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My father used to say
our limitations define us.

He couldn't work real magic
so he had to settle

for card tricks and
well trained rabbits.

I can't use hi-tech gizmos

so I make do with a
rotary phone and a gas stove.

And Bob is...
well, Bob.

Are you
Harry Dresden?

Mr. Dresden
is not in.

Perhaps I could
be of service?

I'm his
associate, Bob.

I really need to
talk to Mr. Dresden.

I can assure you I know as
much about the unexplained

as Mr. Dresden does.

- I've got to go.
- No wait,

- I could help!
- No. No you can't.

Miss?

Miss,
you all right?

Miss?

Oh my god!

There's been
an accident!

Someone call
the police!

Help! Help!

The Dresden Files - Season 01
Episode 07 - "Walls"

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Did you see
the driver?

No, not clearly.

Dresden?

What?
It all happened
fast Murphy.

She was walking down there
and she stepped off and...

And you've never
met her before?

Never.

What's that?
Her date book.

She didn't have an
appointment with you?

No.

What's her name?

Raychelle Banton,
20 years old.

Junior at the
University of Chicago,

originally from
Oakland, California.

A long way from home.

What about
this guy, Caleb?

Nothing.

Unbelieveable.

This case is going to be a
problem for me, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Because this girl was a
client, or wanted to be one.

I don't even know what she was
coming to me about Murphy, so...

But you're going to find out
aren't you

while I work this case,

then we both know what
comes after that -

craziness and lies.

And closed cases.

Depends on your
point of view.

Found the car just a
couple of blocks away.

Okay.

Hey Murphy.

Promise you,
no craziness, no lies.

Come on.

Car's stolen from
a rental agency.

Inside smells
like alcohol.

Looks like they were joy
riding and a hit and run.

Prints?

Wheel's been wiped;

same with the
door inside and out,

but we might
get lucky.

May I?

Don's touch anything.
Lieutenant?

Don't start with me.

Murphy, your guys
say what this is?

Not yet. Can I just say
I'm sick and tired

of this guy
sticking his nose...

Smells like tallow.

- Tallow?
- it's a rendered animal fat,

used for old
fashioned candles.

Of course.

You want me to check
for animal fat?

Sure, I'll check
for animal fat.

So we got a drunk driver
driving along

with tallow
candle burning
in the
cup holder.

Not your average hit
and run joyride is it?

Especially when victim has
my yellow pages add on her.

I can't get you paid
on this one.
If I put in
another request...

Don't,
this one's on me.

If you find
anything tell me.

Oh yeah, and same
goes for you.

No, it doesn't.

I should have
kept her here.

I should have
persuaded her to stay,

but I am a trapped,
dead,

useless insubstantial

puff of air.
I might as well be

a painting on the wall.

You know Bob...

If you were useless
I would have tossed your skull

in the trash
years ago.

I don't want your...

...that's actually very
reassuring, thank you.

So...

Did you get a good
look at the driver?

Or drivers?

Yeah, for a second there
it looked like there were two people

in the driver's
seat Bob.

I don't know, maybe it
was a masking spell,

maybe a haunting,
a possession...

Or a joyride?

Stolen car,
stolen body.

You know, two enties

occupying the same space?

Would you please
not do that,

that gives me the heebie
jeebies and you know it.

That's something anyway.

Listen,

the tallow, wax,

does that point
to anything?

I...

Red light.

- What?
- Red light on your...

phone contraption there,
it's blinking.

Is that thing working?
Yes, apparently so.

You did receive a call
while you were, uh, out.

- Cross your fingers.
- Good luck.

Hi, my name is Raychelle Banton,

I need help.
I have seen some things.

I really hope
you're not a fake.

I'm going to come over.

I've got to see
you in person.

But she never did.

Okay,..

there was a fraternity
pin chained around her neck.

We've got to her friends and
see if they know anything.

Where are you going?

To College...
finally.

I never went to college;

no money, no connections.

Those ivy covered walls
always seemed like barriers.

People like me
need not apply,

so I never got a chance
to study "subjects",

to be part of the
"student body" and things.

Hey, can I help you?

Yeah, I'm a consultant with
the Chicago Police Dept.

and I'm just looking
for somebody,

so if you
wouldn't mind...

Caleb...

I'll be fine, thank you,
thank you.

Hey Caleb!

Caleb?

My name's Dante.

