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Yeah.

Where have you been?

I got into an accident, but it's all there. I swear. It's too late.

We can't do anything now.

We could take this to a fence.

I'll take the cash, and I'll give it to charity. You've played games for two days.

There's no more time. Look, I'll track them down, and I'll pay them back.

I'll make it up to every one of them, I promise.

Help me! Help me!

Help me! I can't!

Yeah. What a waste.

He has such good taste in jewelry.

You have another name for me already.

I certainly do.

Sophia Marteau.

Ah, hell.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan.

He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collector.

Then recently, he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

Did I wake you?

No, I've been up.

You work the graveyard shift?

Yeah, I'm working doubles trying to save up a little extra money.

It's just hard coming home to an empty apartment.

Why don't you come in?

Is that blood?

Yeah, I must have cut myself.

Where? I'm sorry.

It is so hard with you. I never know what you want from me.

Tell me. Do you want me to stay? Do you want me to leave you alone?

Okay, look, if you don't want to talk... No, it's not that.

It's okay.

It's early, and I shouldn't have come by. I'm not being fair to you or to myself.

What the hell do you think you're doing? I seek only to do good.

Jay Brown is on the road with Steve Green.

Another news. Tragedy at City Hospital of Vancouver earlier.

A patient was found murdered in her bed by an unknown assailant. The victim,

Darla Santos, was in the news just a couple of days ago when

her relatives released a video of Santos being treated

for stomach cancer by a mystic healer who the relatives

say used only his hands to perform the operation.

Medical experts were obviously skeptical of the family's

claim that psychic surgery is real and effective,

especially given their refusal to reveal the identity

of the healer who apparently insisted on anonymity.

Now doctors at the hospital did admit that Mrs.

Santos' cancer was greatly reduced after her alleged treatment by the healer,

but not entirely eliminated.

Now it's unknown at this time whether Mrs. Santos' murder

is related to her... Oh, Rachel, I'm so late!

Where's my notepad? How can you be late already?

I'm not usually awake yet.

I gotta go write up some stiff they found in an alley, like anyone cares.

I can't believe the crap assignments I'm getting lately,

just because I missed a few deadlines. A few?

All right, I've been distracted a bit lately.

By that Morgan Pym guy? You mean obsessed?

I gotta go. Keep a close eye on Gabe, all right?

I know the routine. I take care of him as much as you do.

All right, you're right.

But it's just... lately...

He's been acting a little strange. What do you mean, strange? Last week,

I gave him a picture of me and his dad. You stopped hiding Danny's pictures?

He took the picture and cut out her heads and hung them

from the ceiling like we were puppets or something.

Hey, I'm his aunt, and I love him, but let's face it.

He's from another planet.

The only way that Gabe could be acting strange would

be if you were acting normal. Ha ha, I gotta go.

Bye, Gabe. Have fun today.

Yes?

Indy Santos?

What do you want?

You're the daughter of Durla Santos?

I'm not talking to any more reporters.

I'm not a reporter, Mrs. Santos, and I'm not with the police.

I just want to find someone I think you know.

A woman named Sophia Marteau.

Who's that?

Please, I just want to help her.

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

Thought you knew my name.

You're Sofia Marto.

Did he tell you? Are you protecting him?

It depends on who we're talking about.

The surgeon, Escobar.

You're the one who killed Derle Santos.

She wouldn't talk, but if you tell me where he is, I'll let you live.

Sorry, Sofia.

That's not up to you.

You shouldn't have done that.

Help support the arts, buddy?

Why'd you let another collector into my city?

May I let you loosen your data to chase down a few clients?

The psychic surgeon, Escobar.

He's a client, right?

Sophia Marteau isn't going to try and find him redemption. So? We made a deal.

I should be allowed to take over Escobar's case now that he's in my city. Dear boy.

I gave you Sophia's name so you could give her a hand.

Did I forget to mention that?

Well, I just figured you'd want to show a little professional

courtesy to your colleague from Montreal.

All right.

What if I can convince her to seek redemption for Escobar?

Turn Sophia.

That's funny.

The woman's a killing machine.

There's nothing human left inside of her.

I say there is.

And I can find it.

Oh, really? With what? Your masculine waddles.

Would you let Escobar go if he made amends?

And Sofia asked for him to be released.

You know, you do know how to tempt me.

You devil.

All right, okay. You know, I just can't resist seeing you lose.

Take out your phone.

Hello?

It's Morgan Pym. We met about an hour ago when you shot me and left me for dead.

So, you're the collector from Vancouver.

We need to talk.

Where are you now?

Meet me at the Holy Trinity Church in Oslo.

I want to see if this Escobar is a church-going man.

This is the tale of poor old Bill. His wife was sick and his dog was ill.

