WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.360 --> 00:00:05.680 The detective runs through the darkened warehouse,  gun drawn, weaving between stacks of crates as he   00:00:05.680 --> 00:00:12.560 follows the sound of heavy, thumping footsteps. Up  ahead, a flash of yellow, a jaundiced face ducking   00:00:12.560 --> 00:00:21.160 around a corner. He raises his weapon, and fires.  Up ahead, the perp cries out in pain, "D'oh!" 00:00:21.160 --> 00:00:26.160 He takes a step toward the body, now  limp on the ground, bulbous eyes glassy,   00:00:26.160 --> 00:00:30.400 a pink-frosted donut clutched  in his stiffening hand. How   00:00:30.400 --> 00:00:37.440 did he get here? How did it come to  this? It all started with a file... 00:00:37.440 --> 00:00:42.200 "Nobody's got a damn idea what to make of this."  The detective looks up from his lukewarm cup of   00:00:42.200 --> 00:00:46.560 bitter coffee at the sound of his superior  officer's voice, just in time to see the man   00:00:46.560 --> 00:00:52.840 slap a file down onto the desk in front of him.  "See if you can figure it out, eh whiz kid?" 00:00:52.840 --> 00:00:57.160 He's so tired of that nickname. Sure, he's  the youngest detective at the precinct,   00:00:57.160 --> 00:01:00.640 with record-breaking test scores out  of the police academy, but that should   00:01:00.640 --> 00:01:06.120 make people take him more seriously, not  less. Right? He doesn't object though,   00:01:06.120 --> 00:01:11.320 he learned that lesson on his first day. Better to  just let his actions speak louder than his words,   00:01:11.320 --> 00:01:16.520 and show his worth via thorough police  work. And if this file was about a case   00:01:16.520 --> 00:01:21.200 no one could crack, then he would  have to be the one to crack it! 00:01:21.200 --> 00:01:22.800 "Sure, I'll take a look." 00:01:22.800 --> 00:01:27.040 He waits for the other man to leave, takes an  immediately regrettable sip of that terrible   00:01:27.040 --> 00:01:32.000 breakroom coffee, and opens the file. For  once, he's grateful for the unimpressive   00:01:32.000 --> 00:01:36.240 temperature of the beverage, because as soon  as his eyes land on the crime scene photos,   00:01:36.240 --> 00:01:41.240 he spits it out in shock. The deceased  is a businessman in his mid thirties,   00:01:41.240 --> 00:01:45.120 according to the case file. No mention  of any unusual medical conditions,   00:01:45.120 --> 00:01:50.240 and the toxicology report came back clean.  He died from accidental head trauma after he   00:01:50.240 --> 00:01:55.320 slipped on the stairs of his apartment complex.  All in all, it shouldn't be an unusual case,   00:01:55.320 --> 00:02:01.440 or even cause for police investigation in the  first place. But those pictures...they tell a   00:02:01.440 --> 00:02:07.640 different story, even though the young detective  still isn't quite sure what that story is. 00:02:07.640 --> 00:02:12.800 The victim, if he can be called that in an  apparently accidental death, is jaundiced to the   00:02:12.800 --> 00:02:18.560 point of his skin taking on a cartoonish yellow  hue. He is completely bald, in spite of reports   00:02:18.560 --> 00:02:24.600 that only weeks prior to his death he had a full  head of hair. And his eyes...they're wide open,   00:02:24.600 --> 00:02:29.920 but that isn't all. 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He marches  into the police captain's office to complain about   00:04:29.200 --> 00:04:35.000 the hazing, but is shocked to find that this is  no prank. The Captain assures him that no, this   00:04:35.000 --> 00:04:40.880 case is all too real. The unusual transformations  that the victim's body underwent before his death   00:04:40.880 --> 00:04:45.800 have the department concerned about foul play,  perhaps the presence of some sort of chemical   00:04:45.800 --> 00:04:52.120 weapon or other poison that is undetectable on tox  screenings. Whatever happened to this unfortunate   00:04:52.120 --> 00:04:58.160 man, it's the detective's job to get to the bottom  of it. No matter how absurd it may seem, it is   00:04:58.160 --> 00:05:04.560 quite serious, and there's a chance that more  people could die if they don't solve this mystery. 