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Hello? Somebody here?

What the hell?

Come on! Scat!

Go find a tree somewhere.

Gated community, my ass.

Damn bird.

All right, my feathered friend.

Let's see how you handle a nine -iron.

Since the beginning of time, mankind has existed between the world of light and

the world of darkness. This journal chronicles the work of our secret

known as the Legatee, created to protect the innocent from those creatures that

inhabit the shadows and the night.

There was a case in Russia a few years back.

Some guy who ate his victim's livers.

Very, very selective.

Never ate another organ. Lovely. A psycho with a sensitive palate, huh?

In this instance, the murder victims lost their eyes.

Exclusively.

Wasn't there a serial killer who had some kind of a fetish with eyes?

The Harvester?

Raymond Corvus.

He was convicted five years ago and sent to San Quentin. He's currently in death

row.

Are you sure he hasn't escaped?

Absolutely.

But my sources tell me the new victims are killed in an identical manner. Other

than the missing eyes, there are no visible signs of any injury.

The actual cause of death is a mystery. Could it be you're dealing with a

copycat killer?

Possibly, except the police don't have a clue.

The latest victim is a DA in Mendocino named Favor.

I'd like you and Alex to head up there and see what you can find.

Great. I always loved Mendocino this time of year.

Give us a few days, we'll fix that.

Yeah, meanwhile...

I've got an appointment to see Avery Cotsworth himself in half an hour.

He's thinking of selling his collection of Sumerian artifacts.

He wants an appraisal.

Hello?

Excuse me, miss?

Torrance. Megan Torrance with 2R. If you would please tell Mr. Cotsworth I'm

here to see him.

Oh, I'm sorry, madam, but Mr. Cotsworth has never granted an interview.

Ever. Well, there's always a first time.

I'm sure if you tell him I'm here, he would... That's quite impossible, I'm

afraid. Mr. Cotsworth is an extremely busy man. In fact, he's expecting a

specialist in Sumerian artifacts.

Oh? Who?

Easily from the university?

Archibald Deacon?

Hello?

If you must know, he is meeting Professor Derek Ray.

Derek? Well, why didn't you say so?

We're great friends. I'm sure if you mention this to Mr. Cotsworth, he'll

reconsider.

Very well, if you'll just wait here.

Mm -hmm.

Didn't mean to startle you. Oh, you didn't. I mean, I have a perfectly

legitimate reason for being here.

You do?

I'm with Professor Derek Rain.

I see.

Indeed. I think I've heard of that Rain fellow.

You know him well?

We attended school together.

I see.

Which school would that be?

Harvard.

Ah, the Crimson.

Must be confusing him then with the Rain who went to Oxford.

Perfectly understandable.

Everyone does.

Short guy, isn't he?

Bold.

Glasses.

A little on the fat side.

What you would call a geek.

Exactly what business do you have with Cotsworth? He rarely sees a soul.

I know.

His isolation has turned him into a myth.

I believe people deserve to know the truth about Cotsworth, and he deserves

be understood.

You're a reporter then?

Very good.

Print journalist, actually.

Meghan Torrance.

Mr. Carson will see you immediately.

No.

Professor Ray.

But I'm afraid he's not expecting a second visitor.

Look, Professor Ray. Oh, Derek, please.

After all, we're old friends.

I don't suppose there's any way of getting out of this gracefully, is

I doubt it.

I thought you wanted to meet Avery Cotsworth.

Are you serious?

Well, you've made it so far.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

Just like the others, exactly the same. As you can see, both optical orbits are

completely excised.

Very, very thoroughly.

A real work of art. Yeah, isn't it?

You know, it's not uncommon to find these trophy hunters.

There's a man in Russia, for example. He had this weird cannibalistic obsession.

With livers.

Yeah, I heard.

So, was there anything else found at the scenes?

Oh, now that you mention it.

These were found at two of the sites, not at the third.

It's probably coincidental.

You said, uh... Okay.

You think they were surgically removed?

No. The pockets were almost cauterized. You mean they were burned down.

You have any theory on how that might have been done?

I'm at a loss, frankly.

Rachel.

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

Sorry, Derek.

