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- The end is nigh, my free minds.

If you're just joining the story,

we are looking at the disturbing, the shocking,

and the true rise in unexplained murder-suicides

that have swept our city, spreading like a cancer,

from similar rises and similar stories,

popping up all over the country over the last 25 years.

But what exactly is going on here?

Have we entered another dimension of sight and sound?

Just tonight, another crazy account,

coming out of the Valley.

A husband, a father, Richard Mills,

wealthy, beloved member of the PTA.

A respected lawyer in the community

was coming home from work,

like it was just any ordinary day.

But on this day, Richard walked into his house,

walked right past his wife, past his kids, into his office,

grabbed a Glock nine millimeter from his desk,

walked into the living room,

and slaughtered his entire family.

- It's okay.

- Then Richard Mills stood in the middle of his living room,

surrounded by the bodies of his butchered family.

Put a gun in his mouth, dead.

- It's okay. You're all right, buddy.

Hello, buddy.

- Your minds are shut!

I'm outta here! I'm done!

- God damn it!

Well, I'll tell you why.

Richard Mills was possessed.

By something, something dark. A demon? I don't know.

We don't know.

But mark my words, my friends.

This will continue.

There will be more and more of these murder-suicides.

I wish I was wrong. I wish I was wrong.

Stay tuned.

- I...

I keep seeing him die.

Over and over again.

I can still feel his fur.

- I know. It doesn't feel real at all.

- I was still holding him.

A few hours ago, I was still holding him.

I was still holding him.

10 years.

10 years we were together, almost every single day.

Every single day, since I rescued him.

Through bad, through good.

Through everything.

And now he's just gone, like that.

My boy.

- Hey.

- Louie!

Oy.

Louie?

Louie!

You're okay. You're okay, pal.

Sarah!

Hey, buddy.

- Oh, my God! - Sarah, get the keys!

Get the keys.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Hey, buddy. Let's go!

To cancer.

Over a dog.

- You know he wasn't just a dog, to you or me.

- You know, he was with me,

every day,

after I got laid off.

Through all those resumes I sent.

You probably didn't notice much, 'cause of work, but,

I...

I watched him fall apart.

- Just don't worry about the bills right now, please,

and I'll take care of the car until things get better.

Hey, hey.

It's gonna take time and I'm here for you, okay?

- It doesn't change

how embarrassing it is,

how hard it is.

Louie helped keep me together.

I mean, it's like losing a son.

I lost my son.

- I know.

- We had a connection. I don't even know how to explain it.

But, it was...

- Spiritual.

- Yeah. Maybe.

Is that weird? - No.

That was pretty clear when I met you and Louie.

- God.

I can't even see straight.

- You just went through some pretty intense trauma.

- God.

- You okay?

- Does it look grainy to you?

- "Grainy"?

- Like...

Like a film? Like film grain?

- Uh...

No. I mean, I know what you mean, but...

What, it looks really grainy to you right now?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Louie?

- Ors? What is it?

- I can see him.

I can see him.

- What?

You see him?

- Oh, my God.

My boy.

Thank you for visiting me.

Babe, look.

I can see him.

My god. I can see him.

- Baby, what're you talking about? There's nothing there.

Are you sure you don't want me to call out today?

- No, it's okay.

- Do you, do you...

Do you see him anywhere?

- Mm-mm.

I really did see him, though.

- You don't have to convince me.

- What's that one for again?

- Rose quartz, for healing.

And the third eye of Horace.

- For protection.

- And seeing the unseen.

I Love you.

- Sarah?

The fuck?

- I asked her how it could be George.

It's an adult cat.

The medium said because time runs in a circle,

the higher spirit exists across all time at once,

and it knew I needed George again.

So part of the spirit was born into a similar cat

that lived similar experiences

a couple of years before George died,

and then he entered my life just when I needed him.

It was fate.

- Hey! - Shit!

- Damn it, Kit! - Got you.

- Oh, my God.

What? No Super Soaker?

- Come on, that really hurts my feelings. I swear.

- It's a weird day. What's going on?

- Oh, yeah. Well, um...

I've got four potential witnesses down at the murder-suicide

in Echo Park.

