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I think we're really gonna save some money this way, sweetheart.
Of course, honey.
And I figured your partner can drive his car
since you guys are always together, side by side.
Yep.
That's a, uh... that's a great plan.
Kind of wish I would have thought of it.
So, what case are you working on today?
Stacy Treadwell case today.
You know, I... I might actually have a lead on this guy.
Family is pressuring me to come up with some evidence soon,
so, fingers crossed.
I know you know, but I'll have to say it...
please be careful.
Just... I wish you would just change careers.
You know, I... I lost the last case.
Weirdo just... he just disappeared like some kind of ghost.
You'd certainly think with modern-day technology and forensics
it'd be easier to catch these assholes.
But, uh...
yeah, baby, I'll try to be safe.
At least being a PI, I can make what we need
to put away for Kayla and Aaron, for their future.
It just gives me so much anxiety every day you're out there.
I love you so much.
We all love you so much.
And I love you all, too, so much.
It's in my soul.
I... I can't think of anything else.
Well, here we are.
- Morning. Ready? - Yeah, got your text message last night.
- What's up? You got a lead? - Yeah, sure do.
- Alex at the lab gave me a tip-off. - Mm.
480 Spring Street downtown. Hit it.
- All right, I'm on it. - Let's go.
Radio two. Radio two.
- Radio, check one, check one. - Check two, check two. Copy.
Copy. Hear you just fine.
This guy is armed, so we go in packed.
- All right, my vest is on. - Strapped. Me, too.
- Let's go. - Let's do this.
Angel, I'm down. Please...
Officer down. Officer down.
We need help, ASAP.
Mr. Stone.
Just on time.
Can you hear or see me?
Yeah.
What happened?
Well, I'm Dr. Hernandez.
We already did a CAT scan, the x-rays.
You woke up a few times, tried to get up.
You screamed at some other times...
and then passed out,
but basically you were hit in the head with a metal pipe.
Ultimately, you have a concussion, a little amnesia.
Good thing your assailant only gave you one blow in the skull,
but we still need to run some more tests,
make sure you're physically ready to be discharged.
I'm going to refer you to Dr. Bryce, our top neurologist,
to ensure that you have a sound recovery.
Thanks, Doc.
Your wife would like to see you,
so I'm going to have the nurse send her in.
I'm gonna put these notes down in your file and I'll see you later.
Okay, take good rest. Relax.
- Appreciate it. - All right.
Hey.
Hi.
I was so scared. How are you feeling?
Fine.
I'm just, uh...
a little out of balance right now.
I'll be all right.
How are you, sweetheart?
Good. Here.
Yeah.
Where's Angel?
He left about an hour ago.
He waited for the doctors to say that you were okay
and just went home.
Thank God he was there.
He's going to check in a little later.
Yeah.
Can't wait to go home.
Soon, sweetheart.
Pardon me.
I'm the hospital chaplain, Pastor Stephens.
- Would you like any prayers? - Thank you, but, no, thank you.
- We're not religious. - No problem.
If you change your mind, need some words of encouragement,
my office is down the hallway.
Thank you.
My apologies, pardon me. The doctor ordered an MRI.
We're gonna have to take you down this way.
Sure, yeah.
- I'll see you soon. - I'll be here.
Thank you.
Well, we most certainly have an interesting case, Mr. Stone.
Hearing voices, nightmares, and a little off balance when you walk.
Good things are the CAT scan, x-rays and MRI results
don't show any physical damage.
However, given your current issues,
I can't release you to go back to work.
I don't know how you can be sure of any of that.
You gotta be the youngest doctor I've ever seen.
Well, I was fortunate to be young
when entering medical school, sir.
I was blessed with gifts, but also very hard
to get here, so I'm thankful for many...
With all due respect, I have to work for my family.
Mr. Stone, I understand completely your predicament,
but as your specialized physician, I can't in safe practices,
allow you to return to work in your condition.
But as a compromise, I already spoke with your wife,
and she agreed my signing off on disability for the time being
will help you financially until you're completely heal.
In the meantime, you'll be seeing.
Ms. Nova Spencer on your treatments...
- I'm out of here. - Your cane.
I thought I came here for therapy,
not to watch some kung fu display.
Not here to fight, just here for therapy.
I'm Nova. Please have a seat on the mat and close your eyes.
So, this is some kung fu, meditation, yoga crap.
Mr. Stone, I understand you're upset, but I'm here to help.
Please stop being disrespectful and let's get to work.
The sooner I can have you feeling better,
the sooner I can hopefully get you back to normal.
Well, this is anything but normal.
Whatever.
Let's do this.
- Mr. Stone, it's my understanding... - Ben.
Just call me that.
It'll save you a syllable or a mouthful.
Excuse me, Ben.
It's my understanding that the vertigo imbalance due to the trauma in your brain
is causing you difficulty physically.
I'm here to align your mind, body, and soul
through some mental exercises.
Please bear with me, listen carefully,
answer my questions, and do as I ask.
Okay, Yoda.
Sorry. I meant Nova.
Dr. Bryce informed me that according to his notes,
you're having nightmares of disturbia,
hearing voices,
and having issues walking for long periods of time.
Is this true?
I guess so.
- Is this true? - Yeah.
That's why I'm here, isn't it?
Ben, do you speak to your wife this way a lot?
Oh, my God.
I mean, sometimes, all right, if I disagree with her.
Why?
- Would you like to leave, then? - I'll stay if you can fix me.
Tell me about the voices.
I think they go hand in hand with the strange dreams I've been having...
but I'm not sure.
This is gonna sound odd, all right?
Strange for me to even say, but...
it feels like I'm traveling outside my body
and visiting people I don't know.
- Really? - Yeah.
As far as I can see or remember.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
It's apparent you haven't wanted to be here to begin with.
I can hear people's thoughts when I hone in.
Like when I came here today.
You were thinking to yourself,
"Well, he's pretty attractive, but he looks like a jerk.
I know, I've seen his type before."
I didn't say that.
