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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

Oh, my God!
Where did you get this?

I have my sources.

I should be able to ace
that fellowship now.

I can't wait
to show Kristy.

She doesn't get
my thesis project.

I don't think
your sister likes me.

Kristy's clinically
depressed.

She doesn't like anybody.

Do you feel like that,
like, about me?

Are you nuts?

Jack, meeting you is, like,
the single greatest thing

that's happened
in my entire academic life.

She's just a student,

she's not gonna do
anything with it.

Hey, Jackie boy.

Jack, come and dance with us.

Later, girls.

How do you
know those girls?

Are they pros?

No!

Thanks to Dr. Dre
and Fat Joe,

chicks dig big guys.

What, are you jealous?

Just curious.

Come on, Jackie boy.

It's worse than last time.

Yeah.

You gotta get into it
before something happens.

I gotta go.

Okay, I'll call you later.
Bye.

Hey, Teddy!

Look at me!
My count's way up!

I'm back!

All right.

What the hell
are you doing?

Oh, hey, Kristy.

I was just
throwing something away.

Is Sarah home?

You oughta know
she has a class.

Creep.

You don't even know him.

I know he was
in our trash.

And he gave you
a very creepy book.

He was in our trash?

What's funny about that?

You wouldn't understand.

But it's very sweet.

He has a crush on me.

It's a sheet of ice.

I could have killed myself
slipping on it.

Kristy?

Sarah?

Girls?

It's Mr. DeSilva.

It's freezing in here!

Somebody drained
the radiator.

What is it?

Madre de Dios.

Two sisters.

Younger one's a grad student
at Hudson.

The other's a web designer.

Damndest thing
you ever seen.

What's with
the Arctic chill?

The windows were left open

and the radiators
were drained.

-Pretty smart.
-Cold keeps the stink down.

Takes longer
to find the body.

The super saw the older one,

Kristy,
getting her mail Friday.

Condensation.

Cause of death, suffocation?

That's EMS' guess.

It's like being buried alive
in cellophane.

Place doesn't look like
it's been touched.

All the action's in theother girl's room, Sarah's.

Now we're talking.

These girls have boyfriends?

Super says no.

They were nice,
quiet girls.

Well, they are now.

Another suffocation.

She has some kind of ash
on her forehead,

same as the other girl.

We got missing books,
computer.

desk that's been
cleared out.

Whatever these girls
were working on,

someone was after it.

She was a grad student.

Maybe she had an office
over at the college.

Coping mechanisms.

Kubler-Ross.

So her area of research
is death?

It's how people use
magical thinking

to deal with
the uncertainties of death.

Magical thinking.

So, you can control eventswith your thoughts.

Or with ritualistic
behavior.

It's like crossing yourself
when you pass a hearse.

Yeah, she's got that one here along with

getting your throat blessed

so you don't choke
on a fish bone.

That doesn't work?

You ever see Sarah
talking to anyone?

Or does she just get
all her research from books?

Well, she told me she'd met
a very exciting source.

And he'd given her a copy
of what she called

The Book of Secrets.

On the phone
she was over the moon.

No wounds, no bruising.

No sign they struggled.

And they were alive

when they were wrapped
in plastic.

No struggle?

What were they, drugged?

No, there's nothing
on the tox screen.

We'll do more tests.

There is ash
on their foreheads.

Frankincense.

And almond oil
on their lips.

Some kind of last rites?

A killer worried about
their afterlife?

He should worryabout his own.

You contacted the parents?

Yeah, they're flying in

from Illinois this afternoon.

A couple
of college professors.

Last talked to their daughters
a week ago.

No boyfriends,
no new people in their lives.

On Friday, the last day
those girls were seen alive,

they got three calls
on their land line

from a pay phone.

Somebody checking
to see if they were home.

You getting anything
off her notebook?

Maybe a draft
of a questionnaire.

"What do you imagine happens
when you die?

How do you think you might
stop yourself from dying?"

