- Previously on The Pretender. - Who the hell are you?
- I'm your brother. - Jarod, go! Find our parents!
Kyle!
You had the F.B.I. kill my brother. What have I ever done to you?
You exist.
[Broots] Someone tried to kill Raines, but the bullet that struck his oxygen tank-
They can't tell which gun it was fired from.
[Grunting]
N-No! No! Uh!
[Screaming] No!
[Miss Parker] Well, my father didn'tjust vanish.
I am not his secretary. You're supposed to know where he is.
- I hate attitude. - [Phone Beeps Off]
[Sydney] Problem at the Centre?
Well, my father's been at his desk in the Tower at 7:00 a.m. for the last 35 years.
- Two weeks in a row, he's a no-show. - That's weird.
There's a great deal of peculiar activity in the Tower of late.
- Now it's trickling down to us. - [Broots] Tell me about it.
They even jacked up the prices on all the vending machine.
A bag of Funyuns sets me back a buck now.
Well, it's true.
Let's face it:
The place has been different ever since-
Go ahead, Broots, say it. Ever since Raines was shot.
Well, don't look at me. I'm no marksman.
Hey, I didn't even want to take a gun, remember?
Well, if I'd have shot Sterno-head, he'd be snoring through dirt right now...
instead of filling bedpans in the Centre burn unit.
Excuse me.
[Monk] I have met thousands of men...
- from all walks of life who sought retreat here. - [Bell Tolling]
But I had never met anyone quite like BrotherJarod.
He spent all of his time in his cell.
He barely ate...
never slept.
But given the severity ofhis nightmares...
I suppose that is understandable.
He had such... sadness in his soul.
Not exactly Home And Gardens.
[Sydney] "Día de los Muertos." Day of the Dead.
A Mexican festival, similar to your Halloween...
in which cemeteries...
are prepared to welcome back the departed.
These morbid images may explain Jarod's long silence.
Clearly some sort of preoccupation with... death?
- Speaking of death, look at this. - [Broots] A hand-carved coffin.
[Monk] Jarod made it himself.
- It was always with him. - [Sydney] Hm.
This is the same type of blue notebook that his brother Kyle used.
[Sydney] Jarod's dreaming...
searching for closure in the loss of his brother.
Then, uh...
who's this coffin for?
What's it mean, Freud?
- Someone's going to die. - [Lid Creaks, Shuts]
[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.
[Jarod] I was taken from my family.
Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up?
Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.
[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-
A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.
[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.
Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
[Background Chatter]
[Man] Who wants to touch it?
You're sick.
Ah, don't be spooked, Chloe. We're gonna be dissecting them all year.
Joel, you shouldn't touch the cadaver until the prof gets here.
Fernando, I have been waiting all year to get into this class.
Besides, I don't think this one's gonna mind.
[Screaming]
- Think again. - Oh! Who the hell are you?
Jarod Howard, your new professor.
- Oh! Oh, that's not- that's not funny, man. - [Scattered Chuckles]
And mocking the dead is?
I want each of you to understand that there is only one unforgivable sin in my class.
I will not, under any circumstance, tolerate any disrespect for these cadavers.
Underneath each of these plastic sheets lies a human being.
Many of these bodies, they come to us unknown and unclaimed...
which means that they died alone and afraid...
with no friends, no homes.
Forgotten by their families and thrown away by society.
Therefore, they will not be disrespected in this classroom.
- [Door Shuts] - [Man] Take those words to heart.
Halloween's coming up...
and if I hear of a student taking a head or an arm to a party...
I will personally expel them from the program.
Dr. Fein, will there be enough cadavers for each group this term?
- Who's being sick now? - Well, if there aren't enough...
there are several pre-dissected bodies from last semester that will be available.
I plan on being a surgeon. I need to get a feel for what I'm going to do.
I can't learn if it's just pick and point.
As a matter of fact, there are more cadavers being delivered after class.
So, I will need a couple of volunteers.
- I believe that these two... - [Mutters]
will be just fine.
[Man] Mm-hmm.
Finally! Thank God you're back, Daddy.
- [Chuckles] - Good news. We found Jarod's last lair.
- Hmm. - Yeesh. I'll have this analyzed...
- but only God knows what he's up to this time. - [Whispers, Indistinct]
- Mm-hmm. - Who the hell are you?
