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(brooding music)

(suspenseful music)

- You okay, Mrs. Crane?

- Yes. - Can I get you anything?

- No.

(suspenseful music)

(tire spokes clicking)

(zombie snarling) (suspenseful music)

- Would you like to take a break?

Maybe relax a bit?

Sometimes, I lock myself in the bathroom

and I take a nice long, hot shower.

That usually does it for me.

Did you need a few more minutes?

- [Marion] Yes.

- Would you like to go back upstairs?

- No.

Yes.

He was a good man.

You need to understand this?

- It's okay, Marion.

- Don't patronize me!

He was a good man.

It was his business that had the issue.

(pensive music)

(door creaking)

(pensive music)

(door creaking)

(pensive music)

- [Man] I am sorry.

- Is there something else you want to confess, my son?

- [Sick Man] I am sorry.

- What do you want to say to me?

- [Man] I can't do it, it's a burden.

- Do you want me to clear the room so you can speak freely?

(man grunting)

(man faintly murmuring)

(suspenseful music)

(man faintly murmuring)

(suspenseful music)

- I said no video.

That was you.

- You said 57.

What is 57, is that an address?

(man murmuring) (suspenseful music)

- [Sick Man] I thought I blocked it out.

I remember,

everything that happened.

- Do you mean 1957?

- [Man] Yes, that's it, 57.

(suspenseful music)

- Go head, and confess, my son.

Speak freely.

God is here listening to you.

(suspenseful music)

(man grunting)

He is here to guide you.

He will guide you through your pain.

Confess to God.

He will relieve you of your burden.

- [Sick Man] Seven, 57.

(curious ambient music)

- [Beatrice] Dearest Thomas,

I hope you understand why I've chosen

to end my disintegrating life.

I could not watch myself get any more hideous

and I did not want you to see it, too.

I hope when you're thinking of me,

you see the beautiful woman that you married.

You have been so wonderful.

And I am grateful for the life that I had with you.

(curious ambient music)

I hope you were happy for me because as you read this,

I'm no longer suffering.

I love you.

And one day, I will see you again.

(curious ambient music)

(book slams)

(curious ambient music)

(tape, plastic crumpling)

(curious ambient music)

(vomit spewing)

(curious ambient music)

(woman gagging)

(curious ambient music)

(intense music)

(dramatic music)

(chain clinks)

(woman coughing)

(woman spitting)

(woman coughing)

(lighter flickers)

- Harold, where have you been?

You disappeared on me.

I thought you died. (laughing)

(woman coughing)

(sighs) I think I need to call Dr. Valmer,

who's in tomorrow.

Whatever bug you've been building up,

I think I caught.

(coughing) Harold, have you even heard a single word I said?

(scoffs) It's no wonder you can keep a goddamn job.

You're lucky you can pay the $90 for this month's rent.

Probably gonna have to ask father again,

to help bail us out.

(pensive music) You okay?

You've been weird ever since Bogart died.

I think I'm going to make tea. (zombie growling)

(coughing) Maybe I'll heat up some corn beef hash, too.

(woman screaming) (intense music)

(zombie growling)

(woman screaming) (intense piano music)

(faint murmuring)

I understand.

(faint murmuring)

Uh ha, bye.

(typewriter key clicking)

(phone rings)

(Bethany sighs)

(phone rings) (typewriter keys clicking)

Where have you been, mister?

That darn phone has been ringing non-stop.

- I'm only two minutes late.

(Bethany scoffs)

- Hello?

(typewriter keys clicking)

So...

Why do you think

that I wouldn't be able to write our wedding vows?

- Where is this coming from?

- Well, I'm in the car,

listening to the Jimmy Star Show, on the way over here.

So they start discussing wedding vows.

So I clearly thought back

to the other night's dinner conversation where-

(laughing) The dinner that you were late for?

Mister, I'm always on time.

I'm always punctual.

Mister, I'm always late when that phone is ringing.

(typewriter keys clicking)

- You know what else I'm gonna be late to?

Our wedding.

(Bethany scoffs)

- Not likely.

Unless you want to be carried to the alter

by two big gorillas.

And Bobby will make sure that James

and Charles are right there by your side on that day.

- So the gorillas are your two brothers?

I'm sorry, I thought you were referring to your folks.

- Why, George Alfred Lazarus,

you take that back!

You take it back!

(Bethany scoffs)

(typewriter keys clicking)

(phone rings)

Pick up that- - Insurance.

Yeah, this is he.

- [Bethany] Mother and father are not going to-

(George scoffs)

- You don't say?

No, I don't see anything here.

- Your sister's a baboon.

- Hmm hmm. (Bethany playful grunting)

Hold, Bethany, you got a telegram this morning?

- [Bethany] No.

- Wait, Mr. George, wait.

- [George] Hold on a second, here.

- Good morning, Benjamin! (laughing)

- [George] I'll call you back (murmurs), give me a second.

Yeah, got it, uh ha.

- [Chip] Good morning, Ms. Bethany.

- And how are you today? - Eh. (laughing)

- Ah, look at this.

Okay.

Oh, I hope that's not your mother's blueberry pie

that you got tucked in under your arm there. (laughing)

- Oh no, I picked this up at the five and dime.

