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talking about family tonight. So, caller, what's your favorite memory of

parents? The look on their faces when they left home for good.

Fact is, homes too good of a word for it. There was nothing worth remembering.

Well, caller, the vast majority...

What the hell was that?

Perfect

You did.

And the moment I got there, this one guy reached out with his glowing hand and

killed the other guy.

Thank God. What did you do?

There was nothing I could do. It disappeared before I could move.

It's like they were never there.

What were you doing on San Dimas Road in the first place? It's not even close to

the main road.

I was just taking a shortcut. I must have gone the wrong way or something.

Well, what do you think it was you saw?

I don't know, but it sure as hell seemed real.

The house?

What did it look like?

It was all turn -of -the -century, big stone fountain up front.

And what about the two men?

The killer had his back to me, and the other man was sort of too dark to see.

It's been a long night. I think I'm going to turn in.

Darren, Alex has told me what happened.

The accident with Nick.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure it was an accident. There was something about his

description of the house on San Dimas Road, so I pulled a file.

It has to be the same house where his father was killed 12 years ago.

Did you say anything to Nick about this?

Well, Nick was never told the details of his father's murder.

So I wanted to be sure myself.

He said he didn't recognize the men, but I have my doubts.

You think the victim was Robert Boyle?

It's possible that what he saw was some kind of vision.

A replay of his father's murder.

What are we going to do?

Robert Boyle's murder has baffled the legacy for 12 years.

I have to report the incident to London.

Reopen the case.

It was never closed.

Derek? Yeah?

Last night, I didn't tell you everything that happened.

The man who was murdered, he spoke to me.

He asked me for help.

It was my father.

The house you found.

It was the same house you thought it was murdered in.

Why didn't you say anything?

There were extremely unusual circumstances surrounding your father's

You remember the funeral?

Close the casket.

They said he was hurt pretty bad.

There was no way we could prepare him for viewing.

What was in the casket was little more than an empty shell.

Whatever killed your father had sucked the life from his body.

That's why we need to investigate what happened to you in that house.

I spent 12 years trying to forget Robert Boyle.

Solving his murder isn't high on my list of priorities.

I know this isn't easy for you, Nick, but your father was one of us.

It's a legacy business.

He made my childhood a survival test.

It's a legacy business.

I know your father was a deeply flawed man, but he was also a very brave man.

I wish you could have known him that way.

Me too.

It's not good.

It's not good.

It's not good. It's not good.

It's not good.

It's not good. It's not good.

It's not good. It's not good.

Free me, son.

Free me.

My father's spirit

came to me.

He said he wanted me to help set him free.

Free from what?

What?

You know, I just don't need this.

You know, I don't have one good memory of the guy.

Maybe I just invented the whole thing.

No, you didn't invent the house. Come on, Nick, you didn't invent the

description of the body.

Look, if it's any comfort, I don't think that what you've seen is in your mind.

Then I would really like it if you would just leave.

And go where dead people go.

His life was taken suddenly and violently.

It's not uncommon for murdered souls to remain on this side.

Why is he talking to me now? I mean, it's already been 12 years.

Maybe he's been there all along.

He just got close enough for him to fill you, to draw you in.

Next time I stick to the main drag, I think you should engage his spirit.

Find out what he needs.

You're asking me to help him find what he needs?

No.

He's asking you to talk to your father.

Major Boyle didn't talk.

He gave orders.

You know, when I was eight years old, he took me hunting.

And I was so excited, I couldn't stop talking.

I kept on asking him, what are we going to shoot?

And you know what his answer was?

Whatever hadn't learned to be quiet.

And you want me to talk to him?

I don't know.

A special consultant to London House?

Yeah, his name is Brian Crenshaw, and he just learned from Rome this morning.

Oh, Brian.

Sit just there.

Hi. I wasn't informed London was sending someone.

Oh, they didn't know. As soon as I read your report, I hopped on the first

flight I could find.

Brian is a forensic specialist, so he's very well acquainted with the details of

the Boyle case.

I should be. My father worked with Robert on many occasions.

Oh, that's why you looked familiar.

You're Jason Crenshaw's son.

As a matter of fact, I am.

Not many people knew he had a son.

No, I'm afraid he spoke about you very little.

Well, why the secret?

Or is that a secret to you?

Hardly. My father and mother never married.

I really didn't see much of him until I was a teenager.

