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I'm a pathologist.

I've devoted my life to the
science of cause and effect.

I examine what is left
behind when life is extinct.

I determine cause of death, because
there is always a cause, a reason.

Life is absolute,
we will all die.

And there will
always be a reason.

So people come to us.

They ask us the questions
they've always asked.

They come to science
because they believe

that, in knowledge,
there is some comfort,

that if we know how,
we'll understand why.

Testator silens

Costestes et spiritu

Silentium.

This is Dr. Kimber.

Dr. Kimber, thank
you for talking to me.

I'm calling about a case that
was on your roster this morning.

Eve Gilston, 15.

I looked for it on the system, but it
doesn't appear to have come up yet.

Who did you say you are?

Sorry. Professor
Dalton, bowel center.

Yes, Eve Gilston.

Teenager, previously of good health,
no trauma, no signs of toxins or sepsis.

- Heart?
- 210 grams.

No obvious cardiomyopathy.

I'm waiting to hear which cardiac
pathologist is going to take it on.

Send her to me. I'll take it.

There's no obvious cell
disarray, no signs of hypertrophy.

Did you talk to him?

Mm-hm.

I mean really talk to him.

Yes, I talked to him.

You didn't talk to him, did you?

He's a grown man,
for heaven's sake.

- So are you!
- And men just don't...

talk to each other
about that kind of stuff.

What, you mean the trivial
stuff that women talk about?

I thought he was taking
some time off anyway.

Talk to him.

15-year-old girl, no
drugs, no alcohol,

died alone in her bed,

grandmother dropped dead at 30, no
other known history of heart disease.

Heavy heart?

Normal heart weight.

So, a sudden arrhythmic death.

Whoever coined that really
was a genius, weren't they?

Looks so much better on
the PM than, "Heart stopped.

"Don't know why."

Long QT Syndrome?

Ah, so you do pay
attention occasionally.

Slices of heart
and frozen spleen.

No, no. Don't.

What?

You're about to
make a food joke.

Heart curry or spleen fricassee
or something. It's not funny.

I was, in fact, simply
trying to point out

that you're looking for
arrhythmic indicators,

cardiomyopathy or something
exotic in her DNA strings.

Doesn't bother you, then?

800 deaths a year,
200 of them teenagers,

that's as many kids as
die of cancer every year.

At least their family get a cause
of death. With sudden arrhythmia,

we can't even tell their mums
and dads what killed them.

Yeah, yeah, there are no unexplained
deaths, just lazy pathologists.

Talking of which, you
are meant to be on holiday.

I'm going.

So I see.

Isn't this a BMW ad?

It's Chopin.

Chopin drives a BMW? Wow.

Did Nikki send you
in to speak to me?

Cos if she did, you're not
making a very good job of it.

I'm not going on holiday to
find myself or lose myself,

I'm going to Essex,
for God's sake.

Oh, well, No wonder
she's worried about you.

What's she worried about?

You're extremely
old, for a start,

and you have recently
split up with your girlfriend.

And you're listening
to funeral music.

Are you going to see Sean?

Hm. Why else would I be
going on holiday to Essex?

Great! Well, for God's sake
talk to him. Get her off my back.

Sean?

Sean?

Sean!

"In the cold, coldest of nights

"The fire I light
to warm my bones

"I've had enough
of the dreadful cold

"Till from the flames
appears Salome

"I stand before her
amazed as she dances

"She demands the
head of John the Baptist."

You know who that is?

Oscar Wilde? Blake?

Go on, then.

Pete Doherty.

Ah!

I treated him once, you know.

Not very
successfully, of course.

D'you want a drink?

- Oh!
- What's that?

That's the girl you
asked me about.

- Oh.
- Not much in there, I'm afraid.

They may never know how she
died. Her heart just... stopped.

Mm-hm. That's what they
said on the news, yeah, yeah.

It's like my father's
old line, isn't it?

