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the fireman

at the arena.

Hi, this is

Jesse Jarrett.

I'd like to talk

to Sheriff Durst

right away, please.

I didn't hurt her.

She just disintegrated

in front of me.

Her eyes

were almost black,

full of blood.

You need help.

She must have

caught it from him.

It could be some

kind of disease

or a poison.

Look, I'm going to

figure this out.

- I just need some time.

- Please hurry.

Okay, Jesse,

you know me

better than anyone.

If I had done this thing,

would I still be here?

Hello?

Ty?

Jesse? I'm at

your front door.

Jesse, you all right?

I'm fine.

Good, good.

You see the news?

Scotty Miller's in serious

trouble, sweetheart.

Do you know where he is?

Jess?

You feeling okay?

- Scott-

- I know, I know.

I know, sweetheart.

Just...

relax, okay?

Just hold on.

Let's go sit down,

sweetheart.

Okay?

Sweetheart, I don't

think you understand

the level of depravity

in the Miller family.

Now, your great-uncle Cyrus,

he busted the first Miller

bootlegging operation

right off of this coast.

Scott's old man Lucky?

Well,

he's just as bad.

And now...

looks like Scott's

the worst of the bunch.

I can't believe you

lied to me, Jesse.

You're wrong about him.

I know Scott.

Wrong?

That kid's taken this

whole town for a ride,

made a damn mockery

out of me!

Jesse.

Scott's conviction

two years ago,

it was his old man

moving the hot car parts

we found on the property.

It was going to be

his third count,

and he was looking at

But presto. Scott confesses,

takes the fall

for his old man.

Scott went to prison

in his dad's place?

You see what I'm

saying, sweetheart?

They're all

the same trash.

Yeah?

Well, what kind

of situation?

Just slow down.

What?

Yeah, okay.

I'll be right there.

We're not done.

Where'd he go?

What the...

Hey!

Okay.

Hold it right there!

I said stop!

Stay back!

I'm warning you!

Sam, go get an ambulance.

What the hell's

happening in this town?

The church fire was the last

mission he was on.

Yo.

No sh*t.

What channel?

This adds to the bizarre

occurrences taking place

this week

in Harborford.

That must be the psycho

that killed Josh.

...that is attacking

the people

of Harborford.

Sheriff Durst has given us

very little information

to go on.

He has told us that

he has a suspect in mind.

He has not, as of yet,

given us a name

nor description

of the suspect,

which only adds

to the feeling

of fear in

the community.

That's it, dude.

I am done for the day.

Mom, he shouldn't

have called you.

No, Scott's

not here right now.

He was.

Look-

You don't know that.

No, stay there.

Okay.

I'll call you later.

You climbed inside

a big balloon

And I watched you

wave goodbye

You said

it'd only be awhile

- Half the time, I just want to kill her.

- It seemed

- like such a lie

- Your uncle,

he's going to be

looking for me.

- I believe

- I mean, if anything

- It now

- happened to you, I'd-

I believe it now

Hey, yay, yay, yeah

Late developments

regarding the shooting

today at Sherwood Mall

in Harborford.

The dead man

has been identified

as Mr. Darrell Johanson,

a Harborford roofer.

Mr. Johanson

went on a rampage

earlier today,

attacking shoppers

in the mall before being

gunned down by police.

It was horrible.

His face was falling off,

and his eyes, it was as if

they were

full of blood.

Reporting to you

live from Harborford-

Full of blood?

... this is Susan Fox.

Jesse?

You didn't run.

- What?

- You didn't run.

It's what you'd always

do when we were kids

and you got in trouble.

You'd run away,

be gone for days.

I got pretty close,

believe me.

I don't know you got

yourself into this,

but you're going

to need my help

to get out of it.

Where are you?

Scott?

You need my help.

How do you plan on

helping me, Jesse?

- You'd better keep your distance.

- No.

It's not a virus.

- How do you know?

- It would have spread...

through town by now. Go.

Lydia's fireman

was on a call here.

The fireman got it first.

He gave it to Lydia,

she gave it to

the guy at the mall.

If the game

was at three, and

Lydia died at nine,

that's six hours.

What's that?

Oh!

Don't get too close.

Smells like vinegar.

We have to get

down there.

Over there. That's

where the axe was.

Here.

I see something.

Careful.

Okay, here goes.

"This vessel

bears a corrigia

"born of hellfire.

Preserve this vessel,

sealed from the world-"

I can't read the rest.

It's dated the 4th

of May, 1871.

We've got a date

and a name.

I can look through

the town's archives.

Maybe there's

something there.

We need to find that guy

your uncle dusted at the mall.

If this "corgeria" thing

has moved on,

we need to find out who.

Come on, huh? One shot.

Clear the frame.

Huh? Come on.

I'm begging you.

I'll give you 20 bucks.

Flatfoot!

Yeah. You have a nice day, too, sir.

Okay.

The last person with

the guy from the mall

was his ambulance

technician Eddie Pastor.

He left his shift early.

He's a boarder,

and they say

that we can find him

at one of the skate parks.

Can I have the chips?

Whoa!

You want these chips?

Not so fast.

You're the guy that can do

the backside air, right?

I can't right now.

Hungry.

The backside air first.

Okay, we're back

at the church.

I'll meet you here after.

- Jesse.

- Yeah?

Thanks.

For what?

Believing me.

No psychotic killer

could make

anything this goofy.

"Edward Norberg,

a Harborford native

"and a respected

silversmith,

"was struck down

by a bolt of lightning

"Tuesday night in what

many consider to be

"an act of divine

intervention.

The madman was survived

by a wife and son. "

Hey.

Is that... Is that Eddie?

Yo, we didn't do this.

I didn't say you did.

Is that him?

This jack attacked me, and dropped dead.

How?

How'd he attack you?

Listen, you should

come with me.

I think you might be

sick or cursed, maybe.

I just told you,

we didn't do this.

It's called the corrigia.

Are you deaf, f*** head?

'Cause I just told you-

You don't understand.

If you don't get

to a doctor now,

you might not make it through the night.

Come on.

Come on, Scott.

Who is it?

Miss Norberg?

My name is Jesse Jarret.

I'm looking for information

on Edward Norberg.

I tried calling

the listed number.

- They said it was out of service.

- Stay right there.

...but that's not to say

that people haven't put

their own quarantine

in effect.

People are staying

in their houses.

People aren't

going to work.

Children

aren't going to school.

They have really

isolated themselves

in hopes of-

Took you long enough.

Just the man I've

been looking for.

Ty,

same as the others.

I've been warning them

for years.

Who are you with?

FBI?

- CIA?

- Uh... Mrs. Norberg...

Show me your

identification.

Oh.

- Miss Norberg...

- No one ever listened,

but now they will.

Now they will.

Could you tell me anything

about what happened in 1871?

The scourge, dear.

La corrigia.

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