All language subtitles for Strangeland.1998.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Welcome.

Here we go.
Donna, check this guy out.

What kind of name
is Captain Howdy ?

Do you like hip-hop ?
Love it.

What's "IM me" ?
Not "IM me."

"I," period,
"M," period,
me.

Instant message.

Now we can talk to him
one on one.

Whoa. Let me
get this straight.

You're going on a blind date
with a screen name ?
Who is this guy ?

Where have you been ?

Someday we'll meet, marry
and have cybersex with
the man of our dreams on-line.

Everything I need to know
about this guy is right here.

Feel better ?
I guess so.

Hey,
he didn't invite you.

Just kidding.

Get his address.

Mike ?

Mike !

Yes, Toni ?
What is it ?

Do you, uh,
notice anything ?

I don't know.
What am I lookin' for ?

Genevieve didn't
come home last night.

Didn't she stay at Tiana's ?
Yeah. She probably
spent the night.

I'm gonna kill her
for not calling me.

That better be her.

Hello ?

Oh, Mary Ann.
I'm glad you called.

What ?

Bye-bye.

That was
Tiana's mom.

She didn't
come home either.

Mommy !
Aah !

- There.

- That's better.

Try not to speak.

Jesus Christ.

Here all night ?

Everything's slow motion
but the clock.

Goddamn machine.

What'd you do with
the N.C.I.C. printouts ?

N.C.I.C. ?

The F.B.I.
computer search.

I asked you to phone in
the request for a list
of all known sex offenders.

You told me
you'd take care of it.

What, do I gotta do
everything here myself ?

Hey, look,
I'm on your side.
Okay ?

I just got here.

It should've been done
yesterday.

Our success depends
on the other guy
screwin' up, Christian.

We don't make mistakes.
Ever.

Sure you don't want
some decaf ?

Hey, look, why don't you
just go home, grab a shower,
get some rest, whatever ?

I'll phone the F.B.I.
and get the list.

Anything turns up,
I'll page you.

I promise.
Anything turns up,
I'm gonna page you.

Just go home.
Okay ?

Yeah.

The minute I hear anything,
so will you. Mm-hmm.

Yeah,
I'll call you later.

Okay ?
Okay.

That was Tiana's mom.

She's a mess.

She wants to know
what's going on.
Like I know something.

She knows
more than I do.

Toni, I tell you everything
that relates to the case.

Hey, I know the drill.

God.

I can't help
Genevieve...

if my concerns
as her father...

override my objectivity
as a detective.

You know this.
Yeah, well,
it might help me.

Are you gonna let us in,
or do I have to cook dinner
out here on the porch ?

Forty-eight hours ?
Let me ask you something.

Do you have any kids ?

Yeah ?

Well, let's just imagine
he's been missing
for two days...

and some asshole file clerk
tells you that's it's
gonna be two more days...

until you get
the information you need
to find him.

Right.
You got 12 hours,
not a minute more.

This is Christian.
What do you got ?

How are you
holding up ?

Awful.

I just want to scream.

You have every right,
baby.

How's Michael ?

The man of steel.

He's a good man.
Don't think that
he's not torn apart too.

Who can tell ?

Do you ever go on-line,
Uncle Mike ?

No.

It's pretty cool.

Why is that,
Angela ?

Well, you can
e-mail people anywhere.

You could write 'em
a letter, too,
pick up the phone.

No.
It's more than that.

I don't have to be me.

Sometimes I pretend
I'm some goody-two-shoe
prom queen...

and then I can change
my on-line name and become
a hell-raising "B" girl.

I met-- I-I've chatted
with some killer guys.

It's all right.

Girls ever go out
with any of these guys ?

It's okay, Angela.

I'm not gonna
say anything.

Well, yeah.

How about Genevieve ?
She ever go with a boy
she met on-line ?

Sure, sometimes.

Where are
the rites of passage ?

The initiations
for the young to endure ?

How can they ever hope...

to become true adults
without them ?

We live in a world
filled with people...

wearing
middle-aged bodies,

yet they stumble
to a crawl...

with their childlike minds.

We must all go through
a rite of passage,

and it must be physical.

It must be painful...

and it must...

leave a mark.

I think we got it !
Yeah.

