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Oh! [laughs]

Come on. Come on, guys.
I'm running out of time.

Give me a field goal.

[announcer]...when
talking to us yesterday

about putting a uniform on
for the last time.

How much did you bet?

Enough, okay?

They run the option.
Big flips it to Warren.

The ball is tipped.
Fumble! Fumble!

No!

Damn! A rookie could have
caught that pass.

Take it easy, Jerry.
It's okay.

Wendy, don't tell me
to take it easy.

I'll be right back.
Don't move.

[indistinct chatter]

Looks like the home team lost.

Yeah. That's what I wanna
talk to you about.

You do a lot of talking, Jerry.
It's time to pay up.

Look, let me
just roll it over, okay?

I just need one more chance.

I just need cash.

You're a smart guy.

Take some of
those VCRs you sell

and peddle 'em
out the back door.

Look, you know I'm good
for it, Hank, huh?

This will be the last time,
I'm telling you.

[Nick] Pass the peanuts,
please.

Sure.

I'll be right back.

Were you talking to her?

Actually, I was.

Jerry, he was just--

Wendy, shut up.

Ease up, pal.
She didn't do anything.

That right?

No! He's drunk!

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

He just asked for peanuts.

Give me the keys. Come on.

I'll see you later,
tough guy.

[woman]
Can you believe that?

[man] Wow.

I don't wanna talk
about it anymore.

I don't wanna go to the cabin.
I hate that place.

Well, I can't afford
the Hilton tonight.

You could if you didn't gamble
all your money away, Jerry.

Watch your mouth!

[tires screeching]

I can't take this from you
anymore, Jerry. I can't.

Is that right? Huh?

Huh?

Get back in this car!
Wendy Barton!

Wendy!

Wendy!

[thud]

Oh, Jesus!
What did I do?

Why didn't you stay in the car?

Look what you did!

I'm sorry, Wendy.

I love you.

[Wendy screaming]
Oh, my God! No!

[radio host]
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Larry, Moe and Curly.

If you know the answers
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[watch beeps]

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Showtime.

[beeping]

[stopwatch beeping rapidly]

Hey!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Yes.

Hey, hey. A month ago,

that bar in Cotati.

Wendy, right?

Uh, hey, I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have been
driving like that.

It's just that
the road's closed,

and I didn't expect
to see anybody.

Can we start over again here?

You want a ride or something?

All right.

Let's leave the lights on
this time, okay?

Right.

[thunder rumbling]

[narrator]
Since the beginning of time,
mankind has existed between

the world of light and
the world of darkness.

Our secret society
has been here forever,

protecting others
from the creatures

who inhabit the shadows
in the night,

known only to the initiated
by our true name,

The Legacy.

Look, maybe it's none
of my business,

but is there something wrong?

Do you need help?

No one can help me.

At least let me walk you
to the door.

Wendy?

Hi, I'm looking for Wendy.

-[gasps]
-I just dropped her off.

What are you talking about?

Well, I picked her up in Marin
and gave her a ride.

You some kind of sicko?

Wendy's dead!

She died five weeks ago!
Now, get out of here!

[door slams]

[Derek] Yeah, it's on
the second shelf from the top.

I'll get it.

Oh!

Damn!

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just dropped
my earring.

[creaking]

Did you see that?

Look.

Must have been installed
when the house was built.

You probably tripped
some sort of switch.

[Rachel, softly] Wow!

Who would have hidden
a statue of Jesus Christ here?

And why?

Well, maybe this book
will tell us.

What is it,
the New Testament?

No, it's something else.

Though the words are in Latin.

Can you read it?

Well, with a little time.

This statue is peculiar.

It's crude,
almost primitive.

I don't think it's carved.
I... I think it's plaster.

[Derek] Look at this.

There's a notation
on the inside
dated March 3rd, 1834.

Now, loosely translated,
it calls the statue...

An abomination.

Christ, an abomination?

"A blasphemy against God

and all that he stands for."

