Minute 025: For Dempsey’s Sake

GUEST HOST: Pete Mummert A young dead woman, laying topless on a chenille bedspread, looks upward. She wears a metal peace symbol on a necklace. Outside, a dead middle-aged woman lays on a sidewalk, next to a man in a denim jacket. Hall and Stone look at a young dead girl, sprawled next to an adobe wall. “Up there!” says Hall, pointing at the sky. “Look!” There’s a flash of light in the sky. “An Air Force jet,” replies Stone. “If we don’t make it to Wildfire, he’ll see that the helicopter does — or shoot it down.” “Well, for Dempsey’s sake, we’d better not slip up,” says Hall. They enter a home. A woman hangs from a rope in the stairwell, her dead cat under her elevated feet. Tied to the cat’s feet is a handwritten note. Hall reads the note: “The day of judgement is at hand. Have mercy on my soul – – and to hell with all the others! Amen.” “Senile,” remarks Stone. “This took time!” says Hall. “Regardless of what made her do it, it took time! There’s a chance someone’s still alive. ” They leave the house. A bloated face, seen underwater, fills the screen. Hall and Stone discover a man kneeling next to a bathtub, his face underwater. The man is dressed in a WWI doughboy’s uniform, his puttees loosely wrapped around his legs. “I wouldn’t believe you could – ” begins Stone.