All language subtitles for The Sight (2000).

Michael, you up there?

Michael, it's Jake Michael,
we got a flight to catch.

We've got three hours
Three hours Michael?

Colleen?
Anybody up there?

What's the matter?
You never seen New York before?

Mrs Fong let me in I think she got a
little tired of me ringin' on the bell

I was asleep.
- What? - Yeah.

Bad dreams again Those for me?

Where's Colleen?
- Gone.

Gone where?

Gone gone

Well, if you lived in a place
that was a little bit more upscale,

you might be able to hang
onto one of these girls.

I love it here. - A little less
love for old buildings and more

for people, and you
might get laid more often

Pardon me, ladies.

Nee-ha, Marko.
- Nee-ha, ladies.

Twenty! Twenty dollar! Twenty dollar!

Okay! Yeah. Bye.
- Bye-bye.

Fleece another tourist?
- Sheep are made to be sheared.

Look after the place for me, will ya?

Going to London again?
- I'm afraid so

But you've just come back.
- Work.

You should go to Paris. This
time of year is very romantic.

I'll try and keep that in mind.

And besides, I can see very
bad things in London for you

Oh, yeah? Where do
you see these things,

in your crystal ball?
- No. On-line.

I printed it out for you They're
calling him the "New Ripper."

Like Jack Jack the Ripper
has returned to London

Nice woman
- Oh, yeah

Let's hit the road. The
tunnel was a nightmare.

I'll take the Williamsburg.
They're workin' on the L-Eight

What time is the flight?
- We're okay

Welcome to London Heathrow.

Passengers arriving on Flight VS-005

from New York JFK

can collect their baggage
from carousel number five

It's a nice hotel. You rent us a car?

Right in front of ya. - What are you
trying to do, Jake, bankrupt us?

What the hell I thought when in Rome

The Arcadia Hotel.

They don't build 'em
like this anymore.

Is it speakin' to ya?

Good I've got some ex-wives
that need me to close this deal

Congratulations, Mr Lewis We knew
that you were the man for the job

Damn right he is. He's the best
goddamn architect you'll ever meet.

You plan 'em, I build 'em.

That really was a
beautiful presentation.

Well, she's a beautiful building
I look forward to restoring her.

To tell you the truth, it's a
dream job I should be paying you.

Hey, that's enough of that. - We knew that
you were something special when we saw

what you'd done with the old
Mutual Building in Baltimore.

Well, I just tried to
stay true to the spirit

It's spirit? - Every old building's got
one I just try and stay true to it.

I think it's going to be very
interesting working with you, Mr Lewis

I hope so.
- There is just one other thing.

An instruction from our
employer, the owner of the Arcadia.

Yeah, when do we get to meet this guy?
- I'm afraid you don't.

Really?
- What's the request?

Right this way

The door at the end, and the room beyond,
are to remain unopened and untouched

For how long?
- Forever.

You are to build around it.
- You're kiddin'?

I'm afraid not.
Our employer was quite insistent.

Your company receiving the contract is
dependent upon this room remaining sealed

Well, I think we can agree to that.

Hey! Hey, come back here!

Hey!

Hold on a second!

Look, you shouldn't be in here.
It's dangerous.

Can you help me?

Hey

Albert Brown Let's get
better acquainted, Albert

That doesn't make any sense.

Jake, listen, I'm working
late at the Arcadia.

I've been doing a little research
into our mysterious employer.

It turns out the Arcadia Hotel

was sold to one Albert
Brown ten years ago.

Only problem is Albert died
ninety years ago, age three months.

Someone is obviously using
it to hide their identity.

The only question is who and why.

Dammit.

Hey, if there's anybody up there, I just
want you know I'm gonna kick your ass.

Maybe

What are you doing?

Who are you?
- Security.

You must be Mr Lewis.
- Yeah

This arrived for you earlier.
- Thanks

You take care, Sir.
- You, too. Goodnight.

Hang on! Hold on!
Okay, it's gonna be okay.

Margaret.

I'm gonna get ya some help.
Can you help us, please?

Can you help us, please?
Can you call an ambulance?

Can you please call an ambulance?
What is the matter with you?

All right, Margaret, I'm gonna get
some help I'll be right back, okay?