"What did he die of, missus?"

"He died of a
thirst, so he did."

You're drunk, Sean!

- Good old drunk Sean.
- So get drunk with me Leo,

- come on!
- No, Leo's not in the mood.

I'm tired.

You promised me dinner!

Rabbit stew! The rabbits
have still got their fur on!

I knew there was something I
forgot, mate, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Leo.

I have got a case of
very good red in the boot.

It's just like I told you, Leo.

We shall go walking
in the morning,

fish for our lunch and maybe
play a little tennis if we feel like it,

and then we'll chat up a few footballers'
wives in a very nice little bistro

I've discovered in Theydon
Bois called L'Atmosphere,

which, believe me, does everything
it can to live down to that name.

It's good to see you,
Leo. It's good to see you.

In the cold, coldest of nights

The fire I light to
warm my bones

I've had enough
of the dreadful cold

And from the flames
appears Salome

I stand before her

Amazed as she dances

And demands the head of
John the Baptist on a plate

In the morn

Shaken and disturbed

Under soft white fur...

Hey! Hey, wait!

Are you OK?

Are you lost?

Are you looking for someone?

You want to buy the place?

You know, when I...
saw you standing there,

I had the strangest feeling.

I thought you were an angel.

Are you?

I used to be.

I'm sorry.

What?

Wait!

So where have they all gone,

all these affluent Essex
addicts and eating disorders?

Well, you know, addiction's
not what is used to be.

And neither is affluence.

And what about her, Eve Gilston? Was
she a rich bulimic or NHS meth fiend?

Well, Eve Gilston was a
patient for six months, pro bono,

and then she didn't
show up for a session

and then I saw her picture
in the paper a few days later -

unexplained death - and I thought
that you, Professor Dalton, MBE,

might be able to
explain it, but then again,

you were probably out there auditioning
new girlfriends. I always liked Janet.

No, you didn't.

No, I didn't. That's right.

So that's it, then? Nothing?

Nothing in her heart,
nothing in her medical records,

no mention of dizzy
spells, fainting...

Did you see anything like that?

- No.
- Were you prescribing to her?

- No.
- But she came here looking for you?

Yeah.

I mean, she told me that she
grew up around here, you know?

These woods.

What were you treating her for?

It might be relevant!

Anorexia can put immense
stress on the heart. Bullying.

I thought she was sent
here for me, you know?

What do you mean,
sent here for you?

She was bright, articulate,

impossibly idealistic.

She reminded me why I
wanted to do the job, you know?

It was a very bad time for me.

She made it better.

She made me want to live.

I'm dying...

Leo.

You've been following
me for 20 minutes now.

You're beginning
to get on me nerves.

I've been wondering about you.

Are you a good psychiatrist?

What, you think you're
going to find that out

by following me
through the woods?

If it's a good
psychiatrist you're after,

I can always recommend
one. I'm strictly average.

Me too.

They sent my little
brother to a psychiatrist.

Why? Is he mad?

No. He's blind.

Well... there you go, that's the
National Health Service for you.

Next time, you should send
him to an ophthalmologist.

You've been reading
that thing for an hour, Leo,

and there's still
no silver lining.

My oncologist found one.
"Dr. Delaney," he said,

"at least you'll know now
what you're going to die of."

Sean.

It says here your last
appointment was three weeks ago.

I mean, what part of "the
cancer has spread to the liver"

don't you understand, Leo?

They are offering you surgery.

It's not palliative,
this could...

What, buy me
another five months?

If they're prepared to
operate, there's a chance!

You know, Eve once asked
me, did I believe in life after death,

and I gave her the straight
Ballymurphy response.

I told her I wasn't entirely
sure that there was life before it.

You said that Eve
made you want to live.

Do you still feel that?

Look...

you helped me.

Saved my life.

Let me do something for you.

Call your oncologist,
go back into treatment

and I will find out
exactly why Eve died.

