Slasher (2016) s05e06 Episode Script

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[OWL HOOTING]
[DIGGING]
[THUD]
[GRUNTING]
Jesus, Mary and
It's like crawling up an old pig's arse.
[GROANING]
The body's nearly eight days old.
I was told the state would be
otherwise. Naught I can do now.
I'll make it work, but I may
not accept delivery next time.
[CRACKING]
[SIGHING]
[HEART BEATING]
Ah
[LAUGHING]
[CHUCKLING]
Keep beating, damn
you. Come on. [PANTING]
Dammit!
Why's this door even locked?
Same reason why the
room is soundproof: privacy.
If someone's in the middle of
a session and we just burst in
- Right, right.
- [SIGHING]
I still don't think this is right.
You can either unlock that door
or I can arrest you for obstruction
and I'll just unlock it myself.
Stay back.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Not a step further.
[GASPING]
Good morning.
I trust you slept well.
I slept like I hadn't
a care in the world.
A benefit, no doubt, of having a refined
young woman such
as yourself in the house.
Did you notice the gown on the chair?
I bought it for you.
No.
It's a gift, my dear.
A token of my esteem.
Please don't deny me this happiness.
It's lovely. Thank you.
You will look exquisite.
Gladys can do any necessary alterations
if there's something not to
your liking, but there won't be.
I have an eye for figures.
Yours especially.
When will I be going home?
Are you not happy here?
Is there something you lack?
I want for nothing, truly.
I draw such comfort
from my father's Bible.
It helps me strengthen my resolve
To remain a good honourable girl.
Breakfast is in exactly
10 minutes. Don't be late.
Wear the dress.
Surely the Devil's
Elbow can be reformed.
There are many facets to the problem.
Everything we might
consider essential education,
cleanliness, even their
health is an afterthought.
Because it must be. They
are perpetually working.
Then how do we help them to secure
better work to allow for balance?
It's difficult in this class
system in the absence of education.
Then we teach them to read.
I must speak to her!
[PANTING] Please
I'm sorry, ma'am. I tried.
Forgive this boorish
intrusion, my dear Mrs. Simcoe,
but you're the only
person who can aid me.
I've just lost my beloved friend
Terrence and I am not myself.
No.
Oh, Monsieur Rondeau.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Let God be your refuge
and your strength.
Please have a seat, Monsieur Rondeau.
Thank you.
I am so terribly sorry for
the loss of your friend.
Thank you.
There has been so much death.
Too much.
I come to you, dearest lady,
because you are my one
chance to make things right
with his spirit before I leave town.
I would be forever in your debt
if you would use your formidable talents
to reach Terrence
beyond the veil of death.
That's a preposterous request.
- I'm aware of how it sounds, but if only
- But nothing.
I apologize. I don't mean to
interfere with your affairs, but
I believe you must refuse.
I haven't had a restful
night's sleep since the seance.
And I would not burden you with this.
You made yourself very
clear, but I have tried
to make contact with him numerous times.
I do not have the strength of your gift.
- My curse, you mean.
- This is against God.
Mrs. Simcoe, you know the
pain of losing someone
Someone you love!
With my heart!
I would not ask if
there were any other way.
An unnatural request
borne of unnatural feelings
Pastor, that is enough.
The connection I made to
Alistair was entirely unexpected.
I'm not even sure I'll be able
to reach the spirit world again.
I will be here to guide you.
Mrs. Simcoe, please.
I fear for your soul.
I will do it.
I feel I must.
On the condition that Pastor may attend
the seance to protect
my soul from damnation.
Of course.
I'm at your disposal.
We can pay what's owed on the house.
And we may even have enough to
buy back a piece of furniture!
- The Chippendale!
- I want a phonograph for my room.
Tsk. Sister.
You assured me my sacrifice
would bring me comforts.
It will, but we mustn't lose control.
Your pain is nearly extinguished.
This really is the best solution.
Basil will soon cast aside his
pitted cherry and return
to your loving arms.
Mm-hmm! Pitted.