There's been an accident I need an ambulance
on the corner of Church and Old Street

It's all right. They're on their way.

It's gonna be okay, Margaret
We're gonna get ya some help

It's all right.

You mustn't worry, Michael

How do you know my name?

I'm sorry for what I've done, Michael.

I haven't got much time.

They'll be here in a minute
- No, you don't understand.

I can't take the burden anymore.

I know you can be strong.

Be strong.

Michael.

Look, how many times do you
need me to go through it?

I told the sergeant at the desk,
and then the guy before him.

Procedure, I'm afraid

I'm sorry. It's been a long night.

She just stepped right in front of
the car. There was nothing I could do.

You have to believe that.
- We do.

Detective Sergeant Price.
It's all right. Don't get up.

The woman's name was Margaret Smith.
She was a patient at St Theresa's.

However, when I called them, they
didn't even know she was gone.

Apparently she just got up
out of bed and walked out.

Why was she in the hospital?

Cancer Terminal The doctor said
she should have been dead weeks ago

She was staring straight at me

Well, they had her on heavy medication, so
she probably didn't even know where she was.

We are gonna have to hang on to
your car until the tests are complete

Tests? - Don't worry. It's down
in forensics. Just procedure

The rental company has
already sent you a replacement

You're free to go, Mr. Lewis
- Just like that?

Great Thanks Thank you

I guess you were just in the
wrong place at the wrong time

I guess. Listen.

She knew my name.
- Sorry?

She knew my name. - It's the
Ripper! They found another body!

No! No! No!

Price! Mills! Get in here! Move it!

Take my card. - Price! - And don't
blame yourself. It wasn't your fault.

One thousand man hours
in surveillance on a

suspect that was fifty
miles from this killing!

There's a pattern! - No, Price, there's
no pattern! The killings are random

I don't buy that.
- I'm not trying to sell it!

I no longer care what you
believe or don't believe.

Your involvement in this
investigation is over.

What?
- Orders from on high, Price.

If they don't see results,
they want to see change.

You and Mills are off.

Killer!

Welcome, mailbox seven-four-five
You have twenty-one new messages

You've taken her away from us.
You cannot walk away from this.

Who is going to help us now?

You'll pay for what you've done.
- Killer!

Ah Thanks for coming. - If I'd
known you were gonna call so soon,

I would never have given you my
number. Did you touch anything?

The phone I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking.

This isn't possible.

Perhaps it was a different room.
- What?

Maybe earlier you went into
somebody else's room by mistake

I know what room I'm in

Welcome, mailbox seven-four-five
You have no messages at this time

Wasting police time's
a criminal offense.

Look, it had something
to do with that woman.

Whatever your problem may be, Mr Lewis,
it has nothing to do with Margaret Smith.

I suggest you talk to your
doctor. Or psychiatrist.

Okay I've been in London two days now.

Killed someone. Totaled a
seventy thousand dollar car,

and twenty-one people
who I've never met

hate me.
Things are going well.

Killer! You'll pay
for what you' ve done

Who are you?

Hey!

So who the hell is this guy?
- I don't know.

You should go to the police. - I already
went to the police- They think I'm a nut.

Yeah
- Mr Lewis?

Yeah?
- My name is Charles Dodgson.

I'm a lawyer, and I represent the
estate of the late Margaret Smith.

I have some information for you.
And I wonder if you'd be so good

as to call by my offices which
are located at Six Little Court.

Someone has a sense of humor

What do you think? - Gloomy, with a
distinct air of menace and danger.

Well, if we're gonna poke around
old scary buildings let's be prepared.

How come I get the basement?

Please.

Take a seat

Quite the office you have here

Yes.
We, uh

had a fire recently

No kidding.

Right. My time is rather limited,

so if you don't mind, let's
proceed directly to business.

My client, the late
Margaret Smith left

instructions that you
were to be given these.

And when, exactly, did she
leave these instructions?

Two days before her death, shortly
after she summoned you to London.

Summoned me?
- That's correct.

No, that's not correct. I came
to London to work. I came here to...

To restore the Arcadia Hotel, which
was owned by my client, Margaret Smith.

