Original subtitles

[woman] What about "Mitch"?

"Michael"? "Mark"?

[man] No.

-"Melvin"? -[scoffing] Melvin?

I'm glad we've got a year or two

before we make this decision.

Now, does the name have to start with an "M"?

Yes.

If it's a girl... "Mary" or "Melissa."

Or how about "Mavis" or "Martina"?

[laughs]

No, wait. "Maybelline."

[laughs] Just like the song.

I love it. Melvin, if it's a boy,

Maybelline if it's a girl.

Melvin and Maybelline

and Liz Sumner.

Perfect.

Yeah, now if we could only agree

on how many to invite to the wedding.

[gasping]

Hey, are you okay?

Hey, what's wrong?

My asthma, I think.

But I... I just had that shot.

Kevin...

I can't breathe...

[gasping]

Liz!

[continues gasping]

[inaudible dialogue]

Liz!

[Kevin] How long?

[doctor] Oh, it's impossible to predict.

An asthmatic going into coma from an overdose of epinephrine

is unusual, but it's not unheard of.

Hopefully, this will all pass in less than 24 hours.

All we can do now is wait for her lungs to clear and...

let the stress in her entire system subside.

Can she hear me?

Yes.

Yes, I believe she can.

You'll have to excuse me now, Mr. Sumner. I'm due in surgery.

Thanks.

I'll look back in on her as soon as I can.

[pulls back curtain]

Hi. How are you folks?

Your son is still in a coma...

Liz...

I don't know if you can hear me.

But I just want you to know I love you more than anything in this world.

[indistinct demonic speech]

[indistinct moaning and speech]

[gasps]

[woman screams]

[exclaims]

[man] Hey!

Shh!

What?

Quiet. Get down.

Where are we?

Get out. Now.

[demonic roar]

Before it's too late!

[demon] I... hunger.

No!

[demon] You cannot escape.

[growling]

[screaming]

[roaring, slashing]

[screaming]

[gasps]

Somebody...

What?

It tore him apart!

Somebody help that boy!

-Doctor, come here! Can you... -This thing.

Come on, come on, come on!

Miguel, over there. Quick! Quick!

You have to do something. You have to do something!

Somebody help him!

-Somebody... -[man] Okay.

[Liz] Okay, okay.

[EKG beeping]

[nurse] No pulse, Doctor.

[EKG flatlining]

[screaming]

[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 and the night.

Known only to the initiated by our true name,

The Legacy.

[birds cawing]

[Alex] Voila.

Now, this should make our French brethren very happy.

Directly, in person,

to Lucien Bretonne, head of Paris House.

When you get there, speak to no one.

Not even other members of the house.

Lucien was very specific.

Okay.

I'll call you from Paris.

Be careful.

I will.

[Nick] Paris...

Nice. Sounds like a milk run.

Need some company?

Sorry. I'm on my own for this one.

-See you later. -Right.

[Derek] Nick, you had a message.

A Kevin... Sumner called.

He said his fiancee wanted to talk to you.

Liz... Barrow?

Liz?

She's been admitted to St. Albans Hospital.

Sounds serious.

[EKG beeping]

[Nick] Kevin?

Nick.

Thanks for calling.

Trust me, it wasn't my idea.

How's she doing?

She's better.

She's sleeping now.

I can't believe this all started from an asthma attack.

She's had it since she was a kid.

Hmm. Well...

Well, right after they brought her up from the ER,

she went into a coma.

Coma?

Scared the hell out of me.

But then, when she came to, she, uh...

She started raving like a madwoman

about a boy being torn apart.

Then, of course, she starts asking for you.

Sorry if my being here bothers you.

You're damn right it bothers me.

Maybe I should come back at another time.

[Liz moans]

Nick.

Hey, Lizzie.

Oh.

It's been so long.

How are you?

I'm okay.

More importantly, how are you doing?

Oh.

I'd be a lot better if I could just get outta here.

Did... Did Kevin tell you what happened?

Yeah. Briefly.

[sirens wail]

Uh, I remember you telling me once

about how you work with some pretty strange stuff.

And, uh...

I swear, Nick, it can't be any stranger than this.

Hey, hey, hey. Later.

Later, okay?

Nick.

Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

I'll come back a little later.

In the meantime, if there's anything you guys need,

just give me a shout.

Supposedly, we have the best doctors in town

looking after her.

Although, after what she's been through, uh...

I'm not so sure.

Well, I have a friend of mine who's a doctor.

A psychiatrist, actually.

Maybe she could help.

You think I'm crazy, too.

Kevin does.