My cell phone died and I've had a hell of a day.

Why? What's wrong? Oh, well, I just... I planned to lead Kat's school trip to

Washington, D .C., you know, see the Smithsonian, the White House, the whole

thing, and instead I... I've been requested to fulfill one of the

duties of my profession. I have to attest to the state of mind of a

serial killer, Raymond Corvus. The harvester?

Yeah, that's him.

On death row in St. Quentin. Right.

I got a request from his defense attorney.

If...

He is found too crazy to understand what's happening to him, then the state

commute his sentence to life.

What exactly do you know about Corvus?

Only that his last victim was the psychiatrist who was treating him.

Yeah, I've heard.

I'm sorry.

The guy's a real peach.

However, if he's insane, I can't let the state put him to death.

It's just, oh, man, I hate my job.

Why'd they choose me?

Because you're a member of the legacy.

Did you arrange this, Derek?

You actually set it up so that they would act for me without discussing it

me first?

I couldn't reach you and I had to make a decision.

Why?

Someone or something is committing murders in exactly the same manner as

and there are certain aspects of the death that are... Impossible to explain.

Good. So I'm just going to waltz right in there, and Corvus is going to tell me

everything he knows.

You're the only chance we have to contact him directly.

Well, I am also the only mother Cat has, and this is the only time that I set

aside to spend with Cat.

Rachel, you don't have to do this.

Like hell I don't.

It's not nice to taunt those in a position of weakness, Warden.

That sort of act bespeaks an unhappy child here.

Or could it be there's a physical dimension to this? Are we perhaps

for something?

You're going to have a visitor, Corvus.

Oh, yes.

Psychiatrist, I believe.

Can't wait to meet her.

What makes you think it's a woman, Corvus? Because I can feel her coming

way, Warden.

I can feel it. What do you say to that?

I say when your heart finally stops beating, I'm going to pop a cold one and

celebrate.

I prefer to introduce myself unless he associates me with you the more chance I

have that he may open up to me. Her choice, Dr. Corrigan.

Let me make it crystal clear.

The state assumes no responsibility if you insist on meeting him without the

proper safeguard.

He's manacled. If there's any kind of problem... I'll deal with it. Listen, my

job is to ascertain the sanity of Raven Corbis, and I can't do that unless I

meet him in person, face to face.

Please. I'd stand, but as you can see, the restraints make that rather

difficult.

Raymond, my name is Dr.

Corrigan, and I think you know... No.

Know what?

If you're going to call me Raymond, I have to know your first name. Otherwise,

it's not an equal relationship, is it?

Fair enough.

My name's Rachel.

Rachel.

It's very ancient.

Very biblical.

May I be Frank, Rachel?

Please do. Thank you. You see, Frank isn't scheduled to die by lethal

And I am.

You didn't like my joke at all.

It was a defensive reaction.

Raymond, you do realize what's going on, don't you?

Absolutely. The question is, do you?

I mean, sitting there trying to look into the heart of darkness to interpret

folds of my brain, see what twisted thoughts lie there.

I've seen them, you know.

Seen what?

Your thoughts?

Human brains.

They look like silk, strangely enough.

Folds and folds of wet lavender silk.

Really quite lovely.

But the eyes are more beautiful still.

Did you know you have very beautiful eyes?

We're not here to talk about me.

And if you think what you're doing is either intimidating or charming, it's

neither.

Touché. So let me put it another way. Do you understand what is going to happen

to you shortly?

Yes.

A prison doctor is going to insert a needle into my arm.

At a certain point, they will release a substance into my veins.

Until you understand that that substance will kill you.

Death is a temporary condition.

But don't you believe in the eternal nature of the human soul?

And you believe that...

You will survive the injection.

Just how will that work?

Still trying to see into the folds.

Do you like to dance, Rachel?

The tango.

Damn, I bet you'd be good.

It's too showy for me.

Attention -getting.

Like your crime.

I did what was necessary, no more, no less.

And you truly failed to grasp the nature of your situation here.

If I failed to grasp my situation here, that would mean I'm crazy.

And I'd spend the rest of my days locked in here.

Crazy, Raymond?

