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[metronome ticking]

This thing is really annoying.

Well, it's not meant to be annoying, it's meant to relax you.

Well, it's not working.

You know, my mother used to have one on the piano.

A metro... A metro...

A metronome.

Yeah, I would have got it!

[thunder clapping]

You seem pretty tense today, Elliot.

You okay? Everything all right?

What do you think?

[thunder rumbling]

How about we talk about your mother, all right?

What's there to talk about?

-She'd dead. -[continues clicking pen]

You know, Elliot...

we're not gonna make any progress unless you open up.

Well, maybe I don't feel like opening up today.

Okay.

But how about...

if you just try, all right?

Come on, you need to try.

[clicking pen]

All right, I'll try, Dr. Corrigan.

Thank you, that's great.

Let's start with your hallucinations.

Have you had any hallucinations lately?

Yeah.

What did you see?

I...

What, Elliot?

You got people watching me, don't you?

We've been through this before.

Remember the last time you were here?

I took the mirror off the wall,

and showed you there's nothing back there

but the wall.

How do I know you didn't switch things around?

How do I know you don't have people spying on me?

You don't, Elliot, you just have to trust me.

[distorted voices] You can't trust her.

You're trying to get inside my head.

Elliot, I'm trying to help you. Come, sit--

Stop playing games with me. You're trying to control me.

Elliot, please.

Shut up!

I know what you're trying to do but it won't work.

It's people like you that killed my mother.

[doors slamming]

Session notes. February 22nd.

Progress has been slow.

Patient continues to exhibit paranoia, which is getting worse.

And, additionally, he now thinks that I'm somehow

culpable for whatever happened to his mother.

[door opens]

Hello?

[thunder crashes]

Elliot?

[gasps]

Oh!

Elliot, you scared me half to death.

I thought you'd left.

Are you all right, Elliot?

I hope this doesn't violate the doctor-patient relationship.

[Rachel exclaims]

Elliot, no.

You don't want to kill me.

[thunder crashes]

[theme music playing]

[Derek] I still can't believe he stabbed you.

You may wanna have a doctor have a look at that.

I am a doctor.

-I'm fine. -Well, you're lucky.

Could've been worse.

Yeah, that's what the police said.

They arrested Elliot at his house

and I guess he's pretty whacked out, he couldn't even remember the attack.

Did he still have the ice pick on him when they found him?

I guess he must've dumped it or something

because they said he was unarmed when they booked him.

You pressing charges?

Yeah, of course, I mean, the kid's dangerous.

Should be off the streets.

Don't you agree?

-Well, it's obvious he needs help, but-- -Derek!

He's my patient, I mean...

Guess I know what's best for him, huh.

Yeah, but, Rachel, going to jail--

Alex.

The kid tried to kill me.

I think it's up to Rachel, right?

Yeah, you're right.

If you wanna press charges, it's your decision.

Thank you.

What about Kat? Is she okay?

-She's fine, she wasn't there. -Where is she?

What is going on?

I sent her to stay with some friends.

Okay, so I get attacked, and now what, I'm on trial?

Rachel...

[sighs] I'm sorry.

It's all right.

No, no, it's not...

I can't believe I'm...

Listen, I didn't get any sleep last night

and I really didn't mean...

-[Rachel stutters nervously] -[Alex] Wait.

Why don't you stay here tonight?

No, I just need a little bit of rest. I'll see you guys.

[Rachel] What is it rated?

Mm-hmm.

"R" because it's scary or "R" for bad language?

What does Mrs. Gintner say?

Okay, well, why don't you just go for it?

Close your eyes if you get scared, okay?

Yeah, I love you, too, pumpkin. See you Sunday. Bye-bye.

[sighs]

[gasps]

Oh, Rachel, what a mess.

Oh, dear.

[distorted voices whispering]

[Kristin] It looks like a detailed account of your visions.

Doing a bit of research?