His hand got bit off by an arctic god. That's when he knew there was no God.

Life is bad, and it just gets worse, cause you're all alone in the universe.

God bless.

I've never met another collector before.

Sorry about the gun. I just use it to scare the mortals.

Are they alive?

Yes.

Not that they were any help in finding Escobar.

They talked, but it was all gibberish. Filipino, I guess.

Tagalog.

Filipino speak Tagalog.

Why'd you kill the Santos woman?

I didn't mean to.

Murder always gets so much publicity.

But I guess her pain threshold was down since Escobar dug around in her guts.

We better get out of here before they wake up.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

Hmm.

Okay, kid, let's try this one more time.

I ask you a question, and you answer, okay?

Ready?

So, how's school?

Look, Gabe, between you and me,

I think everybody's been a little too patient with this whole not talking thing.

It's easy.

You just talk.

Okay.

Then you ask me a question.

How's your love life, Aunt Rachel?

Are you still dating a bunch of losers?

Hey, young man, I will thank you to be more respectful.

You have to kiss a lot of frogs to get warts.

Okay, what do you want to talk about?

Yeah, okay.

Daddy.

Is Daddy an angel?

Gabe, I... I guess I believe in God.

We always went to church growing up.

Even your mom.

And I want to think someone's out there, you

know, watching over us, taking care of us.

But angels, heaven on a cloud.

Hey, why not?

Right?

Is it so bad to believe in something that makes you feel good?

I'll believe it if you will.

Thanks.

So Escobar's not originally from Montreal?

He's been in Manila for most of his deal, but he's been on the run for a while.

Just the luck of the draw that he ended up

in my city when his clock started ticking.

Lucky for who?

I got permission to leave Montreal so I could collect Escobar's soul.

I haven't been out of that city for 20 years.

And as a bonus, I get to meet you.

Why is that a bonus?

The devil often talks about his first, the first

collector he ever made, a guy from Nuremberg.

And what did he say about that guy?

Only that he's special. He never says why.

It's you, isn't it? You were the first.

So what happened? Why didn't he just take you?

He was about to, but I fought back.

Bravery?

Rage.

About what?

There was a woman.

Katrina.

She got sick, and I tried to save her by selling my soul.

The devil twisted my words, and she died.

You fought the devil out of a love for a woman?

There were other factors. You were God's chosen instrument, Morgan.

You were the one destined to discover a cure for playing.

But still you agreed to work for him.

Everyone I loved was dead.

And he was persuasive.

Unfair, isn't it? And here you are, going to hell for sinning against God,

and just let her die. You let millions die.

All your life, you've served that God. And look how he's treating you.

He's cruel and cold and unforgiving, I know.

But perhaps I can offer you more.

You could help me.

Cleanse the world of the wicked and the selfish, the monstrous.

That's my real calling.

I seek only to do good.

You mean work for you.

Collecting souls.

And as long as you do...

You'll continue to walk this earth and never suffer the fires of hell.

You have my solemn promise.

Or go now and be damned forever with no hope of redemption.

I no longer care for God, or love, or life.

Use me as you wish.

So it's true.

You were the first to wear the ruby ring.

Now tell me about you.

How did you become a collector?

I don't want to talk about that boring story. I want to learn from you.

How you find your clients, how you track them, what you say to them.

It's not what I do anymore.

I made a new deal with the devil.

What do you mean?

I used the last 48 hours to find redemption for my clients.

Why?

Why would you want to save this scum?

Because there's something good inside everyone.

It's just a matter of finding it.

So this is what the devil meant about you being special.

Escobar deserves redemption.

He sold his soul to help others. It happens more

often than you think. You can't be that naive.

There's good in the world as well as evil. I want you to work with me, Sofia.

We can save Escobar together.

It's been nice to chat, but I've got to go finish what I came here to do.

Oh, hey.

Hey. I didn't think you'd be here until later.

Yeah, Gillian's sick. I'm taking a shift.

I'm Maya.

This is Sophia. She's from Montreal.

Yeah.

Well, it was nice to meet you.

I eat here a lot.

I know all the waitresses.

Exciting, no?

It's like a race.

On your mark, get set, go.

Look, Jerry, it's just another corpse, all right? A routine investigation.

Why does the star think that everything has to be news?

Nice try, Wayne, but I've already done some checking on my own.

The deceased is Frank Saski, a.k.a.

Frankie Fingers, rumored to be a very successful jewel thief.

So what happened? You get caught in the act, taken out by an accomplice?

We've ruled out foul play.

How?

Because we found him holding a knapsack full of jewels.

He was killed.

Presumably, someone would have taken the stuff.

So how'd he die?

Who knows? Guilty conscience?

