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Thanks.

Looks like we might have the victim's cell phone.

Hopefully we can get an ID on him.

This is weird.

I think I've been here before.

Talking past life or on the job?

No.

Shit.

I had my first job here 30 years ago.

Yeah?

We called a house fire at that abandoned farm over there.

They found a burnt body of a woman.

That's crazy.

So, do we have a cause of death?

Looks like he was impaled by a piece of rebar.

Pretty sure it's the murder weapon.

Still lodged in the body.

So, what are you thinking?

You know, I think we should have a cadaver dog sweep the area.

See if he's the only one.

Okay, I'll make the call.

And, um...

I'll look up that old case file when we get back.

You seem to have things well in hand.

I'll return in the morning with the passports.

Remember, I need her alive for this to work.

Stop knocking him. Come on.

Hope you two enjoyed your little vacation.

David.

You know by now that I'm always gonna find you.

No, it was harder this time without Nicole.

She was the one that led us right to you.

I think she can sense the difference.

I didn't know then that you were fucking sadists.

I'm nothing like you.

I thought you might say that.

So, Jen and I, we, uh...

created a little home movie starring you.

And it's premiering tonight, one night only.

You can, uh, press play.

Oh.

One of these things is not like the other.

No, I don't...

I-I-I don't believe it.

This can't be real.

It can't be.

Are you ready to join our little club?

Hey.

Here's your initiation.

Hey, hey.

Ugh.

Did you fuck her?

Because if you did, you...

Oh, you little stupid fucking junkie.

Do you know what happens when your blood mixes with ours?

Do you know?

♪♪

Dave, you're gonna hate me forever.

Harry, we still need her.

No, no, no.

No.

♪♪

Rule number one.

We don't fuck the help.

She would have died horribly, David.

Harry did you a favor.

Clean her up, Harry.

No.

Don't fucking touch her.

Don't touch her.

♪♪

♪ Oh, I'll leave what's wrong

♪ Cause I've seen down ending the night

♪ No point to resist no other fight

♪ From days to years

♪♪

Oh, oh, oh.

I really thought you were seeing demons.

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

David.

David, you still need me.

David.

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Ah.

Do you mind if I get a closer look?

Yeah, of course.

These are gorgeous.

They're not too creepy?

Fuck, are you kidding me?

They're total fucking nightmare fuel.

I mean, they're so haunting.

Yeah, you're going to blow them away.

I kind of just wish you brought your tarot cards

to give me a reading.

Next time.

Are you doing the psychic fair this year?

I am, and it's at the old high school again.

I rented a booth, so come by if you want a reading.

You know I will.

OK, I'm taking some of these.

Yeah, I guess you should get back to the dance floor

before Shireen starts a search party.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

I'll call you and see how you're doing, OK?

OK.

I love you.

Thanks, Aaliyah.

I love you.

Say hi to your mom for me.

I will.

OK.

I'm coming.

Wait. No, no, no, no.

Go.

I've been married for 30 years.

I've been buried for 30 fucking years, you...

Oh, that little shit.

I'm gonna rip that fucking kid's face off.

Oh, shit.

That's pretty good.

Hi, I was just wondering if I could leave these flyers here for the psychic fair.

And I'll have a medium coffee, black.

Thank you.

Sorry, is your name David?

What? Oh, I'm so sorry.

How do you know Rachel?

I don't... I don't know Rachel, but, uh...

Aaliyah, enjoy your coffee.

Hey, thank you. Cheers.

Thanks.

Hey, Rachel. I just met your secret boyfriend.

How come you didn't tell me you were seeing someone?

Anyways, call me back. He's kind of cute.

I'm sorry.

I believe we have a problem.

Open the link I've just sent you.

It's him.

There, he's back.

He could disrupt everything.

You have to keep quiet, Jennifer. You know how he is.

What do we tell him about David?

Harry's been underground for 30 years.

He'll want David's head.

Do you know where David is?

No.

Then there's no problem.

I trust Rachel is still situated as intended.

Her time may be imminent.

Artist-in-residence at the Gansas arranged.

A deal I gave the proprietor on the lease

came with all the strings I need to keep things in line.

I'm sure the girl can scarcely fathom her good fortune.

You know, she has a spitting image of...

Are you sure David doesn't know?

Positive. And Harry can't know either what with the war path he'll be on.

We need to know how close Rachel is to crossover.

Make contact and keep me apprised.

About time she met her fairy godmother anyway.

Come on.

Horse?

Let's go.

Found it.

Here's that old case file you mentioned.