- You wicked creature.
- [LAUGHING]
- [DOORBELL RINGING]
- [GASPING] Oh!
Oh!
Hide that in case it's a collector.
I am in no mood for a conversation
by the door today, sister.
Yes, yes.
Mr. Garvey.
Ms. Botticelli.
Where's Verdi? Is something wrong?
Not at all. I've come for her things.
- But Verdi's on loan to you.
- The arrangement has changed.
Well, that's not proper
or acceptable.
[SLAMMING] And as her beloved
family, we do not consent.
[SIGHING]
It's a humble room, but anyone would
be glad for that bed, that desk.
You wouldn't. Nor would your sister.
Verdi came to us with nothing.
Well, those days have changed for her.
And by the looks of things, just
beginning for you.
[VENETIA LAUGHING]
I must say, Mr. Garvey,
had I known our sister would
provide so much joy and pleasure,
I would've asked for more.
Goodbye, Miss Botticelli.
If you're changing
the terms of the deal,
if you're going to keep Verdi,
then we require a new
financial arrangement.
I will arrange her
head clear off her neck
if I ever lay eyes on our sister again!
[SIGHING]
[SOFT, INTENSE MUSIC]
- [HARD KNOCKING]
- [GASPING]
[SIGHING] Oof.
Detective.
That was rather energetic knocking.
My apologies.
I became rather concerned when
I couldn't find you at your home.
Have you been here all night?
- Mm-hmm.
- Can anyone confirm that?
If necessary. Why?
The Widow. She's struck again.
She certainly isn't wasting any time.
No, she's not. I was hoping you could
come with me to
examine the victim's body.
Now, if possible.
Of course.
I should warn you.
It's it's a lot to take in.
I've performed autopsies on hundreds of
brutalized bodies,
Detective. I'll be fine.
Isn't time of the essence?
I brought this to help you
make contact with Terrence.
It had great meaning for him.
His energy still resides within it.
I assure you, madam, you
are entirely up to the task.
Shall we begin?
I'm here to protect you.
Breathe deeply.
Release doubt and sink deep within.
Find the place that keeps the
living from the spirit world.
I call upon the spirits, Isis,
the winged Ahura Mazda,
all beneficent immortals and
peaceful deities of the terma
allow Terrence Crenshaw
to come and speak with us now.
What is it?
[MOANING]
What are your senses telling you?
[GASPING]
So much pain.
- This this should stop now
- No What else?
Where am I?
[CRYING] I don't know where I am.
You're here, Regina. You're here.
Oh. She's not Mrs. Simcoe any longer.
O spirit,
speed through eternal darkness
beyond the gates of the sun
and reveal yourself
in this humble vessel.
[MOANING]
I am here
Terrence?
My one my all!
[GRUNTING SOFTLY]
Why do you raise me?
I am gone. [BREATH RASPING]
To tell you
I wish we had time to
discover what might've been.
I wanted to say a proper goodbye,
before you ford the bitter
waters of the River Styx.
Before I flee.
Where will you flee to?
Anywhere but here.
[EXCLAIMING] I am a hunted man.
[BREATH RASPING]
Darkness will follow.
- Darkness?
- [GASPING] She will follow.
No matter where you go!
She [GASPING]
[GROANING AND GASPING]
Now, this this unholy
insanity stops now!
[GASPING] Do not run! [EXCLAIMING]
God's light shines upon us!
God's love
I'll stay. Terrence, do you hear me?
I call upon you, God, to watch over us!
- I'd rather face her here
- [SHOUTING]
cocooned in the warm
remembrance of our embraces!
Terrence! [SOBBING]
You wouldn't mind if I?
Please.
So the wounds
they were done by an
assailant who was left-handed,
which is consistent with all
of the previous Widow attacks.
But the brutality of
the amputations and
the opening of the chest cavity
and the cuts along the ribs appear
ragged and messy.
Like the killer was rushed.
Well, I was outside the door
likely while ahem
the Widow was doing this.
How did she escape?