It appears you are to be her successor
Her heir, in a manner of speaking.

Wait I-I don't even know her

But she knew you

Okay What do I inherit?

You'll have it all explained.
Now, you may open the box now,

and the envelope, only once you
have used the contents of the box.

Michael?
- Oh, and Mr Lewis?

One last thing. Only you are
to use the contents therein.

Are you sure you don't
want me to come in with you?

Yeah. Hey, I'm fine.
Thanks.

Okay

Nineteen-seventy five?

By now you know the truth. You have
The Sight, Michael, just as I did.

You can see into the
shadows between the

darkness of this world
and the light of the next.

You can see that the
dead do walk amongst us.

I've dedicated my life to helping
them But now I'm tired and weak.

Too weak to continue I have to
find someone to carry on my work.

Someone with The Sight Someone

like you.

Hello, Michael

Hello.
- That's better.

You know, these are what killed me.

But that's the great thing about
the after life. No repercussions.

It doesn't taste quite
the same, though Would you

like to step outside?

You look as if you need some air

Look at this. For sixty
years I knew the rules.

What you're wearing when you
die is what you come back in.

And I have to die in this.
Stupid Stupid

I don't believe this is happening.
- Me, neither.

And I have to spend the after
life with my ass hanging out

What is going on?

You have The Sight, Michael
I see it clear as day.

So do the dead That's why they're drawn
to you They know that you can help them.

You have a gift A gift that no one
else possesses You should embrace it

Stop it Just stop talking to me
You're dead You died in the street.

I saw you die I'm sitting
on this bench I'm alone

You're not alone, Michael I'm here

Yeah, well we'll see. Hey, kid?

Come here! Yeah, come here!

We'll see.
- I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

Think I'm strange?
- Maybe. - What about her?

You think she's strange?

She's dressed funny.
- You can see her?

We can all see her, silly.
She's dead. Just like us.

I tried to tell you.

Hey, Mister?
Do you know Alice?

Alice?
- Over there.

Alice. She says you're her friend.

She says you're going
to help us. Are you?

That's enough You run along
and play somewhere else.

And take your friends with you

Come on! Come on, let's go!

Who are they?

There's a killer hunting in
this city. He hunts for children.

You are looking at his victims

I kept photographs of the murder sights,

newspaper cuttings -anything
that might be of some use.

Until justice is done, their
ghosts are trapped in limbo

Not part of this world, and
unable to pass to the next.

Catch the hunter, Michael
Catch him before he kills again

What makes you think I can do this?

We didn't choose you at random.

We?

This world is not quite
what you think it is

What is that?

My ride out of here What do you mean?

You've agreed to help them.
My work here is finished.

Sorry, Michael.
That's the way it works.

"Rabbit in the hole "

You know why Colleen left?

She told me I couldn't communicate.

Jake, somethin's goin' on I can't
really explain what it is, but

you know when you know somethin',
and it's like you've always known it,

but you didn't know you knew it until you
know it You know what I'm talkin' about?

No

Listen, I'm gonna need a little time.

You've gonna have to cover for me.

Jake?

Things might get a little weird

I know what you are.

I can help you.

No I don't think so

It's okay I understand

Come on, we're late
What are you doing?

Oh, nothing This guy's
just trying to pick me up.

Rough day?

Yeah You could say that.

You staying in the hotel?
- No Just visiting.

That's right. The name's Isabel.

It's best you just deal with
one of us, so the others chose me

Others?
How-how many are there?

Twenty-one in all.
- Twenty-one

But you already knew that

Wait Where exactly are the others?

Oh, they're never far away

Okay. Been in London three days now. Killed
someone. Watched them return from the dead.

Inherited twenty-one ghosts. Can't
wait to see what tomorrow brings.

This is where the killer
snatched Alice Alice?

Alice?

Michael needs your help. He
needs to see the bad man.

Take her hand. But be careful.
Her fear will be your fear.

Her pain?
Your pain.

I know where he took her.

I don't get it. Why risk
bringing her all the way up here?

Why not kill her at the river?

He wanted to display her body.
- Okay. Well then why not up there?

Why go to all this trouble and
then stash her way down here?

No, there's something about this place,
this building, this particular spot

Isabel?
- What is it?