Frank !

I think
we got it !

You sure you want to
oversee this deal ?
I don't have a choice.

So, what do we got ?

Evenin', Tom.
Detective.

Okay, a couple of hunters
spotted these tire tracks
veering off into the water.

You ready ?
Yeah.

- You ready back there ?
- Good to go.

Then can we kill
that music ?

Stay clear of the cable, please.
Stay clear of the cable.

Easy. Easy.

There you go.

Slower.
Let it drain.

Easy.

Whoa. That's good.

That's good.
-Whoa, whoa ! Whoa !

Hey, Officer, let me--
I wanna get a shot
on the left side.

This is Tiana's car.

Oh, shit.

Ohh !

It's Tiana.

Hey, Gage ?
Hey, come here.
Take a look at this.

What the hell
is that thing ?

Looks like
a septum spike to me.

Industrial strength.
A what ?

A septum spike.

It's for
a pierced septum,

and that's probably
the biggest one
I've ever seen.

"Industrial strength."
What, this is bigger
than average ?

Yeah. That one's
a fuckin' monster.

A standard septum piercing
is made with a 14-gauge needle.

Eight gauge, max.

This is an eight-gauge.
Get it ?

That piece ?
That piece looks like
a double-zero gauge.

The owner
of that spike...

has a hole in his septum
big enough to stick
your finger through.

He must be
a real aficionado, huh ?

What makes you
such an authority ?

Welcome to my world,
Detective.

You think
my only interest in life...

is to chase ambulances
with this rig ?

What do you mean,
your world ?

Body art. Tattooing.
Piercing. Branding.

Scarification.

These are all forms
of personal expression...

dating back to
the fuckin' caveman.

- Yeah, right.
- Hey, we have power
over our own bodies.

As technology
runs away with itself,

we--
the modern primitives, man--

we remain grounded
in the tradition
of body modification...

and tribal rituals.

- "Modern primitives."
- That's right.

You think
it's somethin' new ?

Winston Churchill's mother
had a tattoo on her wrist,
for Christ's sake, man.

- So, where do these
"modern primitives" hang out ?
- Xibalba.

"Xibalba" ?
Yeah.

It's a club in the city.
You're gonna love it.

I'm sure I will.
What does
"Xibalba" mean ?

It means
"the entrance to hell."

Hey ! About time !

Let's get outta here.

It's like trying
to find the owner
of the glass slipper.

Yeah, in a room
full of Cinderellas.

Let him down.

He said
to let him hang.

He didn't tell us
to kill him.

Why...

am I not dead ?

We thought
you were dead.

I was almost there !

The shamans call it
the small death.

I was crossing
the abyss !

I was almost there.

Yeah, right.

Well, you don't need to know
the specifics of this case.

Yeah, fine.

Christian.
-Hey, Captain.

Talk to me
when you wrap that up.

Gage.

Yeah.

Michael ?

We're not gonna release
any information.

Coroner's report
on Tiana Moore.

They have confirmed she
was dead 72 hours before
you pulled the body out.

Because she's a minor !
- There's more.

Right, so why don't you
go crawl back under a rock.

It won't wait, Church.
I can handle this.

They found a series
of symmetrically placed
puncture wounds...

through the fascia
and epithelial layers
of skin on her face,

her breasts
and genitalia.

Have a great day.

The report says judging from
the crescent-shaped wounds,
entrance and exit,

they were made
with a number eight
surgical needle.

Damn.

None of the wounds
were, of themselves,
life-threatening.

Very little blood,
in fact.

That's not what killed her.

The cause of death
was cardiac arrest.

- She had a heart attack ?
- Tiana had
a congenital heart defect.

A trauma
caused the attack.

What kind of trauma ?

She was tortured.

Welcome.

Hello ?
-Hi, Angela.
It's Uncle Mike.

Hey.
Could you come down
to the precinct tonight ?

I need a little help.

Okay, type "Tinsel.

"Comma. Buttmunch.
Period.

Tinsel bomb,
exclamation point."

You're kidding.
This is a band ?

This is Christian.

H-Hold on a sec.

It's that
computer geek Bendix
from the on-line service.

Hi, Mr. Bendix.
This is Detective Gage.
What do you have for me ?

