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You should have told him
not to go by himself.

-I did.
-Well, he's two hours late.

He should have called by now.

Well, his contact in town
insisted that he come alone.

The guy was paranoid, I guess.
Didn't trust anybody.

Well, he said something
about a rash of suicides.

I mean, this town
hardly looks like
Suicide City to me.

No answer. You know,
I hate it when he does this.

Sometimes, he has absolutely
no concept of danger.

He just throws himself
headfirst into things
without thinking.

That's why I always got plan B.

[beeping]

[chuckles]
Aren't you the Eagle Scout.

It's a satellite tracking
device.

I put it
on his spare tire.

-[beeps]
-Okay, I got him.

Or his car anyway.
He's about 2 miles from here.

Must be off the highway though,
on a fire road or something.

[sighs] Or a ditch.

Let's hope not.

[tracker beeping]

[gasps] Nick!

[tires screeching]

[both panting]

Oh!

Derek, you all right?

Get out.

Get away from here.

[Alex screams]

[Nick distorted]
Derek! Derek, it's us!

It's Alex and Nick!

[distorted]
Listen to me, Derek.

Let us help you.

No.

Don't let him get you.

Get out.

What are you talking about,
Derek? Who?

I won't do it!
I won't kill my friends!

[straining]

-[gasps]
-[gunshot]

Oh, God!

-Give me your scarf.
-[exclaiming in upset]

[Alex] Derek.

[continues exclaiming]

Keep pressure on him.

Derek!

[groaning]

Get out!

[Alex] Derek!

[EMT] Okay, come on,
let's go. This way.

We got an entry. No exit wound.

BP 60, pulse 120,
respiration 6.

Will you hurry up?
He's bleeding to death.

You can't go in there.

-My friend's just been shot.
-That's too bad now, isn't it?

What did you say?

Cyanotic, thorax.
We need a size 32 chest tube.

Call upstairs, prep an OR.
Trauma 1 is clear,

-let's go.
-Okay, come on.

What the hell!
Nobody dressed this wound?

All right. He's in shock.
Give me another liter
of Ringer's.

Three units O Neg, stat.

-Type and cross
six additional units.
-Come on, Derek.

[nurse] BP's free falling.
We're losing him.

-Outside, please, ma'am.
-[nurse] He's flatlining.

-[EKG flatlining]
-Push an amp of sodium bicarb.

Prep an intracardial epi
and a number eight.

And give me some paddles.

-You have to go, miss.
-I'm staying.

She's out of here right now.

-Okay, 200.
-[defibrillator powering up]

And clear.

[zapping]

[nurse] Still coding.

[doctor] Charging... And clear.

-Clear!
-Clear!

[clanging]

[nurse] Nothing.
He's still flat.

-Still coding.
-[doctor] Okay, let's go again.

Charging.

And clear.

And clear. Clear!

This is our problem, not yours.

Dr. Rayne just came to help.

We don't need you people
coming in here

studying us
like monkeys in a cage.

Sheriff, it's okay.

We'll take care of
everything now.

[woman on PA]
Your attention, please.

Mr. Dwayne Parker...

Stay in town.

Where I can find you.

I'm Dr. Alcott, Chief of Staff.

Much as it's
appreciated, Mr. Boyle,

we really don't need
any outside help.

I can see Derek now?

Not unless you're family.
Those are the rules.

He's not your father, is he?

No.

He... We work together.

He's the boss.

Guess you'll be
minding the store, then?

You're up to it, I hope.

Excuse me.

I called Rachel.
She's on her way.

God.

I'm so scared...

I know. Come on,
let's go get some air.

How is he?

[Nick] He's still in surgery.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Yeah?

We just should never
have let him go alone.

Well, he won't
come around for hours.

I told the same thing
to your associate,

but he insisted
on going in, too.

Excuse me. Our associate?

Yeah, your associate.

I hope you have
business here, friend.

Mr. Sloan.

Why is the head
of the London House here?

We didn't call you.

You didn't have to.

The Legacy does have
contacts that monitor
police bands, Mr. Boyle.

Well, you can tell them
that we're handling it.

No, you're not. [laughs]

That's not how we
handle a crisis.

Till Derek Rayne
is well enough
to resume his duties,

assuming he ever is,

I'm gonna be in charge.

None of this surprises me.

I knew Derek
would get into trouble

he couldn't
get out of someday.

[Nick] Why, because he
doesn't follow company rules?

He doesn't follow
anyone's rules.

As long as I've known him,
he just makes them up
as he goes along.

Well, if that's the case,

so do we.

Not a good idea.

This isn't time for
"I told you so."

Derek is fighting
for his life in there.

Look, if this is your
investigation now, let's do it.

He made a contact
in the city.
Who was it?

A guy named Broward
at the local paper.

Derek knew him through
the Luna Foundation.