[Mouths Words]
Ah. Nein, nein. [Speaking German]
- Wiedersehen. - [Phone Beeps Off]
You must be Miss Parker. You look just like your mother.
Where's my father?
He's away, as I understand it.
[Beeping]
- [Woman] Mr. Lyle, your 10.30 is here. - Oh, send her in.
- [Sighs] - And, uh...
what, Mr. Lyle, are you doing in my father's office?
Oh, I'm just... filling in.
Brigitte, good morning. Have you met Miss Parker?
- Brigitte is the new Cleaner. - The new Cleaner?
I've had the diorama analyzed. A preliminary report on my findings.
How did she get a report on Jarod's last lair when Sydney and I just returned?
To be honest, Brigitte actually beat you there.
Only by a couple days.
Huh. Okay.
Don't flip out. What, am I in The Twilight Zone?
We thought it would be a good idea to have Brigitte...
provide assistance in the capture ofJarod.
I don't need assistance. And who exactly is "we"?
- [Glass Clinks] - I am.
The powers are tired of the way things have been run.
They're tired of the inefficiency, angry thatJarod's still out there.
I don't understand why it's so hard to capture one man.
Jarod's not just a man. He's a Pretender...
a human chameleon...
a genius who can literally become anyone that he wants to be.
And he almost found his family, Miss Parker.
- Imagine the ramifications. - I know.
- But we have made progress. - Yes. "We."
Is this Sydney an impediment?
Or... should he be removed?
Sydney raised Jarod.
There's an emotional umbilical between them.
Sever it and you'll never seeJarod again.
[Mr. Lyle] The Centre is tired ofJarod's actions.
lfhe's really as smart as you say he is...
and you are really as smart as I hear you are...
I'd think you'd welcome any help you could get...
since that'd be the wise thing to do.
We're gonna be late.
If you hear from your father, let me know.
Well, Jarod, your C. V. is quite impressive.
Undergrad from Vanderbilt, master's in anatomy from Duke...
graduated with distinction from University of London.
Great accomplishments for a young man.
Well, I'm a quick study.
I must admit. I'm a little surprised...
you'd be willing to teach gross anatomy to first-year med students.
Actually, I'm here to work with you. I've been following your progress as a research fellow.
I understand you've made some great strides with a cardiac resuscitation drug.
My guess, from your history, it's a blend between class-four acetylcholines...
and some sort of generic digitalis.
- It's supposed to be a secret. - A pharmaceutical research race with the Brits-
- You can't keep that sort of thing quiet. - You're a smart man, Jarod.
You should've been an M.D. instead of a Ph.D.
Well, either way, they still call me "Dr."
- Dr. Howard! Dr. Fein! Dr. Howard! You- Oh! - See what I mean?
Joel, Fernando, take the cadavers to the cold room...
- and give them a muslin formaldehyde wrap. - Oh, I already did it.
Joel works part-time at the mortuary. Sheldon Fein.
- Jarod Howard, faculty. - Hi.
- Fein and Fein? - Sheldon and I are brothers.
Christopher became a doctor, trying to put the family business out ofbusiness.
[Chuckles]
Fernando, there's Detective Keyes.
Maybe you should go talk to her. Maybe she found something.
[Car Horn Honks]
- I need to get out of here. - Joel, the vouchers for these bodies are on my desk.
- Get them for Sheldon, will you? - Yeah, sure.
Just, uh, send them over.
[No Audible Dialogue]
Fernando seems sad.
Yeah, he should.
His brother disappeared last Halloween.
I'll take this body to the lab.
[Miss Parker] Who the hell is Mr. Lyle?
[Broots] All I know is he's been barking a lot of orders...
and all the smart people seem to be following them.
- [Sydney] Maybe he's part of the Triumvirate. - The Triumvirate?
- [Miss Parker] What the hell would they be doing here? - [Sydney] Seizing power.
Their appearance certainly would explain your father's disappearance.
Not to mention the price of Funyuns.
Why would they make my father disappear?
'Cause... someone shot Raines.
Hm. And they're not gonna stop till they find out who did.
Well, I'm not going to stop until I find out who Mr. Lyle is.
Yo.! Don't tell me you're movin'into this dump.! They say it's haunted.
- The house? - No, the fence.
Place is prime Halloween target.
I'm talkin' egging, toilet paper, smashed pumpkins.
