All language subtitles for the_commish_s02e05_the_witches_of_eastbridge

Hey, David, you want to help me rip out
my pumpkin guts?

Go ahead, Dad.

You can rip out your own guts.

David, did you decide what you want to
be for Halloween?

Trick -or -treating for little kids.

I'm too old for that.

Do you know, I just thought of
something.

Maybe it'll be fun to have a party.

Party?

Just a little short notice?

I bet a whole bunch of people would
come.

Please?

I'll do double chores for a month.

Sure. Why not, Rach?

All David and his buddies want to do is
have some fun.

They can pop some popcorn, carve some
jack -o' -lanterns.

Bob for apples? Bob for apples.

I don't know. It's pretty sudden.

What got into you to give a party?

Hi, Sheila.

I just came by to tell you I'm going to
go to your party.

I think I'll go dress with Madonna in
that Vogue video.

What do you think? That's great.

That's great. Okay, well, see you. Bye.

So, you just thought of something, huh?

Well, can I?

I'd be the last person to break the
heart of the girl next door.

All right. Oh, yes.

Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad.

played us like the riverboat gambler.

He manipulated us. He wrapped us around
his little finger. And the whole time he

had an ulterior motive.

Where did he get that stuff?

The U .T .O.

Hey, boy.

Come down here to keep an eye on me?

Ooh, Stan, a little respect for the
departed, okay? Sorry.

These places really give me the creeps.
I keep blurting out these jokes just to,

you know, ease the tension.

I heard this call over the radio on the
way in. It sounded weird.

Someone broke in here last night and cut
out the heart of Franklin Poe.

Poe? The meat smuggler? Right.

Franklin's French. They sell us hot dogs
over at the ballpark.

The heart goes out to his family.

Have they been notified?

Yeah, yeah. I got a statement from Mrs.
Poe and her daughter Kristen, but it's a

blank. No known enemies, not even a
satisfied customer.

They're pretty upset.

Right now the funeral director's out
there trying to put the pieces back

together.

Look, if I do it again, just slap me.

He must have been a millionaire.

A couple times over.

What do you think, someone could be
holding the heart hostage?

Could be someone in the family.

Someone who hated him.

Or loved him, as perverted as that may
seem.

A case like this, other possibilities.

Could have been kids.

Malicious mischief. Could be sex
offenders.

Make sure the ME examines the incision.

The type of cutting tool he used could
tell us something about the person who

used it.

I'd say whoever did it...

It was anatomy.

Caught the heart without cracking the
ribs.

Hey, boss, you think maybe you're being
so close to Halloween and all, maybe you

could be, like, an occult thing?

What would a baby be doing out here in
the early morning?

Well, the lady said she heard screams
that sounded like a baby.

You know, when I was a kid, you never,
ever came near these woods, you know?

People said they were haunted.

Don't come off it. No.

The guy that lives in that run -down
house over there?

One very scary old dude.

Bartimus Hagstone.

He's a warlock.

Oh, you get out of here with that stuff.
Just because the guy lives in a pigsty

does not mean he's a warlock.

I mean, if that's the case, my whole
family would be witches.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Check it out.

Whoa. Speak of the devil.

What a way to spend a weeknight.

Huh? Dinner, TV, a little human
sacrifice.

Hey, Ricky, come over here.

Sacrifice, maybe, but not human.

I think I found our screaming baby.

So what did you guys see out there
anyway?

Candles, devil writings, and a dead cat.

Got it clean. Well, you have any cults
that are into that, you know?

A friend of mine in Baltimore goes into
this bar, meets this girl, she says,

let's go home.

He goes, passes out, wakes up two days
later, stitches at his back, one kidney

gone. Whoa.

Hey, I heard that happen to a friend of
mine.

Only it was his pancreas, and it
happened in Miami.

Give me a cup of coffee.

Sorry, boss.

A minor malfunction. Malfunction, I
know.

Hey, boss.

Here's the ME report from the SPCA on
the cat.

Whoa.

Bartimaeus Hagstone has looked the same
age ever since I was a kid.

You know what? He moved here from Salem,
Oregon.

Well, Ricky, Salem, Massachusetts is
where they burned the witches.

Well, then maybe it was Massachusetts,
but I'm telling you, he's the ghoul that

carved out Post Hark.

Hey, boss.

What have you just been praying for?

Bigger budget?

No, I had to climb out of the elevator.

Caruso thinks this guy Hagstone might
have carved up that tabby cat as part of

cult ceremony.

Rumor is the guy's into Satan.

That's so ridiculous.

Thank you, Jeffrey.

Finally, a rational voice. Yeah, they
use black cats for those ceremonies.