What do you mean?

There are no unexplained
deaths, just lazy pathologists.

All right? You all
right? Behaving?

Do you have a light?

No, sorry, I don't smoke.

Didn't ask you if you smoked.

There's a lighter
in your car, right?

Yep, I suppose so.

Nice car! How much
is one of these?

So, why do healthy teenagers
die? I presume you've got a theory.

Sorry?

Detective Brooks?

Who were you
expecting, Rastamouse?

So, Long QT Syndrome?

Yeah, it affects
electrocardiac function.

And it's completely random?
You're walking along...

Ba-boom, ba-boom,
ba-boom, splat!

- Walking time bomb.
- Well...

And you can see it by
examining her heart?

No, you can't see it in a
postmortem. You can scan for it.

So you'll scan her?

No, it won't show up postmortem.

You can see it in the electrical
impulses in a living person,

and then only sometimes.

So what are you doing here?

I could take the body,

see if there are any causes that
Dr. Kimber might have overlooked.

I could have the family
tested, ECGs, DNA.

- Tony and Beth.
- What do you know about them?

He drinks, she pays for it.

His family had land. A farm
or something, Epping way.

Tony screwed it up, the bank
repossessed a few years back -hey, presto!

The little house on the prairie.

Tony's not altogether unknown to
us. Nothing more than the odd D & D.

And her brother? I
understand she has a brother.

And what? He could drop
dead too? That's cheerful.

So the night that Eve died,
she arrived home at about 8.30?

She left school at 4.00.

And in between?

That's four and a half hours.

You don't know?

- What, you think that's suspicious?
- Not necessarily.

She died alone in
her bed, Professor.

There was no sign of assault,
no proof she was sexually active.

Eve was a good girl. Churchgoer.

Are you saying
this is a crime now?

I'm just saying...

Just cos her phone's missing?

Cos that would be my job, wouldn't
it? A dead girl with a missing phone.

Unless, of course, you've found her
phone implanted somewhere in her.

You didn't, did you?

Find it implanted in her?

I don't know anything
about her phone.

Really?

So what are you doing here?

Eve was lying in her bed. There
was no sign of struggle or forced entry.

So no-one came in?

That's what I said!

She was wearing her
pajamas, not a mark on her.

- And you were called at... 7:30?
- Yeah.

I tried to wake her.

She normally wakes me before she
goes to school, I thought she'd overslept.

Tried to resuscitate her, but...

There were already
signs of rigor.

Dr. Kimber said somewhere
between midnight and four.

Estate's CCTV has
her walking home alone.

And when she came back
that night, she seemed herself?

Not... anxious or... excited?

Tired. She said she was
tired, she went straight to bed.

You're a Catholic.

Yes, it's a great comfort to me.

I haven't been to church in
30 years, my wife the same.

Wouldn't even let
us marry in church.

God skipped a
generation in this family.

"Malum abstractio
quaedam non est." Hm.

Is this where Eve went
that night, to her church?

No service Thursday evening.

Father Jacobs was saying mass at
an old people's home in Chingford.

You're not police,
why does it matter?

I believe... that your mother
died when she was young.

I'm confused.

If he's so against this,

why did he agree to talk
to me in the first place?

I didn't.

She did.

You're Professor Dalton?

- Yes.
- I brought some Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

Sudden arrhythmic death is caused
by a syndrome known as Long QT,

you can see it
in the heartbeat...

You can see your heartbeat?

This is a normal heartbeat.

In a Long QT sufferer,
it looks different.

You see, the interval between the
Q-wave and the T-wave is prolonged.

In other words, the heart takes
longer to complete its cycle.

The rhythm is broken and
that can lead to cardiac arrest.

So this thing was
always inside Eve?

Is it in us? Is it in my son?

There's no guarantee
that it's in any of you.

I'd like to run some tests.

John!

Where have you been this time?

Huh.