Presumably while I was in the bar,
summoning the barkeep
to unlock the door.
Nonetheless, she had time to inflict
a lot of mayhem
and all while staying clear
of major organs and arteries.
There has to be a reason.
Yeah.
To prolong Salomé's pain.
How could anyone possibly endure?
Here.
Morphine, cocaine or heroin could
keep him from going into shock.
You and Salomé,
you were you were close.
We were friends.
The Widow
The Widow wanted
Salomé to feel every cut.
Experience the cruel
sensations as she mutilated him.
Dismembering him.
He was alive through it all, until
I can't die like this.
I won't.
I'd rather spend the rest of my days
in jail than suffer like Salomé did.
Is there something you want to tell me?
The Widow
in her note, said
that we needed to confess.
So I do.
I confess to my role
to Basil Garvey's role,
to the great Georges Rondeau's role
in a murder.
Of whom?
Margaret Mehar.
[PANTING]
[GROANING AND PANTING]
If you can magically poof
yourself out of here, be my guest.
Otherwise, sit the fuck down!
You are getting on my nerves!
No point. Darkness will follow.
Darkness is already here.
The good doctor opened her big mouth,
and now that witless copper
thinks one of us is the Widow.
It's not me, obviously.
It's not as obvious as it may seem.
Yes. Don't you make it a habit
to carve up people for show?
You know, George
when we get out of here,
I'm gonna find a way
to personally thank you
for doing me such a
great fucking favour.
And I don't need disguises
to put someone in the ground.
Ah, no. You have the
constant stream of threats.
If anything, the lady doth
protest too much, methinks.
I'm not the Widow, you stick-waver.
If anyone's the Widow, it's
the great Georges Rondeau,
master of disguise.
By all means, ladies and
gents, accuse each other.
Makes our jobs easier. [CHUCKLING] Ahem.
Mr. Garvey.
Sir.
Our new superintendent
would like a word.
If this is some
preferential treatment
Ah, don't get your knickers
in a knot, Monsieur Rondeau.
You're next. [CLICKING TONGUE]
- [BELL TOLLING]
- If I haven't said it before,
I am truly grateful for
your presence of mind.
I shudder to think
what might've happened
if you hadn't stopped
the seance when you did.
Your intentions were admirable,
but your spirit has
been weakened by grief.
In future, I shall encourage
people to look to our Lord
and Saviour for answers
about their dearly departed.
Working at such a young
age. It's inhumane.
This one should do perfectly.
Hello!
I'm Mrs. Simcoe. I have
many lovely books for you.
Would you like to see them
and learn how to read them?
Wonderful. Now
Think of each letter
like a cog in a machine.
Each has its own job,
and together, they
work to create a word.
The same way a machine creates
a box or a swath of fabric.
- Shall we begin?
- [MURMURINGS]
Alright.
Margaret Mehar. Doesn't ring a bell.
See, that's interesting.
'Cause your newspaper had a field
day with her story 12 years ago.
Oh, right, right, right.
Right. The harlot got herself all
chopped up down in the Devil's Elbow.
She's a maid, not a prostitute.
A heinous act,
more deplorable than the
murder of Louis of Orléans.
B-b-but the murderer
was caught and hanged.
- A pastor, I think.
- Yes.
Andrew May Sr.
His son still continues
his godly work today.
If you say so. I wouldn't know.
What can you tell me about her murder?
Wouldn't your time be better spent
solving the half-dozen murders
plaguing Devil's Elbow right now
rather than something
from a fucking decade ago?
You see, I believe
they're all connected.
And so does Dr. Israel.
Mm. Our dear friend Melanda Israel
is very comfortable
casting aspersions on others
when in point of fact
she's the one holding
all the sharp knives.
You're saying, then, that
Dr. Israel's that one that
killed Margaret Mehar?
I told you, I don't know shit about
her murder. I barely remember the woman.
She was a domestic servant under
the employ of the Botticelli sisters.
Th-they threw a party a week before
A party I was at. Yes, I remember.