Okay, enough.

Look, the Emmy report says that that cat
was attacked by a fox or a rabid

raccoon. So can we stop acting like
reporters for the National Enquirer and

start acting like police officers?

Now?

A fox?

Right. Well, that would explain the
candles and the devil riding.

Oh, glad you could make it,
Commissioner.

People!

Commissioner,

since Halloween is tomorrow, the school
board wanted to touch base with you on

the problem with tainted candy.

Miss Theroux, as you know, our officers
have been speaking at stores and

schools, warning children not to eat
homemade treats, to inspect candy bars.

Demine, dissentiente, Commissioner. We
have no problem with those measures.

Well... I'm sensing there's something
you're having trouble discussing.

Don't tell me words fail an English
teacher, Mr. Hawker.

Well, they don't fail me.

I'm not a parent, but I think I speak
for a lot of Eastbridge parents who'd

to see that freak Hagstone locked up.

Why? What did he do?

Well, last year, several children became
ill because of poison candy.

You don't have to tell me. That's why
the precautions.

Come on.

Everybody knows it was him.

Everybody knows it was Hagstone.
Everybody knows he'll do it again. We

proof of that.

I've heard those rumors, too.

They flare up every Halloween.

I can see them coming from kids'
imaginations, but when adults buy into

becomes dangerous.

Hagstone's dangerous.

Kids don't even trick -or -treat at his
house. They're afraid of him.

They don't have to go to his house. He
goes to the store, he buys some candy,

takes it home, he tampers with it, and
then he sneaks it back on the shelf.

One of us goes and buys it, and
unknowingly, we hurt our own kids.

People who pass out tainted candy want
the thrill of doing it themselves.

They want connection with the victims.

But, of course, I'll look into your
concern.

In the meantime, let's not get carried
away.

Present fears are less than horrible
imaginings, right, Mr. Harker?

What's that from?

Macbeth?

Sure, if you say so.

I thought you said you fixed this thing!

Hang on, boss. I got the part here.

As soon as I figure out where it goes,
you'll get out of there.

Hey, Jeff.

Got a second?

Well, I've known you for a while, and in
that time, you've been into some...

alternative lifestyle.

You're saying I'm a flake. No, no, it's
just... Well, did you, in your travels,

ever come across people who believed
they were witches or warlocks?

Witches. Men who are witches are called
witches.

Only an outsider would call them a
warlock. So you do know.

Girl I went out with was a white witch.

A white witch?

Good witch.

As opposed to a wicked witch. See, now
you're making fun of me. No, no.

I don't believe a guy can be a witch,
but I believe he can believe it.

Is there a ritual where a witch would
require a human heart?

Well, witches aren't devil worshippers,
so it's not like the work of Satan's

foot soldiers here.

I'm glad we're talking about this where
no one can overhear.

But there is an ancient cult ceremony in
Wales, an offering to Corridwen.

Celtic goddess of youth rejuvenation,
made on Halloween.

And yeah, first you need a heart.

The heart of your enemy.

Second, you need the head of a black
cat. See, cats were thought to embody

spirits. And third, you need a new soul.

And you must sacrifice a virgin.

Sacrifice a virgin?

Like poison a child on Halloween?

Here you go, boss!

I told you I'd fix it.

Tony, I might have a lead on a motive
for the case of the Telltale Heart.

Seems 20 years ago, Franklin Poe drove a
local butcher out of business.

The old guy still lives in town. He
lives near you.

Named, um, Bartimus Hagstone?

Howdy, your enemy.

Hey, Stan, just the man I was looking
for.

Uh -oh, I'm either in trouble or I'm
getting a crummy assignment.

Oh, no, no, nothing like that at all.

One of the bodies in our morgue has to
be transferred over to the Sharon

Home. Oh, okay.

I'll tell the guys downstairs.

I was thinking, until we find out who
took Poe's heart, it'd be a good idea

to provide an armed escort from here to
there.

Okay, I'll tell the guys downstairs.

Stan, I'm strapped.

Everyone's on assignment. I don't want
to get into overtime.

You got a problem with being the armed
escort?

Not a problem so much as problems.

See, I kind of have a thing about
confined spaces, and I definitely have a

about dead bodies. So in order to be an
armed escort, I'd have to take a body

from our morgue up to the coroner's van
in the parking lot. And to accomplish

that, I'd have to use our elevator,
which, as you know, sir, is presently

well -oiled machine.

so there's a highly probable chance I
may be confined with a dead body for an

extended period of time, and boom, right
there's a recurring nightmare I've had

since I was 12.

What about stairs?

You got a thing about stairs?