Yeah, well, I've had this gift since I was a kid.

But the truth is I never know when it's going to occur.

Must be fascinating when it does.

Fascinating and a little frightening. [clears throat]

Unfortunately, when I have these visions

I never know exactly how to interpret them.

So, you're looking for patterns?

You know, when I first joined The Legacy they ran a battery of tests.

Nothing really came of them, so I thought

it was time I delve into it a little deeper.

I have nothing on my plate, right now. Do you want some help?

Sure.

You're rather quiet this afternoon, Rachel.

Things like this don't happen to me.

You shouldn't feel embarrassed.

I've known dozens of psychiatrists who've suffered anxiety attacks.

[distorted voices whispering]

No, I don't feel embarrassed, I just...

I just...

I'm a little frustrated about...

losing control.

Rachel, why don't you give me your analysis

of what's happened recently to make you lose control.

I think it's pretty simple, isn't it?

The attack yesterday triggered a preexisting stress in my life.

And what's contributing to that stress?

For one thing,

the people I work with.

They... Uh...

They weren't supportive of your situation?

Hardly, yes.

[clicking pen]

Especially, Derek, I mean, he's...

[scoffs] Derek is so patronizing, he just...

He treats me like a child.

You know what his problem is?

He's very threatened by strong women.

You've never mentioned that before.

[sighs] Yeah, but...

Maybe I just noticed it, okay?

What about Nick and Alex?

Well, I mean, Nick's okay.

He at least tries to understand me.

Alex though is really starting to bug me.

[clicking pen]

That surprises me.

I thought she was a good friend of yours.

Yeah, so did I.

[clicking continues]

Lately, however,

she's questioning the way I parent.

Do you think you're a good parent?

"Good"?

Yes, I think I'm a good parent.

I love Kat.

Kat is the most important thing in my whole world.

There is no relationship...

No one is gonna threaten my relationship with my daughter.

[clicking pen rapidly]

Ready?

Yeah.

But the sight isn't ESP,

it's usually triggered by touching something.

Okay, well, maybe this will just give us a good baseline to start from.

Okay, let's give it a shot.

Square.

No.

[exhales deeply]

A cross.

It's a star.

-Let's try another one. -Okay.

[clears throat]

I'm not getting anything here.

Well, maybe we're going about this the wrong way.

You know, I think I'm just more

prescient when I'm emotionally charged.

Can you get there?

Work myself up, you mean?

Yeah, think of some, uh,

highly emotional memory from your family or maybe your childhood.

Perhaps, an old friendship.

Mm.

Katie Mitchell.

We were best friends in first grade

and we used to play together all the time after school.

One day, her father got off work early and came to pick her up.

When he saw me, his face turned red.

I didn't know it at the time

but it was a combination of anger

and pure loathing.

He dragged Katie into his pickup

and took her home.

I couldn't figure out what was going on,

so I followed them on my bike.

By the time I got there,

he hauled her into the house and started beating her.

And over her crying,

I heard him shout.

"I never ever want to see you

playing with that dirty little nigger again."

What card do you see now, Alex?

A circle.

[thunder crashes]

[distorted voice] They're watching you.

[answering machine beeps]

[over answering machine] Rachel, it's Derek.

We wanted to make sure you're okay.

Please call us when you get in. Bye.

God, you just never quit, do you?

-[answering machine beeps] -Cut me some slack, Derek.

Ms. Corrigan, this is Detective Manners with the SFPD.

I'm calling to inform you that Elliot Black made bail today.

We don't expect any trouble.

My direct number is 555-0197 if you have any questions.

Thank you.

[answering machine beeps]

[glass shattering]

[creaking]

[gasps in fear]

[gasping in fear]

[shushing]

How does it feel to be one of us?

Elliot, no.

Do you feel it? Do you feel the change begin?

No.

[distorted voices whispering]

No!

[dog barking]

My God, Rachel, are you all right?

