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You're the Jeffree Star.

The one that makes predictions that actually come true.

I'm him.

That's me.

Psychic predictions.

Guidance.

The unknowable made known.

Well, then I guess I came to the right place.

Mr. Star, my name is Mary Johnson.

Of course it is.

And you need my help with... Psychic...

Guidance, I guess.

I've been having these recurring dreams that I don't really understand.

For a while, I even thought about saying shrink.

Psychiatrists only see what's on your mind, Mary.

We want to delve deeper than that. We want to see what's in your soul.

Take my hand

contact

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just jumped in a little bit fast. I

got a bit of a shock.

What did you see?

I'm not sure. I saw an older man.

He was holding a gun.

I think he was trying to kill himself.

Does it mean anything to you?

No.

Let's try again.

See what else we can unearth.

Oh, God.

He's killed himself. He's dead.

So we heard you were back in town.

Yeah, Jeffrey Starr.

First we didn't want to believe it, but here you are, back to your old tricks.

No tricks.

Don't scare out of my wits.

We warned you, didn't we?

I'm so disappointed in you, Jeffrey.

I thought you'd learned something by now, but you can't play around with a

of sight just to make money.

Gift?

Some gift?

I didn't ask for this ability, you know.

You know what happened.

None of us asked for our abilities.

But we respect them. Oh, please. This is not a prophetic vision I am seeing.

This is some kind of... God knows what.

Jeffree Star.

I thought you'd taken your little crystal balls and gone off to Vegas.

I did.

They strongly suggested that I relocate.

Trying to beat the odds at the blackjack table?

This isn't funny. Something from hell wants a piece of me.

Well, tell it to take a number and get in line.

Oh, come on, Nick. Guys, you can help me. I know you can.

Look, I know the last time we got involved, things got kind of weird, and

already owe you big time.

And you promised to go straight and get out of the psychic business.

I did.

Well, at least I tried to.

Look, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll shut down the 900 number.

Just let me keep the website.

Website? I mean, come on, Jeffrey.

I've got to have some kind of cash flow happening.

Have you considered the possibility of a real job?

Look who's talking.

It's not like I can pick up the yellow pages and call someone else.

Come on.

Say you'll do it, huh?

For the sheer professional challenge.

Forget about me.

Please, stop your seances now, and there's a chance this spirit will leave

in peace. Oh, that's it?

Yeah. Just going to let me die?

I'm sorry, Jeffrey, but as long as you continue in spite of our warnings, I

don't see how we can help you.

Okay, hang on, Jeffrey.

It's okay, Alex. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Yeah, well, I doubt that.

Listen, you have the site, but if you keep using it as a meal ticket, you're

bound to get in trouble. Now, for your own sake, you've got to stop.

I think it's too late, Alex. This thing's really got my number.

Called me by name.

Okay, well, I might be able to help if you promise to close up shop for good.

No new clients?

No new clients, and you'll discharge the old ones, plus you'll give me the files

of all your customers.

All right.

I'll make you a deal.

You can have the files if you come tonight and pick them up, see if that

comes back again.

You're having another seance. Your seance? The sound's so... 1890s.

It's their counseling sessions.

Psychic therapy for the mind and spirit.

Coming from you, that's really scary.

I thought that psychics usually worked alone.

Yeah, well, Jeffrey's a slightly unique... Just pretend I'm not here.

I'm ready Here we go

You're holding white roses and wearing a party dress.

Jeffrey.

Jeffrey, come out of this.

Come on, let her go.

Jeffrey, please.

You're hurting me.

What is it?

What did you see?

It's a man with a gun.

It's okay.

I'm in big trouble again.

Even with his true ability, he's still using his stage props.

Yeah, but he didn't stage what I thought. It was the real thing.

And it called him by name.

Well, I think this time he probably summoned more trouble than he could

handle alone.

What's her involvement?

Her name's Mary Johnson. She came to Jeffrey for psychic counseling.

