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♪ Nice girls,
not one with a defect, ♪

♪ cellophane shrink-wrapped,
so correct. ♪

♪ Red dogs
under illegal legs. ♪

♪ She looks so good... ♪

Maybe one of these days you'll
actually be able to drop me off

in front of my house.

♪ She is watching
the detectives. ♪

♪ "Ooh, he's so cute!" ♪

Night.

♪ She is watching
the detectives ♪

♪ when they shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot. ♪

Help!
Someone out there, help!

I don't know... I don't know
what you're talking about!

I don't know!

You've gotta be
kidding me, dude.

Aah!

I don't know what
you're talking about, man!

You got the wrong guy! I don't
know what you're talking about!

Okay, okay, okay!

Okay! I'll tell you
what you need to know.

Just get that gun
out of my face, okay?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
I'll tell you what you want.

Just get the gun
out of my face.

Are we good?

Uh, I figured
you'd let me go, you know?

Let the proper authorities
do to me what they have to,

you know?
Court, prison, and may...

Oh, come on! I told you
what you want to know!

I told you
what you want to hear!

Wait! I told you
what you needed to know!

Oh, please! I told you what you
needed to know!

Find your baggage
on the platform.

- It's Henley, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Hi.

- I'm Miranda Kirby. Oh! What fun.
- Thank you so much for getting me.

Full-service Realtor.
That's what they call me.

Welcome to Haplin.
You're gonna love it here.

- Do you play the guitar?
- I do, yeah.

Oh! I have always
wanted to play.

- You know, I took lessons when
I was about 9... - Thank you.

But I didn't like my teacher
'cause he smelled.

So I asked my parents if I
could quit, and they let me!

I have half a mind
to sue them now, honest.

Can you imagine
if they didn't make me quit?

I'd be flippin'
Eric Clapton today.

My Jordan... she's 8.

She's gonna start
playing in the summer.

And if she wants to quit,
it's like,

- Sorry, partner! No can
doofus! Get in! - Right, okay.

So why have you
chosen Haplin, hon?

Aside from wanting to display
impeccable geographic taste.

- Uh, well, my mother vacationed
here as a child. - Okay.

Yeah.
She recently passed away,

- but she always spoke so
fondly of this place. - Oh.

♪ Do doodly do! ♪

- ♪ Do do doodly do, ah! ♪
- Your dad's singing his "do do" song,

and that can only mean
one thing.

That's right... "Dallas Alice"
goes back in the lake today.

- It gets earlier every year.
- No, that's not true.

The week of the thaw fest is
when we always put her back in.

It's gonna be
a chilly thaw fest this year.

- Doesn't seem like it's warming
up anytime soon. - Mm, mm, mm.

- Oh, did you look at those brochures?
- Uh, no.

Emma C., mommy wants to leave
Haplin and move to California.

What say you?

I say... no.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Why not?
- They have earthcakes there.

They do have earthcakes there.
And here we are,

in the cradle of the Heartland.

Daddy's the son of the sheriff
in a town with no crime.

Mommy has an important job
at the bread factory,

and daughter Emma
is the brightest bulb

in her first grade class.
Eat 'em.

Mommy and daddy still sneak off
for smoochy-smooch,

despite the fact that they've
been together since prom.

So tell me, Emma.
Why would we trade any of that

- to go to a place full of earthcakes?
- We wouldn't.

No, we wouldn't.
Tell her, Emma C.

Tell mommy
the glories of Haplin, hmm?

What do you plan to do?

I want to open a candle shop
with my inheritance.

- What do you think? - I think
that's amazing. I adore candles,

- especially the scented ones.
- Oh, you'll love my, uh,

- strawberry fields glow-ever candle.
- Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm. I use sweet,
sun-ripened strawberries

- in the wax...
- Oh!

- And then hand-grubby the top
with banana slice wicks. - Ooh!

- The aroma is amazing.
- Okay. Put me down for five.

Um, speaking of aroma,
everything smells so good here.

Well, of course it does,
sweetie. Look.

That's the bread factory...

"Our Daily" baking
and confectioner.