Well, not out loud, but I heard your thoughts.
I don't care about what your feelings are towards me, but...
are you lying to me, Nova?
Maybe a lucky guess,
given you're a sharp detective with street smarts.
Mm-hmm.
Pretty sure I heard your thoughts.
Look, I came here for therapy, not to have a debate.
I want to be able to get back to work again.
I want to be able to walk normal again.
Okay. My apologies, Ben.
Let's continue.
Fascinated by this newfound ability.
I'm not even sure it's real
or even if I like this new ability,
but what about me walking normal?
Be patient.
This is something you can embrace until we have you walking.
I promise to help you get physical coordination as well.
Don't you see the positive?
You can utilize this newfound skill.
I get it, all right? Let's keep going.
Can you best describe someone you remember having a conversation with?
Yeah. I think so.
My head still really hurts from the blow, but I'll try.
Nobody cares.
Sorry, who doesn't care?
Who are you and how did you get in my house?
My name is Ted. I'm a detective.
I just wanted to make sure I was at the right place.
Your front door was unlocked.
One of your family members hired me to check in on you, make sure you're okay.
Damn it.
I forgot to lock the door again.
I'm Sarah Whitmoore.
Wait, which family member did you say?
Never mind.
I know exactly who it is.
My Aunt Mary hired you.
Why don't they just leave me alone?
You look alive and well to me.
I should get going, Sarah.
Please go or whatever.
Which one? Go or whatever?
Whatever.
They pretend to care.
I don't care.
Okay, um...
I'll... I'll tell them that you're doing just fine.
I don't care.
Did you... did you see or hear anything?
I didn't see anything, but I heard you talking in your sleep.
Or at least I believe you were sleeping.
You were having a conversation with a Sarah Whitmoore?
Yeah... Sarah.
Can you look her up, make sure I'm not crazy?
I'm going to show you some images
of various Sarah Whitmoores on my phone.
Let me know if you recognize any.
Hold on. Right there.
Sarah with the... with the curly black hair.
- Are you sure this is the correct Sarah? - I know 100%.
So, what do you think?
Well, my opinion, Ben, is I believe you have telepathy.
I'm talking to people with my thoughts, right?
Something like that.
I don't want to make any guesses.
We're gonna need more time together for further determination.
Time's up. I have to go, and so do you.
- We were just getting rolling. - I understand, but I have a schedule.
Next week, same time?
Okay.
Yo, Angel, you home?
Hey, Angel.
- Ben, what are you doing? - I took the bus.
Man, I needed to see you.
Glad to see you, but shouldn't you be resting?
Darcy told me all about your condition.
You know me, I can't sit still.
Just trying to figure everything out, you know?
Thanks, by the way.
I appreciate you having my back.
- We're in this together, bud. - Yeah.
So, um, whoever we were looking for...
I can't remember his name...
he got away?
George Mancini.
No trace.
- Not even a glimpse? - No. You radioed me for help.
I saw you on the ground, blood all over the floor, your head.
I called 911.
You think you can do me a favor?
Take me back to the place where I got banged up?
- Aw, man, I'm buzzed. - Come on, man.
Mm-mm.
Really?
I'm out.
Sarah, where are you?
Henry, wait!
I love you. I'm trying to figure it out.
If you'd only listen to me and stop chasing those people, you would not be hurt.
This is what I know, all right? This is my work.
So stubborn! So stubborn!
I wanted to see and speak to Dr. Bryce, see what he had to say.
I'll let you know what he says, all right?
- Ready for me, Doc? - I was double-checking everything.
- So, what's new? - I realized I missed one test result that I ordered.
I got distracted with a woman who had cardiac arrest in the ER.
Do you have any good news for me?
Unfortunately, the radioactive luminescent fluid test injection
shows micro nerve damage in your brain the other tests did not convey,
which is affecting your motor skills and things you already know about.
- Anything else? - I'm still working on it.
That's all really vague.
This new, not yet conclusive, discovery is exciting.
Ms. Spencer's preliminary assessment that somehow this whole brain trauma incident
has somehow initiated your brain to use this telepathic center.
I'm not an expert in your field, Ben.
If we can verify this is scientifically correct,
you may not have to go out there with your gun anymore.
You can do your investigative work from home.
That's nonsense. I can't stay at home.
You're in no physical shape to be out and about.
I'll keep tab on Ms. Spencer's work with you.
Just maintain your sessions with her
and keep communicating everything you experience.
Excuse me, please.
Dr. Bryce, sorry to interrupt,
you are needed in room 201 immediately.
Be right there. Thank you.
My humble apologies, Ben. I must go.
We're onto something. See you soon.
Everything is just so blurry.
Why does Dr. Bryce say that I should forget about fieldwork?
I didn't say that.
That may be his opinion,
and it can change with more defined results.
He said I've got nerve damage and stuff, which I already know.
I'm still trying to confirm my first discovery
and see if we can use it as an asset.
Look, I don't wanna be confined to a desk.
What happened to me walking without this stupid cane?
I promise we will get there with some tai chi
and physical coordination exercises in our next session,
but for now, we will stick to meditation.
- Please sit so we don't waste any more time. - This is bullshit.
Then leave, Ben.
Look, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm just irritated, all right?
I do believe that I had some kind of experience, or experiences.
Please help me.
I understand it can be frustrating
not being able to do the things you're used to doing.
Actually, please lie down.
Close your eyes, breathe.
Breathe slowly.
See if you can go back to the moment
before you were struck in the head.
Oh, jeez.
I'm gonna find that bastard
and rip him to shreds.
Rip who?
Who's there?
- He heard me. - Who heard you? Where?
Mancini, in some basement.
A guy I've been trying to find.
Did he see you at all?
No, I don't think...
No, no, he didn't see me.
So, he heard you?
Yeah.
He was mad, pissed off.
At you?
No, but it didn't help that I invaded his privacy.
I have to find him.
Close your eyes. Try syncing back in.
See if you can find this angry man.
All right.
Mmm, mmm...
Mm, so damn good.