She got answers from a woman
named Grace who believes

"We all come back as birds
and that she'll have

a peaceful transition, because
she feeds the birds."

It could be that Sarah
met her research source

from passing around
that questionnaire.

Sounds like
the kind of questions

you'd ask
terminally ill patients.

Check with hospices,
cancer clinics.

Find out where she conducted
those interviews.

Her doctor said
she let it go too long.

Well, they told my dadthe exact same thing,

and he's totallyin remission now.

I know somebody who...

Robbie, can I
talk to you?

Hey, Jacky boy,
don't I rate a kiss?

If you know
what's good for you,

you'll forget
you ever met me.

Sarah had
a really nice way about her.

Our patients
all seemed happy

to talk to her.

Do you know which one
she interviewed?

You're welcome
to ask around.

Hi.

I just thought
you should know

you've got seeds
falling out of your pocket.

Don't worry,
I won't tell anyone.

What you got in there?

It's a parakeet.

I saw him in a pet shop
on my way here.

And there was something...

oh, familiar about him.

Familiar?

I think
it's my late husband.

But he's a young bird,

and he doesn't know how to talk yet.

So I don't know
for sure.

Your name is Grace?

Yeah, we know about you
through Sarah Jackson.

She's gonna
write about me.

Do you know if Sarah
had any other friends here,

a man, maybe her age,
a little bit older?

I supposed she was friendly

with Mrs. Alexander's helper,
Jack.

She spent a lot of time with Mrs. Alexander

and Jack was always there.

Mrs. Alexander died
a few days ago.

Mrs. Langley?

The doctor's ready.

They want to see how
I'm fighting the cancer.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Jack!

I wasn't stealing.

I was just helping
pack up the house

for Mrs. Alexander's family.

Um, packing up,
that's part of your duties

as a Licensed
Vocational Nurse?

It was one last thing
I could do for Mrs. Alexander.

Mm.

I wouldn't steal
from the dead.

Your girlfriend Sarah

was interested in rituals
surrounding the dead.

I'm friends
with lots of girls.

I'm like
a chick magnet.

Sarah was special,
though,

wasn't she?

Well, we know
she was special

because we found this
in your wallet.

She gave me that.

When a girl gives a guy
a lock of her hair,

it doesn't look like this.

This is, like,
a tangled up

bunch of hair
that somebody found

in a hair brush
then threw it in the trash.

And that's where
you found it.

Yes.
I know it's weird.

You know what's weird?

That's weird.

And that's weird.

Somebody wrapped
her and her sister up

in plastic
and suffocated them.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

You had a crush on Sarah

so you tried to fit her
into your life.

Maybe helping her with her research.

No.

Not at all.

How long do you think
it's gonna take

for someone to tell us
they saw you there

last Friday night when
those two girls were killed?

I wasn't there on Friday.

I went there on Sunday.

She wasn't at school.

She wasn't
answering her phone.

Nobody was answering
her buzzer.

I saw all her windows
were open.

I don't wanna talk to you anymore.

Okay, let's take a break.

You must be hot
in that jacket.

-No.
-I'll hang it up for you.

I'm okay.

Come on,
you're practically sweating.

Come on, let me
get this jacket.

We'll hang it up outside
for you.

Well, he's easy to rattle.

Killing those girls,
no prints.

No fibers.

Still gives the impression

of a guy
with a lot to hide.

Well, he gave his address
as Mrs. Alexander's house.

But there's no evidence
of him living there.

If he's feeling anything,
it's fear.

What the hell?

Cocoons.

Remind you of anything?

As executor,
I hired Jack Strong

to make an inventory
and help pack things up.

He knew where
everything was.

God knows Mrs. Alexander's
children didn't.

Well, how did Jack come

to be working
for Mrs. Alexander?

He was referred by her visiting
nurse, Lydia Wyatt.

Mrs. Alexander leave Jack
any money in her will?

No, she left it all

to the children's
cancer center at her hospital.

