The Boneyard

Miss Oates!

Anybody home?

It's me Ms. Oates, Jersey Callum,

Homicide Division, remember?

Lieutenant, something's not right here.

Yeah Mullin, you're not right here.

Mullin?

Alley?

Shit, Jersey, don't you cops ever knock?

We do.

I knocked, I yelled, you didn't answer.

I was sleepin'.

People do that in the privacy of their own homes.

- You getting' up or you just goin' to bed?

I don't have to take this crap.

Alley.

You bastard.

- Alley, I tried to find you up at the school.

You're trespassing Callum.

The Dean of the English Department

said you quit weeks ago.

Just get out.

What the hell is this, huh?

What happened to you?

Just leave please.

- All right Mullin, pack it up, huh, we're outta here.

What about, uh, what about the witch?

- You know you're really somethin', I mean that.

You're bettin' a thousand, you know that?

Go on, go.

Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

it's kinda hard to get good help these day, ya know?

It's funny, ya know 'cause that's one of the reasons I came,

ya know, you can help.

Ya know, I saw the files and things you burned

out there in the fireplace,

and thank you I noticed my card happened to be one of 'em.

So anyway, I'm gonna leave you another card just in case.

In case?

In case what?

I get the urge to help you dig up baby bones again?

Like some dog you got on a leash?

- Alley, last week we dug up the bodies of three kids.

I can't help you.

- It seems a mortician had kept them locked up

in a storage room for some time.

He kept them alive by feedin' 'em--

Damn it, I don't care!

- By feedin' 'em parts of his other clientele.

Clientele?

You mean ca, cadavers?

- The coroner found human remains in their stomachs.

Ah Jesus.

The mortician turned himself in,

he said he had some ghouls locked away

in a storeroom at his place.

God, enough!

Just shut up, will you?

I don't want this crap in my life anymore.

It hurt too much.

Every time I'd be helping you on some case,

I'd be praying we wouldn't find 'em, but we would.

Just what the hell

am I supposed to do with the grief, Jersey?

What do you do with it?

- All right, you listen to me for just a minute,

I'ma tell you somethin'.

A lot of people don't believe in

this so-called gift that you've got.

A lot of the people don't believe in what,

what do you call it, psychometry, eh?

And I'll tell you the truth,

I don't know if I believe it or not,

I, I have seen your work and I've seen the results.

Listen, on this case, we don't have anything,

we don't know who these kids are,

we don't know where they live,

we don't know who their parents are, ya know?

I don't have a clue.

I'm supposed to tap every resource I have

and that's why I'm comin' to you.

All right I know you had it kinda rough

on those last cases and so did a lot of people.

Well you go on you,

go on, live in this bizarre kinda tomb you made for yourself

or you can come out there and join the livin' and maybe,

just maybe between the two of us we can

I don't know maybe we can help these kids move on.

You know, at least promise you'll think about it.

Alley, promise.

Oh.

- And you believe this to be true, this curse?

Mr.Chen, you're not helping us here, Mr. Chen.

- I have told you what is true, all at great risk to myself.

- These are very serious charges

that are pending against you Mr. Chen, now you're attorney--

He won't be needed.

Why is that?

Because he can't hep me.

You called us for help.

Why, why'd you do that?

I did what I did because I was afraid,

they are becoming restless,

harder to manage, the cycle must be stopped,

you must stop them!

- Just who are they, come on one more time.

They are my masters, just as they were

my father's before me and his father before him.

So you and your ancestors

have been retainers then?

Yes, three, three centuries,

it is penance generations of my family

have learned to live with.

A penance?

- For mistakes my ancestors have made.

- Pay attention,, huh, maybe you'll learn somethin'.

They involved themselves

with things they did not understand.

The occult?

Okay, question, if these, if these things

are are so feared, so powerful,

why do they require mere mortals to protect them?

- They do not, it has been my family's responsibility,

curse to see that mankind is protected from them.

You see if they are not fed, they will feed.

But the bodies they found

were dead, Mr. Chen.

They, they weren't any threat to anybody.

- They are kyoshi, the undead, when they are full

they can play 'possum very well, very well indeed.

You wanna see it again?

No.

Well, what do ya think?

I don't know.

Somethin', somethin' feels different about this one.

What else have you got?

- Looks like Mr. Chen here is the last of a long line.

He was the only son, he's never been married

and there's no children.

He inherited this mortuary business from his late father.

Who had it before his father?

According to what we found,

he's from a long lie of morticians, why?

Fresh meat?

He'd have an endless supply of protein, wouldn't he?

Organs, limbs?

Now, he couldn't touch the bodies

that he had to put out for viewing.

No, no.

Not above the waist anyway,

but he could strip their backs.

Oh yeah, well.

Are you serious?

Well, Mr. Chen certainly is.

Oh I don't know, I mean,

maybe he took those three kids, ya know,

invented the ghouls to create his own reality, I don't know.

Just wasted three live, huh?

You mean four.

Oh, listen, I am,

uh, I'm sorry about uh you know what I said over there,

the kitchen and all and the talk about you

building the tomb for yourself

and all, and I just ya know.

I was talking about Mr. Chen.

I'm sorry, I thought you meant uh.

Forget it, doesn't matter.

All right, but I'm tellin' you,

any publicity this time and I'm walkin'.

No problem.

No, Jersey I mean it,

you keep my name out of it this time.

Look, need to know basis.

I don't want people lookin' me up after,

not even you, especially you.

Well.

Let's go see the bodies.

Hoped I'd never see this place again.

Yeah well you almost didn't,

this building's gonna be torn down.

The County Coroner is consolidating

new headquarters over in Jefferson,

all these satellite building's gonna be demolished.

In two months, this place'll probably be the first one.

Good.

Alley, sign in would ya?

Floofsoms!

Bad!

Bad dog!

Doesn't baby waby recognize Lieutenant Jersey, see?

- Just give us the tags will ya, Miss Poopinplatz?

Are you authorized?

Okay, what about her?

She is with me.

Oh, driver's license?

Hm, porked out, didn't we?

- Hey come on, will you, we don't have all night here.

- Oh cool your jets Jersey, fetch Floofsoms, fetch!

None of our patients are going anywhere.

Okay, come on you two.