Let's see who's playing.

Corrigan is your married name, isn't it?

But your husband's not around.

Is he?

You're divorced or separated.

And you're guessing?

Not divorced. He's dead, isn't he?

Do you blame yourself?

Hate yourself just a little?

Guard.

We're done.

You didn't ask, Rachel.

The murder's outside.

Whether I had a partner, someone connected to me.

No.

I don't need to ask.

Who would work with you?

There

must be some

kind of common denominator.

Well, working backwards from the DA, we have Mr.

Shutt. Marvin W. Dot in his hot tub.

He offered up testimony, placing Corvus at the scene.

Cynthia Makepeace, she was the cop who made the initial arrest.

Found on her rooftop garden, no forced entry.

What were the times of death?

Let's see.

Midnight, 1 a .m., 2 a .m.

All that night?

Yeah.

What's someone want with all of those eyes?

Pay tribute to Raymond Corvus.

Welcome back, my little Frank.

I've seen the face of the one who will set us free.

The good doctor, Rachel. An arresting officer, an expert who testified. Now

the victims were either part of Corvus' arrest or trial.

What about the presiding judge?

He died right after the sentencing, natural causes.

And I'd figure this was some kind of a revenge killing, except that Corvus is

prison.

On death row. Or it could be a copycat killer, one with very unusual job

Or maybe he's got a little brother who's a little perturbed. They'll be closer.

I checked. No living relatives of any kind.

In fact, Corvus lived alone, taught biology. Very unspectacular.

Until they changed careers.

You know, maybe we're looking at this from the wrong angle. It's a pretty

list of potential victims.

Why don't we go and see them and ask them to give us a call if anything gets

hinky?

Okay, well, some of the jurors left hands since the trial, but there's a

reporter, a bailiff, all possible targets.

Who's this Jennifer Hollybrook? A jury member, but she was replaced early on.

Looks like she has to be excused from the trial.

Well, she wasn't part of the conviction. I wonder if she could be a possible

target. Maybe. Depends what she was excused for. Yeah.

A man murders people, gouges out their eyeballs.

And we're arguing whether or not he's sane enough to be put to death.

Sometimes I wonder who's crazy.

What about a co -conspirator?

Someone who still might be on the loose. I doubt it.

Corvus is a control freak. He's not the type to share.

Any latest murders?

Corvus wannabe, duplicating his M .O.

What was your sense of him?

Well, like all psychopaths, he thinks he has extraordinary powers.

He was very clever.

He was playing with me.

So what will you write in your report?

I'm not sure.

I went there feeling certain he was crazy, but I don't know anymore.

If I determine he's sane, I kill him.

Well, the state kills him.

No, Derek, my bullet.

The state just pulls the trigger.

I've got to go back there to the Corbett again. What do you expect to find?

I don't know.

Maybe some answers I can live with.

Jennifer Hollybrook?

Who are you?

I'm Alex Moreau. This is Nick Boyle.

We're here about the recent killings.

Are you with the police?

Actually, we're investigating the situation privately.

Several of the victims were connected to the Raymond Corvus trial.

We're talking to anybody who was involved.

What does this have to do with me?

His trial was nearly three years ago, and besides, I left the jury.

Yes, we know.

Do you think he could tell us why?

He looked at me.

Corvus? During the trial.

After I saw his eyes, I knew he had done those terrible things.

I felt like he was looking right into me.

Going into my head somehow.

I felt... Violated?

I tried to tell the police, but they didn't understand.

Yeah. I think I do.

You have anything strange happen lately? Any phone calls, people following you?

No.

But I still have dreams about him coming to get me.

Yeah, well, it's enough to give anyone nightmares.

Well, our phone number's in the back of the car. If you think of anything else

or you need us, I guess I'll call. Listen, I appreciate your concern, but

just as soon put all this behind me.

Yeah, of course.

Everything okay?

Hi. Hi.

This is my friend, Jeffrey Sander.

Hi, Nick Boyle.

Alex Monroe.

Hi. Nice to meet you both.

You too.

Well, it looks like you're in good hands. But, uh, if you can think of

call us.

Thanks, I will.