00:05:04.560 --> 00:05:09.520 First thing's first, the detective needs  to investigate the crime scene. He travels   00:05:09.520 --> 00:05:13.600 to the dead businessman's apartment,  and lets himself in. It's been a few   00:05:13.600 --> 00:05:18.360 days since CSI came through here, and it's  unlikely he'll spot anything they missed,   00:05:18.360 --> 00:05:22.680 but better safe than sorry. The  place smells musty and foul,   00:05:22.680 --> 00:05:29.640 like body odor mixed with old pizza, spilled  beer soaking into the carpet, and stale donuts. 00:05:30.160 --> 00:05:35.400 Aside from the unpleasant smell, it looks  relatively normal. No signs of a struggle,   00:05:35.400 --> 00:05:39.600 just like the report said. He checks  the bedroom first, then the kitchen,   00:05:39.600 --> 00:05:44.040 the bathroom, and then he's back in the  living room. Just a couch, a coffee table,   00:05:44.040 --> 00:05:50.920 and a television in here. Wait. What's that?  On the cable box, a strange marking catches his   00:05:50.920 --> 00:05:56.520 eye. The detective takes a closer look, and sees  that there is an arcane symbol carved into the   00:05:56.520 --> 00:06:02.800 cable box. He snaps a picture of the symbol,  reminding himself to look it up later. Then,   00:06:02.800 --> 00:06:07.360 he picks up the remote and switches on the  television. Might as well check out the channel   00:06:07.360 --> 00:06:12.840 the victim watched before he died. The screen  lights up and fills the room with a soft blue   00:06:12.840 --> 00:06:20.680 glow. What channel is this? In the corner of the  screen, there is no number, only the letter "X." 00:06:20.680 --> 00:06:25.040 Channel X? The detective's never heard  of it, and there was no mention of it,   00:06:25.040 --> 00:06:29.560 or the symbol, anywhere in the case file.  It's not much, but it's a good start. 00:06:30.960 --> 00:06:36.160 He switches the tv back off, and heads back to the  station to look into these new leads. The bizarre   00:06:36.160 --> 00:06:41.960 case is just getting stranger and stranger, with  no real answers in sight. Back at the station,   00:06:41.960 --> 00:06:47.400 he calls around to various television providers.  None of them know anything about this Channel X.   00:06:47.400 --> 00:06:52.600 They don't provide it, and they've never even  heard of it. He can't find much on the symbol,   00:06:52.600 --> 00:06:57.000 either. He does a reverse image search, but  the only mention of it he comes across is a   00:06:57.000 --> 00:07:01.320 post on a tech support forum, advising  viewers to fix their broken cable box   00:07:01.320 --> 00:07:06.600 by reconnecting the wires, and carving this  symbol into the side with a knife. There's   00:07:06.600 --> 00:07:11.640 no way that would work...right? But then  again, the victim's television turned on,   00:07:11.640 --> 00:07:17.400 even though the building had suspended its  cable service...this was all just too weird! 00:07:17.400 --> 00:07:21.640 The detective slumps back in his seat,  cradling his head in his hands. Even   00:07:21.640 --> 00:07:26.640 his leads are turning into culdesacs.  What else could he possibly try? He is   00:07:26.640 --> 00:07:31.160 just about to call it a night and head  home, when his phone begins to ring. 00:07:31.160 --> 00:07:35.880 He picks up, and a beat cop on the other side  stammers, "Hey you're the guy investigating   00:07:35.880 --> 00:07:40.880 that uh...Simpsons case, right? Because  I think you're gonna want to see this." 00:07:40.880 --> 00:07:43.160 The cop on the phone gives  the detective an address,   00:07:43.160 --> 00:07:48.520 and advises him to come right away. He's not sure  what could possibly be waiting for him there,   00:07:48.520 --> 00:07:52.880 after all, nothing could be stranger  than those crime scene photos, right? 