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- The end is nigh,
my free minds.

If you're just
joining the story,

we are looking at the
disturbing, the shocking,

and the true rise in
unexplained murder-suicides

that have swept our city,
spreading like a cancer,

from similar rises
and similar stories,

popping up all over the
country over the last 25 years.

But what exactly
is going on here?

Have we entered another
dimension of sight and sound?

Just tonight,
another crazy account,

coming out of the Valley.

A husband, a father,
Richard Mills,

wealthy, beloved member
of the PTA.

A respected lawyer
in the community

was coming home from work,

like it was just
any ordinary day.

But on this day, Richard
walked into his house,

walked right past his wife,
past his kids, into his office,

grabbed a Glock nine
millimeter from his desk,

walked into the living room,

and slaughtered
his entire family.

- It's okay.

- Then Richard Mills stood in
the middle of his living room,

surrounded by the bodies
of his butchered family.

Put a gun in his mouth,
dead.

- It's okay.
You're all right, buddy.

Hello, buddy.

- Your minds are shut!

I'm outta here! I'm done!

- God damn it!

Well, I'll tell you why.

Richard Mills was possessed.

By something, something
dark. A demon? I don't know.

We don't know.

But mark my words, my friends.

This will continue.

There will be more and more
of these murder-suicides.

I wish I was wrong.
I wish I was wrong.

Stay tuned.

- I...

I keep seeing him die.

Over and over again.

I can still feel his fur.

- I know. It doesn't
feel real at all.

- I was still holding him.

A few hours ago,
I was still holding him.

I was still holding him.

10 years.

10 years we were together,
almost every single day.

Every single day,
since I rescued him.

Through bad, through good.

Through everything.

And now he's
just gone, like that.

My boy.

- Hey.

- Louie!

Oy.

Louie?

Louie!

You're okay. You're okay, pal.

Sarah!

Hey, buddy.

- Oh, my God!
- Sarah, get the keys!

Get the keys.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Hey, buddy. Let's go!

To cancer.

Over a dog.

- You know he wasn't
just a dog, to you or me.

- You know, he was with me,

every day,

after I got laid off.

Through all those
resumes I sent.

You probably didn't notice
much, 'cause of work, but,

I...

I watched him fall apart.

- Just don't worry about
the bills right now, please,

and I'll take care of the
car until things get better.

Hey, hey.

It's gonna take time and
I'm here for you, okay?

- It doesn't change

how embarrassing it is,

how hard it is.

Louie helped keep me together.

I mean, it's like losing a son.

I lost my son.

- I know.

- We had a connection. I don't
even know how to explain it.

But, it was...

- Spiritual.

- Yeah. Maybe.

Is that weird?
- No.

That was pretty clear
when I met you and Louie.

- God.

I can't even see straight.

- You just went through
some pretty intense trauma.

- God.

- You okay?

- Does it look grainy to you?

- "Grainy"?

- Like...

Like a film? Like film grain?

- Uh...

No. I mean, I know
what you mean, but...

What, it looks really
grainy to you right now?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Louie?

- Ors? What is it?

- I can see him.

I can see him.

- What?

You see him?

- Oh, my God.

My boy.

Thank you for visiting me.

Babe, look.

I can see him.

My god. I can see him.

- Baby, what're you talking
about? There's nothing there.

Are you sure you don't
want me to call out today?

- No, it's okay.

- Do you, do you...

Do you see him anywhere?

- Mm-mm.

I really did see him, though.

- You don't have to convince me.

- What's that
one for again?

- Rose quartz, for healing.

And the third eye of Horace.

- For protection.

- And seeing the unseen.

I Love you.

- Sarah?

The fuck?

- I asked her
how it could be George.

It's an adult cat.

The medium said because
time runs in a circle,

the higher spirit exists
across all time at once,

and it knew I needed
George again.

So part of the spirit was
born into a similar cat

that lived similar experiences

a couple of years
before George died,

and then he entered my life
just when I needed him.

It was fate.

- Hey!
- Shit!

- Damn it, Kit!
- Got you.

- Oh, my God.

What? No Super Soaker?

- Come on, that really
hurts my feelings. I swear.

- It's a weird day.
What's going on?

- Oh, yeah. Well, um...

I've got four potential
witnesses down at the
murder-suicide

in Echo Park.

