(I "Everybody (Backstreet? Back)" by The Backstreet Boys)
- Justine. Let me give you a hand. - You enjoy this. It doesn't last forever.
(all sing “Happy Birthday to You“)
- Let me help you with that knife, Jordan. - I can do it, Grandpa.
I know you can, but it's your birthday and I wanna do it with you.
(laughter)
- Hey! No fair. - Somebody's using trick candles.
(door bell)
- What is it? - Package came for Jordan.
- From who? - Well, it's just an address.
Maybe it's a birthday present.
I think they could use some help in there.
I think so, too.
(Jordan) Daddy, smile.
- What did you get there? - Look, a real camera.
- What was it, Frank? - Nothing.
It was for me. It was for me.
We ran the adhesive on the glue flap. Prints, hair, fibre.
Whoever sent these is being very careful.
The return address is a storefront postal service in Richmond.
We hoped the sender would have bought the
express envelope there but there's no record.
Frank, you got no idea who may have sent these to you?
- None at all? - None.
Are these the first such photos you've received, Mr Black?
I've asked Special Agent Boxer to sit in on this.
He's been working threat assessment in the corporate workplace,
where they are very familiar with such an act.
- I've had photos sent to me before. - But you knew who sent those?
They were the MO of a killer that we caught and is now dead.
I've had some sent to me in the last three years, when I retired briefly.
They were of my... They were snapshots of my daughter and my wife.
That man is deceased as well.
And these are the first you've received since then?
Since my wife died.
These are different, aren't they?
- They've never been of me. - These aren't exactly of you.
These pictures have been digitally altered by a computer and retaken with a camera.
Pictures of pictures, if you will.
Do these images mean anything special, Mr Black?
They're all sent for the same reason. To scare me.
To terrorise my family.
He'll only be successful if I allow that to happen.
I wouldn't discount this latest threat, Frank.
It's an old tactic, but a fresh effort.
Then give him an A for effort, Andy.
It's been my experience...
little else can be done.
Frank'?
What are you looking for?
- Answers. - You told Boxer there's little to be done.
I don't want that guy thinking he can get into my head.
- He's good at what he does. - I don't care.
I know what the prescription is. What he's gonna tell me to do is run.
Why not, if you're afraid? He wouldn't blame you.
I'm not gonna run, Emma. I'm gonna find out who's doing this.
How far will you go to do that? What will you risk?
- Why? - I think I know a place to start.
It's been scanned and digitally enhanced. That's how I saw it.
We've lost detail in the photo but in the blow-up you can see it's blue ceramic tile.
- This could be any bathroom. - There's a chip in one of the tiles.
This person is someone who knows you. Or someone you know.
Someone with access to your life.
I'd prefer that this didn't get out, Emma. Especially to Boxer.
Boxer gave me a profile to work off. He said it would be someone close to you.
Yeah.
He also says you know more than you're saying about the photos.
Well, he's right.
Why keep that a secret?
Because that's what it is. A secret. My secret.
Something no one else would have any way of knowing. A childhood fear.
There was this pond.
I was with my brothers.
They used to go swimming in this swimming hole. At night with their friends.
And on this night, they let me go with them.
It was a deep pond fed by an underground spring.
The water was cold and dark. Couldn't even see your feet most of the time.
Always gave me the creeps, even in the daytime.
The big boys were diving down, seeing how long they could hold their breath.
But! Was afraid, and some of my brothers' friends, they started to tease me.
Come on, go under.
Then one of them decided to play a trick on me.
- (laughter) ' (boy) Loser!
You were afraid you were gonna drown.
Yeah, I was.
But this night was different.
One of my brothers didn't think it was very funny.
That was so good.
Where'd he go?
I let go of him. I let go of him but he won't come up.
- He's just goofing around. - No, he's not. This is serious.
I can't find him. Go get your dad.
I got him. Help me.
- He's dead. - Help me!
