Jesus!
Oh, fuck.
I wasn't trying... to escape.
No, please, no... no!
I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die!
I'm cleaning... nice and clean...
I'm sorry...
I didn't... didn't mean to.
- Hey sis. - What time is it?
- Just after eight. - You want me to make coffee?
No, I gotta go, I call you later.
You sure there's nothing I can do?
Trust me, everything's gonna be fine, just go back to sleep.
Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming.
- Ben Carlson. - Lorenzo Sapelli.
- Been waitin' for you, come on in. - Thanks.
- How long you been working here? - Altogether... 15 years.
- You were here for the fire. - Devastated.
The entire building... up in flames.
Has been 5 years since the fire...
they're still in a legal battle with the insurance company.
And even cleaning up this mess, is impossible.
I given up faith about 'em reopening, besides...
who would wanna shop here, after everything that's happened.
You know the Meredith family had bought this building...
after St. Mathews hospital closed in... huh, 1952.
This was the very first Mayflower, to open on the East-coast.
And the company wants us to patrol the premises every couple of hours.
Well, I do my rounds every 3, that's more then enough.
Anyway you'll see, nothing much going on, it's pretty calm around here.
Well... there you go.
Perfume and cosmetics department, what's left of it anyway.
Thank god, you didn't show up any later, this place gives me the creeps at night.
No electricity, all these mirrors.
It's best to keep your eyes away from them.
- You polish them? - I'm sorry?
The mirrors? They're so clean.
Oh no, that... that's Gary, Gary Louis, a fellow he was working here before you.
I was completely obsessed with those damn mirrors...
spent the entire night, cleaning 'em.
How long has it been, since you left the N.Y.P.D.?
- About a year. - I know, it's... huh, none of my business...
but... huh, why did you resign from the force?
You... huh, used to be a detective, is that correct?
- Yeah. - I'm sorry...
- I always been to curious. - So am I.
There was a pretty big team working here, before the fire.
If you only stop to think... of all the department stores in New York...
this one was the most beautiful, most luxuries.
Oh man, it brakes your heart, it really it does.
Well, here you go, that's where you be spending most of your time.
At least you got electricity in here.
It's warm besides... and even got TV.
Open up the front, help yourselves alright, here're the dishes...
I'm wearing the Duty-bag, welcome to the back yard, opened up the BBQ-grill.
I'm glad at last, lord.
Hello?
Hello.
Hey Rosa, here we are.
- That's fine, let me help you. - Thanks.
- Where're the kids? - Upstairs, they are with Ben.
Thank you.
Everybody at my school thinks this boy is an honor student...
like one of my best friends, well this boy...
likes me, and this girl Kristana she likes him, it is not often...
You want me to talk to the little boy?
Also makes him wanna rap me up in toilet paper for halloween.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Look mommy, look what daddy got me. - That's great.
- You gonna show me how it works later, okay? - It's so fast Mommy.
- Ben, can I talk to you? - Yeah.
Okay, you two, you need to finish your home work and get ready for your bath.
- Come on, no fooling around, let's go. - Okay, come on.
- Hey, come here, happy, happy birthday. - Thanks, Dad.
- Hey. - Hey.
- What is this? - What?
I've asked you not to drop by without calling.
- Yeah, if you'd only anwser my calls. - Please, I don't wanna argue...
I don't wanna argue either, if you're not gonna answer my calls, what...
I haven't had a drink for about 3 months, but since you won't answer my calls...
how would you know.
I don't wanna know, what I want is you to respect my needs.
Baby, I do every thing I can to respect your needs.
I haven't had a drink, I got a new job to hold me over until rent's paid.
I do everything I can, to get back on my feet again.
What?
You don't think people can change?
We're not talking about people... we're talking about you.
Amy, I killed a man... You don't just get over that.
- I needed time, I needed you. - I was right here!
Yeah... judging me like everbody else.
How dare you say that to me! I was the only one in the precinct...
who defended you.
How many times I chased reporters off our front lawn?
How can you say that to me?
I always been your partner! I've been the only one who believed in you!
- You're fucking unbelievable! - Please, I didn't come here to fight.
And I'm sorry, that I came over without calling, alright?
I just wanted to see you.
- We have set certain rules. - Fucking rules!
Come on Amy! Just tell me what rules I need to follow...
so I can see my son on his birthday!
Look at yourself... this is exactly what I'm talking about.
