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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]