- Jesus. That's four, just in that area.

- That's 44 in the whole city. It's a freaking madhouse.

- Okay.

Just give me a few minutes to finish this up,

and I'll be right out.

- Sure.

Oh, hey. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about Louie.

He was the best.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

I'll see you in five.

- Okay.

- Wow. It looks delicious, thank you.

- Enjoy.

- Thanks for coming out with me.

I know you didn't want to, but I think it's good.

- Yeah. Probably.

- You should try to get out every day.

Even if it's for a walk or groceries.

- You know our neighbor?

The old one?

- Mr. Creeper?

What?

You saw him today?

- With a new victim.

- Not the same as the last one?

Like different than the last 10 you saw walk in there?

- Maybe he's an escort.

- Maybe he's a cannibal.

You never know. You should see some of these cases I get.

True crime.

- Anyways. We're taking some of Louie's stuff out.

And I see him.

And he spots me looking at him.

- Awkward.

- Then he waves at me.

- Oh, shit.

- Guess we all have a weird neighbor, right?

- Mm.

Or maybe

we're the weird neighbors.

- Yeah.

- Are you still seeing that grain from last night?

- Yeah.

I don't know what's going on.

Am I losing it?

- No.

No.

- Thanks for not thinking I'm crazy.

- Oh, I stopped dating crazy in my 20s.

- Oh! So sorry.

I don't always look where I'm going.

- No problem.

- We haven't formally met.

- I'm, uh, Ors Gabriel.

I live in 215 with my girlfriend, Sarah.

- I'm Jeffrey. Bowman.

Your weird neighbor.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Bowman.

- How long has the grief been going?

- Excuse me?

- You lost someone recently, right?

- Yeah, I did.

My dog, actually.

To cancer.

- Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Animals really are our protectors, aren't they?

- Sure are.

- Most people can't see how powerful that bond can be,

but I believe they're here to help us get through this life.

Don't you?

- Man's best friend.

Mr. Bowman...

- Jeffrey.

- Jeffrey.

My girlfriend and I have been wondering,

what it is exactly you do.

- You mean what does your weird neighbor do

with all these strange people that come to visit him?

- I didn't say that.

- No, I get it.

- Hi, Jeffrey.

Thank you again.

- My pleasure.

Something like that.

- So, you're a counselor?

- Sort of, in a way.

- Well, nice to officially meet you.

I'm sure we'll see each other around.

- Has he come to visit you yet?

- I'm sorry?

- They come back to see us when they pass,

if the bond was strong enough.

But most of us can't see that.

Louie will be with you for some time.

Don't you worry.

He knows that you need him for a little while longer.

- I didn't say his name.

- Oh?

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm hosting a small circle

at Thunderbolt Spiritual, around the corner.

Why don't you stop by?

Might be good for you.

Change of scenery and all that?

- Maybe.

- It's good to meet you, too.

- Aww, I love this one! Remember?

When Becca brought her boyfriend's crazy dog camping

and it got stuck on the little island in the rapids?

- Yeah.

- And her boyfriend was too chicken,

so you hopped in and waded across the river.

- And then he jumped in, thinking I was in trouble.

I'll never forget his scared little face,

when he scrambled over to get to me.

- Yeah. - Poor boy.

- I'll never forget you wading back across,

with a dog under each arm.

Oh, Louie.

What a hero.

- That he was. Yeah.

For sure.

Have you seen him again?

- I was probably just losing it for a minute.

- No, I don't think so. I think that you actually saw him.

And by the way, I was talking about you, Mr. Hero.

I'm gonna go back down and finish a case file,

And then I'm gonna go to bed.

- I'll stay up here for a bit.

- I know.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Goodnight, my hero!

- Another day. Another dose of truth.

Today we have someone very special joining us.

The best kept secret in the spiritual community,

renowned psychic and exorcist, Jeffrey Bowman.

- Thanks for having me.

- So, I wanna get right into this.

There is a lot of juice to squeeze here.

You are a psychic. You were born with this ability?

- Yes.

Ever since I can remember,

I've been able to see and communicate with spirits,

both those recently deceased,

as well as those who have ascended.

- You're talking like angels, right?

- Yeah. Thereabouts.

