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Why wasn't I notified?

What time was he brought in?

3 .45 this morning. The night nurse
didn't want to bother you. I don't care

the hour is. I must supervise the intake
of all patients before any sedation is

administered. Is that clear?

Yes, doctor. It won't happen again.

Demon!

There are demons walking amongst us.

Everywhere.

You.

Well, you're one too.

I know, Thelma. Go back to your room.

There's a good girl.

That's him.

Poor soul.

What was his status when he arrived?

Stunned from a serious fall, though, he
showed no signs of physical injuries.

Took out two of our orderlies before we
could get him into the jacket, and even

then he had to be sedated.

He insisted we were all demons out to
get him.

Well, he fits the profile.

You let me know the moment he's lucid.
Yes, Doctor.

are terribly bad.

I knew it would come to this one day.

An oath sworn is an oath answered.

An oath of vengeance for a life taken. A
past destroyed.

A future threatened.

Enemy of darkness.

His battle eternal.

He walks the earth relentless.

His mission.

To hunt the messengers of evil and drive
them back to hell.

Now, the light of the earth depends on
the immortal.

Don't tell me what to do, Goodwin. I'm
as worried about him as you are. This

isn't a contest, Daryl. One of us has to
stay here in case Braith gets back.

We'll leave him a note.

If he gets back when we're out looking
for him, he can call us on the cell.

You're really worried about him this
time, aren't you?

What is it?

Guess you could call it like a sixth
sense.

Like how you feel when he's in trouble?

Yeah, something like that.

And? And he's in over his head this
time.

That's why I've got that sick feeling in
my gut. And no, it's not the four chili

dogs I had for dinner.

I can't help but think... Go ahead and
say it.

That if you'd have been with us, this
might not have happened. There is safety

in numbers, you know.

If this is as bad as you think, we have
to stick together.

Fine, you got five minutes.

Thank you.

Rafe, buddy, I hope you're okay.

I must say, that new jacket suits you
rather well, old friend.

Though, of course, I'd prefer Armani
myself.

But then what can you expect when you
buy off the rack?

What was that?

You don't recognize me?

Your brains really are scrambled, aren't
they?

Marlos. At your service, dude.

Or at your throat or at your neck.

Whatever the circumstances take.

Show yourself.

And how are we today?

We both know what you're up to, demon.

Is that so?

Do you know who you are?

Hmm? How you got here?

What is this place?

My clinic.

Think of it as your sanctuary.

You'll be safe here.

My name is Dr. Victor Chambers.

Well, you'll excuse me if we don't shake
hands.

A sense of humor.

Excellent.

What do you want with me, demon?

You believe I am a demon.

Your head games won't work with me. I
see.

Well, you're not alone, Mr... We both
know who I am. Do we?

Let me tell you a little about this
place.

I've made a study of subjects such as
yourself.

In fact, this entire clinic is dedicated
to helping patients.

such as yourself, who believe this world
is overrun with demonic forces.

They're called Tebalon.

Yes, I've read about that theory.

Tebalon is an ancient term for people
who can peer into the demonic realm.

Do you consider yourself to be one of
these?

No, I don't. Then what are you? An
immortal, but you already knew that.

Oh, I see.

And immortal.

As in... Unstoppable?

Divinely empowered?

I don't know what you're up to yet. But
when I find out, your boss is going to

send you back to the bullpen. And my
boss would be... Lucifer!

The Prince of Darkness.

Oh, don't hurt him.

It's all right.

As soon as I get out of here, I'm
sending you back to hell.

But you know that.

You can give him his meds now.

We'll chat again later when you're
feeling more, um, amenable.

Think, Goodwin.

What's the last thing you remember
before you lost track of Rafe? We came

looking for this homeless guy Rafe
thought was a Teblon.

I thought they were a myth.

Why didn't you tell me?

Rafe wanted to check it out first.

Besides, they're very skittish. It's
like catching a greased pig.

Why do I have the feeling you've tried
that?

Have you ever actually met a Teblon?

Well, only a handful over the last three
centuries or so.

Back in the day, they were burned as
heretics, and nowadays they're generally

considered mentally ill.

The irony is that as soon as they
connect with the demon realm, they go

anyways.

There's nothing they can do to control
it. No, it's like those people who pick

up radio signals in their teeth. One day
they get AMFM in their head and they

can't get rid of it.

That must be... Maddening.

Yeah. But for the few who can deal with
it, they hear what's going down in the

demon world. Not a pretty picture.

Well, I don't doubt it.

But it could be very youthful to have.

Back off, pal. Easy, friend. I mean no
harm.

