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My great-grandfather,

Edward,

was falsely blamed for

the deaths in 1871.

He devoted his whole life

to clearing his name.

His search took him

around the world.

But Edward died,

hit by lightning.

No one got it out

of them in time.

But they had to explain

the murders away,

so he was reported dead,

whisked out of the country,

and warned never to return.

Who is they?

They.

When he died,

all his possessions

were sent here

from the Far East.

Everything is in

the coach house.

It's all there.

Go ahead.

I'm telling you,

you gotta find the skater girl.

She's next.

How does she tie in

with Lydia, Dennis, and the fireman?

I never met her before tonight.

I already told you.

What about the freak

at the mall?

What's he got to

do with this?

- You're on the wrong track.

- How are you killing these people, boy?

I'm not!

What is it?

Some kind of freaking

chemical agent or whatnot?

Who'd you buy it from?

- Just listen.

- You were placed at both murder sites.

The fireman and your girl

had been getting it on for months,

so you had plenty

of motive.

And last but not least,

right there.

So how 'bout a confession

so you have something,

however futile,

going for your sorry ass?

Find the girl.

Okay.

All right, smart ass,

we're gonna do it your way.

Sam, take him down

to the station.

I'm gonna give the news

to the press.

Hey, Chris.

Let's go.

Hands off, Porky.

What the hell

are you looking at?

Get used to it, Miller.

That goddamned sheriff

arrested some boy for the murders.

You've got to get down

there and straighten it out.

You're Lucky Miller's kid.

Yeah.

I know your old man.

Where is that

fother mucker?

Dead, six months.

- Cancer.

- Old Lucky.

Dumb sh*t.

Always was a loser.

No offense.

None taken.

Tries to go straight,

then croaks.

- Sorry ass.

- What?

He should of known Ty'd never let him

just stop the monthly.

Monthly?

Durst?

Everyone in town's gotta

pay the kindly sheriff.

Try saying no, and he'll set you up on

some trumped-up charge.

That's what he did

to your old man.

Are you saying the car parts he

found on my dad's property were-

Planted. You bet.

Fortune never smiled

on your old man.

That's why they

called him Lucky.

So listen to this.

I'm minding my own

business, grabbing a taco on First,

down by the Foundry,

and this skinny chick

comes up to me.

She's wearing

those hip-hop pants.

I hate the look.

But I see she's got

this slamming rack,

so I'm friendly.

I take her for

a spin on my bike.

She's got her hands

all over me.

So I pull over on the

We're gonna do it

there, on the bridge.

She gets to her knees,

pulls up my shirt.

Next thing I know,

this b*tch is puking her guts out.

I mean her guts.

Blood, stomach sh*t,

all over the sidewalk.

It was f***ed up.

When was this?

No, wait, you gotta

hear the rest of this.

She's grabbing at me

like she's gonna freaking die,

right there.

I'm like, whoa, b*tch.

But she keeps coming.

So I push her ass

away from me,

and she goes right

over the edge, splat.

She's on the highway and these semis

are making mincemeat of this chick.

It was f***ed up.

Sh*t, you got something

to eat, kid?

- Sheriff!

- What's your problem?

Sheriff Durst!

Hey.

Shut the hell up.

Stay back-

Sheriff!

What the hell is

your problem, Miller?

This guy's infected.

- Everybody knows that.

- Funny.

He's got it. You gotta

let me out of here.

Get your hands off

me, Miller.

- Stay away from me.

- What the...

Oh, Jesus.

Let me out.

Sh*t. Now look what

you've gone and done.

Come on, put your hands

through the bars.

Holy sh*t.

Miller,

get this guy off me.

Come on, don't

just stand there.

What the hell

happened here, Miller?

I think I need to

kill you, Sheriff.

Just calm down, son.

Hey, whoa.

The hell's

gotten into you?

It's in you.

There's nothing wrong

with me, boy.

- Put that gun down.

- I'm sorry.

You're no killer, Scotty.

You said so yourself.

You don't understand.

You're not gonna

shoot anybody.

Like father, like son.

You p*ssy.

Help me.

Miller!

Come on, come on, go.

Get the son of a b*tch.

Got the keys?

Yeah, I'll drive.

I'll drive.

Get in the damn car.

I want to know the point as soon as

you get there, fellas.

- What?

- This is yours.

Well, that's nice, Sam.

Now go get the damn car!

I want the south end

and the north end blocked off.

I repeat, the north

and south end blocked off.

Sam, come on!

Go, go. Christ.

What happened back there?

Just drive.

All right, we've barred

him in the alley between Bell and Third.

I'll be right there.

Take no chances, boys.

You see him, shoot to kill.

I repeat, take no

chances with this guy.

Turn this heap around, Sam.

Where are those

doughnuts?

Ah, yeah.

I want the south end

blocked off, Sam.

Right here.

Go, go, go, go, go!

On the ground, Miller.

- You don't have time, Sheriff.

- He said on the ground.

It's inside him.

Can't you see? He needs help.

Now!

Don't give me any more reason

than I already have, son.

How could you?

How could you do it?

Do what?

He was sick,

and you knew it.

You still blackmailed him.

You had to see him

suffer, didn't you?

What's he talking

about, Ty?

You and your daddy thought

you could make a fool

out of me, didn't ya?

Ty, what the hell?

Shut up, Sam!

Well, now, it looks like

we have a real unpleasant situation here.

Fortunately,

no one's gonna miss

a murdering delinquent

from Harborford.

Don't bet on it, Sheriff.

Jesse?

I can't believe you,

Uncle Ty.

How could you?

You are a disgrace.

Jesse, you put

that Taser down.

I'm not playing

with you, girl.

I'm warning you.

Sam.

You have no idea the sh*t storm

you are now in, young lady.

- Stop!

- Jesse, relax.

Sam, now!

She has nothing to

do with it.

I'm the one you're after.

Shut up!

Oh, my God.

Jesus, Mary-

Sheriff?

- Stay away from him.

- Down on the ground! Now!

It's gonna want to move.

Ty?

Buddy?

Shoot it. Shoot it.

Stop, Ty, stop!

He's gone!

Okay, let's j-jus-just-

just calm down.

Holy Jehosaphat.

I have never,

in my entire life,

seen anything that comes close-

Is he-

Is the sheriff dead?

Where'd it come from?

Nobody knows.

Well,

how do you kill it?

I don't know.

Great.

Wait.

Do it!

Punch it.

Oh, no.

Aah!

Fire. We need fire.

Glove box.

Flares.

Come here, you.

We gotta get you

out of here.

The doctors that

I've spoken to

have confirmed that

this is possible.

It could be a virus,

that a virus could

do that to these bodies,

mutilate them

in a way that is

But that's not to say that

that's what's for sure this is.

This is a grimoire,

from 1766.

A what?

It's a demonologist

handbook.

The Church spent

centuries collecting information

from what they thought

was demonic activity.

These books

have everything,

from weather portents

to demonic possessions and exorcisms.

Who would use them?

The practitioners

of goetic magic.

They were sort of

demonic exterminators

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