Hey, hey. No, I don't.

Come on now.

No, I don't.

Why don't I bring my friend by when I come back?

Second opinion couldn't hurt, right?

Okay.

See ya.

[thunder crashing]

[siren wailing]

[nurse over PA] Dr. McGrail, please report to X-ray room number 4.

Dr. McGrail to X-ray room number 4.

[people chattering]

Excuse me.

No smoking. The patients.

-So where do you want me to... -Here.

[sizzling]

[nurse over PA] Could a Mr. Meryl Gibson

please report to the nurses' station this second?

There's a message waiting for you.

Permiso.

Talk about weird.

Where'd that guy come from?

He's about as bizarre as everything else around here.

Yeah, well, at least Liz isn't in a coma.

Be thankful for that.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

-Rachel, Kevin. Kevin, Rachel. -Hi.

Hi.

So why don't we go talk to your friend. See how she's doing, huh?

[door opens]

[Nick] Hey, Liz.

This is my friend, Rachel Corrigan,

the psychiatrist I told you about.

Hi, Liz. How are you feeling?

All right.

Except I... I can't stop thinking about what happened.

Well, that's what Nick said.

Uh, can you tell me what you actually remember?

[stutters] It wasn't at all like a dream.

Uh... I mean, it was so real.

You think I'm out of my mind.

Not any more than the rest of us.

[Kevin] Hey, Dr. Corrigan's here to help.

Just tell her what you told me.

Okay.

Uh...

[stammering] At first...

it was just pitch black.

And then I could feel myself being...

pulled deeper and deeper

into the darkness.

What was pulling you?

Some force. Some...

Something. I don't know.

But the next thing I knew, I was in this...

strange place.

And there were...

Well, everything was twisted and gray.

And then...

that's when I saw the little boy.

Can you tell me what the little boy looked like?

He... He was blond.

The same boy I saw when I came out of the coma.

Right over there. The one who died.

You see, he was...

He was hiding from something.

And then there was this... This terrible noise. Like...

[demon roars]

Like a... Like a hungry beast.

And then he... He started t-to run, but...

But this thing... This... This...

This big dark shadow, it came over him.

[demon roaring]

You're safe. I'm here. You talk to me.

It killed him! In cold blood!

All right, Liz, I want you to take a deep breath.

You're gonna take a deep breath for me now.

I'm not crazy, I swear. This wasn't my imagination.

[screams]

This place is real.

Lizzie, I know. I believe you.

-[sobbing] -There you go. There you go.

Okay. There's a good girl.

[Rachel] We have to consider the possibility that her visions

were completely delusional.

[Nick] What's that, psychobabble for "crazy"?

Nick, I didn't say that.

Oh, okay. "Delusional" then.

Except for that boy dying in the next bed

at the exact moment that Liz came out of her coma.

Yeah, but she could have easily seen him in the ER,

or in the hallway before she went into her coma,

creating a subconscious impression,

which would explain his appearance in her nightmare.

However, coincidences like these

shouldn't be completely ignored.

Any other links between Liz and the boy?

Yeah, yeah.

For starters, they had the same emergency room team,

the same ward, and after they went into coma,

they had the same neurosurgeon, a Dr. Patterson.

They had the same supervising physician, a Dr. Brendan Slade.

World-class surgeon.

Then perhaps these gentlemen won't mind answering a few questions.

Luna Foundation. Well, this is quite a privilege.

Your organization's generosity

is well-known in the medical community.

And your reputation precedes you, too, Doctor.

When I was a student, I attended a series of lectures you gave

on the treatment of children with a vascular necrosis.

Excellent.

Oh. Well, don't stop now.

I'm not a man to discourage adulation.

[chuckles]

Or funding, for that matter.

We could always use a new name on a wing.

Please, sit down.

Thanks.

[Nick] Actually, we're here on behalf

of a patient at the hospital, Elizabeth Barrow.

Miss Barrow. Yes, we're quite pleased with her progress.

[Rachel] Well, if it's possible,

we'd like to speak to the neurosurgeon

in charge of her case, Dr. Patterson.

Yes, I don't have a problem with that. He's a good man.

And Liz is certainly recovering quite nicely under his care.

Even though she has an overwhelming fear of becoming comatose again?

I'm sorry? What are you talking about?

You weren't informed of the vision she experienced while she was in her coma?

How she saw the boy in the bed next to her killed?

No, I was not.

This is the first I've heard about it.

Perhaps she talked to Dr. Patterson about it.

Well, we'll ask him.

Yeah, please do.

[Dr. Patterson] Sorry.

