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The blue rose

Is it real

It's the place

Your soul belongs to

Now you're home

And you can feel

The water's edge

The fate you cling to

The blue rose

Maybe I know that he's been

cheating

Maybe I know that he's been untrue

But what can I do

I hear the whispering

When I walk by

He's going to break her heart

And make her cry

I know it's me

They're talking about

I bet they all think

I'll never find out

Oh, but maybe I know that

He's been cheating

Maybe I know that

He's been untrue

But what can I do

My friends are telling me

That he's no good

He isn't treating me

The way he should

He really loves me

That's all I can say

Before my tears fall

I just walk away

Oh, but, baby, I know that

He's been cheating

Maybe I know that

He's been untrue

But what can I do

Oh

Deep down inside

He loves me

Though he's never around

Deep down inside

He loves me

Someday he'll settle down

Maybe I know that

He's been cheating

Maybe I know that

He's been untrue

But what can I do

He really loves me

That's all I can say

Before my tears fall

I just walk away

Oh, maybe I know that

He's been cheating

Baby, I know that

He's been untrue

But what can I do

Oh

Maybe I know that

He's been cheating

Maybe I know that

He's been untrue

Sophie, darling.

How are you?

Never been better.

I brought pie.

Ooh.

And that's when Billy told me he loved me.

No way.

Yes, way.

Well, are you going steady?

We'll see about that.

Look at this rock.

Daphne Buchanan, how the hell are you?

Just fine, darling.

Just fine.

This pie is divine.

Well, I truly think I don't have enough of your art pieces.

Would you whip me up some new things?

I have something in the works for you

that you are going to absolutely adore.

It's a black rabbit with a big cockroach hanging out

of the side of its mouth.

Ooh.

I actually happen to have a new painting for you.

You do?

Her.

She's somebody sad.

Push.

Push.

One more.

One more.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Ugh.

You are never going to believe this shit.

Did you break my lock?

I got a call from the station.

You know it's my day off, right?

They want us to investigate some sort of homicide.

Homicide?

Already?

Aren't we still, like, labeled as rookie detectives?

Yeah, but that doesn't mean any of the old geezers

down at the station are any better than us.

Besides, this could be our big break

if we solve a bloody, shocking, gruesome homicide.

Homicide.

Homicide.

Homicide.

Hey, how come suicide isn't all the rage anymore?

Suicide is very '30s, '40s.

But nonetheless, we live in happier times, Dalton.

Happier times for cold-blooded killers?

Or estranged wives.

Pictured here is Harold O'Malley, a husband

to one Sophie O'Malley.

Maiden name Steele.

Steele?

Where-- where have I heard that name?

Sophie's sister is Norma Steele.

Quite the socialite around Hollyweird.

This man was stabbed 28 times.

He was cut up like a pie.

And Sophie wasn't at the scene.

And the cops think she was kidnapped but I think

that she's the one who did it.

That's quite a theory.

Are there any other suspects?

Well, that's why they hire us-- to come up with some.

So this is the O'Malley residence?

Yes, indeed.

Do blue roses grow naturally?

I don't think so.

What is it?

These are just white roses that have been painted blue.

Oh.

Cool.

OK.

Well, that's not odd to you?

It's not that odd.

Maybe they're just very eccentric.

Yeah.

I don't know.

Something just feels off.

OK.

Well, while you're gawking over common plants,

I'm going to go inside and look for actual evidence.

OK, well, have a dandy old time.

Yeah.

A blue triangle painted on the side of the O'Malley house.

Jackpot.

"My dearest sister, nothing I do can please Harold.

I fear he may be cheating on me as the days grow long

and my drive for sensual intimacy grows short.

I put all my time into baking pie

after pie after pie just to please him.

But it seems like he wants a Lorelei Lee

and I'm a mere Dorothy Shaw.

After all, gentlemen prefer blondes.

He hit me.

The anger built up inside of me like lava in a volcano.

If I could, I'd kill him.

I'd gut him like a fish.

I now fear this volcano could explode and a world of ash

could overtake.

Please write back ASAP.

I need you to help me during this difficult time.

With love, Sophie."

Well, that was quick.

