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Tonight, I'm the center.

Someone, something, is trying to make contact with me.

Your friend nearly got himself killed.

Stress can play tricks on the mind. You could be coming down with something.

Simon, I'm not sick.

You can't just shut this door after it's been opened, Jim.

I mean, if there actually are ghosts, you may have seen them.

Ghosts? One of the symptoms of mental disorder is heightened senses.

Man, I feel like a million bucks.

Five minutes past midnight.

The witching hour.

Spooky time.

Not again.

What's the matter this time? So what do you think about when you're alone in the

dark? Kill my mechanic.

Aliens from another planet come to beam you up to their mother ship.

A tall hooded guy with a sickle.

A face in a darkened window.

That's what scares me, man.

But tonight, What I'm really interested in hearing about is what scares the hell

out of you.

On line 17, I got Bell from Newton.

He's afraid of Bigfoot.

So, Bell.

Hi,

this is Blair Sandberg.

I think there's a 604 in progress.

Need some help, man?

No, no, I don't need any help. I'm okay.

Come on, man.

Get out of the car. I'll help you out. No, no, it's okay.

Get out of the car, man. I can't play it anymore. Let's go, man. Come on.

Come on, buddy. Hang in there.

Go get help.

Go, Baxter. Go. Go. Come on. Go.

I

couldn't

stop the bleeding.

I won't like that.

Nothing you could have done.

We got nothing. He's flatlined across the board.

Doc's calling at 1245.

Any idea who he was?

No. The pockets were big clean. Whoever killed him took his wallet.

Yeah.

Claim they just drove up. Never knew the victim.

Story pans out.

No bloodstains on the clothing. They were all packed in pieces, no knives.

Well, at least we caught some carjackers.

They match the description of guys that have been boosting rides all over town.

How are you feeling?

All right.

What is it, Jim? I just saw someone in that first -floor

apartment unit.

the closet that's uh it's good work detective i saw somebody when i looked

through that window go in here maybe they went out the service door

this is banks i need to

know if any civilians have left this building no captain i would have seen or

heard somebody you

Wait, your friend nearly got himself killed. Stress can play tricks on the

I'm not stressed. I saw someone.

All right, what did this someone look like?

I really couldn't see a face, Captain. Just a vague form of a woman.

Is it cold in here, or is it me?

It's warmer in here than it is outside.

Look, why don't you go home and get some rest?

Half the squad's down with the flu. You should be coming down with us. Simon,

I'm not sick.

Will you just take the day off tomorrow?

All I need is your report on my desk by the end of the day.

Sorry about the car.

Thanks.

Hey, Simon.

Seeing that I did, uh, help catch the carjackers, what do you say the

picks up the bill for my repairs?

You must have a fever, too.

Sweet. Something sweet, like honey.

It's cold down here. You don't feel that.

You see this?

See what? You don't see anything.

There's glowing right here.

I thought I told you to take the morning off.

Captain, it's probably just an allergy. I'm fine, really.

Yeah, right.

Well, whenever you decide to stop being stubborn, health services send a case of

this stuff over. I swear by it.

Captain, if you recall, the last time I took this... Taggers!

I fell off a damn train.

That's good. That's a good move, because natural remedies are better.

Ah, yes.

What the Hakau Indians swear by, right?

Jenhaka, actually. And they should just really give this stuff a shot.

You don't snort it. Stick it underneath your tongue.

Now just let it dissolve.

Man,

I feel like a million bucks.

Just give it some time. It'll work. I promise.

All right. Thanks, Chief. I appreciate it.

What?

We need to talk, Jim.

Look, if it's about last night, it was no big deal. Let's just let it be.

You can't just ignore this, man.

Chief Simon's probably right. I'm coming down with something. My senses got

fried. You know, I'm sure there's a logical explanation.

And if there isn't?

Chief, I have about as much as I can handle with this Sentinel stuff.

I'm on shaky ground here a little bit. You follow me?

What am I supposed to do?

Encounter a ghost or some freak show from the afterlife every time I work on

homicide? You can't just shut this door after it's been opened, Jim.

Where are you going with this?

The experience you had last night, the intense cold, the sweet smell, the

shimmering light, this is all classic textbook stuff.

I mean, if there actually are ghosts, right, you may have seen them.

Ghosts?