But one day sixth months ago

she announced she was
giving away 10%

of everything she owned,
in cash.

To who?

She just said she wanted
to dole it out

as she saw fit,
no questions asked.

Thank you, Mr. Krebs.

10%.

Sounds like
she was tithing.

Maybe buying God's favor?

The lawyer confirmed
Jack was being paid

to pack up the house.

If we want Carver
to hold him,

we better
come up with something.

Tell me those
cocoons in his pocket

are an endangered species.

No, they were Sphinx moths.

A symbol of death
in ancient Egypt.

Well, that'll mean
a lot to a judge.

Look, even if this guy
didn't kill

those girls,

at the very least,
those cocoons mean

he might know who did.

Okay, maybe his paperwork
gets lost for a day.

One day.

Make the most of it.

One day.

Wanna spend it
with Nurse Lydia Wyatt?

Well, of course I'm acquainted
with Jack Strong.

We had a patient in common,
Mrs. Alexander.

Is he in trouble?

We're holding him
on suspicion of burglary.

And since you referred him...

Let me settle my patient.
Wait here.

I'm still holding it.
Can I let go?

I asked you to wait.

What is that,
a seashell?

I'm supposed
to hold it like this.

He's making a fist
so I can draw blood.

You can put it
down now, Teddy.

He's a little
out of it.

He just got back
from chemo.

Now, about Jack...

Uh, yeah, well, just...

you know,
some basic information

like his address,
for example.

Don't know.

But he had
excellent references.

Where'd you meet him?

He was working
for one of my other patients.

He was very sensitive
to her process.

You mean dying,
that process?

Death is
a very personal experience,

very intimate.

Do you know if Jack
believed in the afterlife

or rebirth?

He never mentioned

any spiritual beliefs
of any kind.

Now, I need to finish with Teddy.

That seashell
that Teddy was holding,

Sarah's got one like it
in her notebook.

A spiral,
symbol of eternal life.

Jack must have
told Sarah about it.

And he probably got it
from Lydia Wyatt.

That's three dots connected.

Four if you count
Mrs. Alexander

who died after
giving away

10% of her net worth.

Think she had a little help
into the hereafter?

Lydia's resume.

Graduated from nursing school
in 1993.

Since then she's worked
in nine different states.

All that moving around--
Unusual for a nurse.

What do you say
we get the ME

to pull Mrs. Alexander
out of the ground?

I appreciate
all you've done, Lydia.

But I'm not sick anymore.
I cured myself.

You always feel very
enthusiastic, Teddy, remember?

Robbie's all I need now.

Well, you call me
if you need me.

I won't.

I'm all well.

See?

Mrs. Alexander's cancer
had metastasized

throughout her body.

There's no doubt
that's what killed her.

Anything on the tox screen?

The body had been
pretty well embalmed.

I couldn't get any readings.

The last
eight months of her life

it looks like
her white blood cell count

fluctuated pretty frequently.

Could be the chemo.

Thank you, Doctor.

A natural death.

We exhumed her for nothing.

Now that Jack Strong's files

have been
miraculously located,

I'm letting him go.

You're making a mistake.

He knows who
killed those girls.

Show me the evidence,
and I'll reel him back in.

Until then...

I can't knock you for trying.

Mrs. Alexander started
taking cash out of the bank

in late July.

10, 20 grand a week.

And then she stops
in late August.

Then look what happens.

September 12th
she gets her blood tested,

and her white blood cell
count is way down.

And here
on September 14th,

she takes 10 grand
out of the bank.

And here
on September 18th,

another test and bang,

her white blood count
is back up.

She keeps
taking money out

every week until December.

Then the same thing happens.

She stops paying,
she gets sicker.

And here again in February.

Once she starts
paying again...

she gets better.

Somebody's playing her health
like a yo-yo

to get money out of her.

Must be a trick
you learn in nursing school.

I understand how you
can make someone sick.

But make 'em healthy?

And since
Mrs. Alexander's autopsy

didn't turn up anything
other than the drugs

used in her chemotherapy...