They're what we aspire to be.

- So, what separates Jeffrey Bowman from the rest?

I mean, your website calls you

the greatest psychic exorcist.

Why?

- Most in my field have set belief systems

that limits what they can see, feel, interpret.

I remain open, as much as possible.

I specialize in energy clearing and protection.

These methods should be available for everyone.

- Protection from what?

Ghosts? Demons?

- Negative energy.

Everything is made up of energy.

It's everywhere around us.

You're made of it. I'm made of it.

Most importantly, our spirits are made of it,

and the most common negative energy comes from

our emotion.

When we're angry or scared, or depressed or sad,

we project negative energy into the physical world.

And without knowing how to protect yourself,

your ex could think negative thoughts about you,

and that energy...

- "What a jerk."

And that that energy flies across the country and hits me?

I thought I was safe in LA. I mean, how far am I supposed to go?

The Moon?

- Well, energy travels on the other side

The astral plane.

Most of us don't see it.

- Hey, Louie.

I hope you're not in pain anymore.

Miss you.

Keep visiting me if you can, buddy.

I need it.

- Until the next dose of truth.

Stay tuned.

- "Light Warrior."

- You don't think you'll win, do you?

- A delight.

- Guess I'm late.

- You're here exactly when you're supposed to.

- You know, I did some net recon on you last night.

- Hm.

- Didn't realize you were a celebrity.

- Hardly.

But my name is known in certain circles.

- Psychic circles.

- Yes.

- So you are a psychic, then.

- Ors.

That's an interesting name.

Where does it come from?

- It's Hungarian.

It's my granddad's name, actually.

With an umlaut over the O, so...

Here, it's just Ors.

- I knew a Hungarian man, once.

Someone I trained in one of those psychic circles.

- Bet he was a real pain in the ass.

- Something like that.

So, how's your support system?

You got friends you can talk to?

- Sarah.

My girlfriend. She's basically my best friend.

I have other friends, but um,

I don't see them much since the layoff.

- Family?

- Aren't you supposed to know all this already?

- It doesn't quite work like that.

- My dad ran out when I was 12.

My mom, she's in a hospital now.

So it's just me, Sarah, and Louie.

Me and Sarah.

How do we, uh...

How do we start?

- Just tell me what you want to.

- A few hours after Louie died,

my...

I saw this grain.

It's the best way I can describe it.

Over my vision.

I don't know. Maybe it was energy.

- Yes.

It is.

- So you see it, too?

- No.

Actually.

But we all tend to perceive things differently.

Mediums and psychics,

some see spirits as vivid as you and me.

Others, softer.

Faded, like a hologram.

Others see events that haven't occurred yet

in our linear perception of time.

Others tap into others' memories,

or take snapshots.

Like the afterglow in your eye,

after you've glimpsed the sun.

This grain you're seeing could be the veil itself.

- Like a gateway?

- Yes.

A sort of layer barrier.

Spirits who haven't crossed over, mostly negative spirits,

stuck in the plane closest to this one,

or the recently dead who haven't quite adjusted,

are mainly what step through.

I can't remember the last time I came across somebody

that could see it, but it does happen.

- When you say negative spirits, you mean like murderers?

Criminals? - Or their victims.

Lost souls with unfinished business.

- What about this lowest plane?

- Forget heaven or hell.

There are several planes of existence above this one.

The higher you get, the closer you come to the source.

- God.

- Or whatever created this.

Us.

A creator does exist.

We just don't know what it is.

Not even the spirits do.

At least, not the ones I've talked to.

- And if it's closest level to this one,

and it's not hell, then what is it?

Purgatory?

- Yes.

Closer to that.

Hell in the scripture is a place of fire

and eternal suffering.

There's no permanent jail.

Some spirits may wander around for 200 years,

before a higher spirit...

Ors, are you okay?

What's wrong?

- Something's in here.

- Ors...

Listen to me.

Ors!

I want you to visualize a ball of light in your heart.

Small as a marble!

- Leave me alone!

- Ors! Let the light engulf you.

- Okay! Okay!

- Engulf your heart. Engulf your whole body.

- I can't!

- Yes, you can. He can only hurt you, if you let him.