We've got a visitor.

He's going to find out
what happened to Eve.

Hello, John. My name's
Leo, it's good to meet you.

So you can look at my
sister and say why she died?

It's possible.

No, it isn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's like sonar, isn't it? How
bats get around, and dolphins.

- You've met him?
- Who? Batboy? No.

Eve told me about him.
Didn't I mention he was blind?

So what,

- measles can leave you blind?
- Yeah, it can cause corneal blindness.

Vitamin A deficiency. It's
common in developing countries.

Yeah, and Essex, of course.

And the phone?

Or are you going to tell me
you didn't know about that?

The detective thought I
was a bloody amateur!

Why did Eve come to see you?

Now, look, I didn't ask for
this, Leo. This was your idea.

You said you'd look into the
case and I promised not to die.

You thought her death was
suspicious, but you didn't tell me!

Why not! Are you...

messing with me?

Oh, no, Professor Leo Lang
Dalton, MBE, is not to be messed with.

Jesus, Dalton - screw top?

Is there a crime here or not?

So, this is it, is it?
This is where I spill?

Nope. This is just a
safe place, that's all.

And nobody sees
what happens here?

No one?

Why don't you just tell me
what you want to talk about?

How are things at home?

Fine.

My dad's a hedge fund manager,
my mum's a movie star and, er...

my little brother's just been
signed up by Justin Bieber's agent.

Great.

So you're just
here to gloat, is it?

I'm not here to talk
about my family.

It's me that's the problem.

And you know, there are
exceptions to this... this confidentiality.

Say, when a
patient is in danger,

particularly if the
patient is young, naive.

Yeah, well, Eve's
in no danger now.

You don't want to
incriminate yourself.

No, I mean...
Incriminate meself!

Why would anyone want
to incriminate themselves?

- But your conscience is clear?
- No, I didn't say that.

No, listen, I was treating
her, Leo, now she's dead.

Of course that's going
to be on me conscience.

I'm not invoking some general rule
of confidentiality here, you know?

I mean, Eve made me
promise not to tell anybody

what passed between us,
not her parents, not anybody.

That's the only basis on
which she talked to me.

She was a
15-year-old girl, Sean.

What, you think I
was screwing her?

Were you?

What, is that what
you do to your patients?

Screw top.

Eve... what are you doing?

It's not dark, but it's loud.

Close your eyes and
click with your tongue.

Something there - ah!

We can hear much
better than we can see.

We can hear round corners.

And we can hear behind us.

Yeah, it's changed. Your
hands have gone, yeah.

When I was little, I used to try and
spend the whole day with my eyes closed.

But it's not the same if you
can open them again, is it?

Your session started
five minutes ago.

I can't, silly.

I'm dead.

Professor Dalton has further
requested an X-ray of Eve Gilston

against the same presumption
of Long QT Syndrome.

What are you looking for?

Anything. Scoliosis,

clinodactyly, syndactyly, anything
that might possibly indicate Long QT.

What, Andersen-Tawil? Timothy's?

Mm-hm.

That's pretty rare, isn't
it? It would be like...

Like you actually finishing
one of your sentences?

Drives him nuts, doesn't it?

The idea that someone could die
and he wouldn't be able to explain why.

Nothing?

Was there anything from the DNA?

Nothing.

No visible cranial or mandible
deformities suggesting variant Long QT.

Whoa.

Yeah, I see it. The carpal
bones are separated.

The scapholunate
ligament's been ruptured.

Not recent, though.

So, we've got something.

Old sports injury or
childhood fall, maybe.

I suppose so.

- If she fell on both hands.
- Mm.

- OK.
- Lisfranc joint injury.

I can still see the displacement
between the metatarsals and the tarsus.

They're entirely
symmetrical. Hands and feet.

If she was pinned
down, restrained...

Mr. Gilston.

Er, your son, John...

What about him?

He was meant to
come in with you.

