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- Previously on "Midnight, Texas"...
I need to disappear. - You'll be safe in Midnight.
- You meet your neighbors yet? - Lemuel Bridger.
- What are you? - Vampire's one word for it.
- Olivia, she's got more secrets than anyone.
Joe, you can always count on him to help.
The Rev, he's obsessed with his pet cemetery.
- Aubrey, marry me.
- Yes, I'll marry you! - Yes?
- [screaming]
- Aubrey Hamilton,
she's definitely dead.
- The veil between the living
and the dead is awful thin here.
- Aubrey, what is it you need to tell me?
Pecados?
- [screaming]
- Hey, we got something!
- Aubrey wasn't who you thought.
She was married. Name's Peter Lowry.
- If you were gonna kiss me, now would be a good time.
- You're under arrest for the murder
of Aubrey Hamilton-Lowry.
- I did not kill her! - She's a witch.
- Tomorrow's a full moon.
I'll be unavailable for a few days.
- I'll help. - [cries]
[metal creaking]
[dramatic music]
- [growling]
*
- Ah!
*
Here.
*
I think we lost it.
- How bad is it?
- [gasping]
Ah. - [gasps]
Oh, my--it's not that bad.
- Never play poker. - Sorry, sorry.
I just need to apply pressure.
- [gasps] - Does that hurt?
- Less so at the moment. - Well, good.
It's the least I can do.
- Just so you know, once I'm not bleeding,
I'll try for that kiss again.
- Well, just so you know, a little blood doesn't scare me.
*
[crashing]
[screams]
*
- Take this. - What?
Nothing with bullets? - I'm new to Texas.
*
- Where is-- [metal ripping]
[gasping]
- [growling]
- Any ideas, Grandma? - Grandma?
- She's dead. I see her.
- Stop talking and run.
*
[distant thumping and growling]
[windows rattling]
[faint screaming]
- Bad night?
- "Go to Midnight," you said.
"Small, out of the way place.
Nice folks. Just lay low, work, make money."
- So that's a "yes." - That house is infested.
Ghosts and whatever the hell's growling in there.
Oh, and I just promised the town I'd help with--
[phone buzzing]
- Hightower's been calling all night.
- Remember what you used to say?
When the going gets tough--
- We live in a house with wheels.
[laughs]
I know...
But that was before I died.
You don't have me anymore, Manny.
You need people.
- It's a lot more than I signed up for.
- It'll be worth it. Midnighters protect each other.
- Sure, great, kumbaya.
- You saw it with your own eyes.
- [exhales deeply]
I don't know if I can handle going back in there.
- It's Midnight.
You don't need to pretend you're normal.
Let your freak flag fly.
Tell 'em what's up.
*
- This is bad.
The police came into our town and took one of us.
- I should've let you crush them.
- Stop. I made it worse for Bobo.
- You didn't show them anything they didn't already suspect.
- Bobo is going to have to face
the consequences of our actions tonight.
We scared the police, and that never goes over well.
- No, we need to get back off their radar...
where we belong.
- And bring Bobo home.
- That shouldn't be too difficult,
since they didn't kill Aubrey.
- I need help.
- That's an understatement.
- Here's the thing. My place is overrun
with ghosts and all sorts of evil crap.
- Crap?
Can you be more specific? - Poltergeist.
Demonic entity, maybe.
- Well, that should be taken care of.
- What makes you think it's demonic?
- The growling, for one. It's evil as--
- Sure you're not trying to weasel out of keeping your word?
- No, I want to get answers from Aubrey.
I'm just saying, the chaos back at my place will make it hard.
I need backup.
- The sun will be up shortly. I'm out.
- Whatever you need.
I know my way around haunts.
- I'll go. I'm curious.
- You know CPR?
Just in case it doesn't go well.
- You got the wrong man.
- Well, the gun that shot her was registered to you.
- Well, that might be true, but it doesn't change the fact
that I didn't kill her.
- She was married to a skinhead.
- I didn't know until you told me.
- Okay, well, let's--let's say that you didn't kill her.
Who did?
- Isn't that your job?
- It seems to me that your neighbors
didn't seem to be too fond of Aubrey.
What with the crime scene being what it was,
dead animals, occult look--
- With all the rumors and stories,
it's easy to assume the worst about Midnight.