- Get away!

- Listen to me! - He wants to kill me!

- See the light. It's your shield!

He can't get past the barrier!

What we visualize, we can actualize,

in the astral plane.

- You didn't see him?

Oh, Jesus.

Does that mean I'm...

- Because I didn't see it?

No.

Whatever this thing is,

he could be projecting into your third eye

from a million miles away.

Are you okay?

- Archangel Michael.

- I'll give it to the Catholics.

They know their art.

You're not crazy.

- He was in here.

I swear he was.

- There's nothing here.

There are all kinds of dark forces

that can project all sorts of nasty imagery into your head.

It doesn't mean that you're crazy,

but it would love to drive you there.

- Then what?

- I think this thing sees a threat.

It sees what you could become, with the proper guidance.

And it scares him.

Fear feeds them.

Don't give it to them.

You're okay.

Let's take a walk.

- 45.

45 murder-suicides in this city, just in the last year.

Sometimes I wonder if this is hell.

- Someone here knows.

- Back in the bookstore,

you mentioned something about higher spirits.

Is that like angels? Like Michael?

- Something like that.

Guides.

Guardians.

Social workers.

- You can see them?

- Sometimes.

If I'm meant to.

- Well, I'd have some questions.

- The trauma of losing Louie

is unlocking your psychic abilities.

So, maybe you'll get your chance.

Look, some are born mediums. Others activate.

Every person has a potential, because on the other side,

we are all psychic.

More are waking up every day. It's a psychic war.

And then there's the Fedora Man.

- I can feel him.

It's just darkness.

- No one knows what it, or they are.

Some people call them "shadow people".

The more your third eye opens, the better you see them.

These shadow people could be old negative spirits.

Or something a bit worse.

I've never seen them, but I can't deny

the thousands of reports from around the world.

And now,

you.

- Sarah's cooking my favorite meal tonight.

Chicken Paprikash.

- Paprikash!

I'm jealous.

The more you learn, the stronger you'll be.

If they were strong enough, they'd kill us themselves,

but they can't affect the physical world like we can.

What they can do is influence!

They can attack us telepathically.

Turn us against each other. Push us to do terrible things.

I'm sure you've seen the news lately.

Mother comes home, kills her three children and herself.

- You mentioned something worse.

What's worse than negative spirits?

- Whatever the Fedora Man is,

he's trying to stop you from doing something.

He wants you to fail.

Don't let him!

- Is...

I just feel like there's something that you're not saying.

I don't want you to keep me out of this

if I'm here with you.

- Everything he said felt true.

But, I couldn't help but wonder if...

maybe he was just completely nuts.

Maybe there's a small population of people,

insane in the same way.

- Or maybe there's a small population that has a gift.

- Maybe.

Most of my life, though, I thought this is all bullshit.

God.

The afterlife.

And my world's upside-down right now.

- So how much proof is enough, then?

I wish I could see what you're seeing.

- I don't know.

There's no creator showing up to tell us it'll be okay.

Or stop worldwide disasters.

Or helping animals.

- Or saving some poor girl

about to get eaten by some sick cannibal murderer?

- Yeah.

I mean, I wanna believe him, but,

then I remember how messed up this world really is.

- Maybe it's just...

Not simple.

Maybe.

- Shit!

- God damn it! Those were my mom's favorite plates!

- Well, I didn't do it on purpose. Fuck, sorry.

And maybe if you wouldn't be so fucking careless,

it wouldn't have happened.

- What the fuck?

- Yeah. I'm fucking sick of it.

Nothing matters to you. Poor Ors, poor Ors. Fuck!

- What the hell did you just say to me?

Give me a fucking break!

And what, now you're, you're seeing spirits and shit?

What, you're a medium now?

Sounds like you're losing your fucking mind!

- I'm not fucking done yet!

- Let go me, you fucking piece of shit!

- What the fuck did you say to me?

- I said I'm tired of carrying

your broke ass while you dream!

- Oh, Ors.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Hey, Jeffrey.

- Listen, I'm sure you're probably full

from all that Paprikash, but I happen to moonlight

as a baker and I happen to have a great pie

in the oven right now.

I thought I could bring some by for dessert.

