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[siren wailing]

[man 1 screaming] No!

[man 2] Daniel!

Leave me alone!

[man 2] You can't hide!

Your time has come!

[grunts]

Daniel!

[grunts and groans]

Daniel Walken!

What do you want?

You.

Please, don't kill me!

Someone told me to do it!

I was just taking somebody else's advice!

[groans in pain]

It wasn't my fault!

It was Starr's fault.

[groans]

Aah...

Starr...

[woman] So, you are the Jeffrey Starr.

The one that makes predictions that actually come true.

I'm him.

That's me.

Psychic predictions, guidance.

The unknowable made known.

Well, then, I guess I came to the right place.

Mr. Starr, my name is Mary Johnson.

Of course, it is.

And you need my help with...

Psychic guidance, I guess.

I've been having these recurring dreams that I don't really understand.

For a while, I even thought about seeing a shrink.

[Starr] Hmm.

Psychiatrists only see what's on your mind, Mary.

We want to delve deeper than that. We want to see what's in your soul.

[whirring]

Take my hand.

Both.

Contact.

[gun cocking]

-[gunshot] -[gasps]

Are you all right?

Uh... Yeah. I'm fine. I... [clears throat]

I just jumped in a little bit fast. I got a bit of a shock.

Well, what did you see?

I'm not sure. I...

saw an older man.

He was holding a gun.

He was trying to kill himself.

Um... [clears throat] Does this mean anything to you?

No.

Let's...

Let's try it again. See what else we can unearth.

[gunshot]

Starr.

-[gunshot] -Oh, my God.

He's killed himself. He's dead.

Jeffrey!

It's all right. I've dealt with this sort of thing before!

-What is it? -Just stay behind me!

[grunts]

[screams]

On second thought, don't get behind me.

[man] Jeffrey Starr!

[panting]

Are you okay?

-I think so. -Good.

'Cause I'm not.

Oh! Boy...

[whimpers]

[theme music playing]

[Alex] So, we heard you were back in town. [Derek] Yeah, Jeffrey Starr.

[Derek] First, we didn't want to believe it, but here you are,

back to your old tricks.

No tricks. I'm scared out of my wits.

[Derek] We warned you, didn't we?

I'm so disappointed in you, Jeffrey.

I thought you learned something by now,

that you can't play around with the gift of sight just to make money.

"Gift"? Some gift.

I didn't ask for this ability, you know.

You know what happened.

None of us asked for our abilities.

But we respect them.

Please, this is not a prophetic vision

I am seeing.

This is some kind of...

God knows what.

Jeffrey Starr!

I thought you'd taken your little crystal balls and gone off to Vegas.

I did. But they strongly suggested that I relocate.

[chuckles] Trying to beat the odds at the blackjack table?

This isn't funny. Something from hell wants a piece of me.

Well, tell it to take a number, and get in line.

Oh. Come on, Nick, guys, you can help me, I know you can.

Look, I know the last time we got involved,

things got kind of weird, and I already owe you big time.

And you promised to go straight

and get out of the psychic business.

I did. Well, at least, I tried to.

Look, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll shut down the 900-number.

Just let me keep the website.

Website? I mean, come on, Jeffrey.

I gotta have some kind of cash-flow happening.

Have you considered the possibility of a real job?

Look who's talking.

It's not like I can pick up the Yellow Pages and call someone else.

Come on. Say you'll do it, huh?

For the sheer professional challenge of it.

Forget about me. Please?

Stop your seances now,

and there's a chance this spirit will leave you in peace.

Whoa.

That's it?

You're just gonna let me die?

I'm sorry, Jeffrey,

but as long as you continue, in spite of our warnings,

I don't see how we can help you.

Okay, hang on, Jeffrey.

It's okay, Alex, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

Yeah, well, I doubt that.

Listen, you have the sight,

but if you keep using it as a meal ticket,

you're bound to get in trouble.

Now, for your own sake, you've got to stop.

I think it's too late, Alex. This thing's really got my number.

