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Thanks for coming up
with this plan.

I think we're really gonna save
some money this way, sweetheart.

Of course, honey.

And I figured your partner
can drive his car

since you guys are always
together, side by side.

Yep.

That's a, uh...
that's a great plan.

Kind of wish I would have
thought of it.

So, what case
are you working on today?

Stacy Treadwell case today.

You know, I... I might actually
have a lead on this guy.

Family is pressuring me to come
up with some evidence soon,

so, fingers crossed.

I know you know,
but I'll have to say it...

please be careful.

Just... I wish you would
just change careers.

You know, I...
I lost the last case.

Weirdo just... he just disappeared
like some kind of ghost.

You'd certainly think with
modern-day technology and forensics

it'd be easier to catch
these assholes.

But, uh...

yeah, baby,
I'll try to be safe.

At least being a PI,
I can make what we need

to put away for Kayla and Aaron,
for their future.

It just gives me so much anxiety
every day you're out there.

I love you so much.

We all love you so much.

And I love you all, too,
so much.

It's in my soul.

I... I can't think
of anything else.

Well, here we are.

- Morning. Ready?
- Yeah, got your text message last night.

- What's up? You got a lead?
- Yeah, sure do.

- Alex at the lab gave me a tip-off.
- Mm.

480 Spring Street downtown.
Hit it.

- All right, I'm on it.
- Let's go.

Radio two.
Radio two.

- Radio, check one, check one.
- Check two, check two. Copy.

Copy.
Hear you just fine.

This guy is armed,
so we go in packed.

- All right, my vest is on.
- Strapped. Me, too.

- Let's go.
- Let's do this.

Angel, I'm down.
Please...

Officer down.
Officer down.

We need help, ASAP.

Mr. Stone.

Just on time.

Can you hear or see me?

Yeah.

What happened?

Well, I'm Dr. Hernandez.

We already did a CAT scan,
the x-rays.

You woke up a few times,
tried to get up.

You screamed
at some other times...

and then passed out,

but basically you were hit
in the head with a metal pipe.

Ultimately, you have
a concussion, a little amnesia.

Good thing your assailant only
gave you one blow in the skull,

but we still need to run
some more tests,

make sure you're physically
ready to be discharged.

I'm going to refer you to Dr. Bryce,
our top neurologist,

to ensure that you have
a sound recovery.

Thanks, Doc.

Your wife would like
to see you,

so I'm going to have
the nurse send her in.

I'm gonna put these notes down in
your file and I'll see you later.

Okay, take good rest. Relax.

- Appreciate it.
- All right.

Hey.

Hi.

I was so scared.
How are you feeling?

Fine.

I'm just, uh...

a little out of balance
right now.

I'll be all right.

How are you, sweetheart?

Good. Here.

Yeah.

Where's Angel?

He left about an hour ago.

He waited for the doctors
to say that you were okay

and just went home.

Thank God he was there.

He's going to check in
a little later.

Yeah.

Can't wait to go home.

Soon, sweetheart.

Pardon me.

I'm the hospital chaplain,
Pastor Stephens.

- Would you like any prayers?
- Thank you, but, no, thank you.

- We're not religious.
- No problem.

If you change your mind,
need some words of encouragement,

my office is down the hallway.

Thank you.

My apologies, pardon me.
The doctor ordered an MRI.

We're gonna have to
take you down this way.

Sure, yeah.

- I'll see you soon.
- I'll be here.

Thank you.

Well, we most certainly have
an interesting case, Mr. Stone.

Hearing voices, nightmares,
and a little off balance when you walk.

Good things are the CAT scan,
x-rays and MRI results

don't show any physical damage.

However,
given your current issues,

I can't release you
to go back to work.

I don't know how you can
be sure of any of that.

You gotta be the youngest
doctor I've ever seen.

Well, I was fortunate
to be young

when entering
medical school, sir.

I was blessed with gifts,
but also very hard

to get here,
so I'm thankful for many...

With all due respect,
I have to work for my family.

Mr. Stone, I understand
completely your predicament,

but as your specialized physician,
I can't in safe practices,

allow you to return to work
in your condition.

But as a compromise,
I already spoke with your wife,

and she agreed my signing off
on disability for the time being

will help you financially
until you're completely heal.

In the meantime,
you'll be seeing

Ms. Nova Spencer
on your treatments...

- I'm out of here.
- Your cane.

I thought I came here
for therapy,

not to watch
some kung fu display.

Not here to fight,
just here for therapy.

I'm Nova. Please have a seat
on the mat and close your eyes.

So, this is some kung fu,
meditation, yoga crap.

Mr. Stone, I understand you're
upset, but I'm here to help.

Please stop being disrespectful
and let's get to work.

The sooner I can have you
feeling better,

the sooner I can hopefully
get you back to normal.

Well, this is anything
but normal.

Whatever.

Let's do this.

- Mr. Stone, it's my understanding...
- Ben.

Just call me that.

It'll save you a syllable
or a mouthful.

Excuse me, Ben.

It's my understanding that the vertigo
imbalance due to the trauma in your brain

is causing you difficulty
physically.

I'm here to align your mind,
body, and soul

through some mental exercises.

Please bear with me,
listen carefully,

answer my questions,
and do as I ask.

Okay, Yoda.

Sorry. I meant Nova.

Dr. Bryce informed me
that according to his notes,

you're having
nightmares of disturbia,

hearing voices,

and having issues walking
for long periods of time.

Is this true?

I guess so.

- Is this true?
- Yeah.

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

Ben, do you speak to your wife
this way a lot?

Oh, my God.

I mean, sometimes, all right,
if I disagree with her.

Why?

- Would you like to leave, then?
- I'll stay if you can fix me.

Tell me about the voices.

I think they go hand in hand with the
strange dreams I've been having...

but I'm not sure.

This is gonna sound odd,
all right?

Strange for me
to even say, but...

it feels like I'm traveling
outside my body

and visiting people
I don't know.

- Really?
- Yeah.

As far as I can see or remember.

How do I know
you're telling the truth?

It's apparent you haven't wanted
to be here to begin with.

I can hear people's thoughts
when I hone in.

Like when I came here today.

You were thinking to yourself,

"Well, he's pretty attractive,
but he looks like a jerk.