But do I remember the wench
who served me food and drink
among the many parties
I've been to over the years?
No. That's absurd.
Of course, I remember Margaret.
And if Basil, Lothario that he is,
is suggesting he doesn't [CHUCKLING]
then
Then what?
He's lying.
The night of the party, held in my
honour to celebrate my world tour,
Basil asked me to put a spell on her.
A spell.
He wanted Margaret to
be publicly humiliated.
That lying prick! It was all Georges.
H-he wanted to use her to show
off some new-mind control trick.
Well, you suddenly seem
to remember her very well.
I remember
because it was all in
such very poor taste.
But nobody ever died from embarrassment.
- Basil was obsessed with Margaret.
- Obsessed enough to kill her?
Well I don't know how it played out,
if it played out.
I was in Montreal when she
cast off her mortal coil.
Did you murder Margaret Mehar?
No.
Mr. Garvey
both Dr. Israel and Georges
Rondeau have accused you
I'm sure they have.
Because they are desperate.
They can accuse me
until the cows come home.
I had nothing to do with that
unfortunate woman's death.
But aren't you missing the
obvious here once again?
Maybe the one killing
everybody is a certain holy man
seeking revenge for his father's death.
Now
either charge me with murder,
based on actual evidence
or let me go.
T is for?
Trumpet. Yes! Does everyone
see the T and the trumpet?
Now, can anyone tell me
which angel plays the trumpet?
Why are you lot out here? It's 10 past.
Get back to work or the boss'll
dock you all a day's wages.
Let's go. Go! Hustle up!
It's a crime, keeping these
children from an education.
They're learning about life.
I got my son this job and
my family's damn lucky I did.
Well, then shame on you.
- What the fuck d'you say?
- Now, now, please, let's keep things civil. Hmm?
Here's how it works.
Most of us need to earn money.
Alright? That's something
you might not understand, huh?
Hired help, posh clothes,
meat three days a week.
Friend, you're reacting rather
harshly to this good
lady's valid concerns.
I'll not be lectured to by someone who
doesn't understand how
we scrape by down here.
But I do. That's why I'm here.
I'm here to better your lives
and your children's lives.
We are all accountable
in the eyes of the Lord.
Whoever stops his ears
at the cry of the poor,
he will also cry out,
but shall not be heard.
You think the Lord cares
about what happens to us?
We'll use this for tinder.
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Sir!
I will not have you speaking
this way in front of a lady.
Pastor.
Oh, you won't, huh?
Am I not speaking to a lady?
Pastor, let us leave here at once!
Listen to your wench.
I know you, who you come from.
Your father's hunting
grounds are closed for good.
- [GRUNTING]
- Pastor!
Ah!
Please, please stop this! Stop this!
[STABBING] Leave the
judgment to God and the Widow.
- [GRUNTING]
- [GROANING]
- [GASPING SOFTLY]
- Pastor, are you alright?
- Ah..
- Pastor?! [REGINA GASPING]
Pastor. [GROANING]
Pastor! Pastor! Please help!!!
Someone please! No. [SOBBING] Help!
Reopening a closed case
is a very difficult and lengthy process,
as I'm sure you can well imagine.
And I can't do that
without ironclad evidence.
- I understand.
- Good.
Then you must understand
the predicament that I'm in.
I believe you about Margaret Mehar.
But I don't matter. It's the
Attorney General who matters.
And if I'm going to ask
him to reopen this case
and charge the richest and most
powerful man in this city
I need your help.
I need proof that Basil killed her.
I wasn't present when the
murder actually happened.
Margaret's body was delivered to me.
Afterwards.
Arranged with Basil.
And Georges Rondeau?
Where does he fit into all this?
As far as I know, he's like myself
an accessory to the crime.
And I can count on you to profess
all this in a court of law?
Doctor, your testimony
is all that I have.
The Widow may spare me
but he won't.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[PANTING]
- Pastor May has been stabbed.
- What?
Are you? Wh-where
is he now? Is he alive?
We we had words with a man and
he stabbed Andrew in the stomach.
