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Sanders.

Yeah. What's the address?

I've known they approved you
for active duty for a day or so.

Couldn't say anything.

Look, Riley.

Not everyone comes back
from something like that.

I'm fine, sir.

Abducted, tortured?

Are you willing?
Are you...

I'm just acknowledging that.

Okay.

Anyway, you have a new partner.

Paul Carr.

Seven years homicide,
Wasatch County.

That's him.

- Come on in, Paul.
- Morning, Lieutenant.

Riley, Paul.

Hey.

Paul's been working with us
for about three weeks.

I think this is a good pairing.

Looking forward to it.

All right.

Paul's going to get you
up to date on the current cases.

Good to have you back,
Detective.

You don't have to talk about it.

I haven't read the report.

I don't need to know
what happened.

But if you ever
do want to talk about it,

I know you were...

How about you tell me
about the current cases?

Right.

Couple things.

Stabbing outside city creek.

Older woman.
Looks like a mugging.

Um, here's a strange one.

We found a man
locked inside a dark room,

dead of a heart attack.

It was a while back.
A couple weeks ago.

He locked himself in?

No. Door had
an external padlock.

Was there any sign
of a struggle?

The man was bound to a chair.

No fingerprints.

He was a loner.
Stayed inside.

No family, few friends.

We got nothing.

Can I take a look at the file?

Please help...

Are you willing?

Morning.

What have we got here?

Dead body.
That's all I know.

Her stuff's in the other room.

Couch, lamps.

It's just like eight lamps.

Who has eight lamps?

Someone afraid of the dark.

You know, this took a lot to do.

I painted my place a month ago,
and it took me all weekend.

What's her name?

Name? Ask him.

Kimberly Parker.

What happened?

She had a heart attack.

Who was F.O.S.?

Again.

I was, ma'am.

Neighbor usually brings
the victim in her mail.

When she wasn't answering,
neighbor called it in.

All right. Thank you.

Someone binds her up
like that

and paints
the entire room red?

No. None of it's on her.

It was dry
when she was placed here.

What's that?

It's a dressing.

It's fresh.

Must've been a struggle.

Yeah. She fought back,
got hurt,

and someone bandaged her
and chained her up.

How fresh is it?

Within 24 hours.

Why dress the wound?

And what's the point
of all the red?

Well, I once had a body

with a teddy bear
sewed up inside it.

You can't make sense
of the senseless.

Why is this entire room red?

I'm supposed to have
guesses on that?

The address is different
on her license.

Let's check it out.

Yeah, well...

I'm so sorry.

She was afraid of
people, things.

The... The out there.

She wouldn't leave
her place alone,

even around the block.

But sometimes, I would,
I would take her outside

to get some fresh air.

Blindfolded.

Blindfolded?

If she saw the color red,
she panicked.

It was...

frightening.

Why?

Well, there's this condition

that the mind
can't perceive color.

It's monochromacy.

Color is an illusion.
It's not real.

My red and your red
aren't the same.

We all think we're seeing color
the same, but we're not.

Everything is perception.

It's...

essentially meaningless.

I'm sorry.
Did she have this?

No. She suffers...

Uh, she had chronic phobia.

Erythrophobia.
It's the fear of the color red.

Did she ever see anyone
for this condition?

There's a doctor.

I took her.

There's a program.

She said she was special.

That these people,
these phobics...

I mean, you have no idea.

Do you have the name
of this doctor?

She wasn't normal.

But she was my daughter.

Was it suicide?

It doesn't appear to be.

Thank you for your time.

Give it!

Don't hurt him! Don't.

Shh.

No one's gonna hurt you.

What are you doing here?

I'm Detective Sanders.
This is Detective Carr.

We'd like to ask you
some questions

about one of your patients.

That was interesting.

Phobias are crippling.

What I do here is
a last resort for people.

They come here when they have
nowhere else to turn.

Like Kimberly Parker?

She is my patient

and also a subject in
a restricted sponsored study.

Was.

Someone painted her walls red.

She was found dead,
chained to a chair.

You think of any reason someone
would paint her walls like that?

Yes, if they wanted to hurt her.

Can we see your files?

What's this?

Rorschach test cards.

What do you see?

Nothing.

You show a phobic
Rorschach test,

and they inevitably see
their fear in the inkblots.

What they see reveals their fear
over and over.

So?

What do you see, Detective?

Just a bunch of ink.

And the files?

Unfortunately,
that's all I can say.

I figured as much.

