Stan Against Evil

- Over here! - Oh, my God.

Hey. Wha...

Oh, my God. Stan, what are you doing?

What's it look like I'm doing?

Well, why are you wearing your uniform?

I got to go meet somebody.

And on your best day...

you wear your best suit.

Ohh.

What are... Oh, don't.

I'm sorry, Claire.

I'm so sorry.

Don't, don't, don't!

Ohh!

Ohh, dude.

Damn it.

The minute you came back for me,

I knew you were gonna try something like this!

- You should have said something. - You should have said something!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because this isn't your business.

I'm going to get Claire, and I didn't want you

trying to talk me out of it

like you're trying to talk me out of it right now.

Well, for good reason!

What happened to Claire and what happened to me

are entirely different! I wasn't supposed to be there!

Claire died of natural causes!

You are messing with nature!

Nothing... that has happened since Claire died

has been natural.

Nothing.

What if it was your daughter?

Or... Or... Or whoever you care most about in the whole world?

Maybe... Maybe that's not your daughter.

Maybe she gives you a pain in the tail.

No, she's all right.

Okay. Terrific.

What if Grace was taken from you?

You found a way to get her back.

Are you telling me that you'd let anything,

anything stop you from going through that door?

Of course, I wouldn't.

Stan.

If you go through that door, am I even gonna know you?

No, I mean, if... if Claire doesn't die,

then you stay the Sheriff.

I don't know.

I mean, what am I gonna do?

Am I just gonna poof back to my old life?

Maybe.

Maybe you go to sleep and you wake up...

You wake up in your own bed.

I-I-I don't know how all this times out.

Hmm.

No.

No, we're not gonna know each other.

Give me your hand.

What are you doing?

You go ahead and look me up if...

If you remember.

I think I'll remember.

Me, too.

Even if...

Even if it's just

a constant nagging in the back of my brain.

Ah.

That'd be funny.

Stan!

Go get her.

Sheriff's Department. Deputy Drinkwater speaking.

Yes, hello, old boy.

I was just wondering if you would tell me

the name of the Sheriff you have working there.

Is it Stan Miller?

Evie? Is that you?

Hmm.

Deputy Drinkwa... Leon, it's Evie.

Hey, um...

Am I still the Sheriff?

I think so.

Am I still the deputy?

I guess.

Oh, good.

That explains this cop-like mustache.

- Huh. - Bye.

Uh, bye.

I knew she'd snap eventually.

I can still smell that sandwich.

Hello, Evie.

Are you...?

Did you need something, dear?

Claire. Claire.

Claire Miller.

Uh...

Is Stan around?

Sweetheart, Stan is dead.

He's been gone for a year now.

Right.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Shit! Oh, shit.

Shit. Shit.

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry, Evie.

I couldn't help noticing

you've been standing on my porch for the last hour

saying, "shit" over and over again.

Right. I'm so sorry.

Why don't you come in?

So, to sum up, uh,

last year, you died,

Stan got fired, I became sheriff,

a bunch of other stuff happened.

Then Stan dug up your eyeballs

and went through the time travel cabin

to try to stop you from dying,

which I guess was successful.

But now Stan's dead, and I do not know what to do.

Thoughts?

Oh, Evie, your job is so very difficult.

- Well... - The stress must be enormous.

Okay. I see what...

Oh, man, you can cut the bullshit, lady.

Mom, I just perfected "Diamond Dogs."

- Do you wanna hear? - Oh, no, no!

It's not a great time, Denise.

Why don't you... Why don't you go upstairs

and keep practicing "Diamond Dogs"?

But I just perfected it.

Then learn "Suffragette City."

Oh. Okay.

Oh, and you sit back down.

You're not going anywhere.

And if you think that you're gonna gaslight me

after the year I just had...

I know about you.

I know what's in that sewing room upstairs,

and I know that Stan...

What?

Stan was not supposed to die last year.

You were.

You have a bad heart.

How did Stan die?

It was late. I was out. I was running errands.

It was the bloom of the black flowers.

Yeah, I know.

Every year, five black flowers

bloom in Willard's Mill, and if they're not destroyed...

Portal will open,

and the Land Of the Dead shall corrupt

- the Land Of The Living. - For time without end.

See?

I read that in your sewing room

when Stan was alive and you were...

Okay. I get it.

I had just reached the final flower

when I heard shouting in the distance.

Galasum, benedictus...

I knew it was Stan.

But I destroyed the flower.

Aah!

I reached Stan

just in time to see Ida Putnam,

the guardian of the portal, kill him.

No!

Stan!

But you died of a heart attack.

Why didn't you still have a heart attack?

Maybe by drawing Ida away from me,

Stan changed the course of events.

I-I don't know.

You can't mess with time.

Well, I-I have to.

I'm sorry.

The plan was to save you, but...

Well...

Then you'll need this to kill Ida.

You can do it.

Thank you.

You know, the modern conception of cemeteries

dates back to the early 1800s.

The states intervened

and took the power of burial away from the churches.

Sorry. I'm just practicing. I've got a...

- Field trip coming through? - field trip coming through later.

Yeah.

Well, see,

the church taught the theory of Predestination...

That... everything is a part of God's plan,

and if you're a serial killer, then great!

That must be what God wanted.

What you're doing now,

is this an act of your own free will

or is it part of some much bigger plan

and you're just a puppet?

Because you know that whatever you're trying to do,

it's not gonna turn out exactly the way you want it to.