Stockbrokers are short -selling that new
internet stock.

The company will be bankrupt.

Damn them!

Ouch!

That's gonna hurt.

They're not really stockbrokers, though,
are they?

We both know who they really are.

We both know who they really are.

Demon? Yes! Yes! You believe me!

Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah, we believe you,
we believe you, we believe you.

You're with the, uh, immortal, aren't
you?

That's right.

He might, he might, you might be the
Tebalon that Raphael was looking for.

The immortal, the fair one.

That I am.

Tebalon, you can call me Lester.

Lester Dash.

The junkies! The junkies!

Monsters! All of them!

Raphael, the immortal.

Do you know where he is?

Is he okay?

Once upon a time, I had a normal life,
you know. Lovely wife named Stephanie.

Had a nice job at the post office.

What are you looking at?

Happens all the time.

Used to live in a nice condo near the
mall.

The whole nine yards.

I started hearing the voices.

Doctor said I was schizophrenic.

Lester, please. We have to find Raphael.

Maybe he can help you.

Nothing can help me or your friend
Raphael, I'm afraid. Why not?

What's happened to him?

They got him.

Who's got him?

Men in the van.

Tossed him from the roof. Then the van
came and took him away.

You mean the ambulance?

Did they say an ambulance?

It was a van.

A white van.

Where did they take him?

Unless you're willing to take the test.

What test? Don't make her come up there.

What test?

We'll think of something.

You don't really believe that you're
immortal, do you?

A beer, Ralph.

I mean, what is that all about?

I'm sworn to fight demons.

And who told you this?

Demons killed your wife and stole your
child.

They're but an ember in the black fire
that will scorch the earth.

You must find them and destroy them, all
of them.

Yes, you're right.

What's that old burnout got to do with
it, man?

What's gotten into you, Ralph?

Good one.

It's me, Gordon, your brother -in -law.

Sammy Shearer runs the corner store near
the trailer park, man.

Get a hold of yourself, Ralph.

You're going to have to pull yourself
together, man.

I mean, you got Sheila scared silly.

Oh, Sheila.

Your wife, man.

Your wife.

My sister.

You're going to have to snap out of
this, man.

You gotta love it.

If it's unreal, it can't be.

My name is Raphael Cain, and you are
Goodwin. I know you're having a

time in here, Ralph, but you gotta get a
grip, man.

You haven't been drinking in here, have
you? I am stone -cold sober, and you

know it.

Now, who the hell are you, and what have
you done with Goodwin?

Chambers can help you, man, but you
gotta open up and let him.

You've been like this ever since the
accident.

What accident?

I keep telling you, every time I come
visit.

You drove your rig off the road, dumped
a load of shingles on the interstate.

That was over a week ago, man.

Your blood alcohol level was totally off
the chart.

And when they pulled you from the cab,
you started babbling about demons and

devils.

At first, I thought smooth move, Ralph.

They think you've got to screw loose the
judgment and drop the charges. But then

it got like you started believing it,
man.

Immortal schmortal.

Sounds like common trailer trash to me.
Good one. Behind you, it's Malos.

What's a Malos, man?

Malos.

He killed Makiko, took my daughter.

You have to remember, I'm sworn to kill
demons to save the Earth from the

thousand -year reign.

Dude, get real.

You haul your butt up and down the I -5.
That's what you do.

You passed out behind the wheel, took
out a rest stop, and nearly got yourself

killed, man.

I remember driving.

Yeah, the 18 -wheeler.

A bus.

No, a trailer.

Our trailer. You and me. We split the
down payment, Ralph.

It's all starting to make sense now,
isn't it?

Yeah.

No. Just an ordinary man.

And desperately in a bad haircut.

I am Raphael Cain.

I am the immortal.

Sworn to save the world. Oh, please.
Would you listen to yourself?

You grew up on B -movies and comic books
about heroes who wanted to save the

universe. You're living in a dream
world, Ralph. Wake up and smell the

It happens, you know.

You're only human after all.

Too much time alone on the road, with
your mind just drifting to flights of

fancy.

Might throw your world to the bottom of
the beer glass.

A lot of demons since the 17th century.

How are you, Ralph?

Really?

What makes more sense to you?

You must complete the task before any
questions will be

answered. No exceptions.

I am not doing this.

I'm not doing it.

We should be interrogating this joker
not playing party games. We have to play

by his rules for now.

Go on. Pass the baseball.

Play ball.

Ah.

There.

Now, what did the writing on the side of
the van say?

Okay. Something about a clinic. But no
more till you can do the test.