Tell you what. For 50 bucks, I'll make sure nobody trashes it.
I've heard about this "Halloween"-
a ritual where people bring body parts to celebrations?
Ain't been invited to one of those.
Around here, it's mostly teens raising hell...
or kids doin' the trick-or-treat thing.
Trick or treat?
What are you? From Bosnia? Trick or treat!
Where kids dressed up like goons go knock on people's doors and people give them candy.
Oh.
Why?
Because they know you're coming. And if they don't, you might trash their house.
- So it's extortion. - Now you're catchin' on, Bosnia boy.
Remember, 50 bucks. Money well spent. Name's Bruno.
- You need enforcement around here? I'm the man. - I'll remember.
Now take your rib spreader, crack open the sternum...
allowing access to the heart.
- [Squishing] - [Sighs] Oh, man.
It is amazing to think that that once pumped life through this body.
Now, in order to remove the cadaver's heart...
carefully dissect through the pericardial sac.
Now remove the attachments of the aorta...
and the pulmonary veins and arteries.
There shouldn't be much fluid.
Excuse me.
[Chuckles]
I'll go make sure he doesn't get it on his shoes.
Mm.
The ancient Greeks believed that the brain was the home of the consciousness.
And the heart was the home of the soul.
That's an interesting crucifix.
I spent some time in Cuernavaca. The artisans there, they make one very similar.
They made this one. My-My grandmother's from Cuernavaca.
She raised us after my parents were killed.
She gave my brother Enrique and me identical ones...
before we came here to go to school for good luck.
I heard about your brother's disappearance. I'm sorry.
They say in some cultures that the bond between brothers can be so strong...
they can feel each other's pain.
- Can you feel his? - Do you have a brother?
- Yes. - Do you feel his pain?
Every day.
I feel my brother in my heart...
but he can't feel me anymore.
Enrique's luck ran out.
I just hope that when his heart stopped...
he didn't feel any pain.
[Grunting, Screaming]
[Screaming] No!
[Grunts]
Where am I? [Grunts]
Where am I?
- [On Phone] Sydney. - Jarod. It's been too long.
Part of my life is missing.
- [Thunderclaps] - You sound troubled.
Exhausted.
I can't sleep.
This could be the processing of your emotions...
regarding the loss of family.
- Your brother? - No, I understand that pain.
This is different.
Every time I close my eyes...
I go somewhere-
somewhere terrible.
[Screaming] No!
I get to this same point in this living nightmare, but l-
I can't finish it.
l- I can't go on.
Perhaps your subconscious doesn't want to face what lies ahead.
Let me help you. Tell me where you are.
- You tell me where I was. - Where you were?
My entire life is on these D.S.A.'s...
from the moment you people stole me to the moment I escaped.
Every breath I took, every sim I did, every morsel of food I ate.
Except for the last three weeks in October, the year before I escaped.
- There must be a mistake. - There is no mistake.
Three weeks of my life is missing.
Now, I don't know how I know, but it has something to do with my fear-
with my nightmare.
I need to know what happened.
[Grunting] Hey!
I need to know what you did to me.
I need to know.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
- [Door Shuts] - Can I help you?
- Just getting my bearings. - Well, keep them out of my office.
Right.
Okay, I've checked the summerhouse, the estate in Scotland and Bimini.
- No one knows where your father is. - Larron.
- Yes, Miss Parker? - If she's ever in my office again, I'll kill you.
Yes, Miss Parker.
- What's he doing out of his hole? - We found something I thought-
[Whispers] Outside.
- I don't want to talk in there. - I searched through my old record.
I was in Europe during the missing time thatJarod was talking about...
- the precise dates. - So?
It was a pointless symposium that I was ordered to attend by Mr. Raines.
All the weirdness around here is courtesy of Mr. Skin Grafts himself.
Mr. Lyle shows up. Your father disappears.
It's too coincidental to be just a coincidence.
Syd, how is it that half the time you bumble around here without a clue...
and the other half you're a sage that knows everything?
- What's that about? - [Door Shuts]
- Survival. - Oh, um, I, uh-
I'm gonna go back to my hole.
First, you're gonna help me find out exactly who Mr. Lyle is.
[Whispering] And how do you expect me to do that?
- Who knows all the dirty secrets around here? - Mr. Raines.
