I'm Sheriff Donna Hanscum.
My husband Doug left me last year
'cause he said I loved cookie dough milkshakes
more than him. You deserve better.
Donna. Doug.
Well, aren't you looking good? Huh?
I lost six pounds.
Hey, you're a quarter of the way there!
Doug seems like kind of a dick.
You ever think there are things out there,
things that don't end up in the police blotter?
What I think I saw were teeth.
You think I'm crazy? Not at all.
Sheriff Cuse is a vampire. She just pulled out a machete.
Donna saw his teeth.
What the cuss? A vampire?
Ha!
They can't hurt you. They can't hurt you.
If it bleeds, you can kill it.
This isn't about your, uh, your clown thing, is it?
What? No.
What in the world did they do to you?
I think I've been having visions.
It's just images. I mean, more of a feeling, really.
I mean, maybe these visions are coming from God.
Whoa.
I mean, Dean, the first one happened after I prayed.
You prayed? When was this?
Back in the hospital.
What did you pray about?
I guess I was just looking for answers, you know?
When was the last time God answered
any one of our prayers?
This is their second drive in overtime,
with both teams having possessed the ball.
The next score wins. Mm.
Every play becomes... Oh!
1st and 10 from the 32-yard line.
8:21 in O.T... Stan!
Can you take out the trash?
He is running left. Ohh! He gets...
Stinks to high heaven.
It's your cooking that stinks.
What was that, honey?
Nothing, dear.
2nd and... The game's in O.T., can't it wait?
backs him into center, slowly defends...
Hey, hon, bring me another brewski.
He's flushed out of the pocket.
Hey, thanks, babe. He's got a man open...
Throws...
And it's caught by...
Uhh!
Don't need possum traps, huh?
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So, uh...
on the off chance that you're actually listening, uh...
Uh, I gotta be real honest.
The visions aren't making a whole lot of sense to me.
Truth is...
I don't know what's what.
Please.
What are you trying to say?
Really?
I mean, really? You ever hear of privacy?
Hey, you want privacy, close your door.
Thought we talked about this.
Yeah, we did, Dean. But why is it so hard to believe
that God could be sending me visions about the darkness?
You kidding me?
He didn't feel the need to show up for the Apocalypse.
Why would he give a crap now?
I don't know. Maybe because she's his sister?
What do you wanna do? Sit back? Ignore him? Do nothing?
No, that's ... that's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying, don't count on God.
Okay? Count on us.
Right.
Oh, this is everything Cass dug up in Gaza,
every last bit of prebiblical lore.
Hmm.
Half of it I couldn't read. It's in Aramaic.
And the other half...
Nada.
Not a single mention of the darkness, so...
Well, I'll be damned.
Huh?
Donna, what's shakin'?
Fat sucker Donna?
What do you mean "Killer bunny"?
Sheriff. Hey.
Oh! You two are a sight for sore eyes!
Mmm!
What, are you working all 10,000 lakes now?
This isn't usually your beat.
Just Larsen County, what with the cutbacks and all.
For the most part, it's been tater tots and lemon drops,
except for this doozy.
I mean, when you get a call about a killer Easter bunny,
you don't know what to think.
Well, you think crazy.
Guy's real strong, too.
Lashed out at several officers.
Took a whole team just to get him into custody.
But that's not the weirdest part ...
bunny head won't come off.
What do you mean?
Tried everything short of a chainsaw,
but it's really stuck.
I mean, who knows? Could be nothing.
Guy could just have a big melon like my Uncle Wally.
But ever since I've seen what goes bump in the night...
I'm not taking any chances.
You did the right thing, for sure.
Maybe.
I'm just still not 100% sure this is our kind of case.
But if, uh, you got a wild hare...
See what I did there?
It's good to see you two!
Who you got there, Sheriff?
Gentlemen, this is Officer Stover.
He's lead on the case.
Agents Elliott and Savage.
Huh. Nice to meet ya. And please, call me Doug.
These two fine fellas will be helping out
with the old hippity hop.