I see a lot of crime scene photos here, Kara, but...

no autopsy report?

That's because there wasn't any.

The corpse was stolen from the morgue before it could be autopsied.

Shit, that's right.

I forgot the body was stolen.

Any updates on the phone from the crime scene?

Yes. Turns out it was the victim's phone.

It was a truck driver named Ken Jackson working for Ashford Cereal.

He didn't make his delivery yesterday, so I put an APB out on the vehicle.

What about the grave?

Forensics found a rusted old .45 calibre 1911 in the grave under the body.

They aren't making any promises,

but they might be able to pull prints from the magazine or the bullets.

I wouldn't give my hopes up.

It's in pretty bad shape.

Damn.

We need something to work with.

We'll get something.

I'll keep digging.

Regional police are now investigating two homicides

on Concession Road 8 next to an abandoned farm

where they have discovered yet another body.

This one in an open shallow grave.

Shit.

Earlier today, police and homicide detectives were called in

when a jogger discovered the body of a male in his 30s.

Oh.

But my heart's still there.

David, I assume this is about Harry,

or do you need some new identification?

Is he with you?

No. I'm quite certain it's you with whom he'd like to speak.

Fuck you, Victor.

You know what they did to me.

No?

Fuck you, David. You're delusional.

What they did to you, you gave it back in spades.

Listen, if Harry's gunning for you, I'm not going to aid in a bet,

but I certainly won't stand in his way.

It's high time you learn you can't change what you are,

and neither can I.

SIGHS

I owe you money. You owe me money.

You owe me money.

You owe me fucking money.

This shit ain't fucking free.

As a matter of fact, I'll keep this.

What's wrong with you?

You stupid fucking asshole.

Nothing in your fucking bag.

You fucking perv.

Give me this.

You fucking asshole.

You OK?

No, I'm not OK.

Do you have a phone I can use?

Yeah, come on.

Just watch out.

It's really weird that you're raking the rocks.

People rake their rocks.

I'm David, by the way.

Lily.

Lily?

What are you taking your tea, Lily?

Just one milk, one sugar.

Thanks.

Here you go.

Careful, it's hot.

Careful, yeah.

Please, have a seat.

I'm... No, I'm filthy.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, you are.

Do you want to just go take a hot shower and clean yourself up?

You don't get yourself feeling humid again?

You sure?

Yeah.

That'd be really lovely.

Yeah, I insist.

OK. Do you have, like, anything I can put on besides this?

Yeah, of course. I've got...

Like a T-shirt or something?

Sure, yeah, I will...

Yeah, I'll leave it for you on the other side of the door.

OK.

You should pick the middle one, by the way.

The best one.

Hey.

Feel any better?

Cleaner.

Still doesn't change my situation, though.

I have...

no money.

No place to live.

Essentially, I'm screwed.

You know, Lily, you can crash here.

I mean...

until you get your stuff figured out.

What about your girlfriend?

Oh, no, she, um...

She passed. I'm on my own.

Sorry. No, it's fine.

I just...

I just really don't need any more drama right now.

Yeah.

Um...

Look, Lily, I know what it's like to have to start over.

I do.

You like pizza?

I love pizza.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Hmm.

You really are one of the good ones, you know that?

I'm just upstairs if you need anything.

Hey.

Hey.

Can't sleep?

Hmm.

Jimmy?

Sorry, I just... I've got to call you some more.

No, I can't. It's OK.

I can't get pregnant.

I had a stroke.

I had a cancer scare.

It's fine.

It's OK.

You're perfect.

Oh, my God.

Hmm.

Pay up, sucker.

You've conceived? Yep.

And he asked me to marry him.

Check out that rock.

Does he know you're pregnant?

No. But...

I've been sick as a dog.

I told him I had food poisoning.

You'll have to sabotage with him.

What if I don't want to?

You know, what if he makes me a better offer?

I could get a bidding war started.

Life can be challenging.

Death is always far simpler.

Yeah, I get it.

I was joking.

So where am I supposed to live?

Accommodations will be provided.

And my money?

I told you, when you deliver the child,

you'll receive your 100,000.

I need it faster.

You'll have it when you deliver, as promised.

How am I supposed to tell him?

Hmm.

He'll think of something.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I'm gonna throw up.

I suppose you are.

So is that her?

That's the vessel.

And within it,

and within it,

the future.

Assuming the pieces fall into place.

The pieces don't fall, Jennifer.

We place them.

You and I.

Carefully. Gradually.

Precisely.

You're certain this time?

Mmm.