It's a Frisbee.

You play catch with it.

Kind of like baseball,

but it's with the saucer, instead.

- Well, why don't you just find a baseball?

- I kind of wanted to see how I like this first

so I can send it to my little cousin for Christmas.

- Oh dear.

Do you really think he's going to enjoy playing

with a pie pan?

- Well, I don't know, I hope so. (laughing)

I spent all my money on a plane ticket

to see the little brat,

and my namesake, my Uncle Ben.

I know, no rice jokes.

(Bethany laughing)

(George faintly talking)

- I'm sure he's going to love it.

- Okay, thanks.

Hey, good morning, Chip.

All right, so that was Hitchcock

over at Topaz Insurance.

A company over in Studio City

just filed a claim against some of their employees,

stating that they had sabotaged his business

with some unknown source.

So the owner, he wants his claim adjusted

and he wants the policy pay out

so it can make up for the downtime.

- Well, that claim sounds like it's both birds, Mr. George.

- Hmm, yeah, well, Topaz agrees.

So, they want us to dig, see what we find out.

- Well, how much is the claim for?

- Well, looking at 13 people on the claim

from the company,

lost wages,

estimated,

$13 million.

(Chip spits milk)

(Bethany gasps)

- I declare.

- Well, what company has that type of money

to pay out, anyway?

I don't know, it seems a little out there,

like that woman who stole $40,000

to pay for her boyfriend's divorce.

And then she gets caught and wants to return it.

(Chip and Bethany laughing)

I tell ya, people.

Geez, what a psycho.

- Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Chip?

- Goodbye, Ms. Bethany. - Goodbye. (laughing)

- Bye, George.

(typewriter keys clicking)

- Don't forget, we have dinner tonight at the Parks.

And then afterwards,

all watching you bet your life on television.

- (scoffs) That was tonight, wasn't it?

- No George, you did this to them last week.

We are going and that is final.

- Uh ha.

- George, you promised.

- Hmm hmm, yeah.

- George stop, you promised!

- Oh, all right, all right!

Until then though,

I'm going down to the Valley.

I've got to take a ride out there.

I've got to sit down with Harry.

I gotta get more details.

- Well, you need company?

I'm almost done here.

- Nah, that's okay, love.

I'll be back within the hour.

- Okay, Mister.

You don't want me around?

I get it.

(typewriter keys clicking) - Hey.

You know, you...

You're my special flower.

I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't in my life.

You keep me honest.

You keep me grounded.

And you keep me humble.

And these are some of the things

that I truly love about you.

(lips smacks)

You see?

I could write my vows.

- (laughing) Take me with you.

- I certainly will.

And this...

This is what you got me for my birthday last year.

Man, I'm killing this vow stuff!

- Oh, what am I gonna do with you?

(muffled DJ on radio)

- [DJ On Radio] Stated that Jackie Robinson

will not be moving with the Brooklyn Dodgers

when they relocate to Los Angeles...

(upbeat music) (faint chattering)

- [George] Hey Smitty, what do you say?

- Hey, George, the usual?

- Yes, with a Tribune.

You like the fights, George.

- Hasn't been exciting to me

since my Marciano retired last year.

(upbeat music) (overlapping chattering)

- Big talker today, I see. (laughs)

Okay, one A cream.

Ed Gein, is that that killer's name?

I've heard about him.

Good, they caught him.

Have you been following that story, George?

Pretty interesting stuff.

Hey, it could make a good book, one day.

(upbeat music) (overlapping chattering)

Oh, what's the use?

That'll be the usual, 25 cents.

- I was hoping you'd throw me a curve on your price, Smitty.

- Curve balls?

Hey, in April, you can see as many as you like

when the Dodgers play.

- Says here, Robinson is thinking of retiring this year.

- You don't say, really?

What a bum.

Let New York keep 'em.

I hear they're still pretty upset that they're moving here.

Maybe we'll take their beloved Yankees, too,

and have all three of their teams, right George?

- It would never happen.

- Jumping Joe is always out here anyways, George.

You know what I mean?

Jumping Joe, he's always out here anyways. (laughing)

Get it?

Jumping Joe, he's always out here.

He's always here, anyways.

- See you tomorrow, Smitty.

- [Smitty] He's always here.

- I don't get it, Smitty.

- Just drink your shake, Bub.

(upbeat music) (overlapping chattering)

(birds chirping)

(fire crackling)

(bells tolling) (suspenseful music)

(Steven moans)

(suspenseful music)

(phone trills)

- Operator? - Yes, operator.

Please, fetch me the police.

- [Operator] Is this an emergency, sir?

- Yes, thank you. - Please hold.

- [Police] Los Angeles Police Department.

Sergeant Jone's speaking.

Who am I speaking with, please?

(suspenseful music)

- This is Steven Wells.

- [Police] What's your emergency, Mr. Wells?

- Sir, I would like to record a murder.

- [Police] A murder, did you say a murder, Mr. Wells?

(suspenseful music)

- I think I killed my wife. (labored breathing)

Again.

- [Police] Sir, what exactly, what are you saying?

(suspenseful music)

- 8585 Sunset Boulevard.