- Gross. - Who's there?
- My God, that was disturbing. - Did you see the angry man again?
No, just some... some fat slob
scarfing down his food like an animal.
It was so nasty, I just reacted.
How did you react?
I said "gross," and he heard me.
- Did he see you at all? - No.
Same thing... he just heard me,
but I zipped my mouth real quick and got out of there.
Interesting.
Meaning you returned back here with me.
Yeah. I don't get it. I'm not looking for a fat guy.
Maybe there's a reason you saw this obese man.
It just doesn't make any sense.
I mean, what's crazy is that he heard me too.
- Try again. - To see the fat man?
No, try to sync back in and see if you can find the angry man.
- I just hope I don't get stabbed. - I don't think that will happen.
This has me highly curious.
Yeah, me too.
Take your time and try and engage a little bit more.
Use your best judgment.
Okay, I'll try.
- Lovely voice. - ♪ Ah... ♪
Huh?
Thanks, but I thought you already knew about my voice.
What? I didn't say anything, Ruby.
You got some pipes.
- Are you messing with me? - What the hell are you talking about?
Come on, Nick. You're in the mixing room.
I know you got sound effects, throwing voices around through them speakers.
- I don't have time to waste here. - Girl, you better chill out.
Relax. I didn't do shit.
We shouldn't go this way on our first session together.
Nick can't hear me.
Hey. Who's there?
Are you high?
I'm not high.
I came here to record, not play around.
I don't know what you're talking about.
So, why don't you take five and calm down?
I'm just doing my job.
So, if you're stressed, or high, or something,
let me know and we can record another time.
I'm not high, but you are starting to stress me out.
I can get another sound engineer.
All I have to do is call my manager.
Girl, I don't want to argue.
Just take the day off. I'll talk to your manager.
Get your equipment checked or I'll have someone check it.
There's nothing wrong with my equipment, sweetheart.
Bye!
- See ya! - You treat everyone like that?
Huh?
What?
Sorry about that.
So?
I was looking for him.
I mean, I... I engaged like you suggested.
The woman, a singer, I mean...
she thought her sound engineer was playing a prank on her...
and he thought... he thought she was on drugs.
- It was crazy. - There's a reason you're tuning into these people.
I'm sure of it.
Yeah, but what's the reason?
I don't know yet,
but I can tell you're channeling in much easier than before.
Yeah, but why me?
- And why them? - I wish I knew.
I wish I could see what you were seeing; Then I'd be able to help more.
All I can say for now is keep searching.
If you're up for it, let's go again.
Yeah.
Justin, I'm looking at the financials.
Not good.
Look, I don't care what you gotta do...
check the line, look for holes...
you got to get these numbers up by next week
or you don't have a job.
Yeah, you got plenty. What are you bitching about?
- Hello. - Did you say something at the end of our call?
- No, sir. - No?
No, sir, I didn't.
- Really? - Really. I swear.
Okay.
Because if you got a problem, just say it.
I don't have time for BS.
I just want results.
Okay? I'll talk to you next week.
It's never enough, is it?
Always want more.
- Tell me who you are. - No. Tell me who you are.
- 911. What's your emergency? - An intruder's in my office.
- I'm at 426 Oakwood Street. - Sir, do you have a visual of the suspect?
No. I can only hear a voice.
Please describe the suspect the best way you can.
I can't see anyone. I only hear the voice.
- Sir, is this a prank call? - Just hearing.
Maybe you should the therapy hotline.
I can provide the number for you.
I can only hear the voice. I cannot see anybody.
I can only hear the voice. I'm not crazy, damn it.
You know what? Forget it.
Get a hold of yourself, Ben.
You got a wife you love.
Ian, is that you? You are here early.
Hmm.
Man, that was a double whammy.
First, I... I synced into this room with this rich guy with a gun.
And then the next thing I knew, I was in this room
with this... this half-dressed woman getting ready for a date.
I noticed the difference between both of your telepathic episodes.
- Really? That noticeable? - Looks like you're getting closer.
We'll add in balance and physical coordination exercises next week.
Oh, and before I forget, I have an idea to help clarify your meditation.
I need you to associate or apply a landmark
with each person you encounter in your consciousness.
That way, you can access them specifically
when you want to get in touch.
And another thing...
you used an alias before with Sarah Whitmoore.
I believe Ted? Way to be on your toes.
You need to protect your identity with these strangers.
Great work, though. I have to go.
My students are waiting for me at the dojo.
Copy that. You know, great... great memory.
My middle name is Theodore.
It's... it's about survival.
Are you... you sure you don't have time to show me some moves?
Next week. You know your way.
Who are they?
Sarah?
Why? Why?
Sarah.
Why?
Sarah?
Are you back?
Why?
Yeah.
I need to know more about who you are.
- I can't sleep. - Why don't you just leave me alone?
Why don't they all leave me alone?
If you can you tell me more about who you are
and who they are, maybe I can help.
I'd like to be able to leave you alone, Sarah.
I inherited lots of money, and they all want my money.
The thing is, I don't care about the money.
And I know they don't care about me either.
So I don't want them near me.
- I want to be by myself. - Got it.
So, you still didn't tell me who they are.
Family, friends that pretend to be.
- Do you want my money, Ted? - No.
Honest to God, I don't want your money.
I'm just a detective trying to figure out
why the hell I'm talking to you.
Honestly, once I do figure it out, I don't want to see you anymore.
No offense, I just, uh...
Well, I have enough on my plate with my own family.
You're being truthful.
I like you.
I'm married.
What's her name? Your wife.
Darcy.
And my beautiful daughter Kayla, my son Aaron.
- How sweet. - Thanks.
I hate being in this world.
I don't wanna be here anymore.
You suicidal?
No, but I just want to be left alone.
- It's better that way. - So, you just don't care.
Are we done talking?
Yeah.
Yeah, we're done for now.
And I'd like to come back
and ask you some more questions if I can.
Mm.
All right.
You're welcome back.
Bye.
You're the guy with the cash.
