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Hmm.

Elisha? The doctor
will see you now.

Mom, I'm 14.

Well, I mean, I always
go in with you.

Mom, I'll be fine.

It's just my knee.

Fine... I guess.

Can I help you?

I don't know.

It just seems like my
daughter's been in there

an awfully long time.

Doctor? Mrs. Walters
was just wondering

about an ETA on Elisha.

Doctor?

Doctor, please open this door.

Oh, my God.
Something's wrong.

I can feel it.

Doctor?!

What's going on?

I don't know.
The door's locked.

What do you mean, locked?

I need to see
my daughter.

Mrs. Walters, you should
really wait...

Open that door!
Open it right now!

I need to see my daughter!

( metallic clanging )

Elisha!

Elisha?!
Elisha?!

( mother whimpering
and sobbing )

MAN ( mumbling ):
First, do no harm.

I swear in the presence
of the Almighty

and before my family,
my teachers and my peers

that according
to my ability and judgment,

I will keep this Oath
and Stipulation.

Ladies...

if you'll kindly take a seat
in the waiting room,

the Doctor and I will finish up
and be with you shortly.

( gasps )

ARIEL: Daddy, this is
completely unfair.

Nighttime is for homework.
Mornings are for breakfast

and getting dressed and...

Not if you don't do
your homework at night.

And not if you don't tell
anybody about it

until ten minutes
from walking out the door.

This isn't
really homework.

We're just supposed
to guess!

Ariel, it's
really homework.

Look, if you don't
want my help,

just say "Daddy..."

Daddy, I don't want
your help.

Hey.

All right. Never mind. Help.

JOE:
Come on. This is easy.

Here. This is easy.

We stack the pennies
ten pennies high,

we measure that, okay?

One-half inch.

-One-half inch.
-One-half inch.

And then move the
stacks into a cube,

which is four stacks wide,
four stacks deep, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Then you measure
the width

and the depth
of that square

and multiply that
by the height.

We can calculate
the volume of 160 pennies.

Cool.

Okay? And once
you know that,

you can divide the volume
of this container

by that number
and calculate

how many pennies
are in there.

The assignment
is to guess

how many pennies
are in the jar.

So why can't we just,
you know, guess?

Because math isn't
about guessing.

Math is about
calculation.

So let's calculate.

Math is about stupid.

Well, I like math.

What a surprise.

Sweetie, don't get
upset. Just do it.

( sighs )

Anything?

A lot of horror stories
about medicine,

but most of them

are about people losing
their health insurance.

Nothing about a 14-year-old girl
in a soccer uniform.

Excellent.

Why aren't you smiling?

Do they all have
to come true?

Do they all have
to mean something?

Well, I'm not rooting
for a teenage girl

to get hacked to death
by her doctor

if that's what you mean.

You're right.

It's like checking
the answering machine.

Not everybody who leaves
a message is important,

but you'd sure hate
to miss the message that is.

On March third, 1991,

a Dr. Kenneth Holloway
was treating

a 14-year-old girl

for some kind
of sports injury.

After he and the girl had been
in the exam room

for over an hour,
the mother asked the nurse

to check on them.

Just like in your dream.

Holloway had molested the girl

and then he began
savagely dissecting her.

He had already removed
her small and large intestine

when the nurse
and the victim's mother

finally broke in
on him.

That's him.

That's the guy
I dreamt about.

1991? Are you sure?

Check the file.

I remember they stuck him
in the Halcott Institute.

State-run mental facility
outside Yuma.

I don't understand.

They found him with the body.

He admitted he killed her.

Why isn't he in prison?

I was Assistant D.A.
at the time.

I didn't handle the case,

but I remember
that Holloway claimed

that he had been
hearing voices

urging him to butcher
young girls

for almost two years.

His lawyer argued
that since this was

the first and only child
his client had hurt

that he shouldn't be punished
for his crime,

but instead be treated
for his illness.

And the jury agreed.

Who's this?

That's Brittany Walters.

The girl Dr. Holloway murdered?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

It says right here.

This isn't the same girl
from my dream.

She looked different

and I don't think
her name was Brittany.

They called her "Elisha."

Everyone called her Elisha.

I don't know what to tell you.

What about the other guy?

What "other guy"?

There was another man
in the room.

He wore a dark suit.

He had these piercing eyes.