No. Great!

Then you can carry the body up the
stairs to the parking lot. Stan, just do

for me, and you can take off early and
start your Halloween. Thanks.

You wanted to see me, sir? Yeah, Jeff,
come on in. Shut the door.

Have a seat.

I don't want this to get around.

Start rumors. Sure, what?

Well, I want to question Hagstone on the
funeral home mutilation.

And since you're the resident occult
expert, I want you to go with me. See if

you can spot any occult stuff.

Any indications that he may be planning
to hurt kids on Halloween.

Okay. But if I may advise, sir,
Detective Madison.

If Hagstone is a cult leader, there's
got to be a cult.

If we question him, he'll tip them off.
The cult will go deeper underground.

Okay, we'll hold off. But I want you and
Hibbs to stake out Hagstone's house.

See who comes and goes.

We found the candles and the writings
nearby his residence. Maybe the cult

there. You know, there is one other lead
we can follow.

Franklin Post's funeral is today.

I'd rule out any of the family from
talking to him. None of them loved him

hated him enough to bother taking his
heart.

You can tell by the surface, so
motionless. Everyone seems too refined

Commissioner?

Detective Madison?

Hello, Mrs. Poe. We certainly appreciate
you taking a moment with us during this

difficult time.

Anything to retrieve Franklin's heart.

We're maintaining his body until you do
so.

I don't believe he can find peace in the
next world unless wholly laid to rest

in this.

I understand.

Is there anyone here whom you don't
recognize or feel doesn't belong?

That man there?

I don't know. I don't think I recognize
him.

Excuse me, ladies.

Have you signed the guestbook?

Please, sir.

It's comforting for the family to look
back upon Mr. Poe's dearest friends and

family.

Thank you, sir.

You recognize the name?

No.

On the plate.

Nat, I'm settling down there.

I've never seen him either.

That's Bartimaeus Hagstone.

I'm coming.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

About time.

You're late. I was leaving.

Hey, give me a break. The guys that were
supposed to help me ditched me to go to

a Halloween party. Can you give me a
hand here? Look, I'm late myself.

Here's the key.

Just wheel the body into the morgue
there and close the door on your way

Everything's already locked up.

Can't you just wait?

This is my once -a -year bash to usher
in All Saints Day.

Don't worry. I trust you.

Thanks, officer.

NO!

This was the scariest night of my life.

Halloween 1970.

This was at my folks' house in Rhode
Island.

Two in the morning. The temperature in
the room suddenly drops 20 degrees.

I look up.

There are two of them.

Ghosts? A man and a woman, dressed in
revolutionary war clothes.

The man moved toward my bed.

He reaches out.

Oh, God. I flashed my lights. Didn't you
see him?

No, we haven't really seen anything.

He hasn't left the house.

Nobody's been up there since we got on
shift.

Hey, Jeff, what do you make of this?

Hagstorm put him at the post office.

Whoa, Hazelwood.

Believed to possess unlimited magical
powers.

The die -fed witches in Wales put this
in the graves of their enemies.

Ba -da -bing! Cursed to eternal
damnation.

Yeah.

Can I go back to busting crack houses?

This stuff's weighing too heavy on my
Catholic upbringing.

Hey, hey, look it.

I'm gonna check the trash for evidence
of candy tampering.

Check back with me on TAC -1 at home.

Oh, my God.

Heart of an enemy.

Head of a cat.

Sacrifice a child.

Now, David, tonight at the party, you
just give me the word, and I'm going to

do... Some magic tricks.

That's okay, Dad. You don't have to.

Oh, it'll be great.

Halloween magic.

Your friends will love it. Dad, please.

I'm begging you. No.

You'll embarrass me.

I just want to help make your party a
hit.

How about if I tell some scary stories?

Mom. Honey, come on. It's Halloween.

Your dad's a great storyteller. Sure.

We'll gather around nice and cozy. We'll
turn off all the light.

No.

No stories in the dark.

What do you think, I was born yesterday?

No, Mom. You were born a long time ago.

Son, you've got a lot to learn.

C -1, this is X -ray 5, over.

This is C -1. What do you got here?
We're back at Hagstone's house. We

him up to the drugstore. He bought two
bags of candy.

That's not illegal.

That was a bad idea.

Yes? I'm Police Commissioner Tony Scali.

Yes?

Are you Bartimus Hagstone?

Bart. Pardon me?

Please call me Bart.

As in Starr or Simpson.

Bartimus. I don't know what my parents
were thinking.

Please, Commissioner.

Welcome.

You sit there.

Truman died in hospital?

Haven't you heard?

Uh, yeah, but that was 20 years ago.