There's some weird phobias
out there.

Lachenophobia:
fear of vegetables.

I mean, never been
a fan of celery,

but I can't see one stalking me.

Really? That's it?

Mm-hmm.

Wow. I worked on that
last night.

Told it to my mom.

Yeah? How'd that play?

Much better.

Yeah?

That's cool.
She has a sense of humor.

So I had a thought.

Mm, is this like a celery bit?

No.

That night of your incident.

I read your file.

Great.

You were in peril and...

I was in peril?

Is this another thing
you tried out on your mom?

Come on.
You know what I mean.

You were in danger,
and you were restrained.

Reminds me of
Kimberly Parker's murder.

Kimberly Parker was found
in a room painted red,

bound to a chair.

Restrained like you were.

Look, there was nothing
in your file.

Was there something else
that happened to you that night?

Was there something else
in the room?

Did he do anything to you?

What happened to me
was its own thing.

I mean, really, if anything,
the Kimberly Parker case

is more like that case
that you told me about

with the guy that was
locked in the room.

Yeah.

I got this.

Let me see that.

Salt Lake PD?

My father.

He was shot in the line of duty.

They gave the watch
to my mother.

She gave it to me
when I made detective.

I'm sorry.

Paul, look at me.

I'm really sorry.

He knew your dad.

Yeah?

Yeah. I mean, they weren't close
or anything, but yeah.

I know I want to have you over
for dinner.

I got this.

All right.

Yeah, I understand.
Thank you.

Nothing.

Well, these files that she
gave us have nothing in them.

Just names and redacted records.

I know.

No way.

Samuel Leslie.

That was our case.

Wasn't that the guy that was in
the locked room?

Yeah.

What was this fear?

Darkness.

I told you it was similar.

You did.

She obviously knew that he died,

and she didn't say anything
to us about it.

Yep.

Some of this stuff
is fascinating.

She transfers their fear

from whatever it is
they're afraid of

to something totally different,

like a bell or lights.

What do you mean, lights?

It says they use a white light
with a repeater.

Guessing that's like a strobe.

Anyway, after that, they...

no longer afraid of dogs
or sharks or whatever.

It's the bells or lights.

That's the theory, anyway.

One of the files mentions

"crisis-powered physiological
enhancement phenomenon."

You heard of that one?

What?

Oh. It's also called
"excited delirium,"

like when a mom
lifts a car off her kid.

Yeah, that's not a real thing.

Yeah, but there's a ton of stuff
on the Internet about it.

This woman
protected her children

from a polar bear attack.

Stuff like that.

You know what else
is on the Internet?

- Stories about Bloody Mary.
- Who?

Where you look in the mirror
and say Bloody Mary three times.

I guess I missed that one.
What happens?

She, uh...

She appears.

Anyway, it's all urban legend.

Get me some of that.

Can you put that here?

Detective.

- What happened to the lights?
- Somebody cut the power.

Whoever did this
brought their own lights.

Hey, can you hold off on that?

What happened to his face?

Well, I found bits of cornea
underneath his fingernails.

I think, I mean
as far as I can see,

he was trying
to scratch his eyes out.

I've never seen anything
like this.

What is this, panic?

I don't know.

What is that?

Book of phobias.

Pediaphobia: fear of dolls
and mannequins.

I don't blame him.

Any other injuries?

Nothing like the first victim.

No bandages,
no defensive wounds.

Holden.

We need to get a list
of everyone in her program.

Yeah.

Please. Please help.

Your father was a few years
behind me at the academy,

but I remember him.

Terrible tragedy what happened.

I carry it with me.

Hmm.

It's nice.

It's very nice.
You should be proud.

He was one of the good guys.

He thought fondly of you
as well.

He gave me that book
they wrote about you.

Had a huge impact
on my life, sir.

How did you know?

Hmm?

The man you shot.

Mm.

How did you know
he wasn't the husband?

When I went to the door,
I asked to speak to the wife.

When she came out,

said it was just
a dumb argument.

We turned to go back inside.

It was, uh,
it was the way touched her.

You know, you could tell.

Yeah, the author of the book

tried to sell that
as police instinct.

Afraid that was just dumb luck.

I mean, I drew
my service revolver and fired

a millisecond before I felt
his round crashing in my leg.

Do you know what they found
in his house?

The one he shot?

Really?

Just what was in the book.

There were horrible things.

Things with children.

The kind of things
that you would never imagine,

unless you saw them.

The evil men do.

