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Come on. I'm running out of time. Give me a field goal.

- when talking to us yesterday about putting a unihorm on hor the last time.

How much did you bet?

Enough, okay?

They run the option. Big hlips it to Warren...

- The ball is tipped. Fumble! Fumble! - No!

A rookie could have caught that pass.

Take it easy, Jerry. It's okay.

Wendy, don't tell me to take it easy.

I'll be right back. Don't move.

Looks like the home team lost.

Yeah. That's what I wanna talk to you about.

You do a lot of talking, Jerry. It's time to pay up.

Look, let me just roll it over, okay? I just need one more chance.

I just need cash.

You're a smart guy.

Take some of those VCRs you sell and peddle them.

You know I'm good for it, Hank, huh?

This will be the last time, I'm telling you.

- Pass the peanuts, please. - Sure.

I'll be right back.

Were you talking to her?

- Actually, I was. - Jerry, he was just...

Wendy, shut up.

Ease up, pal. She didn't do anything.

That right?

No! He's drunk!

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

- He just asked for peanuts. - Give me the keys. Come on.

I'll see you later, tough guy.

I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

I don't wanna go to the cabin. I hate that place.

Well, I can't afford the Hilton tonight.

You could if you didn't gamble all your money away, Jerry.

Watch your mouth!

I can't take this from you anymore, Jerry! I can't.

Is that right?

Get back in this car! Wendy Barton!

Wendy!

Wendy!

Oh, Jesus! What did I do?

Why didn't you stay in the car?!

Look what you did!

I'm sorry, Wendy.

- I love you. - Oh, my God! No!

Here's a little something to sharpen the old gray matter.

Be the hirst to call with the right answers...

... and you could win primo concert seats.

Let's start with what team lost the World Series in 1948.

Boston Braves, four games to one.

What was the hirst civilian settlement in the Bay area?

- Yerba Buena, 1776. - And give three examples...

... oh the highest horm oh matter in the universe.

- Larry, Moe and Curly. - lh you think you know the answers...

Showtime.

Hey!

Are you okay?

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Hey, hey. A month ago...

...that bar in Cotati.

Wendy, right?

Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been driving like that.

It's just that the road's closed, and I didn't expect to see anybody.

Can we start over again here?

You want a ride or something?

All right.

Let's leave the lights on this time, okay?

Right.

Look, maybe it's none of my business...

...but is there something wrong? Do you need help?

No one can help me.

At least let me walk you to the door.

Wendy?

Hi. I'm looking for Wendy. I just dropped her off.

What are you talking about?

I picker her up in Marin and gave her a ride.

You some kind of sicko?

Wendy's dead!

She died five weeks ago! Now get out of here!

- It's on the second shelf from the top. - I'll get it.

Damn!

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just dropped my earring.

Did you see that?

Look.

Must have been installed when the house was built.

You probably tripped some sort of switch.

Who would have hidden a statue of Jesus Christ here? And why?

Well, maybe this book will tell us.

What is it, the New Testament?

No, it's something else.

- Though the words are in Latin. - Can you read it?

Well, with a little time.

This statue's peculiar.

It's crude, almost primitive.

I don't think it's carved, I think it's plaster.

Look at this. There's a notation on the inside dated March 3rd, 1834.

Now, loosely translated, it calls the statue...

...an abomination.

Christ, an abomination?

"A blasphemy against God...

...and all that he stands for." - No, that can't be right.

This is clearly a religious icon, Derek. It's not blasphemy.

No. Obviously my father was right.

My Latin's even worse than it used to be.

I need to do some reading.

So a statue of Christ, huh?

Derek said he found it behind the wall in the library.

All we have to do is figure out who put it there.

So, what's up?

I went for a drive last night in the mountains.

I go there sometimes just to sort of clear my head.

There's a road that's closed, no one's ever there.

So last night, I'm driving along and...

Wendy Barton. "Killed in a car crash June 5th on Crestline Highway."

The same road I picked her up on last night.

- Are you sure it was her? - I'm positive.

She barely said a word.

Her parents live in a trailer park just out of town.

I dropped her off there...

...and then she just disappeared.

Perhaps all she needed was to visit her parents before moving on.

Could be a one-time event.

I don't know. She seemed so totally preoccupied.

Do you wanna help her?

Find someone else besides her parents you can talk to.