No, that can't be right.

This is clearly
a religious icon, Derek.

It's not blasphemy.

No. Obviously my father
was right.

My Latin's even worse
than it used to be.

I need to do some reading here.

[Nick] So, a statue
of Christ, huh?

Yeah. Derek said he found it
behind the wall in the library.

All we have to do is figure out
who put it there.

So, what's up?

Uh, I went for a drive
last night in the mountains.

I go there sometimes
just to sort of clear my head.

There's a stretch of road there
that's closed,

and no one's ever there.

So last night,
I'm driving along and...

Wendy Barton.

"Killed in a car crash
June 5th on Crestline Highway."

The same road that
I picked her up on last night.

Are you sure it was her?

I'm positive.

She barely said a word.

Her parents live
in a trailer park
just out of town.

I dropped her off there.

And then she just disappeared.

Well, perhaps all she needed
was to visit her parents

before moving on.

Could be a one-time event.

I don't know. She seemed
so totally preoccupied.

Well, do you wanna help her?

Find someone else besides
her parents you can talk to.

Did she live at home?

And if not,
did she have any friends?

Maybe a roommate.

There must be someone.

Find them.

[Wendy] This is it.
Just drop me off here.

Whoa. Where you going so fast?

Who lives here?

My roommate.

You sure you won't
reconsider that drink?

You can bring your roommate
if you want.

No.

It might loosen you up.

-Come on.
-Don't touch me.

Hey, relax.

I told you not to touch me!

[echoing] Don't touch!

[man screaming]

[gasping]

What can I say?
She needed a place to stay,

and I needed someone
to pay the rent.

These are the last
of her things.

I was gonna give them
to the police,

but they said
the case was closed.

If you don't want 'em,
just throw 'em away.

How well did you know her?

[chuckles softly] Like I said,
she paid half the rent.

Mostly kept to herself.

She talk about her parents?

Not really.

I... I think she had it
pretty tough at home.

Blew me away when I found out
she was dead.

How about boyfriends?

[scoffs] Just one.
A real jerk.

It was a little weird.

Wendy was a little weird,
actually.

How's that?

Just the way she let
that creep treat her.

One day he's sending her roses,

and the next day,
she shows up
with a black eye.

He hit her, huh?

It sure looked that way to me.

Um, listen,
I gotta get ready for work.

Well, thanks for your help.

Yeah, thanks.

[Nick] More bills.

Make-up.

Trim in Twenty Minutes.

Video exercise.

Wait a minute.

There's tape
on this recording tab.

Let's check it out.

Okay.

And one, switch sides.
Four--

-Heya, baby, happy birthday!
-Ah, the boyfriend.

Don't stop jumping around
on my account.

'Cause you gotta keep
that tight little bod
in good shape.

Oh, charming.

I've got a birthday surprise
for you.

Two tickets to Vegas.
First-class all the way.

I had to pull some strings,
but...

I got a little business
to take care of
when we get there,

but it shouldn't
take me too long.

So I want you to get ready.

And I'll get you a new video
when we get back.

In fact, I'm gonna
get you seven.

One for every day of the week.

But until then,
I want you to take in
some highlights from, uh,

last weekend's video.

[Wendy moaning]

[chuckles]

I think I've seen enough.

Mmm-hmm.

...big surprise for you.

So you think you can
pick anything up

off those airline tickets?

Mmm, I don't think so.

I might be able
to pick something up

on this jacket here.

I'll see what I can pull out.

Okay. Well, I checked
the police records
on the accident,

and it was inconclusive.
There were no skid marks.

Do you think it's murder?

I don't know, but I find it
hard to believe

that she killed herself.

Hmm, lots of stress,
a violent relationship.

You can't rule suicide out

just because you don't like
the boyfriend.

But if he hit her,
then he could kill her.

And if he killed her...

Well, then he's probably
skipped town or something.

Or maybe hiding out someplace.

And she's searching
for justice.

So am I.

