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Putting 'Wizard' on your door
is like putting up a sign

that says 'Lunatics Welcome'

Not that all my clients are crazy,

but they all think I'm a little crazy.

They ask me to cast spells,
move objects without touching them,

and, of course, see dead people.

Don't get me wrong,
I can do most of that stuff

but when it comes
to dealing with ghosts,

let's just say I'd rather
get a root canal.

Are you feeling a cold spot

or whatever you people call it?

Not getting a thing.

You say you've been sensing your
daughter's presence here for a whole year?

Yeah, it's not really a...

It's a feeling.

Maybe I just can't let go.

Look, what happened...

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

Yeah, that's what everybody
keeps telling me.

Uh, this guy...

what's his name?

Boone, Gus Boone;

he'd just gotten out of prison.

There used to a
jewelry store next door.

The police think
maybe he got confused,

came in here and panicked

and killed Lisa

and then took something
he thought he could sell.

What was that?

An engraved stone tablet, Egyptian.

I had it under glass.

It must have caught his eye,
but he dropped it in the alley.

The cops found it smashed to pieces.

Copts caught the guy?

No.

Well, if Lisa's killer went unpunished that
might be enough to keep her spirit here.

Boone is dead.

He left here and he
carjacked a guy at gunpoint.

There was a struggle;

Boone's shotgun went off,
in his own face.

This feeling...

This feeling you get when you think
Lisa's here, can you describe it to me?

Like I left the house
with the stove on,

or that there's something out
there than I'm supposed know.

So it's like she's trying
to tell you something.

I don't know.
Honestly.

I'm a bit embarrassed calling
you here in the first place.

You know sometimes trauma,
it can cause the mind to play tricks.

I don't want to belittle
what you've experienced

but a lot of this,
it may just be in your head.

Oh no.

Daddy!

I love you Daddy.

Mr. Dresden, Mr. Dresden.

Are you all right?

It's your daughter...

It's your daughter.

It's not in your head.

It's not in your head.

Not all ghosts are spooky,
or have unfinished business.

Some are just annoying.

Especially when the ghost has 1,000 years

of supernatural knowledge he
feels compelled to share.

Constantly.

So you didn't ask her
to appear in any way,

but she still made herself
known to you unbidden.

Mhm. And she kicked my ass.

Check the garlic bread.

Why, I'm not eating?

Perhaps she just wanted some company.

You know I'm not doing anything;

maybe I could find a
frequency, chat her up.

Yeah, her father would like that.

Well, it could be our secret.

How old is she?

Seventeen.

Now she wanted me
to see, what happened.

From what I saw, Boone,
he knew what he wanted.

He was there for the tablet.

There was no hesitation.

Yes, but he dropped it in the alley.

Smashed to pieces.

None of that matters because he's dead

and she wasn't in need of any vengeance

or anything else...

Except maybe a good
giggle at your expense.

I don't think that's what she was doing.

Well, I say let her be.

If the poor girl wants to
be near her dear old dad

then let her.

You should see her Bob, she's in pain.

Yes well, life is pain.

So is dinner.

You've burnt your garlic bread.

What, no tantrum?

She won't move on.

She wanted me to see that
Boone was on a mission.

Something's not right.

Oh, I sense another quixotic crusade

looming on the horizon.

So do I.

What part of case closed
do you not understand?

Well, it's closed for you
but it's not for my client.

Please let me just see the file.

Go to the library, read the newspapers.
They covered it pretty well.

I just think there's more to the story.

Of course you do.

I... uh...

I got a message from beyond the grave.

Get out.

Well, give me the file and I'll be gone.

I can't do that.

You're a cop Murphy,
you can do anything.

I can't make you go away.

Ah, you see, that's because
you don't want to.

That's because you find me entertaining.

Delusional, completely.

Murphy, seriously,

Harding, he's still a mess
with the loss of his daughter.

If I can just look at the file

and I could tell him there's nothing
more to know,

then he could move on with his life.

Come on, help me do a good thing.

If i get any karma points I'll
give them straight to you.

Fine.

Oh yeah.

Thank you.

You'll have to go downtown

and see Marie in the basement.

Marie?

You'll like her.
She's single.

Murphy, you're the only
one for me, you know that.

This is the last I want to hear of this.

Absolutely.

Constanza?

You never told me that.

Go.

I'm going.

Thank you.

Yeah, okay.

Oh Murphy, Murphy,

she is a hell on wheels.

Top of the line cop, if you ask me.

She's pure blue through and through.

You know about her dad right?

No.

I'm sorry, will this take long?

Oh my god, he was a handsome man,

but he was an old school cop,

if you get my drift, right.