And you call yourself a scientist?

Blair, you don't actually believe in this stuff, do you? I believe that

a commonly shared phenomenon that needs to be explored with an open mind,

gentlemen.

Don't pay attention to them.

They're a big help. Thanks.

Hey, Jim, how's the cold?

Well, you know, I don't mean to get you too excited about it, but I think it's

actually helping. I'm feeling a little better, thank you.

Nictibibroot. Works every time.

It's comforting.

What is all this?

Well, we've got night vision scope here, infrared film, and that right there is

an EMF detector to actually measure an increase in electromagnetic activity.

Oh, where are your X -ray specs here?

There in there.

What are you expecting?

Answers. If there's something going on down at that apartment, I want to

document it. I was dead tired last night. What if I was imagining this

thing? How do you explain that glowing light you saw? You know how many lights

they set up at a crime scene. You know, it could have been a reflection from any

one of them. I disagree. I'm sorry.

You're entitled to.

Allison.

You're kidding.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Jim.

What's going on?

I don't know, man. We got a report of strange noise coming from the building.

Here it goes again.

Check it out.

Okay, guys, you can come on out.

Come on, Sam.

How did you know it was us?

Maybe the cigars were the first clue.

You in on this?

The kid's good.

Someone needs to make him a detective.

You guys want to stick around, man, or what? I got something you can stick.

Loosen up, Sandberg. Where's your sense of humor?

Come on, man. Maybe it wasn't as funny as we thought, all right? But listen,

this hocus -pocus stuff, man, you know?

You don't believe this, do you, Jim?

Joel, what I believe or what I don't believe is irrelevant. I'm working a

homicide here. If you guys... Okay, we're sorry, all right? We're just

Good night. Tell Blair we're just kidding around, all right, man?

You got my keys?

Chief, get your stuff.

going on again?

Yeah, call Ghostbusters. I'm sick of the jokes.

Oh, no.

Come on, Chief. I'm not kidding.

I saw a woman.

Pretty sure it was a woman. She was standing right here.

Come on, Jim. You don't have to humor me. I mean, I don't really care one way

another. You feel it?

Feel what?

Right down to my bones.

Cool.

Get the camera on.

Just tell me exactly what you're seeing.

I'm looking at a lady in the mirror.

What's she doing?

The guy you saw in the mirror, do you think he's the killer?

That's worth checking out.

This would be a first, huh?

Jim, I've got a positive ID on your murder victim.

His name's Peter Willard.

He was part owner of the apartment building where he was found.

His partner's name is Daniel Trent.

All right. I'll look into it. Good.

Oh, uh, Sandberg.

Heard you had a run -in with your ghost last night.

Yeah, we did. And lucky for us, those guys didn't drive it away.

Right. Jim saw our faces, huh?

She was trying to tell him something.

It's true, Captain.

She appeared again after Taggart and the others left.

Sandberg, didn't you tell me you had a video camera?

Yeah. Well?

Nothing came out. I rest my case.

Captain, I didn't ask for this. I don't like it any more than you do.

But someone, something in that apartment is trying to make contact with me.

You know, if I heard this from any other detective, I would request for his

immediate transfer along with his little buddies.

Don't blame me at all, Captain.

But she was trying to show me a guy that looked remarkably like this one.

I mean, I'm trying to match that composite with these people.

All right, look.

Jim, I have stood behind you on this sentinel thing. But as far as ghosts go,

you can't ask me...

Put this picture out on the street.

See if the guy is even real.

I can't believe you told Simon all that.

Does this mean we're going back to the apartment tonight?

After we talk to Daniel Trent.

Well, it's... Well, we go back about, um... 20 years.

We made a bunch of money, and we lost a bunch of money. But, hell, he was, uh...

He was a great guy.

I guess...

Just being stubborn.

This is what got me killed.

How do you figure that?

Every week, like clockwork, we leave the office at seven on the nose and walk

through two or three buildings. I mean, they're the good ones I can understand,

but crap like this, I mean, you've got everything in there. You've got

you've got homeless, but he just had to do his own thing.

Even with all the press.

Right. Yeah.

I figured the police would want these for evidence.

Dear sir, this letter is to inform you of the grave danger presented by your

planned demolition of 335 First Street. It is imperative that you do not destroy

this building. There will be dire consequences if you proceed.