[shouting]
Come on, Wendy,
where are you?

I've been driving all night!

I'll take you anywhere
you wanna go.

I just want to talk.

Sausalito.

Sausalito? Why?

I want to visit
the only teacher
that ever cared about me.

Same way you visited
your parents?

I don't let them see me.

Who did this to you?

We were arguing.

Did he hit you?

I don't wanna talk about it.

First, you, uh,
can't believe it happened.

Then you pretend
that it didn't.

Leave me alone.

The only way to stop the pain
is to stand up to it.

It's my fault.

No.

He's the one that did it,
not you.

He's the one
that should be punished.

You shouldn't have touched me.

Come on,
I just wanna help you.

[groans]

You gotta stop this!

I can't!

I'm not the one who hurt you!

Please don't ever come back
for me, Nick.

What's his name?

I don't want anybody else
to get hurt.

Please, don't come back.

[Wendy screaming]

Three deaths
in the last four weeks.

All male, all found dead
outside their cars,

all returning from
Marin County.

So you think each one
of these guys picked her up?

Sounds like a stretch.

Not if each one was
giving her a ride

someplace she needed to go.

Brian Cass's body was found

outside Wendy's
apartment building,

two days before we talked
to her roommate.

You think that she killed him?

Fits the pattern.

They touched her.

Beg pardon?

They touched her.

See, the first time
I saw her, I didn't.

But last night, I did.

So, what are you saying?

Any man who touches her

is a surrogate
for her abusive boyfriend?

Well, it could be.

You find out anything new
on him?

Ooh.

Mr. Jerry Tate.

Real hustler.

Sold video equipment
till about a month ago.

Landlord hasn't seen him,
he's behind on his rent,

and his phone's been cut off.

So it looks like he blew Dodge
after her death.

Now, if we could prove
that he did it...

Do you think she'd stop this?

The question is,
where to begin?

Sam's Bar in San Rafael.

Where you going? What happened?
What, the girl you picked up?

Don't even get started.
I know what I'm doing.

Really? What?
Trying to join her?

She met the wrong guy,
it cost her her life,

and now she's taking it out
on anyone who touches her.

The girl needs help.

You sure you're not just
becoming obsessive about this?

The Legacy is built on passion.

The defense, the protection
of everything that is
worth keeping.

If that's obsessive,

then that's what I am.

Go with him.

[blues music playing in bar]

He's right over there.

Hank Fiedel?

Do I know you?

No, but the bartender said
you might be able to help us.

We're looking for Jerry Tate.

Sorry, I'm not
the Missing Persons Bureau.

What are you guys, cops?

No, but I know a bookie
when I see one.

You wanna place a bet, fine.
I've got nothing else to offer.

We'd be willing to buy
any information we need.

Lady, do I look like
some back-alley snitch?

Bet or walk.

Bet.

You win, I owe you
a hundred bucks.

You lose, we get Jerry Tate.

Right.

My coin, my toss.

As long as it hits the table.

Right.

Call it in the air.

Heads.

Today's your lucky day.

Tell me how lucky, Hank.

The little weasel hasn't
been here in over a week.

Kind of a surprise.
He practically lived here.

Know where we could find him?

He's probably holed up in
the cabin his family left him.

Thinks I don't know about it.
The guy owes me a little money.

I'd have tracked him
down myself if it was
worth the effort.

It's not.

Here's the directions.
Say hello to him for me.

And come back any time, kid.

I like your technique.

You have a unique way
of getting information.

Fifty-fifty odds.
I've had worse.

What if you lost?

Then I'd have to borrow
about 80 bucks from you,

-and we wouldn't have this.
-[chuckles]

Is that necessary?

Maybe.

[flies buzzing]

Oh, God.

Nobody told this guy
about air freshener.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Hey, Derek. Still at it, huh?

The Belgian House.

Beg pardon?

The statue. It came
from the Belgian House.

Transported here in 1835,

shortly after the house turned.

Turned to... The dark side?