Folks tend to let their imagination run wild.
- Oh, did I imagine your little friend
stopping and crushing my car with her mind?
Did I imagine that?
- I got no idea what you're talking about.
- [exhales] Well...
I got an idea.
Just let me handle it.
*
Sure you have nothing you want to say?
- Nope.
[suspenseful music]
*
- Bobo Winthrop.
Peter Lowry, Aubrey's husband, wants us to give you a message.
*
[grunting, blows landing]
*
- [yells]
- [grunting]
*
- Oh!
*
- [grunts]
- I didn't kill her.
So tell Lowry to stop coming after me.
- It's barely morning.
The moon won't be up for a long time.
- Too many variables. Too many strangers.
I'd rather be safe than not.
- There's no need to worry.
- It's taken me a lifetime
to find a home where I'm accepted, so I worry.
If anything happens, don't hesitate.
Make sure no one's hurt.
I feel dread.
Something is different.
- We do this every month.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
[chains rattling]
[flies buzzing]
*
- [shudders]
You were right.
- Some seriously bad mojo.
- Do you see any ghosts now?
- Yeah.
[faint murmuring]
- My Goddess.
[low growling]
- Whoa.
- You saw that too?
- That definitely feels like some sort of demonic spirit.
[water gurgling]
What is it?
- Aubrey's here.
*
- Are you gonna talk to her?
- Yeah, something like that.
Just, uh, stay back.
[flies buzzing]
Aubrey?
We need your help.
[water gurgling]
*
Bobo's in jail.
So if he didn't do it,
I need you to show me who did.
[water gurgling and dripping]
You can, uh...
borrow my body.
Show me what happened.
*
[gagging]
*
- [screams]
*
- [gagging and spitting] - Manfred!
- We need to get him out of here.
Come on.
.
[chimes tinkling]
- Drink that.
You'll feel better.
- [groans]
I haven't slept that deep in a long time.
Your place is quiet.
- It's more than quiet.
Inhospitable to the dead.
I gave it a deep cleanse before I moved in.
Mediums don't usually stay long in Midnight.
I imagine it's got to be hard on you.
- Pawn shop's not my favorite place.
- Yeah.
- I saw the murder.
A biker killed Aubrey.
- Sons of Lucifer?
- You know them? - I see 'em around.
White power jerks.
Aubrey was married to one.
- I'm sorry, what?
- [laughs] Confused? Join the club.
Poor Bobo looked like he got punched in the gut
when Livingston told him.
You need to tell the police what you saw.
- I didn't see who killed her. - You know enough
to point them away from Bobo.
- You really think he'll believe me?
- He might.
You led him to the gun.
It's a long shot, yeah, but we're neighbors now.
It's what Midnighters do.
Plus, you promised.
- Sure.
Sure, I'll be neighborly. - Great.
While you're doing that, I'll get to working on your house.
- With whatever that is? - It's a devil's net.
Captures evil.
Lets me measure malevolent energies.
We have got to take care of your house ASAP.
That thing under the floor?
It's worrisome.
- You think by conjuring Aubrey, I...
invited it in?
- You know, like I said before,
Midnight's on a veil between worlds.
Maybe you did.
Regardless, we got to get it back on its side of the veil.
- How?
- An exorcism.
- Great.
- But I will need to prepare.
So while that's happening, you talk to Livingston.
*
- I got to give Manfred a ride to the police station.
*
- Before you go...
*
I found this...
while I was doing laundry.
Tell me you did not go flying.
- I went flying.
- Someone could have seen you.
- I know, but with Aubrey's murder,
Manfred's arrival, I was worried.
- Worried about what?
- About the end of everything we know and love.
I gotta go.
- We're finishing this conversation.
- I know. I love you.
- [chuckles]
*
[country rock music]
*
- [whistles]
Hey.
What are you and Joe doing?
- Um, I saw something. I think it can help Bobo.
- Oh, well, good luck.
You help him, everybody's gonna be really grateful.
- Yeah, I'm just trying to do the right thing.
- [laughs] Well, now you're just trying to impress me.
- Is it working?
- I don't know.
Uh, I'm working tonight, but maybe later
this week we can... - See you, Joe.
- Have a nice day.
Hey, Joe.
*
- Let's go to Davy.
