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Mindless
violence lit up the sky.

America, the 1970s-

The energy crisis is real.

♪ I'm running away ♪

A time of
unrest and mistrust.

I have never been a quitter.

It was the night of terror.

A time of fear and violence.

We are
entering a satanic age!

Anyone who can't
see that is blind!

Television
documents the chaos,

beams the horror
into our living rooms.

And so it is done.

But it also offers comfort.

April 4th, 1971,

the first episode of UBC‘s
"Night Owls" goes to air.

The network's hopes for
a late night hit

are riding on the shoulders
of the host,

a popular Chicago
radio announcer.

Good evening, Night Owls.

I'm your host, Jack Delroy,

and thank you for allowing
me into your living rooms

for the first of what I hope
will be many, many shows.

I'd like to thank everyone

who helped bring
this dream to life,

especially my dear mom and
dad back in Berwyn, Illinois,

who I know are sitting
in front of their TV set,

big smiles on their faces,

watching "The Tonight
Show" with Johnny Carson.

With its
entertaining mix of interviews,

music and sketch comedy,

"Night Owls" with Jack
Delroy captures the hearts

and minds of midnight America.

Well, I am sick of it, Crog.

Stuck in the cave all day,

cooking your sabre tooth stew.

Oi, fellas,
does this sound familiar?

This is an
Amazonian bird-eating spider.

Looks like your
furry little friend

might have gotten
a better offer.

Don't
panic, I got it, Jack.

I got it. Excuse me, sir.

- Gus.
- Five nights a week

Jack helps an anxious nation

forget its troubles.

It's climbing Jack.
It's climbing.

In November, 1972,

Jack inks a five-year deal

with UBC owner Walker Bedford.

Welcome to the UBC family,
Jack- - [Reporter] What did you

have to sacrifice
to get here tonight.

With an Emmy
nomination to his name

and growing audience share,

Jack's sights are set on the
coveted late night crown.

By Jack's side through
everything is his wife,

the beloved stage
actress, Madeleine Piper.

Despite Jack's relentless
quest to be number one,

they are considered one
of showbiz's happiest

and most enduring couples.

Madeleine is his muse
and his confidante,

but she is not his only
source of support.

Jack's association
with The Grove,

a men-only club located in
the Redwoods of California,

has been the subject of rumor

since his days in radio.

Established in the 1800s,

and counting among its members,
politicians, entertainers

and captains of industry,

The Grove has
long portrayed itself

as a harmless summer camp
for the rich and powerful.

But speculation swirls
around its taste

for arcane ceremony

and its power to make
and break careers.

- Eight, seven, six!
- Four seasons on

and ratings still fail
to match Carson.

The nominations mount,

but no trophy.

Jack's reputation as perennial
also ran,

starts to bite.

He knows that history
remembers only kings.

Then in September, 1976,

Jack's world is
turned upside down

when Madeleine, a non-smoker,

is diagnosed
with terminal lung cancer.

In October, Madeleine
makes a special appearance

on the show.

Jack and I first met when
I was doing "Oh! Calcutta!-"

- Oh God
- At the Eden.

My, you should have seen him

blush when he came backstage and

was confronted with all
those glorious naked bodies.

Remember, darling?

Madeleine, I don't think

we need to talk about-
- See?

He's blushing right now.

How's a girl not supposed
to fall in love with that?

Aw!

Isn't she something,
ladies and gentlemen?

It is the highest
rating episode

in "Night Owl's" history,

but still falls a point short
of Carson.

I love you, Jack.

Two weeks later,

Madeleine is dead.

A grieving Jack shuns the media.

He flees New York.

His location unknown.

Just one month later,

and to the surprise of many,

UBC announces his return.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Jack Delroy.

But the gap
between Delroy and Carson

continues to widen.

Jack and his longtime producer,
Leo Fiske,

go out of their way
to court controversy

in a bid to improve
audience share.

Not on my set, guys.

He's strong as hell.

You used to be the
man, Jack.

What the
happened to you?

Huh?

We are gonna take a break,

and I'll- I'll be right back,

and you will not.

Where the (bleep) do you

think you're going, huh?

Open the (bleep) door!

Ratings are in free fall.

Sponsors are nervous.

Jack's contract
is set to expire.

Everything is on the line

when sweeps week begins
on Halloween night, 1977.

A desperate
Jack plans an episode

he hopes will turn
his fortunes around.

Let's get
the audience in, guys.

What you are about to see

is the recently discovered
master tape

of what went to air that night,

as well as previously unreleased
behind-the-scenes footage.

It is the live TV event
that shocked a nation.

"Late Night with the Devil."

Tonight's broadcast
is brought to you

by the Cavendish Group
of Companies.

Let's shake on it.

Live from UBC's Studios
in New York City,

it's "Night Owls
with Jack Delroy."

Joining us on our spooky
Halloween special,

Christou, Carmichael Haig,
Dr. June Ross-Mitchell,

with the subject of
her new book, "Lilly,"

Ms. Cleo James, with a
bewitching jazz medley,

plus our annual
Halloween costume parade.

But now, here's Mr. Midnight,
Jack Delroy!

Oh, boy. Jack?

Where the hell is he?

Uh, Jack, you're on.

Leo, he's not-

- Boo!
- Ah, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Gus McConnell,
ladies and gentlemen.

You...

Oh, good evening,
night owls, and thank you

for allowing me into your
living rooms once again.

We've got an incredible show
lined up for you tonight

as we celebrate all of the
fiendish fun of Halloween.

Ooh.

Whoa, hello!

What have you got there, Gus?

A theremin, Jack. It's
a musical instrument.

Oh, that's not music, Gus,

that is actually
the sound you get

when you're tuning your car
radio searching for music.

What's interesting
about a theremin, Jack,

is you play it
without touching it.

So you're not
meant to touch it?

No, sir. No touching.

Why, Gus, if only you'd
shown the same restraint

at the Melody Burlesque
after Friday's show.

I think we should raise the bar

in here a little
bit tonight, folks.

Um, anybody go to
the Yankees' parade?

Yeah!

Any Reggie Jackson fans in here?

Knew she was.

Now, there's a
rumor going around

that "Cosmo" magazine
has approached Reggie

to be their very
own Mr. October.

Ooh!

We can expect Reggie's
impressive home run spree

to continue
well into the off season.

Have one more?

Hey, whoa!

That one went over the fence.

Woo!

- I don't get that joke, Jack.
- Oh, well, I guess

we're gonna have
to raise the bar

to Gus's standards now, folks.

Uh, yeah, so apparently
President Jimmy Carter...

Really, Leo?

Oh, you...

Okay, easy pickings, I guess.

So President Carter held a press
conference today announcing

a reorganisation of his staff.

