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Previously on "Sanctuary"....

Why didn't he just tell me
he was changing?

He didn't want anyone to know,
and l promised him no one would.

What's up?

Hey.

Hey.

So, l'm probably the last guy
you expected to hear from, huh?

Uh, not the last.

But definitely down there.

Look, l know you quit the force
and everything,

but damned if this one

doesn't have your name
written all over it.

Since when did you
start appreciating

my take on crime scenes?

The minute we rolled away
from this one.

A suicide two nights ago
in the River District.

Referred to Homicide
so we could vet the wife's claim

that her husband
shot himself in the chest.

The chest?

Men tend to shoot themselves
in the head.

Women usually favor the chest.

So l'm told.

Any other reason to think
this isn't a suicide?

Well, crime lab's
still processing.

Neighbors heard shouting.

No sign of break-in.

The wife and 1 7-year-old son
are the only ones who were inside.

She's claiming
the husband snapped.

Kid's not saying anything at all.

Well, that makes sense.
He's traumatized.

The shrink that took over
when you left -- Dr. Mehtar --

he's calling the boy
a high-functioning autistic.

Some kind of syndrome
or something.

Asperger's.

That's the one.

Okay, so you've got
a troubled teen

and the possible suicide
of his father.

Not getting why you called me.

l thought maybe you could
make some sense of this.

The kid draw this?

Yup.

He was drawing it
when the shooting happened,

according to the mother, anyway.

Does these
in less than a minute, l'm told.

And he draws them
without looking.

Wow.

He's quite the savant.

Yeah.
Here, check out the rest.

Look at that.

So what does that tell you, huh?

This kid's insides
are twisted in knots.

He draws these from life.

lt's a joke.

Look, l just figured you were the guy
who loves all these oddball cases, so. . . .

Yeah, these are brilliant.

l mean, they're disturbing,
but they're brilliant.

Yeah, we found
hundreds more of them

rolled up on butcher paper
in the closet.

When can l talk to him?

l already got a friendly judge
to steer you the psych evaluation.

Ah?

One catch --
you've only got 48 hours.

So these are obviously
his demons,

nightmares brought to life.

l'm reminded
of Hieronymus Bosch.

His paintings were rife
with abnormals.

Was Bosch a friend of yours?

High school sweetheart
or something?

There is such a thing
as ��before my time.��

Really?

Cheeky monkey.

Okay, check this out.

Here's one l found
particularly interesting.

Oh, it's the Sanctuary.

Yeah.

Photographic in its fidelity.

Yeah, he must have used
computer imaging for this.

Cavanaugh said the boy
was home-schooled.

And apparently, the father wouldn't
allow him access to the computer.

Okay, so he copied a photo, then.

Well, the mother said
he flew over Old City once

on the only airplane trip
he ever took in his life.

10 years ago.

Yeah, exactly 1 0.
How did you know?

That's when we did the renovation
work on the North Tower.

Okay, but the part about
not needing to see the page,

how does that work?

Well, if the anecdotal evidence
is true,

then the boy must bypass
the role of ordinary sight.

There's not much doubt
about his being a savant.

He may well be more than that.

Now, the police
are obviously more interested

in how the father died than
in the boy's potential abnormality.

Understandably.

l've been given a temporary
pipeline to the case file.

We can get their forensics
in real time.

What about the family?

Cavanaugh's made arrangements

for the boy and his mother
to visit us here,

and l was hoping maybe
you'd have time to be part of that?

Wouldn't miss it.

Okay, cool.

Henry?

Food.

Henry?

They always did call you
a ��heartbreaker.��

From the time l had you
in a stroller.

Come on, those were old geezers
playing checkers in the park.

You didn't say anything
on the flight back from Rome.

ln fact, you haven't spoken to me
since we got back.

Yeah, well,
what's there to say?

Maybe that you're angry?
Feeling betrayed --

-Don't put words in my mouth.
-l'm trying to get words out of you.

Mom, l understand
what your motives were.

There were no good choices.
l don't fault you.

l wouldn't blame you if you did.

Okay, well, you were worried
about my feelings, right?

l put you in harm's way
with every swing of the pendulum.

But the truth is, Ashley,
l can't bear to see you hurt.

What really hurt wasn't the news.
lt was that it didn't come from you.

