01x06 - k*ll Them, Mommy

[bunniefuu]

Pam: Previously on
Crystal Lake...

Jason:
This could be our stronghold.

Don't tell anyone, though, okay?
It's just for us.

Ralph Neely,
you are under arrest

for the m*rder of the kid
hanging from your ceiling.

Hamish: Chief says this.
Chief says that.

You want to be Sheriff someday.

You've got to grow
some f*cking stones, boy.

Nate: You think the dead guys
your brother found

could have been
working for Bellflower?

Briana: The whistleblower.

They are hiding something,

and it involves
your mystery company.

- Dr. Landau.
- You don't want anything

to do with this
and neither do I.

Grace: Harmony says I'm
protected by a guardian angel.

Yeah, well,
that girl is dangerous.

Harmony: Don't do anything
you don't wanna do.

Grace: Groovy,
I'll just watch over you.

Ralph: There is something
in those woods.

That's what did this.

- [Barry groans]
- [screams]

- Grace.
- I saved Jason.

He's fine now. I saw him.

And if he were in these woods,

I would know.

And believe me,
I would be so happy.

Mama's here.

Counselor 1: Did you hear that?

Counselor 2:
What's going on outside?

Just a look?

Counselor 1: Fine.
I didn't do anything.

Counselor 1:
I thought I heard a scream.

[tense music playing]

Grace: What did I do?

[sighs] Make it stop.
Make it stop.

Make it stop.
Make it stop. Make it stop.

[cries] I hurt them.

- I hurt them.
- No, no, no, no

No, you did not.

No, you didn't, okay?
You look at me.

It's the drugs.
They're just confusing you.

They were like this
when you found them.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

Those hippies,
they took too much acid

and it made them go insane,
like you see on the news.

Okay? I'm just grateful that

they were gone
when you stumbled in.

- [Grace cries]
- Grace, I'm gonna fix this.

I promise you, okay?

I just have to get rid
of the bodies.

I need to bring them downstairs
and put them in a boat.

[groans, sighs]

Jason: It won't work.

There's too much blood.

They'll look everywhere.
Even the lake.

They'll find them.

They didn't find you.

They didn't care about me.

What can I do?
They'll take our Gracie away.

Jason: The ones
who really did this... to her?

It's their fault.
They should take the blame.

[intriguing music]

They should take the blame.

How?

k*ll them, Mommy.

k*ll them.

I will, Jason.

I will.

[theme music]

[♪]

[tense music]

[shutter clicks]

The world is so much
realer through the lens, man

You can't hide
from the naked image.

It will lay you bare. [laughs]

- Yeah, man.
- [Shutterbug laughs]

But if you really listen,
you know, the whole world is

speaking to us through senses
that, you know... [sighs]

...we can't comprehend with
our eyes and our ears, man.

I can feel the wisdom of it
on my skin.

Shutterbug: Yeah.

You've just got to lay down
that camera, man, bathe you in--

- [groans]
- [laughs] You okay?

Yeah, man. [laughs]

I just tripped on
a log or something.

[gasps] Oh, sh*t.

Shutterbug: What?

It's the prom king, man.

Harmony's guy.

Oh.

- Shutterbug: He's cold, man.
- Space Ghost: No, no.

This is bad, man. Right?

He's dead, isn't he? Isn't he?

Oh, God, I can't look at him.
[groans, sighs]

What are you doing, man?

I'm Weegee, man.

I'm making my witness
to the poetry of

man's inhumanity to man, man.

What? Oh, God.

I already feel my trip going
bad, man.

Bug, uh...
we should go tell somebody.

[shutter clicks]

Space Ghost: Come on, man.
Let's go. I...

Shutterbug: I'm coming.

- [groans]
- [foreboding music]

Hey, Bug? [sighs]

You done, man?
I'm... I'm serious.

I real... I really want
to head back--

[sinister tone]

What are you...

You people just
couldn't leave her alone.

You k*lled them?

No, dear. You did.

[screams]

[Gabe moans]

Oh, God, you're miles deep.

I can feel you
penetrating my soul.

- [gasps]
- Dig it, mama.

Ride the rainbow.

[moans]

[somber music]

- [moans, screams]
- Yes.

Yes. Yes.

[groans]

What the f*ck?

[eerie sting]

Oh, God!

[panting]

Oh! No.

Pam: Shh.

Harmony: The fire spirits are
whispering to us.

[sighs]

Is that the kitchen lady?

Is that... blood?

Plato: What...
What... What happened?