Bye.

Was that all bad?

Oh, that was nothing.

It was a nice surprise.

I thought you were writing.

Decided to take a break.

I'm glad you could make time.

Tell me, aside from authenticating ancient artifacts, what exactly do you

My work for the Lunar Foundation.

It takes up most of my time.

That's an unanswered if I've ever heard one.

Professor Derek Rain, anthropologist, graduated from Oxford, magna cum laude,

suspended several times, once for hitting a teacher right in the nose.

Well, I think my school days were a bit opinionated. Anything else?

Seems to keep in shape.

Not exactly what I'd call a geek.

No scandals, nothing compromising?

Well, I haven't checked your tax return or rifled through your trash, but oddly

enough, I couldn't find anything.

I always suspected I lead a boring life.

Somehow I doubt that.

Nothing attracts a reporter like a man of mysteries.

And what mysteries would that be?

I'll get to them by and by.

I think there's something here that definitely merits closer investigation.

You may be disappointed.

There's a chance I'm willing to take.

Hello?

Nick.

No, of course you're not interrupting.

What's the news from Mendocino?

Oh, you can't watch over all of them.

Good. Yes.

We'll speak later tonight.

So, uh...

Are you?

What?

Disappointed? Yes.

But only because I must meet my editor in a half hour.

By the way, what's in Mendocino?

Oh, some really lovely scenery.

I'll be seeing you, Professor Mayne.

I hope so.

Just one more.

And I'll be ready.

There's more I need to know.

Or maybe you find something magnetic about me, something strangely

Don't flatter yourself.

Your pathology is not that unique.

Ouch. That's a bit callous. But honest.

I'm here to find out the truth.

Tell me.

Do you believe in predestination?

Do you believe you were destined to commit these murders?

They weren't murders.

There are those who are marked from birth to be victims.

Prey. And there are those who were made to be hunters.

And you believe you're a hunter?

One of an ancient race. And I wait for the day when the earth is once again

ruled by the hunters.

Right. You and T -Rex. Now...

No, I don't buy it.

That is just a way to justify the atrocities you committed. Nothing more.

Everyone's a critic.

You mock what you don't understand.

Then enlighten me.

Which are you, Rachel?

Prey? A victim like the others?

I think you're a hunter like me. No.

Not remotely like you.

And we're running out of time.

All right.

I'll let you in on my secret.

Yes, Dr. Corrigan.

Wait!

No.

No, you have to do better than that.

To prove to me you're insane.

Then try this.

You've born children.

Buckle them at those breaths.

I can tell from the taste of you.

Female. A daughter. She must be, what, 12 years old? That's none of your

business. I'll tell you what I'd like.

I'd like to spend time with both of you.

What do you say, Doc?

It could open up a whole new world for you.

You ever say anything again about my daughter? You know what?

Just say the word, Doc.

No!

It's all right.

See?

I'm fine.

Just get the thing out of here.

I'll be seeing you, Doc.

Go to hell.

Anytime I want.

May I ask you how you got the interview?

Oh, easy.

I put in a request and Corbett said yes.

Raymond Corbett is deranged.

Really?

I'm a reporter, remember?

But Raymond Corvus is more than just a serial killer. Right.

I heard you talking to a friend up in Mendocino.

You're investigating the copycat murder.

The Luna Foundation does consulting work on occasion.

Sure. And I work for Better Homes and Gardens.

Megan?

I'd rather you weren't involved in this.

Raymond Corvus is extraordinarily dangerous.

Is there something else you care to share?

There's nothing I can tell you.

Can't or won't?

You have my cell phone number?

Give me a call if you change your mind. Or just stop by when you're up that way.

Hello? Nick, have you and Alex made any progress?

As we call the rising body count progress.

But on the bright side, if this keeps up, real estate in Mendocino is going to

be a bargain.

Not a murder?

Yeah, Jennifer Hollybrook last night, same as the others.

She was a juror at Corvus' trial. I feel just terrible about this.

Well, at this moment, it's just a guess, but I'm beginning to think Corvus may

be...

How's that possible? He's under lockdown 24 hours a day.

Well, I think the answer is tied to the feathers she found.

