Neon sign artist Joe Spelliner is leaving a party and drives away through the empty city streets. A dog runs across his path and he flips over and skids down the street to a halt. As he pulls himself halfway out, the clock chimes midnight. A crowd of people gathers around the car and ignore his pleas for help. Instead they move in closer and stare at him. When the ambulance arrives, the crowd breaks up and the barely conscious Joe watches them depart. He wonders where they all come from but the paramedics have no idea what he's talking about. When asks what time it is, they say it's just after 2 a.m...Read the full recap
Host: The trouble with having all these things around for years is you stop seeing them. There's nothing new, its a cliche. You look at it, you don't see it any more. So sometimes you have to make a search, to find something new somewhere, perhaps beyond. But even down there the streets, the people, the cars, it's nothing new. I've seen it all. And yet, and yet...
Morgan: Where'd you get these?
Joe Spelliner: The morgue.
Morgan: The morgue?
Joe Spelliner: They're dead. They're all dead. Car accidents in the past year.
Morgan: But if they're dead, how?
Joe Spelliner: I'm convinced they come back to haunt the places that accidents happen. They're waiting for more accidents to happen. I think they're waiting there, move people that shouldn't be moved. To breathe the air that people need, so that they die. They become part of the crowd.