.
It's all right.

Frank.
Frank, we got problems.

These cats are gonna stitch
you up on a capital offence.

These murders that have
been going on in fairwater,

they're gonna
pin 'em on you.

Stu and I are gonna get you out of
here, so oome on, man, let's go.

Frank?

Frank! Come out of it, man.

Wait, no, wait, wait.

Oh, god.
Forget it, stu.

Look at him.

He doesn't
believe anymore.

It won't be long now.

He's reached
the acceptance stage.

Grappling with his guilt.

Seeking resolution.

You realize,
agent dammers,

we have no forensic evidence linking
him with any of the deaths.

Doesn't matter.

I expect this case to suicide
long before iteverreachestfial

they always do.

So much for the dream home.

What the hell are
we doing here, Lucy?

I mean, look at this place.
It's a dump.

God, this guy's a loser.

Oh, my god, Lucy.

Look at this.
Look at this.

He set us up, Lucy.
The man set us up.

This is our house!

He took us for a couple
of sohmuoks, luoy.

Look, Lucy, look!

Perfectly good basketball
court gone to pot.

Yeah, bannister.

Mr. bannister,
you've got to help me.

My daughter,
Patricia Ann Bradley,

is communing
with the evil one.

He's in this house
at her instigation.

Help me.
Help me drive them out.

Lucy, I don't know why you
keep shutting me out.

I still have a lot to...

Lucy!

Patricia.

Patricia.

Dr. lynskey.

Patricia,
are you all right?

It's your mother,
isn't it?

Your mother's the one
who's been hurting you.

She needs help. She's
delusional, Patricia.

You can't go on like this.

You don't understand.

No!

My father killed himself
after the murders.

Mother says
it was my fault.

So I have to keep
his ashes in my room.

Oh, my god.

She says I'm evil

just like Johnny.

Come with me
to mother's room.

This isn't you.

This isn't who you are now.

It was Johnny.

He went crazy.

I couldn't get
away from him.

I thought
he was gonna kill me.

Patricia, you have to
get out of this house.

You can start over.

It's mother.
Please hide. Please.

I'll take her
to the kitchen.

You sneak out later.

What are you doing
in my room?

I thought
i heard a noise.

I'll make you
some coffee, mother.

Mother, coffee's ready.

Lucy,go.

Frank.

Thank you, deputy.

Just call me when
you're done, Dr. lynskey.

Yes.

Frank. Frank, listen to me.
I found your knife.

It was hidden in old lady
Bradley's closet.

She's crazy, frank.

You haven't
hurt anybody.

You're a good
person, frank.

Don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Jesus, do you think that
you're the only person

who's ever lost somebody?

God, you walk around like
you don't have any feelings

but the truth is
that you're just scared.

You're a goddamn hypocrite.
Why are you doing this?

What are you
afraid of, frank?

I don't want to
hurt you, Lucy.

Oh, that's crap.
Don't give me that.

Look at me.

No. Uh-uh.
I'll be outside.

This shit is like walking
in on your parents.

Oh, right. Yeah, I'll just be outside.
I'll just... whoa!

What is it, frank?

Look out!

You son of a bitch.

What's happening?

Grab him!

What's happening?

Okay. Listen. Listen to me.

Call for the deputy
and try to sound calm.

Deputy, I'm ready
to leave now.

Stuart, where did he go?

I think we got him.

Shit.

No, you son of bitch!
Get out, frank! Go!

Frank!

This way. Go.

Freeze, bannister!

All right.

Help.
I got you now.

Please help me.
He's gone crazy.

All right.

Stay back.

Now...

Frank, come on!

Go, frank! Get out here!
Please! Now!

Frank, let's go!

No, this way. Come on.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

What was that
in that cell, frank?

I felt something
crushing my heart.

I can't fight him, luce.
I can't protect you.

There's only one way
to deal with this thing.

I got to have an
out-of-body expefience.

What?

And I got to
have it right now.

No!

Go away, luce.
Just walk the other way.

Wait.

This will slow your heart rate
and lower your body temperature.

You'll have
20 minutes, Max.

Any longer than that and there's
a danger of tissue damage.

That's only if I can
successfully revive you

and there's no guarantee.

Frank,

you don't have to do this.

