Shadow Builder

And God said, "Let there be light!" And there was light.

And with that first light, was born the first shadow.

The shadow was not diluted by light. The shadow remained pure.

120 proof!

Eclipse the light, and bid the shadow... return!

Now please, Mr. Lambert.

Mr. Quinlan. There was some mention of financial compensation?

Okay, I'm your man!

The hair, Mr Lambert.

The blood.

The likeness.

What's the matter, Mr. Lambert? Surely you don't believe in any of this.

Hell no!

You understand, "Hell no" will soon be a contradiction in terms.

Hell will no longer be denied.

Come out, Quinlan!

Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. You're always so messy.

I'm here to take you back!

Vassey... Vassey...

Vassey!

You saw...

You saw...

No. No, I saw nothing.

- Shadows. - Shadows!

Dear Lord, I pray thee, forgive them for their sins.

Receive them into the Kingdom of Heaven.

One God, forever and ever.

Amen.

Father Vassey, were they there?

- Did you- - Yes.

- Quinlan? - Yes.

Then it's over.

I found this.

Victor Lambert.

Did you kill him too?

- No. Dead when I got there. - Sacrificed?

You see, they have completed the first ordeal of the invocation.

The second must take place during the darkness of the coming eclipse.

Stop that please, he's dead. What evil he did died with him.

Don't try to glorify it as part of some higher design.

Archbishop Quinlan was a political threat, that's all.

With access to the Dark Texts! The Compendium Infernus!

Bull - shit. Bullshit.

I usually find denial in a priest to be admirable.

You don't believe the threat is real?

There was a ticket in here for the town of Grand River.

Lambert took a trip there and back.

You think Quinlan could have started a cell we don't know about?

I don't know, but I'll find out.

Will you hear my confession before I go?

Are you truly repentent?

Not exactly in the heat of the night. Rain and just 62 degrees.

WAPR Grand River, 4:57 in the A.M.

What the...

Unit 2 to base.

Unit 2 to base.

Base.

Base!

Unit 2 to base.

Base!

- Base! - What is it, Eager?

Base, I'm at the, uh...

It's 5 o'clock in the morning, Eager. We're the only two people awake on the whole planet.

- Can't you call me Maggie? - Base, I'm at the cemetery.

I have a, uh... uhm...

What's the matter? Forgot the procedural code number?

I have a disturbance here. I'm going to investigate.

I'll just log that as a 10-100. "Officer taking a leak."

Unit 2 out.

Who's there?

...there was some mention of financial compensation...

Identify yourself!

I'm not playing around here!

- ...I'm your man... - Oh my God!

- What are you doing? Is it morning already? - Sure is, sleepyhead.

Morning, aunt Jen!

Morning, tough guy! What are you doing up there on the roof?

Building an observatory for tomorrow's eclipse!

You sure he's not building that observatory to spy on Ginger Kirk?

Hey Chris, Sam wan't to know if you're building the observatory to spy on Ginger Kirk?

No, but he can come up and use the telescope if he wants!

Okay! See you downstairs!

You really want Chris to know that I spent the night?

Honey, he's 12 years old. He watches Melrose Place.

I know, but I still think we should be a bit more discrete, don't you?

We have the worst kept secret in Grand River.

- That is not true. - Okay.

Maybe they don't know everything.

Morning.

Morning Sam. How many pieces of french toast do you want?

I... You know, I can't really... I'd love to stay, but I have to go and...

- You know, that thing I'm doing later... - Sam.

Did you remember your cuffs this time?

- Yeah, right here. - Okay.

- See ya. - See ya.

- Hi, Sam! - Hi, Sam!

Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Butterman.

- Morning Sam! - George. Caesar.

See ya, aunt Jen.

Hold up there, tough guy!

I want to talk to you about why you're up so early this morning.

Oh, I wanted to get the observatory done.

- You didn't have any bad dreams last night? - Only one.

That guy that came over to visit us... can't remember his name.

- Vic? - Mr. Lambert, yes.

He was in it. It was all dark, and there was something else in there with him.

- What was it? - The sun was blocked.

There was like a huge bird, only bigger.

It was black and it was coming right for me. I couldn't move!

Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna need analysis or anything,

Tell you what. How about you come by after the clinic closes and take your old aunt Jen out to dinner.

- Okay. - Have fun today, I'll see you tonight.

- See you later. - See you later.