- Are you hurt?
- Harmony: Is she okay?

I can't let you
take her away from us.

You, uh...
What are you talking about?

I'm... Uh, I'm... I can't...
I can't find anything.

Where's the...
Where's the blood--

- [sinister tone]
- Plato: Whoa. sh*t.

[screams]

Plato: No! f*ck!

[Harmony cries]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

No! No! Oh!

[groans]

- Pam?
- Oh, sh*t.

What the f*ck
are you doing here?

- What's happening? Where--
- Get down.

We've got to go.
We've got to go.

She's k*lling everyone.

- No, you can't take the boat.
- Okay. Okay.

If you want to stay, stay.
I don't f*cking care.

- [groans]
- Pam?

- No!
- What!

You're not gonna
take the boat!

Get off me, you crazy b*tch!

Oh. Oh, Grace.
Hey, I'm sorry. You okay?

- [Grace screams]
- Hey.

[screaming]

[pants, cries]

[screams] Go away!

[cries, screams]

Go away.

Why are you doing this?

[Grace screams]

[engine star]

Grace?

[panting] Grace?

Grace!

[tense music]

[toy g*n rattles]

Hello?

Who is there?

[toy g*n rattles]

Jason?

[toy g*n rattles]

Walfisch:
What a mess.

First glance?
Bunch of kids got together,

dropped god-knows-what, and had
themselves

a good old-fashioned
psychedelic freakout.

- Yeah, maybe so.
- No maybe about it.

Toxicology will confirm,
but we found loose tabs

and paraphernalia
all over the place.

We're not talking F.D.A.
approved, either.

You got middle-aged clerks
working at a local

Fotomat mixing this stuff up and
selling it to whoever's looking

for a stone groove.

But you get one bad batch
of this sh*t,

and you think your old lady's
carrying Rosemary's Baby.

[laughs]

What's the, uh,
last count on this?

- Eight?
- And one in the wind.

I got the make and model
of the van.

Your guy said
he'll call it in.

Oh, okay. Yeah, thanks.

And you said one
witness, yeah?

Grace Snell.
Thirteen, local girl.

Poor kid's having a year.

Camp cook found her hiding
in the pantry

when she got to work
this morning.

- Mm.
- She's at Our Lady of Mercy.

I'll try to talk to her
when she's ready.

Ah. I mean, it might be nice to
have a familiar face in the room

when we take her statement.

But when the time comes,
I'll do the questioning.

What do you think is
the best way to coordinate?

There's nothing to coordinate.
This is a mass m*rder case.

Staties will take it from here.

All due respect, Captain,
this happened in my back yard.

A couple these kids, I've known
them since they were little.

Okay, let me just
stop you right there.

This? This is the kind of
witchy cult sh*t

the papers get off on.

It's way too high profile
to leave in the hands

of a local police chief.

Especially one
with your history.

Yeah, I know all about
your little stint in Newark.

But hey, I don't judge.

Ground level is a grimy beat.

I was cleared.

Good for you.

I'll let you know
if we need anything.

[car door opens, closes]

[office din]

Hey. Where did this come from?

I just deliver the stuff.

sh*t.

Okay.

Pam?

[sighs]

It's okay, it's all right.

Yeah, I've been here all morning
just waiting for her to wake up.

She's heavily sedated.

But the docs
expect a full recovery.

Those hippies pumped her
so full of drugs, Lee.

I don't know if she's gonna
wake up and be the same person.

I saw my share of bad trips
in the city.

Most of the time,
it's just a bump in the road.

She's lucky
she got out of there alive.

The others, they were...

Pam. I'm just so damn sorry.

You told me what those freaks
were up to at the camp.

I should have cleared them out
right then and there.

What happened to Grace,
that's... that's on me.

Oh, Lee. No.

I was afraid they were gonna
sell grass to the counselors.

I didn't think
it would be m*rder. Come on.

None of us saw
that coming.

It's my job to see
what others don't.

And I've been blind.

And people are dead.

Well, Grace is alive.

Okay? And if you really
want to do right by her,

you find out who did it.

Do you have any leads?

It's not my case anymore.

I just came by to get
an update on her condition.

What do you mean,
it's not your case?

Staties took over.

They told me where
I could take my black a*s.

Well, they can't do that,
can they?

They can do
whatever the hell they want.

Crime like this?

Feds will probably come
sniffing around, too.

Especially if
the suspect crosses state lines.

- They have a suspect?
- One of the hippies.

Girl named Mary Ann Sacramoni.
Kids call her Harmony.

