Phantoms

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Ronnie? It's Lisa.

I know, I know.

I want to, baby...

but I can't. I've basically been

abducted.

She looks like my older sister.

The Surgeon General.

You know...

Me too.

Ditto.

Listen, I can't talk here.

Take my number. Call me back.

It's area code 303-560...

Ronnie?

That was low.

That was really low.

Thank you so much.

Okay, fine.

I'll stay a month.

A month won't be so bad, right?

No offense, but I don't think

Snowfield can compare to L.A.

activity-wise.

And besides...

Mom needs me back.

Mom will be fine, Lisa.

Anyway, it's healthier up here.

Less smog, less gunfire.

I like smog and gunfire.

- Less Ronnie.

- You don't know him.

I know the type.

He's cute.

They always are.

Many people here?

In the summer, with tourists,

it can be 4,000.

It's kind of cute,

in a dorky sort of way.

Is it always this quiet?

No.

No, it isn't.

Hilda, we're home!

You'll love Hilda.

Housekeeper of the Gods.

When I left this morning,

she was promising apple pie.

No message.

Jenny!

Go. Go stand over there. Go.

Looks like someone

beat the sh*t out of her.

She died suddenly.

How do you know?

There's no blood.

There's no sign of struggle.

What's going on?

Phone's dead.

Out of order now, it's

strange, don't you think?

What if she was killed?

What if the killer's

still in the house?

Sh*t!

Police station's four blocks.

We'll walk.

- You okay?

- I'm going to be sick.

We're almost there.

- It's a disease.

- Just wait.

I don't want to die like this.

We're not going to die.

Let go!

- Calm down.

- Why?

You brought me here!

I'm sorry.

You're just scared.

I am too.

Just let me do this.

Here, check the phone.

Anybody...

Nothing.

You weren't shooting

at a disease, were you Paul?

- He got off three rounds.

- More.

He's a pro, right?

He hits what he aims at.

So?

Where's the blood, Jenny?

Why do you need a gun?

For whatever.

Know how to use it?

I understand the concept.

It's like this.

See? L.A.'s good for something.

Everybody's dead.

No, it can't be.

Not a whole town.

Is there a nuke plant around?

No.

Big military base?

No.

Thought maybe...

it's radiation?

Radiation doesn't kill in a blink.

Besides...

there'd be burns, lesions.

It was running before.

I saw it.

Jacob and Anna. It's their

bakery. They're always here.

Let's go around in back.

Something's up there.

Keep moving!

Jacob!

Anna?

What the hell?

The stump's, like, cauterized.

It's some freaking maniac.

One maniac can't wipe out a town.

Just a Bundt cake.

It's just a Bundt cake.

Not that way. Out the front!

Who are you?

- What do you want?

- What is it?

Come on.

How you doing?

What's going on here.

Stu, let's go!

Stu, you okay?

Yeah.

Fine.

Can we go yet?

No, not yet.

I want to get a forensic here.

Right? Get a coroner.

You can't do that.

Get 3 more deputies.

Sheriff Hammond?

You can't bring people.

It could be toxic.

Toxic? Yeah.

Whatever got those,

definitely toxic.

They were decapitated.

Not your deputy, Henderson.

Or my housekeeper.

It was something else.

We should get them out.

You don't know what it is.

Just calm down.

You can't risk spread...

Doctor, I'm in charge here!

All right?

I'm going to get on the radio.

I'll figure this out.

Good. Let's go.

Henderson was on the phone.

The line just went dead.

We got here as soon as we could.

He used to be FBI, like me and Bryce.

He was a good cop.

Why didn't Paul see

an attack coming?

He didn't make mistakes.

Just one.

Excuse me?

If anybody was alive,

that would have brought them out.

Those lights are the Candleglow Inn.

Steve, bring them along.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay, because I need

you to be okay here.

All right?

I'm okay.

You okay?

Yeah.

Okay, then.

Have you heard any barking.

Barking? No.

- Seen any dogs or cats?

- No.

There are only 4 rooms booked.

All upstairs.

There might be someone

in the manager's apartment.

Where you want...

to start, chief?

Nothing.

All right.

Holy sh*t!

Hi.

Want to tell me what happened?

What are you doing?

Jesus.

I was just...

Looking for clues?

Yeah.

Watch the hallway.

Are you okay?

You feel sick?

I feel good.

Doctor?

Stay here.

Be careful.

Watch the hallway, Stu.

This door was locked from the inside.

I had to break it open.

Nobody in there.

So how'd she get out?

- Window?

- There is no window.

Look at this.

You want to see something?

What?

You want to see something?

No.

Who's Timothy Flyte?

I've no idea.

I was hoping you would know.

He's no one local.

- Think it's one of the killers?

- It seems so.

She locks herself in here, to

get away from him, and writes...

Then why not write a clear message?

She wrote it in lipstick.

But where's the tube?

Vanished.

along with whoever used it...

from a locked, windowless room.

What is this?

Whatever it is, it wasn't here before.

That's a gold tooth.

Like Nazis.

In the camps, they'd

leave anything of value.

This is junk.

Don't touch it.

Buttons.

Strips them to their skins.

Beyond the skin.

Jenny, what is that?

It's a pacemaker.

Got to be kidding.

Now this guy...

this guy's got an edge.

There's been no guest Timothy Flyte.

There are 7 people in those 4 rooms.

Only found one body.

Where's everybody?

Maybe they're still alive...

somewhere.

No mistake. We were to come here...

and find that message.

I'll run the name Flyte

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