I think we should give this Norma gal a visit.

"] Roses are red,

my love

A long, long time ago

So, uh, tell me more about Miss Steele.

Sophia or Norma?

Norma.

Well, she's quite the prominent figure around town.

She owns a successful gallery.

She also has a huge art collection.

She's also known for her very extravagant parties.

My love

But not as sweet as you

Ah, yes.

You're finally here.

I'm sorry.

You know who we are?

Oh, but of course.

Detective Lilly and Detective Dalton.

I'm assuming you've come in regard to my sister's husband.

Yes.

That's exactly why we're here, Miss Steele.

Oh, please.

Call me Norma.

Well, come and sit.

Might I get you some tea and cookies?

Well, Norma, I've never denied the opportunity

to feast on cookies, so I'll take it.

Wonderful.

Yes, Miss Norma.

Kiyo, I'd like to introduce you

to Detective Lilly and Detective Dalton.

How do you do?

Quite well.

How do you do?

I'm fine.

Would you fetch us tea and cookies, dearie?

Yes, right away.

Thank you.

Well, then.

Ask me anything.

Well, for starters, when was the last time

you saw your sister?

It couldn't have been but eight weeks ago.

However, we always communicate by post.

That was going to be my next point.

Your sister intended for you to receive a letter,

but it was never sent.

Oh?

Do you have the letter?

Yes

May I see it?

Not yet.

We still have questions.

Has your sister ever lashed out

or done anything she regretted?

I suppose we've all done things we regret.

Haven't we?

Are you implying that my sister could

be responsible for the murder of her own husband?

Not entirely, Miss Steele.

Norma.

Sophie might have hurt one of our animals once.

Can you elaborate on that?

Juniper, a cockatiel.

A beautiful creature, just given to her on her ninth birthday.

One day I came home to see that she had dismembered him.

And that's not even the worst part.

Shortly after the bird incident, our parents

thought Sophie could take up music.

They hired a piano teacher.

That is until-- thank you.

Oh.

Anything else?

Do you have any reason why she would have done this?

Now I'd like to make it clear that I

don't entirely not believe my sister would

be capable of such a crime.

It's just that, well, sue was the perfect little wife

to Harold.

Well, that is until our last correspondence.

Go on.

I think she had some small suspicion

that Harold was shacking up with some jealous harlot.

She never directly told me so.

Actually, she did.

Of course.

Yes.

It makes perfect sense.

You see, Sophie contextualizes herself

as Dorothy Shaw in this letter, comparing herself

to Lorelei Lee.

But she was really comparing herself to Catherine?

Who's Catherine?

Catherine Christianson.

She's working over at the Red Bloom Room.

That little slut.

Heard some odd stuff goes on in that place.

An odd place for an odd girl.

Do you think she could be involved in Harold's murder?

Perhaps.

Maybe she wanted Harold all to herself.

But that couldn't happen so if she killed him,

then nobody could have him.

You know, now that I think about it,

I do remember Sophie saying something

about a threat she received from some blonde bimbo.

I'm under the impression that it's Catherine.

The Red Bloom Room?

We should go see her.

Another thing, Norma.

Does a blue triangle mean anything to you?

A blue triangle?

No.

Why?

At the crime scene, there was a large blue triangle

painted by the door.

Could it be the mark of a killer?

I don't know.

That's why I'm asking you.

No.

I don't have any connection.

Are you sure about that?

Honest.

Thank you for your time, Miss Steele.

We'll be looking into Catherine.

You've been quite the help, Norma.

Thank you.

The pleasure is all mine, darling.

Norma, might I ask you, where do you get all of this art from?

You know, I am just such a patron of the arts.

Any artist I would know?

Some pieces are actually done by Sophie herself.

Yes.

She developed quite a talent for art

when she was locked up in the loony bin.

I think it's best that you two get going.

Let me get this straight, Dalton.

You got-- you got a plea for help

from an endangered girl who was involved

in some sort of a hostage situation.

And you didn't do your job?

Yes.

That's exactly what I did.

Didn't do.

And then you completely blew the protocol

for a potential kidnap victim.

Excellent work.

You're really beating a dead horse at this point.