- Uh...

We're in the middle of...

- It's cherry!

- We'd love to.

- Oh, great. Hi, I'm Jeffrey.

You must be Sarah.

- Yes. - The famous Sarah.

- I told him about that album you made in college.

- Oh, God...

- Can you give us like 10 minutes or something?

- Uh, sure. Sure.

You set the table and I'll bring the pie.

I'll see you soon.

- Look.

Look.

I don't know what happened there.

- That. That that wasn't us.

- You didn't mean all that? - No!

- You don't think I'm crazy?

- No! I don't know why I said...

That wasn't us. Okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

You baked this pie?

- You dare question?

- Jeffrey Psychic Baker.

All right.

I like it.

- I don't care who baked it.

Can I just have some, please?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you.

- And...

For you.

So, Sarah.

How are you holding up?

- It's hard.

And Louie was just a special dog. So, it's been tough.

- Yeah.

I gathered that.

- Yeah. I keep feeling stupid, because...

I mean, it is just a dog.

Right?

I mean, I shouldn't feel this messed up because of a dog.

- If even most people can't understand.

He was your friend.

He was there.

He listened, even if he didn't know the words.

Louie was your guardian in life.

He's your guardian, still.

Some find that in a parent,

schoolmate, sibling,

or an animal.

In the end, they're all spirits.

Whatever form your confidant takes, who are we to judge?

You have every right to mourn Louie.

He gave you a solace most people only dream of.

And I may have some messages for you.

- You've been able to communicate with him?

- I have.

Louie wants you to know that he loves you, Ors.

When you rescued him, you not only saved him

from a cruel life, but you helped him learn...

to trust again.

And he saved you too, didn't he?

- Yeah.

He did.

We were a team.

- He wants you to know he's free now.

He stayed as long as he could.

Longer than his body wanted him to.

He fought hard,

because he knew that you needed him.

- I just hope I gave him a good life.

- You did.

Our animals

live for us.

Most people have animals, just to have 'em.

But you made Louie a friend.

And for that,

he's grateful.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- No, no.

No.

No, no.

Excuse me. - What's the name?

- Louie. Stage four lymphoma.

- Let me call somebody.

- He's not, let me in right now.

- You're going to leave? Leave?

Louie, I love you, buddy. Please don't go.

- Yes! - Where are you going?

- Your minds are shut!

- My mind is not shut!

- I'm done. I'm outta here!

It's over.

- Where is my husband, God damn it?

- You know it's okay, right?

- Yeah.

- But remember our deal.

No telling Mom I took you to an R-rated movie.

- Got it.

Dad?

- Yeah?

- Is this really happening?

- You're in the dream world now.

It's one of many planes.

- That's not like the real world?

- Oh, it is.

It's a place we go when our bodies are asleep.

It's a place we go where we can talk.

But you have to be very careful here.

There are scary monsters that want to hurt you,

and feed on your spirit.

- But how are you here?

You left us, Daddy. Why did you leave me?

- Always remember, my boy.

All time

is always happening.

I take the popcorn.

I have taken the popcorn.

I will take the popcorn.

All at once.

That way, we can always be together.

Even apart.

Jeffrey is using you.

Do not trust him.

- What?

- Oh, Je--

No fucking way.

Get out!

- What is it?

Ors. - Leave us alone!

- Who's there?

What do you see?

- Get out.

You're not welcome here.

Eww.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God.

- God. What is happening?

- What do you want?

- Ors?

- You're not real.

You're not real.

You're not real.

- Open the door, baby. You're scaring me.

- Is this what crazy looks like?

Did you just break the lock?

- Talk to me.

- I'm gonna handle this. - Don't shut me out.

- Baby, I keep seeing t he shadow man.

This...

This shadow person, it's...

- And he wears a large hat?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- I think you're talking about the Fedora Man.

I grew up hearing stories about the man in the hat,

and spiritual groups talk about him all the time.

Them. Shadow people, if it's what I think it is.

- Before my mom was committed to that hospital,

before she tried to kill herself three times,

she was always seeing this thing.

I'm scared I have what she has.

- No. - I'm losing my mind, baby.

- No.

I didn't know it was like that.