- Jesus. That's four,
just in that area.

- That's 44 in the whole city.
It's a freaking madhouse.

- Okay.

Just give me a few
minutes to finish this up,

and I'll be right out.

- Sure.

Oh, hey. I just wanted to say
I'm really sorry about Louie.

He was the best.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

I'll see you in five.

- Okay.

- Wow. It looks
delicious, thank you.

- Enjoy.

- Thanks for coming out with me.

I know you didn't want
to, but I think it's good.

- Yeah. Probably.

- You should try to
get out every day.

Even if it's for a
walk or groceries.

- You know our neighbor?

The old one?

- Mr. Creeper?

What?

You saw him today?

- With a new victim.

- Not the same as the last one?

Like different than the last
10 you saw walk in there?

- Maybe he's an escort.

- Maybe he's a cannibal.

You never know. You should
see some of these cases I get.

True crime.

- Anyways. We're taking
some of Louie's stuff out.

And I see him.

And he spots me looking at him.

- Awkward.

- Then he waves at me.

- Oh, shit.

- Guess we all have a
weird neighbor, right?

- Mm.

Or maybe

we're the weird neighbors.

- Yeah.

- Are you still seeing
that grain from last night?

- Yeah.

I don't know what's going on.

Am I losing it?

- No.

No.

- Thanks for not
thinking I'm crazy.

- Oh, I stopped
dating crazy in my 20s.

- Oh! So sorry.

I don't always look
where I'm going.

- No problem.

- We haven't formally met.

- I'm, uh, Ors Gabriel.

I live in 215 with
my girlfriend, Sarah.

- I'm Jeffrey. Bowman.

Your weird neighbor.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Bowman.

- How long has the
grief been going?

- Excuse me?

- You lost someone
recently, right?

- Yeah, I did.

My dog, actually.

To cancer.

- Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Animals really are our
protectors, aren't they?

- Sure are.

- Most people can't see how
powerful that bond can be,

but I believe they're here to
help us get through this life.

Don't you?

- Man's best friend.

Mr. Bowman...

- Jeffrey.

- Jeffrey.

My girlfriend and I
have been wondering,

what it is exactly you do.

- You mean what does
your weird neighbor do

with all these strange people
that come to visit him?

- I didn't say that.

- No, I get it.

- Hi, Jeffrey.

Thank you again.

- My pleasure.

Something like that.

- So, you're a counselor?

- Sort of, in a way.

- Well, nice to
officially meet you.

I'm sure we'll see
each other around.

- Has he come to visit you yet?

- I'm sorry?

- They come back to
see us when they pass,

if the bond was strong enough.

But most of us can't see that.

Louie will be with
you for some time.

Don't you worry.

He knows that you need him
for a little while longer.

- I didn't say his name.

- Oh?

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm
hosting a small circle

at Thunderbolt Spiritual,
around the corner.

Why don't you stop by?

Might be good for you.

Change of scenery and all that?

- Maybe.

- It's good to meet you, too.

- Aww, I love this one!
Remember?

When Becca brought her
boyfriend's crazy dog camping

and it got stuck on the
little island in the rapids?

- Yeah.

- And her boyfriend
was too chicken,

so you hopped in and
waded across the river.

- And then he jumped in,
thinking I was in trouble.

I'll never forget his
scared little face,

when he scrambled
over to get to me.

- Yeah.
- Poor boy.

- I'll never forget
you wading back across,

with a dog under each arm.

Oh, Louie.

What a hero.

- That he was. Yeah.

For sure.

Have you seen him again?

- I was probably just
losing it for a minute.

- No, I don't think so. I think
that you actually saw him.

And by the way, I was
talking about you, Mr. Hero.

I'm gonna go back down
and finish a case file,

And then I'm gonna go to bed.

- I'll stay up here for a bit.

- I know.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Goodnight, my hero!

- Another day.
Another dose of truth.

Today we have someone
very special joining us.

The best kept secret in
the spiritual community,

renowned psychic and
exorcist, Jeffrey Bowman.

- Thanks for having me.

- So, I wanna
get right into this.

There is a lot of juice
to squeeze here.

You are a psychic. You were
born with this ability?

- Yes.

Ever since I can remember,

I've been able to see and
communicate with spirits,

both those recently deceased,

as well as those
who have ascended.