So if you are going to fire me--

Might I be frank?

Maybe you two aren't ready for a real case.

But we already had a real case, the Daphne Buchanan case.

And what happened that time?

Do you not remember?

Because I remember.

You two wouldn't stop lollygagging and taking

precious time away from the case.

And poor Daphne has been missing for months.

We were so close to cracking it.

And then you went in and removed us.

And I'll be damned if you do it again.

Oh, you will be, huh?

- Yes. - Yeah.

I'm going to do what I couldn't with Daphne.

And I'm going to solve this mystery.

This is not a Nancy Drew novel, Dalton.

I know.

We know.

Hey.

Here's an idea.

Maybe we could actually catch some criminals if we had guns.

Not after what happened the last time, huh.

Should I go ahead and move this case over

to Detectives O'Hara and Danvers?

- No. - No?

No.

I should leave this case with my two most unqualified detectives

to solve.

That's a superb idea. Superb.

Can you not raise your voice?

- Could you cut the gas, Dalton? - No.

Because you're yelling at us for no reason.

I have a good goddamn reason.

And that good goddamn reason is?

My goddamn reason is you're a goddamn smart ass.

Why didn't you just assing somebody else

on the first place, huh?

Los Angeles is crime-ridden.

All right.

You have any idea how many homicides occur on a given day?

Is that a genuine or rhetorical question?

Can we get a real fucking police car instead of

a pussy pink convertible?

Too many to count.

Dad, I promise I'll do better.

I'm Mr. Vallens here, boy.

Yeah.

Sorry, Mr. Vallens.

All right, look, I want to give you guys a second chance.

Well, then let's go back and help that girl Kiyo.

No, no, no, no.

We'll handle the Kiyo case from here.

You two, you find that Sophie O'Malley.

And you find the killer.

Thank you for dinner, Kiyo, dear.

Of course.

Alert me if you'd like anything else.

She could carve this hole

Let it start

Oh, it's so cold

The echo's telling her

But she already knows

She stays put

In one town

She'd have the chance through your noise

Become familiar sound

The gray is telling you

The bridges are let down

If you catch a glimpse of a smile in the night

She's the girl in red

But she'll sing the blues tonight

She's an open book

Until the pages turn

She's lighting up her window

As the house begins to burn

She puts her eye

With her bath

She drinks every drop

What can I get you?

Uh, um, nothing.

You're standing at a bar, bud.

Right.

Uh, can I ask you about one of the girls who works here,

Catherine Christianson?

Her.

How long has she worked here for?

I'd say, uh, two or three months now.

Why?

Have you ever had a customer by the name of Harold O'Malley?

Names don't exist here at the Red Bloom Room.

But all I had to do was ask about Catherine Christianson

and that's her name so--

Do you actually think she's named Catherine Christianson?

Seem like you're living in a little bit of a dream world.

Need some eye drops?

I cried in red

To a love that I regret

Made the sunshine

Made the stars glow

But no one told me what it does

To see it go

I'd like to speak to Catherine after her performance.

Yeah.

Well, good luck with that.

The performers and clientele never speak to one another.

Besides, she scurries off like a little mouse after her shift.

Well, then I'll follow her home.

Where is home?

She doesn't have one.

She's staying at the Belladonna Inn right now.

About Harold O'Malley.

That name doesn't ring a bell?

No.

Can't say that it does.

Very well.

I'm going to show you a rather gruesome picture.

And I want you to tell me if you recognize the man in it.

A face.

Something not a lot of people show around here.

Often people wear masks to hide something about themselves.

Wouldn't you agree?

What's up with the triangle?

I think you know.

This isn't the first time that you've been here.

Detective Dalton, I'll think of you when I dream in blue.

An open book

Until the pages turn

She's smiling out the window

As the house begins to burn

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Are you OK?

OK. OK.

Let's go. Let's go.

Lilly, are you all right? Do you need me to drive?

- I got it. - Are you sure?

I said I got it.

Maybe we should slow down.

Watch out.

- We almost had her. - OK.

Well, maybe if you hadn't been driving like a mad woman,

we wouldn't be stranded on the street, now would we?

You were the one who wanted to follow her.

Yeah. At a reasonable speed.