The door's gonna be open.

We'll be waiting here.

Please.

Steven Wells.

W-E-L-L-S.

Thank you.

(phone slams) (suspenseful music)

(Steven sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(water lightly rippling)

(ominous music)

(water lightly rippling)

(ominous music)

(light snarling)

(ominous music)

(light snarling) (dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(zombie lightly snarling)

(dramatic music)

(zombie screaming) (Steven yelling)

- [Assistant] Ms. Daniels will see you now, Mr. Lazarus.

- Okay, thank you.

- Seems very messy and strange, Mr. Lazarus.

Their policy was strictly built for a retirement plan.

Then we started to offer this, and of course,

in the nature of our business,

placed it under the banner of term life,

which indicates that we must pay out a lump sum

for any terminal or critical illness, as well,

if the claim has proven to be true without any fraud intact.

This will completely bankrupt us,

and our three affiliates, if this policy is valid.

- Look, I had a chance to read through the documents

while I was waiting to meet your husband, Harry.

- Pardon, he and Hitchcock's quick in and out entry.

Due to this policy,

he was needed for a discussion

with our shareholders in Fresno,

but that's part of the trouble with Harry.

- Excuse me, Ms. Daniels?

Nothing jumps out at me for this to be considered fraud.

- Fraud occurs when any act is committed

with the intent to falsely obtain some benefit

or advantage to which someone is not entitled.

- Well, I know what the definition to fraud means.

This claim,

seems legit.

- This policy is for 13 people

who worked over at the Deadly Sin Cigarettes Company.

The company on paper is owned by two brothers.

- Yes, Enoch and Eliza Schindler.

- Who now sit on the sidelines

and witness what is happening to their world.

- [George] What do you mean, on paper?

- They don't exist, Mr. Lazarus!

They disappeared!

My husband, Harry, received a telegram early last year

on our wedding anniversary,

April the 22nd.

I found it odd that we received a telegram

early on a Sunday morning from an,

Mr. L. B. Jefferies,

stating that the company, Deadly Sin,

now has a new owner and president

who will oversee all operations.

The company, at the time, had some issues.

So they needed someone with good business sense

to come in and keep it running.

But the wrong man sits at the helm of Deadly Sin,

causing, now this.

My company to act in frenzy.

You need to clear this up.

You need to catch a thief.

You need to pull the curtain back.

- No, no, thank you, I don't smoke.

Look as I stated, Ms. Daniels,

I don't see anything odd.

I don't see odd in the claim.

- The names on this claim were all let go

within three days of one another.

They all state the same illness, causing company hardship.

They also listed them as supervisors

and employee of the month.

The man who now pulls the rope over there

is Mr. Mammon Beelzebub,

a self-reformed ex-gangster from New York.

Now a legit businessman.

A real model citizen.

He and his over-protective daughter run the place.

- They all state the same date on the policy,

which is August 13th.

- I have your attention now, Mr. Lazarus?

False insurance claims are claims filed with the intent

to defraud an insurance provider,

which is me!

Out of $13 million.

Investigate! (hand slams)

(sighs) Please, investigate.

- Will do, Ms. Daniels.

You have a good day. - Thank you.

(paper crumbles)

(match strikes)

(Ms. Daniels exhales)

(machine whirring)

(man coughing)

- Donovan said he saw one that was huge,

said it's the size of a small cat!

(laughing) Do they even come that big?

You look like hell.

You still got the flu?

(machine whirring)

(laughing) How's your arm healing up

from Roger's dog bite last week?

(machine whirring)

You lost a lot of blood. (laughing)

How's the arm?

- I haven't really looked at it.

(man coughing)

- You know, I thought that dog was going

to pull your arm right out of the socket.

Never seen anything like that before.

First, he attacks your dog, then you.

You know, oh, this damn machine.

Gotta get maintence down here.

It's like the fifth time, they fixed this thing.

(man coughing and snarling)

You know, Ronnie had to put 'em down

for fear of his kid's life.

- [Man] Good, get rid of that beast.

- Yeah, hell, maybe his wife, too? (laughing)

(man coughing)

You know, what, what, what would, what were you,

what possessed you to bring that little dog of yours

to play poker over there, man?

(man incessantly coughing)

You know he's got that big son of a bitch running around

that shit hole yard of his.

Damn, this machine! (man coughing)

Mickey, you all right?

(man coughing)

You know, you provoked that animal, yep, you did.

You know, you cooked dinner for us.

You got the steak and chicken all over ya.

You make two bowls of food,

one for Diesel and one for your little ankle biter, Oliver.

(man coughing)

You all right there, Buddy?

Let me get that for ya, let me get this.

Here, come on, drink it up.

It's good, drink it up.

That a boy.

(man vomits) (man yells)

Oh, come on.

(man yelling) (machine whirring)

(man incessantly coughing)

(ominous music)

(man incessantly coughing)

(machine whirring)

(eerie music)

(woman screams)

(seductive jazzy music)

(lighter flickers)

(seductive jazzy music)

(belt snaps)

(seductive jazzy music)

(man grunting) (woman moaning)

(seductive jazzy music)

(plastic crumpling)

- You pissed yourself?

