The Gentleman From Hell |S1| Ep. 17

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said

that.

They're gone.

I can feel it.

But what was all this about?

The balloons and everything.

No idea.

But I gotta assume it means something.

I remember a painting down in the cellar looked something like this, I think.

We can check it out after we get the power back on.

Well, provided, of course, it's just a matter of turning the generator back on.

You guys smell that?

Ugh, yes.

Something rancid combined with candle smoke.

Turn the flashlights off for a sec.

Yeah, looks like there's a little bit of light coming from down the hall over there.

It's sporadic.

Like candles.

Might as well check it out.

Looks like it's coming from the banquet hall.

Locked from the other side.

Just gonna have to kick it open then.

One,

two.

Who the fuck is in there?

Come on, put that down.

You know there's no one in there.

Nothing human.

I'm so sick of this shit.

We won't be needing to restock our candle supply anytime soon.

And I expect that platter on the table is meant for us.

Doesn't get any more obvious than a literal silver platter set up on a table now, does it?

I suppose we take the lid off, and there's what?

A head or something?

I'll leave that job to one of you if you don't mind.

Don't worry, I got it.

Whenever you're ready.

Okay,

here goes nothing.

Oh, what is it?

Just an envelope.

It's a Polaroid.

Looks like a picture of you two walking up some stairs.

Let me see.

It's you and me, Phil.

When we went to see Brest earlier.

Leon, you said this whole scene reminded you of a painting in the cellar.

Yeah, the black balloons made me think of it.

I think we need to take a look.

Now.

Don't really like being down here so soon after that elevator started moving around.

I have a terrible feeling feeling about this whole thing.

Painting was right over here.

I think.

Yeah, I see the corner of it.

Here it is.

Oh, it's my cob.

Looks like some kind of potty, and the main dish is the guy on the table.

There's a little card tucked into the frame.

It says The Traitor's Last Meal by Javier Godfrey.

I think the man being devoured is supposed to be Judas.

So, what the hell does this all mean?

I think it means someone's not happy about Prist talking to us.

It means we've got to warn Mr.

Prist immediately.

All right, so much for just getting back.

Let's get going.

Any service yet?

Nothing.

I don't understand.

He didn't tell us anything.

Everything he supplied, he did so unknowingly.

Hold on.

I got service.

Doesn't even have a personalized voice message.

You sure that's his current number?

Hmm, I'm not sure.

All I know is that it's listed with the proper address.

We never called him, remember?

We decided it would be best just to show up.

I guess we'll have to pay him another visit.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

I don't understand.

Why?

Because they were apparently following you, even snapping a few pictures.

If they did something to him and we show back up?

Oh god.

Yes, I do see what you mean, but then what can we do?

The man is clearly in danger, and he wouldn't be if we hadn't decided to visit him.

Then he shouldn't have crawled into bed with Edward.

So for that, he should die.

Is that what you're saying?

He doesn't deserve to die, but maybe he deserves whatever he's got coming to him.

From what you said, Rupert basically paid him off to give Ben that tape.

And from the sound of it, he suspected something was up and he did it anyway.

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were just rationalizing to save your skin.

I like my skin.

Keeps my organs in place.

Mace, don't you get cute with me?

You know exactly what I mean.

As it is,

his phone will show we just called him.

We can't just pull up to his house if he's been murdered.

This could easily be a setup.

Not to mention, how do we explain showing up to his place in the middle of the night?

Do we tell the cops that some demotic force seemed to implicate him as a snitch?

And if they bring us in, even if only for questioning, we are practically celebrities.

The press will be all over us.

I

suppose you're right.

I just wish I knew how the fuck I didn't make the tale.

Yeah, they might have been there waiting for you to.

This fucking thing sees and hears everything we say and do.

Who knows how they pull all this shit off?

We better stop figuring it out, real quick and in a hurry.

Otherwise, we could get cooked.

Ugh, or we could just leave.

They took the pictures, Mace.

They could easily frame us up.

They could make us look pretty bad.

Raise our profile in the worst way, maybe, but a bit of a hard time pinning the murder on us.

There's no motive, no.

You were both in the house.

Whoever these fucks are, if they're smart, they could plant hair and fibers, even plant blood in the house.

God knows they could probably get in there.

Hell, the cops could connect my little breakdown in the Historical Society, which, Telfor saw, with some sort of response to killing a guy.

There's a shit ton of ways we could get pinched.

And that's just within the realm of the fucking mundane.

There's no telling how good a frame job could be with a little help from the supernatural.

I mean...

It doesn't want us to get arrested.

It doesn't want us to leave.

Like you've been saying, Leon, it's been showing itself to us for a reason.

And as far as I can tell, what it really wants is to torment us.

I just wish I knew why.

Even so, the cops might be able to piece it together on their own, at least as far as tracking us down for questioning.

I don't care.

I want to warn him.

I'll not have any more blood on my hands than needs be.

Do you two understand me?

All right, we'll do it your way, but I'm telling you right now, we're taking a chance.

So be it.

Leon?

I know better than to say no to a fully determined Phyllis Chambers.