Do it for Rafe. Do it for Rafe.

Fine.

What was the name of the clinic?

Chambers.

Chambers Behavioral Clinic.

Seen them tossing around for months now.

Stop it. If you help us find the
immortal, he can help you.

Dark ones fear him.

Only him.

Okay. Okay, no more games, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Just tell us what you know about
the clinic.

Okay. Chambers Behavioral Clinic.

They pick up the ones who hear the
voices, but they send them back.

Most of them. They're not going to get
me. If you help us find the immortal, we

can work together.

Like a team.

He can protect you from the demons.

He's the only one on Earth who can.

Is it the immortal?

It's Malish.

Malish has him.

Subject JD -47 appears to be in
excellent physical shape, requiring four

the usual dosage of sedation to maintain
composure. And it seems to wear off

remarkably fast.

His metabolism is beyond anything I have
ever encountered.

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt, Doctor. I just
wanted to know if John Joe 47 should be

scheduled for ECT.

No. No, not just yet.

But he's not responding to his meds.

I am well aware of that, Nurse Talley.

This one is a special case.

J .D.

47's commitment to his delusion borders
on the monastic.

He refuses to eat or drink, and yet he
shows no ill effects.

He's not like any of the others.

There's a certain physiological
component to his mental state that I

put my finger on yet.

I don't want to rush him.

No shock therapy is going to loosen his
grip on his delusion.

If we force him to face reality too
quickly, his entire psyche could

like a house of cards.

We need to win his trust.

He could be the one.

The one that I have been looking for to
bring all of my research together.

Understood.

Resuming. JD -47 also appeared to be
sleep -deprived. There has been no

indication of Rem's sleep since his
arrival here.

I wish we could just get on with it.

Why bother with this charade?

Patience, my sweet.

You know, the man upstairs is far more
sadistic than the boss.

No human could possibly live up to his
expectations.

Look at Chambers.

He started off with good intentions, and
now it's all about using humans as lab

rats. Chambers is serving his purpose
for now.

With his help, Raphael will soon just be
an ordinary man who doesn't know who.

For what he is. So much easier to kill.
May

I have the honor?

Don't even think about it. He's mine.

And he belongs to me.

Forgive me, my dark lord.

You... You belong to me as well.

Just for as long as you continue to.

Why don't you serve, J .D.? See what you
got here.

Damn, you got yourself a nice little ham
sandwich here.

Hate to see it go to waste.

That's what I'm talking about.

There is nowhere for you to run.

You're only making things harder on
yourself, Ralph. Shut up. I mean, think

about it, man. I mean, let's say you
just waltz out of here. I mean, then

Huh? You're only going to be confronted
with the reality you have yet to accept.

You're jumping out of the lifeboat into
shark -infested waters, my friend. I

know what I'm doing. Do you?

Are you truly anxious to embrace
reality?

You're just a man, Ralph.

For most people, that's quite enough,
but oh no, not for you. No, you need to

imagine you're some sword -wielding
champion of magnanimity. I mean, what is

with that? I told you to shut up, I
gotta think! I hope you didn't kill that

orderly, my friend.

Very bad form for a do -gooder like
yourself. And let's face it, life in

takes on a whole new meaning when you
think you can live forever.

I just knocked him out. Are you sure?

Did he check his pulse?

You know what?

I was like the doctor said, honey.

All the pressure was getting to you,
what with the baby coming and all.

It was my fault too, baby.

I should have just thought up when you
told me to. No.

Hey, Dr. Chambers said that something
just snapped and your mind had to take a

little vacation.

So that you could handle it all.

But it's okay, baby. You don't need to
be embarrassed or nothing, because it

happens, right?

You're pregnant.

How?

Unusually, silly.

What did you expect?

Divine intervention? No, no.

You did the B -boyer more than once.

And you loved it. I did not!

Don't tell me you don't remember that
night after the beer garden.

Gorda was playing that gig at the
Legion, and we had the trailer all to

ourselves. Don't you remember that?

The Gorda... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It ain't easy, baby, but I'm gonna make
out, okay?

Yeah, it's just a matter of time, but
for now, honey, you just gotta let these

doctors help you, okay?

We can make it work.

at the trailer park wanted me to give
you this. Look at that. I'm missing you

like crazy.

Everyone signed it, honey.

They want you to get better real soon.

Is it all starting to come back to you
now, hon?

Let's take you back to your room, okay?

All you need is a little rest and a few
square meals.

You'll be yourself again at the time.

That's right.

You'll just be good old Ralphie.

