Intruders (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Ave Verum Corpus - full transcript
Gary reveals a strange link between his former client and Amy. But just as Jack and Gary start to put the pieces together, their only reliable source is brutally murdered. Meanwhile, Madison arrives in Seattle and threatens an old acquaintance. Richard attempts to conceal his secret continues while handling rising pressure from Rose.
Ave Verum Corpus.
First performed
May 29th, 1791.
How'd you know all that?
I was there that night.
I played in the orchestra.
OZ: The last three weeks,
I've been telling you about
Bill Anderson.
- No!
- Judy
and son Matt lost their lives
when they tried to keep this
from us.
Bill Anderson.
He's an acoustics engineering
professor
at the University
of Washington.
What's this to you?
It's related
to an estate case I'm on
back in Chicago.
Call me Marcus.
You tell them
you're still looking for me.
And when I'm back,
-they'll never see me comin'.
-(GIGGLES)
What is this, Gary?
There's a group of people
who I believe may have
killed Bill Anderson's family.
And I have evidence
that ties your wife, Amy,
to them.
REALTOR: You're gonna
love this place.
The sunsets
while sitting on that porch...
Every day, they're different.
Please, come on in!
Oh...
Wow.
ALISON: (CHUCKLES) Oh...
REALTOR: It is
beautiful, right?
ALISON: Yes!
Madison, you said you wanted
to try piano lessons.
Maybe you could
take some over the summer.
Yes, uh...
Howard Roberts,
three houses down,
is the music teacher
at Seaside High.
ALISON: Perfect.
REALTOR: Let me just
hand you this
so that you can have a look at
what we're talking about here.
(BEGINS PLAYING)
(PLAYING MOZART'S
AVE VERUM CORPUS)
Ripped By mstoll
Happy New Year 2015 - New Year, New Color ;-)
Wow. How many years
has she been playing?
She's never played
a day in her life.
(SCREAMING)
-(MADISON GASPS)
-(THE MAN'S SCREAMS ECHO)
Where is it
you want me to drop you off?
I just want to go home.
Where's that at?
I don't...
I can't...
The man makes me not remember.
This book they gave me
is shit.
Know what, bro? Here's good.
I'll find it.
It's around here somewhere.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
GARY: I told you my interest
in the Anderson murders
came from an estate
I represented.
A client of my Chicago law firm,
who lives here in Seattle,
Joseph Cranfield.
Never heard of him.
Cranfield was tied for 308
on Forbes' list of
the world's billionaires.
Self-made.
You ever wonder how
some people just seem...
Born ready?
From the minute
they drop out of the womb,
it's like they just seem
to know how it all works.
Like this isn't new to them
at all,
and they never stumble
like we do?
That is Joe Cranfield.
As an initiation rite,
the partners sent me out here
in Seattle to handle
some small matter
he wanted dealt with.
The truth is,
they were ail afraid of him.
I was, too,
but I had no choice.
The next 15 years,
when Cranfield
wants something done,
he asks for me, and only me.
So how much of what
he has you do is illegal?
None. Zero.
In all that time,
nothing ever illegal,
nothing weird...
Till about a year ago.
Out of nowhere,
one of the healthiest men
I knew
had me start dissolving
and disbursing his fortune,
so on the day he dies,
it'll all be gone.
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ)
NEWSREEL ANNOUNCER:
On August 6th, 1931,
Leon Bismark
"Bix" Beiderbecke,
one of the jazz era's
most influential musicians,
was found dead
in his Queens apartment
at the age of only 28.
The official cause of death
was lobar pneumonia,
but fellow musicians
knew it was Bix's
acute addiction
to prohibition liquor
that allowed death
to steal this legend
from jazz fans forever.
Not forever.
Soon.
(SOBBING) Ow!
(RAGGED BREATHING)
-(DISTORTED JAZZ)
-(CRACKLING SCREEN)
(SILENCE FALLS)
(POKER CLANGS)
GARY: When Cranfield dies,
each of his kids,
four of them, gets a billion.
So does his wife.
Even his
great-great-grandchildren,
they're all set for life.
The rest of Cranfield's money,
nearly $6 billion,
is deposited into the account
of an obscure
hundred-year-old charity
based in London, called
the Psychomancy Trust.
One hour after his death.
That'll be it for
Joseph Cranfield's fortune.
Except for
two outstanding matters.
First, one weirdo beneficiary
who refuses to cash a check
for $10 million,
and keeps sending it
back to me.
Bill Anderson.
That's right. How'd you know?
Well, you drove
down to my house
so I'd help you with Anderson.
I didn't really
come to see you
about Anderson, Jack.
I came because I knew
it would all
lead to your wife.
This is about Amy.
The only property
Cranfield put in trust
is that building.
That building?
This is where Amy was
when she said she was home.
(QUIET BACKGROUND CHATTER)
(EXHALES WEARILY)
Crane...
Crane!
Alison.
(ALISON'S LAUGHTER ECHOES)
(EXHALES)
MADISON: "There are places
on Earth
"where it is easier to cross
from the living to the dead,
"and back again."
MADISON AND MARCUS:
"The world has many such..."
MARCUS: "Crossing places."
(KNOCKS)
Took me months,
but I found out that,
since the Seattle fire
of 1889,
this building has been
in the Crane family.