It called me by name.

Okay, well, I might be able to help,

if you promise to close up shop for good.

No new clients?

No new clients. And you'll discharge the old ones.

Plus, you'll give me the files of all your customers.

All right.

I'll make you a deal.

You can have the files if you come tonight and pick 'em up.

See if that ghost comes back again.

You're having another seance?

A seance, it sounds so 1890s.

It's a counseling session.

Psychic therapy for the mind and spirit.

Coming from you, that's really scary.

I thought that psychics usually worked alone.

Yeah, well, Jeffrey's a slightly unique case.

Just pretend I'm not here.

I'm ready.

Here we go.

Contact.

I see flowers.

Wait a minute.

Roses.

You're holding white roses and wearing a party dress.

[heart beating]

Jeffrey.

[grunts]

Jeffrey, come out of it.

[groans]

-Come on, let her go. -Jeffrey, please.

You're hurting me.

[grunts]

What is it? What did you see?

The man with the gun.

No!

Ah!

[glass shaking]

[trembling]

[man] Jeffrey Starr!

[screams]

[gasps]

Are you all right?

Does it look like it?

Didn't I tell you, Alex?

It's okay. It's okay.

-I'm in big trouble. -Okay.

Even with his true ability, he's still using his stage props.

Yeah, but he didn't stage what I saw. It was the real thing.

And it called him by name.

Well, I think this time, he probably summoned more trouble

-than he could possibly handle alone. -Hmm.

What's her involvement?

Her name's Mary Johnson.

She came to Jeffrey for a psychic counseling.

Something about recurring dreams.

She hardly seems his type.

What's his type?

Gullible.

[chuckles]

-Miss Johnson. -Yeah?

I'm Derek Rayne.

I'm an old, um... acquaintance of Mr. Starr.

Are you all right?

Well, I've had better nights.

You might want to consider keeping your distance from Mr. Starr.

At least, while this goes on.

Well, how could I?

I mean, Jeffrey's trying to help me.

And besides, I don't scare easily.

Is that so? Well, I hope not, because it may get worse,

before it gets better.

And he will tell you that we have experience in these matters.

-Right, Jeffrey? -Yes.

-Can I talk to you for a moment? -Okay.

Do you have to gloat, Derek? You know, it doesn't suit you.

If you permit me, I so rarely get a chance to say it, but--

-You told me so. -Repeatedly.

From what Alex has said, you've really done it this time.

Yeah, but you can help me now, right?

Well, what are you gonna use? Some kind of incantation,

-some psychic armor, what? -[scoffs]

Well, actually, I was thinking of going to bed and getting some sleep.

You're killing me here, Derek.

Come on, I gave Alex all of my files. What else do you want me to do?

Besides swearing off your psychic practices,

absolutely nothing.

Until we tell you to.

[Nick] Well, I went through his files

and found out that Jeffrey's been a very busy boy,

and surprisingly meticulous.

He has to be, in order to make his seances as convincing as possible.

He needs to find details of people's lives.

This last one doesn't sound like a hoax.

No. And Alex said the entity who attacked him called him by name.

Great. A dead, dissatisfied customer.

Perhaps, but according to these files,

all his previous clients are alive.

Well, he's got some heavy hitters on his roster.

Not to name-drop, but...

Wow, you'd think a man worth that much money would know better.

Go figure.

Jeffrey's been guiding his clients into some pretty major career decisions.

How's his track record?

Surprisingly good, except there's one big loser here.

Daniel Walken. He was that Wall Street sleaze.

He was involved in that insider trading thing two years back.

[smirks] Imagine, Jeffrey Starr consorting with a man charged with fraud.

-[Nick] Boggles the mind, doesn't it? -Yeah.

I remember the trial. Walken got off scot-free.

He's been laying low ever since.

Well, still, it's possible he might bear a grudge against Jeffrey.

Well, I have his current address. Maybe I'll see what I can see.

-Hmm. -Where's Alex?

Trying to convince this Mary Johnson to stay away from Jeffrey.