But I suppose he's rather the reason I'm here.

Jason Crenshaw was murdered.

Is that the reason you joined the Legacy?

We all do what we have to.

If Robert Boyle has somehow managed to make contact with this side, he may have

information about his killer.

Yeah, obviously you want to speak to Nick. He's not here right now, but he'll

back tomorrow morning.

Well, I'm sure you want to get settled in. Why don't I take you up to the guest

room?

Until the morning, then.

What do you want from me?

Help me.

Which?

Robert Boyle needing his son?

When I died, something happened.

Something was taken from me.

And that's why I'm still here.

Stuck in this place.

Strange. I always pictured you in hell.

You're angry, son. I know that.

How would you know?

How could you know? You died before I had a chance to tell you how I felt.

You didn't have to tell me.

I saw you.

I don't know how, but I was there in the crowd.

I saw my own son watching his father being buried.

And there were no tears.

I spent my life trying to be good enough to be Robert Boyle's son, and all I

ever got from you was the back of your hand.

The day they put you in the ground, I was finally free.

I wish that were true, son.

Of course, technology is essential, but you can't discount human instinct.

Oh, Nick, this is Brian Crenshaw. He just arrived yesterday.

Nick Boyle.

I'm glad we could finally meet.

Sir, I just had my first cup of coffee. Did I miss something?

Brian's father was Jason Crenshaw.

Um, I think I heard my old man talking about Jason Crenshaw. They're partners,

right? Yeah, and friends.

Brian is following up on a report I sent to London about your father's sighting.

Huh. London must be having a slow day. He's been dead for 12 years.

Yes, but in those 12 years, there have been other reports very similar to

A bright light, a desiccated, unrecognizable body.

Except for one other case, these deaths have turned out to have other

explanations. That's what makes this sighting so important.

Did you communicate with your father?

Oh, yeah, it was a regular family reunion.

Did he tell you how he died?

Nick, help me!

Nick!

Anything to indicate who the killer was?

No, he mostly spoke about us.

Look, my relationship with my father was certainly filled with warm memories.

Look, Nick, I know how hard this was.

Murdered horribly.

And the killer was never found.

And you know what that feels like?

Yes.

I believe our father.

were murdered by the same man.

Nothing quite as moving as a military funeral.

I don't know if that's good or bad.

Both, I suppose.

Especially if it's your father that's being honored.

It was strange that day, watching your funeral.

It almost felt like... like he was there.

Yeah, he kind of had a little bit of a quality about him.

What?

Last night, he said he was there.

In the funeral crowd.

He said that he could see me. Even though he was dead, he could still see

But his ghost was trapped in the house.

When the killer put his hand on your father, you said some kind of light

between them?

Yeah, it was like the life was sucked right out of my father into the other

Perhaps it was.

Because the way Robert was killed, it gave his soul some momentary connection

the killer.

So my father saw what the killer saw?

Yes.

Through the eyes of the man who killed him. Then the killer had to be at the

funeral?

And if he was, he may be in the picture.

So far, everyone we've identified are either family, military, or legacy.

He had to be in the crowd there somewhere.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Why's that?

He was smart enough to kill both our fathers, Nick.

Why show up at the funeral?

Maybe there was something he was after.

Or maybe he was just arrogant. Smart people can get like that.

It just seems too easy.

I spent years trying to catch this guy.

I heard what my father said, Brian.

So far, it's all we have to go on.

Nice arm.

One, two, with oil in it, man.

Straight three.

You know, you and Brian have to find a way to work together on this.

Yeah, we will.

I hope so.

You're under more pressure than you realize.

So is he.

I don't know about Brian, but I was raised under pressure.

I can handle it.

Good.

I found this in the archives.

It's a wider angle of the funeral.

All of the mourners are visible.

The focus is kind of off, but I'll see what I can do with it.

Well, let Alex get started, man.

I'd like you to take another trip to the house.

Why?

If you can contact your father again, he may have more information than he told

you.

He was never exactly the great communicator.

Robert Boyle?

Dad?

It's not like I had an appointment.

Nick?

The system was taken from you when you died.

He's here. He's back.

And that's why you're stuck here.

You can't move on until your life force is determined. Now, you're in danger. We

believe that the killer was at your burial and that the image that you

Nick, listen to me. Now, you listen to me.

Just once, why won't you listen to me?