I have that list you asked for.
But let me explain--

So fax it through.
Shh, shh !
But what ?

Well, there's one name
in particular that you
may be interested in.

The last person
MissXXX chatted with
before she disappeared,

you know,
f-from the chat room.

I'm very interested,
Mr. Bendix.
What is it ?

Well, he or she used
a stolen credit card number
and false personal information.

We have nothing
except a screen name.

This is Detective Christian.
What is this bullshit ?

We gave you
a court order,
not some request,

so I suggest
you start processing
some useful information...

before I come down there and
arrest your megabytin' ass !

Hey, hey, hey ! Steve.
W-What is it, Mr. Bendix ?

You got a pen ?
I-I-It's spelled...

upper case "C,"
lower case "a-p-t,"

upper case "H,"
lower case "o-w-d-y."

"Capt. Howdy" ?
Yeah, that's it.

I-I'll keep
the account active until
you tell us otherwise.

Thank you, Mr. Bendix.
Good luck, Detective.

What are you, my dad ?
Don't ever do that again.

Don't you ever think ? We want
the guy to help us, not hate us.

Got him.
Got who ?

Captain Howdy.

I used
the "Locate a Member"
on-line search engine.

What is a "Locate a Member"
on-line search engine ?

A net pull-down menu.

Oh, Angela.
Look at you.
There you go.

There he is.

So, how do we
draw this guy out ?

I know what to do.

Open up his profile.

This is why
people like him.

He's
a cool guy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do we even know
that this is a guy ?

We don't.
Okay, quick,
open up your profile.

Now,
highlight "Hobbies,"

delete
"water skiing."

Now put in
"winter sports."

There are thousands
hacking at the branches
of evil...

to one who strikes
at its roots.

Ask if there's
any snowboarders
in the house.

I told you. Tell him
"half-pipe, freestyle."

Then ask
what kind of board
he uses.

Gotcha !

The term "sadism"
is so maligned.

If a doctor performs
a hair transplant
or a nose job,

that's okay.

But try and help
another human being...

achieve a higher level
of spiritual
and sensual awareness...

by, say,

piercing his genitals,

and everybody says
you're sick.

Which one do you want ?

Mmm, the ampallang.

Well chosen.

Now that's
a piercing.

Sure, it is
a touchy operation.

You've gotta go through
the spongiosum,

and it does bleed a lot.

And God forbid
you hit the cavernosum.

Blood squirts
everywhere.

That said,
there are tribal women
in Borneo...

who won't even consider
having sex with a man who
doesn't have an ampallang.

Those I've used mine on
have gotten
a real kick out of it.

Isn't that right ?

Clear !
Go !

- Move, move, move !
- Clear here !
Take the stairs !

Clear !
Let's go, let's go !

Go. Go.

All right, then.

Let's have
a whack at it.

Move !

- Move out to the right !

Look here !

M-My pills.

That went well.

Yeah.

Where's Gage ?

I can't imagine
what he's going through.

You got that right.

I'm gonna
go talk to him.

Officer, can you tell us
what happened here ?

Want company ?

No.

You wanna know
what Gen's thinkin' ?

No one's gonna find her.
Hey, come on, Mike.

She just might be
right.

Look, Mike,
we're gonna get this guy.

Welcome.

Using the concept of "sick"
to minimize and disparage...

draws a veil
across a reality...

which you are in no position
to interpret.

Nice show tonight.
Hope you weren't
too disappointed.

It's part of the job.
It's part of finding you.

You're an intelligent man.
Why don't you give yourself up ?

Don't you
find a victory by forfeit
to be a hollow one ?

Come on. Find me.

...to be a hollow one.

Come on. Find me.

Find me.

- Oh, Gen !

Oh, Genny. It's Daddy.
Genny.

It's okay, baby.
I'm here.

Don't move, honey.
Shh. It's okay.

- It's all right, baby.
It's almost over with.

It's okay, baby.
Hang on, all right ?

Shh ! It's all right !
Daddy's here.

We'll all be out of here
in a minute, okay ?
Backup's on the way.

-Here it comes--

Aaaah !

Aaah !

- Aaaah ! Ohhh !

Just give me a reason.

Give me a reason,
you sick fuck !