Lucy, better close the door.

Hurry up-

it won't take long.

I didn't know you had an interest
in cryogenics, dr.Lynskey.

I'm reviving him at 9:00.

Why would we
want to do that?

Luce.

Lucy.

Whoa!

There we go.

Let me go, you bastard.
Let me go!

Let me out now, you bastard!
Let me out of this car now!

I find cemeteries very

restful places,
don't you?

Turn this car around
and take me back.

I intend to, Mrs. lynskey.

In exactly 11 hours time.

Son of a bitch!

No. No.

I knew Charlie.

Spahn ranch, 1969.

First assignment.

I was the family's
sex slave for six months.

Six months

in the service of my country
disguised as a whippy shippy.

I want out.

Let me out of here! Come
back here, you creep!

My body is
a road map of pain.

1974.

Children of Lucifer.

Three years undercover,
drinking goat's blood.

1981, I infiltrated
the cult of the dead.

I was involved in
ritualistic cannibalism,

in orgiastic dances

reaching painful thresholds of
intense, physical eroticism.

I have withstood
excruciating pain,

but I will not be broken.

I have suffered
for my country,

Lucy.

But pain

has its reward.

The power of the mind

is absolute.

Frank.

Frank, is that you?

I'm doing this?

I'm making the car move
with the power of my mind?

Yes!

No.

Wait!

Get back in
the goddamn ground

you unorganized grab-asstic
gob of teleplasmic shit!

Who in the hell are you? Sound
off like you've got a pair!

Hey, asshole.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Johnny bartlett.

I thought guys like
you fried in hell.

I got out, frank.

I've been carrying on the good work.
Got me a score of 40.

Harry sinclair.

I just want to shake
the hand of the man

who finally
avenged my death.

You've got a number.

Bartlett carved it into my
forehead as I lay dying.

I was the last.

He couldn't be more wrong,
could he, frank?

Shit!

No! Don't use it.

No.

Frank. Okay. Just breathe.

Breathe slowly. Breathe.

Okay. You're okay.

Okay. Frank.

All right, Lucy, come on.

A hundred milligrams
of Lidocaine.

Get me one cc of
adrenaline, quick, now.

I didn't get him.

Who?

Who didn't you get, frank?

Johnny bartlett.

He's back.

He's hallucinating.
It'll pass.

Lucy'

he's killing again.

Patricia.

Lucy, you got to get her
out of the house.

Go!

Patricia! Patricia!

Listen to me. We have
to get out of here.

Patricia
never leaves the house.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bradley,
but she's coming with me.

You have no right. She's my daughter.
Get upstairs.

No. Look, this is
gonna stop now.

What are you
talking about?

Why do you have frank bannister's
knife in your closet?

You went in my room?

Mother.

Patricia.

Mother wants to go
to the police now.

No,

she'll be down
in a few minutes.

No, Patricia,
we have to go now.

It's just not safe here.
Johnny bartlett's back.

I know.

He visits me at night.

I don't know
why he comes.

He torments me.

Why has he come?

Am I being punished?

Patricia, please.
Let's just go now, please.

I wanna kill
her now, Patty.

That'll give us 41.

That's eight clear of gacy.

Another nine and we'll have
broken Bundy's record.

I can't wait to see old Ted's
face when he hears the news.

Yes!

What?

I'm sorry.

We really should
wait for mother.

And that asswipe psychic nearly
ruined it for us tonight, Patty.

He made us look stupid.

You're gonna be
okay, Patricia.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Shut up.

That Russian cannibal
c:Reep's running around

saying he did 50 plus.

That reflects badly
on the both of us, Patty.

This record should be
held by an American.

I quite agree.

You can come

stay with me
if you like.

I'm going to
kill her now, baby.

I'd like that.

I'll just get my coat.

Patronizing
do-gooder bitch!

Patricia,

you kill her, I'll watch.

I love it when
you do that, baby.

Mrs. Bradley?

Mrs. Bradley,
are you coming with us?

Oh, my god.

Lucy!

No, not that way!

Jesus, Lucy.

Oh, my god. These are
Johnny bartlett's ashes.

What?

We gotta get these
to the other side.

For what?

A church. We got to
get them to a church.