I found the man. He used to work at Los Santos.

I know his name is Felino Escobar.

My news is that she agreed to work for the son of a man, Hernando Peralta.

Edwin Yancey is a gentleman He'll reach out and shake your

hand And before you can even blink him Get out of my way.

You know, finding Escobar isn't going to do you any good if

you haven't convinced Sophia to ask for his redemption.

There's still some human feelings left inside Sophia.

She'll ask.

And exactly how far are you willing to go to find Sophia's feelings?

I bet your pesky morality might interfere. Move!

You're missing the point, Morgan.

There are tens of thousands of collectors out there, all like Sophia,

and there's only one you.

In the grand scheme of things, your pitiful attempts to do good are... pointless.

Please, you've got to do something.

He's dying.

My son is dying. Help him. My son is dying. Help him.

You've got to do something. You've got to help him.

You've got to heal him.

Please, you've got to help him.

He's having a seizure. I can't do it.

Don't give up.

You can't stop. He'll die if you stop.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Escobar, you have to come with me.

Let me go.

I know what you are. I know you're working with that woman. I'm not.

I'm here to help you. If you want to wait around and ask her, she'll be here soon.

If you want to live, you'll come with me.

I can't give you much.

For one thing, I don't think the diamond is real.

Well, then I guess Frankie Fingers was wrong about you.

What about Frankie Fingers?

He said you were a stand-up guy and not a cheat,

and here you are telling me that this rock isn't real.

Why don't you say up front you were a friend of Frankie's?

Frankie was like a son to me. Of course I'm going to give you a good price.

You don't seem that broken up about the death of your son.

He had a good run. That's all any of us can expect.

In fact, it's been almost ten years to the day

that Frankie broke his string of bad luck.

But for the last ten years, he's been the best damn jewel thief in Vancouver.

Ten years, huh?

You think somebody killed him for his anniversary present?

I don't know who did it, but I won't be surprised if it was the same

guy who was in here a couple of days ago asking about Frankie.

but I won't be surprised if it was the same guy who was

in here a couple of days ago asking about Frankie.

What guy?

I've never seen him before. Good-looking guy. Early 30s, maybe.

But talked soft, real soft. But I could smell

it on him. Smell what? He was a killer.

They smell like death.

I gave up.

I gave up on the boy.

I'll never forgive myself if he dies.

What's wrong with him?

A hemangioma.

A tumor in his liver. I could see it, but I just couldn't grasp it.

I don't know why. You're losing your powers.

It happens in the last 48 hours.

48 hours. That's when she found me.

A collector always makes contact at the 48-hour mark.

The devil arranges it that way so he can watch

the client squirm for the last two days.

I only wanted to help.

Now Durla Santos is dead and that boy... You didn't kill Durla Santos.

Sofia did.

Because of me!

For a year now, I've been moving from one Filipino community to another,

trading people my services, asking them to hide me

for a few days or a week, trying to save my skin.

I only thought of Durla instead of myself should be alive.

Durla's fate was never in your hands.

You were already losing your powers by the time you started operating on her.

But you have helped others.

And you've got to remember that.

That counts for something.

I saw Sofia's phone. Your time runs out about 1.30 this morning,

which means we still have six hours to work on your redemption.

Can you tell me what led you to make your deal?

It was a medical doctor in Manila.

A real surgeon.

But it killed somebody on the operating table.

Stupid mistake.

I was close to suicide over it.

But I remember these stories my mother used to tell when I

was younger about these psychic surgeons in the villages.

Surgeons who could cure anybody with their hands.

I really wish I could do that.

So I'd never have to touch another scalpel.

So I can make up for it.

I guess the devil heard my wish.

I'm sorry. I haven't slept in two days. I haven't eaten since yesterday.

I'll get you something to eat.

Felino, come out, come out, wherever you are.

Where is he? Where's Escobar?

Have you reconsidered my proposal?

I'm going to find my client.

And when I'm done with him, he's going to be begging to go early.

Listen to yourself.

You had human feelings once, but now you're just a monster.

Is this who you want to be for all of eternity?

I used to dream of meeting her first collector.

Now listen to you.

You've gone soft.

What was it that made you lose your edge?

Was that girl in the restaurant?

It was her, wasn't it?

That's your weakness.

Women.

First that German girl, Katrina, and now the waitress. This isn't about me.

But it is, Morgan. You've lost your way.

You've become distracted from your destiny by a girl.

A puny, little, mortal girl.

You're kidding yourself, Morgan.

She finds out who you are, she goes straight to hell. You can never have her.

But you can have me.

We're like gods, Morgan.

Gods get lonely.

This is what I still feel. This is what's human about me.

Oh, my God.

Pim, is that your real name?