Oh. We're gonna need it.
And not that Sheriff Hanscum isn't doing a bang-up job.
We're lucky to have her.
Well, I better get back to it.
Uh-huh.
What?
Hey, it's none of our business,
but it looks like somebody might have a crush.
I was born at night, Dean. Not last night.
What's the deal? He seems nice.
He is!
But he's a cop... named Doug.
I mean, clearly, I have a type,
but no, thank you, ma'am.
Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd.
All right, where's the wascally wabbit?
Any witnesses?
Yeah, vic's wife ... Fran Hinkle.
Poor thing thought she was next,
but the bunny just up and walked out the door.
You I.D. him yet? Nope.
No wallet. No cell.
Ran his prints, but no prior record.
Couldn't even get our hands on him long enough
to check for any identifying marks.
Only thing we do know ... he's Caucasian,
roughly 18 to 25.
And terrifying.
Clive's on the line. Said it's an emergency.
Just shoot a hoot if you need me.
You need anything? Crullers?
Not right now.
What's up, Doc?
Be easier all around if you just talk to us.
Careful. Yeah.
So what happened, pal? Hmm?
What, you dropped too much Molly?
Super glue your mask to your head,
get paranoid, stab a guy?
Hoo. I've been there.
Let me guess, Rog.
You were framed!
What?
Dean!
Ah! I-I got it. I got it.
Ah!
- It's not a demon. - He is strong.
All right. Whoo.
"Kylie Forever."
That'll work.
Better be her.
Last Kylie on the list.
Excuse me. Kylie Jennings?
Yes?
You know this rabbit?
You found him. Who is he?
Mike Hooks. He's my boyfriend.
Okay, well, you have any idea why your boyfriend
would stab somebody?
Wait. What?
How would Mike know Stan Hinkle?
Who? The victim.
Okay, hold on. This... This makes no sense.
Why would Mike stab a complete stranger? I mean...
Oh, God. What?
I don't know. I thought it was nothing,
but he was acting really weird yesterday.
Weird how?
Well, after class, we went to this thrift shop.
We needed to buy costumes for a party off-campus.
And Mike found this super creepy bunny mask.
I mean, it ... it grossed me out, which he just loved.
But as soon as he put it on...
That's when the weird started?
Yeah. He just... Stared at me.
At first, I thought that he was just messing around,
but then he walked out without paying.
He left his cell at the register,
so I had no way of reaching him, and...
Look, Mike's, like, the sweetest, okay?
But I'm telling you, as soon as he put that mask on,
it's like he was a completely different person.
You really think the hospital can get this puppy off?
Two words ... bone saw.
Yeah, let's see here...
What?
Lady cops can't handle the heavy liftin'?
I didn't mean that...
I just figured...
We shot him full of tranquilizers.
Dead weight.
I didn't want you to hurt yourself.
"Hurt myself"?
I do crossfit.
Just gotta engage the core and lift with the knees.
Watch and learn.
Oh!
Little help would be nice!
Okay, yeah.
Yeah. Oh, hold up.
Oh!
Those FBI boys.
Hiya, Dean.
Whoa.
Whoa!
Aah!
Oh!
You okay?
No, not really.
A 19-year-old kid is dead.
That's not on you or Doug.
He was just doing his job.
I know, but...
That kid was innocent.
I mean, if the mask was cursed,
then he was just a puppet, right?
He was victim, too.
No one else dies.
Not like this.
Come on.
That's good.
Come on, one more.
Good.
Nice job, Buckner. All your hard work's gonna pay off.
You think so, Coach? I know so.
Any scout would be a damn fool not to snatch you up.
Just lay off the H.G.H.
You might have to pee in a cup.
I'll be next door if you need another spot.
Need another spot?
Aah!
Uhh!
Are you over at the high school? Come in.
Yeah, I'm here now.
Good news ... coach is still alive.
Bad news ... he's in a coma,
so we're not out of the woods yet.
Two masked psychos in two days.
I mean, what are the chances?