Can't you hear me?
Hey.
- Do I know you? - So you can see and hear me.
Yeah. Both.
Can I help you? Why do you sound so familiar?
You're the guy with all the cash.
Wait!
Hold on!
Wait.
- How did you do that? - Do what?
Not get hurt by those bullets.
I didn't do anything.
Are you some type of ghost?
Please, if I pissed off your family or something,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Please, just leave me alone. - Calm down, all right?
I'm not here to hurt you or take your money, man.
I'm just trying to understand why I see you.
- Tell me what I could do to not see you. - Just answer my questions, okay?
As soon as I figure it out, I'll leave you alone.
I want to be at peace right now too, but for some reason, I can't.
Okay, I know this is gonna sound strange,
but I'm... I'm talking to you with my mind.
I'm not actually here in person.
That's why your gun didn't work.
- What are you saying? - You heard me.
Now, what's your name?
Henry Gibson. And you?
Ted. I'm a detective.
Why are you investigating me? I'm a self-made man.
I'm just trying to piece it, all right?
I don't know yet why we're talking and why I see you.
Do you need cash? I don't like to give cash to strangers...
It's not about the money.
I really think I'm here to help us both.
You want to help me? Disappear.
I'll go, but I'll be back to tie up some loose ends, all right?
My only mission is to give us both peace of mind.
Just get out of my head. I need to think about things.
Okay. I'm gone.
No...
Claire, right?
Uh, yes. Do I know you?
No. My name is Ted.
A friend of lan's.
- No, I don't know Ian. - Well, how do you know me?
I don't. I'm a detective.
You're at the wrong place.
Yeah, look, I... I don't wanna be here
as much as you don't wanna be here.
But for whatever reason, I am.
- So, if you can help? - With what?
- What do you do? - I do corporate mergers.
And your clients, mostly men?
Yes, I...
close best with men.
Have a little fun along the way.
It's nothing too serious.
How I prefer it.
No attachments.
I see.
Now, sorry to be rude,
but I do have an appointment soon.
Unless you have anything substantial...
I really gotta go.
So do you.
All right.
- Bye. - Bye.
Maybe if you teach me how to use a gun,
I could let you in on some trade secrets.
Can't on the gun. What kind of secrets?
See you soon.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey! Where'd you go?
Oh, shit.
- Got enough for me? - Oi, you, how'd you get in?
Oh, shit, I forgot to close the door.
Yeah. Sorry to interrupt your buffet here.
I let myself in. Name's Ted.
- I'm a detective. - Look, I don't want no trouble.
- You got a warrant? - I didn't say you were in trouble.
- Feeling guilty already for binge eating? - Look, I don't want no troubles.
I cook for a living.
- Did Oliver get me in a mess? - Oliver is not in my files.
You're on my mind.
I'm not into kinky stuff.
It looks like it.
For whatever reason, I'm here.
You can see me and hear me quite clearly,
so besides eating all day long, do you even work?
Yes, I'm a chef. What's it to you?
- You tell me. - Hey, buddy, this is my house.
Relax, all right? I'm not here to give you grief.
Bear with me until I straighten this out.
I'll go.
When I'm back in the area, I'll let you know when I'm around.
This better not be a prank or something.
I'll be on my cousin Oliver.
Yeah...
it's... it's not.
Thanks for today. I'll see you soon.
Ted who?
Whoa, whoa.
- Who are you? - I'm not here to cause any problem, brother.
You a shrink?
They sent you?
My name is Ted.
- How did you do that? - Ready to talk?
What happened to the woman in that pic?
Your wife?
Girlfriend?
My girlfriend's dead.
Yeah.
I think that's why I'm here.
You think? Why?
To help you.
Go away, then.
All right, I'm not here to harm you.
Leave.
I'll come back.
Think about it.
I'm here to help.
Go away!
Hey, Todd. What's up?
Jackie Simms is fighting to claim the song you co-wrote is half hers.
No way. I wrote that song.
All she did was sing the harmony and the background vocals.
Come on.
That conniving bitch!
Her attorney is pulling the label.
He's trying to block you from releasing the song.
Damn it, Todd, fix it!
You know how many Grammys I won.
I shouldn't even have to remind you.
Call me with better news next time.
Troubled waters?
Your voice... it sounds familiar.
I heard it in the studio.
Yeah, that was me.
- You're Ruby, right? - Uh, yeah!
- But I didn't see you then. - But you see me now?
- Something you need from me? - Yeah.
Look, I didn't mean to scare you, all right?
I just need answers, and somehow you...
well, you're one of the ones that can see and hear me.
If you're going to spray me, rest assured that won't work.
Sorry. If you're wondering, my name's Ted.
I'm a detective.
I'm not in trouble with you, but somehow I can help?
As far as I know, you're not in any trouble.
- I just know that you're one of the links. - You're not a stalker are you?
I... I'm just trying to understand what this all means.
Look, I get it. You're a star, all right?
But, honestly, that means nothing to me.
I'm just here to try and solve this case.
What do I do to get you to go?
I told you the spray wasn't gonna work.
The last guy tried using a gun.
I'll see you soon, all right? I just need your help, Ruby.
Later.
No.
No...
Look, I...
I know I've been distant lately.
I'm consumed by the work.
I'm really sorry.
What do you say when this is all over with, we go on a family trip, huh?
Who's Ruby? Sarah? Claire?
Are they part of your case, or work is just so good with them
that you didn't have the decency to tell me?
Come on, Darcy.
These are all somehow suspects.
All right? And there's male suspects too.
I mean, surely you heard those names.
You know that I don't get that into my work
and I certainly don't cross those lines.
I love you and the kids.
- What's going on, Ben? - Honey.
Honey, please.
I... I love you,
All right?
And thanks for the ride.
Angel's waiting.
We'll continue this talk later, okay?
- What up, brother? - How did it go?
Eh, session got cut short.
Learned a few new kung fu moves, though.
- Breaking any boards? - Not yet. Soon.
So, what you got?
So, Henry... self-made millionaire.
