Outcast (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - All Alone Now - full transcript

(rock music playing)
MAN: Whoo, whoo,
whoo, Blakey.
WOMAN: Show him
how it's done.
MAN:
Whoo! here we go.
(fake coughs) Choke!
(laughing)
What are you, 12?
Come on.
They must've
just waxed the lanes.
MAN: Yeah, I'm sure that's it.
I was in the precinct league,
187 average.
So, Terry says
you and Luke have been
partners for six years.
Seven, I've been stuck
with this guy.
Blake was Police Officer
of the Year, though,
last year.
He delivered
a baby in the back
of a police car.
Should've been me.
He just got between
her legs quicker.
(laughs)
Dear Lord.
(pins clatter)
(cheering)
(muffled cheering)
(music continues)
(laughs) Really?
Okay, do you want me
to have them put
the kiddie bumpers
in the gutters?
Hey, don't listen to him.
I think you're doing great.
I feel so much better now.
The fat,
lonely girl likes me.
Blake.
BLAKE: Whoa.
LUKE: (chuckles)
BLAKE: Hey.
LUKE: What? What?
BLAKE:
I don't know, man.
I cannot shake this.
Oh. You don't look
so good, honey.
I feel so weird.
Really?
Let me drive
you home, hmm?
Yeah.
Pick your car up
in the morning.
No, no, no,
he's not going anywhere.
Here, come on, lay down.
Wait.
Come on, come on.
Nice and comfy.
Come on.
There you go.
Run to the store.
Grab some Saltines, some soup,
and some ginger ale.
That'll settle your stomach.
Why don't you get
your own goddamn wife, huh?
Yeah, I was
working on that,
but someone is not
making that very easy.
LUKE: Mmm.
Well, any other woman
would be a letdown.
LUKE: All right, down boy.
TERRY: Did you hear that?
Yes, I heard that.
Yeah. Remember.
Be right back.
Okay.
Thanks, man.
I'm sorry about tonight.
TERRY: Call Lorna tomorrow
and tell her, okay?
BLAKE:
I will. Hey.
Luke doesn't realize
what a lucky son
of a bitch he is.
Don't worry.
I keep reminding him.
Be right back.
♪ ♪
(gasps softly)
(gasps)
Oh, Jesus,
you scared me.
Get back in there.
I'll bring you some tea
in just a minute, okay?
Blake.
(breathes shakily)
Blake, why don't you
just go lay down, okay,
and-- and we'll get you
feeling better, and--
I feel fine.
Good. Blake!
Blake, no!
(both grunt)
(kettle whistling)
No! (sobs)
♪ ♪
BLAKE: (yells)
TERRY: (screams)
No, God, no!
BLAKE: (grunting)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
(honks)
I got you chili powder.
My momma swore
that it'd knock back the flu
quicker than anything.
Not that I got sick
a lot as a kid, but...
♪ ♪
(theme music playing)
Smoke bother you?
No, it's great.
It just adds to all
of the wonderful smells
in this car.
Hmm!
Hey, I'm thinking about trying
these... electric cigarettes.
You know, the ones
all the kids are using?
They got all kinds
of flavors.
Mango.
Mmm.
Peanut brittle.
Hell, they even got
a pina colada.
(laughs)
Call me old-fashioned,
but I think our vices
should leave a...
a rotten taste
in our mouth.
Helps keep us honest.
That's what God invented
the hangover for.
You're the expert.
You, uh...
You really think you can
do anything for this guy?
I never walked away
from a soul in torment,
and that includes your mother.
I'm not sure where
I fit in in all this.
Mark chapter six,
verse seven.
"And he called
unto him the 12,
"and sent them forth
two and two,
"and gave them power
over unclean spirits."
Jesus likes
the buddy system.
Shit!
God damn it!
What? What--
what is it?
Picture of my son...
blew out
of the window.
Oh.
I mean, that
the only picture you got?
Come on,
give me a hand.
Hey, hey! Hey!
(truck horn blares)
You trying to get killed?
Fucking hell!
God. Come on.
God damn it!
Come on.
MEGAN: Oh, God.
(breathing hard)
MEGAN: Faster.
Really?
Yeah, finish.
Wait. What?
What are you doing?
I'm just trying
to be a generous lover.
No, come on.
I mean, literally, come on.