My guess? Copycat killer.
Damn social media.
Uh...
Okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
You know, did you guys talk to the kid yet?
Be my guest. Thanks.
Hi.
Agents Elliott and Savage.
Brock Buckner.
Well, um, Brock, what did you see?
Not much, man. I mean, I was just hammering my bi's,
gettin' all swole, and next thing I know,
coach Evans is getting his ass kicked by the mascot.
And who is the mascot?
Why would I know? I'm the quarterback.
Besides, his mask wouldn't come off.
I couldn't believe how strong he was either.
I mean, for a scrawny dude, he was as strong as me,
and I hold the state bench record.
Oh, yeah? What do you bench?
Four plates.
On each side.
Oh. That's...
Okay, so other than the, uh, mask not coming off
and the Jester hulking out,
did you notice anything else unusual?
What do you mean?
Uh, power surges? Temperature fluctuations?
Uh, the weight room did get really cold.
Thanks.
Hmm.
Well...
Ain't a cursed object.
Ghost possession. Oh, for jeez.
Ghosts can possess people? Yeah. So, uh, Ghosts 101 ...
somebody's spirit can attach itself to an object
or a bunch of objects left behind.
In this case, masks.
Right, so whoever possesses the object...
Gets possessed.
But if we can't get the mask,
how the heck do ya unpossess someone?
Everything has a weakness, even ghosts.
They hate iron and salt.
So all we gotta do is spook the spook
with a little salt and, uh, maybe we could pry it off.
My diet secret.
One bite of dessert and then I dump salt on it.
Kills the craving.
And that works? You betcha.
On everything except... salted caramel.
Well, that's cute.
But I was thinking
something a little bit more like this.
You said no one else was dying.
Salt pellets.
What's going on?
Poor thing doesn't deserve to be locked up.
So let her go.
No one saw her face, right?
Yeah, he was a drifter, overpowered you, escaped.
Well, there's some female empowerment for ya.
Don't worry, hon.
Just gonna ask you a few questions,
then you're free to go.
I am?
Scout's honor.
You remember attacking Coach Evans?
No, I swear.
I went to pick up the new mascot costume,
went to try it on, and the next thing I know...
I'm in jail.
Did you even know him?
He was my P.E. coach last semester.
I mean, he was kind of a hard-ass, but...
That doesn't mean that I wanted him dead.
Michelle, where did you get the costume?
Was it a thrift store?
No, someone donated it to the school.
Do you know who?
Rita Johnson?
Yeah, who's askin'?
Got a few questions we want to ask you
about a case in town. Who is it, Mom?
Um, Max, why don't you go back and finish your homework?
Why are the police here?
Hey there, fella. You ever see a real cop car?
I mean, if it's okay with your mom.
Yeah.
You can talk on the police radio.
Really? It's pretty simple to figure out.
Cool. Mind if we come inside?
The costumes belonged to my brother Chester.
He was a kids' party performer before he passed.
Ah.
And, um, how did ... how did Chester die?
Uh, my brother suffered from depression.
He took his own life a couple months back.
Jumped off a bridge.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Max begged me to keep the costumes.
He loved them. He loved his uncle.
I mean, he lived with us, so they were really close.
But they made me sad, so I donated them
to the local high school, the theater company.
Thrift shop?
Yeah, places like that.
Can I ask where Chester's buried?
He's not. He was cremated.
Would you mind making a list of his costumes?
As many as you can remember?
Sure. But what does this have to do with your case?
That's what we're trying to figure out.
Uh, one more question.
Did Chester have a falling out with Stan Hinkle or Phil Evans?
Um, or anyone for that matter?
What do you mean?
Did he, um,
did he have any unfinished business with anyone?
No, not that I can think of.
I mean, I don't even ...
I don't think Chester even knew those guys.
I remember Chester's suicide.
Real sad.
So now that we know he's the ghost,
how do we stop him?
Well, usually you gotta burn their bones,
but he was cremated.
So we're up poop's creek without a paddle?