*
Had the Sons of Lucifer patch on the back of his jacket.
And this face mask, like a skeleton.
- But you didn't see his face? - No.
She didn't get a good look.
I was right about the gun.
- That was very specific. - Okay, fine.
Specific.
The night Aubrey died,
she was taking a walk, clearing her head.
She didn't know what to do.
She wanted to tell Bobo she'd lied, but she was scared.
She didn't want to lose him.
- And she said all this? - In a way.
She--her spirit showed me what happened.
What she remembered.
*
A truck shows up.
Right away she knows something's not right.
She goes for the pistol in her bag,
but it didn't help her.
- [screams] [gunshot]
The guy jumped her from behind,
took the gun, and shot her with it.
After that, she was in and out of consciousness for a while.
She remembers being in the back of the truck.
She saw him toss the gun.
And then she was dragged to the river's edge.
Other things had died there.
Aubrey realized she was being left there to die.
It took a while.
- [gasping]
- Three days, to be specific.
- [sighs] Okay.
It could be that her ghost
told you all of this.
There could be a simpler reason.
*
- I killed her?
- He wouldn't have come if he were involved.
- The gun was dumped in the river.
Guessing that's not the only evidence he got rid of.
You really want to find the killer, you keep looking.
*
- That was pretty badass.
- I hope it helps.
- I got faith.
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Resume the search further downstream.
Humor me. In case we missed something.
Thanks.
Back from the hospital?
- One's still in surgery.
Knee's being rebuilt.
The others are stable.
Good thing they're Nazis, or I'd feel bad.
- Think this is funny?
- [laughs] - It's not.
You're suspended.
- What? - Till further notice.
- Okay, so I pushed a little hard.
- Effective immediately.
[tense music]
*
- Since I was a kid,
I've known Midnight's all sorts of bad.
Now we've seen it.
Those Midnighters are dangerous,
and you know it.
*
- "But now ask the beasts,
"and let them teach you.
And the birds of the heavens, let them tell you."
*
[groaning, bones cracking]
Or speak to the earth
and let it teach you.
.
- You sure about this?
Mirrors in séances can get messy.
- [laughs] You don't need 'em
'cause you can see the dead.
I can't.
The mirrors help me see the spirit realm.
You know, glimpse other dimensions.
Ooh.
- Belonged to my grandma. - Feels powerful.
- Yeah, supposedly my ancestors fought demons
and demonic possessions back in Europe.
Grandma, packrat that she was, she kept a ton of stuff.
Probably illegal.
- I'm intrigued.
But that's for another time.
Now we have an exorcism to perform.
You ready?
- As ready as I'll ever be.
[ominous music]
*
Whoa. - Bad as before?
*
[faint screaming]
- Worse.
- Well, there's some evil present, for sure.
*
[bright ding]
Spirits who once called this place home, we need to talk.
[overlapping whispering]
They listening?
- Not so much. More like circling me.
- You're their ride back to the living.
I can't compete. I need to be alone.
They need to have no other options for leaving.
You can be hijacked. I can't.
- Right, I'll just be on the porch if you need me.
*
[bright ding] - As I was saying.
Spirits, we need to talk.
*
[crashing, cat yowls]
- [gasps]
[cat meows]
God, I hate cats.
[distant rattling]
*
[thump, growling]
*
[muffled growling]
*
- [growls]
- Oh, my God.
[gunshots]
- [growling]
- [gasps]
*
[screams]
[tense music]
*
[faint dripping]
*
[upbeat rock music]
- All right, ladies, Sam, you have 15 minutes
to finish up, or y'all can take it to go.
*
We're closed.
- You can't let anyone leave. - I can't?
- Something's out there.
Something strong enough to kill a person
and hoist 'em up a tree.
- It's a full moon.
You know what? Just scratch that.
You can stay as long as you need.
- Where's Creek?
She said she was working. - She is, just not here.
[ominous music]
- * This thing called love
- [growling] - * I just can't handle it
* This thing called love
* I must get round to it
* I ain't ready
* Crazy little thing called love *
- [growling]
- * This thing - * This thing
- * Called love - * Called love
* It cries in a cradle - * Like a baby
[ominous music]
- Creek! - * Shakes all over
- Creek! - * Like a jellyfish
* I kind of like it - Creek!
