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It's okay, Tracy, it's just...

You sounded so anxious when you called me, I...

I'm sure there had to be a reason you wanted to see me.

I did.

I mean, I do, but...

I just don't know if I can talk about it.

Is it something real,

or something you imagined?

It's my dream.

It's back, the same as before.

You wanna tell me about it?

[sighs]

How does this dream start, Tracy?

It's just the same.

It's me in a trailer,

my mom's there, and it's dark out.

And I have this book.

[horses neighing]

A book with white horses.

And then the noise happens.

[growling]

[pounding on door]

Stop it!

A noise at the door?

Yes.

But it's not just a noise this time, there's something more,

and it's trying to get inside.

What's trying to get in, Tracy? Can you describe it?

[growling]

Mom!

I don't know.

Tracy,

what do you see?

[growling continues]

Tracy?

There's teeth,

and claws, and eyes.

Those eyes...

[growling continues]

It's coming through.

Mom!

Mom!

Stop!

Stop!

[yelps]

-[breathing heavily] -[shushing]

Okay. You're all right.

You're all right. I got you.

I got you.

Tracy.

There you go. You're okay.

It was some kind of beast.

I don't know.

A beast? What, like a tiger or a lion?

[snarling]

It was a wolf.

I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

You don't have to talk about it.

Here you go.

These dreams, they really scare me.

You know something about dreams?

They're like little coded messages from our brain.

And if we can just decode them and figure out what the messages mean, then...

Poof! Dreams go away.

I promise.

Maybe I can come back tomorrow.

Mmm-hmm.

We don't have to push anything, okay?

Okay.

Dr. Corrigan, please don't tell my mom I was here.

I don't wanna upset her.

I'm not gonna tell your mom.

Now, I want you to lie back there,

and take some deep breaths and just relax.

[breathing deeply]

[Alex] So, Derek wants us to go over that report from Singapore.

You know that tomb of the last rajah? Something about a haunting.

Think I got time for a shower?

Well, if you hurry. It's already tomorrow in Singapore.

Right.

So what was that, 15 miles? Don't you ever want to take a day off?

What? Do I sense criticism here?

No, it's only an observation.

It just seems like you always, I don't know, push it.

Well, it's part of the program.

You know, most fathers play ball with their kid or something.

My old man made me run the gauntlet. Everything was a test.

-Well, what kind of a test? -It could have been anything.

You didn't know when, or what it would be. Mental. Physical.

So like, calculate the square root of pi.

No, no, no. More like...

Like the time we're off-roading this 4x4.

We're coming downhill. I'm maybe 12, and suddenly he shouts,

"Jump, the brakes are gone."

You're kidding. How fast were you going?

Maybe 20, 25.

So you jumped?

No, I rode it out.

The brakes were fine, it was just a test.

So you stay with your dad to the end,

he must have been pleased you passed.

No, I failed.

Failed?

The test wasn't about loyalty,

it wasn't about survival.

It was about the ability to follow orders without question.

It just doesn't seem like a fair test to me.

Well, no kidding.

But then, my old man would have said, "Neither is life."

See you in a bit.

[Alex] Well, just because they've been having these accidents,

it doesn't mean that the tomb is haunted.

So that's one vote. No.

-Nick? -I'd have to agree with Alex.

I mean, they have got a problem, but it's not a ghost.

Well, then we all agree.

Call Singapore, let them know.

The evidence does not support their fears.

And tell them to examine the substructure of the tomb itself.

Oh, they're gonna be really disappointed.

[Nick] Yeah, well, when it comes to ghosts,

faulty architecture isn't much of a substitute.

[laughs] Well, use the video link.

Show them what we found.

Don't look at me. I'm not making the call.

Great.

-Sorry I'm late. -Rachel, everything okay?

We expected you hours ago.

A patient of mine dropped in unannounced.

Fascinating case.

Repressed trauma, only much more intense.

Poor kid's only 18.

Terrified. A recurring nightmare.

Dreaming of wolves.

-Wolves? -Hmm.