(man gasping)

I hold mine in all day.

(man breathing heavily)

It gives me an edge.

(man breathing heavily)

Tell me again, why you want me to stop?

'Cause if I stop,

I'll fire you. (belt pelts)

And if I fire you,

who will then support

your high school drop out of a life?

And those four unbalanced kids?

You're such a sap, Tad.

Any woman that has four kids from four other men

is only after the support.

It's tough being a lady these days.

(hand slaps)

How many times,

has she left you struggling?

Hmm?

How many times?

Three?

Four? (Tad gasping)

When she goes out in the world

and realizes she can't hold a job, it's time for 10.

How many years have you been with this woman?

11? (Tad gasps)

12?

(Tad grunting and yelling)

When is it enough? (Tad gasps)

So tell me again, why you want me to stop?

(Tad breathing hard)

You know, you can always leave her

and come play with me!

(belt slaps) (Tad yelling)

- [Mother] Your father would like to see you.

- I don't remember hearing you knock out.

Get out!

(door slams)

(Tad gasps)

(Tad breathing heavily)

(belt slaps) - Ouch.

(woman moaning)

(belt slaps) (Tad grunts)

- Tell me. (Tell breathing heavily)

(lighter flickers)

(Tad breathing heavily)

(woman exhales)

(Tad coughing)

- You know?

I admire you.

You still stay and put up with that woman's crap.

(Tad sobbing)

(woman exhales)

Thinking you can change her unbalanced ways.

Hmm.

(Tad yells) (woman laughs)

Hmm.

I told you, a long time ago,

she's a disease.

A disease needs to be cured. (Tad yelps)

And that's what I am for you.

A cure.

Hmm.

(loud slapping) (Tad grunts)

Your escape!

Think about how much money you'll save.

I am your only pleasure.

And you know that. (slaps)

(woman moaning)

Pansy!

- What a horrible time, here,

telling Jimmy's wife and family, were very tough for us.

- Jimmy, Jimmy-

- I shut down production lines,

send everybody home.

It wasn't about profit margin that day.

- [George] You have any idea-

- It was about losing people.

Here at Deadly Sins, we're a family,

a family, I say.

It wasn't about profit.

It was about valuable people.

- You have any idea how much-

- This day and this tragedy nearly crippled us,

paying for funerals,

paying for family benefits.

- So- - Scrapping machinery.

Tossing merchandise.

- I'm trying to get some answers here, sir.

- Next time you come,

you're going to do two things, eh.

(lighter flickers)

- [George] Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(Beelzebub exhales)

- You're going to make a schedule with us

and you're going to come here

and you're going to show me respect, Mr. Lazarus.

You're not just going to barge into a man's office

to talk about things that you already know.

So you tell your company, next time they send you,

please, schedule it. (suspenseful music)

- Will do, Mr- - Thank you.

(phone trilling)

Marjorie, four, two, two, eight.

- You have a good day, sir.

- I say, four, two, two eight, please, hmm.

Hmm, I don't know what you want me to say

or what you want me to do.

That was two weeks ago.

But yes, we did meet.

- (sighs) Thank God.

Well, I would just like-

- When will they cut us our payment?

- Oh, well that's a different department.

We're here to talk about-

- If you're not here to talk settlement,

what are you doing here wasting our time?

- Well, you see, Mr. Bee-za-bub.

- Beelzebub. - Beelzebub.

This was one of the last places that my fiance,

George, visited.

And I would just like to ask you a few-

- My father already told you.

Did you not understand anything, he just said?

(suspenseful music)

- Sassy, this one!

She wanted to be a star when we came out to Hollywood.

She wanted to be in pictures.

She wanted her name on the marque, up in the lights,

until I told her, I said, my darling,

stars are for imbeciles.

You will make more money

and have power,

more money than what those studios

pay those so-called contract players.

She is the future of Deadly Sins.

I've answered

all your questions.

I've answered to Thayers.

I've answered your fiancee.

I've even, now, answered yours,

but nobody seemed to have answered mine yet.

Who will bring me

my money?

Would it be you, little girl? (breaths heavily)

Would you bring me my money

or would it be Sambo?

Would you fetch me my money? (laughing)

- I think we're done here.

We're going to head back to the office

and see what the holdup is with processing

and your check.

(suspenseful music)

- Sambo. (laughing)

(woman screaming)

(footsteps pounding)

- If you shut down a production room,

you're shutting it down.

You don't absorb the people in any other place.

Do you understand, that's the business!

I don't care about-

- But father, they're innocent people, you can't just-

- It doesn't matter who it is.

It doesn't matter.

They're gone, they're gone, that's period.

Period!

Speak, MacMan.

- You've gotta come to the production room.

- Why do I got to come to the production,

since when do I go to the production room, MacMan?

- You've just gotta come to production room one.

- What is it, Jimmy?

Is it Jimmy, again?

I told you it's Jimmy.

He should've got rid of Jimmy a long time ago, little girl.

Go see what he wants!

- Yes father, I'll handle it.

- Yeah, you'll handle it.

You'll handle everything.

You want to handle people.

You want to keep people on the payroll.

If we don't need them, we don't need 'em!