Our sympathies
for your loss, Mrs. Meyers.

Thank you.

My son will be along.

He found something to draw
in the garden.

He's not quite ready
to talk to strangers.

You have to understand Edward.
He's. . . .

He's a very, um. . .

. . .special boy.

We've seen his art.

We understand
how special he is.

He's done that
since he first picked up a crayon.

His subjects haven't always
been so dark.

He drew this of Robbie and me
when he was only 8.

Robbie's your other son?

Yeah.

He ran away when he was 1 4.

l'm sorry.

The file said that Robbie
got into trouble for starting fires?

Oh, no, no,
he'd stopped all that.

But Glen, he. . .

. . .drove him away.

Was your husband
abusive to all of you?

My husband was a good man.

He had his problems,
but he loved us.

Feeling love and inflicting pain
aren't mutually exclusive.

When you're a mother,
protecting your children,

that's all that matters.

Can you tell us what happened
the night that Glen died?

l woke up to the shouting.

You don't think l see it, huh?

Laughing at your old man?

Hey, you look at me
when l talk to you!

He'd been drinking .

l said look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!

l'm sorry.

Stop it! Stop it!

Put the gun down.

I was afraid the gun would
go off accidentally, and then...

...just like that,
he turned the gun on himself.

I caIIed 91 1 ,
but it was too Iate.

l realize now that. . .

. . .Glen would never
have hurt Edward

or anyone else.

This wasn't the first time
that he'd tried to take his life.

lt was. . . .

Just so you know,
the evaluation with Edward

may take a few sessions.

But. . . .

l'm at my wit's end, honestly.

l have to deal
with the funeral arrangements

and Edward, he's. . .

. . .scared to sleep in the room
where it all happened.

You're welcome
to leave him in our care.

Oh.

How's it going?

My name's Will.

l think your artwork
is pretty awesome.

l've always admired
people who can draw.

l could never get much past
stick figures myself.

Edward?

Dr. Magnus
and Dr. Zimmerman, um. . . .

They're going to take care of you
for a couple of days.

No, no, no.

Just give me time to do
everything that l have to do.

Edward. . . .

lt's okay.

lt's okay, it's okay.

lt's okay.

Come here.

lt's gonna be okay.

Any luck with Henry?

He still won't
come out of his room.

This has been
the rudest of awakenings.

l worry that he will
keep spiraling down.

We can provide every support,

but only Henry can come to terms
with what he's becoming.

lt's nice to see you, Henry.

l know l've been M lA.
l'm sorry about that.

l more than understand.

lt's not like you didn't warn me
this day was coming.

Doesn't make it any easier,
though, does it?

l've been catching up
on some research

that's long overdue
on my, uh. . .

. . .bad self.

l never wanted
to know any of this.

Just figured if l ignored it,
it'd just go away.

You know? Kind of like
having some disease.

But being all about denying it.

This isn't a disease, Henry.

l can't sleep
and smells are out of control.

Food tastes terrible.

We both need to figure out
this phenomenon.

You weren't there.

You weren't there
and you didn't see it!

lf anything had happened to you,
l would never have forgiven myself --

Well, something did happen to me,
and all l know is, l can't control it.

Not as yet, no, but --

Look, doc, l have spent my adult life
working with abnormals,

learning to accept them,
even appreciate them.

But now l am one. . .

and l'm terrified.

l often wonder
what would have become of you

if l'd left you on the moors. . .

. . .to be raised by your kind.

Well, at least that way
l wouldn't miss being human.

Oh, Henry. . . .

Yes.

l saw your light was on.

Am l disturbing you?

Mind if l come in?

Where do these come from?

These creatures?

From here.

Does it help to draw them?

Make it less scary?

There were pictures
of Robbie, too.

Your brother.

You must miss him a lot.

When you drew
that picture that night,

of the monster holding the gun?

Did you see what happened?

How your father died?

l can't think.

Okay.

Maybe we can talk again
when you're not so tired.

Good night.

Mm. . . . Huh.

Don't worry, Edward,

this machine simply measures
your eye movements while you draw.

What do you want me to draw?

Anything from memory.

ls there something
you'd like to suggest?

Doesn't matter.

All right, um. . . .

