Abattoir Page #4

an even worse victim.

Listen to me.

No matter how many times you leave,

or how far you go,

turn around and look behind you,

that shadow's gonna be me, ok?

Now, can I come in,

or do I have to go scare up a warrant?

Please, join us.

- Mister...?

- Detective Declan Grady, ma'am.

Cut out the "ma'am" sh*t.

My name is Allie. And this is my house.

Now, if you'd like to come in.

This way.

Hey, this dance we're doing

has a pretty short song.

Comes a time, we don't move forward,

we're just gonna be two people

standing in the dark, ok?

I need you to show you something.

Get off me! Christ, no!

God doesn't come.

Your savior doesn't save!

You're in his house,

and yet he turns his back.

You call his name

and he does not answer.

Darkness, Grant life from life,

blood from blood

that this useless flesh might yield

useful hands and do your work.

- Will you fall with me, children?

- Yes!

Will you rip from this boy

as you would from the world?

- Yes!

- So be it!

Ah, Jesus!

Was nowhere to be found that day.

Or any day that followed.

Jebediah crone had been to hell.

And he brought back with him...

...some of his secrets.

Stand, son.

Receive the blessing due you.

Sacrificing that man

gave a cripple the ability to walk.

And it was through sacrifice

that we would rebuild new English.

Let this be a testament

to the power of self.

Now that you have seen this power,

know this:

If heaven is a house of many rooms,

we shall build a hell of many more.

To restore new English,

we shall build a great monument.

Tall and terrible and absolute.

That would make god writhe in awe,

and Satan weep with envy.

That will memorialize ourselves

in life and death.

Are you willing to build this

foundation on the bones of angels?

Anoint yourself. Deliver yourself.

What the hell is this?

It's the miracle that jebediah crone

provided to new English.

Better living through sin and sacrifice.

- The town killed the man.

- And many more after that.

The town made a pact with crone.

We all did, but we pledged more

than we had the power to give.

Oh, Julia. I've seen and done

far worse things than you.

But I have lived past giving a sh*t.

But this town has not.

It's fearful.

And there's nothing more dangerous

than something that's afraid.

Hey.

Put this on. You must be freezing.

Do you believe me now?

I always believed you.

- Thought you didn't have service.

- I don't.

- Just press play.

- Jules, I've already seen this video.

I'm still trying to forget it.

Please, watch it again.

What am I looking for here?

The walls were already bloody

before the attack.

The room, it doesn't look right.

It doesn't look the same.

It's like it's... staged.

Alright, look. I did make some calls.

Pulled some favors

and wound up with this.

"Dorothy and Cecelia crone were laid

to rest in brookline cemetery today.

Survived by reverend jebediah crone,

still in a critical condition

at mercy falls hospital."

- How did I miss this?

- Now get this fascinating little extra.

Crone died twice.

Flat-lined from a gunshot before

his ticker starting beating again.

What the f*** is that?

Jesus Christ!

Anyway, somebody didn't like

the snake oil the old man was selling,

and he capped the whole f***ing family

in front of him.

What?

That's what Allie said.

"He went to hell,

and he brought back its secrets."

You gotta be kidding me.

Grady?

Shall we finish what we started?

Allie?

- Grady?

- Shh. You stay here.

Allie? Allie?

Allie? Sh*t!

She stole my f***ing car!

Sh*t.

Hey, you!

Don't move! Oh, god! Sh*t!

Get back in the house. Go! Now!

Grady?

We have to get out of here.

Get away, get home, now.

I can rain my own hellfire

on this place. SWAT, feds, whatever.

I can swing a big f***ing hammer,

but not with you still here. Let's go.

Who doesn't have a goddamn phone?

Somebody that doesn't wanna be found.

What's wrong? What?

You know this person?

Look at that woman.

- Is this Allie?

- And Amanda, and me.

She lied to me. She's my mother.

Ok, look, we gotta go now.

Alright? Let's go. Come on.

Jules...

What kind of paper stops publishing in

1981, and then starts back up in 1987?

No clue.

Can we talk about it on the way out?

The school fire. It happened

two weeks after crone showed up.

February 11th, 1981.

All of the kids died,

and there were no survivors.

He collects tragedies.

This entire town is a tragedy.

Renshaw said crone

was collecting cracks.

"Put enough cracks together,

and they turn acidic."

F***ing Renshaw.

He said knock a hole in the prison wall,

and walk out with the prisoners.

- How old was Amanda in '81?

- I don't know. Seven? Why?

Old enough to attend that school, right?

If you match the dates.

Amanda should have died in that fire.

Alright, listen to me.

The town's three miles away.

We're getting out, and I'm calling it

in. Let's go. Come on.

I think my dad was onto something.

He tried running. Got us both out.

- Out of new English?

- Yes, out of this town.

No, dear. He was running from me.

F***!

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is jebediah crone,

and this is my card.

One inch forward, six feet down.

You understand, old man?

Oh, I've been there before.

Minor inconvenience, death.

Make no mistake,

i will shoot you in the f***ing head,

and sleep like a baby tonight.

I enjoy your writing, miss talben.

Especially the lovely tale

about the mother of the afflicted child

searching for her birth parents.

Made my heart weep.

You collect words

the way I collect rooms,

and the damned that wander them.

We are, both of us...

...clear in our pursuits.

We both want a reunion

with those close to our hearts.

L just have to go further to get mine.

Tell me, dear, have you found

what you're looking for yet?

- I'm excited to know.

- You took them from me!

I took nothing from you, miss talben.

Just purchased a piece of real estate.

No crime in that.

Don't you move.

Amanda's death itself, a tragedy.

True. Tragic.

But a promise fulfilled.

A debt collected.

Don't you dare say her name.

Ah, family is truly the only real

heaven you'll ever know.

I'm gonna find out

what you're doing, I promise,

and I'm gonna burn it

to the f***ing ground.

Oh, I know a few things about fire,

miss talben.

Spent time in the flames.

Watched as they flickered

and danced and consumed things.

Fire has a way of... motivating you.

What kind of hold do you have

on these people and this town?

I'm sure you've heard the old saying:

"Tragedy brings folks together".

I can assure you the verity

of that statement.

It was the tragedy that bound this town.

It is one last tragedy

that will set them free.

If it brings you any comfort,

miss talben,

know that Amanda and Charlie live on,

and Felix, too.

- But you've seen the video.

- What the f*** did you just say?!

Weapon on the deck! Now!

Hands high, fingers spread,

so I can see 'em.

- Do it, slick!

- I'm a cop, goddamn it!

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