- He's not breathing. - Help me, dammit!
Hurry!
I've never been so soared in my life.
Then my dad came, and the fire department.
And they threw a blanket over the body.
I've never been able to get it out of my mind.
It's haunted me.
Whoever sent this... knows it.
You know, this might sound strange, but...
I felt it in my head
before those photos were ever sent.
We should get the PD in here, Frank.
- Let them dust for prints. - It's a waste of time.
You should call a locksmith, then.
- How come we got new locks, Dad? - Cos the old ones got old.
- They don't work any more? - Not like they used to.
- Do all locks have different keys? - Uh-huh.
- That's a lot of keys. - Yeah. You're right about that.
When I get a new house, I'm gonna give you a key to it. OK?
You'd better.
So you can come anytime you want. And come to all my birthday parties.
I might just surprise you.
Even when I get old, like you and Grandpa.
Gee.
- You're the boss. - Say you promise, Daddy.
As long as I can blow out the candles. Lights out.
Good night, Supergirl.
Good night.
(Jordan) Help, Daddy!
Jordan.
Jordan?
No! Daddy, help!
Daddy, no!
Hey!
' Bye-bye. - Bye.
I appreciate everybody coming out. Everything's OK.
I had the paramedics look at me. I'm fine.
You're lucky.
They crossed the line, Frank. This is a new level of threat. He's got courage now.
- I sent my daughter to her grandparents'. - I think you should leave too, Frank.
- I won't be driven out. - Nobody is...
I'm not goin' anywhere. That's what he wants.
Isn't that what he's hoping for? To get to me?
- Did you get a look at him, Frank? - No.
Nothing? No description at all?
He's been up all night. I'm sure you could use some sleep.
I'd like everybody to get out of my house.
Think they'll find anything up there, Frank? Prints?
Anything?
Excuse me.
Agent Hollis?
- How well do you know him? - Frank?
Pretty well, I think.
You know, I've seen this before.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Agents too long on the job. A tendency to overdramatise, even fabricate scenarios.
You think he's making it up?
We're not gonna find any evidence in the house.
He can't ID the intruder and he won't leave the house.
Like I said, I've seen it before.
You think he sent those photos to himself?
He could have taken that. Altered it. He has access to the equipment.
You're talking about a breakdown.
I'm talking about the beginnings of a breakdown.
It could very possibly get worse.
There are no prints on the walls upstairs, on the banister or the front door.
There are no tracks outside in the garden. No indication of any point of entry.
Anyone turned up a camera?
Only the snapshot which Boxer's looking into.
The only thing he's looking into is my credibility.
Come on, Frank. You know how it works. It's victimology.
- I'm not a suspect. - We don't have a suspect.
We don't have evidence. Which Boxer finds kinda strange.
- And so do you. - (sighs)
Frank, what are you hiding?
- Nothing. - Frank.
Frank.
(Frank) Father Yahger?
Yes?
I was in your church a long time ago. I'm not a Catholic, but my wife was.
My name is Frank Black.
Her name was Catherine.
She passed away last year.
Yeah.
You came to see me?
I had nowhere else to go.
- Is this a spiritual matter? - Yes.
I mean... But it's unusual.
I feel the presence of evil, but I don't know if it's real.
Or if it's something... someone playing with my fears.
Sit down, Mr Black.
Thank you.
You believe the Church can protect you? Is that it?
- I had nowhere else to turn. - Have you considered a psychiatrist?
I've been there, Father. I work with the FBI.
This is not about psychiatry.
I've been having visions.
A man broke into my house last night.
I saw his face.
If I were to tell anyone who I thought it was, they'd think I'd lost my mind.
It was a man I captured ten years ago.
A man who's dead.
I don't know you, Mr Black. I don't know about your business or your life.
I knew Catherine. I was very sad to hear about her.
Thank you.
I know when we see visions of the deceased, we are moved.