Your face, his phonebook, kapow!

He lives in Florida now with some hooker.

Okay, this is just gonna take a minute.

I got a giant submarine sandwich.

Yeah.

Okay.

Gus Boone.

He served 5 years for aggravated assault

and he got out

and he killed a girl the next day.

He got what he deserved.

Blown to bits

by one of Chicago's most eligible bachelors,

Edward Miller.

Who is this guy?

Well, if were a single woman you'd know.

But you're a single man, aren't you?

How's your salami?

Sandwich, I mean, sandwich.

Terrific, thank you.

Okay, Miller, what does he do?

Stockbroker. Commodities.

He buys and sells everything.

He's got cars, he's got boats, planes.

He's got a lot of houses
and a lot of women.

Boone jumped into his
car outside his office...

Was that just by chance?

No, I think he probably
staked out the car;

it was a top of the line
porsche, very sexy car.

Anyway, Miller comes out;

they tussle for the gun

and Boone goes boom.

Do you have the item that
was stolen from the store?

Yeah, I've got it right here.

What's left of it.

We have a fragmented
14 by 10 inch Egyptian tablet

known as the Lock of
...Anna... Anna...

Anubis, it's an Egyptian god of the dead.

It's the body of a man
and the head of a jackal.

My, my.

Well, I wouldn't care what
his he looked like

as long as he had the ass of Brad Pitt.

You want some more soda?

Yeah, all right.

To Chicago's finest

Miller's fateful encounter
with Boone was happenstance

to me there's no such thing
as coincidence.

I also don't believe in showing
up on someone's doorstep uninvited

but for $500, two day minimum,
you learn to make exceptions.

How is he, her father?

Physically he's fine, fully recovered,

but emotionally, he needs closure.

And I can, what, provide that somehow?

Yeah, he just needs a clearer
picture of how Boone died.

In an explosion of blood and brain matter.

Sorry, it wasn't pleasant.

Drink?

No, no, no, thank you.

So why do you think he chose you?

Target of opportunity.

He ambushed me in the
parking garage in my office,

aimed the gun at me,
ordered in my car;

I knew I was going to be murdered
in some woods somewhere,

so I hit him with my briefcase.

Grabbed the gud

That was it.

It was that fast?

No, it was a lifetime.

It was probably 6 or 7 seconds.

And he didn't mention anything

about the robbery or Lisa Harding?

Not a word.

Would you show me?

Sorry?

I'm Boone, okay?

What'd I do?

Come on Mr. Dresden,

I've gone over this with the
police more times than I can count.

My client just wants to make sure
the police didn't miss anything.

Understand?

So, uh... would you mind?

Fine.

Okay, so I got my finger on the trigger

and you hit me with the briefcase.

Yeah, it hit the gun.

And then you grabbed it... the gun?

I gotcha.

And I was just standing
there like that.

Now you try to push me
away with your hand.

Your left hand.
On my chest.

On your chest...

and then... yeah.

- And then...
- Bang.

Boone pulled the trigger on himself.

Well, not intentionally I'm sure.

Does that paint a clear
enough picture for you?

Yeah Mr. Miller, I think
it does, and I thank you.

Can I just ask you
one more question?

Mr. Dresden, my masseuse
is on a schedule,

I can't keep her waiting.

Absolutely.

Please, tell Mr. Harding
my thoughts are with him.

What he went through,
no father should...

forgive me if I don't show you out.

Of course, yeah, thank you.

Mr. Dresden, you lost?

No, no.

Hey thanks again.

You're welcome.

Anubis

Fancy meeting you here...

It could be a coincidence.

Rich people buy things

just because Miller collects Egyptian art

doesn't necessarily mean

he's involved in the Harding job.

Even you don't sound convinced Bob.

So you think he put Boone up to it.

Well, yeah, and Boone killed the girl,

he broke the tablet, he became a liability

so Miller had to get rid of him

and he made it look like a car jacking.

But Harry, Miller's rolling in money.

If he'd wanted the Lock of Anubis

couldn't he simply have purchased it?

Yeah, yup, yup, I know.

I'll be in my skull.

Dresden?

Please, come in.

What are you doing
harassing Edward Miller?

What?

I'm not harassing him.

I just asked him a few
harmless questions.

Not according to Miller.

He called the chief to complain.

The Harding case is closed.

Miller owns Egyptian art.

So?

So, the Egyptian tablet
is stolen by Boone,

who is then killed by a man
with the same interests.

Don't you think that's
a little suspicious?

Edward Miller is not a criminal.

Stay away from him.

I guess that'll be that then.