Started selling t-shirts as a kid in the streets.
You know, became a successful businessman.
Owns a lot of companies, none of them in the red.
- He's profiting big-time. - Mm.
Yeah.
Next.
Sarah, she's a nurse.
Inherited so much money from her family,
she doesn't have to work a day in her life.
She could cut a piece of that pie, share it with thousands of people,
and leave a dent in that bank account.
Never been married, always lives alone.
She was red-flagged from the government for tax evasion, though.
Mm, there you go. We got some dirt on this girl.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, she... she doesn't seem to care about anything.
Shit, with that much money, I wouldn't either bro.
Yeah, but there's more to it.
We're off to a good start. Who's next?
Ruby, the airhead.
Pop star, though. Won a lot of Grammys.
People she works with tend not to like her very much.
Yeah, I know. She's got an attitude for sure.
No doubt she's an airhead. Anything else?
Yeah.
Several lawsuits over the years, and none of them made it to trial.
Everything quietly settled out of court.
- Uh-huh. - What?
- Anything to do with song rights? - Yeah, how did you know?
Overheard her tearing up her lawyer
over some woman she sang a song with.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Who's next?
Chuck, chef by day, truck driver by night.
- Well, he told me he was a chef. - Hmm.
- What kind of truck driver? - Food.
Delivers food from food distribution centers to restaurants.
Mm-hmm, yeah. Food's that guy's habit.
Always around it like a freaking animal.
Disgusting.
- Jesus. - Not a messiah, a hog.
- I think we got one more. - Yeah. Claire Lee.
She's a professional buyer for the main retailers.
Purchases all the most current fashions
from the top designers in the world.
Loves men, never with one.
Yeah, it doesn't surprise me.
What else you got?
Yeah, she's left a trail full of angry women.
Every man she comes around with files for divorce.
She's got several defamation lawsuits left and right
from these women she left as divorcees.
Yeah, she got a habit.
- They all do. - Mm.
Back to Henry.
No one's that perfect.
You gotta have some more dirt on this guy.
He's got several employees who are disgruntled over pay not being so good.
There you go. He's greedy.
Great headway today, brother.
- Can I ask you for one more favor? - Sure, name it.
You take me to Laurel Crest Church off of First Street?
What, you want to go meet Jesus now?
Since when the fuck do you go to church?
Look, man, a pastor stopped in the hospital a while back,
told me if I ever need anything, I go see him.
I'm confused, how is this pastor supposed to help you?
I don't know, all right, but I'm willing to try anything.
I don't know, maybe... maybe he can help me figure out these thoughts,
you know, these people I'm connecting with.
Things that the neurologist and the therapist can't seem to figure out.
Like I said, at this point,
I'm willing to try anything.
- All right, let's go. - Let's do it.
Hey, Benny, are you all right, bro?
Yeah, I just had some kind of daymare or something.
Are you sure about this church thing?
You don't want me to drive you to the hospital?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Some weird episode. This is where I'm supposed to be.
Mm, sure you don't need me to hang?
No. Thanks, though.
You on go home or something, all right?
I'm gonna take the bus once I get out of here.
Talk to the holy man, sort out my thoughts, you know?
- All right, brother. - I appreciate you.
- Catch you later, man. - Yeah.
Pastor Stephens, right?
Yes. How may I help you?
Uh, my name's Ted.
You had stopped in my hospital room a while back.
You asked if you can say a prayer and my wife politely declined.
Yes. So, why are you here?
Well, I've been thinking about it.
Uh, and, yeah, we're not the church-going type,
but with what I've been going through lately,
I guess I just figured it could help more than hurt aside of my beliefs.
I appreciate your candidness.
- Could you explain what is troubling you? - Yeah.
See, I'm a detective,
and I got hit on the head on the job.
One of the bad guys.
Ever since then, things just haven't been the same.
I see. Not the same how?
I can talk to people.
They can see me and they can hear me, but they can't touch me.
It's... it's kind of like an out-of-body experience.
Do these people request you or...?
No.
No, I just close my eyes and I see them,
but only them.
Just the same six people.
Well, it would seem these occurrences with these people
are out of the scope of my abilities and knowledge.
I can only assume that you've been assigned to them for a higher purpose.
But only God knows.
Shall I pray for you and your answers?
Uh, no.
No, that's okay.
But thank you.
Love you.
I know it's never a good time, but I'm here.
A heads-up would be nice.
Sorry, but it seems like you've upset quite a few people.
And who are you referring to?
Well, you've left footprints,
not literally, but waves of angry women
after you've had a taste of their men.
Can you put it in any more of a vulgar way?
Not really.
Those men weren't happy to begin with until I stepped in.
We just happened to work where we eat.
Well put.
I'm a grown woman, allowed to do what I want to.
I'm not breaking the law.
Yeah, true.
- You okay? - Yes, I'm fine.
Itches from time to time.
Look, I think you're reaching for something,
going down a rabbit hole.
Well, I disagree.
But, hey, there's always room to argue.
But why argue when there's...
pleasure?
Let's chat later.
I could get us some wine.
No, thanks.
Maybe coffee another time.
I hate coffee.
Have you even left this room?
Yes, for the usual things like grab some food
or take a bath.
Doesn't this ever get tiring?
No.
Not when you don't care about anything.
You ever go see a doctor?
It's been a while, but all that will do
is stretch my time here on Earth.
So you're, uh...
just simply existing?
I have everything I need until it's time.
Do you ever have anything unusual
that's happened to you that you can remember?
I have a memory that I don't wanna remember.
Well, I can see that you don't really care too much for yourself, but...
well, if I needed your help, would you help me, Sarah?
For you?
Yes.
But I'm going to bed now.
Can we talk again later?
Yeah, no, I'll see you real soon.
Time's running out for me.
I hope this is a good time.
No, but what can I do?
You're gonna show up anyway.
Can we be civil this time around?
No guns, just conversation?
If we get to your point sooner, maybe.
What would your employees say it's like the work for you?
I'm a business owner, the boss.