Lydia Wyatt's working
on another cancer patient

right now.

You can guarantee
she's not extorting him?

What do you propose doing,

searching this patient's home
for secret potions?

We saw the same shell
in the patient's home.

Maybe it's part
of Lydia's bag of tricks.

And maybe Jack
was letting Sarah in

on the tools
of the extortion trade.

And that's what got
her and her sister killed.

I'll get you a warrant.

Mr. Mercer, are you okay?

Do you want us
to call you a doctor?

I got cancer.

There's nothing my idiot doctor
can do about it.

Nothing in the bathroom
that doesn't belong there.

Mr. Mercer, we have
to ask you some questions

about Nurse Wyatt.

Have you ever
given her any money

aside from her salary?

No, no money.

Has anybody given you
any medication

besides what's prescribed to you?

No.
Now, stop pestering me.

Look, sir, there's no
good way to put this,

but since we last saw you,
it's night and day,

and we're concerned.

It's just...

these son of a bitch tumors.

Yeah.

I haven't seen
that seashell around

that you were holding.

When was the last time
you saw Lydia?

I don't remember.

Well, who's taking care
of you?

My night nurse Maria.

Now please leave.

Who sits here?

Maria.

Maria?

Does Maria read magazines

on industrial design,
boating, and hockey?

Come on, Mr. Mercer,
you've got

a male nurse
taking care of you.

Is his name Jack Strong?

Please leave.
I beg you.

Okay, Mr. Mercer,
we'll leave you alone.

I can't make out the signature
on this delivery receipt,

but the LVN license number's
totally legible.

A lot of foot traffic.

What do you think,
a bake sale?

There he is.

Yup, that's him.

Robbie!

Robbie Paulson.

Yeah. Slow down.

I just wanna ask you
a few questions

about Teddy Mercer.

Uh, Teddy.
Sure, yeah.

I can't tell you too much
'cause of the whole

doctor/patient thing.

But I can tell you
he's a cranky old dog.

Yeah, well, we're worried
he's taking

non-prescribed medicines

from his other nurse,
Lydia Wyatt.

No, whatever she gives him,
it's definitely prescribed.

I'm very careful
about what he takes.

Hold on, hold on.
Stop, stop, stop.

If he was
taking something else,

would he tell you?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I think so.

He's a talker.
Tells me about everything.

A lot of patients
are like that

towards the end,
they open up.

Well, you're pretty
talkative yourself.

I bet you can cover
a whole range of subjects, huh?

I have a lot of interests,
so I have trouble

focusing on just one.

We noticed that.

I think I know why.

Yes, I have ADD.

I take medicine for it.

Actually, that's what
I was doing right now,

getting a refill
on my Ritalin.

Is there anything else?

It must be tough
for a young guy like you

administering to the dying.

It's something
I have to do.

I have no choice.

I have to go.

Go.
Go.

Hey, watch out!

What's in that thing?

Water.
It's just water.

He's not going home.

Maybe he was steering us
away from there.

Now I'm really curious.

Who lives here?

The healer.

Okay.

You wait outside?

I'll be with you
in a minute.

Welcome to my real job.

The other I do
for the money.

Oh, so you don't charge
for your services?

People pay
what they can.

The healing you practice,
your religion,

it's Voodoo?

Yes, I help believers
negotiate

with the spirits
to fix their health problems.

You ever use
any of those, uh...

herbs or powders on Teddy
or Mrs. Alexander?

I give them the medicines
prescribed by their doctors.

The medicines they trust.

Except for Teddy.

You gave him
a seashell to hold.

What's that for,
eternal life?

It helps
my patients remember

that life doesn't end
with death.

We just saw Teddy.

He doesn't look so good.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But I'm not
on his case anymore.

He let me go.

And now he's failing.

If you're convinced,
out of your own ignorance,

that I'm a danger
to my patients,

go ahead and look around.

Oh, well, as long
as you're offering,

let's start with
your nurse's bag.