- You're talking
like angels, right?

- Yeah. Thereabouts.

They're what we aspire to be.

- So, what separates Jeffrey
Bowman from the rest?

I mean, your website calls you

the greatest psychic exorcist.

Why?

- Most in my field have
set belief systems

that limits what they
can see, feel, interpret.

I remain open, as
much as possible.

I specialize in energy
clearing and protection.

These methods should be
available for everyone.

- Protection from what?

Ghosts? Demons?

- Negative energy.

Everything is made up of energy.

It's everywhere around us.

You're made of it.
I'm made of it.

Most importantly, our
spirits are made of it,

and the most common
negative energy comes from

our emotion.

When we're angry or scared,
or depressed or sad,

we project negative energy
into the physical world.

And without knowing how
to protect yourself,

your ex could think
negative thoughts about you,

and that energy...

- "What a jerk."

And that that energy flies
across the country and hits me?

I thought I was safe in LA.
I mean, how far am
I supposed to go?

The Moon?

- Well, energy
travels on the other side

The astral plane.

Most of us don't see it.

- Hey, Louie.

I hope you're not
in pain anymore.

Miss you.

Keep visiting me if you can,
buddy.

I need it.

- Until the next
dose of truth.

Stay tuned.

- "Light Warrior."

- You don't
think you'll win, do you?

- A delight.

- Guess I'm late.

- You're here exactly
when you're supposed to.

- You know, I did some net
recon on you last night.

- Hm.

- Didn't realize you
were a celebrity.

- Hardly.

But my name is
known in certain circles.

- Psychic circles.

- Yes.

- So you are a psychic, then.

- Ors.

That's an interesting name.

Where does it come from?

- It's Hungarian.

It's my granddad's name,
actually.

With an umlaut over the O, so...

Here, it's just Ors.

- I knew a Hungarian man, once.

Someone I trained in one
of those psychic circles.

- Bet he was a real
pain in the ass.

- Something like that.

So, how's your support system?

You got friends you can talk to?

- Sarah.

My girlfriend. She's
basically my best friend.

I have other friends, but um,

I don't see them
much since the layoff.

- Family?

- Aren't you supposed to
know all this already?

- It doesn't quite
work like that.

- My dad ran out when I was 12.

My mom, she's in a hospital now.

So it's just me,
Sarah, and Louie.

Me and Sarah.

How do we, uh...

How do we start?

- Just tell me what you want to.

- A few hours after Louie died,

my...

I saw this grain.

It's the best way
I can describe it.

Over my vision.

I don't know.
Maybe it was energy.

- Yes.

It is.

- So you see it, too?

- No.

Actually.

But we all tend to perceive
things differently.

Mediums and psychics,

some see spirits as
vivid as you and me.

Others, softer.

Faded, like a hologram.

Others see events that
haven't occurred yet

in our linear
perception of time.

Others tap into
others' memories,

or take snapshots.

Like the afterglow in your eye,

after you've glimpsed the sun.

This grain you're seeing
could be the veil itself.

- Like a gateway?

- Yes.

A sort of layer barrier.

Spirits who haven't crossed
over, mostly negative spirits,

stuck in the plane
closest to this one,

or the recently dead who
haven't quite adjusted,

are mainly what step through.

I can't remember the last
time I came across somebody

that could see it, but it
does happen.

- When you say negative spirits,
you mean like murderers?

Criminals?
- Or their victims.

Lost souls with unfinished
business.

- What about
this lowest plane?

- Forget heaven or hell.

There are several planes of
existence above this one.

The higher you get, the
closer you come to the source.

- God.

- Or whatever created this.

Us.

A creator does exist.

We just don't know what it is.

Not even the spirits do.

At least, not the
ones I've talked to.

- And if it's closest
level to this one,

and it's not hell,
then what is it?

Purgatory?

- Yes.

Closer to that.

Hell in the scripture
is a place of fire

and eternal suffering.

There's no permanent jail.

Some spirits may wander
around for 200 years,

before a higher spirit...

Ors, are you okay?

What's wrong?

- Something's in here.

- Ors...

Listen to me.

Ors!

I want you to visualize a
ball of light in your heart.

Small as a marble!

- Leave me alone!

- Ors! Let the light engulf you.

- Okay! Okay!

- Engulf your heart.
Engulf your whole body.