Okay, I'll have one of my
officers head to the scene.
No, no! I-I don't care!
He needs Dr. Israel!
If he was stabbed in the
stomach, it could be very bad.
- You need to release her now.
- Mrs. Simcoe, I cannot just
This is life and death! She is the
best surgeon in this entire city.
Please let me go to him.
Let me do something good for once.
I need to locate the pancreas.
Palpate the splenic artery,
then clamp it off so I can find
the source of all this blood.
There you are, you little bastard.
Okay. I need you to pass
me that clamp right there.
Pass me that clamp right
there. On the left. Other left.
- Should I be getting you a nurse?
- No, I got it from here.
But this is gonna take hours,
Detective, so do what you need to do.
- I'll be here when you get back.
- [KENNETH SIGHING]
[BASIL GROWLING]
Let me the fuck out of here!
Yes, because that's going to work.
But if it doesn't, try it
again, this time louder.
Fuck you, you backstabbing invert!
Backstabbing? I did nothing of the sort.
Oh, he told me! You said
you think I killed Margaret.
You did.
You did kill her.
And because of that, we are all fucked.
You keep your pretty mouth shut.
You understand? You do as I say.
Oh or what?
Or you will be reunited with
your ball-biting love, Terrence,
and get your asses
reamed in hell itself.
One of my favourites. As a thank-you.
The tickets have sold very well.
Oh, well, I have sold out shows
from San Francisco to Marrakech.
- And don't I know it.
- [GEORGES LAUGHING]
So
this parlour trick you do,
messing with people's brains
It's not so crude.
You make them think things do things.
Like that maid,
Margaret, the other night.
Hypnosis. [LAUGHING]
The metaphysical art borne from the
mind of the Persian physician Avicenna,
known by its Arabic
name al-Walm al-Amil
Yes, yes, yes, whatever.
I you to, um
- Hypnotize.
- Margaret again.
This time, I want it to be permanent.
Is that something you can do?
Oh, well
that depends on what
exactly you want done.
If you just want to sleep with her,
it would be easier to make you a tonic.
She won't remember
anything you do. Guaranteed.
It's not that. No, I just
I want to wipe
something from her mind.
Something?
What thing?
Can you do it or not?
There is something I could try
I've been wanting to try.
For a price, of course.
Money is no object.
It might work, but
but it requires taking her to the brink
of death itself and then back again.
She may not survive. Are you
willing to take that chance?
I'm afraid it's her only option.
[GRUNTING]
[CRYING OUT] St-stop it!
[CRYING OUT] Stop it!
- We're just getting started!
- It's time you learn
Ah! Fuck! [GRUNTING]
[EXCLAMATIONS]
Fuck.
I hope the Widow finds you
and turns you inside out,
you classless bourgeois fuck!
[GASPING SOFTLY]
Oh, jeez!
If I don't give him a transfusion
and sew him back up, he will die.
No, pl-please. I beg you.
[BREATH HITCHING] He's innocent.
He's done nothing wrong.
Let me finish.
Then
you can do whatever
it is you came here to do.
[WINCING]
If he thought I let you in
He doesn't have a choice.
I'll make sure Mr. Garvey
knows you didn't either.
[BELL TOLLING]
I turned myself in to the police.
For what I did
to Margaret Mehar.
And one way or another
I will face the
consequences of my actions.
And my testimony
will make sure that those directly
responsible for Margaret's death
hang for it.
[CLATTERING] There.
Done.
[SIGHING]
I can sleep in the surgery on a cot.
I won't go anywhere. You have my word.
Ahem. Except
and I hate to have to
remind you of this, Doctor,
but the Widow is stalking everyone
involved with Margaret Mehar's death.
She paid me a visit
while I was operating.
What? What, she was here
with you?! What'd she do?
She watched me operate
and then she left me
unmolested.
The Widow does not
want me, Superintendent.
How could you possibly know that?
I know that because
though I disrespected
Margaret Mehar's corpse
I am not the one who killed her.
I'd seen Margaret at the Botticellis'.