Something about recurring dreams.

She hardly seems his type.

Well, what's his type?

Callable.

Miss Johnson.

Yeah. I'm Derek Ring.

I'm an old acquaintance of Mr. Starr.

Are you all right?

Well, I've had better nights.

You might want to consider keeping your distance from Mr. Starr, at least while

this goes on.

Well, how could I?

I mean, Jeffrey's trying to help me.

And besides, I don't scare easily.

Is that so? Well, I hope not, because it may get worse before it gets better.

And he will tell you that we have experience in these matters.

Right, Jeffrey? Can I talk to you for a moment?

You have to gloat, Derek. You know, it doesn't suit you.

If you permit me, I so rarely get a chance to say it, but... You told me so.

Repeatedly. From what Alex has said, you've really done it this time.

You can help me now, right?

What do you need? Some kind of incantation? Some psychic armor? Well,

actually, I was thinking of going to bed and getting some sleep.

You're killing me here, Derek.

Come on, I gave Alex all of my files. What else do you want me to do?

Besides swearing off your psychic practices?

Absolutely nothing.

Until we tell you to.

Well, I went through his files and found out that Jeffrey's been a very busy boy

and surprisingly meticulous.

He has to be in order to make his sciences as convincing as possible.

He needs to find details of people's lives.

This last one doesn't sound like a hoax.

No. And I'll accept the entity who attacked him. Called him by name.

Great. A dead, dissatisfied customer.

Perhaps, but according to these files, all his previous clients are alive.

He's got some heavy hitters on his roster.

Not the name drop, but... Wow.

You'd think a man worth that much money would know better.

Go figure.

Trevor's been guiding his clients on some pretty major career decisions.

How's his track record?

Surprisingly good, except there's one big loser here.

Daniel Walken.

It was that Wall Street sleaze who was involved in that insider trading thing

two years back.

Imagine Jeffrey Starr consorting with a man charged with fraud.

Boggles the mind, doesn't it?

Yeah. I remember the trial.

Walken got off scot -free. He's been laying low ever since.

Well, still, it's possible he might bear a grudge against Jeffrey.

Well, I have his current address. Maybe I'll see what I can see.

Where's Alex?

Trying to convince this Mary Johnson to stay away from Jeffrey.

I suppose I have to check in with Mr. Starr himself.

So, what exactly was your association with Mr. Walken?

I was a consultant.

Briefly. He only came to me once or twice.

Half a dozen times.

Maybe more.

But the point is, Derek, this happened all years ago.

So this all happened before you had to fight?

You scammed him.

The guy came to me. He was seeking a spiritual guidance.

Spiritual guidance?

Yeah, all right, all right. He was looking for financial advice from, uh,

should I put it? Men who no longer needed the Midas touch.

Gee.

You pretended to channel that million S for him.

You have to make it sound so crass.

All I did was set the stage for him. Oh, let me tell you something.

This guy needed no encouragement. He needed all the yapping.

To whom did he yap, if I may ask?

You know, wealthy gents from the pages of history.

Look, I felt sorry for the man.

All of his friends had abandoned him. He bankrupted everyone he knew.

Daniel Walken had no friends.

Except me.

Okay, so technically speaking, he had no friends.

Look, I never picked any investments for the guy, because they're all very

general, and I never made a nickel off of any of his scams.

No. All you did in your own roundabout way was to inspire them.

I don't understand what you have against him.

I hate to disappoint you, but he isn't all he can be.

You mean he's not really psychic?

Oh, he is definitely psychic. In fact, he has a remarkable gift. It's just that

he's refusing it.

By trying to help me?

How is that refusing it?

Because he hasn't been completely honest all the time.

I know that he advised some very important people.

Are you saying he lied to them?

All I'm saying is that he has caused a lot of people pain.

Mary, you were there. You saw what happened.

I just think it would be safer if you stayed away from him.