(Mammon breathing heavily)

(woman screaming)

Take that screaming woman out of here.

(woman screaming) - Calm down, calm down.

- Little girl, you don't need to see this.

- [Lucinda] Okay.

- Lucinda, darling, you don't need to see this.

You don't need to look at this.

(suspenseful music) (moaning)

MacMan!

(suspenseful music)

Clean this up.

Clean it all up.

MacMan, what do you think you're doing with that?

- We can throw it out with them.

- (laughing) Throw it out with them, see?

- Tossing it out, tossing it out.

You see what I'm doing here, MacMan?

You see what I'm doing?

I'm tossing my money away.

Why don't you do the same thing with my investment.

Now, clean that up,

wipe it down and get all this nice and clean.

- But- - No butts, MacMan.

- But, it's contaminated.

- (laughing) Contaminated?

(suspenseful music)

This is what you're going to do, MacMan.

You're going to clean up my investment.

You're going to put it in that machine, you see?

And you're gonna run production as planned.

And you're gonna take my product

and you're going to put it in a pallet.

You're going to store the pallet in a warehouse, MacMan.

And you're going to take 13 employees,

whoever you want.

I don't care.

You're going to reward them as employees of the month.

You'll take their pictures.

You'll hang them up in the lobby.

(scoffs) And then, Mr. MacMan (laughs),

you're going to take my investment.

You're going to ship it out.

And we're gonna wait.

(suspenseful music)

Do I make myself clear, Mr. MacMan?

Because...

I won't hesitate.

I will shoot you right here, right now,

right where you stand.

Do I make myself clear, Mr. MacMan?

(sinister laughing) (suspenseful music)

(overlapping city sounds)

(rhythmic music)

(overlapping chattering) (pop surf music)

- Look at this menu.

This is George's favorite thing to eat, burgers and shakes.

He loved it more than anything else in this world.

Well, not the hot plate of corn beef hash.

George loved that, too. (laughing)

On the other hand, he really didn't like liver.

I mean, I couldn't get that man to eat liver. (laughing)

- Well my Uncle Ben always takes us to this burger place

in Pennsylvania.

It's up near Milford.

Madison's Madness.

They're famous for being crazy with their food.

- (laughing) I have no idea what that means.

- They form characters out of their food.

Well, let's say for instance,

you order a short stack of pancakes.

They call it the village.

And they design it to look like a scene

from the three little pigs. (laughing)

- [Bethany] No!

- Well, the pancakes will be the house

with the little sausages living inside of it.

It's the three little pigs.

That's what I mean, weird stuff like that.

- That sounds like a cute place.

- It is.

It's fun.

It's a bit odd but fun.

Traditionally, we go there after he takes us

to see the civil war reenactments.

It's cool,

they dress up and they reenact the battles.

- Wow, it sounds exciting. - It's cool, it's cool.

- George is such a history buff,

he would have loved that. (laughs)

- But do you know what I really find weird is?

Okay, I have another cousin,

lives in Wilmington, North Carolina.

They, too, have a civil war reenactment. (laughing)

- Okay, so what's wrong with that?

- Well, well, you're in the South.

I mean, you lost the war.

Why would you want to continue to reenact something

that you lost?

It's not like the outcome is going to be different.

I mean, am I right?

- [Bethany] (laughing) You're right.

- Excuse me, would you mind moving

to the other side of the room?

(surf pop music)

- Chip, don't move.

(music abruptly stops)

No, thank you.

We're fine right here.

- Look, I don't want any trouble.

Just eat your food and go.

- I hate bigots.

- That's okay.

Thank you,

for what you just did.

That meant a lot.

(pensive instrumental music) (overlapping chattering)

- Do you think he's okay?

- We're gonna find him, Ms. Bethany.

- I'm mean this,

this is just so not like George.

He was just by the book, by the book of rules,

thoughtful, punctual.

Even if he was going to be a few minutes late,

he always called.

- Well, well, we, we...

we searched all the hospitals in the area.

We visited all the surrounding area police stations.

I mean, they're even helping us with this,

so I don't even know what else we could do.

(pensive instrumental music)

- I just feel like the only thing we can do is,

what we've been doing.

Back track his steps.

(pensive instrumental music)

- Well, what's next on that list of yours?

(pensive instrumental music)

- Hi, are you ready to order?

(overlapping chattering)

(birds chirping)

- Hello?

(birds chirping)

(door creaking)

Hello?

(birds chirping)

Howard?

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(light knocking) Hello?

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music)

Howard?

Howard Caine?

(suspenseful music)

Howard, hello?

I'm George Lazarus.

(suspenseful music)

(light knocking) Howard?

Mr. Caine?

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

Hello? (light knocking)

(suspenseful music)

Hello, Mr. Caine.

(suspenseful music)

(light knocking) Hello?

(suspenseful music)

Howard?

Hello?

(suspenseful music)

Howard?

(suspenseful music)

Anybody home? (gasps)

- [Eve] Poking around people's property will get your shot.

- Listen, I'm looking for Howard Caine.

I'm George A. Lazarus.

I work with Topaz Insurance. - Insurance?

- Is this his home?

'Cause I was told that I could find him here.