You son of a bitch !
Give me your hand !

Give me your hand.

- Son of a bitch !

It's all right, baby.

- It's all right.

It's okay, Genny.

All right.

Almost over.

I've never been
afraid of anything
in my whole life.

Do you know why ?

Because I wish I was dead.

"Why do you wish that ?"

There's nothing left
to fear.

I have only hatred
to live for.

It's my only pleasure.

I wish you were dead too.

It's over. It's okay.

There you go.

Come on. Shh.
It's okay.
Don't cry, baby.

Come on.
Let's get you out of here
so I can help these people.

Time, weather and--

In the halcyon town
of Helverton, Colorado,

a veritable house of horrors
was discovered today...

by a detective searching
for his missing daughter.

Unfortunately,
he found much more
than he was looking for.

Captain Howdy
went with this insanity plea.

Look at the guy. He's a nut.
-Looks have
nothing to do with it.

The only question is,
can this man understand--

Well, the big story is...

Carleton Hendricks
was found not guilty
by reason of insanity.

Captain Howdy. That's great.

The cops
should've killed him.

Despite intense
local protests,

Carleton Hendricks,
the notorious Captain Howdy,
is being released.

Doctors report
he has made a complete
and total transformation.

Carleton Hendricks
is a changed man.

Line three, please.

Beyond.

Beyond !

Beyond !

Beyond !

Beyond !

They must have
misunderstood.

They couldn't have said that.
That's insane.

They're really
letting him out ?

Hendricks ? They've got to.
Carleton's a changed man.

He's passed
every treatment plan review...

and got great reviews
from the disposition committee.

Courts couldn't find
a reason to hold him.
The man's good to go.

Not by me.
What he did to those kids
was unconscionable.

What Captain Howdy did, okay ?

Carleton Hendricks,
he's as good as gone.

Are you ready
to rock and roll ?
Hey, Sam.

The big day's here,
and you got your face
buried in a book.

"I have withdrawn
myself...

"from the confusions
of cities and multitudes...

"and spend my days
surrounded by wise books,

"bright windows
in this life of ours...

lit by the shining souls
of men."

Uh-huh. Is that
a Hendricks original ?

I wish.

It's H.G. Wells.

So, what does ol' H.G.
got to say about you
goin' home today ?

Unfortunately,
nothing.

I'm a bit nervous.

They wouldn't be lettin' you go
if they didn't think
you were ready.

Just keep up
with your medication.

You'll be fine.
Hmm ?

Let's go.

Carleton, I think
I'd better warn you.

There's a welcoming committee
waiting for you
on the outside.

They ain't too happy.

I can imagine.

No.

I don't think you can.

Mom ? Dad ?

I'm home !

The act of slow piercing...

is a transcendent
spiritual event.
No ! No !

There is no pain.
Just sensation.

You observe the body
experiencing the sensation !

Surrender
to the experience !

Feel the endorphin rush...

as the surgical steel
slices through !

- Daddy !

Hey, Genny, Genny, Genny.
Honey.

Shh.
It's okay, baby.

He was here.
It's okay.
It was just a dream.

Daddy's here.

Nobody's gonna hurt you,
honey.

Shh.
Ohh, baby.

Don't cry, don't cry.
Don't cry.

Don't cry, honey.
It's okay.

Okay. All right.

Okay.

You got the extra
battery pack, right ?

This is the scene outside
the home of Carleton Hendricks,

a man who, three years ago,
was responsible for
the kidnapping and torture...

of five young people
and the untimely death
of a 16-year-old girl.

Carol Anne Chalmers-Perez
at the scene.

Could you let us in
on your feelings...

concerning
Carleton Hendricks'
release ?

No comment.
You must have
some thoughts.

This man
violated your daughter.

I'm Carol Anne Chalmers-Perez,

outside the home
of Carleton Hendricks,
reporting for Channel 4 News.

Go back to the psycho ward !

You are the son of Satan.

Burn 'im, you bastard !
Psychotic nut !

- I have a brief statement
to make.

Please. Mr. Hendricks
is trying to make
a difficult transition here.

You're hounding him.

The courts have found
Mr. Hendricks not guilty.