Go, go, go.
Isn't this what you ladies
are always
complaining about?
You're the one
that's gonna regret this.
Uh-uh. Come on.
(knocks on door)
Shit.
HOLLY: Mommy?
(knocks) Daddy?
(shouts)
Yup, just a minute,
doodlebug.
(whispering)
Keep that lumber
covered up.
I am.
(knocking continues)
You can take care
of yourself in the shower.
Daddy?
Oh hell no.
MEGAN:
Good morning, sweetie.
Hey, sweetie.
What were you doing?
♪ ♪
Have any trouble
finding the place?
It's kind
of hard to miss.
This is Kyle Barnes,
the young man
I told you about.
Morning.
Luke Masters.
Are you ready?
There's not a lot of time.
Lead on.
Just don't get
too overeager.
Just watch, listen,
do as I say.
You still got
a lot to learn.
(door buzzes)
MAN:
Empty your pockets.
Cell phones, drugs,
guns, blades,
flammable liquids,
anything that can be
used as a weapon.
Only my faith.
Open it.
You'll have
to leave these.
Then I might as well
turn around right now
and go back.
I'm not kidding.
You'd be surprised what
I seen turned into a weapon.
I wouldn't go in there
with a fucking paper clip.
I need those things.
LUKE:
Reese. Reese.
It's okay.
(case shuts)
(door buzzes)
MARK:
Chief, can I talk to you
about something?
It's supposed to rain
pretty hard out there tonight.
I was thinking
maybe I could go back
to the camper we found
and process the scene.
(chuckles)
"Process the scene."
Again with that CSI shit.
I mean,
there could be evidence.
Oh, what?
Bunch of kids smoking pot,
giving each other herpes?
I appreciate
the initiative as always,
but what are you expecting
to do with this evidence
you're collecting?
Well, I don't know.
If we find something, maybe...
give it to the state police.
Who's gonna pay for that?
You don't even know
if a crime has been committed.
Look, man, there is blood
all over that place.
From a bunch
of cut up animals.
Those carcasses were
all done outside the camper.
So, what's
your explanation, Officer?
We got us a Charles Manson
living in the woods
behind Lowell Grippo's farm?
Does that
make sense to you?
I'll tell you what doesn't
make sense to me,
is why the fuck
you're so sure nothing
happened out there.
Sir.
All right, Officer.
They teach you how
to use a fingerprint kit
at the community college?
Yes, sir.
You want to spend your shift
tagging beer bottles
and used condoms?
Knock yourself out.
Go get 'em, tiger.
♪ ♪
He's right down here.
This doesn't seem
very official.
Next head count
is in two hours.
Don't leave any marks.
That's not why we're here.
You know what? Fuck that.
Do what you gotta do.
We'll make it work.
You heard the man,
two hours.
(sighs)
ANDERSON: Is there
anything you haven't told us
before we get started?
It's pretty straightforward.
Blake was my partner
for seven years.
He was my best friend,
and then...
This thing in here
isn't Blake Morreau.
Just watch yourselves.
He's restrained, right?
It's not that. He...
gets inside your head.
BLAKE: (chuckles)
Luke! (laughs)
I can't believe
you haven't come
to see your old pal.
LUKE:
I don't know
who you are...
but you're not my pal.
Come on,
don't be that way.
How should he be...
after you killed his wife?
LUKE:
This is Reverend Anderson
and Kyle Barnes.
They're here to help you.
You all being here
is help already.
Sit. Please.
I'd shake, but...
you know.
It's awkward.
ANDERSON:
Luke here says there's
something inside you,
something that made
you do...
what you did.
Huh? Inside?
Inside?
ANDERSON: That's right.
Is that true?
Am I talking to the thing
inside of this man,
Blake Morreau,
right now?
(laughing)
It's not about
what's inside of me.
ANDERSON: It's not?
BLAKE:
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Terry was so warm...
Blake, don't.
and wet inside.
(choking)
And the deeper I got...
(squeals)
the warmer
and wetter she got.
And the red,
more red than anything
I could've imagined.
I liked that, but then...
the warmness
and the wetness
poured out onto the floor.
And after a while,
it got cold,
and... I didn't like that.
(shouts)
What the fuck
happened to you?
You were a good friend
to me, Luke.
Such a good friend.
I really wasn't.