When asked if his brother
Billy was part of the plans,

the president said that
he'd offered Billy a chance

to head either the FBI,
is this true, or the CIA.

Wow,
apparently Billy said he refused

to head any agency
that he couldn't spell.

- I get that joke.
- You got it?

- I got it.
- Got it.

Gus got it.

Well, night owls, we've
got a heck of a show

in store for you tonight
and I'm very excited for you

to see it all unfold
before your very eyes.

I really hope you love it.
Gosh, I hope you love it.

Please love it because,
well, it's sweeps week.

Oh, that's right.

Where is Vincent Price
when you need him?

Boy, I tell you what...

Now, sweeps week,
as we all know,

is the all important
national ratings period.

But, hey,
do I look nervous to you, Gus?

You better believe it, Jack.

We all know
how important it is

to keep our sponsors
and affiliates happy.

But in my humble opinion,

there is only one person
who really matters

in this whole darn
crazy business.

Well, thank you, Jack.

And that is you, our viewer.

You have stood by me
through thick and thin,

good times and bad.

Especially the bad.

It was your support
that brought me back

into this very studio a year ago

when I could have easily
thrown in the towel,

when many suggested that I
should have thrown in the towel.

This show is, and it
always has been, for you.

We love you Jack!

And...

Aww.

Leo, can we please get that
woman a Nielsen viewing diary?

Come on.

Thank you all.

What do you say, night
owls, on with the show, huh?

Yeah!

Interest in the
occult has seen

a major revival in recent years.

This is true.

You open any newspaper today,

you're gonna see hundreds
of ads for psychics

or fortune tellers,
exorcists even.

- Ooh!
- Whoa!

Now, as you know here,
on "Night Owls,"

we think it's very important
to keep an open mind.

Our first guest tonight,

I am so excited
about this young man,

is a shining light
in this movement.

Some call him a medium.
Others, a spiritualist.

Some have even called
him a miracle worker.

We know him by one name
and, well, that's probably

because one name
is all he seems to have.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please help me welcome

the mysterious, the mononymous,
Christou.

Thank you for being here.

So it is just Christou,
is that right?

Si, that is correct.

Thank you for inviting
me onto your programme.

Oh, please, thank
you for taking time out

of your busy touring schedule.

You are a hot ticket these days,

I tell you what.
- It is my pleasure.

Now, as I understand
it, a night like tonight,

a spooky night like Halloween,

holds a special significance
for someone in your profession.

That is correct.

All Hallow's Eve is
a time to break open

the doors to the underworld.

It is the last
chance for the spirits

of the recently deceased

to attend to any
unfinished business.

l- Mm.
- Ooh.

So that explains the
significance, then,

of the Halloween masks.

Si, yes, we use them to
hide from the angry spirits.

Ooh.

I'm so curious,
do you hear these voices

of the dead all the time?

The energy is
ever-present, si.

And then I guess the
burning question is,

how the hell do
you get any sleep?

I mean, right?

Just think of my mind
like the ham radio,

picking up frequencies
in the airwaves.

When I no longer want to listen,

I simply switch it off.

Just like that?

Wow. Okay.

Well, then I think it is
time, ladies and gentlemen,

that we fire up
those frequencies.

The energy in
here is very strong.

Thank you, Phil.

The floor is yours, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, Christou.

I'm already receiving
some signals here.

The letter P.

I'm hearing Peter,

Pete...

No, wait, it's clearer now.
Peterson.

I'm hearing the name Peterson.
- My wife's name is...

Peterman?
- What?

I'm sorry?

Sir? You up there, yeah.

Yeah, okay, sir. If you
could stand up back there.

Thank you. Hi, Mr. Peterson.

No, my wife's maiden
name was Peterman.

Yes, that is it, Peterman.
She's in the room with us now.

She is?

Your wife has
crossed over, si?

You could say that.

She ran off with my
neighbour five years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Oh, don't be. My golf
game's never been better.

No, but there is a...

Now I'm hearing
the name Elizabeth.

No, her name was Helen.

There was no Beth or Betty?

- Correct.
- There was a Betty.

No. You're correct,
there was no Beth or Betty.

A name starting with B.

My name's Barry.

That's not it.

Well, it has
been for 42 years.

Gone.

The spirit has
passed. I'm sorry.

Sometimes the signal
gets scrambled.

Studio lights. Cameras.

I am only a messenger.

I concentrate.

Barry, have a
seat. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

And you, sir, looks like
you went on a shopping spree

with Gus down at Barney's
Discount Costume Warehouse, huh?

Got quite a steal on that, huh?

Don't be upset.
I'm just ribbing you.

Oh, Jack.

I'm receiving something.

I'm getting a...

Oh, yes, this intrigues.

Good evening, ladies.

Good evening.

Who is Edward?

Eddie? He was a son or
brother for one of you, si?

Edmond was my little brother.

And you're the mother, si?

Si. I mean, yes.

Deduction, Jack,
not psychic powers.

I am still impressed. Wow.

Something bad
happened to Edmond.

It's hard to talk about it?

Yes.

Many questions remain.

Well, he-

It may be that Edmond
took his own life?

Quite recently too.

Five years ago.

I know, but it feels
like only yesterday.

Such a terrible tragedy.

There was much confusion
why he did this, no?

Terrible sadness and
confusion. This is so.

Was no
note, nothing...

No. He was such a happy boy.

None of us knew he
was in so much pain.

Eddie wants you to know
that he is at peace now.

He's sorry for the
suffering he has caused.

He communicates this to you.
His heart is full of love.

Now I'm hearing the word "Papa."

Well, Dad was always Dad.

We never-
- No, wait.

When Edmond was little,
he had a teddy named Papa.

This is true.

Oh, my God, I remember.

I've kept all his things.

Can you please tell him
that Papa is safe?

I do not need
to tell him this.

He already knows.

Thank you.

You are both so beautiful.
Bless you.

Bless you all!

Wow!

Wow, what a gift!

Thank you! Christou!

Wow!

Now, his tour dates
should be showing up

on your screens momentarily.

We're gonna have to take
a quick break, folks.

When we come back, though,
one of the old friends

of our show, who-

Christou?

Something very intense here.

Are we getting another
message from Edmond?

No, no. This is...

I'm getting the name Minnie!

Does anyone here know a
Minnie? Please accept.

Does this name mean anything
to anyone in the studio? No?

Um, perhaps a name that
sounds like Minnie.

Maybe it's like a Millie

or a Mandy perhaps?
- I had a great Aunt Molly.

It's Minnie!

Please! Who will accept?

So much sadness.

I see a wedding ring,

an unmarried man
with a wedding ring.

The spirit needs to talk to you!

Who are you?

It's okay, folks, just
our old par cans acting up.

Gone.

She's gone.

Leo...