Score one for Captain Kangaroo. While Raines is in the infirmary...
you're gonna hack into his archives and search for any references to Mr. Lyle.
- Are you crazy? - And while you're rifling through his archive...
find out what Raines was doing here while I was in Europe.
- Oh, God! - [Pats Back]
- Come on.
Where are your study partners?
Joel is trying to hold down lunch, and, uh, Chloe went to get some.
[Chuckles]
Day of the Dead calavera. I guess you did spend some time in Cuernavaca.
- Yes. It's a little hobby I picked up when I was there. - Were you teaching?
No, I was a monk. But I did learn a lot about the Day of the Dead,
about respecting and remembering those who came before.
Every year when we were little, my grandmother would take us to our parents' grave...
and we'd clean and decorate the grave with the calaveras that we would make.
She'd tell us stories about them- you know, connect us to our roots.
- Did you ever do that at the graves of your relatives? - No.
I don't know where they are.
That's why I want to find Enrique, so I can bury him properly.
- You seem sure that he's not alive. - The night that he disappeared...
he decided to skip the Halloween party and...
help me study for my premed exam.
But he never made it home.
Part of me died last Halloween.
It was the part that was connected to my brother.
- Some brothers don't have that connection. - [No Audible Dialogue]
[Bruno] Nice place, if you're tryin'to raise the dead.
I didn't hear you knock.
That's funny.
Neither did... I.
You know, most adults aren't...
- into Halloween quite this much. - It's research.
Hey, I downloaded all the back issues of the newspaper like you asked.
Now where is my paper?
I know it's none of my business...
but why did you only want the obituaries for the last few years?
You're right. It's none of your business.
Here's some trick-or-treat candy.
I'm particularly fond of the black-and-orange kind. They're very tasty.
"The black-and-orange kind"? You are from Bosnia.
And I'm way too old for trick-or-treating.
Well, what do you do on Halloween?
Well, my favorite thing is to wrap dog poop in some newspaper...
put it on some old fart's porch, set it on fire and run.
- Why? - Because they come out and stomp on it.
Well, doesn't that mess their shoes?
Oh. Oh! Oh-ho-ho!
- [Laughing] - [Laughing] That's good!
- [Jarod] Good evening. - [Gasps]
I'm glad I caught you at work. I missed you in class today.
I'm a little worried about your study group. I'm not sure you're going to make it.
Nah, don't worry, Professor Howard. I'm not gonna let 'em down.
It's not about you. It's about Fernando.
His brother couldn't handle it, and I'm not sure he can.
I knew Enrique and I know Fernando. He's a rock.
So, it's true. Enrique couldn't take the pressure.
I saw him crack up myself.
I was helping Enrique recruit homeless men for one of Dr. Fein's research projects.
He had us search for this particular fellow named Broad Street Bill.
But when I came in around 11:00 for the night shift...
Enrique started acting really strange.
- He called Dr. Fein. - And after work he went home?
- He went out to do a burial first. - At 11:00 at night?
We do late burials here all the time. It saves money or something.
[Tapping Keyboard]
[Beeping]
Well, Marisa...
if you're dead in my lab, then who's buried in your grave?
[Digging]
[Grunts]
Oh, my God.
Enrique.
They buried you alive.
[Thunderclaps]
[Grunting]
N-No! No! No!
[Grunting, Yelping]
- [Sydney] You had the nightmare again. - So what was it?
Some kind of narcotics experiment?
A nerve-gas test?
Or just the M.R.I. from hell?
Whatever it was, Jarod, it was done without my knowledge.
I'd been sent to Europe during the missing time.
[Sighs] I'm doing everything I can to get you answers.
- [Thunderclaps Continue] - You ever think about death, Sydney?
Not a day goes by where I don't wonder if it could be my last.
Are you ill?
[Laughs] I work at the Centre. There are unsettling changes here.
- Then walk away. - My work here isn't finished...
till you're out of jeopardy...
- you and- - Jacob.
We can't forget our brothers, Sydney.
In life... or in death.
[Beeps Off]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Oh, oh!
[Laughing] You were so quiet, l-
You must get a lot of that around here.
Oh, um, funny. Yeah.
I was waiting for you.
Your brother asked me to give you these vouchers for the cadavers.
Oh, okay. Thanks.
While I was waiting, Detective Keyes came by looking for you.