Todd Crane?
The partner at Amy's firm?
The Crane family
have been trustees
on the board of what charity
for the last 150 years?
The one that Cranfield gave
10% of his fortune to,
the... Sicko...
The Psychomancy Trust.
The Psychomancy Trust
goes back 200, 300 years.
The charity actually leases
the building from Crane.
The building has
three trustees.
The primary is Todd Crane.
The second
is a guy named Marcus Fox.
He's a business associate
of Joe Cranfield
who vanished nine years ago.
The last trustee
is Joseph Cranfield,
until, upon his death,
his protege
becomes the third trustee.
Where the hell is everybody?
Is this place
completely empty?
GARY: It's weird, right?
At first, I thought
it was a front for something,
but that didn't add up.
Then I found the connection
to your wife.
Didn't put it together
for a while, Jack.
Didn't know her maiden name.
Amy Dyer...
ls married to you.
(SCOFFS)
She's a lawyer, Gary.
At a big firm in a big city
where Cranfield is a big shot.
Joseph Cranfield had factories
in the US, China, India.
He had farms in Brazil.
Homes, buildings,
all over the world,
and this is the only one
he'll own after he's dead,
and your wife is a trustee.
She lied to you
about being here.
Why would she come clean
on a phone call?
You calling my wife a liar?
Oh, come on, Jack.
I just want to know why someone
wanted Bill Anderson dead
and why his family was killed.
Text me the photographs
and everything you have
on Bill Anderson.
And then...
Don't do anything.
Don't call me.
Stay the hell away from me.
Hell, you can even
go back to Chicago,
if you want.
(PAYPHONE RINGS)
(MOBILE BUZZING)
Hello.
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY PLAYS OVER MOBILE)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hello?
Hello?
Who is this?
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
A part-time friend.
Which part am I talking to?
Drop what you're doing.
Only reason to go
in that house
is to see what
it would be like
if it happens to you.
Why don't you tell me to stop
to my face?
How about we meet?
Do you want to end up
like Bill Anderson's family?
You've been warned.
Oh, yeah? Well...
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Hello?
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(BOARDS CREAKING)
Hands on your head!
Interlace your fingers.
(MOBILE BUZZES)
Tsk. (GRUMBLES)
Yeah.
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
This is going to be
a very bad call for you.
Aren't they all, lately?
What the hell
have you been doing?
Not what I told you.
Not what I told you, Richard.
Haven't you tuned in
to Oz Turner's radio show?
Nothing but guest hosts,
forever.
Bill Anderson.
(SCOFFS)
I told you in the first place
that Anderson
was nothing to worry about.
Why even kill him?
The old man's
gonna be dead soon.
Anderson's still in Seattle.
Frank Shepherd saw him.
Well, let Frank
finish the job!
If he is nothing,
then why is Jack Whelan
looking for Anderson?
Do your job, Richard.
All right, Rose.
I'll do my job.
(MOBILE HITS FLOOR)
I'll have eggs over-easy.
Corned beef hash. Coffee.
Coming right up.
Alison... Alison...
"Mariners beat the Rangers.
5-3."
Five-three...
"Mariners beat the Rangers.
5-3."
Five-oh-three...
Five-oh-three. Five-oh-three!
(SHOUTS) Five-oh-three!
That calls Alison!
Five-oh-three! Five-oh-three!
That calls my mum!
(PANTING)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello?
(ANXIOUSLY) Hello?
MADISON: Alison?
Madison? Madison?
Alison? Alison?
Madison! Wh... (SOBBING)
Where are... Where are you?
Where are you?
Madison! Where are you?
I want my mum.
I want my mum so bad!
The man inside won't let me!
He wants to see
some man named Crane!
I want to go home!
Help me get home!
Help me get home!
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY BLARES)
Madison!
- Baby!
-Madison, where are you?
(ALISON SOBBING)
Baby, where are you?
Baby!
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
Always nice to get a visit
from one of LA's finest.
"Finest" what?
I retired from LAPD.
"Retired," huh?
Maybe more like
asked to leave?
Retired.
To write books.
You're a regular
Joseph Wambaugh, huh?
Did I make fun of your tie?
Not till just then.
Writing a book
about the Andersons?
No. No. It's a sad story.
I, I want to make some money.
You know... Happy stories.
You think he did it? Anderson?
You're not one of those
conspiracy kooks?
"Friends of Oz Turner“?
Like that, uh, Tim Truth?
Who?
Late-night radio talk show,
conspiracies and paranormal.
Why would you think
I was one of those guys?
Tim Truth
and his amateur sleuths
are wreaking havoc
on my investigation.
Exchanging information
every night
on sightings of Anderson.
Wait. So they exchange
information on the radio?
Yeah, they're all wackos.
Who knows
what they're talking about?
They might as well be
talking in code to each other,
they're so out there.
If Anderson's alive,
he must be
following that shit,
'cause I can't get a lead
on the guy.
You think
he's, um, he's still alive?
You don't think he maybe...
Killed himself, maybe?
Not with a $60,000 insurance
policy to collect on his wife.
He already turned down
a $10-million bequest
from some rich benefactor.
Where'd you get that?
LA's finest.
Your lawyer friend tell you?