It's my understanding that employees don't like their bosses.
Hell, I didn't like my bosses when I was working
before I went out on my own.
What do you need, a job? Someone complaining about me?
No.
Would you say that you pay well?
I've gotta keep my costs in check, or else I go under.
So, what is this about?
Somebody bitching about me?
No, I'm just trying to understand you better as a person.
So, what do you got?
Well, I think you're selfish.
But who am I to judge?
- I still don't get it. - You sell your soul for money?
You trying to piss me off, 'cause you're getting there.
I sacrificed a lot to get to where I am today.
Who are you?
Do you hear that?
You bring one of your friends you wanna tell me about?
No.
You talking to me, or to him?
Him.
You can call me Ted.
I'm speaking to my friend Henry.
Identify yourself.
You don't belong here, Ted.
Leave.
You heard that thing.
Leave.
I'm going.
Thank God.
Wait, don't leave me alone by myself.
Reminder, last time you tried to tackle me,
you almost busted your jaw against that brick wall.
How about we talk peacefully like two grown men, yeah?
What do you want with me?
I told you I could help.
I'd be angry if I were you, too.
I know how it can tear you up inside when you lose someone you love.
What do you get by helping me?
Simple. I help you, it helps me.
We all win.
You cops are never there when needed.
What makes you different?
I can't sleep.
That's what I want.
Somehow, by helping you, I'll be able to sleep.
You don't belong here.
Hear it, too?
Hey!
See you.
Sorry to interrupt your flow. We need to talk fast.
I'm being watched and I'm pretty sure you are, too.
Huh, how comforting.
No offense, I know you're talented,
but did you make some kind of deal to get to the top?
If you're implying I slept my way here, then you better get out of my sight.
N-no, that's not what I'm suggesting at all.
Come on, we all make some kind of deal to get what we want, right?
You're not welcome here.
Are you threatening me?
If this is another prank, then it's gotta stop right now.
This isn't a prank.
This is what I was trying to tell you earlier.
You've crossed the line.
So, I crossed the line!
Why don't you show yourself?
You won't be around much longer.
You want to play that game? All right.
Gonna see you soon, all right? I promise.
Wait!
What are you doing on the floor?
I slipped.
Just making the best of it.
Can you think fast? Because we'll have a visitor.
When's the last time you drove a delivery truck?
Years ago. Why?
- Why did you stop driving? - I got caught stealing food.
You've been warned.
Show yourself!
Agent 23 reporting in.
Stone is not in sight.
Good times, huh?
You've always been a great partner.
Whoa!
You surprised me.
Of course I'm loyal to someone like you.
Yeah, thanks, man.
You know, that means a lot to me.
Nothing but respect, brother.
Look, I really need your help
or you won't have a partner anymore.
- What do you mean? - I mean just that.
Reach out and touch the back of my neck.
Shit.
Dude, what the fuck's going on?
I'm talking to you with my mind.
I'm just here in spirit.
I need to revisit Psychology 101.
I don't know if I'm sure what you mean.
What kind of people like to play God?
- You mean the god complex? - Yeah.
A sick, twisted narcissist.
What kind of people are typically like that?
Hmm, the last time I checked, rich, successful, powerful people
that allow their power to get to their heads.
However, looking at the religious aspect,
priests and pastors seem to disturb me.
I like your thinking.
This is how we're gonna communicate moving forward, all right?
My mind to yours.
If I stop talking, meet me at the church.
- Church? - Yeah.
I need to visit Pastor Stephens.
- Is this regarding those people? - Yeah.
Look, I think even pastors and priests get the lines blurred sometimes.
This Pastor Stephens, he'll talk.
Huh.
There's been this voice.
It's been coming into the rooms of the people I've been visiting lately.
I don't know what or who it is, but it's not good.
All right, brother. I got your back.
- Yeah? - 100.
Chuck.
Where are you? Claire?
Chuck... George... Ruby, can you hear me?
George?
- Pastor Stephens, you have a second? - Oh, you're back.
Yeah. I'm in a coma.
- I... I need your help. - Oh, my Lord.
Look, I'm not asking you to pray for me or anything like that.
I just need you to answer a question for me if you can.
I'll do my best.
So...
in all these years, you do this religious stuff.
You ever feel like, uh...
like you're God?
There are times when we, as humans, get close,
because we aspire to be like God.
I, myself, want to be like God in the purest sense of the word.
And I know some of my brothers and sisters have earned a bad name for God,
but I, myself, want to be like God in the most innocent way.
And knowing what I know, I could never exploit that.
What I know, as others do...
only one creator exists.
I see.
Did I help?
Yeah. Thanks.
You think you can put in a good word for me to get out of this coma?
Absolutely. I'm here to serve.
Doctor!
Doctor! Help!
He slipped into a coma.
Can you bring him back?
I prefer it. No attachments.
- I'm a self-made man. - Unfortunately, these things happen.
And there's no safe way of resuscitating him.
- Where am I? - Baby, you're finally awake.
Has this all been a nightmare?
Tell me what's going on.
You've been talking in your sleep for weeks.
I've been by your bedside.
Do you remember what I've been saying in my sleep?
A few things.
I...
Yeah, I've only been here in the evenings
and you haven't always have been talking.
It's random.
Who else has been here?
Nova, the therapist;
Dr. Bryce, the neurologist;
Angel;
And a few nurses and doctors passing by.
Have there been days where you've heard me talking to you, but...
I've obviously been here in the hospital?
Yes.
But I-I thought I was dreaming, or...
maybe panicking, hoping.
Was that really you?
Let me think.
There's one night that sticks out.
You were talking to some female names
and explaining how it was your job.
I didn't say anything because I was angry with you.
But then I remembered you were at the hospital, and I checked myself.
What are the names I mentioned?
Claire, Sarah, and Ruby.
I spoke to them.
They were all just as confused as I was.
They could see me and they could hear me.
But they couldn't touch me.
It was like I was a ghost.
I was trying to have them help me understand
why I was talking to them.
