Mirrors 2 Page #2

That would impress even yours truly.

Yeah, me too, Pete.

Me too.

- Dr. Beaumont?

- Yes?

Do you really believe all that, your

explanation for what's happening to me?

Well, of course.

There's really no other explanation.

And the fact that it's

all related to the mirrors...

that that's how

I'm seeing these visions?

Mco naissance.

What's that?

It's a French term from Jacques Lacan's

mirror stage of psychoanalytic theory.

The ego is a product

of false reflections.

Mco naissance-

when the subject is alienated

from his or her self.

In English?

Nobody sees anything in a mirror...

that isn't simply a part of them...

not even things

they think they're seeing.

Every culture has its own particular

myth set regarding mirrors.

In Korea, for example...

it's believed that a person's soul

can be trapped inside of a mirror...

as it leaves the body.

You've heard the old adage, a cracked

mirror brings seven years bad luck.

And even here

in the South's recent past...

it was not uncommon to cover

all of the mirrors in a house...

where the wake of a deceased person

was being held.

There's even a clinical diagnosis...

for an intense fear of mirrors

called spectrophobia.

Lots of psychic baggage

in them there mirrors.

So I guess

I'm doing pretty well, then?

In light of all you've been through...

combined with all the superstitions

we hold regarding mirrors...

I'd say you're doing

pretty good indeed.

How are you holding' up?

Fine.

Your father didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

Jenna McCarty,

the woman you met the other day...

she died last night.

They found her in her apartment.

How did she die?

The police said she fell through glass.

It ripped her head off.

It was a horrible accident.

Such a tragedy.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm... just surprised.

You sure?

Yeah.

- Will you call me if you need anything?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

I still can't believe it.

Hello?

Are you here? It's me.

Hello?

Oh, God.

I'm really starting to lose it again.

"P." "P." Parker.

Where's the number?

God!

Oh, God!

Hi. You've reached Ryan's

answering machine.

I'm unable to get up

and get the phone right now...

so leave me a message with your name

and your phone number...

- Come on, goddamn it.

- and I will get back to you shortly.

Take care.

You ever seen a 10-56 like that?

I'm not sure.

One thing I know-

This is the second death of an employee

who worked at the Mayflower.

The third, if you count the girl

who went missing two months ago.

- Officer.

- Yes, sir.

The witnesses.

Where'd you put 'em?

Hey, Pic.

Check out the badge.

He's definitely a person of interest.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, Dad.

What time is it?

I don't know. It's late.

What's going on, Max?

I'm just- I'm calling

to let you know that I'm-

I'm gonna be quitting my job.

Are you all right?

No, not really.

I can't keep working there.

It's too much.

Too much?

Yeah.

I think I'm seeing things again.

I'm really sorry.

I don't care about the job.

Just-

- I need to know that you're okay.

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

Stop by tomorrow and drop off

your ID badge and all that, you know.

Yeah, I will.

Thank you for understanding, Dad.

Max, I'm your father...

and I do support you.

You know that.

Yeah, I do.

Okay.

Get some rest.

Okay.

What's wrong with you?

Dad!

Dad!

Max, what are you doing here?

I know what I need to do.

I came by-

- I changed my mind.

- Good for you.

I wanna stay at the Mayflower.

Come here.

Give me one.

Thank you.

It's gonna be okay.

Yeah, I know.

We don't know why things happen

the way that they do...

but they have a tendency

to work themselves out.

Everything happens for a reason, Max.

Yeah. Right.

Are you hungry?

Want a slice?

I'm good.

- Can you hold up a sec?

- Just need a minute.

May I help you?

Detective Huston, Homicide.

Detective Piccirilli.

What he said.

Homicide?

We just come by to ask you

a few questions...

about some fellow employees

at the Mayflower...

see if you might know anything about 'em

that might be of interest to us.

We went by your house.

You weren't there.

Okay. And?

And why don't you tell us.

Tell you what?

You heard about one

Miss Jenna McCarty, correct?

Yes.

And you were also at the home...

of Mr. Ryan Parker earlier tonight,

weren't you?

Yeah. But-

Then certainly you must have

gathered that he was dead, right?

Right.

Brutally murdered, as a matter of fact.

Hence, homicide.

Plural, actually, Pic.

Homicides, with an S.

You're right, man.

There've been two homicides...

involving employees

of the Mayflower this week.

Since you were

at the scene of the crime tonight-

And in charge of security-

it stands to reason that you might have

an opinion or two about these matters.

Am I a suspect?

No.

- Not yet.

- Not yet?

Not officially.

What, not officially?

At this point the only thing

you're suspected of...

is being a lousy security guard.

So, why were you out front

of the deceased's home earlier tonight?

Kind of a creepy coincidence,

don't you think?

No.

I don't think

it was a creepy coincidence.

Not at all.

And I might be a lousy security guard,

but it seems to me that the two of you are...

not too much better

at the detective stuff.

If you'd have done your homework,

you would've seen that...

Mr. Parker is

the vice president of operations...

here at this particular branch

of the Mayflower Department Store.

And per protocol,

if anything goes wrong, it is my duty...

to contact Mr. Parker immediately.

Why not just call him?

As soon as you stop badgering me

and you get back to your work...

you'll be happy to see that the phone

records indicate that I did, in fact...

try to call Mr. Parker.

Probably, I might add, during the time at

which Mr. Parker was being, as you say...

brutally murdered.

Might be kind of hard for me

to have been the one killing him too.

So you ran over

to the deceased's home...

to let him know you were

having a problem with-

With the mirrors.

So unless there are any other questions,

I'd really like to get back to my work.

- No more questions.

- For now.

- We just wanted to stop by.

- Say hi.

And let you know that

we got our eye out on you.

I feel so much safer knowing that.

Thank you very much, Detectives.

I don't understand.

Who are you?

What do you want?

She worked here.

- Hello?

- Hi. Is this Elizabeth Reigns?

Hi. Elizabeth.

Hi. I'm Max.

Hi.

You wanna talk about my sister?

You said you might have some information.

Yeah.

I think maybe I've seen her recently.

Where?

At the Mayflower.

Where at the Mayflower?

In the mirrors.

What- In the mirrors?

What do you mean, in the mirrors?

Yeah, I know it sounds crazy...

but I see her reflection

in the mirrors.

And I-

Then I turn around and she's gone.

She's not there anymore.

I don't know

who put you up to this.

My sister, my little sister Eleanor has

been missing for almost two months now.

And you just turn this

into some kind of joke.

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