00:07:52.880 --> 00:07:58.080 When he arrives, the outside of the house is  blocked off with crime scene tape. So that's it,   00:07:58.080 --> 00:08:02.960 they've found another body, one like  the first victim. Well…not exactly like   00:08:02.960 --> 00:08:08.040 the first victim. As soon as he crosses  the threshold of the house, he spots it:   00:08:08.040 --> 00:08:13.320 that same sickly yellow complexion, like no  human being has ever looked- save for the one   00:08:13.320 --> 00:08:20.800 victim he’s already seen. He can see photographs  on the wall of the house’s resident- now former   00:08:20.800 --> 00:08:26.160 resident. She was once an olive skinned  woman with long, wavy dark hair. Now,   00:08:26.160 --> 00:08:30.800 lying on the floor of her kitchen, she  is unrecognizable as the same person. 00:08:30.800 --> 00:08:36.160 Her skin is yellowed, her eyes bulging out  of her head in that same, haunting way. She   00:08:36.160 --> 00:08:41.080 isn’t bald like the previous victim, though.  Her hair coiled into a mass of tight curls,   00:08:41.080 --> 00:08:44.840 shooting straight up from the crown  of her head in an exaggerated beehive   00:08:44.840 --> 00:08:51.360 style. And the color…it’s bright blue!  The detective covers his mouth in horror,   00:08:51.360 --> 00:08:58.200 his stomach turning. It can’t be. But  it is. This new victim, she looks just   00:08:58.200 --> 00:09:05.520 like Marge Simpson. What sort of sick, adult  animation-obsessed mind could be behind this? 00:09:05.520 --> 00:09:10.520 After examining the body, the detective begins  to inspect the crime scene. Again, no signs of   00:09:10.520 --> 00:09:17.000 foul play, but it just can't be a coincidence. Two  people don't just transform into hideous real-life   00:09:17.000 --> 00:09:22.560 cartoons- members of the same family, at that,  and drop dead in the same week! It just doesn't   00:09:22.560 --> 00:09:28.160 happen! The victim in the previous case hadn't  shown up for work in weeks. Apparently, the same   00:09:28.160 --> 00:09:33.760 was true for this new victim too. Her friends and  family hadn't heard from her in several weeks,   00:09:33.760 --> 00:09:39.760 aside from the occasional text message stating  that she was fine, just a bit under the weather. 00:09:39.760 --> 00:09:44.320 The transformation must have taken place during  that time. The detective is just about to leave   00:09:44.320 --> 00:09:50.080 the crime scene and head back to the station,  when an impulse hits him: check the cable box.   00:09:50.080 --> 00:09:55.920 He rushes to the box, and finds...the same  symbol, carved in with a knife. There is   00:09:55.920 --> 00:10:01.480 something terrible happening here, he knows it.  Once he puts the puzzle pieces together, he'll   00:10:01.480 --> 00:10:07.560 understand exactly what, but he's beginning to  get the feeling that it won't be a pretty picture. 00:10:07.560 --> 00:10:11.720 First thing's first, he needs to go home  and get some sleep. Then, in the morning,   00:10:11.720 --> 00:10:16.240 he can start trying to track down the origins  of this symbol, and this mysterious Channel   00:10:16.240 --> 00:10:21.960 X. He wakes up the next morning with fresh  eyes and a renewed sense of determination.   00:10:21.960 --> 00:10:27.400 Whoever is behind this, they can't keep getting  away with it! He won't let them. He knows he   00:10:27.400 --> 00:10:30.840 should play this by the book, should work  within the department to solve the case,   00:10:30.840 --> 00:10:36.800 but...playing by the book hasn't gotten any of  his superiors anywhere with this mystery yet. 00:10:36.800 --> 00:10:41.320 He calls up an old friend from college, a young  man that has gone into the field of, well, to put   00:10:41.320 --> 00:10:46.840 it politely, computer hacking activities that  are somewhat outside of the law. Knowing it   00:10:46.840 --> 00:10:51.600 could very well be jeopardizing the future of his  career, he sends the information over, the crime   00:10:51.600 --> 00:10:57.560 scene photos, the symbol, and the information on  Channel X. As soon as the hacker sees the crime   00:10:57.560 --> 00:11:03.200 scene photos, he offers to help do whatever he  can to uncover the facts of the case. He'll get   00:11:03.200 --> 00:11:09.280 to work immediately, and report back when he has  any new information on Channel X, or the symbol. 