Not at all.
(breathing shakily)
Like I said,
watch yourselves.
You do what you gotta do.
We don't have a lot of time.
(car horn blares)
Asshole!
MAN:
You all right?
Idiot.
(on radio)
♪ Oh, maybe
a frightening combination ♪
♪ Of the fact
that I don't wanna go ♪
♪ And tell you
that I love you, dear ♪
(music muffled)
(car honking)
(engine cranks)
♪ Send me your love ♪
♪ You've got to send me
your love ♪
BLAKE:
You have to forgive me.
I'm being a terrible host.
I... I'm a little
out of practice.
I didn't even ask
who you are.
We're friends of Luke.
No, you're not.
A Bible thumper
and his little sidekick?
Luke would fucking hate
a couple of guys like you.
Don't get me wrong.
I mean, I love the man,
but he's not
exactly spiritual.
If you love him,
why kill his wife?
Well, now that is a...
(sighs)
somewhat long,
complicated story, and...
even if I were
to tell you, I don't...
think you could
comprehend it.
KYLE:
Oh, you might
be surprised.
You said your friend out there
wasn't a spiritual man.
Are you?
"Though your sins
are like scarlet,
"they shall be
white as snow."
"Though they are like crimson,
they shall be like wool."
Isaiah.
One of my favorites.
And how does
that make you feel?
The Lord's words
in your mouth?
It makes me sick.
Luke and I saw
a lot of sin.
More than you will
ever see in your line
of work, Reverend.
But what turned my stomach
wasn't the sin,
it was the forgiveness.
People willing to turn
the other cheek,
forgive...
the unforgivable,
because it's
the Christian thing to do.
Look at my pathetic partner
out there.
I opened up his wife
with my bare hands,
and he wants
to help me.
Put that away.
(scoffs)
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Oh.
hallowed be thy name.
Get that fucking thing
away from me.
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done...
(grunting)
on Earth
as it is in heaven.
Give us this day
our daily bread,
and forgive us
our trespasses
as we forgive those
who trespass against us!
For thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
forever and ever!
Amen!
(grunting continues)
(laughs hysterically)
It's just too good.
It's just too good.
What else you got
in there? Yeah.
Some chicken bones,
some snakes for us to handle?
Praise the baby Jesus.
I am saved.
All right, all right,
all right, come on.
Our work here is done.
What?
Wait.
Already?
What do you mean?
Use your intuition, Kyle.
Read the signs.
Is that what
Josh was like?
Or your mother?
Your wife?
No, but you said demons
could be as different
as the souls they possess.
Yes, they can.
Yes, they can.
But some souls
are capable of creating evil
without the devil's help.
Let me try.
Why?
We're supposed
to be fighting demons
two by two, isn't that right?
That's what
the Bible says, anyway.
Do you know me?
Maybe.
How? We've never met.
(chuckles) Fine.
Then what the fuck
did you ask for?
Do you know me?
(grunting)
(sizzling)
Shit. Shit.
BLAKE: (gasping)
You...
are outcast?
Why does this
keep happening?
I don't know.
You and Amy are like...
(inhales)
dynamite and a match.
You know what
happens when you put
those together, right?
It's not my fault.
She just keeps
bumping into me.
Just... um...
you know,
don't let her cross
your orbit.
I tried, but she goes
wherever I want to be.
It's like if I want
to hang out with Emma
or Jaden,
(voice fades)
then she wants to hang out.
(no discernible dialog)
(high-pitched whine)
Ms. Holter?
Ms. Holter?
Go back to class,
work it out with Amy.
I don't want
to see you in here again.
(door opens)
(sighs)
(door closes)
What does that mean?
Outcast.
What does that mean?
Stay away from me!
Why?
Personal space is
important in here.
Don't fuck with me.
Heaven forbid.
Why do you call me that?
You really don't know?
You have a lot of friends
when you were a kid?
What?
At school.
Neighborhood kids,
they like to hang out
at your house?
I didn't think so.
So, it was just you and...
Mom? Or Dad?
But somebody
bailed early, right?
Maybe before you remember.
What about after? I mean,
you seem like a good guy.
Plenty of work pals,
drinking buddies,
but then, eventually...
everybody gets
uncomfortable around you,
start making excuses,
drifting away.
Makes you feel cast out.
This is pointless.