There's a chapel. There's a
chapel in the old hospital.

All right.

No!

No, let's go down here.

Okay.

Damn it!

Okay. You see that door?
Hold on, let me see.

You look up there.
Okay.

Thank you.

Lucy?

This is great.

Frank?

Excuse me, doctor,
we're looking for ward 12.

Go up the stairs
to the fourth floor

down the corridor
to your right.

It's just opposite
the chapel.

Thank you.

I'll get someone
to help. Orderly.

Orderly, are you deaf?

I said, orderly,
are you deaf?

Moron!

I guess that
makes you number one.

Get down!

Frank, are you okay?

The chapel's
on the fourth floor.

Frank, watch out!

Gotta go. Go!

Lucy.

Lucy.

Lucy!

You're all the same.

Wait!

No!

Put the gun down, son.
The law is on its way.

What's the score, Patty?

Eleven.

That's the same
as starkweather's.

We have a tie on our hands.

Lucy.

Frank.

It's jammed.

Take it. Just take it.
Right.

I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.

No.

Give that to me.

Let me guess.

You have to get these ashes
to consecrated ground

in order to destroy
the forces of evil.

Give me
the goddamn urn, dammers!

Under no circumstances must
these ashes ever be released.

No!

Oops.

You have no idea
what you've just done.

You just don't get it,
do you, frank?

Your pathological mindset
had made it necessary

for you to interpret your
sad, personal inadequacies

as a grand struggle
between good and evil

in order to gratify your pathetic
need for self-glorification.

You are such an asshole.

Yes, I am.
I'm an asshole

with an uzi.

Get up!

You make me sick! Get up!

Turn around. I don't want
to shoot you in the back.

Turn around!
I said, turn around!

As an agent of the
United States government

I am ordering you
to turn around.

Frank!

Please! Please don't hurt me.
Stop!

Please!

Frank!

Oh, my god. Frank.

Debra.

You killed her.

You're next, pal.

Take him out, baby.

No! Get him!

No! Stop!

Frank!

No!

Get him, Patty.

Yeah, baby.

Whoo!

Oh, baby, you are an artist.

You're pretty, too.
No!

No.

Yes.

I'm in the mood
for a little vivisection.

No! Oh, please.

Me, too.

You bitch!

No!

Igotyour
ghhflend,johnny!

Come and get her!

No, goddamn you!
Let go of her!

Johnny!
Come and get her, you coward!

Come on and get her!

No!

Let go off my Patty!

Patty!

Johnny!

Come here.
Give me your hand.

See you later, frank.
We got you.

We're going back down
to get us some more!

Yo, frank.

How's it going?

Bye, frank.

Johnny.

Step back, frank.
Yeah.

This isn't going
to be pleasant.

The old express bus to hell.
No lines, no waiting.

It's really something,
isn't it?

Excellent libraries.

Premium cigars.

And of course,
the honeys.

Yeah, how about that? Stu's a
regular chick magnet up here.

Hello, frank.

It's time to go home.

I am home.

No.

You see, the
authorities have informed us

that it's just
not your time.

Start living, dude.

Be happy-

frank!

There's something
i have to tell you.

Yeah?

Sorry to
interrupt you, folks.

It's all right, Walt.

Frank, what do you know
about ouija boards?

Not a lot.

Ifound a whole stack of them
up at the Bradley house.

It looks like Patricia just
got herself a direct line

to her dead boyfriend as soon as
she was released five years ago.

It seems like the old lady,

when she caught wind
of Patricia's involvement in,

well, in your wife's death, that
she just kept the girl sedated.

She just couldn't
stop bartlett, though.

Nice epilogue, Walt.
It was well delivered.

Frank.

Just one other little thing.
Uh-huh.

I got a whole bucket load of
vacation time coming to me

and I thought...
Good.

...l thought you and I

could collaborate on
a book about all this.

It could be my
ticket off the force.

That's not
really my area.

If you're looking
for a collaborator

how about your guardian
angel over there?

You got me, frank.

I got you, Walt.

I'll see you, frank.
Bye-bye.

Boy, that dammers,
he sure looks pissed.

Yeah.

Well, sometimes,
frank, you see

when you go through
a traumatic experience

it kind of alters
your perception.

No.