I'm investigating the
death of Raychelle Banton.

You knew her right?
Were you close?

Hey, bud?

Mr. Police consultant,

not to seem unfriendly,

but unless you
got an invitation...

He's here about Raychelle.

It was a hit
and run, right?

That's what I'm
investigating, yeah.

Fine,
come upstairs.

I don't really feel
like partying anyway.

So was Raychelle
your girlfriend?

Yeah.

We've been
dating for a while.

Were you aware that
she was killed on her way

to see a private
investigator?

Why would
she do that?

I don't know,

but she
had your picture on her,

a name written on
a piece of paper.

It wasn't yours.

This Caleb guy
you're looking for?

Yeah.

That name mean
anything to you?

No, I don't know
anybody by that name.

I didn't think
she did either.

Look,

can I ask you, Dante,

where were you when
Raychelle was killed?

At the hospital,
with my mom.

She had a stroke.

She's been there
for a few months.

Sorry to
hear that.

She can't walk.

They're trying to teach her
how to eat and talk again and...

my family's running out of
money to pay for the bills,

so are we done here?

Dante,

there's a chance
Raychelle was killed

to stop her reaching this
private investigator.

If that's the case it's not a
hit and run, it's a murder.

Do you know anyone that might
know anything about that?

No, Raychelle was
a great girl.

Everybody
liked her.

There's no way anybody would
have any reason to kill her.

There's no way.

Locked doors
and dead ends,

that's where half my
investigations lead.

With the right
kind of persuasion

almost any lock can
be convinced to...

open.

It's the dead ends
that are the problem,

and Raychelle Banton was very dead.

I was counting on the
things she'd left behind

to tell me what I need to know;

who she was and who wanted her dead.

Scholarship pay for this?

That's pretty impressive!

Mrs. Shankar?

So you're the man who robbed my store?

Actually I'm the man who
found your stolen property.

Well, I hope you don't think
you're getting a reward.

No, all I'd like is some information.

Okay, thousands of dollars of jewelry
taken in the middle of the night,

with no alarms triggered and no
forced entry from a locked safe.

According to my cop friends

this has been happening all over town.

Clothing, electronics, and no
one has a clue of what's going on.

Nothing.

Making things disappear, that was your
father's stock and trade, wasn't it?

Along with vanishing people
from cabinets and crates?

This isn't stage magic Morgan.

And that thing I saw behind the
wheel was not my imagination.

You just saw a woman get killed.

You don't suppose you were shaken up?

I saw what I saw.

There's dark magic there, okay.

There's dark magic everywhere.

The world is drowning in it.

The High Council wages war against
it every second of every day.

Yeah, I get...

I'm not your personal pit-bull
that you can point at a problem

to make it go away.

I'll make it go away,
okay, but I need your help.

Now I'm either looking for a
killer who was has got power,

has found power, or he's
being used by a power,

but anyway you cut it there is going
to be a warp in the fabric of reality

and I just need to know if you
have any clue of what is going on.

Can I ask you a question?

Why do you care so much?

- Are you serious?
- Completely.

Where were you when
my father was murdered?

Were you off waging war
somewhere more important?

We can't be everywhere.

Well, we could at least
be somewhere, occasionally.

I can tell you this.

If there's dark magic
involved, it's hidden.

It's either buried in the souls
of those that it's corrupted or

not fully realized.

Other than that,

I have no idea what you're up against,

other than your own desire
to martyr yourself for

those who don't know you,

don't like you

and don't understand you.

You trying to save
everyone, or just yourself?

Carson Harris and Brady Whitfield.

Do you know them?

Uh, I don't know them.

You crashed a party at their fraternity house
and claimed you were working for the police.

Well, I was looking for somebody else.

Dante Aureus, Raychelle's boyfriend.

Yeah, and I found him,

and there's something sketchy about him.

Yeah well, so did we. We
talked to him, he has an alibi.

And as for his friends,

Brady Whitfield, as in Whitfield
Shopping Mall Whitfield,

and Carson Harris is the son
of the Lieutenant Governor.

So, powerful people.

Might not be a good idea for you to
try to tie a hit and run to these kids.

And...

what if they were involved?

Then I'll make that connection, not you.

Is there anything on Caleb?

- Not yet.
- What about the stolen car?

No, the rental company can't
figure out how the keys were stolen.

There's no sign of forced entry.
It's looking like an inside job.