The locals call it
"The Bready."

Not only does it employ
12% of Haplin's residents,

it also makes Haplin a place
where the air is alive

with the aroma
of fresh baking bread

all the live-long day.

♪ Don't you ever ask them why, ♪

♪ if they told you,
you would cry, ♪

♪ so just look at them
and sigh, ♪

♪ and know they love you. ♪

Welcome to Haplin,

or as some folks like
to call it... Happy Town.

Because they know, Henley.
They know.

I think it's too cold.

Well, now that's
where you're wrong.

Yeah, it's too cold, but if you
think on it, wish on it,

visualize the "Dallas Alice"
on lake spears, huh?

- Are you seeing it?
- No.

No? Huh?

Are you... are you seeing
the string with the trout

- and the sauger and the walleye
dangling from it, huh? - No.

- No? Are you visualizing anything?
- Grilled cheese!

Grilled cheese? What? Mwah.

Okay. I'll prove
to you that it works.

Right now I am envisioning
your babysitter Georgia,

who's come
to walk you to school.

Ohm...

Oh, my God! It works.
I can't believe it!

It works!
It works!

- What are you guys doing?
- Daddy's being dumb.

Daddies do that.

Are you really putting her
in the water today?

- Yeah. - The pond is frozen over.
I was by there last night.

Well, the pond isn't the lake,

and... what were you doing by the pond
last night, Georgia?

Saved by the belly.

Hey there, little bean!

- Grandpa!
- Oh! That's my girl.

Oh, look at you.
Georgia, how's your father?

Sleeping one off.

- Ain't that much sleep in creation.
- Truth.

We got a situation at the square.

- Want to ride along?
- It's my day off, pops.

I'm putting the "Dallas Alice"
back in the water today.

It's too damn early
in the season

- to put her back in the water.
- Was there some sort of meeting?

What, you guys
got together this morning

- to talk about the weather?
- Come on, let's go.

- Let me get my khakis.
- No, you're fine just like you are.

- See you later, huh, little bean? Georgia.
- Tell mommy I had to leave

'cause my daddy is
meaner than your daddy. Mmm!

Come on. Let's go. You drive.

- Bye, guys.
- Come on.

Technically, it is not a date.
I never framed it as a date.

The minute you ask a girl out,
Big Dave, it's a date.

I asked her out for omelets.

White wine and omelets.

This is Big Dave's,
and this is Big Dave. Hi!

Good morning. This is Henley.
Henley, this is Big Dave.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- And this is Eli Rogers.
- Hey.

They call him "Root Beer."

It's a small town.
Everyone gets a nickname.

Nice to meet you guys.

Ah, yeah. Welcome.

Yeah. Definitely.

Um, why don't you ladies
take a booth,

and I will bring you over
a cup of coffee?

- Okay.
- Great.

Bye.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

White wine and omelets?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah, I'm on it.
I'm on it. I gotta go.

Trouble in the square...
banner trouble.

Ohh. Again?

Lay off that horn!

You, in the car. Would you
lay off the horn?

Settle down.

- Everybody, settle down. - Why don't you use
a little more bass in your voice, Root Beer?

- Say it like a man. It'll be more effective.
- Yeah! Yeah!

Whoa. Look at this...

A fracas.

An imbroglio... a mob scene
in downtown Haplin.

That's a rare occurrence, John.

Well, these men
seem to have a problem

with us raising our banner.

I thought we agreed that
it wasn't to be hoisted.

- No, we agreed to nothing of the sort.
- Yeah, sure we did.

We sat at that
city council meeting,

and the talk was of healing,
of not dwelling in the past,

and we agreed then and there
this wasn't to be hoisted.

Which I would imagine
would be very easy

if your own flesh and blood

was not pictured
up on that banner.

So as long
as they remain missing,

- then there's still hope I guess, right?
- No doubt. I-I'm not trying to be insensitive...

As long as you refuse
to hunt for the "Magic Man",

then he'll just remain at large.

Providing there really
was a "Magic Man".

Providing there's not
some other explanation.

What then? They all
just skipped town, huh?