But once she was dead,
Margaret became
much more interesting.
She was a fresh specimen,
not a rotting corpse,
not old and decrepit.
She was young.
And I wanted to learn everything
I could about human bodies.
I wanted to see all the things
I'd never been able to properly
explore in school,
on corpses I could never afford to buy.
I wanted to see organs
and systems and ligaments.
Her death was a gift for me.
She was mine to unwrap.
I learned things that
made me a better doctor,
but they didn't make me a
better human being. [CUTTING]
I left her body in a public place,
as demanded by Basil,
where it could be discovered.
Her death had to look violent and ugly.
It had to entice the public
to demand justice.
Justice that would end in the
stringing up of an innocent man.
I will do as you ask.
I will testify in the
highest court of the land
that Basil Garvey ordered
the death of Margaret.
It's my duty.
One I should've performed years ago.
- I'll assign a detail to guard you.
- It's not necessary.
To keep the Widow out and you in.
All our fighting proves is that
you're as much of a bastard as I am.
[SIGHING]
Georges
we have to team up if we're
gonna survive The Widow.
We have to be smart, we have to prepare.
We could start by
you fucking untying me.
Tell me something, my old friend.
How do you prepare to fight a ghost?
What the hell are you talking about?
- [FOOTSTEPS]
- It's about bloody time!
You can go. For now. Do not leave town.
I hope you're not offended if
I don't thank you for the stay.
Enough of the niceties.
Get me the hell outta here.
Open the goddamn door!
I think not.
What did you say?
Well, you're a risk,
certain to flee if freed.
I'm a risk if you keep me here.
And you will stay here, in the
best interests of the public,
while I compile a case against you.
One that will see you hanged.
This is now personal.
- I'm just doing my job.
- No, no, I mean
for me
this is now personal for me.
Your threats may have worked
against Superintendent Kashtinsky
Money and ego-stroking
worked on Kashtinsky.
But you?
You won't be satisfied
until I destroy you.
Or until you destroy yourself,
because when word gets out
that you've been wasting time
whacking off to a
12-year-old murder case
while letting two likely
suspects walk free
and the Widow strikes again
you are fucked.
[KNOCKING] Knock-knock-knock.
Please, sister, give me peace.
I pray for God to send me gentle death.
Dry your tears, sister.
I have a present for you which will
ease all of your cruel suffering.
Impossible.
I will never smile again.
Love's arrow has been
plucked from my bosom.
I am deep in the arms of misery.
Ha! Alexi, come.
Ah. Hmm.
- Meet Alexi.
- [VIVIANA LAUGHING SOFTLY]
He's come for a little visit.
I'd like to stay and chat, but
unfortunately, I must be off.
Won't be back until late.
- How late?
- Very late, my dear.
Hmm. Very.
Hmm.
The vest, off.
Ah, not the hat.
You like the Ukrainian steppes?
I would like to tie them up,
and keep you for a very, very long time.
Come here, my darling.
- Hmm.
- Your naiad awaits.
- Mm.
- Mm.
[VIVIANA GIGGLING] [EXCLAIMING]
- [WIDOW]: Margaret!
- [GASPING]
Ah!
It's come to this, has it?
You have a place to go?
No but I have to flee
while Mr. Garvey is in jail.
I may not get another chance.
He's got his heart set on you.
If you leave he will
follow you. That's guaranteed.
And he will find you and
he will be very cross.
The one thing I know
is it's infinitely better
to be loved by Mr. Garvey
than to not be loved by Mr. Garvey.
[GROANING]
[GRUNTING] [PANTING]
[GROANING]
[SCREAMING]
- Ah!
- [GROANING]
[EXCLAIMING]
[CRYING OUT]
[GROANING]
[CRYING OUT]
[SCREAMING]
Wait.
No. No.
No. No. No.
No! No. No, no. Please.
I'll I'll testify. [GASPING]
I'll testify! I'll-I'll
make sure the killers hang!!!
No!!!
[SCREAMING]
[CRACKLING]