We can't help but feel it an omen. Often of mortality.
- Have you reconciled Catherine's death? - I have grieved terribly. Terribly.
But, yes, I have.
How about your own?
What you don't understand is there are people out there
that are responsible for what happened to Catherine.
(therapist) When your wife died, you said you felt you had betrayed her.
- This was only nine months ago? - Yes.
This was not a naturally occurring phenomenon. This was a murder.
Not just of my wife but of everyone that was killed in the outbreak.
Frank's wife died in a viral outbreak and he believes it was a planned mass murder.
(therapist) You're here because you have people who need you to get well.
I'm not so sure I want to this time.
Who authorised his return to work to the FBI?
Assistant Director McClaren.
And what was your recommendation?
You know I can't share my notes or files on this.
He shouldn't have come back, should he?
- He was mentally incapacitated. - He lost his wife.
To a viral outbreak? Has it ever been proven or corroborated?
It was proven there was a widespread release
of a biotoxin in Seattle where Frank lived.
But never conclusive evidence of who released it.
Has Mr Black himself ever been investigated?
- For his wife's death? - Wait a second!
We're talking about a man who's made a
career out of hunting down violent criminals,
getting inside their heads.
Who, to be successful, has to live with the
knowledge of the most base and horrible acts
and the unthinkable human impulses that drive them.
So horrible as to become... unreal.
But when reality itself becomes subjective,
when the connection between who you are and what you know commingle and confuse
to the point where the hunter so identifies with the hunted, he becomes him.
Hi.
Evacuate this room now! Get everybody out!
We have a possible mass contagion. Everybody out! Now!
(alarm bell)
- Hey, not you. - Why do I have to stay?
You came into contact with the envelope. Get on the phone!
Alert the CDC.
Are you certain?
Are you absolutely certain?
All right.
- It's a false alarm. - Are they sure?
They opened the envelope. It was mail forwarded from Frank's old address.
- Did you talk to him? - I just had a long conversation with him.
He's cumin' out.
Frank.
Hollis.
He's not coming back.
Frank's leaving the FBI.
Frank'?
Frank, please. I know you're home. I just need to talk to you.
You can't shut yourself off like this.
You can't take your phone off the hook and make the whole world just go away.
Frank, I wanna help you.
Out of the car! Out of the car! Down on the ground!
Do it!
Hands in the air. Drop the camera.
- Drop it! - Just take it.
- I said drop it. - I'm not gonna drop it.
- Is there anything else you wanna wreck? - Who are you?
Identification's in my front pocket.
You've got no right. Absolutely no right.
We're just keepin' tabs on him. Didn't expect a demolition derby.
You're spying on him.
You know what he's been doin' the last two days, Hollis?
- Been to see his priest. - So?
- For what? - For what? Hm...
Well, I wish we knew for what. But, based on
his Internet activity, I got a pretty good idea.
He spent two days logged on to websites dealing with possession, demonology,
exorcism, millennial prophecy.
This is persecution.
- You're invading his privacy. - Listen, my concern is for the FBI.
And what it'll look like if he turns this delusional paranoia on somebody else.
So you're building a case against him. What you should be trying to do is help him.
I am trying to help him, Agent Hollis.
By making sure I'm there when he snaps.
I think you know why I'm here.
You think I've betrayed a trust. I showed them only one of our files, Frank.
It was one you'd authorised for me to show the FBI.
Someone has been in your files, who knows my fears.
My files are here, locked in my desk. I'm going to warn you, Frank.
- I just wanna know who it is. - They think you're delusional.
I don't know how to prove them wrong. I don't know how to prove I'm not.
- What is it, then? - I have a gift.
I see what the killer sees. I imagine what he thinks.
I put myself in his head.
But not the victim's. I've never known what he feels as he sees death coming.
The helplessness.
But you feel it now.
- Is someone trying to kill you? - I don't know.
I don't know, but I feel I can't stop it.