Certainty is a thing that must be maintained once made.

There are fewer volatile elements this time.

There's some comfort in that.

On your three, one more push.

One, two, three.

Almost there.

One more push.

She's beautiful, baby girl.

I know.

I know. You must be so tired.

But it's done now. You did it.

You're rich.

Beautiful.

You have done wonderfully, Jennifer.

She performed her task as well.

I'll go get a shovel.

Arrangements have been secured for her new guardians.

Tomorrow, the Freeborn family will come to welcome their new baby girl.

Does our little miracle have its first name yet?

Rachel.

How biblical.

I don't imagine it will pose a problem for the Freeborns.

Won't conflict with their beliefs.

I've been playing a long game, Victor.

There are a million ways this could go wrong,

and once it's out of our hands, we...

Once she is out of our hands,

everything will be so much simpler for all of us.

Keep her fed. Keep her safe.

Keep her clean.

Do what you must do.

Tomorrow, they come for her.

I love you.

I love you, too.

She's back.

Aaliyah, what is that? What's going on?

Did you have a nightmare, honey?

I don't know.

It felt so real.

I think it was a premonition.

I don't think I should go to the psychic fear tomorrow.

I have a really bad feeling something's gonna happen.

I know it.

It's gonna be fine.

Now, get some sleep.

Tomorrow's a new day.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I saw your article, and I love your work.

I'm interested in purchasing some of your pieces.

Would I be able to get a sneak peek ahead of the exhibit?

I'm really not supposed to.

Please.

I have a lot of clients that have really deep pockets.

I'll make sure you do quite well.

I'm Jennifer, by the way.

Yeah, I guess it couldn't hurt.

Yeah, I guess it couldn't hurt.

Can I take some pictures with my phone?

I want to share them.

Um...

Yeah, sure.

Do you really have clients

that would be interested in these?

You know, these don't really scream,

welcome home.

No?

Look, the kinds of people with the means

to buy homes and fill them with art these days

are often a bit of a different beast.

That's not even getting into the clients

buying properties for their corporations.

Besides all that,

your work is breathtaking.

You don't think it oozes out a teensy bit of dread?

It's bold.

And bold can be scary, sure,

but...

to me, this stuff says...

new beginnings.

New beginnings and exciting prospects

are my bread and butter, Rachel,

so I know them when I see them.

Whether that's in these

or in you,

you're gonna go places.

I can just feel it.

Are you all right, dear?

I...

I'm so sorry, I...

I've just been getting these, like, weird mini blackouts.

Um...

I'm so embarrassed. Well, um...

I can only imagine the stress involved

in pulling all of this together.

Yeah, I think I'm just tired.

I should let you rest.

Thanks again for the snake peek.

Uh, I'll be here for the opening,

but I was passing by and I couldn't resist.

A pleasure meeting you, Ms. Freeborn.

Okay, Rachel, I haven't heard from you in a few days,

and I'm starting to get worried.

Can you call me and let me know if you're okay?

The psychic fair's today,

so come by and get a reading.

Okay. I love you. Bye.

Good morning, Millie.

Uh, let me get a coffee, black,

and breakfast special.

Actually, you know what? Make it two.

I am famished. Ha ha.

Meet Susan von Hindl.

Seems like our guy got in through the back.

Looks like a single gunshot to the head.

I'd say large caliber based on the exit wound.

Mm-hmm. There's another body inside.

Horst von Hindl.

Neighbors say his car is missing.

Drove a red Firebird.

Oh, witnesses.

Let's get up front.

Witnesses.

Let's get a plate and put out an APB on the car.

We need something on this guy.

Seems random.

Our guy's prints and DNA should be all over this place.

This is him for sure.

There's our trucker's clothes.

Huh.

You think our perp drank all this?

But if he did, he wouldn't be standing,

let alone driving.

Unless he has your tolerance.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

I'm looking for a woman.

Hmm.

Would you like a reading?

I'm looking for someone.

So it's $20 for a 15-minute reading.

Is that okay?

Sold.

Thanks.

You know what?

I can get a better reading if I hold your hand.

All right.

Let's hold hands.

I need to find a woman.

You're gonna help me find her.

Okay.

Need to find a woman.

You're gonna help me find her.

Jennifer.

Yes, yes, yes, she's close.

Oh, no.

She's like you.

There are others like you.

Holy shit, I finally found a real one.

You're gonna take me to her.

I can't. I'm working.

No, no, no, I am not asking you.

You and me are gonna go to your car right now.

You are going to drive me to her,

or I am going to paint the inside of this booth

with your brains, do you understand?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Um...