He calls up last week
and says there's a problem
here in Rose County.

Last week?

When was Derek
planning to inform us

of his intentions to pursue
an investigation here?

In his will?

Broward insisted
that he come alone.

Okay, look.

What we know...

is that there have been
a rash of violent suicides

here in Rose County
over the last several weeks.

That's what we know.

We'll see Broward.

And any other contacts he made.

We need Derek's journal.
Where did he stay?

He never checked
into the hotel.

Where is his car?

Somewhere outside town.

The police put out an APB,
but nothing's turned up yet.

-No way to track it?
-No.

I know you don't
trust me, Mr. Boyle.

But you're gonna
have to get over it

if we're gonna be
working together.

It's not that easy.

It's not supposed to be easy.

Nothing in life is.

But you shouldn't
listen to everything
Derek tells you about me.

Obviously, he's told you

we've had our differences
and disagreements in the field.

I won't deny there are
unresolved issues between us.

Get over it.

[chuckles]

Oh, we will.

Someday, we will.

[EMT] Come on, pal,
don't give us a hard time.

What are you doing?

It's okay, pal.
We're here to help.

Let me go.

[man groans]

[EMT] We're taking you
to the hospital,

whether you like it or not.

[injured man groaning]

Come on.

Good evening, Mr. Broward.
We're here about Dr. Rayne.

If you're looking for a doctor,
try the hospital.

We just came from the hospital.
He shot himself this evening.

Derek Rayne came to Rose County
at your request.

Far as anyone knows,
you're the only one
he's talked to.

I think you got some
bad information about me

and your friend Derek.

We didn't say
he was our friend.

Did we?

I would love to stand around
and gossip with you boys,

but I got a paper
to get out, you know.

Thanks for the tip.

I'll send someone over
to Rose Mercy to get the story.

The story's here, Mr. Broward.

Your story. And we want it.

It's okay, Mr. Boyle.
Thank you, Mr. Broward.

-[Nick] He's lying.
-He has his reasons.

Why'd you go so easy on him?

What would you have
liked me to do?
Break his kneecaps?

Is that how Derek
would have handled it?

Derek's pretty easy to kick
when he's down, isn't he?

I've kicked him harder
when he's been up.

Believe me.

I'm going back to the hospital.

No, you're not.
We're staying together.

And doing what?
Hanging around here all night?

So impatient.

I knew your father.
He was an impatient man, too.

One of the great ones,
your dad.

Yeah, well, I hate to tear down
your idol, Mr. Sloan.

Pop wasn't much of a hero
on the home front.

Nevertheless, you're
a lot like him.

What the hell
are we doing here?

Waiting for Mr. Broward.

Who will be along very shortly.

Trust me.

Dr. Alcott, I'm Dr. Corrigan.

[Dr. Alcott] Oh, yes.
They told me
about your request.

We're very pleased
with the outcome
of the surgery,

but I can't let you
move him to San Francisco
until he stabilizes.

You wanted to look at
some of his workups?

Yeah. Blood work, toxicology.

I'd like to see some
brain chemistry, too.

And the other thing I wanted
to talk to you about was...

all these suicides.

Yes.

I think there might be
a correlation with
what happened to Derek.

I'd like to see the records.

And what would you
be looking for?

Something you
might have missed.

You'd have to look pretty hard

to find something
like that, Doctor.

Or maybe it's right there
in front of everyone,

and you can't see it,
'cause you're too close to it.

There are
legal issues involved.

You'd need permission
from the hospital board
and the families.

Of course.

I'll run your request
by the hospital administration.

Maybe later we can
catch some coffee
and talk a bit.

Thanks, I'd appreciate that.

In the meantime, why don't you
look over Derek's charts.

Thanks.

Dr. Alcott. I know you're busy.

I don't wanna take you away
from your patients.

You're not.

You put that paper to bed
rather quickly, Mr. Broward.

You can talk to us now.

You do wanna talk, don't you?

[Nick] You certainly
wanted to talk to Derek.

Derek never showed.

What did you wanna tell him?

The people...

They're changing.

Changing? Into what?

Well, they're...
They're different.

I can't say it any other way.

You sure it's not
your imagination?

I'm a news writer.
I don't have an imagination.

And I don't trust anybody.
And neither should you.

I'm sorry about Dr. Rayne.

Feel bad for having
dragged him into this.

What made you
decide to call him?

Two weeks ago,
my best friend for 20 years

fed himself a bullet.

And I knew him.

He was not suicidal.

What do you think
happened to him?

I don't even have a theory.

Except, for the last few
weeks of his life,

he just wasn't himself.
He was...

He was completely different.

Hey, Teach...

school's not out yet.

Don't die on me, Derek.

You care for him, don't you?

He was my...

mentor in college.

We go back a few years.

It's more than that.
I can see it.

It's complicated.