We need to test him as well.

He didn't want to come.
He doesn't like doctors.

Ah.

Nothing recent.

- No discoloration or bruising.
- No.

They're very short.

So are yours.

I'm not 15.

And you don't live in Essex.

Looks like they
were done in a hurry.

Mm. By someone else, perhaps.

What is it?

I think it's paper.

Where is she? My daughter.

I went down to the morgue, I
wanted to see her. Where is she?

Mr. Gilston, I'm so sorry. You
should have been informed.

I did say that I wanted to
have Eve examined again.

You already took her
heart. Wasn't that enough?

I mean, that's what
killed her, wasn't it?

I'm trying to find out
what happened to her.

Oh, you want to know
what happened to her?

I'll show you.

Beth told you, didn't she?

Told you "Tony drinks.

"That's why he lost his
business, lost the house."

What do you want
to show me, Anthony?

What do you want?

I wanted to bury my daughter.

Now you've taken her, that's not
going to be very easy for me, is it?

What are we doing here, Anthony?

Look at them.

They'd eat the eyes
out of your head.

On the farm, we knew
what to do with vermin.

Some days...

What do you see out there?

All these people, living together,
up and down, like battery hens.

You'd think with all
these people around...

Eve had no one.

It was always "poor John,"
"poor little blind Johnny."

Nobody paid any
attention to her.

She had God.

I hope that maybe
that was enough for her.

Eve died of loneliness.

Her heart froze...

I'm not sure I understand
what you're trying to tell me.

Have you been
listening to a word I said?

My colleagues
found injuries on Eve.

What injuries?

Old ones.

A separation in the bones
of her hands and feet.

I thought you'd understand.

Explain it to me! I'll
try and understand.

No. No, you're all looking
at me, all pointing at me.

Any other place, they'd honor my
grief, but here, I'm not a grieving dad!

You think I did something
to her. You think I hurt her.

That's... That's the
filth in your head!

Can you open the
door, please? Anthony!

What the hell are you
doing? For Christ's sake stop!

I never touched her.

I never hurt her.

Help me, please, I
don't know what to do.

Malum abstractio
quaedam non est...

Malum abstractio
quaedam non est...

Satan Malignum...

angelum qui Deo opponitur.

Leo.

"Malum abstractio
quaedam non est."

"In this petition, evil
is not an abstraction,

"but refers to a person, Satan,
the Evil One, the angel who opp..."

He's so sure about stuff.

The whole world's
inside his head.

Maybe if you can't see, you
can cut out all that other crap.

It must have been very
difficult for you growing up, Eve.

I mean, your brother John seems to
be the complete focus of the house,

for you and your parents.

That's why I'm here.
Because I was neglected.

Is it?

I love my little brother
more than I love anyone.

I pray for him every day.

- What do you pray for?
- What do you think?

He didn't choose to be blind.

It's not his fault.

- It's nobody's fault, Eve.
- Is that right?

He wasn't born blind. He
had blindness thrust upon him.

Who blinded John, Eve?

I want to go now.

I hate that flat. Walls made of
cardboard and chewing gum.

The stuff I have to hear.

The guy next to us, he
brings prostitutes home.

They scream and moan.

Does that make you
feel uncomfortable?

Yeah.

I can't sleep.

You think I'm
some sort of prude?

I know about sex.

Just cos I don't do it.

Do you think you
ought to be doing it?

It's all they talk
about at school.

People inside
people, it's weird.

That's not God's plan for us.

So what's God's plan?

- Are you making fun of me?
- No, no, no.

No, I wouldn't want to hear
that stuff anymore than you do.

No, no.

So, what's a good sound?

Normal stuff.

The wind in the trees, the
rain on the roof sometimes.

At my old house, my mum had
a porch where she grew flowers.

You could hear the
rain tapping off it.

It was my granny's house.

My dad was born there.

I was born there, John too.