- I can't!

- Yes, you can. He can only
hurt you, if you let him.

- Get away!

- Listen to me!
- He wants to kill me!

- See the light.
It's your shield!

He can't get past the barrier!

What we visualize,
we can actualize,

in the astral plane.

- You didn't see him?

Oh, Jesus.

Does that mean I'm...

- Because I didn't see it?

No.

Whatever this thing is,

he could be projecting
into your third eye

from a million miles away.

Are you okay?

- Archangel Michael.

- I'll give it to the Catholics.

They know their art.

You're not crazy.

- He was in here.

I swear he was.

- There's nothing here.

There are all kinds
of dark forces

that can project all sorts of
nasty imagery into your head.

It doesn't mean
that you're crazy,

but it would love
to drive you there.

- Then what?

- I think this thing
sees a threat.

It sees what you could become,
with the proper guidance.

And it scares him.

Fear feeds them.

Don't give it to them.

You're okay.

Let's take a walk.

- 45.

45 murder-suicides in this
city, just in the last year.

Sometimes I wonder
if this is hell.

- Someone here knows.

- Back in the bookstore,

you mentioned something
about higher spirits.

Is that like angels?
Like Michael?

- Something like that.

Guides.

Guardians.

Social workers.

- You can see them?

- Sometimes.

If I'm meant to.

- Well, I'd have some questions.

- The trauma of losing Louie

is unlocking your
psychic abilities.

So, maybe you'll
get your chance.

Look, some are born
mediums. Others activate.

Every person has a potential,
because on the other side,

we are all psychic.

More are waking up every
day. It's a psychic war.

And then there's the Fedora Man.

- I can feel him.

It's just darkness.

- No one knows what it,
or they are.

Some people call them
"shadow people".

The more your third eye opens,
the better you see them.

These shadow people could
be old negative spirits.

Or something a bit worse.

I've never seen them,
but I can't deny

the thousands of reports
from around the world.

And now,

you.

- Sarah's cooking my
favorite meal tonight.

Chicken Paprikash.

- Paprikash!

I'm jealous.

The more you learn,
the stronger you'll be.

If they were strong enough,
they'd kill us themselves,

but they can't affect the
physical world like we can.

What they can do is influence!

They can attack us
telepathically.

Turn us against each other.
Push us to do terrible things.

I'm sure you've seen
the news lately.

Mother comes home, kills her
three children and herself.

- You mentioned something worse.

What's worse than
negative spirits?

- Whatever the Fedora Man is,

he's trying to stop you
from doing something.

He wants you to fail.

Don't let him!

- Is...

I just feel like there's
something that you're
not saying.

I don't want you to
keep me out of this

if I'm here with you.

- Everything he said felt true.

But, I couldn't help
but wonder if...

maybe he was just
completely nuts.

Maybe there's a small
population of people,

insane in the same way.

- Or maybe there's a small
population that has a gift.

- Maybe.

Most of my life, though, I
thought this is all bullshit.

God.

The afterlife.

And my world's
upside-down right now.

- So how much
proof is enough, then?

I wish I could see
what you're seeing.

- I don't know.

There's no creator showing
up to tell us it'll be okay.

Or stop worldwide disasters.

Or helping animals.

- Or saving some poor girl

about to get eaten by some
sick cannibal murderer?

- Yeah.

I mean, I wanna
believe him, but,

then I remember how messed
up this world really is.

- Maybe it's just...

Not simple.

Maybe.

- Shit!

- God damn it! Those were
my mom's favorite plates!

- Well, I didn't do it
on purpose. Fuck, sorry.

And maybe if you wouldn't
be so fucking careless,

it wouldn't have happened.

- What the fuck?

- Yeah. I'm fucking sick of it.

Nothing matters to you.
Poor Ors, poor Ors. Fuck!

- What the hell
did you just say to me?

Give me a fucking break!

And what, now you're, you're
seeing spirits and shit?

What, you're a medium now?

Sounds like you're
losing your fucking mind!

- I'm not fucking done yet!

- Let go me, you
fucking piece of shit!

- What the fuck did
you say to me?

- I said I'm tired of carrying

your broke ass while you dream!

- Oh, Ors.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hey, Jeffrey.

- Listen, I'm sure you're
probably full

from all that Paprikash,
but I happen to moonlight

as a baker and I happen
to have a great pie

in the oven right now.