I'm afraid you caught me in a bit of a rush.

We won't take much of your time, Dr. Patterson.

We just have a couple...

No, no. No problem. No problem.

I'm just sorry I don't have much time to give you.

I've got a pre-op in ten minutes.

This is about Liz Barrow, correct?

Yes.

An epinephrine overdose

leading to swelling of the cranial hemisphere.

A transient ischemic coma and, hopefully,

a quick and permanent recovery.

Is there anything else?

Yeah. I have a question about the Sanford boy.

How did a routine appendectomy leave him in a coma?

A coma he never came out of, while under your care?

[Rachel] Uh, Dr. Patterson,

we certainly don't mean to imply that you had...

No, no, no. That's all right. It's all right.

Let me tell you, what happened to that boy

is a source of complete frustration to me.

I honestly can't tell you what caused his coma...

or his death.

Now, excuse me, I have some work to do.

Thanks.

[Rachel] Nick, what the hell do you think you were doing in there?

-Hello, Rachel. -Long time, no see.

You stopped just short of accusing that man of malpractice.

If I did, maybe we'd get answers rather than just the runaround.

What are you talking about?

Patterson is a top neurosurgeon in this hospital.

And Slade is the most respected surgical man in this city.

That's no reason to treat him like

the second coming of Albert Schweitzer.

You doctors always stick together?

Okay...

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Something bad is going on in this hospital, Rachel.

Open your eyes and see it.

I'm gonna tell you what I see, Nick.

I see somebody who's so emotionally involved

that he's blinding himself to reality.

What, are you saying she's incompetent?

No. I'm saying that she may have serious emotional problems.

But if you're not willing to face that possibility, I'm out of here.

[scoffs] Okay.

[announcer on TV] Single moms are mad, and they're fighting back.

We're talking about Single Moms United,

a coalition dedicated to the formation

-of legislation for... -[knock on window]

Hi.

[shuts TV off]

Hi, yourself.

How you doing?

Better.

Nothing like catching up on talk shows

to make you want to get out of the hospital.

Right.

You ever notice how most people never say what they really mean?

All the time.

Kind of sounds like us, huh?

You figure?

Yeah.

[nurse on PA] Dr. Sharp to Pediatrics.

Dr. Sharp to Pediatrics.

So...

Kevin seems like a good guy.

Now who isn't saying what they mean?

What do you want me to say, Liz?

I haven't got the words.

I know.

It's just a shame, that's all.

Bad timing.

Huh!

Terrible.

Uh, but things are good, really.

Kevin is wonderful. And we have so much in common.

He teaches at the same school as me.

And we're both nuts about kids.

I mean, the only thing we can't agree on is how many to have

and what their names should be.

That is, if I ever get out of here.

So, uh,

what does your friend say?

Am I crazy?

Well, you're a little warped, but you'll be okay.

You're such a creep.

[chuckles]

No, you'll get out of here. Count on it.

I was gonna go to the cafeteria and choke down a little bit of food.

I'll come back and check on you before I go.

Nick...

I'm glad you came.

Me, too.

My social life... it's great.

[beeping]

[door opens]

[laughs softly]

[Nick] Liz.

[screams]

I am very sorry. Visiting hours are over.

No exceptions.

Come on. What? It's, like, five minutes after 9:00.

Give me a break.

Rules are rules, my friend.

You don't wanna get me fired, do you?

Come on, cut him some slack.

No.

[growls]

[demon snarling]

[screaming]

[gasps]

[growling]

[screaming]

[gasping]

Liz!

Hold her. I get a doctor.

Put on the mask.

Oh, God.

Liz.

[Nick] She's gone into a coma.

[sighs]

Oh.

[telephone rings]

Yes?

[Alex] Derek, it's me.

Alex, how's it going?

Have you delivered the briefcase to Lucien?

Listen... just a second, okay?

[speaking French]

Listen, that's why I called.

I went to the Paris House.

But no sign of Lucien until now.

Did you speak to him?

No, but he left a note.

He wants me to meet him before dawn

at the base of the steps of 23 Rue de Rivoli.

Now, you have to be careful.

If Bretonne fails to show, or you feel endangered,

come home immediately.

[phone line drops]

Alex?

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry about before.

I was a little bit frustrated with the situation.

Forget it. We've all been there.

I'm sorry. She's not responding.

She's slipped back.

[Kevin] No, I'm not gonna accept this.

Take it easy.

You're a doctor.

You're supposed to be able to do something here.

We've done everything possible for her, Mr. Sumner,

and will continue to do so.

Some things are just beyond our control.