And the rest are pretty much the same. Any idea who sent them?

Well, the city was paying us a lot of money to tear this down and put up a new

one. We just figured it was someone who didn't get the contract and was trying

to spook us.

Yeah, Jim?

Joel.

I've been wearing our shoe leather showing that composite of yours around

but we may have found your guy.

Where he at? Oh, at a church -sponsored homeless shelter called the Outreach

Center. The director says the guy you're looking for is a part -time resident.

His name is Robert Dunlop.

Okay, meet you there.

Thanks for your time.

We haven't seen Robert for a few days. He left this up with me for safekeeping.

He seemed real paranoid about it, so I made sure it was locked up.

Excuse me, Captain. Yeah.

Well, he had an interesting sense of style, don't you think?

That woman I saw in the mirror, she was dressed in clothes very similar to this,

and these clothes have a scent on them. It permeated the room when she appeared.

Charlie.

Yeah, man.

What can you tell us about this Dunlop?

Unfortunately, he's pretty typical of the clients we get here.

Fifty years ago, he'd have been institutionalized. Did he have mental

Hey, schizophrenic.

Trouble is, he refuses to take his medicine.

Did he ever say why?

Claims it's so he can be closer to the spirit world.

We can't force him.

Did he ever give you any problems?

Nah, mostly keeps to himself.

Always writing that book.

Looks like the same handwriting on the letters that Trent showed us.

What about family?

Not that I know of.

Any friends to speak of?

I only heard him talk about one, Molly.

He'd go visit her almost every night.

These are her things.

Said he was taking care of them. It's strange, though. All her stuff is really

old.

That's her, Molly.

See, Robert was always saying that she was trapped.

That he wanted to help her get home.

Charlie, could I have a minute here just to wrap this up? Sure.

Check this out.

I had the police sketch her to do a rendering of this.

This is the woman I saw in the mirror.

Right down to my bones.

The cone.

You know, she may be afraid to come out. I've read that happens sometimes.

Maybe you should do a study on the psychology of ghosts.

I'm going to have enough trouble presenting my dissertation on sentinels.

you imagine my department if I started throwing ectoplasm on them?

How are you doing with the diaries?

Well, whatever mental problems this guy had, you can't say it wasn't organized.

Yeah.

Is this the original police report on Molly's murder?

Yeah, 1953.

You know, the case was never solved.

It's as if you're killed by a gunshot.

Right in front of this fireplace.

That's weird, huh?

Yeah, so's this.

Dunlop claims he knows the murderer. Saw a man with stained fingers bearing a

gun in the park.

Stained fingers? What does that mean?

I have no idea what that means.

Said the guy threatened to kill him if he told.

He was a witness? Why isn't that in the report?

Because he was eight years old at the time.

He's totally obsessed with her.

He talks in here about being true to her spirit,

protecting her home.

Well, maybe he figured if this place was torn down, she'd be doomed to wander

the earth or something.

Explains his threatening letters, but... How do you end up with all her stuff?

Maybe she told him about it.

She told him?

What are you saying, that Dunlop can see her too?

Maybe. You know, as a part of my research, I've never told you about it

I thought you might get upset.

And what would that be?

One of the symptoms of mental disorder is heightened pences.

I know I'm crazy for putting up with you.

What is all this? That's just stuff I got from the psych lab.

Measures heartbeat, respiration, and body temperature.

Body?

External or internal?

Mrs. Sam Bromley.

Jim. Jim, what's going on?

Jim.

I just saw Molly's murder.

Did you see who killed her?

It was all played out right in front of me, just the way it was with Dunlop.

Your respiration's showing like you just ran a three -minute mile.

She was having a glass of wine.

She was toasting herself.

There was a shot.

The mirror shattered.

She fell down, and that was it.

But she mentioned a name.

You mean she actually spoke to you? Yeah, she was... She was facing the

just like this.

She raised her glass.

As if in a toast and said, This is Sam Bromley.

Her last name is Charles, uh, Sam Bromley. Maybe, uh, maybe it's Beyonce.

It could be.

What is she trying to tell me?

I don't know.

Why is her spirit still here?

You know, Jim, there's a theory that when someone's murdered and the reason

their death is unknown to them, that their spirit remains in the place of

death in sort of limbo, and they're unable to fully pass on to the next

So what you're saying is if we can show her how and why she died, that she'll be

set free into this afterlife.