How do you know about him?
Seattle's finest.
(LAUGHING)
And... He showed up
to make your bail.
Oh, well.
You know, the suits in LA
usually use that as a way
of saying "you can go."
Find your wife?
I know you were up here
looking for her.
Well, then you know
I found her.
I hope you weren't
by any chance looking for her
the way you went lookin'
for those guys you killed
in Los Angeles.
I hope.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Hey.
(EXHALES WEARILY)
Thanks for getting me out
of here, man. Appreciate it.
Yeah, don't
mention it.
You know, that detective
he just gave me an idea
on how we could, uh,
reach out to Anderson.
Trouble is, he may be
long gone or long dead,
or never hear it, so...
Who's the one
person we know
who could tell us
about him?
- Joseph Cranfield.
-That's right.
He trusts you,
doesn't he?
If he wanted me to know
about the trustees, Jack,
he would have
just told me.
Just call him.
Ask him what
he wants you
to do with
the Anderson money.
Just call him.
Do it. Do it now.
Go ahead.
(RELUCTANT SIGH)
(DIALING)
(RINGING)
Hello?
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY BLARES)
(STAMMERS) Hello?
(WARBLING INCREASES)
(WARBLING CONTINUES)
(PHONE RINGING)
What is it?
I'm on my way out.
DANIELLA: I'm sorry
to bother you, Mr. Crane,
but reception
just let somebody up here
from your daughter's school,
and they're demanding
to talk to you.
Hey! Come back here!
You can't just...
Hi.
Long time, no see, Toddie.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Crane, I tried...
It's okay, Daniella.
It's fine.
Come have a seat.
(GRUNTING)
So what's your name?
Madison.
Can you believe that?
And you go to school
with my daughter, Meadow?
Never met her.
I thought you told
the people downstairs...
Is this her?
Is that Meadow?
Yeah.
She hasn't sprouted yet.
That's just the way
I like them.
Soft...
Smooth...
With just a hint
of a breast bud
on the horizon.
I'm nine.
See? No boobs yet
either, Todd.
Is this a joke?
Is someone
making you do this?
I told that piece-of-ass
assistant of yours
that me and your daughter
are in the same class.
She bought it.
You doin' her?
I'm so sorry!
I didn't mean to say that!
Oh! Ow!
(GASPING)
Ow! Ow!
(GROANING)
So, limp dick.
There's some shit
I need from you.
You, um...
You need to go.
Um, let me call your parents.
You put that goddamn
phone down,
or I'll start
screaming rape!
I want to talk to Cranfield.
I don't know Joe Cranfield.
I mean, I know who he is,
but I don't...
Knock it off, Todd!
I know you're kind of
a civilian in all this,
but you're all I got.
This stupid book
they gave me...
I mean, there's a picture
of the building,
but no map!
And there's this kid inside me
that won't go down quietly.
She just keeps on crying
for her mother.
Listen.
I'll make this easy
on both of us.
I need Cranfield.
And don't play like
you don't know him,
'cause that's bullshit
that I don't have time for!
(STAMMERING NERVOUSLY)
I don't know how you know
about Mr. Cranfield,
but I'm not in touch with him.
Bullshit, Todd!
His time must almost be up!
Mr. Cranfield...
Is very sick...
Marcus.
So whatever you want with him,
you're not gonna get...
And whatever you think
you can get from me,
you've gotten.
- Now it's time to go.
-How sick?
Wait a minute.
Okay. Who's next?
They got rid of me?
Not Rose.
Todd.
Was Rose triggered?
(HUFFING)
Daniella, get security
in here, please.
Let go of me!
Stop touching me!
Why are you
being so mean?
Stop touching me!
He touched me!
He tried to hurt me!
Just call child services
or get her mother.
Just get her
out of my office.
Help me! He put
his tongue in my mouth!
The kid is schizophrenic
or bipolar!
Get her to a psych ward. Now.
Wait, wait. My bag.
Hey, Todd.
What goes around,
comes around.
(DIALING)
(BEEPING)
This is Todd Crane,
and I need to speak to Rose.
It's urgent.
Intensely urgent.
We have a problem we thought we
were never gonna have again.
TIM TRUTH: Welcome back,
true soldiers of truth.
Tim Truth, carrying on
the tradition for Oz Turner.
Coming to you live from the
Oz Turner Broadcast Center.
Never forget.
Tonight's topic,
as it has been
since his cowardly murder,
is our fallen brother,
Oz Turner.
Together, we will find
who did this to him
and Bill Anderson's family.
If you're out there
listening, Bill,
know that you're not alone,
we're with you.
(SHUTS RADIO OFF)
GARY: I don't know
about this, Jack.
Cranfield is not
the type of person
you can just drop in on.
So what's the worst
that can happen?
They ask us to leave?
Big deal. Go ahead.
All right.
All right,
all right.
(PUNCHING CODES
ON SECURITY PANEL)
(GATE HYDRAULICS HUMMING)
All right.
Here we go.
What's going on
with this guy?
Hi. Gary Fischer.
I'm an attorney
for Mr. Cranfield.
Sorry, Mr. Fischer, tonight's
occasion is invitation only.
I'm going to
have to ask you
to turn
the vehicle around
and leave
the premises.