It must defy
your expectations,

to find someone
with a college degree

doing this type of work.

It's actually easier
becoming a nurse.

This knowledge
is passed to you

from the women
in your family?

My aunties who raised me.

Here you go.
Thank you.

You pass this knowledge
onto anybody else?

Maybe Jack?

I would never share anything
with that boy.

He's too immature.

What about Teddy's helper,
Robbie Paulson?

We just saw him outside.

Robbie does
have a gift for healing.

He has a quick mind,
a natural curiosity.

And he doesn't judge
like some.

I have patients waiting.

Well, that's fine by us.

Here you go.

Uh, we're gonna take this.

And by the way,
if there is any...

bad medicine on your used
needles,

we'll be back.

Be careful, Detective.

You don't like
to be sick.

Did she just threaten me?

It's a warning.

This is a place
of healing.

It won't tolerate
your disrespect.

Hmm.

I know I screwed up.
Can't you talk to her?

No, Jack.

She thinks I've been
bailing you out too long,

that it's made you weak.

Weak?
I'm not weak.

I'll see you later.

Lab didn't turn anything up
on the used needles.

And the final tox report
on Mrs. Alexander

didn't show anything
unusual either.

Well, maybe Lydia didn't need
to give her patients drugs

to manipulate their health.

So she, what,

"transacted"
with the spirits?

Well, I think people
facing death

are very susceptible.

Lydia's smart,
she knew how to play 'em.

With, uh, Voodoo?

She had to have something going on

to have all those people

coming to her door.

What's her rep
in the neighborhood?

People are afraid
to talk about her.

It's unusual.

Believers of Voodoo respect
their chiefs and priestesses,

they don't fear them,

especially if they're
a good healer.

Maybe her neighbors
know something we don't.

Put the bloodhounds
on her.

Every state
she's worked in,

every job she's had.

Hey, Barek,

what's with you
and the Voodoo stuff?

I respect it.

Same as any religion.

The have a supreme God

and spirits that they can
negotiate with.

It's like...

my mother praying
to the Virgin Mary for a girl

or my father praying
to Saint Joseph for a job.

I didn't say I believed
in that either.

Yeah, but still,

my mother had me.

And my father
put three kids through school.

But Voodoo?

If white people
believed in Voodoo,

it wouldn't have
the stigma it has.

Logan.

Yeah.

Jack Strong, yeah.
What about him?

What?

Witness said he staggered
down the street

for three blocks
before keeling over.

Anybody talk to him?

No, they just
cleared out of his way.

Why, what was he doing?

Zombie walking.

That's what
the locals said.

Young guy,
no heart attack, no wounds.

No O.D.

You tell me.

Zombie?
Get out of here.

Well, what can I tell ya?

Died of undetermined causes.

Looks like a poisoning,
probably a neurotoxin.

Make sure you get
a nice big fat close-up

of his face
and send it to Carver.

This guy was our best shot
at a material witness.

Better off
staying in jail.

Are you all right,
Detective?

Hmm?

Yeah, I got a rash.

You mind if I look?

Go ahead.

It might be impetigo.

You feel feverish.

You want,
I could examine you.

Oh, yeah.
Well, maybe when I'm dead.

I got a cold, Rodgers.

Hey, didn't Lydia Wyatt
work in Maryland?

She was licensed there.

You know, this tattoo,
it looks a lot like

the mascot for
Maryland State University.

Yeah, that's our boy.

Real chick magnet, huh?

Now turn the page.

Robbie Paulson.

They had different majors,

there are
no classes in common,

different dorms.

Get this, both dropped out
after their sophomore year.

God.

You seen a doctor yet?

Yeah, those jokers
at the HMO.

They tossed a coin--

heads was Lyme Disease,
tails was shingles.

Well, it started right
after we saw Lydia.

She warned you.

Ooh, a spell.

Listen, what I don't believe
won't hurt me.

Hey, this is kind
of interesting.