Tell Michael

The bad man said something else to me

What? - I have to whisper
it. It's a rude word.

I'll see you put in the
ground, you little bitch!

What is it?
- When was Alice killed?

Seven days ago. We're
going to her funeral.

Alice Collins was taken
away from us far too early

She was plucked like a rose
bud from our Lord's garden,

without ever having the chance to
blossom But we are not here today

to judge the evil that
has destroyed this family.

We are here to celebrate the
time that Alice spent with us,

with her family, her
friends, and her loved ones

Don't cry I'm here.

Can we go now?

I don't like seeing Mommy cry

We'll go soon
- Look very carefully, Alice.

Do you see any stranger here?
- No.

You're sure?
- Yes.

That's Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa,
Uncle Paul and Mary, Auntie Joan.

although she's not my real Auntie.

She just lives next door.

That's Toby, Tracey and
Alec. They're my cousins.

What about him?
- Uncle David?

He smells bad.

I don't understand it. He said
he'd see her put in the ground.

He should be here.

All right. Now, I have spoken to all of
the children. The stories are the same.

He doesn't just kill at random. He goes
to a lot of trouble abducting the children,

and then bringing them
somewhere else to kill them.

He risks detection
every time he does that,

which means where he kills
them is important in some way.

But, what is so important about these
buildings, office blocks, parking garages?

Just a collection of
bad fifties architecture

I told you. He can't do it.

How can he help us? He's an amateur.

Look, Michael, maybe you should get
some rest. You don't look so good.

Even Clabe looks
better. And he is dead.

Isabel, there's a pattern
here. I just have to stop

being so stupid and see it.

Amateur

You're one of them

Hello?

You're one of them.

Yes

What are you looking at?

The way it used to be.

Used to be?

It's where I belong.
Not here.

Will you show me?

God!

Hello? Yeah. Price?

Call for you. Line one

London, present day.

Do you know what's going on? - Don't ask
me I just came here to build a hotel.

The arrows point to the murder sites.

The child killer?

Buildings where the murders took place
What do the buildings have in common?

Murder. - Apart from that. Look
at the buildings themselves.

They were all built in the fifties

And the buildings around the murder
sites on the edge of the photograph?

Older. A lot older.
- New buildings in an old neighborhood.

Why? All built in the
nineteen fifties Why?

The old buildings
were torn down. So what?

Not torn down. Blown down.

Now take a look at this London fifty years
ago, right after the Second World War.

Notice anything? - Yeah. The murder
sites are all in those shaded patches.

Correct.
- What are they?

Bomb sites. Huge chunks of London that
were leveled during the Second World War,

turned into a wasteland. All the
buildings the bodies were found in

were constructed on
derelict bomb sites.

After the war, those bomb
sites were crawling with kids.

They used them as a playground. At night,
it would have been dark and secluded.

A wilderness right in
the heart of the city

A perfect place for a killer to hunt.

The perfect place for a killer to hunt.
- I said that.

It can't be a coincidence. Our killer
has gone to a huge amount of trouble

to place the bodies on the
exact location of the bomb sites.

Which means... - He's a copycat. He's
recreating a series of old murders.

Who the hell are you?

Not so bad for an amateur.

You must have considered the
possibility that he was a copycat

Anything dating that far back
would have been kept on paper files,

so it would never have
showed up on the computer.

Sergeant Mills?
- Yes, ma'am?

You've got the files?
- Yes, as you requested, ma'am.

Everything from 1945
to 1960. There's a lot of it.

Then let's get to it, gentlemen

Exactly when did we become detectives?

Shouldn't we get some
help? I mean, don't you

have a whole police force
for this sort of thing?

My credibility on this
case isn't exactly high.

I don't want to go to anyone
till we've got more proof.

Are you peeking?

What?
- Peeking?

No!
- What is it?

What?
- You said something

No Nothing.

Peeker.

Got him! I got the bugger!

Eric Mace killed eight people between
November, '57 and January, '58.

Seven were children.
The last was an adult,

stumbled across him at the
site of one of the murders.

Failed Priest, strict religious upbringing,
thought he was on some kind of holy crusade

What about the murder sites?
- They match exactly then and now.

