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Do you dance?

If you're involved, call the captain.

And on my count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

I wish you were sleepwalking.

Tell us about the men. Did you get a look at them?

They're arguing over a silver chain.

A locket?

No, a locket.

And they have guns.

What kind?

Rifle? Pistol?

Revolvers.

Very old.

They're fighting a duel.

Do them?

Over what?

Have any idea what's happening with her?

I mean, maybe it's some sort of story she read somewhere on a movie.

No. Whatever it is, it's buried in her subconscious.

Deep enough to cause her to sleepwalk?

Some nemesism is caused by dreams so vivid you're compelled to act them out.

Caused by what?

Give her a sense of déjà vu, I guess, past life connection.

You're saying reincarnation?

Do you think Alex is in real danger here?

Possibly. We have to watch her more closely.

Hello?

Alex, is that you?

Grandma Rose?

Oh, it's so nice to hear from you. How are you, Alex?

Why must I always be the one to call?

Oh, I know. I'm sorry. I've been meaning to. It's just that one thing leads to

another. Troubles.

I can feel it.

Speak to me.

Whisper your name.

What are you saying, Grandma?

You have been dreamwalking?

Yes. I don't know why, but this morning I found myself in the middle of a field

where two men were about to fight a duel over me.

Not so good, child.

Tell me what you see.

You must come here.

Grandma, I don't know.

No time to argue. Time to come today. You understand?

Yes.

I understand.

I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?

Grandma, I love you. Thank you for calling.

A lot in most states by 1851, dueling persisted until well after the Civil

primarily in the South and Western frontiers.

Dueling?

We're trying to narrow down the source of what you've been experiencing.

How are you feeling?

I'm better, as long as I don't sleep.

I'm sorry Rachel's not here. When she returns from Washington, I think you

should sit down with her.

Listen, um, my grandmother just called.

How's Rose doing?

Well, she wants me to come down and see her for a few days.

Given the sleepwalking business, are you sure you want to travel?

I was hoping maybe one of you would come with me.

Well, actually, Rose might be just the person to talk to.

Unfortunately, I have this London report to finish, so... No, I don't. I could

use some of Rose's cooking.

Is that right?

What, a guy could starve to death around here?

How you have worried these old boys.

Let me look at you.

Grandma, you remember Nick?

Hi, Rose.

Hope I'm not losing.

Nonsense. You're a comfort to my eyes.

Well, it's nice to see you too.

So where shall I put these bags?

Oh, the guest room is the last door on the left.

Alice will be in her old room just across the hall.

All right?

Sure. Thanks, Nick.

You look wonderful, Grandma.

It's not nice tonight here, Grandma.

My worry line's got worry line, oh.

How long since you had a good night's sleep?

It's been a bad week.

But I'm all right. I'm here now.

Oh, child.

Man plans, but...

God. Right now, God has decided it's time to sleep.

Oh, but Grandma, I was hoping we'd be able to talk a little bit. We will, but

not tonight.

You sleep.

Tomorrow will be time enough.

A lock of your hair, entwined with mine, and placed in a silver locket.

Only Marie can set us free.

So we can die together?

Did you think you'd escape me?

And then I just woke up.

There was no man, no locket, nothing. I just don't know what to think.

Tell me about the locket.

It was silver and wrought, very old.

And when I opened it up, there was a lock of hair with an inscription inside.

That's right.

The beautiful lady without mercy.

How did you know?

She was the reason I called you come back.

She? Former slave named LaBelle.

Said her beauty made me in a little ramadissima.

Soft in the head.

I just don't get what that has to do with me.

LaBelle was half sister to my great -grandmother Marie.

That makes you related by blood.

Mama Marie.

Look who, Bauer.

Saw the future, saw the past.

What would happen to LaBelle?

She died after her lover was killed in a duel by a man named Wakefield.

The duel was pistols.

Great. What was her lover's

name?

Where was he buried?

I don't know his name, but just one place he could be buried.

Out west of town along the bayou.

Take Post Road maybe five, six miles.