Damn it!

What happened?

I cut my finger on your damn door knob.

I'm sorry.

It's kind of busted.

I am going to tell you this one last time.

Leave Miller alone!

Most people would drop
it, right here, right now.

No questions asked.

Unfortunately
I'm not most people.

When someone says stop,

somewhere between
my ear and my brain

what I hear is Full Speed Ahead.

The Lock of Anubis.

The insurance company has my other photos.

Where'd you get this in the first place?

From and estate sale in Mumbai.

You went to India?

No I did it all online.

Computers?

Well half my business
is internet auctions.

I had the Lock listed online
until it was stolen.

Did you get any bidders? Boone?
Maybe?

No, I can't sell to prisoners.

It's against the law.

But one did try.

There it is.

See that IP address,

that's unique to the state prison system.

Menard Correctional Facility.

That's where Boone was...

Yes, but Boone wasn't the bidder...

Sabin345.

Good.

That could be anyone.

Or it could really be Sabin.

Who's Sabin?

Lucas Sabin.

He's all over the news.
Don't you watch court TV?

I don't watch TV period.

Sabin was a professor of
ancient Egyptian history;

went off the deep end

and killed a kid and
mummified him alive.

Lisa! Was that Lisa?

I think that was a nudge
in the right direction.

How did you know Boone, Mr. Sabin?

He and I were cell mates.

Ever been in prison Mr. Dresden?

No.

Violence and tedium.

Those are the major threats
against the hell of insanity.

As it turned out Boone was
a reasonable protection against both.

During the day he watched my back

and at night he listened to my ramblings.

Over time I believe he actually grew

to appreciate my particular interests.

Those being ancient
Egyptian funerary rights?

It's not a crime.

Not unless you practice
on live people.

Any idea why Boone would have
stolen the Lock of Anubis?

No.

He knew you were bidding on it.

I suppose.

And he thought it
was important enough

for it to be his first
stop after getting out.

But not so important to show
it the respect it deserved.

He smashed it to pieces
from what I read.

That must have hurt.

It was an interesting piece,

though not particularly significant.

That's an interesting tattoo.

Any special meaning?

No.

I saw something similar
on someone else.

Yes, I did do Boone myself.

Really?

I was talking about Boone.

Who then?

You tell me why
the Lock of Anubis is so important.

Bring me something first.

What?

Boone's autopsy photos.

No.

Good day Mr. Dresden.

Murphy.

If Boone, Miller and Sabin
all have the same tattoos...

God, don't do this.

Would you please at least
consider the possibility

that Boone was working with
Miller or Sabin, or both?

So you think that Miller
or Sabin, or both,

contracted Boone to
murder a young woman,

take some carved
up rock, drop it,

then get his brains blown out?

Good plan.

Oh, damn it!

Well you're not going to find the
shooter giving me the hairy eyeball.

You're not going to find him at all unless
you give me something to go on.

I told you, ski mask, shot gun.
Same M.O. As Boone.

The shooter wasn't
Gus Boone; he's dead.

Which leaves his old
partner Edward Miller,

copycatting him.

Okay, this bee in
your bonnet - kill it!

So what, he doesn't want
me asking questions.

I don't want you asking questions.

- You own shotgun?
- Several.

Listen, we've had random
shootings like this before.

This was not random!
This was me, okay.

Now look, all three of them,
they had the same tattoo.

Not Boone.

Gus Boone's autopsy photos.

Do you see any tattoos,
anything Egyptian?

Okay, maybe Sabin lied.

You think?

He's a murderer Dresden,

not the most credible
witness in the world.

It doesn't change the fact

that Boone stole an Egyptian tablet

and Miller's into all things Egyptian

and Miller and Sabin

they both have the same tattoo.

Harry, you're screwing
with the wrong people.

Look, at least ask Miller

if he owns a shotgun, would you?

Lieutenant?

You got a minute?

I just got this...

What was that?

Nothing for you.

We're going.

Where?

Miller's.

I've been ordered to
make an official apology

for your behavior

and you're coming with me.

Let's go Dresden!

Yeah, I'm coming.

Ed what's the matter?

You looking for some liquidity?

Honestly I'm bored with the collection.

I want it in a good home

and I know the gallery
in your new Casino

is just the place.

What, are you having
a mid-life crisis?

You could say that.

Well, you've got some fantastic pieces.

Oh it's grown since
you last saw it.

JT, I'll give you a fair price.

Well, over-charge me.

I'm just glad you gave
me first crack at it.

When do you get in?

Be in Chicago in about 6 hours.

You know where the house is right?

I remember the house.