And the dates of the murders,
profiles of the children, identical.

You may be an American, Mr Lewis, but
you're a bloody genius A bloody genius

Eight killings. If our man's a
copycat, there's two victims left.

When's the next one?
- In two hours.

I can't authorize this. You're not
even supposed to be on the case.

I know I made a mistake before
- A mistake?

You have no idea how much
heat I took for you, Price.

And now you want me to
do it all over again.

Call out the men on the basis of some
wild theory cooked up by a foreign tourist.

He's not a tourist
- I don't give a damn what he is!

I took a chance with you once, Price.
I can't afford to do that again.

But what if he's right? What if in
two hours the killer strikes again

and we could have
been there to stop him?

Okay. Take Mills, stake it out.

But you're on your own, Price.

There's just one more thing

What?
- I need you to issue firearms.

Absolutely not.

You don't have a gun? - This is
England Police don't carry guns

What happens when you want
to arrest a violent criminal?

I use my winning smile.

Five minutes to go.

You know what I don't get?

Why copycat Eric Mace? It's not
like he's particularly famous.

No one remembers him I can understand
Manson or Bundy, but Eric Mace?

I know it's strange.
He's got the letters to the press

What letters?
- Exactly There haven't been any.

Is that unusual?

Ninety-nine percent of these cases,

the killers write letters to
the press or police or both.

They want to impress us, show us
how clever they are. Not this one.

Not one letter, not one phone call
It's like he doesn't care what we think

Maybe it's not us he's
trying to impress - Then who?

Eric Mace Maybe the killer's trying
to show Mace he can do a better job.

No Eric Mace was hanged
in nineteen-fifty-nine

So much for that theory.

It's cold up here, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

No, I mean have you
got one? - I quit. - Shame.

It's time He should be here
Maybe the records are inaccurate.

Maybe

You're right. We're
doing something wrong.

No, it has to be here. Forty-two years
ago, the murder took place on this spot.

He has to bring her here He
has to bring her to this spot.

Then why isn't he here?

What is that?

I'm not sure I think Oh, my God,
it's an entrance to the sewer system

He's under our feet.

Jake, get in there and see if you
can find something to guide us.

Talk to me, Jake!

Michael, you were right The main
sewer runs underneath the building

Mum!

Wait there! Don't let anyone leave!

Up ahead the tunnel's gonna
split Michael, are you there?

The...
- Jake? Jake?

Jake, repeat I can't hear
No reception We're too deep

You go that way.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Mr Lewis?

Where am Where am I?

You're in a hospital Now
hold still Just hold still

I can't move my arm.
- Don't struggle.

I said don't struggle,
dammit! Hold this bastard down

What the hell is going on?
- Give him the shot.

Wait a minute! You've got the
wrong guy here! Hey, what is that?

Don't say a word.

All that information
he had about the killer,

trying to tell us what a
brilliant detective he was?

Yeah, well, maybe there's another
explanation A simpler explanation

You think he's involved?
- Involved?

We've got his prints on the murder
weapon, the victim's blood on his clothes,

not to mention the fact
that neither you nor Mills saw

anyone else down there
in the tunnel. - I was with him for hours

The victim was taken a day ago. Her
parents reported her missing yesterday.

All that time he was with
you, he could have had

her stored down there, just waiting.

Why? - To do it under our very
noses. To make fools of us.

God knows he's succeeded in that.

Yeah, Michael Lewis is
suspect number one, okay?

And until I know better,
he remains in police custody

Mr Lewis?

You're my lawyer?

I have many talents

So tell me, what comes
after "curiouser"?

I'm afraid we're
about to find that out

Things look that good, huh?

You seem to have done a remarkably good
job of putting yourself in the frame.

Now the police have your
prints on the murder weapon,

they have the victim's
blood on your clothes.

They've also found press clippings
about the murders in your office,

as well as photographs
of the murder sites.

On top of all this, you show an
extraordinary insight into the

actions of the killer
All very-incriminating

Well, only if you put it like that.

Especially problematic,
however, is your seemingly

extensive knowledge of the victims.

The reason you came
by this information

will be a little hard to
explain, don't you think?

A little

A good rule in life, Mr
Lewis, always remember

people don't like people
who see dead people.