Actually...
I think I'm really close to the why.
It's like that bump to the head
really triggered the telepathy.
What do you mean? You can talk to people from far away?
Yeah.
So, um...
I won't be using that cell phone anymore.
Love you.
Ben! Dude, is that really you?
- Flesh and blood, brother. - Aw, man.
Darcy just dropped me off. I'm back for real.
But you just got out of the hospital, man.
Have a seat. How are you feeling?
A little tired, but on a roll. I think we're close.
Look, you need to take a day or two to recover.
I'm willing to do anything for you until you're 100.
There's no time. We need to go see the pastor.
You're gonna make a donation for your recovery now?
You're always slinging them jokes, huh?
- Hey, you know me, brother. - Yeah, no donation.
Just need to understand something.
- All right, let's go. - All right.
- How can I help you? - I'm Detective Ted, this is Detective Medina.
- Is there something wrong? - No, not that we're aware of.
Just wanted to get your expertise on this whole religious thing.
In other words, we need your professional insight.
Well, let's see. Where do we begin?
Well, respectfully, I've never been a follower of any church or religion,
but one can't help but wonder when you come across things that you've heard stories about.
I see, well, there are so many stories in the Bible.
Which one would you like to know about?
Sorry, I got that mixed up.
Sins. I want you to tell me about sins.
The bad ones.
Well, besides the fact that we all sin,
and can be forgiven by our God,
are you referring to the seven cardinal sins?
I think so. I'm a Catholic.
I kind of understand it, but my partner here would like to hear
from a professional such as yourself.
Yes, so I see.
And feel free to correct me if I'm going down the wrong path.
You're referring to the seven sins:
Sloth, greed, lust, gluttony, pride, wrath, and envy?
Yeah. So, you think you can explain those
in a more than one word?
Well, remember, these are at extremes
when actually committing these sins.
Sloth is not caring about anything whatsoever.
Greed. Well, you know greed.
It's the selfish need to satisfy only oneself without regards to others.
Lust is the immense sexual desire to be fulfilled constantly.
Gluttony is the desire to eat more than one really needs.
Pride is believing in oneself that can never be wrong,
so they lack humility.
Wrath is rage and anger so intense
that the desire to kill or destroy is intentioned.
Envy is the ability to want to emulate someone else,
an unhealthy admiration to be or have what someone else has.
Mm.
So, Pastor, another question...
Do you believe that you help these souls
or these people overcome their sins through your services?
I try to, at least.
But this is not a perfect copy.
Everyone struggles with at least one of these in varying degrees,
and some have more than one that they deal with.
But in my experience, it's not always severe.
I always try to humble myself and counsel those in need with the utmost patience.
You think God carries out recourse for these sins
or you think it's a man-made endeavor?
Oh, do you mean does God punish
or does man deliver corrective actions?
We think so. Please continue.
This is something we can talk about for days.
But in short, since I see you two would like to get answers...
I believe God is the overseer.
Now, whether or not God issues corrective actions
or punishes those or forgive them,
we'll never know until we pass.
Man, I've tried to take on this responsibility for years,
and it's a difficult task, but a fine line
that should be handled delicately with wisdom and love.
Yeah.
Pastor, let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Ben.
You came in my hospital room a while back, and...
I visited you here a couple of times.
Yes, I do remember.
You also came to visit me in spirit.
- How are you doing? - I'm better, thanks.
I just... I needed to come visit you in person.
You had answered a really important question for me, and...
- Well, I just had to make sure. - What answer did I give you?
I had asked if you ever felt like you were God.
You answered "no," I think in the right way.
Why the question about sins?
I'm investigating a case right now.
Six of the people I've talking to fit the sin descriptions.
I don't know who the seventh one is yet...
but I know that someone else is involved
and I know that something is wrong.
I see.
I pray that you find the answers
so you can move on peacefully.
We should get moving, man,
unless you have any more questions.
I'm good.
Oh, no, please.
If you would like to donate,
please leave it at the box by the door on your way out.
- Thank you. - Thanks so much, Pastor.
Goodbye to you both.
See you again soon? Maybe in service?
Maybe. Thank you.
So, what are you thinking?
Did you get your answers from your pastor?
Yeah.
I think there's some sick, twisted freak of a narcissist
messing with these people.
But whom?
I don't know. You tell me.
I was just starting to getting to know him.
Just starting to understand who these people are.
And this voice came in and intruded in on our conversations,
basically warning me to stay away.
Huh.
So, let me get this straight.
You were in the hospital, bedridden,
left your body,
speaking to total strangers with your mind
through this newfound gift of yours... telepathy.
Each one of them has a sin, and there's someone else?
Yeah. You got it.
So, you're looking for two people.
One, the seventh sinner...
the other one eavesdropping on your conversations.
Is that correct?
Yeah, I think so.
Are you sure you don't wanna go back to the hospital?
- You think I'm nuts, huh? - Oh, I don't.
It's just... it's really hard to digest.
I mean...
really good at what you do.
You know, some sort of hero.
It's just I've never seen you like this, man.
Yeah.
Look, I know this is all way out in left field, all right?
But I need to know that you're in.
I need to know that you trust me.
I'm in, brother.
- Let's do this. - Let's do it.
Agent 23 reporting in.
Bryce has not left the house.
- Hello? - Hi, Nova?
This is Ben... from the hospital Ben.
Ben? The bedridden patient in a deep sleep with a concussion?
- Is this a joke? - Don't hang up. I can prove it.
You teach martial arts outside your home studio.
We spoke about my ability to talk to people through telepathy.
When I visited you in the hospital
and tried talking to you using my therapy and didn't receive a response,
I believed there was nothing I could do for you.
Then you started to visit me in my sleep.
- I thought I was dreaming. - No, you weren't dreaming.
This is a real call, all right?
I don't have much time. I really need your help.
- When were you discharged? - I wasn't.
I woke up today and left.
I remembered you helping me with therapy
through our mental conversations, so I looked up your number.
You should have been properly discharged
to make sure you're physically okay.