I know,
I've seen his type before."

I didn't say that.

Well, not out loud,
but I heard your thoughts.

I don't care about what your
feelings are towards me, but...

are you lying to me, Nova?

Maybe a lucky guess,

given you're a sharp detective
with street smarts.

Mm-hmm.

Pretty sure I heard
your thoughts.

Look, I came here for therapy,
not to have a debate.

I want to be able
to get back to work again.

I want to be able to walk
normal again.

Okay. My apologies, Ben.

Let's continue.

Fascinated
by this newfound ability.

I'm not even sure it's real

or even if I like
this new ability,

but what about me
walking normal?

Be patient.

This is something you can embrace
until we have you walking.

I promise to help you get
physical coordination as well.

Don't you see the positive?

You can utilize
this newfound skill.

I get it, all right?
Let's keep going.

Can you best describe someone you
remember having a conversation with?

Yeah. I think so.

My head still really hurts
from the blow, but I'll try.

Nobody cares.

Sorry,
who doesn't care?

Who are you
and how did you get in my house?

My name is Ted.
I'm a detective.

I just wanted to make sure
I was at the right place.

Your front door was unlocked.

One of your family members hired me to
check in on you, make sure you're okay.

Damn it.

I forgot to lock the door again.

I'm Sarah Whitmoore.

Wait, which family member
did you say?

Never mind.

I know exactly who it is.

My Aunt Mary hired you.

Why don't
they just leave me alone?

You look alive and well to me.

I should get going, Sarah.

Please go or whatever.

Which one?
Go or whatever?

Whatever.

They pretend to care.

I don't care.

Okay, um...

I'll... I'll tell them
that you're doing just fine.

I don't care.

Did you... did you see
or hear anything?

I didn't see anything,
but I heard you talking in your sleep.

Or at least I believe
you were sleeping.

You were having a conversation
with a Sarah Whitmoore?

Yeah... Sarah.

Can you look her up,
make sure I'm not crazy?

I'm going to show you
some images

of various Sarah Whitmoores
on my phone.

Let me know
if you recognize any.

Hold on.
Right there.

Sarah with the...
with the curly black hair.

- Are you sure this is the correct Sarah?
- I know 100%.

So, what do you think?

Well, my opinion, Ben,
is I believe you have telepathy.

I'm talking to people
with my thoughts, right?

Something like that.

I don't want to make
any guesses.

We're gonna need more time
together for further determination.

Time's up.
I have to go, and so do you.

- We were just getting rolling.
- I understand, but I have a schedule.

Next week, same time?

Okay.

Yo, Angel, you home?

Hey, Angel.

- Ben, what are you doing?
- I took the bus.

Man, I needed to see you.

Glad to see you,
but shouldn't you be resting?

Darcy told me
all about your condition.

You know me, I can't sit still.

Just trying to figure
everything out, you know?

Thanks, by the way.

I appreciate you having my back.

- We're in this together, bud.
- Yeah.

So, um, whoever
we were looking for...

I can't remember his name...

he got away?

George Mancini.

No trace.

- Not even a glimpse?
- No. You radioed me for help.

I saw you on the ground,
blood all over the floor, your head.

I called 911.

You think you can
do me a favor?

Take me back to the place
where I got banged up?

- Aw, man, I'm buzzed.
- Come on, man.

Mm-mm.

Really?

I'm out.

Sarah, where are you?

Henry, wait!

I love you.
I'm trying to figure it out.

If you'd only listen to me and stop chasing
those people, you would not be hurt.

This is what I know, all right?
This is my work.

So stubborn! So stubborn!

I wanted to see and speak to Dr. Bryce,
see what he had to say.

I'll let you know
what he says, all right?

- Ready for me, Doc?
- I was double-checking everything.

- So, what's new?
- I realized I missed one test result that I ordered.

I got distracted with a woman
who had cardiac arrest in the ER.

Do you have any good news
for me?

Unfortunately, the radioactive
luminescent fluid test injection

shows micro nerve damage in your
brain the other tests did not convey,

which is affecting your motor skills
and things you already know about.

- Anything else?
- I'm still working on it.

That's all really vague.

This new, not yet conclusive,
discovery is exciting.

Ms. Spencer's preliminary assessment that
somehow this whole brain trauma incident

has somehow initiated your brain
to use this telepathic center.

I'm not an expert
in your field, Ben.

If we can verify
this is scientifically correct,

you may not have to go out there
with your gun anymore.

You can do your
investigative work from home.

That's nonsense.
I can't stay at home.

You're in no physical shape
to be out and about.

I'll keep tab
on Ms. Spencer's work with you.

Just maintain your sessions
with her

and keep communicating
everything you experience.

Excuse me, please.

Dr. Bryce,
sorry to interrupt,

you are needed in room 201
immediately.

Be right there.
Thank you.

My humble apologies, Ben.
I must go.

We're onto something.
See you soon.

Everything is just so blurry.

Why does Dr. Bryce say that I
should forget about fieldwork?

I didn't say that.

That may be his opinion,

and it can change
with more defined results.

He said I've got nerve damage
and stuff, which I already know.

I'm still trying to confirm
my first discovery

and see if we can use it
as an asset.

Look, I don't wanna be
confined to a desk.

What happened to me walking
without this stupid cane?

I promise we will get there
with some tai chi

and physical coordination
exercises in our next session,

but for now, we will stick
to meditation.

- Please sit so we don't waste any more time.
- This is bullshit.

Then leave, Ben.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm just irritated, all right?

I do believe that I had some kind
of experience, or experiences.

Please help me.

I understand
it can be frustrating

not being able to do the things
you're used to doing.

Actually, please lie down.

Close your eyes, breathe.

Breathe slowly.

See if you can go back
to the moment

before you were struck
in the head.

Oh, jeez.

I'm gonna find
that bastard

and rip him to shreds.

Rip who?

Who's there?

- He heard me.
- Who heard you? Where?

Mancini, in some basement.

A guy I've been trying
to find.

Did he see you at all?

No, I don't think...

No, no, he didn't see me.

So, he heard you?

Yeah.

He was mad, pissed off.

At you?

No, but it didn't help
that I invaded his privacy.

I have to find him.

Close your eyes.
Try syncing back in.

See if you can find
this angry man.

