Thir13en Ghosts

Is it bad tonight?

Bad? That's one way to describe it.

"Insane" seems a little more appropriate.

He's breathing down my neck.

It's my opinion we should get the hell out of here.

- Now! - Noted.

Clean this place up and locate our guests.

I just need to take the edge off.

You know the routine. I need you clearheaded.

First things first.

Now, where is he?

Show me where he's hiding.

You said he killed nine! There's 40 victims here!

Nine when he was alive. He's added a few.

Now where is he, Dennis?

All teams go to alpha. Bring in the cube!

Why is he named The Breaker? Is he a truck driver?

Simple folklore. The local color exorcising its demons.

Or maybe it's because he broke his victims into pieces.

I hate being rushed.

This one's different.

- You'll get a bonus. - With what money?

After tonight you'll be surprised. Get to work.

Careful, Dennis.

Don't get too curious.

No! Son of a bitch!

How can you justify what you're doing? It's slavery.

You are persistent, Damon. And you, Kalina?

Still carrying around your quicksilver flares and the little magic book?

You're not capturing animals. They're human beings!

Dead human beings.

You should join Greenpeace. Throw blood on old women's furs.

Who are you to play God?

- Playing's for children. - You won't succeed.

Not without the right spells and the 13th ghost.

13th ghost?

Get them out of my sight! We've wasted too much time.

Why did he say 13th?

Move the cube into position.

What did he mean, 13 ghosts?

You contracted me for 12 ghosts. The Breaker's 12!

I'm done after tonight.

Yes, 12 and then one more. I thought you were psychic.

- That's not how it works. - There's no time to argue.

Release the bait.

What bait? We never needed bait before!

A truck full of blood? You've gotta be shitting me.

Oh, boy.

Now...

...power up the cube.

Start transmitting.

Come.

Come.

Come!

Oh, God! Help me!

Help me!

Oh, shit!

Where is it? I can't see it!

Put him down!

Hey, Cyrus. I hope you're happy. You got your 12.

Help me! He's dying!

Hang on, Damon. Somebody help! Damn you, Cyrus!

Somebody help me, please!

Help me. Do something!

Oh, Cyrus.

Oh, God.

Oh, Cyrus.

- Swing me. - Come on, Bobby.

Come on, Kathy. Faster!

- Let me get your arms. - Come on. Try to drag me.

You're the best little brother. I love you.

- Come on. - I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!

Look at them. She's got him on the run now...

...but soon he'll be throwing her over his shoulder.

They're perfect.

No, watch. Watch them.

They really love this place.

I love you, you know?

Surprise!

My heart! My heart!

- Happy birthday, Dad. - Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday, Arthur. - Here's my present.

- We love you. Make a wish. - Blow out the candles.

What'd you wish for?

- I love you. - I love you too.

What's that? The smoke alarm?

It's the fire alarm. I'll get the kids.

Dad! Help, Mom!

- Get the kids. Get the kids! - Mom! Dad!

- Mom! Dad! Help me! - Dad, come on!

- Where's your mom? - I don't know!

Bobby, we have to get out. Oh, my God!

Jean! Jean!

Mom's still in the house. We can't leave her here.

Bobby, go outside. Go wait outside, now.

You can't go back in there, sir.

I'm sorry, sir. She didn't make it.

I should have gone back in.

We're here to honor the memory and life's work of Jean Kriticos...

... a devoted mother and loving wife, who was too quickly taken from life.

Jean, you will be forever missed, but never forgotten.

- I miss you, Mom. - I miss you, Mom.

Why did you have to leave us?

- I can't do this without you. - Don't go.

Mom, I love you so much.

Please watch over us.

I'll love you always.

Dad, it's al...

It's almost 8:30. Shake a leg or you'll miss your first class.

Today on Death in America : Cancer rates are down...

...but suicide is sky-high.

We have a treat today.

A body was found, "decolopolated."

Hey, hey. "Decapitated."

Find a healthier hobby.

Leave me alone. I'm recording!

Good morning, everybody. Something smells interesting.

They found a headless guy behind Dunkin' Donuts.

I love Dunkin' Donuts.

- Shit! - Kathy.

Why not let Maggie make breakfast? That's why we hired her.

Have you tasted her cooking?

- Just that once. - Hey, I heard that!

- I cook better than you. - We have to try to get along.

Okay.

Tell Kathy that keeping a record of death is healthy.

Keeping a record of deaths is healthy.

- She's being a little slut about it. - Don't call your sister a slut.

- Thank you. - I prefer the term "bitch."

Sluts have loose sex...

Did you do your homework? Because Mr. Peterson told me...

Damn it, Bobby!

I've tripped on that three times!

- Sorry. - We need a bigger place.

We don't have a big place anymore.

This is the best I can do for now.

So let's try and keep our shit off the floor.

Now put away the damn tape recorder and get ready for school.

I'm sorry, Dad.

- Must be the lawyer. I forgot. - What lawyer?

- Isn't our credit cleaned up? - It's not about that.

They won't make us move again, will they?

It's all right. We'll deal with it.

- Mr. Kriticos? - Yes. You're...?

- Ben Moss. How do you do? - Please come in.

- Is now a good time, or...? - Good a time as any.

Please, just give me one minute, will you?

Okay. Sorry. I'm ready.

I represent your uncle Cyrus Kriticos' estate.

- We have an Uncle Cyrus? - Had.

I met him a couple of times as a kid. He wasn't popular.

Squandered the family fortune.

- We have a family fortune? - No. Cyrus squandered it.

- Bobby, you have a late uncle. - What is he late for?

- His next birthday. - You mean he's dead?

- That got his attention. - Pipe down.

Cyrus recorded this six weeks ago...

...to be played for you in the event of his death.

Arthur, it's good to talk to you.

Sadly, if you're watching this, it means I am dead.

Happily, that makes you and your family my sole beneficiaries.

I've instructed my lawyer, Mr. Moss, to deliver the essential elements...

... in my last will and testament. Give it to them, Ben.

- A key? - A key to what?

- A key to your new house. - What?

This house is the fruit of my life's work.

Everyone gets their own bathroom!

- Is this for real? - It is a one-of-a-kind home.

It's my home, actually.

My home.

I have no complaints. I've led an interesting life.

I have seen some amazing things.

My only regret is that I never got to know my nephew, Arthur...

... nor appreciate the love of a family, like you have.

This house is my attempt to make up for that.

Enjoy.

Perhaps we'll meet again...

... in another life.

- Wow! - When can we see it?

Whenever you like. I'm heading there today.

If you want, your wife and kids...

- Time out. I am not the missus here. - My wife...

- My wife is... - Our mom burned to death in a fire.

- Bobby! - What? It's true.

That's enough, Robert.

Mr. Moss, just exactly where is this place?

Just a couple hours drive from here, in a town called Willow Grove.

It's in a gorgeous area. Your uncle liked his privacy.

There isn't a neighbour for miles.

- Come on, hurry up. - S-U-F...

- Suffocate! I got it. I win. - So what? You think you're so slick.

Come on, you guys. We're almost there.

- Excited? - Yeah.

- Mom would have freaked over this. - Yeah.

Looks like things are starting to get better, right?

Yeah.

That's strange.

Dad, it's beautiful!

My God! I've never seen anything like it.

Cool! So "futuroic."