I don't recall ever hearing

about someone else
being involved.

Allison, this crime was solved
over 14 years ago.

What do we think?

You're amazing.

You think I could get

maybe a hundred copies
for the District Attorney?

What are the chances
of my, uh...? Oh.

I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting something?

No, no, no.
We're just making copies.

Could you come back
in ten minutes?

Who might this be?

Looks familiar.

Someone's accomplice, I think.

What'd he do?

He and his friend raped
a young girl,

sliced her open,
took her apart.

Wow. How come
I didn't hear about this?

It happened a while ago.

'91, I think.

Excuse me?

I had one of my things.

They never caught the guy?

They caught
one of them.

But this guy got away?

Kinda. Sorta.

I don't think they knew
he was there.

Uh-huh.

I see.

Cold case with a suspect
that no one's even looking for.

I don't pick 'em,
Detective Scanlon.

They pick me.

So then Mr. Beauchamp
starts passing out the pennies,

60 or 70
on each person's desk.

And then we start
counting them up,

and we write down the totals
on the board and add them up:

1,823 pennies exactly.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Is that even close
to a katrillion?

It's close.

Oh, also,

Miss Bishop sent home
a note about something.

It's in my book bag.

It think it might
be about math camp.

If it is,
I don't want to go.

( phone rings )

You get that,
I'll get the phone.

Hello.

Allison? It's Lee Scanlon.

Am I catching
you at a bad time?

No. I'm just putting
the kids to bed.

What's going on?

I know how weird this sounds,
but I think I found your guy.

The one with the beard.

The one who likes
to hack up girls?

You're kidding.

No. Remember I said he
looked familiar?

Now I know why.

I'm at this place I come to
three or four times a week

to have dinner, and there he is.

Is there any way

I could get you to come down
here and I.D. him?

Her math teacher wants
to meet with one of us.

I don't think
he meant right now.

Ha-ha-ha.

So he's got a bunch

of times down here
for tomorrow.

Are you all right with 2:00?

'Cause if you are,

I'll just sign this thing and
put it back in Ariel's book bag

and then he'll know
to expect you.

Sure.

Detective Scanlon
called.

Seems he spotted
my bearded accomplice.

The one from 1991?

Mm-hmm.

And you're getting dressed
because...

you're afraid to meet him
in your dreams and be naked?

( chuckles )

He's at a restaurant downtown.

I see.

I'll only be an hour.

Hmm. I'll be here.

You'd better be.

Did you see him?

Don't look around.

Don't call attention
to yourself.

Follow me.

Act like we're together.

I'm gonna
casually walk by him.

So, did you see him?

No, I was waiting
for you...

You're kidding!

How about right now?
Do you see him?

He's right behind me.

Dr. Charles "The Butcher" Walker
of Wichita.

Wanted dead or alive
for the maniacal evisceration

of three unmarried daughters
from the Great Plains.

Pretty good match, right?

Knew I'd seen him
before.

Who knew?

Turns out
he's a regular.

The thing is, since he was
captured and lynched

by an angry mob in 1902,

I'm not completely certain
I can put him at the scene

of the Brittany
Walters murder.

Oh, come on. It's funny.

You have to admit
it's funny, right?

All right. Maybe you don't.

JOE:
Hi.

You know
it's 2:45 in the morning?

I had so much room

to move around in bed,
I woke myself up.

So what's it like supping
with a serial killer?

I mean...
who paid the check?

There was no supping.

There was no check.

Turns out my serial killer
was dead.

Mm, honey. That bastard.

Standing up my wife.

If he wasn't already
dead, I'd kill him.

Mm...

Uh, hey, here's
a crazy thought.

How 'bout you shut
down that computer

and come to bed
with your husband?

Turns out he's been dead
for over a century.

Clearly he's
a man of conviction.

So what about
this sleeping thing?

You game?
You wanna give it a shot?

"Dr. Charles Walker,
born 1870 in Wichita, Kansas,

died in 1902
in Phoenix, Arizona..."

And in between?

And in between,
he raped and murdered

14 young women in cold blood.

He'd go from town to town,
he'd set up

his shingle, pick out a victim
and bide his time.

Wait for her to seek him out

for some kind
of medical problem.

Then he'd send his nurse
home, spend a few hours

torturing the girl with
various medical devices.

Finally, he'd cut her open
and leave her for her

family to find.