I thought I could bring
some by for dessert.

- Uh...

We're in the middle of...

- It's cherry!

- We'd love to.

- Oh, great. Hi, I'm Jeffrey.

You must be Sarah.

- Yes.
- The famous Sarah.

- I told him about that
album you made in college.

- Oh, God...

- Can you give us like
10 minutes or something?

- Uh, sure. Sure.

You set the table and I'll
bring the pie.

I'll see you soon.

- Look.

Look.

I don't know what
happened there.

- That. That that wasn't us.

- You didn't mean all that?
- No!

- You don't think I'm crazy?

- No! I don't know why I said...

That wasn't us. Okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

You baked this pie?

- You dare question?

- Jeffrey Psychic Baker.

All right.

I like it.

- I don't care who baked it.

Can I just have some, please?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you.

- And...

For you.

So, Sarah.

How are you holding up?

- It's hard.

And Louie was just a special
dog. So, it's been tough.

- Yeah.

I gathered that.

- Yeah. I keep feeling stupid,
because...

I mean, it is just a dog.

Right?

I mean, I shouldn't feel this
messed up because of a dog.

- If even most people
can't understand.

He was your friend.

He was there.

He listened, even if he
didn't know the words.

Louie was your guardian in life.

He's your guardian, still.

Some find that in a parent,

schoolmate, sibling,

or an animal.

In the end, they're all spirits.

Whatever form your confidant
takes, who are we to judge?

You have every right
to mourn Louie.

He gave you a solace most
people only dream of.

And I may have some
messages for you.

- You've been able to
communicate with him?

- I have.

Louie wants you to know
that he loves you, Ors.

When you rescued him,
you not only saved him

from a cruel life, but
you helped him learn...

to trust again.

And he saved you too, didn't he?

- Yeah.

He did.

We were a team.

- He wants you to
know he's free now.

He stayed as long as he could.

Longer than his body
wanted him to.

He fought hard,

because he knew that
you needed him.

- I just hope I gave
him a good life.

- You did.

Our animals

live for us.

Most people have animals,
just to have 'em.

But you made Louie a friend.

And for that,

he's grateful.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- No, no.

No.

No, no.

Excuse me.
- What's the name?

- Louie. Stage four lymphoma.

- Let me call somebody.

- He's not, let me in right now.

- You're going to leave?
Leave?

Louie, I love you, buddy.
Please don't go.

- Yes!
- Where are you going?

- Your minds are shut!

- My mind is not shut!

- I'm done. I'm outta here!

It's over.

- Where is my husband,
God damn it?

- You know it's okay, right?

- Yeah.

- But remember our deal.

No telling Mom I took
you to an R-rated movie.

- Got it.

Dad?

- Yeah?

- Is this really happening?

- You're in the dream world now.

It's one of many planes.

- That's not like the
real world?

- Oh, it is.

It's a place we go when
our bodies are asleep.

It's a place we go
where we can talk.

But you have to be
very careful here.

There are scary monsters
that want to hurt you,

and feed on your spirit.

- But how are you here?

You left us, Daddy.
Why did you leave me?

- Always remember, my boy.

All time

is always happening.

I take the popcorn.

I have taken the popcorn.

I will take the popcorn.

All at once.

That way, we can
always be together.

Even apart.

Jeffrey is using you.

Do not trust him.

- What?

- Oh, Je--

No fucking way.

Get out!

- What is it?

Ors.
- Leave us alone!

- Who's there?

What do you see?

- Get out.

You're not welcome here.

Eww.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God.

- God. What is happening?

- What do you want?

- Ors?

- You're not real.

You're not real.

You're not real.

- Open the door,
baby. You're scaring me.

- Is this what crazy looks like?

Did you just break the lock?

- Talk to me.

- I'm gonna handle this.
- Don't shut me out.

- Baby, I keep seeing t
he shadow man.

This...

This shadow person, it's...

- And he wears a large hat?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- I think you're talking
about the Fedora Man.

I grew up hearing stories
about the man in the hat,

and spiritual groups talk
about him all the time.

Them. Shadow people, if
it's what I think it is.

- Before my mom was
committed to that hospital,

before she tried to kill
herself three times,

she was always
seeing this thing.

I'm scared I have what she has.