I suppose I have to check in with Mr. Starr himself.

So, what exactly was your association with Mr. Walken?

I was a consultant.

-Yeah? -Briefly. Yeah.

He only came to me once or twice.

Half a dozen times.

Maybe more.

But the point is, Derek, this happened all years ago.

So, this all happened before you had the sight?

Yeah.

You scammed him.

The guy came to me. He was seeking spiritual guidance.

"Spiritual guidance"?

Yeah. All right.

He was looking for financial advice,

from, how shall I put it,

men who no longer needed the Midas Touch. [chuckles]

Gee...

You pretended to channel dead millionaires for him.

Do you have to make it sound so crass?

All I did was set the stage for him.

Let me tell you something, this guy needed no encouragement.

He did all the yapping.

To whom did he yap, if I may ask?

You know, wealthy gents from the pages of history.

Look, I felt sorry for the man.

All his friends had abandoned him.

He bankrupted everyone he knew.

Daniel Walken had no friends.

Except me.

Okay, so technically speaking, he had no friends.

Look, I never picked any investments for the guy.

Kept it all very general.

And I never made a nickel off of any of his scams.

No. All you did in your own roundabout way,

was to inspire them.

[Mary]I don't understand what you have against him.

I hate to disappoint you, but he isn't all he says he is.

You mean, he's not really psychic?

Oh. He is definitely psychic.

In fact, he has a remarkable gift.

It's just that he's misusing it.

By trying to help me? How is that misusing it?

Because he hasn't been completely honest all the time.

I know that he advised some very important people.

Are you saying he lied to them?

All I'm saying is that he has caused a lot of people pain.

Mary, you were there. You saw what happened.

I just think it would be safer if you stayed away from him.

As long as I think that he can help me,

I'm gonna keep seeing him.

[knocking at door]

-Hi. -Hi.

Can I come in?

That might not be a very good idea.

Well, with, you know, what's been going on.

But we're not finished.

Please.

You can't leave me now.

No, I can't, can I?

Come on in.

Listen, in case my unwanted guest comes back again.

Well, if it does, isn't that going to make it harder for you to get out?

You have a good point.

Okay. So, what's on your mind?

No, wait, I should be able to do this.

Uh...

Mm...

You are contemplating the purchase of a major appliance.

I see you making a choice between avocado green and harvest gold. Mm?

[chuckles]

No, Jeffrey.

Actually, I came because...

Well, I wasn't entirely honest with you about why I came in the first place.

Your dreams weren't...

No, those are real enough.

It's just that I need money,

and I heard that you're really good at that sort of thing.

Ooh, Mary, Mary...

I'd love to help you.

But the truth is, you know, as far as money's concerned,

I do more harm than good.

But dreams, you know, dreams, maybe I can be of some use.

If you'll let me.

Well, I saw that coming.

I didn't.

[man] You must have some friends in high places

to get this kind of access, Mr. Boyle.

I mean, the coroner just finished this morning.

What's the name of the group you represent?

The Luna Foundation.

Oh. The aerospace industry. Must be exciting.

Well, it has its moments.

Seems strange that they put the place on the market

so soon after the guy died.

Seems Mr. Walken's estate

had some heavy debts they needed to cover in a hurry.

I'm not surprised.

Mind if I have a look around?

You said that the maid discovered his body yesterday morning?

Any idea how he died?

They said he had a heart attack.

"Said"?

What do you think?

The maid said she's heard him in his office late at night,

talking to himself.

Said he's been going on about spooks.

"Spooks"? What, do you mean like ghosts?

She's been working for him for a lot of years.

Said she's never seen him so worked up, or so terrified.

If you ask me, I think he went nuts.

Thanks.

[man] Mary!

Mary.

You couldn't wait, could you, Father?

You went to him again.

You went to see Starr.

Yes.

Then what are you waiting for? He's the one.

Maybe, Father. I'm not sure.

Starr is guilty!

He's the one who destroyed me.

Walken admitted it.

I know Walken was guilty.