Jack was hospitalized
for three days

during his sophomore year.

Same deal with Robbie
a couple of months later.

Three days.

A 72-hour hold
for observation?

Suicide attempts.

Campus health clinic.

Maybe this is
where they met.

Maybe this is
where they all met.

Check this out.

Well, well, well.

Here's our
great healer at work.

Back then she was known
as Lydia Esparza.

Married name?

Check out the faculty
in the back.

I think there
was a Professor Esparza.

Daniel Esparza,
cultural anthropology.

Lydia's creatures.

Nothing sexual.

Just lost kids who washed up
in her clinic.

They followed her around
like ducklings.

What's she
doing these days?

She has a healing practice
in Harlem,

and she does private nursing
for wealthy patients.

A foot in both worlds.
That's Lydia.

It's what got her in trouble
with the campus clinic.

Always recommending
folk remedies

to the students.

She said
her aunts taught her?

They were
well-known healers.

But they didn't think
Lydia had the gift.

It made her
a little unhappy.

I think she got over it.

After her aunt died,
Lydia took her book of recipes.

She told people
that her aunt's powers

had been passed down
to her

and started charging
for cures.

What she was doing
was dangerous.

I warned her.

Professor, you sound like
you're afraid of her.

You lost about 20 pounds
since these pictures.

Were you sick?

I caught some bug
traveling in India.

Is that around the time
Lydia left?

What'd she do to you?

Who knows?

They ran tests.

All I know is
I had a rash.

I started sleeping
20 hours a day.

Then I couldn't wake up.

That's when Lydia left.

A rash.

That's how it started.

Yes.

Red blotches?
Maybe a fever?

Yes.
Why?

It's a fluke.

Mike, you need
to see a specialist.

I know just the person
that you should see.

Oh, yes, I see.

I recognize.

Yeah?

Can you do something
about it?

I think so.

Did you touch anything
in that woman's place?

Just her nurse's bag.

Yeah, I touched it too.
Nothing happened.

What about that candle
she dropped?

I picked it up for her.

Oh, a gentleman.

That is how
she tricked you.

It's not ground up
toad stools, is it?

It's calamine lotion.

She put poison ivy oil
on the candle.

You have a very bad
allergic reaction.

Your doctor will give you
a pill for the fever

and your tummy ache.

Poison ivy.

Mama, this woman
might be responsible

for three deaths.

People have said that this guy
was zombie walking.

And we think
these two girls

were paralyzed
with a drug.

Puffer fish liver.

Very bad poison.

She probably found it
in the trash

of those Japanese places
where they eat raw fish.

Who is this woman?

Lydia Wyatt
in Sugar Hill.

She calls herself
a healer.

She's working off
a book of recipes from her aunt.

The Book of Secrets.

She perpetrate
this evil alone?

No, there's a young guy.

She has no power
of her own, just tricks.

She has to use his belief in her
to control him.

So much for Voodoo magic.

It's like any other religion, Detective.

The magic is in
the believer's faith.

The ME ran
another tox screen

on our three victims

and came up
with tetrodotoxin.

Puffer fish poison.

Puffer fish.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Well, that's not all.

On Sarah's hands,

the ME found traces of herbs.

Calamus root,
sida cordifolia,

betel nut, guarana.

CSU found traces of it
in her room

and everywhere she touched.

The mixture
was finely powdered

to be absorbed
through her skin.

What effect does it have?

Well, it has high levels
of ephedrine,

enough to give you
a buzz.

Jack gave Sarah a copy
of Lydia's book.

Our guess, and don't
fall off your chair,

he laced it
with that concoction

like a love potion.

Probably figured that would
turn him into a chick magnet.

Now we just have
to turn Robbie

into a witness
against Lydia.

A true believer like Robbie,

who's been enthralled
with her for eight years?

Mm.

You know, Lydia's more
a chemist

than she is a magician.

Maybe she gave her thrall
a little boost.

Robbie was very protective
of that water bottle.