Have you ever been
to Chinatown?

When most people see,

their focus shifts
from one area of interest to another.

When we remember,
we interpolate, we fill in the blanks.

Which is why eyewitness testimony
is so notoriously unreliable.

Exactly.

Now, Edward's visual apparatus,
on the other hand,

acts more like an image scanner,

rapidly moving in parallel sweeps,
and then archiving.

So he really is a living computer.

This rendering took less
than a minute from start to finish.

Wow.

The detail is extraordinary.

With respect,
this is what's extraordinary.

l asked Edward to concentrate
on one portion of the scene --

this area here.

And then, a zoom on the zoom.

ln this case, a face,
just barely visible in the shadows,

becomes this.

Okay, so,
l'm not sure l get this.

Edward's got this ��Where's Waldo�� thing
going on with abnormals?

And that's assuming there wasn't
an abnormal in the doorway.

Perhaps he sees the monster
that lurks beneath.

So what are you saying?

He detects the abnormals
amongst us?

Or simply the true personas
of damaged people.

So an abusive father
becomes a monster.

Exactly.

Hey.

You don't have to turn it off.

l've seen it.

ls this where
some of them come from?

The monsters?

l draw what l see.

You know, l see them, too.

Really?

We actually have
a lot in common, you and l.

Hmm.

Details jump out at me,
things that go right by other people.

Like right now,
l can see signs

that you're afraid
to tell me what you know.

That drawing
from the other night. . .

. . .the creature. . .

. . .that was your father.

Mmm. . . .
He wasn't always like that.

He could be nice.

He wasn't nice that night.

To scare me.
He'd never hurt me.

You're seeing it.

You don't know what l'm seeing.

Of course not.
Your thoughts are yours.

Mine are mine.

You only share them
if you want to.

How did he die, Edward?

-Was it Robbie?
-No.

-Did he come back?
-No.

Then why are you
thinking about him --

You said
they were my thoughts.

How did your father die?

Did Robbie shoot your father?

Hey! You look at me
when l talk to you!

l said look at me!

l thought l was going to die.

l grabbed the gun.

l didn't mean to kill him.

We've been able to verify

that your body has entered
a new metamorphic phase.

Everything we know
about proteins tells us

they continue to evolve
over their lifetimes.

There may be powers
or abilities that you gain

that we can't even hope to fathom.

lmagine a caterpillar
arresting its metamorphosis

before it becomes a butterfly.

You really think
it was a butterfly

that brought down
that snake creature?

Look, l can't account for myself
when l'm that thing.

And what if l hurt one of you?

l can't let that happen.

So you either
chain me up in the shoe

or you tell me
how l can stop all this.

l need to know
what my choices are.

There is a surgical remedy,
but it's not without its risks.

lt involves excising portions
of both the pituitary and pineal glands.

lf it'll keep me human,
then bring it on.

l want you to think about this
long and hard, Henry.

Okay.

Done.

lt could well impact
who you are, how you think.

What, is it some kind
of lobotomy or something?

No, certainly not.

But could it blunt your intelligence?
Alter your personality?

We just don't know.

Promise me you'll think about it.

the less l believe both Ruth's
and Edward's accounts.

You think they were
both covering for Robbie?

Just a sec.

Hey.

Hey. Nice work.

The stain on her robe
was a dead match

for the gun oil on the weapon.

She obviously wiped it down.

l'm getting heat
to book her just on that.

Look, hold off, okay?
l need a little more time.

Come on, talk to me.

l saw some things
in the crime-scene photos

l'd like to check out on-site.

Ooh, l thought we were
going to keep

the investigation side
of this discreet.

-Hey, you came to me, remember?
-All right.

Oh, and you should know,

Ms. Meyers tried to take possession
of her husband's body.

Had a quick cremation all planned.

Well, the M.E.
didn't release it, right?

Well, of course not.

But it doesn't do much
for the trust factor.

WlLL:
See, this just doesn't feel right.

That's why l need
to see the apartment.

l'll call the wife,
let her know you're coming.

Okay, thanks.

Please. . . .

Dad? Dad!

Please let me out!

Oh, God. . . .

Oh, God. . . .

Oh. . . .

lt's not what you think.

What about Robbie?

He got the brunt of it, didn't he?