- No.
- I'm losing my mind, baby.

- No.

I didn't know it was like that.

- I haven't been able
to talk about it, but,

I don't think I can
outrun it anymore.

- He's a liar.

- You're outta
Berry Berry Kix.

- I didn't know quite
what to say yesterday.

I didn't know how I could help.

But, I had a dream and
you were there.

I knew I had to talk with you,
but I didn't quite know why.

And now you're here,

and I

understand.

We appreciate you calling
us back, Mr. Hideyoshi.

- Tea?

- No, thanks.

- Are you sure?

- We don't wanna take up
too much of your time.

- Please.

Just one minute.
Mrs. Hideyoshi needs tea.

- Sure.
- Sure.

- Please!

Sit.

- We're fine.

So there was something
that you wanted

to add to your statement?

- Stacy was a nice lady.

I even babysat her kids before.

There was no trouble. Never.

The kids always looked happy.

Stacy was divorced, but it
wasn't a terrible thing.

Her husband is not a
bad man, either.

It just doesn't make

any sense to me.

- So there's nothing
you can think of?

I mean, no arguments? No fights?

- No, no. They were
a nice family!

We were getting home,
at the same time.

I saw her.

It was like there was something
inside her, pushing her.

Very sad.

I don't believe
it was Stacy at all.

- Well then, who?

- Not "who".

I believe

a demon took her.

- Oh.

Right.

- You see the news, right?

People doing this,
more and more.

Why?

Bad things are coming.

- I think, uh, I think
it's time for us to go.

- Kit, bring the car around.
I'll be down in a few.

- You're gonna keep
listening to this voodoo?

- I said I'll see you in a few.

Follow up on that missing
person lead I told you to.

- Okay, boss.

- Are you a spiritual man?

- Oh, yes. It gives me peace.

So sad, what happened to
Stacy and her children.

But I know they will be okay,
and they'll be back again.

- You mean reincarnation?

- Yes.

We all live many times, because
we have so much to learn.

And it is all written.

I believe

Stacy and her children
were meant to die this way.

Maybe their death will
change the world.

Sometimes,

after we come back enough times
and learn all the lessons,

one will come back
to help us here.

Can you think of one?

- Jesus?

- Mm.

His spirit lived many lives,

and he came back
to help us grow.

But people weren't ready.

So he taught one important rule.

Love.

But Jesus did not know
his mission right away,

until he connected

with his spirit.

- Because you don't
remember your past lives

when you come back?

- Yes.

To have a human life,
one must forget.

And there are others, too.

John Lennon.

Martin Luther King.

Fred Rogers.

- Actually, I'm pretty
sure about Mr. Rogers.

- Ah.

Maybe Stacy and her
kids will come back

to help us here, too.

I am sorry

our journeys came together
under these circumstances.

But...

Then again, maybe you
will change the world.

- We are headed
for something sinister.

Something is brewing
behind the scenes,

and the dark side is
moving their chess pieces.

Richard Mills was not
Richard Mills--

- Did your bidding,
as requested.

- Didn't know you were
a Maxie Million fan.

- Well, when reason
doesn't reason anymore,

someone's gotta have the
answer to this madness.

- Yeah.

- So, Laszlo Gabriel.

Uses the alias "Larry".

But nothing too sinister there.

Name sounds familiar,
but why this guy?

- Just a hunch.

- Yeah. He's moved around a lot.

- God. Look at the cities.

All cities in the last
several years had a spike

in the same unexplained
murder-suicides.

And I'll bet the dates line up,
too.

- Yeah, but these are all
murder-suicides, right?

So, unless all these
investigations in all these
cities

somehow missed a third party...

You think this guy Laszlo's
involved?

Who's the new pen pal?

- Someone that I think can help.

- I took a look at the file.

And man. Seven years
without a single word?

That's gotta be tough.

In my experience, once they're
gone, they don't come back.

But family is family.

You never know.

- Thanks.

- I'll give you two some
privacy.

- Hi, Mom.

Sorry I haven't visited.

I guess, uh...

I guess I've, I've been scared.

Louie died.

Remember Louie?

He was pretty young
when you met him.

Mom, I need your help.

I've been seeing things.

The night Louie died,

he came back to me.

And I want to believe
he's with me.

I wanna believe.

But then I keep seeing him.

Him.