- My 8-year-old daughter did not
just skip town. - I know that.

- Maybe you'd like to take this up
with my mother. - Maybe I would.

That's it!

Hey!

- Jeez! All right!
- Get him away!

- Enough! That is enough!
- Damn it.

The banner goes away.

Thaw fest is about
corn dogs and carousels.

It ain't about darkness.

Hey, Sheriff.

Hobbs has got something serious
out at Mac's pond.

The banner goes away!

How's your jaw?

It's fine.

You need to start acting
like a cop, Tommy.

How do you figure?

You're standing there with
your hands in your back pockets

instead of blading them
properly. Command presence.

You act like
you're selling ice cream.

This is Haplin, pop.

Why make things difficult
when life is offering you this?

Just remember the inevitability

of the vis major.

The what?

The vis major.
It's a Latin term.

It means the natural
and unavoidable catastrophe

that interrupts
the natural course of events.

And, son, every life can expect
a visit from the vis major.

Well, I figure the trick
is to avoid the major vis

or the vis major
or whatever the hell it is

- for as long as possible.
- That is the trick.

I'd tell that to Chloe
if ever I saw her again.

- Who?
- What?

Who's Chloe?

Who?

What you got, Hobbs?

Kids were skatin'
when they found him.

You're not gonna believe this.

Know what that is, Tommy?

Yep.

The vis major.

Okay.

I really think you're gonna be
very comfortable here

till we can find you something
a little more permanent, huh?

Yeah, sounds good.

I have seven boarders
at this time, Henley,

including you and me.

Now here is the TV room,

and the only rule here is

"the first to arrive
gets to drive".

Breakfast and lunch
are come-as-you-may.

And these are my widows...

Esther, Joanie,

Rose and Irene.

- This is Henley.
- Hello.

Well, look at you!
Cuter than a mouse's pocketbook!

I looked like that
when I was her age.

- No, you didn't.
- I have the photo.

They didn't have cameras
in the 1400s.

Everybody says
there's no homier place

than Dot Meadows' place.

Mr. Grieves?

Mrs. Meadows.

Will you be joining us
for dinner?

We're serving lamb,
mint-rubbed.

Regrettably no,
Mrs. Meadows.

My stomach is a little... sour.
Has been all day.

Oh, dear. I'll send Colleen up
with some bicarbonate of soda.

How kind.

Mr. Grieves moved here
three months ago.

He's opening a shop in town...
movie memorabilia.

The third floor is
strictly off-limits.

Failure to adhere
to these rules

will result in the immediate
termination of your stay here.

I'm not joking.

Your room is this way.

We have a late-model
red pickup overturned...

Okay, everybody.

By now you've all heard.

And while I know this is
something we haven't had

to deal with in a while...
for most of you, never at all...

we will get this taken care of

so long as we keep
our powder dry.

Now the brutal specificity
of the murder

should be kept quiet so as
to help in the investigation.

We gotta get this guy, quick.

This is not a well man.

A well man does not put a
hole in another man's head.

Okay, people. You heard the man.
Let's get out there.

I want you to canvass all
the houses around Mac's pond,

and I want you to find anybody
who might have seen the victim

in the hours before he died,
all right? Let's get on it.

Sheriff, State Police Barracks

- are sending a car over for the body. - They're
not even gonna give us 11 seconds with it?

Captain Frost's orders,
Detective Hobbs.

And it sounded like
they're sending a man out.

For what?

To assist us, I'm sure.

"Assist," which quickly
turns "monitor",

and before you know it,
it's "supervise".

And Peggy Haplin office
left six messages

before the great lady
called herself.

Oh, yeah?
How'd she sound?

Well, like she'd been eatin'
hornets for breakfast.

Root Beer. Tommy.

Notify Mrs. Friddle.

Line one.

So here we see the containers

where the water, flour, salt, fat
and yeast are all mixed.

The mix is then placed
into the kneading troughs

to ferment the yeast.

This takes about three hours,
and it allows the dough to rise.

We have another pallet on the
shipping dock.

Hello?

Hey. Hey.

Uh, you okay?

I'm fine.
I was just, um, reading.

