Does that make the perpetrators some kind of psychic parasites? Is the host soul killed or forced into submission? Can you be put into the body of an animal? That would suck. Maddie has a vague recollection of what went down the night before. Marcus took them to Chinatown, they got a “9” book from some lady, an envelope of cash, and a set of keys. The book is a sort of instruction manual, reassuring the reader that reincarnation is no big whoop and that death is the lie religion has been telling people for millennia. Is it wrong that I want the “9” book to read like the Beetlejuice “Handbook for the Recently Deceased”? Meanwhile Richard shows up at Maddie’s home, again posing as an FBI agent, and starts asking her distraught parents a lot of uncomfortable questions, finally revealing that Maddie’s mother has been cheating on her husband. This has the anticipated effect of getting the parents out of the house so Richard can poke around. He then goes to Portland and visits the lady in Chinatown who gives him a cussing out for shoehorning Marcus into the little girl. She immediately regrets said cussing out when Richard pulls out his gun and starts killing people. Already in Seattle, Jack Whelan shows up at Amy’s office and decides to play it straight; just a dutiful husband returning his wife’s phone. Clever minx! He wants to stay on her good side so he can find out who she’s plotting to kill him with. Unfortunately her bosses says they weren’t expecting Amy, but that barely phases Jack who either did a lot of undercover work as a cop or recently took an acting class. Unflappable! While there, he remembers an earlier incident: Amy waking up speaking a foreign language and refering to herself in the third person (maybe she was possessed by a professional athlete; I am looking at you, Floyd Mayweather). The soundly thrashed goons limp off and George basically tells Jack to go fuck himself. Can you really blame him? After the ass kicking, Jack gets a call from Amy, who very calmly tells him that she is at home. Nice. Finally, filling in for the recently deceased Oz Turner (and taking the added precaution of transmitting his pirate radio show from his pirate van while armed with an AK-47), is Tim Truth. He has a message for Oz Turner’s assassin: he and the other paranoid, unwashed, nerds will never forget and are committed to helping Bob Anderson (wife and son gunned down last episode) evade capture. Which I find interesting. How do the unwashed conspiracy theorists know that Bob is a good guy? Overall, this was a great second episode. The tone and pacing were much more even. The creepy level was well maintained, and I didn’t feel like anyone beat me over the head with plot. James Frain even did a pretty good job convincing me he was a badass in his Chinatown fight sequence (despite the liberal use of shaky cam). However, since we are watching on Saturday night, I propose making an Intruders drinking game: take a drink every time Richard pulls a dick move, kills someone, or if Jack says “My wife Amy is missing.”