Oh my god. OK.

Do you know how to fix a tire?

It's a flat, Lilly.

And?

No, I can't.

OK.

Well, we're fucked. - OK.

Well, at least I know where she's going,

so let's just, like, get a cab and, like,

resume in the morning. - No.

We're walking to the nearest auto shop.

Lilly.

Let's go.

OK, fine.

Whatever.

Let's get a move on.

You see that, too?

Yes.

I want to run.

Me, too.

Something tells me that I should stay.

What is it?

Somebody sad.

I'm sad, too.

Dalton, no.

Yes, Norma?

Sit down, dearest Kiyo.

Have a drink.

What are we celebrating?

A toast to the arts.

To the arts.

Kiyo, might I ask you something?

Anything, Norma.

What are your thoughts on purgatory?

Purgatory?

What if I told you that you were

floating into it as we speak?

If you told me that I--

I don't know what I would say.

Well, you better come up with something.

Why did I receive a phone call from the police station

informing me that you had slipped one of the detectives a

rather concerning note?

What?

Oh, I kindly explained to them how you suffer from psychosis

and how you often have episodes where your mind alters

your sense of reality.

It's troubling that you would betray me in such a way.

That isn't true.

Oh, I'm aware.

But the police aren't.

I know what's going on here.

I know what your plan is.

And I won't stand for it.

You're right.

You won't stand for it.

Ah, yes.

You're finally here.

Pardon?

I've been waiting for the two of you

ever since I saw you in my dream last night.

I suppose now it's really you.

So what can I do to help you?

I'm Detective Dalton.

And this is Detective Lilly.

We're investigating a homicide case.

And we'd like to speak to one of your occupants.

And who would that be, dearie?

Catherine Christianson.

Room 808, the love nest.

Great, thanks.

And your name was--

Yes?

What is it?

Are you Catherine Christianson?

What do you want?

We just want to talk to you.

About?

I think you know.

I don't.

I'm sorry.

We just want to talk.

Goodbye.

Harold is dead.

He's dead?

Yes.

How?

May we come inside?

We can-- we can better explain it to you that way.

No.

I'll meet you at the hotel restaurant in 30 minutes.

We can discuss it there.

I always knew Harold was going to get his.

He was a real asshole.

Did he ever mention his wife to you?

Oh, sure.

I mean, I didn't know that much about the girl.

But from what I heard, she was sweet and all.

But his sexual appetite was too much for her to handle.

What would you two do together?

Wouldn't you like to know.

He'd come all the way up here just for me.

He'd get drunk.

I'd do what he paid me for.

Then he'd leave.

It was all fun and games until he started getting aggressive

with me.

You know, I wouldn't be shocked if he flipped his lid

and hurt his wife.

Harold got crazy when he was drunk.

Do you know where Sophie might have gone?

I don't.

I'm sorry.

Did you ever happen to threaten Mrs. O'Malley?

What would I get out of threatening a client's wife?

I mean, yeah, Harold had a big package and all,

but nothing to kill for.

Did you ask about the triangle?

Triangle?

Does a blue triangle mean anything to you?

As a matter of fact, yes.

That creepy girl who works at the front desk,

she came to my room one night and presented me with a drawing.

It was rather juvenile drawing, a blue triangle.

And as I took it from her, she started crying blood.

I've heard of that experience happening to a few people.

But her eyes just started bleeding.

Surely, there's something to it.

Did she say anything when she gave you the drawing?

No.

She just smiled at me, that skin-crawling charm,

a sickening smile, truly.

What does the blue triangle mean?

We-- we don't know.

All right, well, thank you for your time, Catherine.

If you need anything else, just give us a call.

Please don't go just yet.

What if she comes after me next?

Please, you could stay for just a few hours.

We could go back to my hotel room and dine on champagne cake.

She does make a good point.

Maybe we could get her to spill some crucial information.

All righty, then.

Gee, thank you so much.

I tell you, they have the best cakes here.

OK.

Oh, it's going to be just like a sleepover.

No, it's not.

Life is so strange sometimes.

You never know what decisions you're going to make.

They're going to alter the future

in ways your tiny brains could never understand.