00:11:09.280 --> 00:11:14.080 If the detective was expecting a slow morning  at the precinct, he was sorely mistaken. He's   00:11:14.080 --> 00:11:19.120 barely stepped one foot through the door before  he is pulled aside by the Captain. The case has   00:11:19.120 --> 00:11:24.440 escalated again. Early this morning, another  body was discovered. That's now three victims,   00:11:24.440 --> 00:11:29.960 in one week. They still can't prove foul play,  but there are rumors among the officers that   00:11:29.960 --> 00:11:34.840 this could be some sort of serial killer. The  detective had better skip coffee and get his butt   00:11:34.840 --> 00:11:39.760 to the crime scene, who knows how many more lives  could be at stake? He arrives on the scene, brow   00:11:39.760 --> 00:11:46.120 dotted with nervous sweat, hands clammy and shaky.  What awaits him inside? Another Homer? Another   00:11:46.120 --> 00:11:53.840 Marge? A Bart? A Lisa? Or, God forbid, Maggie?  Nothing could prepare him for what he sees next. 00:11:53.840 --> 00:11:59.560 The victim is an adult man, forty years old. He  was a personal trainer and local football coach,   00:11:59.560 --> 00:12:04.360 but you’d never know it to look at him now.  His skin shares that unnatural yellow pallor,   00:12:04.360 --> 00:12:08.960 of course, but he has features the  other victims lacked. His previous   00:12:08.960 --> 00:12:13.960 muscle tone appears to have dissolved,  leaving him leaner, almost scrawny. 00:12:13.960 --> 00:12:18.800 His previously shaven head is topped with  neatly combed brown hair. He has a matching   00:12:18.800 --> 00:12:24.080 mustache above his upper lip. And on his  face, in spite of his supposed 20/20 vision,   00:12:24.080 --> 00:12:29.760 he has a pair of glasses. CSI attempted to  remove the glasses before the detective arrived,   00:12:29.760 --> 00:12:35.280 and found that they were fused to his face,  as if they had grown out of his skin. The   00:12:35.280 --> 00:12:39.600 same goes for his sweater, a sweater that  none of the man’s loved ones has ever seen   00:12:39.600 --> 00:12:46.200 him wear before. It seems to be part of  his very skin. There’s no mistaking it,   00:12:46.200 --> 00:12:53.440 this burly, gruff man has transformed  into Ned Flanders. And now he’s dead. 00:12:53.440 --> 00:12:58.400 How long is this going to go on? How many people  will lose their identities, their very selves,   00:12:58.400 --> 00:13:03.360 and then their lives? He used to love The  Simpsons, used to laugh and laugh and laugh   00:13:03.360 --> 00:13:08.800 at Bart telling people to eat his shorts, at Homer  being unqualified to work around nuclear material,   00:13:08.800 --> 00:13:15.640 and at Lisa being smarter than all of them.  But now, it all seems...tainted. There's only   00:13:15.640 --> 00:13:20.240 one way to keep this city safe, and reclaim  the magic of The Simpsons from whoever has   00:13:20.240 --> 00:13:25.760 corrupted it in this way. He needs to  track down the creator of Channel X,   00:13:25.760 --> 00:13:32.760 and stop them for good. No matter what it takes.  But right now, he feels like Sideshow Bob,   00:13:32.760 --> 00:13:39.760 stepping on the same rake over and over again.  He needs some fresh intel to break the cycle. 00:13:39.760 --> 00:13:41.960 As if in answer to his silent prayer,   00:13:41.960 --> 00:13:48.080 his cell phone rings. The hacker! He answers  right away, hoping for a bit of good news. 00:13:48.080 --> 00:13:52.000 "So that symbol, you weren't kidding.  It seems like it popped up out of   00:13:52.000 --> 00:13:55.600 nowhere. Same with this channel. I  wasn't able to trace the broadcast,   00:13:55.600 --> 00:14:00.960 I'm sorry. But! I've got some good news too.  The only person who ever posted that symbol,   00:14:00.960 --> 00:14:05.680 the forum post you told me about, I was able  to trace their IP address. It was uploaded from   00:14:05.680 --> 00:14:09.920 an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town.  