The Frighteners Page #3

Bannister!

Please.

Mr. Bannister.

Did you want to see me?

My God, Frank, she can see me!

I thought perhaps you

might have a message from Ray.

Tell her. Tell her I'm here, Frank.

Tell her.

Everyone says you're a fraud,

but I've seen what you can do.

Frank!

You must think I'm very stupid.

Excuse me.

Lucy.

Ray says he loves you very much.

Here is your table.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Is Ray with us?

Tell her she looks great.

He, uh, he says you look great.

Tell her they're from me.

Those are from Ray.

It's our anniversary.

He says it's your anniversary.

Is... Is Ray beside me?

Greetings.

How are you this evening?

May I offer you some wine?

Lucy, do you want some?

What... red, white?

Red. We always have red.

White.

I've never liked red.

Lucy!

So you used to be an architect?

Long time ago.

Can it. She doesn't want

to hear your life story.

Wow. So, did you

build your own house?

Is it your dream home?

You could call it that.

I'll build you a dream home

once I get on my feet.

Why is it you can see Ray

and I can't?

I was in an accident.

It was a car accident.

About five years ago.

They say that...

sometimes when you have

a traumatic experience...

it can alter your perception.

So after that,

you could just see spirits?

I mean, what happened?

How about you talk to Ray?

That's why I'm here.

Finally, I'm in the conversation.

Terrific.

I do have an important question

I have to ask Ray.

He can hear you.

Ray...

I really need to know

where you invested my money.

The $16,000 that I had saved.

The attorneys can't find it.

Oh, sh*t! I blew it

on a bad investment.

Don't tell her that.

Let me think.

It's gone.

Lucy, it's gone.

Blown on a bad investment.

You a**hole!

Tell her I'll look out for her.

I'll move back into the house.

That's not a good idea.

This doesn't concern you.

What's Ray saying?

He left. Ray left.

He said he's sorry, but you

should get on with your life.

Bannister, I'm going to kill you!

I can't believe it. That's just like

Ray to just take the money and run.

Ray and I haven't been honest with each

other in a long time, Mr. Bannister.

It wasn't what you would call

a good marriage.

You b*tch!

Lt'll be okay.

Hands off my wife!

Goddamn it!

Sorry.

I can move sh*t, Bannister.

You better watch your back.

I better clean this up.

Be right back.

Good food, huh?

Yeah... it's great.

Mom!

Looks like another heart attack.

Can't confirm it till the autopsy.

Damn.

A waiter saw a guy exit the john

right before the body was found.

And who was that?

Frank Bannister, pale and shaking.

The waiter thought he was sick.

Damn.

Hi, Lucy.

Dr. Lynskey works for me.

We're colleagues.

She's a material witness.

Bannister was last seen

in the restaurant parking lot.

He took off at high speed.

Bring him in.

Look at that!

So your dead husband

was having dinner with you?

What did he order?

Oh, God. Excuse me.

Timmy, front desk, please.

Thank you.

Lucy, this is Special Agent

Milton Dammers of the FBI.

I came by train. I planned to fly,

but I didn't feel good about the plane.

At what time...

precisely, did Bannister

leave for the bathroom?

You.

I'm not sure...

precisely.

Did he use

excessive amounts of salt?

Answer the question.

For Christ's sake,

it's really late!

I don't remember!

What is this?

Excuse me, Lucy.

I'll be right back.

Milton...

Sorry, Sheriff.

I have a problem

with women yelling.

Can I get you anything?

Sheriff Perry!

You are violating

my territorial bubble.

Lucy, you're still grieving.

It would be easy for a man

like Frank to take advantage.

You have such closed minds.

I object!

Special Agent Dammers has over...

in the area of...

paranormal psychology.

Much of that was spent undercover...

with various...

cults and sects.

I get all the fruity cases,

Mrs. Lynskey.

For God's sake, Milton,

come in and sit down.

I'm more comfortable standing.

What has this to do with Frank?

Mrs. Lynskey, you know

nothing about Frank Bannister.

You claim

he's a bona fide psychic...

yet all I have heard

is ill-informed, meandering waffle.

On the third day of July 1990...

Frank Bannister,

then a successful architect...

was overseeing construction

of his new home.

The contractor...

Jacob Platz...

would later confirm that Bannister

was consuming alcohol that morning.

Platz sees Bannister

arguing with his wife, Debra.

It appears he had

promised Debra a garden...

and then, without consulting her,

laid a 4-inch thick concrete slab...

creating a basketball court

for himself.

Platz watches the couple drive away.

Bannister kept a tool box

in the back of his car.

In it was a utility knife...

with a retractable blade.

Bannister purchased seven...

new blades that morning...

at Jesson's Hardware Store

and Building Supply...

on Third and Garrett...

Third and Garrett.

Third of July.

Seven blades. Three.

Milton...

you're mumbling; we can't

understand a word you're saying.

Their '84 Volvo heads into the hills.

It is the last time anyone

will see the couple together.

By Bannister's admission...

the argument continues,

reaching a point...

when Debra demands...

to be let out.

At that moment, probably 12:36,

leaves the road on a curve...

presumably because Bannister

was driving too fast.

She was killed?

Her body was found

Bannister...

was picked up 2 hours later,

wandering in the woods.

He claimed to have no recollection

of the events...

that occurred after the accident.

But here's the odd thing,

Mrs. Lynskey.

His utility knife...

was missing.

And to this day,

it has not been found.

But do you know

what was really bizarre?

Debra's corpse

had the number 13...

carved into its forehead.

Unlucky for some.

You're insane. You're talking

about a mythical figure.

A pseudo-religious icon

from the 12th century.

Save your pea-brained prattle

for the classroom, boy.

That was the Soul Collector.

He's been taking people out

since time began.

He's going about some dark business

here in Fairwater...

and we ain't nothing

but worm bait!

When your number's up...

that's it!

There's another one gone.

He's gone.

There's no money for you here,

Mr. Bannister.

You're next.

Are you threatening me?

That's not what I'm saying.

He's threatening to kill me.

- Will you relax?

- He is threatening to kill me!

Bannister!

Oh, great.

Hey, fellas.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Put the gun away.

- Freeze!

- Just take it easy.

Okay, Bannister,

you're under arrest.

Just stay there, Bannister.

Yes.

Great.

I did it.

Uh-uh-uh, Bannister. Stop.

Looks like I ain't shooting

with blanks no more!

Mighty fine woman.

Good teeth.

Judge.

Down!

They don't call me

the hanging judge for nothing.

Stay right there.

Heads up!

Good catch.

Freeze!

Good shooting, Tex.

And she was

so young and beautiful!

I like it when they

lie still like that.

This is heavy.

Hey, guys!

My juices are flowing again!

Judge!

Judge!

Bannister!

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