She's not far from here.

She's at 124 Gerrier.

If I take you to her, will you let me go?

Well, we'll see.

Less talky, more walky.

No, no.

This is my card.

So I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

And leave nothing out.

Even if you think it might seem insignificant.

Okay. Yeah.

I...

I'm getting a phone call. I'm so sorry.

I need to...

Yes, can I speak with you, Leo, please?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yes, can I speak with you, Leo, please?

Speaking.

Elia, hi. Listen, sorry our date got cut short.

I was actually really looking forward to meeting your parents,

but, um, hey, maybe I'll get the chance.

Elia, in my hand right now,

I am holding the keys to your life.

I know where you bank.

I know where you shop.

I know where you sleep.

So it would be a real shame if you talked.

Do you understand me?

It would be a real bloody shame.

Say hello to Manfred Gantz.

His prints were on the truck's steering wheel,

the liquor bottles at the von Hindl house,

and on the magazine from the gun in the grave.

The only trouble is, and get this,

he's been dead for 30 years.

He was a victim in a double murder-suicide.

So what, he... he faked his death?

Seems like it, unless he's back from the dead.

Get a copy of this photo of the sketch artist.

Age him up 30 years.

You don't have to.

He looks the same.

He tried to abduct me this afternoon.

He's at 124 Dryer.

He might still be there.

I can't get involved.

Do you want to go, or should I?

I'll go.

I'll go.

Harry, please just listen to me.

Oh, no, sorry, I can't.

I got some dirt in my ears.

From where you left me buried for 30 fucking years.

Where is that little shit?

David said you were dead.

We couldn't find a body.

Harry, David tied me to a chair and burned me alive.

Victor had to steal my body from the morgue.

It took me months to recover.

Where the fuck is he?

He's in the wind.

Sometimes Victor can find him,

but he hasn't heard from him in over a year.

We have bigger problems than David.

Your antics have been all over the news.

You're attracting too much attention.

Well, excuse me,

because I think you might be acting out a little bit, too,

if you had been left buried for 30 years.

It's a good thing I was close to crossing over.

Otherwise I'd still be worm food.

I think the rain might have helped a little bit, too.

Body in the grave.

Was that Nicole?

Yeah, yeah, I was digging her grave

when that little fuck hit me in the head with a fucking shovel.

Hey, calm down.

And then I got a dirt nap and...

I had to do some damage control.

The council sent over a controller to mitigate leaks.

What does that mean?

The purebloods, they want to control us?

They tried to call the population, but that didn't work.

So now they're on a plan B, and that's not going well either.

Uh...

I'll have Victor plead your case

and smooth things over with the controller.

Fuck Victor. Fuck Victor.

He's a fucking pureblood snob. I don't...

Harry, how did you find me?

I grabbed a psychic.

From a psychic fair.

I had to go through a few till I found her.

I think she's the real deal, though.

She gave me your address.

Jesus Christ.

You're going to drive the police to my front door.

Is she still alive?

Shit. Are you insane?

Yeah, okay, she escaped, but I told her to keep her mouth shut.

It's fine.

Victor's not going to like this.

Oh my gosh, I'm going to get a spanking.

I need a drink.

No.

You need a shower and some clean clothes.

There's a bathroom upstairs.

Meg's boyfriend left some clothes in the closet.

Go. I need to think.

Have you seen the well-be-do up on Lex Avenue?

On that place, they're a pair with their noses in the air.

Jennifer, I was just about to call you.

Listen, he's here at my house.

Shit. I thought we had more time.

How close is Rachel to crossing over?

Close. It could be tonight.

I could smell it on her, and her eyes blink black.

Then we have no choice. I'll be at your house in about an hour.

Aaliyah, I was wondering if we could talk inside.

No, I told you, I don't want to be involved.

You already are involved.

You're Aaliyah, and we're just trying to catch him before he does it again.

And I think you know I'll do it again.

Can we talk inside?

Yeah.

What can you tell me about him?

He was tall, thin, white.

He was looking for his friend, a woman named Jennifer.

He wanted me to take him to her.

He had a gun.

And you met him at the psychic fair?

Yeah, he wanted a reading. He was looking for her.

Really?

He wanted you to find his friend through a psychic reading?

Yeah, and I can tell you don't believe me.

Well, it sounds a little implausible.

But I'm open. I'm open to it.

You don't believe me?

Let me hold your hand. I'll show you.

You were 13 when you and your cousin Julie broke into an abandoned house.

You played hide and seek at that house every day after school.

