Well, you want scary? How about this scene with the helpful-to-the-point-of-accessory-to-murder gun shop owner who happily shows this teenager his fine selection of handguns? The kid tries to buy one, but he only has an out-of-state driver's license, so the shop owner informs the kid that federal law states he can't buy a handgun. The Angel of Death looks crestfallen. After a pause, the shop owner says, "Would you like to buy a rifle?" Ladies and gentlemen, guest episode writer Michael Moore.
MORE TALKING. This time it's between Keel and Evelyn. Evelyn's laying into Keel for withholding information from Skeet, and Keel's defending himself by blah-blah-ing about Skeet's spiritual journey and junk and whether Paul is predestined for good or evil, and it would be dangerous for Paul to get the idea that he's predestined for evil. Evelyn suggests convincing Skeet that he's predestined for good, but Keel doesn't think that means much, since even those predestined for good can come to an evil end: "JFK, Martin Luther King, Joan of Arc…" He pauses. "Even John Lennon." Um, okay. The gabfest continues with Evelyn wondering aloud what would happen if Paul gets involved with the GIN people now, and Keel takes a half hour to say "I don't know" and that he doesn't think there's anything to be gained from getting involved. Other than, you know, the fact that your little SQ group specifically INVESTIGATES STRANGE PHENOMENA. And then Det. Krantz shows up all glowery goatee, saying that Skeet's not at his apartment, and Keel gets all "is there a problem" and the cop says "damn right!" and explains that Skeet left a message saying there was going to be another murder in Denver, and Krantz wants to know how Skeet's so sure: "Where is he?" And Evelyn totally rats him out, flight number and everything.
So in the Denver airport, Paul arrives, sees two uniformed cops, does that shifty look-away thing that only makes people look more suspicious, and then he's picked up by two plainclothes detectives anyway.
A little house. Family pictures. Broken glass on door to gain entry. Angel of Death on phone, whining to his mother about college being harder than he thought. Well, kid, I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but I think most academic advisors would agree that college is a lot easier when you're not running around all over the country killing people.
Police station, interrogation room. Cops want to know how Skeet is so sure Danielle Franklin is going to be murdered. "It's not going to make any sense," warns Skeet, but the cop points out, "It already doesn't." So Skeet explains about the hemography, and seems a little hurt when the cops exchange skeptical glances at the idea of blood forming itself into words. "The Catholic Church considers this a possible sign of a miracle!" he says. Oh, well, then. That's different. After Skeet says that all the dead people (along with himself) have experienced it, one of the detectives informs him that this sounds even worse than he thought it might.