I don't know how you gonna be, from one moment to the next.
Honey, to get around you, I... I hate this... you don't understand...
Amy, I'm so scared... that I am loosing you.
I know I screwed everything up... but I missed you so much.
I missed you too.
Amy, we deserve another chance. I know how much I love you...
and I know somewhere inside there, you love me too.
Please.
Please, I can't do this... I can't do this.
Sorry.
Holy shit!
What the hell?
Fuck!
- You should stop taking those pills. - Jesus!
How you doing today?
I'm fine, I feel a lot better, I meet you there in a couple'a minutes.
- Are you sure you're alright? - Please don't start.
Okay, I'm just saying, you can talk to me if you want.
I'm your little sister.
- It's that new job, isn't it? - Yeah well, I need that new job.
I can't take care of Amy and the kids and myself on my pension.
I'm not gonna sleep on your couch for the rest of my life.
Okay, well... maybe you'll get a... a day time job, a regular job.
It's not that simple.
Well, you should think about it.
- Ben! What happened? - Leave me alone.
Please, just leave me alone. Hear me! Get out of here, now!
Fuck.
What's happening to you here? You won't give it up, you can not.
Shit.
Help!
Oh! No!
No!
Aghh!
No!
Help!
Aghh! Aghh!
Oh my God! No! No! No!
Aghh! Aghh! Aghh!
Ohh! Ohh! No!
Gary Lewis.
This is it... That's him.
Ahhh...
- Ahh!... Heeeelp!... - Hello!
- Ahhh!... Heeeelp!... - Hello?... Where are you?
I'm gonna help you, but I need to know where you are.
Damn!
- Ahhh!... Heeeelp!... - Coming!
Heeeelp!...
Is anybody here?
Is anybody in here?
Fuck this place!
Heeeelp!... Help!
Help! Help!
Help!
Help! Heeeelp!...
Ahhh...
- I want my Mom? Mom! Mom! - Michael?
Are you Okay? What's happening?
- What's going on, sweety? - There's a lady screaming.
- Where? - In the mirror.
In the mirror? Well... huh...
All I see, baby, you and I in the mirror.
- You just had a nightmare, sweety. - Okay.
Dreams sometimes look real, but they're not, alright?
- Okay. - Okay, let's go back to sleep.
Come on, here we go... I'm right around the corner, alright?
- Love you. - I love you too, sweety.
- Can you leave the door open? - Sure sweetheart.
- You two go back to sleep, okay? - Alright, mom.
I swear to you, I could feel my flesh burning...
I couldn't breathe, it was like my lungs were full of smoke.
It was like a nightmare, but I was awake, I know, I was awake.
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
I don't know what to think, I think you just going through a hard time now.
You're under a lotta stress, you having those nightmares, since the shooting.
- You know it wasn't your fault. - They're everywhere.
What are you talking about?
The fucking mirrors, they are everywhere.
In the department stores, on the corners of every street...
in the windows on every building in this city... how I'm ge..
I got news for you, I'm not the one looking into the mirrors...
but... they looking back at me.
There's no one looking back at you through the mirrows.
You're obviously... you're so conflicted about what happened.
Maybe you need to talk to someone... a professional, someone who...
The mirrors's just glass that's it... there's nothing behind them.
Please, go get some sleep. Okay? I love you.
Coming!
Hold on.
- Mr. Carlson? - Yeah.
You wanna sign here please?
- You have a good day, sir. - Thanks.
Holy shit.
Mayflower burns.
Lorenzo... I need to talk to you.
I just had the craziest day here, your ex-colleagues came to pay us a visit.
What're you talking about?
You know Gary? The guy who was working here before you?
- Yeah. - The cops found him dead...
in a sub-way station in Harlem.
I never liked him to much, but the poor guy didn't deserve to go like that.
Did they happened to tell you the cause of death?
- What? - Did they tell you how he died?
No, no, they wouldn't tell me.
My sister, buddy, is waiting for me at home... I gotta go.
Oh, by the way, about that leak in the basement...
they're sending someone over to work on that, beginning of next week.
We have a white male, 50 years of age, his name unknown...
Following the completion of the external examination...
the body was washed and then heat dried...
a light incision was made from the bilateral conjuncture joints...
to advance process
the tissue was very...
- Amy? - Yes? What is it?
There's someone in the lobby for you... it sounds urgent.