Probably halfway
to Canada by now.

Staties want to talk
to Grace when she wakes up.

See if she knows anything
that might help them.

Someone should be here with her,
you know?

When they get here.

She has no family
and no one to look after her.

They won't be here
until tomorrow, earliest.

Go home.
Get some rest.

I'll have the nurse call
as soon as Grace wakes up.

- [phone ringing]
- Star Ledger.

Man: Uh, is this Briana Brooks?

Briana: Who's asking?

Man:
Did you receive my package?

You gonna tell me what the hell

Bellflower was doing
with these people?

Man: Everything I know
is in those files.

It's your problem now.

- Don't contact me again.
- Hold up--

One of the women in these files.
I know her.

Landau: Impossible.

The subjects in
those files are all dead.

Briana: I don't know
who told you that,

but I can assure you
this one's alive.

She lives in the same town where
those two guys turned up dead.

They had to be looking for her, right?

Not on the phone.
Can you meet?

Yeah, you have a place in mind?

Landau:
Mariner's Pier,

five P.M.,
by the tumbler ride.

[line clicks]

Everything good?

Yeah

Maggie:
I promise you, Mr. Kohler,

the Chief is doing everything
he can to ensure

the safety of the--

No, sir. At the moment, there is
no plan to form a posse.

I'll tell him.
Your sister called, Chief.

She said it was urgent.

Thanks, Mag.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Where the hell have you been?

- Excuse me?
- We've been getting

our asses kicked since word
got out about the killings.

I tried you on the radio.

Yeah, I was checking on
the actual victim of this thing.

Grace Snell.

All due respect
to the overactive imaginations

of our fine citizens.

Well,
while you were off babysitting,

Ralph got himself some kind
of lawyer through the "V.A."

- He posted bail an hour ago.
- Oh, yeah. Well, good for him.

He's still a person of interest.

When are you gonna let this go?

I told you that Ralph
wasn't our man.

Plus,
he was locked up last night

when all those
damn murders happened.

He had a girl's body
strung up in his shed, Chief.

Those hippies going crazy on
each other doesn't change that.

And...
And the bodies in the cave,

that was before all this
hippie sh*t, alright?

We never had a strong enough
case against Ralph.

But you've been hell bent
on getting your bust.

This is what happens when
you ignore protocol

and you go off half-c*ck.

The real K*llers stay free.

And you really want
to talk to me about protocol?

I heard the sh*t
you pulled back in Newark.

- [scoffs]
- Yeah. Couple Staties came by

while you were out.

- Asked me some questions.
- What kind of questions?

Oh, you're not even
gonna deny it.

I don't need to defend myself
to you, Officer Dorfman.

Well, they told me all about how
you got your hand caught

in the cookie jar,
taking bribes from dealers.

Just a real upstanding
citizen there, Chief.

Yeah, well,
there's more to that damn story.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You've been lying to me
since day one.

Acting all uppity
when the truth is,

you're just some dirty cop

who got put out
to pasture in my town.

- Aren't you, Chief?
- You want to know the truth?

Truth is, you wouldn't make it
as a damn crossing guard

in a real city.

And you don't have a f*cking
clue what you're talking about.

Now, I might not know

what the hell's been
going on around here lately.

But I don't need any of your
bullshit making it any harder.

Now,
get the f*ck out of my office

before I show you what
a real dirty cop looks like.

To think I used to look up
to you.

You know, my daddy was right.

This town deserves better.

[door closes]

Yeah, thought I'd bring
those to Grace.

Figured she might like something
to read when she wakes up.

That poor kid.

You know what?
Just take them, on the house.

Oh. Trudy, thank you.

And I'll get you a coffee. Okay?

- I imagine it's been a long one.
- Yeah.

Harry: Probably some kind of
Satanic ritual, you know?

Helter Skelter.

Like those Manson nutters
perpetrated out in "Hell-A".

- How you figure that?
- Read the news, Gus.

The Devil's influence is
growing stronger every day.

Christ, Enos saw a demon
with his own two eyes.

I'm not sure what I saw.

Ask me, the second
they banned praying in school,

they let the serpent
in the door.

The best offense is
always a good defense.

Well, at least Ralph's
off the hook.

I told them there was no way
you hurt that girl.

Harry: Damn straight!

Brooks and his ijit sidekick
locked up a patriot.

Meanwhile, John Christy's got
a pack of commies

running wild up at camp.

Thought you said
they were Satanists.

Ralph, why don't you
come join us?