Who does
that sound like?

I just, I don't understand.

Why am I dreaming
about Holloway now?

That was almost 15 years ago.

And why am I dreaming
about Walker at all?

He's...

Sleeping soundly.

REPORTER:
...Bush in Washington.

WOMAN:
Hello?

May 23, 2005...

Yes, I'm holding
for the doctor.

From NBC News, this is Today.

I understand,

but I really need to bring
my daughter in there today.

She's been on the medication
for a week now,

but she's
not getting any better.

In fact, I think she might
actually be getting worse.

No, I'm totally flexible.

I just want
to get her in there.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

We'll see you then.

Mom?

What's wrong with me?

Elisha baby, don't worry.

The doctor will fix everything.

ALLISON:
I need a favor.

Hmm.

You know, I've imagined waking
up like this a bunch of times,

but in my version
you weren't dressed.

Mm.

Can you take the girls
to school this morning?

Hmm, wait,
this is completely different

from anything I imagined.

And can you pick them up
this afternoon?

I see. My mistake.

What this is is a nightmare.

It just took me a second
to pick up on it.

Wonderful--
I tell you I need a favor

and instead I get
a front row table

at The Belly Room.

And just why
do you need this favor?

Where are you going
to be exactly?

Yuma. Exactly.

Why, pray tell,

are you gonna
be in Yuma?

I need to talk
to Dr. Kenneth Holloway.

Who's' that, the psycho
doctor from 1991?

About what?

About a girl named Elisha.

I had another dream
about her last night,

and now I know
she's not from 1991.

She's actually from right now,
and I think she's in danger.

But he's been behind bars
for 14 years.

-What's he going to tell you?
-I don't know.

But he's the only person

in any of my dreams
that's actually alive.

I have to do something.

I have to talk to someone.

But he's four hours away.

Please.

All right.

Thank you.

Wait. No.

Um...

Ariel's math teacher. 2:00.

Oh, damn.

All right,
fine.

I'll take care of it.
I'll handle it.

I'll change something around.

I'll figure
something out.

Are you mad?

Very good, mind reader.

You know what,
we'll have this fight

when you get back tonight.

Deal.

You see my problem,
don't you?

1,788.
That was her estimate.

Her computations,
her worksheet, they all led her

to 1,788.

Which, by the way,

would have been
a wonderful answer.

The whole point of this exercise
was to teach her

how to estimate,
and she clearly understands

how to estimate.

Okay, so...?

So the answer
she ultimately submitted,

the perfect answer by the way,
the exact answer,

was 1,823.

1,823.

You can plainly see
that her work

doesn't match
her result.

She clearly didn't
arrive at that number

based on any sort
of arithmetic process.

How do you suppose
she came up with it?

Well, I have
the number written down here,

in my lesson plan.

I keep it on my desk--
cover closed, but on my desk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you suggesting she cheated?

My daughter somehow
snuck up to your desk

and looked
in your book?

What other logical explanation
could there be?

How well do you know
my daughter, Mr. Beauchamp?

My daughter's
not capable of cheating.

Look, I understand
this isn't something

a parent wants to hear.

She guessed, that's all.
She made an educated guess.

She has very strong instincts
about things,

and I'm sure notwithstanding
what it says on her worksheet,

she just looked at that jar, it
just didn't feel like 1,700...

Mr. Dubois, do you know
what the odds are

that someone would guess

the exact number
of pennies in that jar?

1,823 to one.

Mm, well, see that?
You're wrong.

-Excuse me?
-Well, you're wrong.

Out of what, 25 kids?

Yeah.

So assuming that

no one guessed under 1,000,
the chance that

any one of them would have
guessed the exact number

is actually 25 out of
1,800 and whatever.

That's about one in 40.

What are you, a...?

-A mathematician, actually.
-Uh-huh.

The point is is that one in 40

is not entirely out of
the realm of possibility.

Mr. Dubois,
she changed her answer.

Impulsively. Who knows why?
She's a kid.

She didn't look in your book.
She didn't cheat.

You don't know that.

You don't know that she did.

Okay, wait a second.

You're a mathematician.
Let's talk probabilities, huh?

Are you suggesting there's
a greater probability

that she just
happened to guess

the right answer than that
she looked in my book?

I'm saying I know my daughter
better than you do.

I'm saying
I know she didn't cheat.