Beer -drinking, wife -beating, truck
-driving, spam -sucking trailer trash.

Chow down.

Can I get you anything with that?

Little white wine, asparagus, a side of
beef?

This chamber's behavioral clinic sounds
like hell's waiting room.

You got an address?

South side near the river.

Privately funded by donations.

Founded to specialize in deprogramming
demons and demonic cults.

But now it's focused on private research
relating to demonic possession.

Wicked. You got anything on this
Chambers guy?

Doctorate in behavioral psych from
Stanford, medical degree from Harvard.

Get this.

Expended from practice for experimenting
with antipsychotic mutations.

Bad boy.

He's a demon pawn. See, they get him to
do all their bad work, but he's too

dense to know it. Have you got any mail?

What do you mean?

Mail. Like, mayonnaise.

He thinks demons exist only in people's
minds, right? They talk about chambers

all the time. He's like, thanks.

He's like a little cabana boy to him.

So how does Malos fit into all this?

I don't know. He's a pretty bright kid.
I'm sure he can figure it out.

Yeah, well, you can fill us in on the
way. You're coming with us.

To that demon nest?

Forget it!

Lester, you have to help us locate Rafe.

No way. Not this cowboy.

Not gonna happen. Hey, look.

If I go that close to that much evil, my
head is going to blow clean off.

The combined thoughts would be way too
powerful.

Lester, listen to me. You have a gift.

Is that what you call it?

It can be if you learn to control it
instead of it controlling you.

Look, we believe you.

Maybe together we can fine -tune your
abilities.

Silence the voices.

You could really make them go away?

I don't know, but maybe you can.

Think about it.

Most people would be driven to madness
by all that demon craw stuff.

But you managed to hang on.

Sanity is a terrible thing to waste.

Yes, well, are you ready to try some
solid food now? I'm not hungry.

Perhaps you'll change your mind.

Five cc's.

No, better make it ten.

What is that?

Just something to help you clear the
fog, sweetie.

Why are you doing this? To help you
overcome your delusion.

That's what Sheila said.

Sheila.

My sister.

My wife.

And?

And what is your name?

My name is Ralph.

Ralph? My name is Ralph.

Ralph.

My name.

My name is Ralph.

It's clear.

Next time, you hide in the laundry.

At least it's clean.

I wish we could have convinced Lester to
come with us.

Yeah, but he can blow them up.

All right, let's get to it. I'll check
out this floor. Okay, I'll head

downstairs, work my way up. First one
who finds them, calls the other. Check.

And don't try to be a hero.

Well, I guess I don't need to tell you
that, do I?

Yeah, very funny. I'm not a coward.

Right.

Don't worry, Ralph.

No one would ever blame you for finding
your life unspeakably dull.

But you, Sarah... Sarah is just your
fantasy version of... what you wish

was, the sooner you start to realize
that, the sooner you'll start to feel

better.

Remember when she used to call you
poopsie late at night when she was in

moon?

You want that back again, don't you,
Ralphie?

My daughter.

The stuff of dreams.

A 400 -year -old man.

Seeking his daughter, abducted by
demons. Come on, Ralph.

Alien probings are even more believable
than that.

You know it's impossible to be immortal.

To fight demons.

Just let it go.

Let it go, and I promise you'll be at
peace, mate.

That's right, big guy.

Just surrender.

Yeah.

It'll help you think.

You.

Me?

Yeah, you.

New here?

Just started today.

Is that right?

Need someone to show you around?

Um, maybe later.

Well, hey, you know, I'm on break. I got
time right now.

Um, that's okay. Thanks.

You can start with the director's
office. He doesn't appreciate strangers

wandering the halls. Let go of me. I
told you I worked here. Sorry,

that don't fly.

Okay, hey, wait, wait.

You know, um, maybe that tour's not such
a bad idea after all, huh?

Oh, let go, let go.

Nobody calls me sweetheart.

No, no, I'm not a demon.

You're not?

Honest, I swear.

I told you, hey, why don't you listen to
me?

Excuse me.

Demon!

No, no, it's me, remember?

Hi. Oh, yeah, sorry.

No, please, I need your help.

Did you see a big guy brought in here,
long hair?

Yeah,

he was kind of handsome.

Fernucky, demon!

No way to talk to people. No, no, no,
no, no, no. I need your help.

You're a demon! No, no, I'm not a demon,
and neither is my friend. I have to

find him.

He's a troublemaker.

They moved him. He's gone?

Mm -hmm.

Second floor.

Medication ward.

Thanks. No problem.

I hope.

Let go! Let go of me! What is going on
here? I got this tourist out in the

This is a clinic.