And if you think about it, fate really brought us here together.

Fate is a funny thing.

You know, I never wanted to be a detective.

My father was one and his before him and his before him.

I guess I just wanted to prove myself to dad.

I wanted to show that I could be half the man he is,

which is not much of a man, but a decent amount.

What about you, Lilly?

What are you doing in such a male-dominated field?

It's a long story.

I love long stories.

OK.

I had a friend.

And she was incredible.

And her name was Audrey.

We did everything together, like how friends do.

And we were even roommates for a point in time.

And one night, she hadn't come home from work.

And I got really worried.

And I was like, she'll be-- she'll be back in an hour.

And then an hour turned into a day and a night.

And then-- and then they found Audrey.

Yay.

Dead.

She'd been taking advantage of.

The cops barely did anything to catch the culprits,

especially after they found out that we were--

anyway, the-- the point is that, like Dalton, I

guess I just did this to prove myself.

And in a way, I guess I have.

But every day, it just gets a little harder.

I'm so sorry.

The world is such a scary place.

But I am a firm believer that everything--

everything happens for a reason.

In the great context of time and humanity and the universe,

we all have to end up on the other side

where the grass is greener and the flame burns brighter.

I know just what we need.

Have you ever played with tarot cards?

No, no, no.

No more spooky demon stuff.

No, no.

It's not like that.

Here.

Pick three.

Yeah, that's not good.

Help!

Help!

Help!

This is where we must keep them.

You know what you have to do.

You know what I've taught you.

Eat up.

Mm.

Where is my daughter?

She will do just fine with the others.

I've forgotten her name.

Now, you remember what I told you about names, don't you?

There are none.

That's right.

That's right.

Why are you doing this to me, to us?

You aren't enjoying it?

No.

No.

I'd like to go home now.

You are home.

No.

No.

Home.

Who is that?

Why, your daughter, of course.

No.

No!

Now, this only hurt a bit.

No.

So stay still.

No, please, no.

Stay still.

When shall we three meet again, hmm?

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly's done.

When the battle's lost and won.

Honey?

Coming.

It must have been that something so important

You're joking.

I finally perfected the recipe.

We can try it tonight after dinner.

Forget about it.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Where am I?

What is this place?

Can you say something?

Help me.

Sophie?

Sophie, darling, was that you playing a few moments ago?

Why did you stop?

Sophie, darling, what are you looking at?

The lady in black in the corner.

Who is she?

Sweetheart, there's nothing there.

Oh, my poor sister.

Well, OK, then.

Play again, hmm?

Absolutely marvelous, so much better now that that piano

teacher is out of the picture.

Come with me.

There's something fun I'd like to do with you, mm hmm.

Poor Juniper, such a beautiful bird.

Why does he have to stay in the cage like that, Norma?

Well, if we ever let him go, he'd never come back.

Oh.

Some people say that sometimes, we

have to let go of the things we love.

But why do that?

If you love something, and you want to keep it,

to love, to look at, why give it away?

Do you think Juniper is lonely in there?

Do you think he wants to be free?

Oh, for sure.

But if we set him free, that would be one less lovely thing

to look at.

But he-- he's somebody sad.

I'm sad, too.

Well, there is a way for us to set him free

but to still keep him with us, hmm?

Oh, shh.

Grab his wing.

Pin the feet too.

It's beautiful.

You must show mother and father when

they come back from their trip.

Stop it!

Oh, my god.

No!

Dalton!

Watch where you're going.

Are you trying to get killed?

Weirdo.

Be careful.

Who was it?

Nobody.

No one's there.

And you locked the door?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Now, eat your dinner before it gets cold.

So how was work today?

Same old, same old.

What did you do all day?

I cleaned the house, made a couple phone calls, took a bath.

Oh, and I had the strangest dream.

In the bath?

Yes.

I feel like it was snowing.

And I was walking through the woods.

Was I there?

No.

Oh, and then this-- this tree was so magnificent and tall.

But then my eye line got blurred by something.

So I flipped around and I saw this portal.

It was a triangle all in blue.

And a fox was there.

He was leading me into the portal.

But I awoke.

Sounds like a hell of a dream.