But Jeffrey Starr, I don't know.

You promised to help me find the guilty ones.

And you promised to wait until I was certain.

That was the bargain we made.

I need more time.

I have to know that he is the one responsible.

I can't have an innocent person die.

And I can't find peace until the ones that betrayed me are dead.

One more day...

then he dies.

If Walken's dead, it could be his spirit that's torturing Jeffrey.

[Nick]Maybe. There were no witnesses,

but, apparently, Walken had visitors

from beyond the grave before he died.

In which case, he might have been a victim.

Well, his maid seemed to think that he was being haunted.

I don't suppose there's any way you could check out

some of his personal effects, huh?

What did you have in mind?

What? A personal correspondence or something?

[Derek] We think it's possibleWalken knew who his ghost was.

[Nick] You may want to look into somebody named Evan,

and see how he figured in Walken's life.

Evan.

[keyboard clacking]

[beeps]

Okay. Evan Brookshire. Well, it looks like he and Daniel

were involved in a deal that majorly fell through about two years ago.

Huh. Brookshire lost millions.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Well, the difference is, Brookshire was totally wiped out.

He died the following year.

His death was ruled a suicide.

Sounds like this Brookshire had a good reason to hate Walken.

Yeah.

I'll look in to see whether Walken had any other visitors before he died.

The live persuasion.

All right.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Evan Brookshire, Daniel Walken?

And Jeffrey Starr.

Right in the middle.

[clicks]

[whimpers]

Aah!

[gasps]

[Brookshire] Jeffrey Starr!

Jeffrey Starr!

You must pay, Jeffrey Starr!

Pay for what?

Ah! No! Not again!

[screams]

[Brookshire] One...

more...

day...

Jeffrey Starr!

[whimpers]

Oh, God!

[yelps]

Did I catch you in a bad time?

I never did anything, I swear.

No session, no seance, no sight, nada.

I was sleeping and it showed up.

Was this entity familiar in any way?

Familiar, what do you think?

I make a habit of hanging out with these things?

Well, I believe the name of this thing is Evan Brookshire.

So, why's he after me? I never even met the guy.

You helped Walken, right?

Well, Walken set up a deal with Brookshire

based on your advice, or should I say,

based on some dead millionaire's advice.

Anyway, Brookshire lost his fortune and committed suicide.

So, this thing, Brookshire, whatever,

why doesn't he go after Walken?

I believe he did.

Daniel Walken died two nights ago.

Apparently, after a visit by Brookshire's ghost.

Okay, you gotta help me square things with this guy.

You've dealt with these people before.

And I use the word "people" in the loosest possible sense, of course.

You could mediate.

Well, I don't know, Jeffrey.

Sometimes, I believe we shouldn't meddle.

Don't tell me you don't meddle, Derek. You guys, you live to meddle, huh.

Let me ask you a question.

You saw yourself dead, right?

Yeah.

Now, how reliable have your predictions been since you acquired the sight?

Okay, Derek, you're scaring me now.

Come on, please, don't let me die.

Can you live with my death? Because I can't.

Well... we'll try to save you.

But based on your own visions, I'm not sure if we can.

[Nick] What about the security system in the building?

People breaking in at all?

Not much chance of that.

Mr. Walken had a state-of-the-art surveillance system.

Video monitors on every entrance.

Wise precaution.

[telephone ringing]

-Would you excuse me? -Sure.

Yeah, the guy from the Luna Foundation is just finishing up.

Okay. I'll walk up and join...

Sure. You bet.

Bingo.

Talk to you tomorrow.

[Starr] I'm not digging this sight thing, you know.

I get impressions from total strangers.

I can't stay in hotels because of the leftover vibe off the bed.

I can't maintain a relationship with a woman

because I see through the lies.

Yours or theirs?

You're enjoying this way too much, Derek.

You know what it's like to have your butt slammed against your own ceiling?

I'm trying to imagine it.

You're all heart.

The only thing I'm hoping is that this doesn't put the whammy on Mary.