Nick, you're in danger.

I can feel it. I'm trying to make you understand.

Make me understand that.

Make me understand how Major Robert Boyle was a man of honor.

A paragon of virtue and integrity, because I spent a lifetime trying to

understand.

You hate me.

Hating you for 15 years was enough.

Now I just don't care.

I can't undo what I've done.

And I won't ask you for forgiveness.

But we do have this chance.

You thought I was hard on you.

I was.

I only wanted you to be strong.

To survive.

I was hard.

My own father was hard.

Tougher than I ever was.

Than I ever could be.

Survival. That's the only thing he ever taught me.

The only thing I ever accepted.

I wasn't born a monster, Nick.

I was raised to be one.

Why didn't you tell me?

Save yourself, Nick.

No, wait.

Save yourself.

Nick went there because I asked him. The decision to go to the house was totally

irresponsible.

I'm supposed to oversee this investigation.

As an observer, yes.

As preceptor of this house, the decision to contact Nick's father was mine to

make.

That may be true.

But I have invested a great deal of my life in this investigation, Derek. And I

don't want it compromised.

I will find the man responsible for killing Robert Boyle.

And my father.

Good.

Then we all want the same thing.

You have something to show us? Yeah, have a look.

I can't see how this helps.

You really don't have anything more than you did before.

That's not true.

By using the official records of everyone who attended the funeral, the

can match the people according to size and body configuration.

And by elimination... They're all accounted for.

All except for one.

There.

Close.

You think that's our man?

Well, everyone else is identified.

The killer's there. It's got to be him.

See, the computer can enhance the resolution on the killer's face.

But it's going to take a while.

Buy you a beer?

Why not?

Ever have a beer with your old man?

Yeah, a few times.

Why?

Oh, it just seems like one of those rite of passage things, you know, like

fishing or playing catch.

You didn't?

No, I was 15 when he died.

We had other ways of bonding.

I guess I was lucky.

We didn't have much time together, but...

I miss talking with him.

I wish I had the opportunity you have now, Nick.

To say things to him.

It's only an opportunity if you have something to say.

But you did.

Weren't you at all curious?

Didn't you even want to know what it's like to be where he is?

To be dead?

To be murdered?

I really don't understand you.

Well, there's no reason you should. I don't understand myself half the time.

We're not so very different, Nick.

Our fathers were friends.

They both gave more to the legacy than they did to us.

They were both murdered by the same man.

If I'd been in your place, I would have wanted to know everything.

You wanted my place?

Hey. Hey.

The computer's almost finished. It first passed on the phone. I thought you

might want to have a look.

Have you ever thought about having kids?

It's a little sudden.

You know what I mean.

Diapers, bottles, the whole thing.

Eventually.

If the time was right.

What about you?

I don't think so.

Oh, come on.

I know you like kids. I've seen you with Kat.

Sure, I love Kat, but she's not mine.

What if you had a child of your own?

A son, say.

I don't know.

I do.

I think I know Nick Boyle pretty well.

He's smart.

He cares about people. There's nothing I wouldn't trust him with.

You're not your father, Nick. You're not like him.

He turned out okay. You just have to trust yourself.

You sure about that?

All right, you're totally nuts.

But I think you make a great father.

Do you have a picture to show me?

Yeah.

I just don't know where to tell you who it is.

Oh, hang on.

I'm just getting started.

See, the computer can extrapolate, take what it does see, and predict the rest.

Kind of like making composites. Yeah, well, once we have one side of his face,

we rebuild the other half.

I don't know what we'll have, but we'll have something.

How long will it take?

Oh, good question. I've never tried this before.

I don't have much hope this will give us what we want.

Why shouldn't it?

We've always assumed the killer was a man.

Brian thinks we may be looking for a woman.

I saw him.

The first time I went to the house, I saw the killer.

Can you be absolutely certain it was a man?

Well, not absolutely. Your father said there was no confrontation.

Maybe the killer was able to get close for a different reason.

What are you saying, Brian?

Be realistic, Nick.

If the killer was a woman, well, you know the type of man your father was.

Better than anyone, but he wasn't that type.

Nevertheless, that is the direction we are going to pursue.

Derek. treating this guy out before I do.

London has given Brian control of a certain aspect of this case.

Including the house.

So, from now on, all attempts to make contact with your father will be made in

my presence.

You won't show.

That remains to be seen.