Don't fall asleep in the bath on me.

I don't need you drowning.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Strawberry pie?

Mm, yeah.

You need to go check on her.

If you don't, she'll be mad.

Rose.

I'm not joking, Dalton.

It's your baby too.

Really, Dalton?

Dalton!

I'm fine.

Is this what you want?

Here.

Have it.

Get her pacifier, Dalton.

Get her blessed pacifier Dalton, now!

Please.

Rose!

Now that it's gone

This beautiful day

There's nothing to do

But say

My darling sweetheart

One more perfect day is through

My darling sweetheart

One more perfect dream come true

What the fuck?

Oh, heck.

Oh, my neck.

San Ysidro Hills Psychiatric Center?

What is this place?

Oh, darlings, I knew you'd come back.

Come on.

No.

Now, don't worry.

Miss Sophie is going to take good, good care of you.

Keep your eyes and ears open.

Sophie's new exhibition is right around the corner.

We need to find a way out of here.

It's a little late for that, Dalton.

They never let me smoke.

They never do.

I just want a goddamn cigarette.

They never let me smoke.

Oh, my god.

Is that Daphne Buchanan?

What's she doing here?

I would kill someone for a fucking cigarette.

Is that Kiyo?

I can't tell.

Where are you taking us?

To see Sophie, of course.

She knows you're dying to meet her.

Yeah, well, how would she even know that?

Her sister, of course.

Norma.

Norma.

She let us into her trap.

She's the one--

Detective Dalton, you're holding cell.

Yeah, as if I'm going in there.

Detective Lilly, you'll wait here for a moment, please.

Dalton, your cellmate, Juliet.

What in the hell is going on in here?

Don't you mean, what in heaven is going on here?

Oh, OK, all right, a little Juliette, huh?

Keep quiet.

Come with me and you'll be safe.

Well, maybe you've seen her in your dreams

or walking down a lonely street at night or in the mirror,

staring back at you.

Kiyo, why are you walking so fast?

You've got to keep up.

Where are you taking me?

This is a bad place.

They've captured us.

You'll be next if we don't get out of here.

Wait, what?

What do you want to know?

OK, well, for starters, where the fuck are we?

And who is Juliet?

Who?

Juliet, Dalton's cell mate.

That's not what that's called where I'm from.

What are you talking about?

Never mind that thing.

It doesn't concern us.

Let's just hope Daphne doesn't fuck up

the plan with that chatterbox she calls a mouth.

Nurse.

Nurse.

Please, listen.

Rose and her painting have gone missing.

Rose?

That's impossible.

Do I need to medicate you again tonight?

No, come quick.

Fuck.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know what happened.

Mommy, please.

Mommy, please.

Stop that!

Wait, I have to tell you something.

People often use masks to hide something about themselves.

Don't you agree?

Have you ever been in love?

I don't know.

Are you in love?

Are you?

Are we going to die in here?

I can't die anymore.

What does that mean?

I still don't understand.

Some art isn't meant to be understood but appreciated.

It smells like death in here.

Probably because it is.

Oh, my god, Catherine.

Miss Steele, we have a problem.

What problem?

Rose is gone.

She's not in her cell.

I fear something may have happened.

Oh, never mind that.

Are the detectives still in our custody?

I believe so.

I didn't see the girl as I was leaving Juliet's room.

You mindless buffoon.

Do you have any idea--

I'm sorry, miss.

I'll-- I'll fix it.

Mm, your name's Delilah, by the way.

I had a dream last night, a nightmare really.

There was a little house upon a hill.

And I lived there with my family, my twin.

We were happy, joyful.

It was snowing one winter.

And we would all go sledding in the ice and snow.

We were young, vibrant, happy.

And then a man came, a man in a mask.

Please, god, no more.

Please, no more.

And he brought me to the next hill over,

a bigger hill, a bigger house.

You'll like it here, he says to me.

You can do anything you want.

But I was forbidden to go into the basement.

But one night, my curiosity got the best of me.

So I creeped down the stairs.

And I opened up a mirror into a cold, dark room.

I flipped a switch.

And that's when the fluorescent lights and the stench came.

Bodies, bodies everywhere.