I'm sorry. What was that?

There are people,

men who have urges,
compulsions,

and you could understand
their crimes.

I mean, not the deeds they do,

but you can understand
why they do things

and the psychology.

But men like the one I shot

isn't afflicted by weakness
or an urge.

It's methodical.

It's who they are.

And I knew there were
thousands like him.

If I got them all,
it wouldn't matter

because they keep coming,
like the plague.

That's what I thought back then,

so I quit.

What?

In that moment, I told Riles

she'd never have to spend
another night in a hospital.

Not with me, anyway.

And she says,

"Daddy, if you quit,

who's gonna catch
the bad guys?"

Fear is paralyzing.

And I knew it was fear
feeding on me.

I knew the only thing more
powerful in this world than fear

was hope.

So I let hope in,

and I stayed on and...

I could see it.

Brief moments when fear would,
would all but fade away.

When Riley asked who would
do this job if I didn't,

something clicked.

I saw things in a way
I never had.

I mean, just as there'd always
be men like the one I shot,

there'd always be cops.

Good cops.

Like your dad, like you,
like my Riles.

Because someone
has to do this job.

I think it's bizarre you live
in the house you grew up in

and not your father.

Why?

I mean, he wanted to move
for some reason, and...

I just couldn't imagine
anyone else living here.

You know, the last gift
my father gave me

was your dad's book.

I'm so sorry that
you had to go through that,

losing your dad.

Strange thing being a cop,

but I enjoyed listening
to your dad talk about it.

You're a lot like him.

Don't patronize me.

No, I mean...

I think you should probably go.

Why does that bother you...

when I say you're like
your father?

Paul...

I know you're killing yourself
over what happened that night.

Nobody is as wound as tight
as you are

without there being more to it.

The thing about my dad,

that night that he
saved that family,

he showed no fear.

Or maybe he got lucky.

And I don't know what happened,

but I don't believe
for one second

that it was your fault.

Riley...

what happened?

I'm sorry.
I think you should go.

Yeah?

- Informant called me.
- Who?

- Are you there?
- Paul, what's going on?

Said to come alone,
but he said to call you.

Paul, where are you?

He knows what happened to you
that night.

He said to go to
353 Harley Street.

Paul, stop. Pull over.

I promise
we'll figure this out.

Paul. Paul!

Stop.

No! Please! Help me! Oh, my...

Oh, no! Oh, stop! God!

Oh, no! Please! No! Oh, God!

Please! Please! Please! Please!

Please! Please!

What's the matter with him?

He just needs some rest.

He's at risk.

All of your patients are.
We've been looking for him.

He's safe here.

Are the rest of
your patients here?

This isn't an inpatient program.

Someone's killing your patients.

Another one was murdered
last night.

I know.

I am not leaving here
without some answers.

My research indicated a link

between the reactions
of clinical phobics

and the phenomenon known as
"excited delirium."

Yeah, I've heard of that.

It's like moms
lifting cars off kids

or fending off polar bears
or whatever.

- It's preposterous.
- No, Riley.

Do you understand
the implications?

Of what?

Never being weak
in any situation.

Never being afraid
of anything. Riley.

Not the dark.

Nothing ever again.

Do you know something about me?

What's the matter with me?

Stop.

Come with me.

What is this?

How are you sleeping?

What?

I'm sorry. I can't explain
everything, Riley.

But deep down, you know.

You trying to get in my head?

Look at that
when you're alone.

It's time for you
to go now, Riley.

I don't even know
what you mean.

Goodbye, Riley.

Right, Sully?

Get your story straight!

Did we wake you?

I'm hungry.

Just grab some pizza
in the kitchen.

Help.

Daddy.

Hey, Sully, you down here?

Daddy.

- Where are you?
- Over here!

Daddy.

Help me.

I passed out.

And when I woke up
the next morning,

you were gone.

I couldn't find you anywhere.
I called all my friends.

When we checked
all your friends' houses

and then to the mall
and the parks, everywhere,

I couldn't find you anywhere,

so I just, I came home, and...

I just sat on
that old blue sofa

we used to have
in the living room.

I was so scared, Riley.

I've never been more afraid
in my entire life.

I wanted the earth
to swallow me.

I was so ashamed.

I was sure I'd lost you.

Then I heard this scratching.

Then I realized I'd been
hearing it all along,

but it didn't register
until then.

And this...

this small flicker of hope
trickled in.

I stopped breathing
and listened.

I could hear it.