Let's get out
of the house tonight.

What do you say? I gonna
take you out for dinner.

How about, uh,
how about some Chinese?

I don't know.
I'm... I'm kind of tired.

In the room again, aren't you?

I was just making up the bed.

I washed the sheets...

spring cleaning and whatnot.

Damn it, Carol, how many times
do we have to go through this?

I found
"Spaghetti on the Moon."

Remember it?

You used to read it to her.

Yeah, I remember.

Honey, please. This is...
this is not healthy.

Mr. Haplin, line seven.

Mr. Haplin, line seven.

Hey.
What are you doing here?

Hey.

Something I was hoping
I'd go my whole career

without having to do...
notifying next of kin.

What? What happened?

We'll talk about it
at home, okay?

Okay.

Donna Friddle?

Yeah?

We're here about your husband.

He was found dead
this morning at Mac's pond.

We... we believe
he was murdered.

We're... we're sorry.

If there's anything that we...
that we can do,

- please just...
- Don't hesitate to...

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Coming here
to... to tell me that!

No! No!

- No! No! - Okay. Okay, kids.
Let us see if we can't get a nibble

of some hot, fresh rolls
straight out of the oven, okay?

He was totally killed
in Raymond meadows' ice shack.

- The one on Mac's?
- Yeah.

I can't picture him...
Jerry Friddle.

The skulker?
Remember they fired him

'cause he would hide
behind the stacks

- and stare at the women and the girls?
- That guy... the skinny guy.

Yeah, he was so the creep.

But still,
he didn't deserve this.

Hey, fellas, look who it is.

Straight from the government-
subsidized subdivision

known as Cook's Ridge.

Where cockroaches go to die.

- Why don't you just... don't even.
- Can't you see, Lani?

Being mean to girls is how
these clunks hide the fact

that they are deep in the throes
of homosexual panic.

How's your dad, Georgia?
He still cookin' the meth?

'Cause, you know,
we saw him last night

on truck trail 2 singing
at the top of his tweaked lungs

that old song "You're so vain",

except he changed the words.

Let's go, Lanie.
♪ In my veins, mm, ♪

♪ I think I'll shoot
some meth in my forearm. ♪

♪ In my veins...
In my veins... ♪

♪ I think I'll
shoot some meth in my forearm. ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

What the hell happened to you?

Donna Friddle.

She had a strong reaction

to the news of her husband's demise.

I didn't realize
you meant it literally

when you said,
"keep your powder dry".

Yeah.
Well, she's in room one if you need her.

- Whoa, whoa. Who is?
- Donna Friddle.

You brought her here?

Well, yeah. Yeah.

She's not a suspect.

We give her the news,
and then we question her

in her home
after she's had time

to properly process things.

Ohh.

So we should take her home.

Bring her to the break room.

You got it.

What?

Hey, T.C.
What's going on?

It's a whole magungle.
W-what are you doing here?

I thought we were
putting the "Dallas Alice"

- in the water today.
- God, it's not a good time.

Look, there's...
there's been a murder.

- A murder?
- Yeah.

Who got murdered?

I can't talk about it now.
I'll just call you later, okay?

Uh, I'm sorry.

Okay.

You think that was gilding
the Lily a little bit, dude?

My dad?

I think we need
some ground rules.

My father is off-limits.

So is my taste in music...

and my ass.

But your ass is beautiful.

Exactly why it's off-limits.

So what am I gonna do
about the ice shack?

I don't know.
What do you want to do?

Um, you didn't actually
see anything, right?

How are you gonna explain
being out by Mac's pond

past midnight
in the freezing cold?

I could tell the truth...
that I was in a parked car

snogging the once and future
prince of Happy Town.

His grandma runs the town.

My grandma danced
with the money they throw.

His father owns
the bread factory.

My father owns a meth lab.
Oh, and his father

- and my father, they hate each other's guts. - Yeah,
that's a great way to guarantee I'm never allowed

- out of the house again. - I'm just so
over this whole Romeo and Juliet thing.

It's not gonna be
like this forever.