I was told by Eddie,

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie and Wanda Martinez?

- What, I don't know them from Adam.

(suspenseful music)

Insurance, huh?

(suspenseful music)

Turn around. (ominous music)

Real slow. - Sure, sure.

- You can put your hands down.

- Okay.

- Insurance, huh? - Yeah.

- Yeah, Howard does live here.

I'm his wife.

May I get you something?

Pop?

Coffee, tea?

- Pop sounds great.

Much appreciated, madame.

- (laughing) Oh, I am not no madame, nmm, hmm.

Name's Eve.

Want one?

- No thank you, no thank you.

I don't smoke.

Appreciate it. - Really?

Hmm.

He's probably around back working on that car in the garage.

He loves tinkering on that thing.

He's making it his life mission

to get that car running again.

(curious music)

What'd you want to talk to my husband about?

Insurance? - Yeah.

- 'Cause we're not interested.

Hell, it's hard enough to come up

with the mortgage each month,

for this here dump,

ever since Howard lost his job at the plant.

(suspenseful music)

Darned thing, too.

Reward him as employee of the month.

Gave him a case of smokes.

Even put his picture in the paper.

Smack dab on page seven of the Tribune,

right next to Bogart dying.

(suspenseful music)

So strange.

- Is that right? - Hmm hmm.

- I told Howard, see,

you ain't even gotta be a movie star

to get in the paper. (laughs)

Just have to do business with the devil.

- The devil?

I don't understand.

- My husband isn't right.

He's sick.

He got some kind of bug at the plant.

I took him to the doctors

and they stated that,

maybe he got stung by some killer bee

or maybe he's allergic or something.

See...

We have a beehive in the back

and Howard tends to them all the time.

So he is not allergic!

No. (suspenseful music)

No, no sir.

Something at that plant did something to my Howard.

- Eve, I need to speak to Howard.

I've got to sit down.

I got to talk to him.

I got to ask him some routine questions,

I need to get answered.

- He's in the back.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

Good day.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping) (slight groaning)

- Howard, Mr. Caine?

(metal clanking)

- I heard you talking to my wife, Mr. Lazarus.

Normally, I would introduce myself

and shake your hand.

But the way you're staring at me suggests

I must look worse than I did yesterday. (gasping)

- Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Caine.

I didn't mean to.

- Tell you the truth (gasping),

I haven't looked at myself today.

I didn't like what I saw yesterday. (laughs)

- Mr. Caine. - Doctors tell me...

Nothing's wrong. (gasping)

- Sir?

I'm here, I'm investigating a claim

that was placed by your former employer,

Deadly Sin Cigarettes.

- I don't feel like talking much these days,

especially about those bastards.

So, I won't waste your time.

Head down to the lounge.

On Vermont. (gasping)

See Roger Abel.

- Roger Abel?

Sir, I don't have a Roger Abel.

I don't have a Roger Abel on my list, Mr. Caine.

(labored breathing)

Mr. Caine.

- You must have the employee of the month list.

Roger wouldn't be on that.

But he was there.

And he was let go, as well. (gasping)

Well...

Talk to Roger.

He loves to talk.

Now, I'd appreciate it,

if you let me be. (gasping)

Please, please go.

Please (gasping).

- Good day, Mr. Caine.

(Howard breathing heavily)

(Howard sobbing)

(Howard breathing heavily)

My Lord. (gasps)

I'm sorry for my sins.

With my all heart,

in choosing to do wrong.

I'm saying to you, God.

(Howard sobbing)

I've sinned against you.

(Howard sobbing)

(engine starts) (somber music)

(suspenseful music)

- Hello? (dramatic music)

(ominous music)

Mrs. Caine?

(ominous music)

Hello!

(ominous music)

(door rattling)

- You find anything? - No.

(ominous music)

(door squeaking)

- Ms. Bethany! - What?

- This door is open.

- Let's see if someone's inside.

(dog barking)

Ready?

- [Chip] Yep, I'm ready.

- [Bethany] Hello!

- Now why did I know that it was going to happen?

Oh, I have a light that I use for my camera.

It doesn't last long,

maybe 30 minutes or so. - Okay.

- But the only thing is,

it burns off the battery of the camera

and it burns a lot of battery juice.

Well, I was planning on shooting footage anyway, so.

- Let's just get it working.

I don't want to be here any longer than we have to,

but yes, we should always document everything.

- [Chip] The sooner we get out of here, the better.

- Hello?

- Now this feels wrong.

It feels like a Vincent Price movie.

In one of his movies,

these people, they were trapped and-

- Now just, I, you know how I feel about horror movies.

Mrs. Caine!

(loud thumping)

Who's that?

- Well, of course, it's going to be strange noises

coming from a dark house we're walking through.

Maybe the pod creatures from outer space.

Did you and Mr. George ever see last summer's film,

Invasion of a- - Stop it Benjamin!

I don't like horror movies.

- I'm sorry, Ms. Bethany.

(loud thumping) (Bethany gasps)

- Besides, the sound came from upstairs.

- Well, now you're beginning to scare me, Ms. Bethany.

(eerie noise)

Uh, what now?

- What, what, what's going on?