No, I'm not.

Elliot Black came back to my house.

He tried to attack me again.

Did you call the police?

I just ran out as quickly as I could and I came here.

I'll call them.

In the meantime, Nick can go to your house and take a look around.

-Got it. -No, wait.

I'm gonna come with you.

Do you think that's a good idea?

Yeah, 'cause... I mean, Elliot could've left a sign there

that would only be significant to me.

It's doubtful Elliot's going to be there.

All right.

I'll check out Elliot's place.

What, do you think that's a good idea?

We need some answers.

[sighs]

We checked every room in this house.

You sure you heard him break in through a window?

Yes, Nick, I'm sure.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

What, you think I imagined this?

I suppose I imagined breaking the vase, too.

-Rachel, you're tired-- -And stressed.

Look, I know what I am. I don't need you telling me.

He's probably far away from here by now.

Well, hopefully, somewhere around the Mexican border.

The electricity must be out.

Hello.

Looks pretty normal.

[Derek] Looks can be deceiving.

[Alex] His mother?

Probably.

[Alex] Hmm.

Look at this.

[objects clattering]

Where do you think that goes?

Probably the basement.

Are you game?

We've come this far.

[Alex] His bedroom's down here? Creepy.

The lights do work.

What are you doing here?

Elliot.

[Alex] Elliot, we're here to help you.

Nobody can help me. Don't you understand?

Elliot...

my name is Derek Rayne. I'm an associate--

I don't care.

Get back, or she dies.

Elliot, listen to me.

We're only here to see if you're all right.

Now, we are friends of Rachel Corrigan.

Why won't that bitch leave me alone?

Easy, Elliot, easy.

If you want her to leave you alone,

why did you go to her house tonight?

-Her house? I was there? -Yes.

She says you were.

-My God, I thought I could stop it but I can't. -[Alex exclaims]

Alex, come here.

Okay, Elliot, everything's going to be all right.

No, everything's not gonna be all right.

Unless, I make it that way.

No. Elliot, it's not the answer.

It's the only answer.

No! Oh, my God!

Call 911.

[distorted voices whispering]

Alex filled me in on what happened. Pretty hairy.

Yeah, I've seen a lot of frightening things

but this is something I'll never forget.

Look, you never should've taken her out there, okay?

It's crazy. Alex could've been killed.

Sometimes we take risks to help the people we love.

Oh, look. You prick.

You were grandstanding, Derek.

So from now on, please,

please, let's just use the police, okay?

[thunder rumbles]

Did Elliot say anything to you before he...

Yeah, he said that

no one could help him, this is the only way to stop it.

Do you know what he was talking about, Rachel?

Elliot Black was a very disturbed young man.

He was a wreck. We tried to get through to him but...

I tried to get through to him, Derek.

I tried to get through to him on a professional level

but there was no getting through to him, okay?

I really don't see the point of analyzing Elliot now, do you?

No, I suppose not.

And it's safe for me to go home.

Well, it's late and I thought you were going to stay here

and go back in the morning.

I'll sleep better.

Oh. Well, okay, then,

'cause, after all, it's all about you, isn't it, Derek?

I don't think he meant it that way, Rachel.

Oh, right.

Well, I'll be a good girl, go to my room.

Night.

[distorted voices] Rachel, they're watching you.

[man grunting in pain]

[voices continue indistinctly]

[Alex] Are you looking for anything in particular here?

Well, the last couple of days I've been going through our inventory

and I realized we've got a lot of artifacts

-that we know nothing about. -Hmm.

Oh, I see. You thought this would be a good opportunity

for phase two of our testing.

You are gifted, you read my mind.

This was found near a dig site in China.

It's pretty.

[exhales heavily]

I'm not seeing anything.

[Alex sighs exasperatedly]

We can't force the sight to happen.

Come on, where's that never-say-die attitude

I know you have. One more?

All right.

One silver necklace, origin unknown.