No one lives there now.

Not really.

How stupid is that?

The bank takes the house away
from us and that's what happens.

I used to go there sometimes.

What was it you
were looking for?

I thought maybe I could
figure out what went wrong.

With me.

Inside me.

Congratulations,
Professor Dalton.

I hope you had a good
eyeful. Shame on you.

You asked me to
find out about Eve.

But when I try, you hide behind
this cloak of confidentiality,

like some kind of
modern-day Wizard of Oz.

I need to know about Eve!

I'm her doctor now.

So now you have
the privilege. Fine.

Do you think it's her family?

- Her father, yeah?
- Well, you met him.

Yes, I have.

And how old were those wounds?

Judging by the developmental
stages, I'd say six or seven years.

You did first-year anatomy.
- Did I?

Oh yeah, that's
right, I did, yeah.

I remember you slicing and dissecting
old Smirnoff Salmon there, yeah.

I forgot about these cameras.

Did she sign a release?
And am I still in there?

Oh, no, you're in there, yeah.
You're in there somewhere.

I mean, I generally don't
take notes any more,

particularly where
children are concerned.

They always feel they're
being judged, or I'm not listening.

I always knew
you were listening.

I always thought it was strange
that you agreed to treat me.

Seeing as how we
were good friends.

It's not normal.

Leo...

Your wife and
daughter had just died.

What was I going to do,
send you away? Come on.

Look, if you have something
you want to ask me, just ask it.

- You think she was raped.
- Don't you?

"Something went
wrong inside me?"

I think something happened to her, I think
something happened to her in the house.

The house she lived in
before her father lost it all.

You seemed to be getting
somewhere with her.

Let me show you this.

The house, Eve?

Where in the house is the evil?

It's in my bedroom.

- I see.
- No, you don't.

It's not what you think.

Eve.

It's not just me.

It's happened to lots of
people because it's real.

- What do you mean?
- Do you believe in possession?

- What do you mean by...?
- Possession!

The taking over of a
soul by an evil force.

Well, Eve, I believe that
possession is a word that people use

to explain inexplicable
phenomena. I mean,

psychological forces are very strong.
They're unseen, they're very frightening.

And they are as real as
any manifestation of evil.

And I am not belittling
anything you say.

Do you believe in God?

- It doesn't matter what I...
- Yes, it does!

Do you believe in God?

- Do you believe in sin?
- I believe that you believe it.

If you don't believe in
God, you don't believe in sin,

so you can't
believe in the Devil.

Evil is not an abstraction,
but refers to a person.

The angel who opposes God!

I've seen him!

I know him.

All right, Eve, all right.

No, no, you're not listening!

A manifestation of
evil, it controls me.

It entered me in that room
when I was a girl and it won't go.

It won't go.

That was her last session.

She didn't show
up the next week.

A few days later, I
found out she was dead.

She believed she was possessed?

Well, you saw her.
The change in her.

Something was doing that to her -
do you think it could have killed her?

- What, a demon?!
- Yeah, why not?

At least her belief in it.

You said it yourself, psychological
state can affect cardiac...

All right, I know.

- Sean.
- I know! Look,

I just keep thinking
that I failed her.

I keep hearing those
words at night, that Latin.

"Malum abstractio
quaedam non est."

It's written on a piece
of paper in her bedroom.

I thought I was helping her.

But whatever it was inside, I mean,
demon, trauma, call it whatever you like...

it was too strong for me, Leo.

It was too strong.

Thanks.

Hi.

That paper under Eve
Gilston's nails, it's wallpaper.

Wallpaper?

Anything else?

No. No trace of any other DNA.

Did she seem
malnourished to you?

- Eating disorder?
- Not especially.

Listen, check her
teeth enamel, will you?

- I just wonder if...
- I can't. The coroner's released her.

What? And you didn't object?

Released her to who -
the police, her parents?

Her priest, Father Jacobs,
on behalf of her family.