- I'm not sure.

- What's going on?

You told me that thing was going to last 30 minutes.

- I know-

- And it's only been nearly 10.

(eerie sound)

- Oh shoot.

Well, the battery life is still good. (murmurs)

It's still rolling.

Maybe the light has a short on it, some way?

(eerie sound)

(dramatic screaming)

(zombie snarling)

(eerie music)

(Bethany gasping)

What the hell was that? - I don't know.

- That definitely wasn't no Vincent Price.

- We gotta, we gotta call the police.

We've got to get you to a hospital, oh my God.

- No, I wanna go back in there and shoot it.

- No, no!

- I wanna go in there and shoot it.

- No, we don't even know what that is.

We don't even know what it is.

- The gun was on the counter.

We can go in there and shoot it.

- No, no, we have to call the police.

- We can shoot it. - Call the police.

We've gotta get you to a hos-

(eerie music)

My Lord.

What is that?

(ominous music)

- Mrs. Bethany, I'm okay to run now.

(eerie music)

- Let's go.

(ominous music)

(overlapping chattering)

- What can I get ya?

- I'm here to see Roger.

Roger Abel.

- Never heard of him.

- Howard sent me.

Howard Caine.

- Howard? - Howard Caine?

♪ Baby's gotta a hold on me ♪

Give me a minute.

♪ Baby's gotta a hold on me ♪

♪ Baby, it's getting hard to breath ♪

♪ 'Cause baby's got a hold on me ♪

♪ And I try so hard ♪

♪ But I can't leave ♪

♪ 'Cause baby's got a hold on me ♪

(woman vocalizing) (slow rhythmic music)

- You're gonna go through there, through those doors.

He's expecting you.

- Though those doors right there?

- Right through there.

- Thanks.

♪ Keep on letting ya down ♪

Roger Abel?

♪ 'Cause I can't give you what you need ♪

♪ How dare you keep sticking around ♪

♪ Bringing me down to my knees ♪

(muffled background singing) (overlapping chattering)

Roger?

(lighter flickers)

Roger Abel?

- Yep.

That's me.

- Boy, Caine did say you're a pretty hard guy to track down.

- Yeah, I like it that way.

They will have difficulties.

And who are you, friend?

- Lazarus, I'm George A. Lazarus.

I'm an insurance investigator.

I work with Topaz Insurance.

- A bit late to be going door to door selling insurance,

Mr. Lazarus.

- Oh, you know, I'm sure my fiance is worried.

No, I'm not out selling, Roger.

I'm investigating a claim from Deadly Sins Cigarettes.

You know, hey man, it's a bit dark in here.

You think we can get some lights on in here?

I mean, a fellow could definitely lose a step.

- No.

They will be watching us.

If they can't see you,

they'll miss you.

- They'll be watching?

(Roger coughing)

Who will be watching?

(Roger coughing)

- The dead folks.

You say you're here from a former employer?

Which one?

- No, no, Roger.

I'm with the company your former employee has a claim with.

(Roger coughing)

You taking anything for that?

You wanna take some brandy?

You know, some brandy will do some wonders for you, Roger.

(Roger coughing)

Say, you okay, man?

(Roger coughing)

- What do you want from me?

I already got me a lawyer.

- No, look, I'm no lawyer.

Heavens, I'm not a lawyer.

The have some routine questions.

I need to speak to about your dismissal from the plant.

I need to get them answered.

Roger, what happened at that plant?

What happened at the plant?

- Meet me in my wife's shop in two hours.

14846 Ventura Boulevard.

We'll talk, then.

- 14846 Ventura Boulevard.

(George sighs)

I'll see you, 8:30.

- Don't be late.

(Roger coughing)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine humming)

(suspenseful music)

♪ Baby's got a hold on me ♪

(suspenseful music)

- Emma?

Roger?

Mr. And Mrs. Abel?

George Lazarus.

It's 8:30.

(door squeaking) (suspenseful music)

- Emma, Em. (grunting)

(Roger coughing)

Emma!

(suspenseful music)

(Roger coughing)

Emma!

Honey!

(suspenseful music) (Roger breathing heavily)

(Emma moaning) (Roger grunting)

- Oh my God!

(dramatic music) (body thumps)

That, was not my Roger.

I looked into his eyes.

He wasn't there.

(suspenseful music)

- Look, look, look, look, we need to call the authorities.

Right now!

(suspenseful music)

- He was trying to tell me something.

(suspenseful music)

I couldn't understand him, though.

Maybe because, my scissors were in his throat.

(suspenseful music)

- You!

I know you!

- My Roger.

(suspenseful music)

It wasn't him.

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(woman grunting)

(George gasping)

(woman moaning) (Roger gasping)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(George grunting)

- Emma?

(eerie music)

(George screaming) (creepy music)

(pensive curious music)

(metal clanks)

- This is so creepy.

I love it.

Is this where it all happened?

The alien abductions?

- Supposedly.

It's what I heard.

You know, the Russians are smart.

They're ready for an alien invasion.

And I say, the American government, they're jealous.

They're jealous because the Russians are ready

for serious battle with little green men.

- Russians are so smart and sexy.