I saw a little girl,

sitting on a park bench.

And a man came up and gave her this.

So this is everything you could find on this guy?

[Nick] Well, he was only 17.

No police record. Not a lot of history to explore.

Oh, hi, Rachel.

Are you leaving?

Very observant.

What are you guys doing?

We did a background check on Elliot,

trying to find out what made him go off like that.

Derek, the kid is dead.

Why don't you let him rot in peace?

You want some company?

-I'm fine. -[Derek] Are you sure?

What is with you guys?

We're just worried about you.

Well, don't be.

Hey, I've been looking all over for you.

Just doing a bit of research.

I've been giving that vision some more thought.

And?

That little girl,

it was you, wasn't it?

[sighs]

I'm sorry, I should've told you.

The cross was my father's,

he gave it to me when I was seven.

So all of this testing of the sight?

I had to try.

Why didn't you just ask me?

[sighs]

Because I was silly,

because I didn't want to run the risk that you were gonna say no.

You have to understand, Alex, I'm at a dead end.

Okay, what else do you have of his?

Bummer.

Frances, what do you make of this tattoo here?

That's not a tattoo, it's a bruise.

That hematoma is clot of blood, it's not ink.

Is it strange for a bruise to have such a definite shape?

No, we see things like that all the time.

We had one corpse in here with a bruise on his hip

that either looked like George Washington or Barbara Bush.

The staff could never agree on which.

Sorry, just a little morgue humor.

Have you seen anything recently that might resemble this?

No. A couple of weeks ago, we had a woman who...

Hang on, I'll get the file.

Look closer here at the center.

It looks like a puncture.

Is it similar to Rachel's wound?

It's close

but hers didn't have the same discoloration.

At least, not yet.

[door opens]

[Frances] Here you go.

Female, Caucasian.

Carla Simpson.

You said her name was Carla Simpson?

That's right.

But I recognize her

from a photo at Elliot's house.

This is his mother.

Derek is always doing this. I mean, he is always in my face,

always delving into my personal life like it was some kinda business of his.

Maybe, it's just his way of being protective.

You think so?

[voices whispering]

No.

No, it's his way of trying to control me.

I don't live at the house,

he can't keep track of my every move.

So it drives him nuts.

You think Derek keeps a very close watch

over Nick and Alex?

They can't spit without him knowing about it.

There are cameras all over that house.

Cameras everywhere and they're not for security.

Believe me, Derek has got

his own personal little library going on.

A little collection of compromising videos of everybody.

Me, Nick, Alex.

[sniggers] Oh, yeah.

It's a really good way to keep the staff in order, wouldn't you say?

Rachel...

don't you think you might be a little, uh...

paranoid?

Very nice.

You're taking his side now?

What's the deal? He's got you on his payroll?

-Rachel, don't be ridiculous. -Ridiculous!

Ridiculous is not what you think I am. Ridiculous!

[voice whispering] Ridiculous.

I thought we had some professional respect going on here.

Of course, we do. I'm only trying to help.

"Help me." Everybody wants to help me.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

[voices whispering] Rachel.

[gasps]

-Gerald... -Hmm?

What's behind here?

Nothing.

What do you mean?

I mean, are there people watching me?

Rachel, why don't you come sit down?

[yelling] Why don't you answer my question?

Who is watching me!

It's all right, Rachel.

Get off of me.

[distorted voice] They're watching you.

This is everything that I have of my father's.

It was sent to me from Istanbul.

The last place he was seen before he disappeared.

Oh!

I remember, I bought him this shirt for his birthday one year.

It still smells like him.

Listen, I don't want you to get your hopes up, okay?

No, I won't.

This looks interesting.

[Kristin] Yeah, it came with the rest of this.

Alex?

[man exclaiming in pain]

Alex, what is it?

Alex, what do you see?

[grunting]

[gasps]

Alex, what did you see?

There was a struggle...