You know about that?

I know a good many things

Visitor for ya

I'm Andrew Norrington I'll
be acting in your defense

I thought he was

He?
- Who?

Him.

I don't understand, Mr Lewis.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Yeah. Shot by my partner, who then
burnt the building to cover his tracks.

Mr Lewis.

Please, Mr Lewis, we don't
have much time together.

And to be frank,
things don't look good.

You bet they don't I
knew this kid in college.

I mean, he's new great
suits and everything,

fools the clients, but uh
underneath the Armani he's,

he's about as bad as they get.

You should be glad we don't
hang people here anymore.

Now, the police case is
very strong They already have

My prints on the murder weapon, blood on
the clothes, press clippings at my office,

and I have an extraordinary knowledge
on the actions of the murderer.

You're very well informed.

Bad news travels fast

And to make matters worse,

you attend the funeral
of one of the victims.

That doesn't look good.

Where did you get these?
- Standard police procedure.

Many killers like to attend
the funeral of their victims,

so there's always a surveillance team.

Unfortunately, for us

Mr Douglas?
- Yes?

We've got some questions.
Do you have a few minutes?

Well, I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Do you remember somebody
called Eric Mace?

Young lady, I may be
minus a lung and a kidney,

but my memory remains intact.

Yeah Sick little man.
Spoke with a stutter.

You were the arresting officer, right?

Are you a policeman?
- This is official police business

I said, are you a policeman?

She's a police woman.
- That, sir, is perfectly clear.

You're a very sharp man, Mr Douglas

Just because you're old,
you're not stupid, you know?

Right What do you want to know?

Anything that's not in your report.
Anything you might have left out.

In fact, anything that
could be of help to us

I don't think I can help you

You could at least take a look at it.

I don't think that would do much good

Oh, I'm sorry. No one told us.
- Why should they?

I recall the case well enough, but
everything I had to say went in here.

Right.
Well, we're sorry for bothering you.

Wait Something wrong here.
- What is it?

There's a page missing. See
here, look! The last page is gone.

Do you remember what was on it?

Well, probably details
of his ninth victim

Ninth?
But Mace killed only eight people.

Yeah, that's right. But he'd
already kidnapped his ninth victim.

We found him in the basement of Mace's
house. He'd been there for two days,

poor lad. With Mace ranting and raving

at him, terrified him half to death.

What was the boy called?

David David.

David Connor That's right.

Yeah, sad case.
The boy never recovered.

In and out of mental
hospitals for years.

Not surprising considering
what he'd been through.

And when he grew up?
- I have no idea.

You could consult
his doctor, I suppose.

If he's still alive

You think this kid had something
to do with the killings?

Why else would someone
try and hide his existence?

But I thought that David
Connor was the victim?

There's a well documented
history of kidnap victims

coming to sympathize with their captors.
It's called the Stockholm Syndrome.

And remember, David Connor was just a
child, frightened, impressionable, alone.

Imagine the kind of effect
that would" have on his mind.

Douglas did say the kid was in
and out of mental institutions.

So, this boy grows up to be a
man, the same age as Eric Mace,

and decides to complete his holy work

Copycats usually have a clear
psychological reason for what they do.

For why they copy one
murderer and not another.

And being closely tied to the
original killer would explain a lot.

So maybe Michael was right. Maybe this
killer is trying to impress Eric Mace.

The final murder was
at twelve midnight.

Try and get a lead on David
Connor. Try his doctor first.

What are you gonna do?
- Take more direct action.

Not good enough.
- What?

Think, Michael They're relying on you

What do you want me to do?
- You agreed to help.

I am in jail I can't even help myself

Not good enough. You're not
Michael, the Architect anymore.

You've accepted the burden.
- The burden?

I don't even have shoe laces

You want Alice to have
another little friend?

That is not fair.
- Then help them.

I'll see you put in the ground.

I'll see you put in the
ground, you little bitch!

All right, Lewis. On your
feet. You're being transferred.

Sergeant Mills! The surveillance
team! Check the surveillance team!

What the hell are you doing?

I think you have the wrong man.
- You could go to jail for this, Price.

If Michael's right, then the
killer is going to strike again.