Immediately.
Thank you.
What the hell
was that all about?
I don't know.
- Can we get around back through those woods?
-Can I do what?
- Pull over.
-What?
- Pull over.
-This is not very smart, Jack. Bad idea.
Jack, what are you doing, man?
Shit!
-(HUSHED) What are they doing?
-I don't know.
Can you see?
Right...
Let's see
if this works.
Here you go.
What is that?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Shit.
That's Cranfield!
Amy?
Oh! We gotta go.
We gotta go!
Come on!
Shit!
(GRUNTING)
(ENGINE FIRING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
Jesus! What the hell was that?
- I don't know.
-Was that a funeral?
- I don't know!
-Some kind of goddamned funeral?
- How the hell would I know?
-Why don't you know?
If I knew, I would tell you!
Jack, I don't know!
- You told me all about the whole goddamned thing!
-I don't know!
Why was my wife there?
- I don't know! I don't know!
-Why was Amy there?
What was she doing there,
Gary?
- Shut up!
-God damn it!
- You're not helping!
-Stop this car! Stop the goddamned car!
God damn it!
- Shit!
-Jesus!
Keep it together, man!
- Did you see that back there?
-You know that I did!
Look, I'm scared, too, man!
My wife was
at that, that...
Whatever that was!
Was it,
was it a funeral?
Hope it was a funeral, Jack.
Hope they weren't euthanizing
or murdering the old man.
She's been, uh...
She's been not herself.
She's been acting weird,
all kinds of crazy shit.
But that, that...
Was...
Yeah, I'm scared. I'm scared
that my life as I know it is over.
Mr. Cranfield...
Jesus, man.
Where the hell are we gonna
get answers from now, Jack?
There's still Bill Anderson.
We've gone late,
like we always do.
Bill Anderson,
if you're listening,
stay strong, brother.
We're here for you, brother.
You sure Anderson'll be able
to crack this code you made up?
Sure. It's a simple
transposition code.
When I was on probation
at LAPD,
I worked radio encryption.
Tactical and narcotics
use it quite a bit.
Now, Anderson's
an acoustic engineer,
so he should be able
to recognise
how these numbers correspond
to a time and place.
He'll know it's for him
without saying his name?
Yeah, there's
personalized
information in there
that only he would know.
Like the serial number
of a machine he was building
in the basement.
TIM: The number to call
is 1-800-555-0192.
Next caller. Never forget.
JACK: Yes, Tim.
Never forget.
Serial number G-M-6-7...
5-0-9...
1-5-1...
2-6-5-0.
E-U-C-P...
I-H-O-G.
23...
Point-14 hertz.
3-6-0-8-8-8-3-7-5-9.
(TIM TRUTH LAUGHING)
Are the encryption hackers
picking up their pencils,
goin' old-school
all over the west coast
right now, or what?
- Thank you, soldier.
-Let's hope it works.
Let me tell you, though,
brother,
this had better not be
some soldier
for the New World Order,
using Oz Turner's broadcast
to disseminate
encrypted information.
(CHUCKLING)
Just sayin'.
Yeah.
Thank you.
That's him.
Here we go.
Very nice double-transposition
encryption you devised.
The key number
nearly eluded me, but...
It certainly intrigued me
enough to risk meeting you.
First of all, Bill, we both know
you didn't do what you're accused of doing.
Why didn't you take
Cranfield's money?
How do you know
about that?
That's what convinced
me to meet you,
mentioning Cranfield
in your code.
I'm the guy you kept
sending the check back to.
I'm Jack Whelan.
This is Gary Fischer.
He wanted me
to cease my research.
I could accept the money on the
sole condition that I end it,
that if I accepted the money and kept
working, there would be consequences,
and that, between the lines,
I'd better accept the money.
There were no conditions.
I never made
any demands on you.
(STAMMERING) What
were you working on?
Sound.
Infrasonics.
(WARBLING)
Very low frequencies.
-(CRACKING)
-(POPPING)
Most people have been looking
at 18 hertz,
but I experiment at 19.
There are sounds
which affect the human being.
The roar of an alligator,
an earthquake,
hurricanes
all exist
within the 19-hertz range.
Infrasonics.
Not heard...
But felt.
It may allow us a glimpse
into natural phenomena
that the human being is not
intended to see
or hear.
What things? What...
What are you talking about?
What were you building, Bill?
Do you believe in ghosts?
I made a ghost machine.
I know...
It sounds goofy,
it needs a better name...
But that's what it is.
A device that sees ghosts.
Get down. Get down!
(CROWD PANICKING)
911!
Gary, 911!
- Come on, come on, come on!
-Qu... Qu... Qui Reverti.
(GURGLING)
No! No! No!
No! God damn it!
DISPATCHER: 911. State
the nature of your emergency.
Police, fire, or ambulance?
Please state the nature
of your emergency.
SHEPHERD: Someone helped
Marcus Fox return.
Tell me it wasn't you.
JACK: How many bodies
are under here ?
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
10:00 a.m., pier nine.
- Rose Gilchrist?
-She stays at this hotel, across the hall.
JACK: She sent
someone to have me killed.
Your daughter has just
barged through my front door.
She has been
missing for a week!
- Oh, my God.
- Where are you?