We're gonna take a quick break

and we're gonna be right
back after these messages.

And we're clear.

Gus to wardrobe.

Hey, Mr. Christou.

That was fantastic.

You are truly blessed.

- Jack, can we talk?
- Not right now, Gus.

It's just backstage.

They're saying you and Leo
have got something cooked up for

when that girl comes on.

As far as I know, we're
sticking to the rundown.

Right, right.

It's just I saw restraints,
Jack, and knives.

I gotta be honest with you,

we're a little spooked-

- Gus-
- Back there.

What the hell are you
still doing here?

Get to wardrobe, pronto.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Fantastic segment, fellas.

Mr. Christou, you look like
you might need a bourbon.

Just some water please.

In this place?

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, some water for Mr. Christou.

Are you happy to stay
with us a little longer?

- I really should be-
- That's the spirit.

I can't wait to catch your
act by the way.

Here, you've got some
blood under your nose.

Jack.

Mind if we?

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

The charlatan really
went all out there.

Oh boy.

That bit with the lights
was your idea, wasn't it?

If you liked it.

Yeah, I'll take full credit.

- Mm-hmm.
- What'd you think

about our friend, Barry?

You okay, buddy?

Yeah.

Just that last-
- Look, whatever happened

was great television.

Don't let it rattle you.

Okay, some orders of business.

We're running
long, late to break.

Okay, but we're not
bumping Cleo again.

Well,
we'll try to make up some time.

Oh, don't look now

but Cavendish's new Vice
President of Marketing

and his wife are sitting
in the front row

with the head of airtime.

You're looking directly at them.

I don't understand that.

Hey, they wanna talk to you.

They wanna meet you.
- Jesus.

No, I don't have time to
play kiss-ass right now.

In case you hadn't noticed,

I'm trying to host a nationally
syndicated talk show.

And I'm trying to help
you keep it on the air.

McConnell?

- Okay.
- Where's McConnell?

- Next break.
- Mm.

l- Okay?

How's June? Did they land?

Is she okay?

She's fine.

Just fine.
- Great.

The girl?

Jack, will you please relax?

Everything's going very,
very well.

Phil, what the hell's
going on with those lights?

We're working on it.

30 seconds, people!

Hey-

Nothing's been
fixed since 1956- - Hey.

Great show so far.

Sammy, how are you?

Good, how are you?

I'm okay.

- That's good.
- How's my hair looking?

All right.

You look great.
- Good.

Bat's in the cave?

You're all clear.

Thank you.

Hey,
Jack, which card?

The second one.

Hey-

Is this necessary?

You got a little bit
of a sweat going on, honey.

Please, stop!

Fine.

Suit yourself.

Hey-

Fear not, friends.

Your humble
sidekick has returned.

Stand by, everyone.

Staging, the door.

Too kind.

Haig's on next.

Pay him no mind, he's
all wax, no wick, okay?

And we're back in five, four.

Thank you.

Welcome back to our
Halloween special, folks.

For those of you just tuning in.

Mr. Christou here wowed
us before the break

with a demonstration of
his mediumistic powers.

It was really something.

Am I right?

Amazing.

Our next guest
is someone equally renowned

in his own field,
once known to us all

as Carmichael the Conjurer.

You remember him?

Yeah, well, he hung up
the wand several years ago

to become one of
the leading voices

of the sceptics movement.

Ladies and gentlemen,
make welcome, if you dare,

Mr. Carmichael Haig.

It's so good to
see you again, Car.

It is wonderful
to be here, Jack.

Mind if I smoke?

Please be my guest.

Oh boy, that was good.

Wow.

Wow!

He’s still got it.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Holy smoke.

Come on.

I'm right here.

Car, we all know you
from the Vegas shows,

the TV specials,

your group hypnosis routine
was the first of its kind.

Absolutely boggled my mind
when I saw it.

Many regarded you as
the best in the biz,

and I know my saying
that won't embarrass you.

Correct.

On all counts.

Continue, dear friend.

But in recent years, it seems
you've turned your attention

to something a little more,
shall we say, philanthropic?

You mean IFSIP?

IFSIP.

Now, IFSIP, for those
of you not in the know

is an acronym, it stands for,
let me get this right here.

The International Federation

of Scientific Investigation
into the Paranormal.

Ooh, that's a lot of words.

We got some
pictures up right here.

Take a look.

Photogenic lot,
aren't we?

Yes, it is our mission
to test these claims

and determine what is
trickery and what may,

in fact, be genuine
psi-phenomena.

Oh, that's me about to embark

on a little ghost hunt
in Amityville.

My dear friends,
Ed and Lorraine Warren

declined the
invitation to join me.

Easily spooked.

Car, be honest with me.

What is the harm for those of us

who just wanna believe
in something mysterious,

something bigger than ourselves?

Hmm?

Jack, I'm the first to admit

the world would be a
more interesting place

if people could magically
bend spoons

or divine water with a stick,

or talk to the dead.

Aah.

But until I am presented
with irrefutable proof,

I will continue to expose
these men and women

for the swindlers they are.

Still carry that
check with you, Car?

Oh yes.

We offer a not-insubstantial
reward for anyone

whose claims can be verified.

Can we get a shot on this?

Camera one.

100 grand.

How many have taken up
the challenge?

Oh, dozens.

And how many checks
have you signed?

Yet to sacrifice
a nickel, Jack.

Tonight might
be the night though,

folks.
- Yeah.

" Right?

I do not need
this man's money.

No, I imagine you don't.

Not when there are so many naive

but well-meaning people prepared

to hand over their
hard-earned...

You okay?

Oh.

Need a drink of water?

You okay?

- I'm all right, thank you.
- Okay.

Now, Car, explains to us
Mr. Christou's reading then,

before we went to break.

What I saw was

an admittedly
accomplished performer

digging from a bag of
tricks that goes back

to biblical times.

By my count, Christou flopped
no less than five times

before he hit on the
tenuous Peterson connection.

It was Petermen.

He's flawless in hindsight.

Okay, Car.

But I observed nothing untoward

when Mr. Christou appeared
to connect these two ladies

with their deceased son,

we all saw that,
everyone here, right?

To which I would say

even a broken clock
is right twice a day.

False lies!

You no more have the power
of divination

than I resemble Burt Reynolds.

You, sir, like me,
are a liar, a cheat,

a charlatan, and a fake.

The difference being,
I'm honest about it.

Come on.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Okay.

A flair for the theatrical

doesn't go astray either.
- Christou, wait,

I still have to ask
you something.

Please.
- Christou.

We have not yet
discussed the last reading.

Yet another cold trail.

Minnie, Molly, Mandy, anyone?

Put a sock in
it, will you, Car?

Enough.

Funny as it may seem.

I actually believe that
that last reading

may have been meant for me.