This isn't fair.

No, it's not fair.

It's life.

Look, why don't you step outside and get some air.

And I will take care of her for a while.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right.

What?

Look.

[pressing keys]

Okay, this substance that Nick found on Liz's neck

is a variant of scopolamine, a substance extracted

from the barracera plant of the nightshade family.

Deadly nightshade.

Yeah, exactly.

Used by shamans in Central and South America.

It causes loss of will and memory for days.

Only this is much more highly concentrated.

It was probably absorbed through the skin.

Enough to induce coma?

At the very least.

Well, then, that's enough for me.

Where are you going?

To the hospital to get another look at that mark.

Wait for me.

[nurse over PA]Dr. Allen, Pediatrics, please.

Dr. Allen, Pediatrics.

[Derek] Look, I was going through this book.

This is what we're looking for.

It's similar, but not quite the same.

Maybe the skin's stretched.

Let me try this.

[keyboard clacking]

-[Rachel] That's it. -[Derek] Yeah, it's Aztec.

-And demonic. -Oh, man.

I'm having a really hard time

believing that somebody's actually practicing black magic

in the city hospital.

I mean, can we at least pursue the possibility

of some more rational explanation?

Give me one.

Right. So it's up to us.

Nick, you know what to do.

Right.

[Rachel] Well, what about causes of death?

In every case, it coincides with

whatever the patient was being treated for.

So there's no connection?

Except in 21 cases.

The patient's illness was so routine

that their slipping into a coma

was listed as an unexplainable side effect.

Twenty-one cases? Who are the attending physicians?

[Nick] There's no kind of pattern there. They're all different.

So, we're right back where we started.

Well, who says it has to be a doctor?

What about Miguel Sanchez?

He's an orderly on Liz's floor.

And he's been on duty

every time that somebody has died.

Born and raised in Mexico City.

What do you want to bet he's got Aztec blood in his veins.

Okay, tell you what. I'm gonna call, uh, an old friend of mine.

He's a cardiovascular surgeon. Goes way back over there.

See if he wants to have dinner.

Fill in some gaps. You wanna come?

[man speaking Spanish]

[roars]

[elevator dings]

So, Bill, when you said you'd join me for dinner,

I guess I should have known

we're talking doctor's hours, huh?

[Bill chuckles] Well, next time, we'll have to

dine someplace more elegant.

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

But I must admit, I've developed a certain fondness

for meatloaf over the years.

[both chuckle]

Anyway, I know you haven't got much time,

so I'll cut right to the chase.

I just wanted to pick your brain

a little bit about some, uh,

some people who work here.

A friend of a friend of mine is a patient, and I just...

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Say no more. Say no more.

You want to, uh, feel out the turf

and make sure you get the best care possible.

Absolutely.

-[machines clattering] -[pipes blowing steam]

[speaking Spanish]

[meowing]

Great.

Just great.

What about Dr. Slade?

Oh, Bren?

Mmm, Bren and I go way back.

We did our residency together.

Play golf together. Drink together.

Even travel together, once in a while, since my divorce.

We've been to, uh,

Paris,

London,

Mazatlan.

Mazatlan?

I didn't think much of it myself,

but I didn't get to see much.

Why not?

Was supposed to be there a week.

Had to come back after two days.

Had an emergency.

Bren liked it well enough, though, I can tell you.

He was really depressed when he went down there.

Was feeling great when he came back.

Been down a couple of times since.

Do you remember the last time he went down there?

Mmm.

About a year ago.

He hooked up with this localbrujomedicine man down there.

I thought he was trying to set up a tax dodge,

write off all the trips, and all that sort of thing.

Actually, he was looking for a cure for his arthritis.

Uh, Slade has arthritis?

Had it.

He thought it was irreversible.

Usually is.

And career-ending news for a surgeon.

Yeah, no question.

Whatever Bren found down there in the jungle.

Power of positive thinking, mud wraps...

Never gave me the details.

Worked like a damn charm.

He's fine now, as far as I can tell.

Really?

Lucky man.

[laughs]

[warped noises]

Argh!

No.

Come on.

No.

[low growling]

No.

[grunts]

[telephone rings]

Alex? How did it go?

Not good at all.

Bretonne's dead.

What?

How?

Something is very wrong here.

Listen, I'll explain when I get back.

I have... I've gotta get out of here.

Yes, of course.

Alex, be safe.

[Rachel] Derek?

I found our man. It's Slade.

[Derek] Slade?

Are you sure?

You betcha. He had rheumatoid arthritis

until he went to Mexico and found a shaman

to restore his hands.