- What happened, man?
- GARY: Bill Anderson happened.
And that machine
he was working on.
(WARBLING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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Happy New Year 2015 - New Year, New Color ;-)
First performed
May 29th, 1791.
How'd you know all that?
I was there that night.
I played in the orchestra.
OZ: The last three weeks,
I've been telling you about
Bill Anderson.
- No!
- Judy
and son Matt lost their lives
when they tried to keep this
from us.
Bill Anderson.
He's an acoustics engineering
professor
at the University
of Washington.
What's this to you?
It's related
to an estate case I'm on
back in Chicago.
Call me Marcus.
You tell them
you're still looking for me.
And when I'm back,
-they'll never see me comin'.
-(GIGGLES)
What is this, Gary?
There's a group of people
who I believe may have
killed Bill Anderson's family.
And I have evidence
that ties your wife, Amy,
to them.
REALTOR: You're gonna
love this place.
The sunsets
while sitting on that porch...
Every day, they're different.
Please, come on in!
Oh...
Wow.
ALISON: (CHUCKLES) Oh...
REALTOR: It is
beautiful, right?
ALISON: Yes!
Madison, you said you wanted
to try piano lessons.
Maybe you could
take some over the summer.
Yes, uh...
Howard Roberts,
three houses down,
is the music teacher
at Seaside High.
ALISON: Perfect.
REALTOR: Let me just
hand you this
so that you can have a look at
what we're talking about here.
(BEGINS PLAYING)
(PLAYING MOZART'S
AVE VERUM CORPUS)
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Happy New Year 2015 - New Year, New Color ;-)
Wow. How many years
has she been playing?
She's never played
a day in her life.
(SCREAMING)
-(MADISON GASPS)
-(THE MAN'S SCREAMS ECHO)
Where is it
you want me to drop you off?
I just want to go home.
Where's that at?
I don't...
I can't...
The man makes me not remember.
This book they gave me
is shit.
Know what, bro? Here's good.
I'll find it.
It's around here somewhere.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
GARY: I told you my interest
in the Anderson murders
came from an estate
I represented.
A client of my Chicago law firm,
who lives here in Seattle,
Joseph Cranfield.
Never heard of him.
Cranfield was tied for 308
on Forbes' list of
the world's billionaires.
Self-made.
You ever wonder how
some people just seem...
Born ready?
From the minute
they drop out of the womb,
it's like they just seem
to know how it all works.
Like this isn't new to them
at all,
and they never stumble
like we do?
That is Joe Cranfield.
As an initiation rite,
the partners sent me out here
in Seattle to handle
some small matter
he wanted dealt with.
The truth is,
they were ail afraid of him.
I was, too,
but I had no choice.
The next 15 years,
when Cranfield
wants something done,
he asks for me, and only me.
So how much of what
he has you do is illegal?
None. Zero.
In all that time,
nothing ever illegal,
nothing weird...
Till about a year ago.
Out of nowhere,
one of the healthiest men
I knew
had me start dissolving
and disbursing his fortune,
so on the day he dies,
it'll all be gone.
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ)
NEWSREEL ANNOUNCER:
On August 6th, 1931,
Leon Bismark
"Bix" Beiderbecke,
one of the jazz era's
most influential musicians,
was found dead
in his Queens apartment
at the age of only 28.
The official cause of death
was lobar pneumonia,
but fellow musicians
knew it was Bix's
acute addiction
to prohibition liquor
that allowed death
to steal this legend
from jazz fans forever.
Not forever.
Soon.
(SOBBING) Ow!
(RAGGED BREATHING)
-(DISTORTED JAZZ)
-(CRACKLING SCREEN)
(SILENCE FALLS)
(POKER CLANGS)
GARY: When Cranfield dies,
each of his kids,
four of them, gets a billion.
So does his wife.
Even his
great-great-grandchildren,
they're all set for life.
The rest of Cranfield's money,
nearly $6 billion,
is deposited into the account
of an obscure
hundred-year-old charity
based in London, called
the Psychomancy Trust.
One hour after his death.
That'll be it for
Joseph Cranfield's fortune.
Except for
two outstanding matters.
First, one weirdo beneficiary
who refuses to cash a check
for $10 million,
and keeps sending it
back to me.
Bill Anderson.
That's right. How'd you know?
Well, you drove
down to my house
so I'd help you with Anderson.
I didn't really
come to see you
about Anderson, Jack.
I came because I knew
it would all
lead to your wife.
This is about Amy.
The only property
Cranfield put in trust
is that building.
That building?
This is where Amy was
when she said she was home.
(QUIET BACKGROUND CHATTER)
(EXHALES WEARILY)
Crane...
Crane!
Alison.
(ALISON'S LAUGHTER ECHOES)
(EXHALES)
MADISON: "There are places
on Earth
"where it is easier to cross
from the living to the dead,
"and back again."
MADISON AND MARCUS:
"The world has many such..."
MARCUS: "Crossing places."
(KNOCKS)
Took me months,
but I found out that,
since the Seattle fire
of 1889,
this building has been
in the Crane family.
Todd Crane?
The partner at Amy's firm?
The Crane family
have been trustees
on the board of what charity
for the last 150 years?
The one that Cranfield gave
10% of his fortune to,
the... Sicko...