One day you were late, and you called out for her, but she didn't answer.

Then you found her murdered.

It changed you.

That was the day that you decided to become a cop.

Stop.

How could you know that?

I never told anyone that.

Ellie has always had the gift.

Where is he?

I told you, and the other cop. He's at 124 Dryer with Jennifer.

And there's something that you should know. They're not...

Forget it.

Here's my card.

Call me day or night if anything else comes to you.

I just spoke with Aaliyah.

She's confident that our perp is still at 124 Dryer.

Are you en route?

Look at this.

Got the gang back together.

Where are we going, Victor?

To pick up a new inductee.

First timer?

She's right that I haven't had time to prime her.

It's a simple snatch and grab.

I have a safe house where she can recover.

I think it's best if we lay low for a while.

Who's kidding?

We're unsure of the lineage.

Up here on the left.

Okay, let me out here.

I'll meet you in the back.

Son of a bitch.

Is that the car?

They've got a red Firebird here with plates that match the Von Hindle vehicle.

He's probably here.

I don't know.

Lay down your weapons.

We have you surrounded.

Lay down your weapons.

We have you surrounded.

It's going to be okay, Rachel.

I'm here to help.

We know what you're going through.

I want you to breathe this in, okay?

It'll take the pain away.

There you go.

Here, you grab her phone.

What do you want to do with it?

Her cell phone, you idiot.

He's been underground for 30 years.

The last time he saw a mobile it was the same size as you.

This.

No, no, no. Not now. Not now.

Okay.

I know. I know. We're demons.

No.

Please make it stop.

No.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Mom, would you start packing, please?

I thought about it.

I'm not going to have anybody scare me out of my house.

Okay, Mom, he knows where we live.

He's already threatened me.

And the cops don't know where or what he is.

And why wouldn't you let me tell them?

They wouldn't believe if you told them, Alia.

You know that.

Okay, Mom, please, come with me.

Please, I'm begging you.

Shree said we both could come.

No, you go.

I've been bullied all my life.

This is my house.

The police will catch him, you'll see.

Police are looking for this man.

He's the lead suspect in several murders.

Police believe he may have abducted

local realtor Jennifer Olsen from her home.

If you see this man, do not approach him.

He's considered armed and dangerous.

Looks like your little sidekick didn't get the message.

Now I can't go home.

Why are you ripping your phone apart?

So they can't track it.

Victor, how quickly can your contact get us some new IDs?

A couple of days, hopefully faster.

Of course, I'll need to take new photographs

for your passports and driver's licenses,

and we'll need to set up new bank accounts.

Oh.

Christ.

What a shit show.

I'm gonna go check on Rachel.

I guess we all better be coming up with some new names, yeah?

Okay.

Jen.

It's our new beginning. It's our clean slate.

You used to love that part.

No, I don't want to hear it.

It's a fresh start, Jen.

Jen.

Why the fuck is she angry?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

It's just infinitely surprising, isn't it,

when people are upset that you've drawn the attention of the authorities,

possibly ruined everything for all of us,

exposed us to the world.

Troublesome, hmm?

You're still mad about the David Cooper thing.

What?

Where am I?

How did I...

How did I get here?

You're from the gallery.

That's right.

You're safe.

But you're still very weak.

And first time is always the worst.

You'll be fine in a few days.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Rachel.

You've changed.

And because you've changed,

you'll have to start a new life and abandon everyone and everything from your past.

What are you talking about?

I have an exhibit in...

in a week.

Drink some water. You need to rehydrate.

Sit up.

There you go.

Good.

Rest for now, and I'll explain everything later.

Just rest.

Go.

What's going on? Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Paul.

Paul.

Who are you?

Paul.

Paul.

Who are you?

Paul.

Who are you?

I know you're in the bathroom.

Come out.

I have a gun.

I just want to know where my friend is.

I swear to God, if you come any closer, I will fucking shoot you.

Aaliyah?

Rachel.

What have you done with her?

I told you, I don't know any Rachel.

Stop lying. Her pictures are all over your living room.

What?

Lily, I...

It can't be.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, Victor, what have you done?

Look.

Those photos in the living room?

They're 26 years old.

Okay, how old is Rachel?

She's 25.

Which means she's Lily's daughter.

Which means she's my daughter.

Okay, okay, has she...

Has she been sick lately?

Like, like, really sick?

Yes.

Shit.

Shit, she's probably with Victor.

Who has her?

Victor and Jennifer

and Harry and I...

I don't know.

Well, where are they?

They would have taken her somewhere remote.