And I'm saying
if you penalize her

based on your completely
unfounded suspicion,

then I am going over your head.

Are you threatening me,
Mr. Dubois?

( door buzzing )

Do you think he's dangerous?

Well, he hasn't attacked
anyone in the last 12 years,

if that's
what you mean.

Listen, all we know is that
for as long as people

have been writing
about human behavior,

there have been guys
like Dr. Holloway.

They used
to call them possessed,

or, uh, split personalities.

Kenneth Holloway

suffers from a dissociative
identity disorder.

He won't get better. Ever.

All right.

Dr. Holloway.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with the Phoenix
District Attorney's office.

Please call me Ken.

I'd shake your hand, but...

Thank you for meeting me
on such short notice.

Thank you.

I don't have many visitors.

Thanks for breaking up
the monotony of my day.

Do you know
this man?

No. I'm sorry.

I don't believe I've ever
seen that man before.

He's a doctor.

Likes to rape
and cut up young girls.

Oh.

We don't have
a union, Miss Dubois.

It's not like I've seen him
at the meetings.

What about
the name Elisha?

A young girl

around 14 or 15.

Do you know anyone by that name?

How many girls?

Fourteen.

Does he hear the voice?

I don't know.

When you find him, ask him.

He'll know
what I'm talking about.

And if he's honest,
he'll tell you.

You tell me.

I don't know.

It starts off very quietly.

Mostly when you're alone.

In the shower. In the car.

At night in bed,
when my wife was sleeping.

But then you start
to hear it everywhere.

In crowds.
In church. On the street.

At a baseball game.

"Look at her. Look at that.

"Don't you want to see it?

"Don't you want to touch it?

Don't you want to cut it open
and stick your hands in it?"

And then... it's all you hear.

He... he lives inside you,

and you-you can't find yourself
anymore.

Whatcha doing?

Nothing.

Counting the stars?

Estimating, darling.

All you can do is estimate.

Sorry I missed dinner
and everything.

I ran into traffic
on the way back.

That's all right,
we're fine.

That's why God created
drive-thru.

Dinner of champions.

So, is everyone sleeping?

Mm-hmm.

Ariel's math teacher,
Mr. Beauchamp,

he thinks our daughter's
a cheater.

-What?
-Turns out he kept

the exact number of pennies
in a lesson plan on his desk,

and he somehow got the idea
that Ariel...

She wouldn't do that.

( sighs ): Okay, so what did
you tell him?

Well, I told him
she made a lucky guess.

He told me
that made no sense,

and even though
I knew he was right,

I also knew
that I was right.

And I told him
if he penalized my daughter

for being a cheater,
I was gonna go the principal.

-No, you didn't.
-Well...

-( phone ringing )
-she's not a cheater.

Hello?

Yes, Dr. McGrath.

No, of course I can.

All right,
tomorrow, then.

So, how did you leave
it with the principal?

-Who was on the phone?
-Joe...

( groans ): He gave me a choice.
It's up to me.

Either I can file a formal
complaint against Mr. Beauchamp

or Ariel can change
math teachers.

I got to let him know
tomorrow.

-Those are the choices?
-I did the best I could do.

That's sort of like shooting
a cannon to kill a flea.

Well, hey, you know,
I'm not the one

who ran off all day
talking to some guy

who's been behind bars
for 15 years,

who couldn't possibly
know anything

about anything concerning
the here and now.

Excuse me, it's my job.

You know, I been thinking
about that, too,

and as a matter of fact,
it's not your job.

You're starting to think
that every time

you dream a dream,
you're somehow on the clock.

This wasn't a case
that was assigned to you,

-this is something
you chose to do. -Fine.

I will go to school tomorrow

and see if I can speak
with Mr. Beauchamp.

Good. Let's see
how y make out.

-Okay. Let's.
-Good.

Damn it!

Oh, my. A hink
in the plan already.

On the phone just now--
Kenneth Holloway.

Apparently,
shortly after I left,

he became extremely agitated,
demanded to talk to me.

He told his doctor
that there was something

he hadn't told me before,
something about Elisha.

Wait, I'm having a déjà vu.

I will call
and make an appointment

to see him
day after tomorrow.

Right. I'm sorry, the...
teacher or the murderer?

( chains clattering )

Sorry.

For what?

Making you come back.

Okay.

Is something wrong?