- Detective Keyes? - Mm-hmm.
You know the one. She's helping Fernando find his brother, Enrique.
Oh, she asked me to give you this.
It's an exhumation order...
for a woman named Hall, Marisa Hall.
It's very interesting.
Detective Keyes came by my lab today...
and she was fingerprinting cadavers.
And there's this pre-dissected cadaver from last year on my slab...
and I'll be dammed if it isn't the very same Marisa Hall.
Who are you?
Someone who wants to know how many more of your customers...
Detective Keyes is going to find in my lab.
And someone who wants to know why Enrique Ramos was buried alive in the grave that he dug.
- Oh, no. - Yes.
- Oh, no. - I dug him up myself.
Unless you want to dig your grave any deeper, I suggest you tell me what he was doing there.
Last Halloween, my brother brought in the body of a homeless man.
He told me to cremate it. Enrique was working later that night...
and when he saw the body, he got really upset, and, uh, he called my brother.
The next thing I know, my brother shows up looking for him.
And I told him Enrique was, uh, digging a plot for the Hall woman.
I just assumed he paid him to leave town.
He wasn't quite that lucky.
[Murmuring]
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Can you believe they've raised the price of snack food?
- Oh, uh- Oh- - No bother.
It's my job to clean up around here anyway.
Name's Brigitte.
- [Chuckles Weakly] - Cat got your tongue, love?
Oh, no. It's just that l-
I thought that I was the only one who actually ate those things around here.
You've company now, Mr. Broots.
- [Elevator Bell Dings] - [Chuckles Nervously]
Hmm.
- Thank you. - By the way...
Mr. Raines isn't in his office today.
I really shouldn't be doing this. Dr. Fein doesn't let anybody into his lab.
He gets really paranoid somebody's gonna poach his data.
Even when I brought him test subjects, they could only come in one at a time.
- Like the homeless man you were telling me about. - Um, Broad Street Bill?
Yeah, yeah. In fact, Dr. Fein did several tests on him.
- You haven't seen him for almost a year, have you? - No, I haven't.
And you never will. No one will.
Raines had nothing at all on Mr. Lyle. It's like- It's like he didn't exist.
[Miss Parker] Then why are you wetting your pants?
Why? Because of that Brigette.
Rumor is she's an assassin, and I know she saw me coming out of Mr. Raines's office.
And she called me "Mr." Wh-What do you think she means by that?
Broots, forget Princess Ice and start the damn disc.
[Broots] This disc is from Raines's private archives.
- [Sydney] My God, it's Jarod.! - It's from the time you were in Europe.
[Grunting]
[Sighs] See?
Nothing special. Nothing at all. Let's go. Let's get out ofhere. Come on.
- What's in there? - I don't know. He never let me go any farther than here.
[Joel] We really shouldn't be doing this.
[Exhales Forcefully]
What the hell is that?
[Muffled Cries]
No! No!
No!
- Who's that with Mr. Raines? - [Tapping Keyboard]
Mm! Uh! No!
[Jarod Whimpering] No! No!
N-N-No! No! Uh!
"Cardio-benzine."
What?
It's used to slow a patient's heart rate-
in large enough doses...
to stop it.
Uh! No!
[Screaming]
Show me the gauges, Broots.
- [Tapping Keyboard] - [Whispers] My God.
Below freezing.
- There. Stop it. - Wait.
[Tapping Keyboard]
- [Broots] Who-Who is that? - Mr. Lyle.
The freak gets around more than Ed McMahon.
- Who is this guy? - [Whispers] I don't know.
And that's what scares me.
[Screaming]
"Adrenal cortisene."
Dr. Fein's experimental blood pressure drug?
Experimental, yes.
Blood pressure, no.
He was using it to revive heart response.
No!
[Panting]
What did he- What'd he need these for?
When it didn't work.
[Sustained Beep]
Jarod's flatlined.
They were killing him.
- [Paddles Power Up] - Clear!
[Thumping]
- Clear! - [Thumping]
Clear!
That's what they did to me.
Do you think Dr. Fein was trying to kill his subjects?
He killed them all-
for a minute or two anyway.
And then he revived them.
[Whispers] Broad Street Bill?
The one who didn't come back.
- [Doorbell Rings] - [All] Trick or treat!
Who wants Pez?
- [Doorbell Rings] - Trick or treat!