All right.

Mmm, mmm...

Mm, so damn good.

- Gross.
- Who's there?

- My God, that was disturbing.
- Did you see the angry man again?

No, just some...
some fat slob

scarfing down his food
like an animal.

It was so nasty,
I just reacted.

How did you react?

I said "gross,"
and he heard me.

- Did he see you at all?
- No.

Same thing...
he just heard me,

but I zipped my mouth real quick
and got out of there.

Interesting.

Meaning you returned
back here with me.

Yeah. I don't get it.
I'm not looking for a fat guy.

Maybe there's a reason
you saw this obese man.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, what's crazy
is that he heard me too.

- Try again.
- To see the fat man?

No, try to sync back in and see
if you can find the angry man.

- I just hope I don't get stabbed.
- I don't think that will happen.

This has me highly curious.

Yeah, me too.

Take your time and try
and engage a little bit more.

Use your best judgment.

Okay, I'll try.

- Lovely voice.
- ? Ah... ?

Huh?

Thanks, but I thought you
already knew about my voice.

What?
I didn't say anything, Ruby.

You got some pipes.

- Are you messing with me?
- What the hell are you talking about?

Come on, Nick.
You're in the mixing room.

I know you got sound effects, throwing
voices around through them speakers.

- I don't have time to waste here.
- Girl, you better chill out.

Relax.
I didn't do shit.

We shouldn't go this way
on our first session together.

Nick can't hear me.

Hey. Who's there?

Are you high?

I'm not high.

I came here to record,
not play around.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

So, why don't you take five
and calm down?

I'm just doing my job.

So, if you're stressed,
or high, or something,

let me know and we can record
another time.

I'm not high,
but you are starting to stress me out.

I can get
another sound engineer.

All I have to do
is call my manager.

Girl, I don't want to argue.

Just take the day off.
I'll talk to your manager.

Get your equipment checked
or I'll have someone check it.

There's nothing wrong
with my equipment, sweetheart.

Bye!

- See ya!
- You treat everyone like that?

Huh?

What?

What?

Sorry about that.

So?

I was looking for him.

I mean, I... I engaged
like you suggested.

The woman, a singer,
I mean...

she thought her sound engineer
was playing a prank on her...

and he thought...
he thought she was on drugs.

- It was crazy.
- There's a reason you're tuning into these people.

I'm sure of it.

Yeah, but what's the reason?

I don't know yet,

but I can tell you're channeling
in much easier than before.

Yeah, but why me?

- And why them?
- I wish I knew.

I wish I could see what you were
seeing; then I'd be able to help more.

All I can say for now
is keep searching.

If you're up for it,
let's go again.

Yeah.

Justin, I'm looking
at the financials.

Not good.

Look, I don't care
what you gotta do...

check the line,
look for holes...

you got to get these numbers up
by next week

or you don't have a job.

Yeah, you got plenty.
What are you bitching about?

- Hello.
- Did you say something at the end of our call?

- No, sir.
- No?

No, sir, I didn't.

- Really?
- Really. I swear.

Okay.

Because if you got a problem,
just say it.

I don't have time for BS.

I just want results.

Okay? I'll talk to you next week.

It's never enough, is it?

Always want more.

- Tell me who you are.
- No. Tell me who you are.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- An intruder's in my office.

- I'm at 426 Oakwood Street.
- Sir, do you have a visual of the suspect?

No. I can only hear a voice.

Please describe the suspect
the best way you can.

I can't see anyone.
I only hear the voice.

- Sir, is this a prank call?
- Just hearing.

Maybe you should
the therapy hotline.

I can provide
the number for you.

I can only hear the voice.
I cannot see anybody.

I can only hear the voice.
I'm not crazy, damn it.

You know what?
Forget it.

Get a hold of yourself, Ben.

You got a wife you love.

Ian, is that you?
You are here early.

Hmm.

Man, that was a double whammy.

First, I... I synced into this
room with this rich guy with a gun.

And then the next thing I knew,
I was in this room

with this... this half-dressed
woman getting ready for a date.

I noticed the difference between
both of your telepathic episodes.

- Really? That noticeable?
- Looks like you're getting closer.

We'll add in balance and physical
coordination exercises next week.

Oh, and before I forget, I have an
idea to help clarify your meditation.

I need you to associate
or apply a landmark

with each person you encounter
in your consciousness.

That way, you can access them
specifically

when you want to get in touch.

And another thing...

you used an alias before
with Sarah Whitmoore.

I believe Ted?
Way to be on your toes.

You need to protect your
identity with these strangers.

Great work, though.
I have to go.

My students are waiting
for me at the dojo.

Copy that. You know, great...
great memory.

My middle name is Theodore.

It's... it's about survival.

Are you... you sure you don't
have time to show me some moves?

Next week.
You know your way.

Who are they?

Sarah?

Why? Why?

Sarah.

Why?

Sarah?

Are you back?

Why?

Yeah.

I need to know more
about who you are.

- I can't sleep.
- Why don't you just leave me alone?

Why don't they all
leave me alone?

If you can you tell me
more about who you are

and who they are,
maybe I can help.

I'd like to be able
to leave you alone, Sarah.

I inherited lots of money,
and they all want my money.

The thing is, I don't care
about the money.

And I know they don't care
about me either.

So I don't want them near me.

- I want to be by myself.
- Got it.

So, you still didn't tell me
who they are.

Family, friends
that pretend to be.

- Do you want my money, Ted?
- No.

Honest to God,
I don't want your money.

I'm just a detective
trying to figure out

why the hell
I'm talking to you.

Honestly, once I do figure it out,
I don't want to see you anymore.

No offense, I just, uh...

Well, I have enough
on my plate with my own family.

You're being truthful.

I like you.

I'm married.

What's her name?
Your wife.

Darcy.

And my beautiful daughter
Kayla, my son Aaron.

- How sweet.
- Thanks.

I hate being in this world.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

You suicidal?

No, but I just want
to be left alone.

- It's better that way.
- So, you just don't care.

Are we done talking?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're done for now.

And I'd like to come back

and ask you
some more questions if I can.

Mm.

All right.

You're welcome back.

Bye.

You're the guy with the cash.

Can't you hear me?

Hey.

- Do I know you?
- So you can see and hear me.