Yeah, I guess.

That's just a theory.

Maybe we should test it.

Jim, you're talking about solving a murder that happened 45 years ago. It

even in a police computer database.

I mean, you had to go to the vault just to pull the file. What about evidence?

What about witnesses?

Well, I know it's far -fetched.

You should have seen her eyes. I don't know, Chief.

You know, if there is a next life, she deserves to find that bliss.

Yep.

A lot of good dishes.

Allison.

All right, just try and calm him down. We're on our way.

It's the homeless shelter.

Dunlop's down there.

Ranting and raving, waving a knife.

Says he wants the stuff and Molly's suitcase back.

Put the knife down!

Robert, don't do this.

I trusted you.

I thought you were my friend. I am your friend.

Just put the knife down. We can talk this out.

Excuse me, folks.

Police. Hey, back off. Back off. Put the guns down.

I want the uniforms to clear the crowd out.

Put the knife down. Let him go. Who are you? I'm with the police department. My

name's James Ellis.

My case.

Give it to me.

Let the man go first.

Give it to me. It belongs to me.

All right. Watch it.

All right.

Take care of him.

He went out the window.

I think I've got a good idea where he went.

Why don't you wait in the car?

He's still probably on.

And I just don't want to agitate him, all right? I'll be right out.

I need to talk to you.

It's important, please.

I have a problem, and I can't...

You don't understand.

I'm all that she has.

I understand.

She wouldn't want this.

I know you want to protect her, but this isn't the way to do it.

I can see her, too.

Let me help you help her.

It's not me.

It's not me. I wasn't the one.

Molly.

She's back.

What the hell are you doing here?

You son of a bitch.

No.

Must have taken off. I came in here and he was all zoned out.

He didn't kill Willis.

Hello, speak to me.

Trent. Yeah.

I was there.

Who is this? How'd you get this number? I saw you kill your partner.

And I got the papers he was carrying.

Meet me where it happened.

Eight o 'clock tonight.

You sure it was Trent's voice you heard? He was out of town at the time of the

murders. We checked with the airlines.

What about a rental car? And Portland's not that far away, right?

We could have driven up, then the murderer turned back down again. But

What's the motive?

Trent was worried about being ruined. Maybe Willis had something.

I don't know. All right, well, help me out here. If Trent's our guy, why does

Molly give us Dunlop the first time in the mirror? Maybe she figured if I found

him, he would lead us to the truth about what happened to her.

Gentlemen, I understand that you lost your suspect.

Yeah, Captain, but I think I found another one. Yeah, Jim doesn't think

Dunlop anymore.

Just don't tell me it's your ghost.

Excuse me, Simon.

Jim asked me to pull up some information about this guy named Sam Bromley. What,

you actually found him? Yeah, if your guy's 80 years old.

She could have been with an older man.

Who's she?

Uh, Molly.

Molly who?

You know, I used to have an aunt who believed in ghosts, and she used to put

garlic over the door just to ward away the vampires.

Maybe she'll try some garlic, Jim.

I don't care what you two do in your own time, but I want you to button up this

murder case right now before they take you away for observation.

Can you...

I can't believe I didn't recognize the name right away. Sam Bromley.

He didn't get well known until about 20 years ago or so, but in the 50s and the

60s, his sculptures and his murals were all over Cascade. You never heard of

him? I don't really get modern art. Maybe you do, but this just looks like a

white square to me.

It is a big white square, Jim. It's a blank canvas.

He said he was ill.

What's wrong?

Alzheimer's. Keeps the label to work, but as far as his memory goes, sometimes

it's there, sometimes it's not.

Sam, this is Detective Ellison and Mr.

Sandberg.

I'm sorry, he was here a minute ago.

Mr. Bromley, do you know this lady?

Am I...

Venus. Her name's Molly.

Could I see it, please?

Have you ever mentioned this lady, Molly? On occasion.

He always calls her his angel.

Said she could light up a room with her smile.

He never said anything more than that. It always seemed like her memory evoked

certain sadness in him, so I never pressed it.

I knew those modern art classes I took would eventually pay off. Take a look at

this.

The Art of Cascade.

Why don't you just take a look at page 52?

Is that our Venus or what?

Looks like Molly.