Look at all this traffic.

- I think this Eclipse Festival is really working out, Sam. - Sure is.

- Good morning, Sheriff. - Good morning.

- Nestor. - Hey, Lizzie. Aren't you looking fine today? Yes, sir!

Go blind, Nestor, you're gonna go blind.

What you don't understand Sam, is that hammerheads like me need guys like you.

- I'm afraid to ask, Nestor. - Guys like you are boring in the sack!

That's why so many wives and girlfriends show up at roadhouses

all lipstick, liquor, looking for a good time!

I'm no longer listening to you. Good morning, Maggie. Anyone run off with the town while we were sleeping?

Sleeping? Is that what I mean by boring? Yes, sir!

The mayor called. Said someone stole his tomato lamps. He thinks it was old man Covey.

How could he tell? The smell? Dead skunk!

Sam, Eager hasn't radioed in for a little while. Said he was checking out a disturbance in the cemetery.

I called Jenny's, but you'd left.

Okay, I'll check on my way to Covey's. Anything else?

Well, the flyers warning people how to view tomorrows eclipse came in.

We need someone to distribute them to the merchants.

Yes, sir!

- Good morning, Dr. Hatcher. - Hi Kelly. So, what have we got going today?

- Just more of the same. Shots and trots. - George is finally bringing in Caesar.

- A neutering? Really? - Having boyfriend troubles again?

Can I help it if I find solace in my work?

Larry?

Larry!

Mary Hatcher, sweet Christ!

Fuck!

Paul! Get your ass out of the road!

Creepy dude. Probably some perv.

- He's a priest, I saw his collar. - What'd I tell you?

Sam, uh... Chris is here.

Keep him outside, will you? I dont want him to see his mother's grave.

What about it, Doc? Is he burned?

There's no evidence of an accelerant.

You see these dried vesicles? They look like swellings caused by insect stings.

The skin is... helio-reactive?

We have to keep the body out of the light.

- Does that mean, no flash bulbs? - No flash bulbs!

Harvey, get Nestor to get a couple of tarps down here, all right?

Move it! Before that sun gets high enough to shine down in the grave.

I remember bringing Larry Eggers into the world.

Son of a bitch, Sam! I can't remember the last murder in this town.

- Not in my lifetime. - Yeah.

Bring the body to my office, Sam. Mary's remains, too.

What the hell happened here, Doc?

Damned if I know.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

This is disgusting!

I want these curtains taken down and cleaned properly. Now, about replacing the altar covering-

- Can I help you? - My name is Father Jacob Vassey.

Oh yes! Your bishop called, saying you'd be stopping by.

I'll be right down in one moment Father, please.

- I'm Father Charlie Finler. - You know this man, Father?

Vic Lambert. Yes, I had the misfortune years ago.

Now what's he done?

He is dead.

Desecrated?

Yeah, looks like Larry Eggers interrupted them. He's dead.

Oh my God!

Jenny, do you have any idea why anybody would dig up your sister's grave?

No. Of course not.

Well, I heard that Vic Lambert was back in town.

Yeah well, Vic's a creep but I don't think he's a grave robber.

Victor Lambert was a boozer and a bully.

Always looking for the easy way, the quick buck.

Ah! I assume these are what you're here for?

I don't know what I'm here for, Father.

Well. These are copies of the letters old Father Nearing wrote to Lambert about the baptism.

What baptism?

- Lambert's son, of course. His baptism. - He had a son in this town?

Has. Christopher Hatcher, he lives with his aunt on Broadway Road.

I don't see why you're taking such an interest in this now. The boy hasn't been in church since his baptism!

He's probably a little hooligan, just like his father.

Whatever happened, I bet old man Covey had something to do with it.

Maybe now he's digging up corpses to chow down on!

Covey, a cannibal? He's gotta have freezers full with cold ones!

Let's go see.

- What? - Go to Covey's?

Sound like something the Sheriff should do, Chris.

Listen, the Sheriff's dating my aunt Jen, that practically makes me the Deputy.

- Yeah, Deputy Dickless! - Chickens! I'm going.

Thanks Harvey. Your light should do it.

After what I saw today, not sure I'll ever wanna go back into my dark room.

Doc? Do you need me for anything else?

No, no... thanks again.

Okay, old son... let's see what you're made of.

Hi! I need to speak to the Sheriff, please.