Right. Eventually,
a meteor will hit planet Earth,

wiping out humanity
as we know it,

- and then you and I can hold
hands in public. - I love you so much.

Sometimes I don't even know
what day it is.

It's "grow a pair" day.

My Jerry was persecuted here...

always,

on account of he liked
to look at the girls.

It didn't bother me none.

He was a looker.
He looked. He didn't touch.

But he made folks
uncomfortable.

Looking isn't skulking.
Looking isn't touching.

But in this town,
if you pay attention to folks

who aren't necessarily
your friends, well, then,

You gotta be "Magic Man"
material, don't ya?

Because remember
what they used to say

back when that was happening...
one thing you can count on...

The "Magic Man",

he's someone you passed by
on the street today.

All you have to do is start
with those Stiviletto brothers.

They never
left my Jerry alone.

They picked on him every chance
they had.

And at what point
did Chloe contact you?

Huh?

Did you realize
the glow from her mouth

- was the silvery moon?
- What the hell is he talkin' about?

Pop.

Griff?

Pop.

Which Stiviletto brother
in particular?

Every time!
Hey, you need to get...

Shut up, dogs!
Shut up!

You know,
every damn time...

it is hard to soar
with the eagles, dog-bird,

when you're flying
with turkeys.

Hey, look.
It's Sheriff Andy Taylor

and his boy Opie
come a-callin'.

What you boys doing?

What? This?

This is our contribution
to the annual thaw fest.

For 50 cents, you get 3 chances

to "dunk the dimwit."

There's our dimwit.

Ain't particularly nice.

It also ain't particularly anywhere
near your business.

Why don't you settle down,
Lincoln?

Don't even fake that
you're a hard guy, T.C.

If your old man weren't
the sheriff,

you'd be workin' for us
at the dump shootin' rats.

Yeah, that's if you knew how to fire a gun.

Where were you boys last night?

Well, that's easy-peasy,
Sheriff. We were here all night,

except, of course,
when Linc went into town

to get us some pizza from Big Dave's.

And then he come back,
and then me and Lincoln worked...

Shut up, dog! Shut up!

Then me and Linc worked
on the dimwit dunker,

and baby boy watched himself
a little reality television.

Then my girlfriend Kissy
came over,

and I made sweet love to her
while she read a movie magazine.

You got a problem
with Jerry Friddle?

No, he's okay, you know,

except for his
around town pervin', of course.

Chloe know you're here?

Who's that?

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

W-watch this, Conroy men.
Watch me. Go, go, go!

Don't leave town.

We never leave town,
Sheriff. Never.

Womper stinks.

Hey, T.C.!
Come on, Womper!

Sure you don't want
to stick around?

Have a beer? Talk old times?
Come on, Womper!

All the bad stuff
you used to do

that your pops
doesn't know about?

- So you have a nice day, gentlemen.
- Boo!

Yeah!

Henley!

Henley!
Hi, hon!

Hi.

Absurdly cheery here, isn't it?

Hello.

Come in, please.

I'm so happy you found us.

Compulsion to buy the remnants
of cultural signposts

from a flicking history
is not exactly high

on the list of priorities
in Haplin county,

but to an outsider...

From Snoqualmie, Washington.

Visiting for reasons
related to...

Uh, the passing of a loved one.

And, um, looking to find...

Uh... comfort
in breathing new air.

And also to...

Use my inheritance
to open a candle shop.

Paraffin or tallow?

Soy wax.

Merritt Grieves, room 2B.

Henley Boone, 2F.

So you've got the ladies
in the boarding house

in quite a dither.

Yes, well, that is the burden
of being eternally dashing.

So, no offense, and really,
what do I know about anything,

but... we're
in the middle of the tundra,

and this place
would struggle in Berkeley.

I mean, do you really think
this was the prime plot

to peddle memorabilia that,
unless I'm missing something,

uniformly predates the 1950s?

Opening the minds of
these fricky-frack townsfolk

to the wonders of early cinema.

And if I can deliver one convert
to the tick of time,

then my investment will
have been well-placed,

as I remember the overwhelming
sensation that I experienced

when my dear mother exposed me
to the wonders of live action.