Is he in charge?
No.
What happened
to the friends...
who stuck around?
The ones who
were close to you,
maybe shared a bed.
Oh, man.
How did that turn out?
Are you still together?
Any kids?
How do I stop this?
Why would you
want to stop it?
You're special.
Didn't your mama tell you
not to keep your light
under the bushel?
Kyle!
Kyle!
You chose this,
all right?
I didn't!
You want to throw
your family away
for some fucking crusade,
then that's fine.
I want mine back.
♪ ♪
(engine starts)
Hello!
Oh. (chuckles)
Oh, I'm sorry.
You caught me during lunch.
Can I help you?
Yes, a friend of mine
is coming into town
and I wanted to see
if he was here yet.
Okay, what's the name?
Hamel, Donnie.
Donald Hamel.
Okay.
Big reunion. Whole bunch
of us from back in the day.
Oh, there he is.
Checked in this morning.
Oh my God.
I can't believe he made it.
What room is he in?
Oh, I'm not allowed
to give that information out,
but I can ring
his room if you like.
No.
Oh. I just-- I really wanted
to see the look on his face
when he opened the door.
It's been, like, 16 years.
Please.
(chuckles)
Well, as I said,
I'm not really allowed
to give that information out,
so I'm sorry.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
(water running)
Is my family
safe around me?
ANDERSON:
What if he says no?
What then?
You'll give up all hope
of seeing them
because of the word
of a demon.
A demon?
Is that what
he told you I was?
A demon?
That's scary.
ANDERSON:
Don't listen to him.
You know there
are others like me.
You've met us.
You want them
to stop coming to you?
I can make it happen.
ANDERSON:
How?
I'll put out the word.
It'll take some time,
but it'll happen eventually.
How much time?
Can't really say.
Maybe a few years.
This is horse shit.
Look, it gets lonely in here.
If you come back here
and see me, say once a week,
and I make it happen.
All right, enough.
Now, we have
one job to do here.
And that is to send
that thing back to hell.
(laughs)
Wait, then what? Huh?
Look, we send him back now,
we get no answers, right?
And you said yourself,
they're in every town, right?
If we can figure out
why they're here,
maybe we could stop them
from coming altogether, right?
You believe you recognize
something in that man?
Something wicked,
a deceiver?
A kissing cousin to the thing
that destroyed your life.
Why on God's green Earth
would that thing
want to help you?
Now, we don't have
much time before they
kick us out of here.
so stop playing fucking games,
and let's
get on and do the job
we came here to do.
But-- Wait.
Showtime for the demon
and the deacon!
I stand before you empowered
by the might of the Lord.
Bravo! Inspirational.
I ask you to release
this poor soul.
and retreat back
into the darkness.
Hallelujah.
Do you believe this?
Silence, beast!
Send me back to hell.
Writhe in the purity
of his holy ointment!
Oh, that's nice.
I love that, Reverend.
Kyle, get on over here!
Put your hands on him,
like you did with Joshua.
This is fucking ridiculous.
You know that.
Are you gonna help me or not?
No.
Once he realizes
I'll walk away,
leave him in here to rot,
maybe he'll start
telling us the truth.
ANDERSON:
This is a man's soul
we're talking about!
That is not my problem.
Kyle!
Elvis has
left the building!
Uh-oh.
What happened?
Nothing.
What do you mean
nothing happened?
Go talk to Reverend.
Fuck the reverend.
I asked around.
You're the one
who saved the boy.
That's the only reason
you're not in jail.
You're the one
with the power.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Look, you think any of this
makes sense to me?
Demons? Exorcisms?
All this voodoo bullshit?
Right.
Then why the hell
are you going to him?
'Cause it's all gone!
Terry butchered, I...
I threw away my career
looking for something
that could explain
my best friend
doing what he did.
If this doesn't work...
I got nothing else.
(music playing over earbuds)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(whimpers)
(growling)
(coughs)
♪ ♪
(coughs)
ANDERSON:
By the light...
and the power...
(chuckles)
and everlasting strength
of Jesus Christ,
I command the darkness
within this man
to be cast out.
Is this actually your job?
Do you do kid parties too?
Hear my humble appeal, Lord.
Did I hear right?
You gave up your family
for this?
Fuck you!
Oh! There you go!
Yummy.