Ben? What's happening? What're you doing here?
Thanks for seeing me.
- Look, I need to ask you a favor. - Can't you see I'm at work.
I only want 20 minutes. Need information about a corpse...
Gary Lewis, I just need you to take a look at him.
- Who is he? - He was a night watchman at the Mayflower.
- I replaced him. - How did you get his ID?
I found his wallet at the department store, I just need to know how he died.
Why do you need to know how he died?
Ben you've been suspended, you're not supposed to do any investigation.
Amy, please listen to me, this is serious.
There're some very strange things happening over at the Mayflower.
I can't explain what...
This guy Gary Lewis, sent me a package right before he died.
The thing is, I never met him before.
Inside the package were all this articals on the Mayflower on the fire.
Looks like he was gonna tell me something, or warn me about something.
I need to see this out, please.
Gary Lewis... there he is, B16. he slashed his throat.
There you go, there's your anwser. the man committed suicide.
Do you get a lotta suicide cases, were people slash their own throats?
I didn't think so... Exuse me.
All I know is, the police is still investigating this one...
that's why we still have the body.
- What he use to cut his throat? - A piece of a mirror.
He probably broke the mirror into pieces, so he have something to cut himself with.
7 years bad luck.
- I'm here! - Oh god!
- You okay Ben? - I'm fine.
I'm sorry... exuse me.
- I need to see his file. - What?
- I need his file. - Ben?
What's the problem? I just need to see that file!
Calm down, you're not even supposed to be down here...
and then you wanna look at somebodys file?
Look, I'll be off soon, Amy you know where to find me if you need me.
Yeah, thanks Peter... I appreciate it.
I want you to leave now... I'm serious, Ben.
Amy, I'm sorry, I can't leave here until I see that file.
It's important, please... Please.
Amy?... Come here look at this picture.
That's the piece of mirror Gary was holding.
And then up here, it's reflecting into the other mirror there... it's full of blood.
In reality it is clean. Not a single drop of blood.
The angle at which this took the photograph was taken reflects that.
What if the mirrors are showing us something, that's not really happening?
- What? - Just... just listen to me.
What if the mirrors are reflecting something, that's beyond our reality?
What if the mirrors make us do things we don't wanna do?
Like getting Gary to slit his own throat
Just listen to yourself! You can't talk like that around here.
You're wannabe internee?
Amy, I've seen things in mirrors at work, bad things...
- I can feel what they're showing me. - Ben! You're driving me fucking crazy!
I don't have time for this. What's wrong with you?
You think I'm making this up. You think I'm fucking lying?
What medications are you taking to stop drinking?
That's a strong drug. It has a lotta serious side effects.
How many pills you're taking a day?
I'm sorry that I bothered you.
Anyway... thanks for trying to help.
- Where's the body? - In the bathroom.
Jesus.
Water was dripping from the ceiling.
I want you to tell me, did you see someone? Hear any noise? Any sound?
- Hi, what's going on? What's going on? - Just hold on a second.
It's alright, I live in the apartment there, I used to be a cop, so, what's going on?
Just a second.
Come on out lead detective! Angela!
Who is on duty in there?
- Ben. - Patelli, what're you doing here?
- Larry, just tell me what's going on? - Ben, it's not good.
Where is Angie?
Where the fuck is my sister? Tell 'em to let go off me!
- I can't do that Ben! - God-damn it!
The water left the marks...
no sign of struggle, forced entry...
the front door was locked, which means that... the person who did this...
did have keys to the apartment or... it was someone that she knew.
He'd never laid a finger on her.
You know when their father died, Ben took care of Angela.
She meant the world to him.
So far his statement is pretty consistent with the facts...
I know we checked it out, he showed up to work at 7pm. and...
the down-stairs neighbor said, he began to notice the water leaking around 10.
Now the strange thing is what the disticts report to us says...
that Ben told the day-time security guard...
Lorenzo Sapelli, that he's planning on quitting the job...
like he's moving away someplace.
Did he mention anything about that to you?
No.
To take a vacation could be just right What you gonna do with her?
Thinking of letting her go, we have no obvious reason to keep her here.
Alright.
I'm so sorry.
Ben...
why don't you come home and stay with the kids, huh?
I can't, I don't wanna get you and the kids in danger.
She asked me to quit, but I wouldn't, they came after her.
What? What're you talking about?
I got some things... I need to take care of.