Yeah. Both.

Can I help you?
Why do you sound so familiar?

You're the guy
with all the cash.

Wait!

Hold on!

Wait.

- How did you do that?
- Do what?

Not get hurt by those bullets.

I didn't do anything.

Are you some type of ghost?

Please, if I pissed
off your family or something,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Please, just leave me alone.
- Calm down, all right?

I'm not here to hurt you
or take your money, man.

I'm just trying to understand
why I see you.

- Tell me what I could do to not see you.
- Just answer my questions, okay?

As soon as I figure it out,
I'll leave you alone.

I want to be at peace right now
too, but for some reason, I can't.

Okay, I know this is gonna
sound strange,

but I'm... I'm talking to you
with my mind.

I'm not actually here in person.

That's why your gun didn't work.

- What are you saying?
- You heard me.

Now, what's your name?

Henry Gibson.
And you?

Ted. I'm a detective.

Why are you investigating me?
I'm a self-made man.

I'm just trying to piece it,
all right?

I don't know yet why we're
talking and why I see you.

Do you need cash?
I don't like to give cash to strangers...

It's not about the money.

I really think I'm here
to help us both.

You want to help me?
Disappear.

I'll go, but I'll be back to tie
up some loose ends, all right?

My only mission is to give
us both peace of mind.

Just get out of my head.
I need to think about things.

Okay. I'm gone.

No...

Claire, right?

Uh, yes.
Do I know you?

No. My name is Ted.

A friend of Ian's.

- No, I don't know Ian.
- Well, how do you know me?

I don't. I'm a detective.

You're at the wrong place.

Yeah, look, I...
I don't wanna be here

as much as you don't
wanna be here.

But for whatever reason, I am.

- So, if you can help?
- With what?

- What do you do?
- I do corporate mergers.

And your clients, mostly men?

Yes, I...

close best with men.

Have a little fun along the way.

It's nothing too serious.

How I prefer it.

No attachments.

I see.

Now, sorry to be rude,

but I do have
an appointment soon.

Unless you have
anything substantial...

I really gotta go.

So do you.

All right.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Maybe if you teach me
how to use a gun,

I could let you in
on some trade secrets.

Can't on the gun.
What kind of secrets?

See you soon.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Where'd you go?

Oh, shit.

- Got enough for me?
- Oi, you, how'd you get in?

Oh, shit, I forgot to close the door.

Yeah. Sorry to interrupt
your buffet here.

I let myself in.
Name's Ted.

- I'm a detective.
- Look, I don't want no trouble.

- You got a warrant?
- I didn't say you were in trouble.

- Feeling guilty already for binge eating?
- Look, I don't want no troubles.

I cook for a living.

- Did Oliver get me in a mess?
- Oliver is not in my files.

You're on my mind.

I'm not into kinky stuff.

It looks like it.

For whatever reason,
I'm here.

You can see me and hear me
quite clearly,

so besides eating all day long,
do you even work?

Yes, I'm a chef.
What's it to you?

- You tell me.
- Hey, buddy, this is my house.

Relax, all right?
I'm not here to give you grief.

Bear with me
until I straighten this out.

I'll go.

When I'm back in the area,
I'll let you know when I'm around.

This better not be
a prank or something.

I'll be on my cousin Oliver.

Yeah...

it's... it's not.

Thanks for today.
I'll see you soon.

Ted who?

Whoa, whoa.

- Who are you?
- I'm not here to cause any problem, brother.

You a shrink?

They sent you?

My name is Ted.

- How did you do that?
- Ready to talk?

What happened
to the woman in that pic?

Your wife?

Girlfriend?

My girlfriend's dead.

Yeah.

I think that's why I'm here.

You think? Why?

To help you.

Go away, then.

All right, I'm not here
to harm you.

Leave.

I'll come back.

Think about it.

I'm here to help.

Go away!

Hey, Todd. What's up?

Jackie Simms is fighting to claim
the song you co-wrote is half hers.

No way.
I wrote that song.

All she did was sing the harmony
and the background vocals.

Come on.

That conniving bitch!

Her attorney
is pulling the label.

He's trying to block you
from releasing the song.

Damn it, Todd, fix it!

You know
how many Grammys I won.

I shouldn't even have to
remind you.

Call me with better news
next time.

Troubled waters?

Your voice...
it sounds familiar.

I heard it in the studio.

Yeah, that was me.

- You're Ruby, right?
- Uh, yeah!

- But I didn't see you then.
- But you see me now?

- Something you need from me?
- Yeah.

Look, I didn't mean
to scare you, all right?

I just need answers,
and somehow you...

well, you're one of the ones
that can see and hear me.

If you're going to spray me, rest assured that won't work.

Sorry. If you're wondering,
my name's Ted.

I'm a detective.

I'm not in trouble with you,
but somehow I can help?

As far as I know,
you're not in any trouble.

- I just know that you're one of the links.
- You're not a stalker are you?

I... I'm just trying to
understand what this all means.

Look, I get it.
You're a star, all right?

But, honestly,
that means nothing to me.

I'm just here to try
and solve this case.

What do I do to get you to go?

I told you the spray
wasn't gonna work.

The last guy tried using a gun.

I'll see you soon, all right?
I just need your help, Ruby.

Later.

No.

No...

Look, I...

I know I've been
distant lately.

I'm consumed by the work.

I'm really sorry.

What do you say when this is all over
with, we go on a family trip, huh?

Who's Ruby?
Sarah? Claire?

Are they part of your case,
or work is just so good with them

that you didn't have
the decency to tell me?

Come on, Darcy.

These are all somehow suspects.

All right?
And there's male suspects too.

I mean, surely you heard
those names.

You know that I don't get
that into my work

and I certainly don't cross
those lines.

I love you and the kids.

- What's going on, Ben?
- Honey.

Honey, please.

I... I love you,

All right?

And thanks for the ride.

Angel's waiting.

We'll continue this talk later,
okay?

- What up, brother?
- How did it go?

Eh, session got cut short.

Learned a few
new kung fu moves, though.

- Breaking any boards?
- Not yet. Soon.

So, what you got?

So, Henry...
self-made millionaire.

Started selling t-shirts
as a kid in the streets.

You know, became
a successful businessman.

Owns a lot of companies,
none of them in the red.