Look, I can't argue. I feel fine, all right?
I just need you to answer a question.
Okay.
If one person is having a telepathic conversation with another person,
can a third person join in on the conversation?
I mean it's very possible.
- Why? Is that the case? - Yeah. Thanks.
I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon.
Am I missing something?
Shit, man. What's up? You couldn't sleep?
Why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?
I don't mean to parade myself on high.
What's up with the admiration of me and my family?
I, uh...
think really highly of you, man.
I don't know what to say.
You sure you don't have a secret to tell me?
Your admired partner?
I, uh...
I was caught years ago
before I was your partner in identity theft.
I wanted to be, like, this businessman.
Went a few steps too far.
Got popped by this agency, federal division.
Gave me a second chance, recruited me into law enforcement.
Have you been stalking me?
No.
I swear.
I've done therapy.
I'm much better now.
Look...
I never had a father in my life.
That's what happened with this businessman.
He's still alive. I never harmed him.
Look, when I became partners with you,
things felt right.
Really, I look up to you, man.
I promise on my life, I will always be there for you.
What was the payoff?
- Sorry, what? - The agency that recruited you into the law enforcement.
What did you have to give up not to get locked up?
My freedom.
What do you mean?
They're saying this doctor surgically implanted a chip in me.
- Tracks what I do. - Where's the chip?
Left elbow.
You remember the doctor's name?
No, I can't remember.
How do you know?
I fell on my elbow, broke the chip.
They haven't called ever since.
How often do they have you come in?
Once a year, check my vitals and all.
Something else must have happened besides me breaking the chip.
I just forgot about it.
Remember what did the doctor looked like?
Young, Caucasian, light eyes.
Why don't you take the chip out?
You think that's a good idea?
If you're willing to find out, I am.
I got your back.
What now?
You, my friend, were envy.
Ruby was pride; Chuck, gluttony;
Henry, greed; Sarah, sloth;
George was wrath.
We need to do some research on Dr. Peter Bryce.
Mind if I take a look at your laptop?
Go ahead.
Right here.
Looks like Dr. Bryce used to be a seminary student,
and he was kicked out due to his radical religious beliefs.
From there, he went on to medical school.
What does this mean?
It means that Dr. Bryce was a fanatic.
- Still is. - Mm-hmm.
He uses his medical skills to employ his will on these people,
people that have been busted by the Federal division
and more or less sinned the agency.
You, my friend, were envy.
That broken chip has kept you off their radar.
My guess is since you're in law enforcement,
you're not too high up on their list for checkups.
I think we just opened up a box.
Yeah, I need to contact the others ASAP.
And then we find Bryce and we hunt down this agency.
- Yeah? - All right.
Partner.
Ruby, we need to talk fast and we need to talk now.
You think you can give me a heads-up?
I don't have time. Your life's in danger as well as others'.
- I need you to be honest with me. - What do you mean?
- Do you have a chip in you? - Excuse me?
What did you get into that would require you to have a chip implanted?
- How did you know? - I have my resources.
If you don't take that thing out, who's ever in charge can end your life.
I suggest you remove it now.
- You're kidding. - Do you have one or not?
- I do. - I'm not leaving until you to take it out.
- And if I don't? - Then your life's in your own hands.
- I'm just trying to help. - What if they would help?
The agency? I have my team on it.
At this point, it's live, die, or be enslaved forever.
Okay.
- You okay? - Yeah, I think so.
- What do I do now? - Get yourself washed up, all right?
I'll see you soon.
It's gonna be okay.
- Hi. Who's this? - Hey, Ben. Chuck is gone.
So, what do you want me to do besides call the ambulance and the force?
Go to Henry now. Tell him I'll be in touch real soon.
Okay, got it. On my way.
- Hey, Ben. - Hi. Who's this?
It's Nova. You sounded rushed before and I have some time to catch up.
Can you tell me what's going on?
Look, you need to stay away from Dr. Bryce.
- I don't think you know how dangerous he is. - What have you found?
He's killed one of my people and I'm gonna need your help.
That's a very serious allegation to make,
definitely with how many years I've known him.
I know you have your history, but I've recently come across
some information that's pretty distressing.
You sound very confident about this.
I really need you to believe me.
I'll text you a name and address.
His name is George.
Tell him you know me and that I'll be in touch.
Okay, I believe you. Send it over.
- Anything to help. - Great. I gotta go.
Speak to you soon.
Sarah!
- Ted, you're here. - No time to waste.
I need you to take your chip out now.
- How did you know? - I have my sources.
If you don't, you could die any second, and I don't want to see that.
Wow, you're serious? How can I die?
It's complicated, but basically they can utilize the chip to end you.
They've been discovered by me and my team.
I know you made some kind of deal, but you're gonna have to break it
if you're ever gonna have your freedom.
- Where's the chip located? - It's on my neck.
Pull it out now.
- And now? - Just hang tight. I'll see you soon.
Ben, you've been causing problems.
This ends now, Dr. Bryce.
- You won't have any friends left. - Oh, yeah?
My partner Angel's on his way right now, and his chip is gone.
So is George and Claire.
- Dr. Bryce? - Bye.
Dr. Bryce!
Ben sent me.
Ben, George just died right in front of me.
- Shit! Are you serious? - No. He attacked me,
then he backed off and just collapsed.
Call the police. Tell them Ben Stone advised you to.
- Okay. - Bye.
- Ben, here with Henry. - Put me on the phone with him.
- Okay. - Ben?
I don't care what you've done in the past.
If you don't take that chip out now, you're gonna be dead.
- There's already two, possibly three deceased. - Your partner already told me.
- Pulled it out with my car key. Thank you. - Good.
- Put my partner back on the phone. - Okay.
- Tell me what to do. - Go to the hospital.
- Meet me at Dr. Bryce's office ASAP. - I'm on my way.
- You've arrived. - No more.
Too late.
Where did he go?
Fuck! Fuck!
No more is right. Leave this alone.
Fuck!
This is Agent 27.
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