Mom.

I keep seeing him.

I need to know I'm not crazy.

I need to know that you
aren't crazy, either.

Can you hear me?

Hi, Mom.

You can talk to me in here.

I can hear you.

Mom.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't been
there for you.

- You're here for me now.

Can you help me?

Is the Fedora Man real?

- When I met your father,
we fell so in love.

But he had a darkness around
him that I ignored too long.

Everywhere we went,

pain followed.

And I started to notice this

shadow.

It followed him everywhere.

He was consumed by it.

When I finally got us
away from him,

the Fedora Man began
to attack me.

It wouldn't stop.

I

felt

so weak.

I...

I didn't want the pain anymore.

I was wrong.

You needed me.

But you can do
something I couldn't.

Be strong.

Show the Fedora Man

you won't be taken by fear.

Win.

Win.

- See you tomorrow.

- You sure you don't
want a ride?

- No, it's all good.
The walk clears my head.

See you tomorrow.

- Yo!

Your jacket.

- See what I mean?

- Hey! Move it!

- Hello?

Ors.
- Hi, Jeffrey.

- It's a dangerous world
that you're stepping into.

I hope you can keep
an open mind.

- So my spirit guides
planned all this, right?

Was there anything else I
need to know?

- Sarah asked for my help
on in case she's working.

And I found something I
hoped I wouldn't.

A connection between your
dad and the Fedora Man,

and I think the sudden spike

in murder-suicides that
we've seen.

I projected into his apartment.

There's a book.

A brown, leather-bound book.

The answers are in there.

All the answers.

- Jeffrey, is Sarah with you?

- No. She hasn't
answered.

I can't see it.

Prepare yourself.

Use the shield.

Protect yourself with the light.

Focus.

- What's the address?

- There's
danger surrounding this.

- Jeffrey.

Give me the address.

- Ors!

12638 Cedar Avenue.

- Protect yourself.

- What did you say to me?

- Protect
yourself with the light.

- What?

Been a long time.

- You are out of
your depth, son.

- You don't get to call me that.

- I've heard a lot about you.

- I see your eye is opening
more and more.

I'd hoped you'd stay asleep,
like all the other sheep.

But then that damn
dog had to die.

I've been activated all my life.

I thought if I could
just save you

from Jeffrey and his lies.

- Save me?

- Well, save me.

And put you next to your
mother with a broken mind.

It was all too much for her.

Dear Agnes.

- You don't get to talk
about her, either.

- She couldn't understand
my mission.

That's why I couldn't
let her interfere.

And I won't let you.

- "Mission"?

- What the all-wise Jeffrey
never understood, was purpose.

I was never deranged.

How simple.

How small.

I'm here to find as many
psychic potentials as I can,

and end them, before
they learn how to fight.

- You killed all those people.

How?

- Telepathy.

Our great weapon.

Over there, we're all gods.

With the power of thought, you
can build cities, an arsenal.

Anything. Everything!

Because there, the
energy is endless.

- Right now, you're just a man.

And men die.

- I am spirit.

Here?

Limited by this body.

But when this body dies...

- You're insane.

- Just as your side will
send down the ascended

to guide humanity, mine
will send us to push back.

You may know some of the names.

Charles Manson.

Ted Bundy.

Jack the Ripper.

- So, what, you're some
psychic assassin from hell?

- If there were such a place.

- "And only the sheep will
be left for the wolves."

- Sleeping masses.

No resistance.

Free to feed on their pain,

in their miserable lives,

the uprising dies before
it's ever born.

- So Jeffrey was right.

It's a war.

- But your bright minds
fought back.

Growing technology
in this system.

Every moment of life
being recorded.

Began to make our
work difficult.

That's why I became necessary.

That's why the Fedora Man
was born.

So, I whispered and whispered,

and the weak minds
did our work for us.

Now...

Give me the book.

- There's not a negative
spirit I've seen

get through my shield.

So, what are you?

- Blood means nothing
against all of existence.

You see, my boy?

The spirit is all of our lives.

All time, all at once!

All that history.

All that power.

When this body dies, my
spirit will be a dragon.

- The Central Intelligence
Agency requires you to push

beyond your limit.

We are at war,
24 hours every day.

And you?

The Agency's next great weapon.

Wendigo, Wendigo.

Dear Doctor Wendigo.

