Midnight, Texas

Rachel, my God!

You get younger every time I see you.

Oh, shut up!

Mm, nice.

Always the best for you, darling.

Um, I'm sorry.

I should have told you on the phone

when we set up the appointment.

Um, my fee has gone up.

Well, after all this time,

you should know you're worth every penny.

- I want to see you. - Yes.

- Show yourself. - Yes.

Harold, make yourself known.

Rachel's here. She wants to talk to you.

He's here.

He wants you to know he thinks the new haircut is hot.

32 years we're married.

Now that you're dead, you like it short.

Harold says he was stupid.

- He hated change. - God, Harold.

Not a day goes by I don't miss you something awful.

He doesn't want you to grieve him forever.

He wants you to be happy.

I-I need to tell you something.

I'm seeing someone.

He's listening. Go on.

We're taking it slow,

but...

I'm happy.

He wants to know who it is.

It's Kevin.

Well, perhaps we should take a break.

Or just stop altogether.

No.

You are not to cross.

What's wrong?

Stay back. You stay back.

My partner? My friend?

- Harold? - You had to go there?

Oh!

Since when?

- Did you wait till I... - No, it's nothing like that!

What's it like then?

Does he like your hair like that?

- No! - Get out of my body, Harold.

Ahh!

Sit!

- Oh! No! - You can be with me.

We can be together again!

I'm not gonna let you hurt her!

I'd rather end it!

You don't get another go-around, Harold.

Get... the hell... out now!

Well, I guess Harold still hates change.

Ah.

You can't run from me, Manfred.

I'm not running. I'm paying you back.

- I just need time. - Too late. I will find you.

Gotta go.

Hey, Grandma.

You look terrible.

Look who's talking.

Don't tell me. Another hijacking?

Only a second. I ended it quick.

Couple of pills, headache's gone.

This move will be good for you.

You need to settle down.

You need a home.

I need to disappear.

I can't think of a place better to disappear to.

You'll be safe in Midnight.

That'd mean a whole lot more

coming from someone who wasn't dead.

Mr. Snuggly, just wait a minute.

I'm almost done.

A musician.

Pawning a... trumpet?

That's it. You nailed it.

Don't cry.

- It won't be long. - I don't want to die.

You'll be an angel up in Heaven with God.

We cast you out,

every unclean spirit...

- Every legion! - Wonders...

My own children leave me here to rot!

Go to hell!

Company pull!

Attack!

Hey.

You must be Manfred.

You made good time from Dallas.

No traffic the last five hours.

No, there isn't.

I'll show you your new home.

Come on.

The last tenant left the furniture.

If particle board bothers you,

you're welcome to come by the shop.

It's f... it's fine. I like newer things.

RV out front suggests otherwise.

Hey, I gotta come clean, man.

I checked you out before renting the house.

I hope it's not a problem.

That you're a psychic?

No, just the opposite.

I was gonna offer you a month's free rent

if you could help me out.

My fiancée, well...

Aubrey, she... she walked out.

And she's not returning my calls...

Let me stop you. It's...

It's not real.

I tell people what they want to hear.

I'm just really good at reading people.

That's all it is.

Well, no harm in asking.

You got the place for a month.

You need it any longer...

I know where to find you. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

_

Does this look like a Walmart?

No. I don't provide crayons.

Amuse your own children.

I'd like to place an order to go.

You're Manfred. Bobo said he had a new tenant.

I saw your RV, nice ride.

I know. Real chick magnet.

I'm Creek.

I live behind the Gas & Go

with my dad and little brother, Connor.

- Cool. - Follow me.

- Where? - The Midnighter's Room.

It's where we sit.

Except the Rev. He eats alone.

Now that you live here, you eat with us.

So if Midnighters eat there then...

The rest of the folks are ranchers, folks from Davy.

- Well, I don't want to bother. - You're not.

It's usually more crowded.

Folks are getting ready for tomorrow.

It's the Annual Fall Picnic. You should come.

Well, if you'll be there.

You meet your neighbors yet?

Sort of. You're the non-musician.

That's Olivia.

Lemuel Bridger.

You eat beef?

Wouldn't have moved to Texas if I didn't.

- Do you trust me? - No.

But I'll let you pick out my dinner.

You'll like it. I promise.

Don't let her father see you looking at her like that.

I didn't mean any offense.

- If I'm interrupting... - You're not.

I live under the pawn shop, work the night shift.

That's very nice.

He's hot. And he's real interesting.

He's interesting because he's here.

No family, no friends.

He's running from something.

Then he'll fit in just fine.

- Apologies. - For what?

It's been a while since I've eaten.

I'm weak, and I was worried.

They look like they could be trouble, so I leeched energy.

Leeched? What are you exactly?

Vampire's one word for it.

Seriously?

Holy... What the hell?

I'm beginning to take offense.

Frankly, I'm less frightening than those sons of Lucifer.

Here. You'll feel better.

Told you.

What's so funny?

Usually I'm the freak in the room.

So, uh... none of this neck thing?

Oh, that's always on the menu.

Madonna's pot roast special.

See, I told you you'd like it.

So, if you want, I could stop by your place tomorrow

and we could go to the picnic.

I'm not sure. I had a big day of driving...

I'm spent.

You'll feel better in the morning.

I'll have to miss it, but you should go.

Midnight... is very different in daylight.

Fiji, why don't you jump him already?

That's not what I was thinking.

Yeah, I know what you were thinking.

I was admiring his cooking techniques.

And don't make that dirty.

- Why did she bring the new guy? - 'Cause she's lonely.

Don't worry. I made him cookies. Sand tarts.

If he had bad intentions,

he'd be tossing those cookies as we speak.

Did you poison our new neighbor?

It's not poison if he doesn't have poisonous intentions.

Rasta!