- Wait Ben... - Amy...
- Please! - Amy, let me go.
I don't want you get in any more trouble... please stay out of it.
I know who did this!
Well, in that case, you should tell Patelli everything.
He never believe me. either will you.
What do you want?
Please, tell me.
What do you want from me?
What Do You Want... From Me?
E S S E K E R.
Hey, I need you to run a name for me. Esseker...
Echo, Sierra, Sierra, Echo, Kilo, Echo, Romeo.
- Did you check online? - Yeah, I already done that.
- Nothing, I.R.S. and D.M.V. - Where?
- Try New York. - When?
- Last five or Six years. - Okay, Ben.
Thanks, get back to me as soon as you can.
Mayflower burns.
Terrence Berry Confesses To Deadly MAYFLOWER Fire.
I should rest then. Woman, 3 children murdered.
Mr. Berry maintains that the mirrors in the store are the ones...
that brutally killed his wife and drowned their three children.
Terrence Berry claimes mirrors are guilty...
- Yeah? - Hey.
What'd you get?
Look, I... I didn't find anything under that name.
- Shit! Shit. - You want me to look outside New York?
Huh... no, wait, hold on, hold on.
I want you to run another name for me, Berry, Terrence Berry.
Terrence Berry. Wait one sec.
Huh... huh... I think I got him.
- You still there? - Yeah.
- Wough! This guy murdered his whole family. - And how do you know that?
- He's dead. - God-damn it!
Can you tell me where he was committed before he died?
You know Mr. Carlson, when one starts to perceive ones own reflection...
as a completely seperate being...
one is suddenly confronted with two entirely seperate egos...
two entirely separate worlds, that can surface at any given moment.
The feeling of self hatred is usually triggerd by a psychological shock...
splitting the personality in two. hence greating...
two or more personalitys, with the same memory and distinctive patterns...
in the same individual.
The patient then has the false prespective of existence...
of two distinct worlds... the real world and the world inside the mirror.
These recordings were used in Terrences trial.
You'll see they speak for themselves.
Why did you set the department store on fire? If I may ask.
To... to destroy the mirrors.
Only fire can destroy the mirrors,
What made you think you absolutely had to destroy those mirrors, Terrence?
They killed my Helen... and my three children.
For what reason?
- For what reason did they kill your family? - Because I didn't...
- Didn't do what? - They asked me to find Esseker.
- Oh my God! - We all were looking for Esseker.
Amy. Shit, I have to go.
Tell me about Esseker, Terrence?
- Who is Esseker? - I don't know who Esseker is!
I don't know... who Esseker is!
I don't know!
Mrs Carson? This is Rosa. Mr. Ben is here.
He's moving all of the furniture around.
Hey...
- how was school today? - Dad?
Don't come in here, I'll be right back.
- Dad? - Okay, Honey, just give me a second.
I have to take care of a few things.
Daddy, what're you doing?
Honey, don't be scared, everything's alright...
I think it looks nice like this, don't you?
Rosa, what's happening? Take the kids downstairs right now, right now.
What the hell are you doing?
Amy, you gonna have to trust me, this is for your own protection.
Get outta the house right now.
Hey! Are you listening to me? You are scaring the kids.
If you don't leave immediately, I'm calling the police...
and I'm warning you, you will never see your kids again.
Amy, I'm not crazy, these mirrors are dangerous.
At first I thought, it was just the ones in the store, but after Angela was killed...
I realised they can get at you anywhere.
I promise I will leave the house, just let me cover those damn mirrors.
I know what you been through, hasn't been easy...
but guess what, it hasn't been easy for us either!
Marriage is a thing of two, you know that?
It's not fair, what you're doing to us, Ben.
Michael... is acting so strange now.
He always wants to be alone, he won't talk to me, he's got nightmares.
Ben, your behavior is rubbing of on him.
He is 6 years old, I have to protect it.
Come here, I wanna show you something.
Ben, let go of me.
You won't believe me, so I'll show you.
- What're you doing? - I'll show you!
Are you crazy?
- Have you gone completely mad? - Just wait, you'll see.
- See what? - You'll see.
See what, Ben? What am I supposed to see?
It's not happening. It's not happening.
Amy, I swear to you at the Mayfl...
Amy, I'm not lying.
Ben... go back inside, okay?
Be that way.
Listen to me, baby, I wanna help you.
- No I can't, I'm sorry. - Ben!