- * Crazy little--
- [growling]
- Ah! - [gasps]
[distant growling]
- Come here!
What was that? - It's a tiger.
- What? Come with me!
*
This way. Here.
- [growling]
- Not this way. - [growling]
*
[pipe hissing]
*
- Why the hell is there a tiger?
- I think it's the Rev.
- What? Is he okay?
- He'll be fine. Let's move, now!
.
[door slams]
- You're late.
- Moving slowly tonight.
I haven't had breakfast.
- No. I covered the shop all day.
No leeching tonight.
I'm wiped.
- I smell blood.
A lot of it.
[upbeat country rock music]
*
- [growling]
[gunshots]
*
- You let him out, didn't you?
- No, she did.
*
So, if it bites you, do you--
- You're born a were, dimwit.
- Not exactly common knowledge. Weretigers are rare nowadays.
- So the Rev did that? - Such a waste.
[blood dripping slowly]
*
You're bleeding, aren't you?
- A little. - More than a little.
[sniffs] Smells fresh. - I got it, Uncle Lem.
Here, have Madonna take a look at it for you.
*
- [sighs]
I need ammo.
[door clinking open]
*
We have to stop it before it hurts anyone else.
- Silver makes me sick,
but if one of those so much as grazes the Rev, he's dead.
- Well, it's not the Rev we're dealing with anymore.
*
- Ah.
- It's the last one.
- [exhales sharply]
[soulful singing]
How do you know how to do this?
- Well, to live in Midnight,
you need to know how to protect yourself,
and the people that you love.
And that girl over there is one of 'em.
*
She's sweet on you.
But so far, the only thing you've brought here is trouble.
*
So don't make me regret sewing you up.
*
- I won't. - Hmm.
- [exhales]
*
Thanks.
*
- I don't see him.
You all right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, better than some ERs I've been to.
- [chuckles]
So thanks for saving my life back there.
- Ditto.
*
[ominous music]
If you'll excuse me.
*
[clanking and creaking]
*
Fiji! - Shh!
[clanking and creaking]
*
[exhales slowly]
Exorcism complete.
Your home is now inhospitable to the dead.
Thank you very much.
[sighs]
Whoo.
- Um, Fiji? - Hmm?
- What's that?
[ominous music]
- Something real evil is still in here.
You see anything?
- No.
No, the spirits are all gone.
*
It's, uh, it's still here.
[faint whispering]
- [deep voice] Fiji.
- What do you want?
- We should go. - [deep voice] Fiji.
- You hear that?
Who are you? What do you want?
*
- [deep voice] I want you!
[door creaking]
- Ah!
[dramatic music]
[lock clicks]
*
- [whispering] No.
.
[Fiji gasping]
[dramatic music]
[Fiji screams]
*
[gasping]
- What's doing this? - I don't know!
[gasping]
*
[screams]
[gasping]
*
[yells]
[gasping]
What--what is it doing?
[gasping]
What is it doing? I can't stop it.
[gasping]
Please help me! Please help me.
- I won't let it hurt you.
But...
I need someone a lot more powerful than me.
- Who? - Long story.
I'll be back in a sec.
- Where you going?
- I need some magic from the stash.
- Where are you going with your
great-great-great-great grandma's skull?
- You said she was powerful,
and I need her help.
*
- Yikes.
*
- Demon.
Satanic power.
Whatever the hell you are.
Let her go.
*
I call to you, my ancestors.
I summon you.
*
Help me condemn this demon
back to hell!
Ah!
*
- [gasping]
[glass shattering]
Nothing.
- [groans]
Are you hurt?
- I don't-- I don't think so.
But...
it's gone.
There's no evil here.
Your home is cleansed now.
- Yeah. Yeah, the house is quiet.
- That was...
That was not good.
I need to go home and take a bath.
- I wouldn't leave.
The Rev escaped.
- What?
[phone ringing]
- Yeah. - Did you find him?
- No sign. I'm outside of Davy.
Lem's searching the river.
- We'll take the ranches.
- We?
*
- What do we do if we see him?
- We get him home.
- Okay.
Wait, stop.
- You see him? - No.
But I think he's been here.
*
- Olivia, I think we got him.
*
- Shouldn't we wait till Olivia and Lem get here?