- I haven't been able to talk about it, but,

I don't think I can outrun it anymore.

- He's a liar.

- You're outta Berry Berry Kix.

- I didn't know quite what to say yesterday.

I didn't know how I could help.

But, I had a dream and you were there.

I knew I had to talk with you, but I didn't quite know why.

And now you're here,

and I

understand.

We appreciate you calling us back, Mr. Hideyoshi.

- Tea?

- No, thanks.

- Are you sure?

- We don't wanna take up too much of your time.

- Please.

Just one minute. Mrs. Hideyoshi needs tea.

- Sure. - Sure.

- Please!

Sit.

- We're fine.

So there was something that you wanted

to add to your statement?

- Stacy was a nice lady.

I even babysat her kids before.

There was no trouble. Never.

The kids always looked happy.

Stacy was divorced, but it wasn't a terrible thing.

Her husband is not a bad man, either.

It just doesn't make

any sense to me.

- So there's nothing you can think of?

I mean, no arguments? No fights?

- No, no. They were a nice family!

We were getting home, at the same time.

I saw her.

It was like there was something inside her, pushing her.

Very sad.

I don't believe it was Stacy at all.

- Well then, who?

- Not "who".

I believe

a demon took her.

- Oh.

Right.

- You see the news, right?

People doing this, more and more.

Why?

Bad things are coming.

- I think, uh, I think it's time for us to go.

- Kit, bring the car around. I'll be down in a few.

- You're gonna keep listening to this voodoo?

- I said I'll see you in a few.

Follow up on that missing person lead I told you to.

- Okay, boss.

- Are you a spiritual man?

- Oh, yes. It gives me peace.

So sad, what happened to Stacy and her children.

But I know they will be okay, and they'll be back again.

- You mean reincarnation?

- Yes.

We all live many times, because we have so much to learn.

And it is all written.

I believe

Stacy and her children were meant to die this way.

Maybe their death will change the world.

Sometimes,

after we come back enough times and learn all the lessons,

one will come back to help us here.

Can you think of one?

- Jesus?

- Mm.

His spirit lived many lives,

and he came back to help us grow.

But people weren't ready.

So he taught one important rule.

Love.

But Jesus did not know his mission right away,

until he connected

with his spirit.

- Because you don't remember your past lives

when you come back?

- Yes.

To have a human life, one must forget.

And there are others, too.

John Lennon.

Martin Luther King.

Fred Rogers.

- Actually, I'm pretty sure about Mr. Rogers.

- Ah.

Maybe Stacy and her kids will come back

to help us here, too.

I am sorry

our journeys came together under these circumstances.

But...

Then again, maybe you will change the world.

- We are headed for something sinister.

Something is brewing behind the scenes,

and the dark side is moving their chess pieces.

Richard Mills was not Richard Mills--

- Did your bidding, as requested.

- Didn't know you were a Maxie Million fan.

- Well, when reason doesn't reason anymore,

someone's gotta have the answer to this madness.

- Yeah.

- So, Laszlo Gabriel.

Uses the alias "Larry".

But nothing too sinister there.

Name sounds familiar, but why this guy?

- Just a hunch.

- Yeah. He's moved around a lot.

- God. Look at the cities.

All cities in the last several years had a spike

in the same unexplained murder-suicides.

And I'll bet the dates line up, too.

- Yeah, but these are all murder-suicides, right?

So, unless all these investigations in all these cities

somehow missed a third party...

You think this guy Laszlo's involved?

Who's the new pen pal?

- Someone that I think can help.

- I took a look at the file.

And man. Seven years without a single word?

That's gotta be tough.

In my experience, once they're gone, they don't come back.

But family is family.

You never know.

- Thanks.

- I'll give you two some privacy.

- Hi, Mom.

Sorry I haven't visited.

I guess, uh...

I guess I've, I've been scared.

Louie died.

Remember Louie?

He was pretty young when you met him.

Mom, I need your help.

I've been seeing things.

The night Louie died,

he came back to me.

And I want to believe he's with me.

I wanna believe.

But then I keep seeing him.

Him.

Mom.

I keep seeing him.

I need to know I'm not crazy.