Here you go.
[Beeping]
Dr. Fein? It's Jarod.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but Sheldon was looking for you.
Something about an exhumation order.
Exhumation? Did he say who?
Some woman named Hall. Do you want me to go down there?
A mix-up with the cadavers- Well, that could be very bad for the school.
- No. No, uh, I'll handle it. - Whatever you say, boss.
[Owl Hooting]
[Grunting]
Ahh! Oh!
- Trick or treat. - You scared the hell out of me.
Well, that is, after all, what this holiday is all about.
Isn't it?
Oh, you're too late. He's gone.
- Who's gone? - Enrique.
You know, the young man you killed?
- What kind of sick prank are you trying to play? - Oh, this isn't a prank.
It's a life lesson.
You know, in some cultures they believe...
that the spirit of a man killed in anger returns...
to exact revenge upon his perpetrator.
Spooky, huh?
- I'm gettin' out of here. - Oh, no. You can't leave.
This is the Day of the Dead. And you, sir, are the special guest.
Uh.! Let me out ofhere, Jarod.! This isn't funny.!
I know. It would be awful to be buried alive...
especially with that on your shoe.
[Screaming] Jarod.!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
There's no reason to wake the dead.
You're gonna be joining them soon enough.
Jarod, please!
Did Enrique discover you had killed one of the research subjects he recruited for you?
- You're crazy. - Ah, ah, ah, now!
That is not a very nice thing to say to a man with a shovel!
Is it?
Will you let me out of here? Let me out of here, Jarod, please!
You took an innocent, homeless man, and you turned him into your guinea pig.
Someone to test your heart drug on.
Someone that you didn't think would be missed if it didn't work.
Well, it didn't work, did it?
And someone did miss him: Enrique.
So you buried him alive to save your research. Didn't you?
Didn't you? Didn't you? Didn't you?
Yes. Yes! Now let me out of here!
Screaming isn't gonna help you conserve your oxygen.
And believe me, you're going to need all you can get.
- No! No! No, Jarod! - Happy Halloween.
Jarod.! J- Jarod.! Jarod.!
[Screaming] Jarod! Jarod!
- Hey. - [Knocking]
- J- Jarod.! Jarod.! Jarod.! - Psst!
Wait 15 minutes, then call Detective Keyes.
- Think he's got enough air in there? - Yeah. More than enough.
- J- Jarod.! - But he doesn't need to know that.
- Jarod.! Jarod.! - You know, Bosnia boy...
this is the best Halloween I ever had.
- [Knocking Continues] - Jarod.!
J- Jarod? Jarod.! Jarod.!
Jarod.! Jarod.!
Jarod.! Jar-
- Wow, C-minus, huh? - Will you stop?
- I did not get a C-minus. - Yes, you did. C-minus.
- I did not! I think you got a C-minus. - Yes, very bad. Oh, yeah.
[Chloe] Oh, you, my friend-[Indistinct]
[Machinery Humming, Beeping]
[Labored Breathing]
You were expecting Florence Nightingale?
What do you want?
Answers...
the kind only you can give me.
Your skin grafts are healing nicely.
Hmm.
- [Guttural Gasping] - Mm.
Let's not have another blowout, shall we?
Nobody's going to hear us...
nobody can see us...
- and nobody is going to come save you. - [Whimpers]
It's just you...
and me.
Now...
I want to know...
where my father is.
- [Whimpers] - Where...
is...
- my... father? - Ahh.! Oh.!
l-I don't know.
[Groans]
- Is he dead? - I don't know.
- [Skin Tearing] - [Groaning]
Who... is Mr. Lyle?
- Who is he? - [Groaning]
- [Grunts] - [Pained Groan]
He's the bogeyman.
- [Thunderclaps] - [Jarod] They stopped my heart.
- Why? - [Sydney] I don't know.
Why does Mr. Raines do anything he does?
He wasn't alone. The other man.
Mr. Lyle.
He's here at the Centre now.
I won't let this go.
I promise you that.
Well, neither will I.
- Will you be all right? - I'll survive...
even if it is the Day of the Dead.
[Sydney] Halloween.
Which I happen to be late for- trick-or-treating, you know.
- Dressed as what? - The scariest creature I can think of.
[Doorbell Rings]
[Weakly] Mm, eh, trick or treat.