Crossover: Immortal Sins

Thanks.

Looks like we might have the victim's cell phone.

Hopefully we can get an ID on him.

This is weird.

I think I've been here before.

Talking past life or on the job?

No.

Shit.

I had my first job here 30 years ago.

Yeah?

We called a house fire at that abandoned farm over there.

They found a burnt body of a woman.

That's crazy.

So, do we have a cause of death?

Looks like he was impaled by a piece of rebar.

Pretty sure it's the murder weapon.

Still lodged in the body.

So, what are you thinking?

You know, I think we should have a cadaver dog sweep the area.

See if he's the only one.

Okay, I'll make the call.

And, um...

I'll look up that old case file when we get back.

You seem to have things well in hand.

I'll return in the morning with the passports.

Remember, I need her alive for this to work.

Stop knocking him. Come on.

Hope you two enjoyed your little vacation.

David.

You know by now that I'm always gonna find you.

No, it was harder this time without Nicole.

She was the one that led us right to you.

I think she can sense the difference.

I didn't know then that you were fucking sadists.

I'm nothing like you.

I thought you might say that.

So, Jen and I, we, uh

created a little home movie starring you.

And it's premiering tonight, one night only.

You can, uh, press play.

Oh.

One of these things is not like the other.

No, I don't...

I-I-I don't believe it.

This can't be real.

It can't be.

Are you ready to join our little club?

Hey.

Here's your initiation.

Hey, hey.

Ugh.

Did you fuck her?

Because if you did, you...

Oh, you little stupid fucking junkie.

Do you know what happens when your blood mixes with ours?

Do you know?

Dave, you're gonna hate me forever.

Harry, we still need her.

No, no, no.

No.

Rule number one.

We don't fuck the help.

She would have died horribly, David.

Harry did you a favor.

Clean her up, Harry.

No.

Don't fucking touch her.

Don't touch her.

Oh, oh, oh.

I really thought you were seeing demons.

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

David.

David, you still need me.

David.

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Ah.

Do you mind if I get a closer look?

Yeah, of course.

These are gorgeous.

They're not too creepy?

Fuck, are you kidding me?

They're total fucking nightmare fuel.

I mean, they're so haunting.

Yeah, you're going to blow them away.

I kind of just wish you brought your tarot cards

to give me a reading.

Next time.

Are you doing the psychic fair this year?

I am, and it's at the old high school again.

I rented a booth, so come by if you want a reading.

You know I will.

OK, I'm taking some of these.

Yeah, I guess you should get back to the dance floor

before Shireen starts a search party.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

I'll call you and see how you're doing, OK?

OK.

I love you.

Thanks, Aaliyah.

I love you.

Say hi to your mom for me.

I will.

OK.

I'm coming.

Wait. No, no, no, no.

Go.

I've been married for 30 years.

I've been buried for 30 fucking years, you...

Oh, that little shit.

I'm gonna rip that fucking kid's face off.

Oh, shit.

That's pretty good.

Hi, I was just wondering if I could leave these flyers here for the psychic fair.

And I'll have a medium coffee, black.

Thank you.

Sorry, is your name David?

What? Oh, I'm so sorry.

How do you know Rachel?

I don't... I don't know Rachel, but, uh...

Aaliyah, enjoy your coffee.

Hey, thank you. Cheers.

Thanks.

Hey, Rachel. I just met your secret boyfriend.

How come you didn't tell me you were seeing someone?

Anyways, call me back. He's kind of cute.

I'm sorry.

I believe we have a problem.

Open the link I've just sent you.

It's him.

There, he's back.

He could disrupt everything.

You have to keep quiet, Jennifer. You know how he is.

What do we tell him about David?

Harry's been underground for 30 years.

He'll want David's head.

Do you know where David is?

No.

Then there's no problem.

I trust Rachel is still situated as intended.

Her time may be imminent.

Artist-in-residence at the Gansas arranged.

A deal I gave the proprietor on the lease

came with all the strings I need to keep things in line.

I'm sure the girl can scarcely fathom her good fortune.

You know, she has a spitting image of...

Are you sure David doesn't know?

Positive. And Harry can't know either what with the war path he'll be on.

We need to know how close Rachel is to crossover.

Make contact and keep me apprised.

About time she met her fairy godmother anyway.

Come on.

Horse?

Let's go.

Found it.

Here's that old case file you mentioned.

I see a lot of crime scene photos here, Kara, but

no autopsy report?

That's because there wasn't any.

The corpse was stolen from the morgue before it could be autopsied.

Shit, that's right.

I forgot the body was stolen.

Any updates on the phone from the crime scene?

Yes. Turns out it was the victim's phone.

It was a truck driver named Ken Jackson working for Ashford Cereal.

He didn't make his delivery yesterday, so I put an APB out on the vehicle.

What about the grave?

Forensics found a rusted old .45 calibre 1911 in the grave under the body.

They aren't making any promises,

but they might be able to pull prints from the magazine or the bullets.

I wouldn't give my hopes up.

It's in pretty bad shape.

Damn.

We need something to work with.

We'll get something.

I'll keep digging.

Regional police are now investigating two homicides

on Concession Road 8 next to an abandoned farm

where they have discovered yet another body.

This one in an open shallow grave.

Shit.

Earlier today, police and homicide detectives were called in

when a jogger discovered the body of a male in his 30s.

Oh.

But my heart's still there.

David, I assume this is about Harry,

or do you need some new identification?

Is he with you?

No. I'm quite certain it's you with whom he'd like to speak.

Fuck you, Victor.

You know what they did to me.

No?

Fuck you, David. You're delusional.

What they did to you, you gave it back in spades.

Listen, if Harry's gunning for you, I'm not going to aid in a bet,

but I certainly won't stand in his way.

It's high time you learn you can't change what you are,

and neither can I.

SIGHS