Get out of town, sick ass !
He spent a year in jail
during his trial...

and three years
in a state-run facility.

Mr. Hendricks
has been treated
and released.

Mr. Hendricks
has nothing to say.

Yes.

I do.

You murdering monster !

I-I'm sorry.
-Move.

My Lord, Jesus Christ,
will see you burn in hell,

you sorry son of a bitch !

You sorry son of a bitch !

Somebody's gotta
take that boy out.

Right ?

Darlin', where the fuck
is your daughter ?

She's probably
with her friends.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll tell you where she is.

She's out humpin'
some high school
football player.

Honey, I'm sure she's fine.
She's probably just
lost track of time.

...over the release
of a potentially
dangerous parolee...

from a state-run mental hospital
earlier this week.

Carleton Hendricks,
also known as
Captain Howdy,

has parents and concerned
citizens there outraged...

at his discharge...

back into
the Helverton, Colorado,
community,

where the memories of the
heinous crimes he committed...

only four short years ago...

are still fresh in the minds
of local residents.

Colorado officials
have been quoted as saying
their hands "are tied."

They must
"follow the letter of the law."

He spent a year in jail
during his trial...

and three years
in a state-run facility.

Mr. Hendricks
has nothing to say.

Yes. I do.

I-I'm sorry.

My Lord, Jesus Christ,
will see you burn in hell,

you sorry son of a bitch !

The forecast--
showers, heavy at times,
with occasional thunderstorms--

What about
that piece of shit, huh ?
Back on the streets.

He goes near my little girl,
I'll kill him.

Jack !

Honey, are you sure
you want another one ?

Kelly's fine.

Some psycho animal
is out there right now--
with our daughter, perhaps--

and you say
everything's just fine ?

And who are you to tell me
when I've had enough to drink ?
All right.

Where's the phone ?
Hmm ?

Where's the phone ?
Gimme the phone !

We'll call the police--
Jack !

It's too late for that.
They've had their chance.

What are you gonna do ?
What should have been
done already.

Hello ?

G-man.
Jackson here.

Hey, Jacks.
What's up ?
Listen, I, uh--

I think Howdy's got Kelly.

Shit.
Yeah.

Make some calls
and meet me at the club.
And Gino ?

Yeah ?
Bring the equipment.

Eric ?

Don't you pass out on me.
I've gotta be home by midnight,
or my dad'll freak.

All right.

- Come on !

You fuckin' monster !
Where is she ?

- What have you done
with my daughter ?
- You psychotic !

You like pain, psycho ?

Come on !
Get back there !

- Gino.

- Let's take a little drive.

Gonna get yours now,
boy !

That-a-boy !

Come on, now.
Get in the car !

We're gonna have a party !

Let's go get the others.

Whoo-hoo !

Let's go !

Move your damn feet !

This'll hold.
Make it tight.

Come on !

Let's go !

Get the rope.
I've got it.

Give me his hands !

- Die, you bastard.
- Get him up here.

Death... is like
an old friend.

- Hang the son of a bitch !
- Yeah !

- Bastard !
- Hang him !

Yeah !

Come on !
We're outta here !

What a rush.

It's okay. Come on in.

Have a seat.

Is this your homework ?

Yeah, it's for science.
It's really hard.

Madeline ?
Come on out now.

I'm startin'
to lose my hard-on here,
for Christ's sake.

I'll be right there.
This stuff isn't easy
to put on, you know.

What the hell's
goin' on in there ?

Dumb bitch.

Hey, all right.
That's it.

Give her what she wants
right now.

Oh, yeah.

Come to Daddy.

Oh !

Damn, get out of here.
You're turnin' me on here !

Enough of this shit.

Come here.

You deaf ?

I said, enough
of this dancing sh--
My God, Maddy.

What ?

What's the matter
with your neck ?

Maddy ! You !

- Wanna play ball, scarecrow ?
- Ohh !

Don't be so hard on us.

Come on, we're doin'
everything we can.

Hey, Mike.

Poor Kelly Roth thinks
this vigilante thing's
all her fault.

I mean, this was gonna happen,
with or without her.

Tell him yes,
sticking out of his
fucking lower intestines.

- Pick up that.

Twelfth Precinct.
Detective Christian
speaking.