Ooh.

Yes?

Minnie, who, who's
Minnie?

Minnie is the private
nickname for Madeleine.

My wife.

Your wife?

Yeah, she crossed
over, didn't she?

An unmarried man
wearing a wedding ring?

I think you meant this.

Jack, please.

Half the people in this
room are wearing one.

Okay

And Madeleine's death
was hardly a secret.

This is what I'm talking about.

It is a statistical certainty

that some fool
will take the bait.

Don't be that fool.

What are you up to, Car?

Let's see if the
mad monk really

can conjure up the spirit of
your dead wife live on air.

Half a million dollars should be

incentive enough, no?

Christou.

Buddy?

Aah!

Goddammit, man.

Aah!

Go to a commercial, go
to a god-damn commercial!

Clear!

- It's okay.
- Can we get some help here?

It's gonna be okay.

You're just over tired, baby.

No, somethings not right!

We need a doctor!

Get him to his
dressing room now.

And someone just
clean up all this mess.

The Surgeon General
strongly advises

taking Pepto-Bismol before
speaking with the dead.

So, is anyone here
from out of town?

This was a gift from Charles
Laughton, I'll have you know.

You, you, you.

Fetch the burgundy blazer
from my portmanteau, will you?

Christ, must have been
a seizure or something.

You play the awe-shucks
Midwesterner so well, Jack,

that bit about Madeleine
and your secret nickname?

Very impressive.

What are you talking about?

There are only three ways he
could have known about that.

One, he's actually psychic,

which we both
know is impossible.

Two, he got lucky, possible
but highly improbable.

Or three.

You think that I told him?

I wouldn't blame
you if you did.

A little on-air drama can't
be bad for ratings, right?

Right, right.

I do read the trades, Jack.

I'd have thought your
high-powered friends

at the Grove
could pull a few strings.

I think you overestimate
their influence.

You must invite me
along one of these days.

I'd love to know if
the rumors are true.

The secret handshakes, the
orgies, the arcane ceremonies,

but mostly the orgies.

Jack, rundown briefing.

Get me an audience with
the Grand Poobah, Jack.

I'll fit right in.

Good man, Sticks.

I told you not to leave me
alone with that asshole.

What am I, your mother?

The ambulance is coming.

You can talk to Cavendish
in the next break.

Extenuating circumstances.

Any word from Bedford yet?

Mm.

The switchboard lit up
like a Rosenberg though.

People are upset, offended?

Angry, confused.

None of which is
terrible news, of course.

That's great.

No, no, no, no, no.

This comes out
in the next break.

Check your rundown.

the door.

I'm not picking up
anything down here, Steve.

You picking up
anything weird, Lou?

Just get it together.

We're on in five-
Coming through.

Four.

Not my chair.

Thank you.

And thank you to everyone

who's been calling in to
check on Mr. Christou.

Don't be alarmed, folks.

He is receiving medical
attention backstage as we speak.

They needn’t bother.

The man is perfectly fine,
I assure you.

Well, your dry cleaner
may disagree, Car.

Well, that's just an
old vaudeville routine.

Spouting, they call it,
controlled regurgitation.

Anyway, I certainly
hope you're gonna keep

that check handy.

The check-

Your breast pocket.

Ooh.

Silky as ever, Car.

He got you, Jack.

My sixth sense is telling me

we may just see this check again

before the night is through.

I very much doubt that.

Wait until you meet
our next guests.

- Giddy with excitement, Jack.
- You should be.

Now, about a-

About a month ago, a manuscript
happened to cross my desk

that, well, I haven't been
able to stop thinking about,

quite frankly.

The book.

"Conversations with the Devil"
by Dr. June Ross-Mitchell

hit shelves this week,

and it is certain
to challenge more

than a few sceptics out there.

Now, before I
bring on the doctor

and the young
subject of the book,

I wanted to share with you all

a clip produced by June's
psi-research centre.

Hopefully catch us all up to
speed, but please be warned,

anyone with young children
in the room,

what you're about to see

is profoundly disturbing
and shocking.

Can we roll the tape, please?

A seemingly ordinary house

on an ordinary street.

Only this is the headquarters

of the infamous
First Church of Abraxas.

I command thee to come forth

and bestow these
blessings of hell upon us.

Hail, Abraxas.

- Hail, Abraxas
- The church's founder

and leader,
the enigmatic Szandor D'Abo.

Abraxas shows us there is no
good, no evil, no redemption,

only what we desire
and how we obtain it.

You make it
sound very easy, Mister D'Abo.

Make no mistake, the
master demands sacrifice.

D'Abo's activities

come to the
attention of the FBI,

who suspect the cults of
kidnapping and firearm offences.

But even more alarming are
the stories of children

being bred for human sacrifice.

And the spilling of blood.

Come forth, open
the gates of hell.

D'Abo claims

that anyone who witnesses
these dreadful rituals

will fall under the spell
of the demon Abraxas,

and so perform
his earthly bidding.

And so it is done!

Events take a
tragic turn in August '74,

when federal agencies
lay siege to the house.

Shots
have been fired.

After a tense three-day-

- Just heard an-
- Standoff.

Explosion.

D'Abo commands his followers

to douse the premises, and
themselves, in gasoline.

But remarkably, among
the smouldering ruins,

a terrified 10-year-old
girl is discovered,

she goes only by
the name of Lily.

Her memories of her time
in the house,

fractured and incomplete.

Was her survival part of
D'Abo's wicked master plan?

Or was she simply the lucky one?

At a loss to explain
Lilly's strange behaviour,

the FBI contacts my
psi-research centre.

Lilly and I make an
immediate connection.

Important breakthroughs follow

but there is still
much work to be done.

It's 2:30 p.m., July 10th, 1976.

This is a recording
of our first session.

Okay.

It seems we've made contact.

Who am I speaking to now?

ls this the demon known as-

Aah!

Help, we
need help in here!

Wow.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome

Dr. June
Ross-Mitchell and Lilly.

You can come out.

Hi.

Aw.

Lilly.

June.

How are ya?

Whoa!

Good to meet ya.

So good to see you again, June.

You too, Jack.

And Lilly.

I’m so pleased that you
could join us today.

Thank you, Mr. Delroy.

I'm so glad you
could join us too.

Now, Lily, you don't
have to look at the camera,

you can actually talk directly
to me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be silly.

I wanna start with a tough
question, if that's okay.

I'd like to know, have you
ever watched my show before?

No. I'm normally
in bed by now,

but I know who
you are, Mr. Delroy.

Oh, please.

You can call me Jack.

June lsays you're
very handsome, Jack.

Ooh.

You're the man whose wife
died of cancer.

Lilly, I don't think
Jack wants to-

I was very sad when
I heard about that.