Now, he is 100%.

He's perfect enough to do surgery.

That's not the way arthritis works.

What's this?

"Quihatzin. The Hungry One."

Believed by the Aztecs

to be the gatekeeper of Talocan,

shadow world between life and death.

"A demon who seduces anyone

who's willing to trade innocent victims

for worldly gain.

He slowly feeds off their souls

until nothing... remains."

The hospital.

[buzz]

[EKG beeping]

You were never one to make things easy, were you?

I'm finally ready to talk, and you can't hear me.

Turnabout's fair play, right?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I never treated you

the way you deserved to be treated.

[man] Let's put him in here. Let's see.

That'll be all.

Little late for rounds, isn't it, Doctor?

Busy man like you.

How do you find the time?

What are you doing here, Mr. Boyle?

Visiting hours are over.

What's that you got there?

New treatment?

Yes, that's right.

And now I suggest you leave before I call security.

Yeah, why don't you do that? Then we can all sit down

and talk about what you got in your hand there.

And then you can tell us about

the patients you've killed.

What are you talking about?

Ooh.

Darn!

[sizzling]

Argh!

[grunts]

[speaking indistinctly]

What kind of a dark deal have you made here?

What did you get in return for the lives of your patients?

I got my life.

And my hands.

I was on the brink of killing myself in Mexico.

This opportunity arose.

Opportunity?

For what?

Eternal bondage?

Your demon's never satisfied, is he?

They never are.

No. You're right about that.

Say hello to Liz for me.

I hope you'll be very happy together.

Till death do you part.

Slade!

Care to join him?

Argh!

[grunting]

[roaring]

[screaming]

[roaring]

[moaning]

[demon roaring]

[demon screeches]

[fades out]

He's alive, Derek, barely.

But he's way under.

Hypnosis.

Nick. Stay strong.

The demon will do everything it can to mislead you.

But it's powerless to attack

unless you surrender to its will.

Listen for me.

Let's do it.

Derek, it's 11:15.

I'm giving you five minutes, maximum.

Considering where you're going, that's all you get.

And then I'm bringing you back. You understand?

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Concentrate on this image.

Total focus.

Visualize it as you enter the void.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

And let your breath take you deeper...

and deeper.

[yelling, moaning]

[growl]

[Liz] Prodigal lover returns.

[Nick] Liz.

Oh, how I've missed you.

Where are we?

Anywhere we want to be.

As long as we're together till the end of time.

Remember that night we spent in San Francisco?

That penthouse on the bay?

You took me there for my birthday.

Blindfolded.

Just think of all the things we could do.

This isn't real.

It is if we try.

We could be happy again, just like before.

I want you, Nick.

All you have to do

is come take me now.

-Liz, listen to me. -No.

You listen to me.

You could erase all this pain.

All those days and nights

I spent waiting for you, after you'd left me.

I remember.

I wanted to marry you.

I know.

I was afraid.

Of what?

Of ruining everything I touched.

Like my father.

You're not your father, Nick.

I love you.

Come.

Touch me.

Come to me, Nick.

[breathes heavily]

Feel me.

Oh.

Come to me, Nick.

Come to me on your own.

Come to you?

Why?

Because I need you.

Why won't you touch me?

Why won't you reach out and hold me?

You can't control me...

unless I surrender to your will.

Can you, Liz?

[roars demonically]

[demon] Thief! You dare enter my world unbidden

to steal what is mine.

Liz!

Where are you?

[demon] Come, thief. Take her if you can.

But if you fail, you're mine forever.

Derek, listen to me.

I'm gonna have to pull you out.

Liz?

[demon] Make your choice,

or she shall die.

Save me.

No.

Save yourself.

[Rachel] Derek, listen to me.

Listen to my voice.

On the count of three, you will regain consciousness.

One, two...

Save me.

No.

Save yourself.

[Derek] Nick, hurry.

Do it now!

We gotta go.

I can't. Leave me!

-Come on, you can do it. -Nick.

[growling]

Quickly, this way!

-Come on! -I'm trying!

[roaring]

Hang on!

Nick, you must be stronger!

[moans]

[roaring]

Do it now!

Derek!

[Liz] Leave me! Save yourself!

[Nick] I won't let you go.

[demon growling]

Derek!

Nick! This way!

[roaring]

[Derek] Hurry! Hurry!

[Rachel] Nick?

You're back.

[Nick] How did you manage that?

It was a team effort.

Thanks.

-Forget it. -[laughs]

You okay?

Yeah.

[Rachel] You all right?

[laughs]

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, God.

[whispers] Thank you.