I'm one of those who finds
the superfluous essential.

But you,
I could do without.

I-It's him.

You ready to come in,
Carleton ?

You think your badge
is power.

It's not.
Knowledge is power.

Your badge
isn't even permanent.

My badges,
I can never take off.

They set me apart
from all others
until the day I die.

My badges are forever,
but yours is a convenience.

Your badges
have no meaning.

My badge
represents the law.

I need a trace
on Gage's outside line.

And which law is that,
Michael ? The law that
found me not guilty ?

Or the law that allowed
others to take matters
into their own hands ?

- That was wrong.
- No, you were wrong !

You all were wrong.

Now I've found
a whole new flock
in need of...

a spiritual awakening
through my steady hand.

Where are you, Carleton ?
Tell me where you are.

Fuck !

Some people want
everything given to them
with a big, red bow,

but not you.

You don't want a thing,
do you ?

How much is enough,
hmm ?

It's been said
that the road of excess...

leads to the palace
of wisdom,

for we never know
how much is enough...

until we know
what is more than enough.

Oh, stop being a baby.

You don't like me very much,
do you, Jacks ?

I understand.

In our society,
physical difference
frightens people.

Oh, you can be as...

deviant as hell
on the insides,

but do one little
physical thing like--
oh, I don't know--

tattoo your face,

and man,
do people freak out.

It's a curse of our society
that we must...

fit in to a rigid pattern
to belong.

There's no room
for imagination...

and creativity.

Are you crying ?

Jacksy.

Jackson !

There's no crying.
You're not a child.

Your childhood was over
the moment you knew
you were going to die.

Sunny.

It's time to expand...

your spiritual horizons.

Trust me.

You need an
out-of-body experience.

What's that ?

You're already
spiritually aware ?

Sunny, my dear, old dad
always told me,

never confuse
desperation...

with a spiritual
awakening.

Prepare for
the Kavandi Bearing.

Embrace
the Spears of Shiva.

Suffer, my daughter,
to wear the Itiburi.

Will the daughter
accept the Itiburi ?

I'll take that as a yes.
Don't move.

This pain is an important
part of our bonding,

a physical horror
that binds us...

even tighter.

The very intensity
of this experience...

helps to widen
the gulf between us...

and those who have not
shared it with us.

You must transcend
what the body feels
as pain.

Turn it into pleasure,

and then into
a spiritual event.

You do not
feel the pain.

- The body feels the pain.

Well, maybe you
do feel the pain.

Thank you.

- Yeah. Gage.
- Hey. This a bad time ?

We're headed over
to the hospital to see how
Madeline Roth is doing.

How's things
at your mom's ?

She's good, I'm good.
I wish you were here.

Yeah, me too.

So Gen's back home ?

What are you talking about ?
She's at school.

I called the school.
They said she left yesterday.

What ?

The school said
that you called.

- Uh, uh--
- Mike ?

Uh-- I'm on my way
to the house.

Oh, God, please don't
let this be happening.

-Genevieve !

Toni ?

Oh, no.
Oh, man.

What, no hello ?

Where's my daughter,
Hendricks ?

- Genevieve's with me.

I'm taking especially
good care of her.

You've got to love
this technology.

Detective What's-His-Name.

Falling apart
at the seams, I see.

And is that the lovely
Mrs. Gage ?

What an unexpected,
yet pleasant surprise.

What have you done
with my daughter,
you fuckin' bastard ?

Ooh ! Fiery.

I need that.
Maybe I took the wrong one.

Why Genevieve ?
What did she do to you ?

She didn't do a thing.

Didn't you tell her ?

You didn't,
did you ?

- How human.
- What is he talking about ?
What didn't you tell me ?

Mike, we're on it.
Keep him on-line.

You know,
pain is a uniquely
personal experience.

Long is the ornament,
short is the pain.

- Oh, God. Oh, no, no.
- It's too bad you're not here.

When the piercings are fresh,
the sexual excitation...

is to die for.

You sadistic sack of shit !
I'll kill you !

I swear to God,
I'll kill you !
Stop, stop.

Sadistic ? Really ?

This animal has Genny.
Do you really want to
set him off ?

I find sadists rather dull.
I'm interested in heightening
people's awareness,

altering states
through primitive rituals.