Yeah, with The Legacy,
there's always a risk.

Temptation can be overwhelming.

Well, that's exactly what
happened to Salvador Reneau.

Who?

Salvador Reneau.

The precept
of the Belgian House.

He had the Sight.
He was totally obsessed
with defeating evil.

Yet it still flourished.

Ego run amok.

That which one cannot defeat,

one begins to believe in.

No, more than that.
He began to see himself
as the messiah,

sent by evil to destroy all
who wouldn't heed its word.

I bet he had
a lot of followers, huh?

There's always people who...

Who will believe whatever
they wanna believe.

Oh, yes. Reneau was
a charismatic.

The members
of the Belgian House
became his disciples.

They actually wrote
a kind of unholy Bible.

This?

Yes.

So, what happened to him?

He was crucified,

by his own followers.

The irony was that
it was actually Reneau himself

who encouraged them.

Of course.

In order to prove himself
the Antichrist,

he would have to do everything
that Christ himself had done.

Exactly, and when
he wasn't resurrected,

they went on a rampage,
burned the house down,

and the statue was
the only thing that survived.

What I don't understand is...

Okay, if Reneau was
the abomination,

then why was this statue saved?

So Tate made this video
just before he offed himself.

We made a copy of it
and then called the cops.

Be prepared. It gets ugly.

[breathing heavily]
Life's a gamble.

You step out in the street,
you get smacked by a bus.

You grab a burger...

And some wacko who just
got fired blows you away.

[gun rattles]

You go into a club...

You meet the girl
of your dreams.

So you play the game.

You follow the rules.

Sometimes you win.

Sometimes you lose.

[trigger clicks]

I can't stop playing the game.

I love the way
it makes me feel.

The rush.

Makes me feel alive.

Even when I want to be dead.

[trigger clicks]

I love her.
I really do love her.

And I can't stand the thought
of being without her.

Even though I killed her.

[trigger clicks]

I wanna be with you, baby.
I promise you,

I'm never gonna let you go.

Nothing's ever gonna come
between us.

[gun fires]

[wet thud]

What a sick son of a bitch.

It's no wonder
Wendy can't rest.

That's it.

It isn't Wendy who's
killing people. It's him.

But she was the only one
I saw there.

Well, perhaps he doesn't
want to be seen.

No, he's killed himself
to pursue her, to possess her.

And now he's killing anyone
who attempts to comes near her.

So whenever anyone
tries to touch her,
he goes ballistic.

Find her, you find him.

The question is
how to stop him.

By convincing her to break
the cycle of abuse.

Otherwise, she'll be
in his grip forever.

Damn it. Where is she?

You can't just will her
to appear.

Okay, let's take another run
down the road.

[scoffs] We've driven it
a dozen times.

Maybe they both just passed on
now that the truth is out.

Come on, you don't
really believe that.

It couldn't be that easy.

Look, take the car back,
pick me up in the morning.

Oh, that's crazy.

Listen, Nick,
no matter what we do,

there's no way to know
for certain

if Wendy will ever
show herself again.

Why can't you just let it go?

'Cause the last time I saw her,
I saw what he did to her.

I could see it in her eyes.

Death was supposed to release
her from her suffering,

but Jerry won't let her go.

And as long as he doesn't,
neither will I.

[chuckles] How noble.

I'm really touched.

Aren't you?

You've caused
enough suffering, Jerry.

The night is still young.

No more, please.
He's just trying to help.

Who asked him to?

You?

No.

I'm yours forever.
Why are you doing this?

For you.

I'm doing this for you.

Hey, maybe tomorrow night.

Whatever it takes.

Hey, Alex. Thanks.

Sounds crazy,
but I know this isn't over.

Get some sleep.

Good night.

[Jerry] Put those down.

[laughs]

-[groans]
-No.

That hurt?

Go ahead. Scream all you want.

[groans]

[chuckles]

Ooh.

[Jerry growls]

[groans]

[laughs]

What else you got?