The Psychomancy Trust.
The Psychomancy Trust
goes back 200, 300 years.
The charity actually leases
the building from Crane.
The building has
three trustees.
The primary is Todd Crane.
The second
is a guy named Marcus Fox.
He's a business associate
of Joe Cranfield
who vanished nine years ago.
The last trustee
is Joseph Cranfield,
until, upon his death,
his protege
becomes the third trustee.
Where the hell is everybody?
Is this place
completely empty?
GARY: It's weird, right?
At first, I thought
it was a front for something,
but that didn't add up.
Then I found the connection
to your wife.
Didn't put it together
for a while, Jack.
Didn't know her maiden name.
Amy Dyer...
ls married to you.
(SCOFFS)
She's a lawyer, Gary.
At a big firm in a big city
where Cranfield is a big shot.
Joseph Cranfield had factories
in the US, China, India.
He had farms in Brazil.
Homes, buildings,
all over the world,
and this is the only one
he'll own after he's dead,
and your wife is a trustee.
She lied to you
about being here.
Why would she come clean
on a phone call?
You calling my wife a liar?
Oh, come on, Jack.
I just want to know why someone
wanted Bill Anderson dead
and why his family was killed.
Text me the photographs
and everything you have
on Bill Anderson.
And then...
Don't do anything.
Don't call me.
Stay the hell away from me.
Hell, you can even
go back to Chicago,
if you want.
(PAYPHONE RINGS)
(MOBILE BUZZING)
Hello.
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY PLAYS OVER MOBILE)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hello?
Hello?
Who is this?
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
A part-time friend.
Which part am I talking to?
Drop what you're doing.
Only reason to go
in that house
is to see what
it would be like
if it happens to you.
Why don't you tell me to stop
to my face?
How about we meet?
Do you want to end up
like Bill Anderson's family?
You've been warned.
Oh, yeah? Well...
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Hello?
(SHUTTER SNAPS)
(BOARDS CREAKING)
Hands on your head!
Interlace your fingers.
(MOBILE BUZZES)
Tsk. (GRUMBLES)
Yeah.
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
This is going to be
a very bad call for you.
Aren't they all, lately?
What the hell
have you been doing?
Not what I told you.
Not what I told you, Richard.
Haven't you tuned in
to Oz Turner's radio show?
Nothing but guest hosts,
forever.
Bill Anderson.
(SCOFFS)
I told you in the first place
that Anderson
was nothing to worry about.
Why even kill him?
The old man's
gonna be dead soon.
Anderson's still in Seattle.
Frank Shepherd saw him.
Well, let Frank
finish the job!
If he is nothing,
then why is Jack Whelan
looking for Anderson?
Do your job, Richard.
All right, Rose.
I'll do my job.
(MOBILE HITS FLOOR)
I'll have eggs over-easy.
Corned beef hash. Coffee.
Coming right up.
Alison... Alison...
"Mariners beat the Rangers.
5-3."
Five-three...
"Mariners beat the Rangers.
5-3."
Five-oh-three...
Five-oh-three. Five-oh-three!
(SHOUTS) Five-oh-three!
That calls Alison!
Five-oh-three! Five-oh-three!
That calls my mum!
(PANTING)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello?
(ANXIOUSLY) Hello?
MADISON: Alison?
Madison? Madison?
Alison? Alison?
Madison! Wh... (SOBBING)
Where are... Where are you?
Where are you?
Madison! Where are you?
I want my mum.
I want my mum so bad!
The man inside won't let me!
He wants to see
some man named Crane!
I want to go home!
Help me get home!
Help me get home!
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY BLARES)
Madison!
- Baby!
-Madison, where are you?
(ALISON SOBBING)
Baby, where are you?
Baby!
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
Always nice to get a visit
from one of LA's finest.
"Finest" what?
I retired from LAPD.
"Retired," huh?
Maybe more like
asked to leave?
Retired.
To write books.
You're a regular
Joseph Wambaugh, huh?
Did I make fun of your tie?
Not till just then.
Writing a book
about the Andersons?
No. No. It's a sad story.
I, I want to make some money.
You know... Happy stories.
You think he did it? Anderson?
You're not one of those
conspiracy kooks?
"Friends of Oz Turner“?
Like that, uh, Tim Truth?
Who?
Late-night radio talk show,
conspiracies and paranormal.
Why would you think
I was one of those guys?
Tim Truth
and his amateur sleuths
are wreaking havoc
on my investigation.
Exchanging information
every night
on sightings of Anderson.
Wait. So they exchange
information on the radio?
Yeah, they're all wackos.
Who knows
what they're talking about?
They might as well be
talking in code to each other,
they're so out there.
If Anderson's alive,
he must be
following that shit,
'cause I can't get a lead
on the guy.
You think
he's, um, he's still alive?
You don't think he maybe...
Killed himself, maybe?
Not with a $60,000 insurance
policy to collect on his wife.
He already turned down
a $10-million bequest
from some rich benefactor.
Where'd you get that?
LA's finest.
Your lawyer friend tell you?
How do you know about him?
Seattle's finest.
(LAUGHING)
And... He showed up
to make your bail.
Oh, well.
You know, the suits in LA
usually use that as a way
of saying "you can go."