- He's profiting big-time.
- Mm.

Yeah.

Next.

Sarah, she's a nurse.

Inherited so much money
from her family,

she doesn't have to work
a day in her life.

She could cut a piece of that pie,
share it with thousands of people,

and leave a dent
in that bank account.

Never been married,
always lives alone.

She was red-flagged from the
government for tax evasion, though.

Mm, there you go.
We got some dirt on this girl.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she... she doesn't seem
to care about anything.

Shit, with that much money,
I wouldn't either bro.

Yeah, but there's more to it.

We're off to a good start.
Who's next?

Ruby, the airhead.

Pop star, though.
Won a lot of Grammys.

People she works with
tend not to like her very much.

Yeah, I know.
She's got an attitude for sure.

No doubt she's an airhead.
Anything else?

Yeah.

Several lawsuits over the years,
and none of them made it to trial.

Everything quietly settled
out of court.

- Uh-huh.
- What?

- Anything to do with song rights?
- Yeah, how did you know?

Overheard her
tearing up her lawyer

over some woman
she sang a song with.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Who's next?

Chuck, chef by day,
truck driver by night.

- Well, he told me he was a chef.
- Hmm.

- What kind of truck driver?
- Food.

Delivers food from food
distribution centers to restaurants.

Mm-hmm, yeah.
Food's that guy's habit.

Always around it
like a freaking animal

Disgusting.

- Jesus.
- Not a messiah, a hog.

- I think we got one more.
- Yeah. Claire Lee.

She's a professional buyer
for the main retailers.

Purchases
all the most current fashions

from the top designers
in the world.

Loves men, never with one.

Yeah,
it doesn't surprise me.

What else you got?

Yeah, she's left a trail
full of angry women.

Every man she comes around
with files for divorce.

She's got several defamation
lawsuits left and right

from these women
she left as divorcees.

Yeah, she got a habit.

- They all do.
- Mm.

Back to Henry.

No one's that perfect.

You gotta have some more dirt
on this guy.

He's got several employees who are
disgruntled over pay not being so good.

There you go.
He's greedy.

Great headway today,
brother.

- Can I ask you for one more favor?
- Sure, name it.

You take me to Laurel Crest
Church off of First Street?

What, you want to go meet Jesus now?

Since when the fuck
do you go to church?

Look, man, a pastor stopped
in the hospital a while back,

told me if I ever need
anything, I go see him.

I'm confused, how is this pastor
supposed to help you?

I don't know, all right,
but I'm willing to try anything.

I don't know, maybe... maybe he can
help me figure out these thoughts,

you know, these people
I'm connecting with.

Things that the neurologist and the
therapist can't seem to figure out.

Like I said, at this point,

I'm willing to try anything.

- All right, let's go.
- Let's do it.

Hey, Benny,
are you all right, bro?

Yeah, I just had some kind
of daymare or something.

Are you sure about
this church thing?

You don't want me
to drive you to the hospital?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Some weird episode.
This is where I'm supposed to be.

Mm, sure you don't
need me to hang?

No. Thanks, though.

You on go home or something,
all right?

I'm gonna take the bus
once I get out of here.

Talk to the holy man,
sort out my thoughts, you know?

- All right, brother.
- I appreciate you.

- Catch you later, man.
- Yeah.

Pastor Stephens, right?

Yes. How may I help you?

Uh, my name's Ted.

You had stopped in my
hospital room a while back.

You asked if you can say a prayer
and my wife politely declined.

Yes.
So, why are you here?

Well, I've been
thinking about it.

Uh, and, yeah, we're not
the church-going type,

but with what I've been
going through lately,

I guess I just figured it could help
more than hurt aside of my beliefs.

I appreciate your candidness.

- Could you explain what is troubling you?
- Yeah.

See, I'm a detective,

and I got hit on the head
on the job.

One of the bad guys.

Ever since then,
things just haven't been the same.

I see.
Not the same how?

I can talk to people.

They can see me and they can hear
me, but they can't touch me.

It's... it's kind of like
an out-of-body experience.

Do these people
request you or...?

No.

No, I just close my eyes
and I see them,

but only them.

Just the same six people.

Well, it would seem these
occurrences with these people

are out of the scope of my
abilities and knowledge.

I can only assume that you've been
assigned to them for a higher purpose.

But only God knows.

Shall I pray for you
and your answers?

Uh, no.

No, that's okay.

But thank you.

Love you.

Love you.

I know it's never a good time,
but I'm here.

A heads-up would be nice.

Sorry, but it seems like
you've upset quite a few people.

And who are you referring to?

Well, you've left footprints,

not literally,
but waves of angry women

after you've had
a taste of their men.

Can you put it
in any more of a vulgar way?

Not really.

Those men weren't happy to
begin with until I stepped in.

We just happened to work
where we eat.

Well put.

I'm a grown woman,
allowed to do what I want to.

I'm not breaking the law.

Yeah, true.

- You okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Itches from time to time.

Look, I think you're reaching
for something,

going down a rabbit hole.

Well, I disagree.

But, hey,
there's always room to argue.

But why argue when there's...

pleasure?

Let's chat later.

I could get us some wine.

No, thanks.

Maybe coffee another time.

I hate coffee.

Have you even left this room?

Yes, for the usual things
like grab some food

or take a bath.

Doesn't this ever get tiring?

No.

Not when you don't care
about anything.

You ever go see a doctor?

It's been a while,
but all that will do

is stretch my time
here on Earth.

So you're, uh...

just simply existing?

I have everything I need
until it's time.

Do you ever have
anything unusual

that's happened to you
that you can remember?

I have a memory
that I don't wanna remember.

Well, I can see that you don't really
care too much for yourself, but...

well, if I needed your help,
would you help me, Sarah?

For you?

Yes.

But I'm going to bed now.

Can we talk again later?

Yeah, no, I'll see you
real soon.

Time's running out for me.

I hope
this is a good time.

No, but what can I do?

You're gonna show up anyway.

Can we be civil
this time around?

No guns, just conversation?

If we get to your point sooner,
maybe.

What would your employees say
it's like the work for you?

I'm a business owner, the boss.

It's my understanding that
employees don't like their bosses.

Hell, I didn't like
my bosses when I was working

before I went out on my own.