I need to know that you aren't crazy, either.

Can you hear me?

Hi, Mom.

You can talk to me in here.

I can hear you.

Mom.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't been there for you.

- You're here for me now.

Can you help me?

Is the Fedora Man real?

- When I met your father, we fell so in love.

But he had a darkness around him that I ignored too long.

Everywhere we went,

pain followed.

And I started to notice this

shadow.

It followed him everywhere.

He was consumed by it.

When I finally got us away from him,

the Fedora Man began to attack me.

It wouldn't stop.

I

felt

so weak.

I...

I didn't want the pain anymore.

I was wrong.

You needed me.

But you can do something I couldn't.

Be strong.

Show the Fedora Man

you won't be taken by fear.

Win.

Win.

- See you tomorrow.

- You sure you don't want a ride?

- No, it's all good. The walk clears my head.

See you tomorrow.

- Yo!

Your jacket.

- See what I mean?

- Hey! Move it!

- Hello?

Ors. - Hi, Jeffrey.

- It's a dangerous world that you're stepping into.

I hope you can keep an open mind.

- So my spirit guides planned all this, right?

Was there anything else I need to know?

- Sarah asked for my help on in case she's working.

And I found something I hoped I wouldn't.

A connection between your dad and the Fedora Man,

and I think the sudden spike

in murder-suicides that we've seen.

I projected into his apartment.

There's a book.

A brown, leather-bound book.

The answers are in there.

All the answers.

- Jeffrey, is Sarah with you?

- No. She hasn't answered.

I can't see it.

Prepare yourself.

Use the shield.

Protect yourself with the light.

Focus.

- What's the address?

- There's danger surrounding this.

- Jeffrey.

Give me the address.

- Ors!

12638 Cedar Avenue.

- Protect yourself.

- What did you say to me?

- Protect yourself with the light.

- What?

Been a long time.

- You are out of your depth, son.

- You don't get to call me that.

- I've heard a lot about you.

- I see your eye is opening more and more.

I'd hoped you'd stay asleep, like all the other sheep.

But then that damn dog had to die.

I've been activated all my life.

I thought if I could just save you

from Jeffrey and his lies.

- Save me?

- Well, save me.

And put you next to your mother with a broken mind.

It was all too much for her.

Dear Agnes.

- You don't get to talk about her, either.

- She couldn't understand my mission.

That's why I couldn't let her interfere.

And I won't let you.

- "Mission"?

- What the all-wise Jeffrey never understood, was purpose.

I was never deranged.

How simple.

How small.

I'm here to find as many psychic potentials as I can,

and end them, before they learn how to fight.

- You killed all those people.

How?

- Telepathy.

Our great weapon.

Over there, we're all gods.

With the power of thought, you can build cities, an arsenal.

Anything. Everything!

Because there, the energy is endless.

- Right now, you're just a man.

And men die.

- I am spirit.

Here?

Limited by this body.

But when this body dies...

- You're insane.

- Just as your side will send down the ascended

to guide humanity, mine will send us to push back.

You may know some of the names.

Charles Manson.

Ted Bundy.

Jack the Ripper.

- So, what, you're some psychic assassin from hell?

- If there were such a place.

- "And only the sheep will be left for the wolves."

- Sleeping masses.

No resistance.

Free to feed on their pain,

in their miserable lives,

the uprising dies before it's ever born.

- So Jeffrey was right.

It's a war.

- But your bright minds fought back.

Growing technology in this system.

Every moment of life being recorded.

Began to make our work difficult.

That's why I became necessary.

That's why the Fedora Man was born.

So, I whispered and whispered,

and the weak minds did our work for us.

Now...

Give me the book.

- There's not a negative spirit I've seen

get through my shield.

So, what are you?

- Blood means nothing against all of existence.

You see, my boy?

The spirit is all of our lives.

All time, all at once!

All that history.

All that power.

When this body dies, my spirit will be a dragon.

- The Central Intelligence Agency requires you to push

beyond your limit.

We are at war, 24 hours every day.

And you?

The Agency's next great weapon.

Wendigo, Wendigo.

Dear Doctor Wendigo.

Where are my soldiers?

Where are my soldiers?!