In the kitchen,
it was louder

I went to the basement door...

and down those stairs.

When I saw you...

I am so sorry.

And that next night,
you... you couldn't sleep.

You'd have the lights on.

And then you...
you wet the bed.

And that just went on and on.

I mean, it was so hard on you.

You were so afraid of the dark,

I had to take you
to a specialist.

Holden.

Yeah, Holden.

And, uh,
and she diagnosed you as...

"Aclophobic."

Extreme fear of the dark.

And hypnophobic,

fear of sleep.

You were literally afraid
to close your eyes.

So I agreed
to let her work with you.

You saw her
for about a month.

And then...

one night,
you could sleep again.

You never wet the bed, and...

Holden assured me that,
that you were cured.

She, uh...

she transferred my fears
to this...

flashing strobe light.

I didn't know anything about any
lights or anything like that.

You never mentioned it.

But it...

it seemed like
you blocked it out, you know?

And...

I was so ashamed, I never said
anything about it again.

And I...

Eventually, I forgot.

Time does that.

I'm sorry.

I had a moment today when
I thought I was losing my mind.

That I'd done things
that I wasn't aware of.

None of this is your fault.

I love you.

I love you.

Daddy.

I'm dying.

Help.

Help.

Whoa! Riley, it's me.

Were you in my backyard?

What? Of course not.

Riley, no.

What's wrong?

Somebody's in my garage.

I got you.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

That's not mine.

This is more complicated
than we thought.

She's been at this for years.

She's helped dozens of people
with replacement therapy.

Look at this.

"Herta Ivanovich."

From the Stalin era.

Back when they were doing
weird programs.

Like that Nazis?

Weirder.

Stalin wanted to create
a human-animal hybrid.

Bizarre programs like that.

They would put parents
in sealed rooms,

in front of a curtain,

bind them to chairs...

pull back the curtain,

and their children would be
behind a glass window,

and they'd...

do things to them.

They were trying to see
if they could break out.

Did they?

Doesn't say.

Just trying to induce
the crisis-powered

physiological enhancement...

yeah, polar bears.

That's what they did to you,
isn't it?

But they never broke me.

I'm fine.

What if it were possible?

The super human strength.

It's not. That's crazy.

Obviously somebody believes it.

They keep doing
these experiments.

Yeah.

Paul.

Yeah?

If you wouldn't have
come tonight...

I know.

You think that's what
he was trying to do with me?

What do you mean?

When he called me
to that building.

Got you there.

You think he was going to
put you behind the glass?

Wait a minute.

This is the building
that I found you in.

What?

It's hard to tell
'cause it's an old photo,

but that's the building.

What's this doing
in Holden's files?

This place used to be owned by
a company called Marks-Ferry.

Holden?

She sat on their board.

Let's find a way in.

Paul, I think this is the place
I was treated when I was a kid.

Are you sure?

Hey.

This is about them.

Let's meet around back.

If there's an open door,
don't go in without me.

I'm fine.

All right.

Dr. Holden?

Dr. Holden, can you hear me?

What's going on?

I don't know.

Is she okay?

Put her down!

Please.

Put her down!

Stop.

Stop!

What the hell?

Don't hurt him!

No!

You could take your mask off.

Your breathing.

You're like me.

Riley!

Riley! Let her go,
you son of a bitch!

Riley!

Riley!

Paul...

I know.

Find her.

Is this her?

Yeah.

It was a miracle.

If she hadn't been there,
Mikey...

Can I have this?

Yeah, sure.

I was wondering if you could
show me where it happened.

Of course.

You good?

So the car slid off the road

and landed somewhere,
somewhere around here.

Isn't that right, Mikey?

Yeah, right here.

Where did she come from?

I wish I knew.

I was so focused on Mikey
and what she did

because she...

It wasn't possible.

You didn't see
where she came from?

She was just there.

She came out of the sky.

Show me.

Thanks.

So is she...

Is she in some kind
of trouble?

I just need to find her.

Okay, who are you, really?

I'm her friend.

We want to thank her.

If you find her,

will you tell her, please?

She's, um...

She's pretty incredible.

Absolutely.

Thanks. And good luck.

Let's go, bud.

His regenerative capacity
was greatly increased,

but we were unable to save him.

Preserve the brain.

They'll want to study it,
see how it worked.

Of course.

Any news on the other?

Nothing yet.

We need to find her
before they do.

This was all for her,
wasn't it?

Yes.

All for Riley.