What do you need, a job?
Someone complaining about me?

No.

Would you say
that you pay well?

I've gotta keep my costs
in check, or else I go under.

So, what is this about?

Somebody bitching about me?

No, I'm just trying to understand
you better as a person.

So, what do you got?

Well, I think you're selfish.

But who am I to judge?

- I still don't get it.
- You sell your soul for money?

You trying to piss me off, 'cause you're getting there.

I sacrificed a lot
to get to where I am today.

Who are you?

Do you hear that?

You bring one of your friends
you wanna tell me about?

No.

You talking to me,
or to him?

Him.

You can call me Ted.

I'm speaking
to my friend Henry.

Identify yourself.

You don't
belong here, Ted.

Leave.

You heard that thing.

Leave.

I'm going.

Thank God.

Wait, don't leave me alone
by myself.

Reminder, last time
you tried to tackle me,

you almost busted your jaw
against that brick wall.

How about we talk peacefully
like two grown men, yeah?

What do you want with me?

I told you I could help.

I'd be angry if I were you, too.

I know how it can tear you up inside
when you lose someone you love.

What do you get by helping me?

Simple. I help you,
it helps me.

We all win.

You cops are never there
when needed.

What makes you different?

I can't sleep.

That's what I want.

Somehow, by helping you,
I'll be able to sleep.

You don't belong here.

Hear it, too?

Hey!

See you.

Sorry to interrupt your flow.
We need to talk fast.

I'm being watched and I'm
pretty sure you are, too.

Huh, how comforting.

No offense,
I know you're talented,

but did you make some kind
of deal to get to the top?

If you're implying I slept my way here,
then you better get out of my sight.

N-no, that's not
what I'm suggesting at all.

Come on, we all make some kind of
deal to get what we want, right?

You're not welcome here.

Are you threatening me?

If this is another prank,
then it's gotta stop right now.

This isn't a prank.

This is what I was trying
to tell you earlier.

You've crossed the line.

So, I crossed the line!

Why don't you show yourself?

You won't
be around much longer.

You want to play that game?
All right.

Gonna see you soon, all right?
I promise.

Wait!

What are you doing
on the floor?

I slipped.

Just making the best of it.

Can you think fast?
Because we'll have a visitor.

When's the last time
you drove a delivery truck?

Years ago. Why?

- Why did you stop driving?
- I got caught stealing food.

You've been warned.

Show yourself!

Agent 23 reporting in.

Stone is not in sight.

Good times, huh?

You've always been
a great partner.

Whoa!

You surprised me.

Of course I'm loyal
to someone like you.

Yeah, thanks, man.

You know,
that means a lot to me.

Nothing but respect, brother.

Look, I really need your help

or you won't have
a partner anymore.

- What do you mean?
- I mean just that.

Reach out and touch
the back of my neck.

Shit.

Dude, what the fuck's going on?

I'm talking to you with my mind.

I'm just here in spirit.

I need to revisit
Psychology 101.

I don't know if I'm sure
what you mean.

What kind of people
like to play God?

- You mean the god complex?
- Yeah.

A sick, twisted narcissist.

What kind of people
are typically like that?

Hmm, the last time I checked,
rich, successful, powerful people

that allow their power
to get to their heads.

However, looking
at the religious aspect,

priests and pastors
seem to disturb me.

I like your thinking.

This is how we're gonna communicate
moving forward, all right?

My mind to yours.

If I stop talking,
meet me at the church.

- Church?
- Yeah.

I need to visit
Pastor Stephens.

- Is this regarding those people?
- Yeah.

Look, I think even pastors and priests
get the lines blurred sometimes.

This Pastor Stephens,
he'll talk.

Huh.

There's been this voice.

It's been coming into the rooms of
the people I've been visiting lately.

I don't know what or who it is,
but it's not good.

All right, brother.
I got your back.

- Yeah?
- 100.

Chuck.

Where are you?
Claire?

Chuck... George...
Ruby, can you hear me?

George?

- Pastor Stephens, you have a second?
- Oh, you're back.

Yeah.
I'm in a coma.

- I... I need your help.
- Oh, my Lord.

Look, I'm not asking you to pray
for me or anything like that.

I just need you to answer
a question for me if you can.

I'll do my best.

So...

in all these years,
you do this religious stuff.

You ever feel like, uh...

like you're God?

There are times when we,
as humans, get close,

because we aspire
to be like God.

I, myself, want to be like God
in the purest sense of the word.

And I know some of my brothers and
sisters have earned a bad name for God,

but I, myself, want to be like
God in the most innocent way.

And knowing what I know,
I could never exploit that.

What I know, as others do...

only one creator exists.

I see.

Did I help?

Yeah.
Thanks.

You think you can put in a good
word for me to get out of this coma?

Absolutely.
I'm here to serve.

Doctor!

Doctor! Help!

He slipped into a coma.

Can you bring him back?

I prefer it.
No attachments.

- I'm a self-made man.
- Unfortunately, these things happen.

And there's no safe way
of resuscitating him.

- Where am I?
- Baby, you're finally awake.

Has this all been a nightmare?

Tell me what's going on.

You've been talking
in your sleep for weeks.

I've been by your bedside.

Do you remember what I've been
saying in my sleep?

A few things.

I...

Yeah, I've only been here
in the evenings

and you haven't always
have been talking.

It's random.

Who else has been here?

Nova, the therapist;

Dr. Bryce, the neurologist;

Angel;

and a few nurses
and doctors passing by.

Have there been days where you've
heard me talking to you, but...

I've obviously been here
in the hospital?

Yes.

But I-I thought
I was dreaming, or...

maybe panicking, hoping.

Was that really you?

Let me think.

There's one night
that sticks out.

You were talking
to some female names

and explaining
how it was your job.

I didn't say anything
because I was angry with you.

But then I remembered you were at
the hospital, and I checked myself.

What are the names I mentioned?

Claire, Sarah, and Ruby.

I spoke to them.

They were all
just as confused as I was.

They could see me
and they could hear me.

But they couldn't touch me.

It was like I was a ghost.

I was trying to have them
help me understand

why I was talking to them.

Actually...

I think I'm really close
to the why.

It's like that bump
to the head

really triggered the telepathy.