Wendigo, Wendigo.

These children, Wendigo...

These children. Oh, these children.

Where are my soldiers?

Where?!

- Wendigo.

- The Central Intelligence Agency requires you to push

beyond your limits.

We are at war, 24 hours every day.

And you?

The Agency's next

great weapon.

- Where are my soldiers?

Where?!

You cull! You need to be cut from the herd!

Foul.

You cull!

You're a failure!

You rotting flesh!

These children?

These children.

Wendigo, Wendigo.

Children.

These children

are my soldiers.

- Who the hell are you?

Laszlo.

- Jeffrey.

- Now you see his lies.

He made me what I am.

Jeffrey created the Fedora Man.

- Are you hurt?

I'm so glad Sarah gave my number to that Jeffrey Guy.

- Where is Sarah?

- Okay, look.

There was an accident.

- What?

- She was hit by a car, but she's okay. She's alive, okay?

She's, uh-

- Kit, where the hell- - She's pretty banged up, but.

She was hit by a car.

I think this asshole's car,

judging by the smashed windshield downstairs.

- Where the hell is she, Kit?

- Regional ER, two miles up.

Ors.

I will always have her back.

So, you were not here. Got it?

- Jesus.

Laszlo!

- Ors? I knew he'd come for you.

It's time to make this right.

I'll hold him.

Go.

- Fuck you.

- Well, you pretty much left me to run the ship alone.

Not any one of you can fix this?

These surges have been going on over an hour.

- Sarah Reeve?

- You would think with all the fancy cars around here

that someone could pay the electric bill.

- Sarah Reeve?!

- She's in 328.

But you can't be here now.

Visiting hours are over!

- Oh, shit.

He's here.

- Who's here?

The electrician?

There's nothing there, kid.

I'm calling security.

What in the hell?

- Sarah!

Are you okay? - What? Yeah.

- Are you all right? - What is it?

- Can you get up? Are you hurt?

- Why? - Can you walk?

We need to leave, right now. - What is happening?

Ors, you're scaring me. - Please get dressed.

- What? Why? - The Fedora Man.

My dad is the Fedora Man.

- What?

- I confronted him. He almost killed me.

Right before Kit showed up and put two right in his chest.

- What?

- But Laszlo is dead. I think that means big trouble for us.

- How is that possible?

- I don't know. Astral projection?

But I saw it. I saw his face.

The motherfucker is making people kill themselves,

and their families, with his mind.

But it's no projection anymore.

- Ors.

It doesn't matter where we go.

- Sarah!

- Oh, my God!

- Do it.

Do it.

No, Laszlo.

- No!

- Ors. We can take him together.

- You are not stronger than me!

- You had the perfect alibi, didn't you?

You were never there.

You thought you were invincible.

But you're in pain.

You're consumed by it,

and it makes you weak.

- Get outta my fucking head!

- You are nothing!

You are done.

You cannot hurt my son!

- Please! Stop!

- Now

feel

love.

- Ors!

Is Jeffrey...

- I'm fine.

I'm just a tired old man.

- Oh, my God. I can hear him!

- I'm sorry for all this.

I knew training Laszlo would end in pain,

but I was weaker than his belief.

I didn't see how far he'd go.

Then once the Agency ended the psychic program,

I took it upon myself to fix it, somehow.

So I watched and waited for the tragedy,

the catalyst that would bring your father back for you.

Thank you for allowing me into your lives.

The pain was worth it,

to see you become what you were meant to be.

- Look.

- My boy.

- I see him.

- Louie.

- He has one more message for you.

Tell the story.

Tell the story.

- Thank you.

Thank you, Louie.

- I told you, security is on its way.

You better be gone before they get here.

- No.

We're leaving.

What?

What is it?

- Louie.

- Oh, my God.

It looks just like Louie.

- Hey, there.

What's your name?

Somebody leave you out here?

- Hey, baby.

- What you got here?

- "My mom and dad were abusing Elly,

and I'm only 13 and can't protect her every day.

This is all I could do to make sure someone found her.

Please give her a good home."

Aww.

- We'll give you a good home.

- Hey. - Yeah.

It'll be okay.

- Hi, Elly.

Good girl.