Krampus: The Reckoning Page #4

I just can't believe it.

How well did you

know Mr. Mooney?

I mean not well,

not socially anyway.

But I liked him.

I mean we all did.

I just can't believe he could

be involved in something

like that.

You're up.

Zoe, we need to talk.

What are you drawing?

This is not gonna work.

Do you have any yarn?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

It has to be a dolly

or it's not gonna work.

Who's the man in the drawing?

He's stupid!

Bring me some yarn and I'll

tell you what you wanna know.

You know what I wanna ask you?

Yes.

Okay, how about this?

If you agree to answer

a few of my questions,

I promise I'll

bring you some yarn.

Okay.

I saw Ms. Kelly today,

do you remember her?

Delores?

Yes, I remember her.

She was nice, but Henry wasn't.

Mr. Kelly?

Your foster father?

Was, now he's gone.

Like Mr. and Ms. Holezer.

And Joe.

He was bad, now he's gone too.

Zoe, you know it's impossible

that you could've known

Mr. Kelly, he disappeared

years before you were born.

I don't wanna

talk to you anymore.

Well, I'm afraid

it's not that simple.

The police are

looking for the person

who's been hurting people,

and they think you might

be able to help them.

It's Christmas time.

Do you know what happens

at Christmas time?

Santa Claus comes.

Santa Claus isn't real.

Okay, what happens?

Nothing, if you're good.

And what if you're bad?

Zoe, what happens

to the bad people?

Is it Krampus, is he

the one that hurts them?

Isn't that what you

told me yesterday?

Yarn first, no more questions!

No, Zoe, you have to help...

Put me down, let me go!

Nurse, please

take her to her room.

Put me down!

Put me down!

Stop it, let me go!

Put me down!

Let me go!

Zoe that's quite enough.

Now.

Are you going to be okay

if I let Mr. Travis let you go?

I don't know what's

got into you.

We cannot have anymore

outbursts like that, Zoe.

You hurt Dr. Stewart.

She yelled at me.

That's because she

has questions for you.

Questions concerning

what may have happened

to your foster parents.

But I've already told her.

It was Krampus.

Krampus.

And Krampus always

hurts the people

you don't like?

No, he only hurts bad people.

People like Joe, and Katie,

and Teddy.

Mr. Travis, thank you.

If you can wait outside for us.

Zoe have a seat.

You know lots of children

have imaginary friends.

And that's okay.

But Krampus is more

than imaginary to you,

isn't he?

But it's okay.

You don't need to be afraid.

Krampus knows you're not

one of the bad people.

Look, why don't

you get some rest?

You're probably just overtired.

That's just...

Crazy, I know.

But according to Andrew

Kelly, this picture

was taken over 20 years ago.

You see that?

Looks like Zoe.

Thanks, Brian.

Hey uh, it could be a fake.

Maybe this guy is crazy

or maybe he's having

some fun with you.

I don't think so.

All right, so what?

You're saying our little Zoe

is actually a woman in her 30s.

With an imaginary

friend who kills people

by burning them alive?

That's a little

far-fetched even for me.

I know.

Another beer?

Uh, Patron Silver please.

It's not just that.

Then what?

I can't shake this feeling

that I've met her before.

Wow.

What?

That's more like it.

Yeah, you're breaking

out the big guns here, Doc.

Oh, you're one to talk.

Oh hey, I'm not criticizing, so.

But if you wanna drink with me

it's gonna have to be Jameson.

Brian, two Jameson.

You scared me.

What do you want?

I'm sorry I made you cry.

I made this for you.

What is it?

You'll see.

Let's get one more, Brian.

I think that you

ought to slow down.

Really?

Detective O'Connor,

did I just hear you

tell me to slow down?

If I recall correctly,

it was you passed out

on my couch last night.

Fair enough.

Ho, where are you going?

Ladies room.

All right.

Man, you got a tight

little package there.

Excuse me?

I don't like those

professional types,

they know how to play it

to keep us guessing, am I right?

Yeah, sure.

Now, don't,

don't act like you don't

know what I'm talking about.

No doubt she's got

a tight little body

under all of that.

And she's just not showing you.

It keeps the mystery alive.

We're coworkers.

Yeah, you just let me know,

if you need a hand,

coworking her over.

What's your name, friend?

Clay.

Last name.

What, are you writing a book?

Simple question, is all.

F*** off, that's my name.

Elsworth.

Yeah...

Clayton Elsworth.

The drunk bum who fell asleep

with a lit cigarette, and

burned his house down.

Your daughter was

lucky to barely escape

with her life.

You got a mouth on you, mister.

Fellas, please.

You're that cop a**hole.

Yeah, that would be me.

Miles, what's going on?

Nothing to worry your

head about, little missy.

It's just your boyfriend

is the kind of fella

who's mouth will get

him into trouble.

Ah time to go.

You have yourself a nice

evening, Mr. Elsworth.

Just don't go burning

anymore little girls now.

Another double.

We need music.

Hey Rachel I really

think I should probably go.

Ssshht!

Oh, I love this one.

Dance with me, Miles.

Come on, Miles,

dance with me.

Dancing is not really my thing.

Whoo!

It's just dancing.

So this is dancing?

You are a very good dancer.

All right...

Hmm-mm.

Oh, I need a goddamn lighter.

Ah.

Ah, merry f***ing Christmas.

What the f***?

Oh God.

Ah, ah sh*t, ah!

You feel better?

Yeah.

Just tired.

Yeah that's the thing

about Mr. Jameson.

If you're not careful,

he'll sneak up on you.

You never told me

how you got this.

It's nothing I can remember.

Not clearly anyway.

I've had it since

I was really young.

Hmm...

It's always bothered me though.

What, that you don't

remember how you got the scar?

I don't remember

anything about my childhood

before the Stewarts took me in.

What like repressed

memories or something?

Maybe, I mean,

we're not supposed to

self-diagnose, but...

It's all a blur.

I get flashes.

Dreams sometimes.

Bob and Dina were no help.

Was that your foster parents?

Hmm-mm.

Yeah, I asked Mom about it

a few times before she died.

She always changed the

subject very quickly.

Dad was even worse.

Worse, how?

Well he'd never say

anything about it,

but, the look he would

get if I brought it up,

he was terrified.

Anyway.

I know my birth

parents died in a fire.

I have this scar.

Nothing else.

No reports, no records.

Nothing I've been

able to find anyway.

Well that's...

Weird though, I would

think with your access,

you would've found something.

Nothing.

Which is next to

impossible unless someone

destroyed the records.

Yeah but, who's gonna do that?

It's like everything

from before.

Who I was, who my parents were.

They're just gone.

Hi Mom.

I thought you were

staying at Jason's?

His WiFi is down.

Ah...

Well...

Yeah.

Guess I should go.

You can stay here if you'd like,

there's the couch or...

I should probably

get back to the motel.

If I'm not back soon,

the junkies around there

will probably,

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