Mm. Not exactly.
I mean, looks like he's tied to the costumes,
which means the only way to stop him is to burn them.
Then we're already ahead of the game.
I had Doug go to the high school and collect the costumes.
Great.
Here is a list of the rest.
Think you and Doug can round 'em up?
Yeah. You betcha.
Now we just gotta figure out
what Chester's beef was with the vics.
Ghosts come back for something personal.
Usually, it's revenge.
All right, drop me off at the hospital.
I'll check on the coach.
I'll see if I can find Stan's widow. Let's go.
Who the hell are you?
You get a story out of Bozo?
Yeah, uh, name is Steve Buress.
60 years old, retired G.P.
Apparently, he was playing dress-up with his grandson,
and the next thing he knew, he...
Doesn't even know how he got to the hospital.
He "escape," too?
Yeah.
I'm so losing my job.
I was on my way to Woodbury to pick up a Woodpecker costume.
Then I got the call about the coach.
Yeah. This time...
Killer clown.
Already put out an A.P.B.
What the heck is going on in this doggone town?
Told ya. Copycat killers.
So this is a-a copycat of a copycat?
Come on, Doug.
It's not that hard to wrap your noggin around, is it?
Whatever you say, Sheriff.
I'm gonna go get the Woodpecker.
What's the deal? Why don't you cut the guy a break?
I mean, I wouldn't be buying what you're selling either.
I don't have time for insubordination.
Or is it maybe that you're treating new Doug like old Doug
and not even giving him a chance?
You know what I think?
You need to mind your own beeswax.
We have a case to solve.
Phil and Stan were college roommates.
Knew each other since they were 18.
They were like brothers.
Out of all these years of friendship,
did, uh, your husband or the coach ever know a guy
by the name of Chester Johnson?
He was a children's performer.
Yeah. They knew.
Ugh. I can't even say his name.
He makes me sick.
I know you shouldn't speak ill of the dead,
but I have nothing nice to say about that man.
Killer clown? You're serious?
No, Dean, I'm joking.
Because clowns are really funny to me.
Did you take care of it? Yeah.
What about you? Anything?
Yeah, turns out that Stan and the coach
were besties from way back
who accused Chester of crossing the line with their kids.
Oh. Wow.
Yeah.
But they didn't wanna go to the cops
'cause they didn't wanna embarrass their kids.
So they decided to track down Chester themselves.
They went to his house and got Rita instead.
So she lied?
Chester did know the vics? Apparently.
So Fran said that Rita told them to screw off.
And... Well, before they had a chance to confront him,
he killed himself.
So suicide led to a vengeful spirit.
I mean, it's not like we haven't seen it before.
Or maybe it wasn't suicide.
Hey, uh, Max, right?
Is, uh, is your mom home?
Not yet. Okay.
Um, I just needed to ask her a few more questions.
Uh...
Um...
I-I guess you can wait inside.
Okay.
Hey. Poker?
I can show you a move or two.
Magic trick.
Something my uncle taught me.
Ah. Yeah, you were pretty close to him, huh?
Yeah.
He was cool. I miss him.
He sounds like a good guy.
He was.
What those men said about him wasn't true.
I don't appreciate you talking to my son
when I am not home.
Hey, we were just trading some card tricks, that's all.
What are you even doing here? I told you everything I know.
Okay, honey, go to your room.
Look, we know
that the coach and Stan confronted you about Chester.
That is none of your damn business.
It has nothing to do with any of this.
Those men were murdered.
And whether or not you believe it, your brother is connected.
How? Chester is dead. Killed himself.
You sure about that?
Oh!
Look, we need to know the truth.
People's lives are at stake here.
Yeah. Maybe yours. Maybe Max's.
Okay.
A couple of months ago, Stan and the coach came by.
They said that Chester was with their kids,
did something...
inappropriate.
I got defensive. I mean...
Chester was sweet, like a dad to Max.
So I told them to get lost.
If they had a problem with Chester,
they could go to the cops. But they didn't.