Find your wife?
I know you were up here
looking for her.
Well, then you know
I found her.
I hope you weren't
by any chance looking for her
the way you went lookin'
for those guys you killed
in Los Angeles.
I hope.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Hey.
(EXHALES WEARILY)
Thanks for getting me out
of here, man. Appreciate it.
Yeah, don't
mention it.
You know, that detective
he just gave me an idea
on how we could, uh,
reach out to Anderson.
Trouble is, he may be
long gone or long dead,
or never hear it, so...
Who's the one
person we know
who could tell us
about him?
- Joseph Cranfield.
-That's right.
He trusts you,
doesn't he?
If he wanted me to know
about the trustees, Jack,
he would have
just told me.
Just call him.
Ask him what
he wants you
to do with
the Anderson money.
Just call him.
Do it. Do it now.
Go ahead.
(RELUCTANT SIGH)
(DIALING)
(RINGING)
Hello?
(WARBLING OTHERWORLDLY
FREQUENCY BLARES)
(STAMMERS) Hello?
(WARBLING INCREASES)
(WARBLING CONTINUES)
(PHONE RINGING)
What is it?
I'm on my way out.
DANIELLA: I'm sorry
to bother you, Mr. Crane,
but reception
just let somebody up here
from your daughter's school,
and they're demanding
to talk to you.
Hey! Come back here!
You can't just...
Hi.
Long time, no see, Toddie.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Crane, I tried...
It's okay, Daniella.
It's fine.
Come have a seat.
(GRUNTING)
So what's your name?
Madison.
Can you believe that?
And you go to school
with my daughter, Meadow?
Never met her.
I thought you told
the people downstairs...
Is this her?
Is that Meadow?
Yeah.
She hasn't sprouted yet.
That's just the way
I like them.
Soft...
Smooth...
With just a hint
of a breast bud
on the horizon.
I'm nine.
See? No boobs yet
either, Todd.
Is this a joke?
Is someone
making you do this?
I told that piece-of-ass
assistant of yours
that me and your daughter
are in the same class.
She bought it.
You doin' her?
I'm so sorry!
I didn't mean to say that!
Oh! Ow!
(GASPING)
Ow! Ow!
(GROANING)
So, limp dick.
There's some shit
I need from you.
You, um...
You need to go.
Um, let me call your parents.
You put that goddamn
phone down,
or I'll start
screaming rape!
I want to talk to Cranfield.
I don't know Joe Cranfield.
I mean, I know who he is,
but I don't...
Knock it off, Todd!
I know you're kind of
a civilian in all this,
but you're all I got.
This stupid book
they gave me...
I mean, there's a picture
of the building,
but no map!
And there's this kid inside me
that won't go down quietly.
She just keeps on crying
for her mother.
Listen.
I'll make this easy
on both of us.
I need Cranfield.
And don't play like
you don't know him,
'cause that's bullshit
that I don't have time for!
(STAMMERING NERVOUSLY)
I don't know how you know
about Mr. Cranfield,
but I'm not in touch with him.
Bullshit, Todd!
His time must almost be up!
Mr. Cranfield...
Is very sick...
Marcus.
So whatever you want with him,
you're not gonna get...
And whatever you think
you can get from me,
you've gotten.
- Now it's time to go.
-How sick?
Wait a minute.
Okay. Who's next?
They got rid of me?
Not Rose.
Todd.
Was Rose triggered?
(HUFFING)
Daniella, get security
in here, please.
Let go of me!
Stop touching me!
Why are you
being so mean?
Stop touching me!
He touched me!
He tried to hurt me!
Just call child services
or get her mother.
Just get her
out of my office.
Help me! He put
his tongue in my mouth!
The kid is schizophrenic
or bipolar!
Get her to a psych ward. Now.
Wait, wait. My bag.
Hey, Todd.
What goes around,
comes around.
(DIALING)
(BEEPING)
This is Todd Crane,
and I need to speak to Rose.
It's urgent.
Intensely urgent.
We have a problem we thought we
were never gonna have again.
TIM TRUTH: Welcome back,
true soldiers of truth.
Tim Truth, carrying on
the tradition for Oz Turner.
Coming to you live from the
Oz Turner Broadcast Center.
Never forget.
Tonight's topic,
as it has been
since his cowardly murder,
is our fallen brother,
Oz Turner.
Together, we will find
who did this to him
and Bill Anderson's family.
If you're out there
listening, Bill,
know that you're not alone,
we're with you.
(SHUTS RADIO OFF)
GARY: I don't know
about this, Jack.
Cranfield is not
the type of person
you can just drop in on.
So what's the worst
that can happen?
They ask us to leave?
Big deal. Go ahead.
All right.
All right,
all right.
(PUNCHING CODES
ON SECURITY PANEL)
(GATE HYDRAULICS HUMMING)
All right.
Here we go.
What's going on
with this guy?
Hi. Gary Fischer.
I'm an attorney
for Mr. Cranfield.
Sorry, Mr. Fischer, tonight's
occasion is invitation only.
I'm going to
have to ask you
to turn
the vehicle around
and leave
the premises.
Immediately.
Thank you.
What the hell
was that all about?
I don't know.
- Can we get around back through those woods?
-Can I do what?
