Don't Kill It Page #2

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put them hands behind your back.

- In a minute.

- Mr. woodley,

this is a private meeting.

I have to ask you to leave.

- Real private, the three of us.

- Okay, funny man.

Let's put them big-ass

hands behind--

sir,

your town is in real danger.

I'm here to help.

Mr. woodley,

you are interrupting

an active FBI investigation.

You're FBI?

Yes.

Well, that's a use of

tax dollars I can get behind.

Now, get this assclown

out of here.

All right.

Come with me. Come on.

You want these murders to stop,

you best listen.

You have some information

on these murders?

Yep. Get him away

from me.

I prefer to have you in cuffs,

but okay. Let him go.

Make it quick, Mr. woodley.

Let me start by saying

you're not gonna believe

one damn thing

I'm about to say.

But that don't make

it a lie.

Why don't you start with who

you are and what you know?

I'm a hunter.

Demon hunter.

Demon hunter.

For a second, I thought

you weren't wasting our time.

Get this guy out of here,

put him in cuffs.

I've done this

100 times, honey.

Come on, demon hunter.

Get him out of here.

That's enough, Mr. woodley.

I tell people what I do,

they just sit there,

looking dumbstruck or laugh.

Then they gotta see something

on their own that proves it.

Maybe they see me pull one

of these things out of their son

his body twitching

and flapping in ways

the human body ought

not to do.

Or they see their momma

looking back

with those dead,

black eyes.

Or sometimes,

they never do come around.

That is, until they

get possessed themselves

and feel indescribable

pain and fear

that comes

with losing control

of your body

as your conscious self,

your soul, burns and evaporates

into the abyss,

like you never was.

Now, every once

in a while,

I'll meet someone,

or maybe a pair of folks

that aren't so thickheaded and

think that it's pure coincidence

that I end up here

in the middle of f***ing nowhere

and without asking,

know exactly

the patterns

of the murders in question.

And when those people

put their trust in me

and just let their doubts

aside, then

lives are saved,

lives that would've been lost

had I just got tossed

out of here

and have to do

all this sh*t on my own.

But, you know, sometimes,

the lives saved are their own.

Now,

having heard that,

are you gonna hear

me out?

Are you?

Are you gonna hear

me out?

Make sure you keep

an eye on him.

Where are you

off to?

None of your business.

The eyes.

Ask about the eyes.

Kind of...Dark in here.

See if I can find

the light.

Pretty messy, huh?

Do you have those pictures?

Yeah.

This is the daughter here?

Yeah. That's her.

And that's the son over there?

Yup, that's him.

And Mr. banks

killed them both?

No, he shot

the daughter.

Father shot this one--

--after shooting Mr. banks.

You're saying he

killed him

and then killed his own kid?

Yeah.

Doesn't make any sense.

Well...

You said there was

a live witness on this?

Yup.

I'm gonna need

to talk to them.

Mrs. macullum?

My name is Evelyn Pierce,

I'm with the FBI.

Is it all right if I come in

and have a word with you?

I'm really sorry

to disturb you.

I know you're going through

a terrible ordeal.

I just need to ask you

a few questions.

They always used to fight.

Who? Who used to fight?

Benjamin and Bethany.

So rambunctious.

They could ruin

an entire house

if you didn't keep

an eye on them.

Those--

were those your kids?

I used to scream

at them.

I'd get so angry.

But I didn't want them

hurting each other.

I didn't want them

growing up so...

Violently.

But they were just playing.

That was not violence.

I never knew what

violence was.

Mrs. macullum, I just need you

to tell me what happened--

I think about all the times

i sent them to their room.

All the times I didn't

speak to them, the time...

The time I lost with them

that I'll never have back.

Daniel always let

them fight.

They were fighting that night

when Marcus came in.

And when Marcus came in,

what happened?

He shot Bethany.

If you need a bit

more time, i--

but Daniel,

he was quick to draw.

He was a marine,

on leave from Iraq.

So strong.

That's why I married him.

I wanted my children to come

from a strong man like Daniel.

And he told me to hide

in the closet,

and he shot that bastard Marcus.

Shot him dead.

My husband, he did.

He shot Benjamin.

My Daniel shot our boy.

And then he came after me.

Why? Why? Why?

Mrs. macullum, just settle down.

I can come back another time.

Why? Why?

Why? Why?

And his eyes,

they were black.

Black, black, black.

His eyes were black,

black, black.

They were black.

Where did he go?

It's agent Evelyn Pierce.

I need to be connected

to Deacon Shepherd's office.

Agent Pierce?

Sir, I still have this woodley

in custody.

Has records gotten back

to you?

Yeah. Turns out he has

a pretty respectful rap sheet.

Aggravated assault, resisting

arrest, the list goes on.

The thing is,

i don't think he's a suspect,

but he knows more than

he should.

The murders haven't stopped,

so see what he knows.

Yes, sir.

Hey, now.

That was quicker

than I thought.

Tell me what you know.

Well, I don't know.

I'm kind of hungry now.

Mm.

These are really great ribs.

Heh, heh.

So...

You have a demon.

Just one, and I know which,

because I been chasing him

for half my damn life now.

How do you know that this demon

is the one you seek?

Its means of transfiguration,

the way it changes form--

it's unique.

I'm not gonna sit and talk about

the history of these shits.

I don't know if there's god

or hell, but these exist.

I know

because I've killed them.

I know 'cause they killed

friends of mine.

Mm-hm.

I don't give a rat's ass

if you believe in it or not.

I don't want you

to mess this up for me.

So just do what I tell you...

And you might just survive.

You said this one

is unique. How?

Every demon's different,

but they all have their own

means of transfiguration.

Some only stay in you

for a couple seconds,

you know,

like you didn't even know it.

Aah!

Others...

Will take you over

for their entire lives.

And you have to pry

them loose,

which is often easier said

than done.

Some of them

just gotta touch you.

Others will only pass

through sexual exchanges.

Some of these things will just

leave you to stick to a doorway

like an invisible spider web

just waiting for the next fella

to walk past.

Most of them like

to move.

I like the ones that stay

in one place.

But they all have one thing

in common:

They exist to destroy.

There's just something

about us,

about our world,

that they wanna end.

So, what about

this one?

How does

this one work?

Many years ago, my old man

and I, came across a small town

not unlike this one

y'all got here.

Thing had been there

for a couple of days.

Nearly the whole town

had gotten killed.

It was unusual because demons

normally aren't responsible

for those type of body counts.

They're more partial

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