They didn't have any evidence.
But then, I started to have my doubts.
I mean, as much as I wanted to defend my brother...
What they said really...
Got under my skin.
Chester was always a little... Off.
Only got along with kids.
That's why he became a party performer.
I spent my whole life sticking up for my brother.
But what if I couldn't see him for who he really was?
And he and Max were so close.
I mean...
What if he was hurting him, and I didn't know?
Chester was my brother, but...
Max is my son.
So you wanted to protect him?
How could I look the other way?
I had to suck it up and face my biggest fear.
If not me, then who?
But I should've talked to him.
I just should've gone to him first.
Instead...
I called Stan back.
And he said that they would take care of it.
So one day when Chester was working,
I told them where he was.
Going somewhere?
Yeah. Home.
I don't think so.
No. Hey!
Hey! Help! Help!
They promised me that they weren't gonna hurt Chester.
They were just gonna scare him a little bit.
And I thought, you know, maybe a good scare..,
maybe that's all he needed.
Stop! Stop, please!
Stop! Why are you doing this?
You know why, sicko! Leave our kids alone!
I've never hurt your kids or anyone's kids!
I love kids!
Yeah, we know!
Oh! Oh!
Let me go. Let me go!
Stop it! We're not gonna ... let me go!
Stop it! We won't ... let me go!
Oh, let me go! Stop it! Stop it!
They didn't mean to kill him. They ... they said...
That it was an accident.
But I wasn't there, so I didn't know what to believe.
And I wanted to go to the cops and explain what happened,
but Stan said that we'd all go to jail.
And I couldn't do that to Max.
He already lost his father
and his uncle.
And he... He couldn't lose me, too.
So I... didn't say anything.
Fear cripples you.
It makes you do nothing.
Or worse...
It makes you do something that you regret.
I should've trusted my brother.
Hi. How's it going?
Tracked down every last costume.
You didn't happen to see
a-a deer head by chance, did you?
Deer head?
Oh, my God.
That wasn't on the list.
Uhh!
Max?
Max? Max?
Uhh! Aah!
Max? Max!
Max. Max, no!
What are you doing? M-Max!
Max?
Mom, what's happening?
Oh!
Hey! Burn it now!
Yeah.
Come with me.
Uhh!
Okay. Whatever you do, stay inside this circle.
I don't understand. Ghosts.
You wanna know how this ties to your brother?
Cause and effect.
Wrongful death spawns a vengeful spirit.
Chester.
Uhh! Aah!
Uncle Chester, no!
All right, I think it's, uh,
time we gotta get out of here.
Here's hoping something less murderous
brings you back to Minnesota,
like Prince or cheese curd fest.
You had me at "curd."
I-I don't know how you two do this,
day in, day out.
Figuring out who's possessed, who isn't.
Your life's one big poop storm, isn't it?
Spoken like a true hunter.
Really?
Hunter? Oh, yeah.
I mean, with three cases under your belt,
I think you earned it.
Yay!
Okay. Yeah.
Mmm!
There we go.
Thank you.
Bye.
So...
Been a crazy couple of days.
Darn tootin'.
But you've been great.
I really appreciate all your hard work.
And, uh...
Sorry if I was a little tough on ya.
You mean you treating me like a punching bag?
It's okay. Really.
I got baggage, too, Donna.
Everyone does.
You know, if it makes you feel any better,
you can call me by my middle name...
Lonnie.
Mnh.
I think "Doug" will do just fine.
Okay.
I keep praying to God because if it is God ...
and I know you think it isn't, but if it is ...
then he's showing me something I don't know what to do with.
What?
The cage.
Lucifer's cage?
Yeah.
What if he's telling me I have to go back?
What if he's saying that's where the answer is
to beating the Darkness?
Sam, no. No, okay.
I don't know if these visions are coming from God
or PBS or what.
But we've been down that road.
Anything having to do with that cage is ... it ... it's suicide.
And you of all people know that.
So, no.
Just... Not gonna happen.
Okay.
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