We're all praying
for him with you.

I hope you get a chance to...

To let him know
how you really feel.

[door closes]

[ambulance siren wailing]

You are out
past curfew, friend.

Didn't know there was one.

[Sheriff] Well,
it only applies to you.

I don't want you going around
bothering people
with questions.

How do you know
we're asking questions?

We could be out
for some air, right?

He with the group, too?

Yeah.

Unfortunately for us.

We have a right to conduct
our own investigation.

And we'll stay until we're
satisfied we should go.

Then I'd be
mindful of local ordinance
if I were you.

Don't wind up in my jail.

It will be unpleasant,
I guarantee it.

I've been shot by nicer people.

Don't ever undermine me
like that again, Mr. Boyle.

Sorry. Derek runs
a more democratic ship.

I'm allowed
to think for myself.

-You can think what you like.
-[police car engine starting]

It's what you say
that concerns me.

Oh, so it's your way
or the highway.
Is that the deal?

Mmm-hmm. That's the deal.

Maybe I'll take the highway.

No, you won't.

I know you better
than you think I do.

You might disagree
with the way I do things,

but you won't abandon
your team in a crisis.

Because you've been
down that road, haven't you?

You're also not
a very good liar.

Neither is Alex.

I believe you have some idea
where Derek's car is, hmm?

So... Let's do it.

[car engine starting]

[beeping]

Go away from here!

Get out!

[breathing heavily]

Are you lost? Can I help you?

[gasping]

Ahh!

[nurse] I really hope
that didn't hurt too much.

[whispering voices]

Broward said
the people are changing,

but he couldn't say how.

Well, Derek's changed,
that's for certain.

-That wasn't him tonight.
-[tracker beeping]

Whatever's got
a hold of these people
has a hold of him, too.

During the time he arrived here
and the time you found him,

something precipitated
that changed him.

Maybe he was drugged.

Or he's caught
whatever mass hysteria
is gripping this place.

But the masses don't seem
that hysterical, do they?

Except for the people
who've killed themselves.

No.

I guess not.
They actually seem pacified.

Or possessed.

Legacy has seen that before.

Demonic possession pushing
people to suicidal madness.

Derek was struggling
with something that obviously
had a grip on him.

He was resisting.

Fighting for control
of his will.

[beeping rapidly]

He may have lost.

No. No, he didn't lose.

He won.

We won.

I think he would have killed
himself to avoid killing us.

[beeping intensifies]

I got him.

There it is.

Looks like he ran off the road.

Yeah.

[William] Have a look at this.

Rose Mercy General.

Mmm! [groans]

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Let me have a look.

No, you're not okay.

Doctor, I think that you should
have a look at his hand--

He's fine.

Dr. Corrigan. Good news,
not so good news.

Derek's been
upgraded from critical.

That's great.

But I've spoken with Dr. Basso,
our chief pathologist.

And?

He has the files in the morgue,

but he's very reluctant to
release records in cases
he considers pending.

-Reluctant as in no, right?
-I'm sorry.

Well, maybe I should make
a personal appeal
to this Dr. Basso.

I doubt that would help.

Doctor, I need you
to look at something.

See these?

These are indicators of
anomalous adrenal function.

These numbers are
through the roof.

But the blood panel
is incomplete.

There's no endocrinology,
there's no brain chemistry,

no tox scan.

Hasn't anyone in this hospital
even considered the possibility

that Dr. Rayne is a victim
of poisoning or an overdose?

We're a small hospital, Doctor.

We do things differently
than you might.

I don't think you're telling me
everything you know, Doctor.

And I think you're out of
your jurisdiction, Doctor.

I don't understand
your territorial prerogative.

Spare me the diagnosis.
I'm not on your couch.

Neither are the people
of this town.

[gasps]

God! Alex, you scared
the hell out of me.

-I'm sorry.
-What you doing here?

I saw you come in here. I...

I called your name,
but you didn't hear me.

So I followed you.

You followed me? How's Derek?

Oh, I'm not so worried
about him anymore.

Are you okay?

I'm just very tired,
that's all.

Listen, will you
watch the door?

I don't want anyone
to find me in here.

What I need to find
shouldn't take me too long.

I don't like what's going on
at this hospital.

And I'm pretty sure
Dr. Alcott knows a little more
than she's telling me.

This guy on the slab?

Suicide tonight.
She didn't even mention it.

This is the postmortem--

Okay, now, if I can just
find something that matches--

[gasps]

[groaning]

[Alex] It's gonna be
all right now, Rachel.

[screaming]

[groans]

[gasps]

[Rachel whimpering]

Don't fight it, Rachel.

Don't resist.

You wanted to know
about the suicides.

They wouldn't
surrender their will.

They resisted.

Derek resisted.

You see what happens?

[Rachel] No.

I'm happy you're going to
become one of us, Dr. Corrigan.