We get a warrant
for that bottle,

maybe we can bring Robbie
along with it.

Uh, why are you taking that?

That's just water.

Yeah, is this
just water too?

What about that bag?

You leave those alone.

I'm finally
feeling great again.

I'm gonna kick this cancer
in the ass.

I'm sorry.

The warrant's good for any

non-traditional medicines
and supplements.

No, I need them.

Look, just leave him alone,
he's an old man.

Hey, hey, you making
a move on my partner?

No.
I think he did.

Get your hands
off of me.

You definitely need
to be arrested, my friend.

Come on.

The water contained
lithium carbonate

in sufficient concentrations

to induce a feeling
of well-being.

She spiked his water
with lithium?

All she had to do was
drive up to Saratoga.

Some of the
natural springs there

contain lithium carbonate.

What's more interesting is what she was giving

to her cancer patients along with the water.

This herb
is ground licorice root.

Yeah, and?

Licorice has
natural cortisone.

Boosts the white
blood cell count.

It actually makes
the patients better?

No.

But a high
white blood count

is one marker
of improved health,

and since the lithium
is making them feel better,

they convince themselves
they are getting better...

When they aren't.

And if they decide
to stop paying Lydia,

she takes away
their water and herbs.

And they start
feeling worse.

And when their
white blood count drops,

they think
they're dying again.

A cruel scheme.

You think
he'll talk about it?

Well, he's been off the lithium
for eight hours.

Okay, I was a pre-med
biology major,

but college
just wasn't for me.

It's too confining.

Your friend Jack
had trouble there too.

Here he is hiding
in the back row.

Yeah.

Uh, I'm really thirsty.

Do you think I could
get my water bottle back?

How long you been drinking
that special water?

Long time.

It's cleansing
and refreshing.

You ever wonder,
Robbie,

you a man of science,
what was in that water?

Because we sure did.

And what's in it
is lithium carbonate.

That's why it makes
you feel different, Robbie.

No.

No, it's because of what Lydia
puts of herself in it,

her healing power.

Um... I have
suicidal tendencies,

and Lydia keeps me
from killing myself.

Suicidal tendencies.
Yes.

Well, you made
one attempt in college.

It was a new school,
you had no friends,

your ADD to cope with...

You were overwhelmed.

Yeah, well, you may have
outgrown that by now.

If Lydia hadn't have been
doping you up all these years.

You don't understand her.

We understand what she does.

Our lab found tetrodotoxin

in Jack and in Sarah
and in her sister.

It's a poison

made from puffer fish skin and liver.

Come on,
you're a smart guy, Robbie.

It's cause and effect.

There's no
healing power here.

These powders and herbs...

No, no, no, no.
They are harmless.

Inert until Lydia transacts
with the spirits

that give them
healing properties.

Well, then how do you explain what happened

to Jack and the girls?

How did she heal them?

It was Jack's fault,
all right?

Jack was always
using Lydia's secrets

to get with girls.

The spirits were angry,

and they punished him
and his girlfriend.

The spirits, okay?

Now, that's all
I'm gonna say.

I'm really wanting
my water now.

Our man of science sounds
like a real whack job.

Not so crazy.

He hasn't said anything
to incriminate himself

nor Ms. Wyatt.

The magic is in
the believer's faith.

He believes that Lydia's

herbs and powders are harmless

until she imbues them
with power.

Gotta wonder if
she believes it too.

Don't worry about
your potions back home.

Our Hazmat team
will take good care of them.

It's not what's
in those jars

you should be
afraid of, Detective.

Oh, I got your warning.

Is that all?

The spirits are usually
less forgiving.

Oh, you mean
it could be worse,

like what happened
to the two sisters?

I had nothing
to do with that.

Your husband?

He disrespected my work.

He no faith in me.
The spirits paid him back.

Oh.

Sit there, Robbie.

So, here we are.

The sorcerer
and her apprentice.

Don't be so superior,
Detective.

On the contrary,
we're impressed

with the devotion you inspire
in Robbie.