I screamed.

And the man must have heard me, because he

came running down the stairs.

He burst through the mirror and threw me

onto the pile of bodies.

I made a break for it up the stairs and out the door.

I began falling, tumbling, falling, tumbling, falling,

tumbling.

And that's when I hit the ice and snow.

It was so cold, not like the hill at my old house,

but like the hill of ice cold bodies in the basement.

And then I woke up.

I woke up to you here.

Detective Dalton.

Miss O'Malley?

It's Steele now.

No, don't leave me with her, please.

Uh uh uh, quiet down.

No, no, no.

You cannot go.

No, please don't leave me like this.

I said shut up.

Oh, I've always admired you, Dalton.

Well, I knew that you'd wind up here eventually.

Everybody winds up here eventually.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, why purgatory, of course.

Uh, I wouldn't expect you to understand.

You clearly don't have an artist's brain.

Yeah, well, if I had your brain,

I wouldn't fuck with a detective.

Run faster.

I don't know how much further I can go.

Go in.

We're running in circles.

We have to find another way.

Dalton.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Where have you been?

Everywhere but where we need to be.

We need to find Daphne and Rose.

If we aren't back here in three minutes,

you need to come looking for us.

OK.

Well, this isn't where I thought we'd wind up tonight.

But I'm happy it's with you.

We're going to end this tonight, together.

Daphne, Rose.

Fuck this.

Keep going.

Don't stop.

Keep going.

Watch where you're going, literally.

You are a very, very good, detective, too good.

But I wanted you to find me.

I wanted you to find me.

You know I can't let you go to her, right?

The flame, you know what I have to do to you now.

Sophie, please, I know you're better than this.

You don't know the first thing about me.

If you did, you would know that this is what I have to do.

This is why I was put on this Earth.

This is my purpose.

What purpose?

Killing people?

I am not killing anyone because nothing ever truly dies.

You're just going to be in a very dark place for a very

long time.

Sophie, stop it.

I know you're not a bad person.

I know Norma made you do those bad things.

You don't know shit.

Yes, I do.

She created this facade, this fabrication of a world

unlike ours.

And you're trapped here, just the same as us.

- You're wrong. - No, I'm not.

Really?

And how the fuck would you even know that?

Because I saw you.

You?

Yeah.

You're the lady in black?

She-- she tried to kill you.

And Juniper--

I'm so sorry that you did those things to you.

This is real, isn't it?

Come with me and Dalton.

No, I can't.

I can't. - You can.

You can set everyone free.

I can't do it.

Norma doesn't hold any power over you.

You're your own person.

You can be free, too.

I want to.

I really do.

OK.

OK.

Come with me.

No.

If I go back there she's going to kill me.

I'm going to make sure that that doesn't happen.

We will make sure that Norma goes

exactly where she needs to go.

No, I just--

I love her so much.

What do I do?

I know.

But sometimes we-- we have to let go of the things

that we love.

I used to dream about a day

When you and I would go away

I dream of you at night

I dream of you in the sunlight

I dream of you, of you all night

Sometimes I think back on the past

Back when the cars drove oh, so fast

On graduation day

The last I saw your face

You kissed me on the cheek

And I cried relentlessly

I dream of you at night

I dream of you in the sunlight

I dream of you in blue all blue

Sometimes you find only one person

To satisfy your thirst

But when they're gone then the blue

Without you there's no more you

And do you recall back on the old times

when you'd fall in love, in love, in love and love and blue

Oh, oh I dream of you in blue, in blue, a dream of you

I'll think of you when I dream in blue.

Lay me down on a heart-shaped bed

Pretend it's our wedding

Pretend we just met

Pretend we're in one of those movies

They rent in the back of every seedy place

we pass on the interstate

The signs say heaven waits on the other side

Just hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight

Hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight

To get the room with a heart-shaped bed

Make something gross reel romantic

Make me so no one will ever want me again

Cause when I sleep with faith

I only find a corpse in my arms on awakening

Just hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight

Hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight

So get a room with a heart-shaped bed

Tell me something

Get a room with a heart-shaped bed

Just hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight

Hold me through these lonely nights

We'll have a blue wedding tonight