- Pull over.
-What?
- Pull over.
-This is not very smart, Jack. Bad idea.
Jack, what are you doing, man?
Shit!
-(HUSHED) What are they doing?
-I don't know.
Can you see?
Right...
Let's see
if this works.
Here you go.
What is that?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Shit.
That's Cranfield!
Amy?
Oh! We gotta go.
We gotta go!
Come on!
Shit!
(GRUNTING)
(ENGINE FIRING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
Jesus! What the hell was that?
- I don't know.
-Was that a funeral?
- I don't know!
-Some kind of goddamned funeral?
- How the hell would I know?
-Why don't you know?
If I knew, I would tell you!
Jack, I don't know!
- You told me all about the whole goddamned thing!
-I don't know!
Why was my wife there?
- I don't know! I don't know!
-Why was Amy there?
What was she doing there,
Gary?
- Shut up!
-God damn it!
- You're not helping!
-Stop this car! Stop the goddamned car!
God damn it!
- Shit!
-Jesus!
Keep it together, man!
- Did you see that back there?
-You know that I did!
Look, I'm scared, too, man!
My wife was
at that, that...
Whatever that was!
Was it,
was it a funeral?
Hope it was a funeral, Jack.
Hope they weren't euthanizing
or murdering the old man.
She's been, uh...
She's been not herself.
She's been acting weird,
all kinds of crazy shit.
But that, that...
Was...
Yeah, I'm scared. I'm scared
that my life as I know it is over.
Mr. Cranfield...
Jesus, man.
Where the hell are we gonna
get answers from now, Jack?
There's still Bill Anderson.
We've gone late,
like we always do.
Bill Anderson,
if you're listening,
stay strong, brother.
We're here for you, brother.
You sure Anderson'll be able
to crack this code you made up?
Sure. It's a simple
transposition code.
When I was on probation
at LAPD,
I worked radio encryption.
Tactical and narcotics
use it quite a bit.
Now, Anderson's
an acoustic engineer,
so he should be able
to recognise
how these numbers correspond
to a time and place.
He'll know it's for him
without saying his name?
Yeah, there's
personalized
information in there
that only he would know.
Like the serial number
of a machine he was building
in the basement.
TIM: The number to call
is 1-800-555-0192.
Next caller. Never forget.
JACK: Yes, Tim.
Never forget.
Serial number G-M-6-7...
5-0-9...
1-5-1...
2-6-5-0.
E-U-C-P...
I-H-O-G.
23...
Point-14 hertz.
3-6-0-8-8-8-3-7-5-9.
(TIM TRUTH LAUGHING)
Are the encryption hackers
picking up their pencils,
goin' old-school
all over the west coast
right now, or what?
- Thank you, soldier.
-Let's hope it works.
Let me tell you, though,
brother,
this had better not be
some soldier
for the New World Order,
using Oz Turner's broadcast
to disseminate
encrypted information.
(CHUCKLING)
Just sayin'.
Yeah.
Thank you.
That's him.
Here we go.
Very nice double-transposition
encryption you devised.
The key number
nearly eluded me, but...
It certainly intrigued me
enough to risk meeting you.
First of all, Bill, we both know
you didn't do what you're accused of doing.
Why didn't you take
Cranfield's money?
How do you know
about that?
That's what convinced
me to meet you,
mentioning Cranfield
in your code.
I'm the guy you kept
sending the check back to.
I'm Jack Whelan.
This is Gary Fischer.
He wanted me
to cease my research.
I could accept the money on the
sole condition that I end it,
that if I accepted the money and kept
working, there would be consequences,
and that, between the lines,
I'd better accept the money.
There were no conditions.
I never made
any demands on you.
(STAMMERING) What
were you working on?
Sound.
Infrasonics.
(WARBLING)
Very low frequencies.
-(CRACKING)
-(POPPING)
Most people have been looking
at 18 hertz,
but I experiment at 19.
There are sounds
which affect the human being.
The roar of an alligator,
an earthquake,
hurricanes
all exist
within the 19-hertz range.
Infrasonics.
Not heard...
But felt.
It may allow us a glimpse
into natural phenomena
that the human being is not
intended to see
or hear.
What things? What...
What are you talking about?
What were you building, Bill?
Do you believe in ghosts?
I made a ghost machine.
I know...
It sounds goofy,
it needs a better name...
But that's what it is.
A device that sees ghosts.
Get down. Get down!
(CROWD PANICKING)
911!
Gary, 911!
- Come on, come on, come on!
-Qu... Qu... Qui Reverti.
(GURGLING)
No! No! No!
No! God damn it!
DISPATCHER: 911. State
the nature of your emergency.
Police, fire, or ambulance?
Please state the nature
of your emergency.
SHEPHERD: Someone helped
Marcus Fox return.
Tell me it wasn't you.
JACK: How many bodies
are under here ?
WOMAN: (DISTORTED)
10:00 a.m., pier nine.
- Rose Gilchrist?
-She stays at this hotel, across the hall.
JACK: She sent
someone to have me killed.
Your daughter has just
barged through my front door.
She has been
missing for a week!
- Oh, my God.
- Where are you?
- What happened, man?
- GARY: Bill Anderson happened.
And that machine
he was working on.
(WARBLING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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