It's not a jail.

Lock her in the storage room until the
police arrive.

Yes, sir. No!

No, he's tall.

Long hair.

Really good looking.

He's a friend of yours.

Yes. A very good friend.

That's fine, Albert.

Leave us.

It's fine, Albert. Leave us.

I don't have to take...

I'm afraid your friend is suffering from
a very serious delusion. Oh, no.

I'm afraid you're the one suffering from
delusions, Doctor.

What makes you think he's being held
against his will?

I'm not going to debate with you. I want
to see him. Is he okay?

Physically, yes.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hey, Ralph.

I got you some munchies and briskies.

Feeling a little better, I think?

What do you want?

Doctor's orders.

I've been instructed to lighten you up a
little, big fella.

Hey.

Party on, dude.

You've earned it.

Bad news, Dark One. It better not be.

The woman is here. What?

Forgive me, she's with Chambers now.

Oh, that's all right.

He'll just have her arrested.

But if he's here, that means the boy of
Runty's here as well.

Find him.

Now! Yes, sir.

Dig it.

All I can tell you is his delusion is
quite severe.

He is not deluded. If you would just let
me talk to him.

Impossible. Why?

Are you afraid I'll rat on you?

Don't want to have your medical license
suspended again, doctor?

My work here is of the utmost
importance.

The data I'm collecting here will be
invaluable in treating demonic

disassociative disorders.

You don't have a clue what you're
dealing with here. Oh, and I suppose you

You're damn right.

Hey, Gordo, come on in.

Hey, what's with the haircut in the
sailor suit, Gordo?

What's wrong with you? Come on, sit
down.

Pop yourself a beer.

Check it out. It's a good match.

Demons are a manifestation of
internalized trauma.

They are not boogeymen hiding under the
bed. I used to think that, too.

That was before demons killed my
parents.

Well, I think you've just proven my
point.

The only one in denial here is you,
Doctor.

Sarah? Have you found them? Yes.

I could use your help here, Sarah.

Sarah, do you copy?

Sarah? Give me that!

You're not alone here.

Security. You know what I think, Dr.
Chambers?

You're afraid.

Of you?

No, of them.

This isn't about helping the mentally
ill.

This is about your inability to
recognize that evil has a face.

That evil is a real and tangible thing.

I deal in clinical facts, not
metaphysical speculation. So did I.

That was before I met a man named
Raphael Cain, who slays demons and sends

back to hell.

We can't...

break i'm starving here feels like i
haven't eaten in about 400 years the

time it's me it's goodwin you gotta get
your act together you can be a real

buzzkill kid you know that come on we're
watching a

wrestling match relax come on it's the
killer sweet against conan the bruiser

just gave him a good one but i've been
you can't let this little past

Let's get you out of here. We'll find
Sarah, we'll take you home, okay?

You know.

I've just about had it with you, kid.

Why don't you get yourself a job?

Get a life.

And get out of mine.

He's a parasite.

Finish him.

Maybe it's time I taught you a lesson,
kid.

Just give me five minutes alone with
him. That's all I need. Out of the

question. But you will let me see him.

Dr. Chambers, what are you doing? Out of
the way, Tally.

But we can't let her see him now. We are
just starting to break through.

She's one of them.

I'm telling you, she's the devil's boss.

Rafe, it's me. It's Goody. You can't do
this. Shut your mouth.

Rafe, no.

Malice is doing this. Please, fight it.

I've had just about enough of your lip.
Rafe, no.

Do it.

Kill him now. Teach me to run the lesson
he'll never forget.

Raphael, please don't. How does it feel,
boy?

It doesn't get sweeter than this. No!

Finish him.

No, he can't be.

The Immortal.

We had a functioning Tablon on our
hands, and he let him get away.

Rafe, we did the best we could.

We were kind of busy, you know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I just can't believe I let Mallos get to
me like that.

No, it wasn't your fault. I mean, that
Chambers had you so pumped full of

chemicals you'd qualify as an
environmental hazard.

Well, at least he's out of business.

Thanks to a little anonymous letter to
the Medical Ethics Committee.

So let me get this straight.

The demons use chambers to scope out the
Teblon?

As a human smokescreen to mask their
intent. Otherwise, every Teblon would

heard about their demon plan.

God, think of the possibilities to have
that inside track on what the demons are

planning.

Do you think we'll ever find another
Lester?

Oh, sure. They show up every hundred
years or so.

Here for some more pâté, my dear.

Oh, thank you.

No,

I'm

not ready.

It's too fast.

No means no.