What did Glen call it?
Discipline?

ln my experience,
it's often a cover for cruelty.

He threatened you, didn't he?

He. . . .

He said he'd take the boys,
take Robbie and Edward,

if l ever tried to leave him.

The file said that you didn't
report Robbie as missing

for almost five days.

Glen didn't want to go to the police,
in case Robbie showed up.

Then you'll appreciate
how important it is

l report any new evidence.

But you. . . .

Oh, please. . . . Oh. . . .

Will, l wasn't entirely comfortable
with you making it sound

as if the Sanctuary
were an arm of law enforcement.

Well, l had to push her
to get at what she was hiding.

The unraveling
of who killed this man and why

may well yield a treasure trove
of information about this abnormality.

But make no mistake,

l will not help
compound an injustice.

So, what are you saying?

That we withhold evidence
from the authorities?

lf it's in service of preserving
an extraordinary life like Edward's

or the mother who tried
to protect those sons?

You'd better know that l would.

Then l guess one of us
is going to be uncomfortable.

Either way, it's down to us
to sort out what really happened,

and that means finding Robbie.

l've been thinking,

Edward has a pixel-perfect record
of his father's death.

He says he doesn't remember
what happened.

Well, he was able to retrieve
one image from that night.

His father pointing the gun.

You recall l was talking
about the interpolation of data

to make our memories complete.

Yeah.

lf we could get Edward

to render key moments
surrounding the fatal shot,

Henry could program the computer
to fill in the missing frames.

So we'd have a movie
of the crime?

Or as near as you can reconstruct
from a person's memories.

Huh.

There's just one problem.

Edward doesn't want to remember.

There's no harm in trying.

Ah. . . .

I've made up my mind.

l saw the way
that kid looked at me,

and if he can see it, then it's
not far from surfacing again.

l want this thing gone.

Despite the risks
we've talked about?

That would be correct.

Very well.

l'll schedule the surgery.

Henry. . . .

l think about what you're about to do
and it scares me.

Well, you get a look
at that thing inside me,

and it'll scare you even more.

l just don't want to lose
the Henry l know.

Look, l'm not real thrilled
about it either, Ash.

But no matter what l do,
l'm going to wind up different.

Yeah, but, dude,
maybe the abnormal different

isn't as bad
as you think it might be.

Come on, Ashley,
you're not talking to an amateur here.

We've both seen the ugly side
of the abnormal world up close.

We've also seen its wonder.

lts beauty.

You said your father
aimed the shotgun at you,

and that you pulled it away
and shot him.

Can you show us that?

Mm. . . .

Edward, this is a right hand.

Why is it on the left side
of the image?

Hmm. . . .

This isn't your hand, is it, Edward?

This right hand has a scar on it.
Yours doesn't.

l'm guessing this was Robbie.

No!

lt's all right, Edward.

Was Robbie the one
your father was threatening?

Your mom and dad issued
a full description of Robbie

when he went missing.

This scar was one
of the distinguishing marks.

lf he was the occupant
of that little room under the floor,

he'd have more than enough
reason for payback.

l told you it was me!

Right now, they're this close
to charging your mother

for tampering with evidence.

And that charge could turn
to murder like that, unless we can. . . .

Edward!

lt's okay.

Robbie?

Edward, Edward!

-You got him?
-Yeah.

What's his condition?

Still guarded.

He suffered
a grand mal seizure.

There's still a threat
of subarachnoid hemorrhaging.

l'm sorry.

lf l hadn't have pushed him so hard,
none of this would've happened.

No neurologic deficits
have surfaced,

but clearly, now we have to err
on the side of caution.

What the hell did we see?

The dark side to his power.

lt's like his eyes
were shooting out heat bursts.

That would explain the scorch marks
on the walls of that chamber.

What about the marks on Ruth?

I can't imagine that Edward
wouId have infIicted those.

At least not intentionally.

What if it was the husband?

Maybe they weren't
cigarette burns at all.

The M.E.'s file
said there was evidence

that the father
suffered seizures as well.

lf the father was an abnormal,
he probably passed it on to Edward.

The father's abnormality
was the burning-eyes power.

Hey, what if he could sense
when it was coming on?

And had himself locked away
to protect his loved ones, yes.