Very Freudian.

Yes, it is.

In fact, the way she describes it reminds me very much of Freud'sWolf Man.

Can you talk about it?

Without violating doctor-patient privilege, of course.

She only just moved here, and I'm sure you don't know who she is.

She came to me through an outreach clinic.

A couple of months ago, she started having this recurring dream.

Something is outside her door, trying to get in.

To tear her apart.

Claws, teeth, some sort of wolf.

She didn't wanna talk about it.

Afraid to go to sleep, terrified she's going to be attacked.

Her associations point to her father.

The possibility she's been abused.

-Where's her father now? -That's a good question.

Every time I ask her about him, huh, she changes the subject.

You mentioned Freud'sWolf Man?

Well, of course. Classic case.

Every psychiatrist knows it.

The young Russian who dreamed

that wolves were waiting for him outside his window.

But they only know what Freud chose to publish.

[Rachel reading]

Sigmund Freud was a member of The Legacy?

Oh, no, but they traveled in the same circles.

In Vienna, following the First World War.

And in connection with theWolf Man,

Freud mentions a number of strange killings.

Derek, this is an 18-year-old girl.

We're talking nightmares, not murders.

Are you sure?

Why don't I have Nick check it out?

Just in case.

Derek, this is incredible.

I can't believe you have this here.

[gasps]

[dog barking]

Sam, stop it, you silly dog, it's just me.

[continues barking]

[faint growling]

[growling]

[Sam continues barking]

[growling continues]

[Frances] 30-year-old male, Caucasian.

Height, 68.5 inches.

Weight, 157 pounds.

Tissue damage, sequential to the initial invasive trauma.

Don't you ever sleep, Frances?

It's 4:00 in the morning.

I do some of my best work at night, Nick.

Yeah? So do vampires.

When I left that message on your machine,

I didn't expect you to get back to me so soon.

What's up?

Nothing you're about to see can be made public, you know that, right?

Of course, you got my word.

The night before last.

A night watchman for South Bay Construction.

[Nick] You got a time frame on him?

Well, given the lividity, and the degree of rigor mortis,

I'd say roughly 24 hours.

What, did he cut himself shaving?

Massive insult to the tissue.

The victim's pharynx were literally ripped out.

You see these serrations here?

They look like bite marks.

Very good.

Whatever did this was strong and fast.

This guy never knew what hit him.

How about the rest of the body?

It's untouched.

Given the signature of the bite marks,

and the hair follicles removed from the wound,

if I didn't know better, I'd say we're dealing with a large canine.

That's one hell of a pooch.

So, what do you figure,

a coyote or wolf?

Coyotes don't prey on grown men.

And my experience with wolves in San Francisco

is that they stick to the singles' bars.

Tracy, can you hear my voice?

Yes.

I want you to remain relaxed.

You're simply in an altered state of consciousness.

To help you remember.

You can come out at any time.

Understand?

Come out at any time.

You're back in your dream now, Tracy.

You're reading your book.

The one with the white horses.

[horse neighing]

Then something happens.

[snarling]

No! Mom!

Mom, it's coming in!

[screaming]

Okay. Okay. You're all right.

What did you see? Who was it, Tracy?

It was my father.

Be proud of yourself. You're making really good progress.

Ooh! It's late and it's chilly.

You sure you don't want me to give you a ride home?

Yeah, I just need some time.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[door closes]

-[Sam barking] -[gasps]

Okay. All right, all right. You're okay.

I got you.

Sam! Cool it!

There you go.

-Come on. You okay? -Yeah.

I just can't go.

All right, why don't I get the car.

Let me grab my coat. I'll take you home. Come on. Come on. It's all right.

[Derek] Even the bite marks you saw at the coroner's,

the thing, or whatever it is,

is it at least part canine.

[Nick] So you're saying this might be a werewolf?

No, absolutely not.

The werewolf is a folktale. A distorted legend.

But since people in San Francisco

don't get attacked by wolves,

we may be dealing with the creature the werewolf is based on.