Good lad.

There's hope for you after all.

The guy lives right outside the city, so I'm gonna go the long way around, come at him from the countryside.

Should be able to avoid getting picked up by door cameras and whatnot.

I'll give him another ring once we're closer.

No reason to go all that way if we can get him on the phone.

Excellent ideas all around.

I just hope all this isn't in vain.

What the.

Who the hell would

who's there?

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

It's 2:30 in the fucking morning, for Christ's sakes.

Who the fuck is out there?

I'm telling you right now, if you're fucking around with me,

you're gonna regret it.

You hear me out there?

I'm armed.

I'm warning you

if I open this door and somebody's out there,

I'll

I'll shoot.

anybody, anybody out there

anybody.

For God's sake,

no more.

No,

no more,

please.

Who's

who's there?

Please, just

just let me live.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

Please.

Thou

spoke when thou hast promised not to.

I didn't.

I just...

I...

I just told little things.

Nothing...

Nothing important.

Judas spoke no words.

Merely a kiss.

Thy sins be not of such weight as to drag thee into hell.

Yet I shall claim what guilt thou bearest, and all else shall I cast them to the worms.

Hello, please leave your message after the town.

Still no answer.

The navigation ab says we'll be there in a gif, but some of these roads are more like dirt paths.

I got no idea if it knows where the hell it's going.

When we get back, it might be a good idea to take individual pictures of all those paintings and such in the basement.

this is the second time we've received a sort of message through them

speaking of which did you happen to run across the image of the man in the painting with the hyena no i meant the showtelle for the picture but once she got started going on and on about the

well i just sort of forgot all about it uh that's quite all right we can always check back While we're on the subject of the historical society, what's the deal with that statue being all about left hands and all that left is evil, Baloney?

I mean, my daughter's left-handed.

She's supposed to be evil?

I'm not entirely certain, but I suspect it originated with nothing more than the rarity of left-handedness.

Olden cultures often venerated or conversely condemned any physical characteristics that were at all unique.

You can find quite a bit of that sort of thing in the old witch hunting guide, the Malaya Smell of Akaram, also known as the Hammer of Witches.

Well, well, it seems your paranormal phase was more extensive than you let on.

What can I say?

I don't like to do anything halfway.

I don't get it.

There was a guide to killing witches who were left-handed?

Not quite.

It was a book that, in some, instructed the would-be hunter of witches in the ways of identifying, interrogating, and finally executing a witch.

They were to be on the lookout for peculiar birthmarks, moles, left-handedness, a certain geometric arrangement of facial features, things of that nature.

Once they located such things, they went about torturing or even even killing the hapless person.

It goes without saying that these people were just innocent victims of superstition and ignorance when amok.

If the Sparrow kids made that statue and sacrificed ship to it, I'd say maybe they weren't all that innocent.

They were only children, Mason.

If they did, in fact, do anything they were accused of, then I'd surmise someone else put them up to it.

You mean the horned figure that took off once they were discovered?

Precisely.

Or maybe the Oculus just cooked up the horn guy to to cement their case.

I may not be as smart as you two, but I've heard enough phony stories to last a lifetime.

I mean, it's pretty obvious you're in the devil warship when the devil's standing right next to you.

I suppose I can't argue with that.

We're coming up on his place now.

Better figure out what you want to say to him.

This is Phil's show.

It's almost 3 a.m.

I seriously don't want to be the one to wake him up.

I had every intention of doing the talking, but I will require an escort.

And since you already saw us together...

Oh, jeez, do I have to...

You would let a little old lady walk up there and...

Alright, alright, already.

I'll go.

Now there's a gentleman.

Looks like quite the dump.

Car's still there.

Doesn't look like it's moved since we saw it earlier today.

No lights, though.

You didn't strike me as the night light sort of guy.

Well, let's be about it, shall we?

You're the boss.

and don't you forget it.

Last chance to time back.

Oh, boy.

Do you smell that?

What can I do for you?

Um, I know it's very late, and this might seem incredibly strange, but our work on the Vers case

we just wanted to warn you that we um

that we might have inadvertently put you in harm's way.

Uh, you see,

as you can see,

I'm fine

now

it's very very late, and I'd appreciate it if you let me get back to bed.

Consider me...

duly warned.

Good night.

Uh, are you- are you quite certain you wouldn't...

I said...

Good night.

Ah, uh, good night, Mr.

Prist.

My apologies for disturbing you.

What have you done to me?

I can't see.

I can't barely feel my body.

I want you to come home with me.

But go with me.

Just leave me here.

I'm dying.

Just let me die.

Leave me alone.

Just let me die.

Please.

Naught may ever truly perish, and thus none do truly live.

The winds bury their souls, entwining them in bramble and briar.

Yet some are they who discover the flames and therewith burn and burn and burn.

And now we must into the air.

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Today's episode was written by Mark Anzalone and performed by Stephen Zivik, Sam Stark, Aubrey Akers, and Mark Anzalone.

Sound editing was completed by Stephen Anzalone and script editing was conducted by Walker Kornfeld.

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