She's probably crossed over by now.

No, no, no, she's not dead. I would have felt it.

No, it's a process.

A regeneration.

You're one of them.

Yeah.

And not by choice.

Can you put the gun down?

If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now.

What's with all the blood and duct tape?

It's mine.

I crossed over last night. How long has she been missing?

I don't know. Could be a couple of days.

And I know the cops won't do anything for at least 48 hours.

No, no, no, you can't call the cops.

They just make things worse.

No.

Oh, my God.

She's Rachel's twin.

We need to find her.

I keep having these visions of her all confined and in distress.

So you really are psychic?

Yes.

I've already had the misfortune of meeting Harry.

He was looking for Jennifer,

but I'm beginning to sense he really wants to find you.

How'd you meet him?

At the psychic fair.

I did a reading for him.

I got away from him.

Some of my friends were not so lucky.

Okay, look, you're not gonna like this,

but you have to let me handle this, okay?

These people are dangerous,

and they will kill you if they feel threatened.

They do not want to be exposed.

All right, look.

Give me your number.

I'll call you with any news if you do the same.

Okay. Wait a second, please.

This is a lot, and I need to trust you.

In order for me to do that,

I need to hold your hand to see who or what you are.

Please. She's my best friend.

Just a warning.

You're not gonna like what you see.

Now you're the children of the gods, Davy.

We never age and get to explore all that we desire.

Thing is, Dave,

Noah wasn't the only one with an arc.

We are descended from the old gods,

the ones before the Great Flood.

Do you read Genesis?

As kids, right?

The point is, you're like us.

And thanks to Nicole, we were able to find you

before your first crossover.

Oh, thank goodness.

Sorry we roughed you up a little bit, though,

but you're gonna find that nosebleeds a thing of the past.

Oh.

Bruises, broken bones, bullets.

You don't have to worry about that anymore.

I hope you like company,

because we're gonna be hanging out for a long time.

Here's the keys to the gallery, your phone.

I downloaded all the contacts from the SIM card

in case she doesn't run out.

And how is she?

She's still really out of it.

You just make sure you keep him under control.

You have my word.

Carsat Style, do you remember?

You used to have one dial.

How many Beatles left?

Must you?

Don't tell me, don't tell me.

Radiant, one dial.

Who the fuck needs 12 presets?

Why is my ass getting hot?

No matter how many times you hit that switch,

it's not going to play music from 30 years ago.

So you've got no idea where David is?

I do not.

And if I did, Harry, I wouldn't tell you.

I mean, things have changed.

I am asking you to drop it for all of our sakes.

Victor, come on, you know I can't do that.

Have you any idea the shitstorm you rained down on Jennifer?

You burned her identity.

Welcome to the fucking club.

Do you know that this is all David's fault?

Oh, all of it's David's fault.

You didn't think that perhaps murdering six people

and abducting another might draw some unwanted attention?

Since when do you care about the mayflies?

Things have changed.

There are rules.

Fuck the rules.

Victor, are you going to help me or not?

I'm still here.

Victor, are you going to help me or not?

I'm staying out of it.

What about Jen?

Jen can speak for herself.

Where's the tape deck in this fucking thing?

The tape deck? This is what concerns you?

You're going to out us the entire of the mortuary?

I had a collection going, and I was out.

And you'd like to listen to CCR?

Well, you've ruined fucking everything.

I hate this world.

Rachel.

Rachel, don't.

Stop it.

Stop it.

I'm so sorry.

Rachel.

Just... behave.

It's like you don't know me at all.

Aaliyah, you have been a very bad girl.

I need you to help me find someone else, and then...

maybe I'll forgive you.

You didn't tell the cops anything.

Yeah, sure you didn't.

Listen, I need you to help me find my old pal, David.

That's not how it works.

I need to hold your hand to do a reading.

Okay. Well, let's meet then.

We can meet at the corner of King and Stevenson.

All right. Two hours.

You be there. No cops.

All clear. Help me unload, yeah?

Yeah.

Troy?

I know where he is.

He just called my cell.

He's dumping bodies at the art gallery at 112 York Street.

Ah.

Ha.

Little bitch called the police.

You know, it used to be you would threaten someone,

and they'd listen to you. You remember that, right?

So now, now we have to make a stop.

45 Maple Tree Lane.

I have to put down a psychic.

We got him. He's dead.

Are you sure?

100%.

I'm looking at the corpse right now.

I just wanted you to know.

Okay. Yeah, thank you. Um...

Bye.

Hello?

Hey, Mom.

They got him. It's over.