"The Blue Door",

made by a young auteur
in Berlin in 1923.

This film, seen by very few,

revealed to me
the secrets of the universe.

The blue door was a gateway,

a portal into the heart of man.

There's dread everywhere,

even in the sunniest plains,

but Haplin county has lived

under the false comfort
of its sheriff,

who has managed
to keep the dread at bay

the last run of years.

The "Magic Man".

Hmm. So the uninitiated
has been slightly initiated.

One hears things.

Why do they call him
the "Magic Man"?

Because he had an ability

to make people disappear
so completely

that bordered on the mystical.

It began 12 years ago.

An 18-year-old girl
goes missing.

Every year,
for the next seven years,

someone vanishes,

a personal possession
they're carrying at the time...

a backpack, a toy,
a paperback novel...

the only thing left at
the scene of the abduction.

And then five years ago,
it ended with a child.

But why?

Did he move away?

Did he lose interest?

Was he jailed for
another crime altogether?

Or did he die?

Or did he simply slip away

ever-so quietly,

back through the blue door?

Now I think we let
the Stivilettos stew

in their own filth
for a couple of days,

get cozy with the thought
of being off our radar,

and then we use that time
to load the cannons

for when they slip.

- 'Cause they will slip.
- Sounds great, boss.

Police.

Lab's on 3, Roger.

Hobbs.

Where on the body?

Well, why didn't
you say so then?

If it could be baking flour,
it is baking flour.

It rains baking flour
around here.

We're all covered in it.

All right. Well, have
the lab run the test anyway.

All right. Thanks.

Believe these dopes?

Friddle's body tested positive

for high traces
of baking flour.

Since I moved here,
the back of my balls

would test positive for high
traces of baking flour.

Miss Boone?

You said you'd be
joining us for supper.

The soup is fresh cabbage.

Thank you.

What do you say, pop?

Hello there, son.

You feeling all right?

Oh, my knees are creakin'.
What else is new?

Yeah.

Hey, um...

Who's Chloe?

Chloe?

Yeah, uh, who is she?

Don't know any Chloe.

Pretty name, though, isn't it?

Right.

Pop, why don't we make
an appointment with doc Pete?

You know, just... have him
check under the hood?

I'm fine.

Well, you talk about
forgetting the past,

yet... you still wear
your wedding ring.

Ma's been gone years now.

The sense of touch

is the most unappreciated
of the five senses.

As long as this ring
is on my finger,

it's as if I'm still
holding Alice's hand.

Hey, chin to the moon, son.

This was a dark day for Haplin.

We've had a 5-year run

of keeping that darkness
from the township.

No, you did.

Well, however you slice it,
for five years,

there were no major felonies,
no "Magic Man"

and no murders
until this morning.

We will get it back...

the good yesterday.

Take station with that.

Hugs to the girls, huh?

All right.

So just go ahead and eat.

- I'm sorry I'm late, everyone.
- Oh.

Hello.

Ah, this looks delicious.

Mm-hmm.
I hope it's still warm.

A woman traveling alone,
they say, is either running

from a man or to a man.

- Which is it for you, dear?
- Rose.

What? Girl talk.
Right, Henley?

Right. It's okay.

Uh, and the answer is, uh,
not to or from.

There's no man on either side
of my travels.

Aw.

Well, it's lovely here,

and don't let this trouble
at the pond

make you think otherwise.

What trouble at the pond?

Murder.

The town weirdo,

an awful man.

Now I'm not saying
that he deserved to die...

and in my late husband's
ice fishing shack, no less...

but he angered a lot of people
around here

with his shifty eyes
and perverted ways.

- Gorgonzola on your soup?
- No, thank you.

Here he comes.

Good evening, ladies.

Good evening.
Feeling any better?

Unfortunately, no,

but I'm hoping the night air
will bring a fix.

I'll leave some preserves
on your nightstand

on a slice of toast.

That and some warm ginger ale
always does the trick.

Thank you, Rose.

Mm.

Hmm.

Ladies.

Good night.

Good night.

Ahh.
You trollop!