Where are my soldiers?

Where are my soldiers?!

Wendigo, Wendigo.

These children, Wendigo...

These children.
Oh, these children.

Where are my soldiers?

Where?!

- Wendigo.

- The Central Intelligence
Agency requires you to push

beyond your limits.

We are at war,
24 hours every day.

And you?

The Agency's next

great weapon.

- Where are my soldiers?

Where?!

You cull! You need to
be cut from the herd!

Foul.

You cull!

You're a failure!

You rotting flesh!

These children?

These children.

Wendigo, Wendigo.

Children.

These children

are my soldiers.

- Who the hell are you?

Laszlo.

- Jeffrey.

- Now you see his lies.

He made me what I am.

Jeffrey created the Fedora Man.

- Are you hurt?

I'm so glad Sarah gave my
number to that Jeffrey Guy.

- Where is Sarah?

- Okay, look.

There was an accident.

- What?

- She was hit by a car, but
she's okay. She's alive, okay?

She's, uh-

- Kit, where the hell-
- She's pretty banged up, but.

She was hit by a car.

I think this asshole's car,

judging by the smashed
windshield downstairs.

- Where the hell is she, Kit?

- Regional ER, two miles up.

Ors.

I will always have her back.

So, you were not here. Got it?

- Jesus.

Laszlo!

- Ors?
I knew he'd come for you.

It's time to make this right.

I'll hold him.

Go.

- Fuck you.

- Well, you pretty much left
me to run the ship alone.

Not any one of you can fix this?

These surges have been
going on over an hour.

- Sarah Reeve?

- You would think with all
the fancy cars around here

that someone could pay the
electric bill.

- Sarah Reeve?!

- She's in 328.

But you can't be here now.

Visiting hours are over!

- Oh, shit.

He's here.

- Who's here?

The electrician?

There's nothing there, kid.

I'm calling security.

What in the hell?

- Sarah!

Are you okay?
- What? Yeah.

- Are you all right?
- What is it?

- Can you get up? Are you hurt?

- Why?
- Can you walk?

We need to leave, right now.
- What is happening?

Ors, you're scaring me.
- Please get dressed.

- What? Why?
- The Fedora Man.

My dad is the Fedora Man.

- What?

- I confronted him.
He almost killed me.

Right before Kit showed up and
put two right in his chest.

- What?

- But Laszlo is dead. I think
that means big trouble for us.

- How is that possible?

- I don't know.
Astral projection?

But I saw it. I saw his face.

The motherfucker is making
people kill themselves,

and their families,
with his mind.

But it's no projection anymore.

- Ors.

It doesn't matter where we go.

- Sarah!

- Oh, my God!

- Do it.

Do it.

No, Laszlo.

- No!

- Ors.
We can take him together.

- You are not stronger than me!

- You had the
perfect alibi, didn't you?

You were never there.

You thought you were invincible.

But you're in pain.

You're consumed by it,

and it makes you weak.

- Get outta my fucking head!

- You are nothing!

You are done.

You cannot hurt my son!

- Please! Stop!

- Now

feel

love.

- Ors!

Is Jeffrey...

- I'm fine.

I'm just a tired old man.

- Oh, my God. I can hear him!

- I'm sorry for all this.

I knew training
Laszlo would end in pain,

but I was weaker
than his belief.

I didn't see how far he'd go.

Then once the Agency
ended the psychic program,

I took it upon myself to fix it,
somehow.

So I watched and
waited for the tragedy,

the catalyst that would bring
your father back for you.

Thank you for allowing
me into your lives.

The pain was worth it,

to see you become what
you were meant to be.

- Look.

- My boy.

- I see him.

- Louie.

- He has one
more message for you.

Tell the story.

Tell the story.

- Thank you.

Thank you, Louie.

- I told you, security
is on its way.

You better be gone
before they get here.

- No.

We're leaving.

What?

What is it?

- Louie.

- Oh, my God.

It looks just like Louie.

- Hey, there.

What's your name?

Somebody leave you out here?

- Hey, baby.

- What you got here?

- "My mom and dad were
abusing Elly,

and I'm only 13 and can't
protect her every day.

This is all I could do to
make sure someone found her.

Please give her a good home."

Aww.

- We'll give you a good home.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

It'll be okay.

- Hi, Elly.

Good girl.