- They want to bury her.
- Great.

Leo, look, we have been
over every inch of her.

We have taken all the samples.

I know the back of her hand better
than I know the back of my hand.

Just let them bury her. Dig
her up later if you need to,

but for now... just let
them have their daughter.

Fine.

OK, thanks, Harry.

Sean, come on. Have
to get to the hospital.

- Here. I'll walk you in.
- No, piss off!

They'll think I'm your boyfriend.
And I'd be going out with someone

much younger than you, more
ripped, whatever that means.

Marla always said you were gay.

I shagged Marla.

Exactly!

Listen, if anything goes wrong,

- look after those tapes...
- Nothing is going to go wrong.

I'll see you soon.

Yeah.

We're good friends, Leo.

At least you're a
good friend to me.

DS Brooks, Leo Dalton. Yeah.

The Gilstons, they live
down near Epping Forest?

Do you have an address?

I just need to go
through this pre-op check.

I stand before her, amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of John
the Baptist on a plate

In the co-old

Cold stormy night

The fire I light to
warm my bones...

- Where are we going?
- Where do you think we're going?

- But this is...
- Tony Gilston's house.

The farmland was sold off,

the house is used as some
sort of residential clinic.

It's being redeveloped,
apparently.

I tried calling, but
there's no answer.

My mum had a porch
where she grew flowers.

You could hear the
rain tapping off it.

Dear God!

It was my granny's house.

My dad was born there.

I was born there, John too.

No one lives there now.

Not really.

I used to go there sometimes.

W-What the hell's going on?

Where is he?

Oh, I don't think he knew.

She said that she was
brought up in the area, but...

What else did she tell him?

For Christ's sakes!
Professor Dalton, you know...

- Why are you angry?
- You've been playing me from the start.

You present yourself as a
disinterested party, expert pathologist,

meanwhile you've been withholding
key information from the investigation.

Sean Delaney initially
alerted me to the case.

A former patient of his had
died and he wanted to ensure

that the death was investigated
as thoroughly as possible.

Or... he wanted to make sure the
man investigating it was his friend.

And you went along with it.

So if it's not suspicious,
why are we here?

Why did you want come
back to her old house?

They left here five years ago.

Delaney thought that maybe
something bad had happened to her here,

- in this house.
- Something?

Her bedroom.

I am the Alpha and the Omega.

The first and the last.

The beginning and the end.

Happy are those who will
have washed their robes clean

so that they will have the
right to feed on the Tree of Life

and can come through
the gates into the city.

Definitely on this
side. Maybe upstairs.

Outside are the
dogs, the sorcerers,

the unchaste, the murderers,

the idol worshippers,

and all who love
and practice deceit.

John!

It's hers.

Nurse, pass me a swab.

Eve...

Wallpaper.

No!

No!

No-o!

John!

Doctor, he's crashing.

You do not command me.

Who are you?

- Who am I?
- Who are you?

No! Leave me alone!

No! Stop!

Stop! No!

Where are we, John? It's
too dark. I can't see anything.

It's secret. If you come down
here, they won't find you. It's safe.

No!

Get away! Get away from
me! Go away! Leave me alone!

There's something about this house,
and there is something about this family,

and it's got nothing to do
with Long QT Syndrome.

Help!

You don't get it, do you?
If an assault occurred here,

and Eve went home and died,
that's not assault any more.

Someone killed
her, that's murder.

She walked in through that door,
she told me what was wrong with her.

- Why didn't I take her seriously?
- What, and perform an exorcism?!

Yeah! It's what she wanted!

I've seen people under great
stress do things you wouldn't believe.

And I've seen them after they've
been liberated from that stress.

I want to be able to explain that.
I want you to be able to explain it.

What has this got to
do with what we do?

It's not like I'm making a
case for warlocks or witches.

You could have fooled me.

Testator silens

Silentium

Silentium...