- But you're checking the employees...
- Yeah.

- Yeah, well you're wasting your time.
- Fine,

then don't make me waste any more time
telling you to leave these boys alone.

But Murphy hadn't watched that girl die.

I had.

The look in her eyes meant
that I couldn't leave it alone.

So it was time to do
a little surveillance

bugging, even.

No, I don't have access to any
kind of high tech spy stuff,

but I get by.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. How do I look?

Whatever, just don't
spew on it, all right.

I need to sell that thing.

Hey screw that.

You want money, you take it.

Back off man.

What's your problem?

My girlfriend's dead, that's my problem.

Look...

I get it.

And I'm sorry, but it
was just a freak accident.

Now, it's time to take
your mind off things,

step things up.

Push things a little further.

Tell me, is that you talking or Caleb?

Caleb!

Caleb's done right by us.

He's doin' okay for your
mother too, isn't he?

She feeling a little better these days,

what with not getting kicked
of the hospital and all?

Now there's a lesson for you.

Life's short.

Grab it before it gets squished.

Let's do a bank.

I want to see how this thing works
on a few feet of solid steel bro.

Now you're talking.

Hey look, we might get enough

your family'd be free and clear.

No more bills.

Yeah, one more, but that's it.

Come on, let's go! Come on!

Carson!

Just forget it, we've got to
get the hell out of here man!

What just happened?

Carson?

Ripped in half?

Where's the
rest of you?

- So?
- So yeah.

Carson Harris, the Lieutenant
Governor's kid,

well half of him anyway.

The other half is
coming down right now.

Well, third, there's still
part of him missing.

Anyhoo,

our vic was pulverized,

pounded to death,

maybe by a

sledge hammer or a
jack hammer,

or maybe a maul.

It's a medieval weapon,

like a mace, only bigger.

Let's right it up as large,
unknown,

- blunt implement.
- Okay.

Uh, Murphy?

What?

I...

I...

Butters, is there
something else?

Yeah, yeah there is.

The kid.

The kid didn't
have long to live.

What do you mean?

Tell me again?

Found him in
the alley.

That's it.

- So what were you doing there?
- Just following him.

I told you
to drop this.

So you didn't see
who killed Carson?

No, I got
there too late.

Did you do
an autopsy?

Yeah, on what's left of him.
They found the other half.

What, inside a
locked bank vault?

Who told you that?

Lucky guess.

Was he sick, did he have
some kind of disease?

Where do you
get this stuff?

Murphy, what did
the autopsy show?

Decomposition,
inside.

His internal
organs were rotten.

How is that possible?

Corruption of youth.

A severed human hand

covered in tallow,
rendered in animal fat.

Are you sure?

You got something?

Well if I'm right those boys are
in the grip of something terrible

and I do mean grim.

Check your
uncle's book.

Okay.
Page? Page?

115.

La main de gloire.

Your accent
is atrocious.

- The hand of glory.
- Thank you.

Candle,

made from the severed
hand of a dead thief.

- You can walk through walls with this?
- With enough power.

The hand contains the bound
spirit of the original owner.

You think of that as the
wick and then the fuel...

- Is the boys.
- Yes.

- Their energy.
- Yes.

And the spirit of
the hand exploits pain,

anger and loss.

- Dante's mother is dying.
- Yes, and I suspect

the other two boys have
issues of their own;

fears of inadequacy,
isolation.

That is the fuel
for your candle.

But wait, wait, wait.
The spirit of the hand...

the boys said someone named
Caleb helped them steal it.

That thing I saw in the
car, the two drivers...

Yes, that was the spirit
growing stronger,

feeding off the boys's
energies, and...

influencing them.

Wow.

So they didn't kill Raychelle,
this thing did. Caleb did.

Yes, and the more
they use the hand

- the stronger he becomes until...
- Carson was rotting from the inside.

Yes and are Brady
and Dante, I'm sure.

This dark magic
is very addictive,

as you well know.

Which means
they won't stop...

until it's too late.

They say the
rich are different;

they have nicer cars and people
to pick up their dirty clothes

behind the walls of
their gold-plated castles.

But money can't buy
you the perfect child,

or the perfect parent.

Rich or poor, teenagers
are still teenagers.

They lie, cheat, steal and
act out to get attention.

So whose attention was Brady
Whitfield trying to get?

What can I do
for you?

Mrs. Whitfield?