Father? I'm Emma Hollis. I work with Frank Black.
I'm sorry, I'll have to tell you the same thing I told the others. I can't help.
I'm here as a friend.
I want to help him, Father. If you know any way,
if you have any idea what he's going through,
I need to know.
Then this is about you.
How can we know if there is such a thing as evil?
We take it on faith as we accept God.
But if we fear it, do we not misplace our faith?
Evil dwells where fear lives.
In a heart without fear, evil can find no purchase.
- I don't think I understand. - God, love, goodness.
Those things reside in our connections with other people. Those ties must be strong,
or evil takes root.
It is those who feel the strongest that evil wants most.
You think it's real? You don't think it's in his head.
I told you before, I can't talk about Frank.
Then nothing to be done, nothing I can do to reach him.
Let your strength equal his fear.
When it comes for you.
(mobile phone rings)
Emma Hollis.
Emma, it's Frank. Where are you?
I'm...
- at St Timothy's Parish. - I'm on my way. I need to speak with you.
(man) He was here.
Frank.
Who are you?
You think you can help him?
You think you can know him?
Know his fear?
To explain it and make it go away?
I know you. What do you want?
To show you Frank's fear... is real.
And that all your science and understanding
and psychiatry are powerless against it.
Frank'?
Frank, is that you?
Frank'?
No! No!
Please! Please! Please!
Somebody! Somebody! Somebody!
Please! Please!
Help me! Anybody?
- Frank? - Father, Agent Hollis is with you?
No, but I heard screams outside.
There are two FBI agents in that car. Tell them to get paramedics.
- Tell them what? - Tell them to get them up here.
Emma.
- How'd you know she'd be in there, Frank? - I don't know.
I just did.
You slipped your surveillance this afternoon, Frank.
We followed to a neighbourhood. You parked your car. Disappeared. You were running.
A woman almost died out there. Do you care about that? Do you?
You and I need to take a drive, Frank.
You came to see her.
Why?
It wasn't me.
You just had a burning desire to visit your therapist, kitchen knife in your hand?
Someone stole it from my house. Someone's doing this.
Same person that put Agent Hollis in that coffin, right?
Look, I don't have the stomach to charge you.
It would be easier if you just told the truth.
Charge me or get out of my way.
I got nothin' but time, Frank.
(phone rings)
- Hello. - Frank.
You're answering your phone. I wasn't expecting you.
- How are you feeling, Emma? - I'm fine.
I've been given medical leave, but I'm fine. They've asked me not to call you.
- You should listen to them. - How did you find me?
I need to know how you knew.
I saw you.
In my head.
I saw you buried, saw your face.
But how can that be?
I don't know. I've been la yin' here for days.
You saved my life, Frank. You say someones in your head, so who was it saved me?
Who was it? Frank, answer me. I need to know.
What?
I need to know because someone's been in my head, too.
- Frank? - There's someone in the house.
Frank'? Frank'?
Dammit.
Hey!
Frank!
No!
(Gunshot)
Emma?
Hi.
It's OK.
(Frank) I've been given the gift of insight.
Of seeing in the dark and seeing into the darkness of men's hearts and minds.
I know what evil is.
I've seen it. Felt it.
Tasted it. Inhaled the demon breath of its ancient powers.
The same powers prophesied through history are now marshalling.
Who is witness to this? Have we stopped
listening to prophets, the seers and sayers?
I have misjudged my gift. If I see in the darkness it's because there is light.
And it is the light which guides me now.
The light that will not go out, that will lead us out of the dark night
if we let ourselves feel this, too.
It will protect me, as it protects those around me.
Even as ancient forces try to steal our breaths.
Seven years of trials and tribulations. Seven plus one, the prophets tell us.
Is this the end? The last year of this peace?
Or the beginning?
Visiontext Subtitles: Simon Campbell
(child) I made this!
ENGLISH - SDH