Don't you go visiting no grave now. I saw it.

It had to be the one.

You be careful.

Spirits are talking to you.

Bad business.

Don't worry.

I'm going to take Nick with me.

So, six miles down the post road.

Got to be it.

Exactly what we were looking for.

The grave of LaBelle's lover.

Last night when I held the locket, I remember seeing a gravestone, or at

think I did, and if I could just find it, then I'll know I'm not going

completely crazy.

Excuse me.

So what does it look like?

Well, I think it has teeth broken off the top.

Is there a name?

That I haven't got a clue.

Well, I'll have a look around here. If I see anything with a broken top, I'll

shout. All right.

Hello?

Anyone here?

See?

Knew you couldn't keep away.

Yeah.

I've been waiting for you.

Who are you?

What do you want?

What else could I want?

You.

I don't think so.

I wasn't asking you. I was telling you.

See, I own you.

I didn't tell you.

Forget your manners.

Forget I can do to you anything I want.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone!

Son of a...

What's going on?

There's a man.

The same man as last night. He's in that house. What house?

It was right there.

There was a house there.

It was just there.

Where? It was there. It was right there. He tore my blouse. He attacked me. It's

okay. I believe you.

Face and hands, he was real.

But the house wasn't. But I was there.

Wooden, one story, very old, had a fireplace and straw mats on the floor.

Slaves, commanders.

I don't understand.

Back before the Civil War, this whole area was part of a large plantation

Wakefield Manor.

Wakefield. The same man who killed LaBelle's lover?

Mm -hmm.

Our family's time in America began there.

As a girl, I remember... the same kind of slave quarters and cemeteries stood

side by side.

And what happened to it?

Splendid ground and night grant took Pittsburgh.

It's almost A.

It was the slaves who started the fire.

Was LaBella a slave there?

That's right.

So was Mama Mary.

Drink that.

It'll help you sleep tonight.

What is it?

Marabella tea.

Put your dreams to rest.

All the same, why don't I pull up a chair outside your room tonight, just in

case?

Thank you, Nick.

Good night, Rose.

Did I ever show you where Mama Marie's gone?

Gone?

Left it to me when she died.

They've had beaucoup power to protect you from the demons of the night.

your tears.

You're mine now.

Never.

No!

I got you.

You're safe now.

What did you see?

The bow.

She killed herself with this.

Why? She don't.

Oh, but it is clear the bear has chosen you.

You're the only one who can know the truth.

Tonight you sleep.

Hello. Good morning.

Derek, where are you?

On my way down. I should be in Baton Rouge by late this afternoon.

It looks like I found something in Wakefield.

Okay, give me the address.

6623 3rd Street.

Okay, great. I'll go check it out.

Okay, see you soon.

Derek ran the name to the computer.

Aaron Wakefield died in 1868, leaving a wife and child. His grandson is still

alive.

Must be in his 80s at least.

Well, supposedly he's at the Lacadia Retirement Home.

Where are you off to?

Well, as soon as Nick gets out of the shower, tell him I want to go check it

out, and I'll be back in time to pick Derek up at the airport.

Excuse me. I'm looking for a man, Seth Wakefield. I was told he might be a

resident here.

He might be.

Who's he to you?

No relation. I can see that.

So what is it you want with him?

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

You're saying about the Klan, is it?

The Klan.

Because if you're one of those state's attorneys like that other fellow, I

save you a whole lot of trouble.

It's all right. I'm not an attorney.

On the other hand, Mr. Sass don't put a lot of stock in talking to Cullens,

neither. Right. Well, he probably feels the same way I do about talking to fat

people.

You trying to say something?

I think I just did.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go find Mr. Wakefield.

Told you.

It won't start.

That's temporary condition.

I believe Alex took off without me.

She said she'd be back in time to pick Derek up from the airport. Maybe you

should wait.

No offense, Rose, but I didn't come here to wait.

Say you're true.

This car don't like me.

Yeah? When was the last time you drove it?

Last week. Maybe two weeks.

Yeah? Well, the battery's fine.