Hi, my name is
Harry Dresden,

I'm looking for
your son Brady.

I haven't heard from
him in a couple of days.

He turned his
cell phone off.

- You know about his friend Carson Harris?
- Yes.

Such an awful thing.

Are you with
the police?

Well actually, I'm
investigating another death,

Raychelle Banton.

I don't know
who that is.

You know Dante
Aureus, right?

Dante, yeah.

Well he and Brady
are close friends.

Yeah.

So Brady's friend died,

his friend's girlfriend died.
Are you sure he's not home

and there's nothing you can
tell me at all... maybe?

You need to go now.

Okay.

Well look,
maybe just in case

you do think of something or

Brady wants to get in
touch, please, feel free.

By the way, I got to say,

this is quite a
collection you got here.

A lot of interesting
artifacts.

I wouldn't know.
They were my husbands.

I'm just curious,

in his
collection anywhere,

has he got something that's
kind of likesobig;

it looks a severed
human hand?

Get out now

or I'll call
the police.

We're raised with
our parents' limitations.

They can stumble and fall
and take us down with them,

but if we're lucky,
we also get their love -

enough love that the
limitations don't matter.

Dante had been one
of the lucky ones,

but his luck was in
critical condition.

I may not have known
where to find Brady

but I sure knew where
I could find Dante.

Mom, I've got to go, okay.
It's getting late.

I'm going to get you
the best of care, okay.

We've got money now, lots
of it, and I can get more.

Whatever we need.

You've helped me
through so much.

I'm going to get you
through this, I promise.

Visiting hours are over. but I
don't suppose that matters

when you can walk
through walls.

That's what you're
doing isn't it? Hm?

With a dead
thief's hand...

only Carson he wasn't
quick enough was he?

Let go of me. Did you know
Carson was dying?

And you're
dying too!

Can't you
feel it?

You're crazy.

Raychelle knew it,

and she loved you.

She couldn't stand to see
what was happening to you

and then he came and
killed her didn't he?

You stay away from me,
you understand?

Bob, we got to get a
lead on Caleb, he's...

Whoa, whoa...

Oh dear!

Brady!

Your wasting
your time.

They're
mine now.

Leave them alone,
or die.

Caleb,
I presume?

Is that what killed
Raychelle, that thing?

She was going to
ruin everything.

Caleb's already
done that for you.

Come on,
where's the hand?

I won't let
you take it!

Brady listen to me,

Caleb is
using you.

Every time you walk
through something

you're getting weaker and he's
getting stronger, okay.

And he is not going to
stop until you are dead.

No!

What's wrong
with you?

- Stop fighting me!
- Never!

Gone.

Missing?

However long your son has it
and it's making him very

sick.

Okay, so,

tell me
about the hand.

Well I thought it was
a fake,

and disgusting,

but my husband
had to have it.

He was obsessed
with it.

Sometimes I'd find him up
late in his office just...

staring at it.

Can I speak with
him at all?

My husband died
three years ago.

I'm sorry.

He died
holding that...

thing.

I wanted to
throw it out.

I should have,

but it was as if it
wouldn't let me,

so I just
hid it away.

Brady found it

and then one day he brought
a new friend over...

Dante.

Such a nice

I thought he would be a
good influence on Brady.

My son was always
a little...

wild.

Um...what happened
with Dante?

Brady showed him the hand

and when Dante touched it,
something strange happened.

I saw it out of the
corner of my eye.
- What?

It seemed to glow.

How much
did we get?

- Nothing.
- What?

Like two hundred bucks.

I need a rest.

Let's hit
another place.

I can't do
this anymore.

Maybe that guy
Dresden was right.

Maybe doing this
stuff is not good.

Hey, Carson was weak
and he was slow.

Yeah, and now
he's dead.

And Raychelle's dead

and Dresden says
Caleb is killing us too.

- I'm hungry.
- Brady...

There's a supermarket
down the street;

we'll break in,
we'll pig out.

We'll take
a shortcut.

Brady!

Brady!

This thing is
killing you man!

Let go of it!

Damn it Brady,
let go!

Fine,

if that's
how you want it.

You got Dante with
a sick mother;

Brady abandoned by
his parents;

Carson, the ignored son
of a politician.

This Caleb, he saw his
chance to exploit these 3 kids

and he took it.

- Stealing their lives.
- Mhm.