That's the first
honest thing you've said
since you came in here.
What you know about honesty?
At least I'm honest
with myself--
what I am, what I'm not.
You see what he can do?
Your friend, the outcast?
The power he has?
It is the Lord's power.
Oh! Then why'd
the Lord give it to him?
He doesn't even believe!
It is not my will
to question God.
But you do.
It must tear you up.
Why him and not you?
You gave up everything,
you traded your happiness,
for a bunch
of false promises,
and your touch
does nothing!
I cast you out!
I cast you out!
Oh! Oh!
I cast you out!
(yells)
Get off! Kyle!
What the fuck?
I will stick this
through his fucking throat!
Why?
Why?
What else I got to do?
Your family is not safe.
Don't listen to him.
You will never be free of us.
It's not true!
Oh, I'm afraid it is, outcast,
but you know that
already, don't you?
(grunts)
(screams)
(bottle shatters)
Tell me who you are!
Why did you call me that? Huh?
(spits)
(sizzles)
Ah! (coughing)
(gagging)
More.
(chuckles)
(laughing)
More.
Oh, thank you,
Officer Nunez.
Looking good.
Whoa. Looks like you've had
a productive day, Mr. CSI.
Well, I didn't get
any clean prints,
but I did get some fibers.
There's a lot of 'em.
I got some hair.
I don't know if it's human
or animal, but...
Also, I was able to test
all the blood stains,
and I got that.
Does not look like something
a teenager would wear.
It sure does not.
I mean,
if somebody stole that,
you know, they sure as hell
ain't gonna leave it
out there.
Hell's bells, that's some
good work, Officer.
(chuckles)
Also, I found a lab
that'll do all
the DNA testing.
It's not that expensive,
but it takes about a month.
I'll take it from here.
What?
I want you to put
all that stuff in my office
along with your report.
And get yourself cleaned up.
(sighs)
Come on, man.
He said I'd never
be free of this.
He was manipulating you,
making you doubt yourself.
What about you?
He make you doubt yourself?
Your holy war?
Not a bit.
We won't give up
until we save that man.
Rev.
He can't be saved.
Whatever's in him
is there to stay.
(door buzzes)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
I love snuggling with you...
listening to the rain.
Me too.
(kissing)
Mmm.
What's that?
Oh, that's just
some unfinished business
from this morning.
I thought I told you
to take care of that yourself.
Well, you see, I was busy
making pancakes, so...
(chuckles) Right.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I guess
you earned it.
Mmm.
(both moaning)
(gasps)
(moans)
What? Did I hurt you?
No, no. It, uh...
It's not that. I, um...
I...
I-- I can't.
Okay.
Are you okay?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. We're good.
(thunder rumbling)
Hey! (laughs)
There's a sight
for sore eyes.
Boy, are they sore.
Thank you for this.
Seriously.
It was really sweet of you
to have those little pals
of yours come over today.
You have no idea
what it's like.
22 hours a day
in a concrete box,
never even seeing
another human being.
Make you go crazy.
You know...
if you're you right...
and the devil made me do it...
you gonna get me
a new trial?
Not guilty
by reason of demons?
(laughs)
I wanted to help you.
How does it help?
You save my soul,
but you walk away
with a clear conscience.
Poor, old innocent
Blake Morreau...
stuck here for the rest
of his mortal life
in this toilet.
Makes you crazy,
doesn't it,
that you didn't see
it coming?
All those double dates
with those pathetic cows
you set me up with,
when you knew how bad
I wanted to stick it
into your hot wife.
Oh.
So hot.
It got you hard, didn't it,
knowing how much
I wanted to fuck Terry?
And oh, I did want
to fuck Terr--
Just stop talking.
Stop talking.
Stop talking.
(muffled sounds)
Stop. Stop.
(grunting)
Shh! Shh!
Shh, shh, shh!
Just stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
(grunting)
Stop. Please, please.
There you go.
There you go.
(gasps)
(laughs)
(mutters) Okay.
BLAKE: Pussy.
(thunder crashes)
♪ ♪
Come on.
Come on!
Where's my son?
Fuck.
Fuck.
(mutters)
(crickets chirping)
Norville!
Hey, Norville!
Hey, Norville.
Hey, neighbor,
you doing all right?
Oh, Jesus.
Norville.
Oh no.