I'll proceed to the door. I got to go.

Ugh.

No.

No.

Police have found three bodies

in the apartment above the Gantz Art Gallery.

One of the victims is believed to be Rachel Freeborn,

who was living in the apartment above the gallery.

There are reports describing mutilated bodies

and satanic imagery.

A serious fugitive that has claimed several lives already

has taken two more

and turned his gun on himself

in a bizarre double-murder suicide.

Jen?

Love, are you done with the place?

Did you, uh, have a little finger-painting party

with our guest?

Ha-ha.

How'd it go? Did you take care of the psychic?

Sent her a message.

I'll get you some hot water.

Go take a shower.

So...

suppose the, um, talk didn't go very well?

We didn't even get to that.

She, uh...

she shot me

trying to get the gun.

She's stronger than she looks.

Mm.

Mom, I need some juice.

It's been a day.

Oh, oh. Oh, that's...

To a day.

Generous pours.

That's her.

Oh.

Oh.

Is he here?

And Rachel?

Yes, they are.

Can I see them?

Um, if you can I.D. them as well,

that would be helpful.

Are you sure?

Yes.

That's him.

It doesn't make any sense.

Then who killed my mom?

He might have had an accomplice.

Okay.

Thank you, Aaliyah.

You've been really helpful.

We're gonna find out who did this

and get some justice, okay?

Picture day?

You have a file with the man

for Gant's crime scene photos?

Uh, should be here.

Here it is.

Thanks.

Am I imagining this?

It's the same woman, isn't it?

What the hell is going on here?

Come on, Aaliyah.

She knows more than she's been telling us.

Breathing slowly

Smoke might burn your eyes

Hi, Aaliyah, listen,

I found your mom's address book lying around.

Um, you know, it's a little bit bloody,

but let's take a look here.

Oh, I've got, um, an Uncle Jack

at 89 Clover Ridge Lane.

Aaliyah, I have your entire family

in my fucking hands here,

and all I want is one thing from you.

So the next time I call, you pick up,

or I will shake your family tree to its roots.

Detective Nolan?

This is Aaliyah.

Can you call me back when you get this, please?

Have either of you seen my Christin mobile?

Search me.

The last I saw it was on the kitchen table

next to your laptop.

Harry, what did you do?

Did you call someone?

I told you to leave it alone.

I just needed to know where David is.

Better pick it up, Vic.

I think it's your boyfriend.

David, Harry's gone absolutely mad.

Let go.

Hey, David.

Yeah, I've been looking for you, pal.

Is that so?

How about you and me,

we have a little face-to-face conversation

so I can actually rip your fucking face off.

I'll be in touch.

Fucker.

Get out. Get out now.

Hey, look.

We're all still friends here.

Take the van and go. Don't come back.

Are you serious?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Everything that you and me have...

I'm sick of your shit.

Get out now.

Shit.

Marty?

What's the big secret you couldn't tell me over the phone?

All of these bodies have been drained of their blood,

including your killer.

Okay.

They were placed at the crime scene

and drained at another location.

So it was staged?

What about the bullet wound?

He was already dead.

Sort of.

I have no clear time of death.

There are no signs that rigor mortis even occurred.

You think this is some kind of cult?

There's something else.

I found traces of amniotic fluid.

So is this the part

where you tell me some rational explanation for all this?

I was hoping you could have one for me.

Look, I'll keep digging, but...

whatever happened in that room

is so far from normal,

I just keep hoping, expecting,

oh, I'll wake up.

I don't know what this is.

You have been wandering among sheep,

thinking yourself to be one of them,

just as frail, as pathetic, as ephemeral.

We are the proverbial wolves that wear their clothing.

We are your people, and we are old.

Your mother was human.

Your father was a hybrid, like you and me.

A stunning testament to our ability to endure.

And that is what you shall do.

Endure.

The body you're in is new,

but it's as much yours as the last one.

You grew it.

In another 25, 30 years, you'll grow another.

While all else fades away,

eternity is our people's gift to you.

Each man has their season,

but we, we're perennial.

You people are insane.

I don't fucking believe you.

I just want to go home.

Your father felt the same way.

We all do at first.

Sometimes we have to see it to believe it.

Stop it.

Just please stop it.

How come?

When am I?

You are what you have always been.

Part of you knew Rachel.

It's all over your artwork.

You've just finally reached the point

that you need to accept it.

Accept that your possibilities are endless,

that eternity is your playground,

and that the only family that lasts is ours.

This can't be real.

Just please take me home.

I've already found your cast-off husk, child.