The lupan.

So, you're saying this might be a werewolf?

No, it's a hybrid with human...

It's a werewolf.

According to the legend, Rome was founded by twins.

Romulus and Remus.

They were abandoned to die as infants, but a she-wolf found and suckled them.

And supposedly they interbred with her true offspring to create a lineage,

and that was the curse of Rome.

Emperors like Nero, and perhaps even Caligula,

were all said to be lupan.

But none of them survived the fall of Rome.

[Derek] Sightings are extremely rare.

Usually where they are mistaken for something else.

We need more information.

Let me contact the Rome house,

access their archives and see what I can download.

All right, I'll follow up with the coroner's office.

If this thing's out there, chances are it's gonna kill again.

[Young Tracy screaming]

[snarling]

Get down.

Stay down.

Mom!

Mom!

Stop!

Tracy?

Tracy, are you all right?

What's going on?

I need to know the truth.

The truth about what?

What happened to my father.

Tracy, you know what happened. He left us.

Why are you asking me this now?

[sniffles]

I've been seeing a doctor.

A psychiatrist, through the outreach clinic.

Why in God's name would you do that? You're fine.

What doctor?

Her name's Rachel Corrigan.

She took me back today.

"Took you back"? What do you mean?

Hypnotized me.

She helped me remember.

I saw you with a gun, Mom.

And I saw the door. I saw what came through the door.

What you saw was a nightmare. A dream.

It never happened.

You're confusing fantasy with reality again.

Why did you go see this Dr. Corrigan? Why didn't you come to me?

'Cause you never believe me, Mom.

I didn't wanna worry you. I thought she could help.

It's gonna be all right.

You just should have told me. That's all.

I'm sorry.

No.

I'm sorry for not listening better.

It's gonna be all right.

I know it will.

Okay, sweetheart?

Sweetheart.

Go to sleep.

If you need me, I'm right across the hall.

Don't turn the light out.

Of course.

[man] I was taking a shortcut through the park,

and it just stalled.

If I knew what was wrong, why would I be calling you?

What kind of emergency service is this, anyways?

-Listen. It's 2:00 a.m. -[growling]

I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere, and the car won't start.

The goddamn car won't start!

Period. End of story.Finito.

Well, I want someone here, and I want them here fast.

[growling continues]

Hello?

Hello?

Damn it!

[screaming]

[Nick] I just talked to Frances, and she said

that there was another killing at Golden Gate Park last night.

-The same MO as the others. -Really?

-Yep. -Well, look at this.

[Nick] Something about a cult, prohibited.

No, forbidden.

Now, according to this, the lupan were driven out

when the Vandals overran Rome in 455.

They then fled to a remote region in Albania,

where it's believed they lived in caves for almost a thousand years.

Then what happened?

Well, supposedly, they became wilder and more vicious.

Eventually, they were exterminated.

I think that the last documented killing was in Aleppo in 1452.

Well, it looks like we're gonna have to get our documentation up to date.

How could one of these things be traveling around

without someone seeing it?

[Derek] By looking like you and me.

A lupan would appear completely human

until it reached maturity.

A latency period.

Yeah. Then as an adult driven by an insatiable urge,

it kills,

and then it resumes its human form.

It may not even be aware of what it's done or what it is.

Amazing.

So, it could get married, have a family,

carry on like any normal person,

then go on a killing spree and not even know it?

Exactly.

So, how are we gonna find this thing?

-Wait till the next full moon? -No.

The moon is an old wives' tale.

If it's truly a lupan, it will kill when its need is greatest.

It's already killed twice in three nights. It sounds like a cycle.

All we have to do is find out where and when it's gonna kill next.

[scoffs] Good luck.

How do we know it won't just stop?

Because the hunger of a lupan never lessens.

It only grows.

-Yes. May I help you? -I hope so.

My daughter claims she started coming to you as a patient.

Tracy Lasker.

Oh, Mrs. Lasker. Of course. Sure.

Please, come in. I've got so many...

I've asked her to stop seeing you.