Do you mind hopping in the car and trying to start it, Russ?

Sure.

I

told

you, this car hates me.

Mr. Wakefield?

You ain't hungry.

Leave it over there beside the bed.

That is you, isn't it, Seth Wakefield?

Hey, baby.

You're a new one. I haven't seen you before.

What do you want with this Seth Wakefield, huh?

Well, first of all, I'm not your baby. And second, I'd like to talk to you

your grandfather, Aaron.

And what would little brown sugar like you want with my granddaddy?

Are you always this offensive, or did I just come at a bad time?

You're not afraid of me.

I like that.

Most of these nurses let me get away with murder.

Hey, you, um... You got a cigarette?

Uh, smoking will kill you.

Son, just like my doctor.

Son of a bitch wants to keep me around like peach preserves.

Tell me about your grandfather.

Never knew him.

No, he died before I was ever born.

I know. And he killed a man in a duel over a former slave named LaBelle.

You do know about him.

What a damn thing he's doing.

Tell me what happened.

Story goes, she was a nigger whore.

And the man he killed deserved killing, simple as that.

I think you're lying.

Hell, I am. The graveyard's right outside the town.

Hey, you... I did, and there is no grave there.

Of course not. He was a gambler.

You don't bury gamblers and whores besides decent folks.

I used to look outside the old cemetery gates. You don't see it, no lie.

That's him, isn't it?

That's right.

Belonged to my daddy.

He passed it down to me.

Wakefield always served for distinction.

Tomorrow, you will come at sunup.

King's Cross.

You all right?

Yeah.

He took Grandma's car.

You shouldn't have left without me.

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Seth Wakefield has a picture of his grandfather.

It was the same man who attacked me outside the cemetery, but I went to go

up the picture. He grabbed my arm, and when I turned around, it was him, Aaron

Wakefield.

Am I going completely crazy?

I don't know more than the rest of us.

Did he say anything to you?

Yeah, he said to meet him at King's Cross tomorrow at the center, that I'd

his.

Well, it didn't leave us much time.

Oh, that old man also said that the reason why we couldn't find the

we were looking for yesterday is because it's outside the cemetery.

Well, Derek's going to show up in about an hour. Why don't we go pick him up and

have a look?

Well, your car or mine?

Derek, follow me.

Okay. Right.

So this is the graveyard.

Where do we look? Well, according to the ransom, the man that Wakefield killed

wasn't good enough to be buried inside the gate, so they buried him outside.

Very Christian thing to do.

Well.

Hey, look.

Look. Over here.

This must have been what the old man was talking about.

I thought you said the tombstone had not shade to it. Yeah, it had a piece

knocked off the top of it.

Sure. Yeah, it's one of the few things I am sure of.

Oh, here you are.

Ah, yes.

It's a double stone.

Of course.

They died together, so they were buried together.

Thirteen decades.

Tomorrow's the anniversary of 130 years to the day.

And LaBelle was the same age I am now when she died.

It's called psychic convergence.

A portal through which a soul can be reborn in the body of another.

LaBelle found such a portal in you that would explain your dreams.

But if you're right, we want to stop LaBelle from taking Alex over

Well, I don't know. There must be something else, something missing.

We need to talk to your grandmother.

You found the gravestone?

They were buried together.

Your final embrace.

Mama Marie always said she loved him.

So much, she wants to return to Alex in order to find him.

Great, except that Chevalier's dead.

And Wakefield's spirit isn't.

What happened between them?

And why?

Difficult questions.

Unfortunately, once only your great -grandmother could answer.

Depart, child.

Fill it and bring it to a boil.

Root of mandrake, boil and toss.

Loosen tongues of spirits lost.

Are you sure you want to go through with this, Grandma?

There's no way that we... What do you want to tell me? What's going on?

The mandrake is aligned with the soul of man.

When it's brought to a boil, it gives off vapors that will undo some trance.

The bros can channel the spirit of a great -grandmother.

They might learn what they need to know.

Check the windows and doors.

Once in trance, she must not be disturbed.

Roots of nightshade.