As long as I think that he can help me, I'm going to keep seeing him.

Hi.

Can I come in?

That might not be a very good idea.

What's been going on?

We're not finished.

Please.

You can't leave me now.

No, I can't, can I?

Come on in.

In case my unwanted guest comes back again.

Well, if it does, isn't that going to make it harder for you to get out?

Be a good point.

Okay.

So, what's on your mind?

No, wait, wait. I should be able to do this.

You are contemplating the purchase of...

A major appliance. I see you making a choice between avocado green and harvest

gold.

No, Jeffrey.

Actually, I came because... Well, I wasn't entirely honest with

you about why I came in the first place.

Your dreams weren't... No, no, those are real enough.

It's just that I need money.

And I heard that you're really good at that sort of thing.

Oh, Mary, Mary.

I'd love to help you.

But the truth is, you know, as far as money's concerned, I'd do more harm than

good.

But dreams, you know, dreams, maybe I could be of some use.

If you let me.

Oh, I saw the color.

I didn't.

You must have some friends in high places to get this kind of access, Mr.

I mean, the coroner just finished this morning.

What's the name of the group you represent?

The Lewin Foundation.

Oh, the aerospace industry.

Must be exciting.

Well, it has its moments.

Seems strange that they put the place on the market so soon after the guy died.

Seems Mr.

Watkins of State had some heavy debt they need to cover in a hurry.

I'm not surprised.

Mind if I have a look around?

You said that the maid discovered his body yesterday morning?

Any idea how he died?

You said he had a heart attack.

Said?

What do you think?

The maid says she's heard him in his office late at night talking to himself.

Said he's been going on about spooks.

Spooks? What do you mean, like ghosts?

She's been working for him for a lot of years.

Says she's never seen him so worked up or so terrified.

He asked me.

I think he went nuts.

Thanks.

Good father.

You went to him again.

You went to see Star.

Yes. And what are you waiting for? He's the one.

Maybe, father.

I'm not sure.

Star is guilty.

He's the one who destroyed me.

Walken admitted it.

I know Walken was guilty.

But Jeffrey Starr, I don't know.

You promised to help me find the guilty ones.

And you promised to wait until I was certain. That was the bargain we made.

I need more time.

I have to know that he is the one responsible.

I can't have an innocent person die.

And I can't find teeth until the ones that betrayed me are dead.

If Walken's dead, it could be his spirit that's torturing Jeffrey.

Maybe.

There are no witnesses, but apparently Walken had visitors from beyond the

before he died.

In which case, he might have been a victim.

Well, his maid seemed to think that he was being haunted.

I don't suppose there's any way you could check out some of his personal

effects, huh?

What did you have in mind?

That a personal correspondence or something?

Well, I think it's possible Walken knew who his ghost was.

You might want to look into somebody named Evan and see how he figured in

Walken's life.

Evan?

Hey, Evan Brookshire.

Well, it looks like he and Daniel were involved in a deal that majorly fell

through about two years ago.

Brookshire lost millions.

He wasn't the only one.

Well, the difference is, Brookshire was totally wiped out.

He died the following year. His death was ruled a suicide.

Sounds like this Brookshire had a good reason to hate Walken. Yeah.

I'll look at the scene where the Walken had the visitors before he died.

The live persuasion.

Right.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Evan Brookshire?

Daniel Walken?

And Jeffrey Starr.

Right in the middle.

Did I catch you at a bad time?

I never did anything, I swear.

No session, no seance, no sight.

Nada. I was sleeping, and it showed up.

Was this, um, entity familiar in any way?

Familiar? What do you think?

I make a habit of hanging with these things.

Well, I believe the name of this thing is Evan Brookshire. So why is he after

me? I never even met the guy.

You have Walken, right?

Well, Walken set up a deal with Brookshire based on your advice, or

based on some dead millionaire's advice?

Anyway, Brookshire lost his fortune and committed suicide.