According to some neighborhood chatter apps,   00:14:09.920 --> 00:14:14.880 folks have heard strange sounds coming from  that warehouse over the prior month. I'm no cop,   00:14:14.880 --> 00:14:20.680 but I'm willing to bet that's the origin of the  broadcast, and that's where you'll find your guy." 00:14:20.680 --> 00:14:24.240 The detective jots down the address, and  promises to buy the hacker a burger next   00:14:24.240 --> 00:14:28.400 time they see each other. If he makes it out  of his confrontation with the mastermind alive,   00:14:28.400 --> 00:14:32.960 at least. He briefly considers waiting  until nightfall and trying to sneak in,   00:14:32.960 --> 00:14:37.120 but if he waits that long, the culprit might  realize that the detective is closing in on   00:14:37.120 --> 00:14:41.840 him! And there could be another victim by  then! No, there's no time to waste. Forget   00:14:41.840 --> 00:14:46.640 about doing this by the book, he's  always been more of a TV guy anyway. 00:14:46.640 --> 00:14:50.480 He takes his own car, better to avoid setting  off any alarm bells that might come with the   00:14:50.480 --> 00:14:54.960 sight of a police car pulling up to the  warehouse. As he steps out of the car,   00:14:54.960 --> 00:15:00.240 he gets his weapon ready, and sizes  up the place. It really is abandoned,   00:15:00.240 --> 00:15:05.520 it looks like it hasn't been used in a decade.  But there, on the roof, he can just barely make   00:15:05.520 --> 00:15:13.520 out some sort of...tv antenna? This is definitely  the place. Now, what to do? He racks his brain,   00:15:13.520 --> 00:15:18.800 trying to remember his training, but they didn't  exactly train him for situations like this. 00:15:18.800 --> 00:15:22.880 What if he's wrong about the broadcast being  responsible, and it's some kind of chemical   00:15:22.880 --> 00:15:27.200 weapon after all? What if he busts down  the door and finds himself exposed to the   00:15:27.200 --> 00:15:32.000 same agent, transformed into a resident  of Springfield and doomed forever? Well,   00:15:32.000 --> 00:15:36.040 that's the sort of risk he signed on for  when he joined the force, he supposes. 00:15:36.040 --> 00:15:40.920 There's no going back. He creeps around to  the back entrance of the warehouse, winds up,   00:15:40.920 --> 00:15:45.640 and breaks it down with his shoulder. It takes  a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness   00:15:45.640 --> 00:15:51.600 inside, but when they do, he can still barely  find his way. The place is packed with junk,   00:15:51.600 --> 00:15:56.360 with empty crates and scrap metal piled up  to the ceiling. He'll have to move carefully,   00:15:56.360 --> 00:16:01.640 lest he knock one of the piles over and find  himself caught in an avalanche. He weaves   00:16:01.640 --> 00:16:07.200 through the labyrinth, following the vague blue  glow of a television screen somewhere up ahead. 00:16:07.200 --> 00:16:13.320 Soon enough, he reaches the source of the light.  There, he finds a VHS player, a TV, and a bunch   00:16:13.320 --> 00:16:19.640 of broadcasting equipment he can't identify. On  the TV, an episode of The Simpsons is playing,   00:16:19.640 --> 00:16:26.800 one he's never seen before. It seems familiar  at first, but something is...off about it. The   00:16:26.800 --> 00:16:31.280 characters keep looking right at him, staring  down the barrel of the camera and locking eyes   00:16:31.280 --> 00:16:38.440 with the detective. It seems impossible, but then  again, so has everything about this case so far. 00:16:38.440 --> 00:16:43.920 As the Detective watches, transfixed for a moment,  he sees Homer grab Ned Flanders by the collar,   00:16:43.920 --> 00:16:49.880 and drown him in a swimming pool. This is wrong.  This isn't the show he knows and loves. This   00:16:50.880 --> 00:16:57.240 is...corrupted. That's it! This has to be the  broadcast those poor people saw. All he has to   00:16:57.240 --> 00:17:03.760 do is shut it off, and he can stop this once and  for all. He's so preoccupied with switching the   00:17:03.760 --> 00:17:07.840 television off, with pulling the tape out  of the VCR and smashing it on the ground,   00:17:07.840 --> 00:17:13.120 he doesn't hear someone creeping up  behind him with big, lumbering footsteps. 