What do you mean?
You can talk to people from far away?

Yeah.

So, um...

I won't be using
that cell phone anymore.

Love you.

Ben!
Dude, is that really you?

- Flesh and blood, brother.
- Aw, man.

Darcy just dropped me off.
I'm back for real.

But you just got out
of the hospital, man.

Have a seat.
How are you feeling?

A little tired, but on a roll.
I think we're close.

Look, you need to take
a day or two to recover.

I'm willing to do anything
for you until you're 100.

There's no time.
We need to go see the pastor.

You're gonna make a donation
for your recovery now?

You're always slinging
them jokes, huh?

- Hey, you know me, brother.
- Yeah, no donation.

Just need to understand
something.

- All right, let's go.
- All right.

- How can I help you?
- I'm Detective Ted, this is Detective Medina.

- Is there something wrong?
- No, not that we're aware of.

Just wanted to get your expertise
on this whole religious thing.

In other words, we need
your professional insight.

Well, let's see.
Where do we begin?

Well, respectfully, I've never been
a follower of any church or religion,

but one can't help but wonder when you come
across things that you've heard stories about.

I see, well, there are so
many stories in the Bible.

Which one would you like
to know about?

Sorry, I got that mixed up.

Sins. I want you to
tell me about sins.

The bad ones.

Well, besides the fact
that we all sin,

and can be forgiven by our God,

are you referring
to the seven cardinal sins?

I think so.
I'm a Catholic.

I kind of understand it,
but my partner here would like to hear

from a professional
such as yourself.

Yes, so I see.

And feel free to correct me if
I'm going down the wrong path.

You're referring
to the seven sins:

sloth, greed, lust, gluttony,
pride, wrath, and envy?

Yeah. So, you think
you can explain those

in a more than one word?

Well, remember,
these are at extremes

when actually committing
these sins.

Sloth is not caring
about anything whatsoever.

Greed.
Well, you know greed.

It's the selfish need to satisfy only
oneself without regards to others.

Lust is the immense sexual desire
to be fulfilled constantly.

Gluttony is the desire to eat
more than one really needs.

Pride is believing in oneself
that can never be wrong,

so they lack humility.

Wrath is rage and anger
so intense

that the desire to kill
or destroy is intentioned.

Envy is the ability to want
to emulate someone else,

an unhealthy admiration to be
or have what someone else has.

Mm.

So, Pastor, another question...

Do you believe
that you help these souls

or these people overcome their
sins through your services?

I try to, at least.

But this is not a perfect copy.

Everyone struggles with at least
one of these in varying degrees,

and some have more than one
that they deal with.

But in my experience,
it's not always severe.

I always try to humble myself and counsel
those in need with the utmost patience.

You think God carries out
recourse for these sins

or you think
it's a man-made endeavor?

Oh, do you mean does God punish

or does man deliver
corrective actions?

We think so.
Please continue.

This is something
we can talk about for days.

But in short, since I see you
two would like to get answers...

I believe
God is the overseer.

Now, whether or not God
issues corrective actions

or punishes those
or forgive them,

we'll never know until we pass.

Man, I've tried to take on
this responsibility for years,

and it's a difficult task,
but a fine line

that should be handled
delicately with wisdom and love.

Yeah.

Pastor, let me
reintroduce myself.

My name is Ben.

You came in my hospital room
a while back, and...

I visited you here
a couple of times.

Yes, I do remember.

You also came to visit me
in spirit.

- How are you doing?
- I'm better, thanks.

I just... I needed
to come visit you in person.

You had answered a really
important question for me, and...

- Well, I just had to make sure.
- What answer did I give you?

I had asked if you ever felt
like you were God.

You answered "no,"
I think in the right way.

Why the question about sins?

I'm investigating
a case right now.

Six of the people I've talking
to fit the sin descriptions.

I don't know
who the seventh one is yet...

but I know that someone else
is involved

and I know
that something is wrong.

I see.

I pray that you find
the answers

so you can move on peacefully.

We should
get moving, man,

unless you have
any more questions.

I'm good.

Oh, no, please.

If you would like to donate,

please leave it at the box
by the door on your way out.

- Thank you.
- Thanks so much, Pastor.

Goodbye to you both.

See you again soon?
Maybe in service?

Maybe.
Thank you.

So, what are you thinking?

Did you get your answers
from your pastor?

Yeah.

I think there's some sick,
twisted freak of a narcissist

messing with these people.

But whom?

I don't know.
You tell me.

I was just starting
to getting to know him.

Just starting to understand
who these people are.

And this voice came in and
intruded in on our conversations,

basically warning me
to stay away.

Huh.

So, let me get this straight.

You were in the hospital,
bedridden,

left your body,

speaking to total strangers
with your mind

through this newfound gift
of yours... telepathy.

Each one of them has a sin,
and there's someone else?

Yeah.
You got it.

So, you're looking
for two people.

One, the seventh sinner...

the other one eavesdropping
on your conversations.

Is that correct?

Yeah, I think so.

Are you sure you don't wanna
go back to the hospital?

- You think I'm nuts, huh?
- Oh, I don't.

It's just... it's really hard
to digest.

I mean...

really good at what you do.

You know, some sort of hero.

It's just I've never seen you
like this, man.

Yeah.

Look, I know this is all way
out in left field, all right?

But I need to know
that you're in.

I need to know
that you trust me.

I'm in, brother.

- Let's do this.
- Let's do it.

Agent 23 reporting in.

Bryce has not left the house.

- Hello?
- Hi, Nova?

This is Ben...
from the hospital Ben.

Ben? The bedridden patient in
a deep sleep with a concussion?

- Is this a joke?
- Don't hang up. I can prove it.

You teach martial arts
outside your home studio.

We spoke about my ability to
talk to people through telepathy.

When I visited you
in the hospital

and tried talking to you using my
therapy and didn't receive a response,

I believed there was nothing
I could do for you.

Then you started to visit me
in my sleep.

- I thought I was dreaming.
- No, you weren't dreaming.

This is a real call, all right?

I don't have much time.
I really need your help.

- When were you discharged?
- I wasn't.

I woke up today and left.

I remembered you helping me
with therapy

through our mental conversations,
so I looked up your number.

You should have been
properly discharged

to make sure
you're physically okay.

