Painkiller Jane

My name is Jane Vasco.

I could use you on my team.

I work for a secret government agency that hunts Neuros.

People who can do dangerous things with their minds.

On my first assignment...

something a little weird happened,

okay, something really weird.

Until I get some answers I'm getting on with my life,

doing my job...

stocking up on aspirin...

because I gotta tell ya,

pain's a bitch!

Andre?

Sarah.

I'll catch up to you at the meeting.

Sure, I'll see you there.

How are you? You look well.

I feel fine.

And don't worry,

I haven't walked through any walls for a long time.

You look older.

Still handsome, but older.

Not wiser?

You were wise when I met you.

You always wear that well.

If you're wondering, I don't blame you for any of this.

They've taken good care of me here.

Good, I'm glad.

I'm sorry.

- I'm keeping you from your meeting. - I do have to go.

- Maybe we can talk some other time. - Yes.

It's good seeing you.

Where's the boss? I thought he was with you.

He was. He's on his way.

That'd give me a few minutes to finish these protocols.

I was out sampling the local pub scene last night.

I'll be right back.

What do you know about a patient here...

- Whackjob... Freak of nature... - Name's Sarah.

Why are you asking?

Andre seemed to know her.

- More than know her. - Right, people, we've got work to do.

Let's get cracking. Where's Riley?

Let it go.

You have those new patient protocols from Dr. Newman yet?

Just waiting for you, boss.

Looks like a false alarm, sir.

We're finishing our sweep and should've an all-clear in the next five minutes.

We'll need your approval for the all clear. Please.

Security!

How did you...

What do you want?

What do you...!

The answers to so many questions.

They say that when you look into a mirror you see what you want to see.

While the image is a literal reflection of whatever's in front of it,

what we see is clouded by our perception.

Whether it be of beauty, imperfection,

triumph or failure.

Our take on what surrounds us...

is only as real as our take on what is inside us.

It sheds a whole new light on the phrase, "seeing is believing.

Sarah?

Am I interrupting?

I'm sorry about running off when we met yesterday.

I understand, you're working here.

You knew I was here?

Everyone knows you're here, Andre.

Things are a lot better...

because of the changes you and your people have made.

But that's no surprise.

I can't claim that I offered you a better life.

But you did, Andre...

I was doing things I shouldn't have been doing.

You were doing your job.

I always knew something was wrong with me, but I was willing to use it.

Ever since you...

Ever since you chipped me and sent me here...

Believe it or not, life is a lot more normal than it had been.

You don't miss your freedom?

But I don't miss the life I was living,

the things I was doing.

Freedom means different things to different people.

...and bizarre murder has taken place at offices at the national security agency.

Boris Czmerick, a senior officer for the agency was found dead...

Oh, dear god.

...his heart removed from his body.

I've seen that man in a dream.

...no suspect or motive for this brutal crime.

But it was only a dream. A horrible nightmare.

It's all right.

Andre, I have been in that room, I have seen that man!

That's impossible. You just said it was a nightmare.

You probably just saw him on TV before or read about it in the papers.

No, something happened in that room! Something awful!

You have to make it stop, Andre! Please, make it stop!

You have to tell someone, please!

Oh, god, someone help me!

I'll need a full scan, MRI, cross-sections, CTI, everything.

- Laterals? - Might as well. Keep her well-sedated.

I want the results as soon as you have them.

What have you got?

Not much more than you know, boss.

The guy was high up the food chain at ENSA.

No sign of forced entry, and even though an alarm was triggered...

no one saw a thing, not even the cameras.

Whoever got to him didn't use the front door, that's for sure.

Just keep digging, Riley. I'm sure somewhere, someone found something.

- Okay, boss, I'll do my best. - Thank you.

- Talk to me. - She's stabilized.

We're running a full battery of tests.

And the chip?

It's in place and appears to be functioning normally.

Well, then it's impossible that she did what she said she did.

I've worked here long enough to never say "never," agent McBride.

I'll keep you posted.

We've got another problem at customs.

The last shipment of medication wasn't properly labeled.

They say you have to go down and sign for it or they won't release it.

Is there anything else anybody needs me to do?

- No, doctor. I was just told to... - Thanks, I've got it.

Wanna talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about.

Please, you can pull that B.S. on Vasco, but not me.

You have something to say to me, agent King, spit it out.

She's a woman. Chip or no chip, twisted DNA or not, they're all a little freaky.

But most of all, they have a way of making us freaky.

Are you suggesting that I'm letting my personal feelings get involved?

I'm just sayin', be careful and stay on your game.

We got a corpse in town, no idea how the perp got in.

She's saying, "I did it, I did it!"

And we both know she has the talent to have done it.

Is there indication that she or anyone else left the perimeter last night?

No, what the lady's capable of...

This is not a guessing game, agent King!

At present, there's no reason to suspect that Sarah Rogers had either...

the capability, or the opportunity to commit that crime.

Have I made myself clear!

Crystal.

Hey, doc, how are ya'? I'm sorry about this.

- I just need to sign it and get back. - Here ya go. Great.

- I'll bring the pallet from the back. - Thanks.

This is Dr. Thomas. Could you put me through to radiology, please?

Hello, doctor.

How the hell did you...?

What've we got?

One of our doctors, Dr. Thomas, went missing a couple hours ago.

He was last scene at customs, picking up medical supplies.

- Did you do a head count? - First thing we did.

And all patients are accounted for.

All right, hold on.

I think I might have something.

Just pulled this off the security cameras at the customs office.

It's a little bit grainy, but...

What are we looking at?

You've reviewed all the footage?

She was taken to recovery after her tests.

There is no camera in that room but, like the last time, there is...

no images or records of anyone leaving the premises besides Dr. Thomas.

Even if she did walk through the wall, she couldn't be in two places at once.

I understand, sir. I'm just telling you what we know.

What about blind spots in the system?

Like I said, not every room is covered...

but there are no blind spots along any part of the perimeter.

- Did she say anything? - She's pretty shaken.

Keeps talking about doing these things in her dreams.

- And what do you think? - Right now? I don't.

Can I talk to her?

She's groggy from the medication.

I'm not sure what you'll get from her.

Sarah.

Go away, please.

Tell me about your dreams.

- I don't want to talk about them. - You have to.

We need to understand what's going on.

I've had them for years.

Ever since I was a child.

You saw yourself hurting people?

Not always.

Sometimes.

It's hard to explain.

It's as if I could see myself from the outside...

and watch what I was doing.

But the feeling was always the same.

As if I were searching for something.

Searching for what?

I don't know.

As if part of me was missing.

- I told you it was hard to explain. - That's all right, go on.

The dreams stopped for a while after you sent here.

Though they never really frightened me,

I felt relieved that they were gone.

When did they start again?

I don't know. A few months ago.

And then the other night when I murdered that man...

When you dreamt that you murdered that man...

And last night again,

I tortured someone.

A man.

He begged me to stop. And I wanted to make it stop but I couldn't.