That'll be good.

According to this, a local tribe to Chiapati seemed to have practiced soul

migration.

They would go into a trance and leave their bodies in the form of a wolf or

raven to hunt.

A raven? Well, the feathers found near the bodies came from a raven.

What were they hunting?

The souls of their enemies, which they would gather up by tearing out their

eyes.

Sounds unpleasantly familiar.

Is there any chance of digging up one of these Indian elders to further

enlighten us?

Well, you'd literally have to dig him up.

The Chiapasi have been extinct for nearly 300 years.

But you think Corvus is able to do all this?

More likely, he's possessed by the same evil spirit.

So, when they kill him, his spirit may go along with him. Or not.

We just have to wait and see.

Throne migration.

Hello?

Oh, Kat, what are you doing up so late?

Yeah, I know it's cheaper to call after midnight, but shouldn't you be asleep?

Oh, wait, wait. How was the Lincoln Memorial?

Uh -huh.

Yeah, well, I wish I was there, too. But, hey, I'd probably just cramp your

style, wouldn't I?

Anyway, you'll be home soon, so I... Listen, Kat, I just... Nah, nothing.

Nothing. You just have a good time, huh?

And I love you.

Oh.

Um, I'll talk to you soon.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Derek, Derek, he was here. He was here. Who? He grabbed me. He was choking me.

Who? Corvus.

I can smell him.

Glad to finally meet you in person, Ms. Torrance.

You've read my work?

Oh, yes. I'm a big fan of yours.

Your articles on Son of Sam, Bundy, Little Jeffrey Dahmer, very insightful

far as they went.

I try to do my research.

A little purple prose here and there, but most importantly, you try to tell

truth.

If you're such a big fan, then why did you keep me waiting in the warden's

office for three hours before deciding to grant me the interview?

Because what I have to tell you won't take long.

Will you be present at the execution?

Yes. Do you mind? Oh, no, no, no. In fact, I insist on it.

Why?

For your own personal glory?

So that someday people will understand.

And now that you're here, I'm sure there's something you want to ask me.

Are you afraid to die?

Would you be?

Yes. That's the difference between us.

Next.

Did you commit all the murders that you're convicted of? All those and more.

Scores.

More than you can possibly imagine.

Only they weren't murders. They were necessary.

Why?

Why did you do it?

Life.

Those others you wrote about, they're not in my league.

The truly great ones move among you, unseen, unrecognized.

Do you understand, Miss Torrance?

They never get caught.

You were caught.

Only momentarily.

What do you think?

That you'll survive.

That Raymond Corbis is immortal.

You doubt me.

The truth?

I think you're as crazy as an outhouse rat.

We'll just have to show you then, won't we?

It's time.

Almost time.

If Corvus truly has evil powers, they may die with him.

After what he said he wants to do to my daughter, whether or not he has evil

powers, I want him dead.

You know, it's late, my son, but there's still time for you.

Yeah, about two minutes.

And I'm not your son.

Let's get this over with.

Any last word?

Yeah. Don't choke on that cold one.

But don't worry about me. I'm a survivor now.

So do me a favor.

Kill me now.

And set me free.

Just kidding.

Hey, Doc.

Never.

Did you see that?

See what?

Nothing.

Hey, Nick, it's Alex. I'm still at Jennifer's funeral.

The service just ended.

No, no, I... I don't know, I just...

I just feel like we let her down.

Maybe if we had been more on top of it, we'd be alive today.

No, I know. I know.

Well, don't worry. I'll be fine.

Listen,

I'll meet you at the motel later, all right?

Okay.

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey.

Jeffrey Sanders.

I met you at Jennifer's.

Right. Well, they really seem to like you.

Well, we're all free spirits.

Look,

thank you for coming.

Jennifer would have appreciated it. Well, it's the least I can do.

Are you going to be all right?

I'm a survivor, yeah?

Yeah.

Just wish I knew Jennifer a little bit better.

Listen, if there's anything I can do, I...

Do you feel like talking about her a little bit?

Actually, I'd... I'd like that.

Okay.

I, uh... I was wondering... Jennifer and I met when I came up here...