00:17:13.120 --> 00:17:17.440 He doesn't realize there's someone else there  until he feels the beer bottle break across the   00:17:17.440 --> 00:17:23.160 back of his head. The detective wobbles, but  he doesn't go down! He whirls around, drawing   00:17:23.160 --> 00:17:28.040 his weapon, and chases after his assailant.  The man who attacked him is already running,   00:17:28.040 --> 00:17:31.480 and the Detective can't get a good look  at him in the dark warehouse, but he can   00:17:31.480 --> 00:17:40.000 make out a portly silhouette, a bald head, and  that same yellowed complexion as the victims. 00:17:40.000 --> 00:17:44.480 There's no doubt about it, this must be the man  responsible for broadcasting the signal. He's   00:17:44.480 --> 00:17:49.960 been transformed by his own creation. Or his  discovery? Once he's been properly arrested,   00:17:49.960 --> 00:17:55.040 the Detective can get some answers. He hopes. But  he's getting woozy from that blow to the head with   00:17:55.040 --> 00:17:59.680 the bottle, and his vision is swimming as he gives  chase through the maze of empty crates that line   00:17:59.680 --> 00:18:06.400 the warehouse. If he can't stop this guy before he  passes out, it'll all be over. The mastermind will   00:18:06.400 --> 00:18:12.120 pack up and find a new location, he'll keep the  broadcast going until the change destroys him too,   00:18:12.120 --> 00:18:19.000 and who knows how many more lives will be lost?  No, he won't let it happen like this. He won't. 00:18:19.000 --> 00:18:24.080 He pushes through the dizziness, narrowing his  eyes, watching for any motion in the dark. Up   00:18:24.080 --> 00:18:31.200 ahead, a flash of yellow, the glint of light  on a shiny bald head. There he is. He rounds   00:18:31.200 --> 00:18:36.280 the corner, and the man, who now looks just like  his first victim, is waiting with another beer   00:18:36.280 --> 00:18:43.160 bottle clutched in his fist. In his other hand,  he holds a donut with a big bite taken out of it.   00:18:43.160 --> 00:18:49.920 For a moment, the detective hesitates. It feels  a bit like he's attacking his own childhood. 00:18:49.920 --> 00:18:54.320 But no. This isn't Homer. This is a  mockery of everything Homer stands   00:18:54.320 --> 00:18:58.000 for. Of everything that the Simpsons  represented to the young Detective,   00:18:58.000 --> 00:19:02.720 of everything it still represents to him  now. He raises his weapon, and pulls the   00:19:02.720 --> 00:19:12.640 trigger. The strange man cries out, "D'oh!" and  collapses to the ground. That's it. It's all over. 00:19:12.640 --> 00:19:18.720 In the coming days, no more yellow bodies turn  up. Channel X has vanished from the airwaves.   00:19:18.720 --> 00:19:23.360 The Detective's hacker friend does him one more  favor and scrubs all mentions of the channel,   00:19:23.360 --> 00:19:28.280 and that symbol, from the internet. The Detective  brought in all of the broadcasting equipment,   00:19:28.280 --> 00:19:31.640 and the remains of the tape, to the  precinct, but some men claiming to be   00:19:31.640 --> 00:19:36.800 with the FBI came by and confiscated it.  Their badges looked a little bit funny,   00:19:36.800 --> 00:19:40.560 but the detective had decided not to  ask too many questions. Something in   00:19:40.560 --> 00:19:45.640 their expressions told him these gentlemen  knew how to handle unusual cases like this. 00:19:45.640 --> 00:19:49.720 Now, it's time for him to turn in his report  to the Captain. He hands him the file,   00:19:49.720 --> 00:19:53.200 and receives a hearty congratulations.  "We all knew you could do it,   00:19:53.200 --> 00:19:57.880 whiz kid. Nice work. What's next for you?" "Well,   00:19:57.880 --> 00:20:05.800 Captain..." The Detective says thoughtfully. 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