Yeah, come on.
Right over here. Beers on us.

If it's all the same,
I'm fine here.

Oh, come on now.

There's no better way
to celebrate your freedom

than a nice cold one.

- Hey, Trudy.
- Trudy: Mm.

Why don't you grab us
a couple of Buds?

I said no, g*dd*mn it!

You fools.

You sit here casting stones.

Speculating on evil.

But you know not
of which you speak.

There's something
in those woods.

And it's not a bunch of
doped-up draft dodgers.

It's something unnatural.

Something truly evil.

And it doesn't care about our
laws or opinions or politics.

Yeah, go on.

Have yourself
a walk in the woods.

You'll never come back again.

[door opens, closes]

Real prophet of doom,
ain't he?

Ralph. Ralph, hey, wait.

Ralph.

I've seen it, too.
The thing in the woods.

You did?

I think so.

Can you tell me
what you think it is?

I don't know what it is

But it's been
following me for weeks.

What does it want?

For a while, it just watched.

Then, it started emptying
my traps and skinning my kills.

Like it was trying to learn.

Like a... baby,
making sense of the world.

Did you get a look at it?

Just only glimpses.

It sticks to the shadows.

But its tracks...

they're like a man's.

Can I tell you something?

And I...
I know it's gonna sound crazy.

But I think it might be him.

- Jason.
- Your son?

Ever since he disappeared...

there's no body,
there are no answers.

And I've just had this feeling
like a part of me knew

that he was still out there.

And he's all alone, Ralph.

If there's even the slightest
chance that I could find him...

I have to.

If that thing was your boy,

it's not anymore.

And someone's got to do
something about it.

What do you mean? Hey!

Ralph!

[crowd chatter
and children playing]

Excuse me!

[groaning]

Spin a child in circles,
they're content for hours.

If only we adults were
as easily entertained.

Right, Miss Brooks?

Where's Dr. Landau?

Hopefully with our lawyers
reviewing the terms

of his Non-disclosure Agreement.

Okay.
That answers who you work for.

Now, how about you tell me

who you are
and what the hell you want?

This conversation needn't be
antagonistic, Miss Brooks.

As you know, there are two sides
to every story,

and I'm here on behalf
of Bellflower

to answer as many questions
as I can.

All due respect,
but your company doesn't have

the greatest track record
when it comes to transparency.

So, why should I believe
a word that you say?

Well, as opposed to the word
of a disgruntled alcoholic

with an axe to grind against
the company that fired him?

Look. We don't grant interviews
very often, Miss Brooks,

and we rarely go on the record.
I'm here.

Take advantage
of this opportunity.

- What was Project Argonaut?
- A clinical trial.

One of hundreds we've
conducted over the years.

- What was it testing?
- It's proprietary, I'm afraid.

Why did it get shut down?

If Landau told you
about Project Argonaut,

then you already know why.

Okay.
Then, how did those women die?

I can't speak to that.

But I can tell you that
the program was voluntary,

the subjects were
carefully vetted,

and the science was sound.

The fact is that progress
and innovation

it always requires
a certain amount of risk.

If Bellflower did nothing wrong,

then why go to such lengths
to hide it?

It's because the press is
no place for nuance

or uncomfortable truths.

They want spectacle. Look.

Nothing sells newspapers like
congressional investigations

and alleged
criminal conspiracies.

You understand how this looks, right?

People are dead
and you're paying hush money

to witnesses through
shell corporations.

It is precisely because we
understand how it looks that

we put Landau under such
a comprehensive N.D.A.

Anything that he has shared
with you is inadmissible,

and anything you print
will be refuted and litigated

to the fullest
extent of the law.

This is your chance
to see reason.

And this is your chance
to tell the truth.

If Project Argonaut
was shut down years ago,

then why were the remains of two
ex-soldiers with links

to the project found
in a small town in New Jersey?

Hmm? What were Ed Shabani
and Benjamin Mutrux after?

Uh, I... I wouldn't know.

But it sounds like
you have some theories.

Uh, what town was this, exactly?

Why are you really here,
Mister...

Cards on the table,
Argonaut was my project.

My failure.

When Landau told me
you might know the whereabouts

of one of our test subjects,

and that she might still
be alive,

well, I saw
a chance to make amends.

That doesn't explain
why your men were m*rder*d.

Were they after her, too?

[laughs] If you think...

If you're saying that Mutrux
and Shabani were found dead

in the same town where
Pamela Wittering resides,

then we should be asking her
that question, not me.

