The Activated Man

- The end is nigh, my free minds.

If you're just joining the story,

we are looking at the disturbing, the shocking,

and the true rise in unexplained murder-suicides

that have swept our city, spreading like a cancer,

from similar rises and similar stories,

popping up all over the country over the last 25 years.

But what exactly is going on here?

Have we entered another dimension of sight and sound?

Just tonight, another crazy account,

coming out of the Valley.

A husband, a father, Richard Mills,

wealthy, beloved member of the PTA.

A respected lawyer in the community

was coming home from work,

like it was just any ordinary day.

But on this day, Richard walked into his house,

walked right past his wife, past his kids, into his office,

grabbed a Glock nine millimeter from his desk,

walked into the living room,

and slaughtered his entire family.

It's okay.

- Then Richard Mills stood in the middle of his living room,

surrounded by the bodies of his butchered family.

Put a gun in his mouth, dead.

- It's okay. You're all right, buddy.

Hello, buddy.

Your minds are shut!

I'm outta here! I'm done!

God damn it!

Well, I'll tell you why.

Richard Mills was possessed.

By something, something dark. A demon? I don't know.

We don't know.

But mark my words, my friends.

This will continue.

There will be more and more of these murder-suicides.

I wish I was wrong. I wish I was wrong.

Stay tuned.

I...

I keep seeing him die.

Over and over again.

I can still feel his fur.

- I know. It doesn't feel real at all.

I was still holding him.

A few hours ago, I was still holding him.

I was still holding him.

10 years.

10 years we were together, almost every single day.

Every single day, since I rescued him.

Through bad, through good.

Through everything.

And now he's just gone, like that.

My boy.

Hey.

Louie!

Oy.

Louie?

Louie!

You're okay. You're okay, pal.

Sarah!

Hey, buddy.

- Oh, my God! - Sarah, get the keys!

Get the keys.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Hey, buddy. Let's go!

To cancer.

Over a dog.

- You know he wasn't just a dog, to you or me.

You know, he was with me,

every day,

after I got laid off.

Through all those resumes I sent.

You probably didn't notice much, 'cause of work, but,

I...

I watched him fall apart.

- Just don't worry about the bills right now, please,

and I'll take care of the car until things get better.

Hey, hey.

It's gonna take time and I'm here for you, okay?

It doesn't change

how embarrassing it is,

how hard it is.

Louie helped keep me together.

I mean, it's like losing a son.

I lost my son.

I know.

- We had a connection. I don't even know how to explain it.

But, it was...

Spiritual.

Yeah. Maybe.

Is that weird? - No.

That was pretty clear when I met you and Louie.

God.

I can't even see straight.

- You just went through some pretty intense trauma.

God.

You okay?

Does it look grainy to you?

"Grainy"?

Like...

Like a film? Like film grain?

Uh...

No. I mean, I know what you mean, but...

What, it looks really grainy to you right now?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Louie?

Ors? What is it?

I can see him.

I can see him.

What?

You see him?

Oh, my God.

My boy.

Thank you for visiting me.

Babe, look.

I can see him.

My god. I can see him.

- Baby, what're you talking about? There's nothing there.

Are you sure you don't want me to call out today?

No, it's okay.

Do you, do you...

Do you see him anywhere?

Mm-mm.

I really did see him, though.

You don't have to convince me.

- What's that one for again?

Rose quartz, for healing.

And the third eye of Horace.

For protection.

And seeing the unseen.

I Love you.

Sarah?

The fuck?

- I asked her how it could be George.

It's an adult cat.

The medium said because time runs in a circle,

the higher spirit exists across all time at once,

and it knew I needed George again.

So part of the spirit was born into a similar cat

that lived similar experiences

a couple of years before George died,

and then he entered my life just when I needed him.

It was fate.

- Hey! - Shit!

- Damn it, Kit! - Got you.

Oh, my God.

What? No Super Soaker?

- Come on, that really hurts my feelings. I swear.

- It's a weird day. What's going on?

Oh, yeah. Well, um...

I've got four potential witnesses down at the murder-suicide

in Echo Park.

- Jesus. That's four, just in that area.

- That's 44 in the whole city. It's a freaking madhouse.

Okay.

Just give me a few minutes to finish this up,

and I'll be right out.

Sure.

Oh, hey. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about Louie.

He was the best.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I'll see you in five.

Okay.

- Wow. It looks delicious, thank you.

Enjoy.

Thanks for coming out with me.

I know you didn't want to, but I think it's good.

Yeah. Probably.

- You should try to get out every day.

Even if it's for a walk or groceries.

You know our neighbor?

The old one?

Mr. Creeper?

What?

You saw him today?

With a new victim.

Not the same as the last one?

Like different than the last 10 you saw walk in there?

Maybe he's an escort.

Maybe he's a cannibal.

You never know. You should see some of these cases I get.

True crime.

- Anyways. We're taking some of Louie's stuff out.

And I see him.

And he spots me looking at him.

Awkward.

Then he waves at me.

Oh, shit.

- Guess we all have a weird neighbor, right?

Mm.

Or maybe

we're the weird neighbors.

Yeah.

- Are you still seeing that grain from last night?

Yeah.

I don't know what's going on.

Am I losing it?