Look, I can't argue.
I feel fine, all right?

I just need you
to answer a question.

Okay.

If one person is having a telepathic
conversation with another person,

can a third person join in
on the conversation?

I mean it's very possible.

- Why? Is that the case?
- Yeah. Thanks.

I gotta go.
I'll talk to you soon.

Am I missing something?

Shit, man. What's up?
You couldn't sleep?

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

I don't mean
to parade myself on high.

What's up with the admiration
of me and my family?

I, uh...

think really highly of you, man.

I don't know what to say.

You sure you don't have
a secret to tell me?

Your admired partner?

I, uh...

I was caught years ago

before I was your partner
in identity theft.

I wanted to be,
like, this businessman.

Went a few steps too far.

Got popped by this agency,
federal division.

Gave me a second chance,
recruited me into law enforcement.

Have you been stalking me?

No.

I swear.

I've done therapy.

I'm much better now.

Look...

I never had a father in my life.

That's what happened
with this businessman.

He's still alive.
I never harmed him.

Look, when I became
partners with you,

things felt right.

Really, I look up to you, man.

I promise on my life,
I will always be there for you.

What was the payoff?

- Sorry, what?
- The agency that recruited you into the law enforcement.

What did you have to give up
not to get locked up?

My freedom.

What do you mean?

They're saying this doctor
surgically implanted a chip in me.

- Tracks what I do.
- Where's the chip?

Left elbow.

You remember
the doctor's name?

No, I can't remember.

How do you know?

I fell on my elbow,
broke the chip.

They haven't called ever since.

How often
do they have you come in?

Once a year,
check my vitals and all.

Something else must have happened
besides me breaking the chip.

I just forgot about it.

Remember
what did the doctor looked like?

Young, Caucasian, light eyes.

Why don't you take the chip out?

You think that's a good idea?

If you're willing
to find out, I am.

I got your back.

What now?

You, my friend, were envy.

Ruby was pride; Chuck, gluttony;

Henry, greed; Sarah, sloth;

George was wrath.

We need to do some research
on Dr. Peter Bryce.

Mind if I take a look
at your laptop?

Go ahead.

Right here.

Looks like Dr. Bryce
used to be a seminary student,

and he was kicked out due to
his radical religious beliefs.

From there, he went on
to medical school.

What does this mean?

It means that Dr. Bryce
was a fanatic.

- Still is.
- Mm-hmm.

He uses his medical skills
to employ his will on these people,

people that have been
busted by the Federal division

and more or less
sinned the agency.

You, my friend, were envy.

That broken chip has kept you
off their radar.

My guess is since
you're in law enforcement,

you're not too high up
on their list for checkups.

I think we just opened up a box.

Yeah, I need to contact
the others ASAP.

And then we find Bryce
and we hunt down this agency.

- Yeah?
- All right.

Partner.

Ruby, we need to talk fast
and we need to talk now.

You think you can give me
a heads-up?

I don't have time.
Your life's in danger as well as others'.

- I need you to be honest with me.
- What do you mean?

- Do you have a chip in you?
- Excuse me?

What did you get into that would
require you to have a chip implanted?

- How did you know?
- I have my resources.

If you don't take that thing out,
who's ever in charge can end your life.

I suggest you remove it now.

- You're kidding.
- Do you have one or not?

- I do.
- I'm not leaving until you to take it out.

- And if I don't?
- Then your life's in your own hands.

- I'm just trying to help.
- What if they would help?

The agency?
I have my team on it.

At this point, it's live, die,
or be enslaved forever.

Okay.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

- What do I do now?
- Get yourself washed up, all right?

I'll see you soon.

It's gonna be okay.

- Hi. Who's this?
- Hey, Ben. Chuck is gone.

So, what do you want me to do besides
call the ambulance and the force?

Go to Henry now.
Tell him I'll be in touch real soon.

Okay, got it.
On my way.

- Hey, Ben.
- Hi. Who's this?

It's Nova. You sounded rushed before
and I have some time to catch up.

Can you tell me what's going on?

Look, you need to stay away
from Dr. Bryce.

- I don't think you know how dangerous he is.
- What have you found?

He's killed one of my people
and I'm gonna need your help.

That's a very serious
allegation to make,

definitely with how many years
I've known him.

I know you have your history,
but I've recently come across

some information
that's pretty distressing.

You sound very confident
about this.

I really need you
to believe me.

I'll text you a name
and address.

His name is George.

Tell him you know me
and that I'll be in touch.

Okay, I believe you.
Send it over.

- Anything to help.
- Great. I gotta go.

Speak to you soon.

Sarah!

- Ted, you're here.
- No time to waste.

I need you to take
your chip out now.

- How did you know?
- I have my sources.

If you don't, you could die any
second, and I don't want to see that.

Wow, you're serious?
How can I die?

It's complicated, but basically they
can utilize the chip to end you.

They've been discovered
by me and my team.

I know you made some kind of deal,
but you're gonna have to break it

if you're ever gonna have
your freedom.

- Where's the chip located?
- It's on my neck.

Pull it out now.

- And now?
- Just hang tight. I'll see you soon.

Ben, you've been
causing problems.

This ends now, Dr. Bryce.

- You won't have any friends left.
- Oh, yeah?

My partner Angel's on his way right
now, and his chip is gone.

So is George and Claire.

- Dr. Bryce?
- Bye.

Dr. Bryce!

Ben sent me.

Ben, George just died
right in front of me.

- Shit! Are you serious?
- No. He attacked me,

then he backed off
and just collapsed.

Call the police.
Tell them Ben Stone advised you to.

- Okay.
- Bye.

- Ben, here with Henry.
- Put me on the phone with him.

- Okay.
- Ben?

I don't care what you've done
in the past.

If you don't take that chip out
now, you're gonna be dead.

- There's already two, possibly three deceased.
- Your partner already told me.

- Pulled it out with my car key. Thank you.
- Good.

- Put my partner back on the phone.
- Okay.

- Tell me what to do.
- Go to the hospital.

- Meet me at Dr. Bryce's office ASAP.
- I'm on my way.

- You've arrived.
- No more.

Too late.

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

Fuck! Fuck!

No more is right.
Leave this alone.

Fuck!

This is Agent 27.

Bryce is nowhere in sight.

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