In the flesh.

Well, almost.

The real interesting thing about it is it's in a park right across the street

from Molly's building.

Except I don't remember seeing a statue over there. Yeah.

No, it's all right. It's a treasure.

Oh, slow down a second, would you please?

Take it easy. Just... Hello?

Dunlop. He wants to meet us in half an hour and turn himself in.

The statue would have been right over there.

What do we have here?

March 15th, 1953.

What's that?

The two days after Molly died?

Yeah.

Definitely feel there's a connection.

I mean, what an indignity to suffer, Chief, huh?

Yeah. I mean, first, she has her life taken away from her. And then the statue

disappears.

It's as if, you know, she never existed.

Just making sure you're alone.

They're behind me.

Where are they?

Where are those papers?

I'm going to give you exactly three seconds.

Put your weapon down, Trent.

Detective Allison, I'm glad you're here. Save it.

We know you killed your partner.

Now move away from him. No.

Get on the horn. Get an ambulance here and some backup.

Give it up, Trent.

There's nowhere to run.

Jim, you okay?

Yeah.

Amulet is on its way.

Yeah, well, he's not gonna need one.

Molly?

Molly?

You're safe now.

He's gone.

ambulance on the way.

He was stealing money.

It's all there in the document.

He said he redeveloped the money.

His partner found out.

That's why he killed him.

There was another murder here a long time ago.

A long time.

Yeah.

To tell.

We'll all come back for you. The man with the stained fingers.

I was scared.

I was just a kid.

You followed the man into the park.

And you saw him bury a gun.

Hear about this?

Pretty sure.

Molly told it to me.

It may take a while, but it's here.

Good God.

Thank you for

coming,

Mr. Bromley.

What's this all about?

I spoke to several psychiatrists who told me that certain Alzheimer's

given specific stimuli, would respond by recalling events in their past.

Nobody knows exactly why, but sometimes when reminded of a major event from the

past, the memory rises to the surface and you'll find them speaking about

that happened five years ago as if it happened just now. I would just like to

use Mr. Brownlee for a second.

Mr. Dunlop, please.

I want you to take a good look at this man.

Look at him real good.

You tell me if this is the man you saw in the park who threatened you when you

were a little boy.

I don't know.

I want you to look at his hands.

It could be him, but it was so long ago, I can't tell.

Andrew Green.

I want you to think back to that day.

Think real hard.

That man threatened you.

I want you to remember exactly what he said. You tell me exactly what he said.

You tell anyone about me, and I'll come back here and bury you too.

Say it again.

Tell anyone about me, and I'll come back here and bury you too. Say it the way

he said it. Tell anyone about me, and I'll... I'll come back here and bury you

too.

This is Molly's place.

You remember it?

Oh, yes.

Why'd you do it?

The art world isn't kind to beginners.

I have only one patron, my wife.

If she finds out about the affair, she'll cut me off without a cent.

I told Molly I'd get a divorce, but...

Tell her you changed your mind.

She was planning to come to the dedication of my Venus.

I knew I couldn't keep her away.

So you killed her.

And I'll never love anyone ever again.

All right, well, that's it.

A poor confession in front of witnesses.

Joel, take him downtown.

What are you going to do that for? He's 85 years old with Alzheimer's.

Amber, please.

Look at him.

He's already in jail.

It's not our cause, Chief. There is such a thing as procedure.

A DA will make the decision.

Go on, Joel.

Mom.

She's gone.

For good.

You did it.

Let's get him back to the hospital.

One of you boys want to tell me what that was all about?

Jim and Dunlop are the only ones that can see her.

I think he was right.

Something's changed. I can't explain it. It's just different.

Okay.

Let's settle this one for tomorrow.

There are no ghosts.

And there's a logical explanation for everything that's happened here so far.

One, Dunlap has mental problems. And that knocks him out of the game right

Two, Jim, you had a cold.

It affected your senses. You had chills. You saw some weird mist. And then your

friend Sandberg here gives you an Indian root, which I had analyzed, by the way.

And it contains minute traces of a substance that mirrors the molecular

properties of peyote.

Peyote? Exactly.

would explain some things.

Guess that covers everything.

That's why I'm captain.

Night, boys.

Night, sir.

Hey, Odie.

Just traces, what he said.

What does it do, sir?