And this was not the
same wispy spirit I saw

when Raychelle was killed.
Obviously not.

He's getting stronger,
he's getting more powerful,

he's getting more
and more alive.

And soon he'll be free.

Jealous?

Oh, I've made my
peace with my situation.

Since when?

I will never
escape.

Only your uncle
held that key,

and he's gone.

Ain't that
a shame.

He had his
moments.

How do I
stop Caleb?

How would you destroy
me if you had to?

- Well Bob, I'd smash your skull.
- Well,

find the bastard's hand
and smash the knuckles to bits.

But let me
ask you this:

Those boys chose
to use the hand.

They could have
ignored Caleb's call.

They've stolen,
they've murdered,

they've sacrificed
one of their own

are they really
worth saving?

Raychelle thought so.

Hello?

Was he alone?

Okay,
thanks Murphy.

Listen, if I run into
Dante I'll let you know.

Brady's dead.

I have to find Dante.

How you
doing Dante?

Is that for
your mother?

Stay back.

You keep listening to
Caleb you're going to die

just like Carson
and just like Brady.

Doesn't matter
anymore.

Caleb was
a murder.

He was a murderer
and he was a thief,

and even in death he is still
killing

and he's still taking

and he's using
you to come back.

Raychelle,
your girl, she died trying to stop him.

You going to let her
death be in vain?

You got to help stop him Dante,
you're the only one that can do it.

Give me the hand.

Just give me the hand.

Dante?

Dante?

Okay, it's simple,
do you want to live

or
do you want to die?

You have to fight
this thing.

I know what it's like
to fight the darkness.

You'll be tempted but
you've got to resist it.

I can't.

I can't.

He's too strong.

He's not that strong,
or else you'd be dead by now.

You've got to
force him out.

You got to
let it go.

Dante

give me
the hand.

Give me the hand.

Trust me, I know what
I'm talking about.

Give it...

Come on Dante,
that's it.

Come on,
give it to me.

There you go.

Well then,
looks like I'm out.

If you want the boy
to live, walk away.

And then what, you just
start stealing and killing again?

Old habits.

Well then we got a
problem, don't we?

I don't like problems.

You're made
of wax.

What I'm about
to take from you...

you will never
get back!

This will make
a nice keepsake.

Is it me or is it
getting hot in here.

Dante, you're going
to be all right.

You're going to
be all right.

Did Dante
deserve to be saved?

Well, Dante didn't steal
for money or attention,

he stole to help his mother.
That was something.

Plus unlike his friends,
he tried to resist the hand.

Bottom line, saving Dante
was what Raychelle hired me to do.

She paid
with her life

and I was going
to honor that.

Hey, rest up.

Take it easy.
You're lucky
to be alive.

Caleb?
Where is he?

He's gone,
forever.

You're the only
one that made it.

- My mom?
- She's fine. She asked after you.

- She's talking?
- Yeah.

Okay look, Dante,
here's the deal.

The police, they think
that

Carson and Brady figured out
a way to hack into security systems

so they could break
into places.

They also have evidence
that suggests

that Brady killed Carson
and Raychelle before he O'D'd.

None of that's true.

You're right, none of thatistrue,
but it is what people will believe.

Now, here's what's
going to happen.

My friend,
Lieutenant Murphy,

she is going to
come and see you
and she is gonna ask you
a whole load of questions

and
you are going to cooperate

and you're going to confess
to everything they charge you with.

And then what,
prison?

They'll send me
away forever.

Yeah, but my other
friend, Morgan,

he's going to come and get
you he's going to take you away

and he's offer you an exciting
new career opportunity.

Your touch
activated the hand.

You resisted it longer
than the others.

You ultimately
rejected its pull.

You spurned
the black magic.

That indicates you have talents,
talents that we can use.

Who is we?

Questions later.

Do you accept the
offer before you?

I... yeah.

Good.

We'll be in touch.

Great to see
you Morgan.

Well that was
different.

He used
a door...

You'll see.

So you set this
all up for me?

Yeah.

- Why?
- For Raychelle,

because she loved you.

Besides,
we all make mistakes.

What we do next
is what matters.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Make it right.

Walls,
they're everywhere.

They define us,
limit us,

we can try to go
around them,

break through them

or give
up and let them close us in.

But every once in a while,
if we're lucky,

someone opens a door,

and then it's up to us,
to have the courage,

to walk through.