I get a new one every time he moves me.

Chervie.

Mine's Chervie. I haven't said that name aloud in...

Almost 60 years.

Morgan, I'm going to be late for work. I thought you were coming down.

Sorry, I was delayed.

Can you come up to my apartment for just a second?

Your friend's stealing my apartment, and I made him a sandwich.

He knows for the best.

She's gone. We only have a few hours left.

Have you thought about your balancing bad luck? I don't know. I don't know. Think.

Could it be someone back in Manila?

I'm sorry, I just cannot stop thinking about that Peralta boy.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

He was alive when we left.

I'm sure his mother called for an ambulance. She won't.

That's the point. None of them do anymore.

What are you talking about?

Filipinos who've heard about my powers stop going

to the doctors and wait for me to come to town.

That's why Durla Santos and that boy were so sick.

Their families wouldn't take them to a hospital for conventional treatment.

Then you're right.

We need to go see that boy before we do anything else. But what about that woman?

The collector?

Let me worry about Sophia.

What happened in here? It's like a bomb hit the place,

and I can't believe you let Gabe stay up so late.

I spent all day tracking down the story of this

dead guy, Frankie Fingers, a jewel thief.

Everyone I meet tells me that he's had a string of good luck ten years to the day.

And three people mention that there's this guy asking

around about Frankie a couple of days before me,

but nobody knows his name.

So then I finally find the place where Frankie got hit by the car,

and a woman who witnessed the accident tells me.

When Frankie got hit, he just kept running and running and running,

holding that big bag of jewelry like his life depended on it.

And right there in the street where he got hit... I found this.

Morgan Pym.

What are you gonna do? I'm gonna put Gabe to bed.

Gabe?

No!

You did bring your son, right?

He's in the car. He's been asleep since you left my house last night.

He's dying, I'm sure of it.

You've got to try again.

This is Peralta. Felina will help your son.

But he isn't going to do a psychic surgery.

He's going to operate in the conventional way.

What?

No, I can't. The boy has a tumor in his liver, right?

All it's required is a simple resection.

Foligno is a medical doctor.

He can cut out that section of the liver in a few hours in a bloodless surgery,

and the liver will regenerate to its normal size in less than two months.

Is this true?

But in return for this operation...

You have to agree to spread the word to others

that Felina was no longer a psychic surgeon.

You have to tell them to seek conventional medical care for their families.

I'll go get my son.

I know.

A shotgun wound in the chest.

I have some experience with those, and they're usually fatal.

You were wrong to blame yourself when you didn't save that man.

I appreciate that you have faith in me.

You're the only one who does.

No, I'm not.

I got you the operating room for two hours. It's all the time you've got.

Use it.

I'm sorry we're late for the party.

I guess our invitations must have got lost in

the mail. I knew you didn't need one. Bravo.

I'm getting Escobar to overcome his fears, but

it won't save his soul. This isn't up to you.

It's up to Sofia.

You're wasting your time, Morgan.

And you always have been.

You're not going to win your little bet with the devil.

All you have to do is ask for Escobar to go free if the operation succeeds.

I don't care about Escobar.

I don't care about any of them.

There was a time when you did care.

Sophia Gervais.

French government archives say both your parents were Nazi collaborators.

That's a lie.

My parents worked for the underground.

When the Nazis came to our village,

they were going to kill my parents for helping the resistance.

I sold my soul to help them.

And you did it by turning them into collaborators.

The simplest way is always the best.

When the war was over, our friends in the village lynched my parents.

And I still had eight years left on my deal.

You asked me to save your parents from the Nazis, Sophia.

When he came back to collect, I was waiting for him.

And you fought back, like I did. I do like the feisty ones. For centuries,

I hated myself for making a deal.

I took it out on them.

The ones he sent me to collect.

But it isn't their fault.

They deserve a chance at redemption. We all do.

You'll be fine.

Check your phone.

A deal is a deal, Sophia.

You can ask to save him if you want to.

Oh, but just one little thing.

I didn't agree to give you exactly the same deal as Morgan.

If you let Escobar off, you take his place.

Rules are rules, dear boy.

You never mentioned he was cute.

I can't believe Gabe knew how to use this shredder.

All my files on Morgan Pym are gone for good.

Why did he do it?

Come on, sis. You talk about the guy all the time, right in front of him.

But Gabe couldn't possibly know the kind of stuff that Pym was involved in.

This isn't about Morgan Pym.

This is about Gabe.

He wants your time, your attention.

He wants you back. It's late, I better go.

Yeah.

It's Sofia.

I've got a flight back to Montreal tonight, so I wanted to give you a call.

Look, I'm sorry if you feel like I let you down.

Anyway, I just wanted to go and say goodbye.