I don't know.

It's the drugs.

Been raising a bit of a ruckus
since you left,

so they started in
with the meds again.

I don't care, it's...
it's kind of nice, actually.

Smooths out the ride,
if you know what I mean.

She's dead, by the way.

I'm sorry, who's dead?

Elisha.

That's not possible.

How can you say that?

I just saw her.

I don't think so,
young lady.

You came here yesterday
looking for her.

Unless, by "seeing," you mean

with something
other than the eyes.

So you killed her.

Hm? Unbeknownst to anybody
while you were in here,

you killed her.

I am psychologically impaired,
but I'm not an idiot.

It was in 1990.

I'd been hearing the voice
for about a year,

but there were always
people around,

and for a long time,
I was able to... not listen.

But that June, I was driving
from Phoenix to Los Angeles

for a medical conference
all by myself.

I was on I-10, that
long stretch of road

where it's just
a single lane,

nothing but empty desert.

And, inexplicably,

she was just standing there.

I saw her from miles away.

I thought she was
an optical illusion at first,

but I kept getting closer,
and she refused to disappear.

It was like
she was taunting me.

She was standing on the shoulder
with her thumb out.

She was wearing
jeans and a T-shirt,

and she had those baby breasts
they get at that age.

Dr. Holloway...

She was thirsty.

I gave her a soda.

A soda and some sleeping pills.

And by Ely, Nevada,

she was out.

I rented a hotel room.

You don't want to hear the rest.

Hm. I remember you.

Sorry.

Hello. Mr. Beauchamp,
this is, uh, Allison Dubois.

I am Ariel's mother,
and I was hoping

to speak with you
at your earliest convenience

about the misunderstanding
about Ariel and the penny jar.

Uh, if you could give me a call,

at 602-555-0147...

Yes. 'Course I mean it.

I got to call you
right back.

What's this?

It's nothing--
which is the good news.

There were no Elishas
reported missing or dead

in the states of Arizona,

California, Texas or Nevada
for the whole of 1990.

No Elishas. No Allyces.

One Lisa,
but she was in her '60s.

I don't get it.
Why would he lie to me?

Allison, the man's a sociopath--
maybe it gave him some pleasure

knowing that you'd be
spinning your wheels all day

looking for a girl
who doesn't even exist.

Maybe he just thinks it's fun.

You lied to me.

You lied to me.

You said you killed her.

You said you saw her.
I guess we're even.

You've got the vision,
don't you?

Who am I talking to?

Who do you think
you're talking to?

( laughs )

I want to show you something.

-By all means.
-1934, Dr. Eric Lorenz

murdered a 16-year-old patient

who was complaining
of swollen tonsils.

He said he heard voices.

1950, Dr. Kevin Deibolt
raped and murdered

a 12-year-old patient while
her mother and two brothers

sat in the waiting room--
he said he heard a voice.

-Interesting.
-In 1960, Dr. Peter Seanery

raped and murdered a 13-year-old

at a public health clinic
in Detroit.

There's another one
in 1977.

You killed her in '91.

Seems like every 15 years or so,

someone hears a voice
and a young girl dies.

Have any hungers, ma'am?

I'll let you in on a secret.

When you die,
they don't go away.

You saw us in a dream, right?

Me and the girl?

I've heard about
the likes of you.

You see souls, don't you?

You got the vision.

Where is she?

( laughs ):
How can you know so much

and know so little?

You're obviously
extraordinarily sensitive.

Most people aren't
sensitive at all.

Then some people are
a little sensitive.

They certainly don't see
the dead.

Don't even hear 'em.

They just feel something strange
once in a while,

hear a really distant voice
telling them what to do.

"Don't make that right turn--

that's not the way
to Grandma's."

"Don't answer the phone call--
it's bad news."

"Don't marry that man--
he's no good for you."

When I find one like that--
a doctor...

a doctor-to-be...

Yeah. It takes 15 years.

First four or five, you're
screaming just to be heard.

Then... they start
listening for you.

Then you're all they hear.

Where is she?

It doesn't matter;
no one's gonna kill her.

You have my word.

Cross my heart

and hope to...

-whatever.
-Where is she!

I know what you're planning;

I know the date
you plan on doing it;

I will find her!

Mr. Beauchamp.

Allison Dubois.

I'm Ariel's mother.