Tonight at midnight I'm
not about to let that happen

And I'm not about to let this happen,
either. This is madness, Price!

I can't stand by and let
you screw up your career.

Then help me

This is really most unorthodox
Where on earth are my glasses?

This is police business. Official
police business. David Connor.

Yeah, was a patient for
many years. Very disturbed.

He believed that the spirit of
his captor lived on inside him.

The Stockholm Syndrome
- Yeah. But in a very extreme form.

David Connor believed that
somehow Eric Mace had taken

possession of him during the
two days of his imprisonment.

He was a young boy, you
understand, a young mind.

So impressionable.

He'd even breakdown, stutter
occasionally, in the manner that Mace had.

How long did you treat him?
- Ten years, till he was sixteen.

But in the end, you understand,
he was cured. - Cured?

Totally Oh, I know he changed his name
Not uncommon with the background he'd had

Do you know the name?
- I'm afraid not.

Do you know what happened to him?

I'm not sure. But I do know what
he would have liked to have become.

Not surprising, seeing
that he'd saved his life.

David dreamed of becoming a policeman.

The killer, he worked for the police.

He was on the surveillance
team at each of the funerals

So that's how he could watch Alice
and the others being put in the ground

Exactly.

The next murder's at midnight
I gotta get out of here. - How?

The trashed hotel room. The acid
on the car. How did you do that?

The others were angry They thought
you weren't going to help us

Which means?

When we're passionate enough, angry
enough, we can move things in the real world

Find Alice. Find the
others. Bring them here.

My considered legal advice
on this situation would be,

run like hell.

Jake?

Thank you, Jake.
- Any news?

According to the records on Eric Mace,

his last two murders took
place on the same site.

The final one at twelve midnight.

So the police assumed that
during the first murder,

Mace had accidentally left something
behind at the scene of the crime.

Something that could point to him as
being the killer. So when he realized.

He returned to find it, and surprised
the child's mother on the bomb site.

She was lighting a candle
for her lost daughter.

I read the file.

The killing of the girl's
mother was a departure for Mace.

Thirty-six years of age,
medium build, blue eyes.

The most beautiful blue eyes.

Not unlike yours, Detective Price.

This way, I believe.

Michael?

We're almost there.
- You seem very sure. - What?

Of where we're going. Considering
you've never been here before.

What are you trying to say?
- Don't come any closer.

Price!

It's all I could find.
- Thanks, Mills. You made it just in time.

Yeah Just a couple of minutes to spare

Come on, Price! Time's a wasting!
- Eric?

Clever! But too little,
too late, I'm afraid.

Where are we going? - To finish my work,
of course! You're going to set me free!

Mr Lewis How resourceful
of you I'm impressed

Step aside.
- Can't do that.

Step aside, or I'll gut here!

I don't think so. Same
victim, same place, same time.

Killing her there just wouldn't
work What would Eric think?

You're right. Of course.

But I c-c-can
kill you anywhere.

Is that the best you can do?

You really thought you
could s-s-stop us alone?

I didn't come alone.

Mum!

Wait there! Don't let anyone leave!

I knew you could help us

Not bad

For an amateur.
- For an amateur.

In sure and certain
hope of the resurrection

to eternal life, through
our Lord Jesus Christ,

we therefore commit his body to be consumed
by fire Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes,

and dust to dust. In
the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and
of the Holy Ghost, Amen.

I guess that's the last
we'll see of Eric Mace

I hope so. - You gentlemen planning
on staying in London long?

We have a contract to
complete A hotel to build.

Damn. Excuse me.

Well then.

Price?

Thanks

Michael, I've seen some pretty
strange stuff this last week.

But whatever you've got yourself involved
with, just remember you're not alone

You can say that again

Get 'em by Tuesday I need a working
crew, and I need 'em next week.

We gotta get rollin' on this.
Yeah. Okay I'll talk to you later.

You think he's the one?
- No.

How can you be so sure?
- He knows nothing of the days.

He barely knows the
truth about himself.

How could he know anything else?

You have The Sight, Michael
I see it clear as day

We didn't choose you at random.

This world isn't quite
what you think it is

He knows nothing of the days. He
barely knows the truth about himself.