No.

Alex...

Alex, please help me.

It doesn't hurt.

Not after, anyways.

In fact, you'll never
feel pain again.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I care!

I'm going to give you
a little piece of myself,

just like I gave
to Derek and Alex.

Something to grow inside of you
and take away your pain.

-No!
-I was a patient once.

Cancer.

Pain beyond imagining.

You pray for relief.

God doesn't hear.

But fallen angels do.

One came to me in my suffering

and took my pain away.

Now, the miracle flows from me.

This might sting...

-just a little.
-No!

[Rachel groaning]

[screaming]

I'm glad you're
such a lousy shot.

We'd both be lying here.

I don't know about you,
boss, but...

I gotta wonder if this job's
worth dying for.

Where are Rachel and Alex?

I don't know.
I haven't even
seen a nurse.

Go find them.
We're getting out of here.

-Not without Derek.
-Absolutely not.

Nick, watch yourself.

Yeah.

[door closes]

[Nick] Broward?

They got you, didn't they?

It's a beautiful thing.

I feel her and nothing else.

All the pain's gone.

I'm not fighting it.

You don't wanna fight it.

It's a beautiful thing.

Who got you, Broward?

Who did this?

At least they took me
to the doctor.

She's a wonderful doctor.

Wonderful.

Nick, is that you?

How do you feel?

My God.

I finally made it to hell.

You look like hell.

I have a good excuse.
What's yours?

Hmm.

Where's Nick?

Alex and Rachel?

Nick went to find
Alex and Rachel.

We're gonna get you out of here
as soon as we can.

You're not safe here.

None of us is.

Rachel.

You're coming
with us now, friend.

Not today.

[all grunting]

Nick, you okay?

Yeah. Come on,
we gotta get out of here.

No.

I don't want to leave.

And neither will you.

Soon.

We talked to Broward.
There's something here.

It's real. It's making people
kill themselves.

You tried to kill yourself.

You remember?

Think back to the hours
after you arrived
in Rose County.

They ran me off the road.

I know. We found your car.

They brought you
here, didn't they?
To the hospital.

You remember anything
that happened after that?

She put something in me.

Evil in my soul.

-She?
-A woman.

A doctor.

Her name was Alcott.

She is the source.

She takes control
of her victims.

She must be destroyed.

Whatever it was she put in you,

can you tell
if it's still there?

It's gone.

I know it has.

I resisted
with all my strength.

But I could feel her in me,

with me,

controlling me.

You sure you didn't
marry this woman now?

-What happened to me?
-You died.

You were clinically dead
for at least a minute.

You went into V-fib in the ER.

They resuscitated you.

You're worried, aren't you?

Hold on, okay?

I'm not dead.
Why am I in the morgue?

You'll be safe here.

Do you realize that this is
the first 15 minutes

we've ever been together
and we didn't disagree?

We haven't made
a breakthrough yet,

and you still have
four minutes to pick a fight.

So do you.

Okay. You wanna talk about
what happened in Nairobi?

[sighs]

I can't believe
you still bring it up.

What about Al Kufah?

-I don't wanna
talk about Al Kufah.
-Right.

Wouldn't be a fair fight
anyway. You're not up to it.

Please find Alex and Rachel.
Take them out of here.

-Leave me.
-Would you leave me?

[Dr. Alcott]
How are we doing tonight?

Not so good, huh?

[grunting]

Alex, get me
out of here, honey, please!

Rachel, come on!
Rachel, come on!

We're the only ones
who can stop this.

If you let them
take me, it's over.

[Dr. Alcott]
Don't fight us, Nick.

It's all right, Nick. Relax.

It hurts at first,

but it goes away quickly.

[Dr. Alcott] Trust me.

Your soul is
a small price to pay

for the gift that
I'm giving you, dear.

It's a beautiful thing
not to care.

Not to worry.

Not to feel.

Rachel, what about Kat?

Who's gonna take care of Kat?

Dr. Alcott, I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.

Or the pain.

[screaming]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[Rachel and Alex
breathing heavily]

So, Derek never really
mentioned what happened
between you two.

Just as well.

Enough to say
it's old business.

And we're never
going to resolve it, are we?

Probably not, knowing you
as well as I do.

And you.

So it's a draw, then.

No, no. A draw
is something else, Nick.

This is an impasse.
Right, Derek?

Used to be.

But I don't think
it is anymore.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

So you'll be staying in London
now that you're done here?

You'll be hearing from me,
probably a lot more
than you'd like.

Oh, and, Nick.
Derek will tell you.
We're never done anywhere.

[Nick] I hadn't realized
how committed Derek is
to The Legacy,

to his friends, to us.

I guess I never truly accepted
how difficult a job he has.

I know now that none of this
will ever be easy.

And like Sloan says,
it's not supposed to be.