Well, I've been meaning to recycle.

Care for some lemon zinger tea?

It's quite medicinal.

Um, no, thank you.

I've been trying to shake this miserable
cold.

I even dug out what I call my flu robe.

The hood keeps my head... and this
humidifier is a godsend.

You must forgive me for being so
loquacious, but I'm so pleased to have a

especially such a dignitary.

To what do I owe this honor, Your Honor?

Why were you at Franklin Poe's funeral?

To pay my respects.

Respects? To a man who ran you out of
business?

Franklin never ran me out of business.

He made a generous offer to buy my
butcher shop, which has allowed me to

albeit frugally, ever since.

I was grateful.

And you can only chop up so many pigs'
feet, I always say.

What was this about?

Why did you remove it from his coffin?

Why did you put it in?

Did you notice anything odd at that
funeral today?

You can do better than that.

People were a little emotionless.

Ah, now I see why you're the police
commissioner.

Poor Franklin Poe.

What you felt today was how he felt his
entire life.

How do you know?

I remember the day he came to buy me
out.

August the 3rd, 1968.

His aim was to squash me.

As he outlined his terms, I realized it
was over.

And at that moment, a wonderful peace
cascaded upon me.

I walked to this telescope, and suddenly
it seemed like I could see.

Every far -off star.

An amateur astronomer.

And you keep your own hand -drawn
charts.

I had them in a small notebook, but I
left it outside the other night, and now

can't find it.

So Poe was into astronomy, too? My
passion rekindled his.

It sent Franklin back to days when he
had dreams, to a place he had lost.

And this Hazelwood, it's from that
place?

Stuyvesant University.

That's where Franklin went to college.

1948.

He was an economics major at his
father's demand.

But secretly, he played football.

Football? Poe?

He was a bone -crunching fullback with
the fighting Dutch boys.

He made great friends, loved the game.

loved the emotions that raced through
his soul.

But sadly, he had to leave it all
behind.

The school is gone now, but the field
remains, lined with beautiful

hazelwood trees.

Ah, I'm all alone in this world.

I don't have family or friends.

And I thought his secret shouldn't go
with me, it should go with him.

And that's why I put that little piece
of hazelwood in his coffin.

In a big house like this, you must have
trouble with mice.

Yes.

My cat, Ebony, was killed this morning
by a car.

His head was... was...

Would you care for a broccoli bar?

I buy these every Halloween.

But no one ever comes to my door.

Maybe I should wait until after dinner.

Thank you, Bart.

I got to go back home.

My son's having a party. A party? How
marvelous.

Happy Halloween.

Commissioner.

Did you come over because of what the
neighbors say about me?

Well, it's true, you know.

And it's all my fault.

I know it's an eyesore.

But I can't afford to have someone cut
my lawn.

Tell them I'll try.

Forget about it.

Good night.

Happy Halloween.

Well, boss?

Watch him one more night till Halloween
is over.

And call John Wojak over at the crime
lab.

Have him send the lab van over to my
house. I want this analyzed immediately.

You come back from another heart.

Rachel, when are you going to quit your
job to have a baby?

Well, I'm trying to hold out to the very
last minute.

It's hard for the kids I teach to get
used to a substitute.

Right on, sister.

Right on.

You're dressed as a gender.

A bus driver?

Close.

Here, I'll give you a hint.

You're a riot. A regular riot.

Didn't you guys ever watch

The Honeymooners?

My father only ever allowed us to watch
PBS.

You remember the guy who signed the
guest book at the funeral?

I ran his plate. The name he put in the
book is not his real name.

Then he's trying to hide something.

What's he do?

Dr. Joseph Krantz, cardiovascular
surgeon.

Okay, let's try to pick him up.

Chief, ran a chemical test on Hagstone's
candy out in the van. It's clean.

Okay.

Thanks, John.

Hey, there's people heading up to the
house.

Could be the cultists.

Let's go.

Why are you doing this?

I just came from County General
Emergency Room because my kid was having

stomach pump. And we know it was you!

Police!

Drop it! I said drop it! Drop that bat!

If you're looking for someone to bust,
he's right there.

Oh, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's a boy from my son.

They come home after trick -or -treat,
and my boy starts choking and vomiting.

Hex don't did it.

His son's down at County General.

Looks like it was poison candy.

What kind of candy?

Bite -sized chewy chim, just like those.

Can you excuse us for a moment?

Yes, sir.

Is Hagstone hurt? No, paramedics say
he's going to be okay.

You know, boss, we've been watching all
night.

No kid came to this house.

I know. I checked him. He's clean.

These people don't want to believe that
right now.