I know what it's like to lose
people who are close to you.

It's lonely at first,
but you'll get through.

Such wise words
from one so young, huh?

Lilly has been through
more in her 13 years

than most adults go through
in a lifetime.

And you needn't worry
about your TV show.

I think you're gonna
be very famous soon.

Why, thank you
for the reassurance.

I was beginning to wonder, Gus.

Me too.

You're welcome.

Okay, well,
we're gonna take a break.

But on the other side,
yes, the other side.

We're going to spend some time

getting to know these
two extraordinary ladies.

And we're clear.

Great, that was great, ladies.

Lilly, you're adorable.

Thank you, Jack.

And which camera
do I look at now?

Well, we're off air, so none.

Time to make ourselves
pretty again.

Hey, Jack.

Don't I already
look pretty, Jack?

You're good.

Sure you do.

Hi, I'm Lilly.

Jack, we need to talk.

Let me
take that for you, ma'am.

- Thank you.
- Wow, weird kid.

Hey, that was great.

You ready?

This is so much fun.

Welcome to the
dream factory, kid.

I really don't think
it's a good idea, Jack.

She's becoming more
unpredictable.

See‘, unpredictable,
that's a good thing.

That's why we still do live TV.

I mean, it's what's gonna
help sell your book.

This isn't about the book.

Isn't it?

Yesterday, she went in
to one of her fugue states,

land she, uh,

she started saying your name.

She's excited about
being on the show.

No, it was as if she
was recalling something.

It was hard to make sense of it,

but it was strange,
even for her.

Look, you are ready for this.

You told me that
you're ready for it.

You know you did-

Yes, well there may have been

a few lapses of
judgement on my part.

This is your time.

You've done the work, you're
not gonna back out right now.

Yeah, I admit you
made a convincing case,

but my first responsibility
is to Lilly,

and I'm telling
you, it's too risky.

No, I-

I should get back to her.

She's not getting cold feet,
is she?

She's fine, she's fine.

I'm handling it!

- Hey, Jack.
- Hey.

Okay, so just got
a call from Sinai.

Christou is dead.

What?

He had some kind of
haemorrhage in the ambulance.

- Holy shit.
- I know.

No, no, no, no,
I thought that that

was all part of his act.

The, what did Haig call it, spoufing?

Apparently he was spouting
from, well, everywhere.

The paramedics couldn't
get it under control.

- Jesus Christ!
- I know, I know, I know.

Listen to me, nobody
can find out about this,

especially not Gus.

I'll do the best that I can,

but you know how quickly
word spreads around here.

Staging, where's
my sacrificial dagger?

We're on in 60 seconds.

Hey, hey, Phil.

Has the rundown changed?

Staging's saying something
about a new bit in seg five,

and I don't see it on my-
- Wait, sh, sh.

Look, I'm telling you
Steve, whatever it is,

we're not seeing it on
the monitor down here.

Hey, Phil.

You just keep
switching cameras,

and I'll make sure everybody
gets their cues, okay?

- Phil, Phil!
- Stand by, everyone!

Phil!

Then there was a questionnaire
you had to complete

before coming in, you say?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, and there was
a lady in the lobby

who asked a bunch
of questions, too.

Oh yeah.

It was the same
woman who came out

and helped Mr. Christou when he-

Oh yes, I know.

Most disturbing, wasn't it?

Thank you, ladies.

Thank you.

Is everything okay, Jack?

Yeah,
everything's fine, sweetie.

- 10 seconds.
- Where the hell is Haig?

And we're back in five, four.

And welcome back
to our very special

Halloween edition
of "Night Owls."

Now ladies, there is so much

that I'd like to discuss
with you both,

but I wanna start
with you, June.

Now, you call yourself
a parapsychologist.

What exactly does that-

I call myself one, because
that's what I am, Jack.

It so happens I have a PhD
in the subject.

From the University of
Hoghwash, if I'm not mistaken.

The Stanford Research
Institute, actually.

The difference being?

Is it really worth
us continuing

if this man is
going to interrupt

every time you ask a question?

Car, please behave.

As I was going to say,

we parapsychologists believe
there are certain phenomena,

psi-phenomena,
that traditional science

is ill-equipped to understand.

Telepathy, for example.

Telekinesis,
apparitional anomalies.

Demonic possession.

Psychic infestation is
the term we prefer, but yes.

And it's your belief
that Lilly here

presents just such a case.

For the past three
years, I've been combining

age regression therapy

with a growing understanding
of ancient Satanic rituals

to piece together the
details of Lilly's life,

and to grasp the nature of the
demon that lurks within her.

This is the demon Abraxas,

that the charming Mr. d'Abo
spoke of in your clips.

No, I believe it's more
likely one of the minor deities

said to serve Abraxas.

These entities thrive on
our confusion.

And our stupidity.

Look,
I understand that some of this

might seem to stretch credulity,

but remember,
big new scientific ideas

are always greeted with
some resistance.

It's only the most close-minded

that greet them with ridicule.

Incidentally,
we have some pieces here

from your private collection.

Woo, okay.

Well,
girl's gotta have a hobby, huh?

That dagger was recovered

from the remains
of the d'Abo house.

We believe it was used

in many of the church's
sacrificial ceremonies.

No!

Oh god!

I can't stop it!

Turn off your TV sets before
Abraxas claims your souls!

Car?

You truly are
a suggestible lot.

Handy to know.

Mr. Haig, we haven't come
on here for your amusement.

Don't be silly, my dear.

If we accept the
gnostic interpretation,

Abraxas is the
consummate showman.

He craves an audience.

After all, his
name is the source

of the magician's favourite
incantation.

Abracadabra.

Clever girl.

Now Lilly, I understand
that you have a name

for this thing that
lives inside of you.

Mm-hmm.

I call him Mr. Wriggles.

And why do you call him that?

He kind of wriggles
his way inside my head,

and then he
wriggles his way out.

But with June's help, you
are able to control him.

June says that everyone
has a demon inside them,

but we can't always
control them, can we?

Gus.

Your timing is-

I got it, Jack.

It's just a matter of-

Gus!

Is there an off
switch to that thing?

How the hell should I know?

It was feeding back
through your PA system?

It's the same physics as when
a soprano hits G over high C.

Okay Car, but
come on, that was-

He's wrong, you know?

It was Mr. Wriggles.

- Mr. Wriggles?
- He did it.

If you insist, little one.

Why must you be so
condescending, Mr. Haig?

Lilly, do you mean that
Mr. Wriggles is here,

in the studio with
us, right now?

Mm-hmm.

Would it be okay if we
invited him on the show?

Jack, I thought
I made it clear-

- I think so.
- No, I can't allow that.

A summoning requires a carefully
controlled environment.

The lights, cameras, audience?