You're not looking to
sell that too, are you?

Possibly.

You are looking
to make a change.

Just that time I guess.

All right, well,

looking forward to seeing you.

Mr. Miller, I'm Lt. Murphy

from the Chicago Police Dept.

What's this about?

I'm here to extend
an official apology,

on behalf of the department,

for any trouble this gentlemen
may have caused you.

Fine.
Is that it?

May we come in?

What for?

Well I've been directed
by my superiors

to try to resolve your
differences with Mr. Dresden

so there's no further dispute...

Just tell him to mind his own business.

...regarding his recent

and somewhat inflammatory
accusations.

What accusations?

May we come in?

Yeah.

Mr. Dresden noticed
some unusual tattoos

on your neck this morning.

Hieroglyphics?

What? Boone was tattooed.

Boone took at trip
to the prison infirmary

for an infection.

Doctors took that before his release.

Any reason why you and Mr. Boone

would have similar tattoos?

I don't know anything about Boone.

Really?

He knew a lot about you.

We found several articles in
his personal belongings

that detailed your wealth,
your connections,

even your success on
the dating circuit.

He must have been targeting me.

For a carjacking?

What are you saying?

Similar tattoos; Egyptian artifacts.

You two shared a common interest.

Maybe Boone was bringing you the tablet

and dropped it

and you shot him.

Excuse me, I have an appointment.

With JT Bergen at 8:00 o'clock?

That's it, we're done, right?

One last question.

According to Boone's autopsy photos,

his tattoos were removed

sometime before you killed him.

Do you know why?

Why would I know that?

Those tattoos weren't removed,

they were transferred.

That's what the tablet was
for, to open the door.

Harry.

You jumped bodies, didn't you.

Little upgrade?

- Don't move.
- Put the gun down.

Boone, I know it's you,

now just let her go
and you walk away.

Nosy son of a bitch.

Murphy, that's not Miller.

He's Boone in Miller's body.

He just jump bodies.

No!

Murphy?

Murphy?

You actually talked to Sabin?

Who the hell are you?

Okay.

Boone, put that gun down

because you don't know what
you're messing with, all right?

Just put the gun down.

This'll be interesting.

Hey, whaddya know!
I'm alive.

Saved by one of
the tools of the trade:

The shield bracelet
I inherited from my mother.

Thanks, Mom.

Seven hours to save Murphy.

Piece of cake.

Dying hadn't changed Gus Boone a bit.

He was a thug, an armed robber.

When he wanted something, he took it

And now he'd stolen Murphy's body

and I had to get him out before he
traded her in for a new model

What is that?

That is blood from Murphy's cut finger.

And why is that important?

A voodoo doll?

How completely irresponsible of you.

So you're going to reach
out and touch Boone,

by bringing pain to Murphy's body.

Well, that's where Boone is.

Harry, Harry, that is black magic

and you cannot afford
to dabble in the black.

I need a way to convince Boone

that he can run but he
can't hide, all right.

And with this??

With that you run the risk of
alerting the high council

and falling prey to
your darker desires.

Do I have a choice, huh?

I got a dead billionaire;
I got a possessed cop;

I got a psychotic killer on the loose

and in 4 hours he's going to
meet up with a Vegas tycoon

and he's going to jump into him.

And in the process he's gonna
blow Murphy's brains out!

Now if you've got
any better ideas Bob...

Yes, alert the media.

What?

Just alert the media.

Make sure that the
Vegas tycoon learns

that Miller is dead
and the deal is off.

Oh come on...
and then what, huh?

Boone doesn't want to be Murphy.

He'll kill her and he'll just
jump into his next choice,

whoever that might be!

And what is that doll going to do

but inflict pain on the villain

who already possesses your friend.

Would you forget about the doll?

Okay, listen.

We got to figure out
a way, all right,

to get Boone out of Murphy
without killing Murphy.

All right?

All right.

Yeah.

A lesser vanishing...

corn of pentagrams;

shamanistic exorcism.

Bob...

I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

Spiritual cleansing potions.

Come on Bob.

Harry, these things
take time to prepare,

and even then I
doubt they'll work.

You're dealing
with an ancient spell!

And that Egyption mumbo-jumbo
that is not my forte.

That's what they do.

Who?

Harry?

It's all right Bob,
I think I got it.

I think I got it.

Boone betrayed you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You marked him with the tattoos;

that's why you wanted to
see the autopsy photos,

to see if they were gone.

You told him where to
find the Lock of Anubis

and he was supposed to jump
into somebody, a guard,

warden, anybody that could
get you out of here.

It doesn't matter now.

But he screwed up your plan

and I bet you'd love a little revenge.

