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Edward Baines, I presume. Hi, Ed. I'm Pete. |
Do you think that's funny? |
No. Not at all. From what I understand, he knows I"m here, isn't that right? |
I read about a woman in TExas who was in a coma for seven years. Every time her husband came to visit, her heart would beat faster. Isn't that something? I don't know what name scientists have for something like that... |
It doesn't have much to do with science. |
What then? |
The soul. The spirit. Whatever you want to call it. |
Ah, the part of us that can't be explained. |
Agent Novak? |
Peter, okay? |
Do you feel there's a side of yourself you don't show people? |
Absolutely. I suppose everyone does. |
Just like we all have fantasies, right? Things only we know, that we don't share. |
That's what therapists are for, right? |
With Stargher I saw things... |
What did you see? |
A kingdom. His utopia. Life without consequence or restriction. He's not even Carl Stargher anymore. He's this... idealized version of himself who can do anything he pleases... Without fear. A horrible primitive ugly thing. I don't want to talk in here. |
Why'd you bring him here? |
You're the shrink, you tell me. |
As soon as I met him, you knew I'd say yes. He makes Julia real for me. |
You thought Stargher wanted to be caught. |
I did, yeah. |
You were right. There's a part of him that knows the truth. About what he did, about himself. |
What about Julia? |
This is going to sound terrible, but... I don't think she matters anymore. Not to him. He never finished her. The others...he was able to make them his. |
You think you can do this, don't you? |
He might tell me about Julia. The part of him that wants to help, that feels shame and remorse. Who wants to be redeemed. |
This is Stargher we're talking about? |
Not Stargher, not really. He's split himself right down the middle. Good/evil, right/wrong, merciful/cruel. A monster. And an innocent child. If I could reach the boy. |
Whoa. Hold on. Aren't they the same guy? |
Don't you feel there are different sides to every personality? Maybe even the worst of us is capable of one decent act. We're all human. |
It's hard for me to see Stargher as human, capable of something like "remorse." |
Then what is he? |
Evil. |
If you believe that. |
Maybe this is a big fucking waste of time. |
What happened to Charles Gish? |
What happened? |
What difference does it make...? |
Tell me. |
A child can experience abuse worse than Charlie's. And grow up to be someone who would never, ever hurt another living thing. |
You're sure of that? |
Yes. I am. |
Remember, Julia Hickson is priority number one. Nothing else matters. Find out where she is. |
Okay, okay... |
Wait... |
Like hell "wait." |
He wants us to follow. The little boy... |
Little boy?! That's him! |
He brought you to me, didn't he? If you want Julia to live, trust me. Trust him. |
Where the hell are we? |
Carl, do you know? Like on a map... |
COME ON! |
I can't leave him! |
That went well. |
Give her a minute. Hello, Valentine. |
You sure about this? |
Absolutely. Abigail... |
I heard Julia and John got married. |
Yep. Eloped. |
Good for them. |
Well look at that. |
I told you. You have to be optimistic. Believe in them... |
So you say. |
He's mine? |
All yours. My boss says it's one of the strangest requests the Bureau's ever had. |
He also says that until proven differently, Julia Hickson was found as a result of good oldfashioned detective work. |
It doesn't matter... |
I don't know. I think it does. You know, Catherine... If you ever want to talk about it. What happened to Stargher. That last time. |
They're hungry. |
I got it. |
Thank you. |
No problem. |
No. Thank you. |
Sing a song of sixpence... |
A pocketful of rye... |
Fourandtwenty blackbirds. |
Did we go sailing? |
Almost. MockyLock showed up. |
"MockyLock is the bogeyman, MockyLock wants me where I am." |
MockyLock is a pain in the ass. |
He hates me. |
Lucien Baines? |
She adores you. |
She thinks I can bring Edward back. |
Someday you can. We all believe that... |
We've been over this a dozen times. No. |
Why not? Just once. A trial run. What harm could it do? |
I don't want to find out. |
Miriam... |
Shush. |
He creates the obstacles, he decides which games to play. |
I've heard this argument before. It's not happening. |
It could take years for me to get past the barriers he's created. |
If we reverse the feed and bring Edward into your mind, it could be devastating for him. Imagine the shock of suddenly existing in a whole other world. |
I do it all the time! |
Yes, but, you're a willing participant. Picture Edward in a strange place, lost, frightened... |
I'd be there for him. |
And he might blame you for terrifying him. That one moment could erase all you've accomplished. And if that happened, the trust he has in you is gone. |
Okay, okay... |
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