Did she live at home? And if not, did she have any friends?

Maybe a roommate.

There must be someone.

Find them.

This is it. Just drop me off here.

Where you going so fast?

Who lives here?

- My roommate. - Sure you won't reconsider that drink?

You can bring your roommate if you want.

No.

- It might loosen you up. Come on. - Don't touch me.

Hey, relax.

I told you not to touch me!

Don't touch!

What can I say? She needed a place to stay...

...and I needed someone to pay the rent.

These are the last of her things.

I was gonna give them to the police, but they said the case was closed.

If you don't want them, throw them away.

- How well did you know her? - Like I said, she paid half the rent.

- Mostly kept to herself. - She talk about her parents?

Not really.

I think she had it pretty tough at home.

Blew me away when I found out that she was dead.

- How about boyfriends? - Just one. A real jerk.

It was a little weird.

- Wendy was a little weird, actually. - How's that?

Just the way she let that creep treat her.

One day he's sending her roses...

...and the next day she shows up with a black eye.

He hit her, huh?

It sure looked that way to me.

- Listen, I gotta get ready for work. - Well, thanks for your help.

Yeah, thanks.

More bills.

Makeup.

Trim in Twenty Minutes.

- Video exercise. - Wait a minute.

There's tape on this recording tab.

Let's check it out.

- Okay. - And one, switch sides. Four...

- Hey, baby, happy birthday! - The boyfriend.

Don't stop jumping around on my account.

You gotta keep that tight little bod in shape.

- Charming. - I've got a birthday surprise hor you.

Two tickets to Vegas. First class all the way.

I had to pull some strings, but...

I got some business when we get there, but it shouldn't take long.

So I want you to get ready.

And I'll get you a new video when we get back.

In hact, I'm gonna get you seven. One hor every day oh the week.

But until then, I want you to take in some highlights...

... hrom last weekend's video.

I think I've seen enough.

- big surprise hor you.

You think you can pick anything up off those airline tickets?

I don't think so.

I might be able to pick something up on this jacket here.

I'll see what I can pull out.

Okay. Well, I checked police records on the accident.

It was inconclusive. There were no skid marks.

Do you think it's murder?

I don't know, but I find it hard to believe that she killed herself.

Lots of stress, a violent relationship.

You can't rule suicide out because you don't like the boyfriend.

But if he hit her, he could kill her.

And if he killed her...

...he's probably skipped town or something.

Or maybe hiding out someplace.

And she's searching for justice.

So am I.

Come on, Wendy, where are you?

I've been driving all night!

I'll take you anywhere you wanna go, I just wanna talk.

Sausalito.

Sausalito? Why?

I wanna visit the only teacher that ever cared about me.

Same way you visited your parents?

I don't let them see me.

Who did this to you?

- We were arguing. - Did he hit you?

- I don't wanna talk about it. - First you can't believe it happened.

- And then you pretend that it didn't. - Leave me alone.

The only way to stop the pain is to stand up to it.

- It's my fault. - No.

He's the one who did it, not you. He's the one who should be punished.

- You shouldn't have touched me. - Come on, I just wanna help you.

- You gotta stop this! - I can't!

I'm not the one who hurt you!

Please don't ever come back for me, Nick.

What's his name?

I don't want anybody else to get hurt. Please, don't come back.

Three deaths in the last four weeks.

All male, all found dead outside their cars...

...all returning from Marin County.

So you think each one of these guys picked her up?

Sounds like a stretch.

Not if each one was giving her a ride someplace she needed to go.

Brian Cass' body was found outside Wendy's apartment building...

...two days before we talked to her roommate.

- You think that she killed him? - Fits the pattern.

They touched her.

- Beg pardon? - They touched her.

See, the first time I saw her, I didn't. But last night I did.

So, what are you saying?

Any man who touches her is a surrogate for her abusive boyfriend?

Well, it could be. You find out anything new on him?

Mr. Jerry Tate.

Real hustler.

Sold video equipment till about a month ago.

Landlord hasn't seen him...

...he's behind on rent, and his phone's been cut off.

Looks like he blew Dodge after her death.

Now, if we could prove that he did it...

...do you think she'd stop this?

The question is, where to begin?

Sam's Bar in San Rafael.

Where you going? What happened? The girl you picked up?

Don't even get started. I know what I'm doing.

Really? What? Trying to join her?