I'd appreciate it if you'd leave her alone.

There's nothing else to say.

Mrs. Lasker?

-Tracy needs help. -There's nothing wrong with my daughter.

She is very troubled. I'm sure you've noticed that--

Yes, I know all about the nightmares, and we're dealing with it.

Right.

Has she ever experienced violence, something highly traumatic?

Something to do with her father?

Tracy's father abandoned us when she was eight.

I really don't see the need to discuss it with you.

-But Tracy said-- -I don't care what she said.

I don't want her coming here, period.

Mrs. Lasker, your daughter is old enough to decide for herself.

My daughter is confused.

I've asked her not to see you, and now I'm asking you to do the same.

Tracy is under a great deal of emotional strain.

-I could help her. -How?

By lending credibility to her nightmares?

By frightening her? How does that help?

She's a very troubled young lady.

You can't ignore what she's going through.

It's not just gonna go away by itself. Let me help her.

You can help her by leaving us alone.

That's final.

Mrs...

All these years I thought that Freud'sWolf Man

was a case of obsessional neurosis,

maybe borderline schizophrenia, but it's not.

It's a projection of a real fear. His patient

was being stalked by his own father, who wanted to kill him.

The lupan.

So rare, so deadly,

that Freud could only write about it in here.

In a journal he'd never publish.

A dark truth he knew the world would never accept.

Why would this lupan want to kill its own young?

Perhaps some deep-seated need to end the curse.

Killing its own offspring before they reproduce

would break the cycle.

I suppose.

But you know what's really troubling?

Freud enlisted The Legacy to help him kill it.

He had no choice.

He was a doctor.

Attempting to save his patient.

As you must save yours.

The girl's mother came to visit me this morning.

I tried to get her to talk about everything,

and she just got really defensive.

She's ordered her daughter to stop seeing me.

I think we should pay her a visit.

She may be withholding something that could help her.

Yeah, it's worth a try.

Mrs. Lasker?

Tracy?

Keep trying, I'll check the back.

Mrs. Lasker.

-[snarling] -[screaming]

Hey!

[yells] No!

[Rachel] It wasn't a dog,

or a wolf.

It wasn't like anything I've ever seen before.

Well, it was pretty dark. Can you be certain?

The eyes.

These were not the eyes of an animal.

They looked right through me.

And if you hadn't acted as quickly as you did,

I probably wouldn't be here.

[Rachel chuckles]

So, what do you have?

Well, according to Carlton, the cops have kept a lid on it,

in the hopes of finding this guy without causing a panic.

But they've come up empty,

so she agreed to give us a peek before they go public.

One at a time, always at night.

A female jogger, a recluse,

a guy with car trouble in the park.

All isolated, all with their throats torn out.

Now, the pattern seems to be three killings in a couple of days,

and then nothing.

It's sated.

It doesn't kill for food, it kills for blood.

-How many so far this time? -Two.

You would have been the third.

Then there's still one to go.

We don't have much time.

Alex?

Well, about ten years ago

there were similar killings in New England, all the same pattern.

Bar Harbor, Maine,

the police were building a case against a suspect, James Hardin.

But before they could pick him up, he just disappeared.

So they brought his wife in for questioning.

What happened to her?

Well, she just took her child and left town.

This is the only photo I have.

Oh, my God.

It's her.

Anne Lasker, the...

The mother of the girl I've been telling you about.

Then James Hardin

must be the lupan.

Tracy's at school, Dr. Corrigan.

I thought I told you, we don't need your help.

Mrs. Hardin,

I think you do.

May I come in?

[Anne] James used to get these spells.

He became distracted, then he'd leave for days on end.

He said he was traveling on business.

When he'd come back, everything would be okay.

For the next four weeks.

We never lived anywhere for more than a few months.

Tracy didn't understand

why she couldn't stay in one place like other kids.

That last year, James started getting worse.

Unpredictable.

He kept a gun near the bed. He taught me how to shoot.

Did he ever tell you why?

He said I'd know if the time came.