So who won the game last night?

There wasn't a game last night.

Busted.

Well, I want you to want to talk about the weather. I guess that leaves your

father.

I saw that one coming.

You ever try to talk to him?

Tell him how you really felt?

I wanted to.

I wanted him to know what he was doing to me.

Why everything had to be so hard.

Why the hell I was never good enough.

I just wanted to hear him say that I was going to be okay.

Just once.

Or whenever I tried to tell him.

Let me shut you down.

Or I choked.

I wrote him a letter finally, put everything I felt and everything I had

in the words.

Did he respond?

The difference doesn't make. He's dead.

You're 15 years old, Nick.

I just wanted him to accept you for who you were.

I wanted him to love me.

It's open.

I thought we might talk.

We don't have anything to talk about.

You made your decision.

I didn't just make it for me, Nick.

I made it for us.

I went to the house, Nick.

I saw your father.

It's true.

He was wearing a dark jacket and a military ring here.

Why would he show himself to you?

Robert was killed while trying to solve my father's murder. He knows I'm

connected to this thing, Nick.

He spoke to you? He said time was running out. He said tonight.

He said something else, too.

He asked for you, Nick.

Did you mention this to Derek?

What for?

So Derek can go charging over there and scare the killer off?

What are you saying?

I'm saying that we can do this, Nick. You and me.

Stop him killing again and avenge our fathers after all these years.

What do you say?

I say it's your investigation.

No.

It's ours.

You know you want him as much as I do.

How do you even know he's going to be there? What else could your father's

mean?

Time's running out. Tonight.

The killer's going to show up, Nick.

And I'm going to be there when he does.

This doesn't make any sense.

Brian Crenshaw is too young to have been at the funeral.

That's not Brian.

That's Jason Crenshaw.

The father?

I thought he was murdered before Robert Boyle. That's what we always assumed.

But the remains that were found were unrecognizable.

He was purely identified by his personal facts. Now, can you pull up Jason's

file photo?

Okay, that's Jason Crenshaw about 12 years ago.

Now, give me Brian's file photo.

The resemblance is incredible.

Can you change Jason's hair to match Brian's?

Take away the mustache.

Add sideburns.

Match the hair.

And make him 12 years younger, can you? Yeah, I can make him look like Madonna

if you like.

All right.

There is no way that... A child can resemble his parent to that degree. It's

impossible. Unless Jason and Brian are the same person. Yeah, but Jason

have aged. We're talking about 12 years.

Maybe he found a way to stay young, to regenerate his body.

Jason Crenshaw made a pact with the dark side.

That's how he maintains his youth, by stealing the life force from his

Jason Crenshaw murdered Robert Boyle. And he didn't come here to solve that

murder. He came here to cover it up.

So Nick is in danger. Where's Quentin on? Oh, he left the island earlier

Where are you going?

To find him. Stay here in case Nick calls.

I knew you'd come.

You've got a lot of your old man in you, Nick.

Take that as a compliment.

You seen anything?

Not your father, I'm afraid.

But I did see the killer.

Where is he?

Oh, don't worry.

He's not going anywhere.

He's not at all like you'd imagine.

Not very big or imposing.

But he does have one very distinguishing trait.

He's got a hand that looks kind of like... Well, kind of like this.

Who the hell are you?

Brian Crenshaw.

Jason Crenshaw.

Take your pick.

There's only one of you.

Thank you, Brian.

There was no sun.

That's the trouble with eternal youth, Nick.

Eventually, people start to notice.

You faked your death.

But not your father's.

He was your friend.

A good one.

But he was determined to catch my killer.

You son of a bitch. You knew he'd never give up. It was either his life or

eternal life. I believe you call that a no -brainer.

I was never certain if he knew who killed him. So you can imagine my

when he made contact with you.

I could have killed you that day at the house.

But I think your father in you, the same force, the same strength I admired in

him.

So I have to kill you too.

It's going to be hard to kiss and make up after this.

Your father wouldn't compromise.

That's why I couldn't give him the choice.

The choice I'm going to give you, Nick.

Join me.

Sure thing.

You betrayed your friend and the legacy. My retirement plan left them not to be

desired. Eternal life was far more attractive.

Don't make the same mistake your father did. Join me and live.

Good enough.

You're about to spend eternity with a man you spent a lifetime hating.

Jason Crenshaw.

We know who you are