Hey, where'd everybody go ?

It's okay, honey.
Daddy's gonna find you.
You just hang on.

Ooh ! "Daddy's gonna find you.
Hang on." Scary ! When ?

Please, Carleton,
I'm begging you.

Take me.
Let my daughter go.

Tempting,
but you see,

Gen and I have only...

brushed the surface
of our relationship.

So much flesh,

so little time.

- What's-- What's going on ?

- No.
- Oh, no !

No.

No !

Toni ?

What did he mean
by that ?

What didn't you
tell me ?

What did you do ?

What did you do ?

What I didn't do.

Unit Nine, investigate a report
of unauthorized activity...

at 410 East Halifax.

Unit Nine on the 10-7.
The lock was jimmied.
We're inside.

Requesting a Code One.

10-4, Unit Nine.
You now have a Code One.
You may proceed.

Unit Nine.
We have unidentified
intruders on the premises.

Requesting immediate
backup. Over.

-Proceed with caution.
Backup is en route.

- Shit !

-Oh, my God.

- Jesus !

- Unit Nine,

I need an ambulance
down here, and send me
a supervisor immediately.

-Let's go ! Roll, roll !

Okay, ready ?
Ready.

Go.

We're taking this one
to County General.
Okay.

Let's go.
Get 'er up !

What was God thinking...

when He made
Carleton Hendricks ?

What makes you think
it was God ?

"Xibalba."

You know, I could
give a shit who made it,
'cause I'm gonna kill it.

There's nothing more
I'd like than to see
this guy dead.

But that's what he wants.

We can't, and I won't.

I'm gonna go check
on Genevieve.

Hendricks ?

What ?

For a man who's gone
to such great lengths
to modify his appearance,

you certainly are
reluctant to be seen.

Where are you at,
Carleton ?

A name is not a matter
for indifference.

It implies a whole series
of relationships...

between the one who bears it
and the source from which
it is derived.

Call me Captain Howdy.

"Derived" ?

Your father was
a Marine war hero.

Captain Bradford Hendricks.

Is this how you
honor his name ?

Call me Captain Howdy.

I need to talk to you.

So ? Talk.

Why can't you face me ?

Maybe you're not used to
dealin' with anyone
who's not restrained...

and mouth isn't sewn shut.

Is that what's
bothering you, Carl ?

Some regard it
as evidence of bravery...

for a man to go into battle
bearing no weapon...

that can do any harm
at a distance.

It's easy to be hard
from behind your mama's skirt.

Gage !

What is it ?
My gun ?

Is that what's
bothering you ?

Here.

You know what I
find intriguing ?

That for all your rhetoric
and endless preening,

you're no more
than a schoolyard bully
with a persecution complex.

You pick on those
that are weak.

You run off and hide.
-Huh ?

How 'bout I come over there
and beat the dog shit
out of you ?

Who's stopping you ?

First you dream,
and then you die.

Ah-choo !

Ah-choo !

They all... fall down.

Good-bye, Michael.

Mmm.

You know, Daddy,
Genevieve screamed.

No !

Aaah !

Michael.

Don't be afraid to die.

Death is the standard
by which the reality and depth
of all things can be judged.

Genevieve will be
joining you soon.

Long is the pain,
short is the ornament !

No !

- What's the matter,
Carleton ?

- You angry with me ?
- You know,

Michael,
I'll bet Genevieve--

I bet Genevieve felt
a lot like this...

when I was inside her.

No.

Oh, what are you gonna
do now, arrest me ?

What's the matter,
Carleton ?

You afraid ?

You told me you've never
been afraid of anything
in your whole life,

'cause you wished
you were dead.

Isn't that how it was ?

This is for Genevieve,
you fuck.

No. No !

Yaaah !

Yaah !

Pain is a uniquely
personal experience,
Carleton.

You--

No ! No ! No !

No !

No !

Aaah !

Mike, it's me.
Come on, he's dead.

It's over.

Aaaah !

Mike, man.

You didn't have
a choice.

Everybody's
got a choice.

I just made mine.

Tell Internal Affairs
I'm going to the hospital.
Are you hurt ?

I'm fine.

I'm gonna go see
my family.