Poor kid. She's got enough problems.

But she keeps coming back to you, doesn't she?

Is that so hard to understand, hmm?

You know, maybe she sees my redeeming qualities.

Maybe. Now, I assume you had her past checked out for your seances?

I hate that word. They are not seances.

Okay, Jeffrey, what did you find?

Not much.

To tell you the truth, I couldn't find anything on her.

What about the visions you received from her?

They don't make any sense.

One time, we hook up, I see her with roses.

Other times, I see a guy feeding himself a bullet.

Mostly...

I get a lot of pain coming through.

I want you and Mary to finish what you've begun. Here.

Today. The way you normally would.

You mean, like a counseling session? You want me to do one?

Yes. With Alex observing.

Wait... What...

What if you-know-who comes back again?

Well, actually, I'm rather hoping he will.

Why do you hate me, Derek?

How thoughtful. You even brought my seance table.

[mumbles]

Contact.

[gasps]

[gasp]

[gasping]

Jeffrey. Jeffrey, come on, it's okay.

You're okay. Breathe.

Jeffrey, tell me what you saw.

Me. I was dead.

I'm telling you. I'm gonna die for sure.

[Alex] It's okay. It's okay.

Aside from Daniel Walken, this is Jeffrey's only losing client.

Not in a direct sense.

Brookshire never met Jeffrey face-to-face,

but he got caught up in a deal with Walken.

Maybe he wasn't the only one.

Walken had one visitor, the last few nights before he died.

Mary Johnson.

See the surveillance tapes.

She stopped by on two occasions,

and the timecode indicates that she didn't stay for very long.

Just long enough for tea and sympathy.

Yeah, and it also seems the visitations occurred just after she stopped in.

Isn't it odd that wherever Mary goes, this ghost seems to show up?

Speaking of odd, how is our boy, Jeffrey? Still ticking?

Yeah. Barely.

He keeps having visions of his own death,

and I'm afraid if we keep pushing him this hard, he may just die.

As little as I admire him, I wouldn't want that on my conscience.

Yeah. Well, at least, there's no sign of his visitor this time.

Oh. We don't have to wait long.

He gave Jeffrey one day to live.

Oh. There's another thing he got from Mary. Something new.

An address, 677 Larchmont.

Maybe we should check it out.

Alex, I want you to find out whatever you can about this Evan Brookshire.

And I think we should try to convince Jeffrey and Mary to stay for the night.

We have less than 24 hours to save his life.

Derek, I couldn't find anything on Mary Johnson.

Did you know Evan Brookshire had a daughter?

Well, that's just what I was about to tell you.

There are no details to speak of. The family was pretty publicity shy.

But the daughter's name is Mary.

And what about his widow? Did you manage to locate her?

It's the same address that Jeffrey saw. 677 Larchmont.

She was such an unhappy child.

She just couldn't handle everything that she had.

She got wild and out of control.

Almost makes me glad that Evan lost it all.

Have you seen her lately, Mrs. Brookshire?

No.

She disappeared shortly after Evan's death.

It was a great shock.

Is she in any trouble?

No. Not necessarily.

She just may be a key piece in a puzzle we're trying to solve.

I'm sorry.

Guess I haven't helped you that much, have I?

-You tried. -Yeah, for all the good it did.

-Jeffrey, I need to know something. -Hmm-mm.

Did you get any other impressions from me during our sessions?

Just that place. The one with the address.

Nothing else about the man with the gun? Flowers?

I am sorry.

You know, if there was anything else

I could tell you, I would, believe me.

Jeffrey, is it true that you gave advice to a man named Daniel Walken?

Derek told you, huh?

Yeah, it's true.

Walken came to me. That's why I'm in this mess.

You know, I got to get a couple of Aspirins.

This whole thing's given me a headache like you wouldn't believe.

Don't worry about me, all right.

[Brookshire] Mary...

Mary.

Mary.

It's time.

Father, please.

The truth, Mary. You promised me.

I've waited long enough.