Somebody was stabbed. I think he was killed.

What did he look like?

I don't know. I couldn't make out the faces.

It was all so vague.

So if you're right, my father is either a murderer or he is dead?

Look, Kristin, I'm sorry.

No, this sight's not always 100% right, is it?

I could be easily wrong. Easily.

But do you think you are?

No.

He seems like a pretty normal kid.

Strange.

[screaming]

[maniacal laughter]

Wonderful sense of humor.

The secret life of Elliot Black.

Wally Cleaver by day, Marilyn Manson by night.

It looks like a casing of a pick.

Probably the one he used on Rachel.

Amazing what $57 can buy at a pawnshop.

[Nick] Can you read that?

It's a form of Latin.

I believe it means infection.

"Passing along the infection."

Great. A chain letter from hell.

"The infection frees your inner demons,

twisting your fears until they feed on you

and destroy you."

This one means baptism. Cleansing the body.

Leaving the demons no place to hide.

So Elliot gets ahold of this thing,

stakes his mother, stakes himself,

she goes over the edge and kills herself.

Elliot is sent to Rachel.

He's already starting to hear the demons in his head.

And before he dies, he infects her, too.

It's only a matter of time before she completely snaps.

And maybe takes a few people with her.

[rustling, thudding]

Oh...

I didn't know you were back.

Rachel.

I was really hoping you'd come.

Well, I'm here.

Do you want to talk?

Sure, Alex.

Let's talk.

You always like to talk, don't you?

You all right?

You're so concerned about me,

and my little girl.

-You dare... -[Alex gasps]

You always want to meddle in my life, don't you?

Trying to get inside my head.

You never know when to let it go, Alex,

you never know when to leave it alone.

[choking] Rachel.

[exclaims in pain]

[distorted voice] You must infect her.

You must infect her.

Time for you to join the club.

[Kristin] Alex?

Alex, are you up here?

I'll be back.

I can't get a signal.

Keep trying.

[dialing]

Alex.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Kristin, is Rachel there?

I haven't seen her. Why?

We think she might somehow be infected.

Infected? How?

It's a long story.

If you hear from her, call us.

And be careful, she might be dangerous.

Dangerous? In what way?

[Kristin exclaims]

[grunting]

Kristin!

She's in trouble, I think Rachel might be with her.

[distorted voice] You must infect her. Infect her.

[Rachel] Kristin?

Kristin!

You in here?

Kristin...

I need to talk to you.

I don't understand. Are you hiding?

Kristin.

Sure didn't mean to scare you.

I was really hoping that we could

get to know each other a little bit.

Get to be friends.

[rattling]

I was just hoping to spend a little time with you.

[thunder crashes]

-[Rachel exclaims] -[Kristin yelps]

Okay.

No!

Bitch.

Alex.

Alex, wake up. Alex.

What are you gonna do, Rachel?

You're gonna kill both of us?

That's smart, Kristin.

You're so smart and so pretty.

Pretty and smart.

Go to the head of the class, little girl.

[both grunting]

[both grunting]

No.

Nick, no!

No, Nick! No!

Alex, go to the tub. We need to submerse her.

-Right. -I need a cross.

-Here's this... Will this do? -Yeah, I hope so.

[Rachel] No, Nick, no!

[screaming] Oh, no!

-[Derek] Do it. -No!

No, Nick, no!

[Derek] Now, Nick!

No! Nick, no.

Please, just stop it. Don't kill me. Just don't kill me... It's Derek!

Now, Nick. Do it!

Rachel Corrigan,

I baptize thee in the name of the Father,

of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Receive this cross and keep thy baptism, so as to be without blame.

There.

Derek.

[yelling]

[Derek] It's all right. You're going to be all right.

[Rachel]I really wish I could take back the things I did

and said.

But those events are in the past.

At least I can find comfort in the fact

that I've confronted my demons

and put them to rest.

[theme music playing]