He says you kept him
from killing himself.

I intervene with the spirits
on his behalf.

Their the ones
he owes his life to.

Owes his life?

Well, I heard there
was a great debt

to be paid for that.

How do you do that?

Oh, by helping the dying.

Is that what you meant by,
um, you have no choice?

Yes, I help their passage
to the spirit world.

And I help Lydia
with her healing mission.

And if you don't help her?

If Robbie were to stop helping,

that would mean he's stopped believing.

A spiritual death
is the worst death of all.

I keep telling
my partner that.

But I want him to see for himself

what a Voodoo healer can do.

We confiscated these

from your healing place.

I don't know
what they are, but...

Those are
medicinal herbs.

No, not according
to Robbie.

He says they're
not medicine

until you
make them medicine, right?

Well, I explained to them
about your work.

He told me these powders
and herbs are harmless

until you imbue them
with your healing power.

Again, it's the spirits
who do the work.

Yes, but you're the one
with the power to talk to them.

So I would
just like you

to show my partner,
you know, how you...

Like a Las Vegas magician?

No, I'm sorry.

That's degrading
to my work.

Yeah, well, spare us
the magic tricks.

I happen to believe Robbie
when he says

that these powders
are harmless

until you do something
to them.

And listening
to my partner's wisecracks

about Voodoo...

I'd like to shut him up
once and for all.

I don't know what
you're thinking about,

but I wouldn't
be doing that.

That stuff's poison.

Barek, wait.

Let her drink it.

You were about
to let my partner drink this,

so it must be harmless
like Robbie said.

Here.

Show them.

Drink it.

I'll drink it.

No!

This is poison.

It's poison, isn't it?

Don't you see
what they are doing?

You told me...

Now you know
what she is, Robbie.

And we weren't lying
about that water

she was feeding you,
either.

It's loaded with lithium?

How could you
give that to me?

On top of the Ritalin?

How sick did you
want me to be?

Robbie, be careful.

Stop it.
Stop it.

Tell us what happened
to the girls, Robbie.

Tell us what happened.

I can't protect you
if you break our trust.

She said...

She said that Jack
told her Sarah

wanted to meet
a real Voodoo healer,

so I went over there
with Lydia.

She told me to wait
while she went upstairs.

Then all of a sudden
she called me

and told me to come up
right away.

And when I got there,
those girls were dead.

And what did she say
happened?

She said that
we were too late.

That the spirits were angry.

And they killed them.

Then she said that
we had to prepare them

for their next life.

They weren't ready yet.

They weren't dead,

they were paralyzed

with that
puffer fish poison.

They suffocated
in the plastic, Robbie.

No.

You made me
help you kill them, hmm?

You made me a murderer?
And Jack?

You told me that the spirits
took over his body.

But it was you, Lydia.
You killed them all?

They were a threat
to our work!

Jack was
devoted to you!

He worshipped you!

He was my only friend!

Eight years we worked together, trying to find

cancer patients,
rich patients,

so that Lydia could get
money from them

to pay
for the healing mission.

So you helped her
extort money.

No, no, no,
it wasn't stealing.

Those people got better,
they did.

No, that was just another one
of her tricks, Robbie.

Come on.

Here's a little
police magic.

Shazam.
You're under arrest.

I wouldn't be counting
on Robbie if I were you.

He's seen what happens
to people who cross me.

I wonder what your aunties
would think of you now.

They're all
jealous of me.

I am more powerful
than they ever were

with their rosaries
and their candle magic.

They're trying
to destroy me right now.

Working through you and you.

And even you!

But I won't be destroyed by them

or by you!

You think the last time
was bad, Detective?

You just wait.

Well, fool me once,
shame on you.

Fool me twice,
you go to jail.

What's going
to happen to me?

You testify
against Lydia.

Hm.

And then you
get your life back.

I can't believe that I...

I was a biology major.

Faith trumps science.
Once again.

Nothing that a little
calamine lotion can't fix.