I know, I'm 35 minutes late

and I know you're on
your way out the door

and I'm sorry, but

I didn't get your message
till almost 1:00.

I work for the District
Attorney's Office

and I was
interviewing a prisoner

and they don't let you take
your cell phone in with you.

But, actually, and I think

this is germane
to the conversation,

I kind of guessed
that you were going

to want to see me
this afternoon,

so even though I didn't get
your message

till I was an hour and
a half outside of Yuma,

I've been rushing
back the whole time.

So, if you need
to reschedule,

if you need to leave...

I completely understand.

No, I'm perfectly happy to stay.

I just...

I can't imagine what
you're going to say

that's going to change my point
of view about the situation.

My daughter didn't cheat.

And I know you absolutely
believe that, and frankly,

I'd like to believe that.

But there's simply no other
explanation for what happened.

But there is.

She guessed.

( sighs )

I went through this
with your husband, but...

No, I know,
and I'm sorry

that got so heated.

Nobody's filing any complaints.

Nobody's changing classes.

( sighs heavily )

And I wouldn't even be
here wasting your time

except the one thing
that he didn't tell you,

that he probably should have,

is that...

on my side of the family--
my grandmother, me, Ariel--

we've just, we've always
been good at guessing.

( laughing ):
I know.

What parents won't do to make
sure their kids get good grades.

But in this case,
it happens to be true.

I mean, your initials

T.O.B.,
I'm guessing

"O" stands for Oliver.

Good guessing,
right?

I know, kind of a silly thing,
but...

I've just always had it
and Ariel has it, too.

Mrs. Dubois...

Dentist, tomorrow
afternoon, right?

I didn't look through
any of your books,

I swear.

The irony is...

it embarrasses her.

I mean, if you mention it
to anybody,

she would die of mortification.

And I do need to
sit down with her

and have a conversation
about the difference

between being asked
a question in class

and giving a considered,
worked out answer and just...

guessing, and for that,
I do apologize.

So I just wanted to stop by
and tell you that

whatever decision you make,
we can live with it,

because I know you'll
make the right decision.

I know it.

( laughing ):
Well, at least I'm pretty sure.

See? You'll still have time
to make it to the car wash.

JOE:
You can't just do that.

You can't just tell me
you fixed it

and not tell me how.

I didn't fix it.

I just... followed it through.

I followed your bad cop
with my good cop.

You're patronizing me.

I just shifted the conversation

from "probabilities"
to "possibilities."

The point is...

our eldest daughter's record
remains blemish-free.

And there's still a chance
that she can learn to smoke pot

at the college of her choice.

( sighs )

Come here.

Kiss me, will ya?

You think you could see your
way clear to climb over here

and hold me... tell me
everything is going to be okay?

Why wouldn't everything
be okay, hmm?

Why wouldn't
everything be okay?

( sighs )

Day after tomorrow...

a young girl named Elisha
is gonna die,

and I don't have a clue
how to stop it.

Why don't you
call the police?

( cup clatters on saucer )

I'm sorry.

I need your help.

NEWSCASTER:
...Bush in Washington.

ALLISON: Whatever it is
that's gonna happen

I know it's gonna
happen tomorrow, the 23rd.

The mother's on the phone
with the doctor's office,

her daughter's sick,
the medicine isn't working.

When her mother's on the phone,

does she mention
the doctor's name?

No. She's in a hurry.

So the girl's hurt?

Not hurt. Sick, I think.

She's taking something.

Her mother's holding

a prescription bottle.

Can you see anything?

ALLISON:
"L-I-...

...T-H."

Lithium?

Maybe. Does that help?

Well, Lithium is a drug
they give to manic depressives.

Which means your girl is sick
all right, but not with the flu.

So maybe the doctor

that the mother called
was a psychiatrist.

Which narrows down our
search by a few thousand...

It's a long shot, but I might
be able to track the doctor

through the prescription.

If you're a pharmacist
handing lithium to a minor,

-( cell phone ringing ) -you
might be inclined to remember...

Excuse me. It's my precinct.

Detective Scanlon.

A doctor?

A teenaged girl?

I'll be right there.

Seems like maybe
your dream was a day off.

JOE:
Anybody home?

What's cookin', good lookin'?

Takeout.

Mm-hmm. Where's your mommy?

( knock at door )

Go away.

( takes deep breath )

Allison.