So this thing, Brookshire, whatever, why is he going to go after Walken?

I believe he did.

Daniel Walken died two nights ago.

Apparently after a visit by Brookshire's ghost.

Okay, you gotta help me square things with this guy.

You know, you dealt with these people before, and I use the word people in the

loosest possible sense, of course.

You could mediate.

Well, I don't know, Jeffrey. Sometimes I believe we should meddle.

Don't tell me you don't meddle, Derek. You guys, you live to meddle, huh?

Let me ask you a question.

You saw yourself dead, right?

Yes. How reliable have your predictions been since you acquired the site?

Okay, Derek, you're scaring me now.

Come on, please, don't let him die. Can you live with my death? Because I can't.

Well, we'll try to save you. But based on your own visions, I'm not sure if we

can.

What about the security system in the building? People breaking in at all?

Not much chance of that. Mr. Walken had a state -of -the -art surveillance

system. Video monitors on every entrance.

Wise precaution.

Would you excuse me? Sure.

Yeah, the guy from the Luna Foundation had just finished.

Okay, I'll lock up and drop off.

Bingo. Talk to you tomorrow.

I'm not digging this site thing, you know.

I get impressions from total strangers.

I can't stay in hotels because of the leftover vibe off the bed.

I can't maintain a relationship with a woman because I see through the lies.

Yours or theirs?

You're enjoying this way too much, Derek. You know what it's like to have

butt slammed against your own ceiling?

I'm trying to imagine it.

You're off -heart.

The only thing I'm hoping is that this doesn't put the whammy on Mary.

What a kid.

She's got enough problems.

But she keeps coming back to you, doesn't she?

Is that so hard to understand?

You know, maybe she sees my redeeming quality.

Maybe. Now, I assume you had her past checked out for your seances.

I hate that word. They're not seances.

Okay, Jeffrey, what did you find?

Not much.

I'll tell the truth. I couldn't find anything on her. What about the visions

received from her?

They don't make any sense.

You know, one time we hook up, I see her with roses.

Other times I see a guy feed himself with a bullet.

Mostly... I get a lot of pain coming through.

I want you and Mary to finish what you've begun. Here.

Today. The way you normally would.

You mean like a counseling session? You want me to do one?

Yes.

With Alex observing.

Wait, wait, wait a minute. What if you -know -who comes back again?

Well, actually, I'm rather hoping he will.

Why do you hate me, Derek?

How thoughtful of you. You even brought my famous table.

Contact.

Jeffrey. Jeffrey, come on. Come on. Come on. It's okay.

You're okay.

Okay. Breathe.

Breathe.

Jeffrey, tell me what you saw.

Me. I was dead hot.

I'm telling you, I'm going to die for sure.

I'm from Daniel

Walken. This is Jeffrey's only losing client.

Not in a direct sense.

Brookshire never met Jeffrey face to face, but he got caught up in a deal

Walken. Maybe he wasn't the only one.

Walken had one visitor the last few nights before he died.

Mary Johnson.

To the surveillance tapes.

She stopped by on two occasions, and the time code indicates that she didn't

stay for very long.

Just long enough for teen sympathy.

Yeah, and it also seems that the visitations occurred just after she

Isn't it odd that wherever Mary goes, this ghost seems to show up?

Get up, Odd. How is our boy Jeffrey? Still ticking?

No, barely.

He keeps having visions of his own death, and I'm afraid if we keep pushing

this hard, he may just die.

As little as I admire him, I wouldn't want that in my conscience.

Well, at least there's no sign of his visitor this time.

We don't have to wait long.

He gave Jeffrey one day to live.

Oh, there's another thing he got from Mary, something new.

An address, 677 Marchmont.

Maybe we should check it out.

Alex, I want you to find out whatever you can about this Evan Brookshire.

And I think we should try to convince Jeffrey and Mary to stay for the night.

We have less than 24 hours to save his life.