Now I understand why they made Spot Nicholas.

- Sputnik?

Exactly, and that's why Elvis wants to join the Army.

He wants to fight, too.

- Can you get Stan Freberg Show?

- It's Thursday?

- What about Jimmy Star?

- That's Wednesday.

Let me see if I can get Dave on here?

(radio host murmuring) Which reminds me...

I was thinking tomorrow I can borrow my dad's wheels

and we'd go to the drive in.

- What's playing?

- It's a double feature.

"Beautiful Nightmare", a gold classic.

- Sure, this doesn't mean we're going steady.

(radio host murmuring)

(jazzy rhythmic music)

(radio host murmuring)

Someone is here?

(faint rhythmic music)

♪ Something coming out in the dark ♪

♪ I can't get too high ♪

♪ Trying to step into the light ♪

♪ Keep 'em falling apart ♪

♪ Eww ♪

(radio host murmuring) (swanky music)

- Misty?

(radio host murmuring) (swanky music)

("Something Coming Out of the Dark" by Parks, Vitulli)

♪ Something coming out in the dark ♪

♪ I can't get away ♪

Misty!

("Something Coming Out of the Dark" Parks, Vitulli)

♪ I get no escape ♪

♪ Oh lord ♪

- [Misty] I hear music.

I told you, someone's here.

(swanky music)

Come on, I hear music.

Let's go see. - Misty.

No, come on.

(zombie snarling)

- Where's the adventure in you?

It might be something cool

or maybe even somebody we know.

- [Man] Have you lost your mind?

- [Misty] Don't tell me you're scared, now.

Come on. - Come on.

Come on, let's hit the bricks.

(swanky music)

Misty, come on.

- Come on, let's rush in, scare them and then we split.

(man scoffing)

Honestly?

If you want some of me,

I'm not gonna do anything in this place.

I'd rather park on the Holland and do some necky.

- You're acting like a crazy chick.

Can we just please split?

- Ready?

One for the money, two for the show and,

and three.

Catch up!

(man gasping) (ominous music)

(man yelling) (zombie screaming)

(loud banging) (blood splatters)

(eerie music)

(zombie snarling and chewing)

(eerie music)

(record whirring)

(slow rhythmic music)

♪ You found me ♪

♪ When I was blue ♪

♪ Looking for someone ♪

♪ To show the truth ♪

♪ Been a fool ♪

♪ For way too long ♪

♪ I want someone ♪

♪ Where I belong ♪

(Bethany sobbing)

♪ But it gets harder ♪

♪ Before the fall ♪

♪ Wanting everything ♪

♪ Getting nothing at all ♪

- Where did you go, George?

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where did you go, George?

Where did you go that's not on this list?

Where are you George?

(slow rhythmic music)

♪ Turns you out ♪

♪ On your way ♪

♪ You'll be better off ♪

♪ Anyway ♪

♪ Turning back ♪

♪ You scream my name ♪

(zombie snarling)

♪ Baby, I'm so glad ♪

♪ You feel the same ♪

♪ But it gets harder ♪

♪ Before the fall ♪

♪ Wanting everything ♪

♪ Getting nothing at all ♪

♪ And I hope that ♪

♪ One day, you will see ♪

♪ You are the only ♪

♪ One for me ♪

(phone dial rotating)

- Operator, please connect me to CA22.

(slow rhythmic music)

- [Man On Voice] Hello?

- I don't know how you do it.

(man laughing)

But you always catch me at the right time to make me smile.

Thank you. - No problem, kid.

Did you look at it?

(woman scoffing)

Catchy title.

Very sexy.

- [Man On Phone] (laughing) You'll be the female lead.

It's really the next project.

Next summer, August 4th, you're up?

- So it's not until August 4th?

- Yeah. - Oh, okay.

That's when they need me to report?

- [Man On Phone] Yeah.

- [Marilyn] I really appreciate your help on this one.

- [Man On Phone] You're okay, kid.

So, maybe have some time for us to get together

for a drink sometime,

maybe at the little place you like so much.

- I can be there if you like.

God knows I need it after the summer I just had.

- [Man On Phone] Are you okay?

- (sighs) It'll be a fun break away from Arthur.

- [Man On Phone] Oh, oh, you have problems?

- Maybe the alone time will give us

that needed spark again.

- [Man On Phone] Is there anything I can do?

- Maybe, just maybe,

it'll inspire him to write me a juicy role to play

in one of his movies.

(both laughing)

- [Man On Phone] You're such a misfit.

- I am not a misfit.

(man laughing)

That sounds like another catchy title.

Misfits.

What do you think?

- [Man On Phone] Yeah, I don't think so.

- No?

And why not?

- [Man On Phone] I don't see you in a title like that.

You're my special lady.

- [Marilyn] You're so sweet.

I would definitely love to get together.

- [Man On Phone] Okay, kid.

Talk to you soon. - Thank you.

- You be well. - We'll talk soon.

- Bye. - Bye.

(slow rhythmic music)

Some like it hot.

(slow rhythmic music)

(loud rhythmic music)

(intense instrumental music)

(pensive instrumental music)

(intense rock music)

(pensive ambient music)

(dramatic ominous music)