( sighs )

This time the girl was 13.

I guess the doctor
didn't have a scalpel

because he used
a rusty pair of scissors

to cut her stomach open.

Then he used his bare hands
to rip her apart.

Allison, it's not your fault.

Yeah, it was.

'Cause not only did I
not save her,

I didn't have any of it right.

Her name wasn't Elisha.

Her name was Melissa James.

She wasn't white.

She was African-American.

I had the wrong name,
I had the wrong face

I had the wrong damn date!

Allison, just because
you didn't know exactly...

Joe,

I didn't know anything.

It was all for nothing.

There's nobody left.

There's nothing to learn.

Somebody called security,
the guard rushed in.

He shot the doctor.

The girl was already dead.

And that monster
is still out there,

looking for a new cipher,
looking for a new helper.

You mean looking
for a new victim.

The doctors he uses, they're
victims, too, aren't they?

You just told me that today
a doctor-- a good man, probably,

before all this happened--
did a horrible thing

and died a terrible death
because-- why?

Because of some kind of
a voice in his head.

I think you're right.

Thanks for pointing that out.

Another meaningless victim.

Well, what I'm trying
to point out is,

where does all this leave
that doctor from your dream?

I mean, if you think about it,

he's the only victim
that's still alive.

And he is a victim.

'Cause here's a man who's
spending the rest of his life

in a mental institution because
he's convinced he's insane,

or evil,

when in fact all he really is,

if I understand you correctly,
is a little more...

sensitive.

So, what are you going
to do about him?

What do you want me
to do about him?

Well, I should think
at the very least,

you owe him an explanation.

You want me to drive
out there again?

What makes you think that I
won't find myself sitting across

from Walker for the third time?

I'm guessing
Walker won't be there.

He's moved on.

He's done with Holloway.

And if I'm wrong,
and Dr. Walker is there,

then you'll have
the satisfaction

of looking him straight
in the eye

and telling him to go...

( door opens )

Nice to see you again.

It's our fourth time actually.

Dr. McGrath told me that
you've been experiencing

some "lost time"
recently, and that

you didn't remember
our last few encounters.

( deep sigh )

Mrs. Dubois, I am obviously
a terribly ill man.

If I have done or said
anything to-to offend you,

I am profoundly sorry.

It's all right.
I understand.

You really weren't yourself.

Which is what I came here
to talk to you about.

Which is what I want
to try to explain.

WOMAN:
You've all been very helpful.

This whole situation
has been so hard.

GIRL:
I don't want to...

No... no, please don't...

I've been, um...

I don't want to....

Oh...

Please don't...
I don't want...

Elisha?

Please don't...

( slight British accent ):
Found me, eh?

Nice to see you.

I could do with a
little adult company.

( sighs )

She's 14.

Her head's filled
with awful music

and the silliest ideas.

Get out of her head.

Not going to happen.

You're too late.

No, I don't think so.

In fact, I think
I'm right on time.

She wasn't your next
victim at all, was she?

She's your new apprentice.

Smart as a whip, too.

Going to make
a wonderful physician

once we convince
everybody

that she's fine and
get her out of here.

Times have caught up
with me, I'm afraid.

The types of girls
I want to ravage...

they just don't go
to male doctors anymore.

You know what they
say: adapt or die.

Or, in my case, don't.

You don't understand.

I'm not going to
let this happen.

No, you're the one

who doesn't understand.

It's already happened.

Oh, I know she's strong.

She's fighting me...

but I have nothing but time.

And in the end, I'll win.

You don't get it, do you?

You only win because the people
whose minds you seize

don't understand
what's happening to them.

They live in fear
and confusion.

But I will come here
every day.

I will help Elisha understand
that she's not going crazy.

I will teach her not to be
in fear of you but to hate you,

to see you for what
you really are--

a pathetic and evil soul
who has noplace to go,

an interloper,
a parasite.

If you think she's
fighting you now...

You may have all the time
in the world,

but how much of it
are you willing to waste

on a lost cause?

Because Elisha is lost to you.

I'll just find
another one, you know.

Why, there are three
or four potentials

that I'm monitoring
right now.

But you can't have her.

You're going to leave her.

Do you understand?

Do you understand
what I'm saying?!

Tell me!

Elisha?

I don't hear him.

I don't hear him at all.

I don't hear anything
inside except...

me.