She met the wrong guy, it cost her her life...

...now she's taking it out on anyone who touches her.

The girl needs help.

You sure you're not just becoming obsessive about this?

The Legacy is built on passion.

The defense, the protection of everything that is worth keeping.

If that's obsessive...

...then that's what I am.

Go with him.

He's right over there.

Hank Fiedel?

- Do I know you? - No, but the bartender said...

...you might be able to help us. - We're looking for Jerry Tate.

Sorry, I'm not the Missing Persons Bureau.

What are you guys, cops?

No, but I know a bookie when I see one.

You wanna place a bet, fine. I've got nothing else to offer.

We'd be willing to buy any information we need.

Lady, do I look like some back-alley snitch?

- Bet or walk. - Bet.

You win, I owe you 100 bucks. You lose, we get Jerry Tate.

Right.

- My coin, my toss. - As long as it hits the table.

Right. Call it in the air.

Heads.

- Today's your lucky day. - Tell me how lucky, Hank.

The little weasel hasn't been here in over a week.

- A surprise, he practically lived here. - Know where we could find him?

He's probably holed up in the cabin his family left him.

Thinks I don't know about it. The guy owes me a little money.

I'd have tracked him down myself if it was worth the effort. It's not.

Here's the directions. Say hello to him for me.

And come back any time, kid.

I like your technique.

You have a unique way of getting information.

- Fifty-fifty odds. I've had worse. - What if you lost?

Then I'd have to borrow about 80 bucks from you...

...and we wouldn't have this.

- Is that necessary? - Maybe.

Oh, God.

Nobody told this guy about air freshener.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Hey, Derek. Still at it, huh?

- The Belgian House. - Beg pardon?

The statue. It came from the Belgian House.

Transported here in 1835...

...shortly after the house turned.

Turned to the dark side?

Yeah, with The Legacy, there's always a risk.

Temptation can be overwhelming.

Well, that's exactly what happened to Salvador Reneau.

Who?

Salvador Reneau.

The precept of the Belgian House.

He had the Sight. He was totally obsessed with defeating evil.

- Yet it still flourished. - Ego run amuck.

That which one cannot defeat...

...one begins to believe in.

More than that, he began to see himself as the messiah...

...sent by evil to destroy all who wouldn't heed its word.

I bet he had a lot of followers.

There's always people who will believe whatever they wanna believe.

Oh, yes. Reneau was a charismatic.

The members of the Belgian House became his disciples.

They actually wrote a kind of unholy Bible.

- This? - Yes.

- So, what happened to him? - He was crucified...

...by his own followers.

The irony was that it was actually Reneau himself...

...who encouraged them. - Of course.

In order to prove himself the Antichrist...

...he would have to do everything that Christ himself had done.

Exactly. When he wasn't resurrected...

...they went on a rampage, burned the house down...

...and only the statue survived.

What I don't understand is...

Okay, if Reneau was the abomination...

...then why was this statue saved?

So Tate made this video just before he offed himself.

We made a copy of it and then called the cops.

Be prepared. It gets ugly.

Lihe's a gamble.

You step out in the street, you get smacked by a bus.

You grab a burger...

... and some wacko who just got hired blows you away.

You go into a club...

... you meet the girl oh your dreams.

So you play the game.

You hollow the rules.

Sometimes you win...

... sometimes you lose.

I can't stop playing the game.

I love the way it makes me heel.

The rush.

Makes me heel alive.

Even when I wanna be dead.

I love her. I really do love her.

And I can't stand the thought oh being without her.

Even though I killed her.

I wanna be with you, baby, I promise you.

I'm never gonna let you go.

Nothing's ever gonna come between us.

What a sick son of a bitch.

It's no wonder Wendy can't rest.

That's it.

It isn't Wendy who's killing people, it's him.

But she was the only one I saw there.

Well, perhaps he doesn't wanna be seen.

No, he's killed himself to pursue her, to possess her...

...and now he's killing anyone who attempts to comes near.

So whenever anyone tries to touch her, he goes ballistic.

Find her, you find him. The question is how to stop him.

By convincing her to break the cycle of abuse.

Otherwise, she'll be in his grip forever.

Damn it. Where is she?

You can't just will her to appear.

Okay, let's take another run down the road.

We've driven it a dozen times.

Maybe they both just passed on now that the truth is out.

Come on, you don't really believe that.

