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 let me tell ya,

pain's a bitch!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

We've got a problem here!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

What are you waiting for?

Not here.

Not in this house.

Make it stop!

This is special field agent leslie jackson.

Put me through to cooper.

Coop, it's Ij.

Whatever it is with this damn house...

It looks like it's starting all over again.

What the hell is your problem?

A daily ritual.

Cleansing ourselves.

We wash our hair, our bodies, our hands and our teeth.

But with all the lotions, soaps and shampoos,

none of it seems to reach below the surface.

So we do our best to cover up

whatever we're trying to hide.

But with so much concealed,

i often wonder what it will be like when it cracks.

And what lies underneath comes rushing out,

unable to be contained.

A shot of confidence,

i'm out the door to face neuros, pain

and unanswered questions about my special condition.

Seventeen maiden lane.

In the dunbar district.

It's an odd little place.

On the market for years.

Odd, you mean haunted.

When it wouldn't sell,

the f. b.i. Picked it up for a song

and reprovisioned it as a safe house.

Since that time, four year ago

there have been several "incidents."

what exactly is an "incident?"

show up at my place tonight and i'll demonstrate.

Oh, you mean a minor incident.

Oh.

Several witnesses being held at the location

experienced some sort of mental breakdown.

So much for "safe" house.

None of the effects were permanent.

The victims all recovered shortly after leaving the premises.

The bureau's been thorough.

They've pretty much eliminated most of the obvious.

Radon.

Mold.

Gasses.

All of it... Eliminated.

So, now the press has this story.

Senator moreland is requesting a special committee

to investigate the bureau's handling of suspects and witnesses.

They think the bureau's responsible?

The f. b.i. Has been accused of using drugs

and "mind control" tactics to get people to talk.

When they don't give people the answers,

they will fill in the blanks.

Think there's any truth to it?

My contacts at the bureau say no.

So obviously no one scanned for neuros.

Obviously, until now.

if we are dealing with a neuro,

we're gonna have to consider proximity.

Riley's downloaded the city zoning maps.

We've eliminated all the surrounding neighbors.

Well, I got a map for the entrances

to the main sewer lines, if that helps.

Alight, you guys cover inside.

We'll take the perimeter.

Just in case something goes bump in the night...

you'll be outside so i have nothing to fear.

Did you feel something?

Yeah, a draft.

Upstairs or down?

Up.

I'll check down here.

Basements.

Mom?

Nothing out on the perimeter, anything here?

Uh, no.

Not that I can find.

Where's maureen?

She's downstairs.

You alright?

Yeah, yeah, i'm fine.

And... and that's when you came up behind me.

And... whatever it was that I saw...

Wasn't.

What do you mean?

The room was...

as it was as it was when i first came into it.

Why didn't you tell me this on site?

I was a little freaked out at the time.

A- and I didn't know what the hell was going on.

Do you know now?

No.

But i know what i saw.

Ok so the woman that you saw, did you see her face?

No, no.

It all happened so fast, and...

She was gone.

Is this her?

Picked these up off of nsa's satellites.

This was time-stamped when the last f. b.i.

"incident" occurred.

No, that's not her.

I thought you said you didn't see her face.

Yeah.

I didn't but...

I'm just saying the coloring and the shape, it's, it's not...

sue me, alright?

It's not the woman i saw!

Anyways,

i'm running her against the facial recognizance database.

Nothing so far.

She might've been just passer by.

Almost makes you start believing in ghosts.

Well, whatever is going on in that house

and we're not going to solve it from down here.

Boss, if you give me another day...

No, the FBI is under a lot of pressure.

Hope you didn't make plans for this weekend.

Pack for a few days.

We're moving in.

I told you what i saw.

I don't know why it warrants a special interrogation.

Is that what you think this is?

It's what it feels like.

Given everything you told me,

i have the distinct impression that you haven't told me everything.

I told you what i saw.

But there's more, isn't there?

What you saw meant something to you.

Yeah, maybe that i was losing my mind.

It's so simple,

just tell me what you're not telling me.

I'm pretty good at reading my people.

Well, maybe you should try reading one of these.

Because you're certainly not doing a very good job reading me.

You're off the case, jane.

What?

Why?

Because i believe whatever you saw in that house affected you deeply.

So deeply you can scarcely talk about it,

and that makes you unreliable.

Hey, i'm the one that heals and recovers quickly, remember?

Only on the outside.

Get some rest.

You're sitting this one out.

The kitchen's fully stocked if anyone's hungry.

This feel to you guys like one of those movies

where everybody goes in the old house and nobody survives

because they all just get...

Riley, whatever's going on in this house has a rational explanation.

Yeah... That's exactly what the scientist always says.

You know what, he's also always wrong.

We secure here?

Just have to finish up in the basement.

Then do it.

That's great, just great.

Sure, riley, we need you on site.

Why don't you just go down to the basement

set up some wires and die.

Great idea.

Thanks andre.

These guys ever watch movies?

Who the heck goes down into the basement alone?!

The first guy to get it, that's who!

Nothing down here, that's good.

That's easy, that's easy.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...

The spirit of a dead child.

That's the worst.

That's always the worst.

Security breach in the kitchen, security breech!

I'm on it, backdoor.

It's okay.

I don't eat much.

We're a team, mcbride.

If you think it's worthy of a court martial, go for it.

But i'm in.

Every entry and exit is covered.

If anyone comes in or leaves...