I'm going to take Hagstone to my house
for everyone's safety.

Can you retrace the path you took
tonight?

What for? The freak is right there.

Look, if he's the guy, then we got him.

If not, the freak's still out there. If
we don't hustle to get him tonight,

we're going to have to wait a whole
year.

And if he's tipped off, we may never get
him.

Hey, Bart.

Come on.

You've been invited to a party.

Hey, David, this party's tanking. Yeah,
and where's Sheila, man? I thought you

said she was coming.

You know how girls are.

Hey, David.

Come on, you have to come with me.

Where? Trick or treating.

Dad? Police business.

Uh, we'll be back soon.

Oh, um, everyone, I'd like for you to
meet Mr.

Hagstone. Mr. Hagstone?

Everyone.

Good evening.

Are you sure there wasn't any place you
overlooked in the last three blocks?

Positive. We went down the end of the
street and over two houses and that was

it.

Okay, David. Just one block to go.

Trick or treat.

Give me another chewy chip from the
other candy.

Trick or treat.

Commissioner, aren't you a little old
for this?

You're never too old for Halloween.

Okay. Well, um, say, I have to
apologize. I ran out of candy about ten

ago.

But wait a second. I, uh... Here you go.

This gum?

Yeah. It's what I give out every year.

Hey, chewy chin!

Those are my favorites.

Can I have it?

Oh, you must love them, too.

Keeping them stashed over here and all.

I, uh, I like the toffee nuts.

Oh, you do?

Well, I wouldn't want to deprive you of
your last chewy chin.

Here. You eat it. No, I've had a pound
of candy tonight.

Go ahead.

Eat it. No, I said put it down. I'll
have it later.

Oh, well.

Oh, yeah.

You're not going to eat it then, huh?

No, wait. Don't eat it.

Why?

What's wrong with the candy?

You know what?

No wonder you knew so much about the
thrill sickos get out of poisoning

Don't worry.

I won't get sick.

What makes you think so?

Because I never ate it.

My trick.

My treat.

Jeez, where is everyone?

They all went home.

My party's a bust.

David. Who's got my gold alone?

As the night grew darker and darker,
Jonathan ventures

into the cobweb -lined hallway, deeper
and deeper

into the bowels of the haunted house.

Then he heard the ghostly whisper once
more.

Who's got my golden heart?

He moves to the door.

The morn grows louder.

Who's got my golden heart?

You do!

Are you all right?

I think so.

Mr. Scali.

Hey, man.

Report, kid. Bye.

David. Be safe. Bye. Great party. You
really know how to have a good time.

See ya.

See ya later.

Tracked on that Dr.

Krantz. I have a feeling he can help us
get to the heart of the matter.

Peace,

man. Peace.

Bart, the couch is all yours.

Tony, Rachel, thank you. Thank you so
much. It's our pleasure to have you

Oh, I'm sorry about your telescope.

When I peer through the telescope, the
heaven seems so unreachable.

And tonight, finally, I was there.

Come on, Bart. I'll get you some
pillows.

Rach.

I know it's Halloween, but I feel like I
do when it's Christmas.

Baby, you're the greatest.

I don't know what happened. He's a

brand new law.

I'm going to call the police.

Hey,

hey, keep it down. You're going to wake
the dead.

Whoa, I'm starving.

Any of you guys up for breakfast?

This is Dr. Joseph Krantz.

I believe we met at Mr. Poe's funeral.

Please have a seat.

Thank you.

I questioned him at his office about the
removal of the heart.

Dr. Krantz confessed to the crime, but
refuses to disclose its location.

I have laid it to rest.

Where?

I'll never say.

Joe Krantz.

Joe Krantz.

Hey, my uncle used to talk about a
football player named Joe Krantz. Played

Stuyvesant in 48.

That wouldn't be you, would it?

Did you play quarterback for the
Fighting Dutch Boys?

I can't believe anyone remembers.

But I wasn't quarterback. I was a
linebacker.

I know where the heart is.

This place is sacred.

The university and the stadium are gone,
but it's still here.

Dr. Krantz, I brought you here because I
believe if you tell me exactly where

you buried his heart so it can be
returned, Mrs. Poe will forget about the

thing.

That's why I did it.

Franklin never wanted to forget. We made
a pact all those years ago.

Our hearts would never leave this field.

And no matter how juvenile it may sound,
I kept my end.

And I know Frank would have kept it,
too.

He always said that. His heart will
always be here.

I heard it a million times, but I never
listened once.

I'm sorry.

But I just can't tell you.

And I'm sorry.

But consider yourself under arrest.

No.

My Franklin's laid to rest.