Conditions here are
hardly conducive.

ATV studio's a controlled
enough environment

for my money.

Half a million bucks,
to be precise.

Can we?

June, please?

- Yeah.
- Hey June, make us believe!

- Come on, June.
- Come on, June.

- Come on, we wanna see!
- Show us, June.

Come on, June!

The people have spoken.

If I'm able to
conduct the session

with the full cooperation
of your crew, your audience,

and your guests,

then perhaps we can attempt
a brief demonstration.

Yes, of course.

This is great news,
it's great news.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please stay tuned

for a live television first,

as we attempt to commune
with the devil.

But not before a word
from our sponsors.

Clear!

Step lively, people.

We have two minutes to
prep the main stage,

checks on June and Lilly.

You bastard.

You ambushed me.

You didn't require too
much convincing, dearie.

Bread and circuses.

You shut up.

This is your chance to
prove people like him wrong.

This is your moment, June.

Did you hear anything
I said back there?

You know, for a talk show host,
you're a terrible listener.

Is somebody
gonna clean up the glass?

Lilly's okay with it,
aren't you sweetheart?

Sure, Jack.

Can I get you two ladies to
follow me downstage, please?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Jack, can I get a minute?

Can it wait?

No sir, it cannot.

Excuse me, Phil?

There are some restraints
backstage, would you mind?

Sure.

I hope you know what
you're doing, lady.

We know what
we're doing, Sammy.

Don't we, June?

Jerry, you got
the new lighting cues?

What?

You're meddling with
things you don't understand.

Okay,
if we manage to conjure Satan,

I give you express permission

to go right for that exit, okay?

If Earth swallows us whole,
I apologise in advance, okay?

What has gotten into you?

Half an hour ago,
you thought Madeleine

was trying to reach out to
you from the grave, and now-

Now, now buddy?

All I'm trying to do is
save our fucking show, okay?

So, enough with the
sanctimonious crap.

I know about Christou.

It's that
Mr. Wriggles, isn't it?

He's behind this whole thing.

Who else knows about Christou?

Crew's scared,
Jack, I'm scared.

Okay, some of us are
talking about jumping ship.

No one's going anywhere,
god damn it.

And you need to keep this
fire and brimstone bullshit

to yourself, please Gus, okay?

You are not a bad man, Jack.

You're not.

And I am begging
you to stop this

before something
terrible happens.

Jack, you're gonna
intro the girls downstage.

Is there a problem here?

Standby, everybody.

There's no problem.

We are
back in five, four.

Welcome back, everyone.

Without further ado,
Dr. June Ross-Mitchell

will commence the demonstration.

And might I say, to you both,

Godspeed.

Thank you, Jack.

Now, if the entity
is present tonight,

it may manifest itself
in any number of ways,

but its entry into our world
is only possible through Lilly.

I merely provide the key
that unlocks the door.

Whatever you might see, or hear,

I ask you all to remain calm.

It's vital that Lilly's
focus remains with me.

Let us begin.

Lilly, to me.

Close your eyes, Lilly.

That's it.

And let yourself sleep.

Relax.

Lilly, can you hear me?

Lilly?

May I speak to the one
you know as Mr. Wriggles?

If Mr. Wriggles-

Quiet!

May I ask who is present now?

Sh, sh!

Please let yourself be known.

Speak!

You know who I am, Doctor.

Please!

Who are these people?

What is this?

Where am I?

There is no need
to be alarmed.

What have you
done to me, Doctor?

We mean you no harm.

We've brought
you into this realm

to better understand
your purpose.

MY Purpose?

He's here, isn't he?

Good to see you again, Jack.

So, I don't believe
we've been acquainted.

Don't be a fool!

We go way back.

We met amongst the tall trees, remember?

Lilly, return to me.

Oh Juney, Juney, Juney, Juney!

Be careful now.

You know what happened
to his last whore.

She died, she died an ugly,
ugly death!

Lilly, come back to me, now!

And the worms finished off
with Minnie a long time ago,

didn't they, Jack?

So now you can screw whoever
you want, hm?

Like Dr. June.

Dr. June thinks you're
very handsome, Jack.

Dr. June thinks you're
very, very handsome.

That's enough!

Lilly, I need you to
come back to me now!

♪ Jack and June
went up the hill ♪

♪ To fuck each
others‘ brains out ♪

♪ Jack and June
went up the hill ♪

♪ To (bleep) each others‘
brains out ♪

That's enough!

Lilly?

Lilly, sweetheart?

Why would you
hurt me like that, June?

You know I can't help it.

I know, I never-

No Jack, stay where you are!

Vade retro Satana.

Sunt mala quae Iibas.

Vade retro Satana.

Sunt mala quae Iibas.

You are cursed by Anum and
Antum, Lahmum and Du'rum-

The Underworld,
and those who lie in it,

that you shall not seize her,
and you shall not return!

How could you
let it happen, Jack?

How could you let it happen?

Oh my god, I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I never should have put
you in that position, okay?

You're okay, you're okay.

Just breathe.

That was...

Ladies and gentlemen, have you
ever seen anything like that?

This is unconscionable, Jack.

I would like to point
out a number of tricks

employed by the
so-called doctor.

And you'll get your turn, Car.

Right now,

some messages.

We're clear.

Is this a talk show
or a fucking freak show?

I mean, the depths
you people have-

Carmichael, just take it easy, okay?

Let's get Sammy in
to mop that brow. Sammy?

Lilly, are you okay?

A bit embarrassed I guess.
I'm okay.

Phil, I'm sorry. Can we
get a hand with these straps?

Yeah, I got you.
June, come here.

Come here. You okay?

Jesus, that was, I mean...

I knew that we were gonna see
something amazing tonight,

but we gotta get you guys
back on as soon as possible.

This could become like
a regular spot.

The tall trees. What
did she mean by that?

I don't know. You tell me.

This isn't some kind
of parlour trick, Jack.

I know that, June.

I mean this...

There is something very special

happening here with Lilly,
with you.

I just, I wanna be a part of it.

You're hurting me.

Sorry, kid!
Look, I'm trying here.

Hey, Phil. It's okay,
it's okay, I got this.

Can I see that? Thanks.

Thanks, guys. Go ahead.

It's okay, Lilly. It's okay.

- Thank you, Jack.
- Mm-hmm.

No, she's great.
She's got it all.

Well, this is all very
exciting. Thank you so much.

Sorry, sorry.

Send regards
to Bonnie and the kids.

Come this way. We'll
have you back next year.

This isn't about
ratings anymore, Leo.

This is sorcery.

Listen to me, you God damn-
shit-your-pants Mick asshole.

Dial up that grin.

Dial it up.

Dial it up and get
on with your job

And not one more word.

It's all smoke and
mirrors, Gus, trust me.

