Harry: My father used to say our limitations defined us. He couldn't work real magic so he had to settle for card tricks and well-trained rabbits. I can't use high-tech gizmos, so I make do with a rotary phone and a gas stove. And Bob is, well... Bob.
Sid: You want me to check for animal fat? Sure, I'll check for animal fat.
Murphy: Well, if you find anything, tell me.
Harry: Oh, yeah, same goes for you.
Murphy: No, it doesn't.
Bob: I should have kept her here; I should have persuaded her to stay. But I am entrapped, dead, useless, insubstantial puff of air. I might as well be a painting on the wall.
Harry: Hey, Bob, if you were useless, I would have tossed your skull in the trash years ago.
Bob: I don't want your… that's actually very reassuring, thank you.
Bob: Or a joyride? Stolen car, stolen body... you know, two entities occupying the same space.
(Bob walks backwards "into" Harry, who quickly steps aside)
Harry: Would you please not do that? That gives me the heebie-jeebies, and you know it!
Bob: That's something, anyway.
Bob: Red light.
Bob: Red light on your... phone-contraption-thing. It's blinking.
Harry: Is that thing working?
Bob: Yes, apparently so.
Harry: I never went to college. No money, no connections. Those ivy-covered walls always seemed like a barrier. People like me need not apply. So I never got a chance to study subjects, be part of the student body and things.
Harry: Locked doors and dead-ends. That's where half my investigations lead. With the right kind of persuasion, almost any lock can be convinced to... open. It's the dead-ends that are the problem. And Raychelle Banyon was very dead.
Harry: I saw what I saw. There's dark magic there, okay?
Morgan: There's dark magic everywhere. The world is drowning in it. The High Council wages war against it every second of every day.
Morgan: Can I ask you a question? Why do you care so much?
Harry: Are you serious?
Harry: Where were you when my father was murdered? Were you off waging war somewhere more important?
Morgan: We can't be everywhere.
Harry: No. But you could at least be somewhere, occasionally.
Morgan: (to Harry)I have no idea what you're up against, other than your own desire to martyr yourself or those who don't know you, don't like you, don't understand you. You're trying to save everyone, or just yourself?
Harry: But Murphy hadn't watched that girl die. I had. And the look in her eyes meant that I couldn't leave it alone. So, it was time to do a little surveillance... bugging, even. Now, I don't have access to any kind of high-tech spy stuff, but... I get by.
Butters: Um, anyhoo, our vic was pulverized. He was pounded to death, maybe by a sledge hammer or jackhammer. Oh, maybe a maul. Its a medieval weapon, it's like a mace, only bigger.
Murphy: Let's write it up as "large unknown blunt instrument."
Bob: Well, if I'm right, those boys are in the grip of something terrible, and I do mean grip.
Harry: "La Main de Gloire."
Bob: (shudders) Your accent is atrocious.
Harry: "The Hand of Glory."
Bob: Thank you.
Bob: But let me ask you this. Those boys chose to use the hand. They could have ignored Caleb's call. They've stolen, they've murdered, they've sacrificed one of their own. Are they really worth saving?
Harry: Raychelle thought so.
Harry: They say the rich are different. They have nicer cars and people to pick up their dirty clothes behind the walls of their gold-plated castles. But money can't buy you the perfect child... or the perfect parent. Rich or poor, teenagers are still teenagers. They lie, cheat, steal, and act out to get attention. So whose attention was Brady Whitfield trying to get?
Harry: We're raised with our parents' limitations. They can stumble... and fall... and take us down with them. But, if we're lucky, we also get their love. Enough love that the limitations don't matter. Dante had been one of the lucky ones... but his luck was in critical condition. I may not have known where to find Brady, but I sure knew where I could find Dante.
Harry: (regarding Caleb) He's getting stronger, he's getting more powerful... he's getting more and more alive.
Bob: And soon he'll be free.
Bob: No, I've made my peace with my... situation.
Harry: Since when?
Bob: I will never escape. Only your uncle held that key... and he's gone.
Harry: Ain't that a shame.
Bob: He had his moments.
Harry: Did Dante deserve to be saved? Well, Dante didn't steal for money or attention. He stole to help his mother. That was something. Plus, unlike his friends, he tried to resist the Hand. And, bottom line, saving Dante was what Raychelle hired me to do. She paid with her life and I was going to honor that.
Dante: So, you set this all up for me?
Harry: For Raychelle. Because she loved you. And besides, we all make mistakes. It's what we do next that matters.
Dante: Thank you.
Harry: Don't thank me. Make it right.
Harry: Walls. They're everywhere. They define us… limit us. We can try to go around them, break through them, or give up and let them close us in. But every once in a while, if we're lucky, someone opens a door. And then it's up to us to have the courage to walk through.
Injoke: The name of the fraternity is Psi Phi Xi: a reference to the SciFi Channel.
Canada: March 11, 2007 on SPACE
UK: March 28, 2007 on Sky1
New Zealand: December 20, 2007 on Prime
The fraternity that the possessed boys belong to is Psi Phi Xi - the first two letters are pronounced "Sci Fi." Could this be an inside joke - an allusion to the network producing the series?
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