It couldn't be that easy.

Look, take the car back, pick me up in the morning.

That's crazy.

Listen, Nick, no matter what we do...

...there's no way to know for certain if Wendy will ever show herself again.

- Why can't you just let it go? - Because the last time I saw her...

...I saw what he did to her. I could see it in her eyes.

Death was supposed to release her from her suffering...

...but Jerry won't let her go.

And as long as he doesn't, neither will I.

How noble.

I'm really touched. Aren't you?

You've caused enough suffering, Jerry.

- The night is still young. - No more, please.

- He's just trying to help. - Who asked him to?

- You? - No.

I'm yours forever. Why are you doing this?

For you.

I'm doing this for you.

Hey, maybe tomorrow night.

Whatever it takes.

Hey, Alex. Thanks.

Sounds crazy, but I know this isn't over.

- Get some sleep. - Good night.

Put those down.

That hurt?

Go ahead. Scream all you want.

What else you got?

You having problems breathing?

Oh, good, you're still with us. I was afraid we'd lost you too soon.

No, Jerry.

What's the matter, you don't want me to hurt your little boyfriend?

Why are you doing this?

Look at him, Wendy.

He wants you. He's got his hands all over your pictures.

But I told you, he doesn't mean anything to me.

No, Wendy. He's right.

I do care about you.

See, nobody should have to die at the hands of some pig...

- Shut up! ...who's so nuts that he offs himself...

...to keep on torturing the person he killed!

- I love her. - You got a funny way of showing it.

Stop!

Can't you see what you're doing?

Absolutely. I'm trying to help you break free.

You just don't know when to stop, do you?

No.

What's it gonna take?

What's it gonna take for you to leave her alone, Jerry?

You're a gambling man, aren't you?

How about a small wager?

- What are you gonna do, shoot me? - No.

Thought I'd give you another shot at yourself.

Same game...

...different stakes.

If I lose...

...you can do whatever you want.

- And if I lose? - Then you let Wendy go forever.

- No way, I can't do that. - What's the matter, stakes too high?

- She's all I got. - That's right.

- You're nothing without her, are you? - Shut up.

Make me.

All right. You're on.

No. No, this isn't right. You can't do this.

Wendy...

...what are you gonna do about this?

Wendy, the only power he has over you is what you've given him.

Shut up.

I go first.

Be my guest.

Your turn.

Wendy...

...when you died...

...maybe you thought nobody cared.

You were wrong.

Four to one odds. That's not so bad.

Odds are getting tougher.

Three to one.

Wendy, you can stop this.

Just do what you gotta do.

Fifty-fifty to the high roller.

I gotcha.

I guess I'll see you in hell, tough guy.

So why do you do it to her?

If I'm gonna decorate this room with the contents of my head...

...I wanna know why.

Because I love her.

And she loves me.

Is that right?

Do you really love the way he hurts you?

Enough with the questions.

Just... Just say goodbye.

No! Never!

Never again!

This is exactly where it stops. Right here, right now.

What are you doing, Wendy?

What I should have done a long time ago.

Let me go.

Bitch!

Wendy!

What are you doing, Wendy? Wendy. Let me go, Wendy.

Bitch! Wendy!

It's okay. You're free.

- Thanks. - For what?

You saved yourself.

Your courage gave me the strength.

Take care.

You too.

Russian roulette with a ghost. Are you out of your mind?

- It's not what you think. - Really?

You're willing to waste your whole life for somebody who's already dead.

- Does this sound sane to you? - I had to make her take action.

What if you shot yourself in the bargain?

Well, that would have been bad.

Watch.

Have a look.

- It was always empty. - What, am I crazy?

I had to make her stand up for herself.

What would you have done if she hadn't?

Come up with a plan B in short order.

Madness.

Absolute madness.

The answer was in the notation all along.

This statue truly is an abomination, a sacrilege.

A blasphemy!

It's Salvador Reneau. I misread it.

It wasn't "this creation of man."

It was simply, "This man...

...is a blasphemy against God and all that he stands for.

Not fit for human eyes."

But how?

After he died, his disciples built this statue around his corpse...

...and, still convinced that he was a messiah of evil...

...worshiped it. - Okay.

But who put him here? And why?

I don't know who. But whoever it was did it as a warning:

Do not forget the mistakes of the past...

...or you'll be cursed to repeat them.

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