Roots of toil.

Hear me, Mama Marie.

Don't you tell you feet to me.

Bonsoir, darling.

Why do you disturb my sleep?

I'm finished business.

Between a young woman named LaBelle and a man named Chevalier.

LaBelle did come to me.

Asked me to make a choo -choo bag.

Need to escape another's lust.

Locket. Two locks of hair.

One labeled the other.

Chevalier.

Two. I only saw one.

The bell alone did make the pact.

So Chevalier never made the pact.

He fought a duel instead.

Okay.

Just give me a moment.

It's LaBelle's spirit.

Fight her, Alec. Fight her.

It's okay. She just fainted.

It's past.

LaBelle's spirit gone.

How is she?

In danger.

Labelle's spirit is very close.

I know Labelle needs to be reborn, but why choose Alex?

They're kindred spirits.

She has no other choice.

And Wakefield's laying in wait.

Now, if Labelle needs Alex's body to return, then how is it that Wakefield

appear and disappear at will?

There's only one explanation.

He made a bargain with the dark side.

So if LaBelle succeeds, then we fill the trying killer.

Unless we stop him.

Believe him in us.

Leave him

to me.

He'll never let me go.

The war is over.

Wakefield doesn't own you anymore.

As long as he can find me.

You don't actually believe in this pact of hers.

Yes, I do.

And you must do.

A lock of your hair, entwined with mine, and placed in a silver

locket.

So we can die together.

He'll be reborn again.

This is crazy.

If anybody's gonna die, it's Wakefield.

I love you.

What does I love you?

You leave the rest to me.

You're mine now.

Emma.

It's all right. It's all right.

Is everything okay?

Alex, what did you say?

LaBelle, that's why she's so upset.

She's ready to be reborn, but he's not here.

Wakefield didn't kill him in the duel.

She did.

Right before she shot herself, LaBelle made the pact with Marie, but

she probably didn't.

Only she can be reborn.

But without her lover, she doesn't want to.

What does she want?

She wants us to save her from Wakefield. Unless we stop them, she could never be

free.

When Marie spoke through you, she mentioned the red sun rising at King's

today. Red, darling?

The devil is whining.

In King's Cross?

It's not far.

Out Old Paris Road on the left -hand side, you'll see a marker in the shape

cross.

Alex, you stay here with Rose.

What about Derek?

Wakefield needs to relive the moment to reach LaBelle for you. That's why he

hasn't taken you with him. He expects LaBelle to return to the spot she died.

That's right.

That's the only way he could have her.

Well, I guess we better meet them instead.

Let's go.

That Alex Lebel won't be here.

But he doesn't know that. The only way to stop him is to meet him face to face

and finish what Chevalier started.

What are you going to do?

Challenge him to a duel?

Yes, whatever it takes to stop him.

Once dawn has come and gone, the window will be shut forever.

As soon as I say.

You leave the rest to me.

You're up.

I thought you would rest.

Is there a window open?

Chill in the air.

Give me a bad feeling down in my very bones.

You want a cup of tea?

Alex?

Think he's going to show?

Well, he has to.

He has no choice. And who are you?

A new lover?

Come to claim his just reward?

Let her go.

You have the power over her.

Don't I?

Who will stop me? No!

Do you dance?

No way!

See? Here she comes now.

My love.

Just as I knew she would.

Wait! Take me!

Wait for you.

LaBelle?

Cherie?

Let her go.

You heard him.

You must be joking.

Don't you understand?

She's why I've come.

To kill her.

To make her mine.

The bell damn stands mercy.

We will share the way it was.

The way it will always be.

Don't do it. Enough.

You don't know how much I thought about you.

Or how I feel.

How I regret what I did that day.

I knew you'd come around.

Alex, step away.

He's using you.

You really are, Ma.

You're the one.

Some see slavery as physical bondage.

Others pretend not to see it at all.

But I believe we're more shackled by our own fears of fighting back than by all

the chains ever forged by man.

And in a small way, perhaps by helping LaBelle set her spirit free, I've also

freed some part of my own.