That, Rachel, is dead to the world.

How am I supposed to live if I'm dead?

You reinvent, Rachel.

You're not your name.

No one chooses the way they're born,

but you and I,

we do get to choose what we reinvent as.

I've already lived over 200 years of life

and I get to explore with fresh eyes every 30.

New identification, a new address.

We can have you settled as whomever you choose to be.

There will be some adjustments,

but soon you will be grateful.

My life.

My friends.

The first time, I grieved, too.

But among your own, you might find something more lasting.

I will come with you on one condition.

And what's that?

I know someone who can help us.

Okay. Another psychic?

No. Just trust me.

I'll tell you where to go.

Buckle up.

You say you both know about my father.

How?

You're very special to us, Rachel.

We've been keeping track of you ever since you were born

so that we would be here to help you with this.

Why isn't he here?

Why isn't he guiding me?

Do I even get to meet him?

Soon.

He's in disperse at the moment.

Detective Nolan, meet David.

It's impossible.

I've seen crime photos of you from 30 years ago.

You're dead.

See, I told you not to involve the police.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

My friend, David's daughter, is missing.

These people have her.

We need to come up with a plan to get her back.

Okay.

David.

So, it's about time you tell me where David is.

Okay, just give me a second.

I have to focus in on him.

He's at the Pine Tree Motel.

Little Britain.

He's waiting for you.

Room 11.

This is David.

He's not going by that now.

I'll call the motel

to see if anyone fitting his description is still there.

Okay. I'm coming with you.

Not a good idea.

It's my family on the line.

I'm going.

Fine.

But you're staying in the car.

I'll catch up.

Meet you there.

John, no.

Police.

Drop the weapon.

No.

Holy shit.

Fuck.

Fuck, back up.

Back the fuck up.

I will fucking kill her.

Let her go.

Take me instead.

Then what the fuck would I want you for?

Are you okay?

Yeah, just get in the car.

Get in the car.

Aaliyah, I cannot believe that you're here.

Look who's driving now, right?

Gotta say, though, Jen was right.

Probably should have snuffed you out when I had the chance.

I brought you to David.

Yeah, but then he got away, Aaliyah.

Was I not clear?

I said, no cops.

Now I have to kill your entire family,

and you realize this is all your fault.

He didn't get away.

He's following us right now.

Really?

Oh, how about that?

Aliyah, you stay in the car, sweetheart.

Ah.

Fuck.

Looks like I got you.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

What did you do with her?

Her?

Been a lot of hers.

You got to be more specific.

My daughter.

Victor.

That little fuck.

How the fuck did I miss that?

Rachel.

Yeah, she's safe.

She's with Jen.

Where are they?

That's for me to know,

and you to find out.

I'm gonna fucking bury you, David.

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

David.

David.

What are we gonna do?

That's gonna get infected.

I didn't have time to wash my hands.

I'm gonna kill you this time.

Thank you for that.

You know, that has given me a reason to keep going.

Because, David, the things I'm gonna do to your daughter...

You're not gonna get the chance.

Now we're having some fun.

Let's go.

Ugh.

Fuck.

You took everything from me.

My family, my job.

Nicole.

I am not gonna let you take my daughter, too.

Take? I didn't take shit.

I gave you a gift.

I tried to show you a path.

And what happened to Nicole, that was a mercy.

Do you get it?

It never ends up good for the mother.

She would have died in agony.

Yeah, Victor knew that.

Then why'd he set me up with Lily, huh?

Victor wanted to start a breeding program.

With you, we needed you to father a girl

within the first 20 years of your crossover

while you still had the fucking juice.

Now, did you tell Victor where you buried me?

Yeah.

I showed him.

He could have dug you up at any time.

So he fucked us both over.

Ah.

Shit.

Next time, I'll bury you both.

Oh.

I am so fucking proud of you right now.

Sir.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

You good?

Yeah.

Okay.

Where are you hurt?

Fucking everywhere.

Jesus.

You know, I mean, get some help, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Stay there.

Dispatch, come in.

Dispatch.

Any units, do you read me?

Time to play dress-up.

Okay.

Good night.

Thanks.

I hope Nahid won't pop up the whole game,

you know, playing this fucking song at night.

Don't you dare.

Just play it right.

Stand up straight.

Not like this.

What do you mean, right?

What are you trying to do?

You go and stand up straight.

Fine, I'll stand up straight,

You ready?

Get in.

Richard Nigel Balls.

Dick N Balls.

Victor, you...

You asshole.

I'm looking for a woman.