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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.