[scoffs]

You never mentioned her name,
did you?

To Landau or to me.

Where is Landau?

Well, so much for the easy way.
Tony.

Don't make a scene.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

Move, move, move!

- Move!
- [woman screams]

Move!

Damn.

Harmony and her friends
gave me drugs.

I don't really remember
anything after that.

Except finding
Claudette and Barry.

And I was so scared.

And there was so much blood.

That's good.
Good girl.

And if they ask you any other
questions, you just say,

"I don't remember."

And it's okay
if you need to cry.

But is that really
what happened?

Yes, of course.

I mean, I know some of your
memories might not make sense.

But that's just
the hallucinations, honey.

And I wouldn't tell the police,
if I were you.

Because they could get
the wrong idea and then,

they might blame you.

Gracie, do you understand?

Yes.

I know it's hard.

Some of my memories
don't really make sense either.

Like when I found you, I...

I was trying to protect you,
and I just...

I felt like there
was someone else there.

You know, helping me.

There was someone there,
wasn't there?

Did you see him?

Have you seen him before, Jason?

I think so.

Where? Do you remember?

Tell me!

I... I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry. Just...

I don't... I just, I...

I just miss him so much.

And if he is here...
if he's alive.

I'm his mother.
I need to know.

You understand that, right?

There's this place
we used to go together.

Just us.

[phone ringing]

- Star Ledger.
- Briana: Nate, it's me.

Jesus, Bri,
what the hell is going on?

- I'm in trouble.
- Nate: Yeah, no sh*t.

Some guys just showed up
asking for you.

- What kind of guys?
- Nate: The unfriendly kind.

- They're in Wagner's office.
- sh*t.

They're from Bellflower, right?
Right?

What did...
What did Landau tell you?

- I think Landau's dead.
- Nate: What?

Whatever this is,
Bellflower doesn't want

the story getting out and
they're not f*cking around.

Jesus. I knew it. I knew it.

Listen to me.

There's an envelope
in my desk,

second drawer on the left.
A file Landau sent me.

Grab it and go.
Do not let them see you.

Drop it behind the counter
at the diner on Market.

- Will I see you?
- I'll see you.

I'll grab it when
I know you weren't followed.

What about you?
Where you gonna go?

It's better
that you don't know.

Got it.

I'll be in touch,
watch your back.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Nate.
Have you seen Briana around?

No, not, not since lunch.

She miss another deadline?
Typical.

No, I just wanted to give her
some notes on a story.

If you see her, just
send her my way, would you?

Will do. Hmm.

Let's take a look at her desk.
It's over here.

[crickets chirping]

[emotional music]

I'm sorry, Lee.

I know y'all are friends.

We're not just friends.

No.

No, you... Come on!

- You don't even know her.
- Neither do you!

Look, I know this sh*t is hard
to believe, but Bellflower tried

to kidnap me in broad daylight
to cover this up.

Why would they do that
if it wasn't true?

Shabani and Mutrux?

They came here looking for her,
and they turned up dead.

Like you said so, yourself,
it wasn't Ralph, which means--

No. If this proves anything,
it's that Pam is a victim.

- Not a k*ller.
- Open your eyes, Lee.

Her whole life is a lie.

And when Bellflower finds out
that I've got a brother

who's a cop in a town in Jersey,
they're gonna come here.

Now, if we want to figure out
what the f*ck is going on,

there's only one person
in the world who can tell us.

And we've got to get to her
before they do.

[footsteps approaching]

Jason?
Is that you?

Jason?

It's Mommy, baby.

I'm here.
You don't have to be afraid.

Jason, come out here, please.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I should've protected you.

I should've never...

I should've never ever
left you alone, honey. I'm...

Jason, come out here.
I know that you're here.

And I just want to see you.

[thudding]

[eerie music]

Hey.

What are you guys doing?

Sorry to barge in
on you like this, Pam.

But we need to talk.

Why do you have
such serious faces?

What's going on?

I found this in your bathroom.

The other half, I dug out
of the hip of a dead man

I found in a bear cave.

A man who worked
for Bellflower Chemical.

That sound familiar?

Yeah. I was as surprised
as you look now.

I need you to make sense
of this for me, Pam.

I need you to give me
a good g*dd*mn reason.

Please.

Before I have to haul you
in for m*rder.

You think you can do that?

May I sit?

[sighs]

- Pam.
- Just give me a minute, please.

I've never told anyone
what I'm about to tell you.

And I'm just trying to decide...

where to start.