Jeffrey Starr was the one. He gave the advice to Walken.

Then he will die.

[Mrs. Brookshire] My husband took his own life, you know.

I know. I'm sorry.

Mary had been gone for a long time.

And the day that she came back...

she walked in on Evan...

[sniffles]

Shock, they called it, you know.

She said that she had seen Evan after his death.

That she had even spoken to him.

So, I tried to get her treatment, but she refused.

And then, she just stopped coming by.

She must have loved her father very much.

She worshipped him.

Or, at least, the man that she thought he was.

The imaginary father who was too busy making as mark in his life

to spend time with her.

Did you know anything about your husband's dealings

with Daniel Walken?

Not entirely.

Mr. Walken had given him the opportunity to become incredibly wealthy.

And he said it was a sure thing.

So, my husband gave into his avarice.

-Did your daughter know this? -Oh. No.

My husband was very good at covering the details.

[sniffles] I didn't even find out till after his death.

And, Mary...

She wouldn't listen to me anyway.

Daniel Walken's dead, Mrs. Brookshire.

Good.

Brookshire wasn't the innocent lamb being led to slaughter.

Walken dangled the bait in front of him,

easy money, and Brookshire went for it.

Mary still believes he was a victim. I'm on my way.

I can't believe she really wants Jeffrey dead.

Her wishes may not matter anymore.

And Brookshire won't rest until he has his revenge.

Why? I don't understand. Why do you want me to leave?

-Because it's safer. -Safer?

Wait. What is going on here?

Don't ask questions. Just go before it's too late.

Too late?

Oh, no! Not again!

Mary, get back!

Please, don't hurt him.

What? You know this thing.

It is time, Jeffrey Starr.

It is time for you to pay!

[groans]

[screams]

Help me!

Jeffrey!

[yells]

Call him off, Mary. Call off your father!

I can't! Jeffrey helped Daniel Walken.

Jeffrey was being used by Walken.

Your father made a choice willingly.

What does she mean?

She's lying!

[screams]

Ah!

[Brookshire] I lost everything!

Because of Starr!

[screams]

Save me!

Brookshire, you made a deal with Walken!

You knew what you were doing all along!

Did you tell that to Mary?

Father, is this true?

He still has to pay!

[Alex] For your mistakes?

You shattered your life!

You shattered your family's life and Jeffrey has to pay!

It was Walken!

No! It was your own greed!

You have to face up to that!

Father, I did this to help you.

Because they destroyed the father I loved.

No, Mary.

And I was wrong.

He was destroyed a long time ago.

Let Jeffrey go.

[groans]

Forgive me.

Not until you release him.

And you leave us forever.

Forgive me.

Aah!

Help! I could use a little help up here!

Okay. All right. Come on.

-Up. -Okay.

[Alex] Oh, my God...

[coughs]

I nearly killed him.

No. Evan did that.

He's gone. We're done, right?

Yeah. You're done with everything.

I think it's a good idea that you start looking for a new line of work.

Oh. Yeah. Maybe you got an opening here, huh?

-No. -No.

-Maybe not. -Probably not.

[Starr] Did Mary happen to call this morning?

[Alex] Yes. I told her you'd stop by to see her.

Thanks, guys.

Looks like you pulled my fat out of the fire, again.

-For the last time, right? -Yeah.

No more meddling. No more communing with the dead.

Done. No more psychic counseling.

Or seances.

Gone. Finito. I am moving on.

Well, I'm glad to hear that. You have a lot to learn about your gift.

And we could help you, if you'd honestly let us.

Well, I appreciate that. I really do.

Especially coming from you.

But I've never been much of a team player.

I think it's kind of late for me to start now.

Yeah, and that whole honesty thing, I have to work on that a little.

We expect not to hear from you.

[Alex]The ability we call "the sight" gives us unique powers.

And with those powers, an obligation to use it responsibly

with wisdom and restraint.

Because we touch so many people's lives in ways we could never really know,

no matter how clear our vision of things might seem.

[theme music playing]