What's in it for you?

Let's just say somebody
I care is about is involved now.

It doesn't matter to me.

I wouldn't expect it to matter to you,

but let me tell you something,

the next person Boone's
going to jump into

is a Las Vegas tycoon.

His life is going to be
high rolling, the ladies,

while you're sitting
here rotting away

with your gentleman friends.

You gonna let him
get away with that?

You're going to destroy him.

Tell me how the Lock works!

With the markings in place
on the supplicant's neck.

The supplicant places his left
hand in the well of the palm

in a secret stone.

Anubis.

The supplicant invokes
the will of Anubis

and is granted the ability
to transfer himself

into anyone else's body,

the moment of his own death.

The transfer is fuelled
by his own life blood.

So it's a Get Out of Death Free card.

If you need such an imbecilic
crutch to grasp the concept.

Yes.

So it jumped Boone needs to die

and be the invisible
contact for this target?

His left hand on the heart
of the new vessel.

You got it, but how do you stop it

without him killing the person he's in.

By turning the Lock of Anubis.

Which is broken.

Hey Marie.

Hey, how are you?

Back for seconds?

Yeah.

This one's to go.

It's for Murphy.

She says hi by the way.

Yeah, well, you sure
you don't want to stay?

I got donuts.

Oh you know, I'd love
to but I gotta run.

All right, she wants this
bag of broken rocks, huh?

That's it.

The Lock of Anubis?

Not yet.

I need your help putting it together.

Now if I can just use your phone.

Yeah, right there.

Is that voodoo doll?

Pretty much.

Yeah.

Fergus' plane won't
be landing to day.

Who is this?

You know who it is.

You're not dead?

I'm a wizard that way.

Really.

Uh huh, really truly.

You like that?

What did you do?

Reached out and touched you Boone.

I got a line at your soul
and I can do it anytime,

anywhere, no matter
who you jump into.

Just so you're clear, I own you.

I've forgotten more
of that death and magic

than Satan has ever known.

That's why you're going to sit tight,

you're going to wait for my next call

and then we're going to discuss what
you're going to do with me next.

Yeah, it's Murphy.

I just got a call on my cell phone.

I need a trace.

Now what?

We wait for Boone to kill me.

The final showdown.
I kind of like that part.

Face the villain, beat the bad guy.

It's the waiting beforehand that kills me.

Wondering if I'm going to survive;

knowing I might not.

Gives me ulcers.

So this, whatever it is you do, is it real?

Yeah.

How long have you been doing it?

Since I was a kid.

And do you always help people?

Not always.

Special time with an uncle;

he had other ideas about how
best to use my abilities.

Where is he now?

Dead.

I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch!

Wait here.

Enjoying your life as a woman?

What are you?

The guy that's gonna send you to hell.

Son of a bitch!

Your buddy Salim,

told me the Lock of Anubis
is a two way street.

You touch it once,

if freezes the soul and
move from body to body;

touch it again and the game's over.

That's why I destroyed it.

We'll see about that.

Oh, say hi to my uncle
when you're down there.

Where's the damn Lock?

You're Boone, aren't you.

You killed my daughter!

Tell me where it is
or I'm gonna kill him!

That's not the Lock.

Where is it?

You're looking at it.

What?

I told you, you're looking at it.

Do you have the lock or don't you?

Actually, I do.

Come on out, Boone!

Someone wants to
say goodbye to you!

Its okay Charles,
it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Hold on.

Hey Murphy.
You all right?

Come on in.

Hey, want to take a seat?

Oh no, it's okay, I'll just sit here.

Sit here. It's a nice sofa.

So, how are you?

On an administrative leave.

Administrative leave.

I asked for it. I just...
I don't feel like I'm all here.

Those Doctors' tests show anything?

No, not so far.
They say I'm perfectly fine.

I wish I agreed with them.

Well, that was quite a hit to
the head you took from Miller.

Harry, I keep dreaming about you.

Good dreams, bad dreams,
what you got?

I don't know.

Sometimes you're pretty scary in them.

Other times not so much.

But in all of them you're performing?

Like on stage or... what?

Like miracles.

Weird, huh?

Yeah, that's weird.

And I see something else.

Yeah, what's that?

Miller killing himself.
I feel like I was there.

You weren't there.
Miller clocked you one.

He took me out.

He rant off and blew his brains in private

and I brought you back here and you
were completely out of it Murphy, gone.

Could you make me a promise?

Yeah.

After tonight, if I go back to work...

When.

When...

Promise you will never lie
to me about anything

...ever again.

Murphy...

Good night Harry.

Murphy.