Derek, I couldn't find anything on Mary Johnson.

Did you know Evan Brookshire had a daughter?

Oh, that's just what I was about to tell you.

There are no details to speak of. The family was pretty publicity shy.

But the daughter's name is Mary.

And what about his widow? Did you manage to locate her?

The same address that Jeffrey saw, 677 Larchmont.

She was such an unhappy child.

She just couldn't handle everything that she had.

She got wild and out of control.

Almost makes me glad that Evan lost it all.

Have you seen her lately, Mrs. Brookshire?

No.

She disappeared shortly after Evan's death.

It was a great shock.

Is she in any trouble?

Not necessarily.

She just may be a key piece in a puzzle we're trying to solve.

I'm sorry.

Guess I haven't helped you out much, have I?

You tried.

Yeah, for all the good it did.

Jeffrey, I need to know something.

Did you get any other impressions from me during our session?

Just that place.

The one with the address.

Nothing else about the man with the gun?

Flowers?

I am sorry.

You know, if there was anything else I could tell you, I would believe me.

Jeffrey, is it true that you gave advice to a man named Daniel Walken?

Derek told you, huh?

Yeah, it's true.

Walken came to me.

That's why I'm in this mess.

You know, I gotta get a couple of aspirins. This whole thing's giving me a

headache like you wouldn't believe.

Don't worry about me, alright?

The truth, Mary.

You promised me.

I'd waited long enough.

Jeffrey Starr was the one.

He gave the advice to Walken.

Then he will die.

My husband took his own life, you know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Mary had been gone for a long time.

And the day that she came back, she walked in on Evan.

She said that she had seen Evan after his death, that she had even spoken to

him.

So I tried to get her treatment, but she refused.

And then she just stopped coming by.

She must have loved her father very much.

She worshipped him.

Or at least the man that she thought he was.

The imaginary father who was too busy making a mark in his life to spend time

with her.

Did you know anything about your husband's dealings with Daniel Walken?

Not entirely.

Mr. Walken had given him the opportunity to become incredibly wealthy.

And he said it was a sure thing.

So my husband gave in to his avarice.

Did your daughter know this?

Oh, no.

My husband was very good at covering the details.

I didn't even find out until after his death.

And Mary, uh... She wouldn't listen to me anyway.

Daniel Walken's dead, Mrs. Bookshed.

Brookshire wasn't the innocent lamb being led to slaughter.

Walk and dangle the beat in front of him. Easy money, and Brookshire went for

it. Mary still believes he was a victim. So I'm on my way.

I can't believe she really wants Jeffrey dead.

Her wishes may not matter anymore.

And Brookshire won't rest until he has his revenge.

Why? I don't understand. Why do you want me to leave?

Because it's safer.

Wait a minute. What is going on here?

Don't ask questions. Just go before it's too late. Too late?

Oh, no. Not again.

Evan did that. We're done.

We're done, right?

Yeah. We're done with everything. I think it's a good idea that you start

looking for a new line of work. Oh, yeah.

Hey, maybe you got an opening here, huh?

No.

No?

Maybe. Probably not.

Did Mary happen to call this morning?

Yes. I told her you'd stop by to see her.

Thanks, guys.

Looks like you pulled my fat out of the fire again.

For the last time, right? No more meddling.

No more communing with the dead.

Done. No more psychic counseling.

Or seances.

Gone.

Finito. I am moving on.

I'm glad to hear that.

You have a lot to learn about your gift.

And we could help you if you'd honestly let us.

I appreciate that. I really do.

Especially coming from you.

But I've never been much of a team player.

I think it's kind of late for me to start now.

Yeah, and that whole honesty thing, I have to work on that a little.

I expect not to hear from you.

The ability we call the sight gives us unique power.

And with those powers, an obligation to use it responsibly, with wisdom and

restraint.

Because we touch so many people's lives in ways we can never really know, no

matter how clear our vision of things might seem.