Leo should have
cut the whole show

right after Christou died.

Bombed, you mean.

No, didn't you
hear? He's dead.

Puked his guts out on
the way to Sinai.

Two minutes everyone.

We're on the home stretch.
Let's keep it going.

Thank you, Jack.

Yeah, come here.

And what are we
doing now, Jack?

Um, now it's, it's nearly
time to say good night, darling.

Oh.

Sammy,
checks on June and Lilly.

Okay, so three of the
crew just walked off,

the communications commission

have called an emergency
meeting at 7:00 AM, and...

- Bedford?
- Mm-hmm?

What did he say?

Just that he thinks
it's the biggest TV event

since the Moon landing.

Who was I to disagree?

We're back, baby. Back
from the fuckin‘ dead.

We're talkin' about 35,
maybe 40 share.

The night Jack Delroy

interviewed that
cock fucking devil.

Well, it might not be the
headline "The Times" runs with,

or "The Post," for that matter.

But something in that vein.

Oh, and Bedford also took quite
a liking to, to June, too.

Asked when she'd be back.

I'll do what I can

Guess I don't have
to kiss Cavendish's ass.

Cavendish? Screw Cavendish.

After tonight, every fucking
Fortune 500 will be lining up

to be a part of the
resurrection of Jack Delroy.

If anyone's gonna be
kissing ass, it's them.

What's the matter?

Just that girl's voice.

I know. How did she do that?

Yeah, but at the end, I mean,

she sounded just like
Minnie, you heard that.

No, no, no, no.

Don't, don't, don't, don't
you go all screwy on me, Jack.

I've already got Gus back
there prepping for an exorcism.

I just got
spooked. That's all.

Let me tell you something.

If Minnie were here,
should be saying,

"You get out
there, Mr. Midnight,

and you knock ‘em dead."

Positions, people,
10 seconds.

We'll drop the costume parade

to give Carmichael a few
more minutes on his soapbox

and then we'll wrap it
up, throw it to Cleo.

10 seconds people.

Jack. Dagger?

And in five, four...

Welcome back.

Ladies and gentlemen,

before we continue,
I'd like to apologise

to anyone who may have
been upset or offended

by what you saw
before the break.

It's not every day that you
see a demonic possession

on live television.

Lilly, can you assure
everyone that you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine, Jack.

And do you have any

recollection of
what just happened?

It's hard to explain.

It's like I'm asleep but
I'm awake at the same time.

I just try to focus
on June's voice.

I'm sorry if Mr. Wriggles
said anything rude.

All right. Enough with
all this subterfuge.

May I, Jack?

Yeah. Oh, please.

Because, you know, I'm dying
to hear you explain away

what we all just witnessed here.

Let's hear it.

Let me preface this by
saying that my chief concern

is the welfare, indeed, the
sanity of this young girl.

How dare you?

I
beg your pardon?

Before I became her guardian,

Lilly lived in the cruellest
conditions imaginable.

I studied her, yes.

I treated her, but I
also gave her two things

I'm sure you're
just as sceptical

of: love and compassion.

Lilly and I are family.

I can assure you all,

there is no demon lurking
inside this child.

Clearly, she has been
placed in a hypnotic state,

and manipulated by the good
doctor to perform her bit.

Hypnosis?...

Then, then, then,
how do you explain

the, the physical
transformations with her skin?

There was the voice change.

There was banging on the walls-

She levitated,
for God's sakes!

Granted, the stagecraft
was impeccable.

Do you know what I think, Car?

Pray, tell?

I think that you are
just a self-righteous,

cold-hearted curmudgeon who's
trying to weasel his way

out of parting with
half a million bucks.

If you'll allow me, Jack,

I'd like to prove my thesis
beyond a shadow of doubt.

Be my guest.

I'll need a volunteer.

Thank you, Gus.

Yes. If you'll join
me centre stage.

Could I have those
chairs back here, please?

Do as you're told Gus. Gus!

Car, you've got five
minutes. Make ‘em count.

Don't worry, Jack.

What I have in store should
provide a very fitting climax

to your show.

My wife likes the way

my head sits on my shoulders,
Mr. Haig.

I hope you're not
planning to make it spin.

Oh, I plan to make
everybody's head spin.

Could I just have the
lights dimmed, please?

Bit of atmosphere never
hurt, did it, Dr. June?

You know what
we say in TV land:

where there's smoke there's
probably a smoke machine.

My compliments
to the producer.

Okay, Gus,
are we feeling comfortable?

Sure.

I hope everyone
here in the studio,

and you at home, are all
feeling comfortable too.

It's important that everyone
is as relaxed as they can be.

Now, I have something here
that I want you all to look at.

Do you think we might be
able to get a close-up?

I will now ask you all
to stare into my watch.

Even you, Jack.

Got a good shot on all
the studio monitors here.

I hope our viewers at home
are also paying attention.

Watch carefully.

Round and round it goes.

ls everyone feeling
nice and relaxed?

Good. Now, Gus.
- Hmm?

Tell me all about this
vermiphobia of yours.

I'm sorry, my what?

Your morbid fear of worms.

How do you know about that?

What is it about them
that so unsettles you?

Isn't it obvious, they're
such ugly, slimy things.

No arms, no legs, no eyes.

Indeed. Quite grotesque.

And they seem to thrive
wherever it's dark and moist.

The soil, the mud,
the human body even.

Disgusting.

Do you realise that you
are now deep in a trance?

No, sir, I do not.

A very deep trance.

Okey-dokey. You're
the expert.

And when I click my fingers,

you will be entirely
under my command.

Look, this is silly.
I don't think it-

- Gus, can you hear me?
- Yes.

Do you know where you are?

Here in the studio with you.

You don't feel any different?

No. Why should I?

What is that? Do you hear that?

Geez, it's hot in here.

Skin's itchy.

You all right, Gus?

Yeah.
Just so damn itchy.

You're neck, it's bleeding.

I did nick myself
shaving earlier.

Geez, what is that?

Jesus!

Now, just stay calm, Gus.

No, no, I can feel
them. They're inside me!

Jesus!

Oh, God!

Help me.

Oh, God! Jesus Christ.

Why is Gus acting so silly?

This wasn't meant to happen.

Dreamer, here, awake!

How do you feel, Gus?

Fine. Uh, when do we begin?

Geez, when did that happen?

You mean you have no idea?
There worms all over you.

Worms? Oh, God, I hope not.

I hate worms.

Okay, Car.
What the hell just happened?

I did the exact
same thing June did,

just with a tad
more imagination.

You said I used to be the
best. Perhaps I still am.

Now would be the
appropriate time to applaud.

You're saying you just
hypnotised all of us?

I'm pretty sure I had most
of you here in the studio,

and no doubt a number
of our viewers at home.