I will make no apologies.

In fact, I just may just be

- lying on that slice of toast on
his nightstand. - Oh, you!

Soup is getting cold, ladies.

Soup is getting cold.

Good meatballs today.

I'll be the judge of that.

Oh, you know what, Sheriff?

Jerry Friddle used to come in here.

I didn't mind him.

I know people thought
he was strange, but, uh,

you know, he could name
every viking player by position

since the franchise started
in 1960.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Then maybe Roger Staubach
killed him.

Come on.

Pizza Barn.
Big Dave speaking.

Yeah.

Two?

Okay. No problem.

What's the address?

I thought that
after our talk last week,

we had an agreement.

What are you still doing
in my county?

Oh, my goodness.

Did you really just utter
a version

of "This town ain't big enough
for the both of us"?

How splendid.

A man can go his entire life

without hearing a sheriff
say those words to him.

It appears
you've dropped something.

Your wedding band?

Good evening, Sheriff.

Oh, I saw Miranda Kirby
at the produce counter today.

She said they're expecting
the biggest turnout yet

- at thaw fest. Won't that be fun, cookie?
- I'm gonna wear my purple dress.

I can't believe they're
even going ahead with it,

- considering...
- Considering what?

Considering that the weather
hasn't broken yet.

Is that what you mean, Georgia?

Right. A thaw fest
with no thaw...

it's like Thanksgiving
with no thanks.

Someone got killded.

Where did you hear that?

Angela Ferelli told me.

She said someone got killded
on the pond where we skate.

It's true, Emma C.

Somebody did die today.

But we talked about this,
remember?

Eventually,
everybody goes up to heaven,

just like Grammy Alice did.

Did Grammy Alice get killded?

No, no, no, sweetie.

Grammy Alice was very tired
and...

People die in different ways.

The man on the pond died
because someone bad hurt him.

But...

most people
die just like Grammy Alice.

Okay, honey?

- Okay?
- Okay.

Okay? All right,
now you eat up.

I was only telling her
the truth.

If we don't, she'll be a pod.
She'll be a kid.

The more you shield her
from these things, Tommy,

the less she'll be equipped
to face them,

to protect herself from them.

Well, excuse me for trying
to prolong the innocence

of our daughter's childhood
for as long as we can.

Okay, count.
One, two, three, four, five.

All right, what's next?
"Hey, Emma. Guess what.

Macaroni and cheese is bad for
you, and Jerry Garcia's dead."

Yeah.

- No! Get her off! - We were
turning over the Stiviletto file

- when he came in. - Yeah, he blows
right past us like we're not even there.

He's outside of himself, Tom.
This ain't him.

Pop. Open the door, pop.

Pop?

Griff, open the door.

If you touch the baby Jesus,

I will you make you wear
the costume!

Open the door, pop.

Pop, look at me.
What are you doing?

Ch-Chloe burnt the can.

Pop...

- Who?
- She burnt the can.

What?

So I'm here.

Ma, I'm gonna go up now.

It's...

uh, 12:30 my time.

I'll call you
if I find anything.

Hello?

Oh, you're there.

It's me...

Chloe.

- Pop, look at me.
- Now that blood has been spilled again,

everything will unravel.

- Pop, look at me.
- He'll be back.

- Pop, look at me.
- Sheriff?

He's only born
in the instant flash...

Pop. Pop, open the door.

- ...of man's capacity for evil...
- Sheriff?

And he'll thrive
in the shadows.

- Pop. Pop, look at me. Pop, open
the damn door! - So that wickedness...

- Look at me, please.
- ...is vanquished.

Pop!

Pop!

You can't stop him.
We never could.

Pop.
Pop, look at me, please.

We never could.

Pop! Pop, no. Pop!

- Get this door open!
- Pop.

- Pop, open the damn door!
- You can't stop him.

You can't stop him.

What are you talking
about? Pop!

He's a Magic Man.

Pop, no.

Pop. Pop, look at me!
Open the door!

- He's a Magic Man.
- Open the door! No!

Now that blood has
been spilled, he'll be back.

He's a Magic Man.