- They'll be here any second.
*
- [growling]
*
[snarling]
*
[gun clicks]
*
- You two okay?
- We're good.
- Great, never been better.
*
- Emilio.
We've been friends for a long time.
- [growling]
- It's not the Rev.
- Why isn't she shooting him? - No, he's a friend.
Most days.
- [roars]
- Ahh!
*
- Ah! - [roars]
*
- No, no, no, I'm okay.
- This needs to end.
- Olivia, no! You can't.
- Don't!
He'd want this.
- Stop. No.
- The Rev didn't want to hurt anyone.
- Like you said...
he's not the Rev.
- [growling]
*
- [grunting]
.
[bones cracking]
[soft music]
*
- You're back.
*
It's okay now.
- No, it's not.
I know what I did.
*
- Bobo.
One of your neighbors came forward with some information.
We followed it up.
We found a Sons of Lucifer jacket downstream
from where we found the pistol.
There was a hair in the zipper.
It matched Aubrey.
- You think her husband did this?
- Well, let's just say that he is a person of interest.
Now, we're looking for Lowry. If you see him first--
- I'll call you.
*
Thank you, Sheriff.
- Hey, good luck. - Thank you.
*
- Deliver her from evil.
Bid her soul eternal rest.
Amen.
Been a long time since I've killed.
- It's not your fault.
- Well...
the weretiger is me.
Before coming to Midnight, I spent a lot of time alone.
Tigers are solitary, but humans--
- Not so much.
- It's hard,
reconciling both sides.
That's why I'm a reverend.
I suppose I'm trying to find meaning in this duality.
- Any luck? - Yes.
Being a reverend led me here.
This is my home, my purpose.
And I don't want to lose it.
- You won't. We won't let that happen.
*
- Last night was different.
Usually, a bull is enough to sate me.
This time it wasn't.
Something is different.
And that scares me.
- Yeah.
*
- [deep voice] Fiji.
[ominous music]
*
Fiji.
*
[louder] Fiji!
- Fiji?
- You're out.
[both laughing]
- Charges dropped. - Yes.
I owe you.
Not too often friends take on the cops for me.
- Well...
now it's time to move past all this ugliness.
- I can't.
Aubrey's husband is still out there,
and as long as he is,
this isn't over.
[Quaker City Night Hawks' "Duendes" playing]
[upbeat country rock music]
*
- * Goin' down to the Duendes
* Goin' on my own
* Goin' down to the Duendes
* See how deep that forest goes *
[explosion]
* How deep it goes
- Shouldn't have let Bobo Winthrop out.
We're done here.
- * I stayed for 40 days
*
- Evil is being drawn here.
Human evil, supernatural evil.
And it's just beginning.
The more that evil takes hold, the more the veil frays...
Until it breaks altogether.
*
- How do you know all this?
- A millennia ago,
the last time it tore, I was here.
- So that's it?
We wait for this to happen?
- Maybe not.
There's a prophecy.
An army will rise to battle the evil
and seal the veil forever.
That army will be led by a man with the gift of vision,
who can bridge the living and the dead.
- The new guy?
- My combo housewarming and...
"thanks for saving my ass" gift.
- That's awesome, thanks. - Oh, yeah.
Fiji told me what you did.
- Um...
Aubrey, she--she wanted to tell you the truth.
Her husband asked her to get to know you,
but what she felt for you, that was--
that was real.
- Thanks for that.
But the woman I love, she didn't exist.
[knocking at door]
- Bobo.
Glad to have you back.
- Nice to be back.
- I'm just checking. How's the stitches?
- [hisses] Painful.
- Mm-hmm. - But um...
At least there's a good story with the scar.
- Hmm.
Ooh.
Looks like you're making yourself at home.
- Mm-hmm. - Wow.
I thought for sure after the tiger
and the ghosts, you'd be gone.
- Well, I can't leave now. I got a sign.
- [chuckles]
Well?
- Well, what?
- Well, I think you said that once you weren't bleeding...
*
- Just--just curious.
Is this about pissing off your dad?
- [laughs]
I'd say maybe 2% is me rebelling,
and the rest is me kind of being into you.
- Well, 98%.
I can live with that.
*
- Manfred stands between us and that?
- I think so.
- Damn.
[ominous music]
*