You having problems breathing?

Oh, good, you're still with us.

I was afraid
we'd lost you too soon.

No, Jerry.

What's the matter,

you don't want me to hurt
your little boyfriend?

Why are you doing this?

-[groans]
-[Wendy exclaims]

Look at him, Wendy. Hmm?

He wants you.

He's got his hands
all over your pictures.

But I told you,
he doesn't mean anything to me.

No, Wendy. He's right.

I do care about you.

See, nobody should have to die
at the hands of some pig--

-Shut up!
-Who's so nuts

that he offs himself
to keep on torturing
the person he killed!

I love her.

You got an awful funny way
of showing it, Tate.

[Wendy] Stop!

Can't you see
what you're doing?

Absolutely.

I'm trying to help you
break free.

You just don't know
when to stop, do you?

No.

What's it gonna take?

What's it gonna take for you
to leave her alone, Jerry?

You're a gambling man,
aren't you?

How about a small wager?

What are you gonna do,
shoot me?

No.

Thought I'd give you
another shot at yourself.

Same game...

Different stakes.

If I lose...

You can do whatever you want.

And if I lose?

Then you let Wendy go.
Forever.

No way, I can't do that.

What's the matter,
Jerry, stakes too high?

-She's all I got.
-That's right.

You're nothing without her.

-Are you?
-Shut up.

Make me.

All right. You're on.

No. No, this isn't right.
You can't do this.

Wendy...

What are you gonna do
about this?

Wendy,

the only power he has over you
is what you've given him.

Shut up.

I go first.

Be my guest.

[clicks]

Your turn.

Wendy...

When you died,

maybe you thought
nobody cared.

You were wrong.

[cocks gun]

[clicks]

Four-to-one odds.
That's not so bad.

[clicks]

Odds are getting tougher.

Three-to-one.

Wendy, you can stop this.

Just do what you gotta do.

[trigger clicks]

Fifty-fifty
to the high roller.

[cocks gun]

-[clicks]
-[laughs]

Oh.

I gotcha. Huh?

I guess I'll see you in hell,
tough guy.

So why do you do it to her?

If I'm gonna decorate this room

with the contents of my head,

I wanna know why.

Because I love her.

And she loves me.

Is that right?

Do you really love
the way he hurts you?

[Jerry] Enough with
the questions.

Just... Just say goodbye.

No! Never!

Never again.

This is exactly where it stops.
Right here, right now.

What are you doing, Wendy?

What I should have done
a long time ago.

[grunts] Let me go.

Bitch!

Wendy!

What are you doing, Wendy?

Wendy. Let me go, Wendy.

Bitch! Wendy!

[groans]

It's okay. You're free.

Thanks.

For what?

You saved yourself.

Your courage gave me
the strength.

Take care.

You too.

Russian roulette with a ghost.
Are you out of your mind?

It's not what you think.

Really? You're willing
to waste your whole life

for somebody
who's already dead.

Does this sound sane to you?

I had to make her take action.

What if you shot yourself
in the bargain?

-Well, that would
have been bad.
-Duh!

Watch.

Have a look.

It was always empty.

-What, am I crazy?
-[laughs]

I had to make her
stand up for herself.

And what would you have done
if she hadn't?

Come up with a plan B
in short order.

Madness.

Absolute madness.

The answer was
in the notation all along.

This statue truly is
an abomination.

A sacrilege.

[shouts] A blasphemy!

It's Salvador Reneau.
I misread it.

It wasn't,
"This creation of man."

It was simply, "This man

is a blasphemy against God
and all that he stands for.

Not fit for human eyes."

But how?

After he died,

his disciples built
this statue around his corpse,

and still convinced that
he was a messiah of evil,

worshipped it.

Okay.

But who put him here?
And why?

I don't know who.

But whoever it was
did it as a warning.

Do not forget
the mistakes of the past,

or you'll be cursed
to repeat them.

[revs engine]

[beeps]