Glen Meyers may have
built that chamber for himself.

lt's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Listen, l know l pushed you
to places in your head

that you weren't ready to go.

-l'm sorry if --
-You don't have to apologize.

ls there anything l can get you?

My sketch pad.

l don't think
that's such a good idea.

My mom didn't do it.

l can show them.

So obviously, you don't agree
with my decision.

Not for me to pass judgment.

What would you do?

l'm not the one trying
to purge his abnormal nature.

But if you could.

Deny who l am?

Why?

l'm not ashamed.

Well, l'm not suggesting
you should be, but. . . .

But what?

l've spent a lifetime
more or less human.

You have yet to discover your gift.

You think turning into that
mongrelized human is a gift?

Okay, that thing
between my teeth?

That's my foot.

You only see the curse in it.

Every gift comes with one.

What's your curse?

Mm. . . .

Now, you are
on this journey with me.

lt's something you'll discover.

Difference between you and me
is you can control your power.

Yes.

And in time, so will you.

Now get to work.

Now, if you feel
the slightest bit uncomfortable,

or you want to quit,
just let me know, okay?

l think l'm pretty much
ready to go here, boss.

Understand that the computer

tries to maintain the laws
of both physics and psychology

when filling in the blanks.

lt's not without its flaws.

Edward!

lt's not safe.

lt's not safe out there.

No, that's what he wants
you to believe, but --

You get away from him, Robbie.

You're not taking him away!

There's nothing out there
but shame and hate.

l know. l've seen it!

He deserves a Iife!

You get the hell out of here,
Robbie!

l never want you
to experience. . .

. . .the pain that l did.

-l'm so, so sorry!
-Dad. . . .

Dad!

Dad, please, stop!

Yeah, we still can't see
whose finger's on the trigger.

Robbie's body's blocking it.

Just wait.

There.

The reflection in the mirror
captured it all.

Let go!

Let go of the gun, Dad!

Stop it!

Mom!

Robbie lets go of the gun, and. . . .

Get back.
Dad. . . .

Let go of the gun!

Stop it, please! Dad!

The father didn't
have to pull the trigger.

He ignited the charge
directly with his eyes.

-Hey, watch the car.
: You watch it!

Did you bring the evidence?

Missing persons, Robbie Meyers.
Unsolved. Right there.

-Look, l know you want answers --
-Yeah, tell me about it.

What's the matter?

The case, our case, was pulled.

Erased. Eradicated.
Everything.

The files, crime lab,
ballistics, everything.

The coroner had to surrender
the husband's body

to a caravan of black 4 x 4's.

Sent by whom?

Whatever's happening here
is way above my pay grade.

Someone. . . .

Someone powerful finds Edward's family
very, very important.

What? Too paranoid?

Welcome to my world.

For all we know,

Robbie could be blaming himself
for his father's death.

We've got to try and find him.

He could be hiding
out of pure fear.

You know, l understand that.

Magnus says you're, uh. . .

. . .going through with the surgery.

Yeah.

Listen, if l start growing man boobs,
l'm depending on you to tell me.

Who knows, you might look good.

Hey, this belonged to the boy,
right? Robbie?

Yeah, l guess so. Why?

Just wondering.

Your mother should be here
in a couple of hours.

What about Robbie?

We're making
every effort to find him.

Why were you so afraid to tell us
what in the end you showed us?

Mom always said
it would be the end of us all

if the world ever knew about him.

Well, you don't have
to fear that now.

-Hello?
-Dr. Magnus, it's Henry.

Where are you?

l'm very close to Robbie Meyers.

Henry said Robbie's
been living down here all this time.

Robbie!

l told you he'd be coming,
didn't l?

l've missed you so bad.

lt's okay.

We can both go home now.
Mom's waiting.

Will. . . .

This is yours?

Come in.

You haven't forgotten
about today, have you?

Oh, l didn't forget.

l just kind of changed my mind.

You don't want to go through
with the operation?

No.

No, l don't.

May l ask why?

l'm not sure if there
is any one reason.

l thought about Edward, Robbie,

what l might contribute
if l gave the powers a chance.

l guess l thought
about some butterflies.

Wow, l can't believe l just said that.

Neither can l.

Doesn't sound like you.

l guess you can say
l'm a changed man.