I never understood what he meant, until...

Tracy, honey, do you know what time it is?

I'm waiting for Daddy.

[growling]

He'll be home, soon.

Come on.

It'll still be there in the morning.

-[pounding on door] -No!

Tracy, get down.

-Stay down! -[screams]

Down.

Make it stop! Mom! Make it stop!

Make it stop!

It's coming in... It's coming...

Stop!

It's coming in!

Stop! It's coming in!

Stop!

Mom!

Make it stop!

It's coming in!

Mom!

[snarling]

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Tracy, don't look, don't look.

James.

Oh, God, James.

I buried him in the forest.

The police never found the grave.

And Tracy never told them anything?

She couldn't.

She didn't speak for almost a year after that.

I moved here to forget what happened.

Changed our name.

Tracy had finally convinced herself she'd imagined it all.

Then the dreams started.

Are you sure James is dead?

I thought so.

James?

I was so scared when I buried him.

What if he's still alive?

What if he's come back to punish me?

What if he's come for Tracy?

Just...

You stay here.

You wait for Tracy to come back.

You keep her here, inside with you.

I'll be back.

[Derek] The lupan's origins are rooted in the supernatural.

There's only one way to be sure you've killed it.

[bow clicks]

Silver nitrate.

Driven through its heart.

Well, assuming James Hardin is the lupan,

and he's still alive,

why would he wanna kill his own daughter?

Because he tried before and failed.

So make sure you and Alex take the proper ammunition.

-Right. -[Rachel] Wait.

There's gotta be another way besides killing him.

We cannot take the chance. This creature will kill again.

But, Derek,

it might be the last one of its kind.

Hardin gave his wife a gun for a reason.

He suspected what he really was.

He knew that the madness was growing,

that he could no longer control it.

Because he couldn't understand what was going on inside of himself.

But we could. Look...

If we could study it, instead of destroying it.

Then, maybe we could understand.

Maybe even reverse the process.

We have a chance.

How can we not take it?

I'd like to say yes, Rachel,

but it's too dangerous.

They're right.

We just can't take that chance.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

[growling]

She's gone.

Tracy.

[Anne] I told her to stay in her room. The doors were locked.

I don't understand.

You just... You made a mistake, that's all.

But I looked, she wasn't here.

No, it...

[wind whooshing]

You're tired.

Come on. You get some rest.

I'll come back and sit with her.

Aim for the heart.

And if I miss?

I won't.

Good.

-Well, Derek should be here by now. -Yeah.

[Nick exhales]

Derek, you could give a warning.

The lupan won't. I promise you that.

Then the lupan will be dead.

-You had a chance to look around? -Yeah.

Alex, if you wanna tuck in around back.

All right.

Derek, you got a pretty good view of the front yard from that tree.

And I'll float around the perimeter.

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Take care of yourself.

[whispering] Tracy.

It's okay, honey. It's just me. I'm sorry to wake you up.

Tracy.

Tracy, are you all right?

Tracy.

No!

-No! -[Derek] Alex!

Nick, it's in the house!

[snarling]

Tracy.

Tracy.

Tracy, listen to me.

[growling]

Tracy, we don't have to hurt you.

Tracy, let me help you.

-No, she's my daughter! -No!

No!

[groaning]

[Derek] Nick, take a look at this.

The lupan

was Tracy Lasker.

You knew.

Why didn't you tell me?

I could have done something, I...

I could have stopped this.

No, you couldn't.

No one could.

[Derek] We had no choice.

The state she was in, she would have killed us both.

[Rachel] Mrs. Lasker, you aren't gonna be able to explain this to the police.

Let us help you.

Go, please.

Please, go.

[Anne weeping]

[Rachel] Anne Lasker had known the truth all along.

Her daughter, like her husband,

was born to be a beast of the night.

Maybe Derek was right.

There was no chance to save her.

I wish I had found a way.

Her loss still haunts me.

Was she truly the last of her kind?

Are there others like her?

Someday, maybe, we'll get a second chance.

[growling]