Fortunately,
you're a suggestible lot.

What's he
talking about, June?

He played a mean
trick on us, that's all.

Leo, can you get the
guys up in videotape

to play back that last bit?

Yeah.
Sure thing, Jack.

Now, if Carmichael's
right, if, then oh boy,

we're in store for some
very interesting viewing.

Bravo, yes. Let's do that.

Best idea you've had all night,
Jack.

They're queuing it up
now. Let's start there.

You don't feel any different?

No. Why should I?

Because something
dreadful is about to happen.

It's dawning on you.

Hear that? Ghostly sounds,
anguished moaning from beyond.

That is not the
way I remember it.

You're hot. You're itchy.

Feels like something's
crawling under your skin.

It's hot in here.

Skin's getting itchy.

Your neck, it's bleeding.

Ah, I did cut myself
shaving earlier.

What is that?
- Worms.

Jesus Christ!

That's right, worms. Dozens
of them, hundreds of them.

Just stay calm, Gus.

No, they're inside
of me. I can feel ‘em!

- Show me.
- Get ‘em out!

- They are coming out.
- Oh boy.

Okay. Let's stop there.

I've never been so
embarrassed in my whole life.

ls there anyone who
did not see the worms?

the first time around?

One? You did?

Okay, so aside from a couple
of people in the audience,

looks like you have made fools
of us all once again, Car.

All in a day's work.

I did not hypnotise Lilly

or the studio audience
or the viewers at home.

Oh, come on, Doctor! You've
been caught dead to rights.

At least America can
sleep a little easier

knowing the devil's not
going to pop out

of their TV screens.

If Mr. Haig thinks we're
playing a trick on everyone,

then maybe we should look back

at that part of the
show, too, Jack.

Yeah.

Do you mean when
Mr. Wriggles joined us?

Mm-hmm.

You don't think the
television cameras lie,

do you Mr. Haig?

No. Of course not.

Jack, please. Lilly has
been through enough, no.

Okay, folks, I'm sorry.

Our producers are telling me
that the lovely Miss Cleo James

is standing by to take us out.

And I, I just think maybe
we should bring her back

at a later date,

because we can't leave
everybody hanging like this.

Yeah.

I'm sorry. We can no longer
take any part in any of this.

Lilly, we're leaving.

But we want everyone to know
the truth, don't we, June?

Standing by, Jack.

We're staying Please.

Can we get started?
Yeah, right there.

It's gonna be okay.

" [June] Speak.

You know who I am, doctor?

Quiet!

They say cameras don't lie,
right, Car?

Who are
these people? What is this?

There must be some
rational explanation.

What have
you done to me, Doctor?

My IFSIP team may need
to take these tapes in

for forensic examination.

My purpose.
Good to see you again, Jack.

Sorry. I don't
believe we've been acquainted.

- Don't be a fool.
- Did you see that?

I'm sorry, can you stop it?

Just go back a few seconds.

Stop! Okay. Go from there,
but very slow, please.

Slower. Okay. Freeze it there.

That's
just a glitch, Jack.

No, it's
something else.

Now go one frame at a time.

No, no. Can you slow it down?

Keep going.

Minnie?

My God.

It is you. You set the whole
thing up!

Did you really think
another special appearance

from Madeline might actually
save your little gabfest?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This, this, this makes
perfect sense.

You conspire with Christou to
have him reach your dead wife,

throw in a few Grand Guignol
theatrics with these two,

and then top it all off

with some clever
videotape manipulation.

It's genius, Jack!

Cynical, depraved, genius.

Ladies, the encore is
quite unnecessary.

Um, can we get some help here?

Now!

Cut the
show, Leo! Cut it!

The power of Christ compels you!

The power of Christ-

Gus!

Lilly, to me!

Lord of Flies, God of
Ungodliness,

I solemnly promise to
worship and obey thee

and perform thy unholy bidding!

Oh, fuck!

Abracadabra.

Jack, Jack, come on.
Come on, please, please.

)

But now here's Mr. Midnight,

Jack Delroy!

Come on in, Jack.

We love you, Jack!

How did I get here?

The same way you
always get here, Jack.

Straight down 5th
and right on 47th.

You okay, Jack?

I am sick of it, Crog.

Stuck in the cave all day
cooking your sabre tooth stew

while you and your
troglodyte buddies

go out hunting all day long.

What the fuck is going on?

Don't think that's the
line we rehearsed.

Leo!?

Oh, where are you going, Jack?

Jack, we're still on air.

Jack?

Now, I've brought
something really special

for you today, Jack.

Here she is.

I'll just get her out so he
can have a really good look.

Hello.

- Jesus.
- Here she is.

Aww.

Relax.

Jack, she's perfectly harmless.

No.

Jack and I first met

when I was doing "Oh!
Calcutta!" at the Eden.

My, you should have seen him
blush when he came backstage

and was confronted with all
those glorious naked bodies.

Remember, darling?

No.

ls that another thing
you've managed to forget?

You're dead.

Okay, Penelope.

Now give the Wheel of Wonder
a big spin.

Just remember to let go.

Last week we had a lady go
round for hours and hours.

Spin the wheel!

Switch off your televisions.

Turn off your TV sets.

Stop watching this.

Turn it off!

Turn if off!

Turn it off!

Stop!

Please.

Stop it!

Welcome to the family, Jack.

- Over here!
- Jack, Jack,

congratulations on
your ratings win.

What did you have to
sacrifice to get here tonight?

Oh, Jack Delroy's greatest
sacrifice is yet to come.

Great show tonight, Jack.

At least a forty share.

Maybe even a fifty.

Come.

Now drink up Jack.

There you are.

I was worried they
wouldn't let you see me.

They told you you
could have it all.

Didn't they?

Be number one?

Well, you finally
made it darling.

But you had to pay a price.

Exit Minnie, stage left.

I never thought that they'd...

Your soul belonged to them.

Still does.

It wasn't supposed to
turn out this way.

You have to believe me.

You're on your own now, Jack.

I love you.

I love you, Minnie.

Then please do this
one last thing for me.

The pain. Please.

Please. (sobs) You
know what to do.

Please.

Do it.

Do it.

Yes. Yes.

Dreamer here awake.

Dreamer here awake.

Dreamer here awake.

Dreamer here-

♪ Write another
song for the money ♪

♪ Something they can sing,
not so funny ♪

♪ Money in the bank
to keep us warm ♪

♪ Roll another
joint for the Gipper ♪

♪ Get the Gipper high,
he gets hipper ♪

♪ Stick it in his mouth,
and keep him warm ♪

♪ Elect another jerk
to the White House ♪

♪ Gracie Slick is losing
her door mouse ♪

♪ Take her off the streets
and keep her warm ♪