All language subtitles for The Capture of the Green River Killer (2008)

When I was in seventh grade,

my teacher gave me
a book of poems.

"I am the master of my fate,"
the first one said.

I am the captain of my soul."

Woman: No!

Man: Get back here!
Get back here!

Man: King County Sheriff!
Drop your weapon!

Uhh!

Officer: Just stay down.

-Dave?
-Yeah?

We're putting you
on homicide backup

till your neck heals.

No, sir, I'm--
Look, I'm fine. Fine.

No, you're just lucky.
You could be dead.

You know, I'm sick
of your hot-dogging.

For the next two weeks,
you're chained to that desk.

-Yes, sir.
-You answer a call.

-You catch the case.
-Yes, sir.

But don't count on it.

Things have been very quiet.

Mariners lost, Dave.

-You owe me lunch.
-Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Helen: Luck, fate, God,
the Magic 8-Ball...

isn't it all the same?

Me, I didn't
believe in fate.

I believed in luck...
and bad luck,

and sometimes
I believed in choice.

Do you choose your luck?

Nah, it's just
something that happens.

Hi!

Hi, my name's Helen.

I just moved in.

My mom, um...
she calls me Hel.

She says it's
where I'm headed, heh.

Cool.

-You wanna throw one?
-Sure.

Ohh! Give me another one.

Helen: Once in a while,

maybe someone
chooses it for you,

like God, or...

I don't know.

I mean, who chose it
for Wendy Coffield?

She met her luck
when she disappeared

from her foster home
in early July,

and they found her
below the Peck Bridge.

She was 16.

She was a hooker.

Officer:
Jim, wanna bag that?

There's some paint on
the victim's clothes.

Helen: So, where's
your real dad?

Dead. He bought
some bad drugs.

Where's yours?

I haven't seen him
since I was five.

Yeah.

My mom
goes through men like...

toilet paper!

Okay, see,
this is the newest one.

He always has his mouth full,
so I call him the Grunt.

Hi, Wallace!

See?

Helen: But when God
or someone else

chooses your luck, is that
the same thing as fate?

How can we be
masters of our fate

if we have nothing
to do with choosing it?

-Reichert.
-Woman: They just
pulled a woman's body

out of
the Green River.

- Looks bad.
- Where?

Below Mill Creek.
Near that rock face
below the rapids.

- You know the one?
- Yeah. No, I know
where it is.

Uniforms are all over it,
but I think it's a homicide.

All right.
I'll be right there.

Coroner: Just like
the one last month.

What do you mean?

Body down by
the Peck bridge.

Different jurisdiction.

Mom, this is Helen.

Hi, Helen. I'm Maurine.
Want a fried sandwich?

We're going out.

No, thanks.

Come on.

Woman:
She wanted that life.

Said it was
better than this.

Can't say I blame her.

I'll find your granddaughter's
killer, I promise.

Dave:
It's the second body
discovered in a month

in the Green River.

Both girls
were prostitutes.

That's all we have
at the moment.

Do you think he's a serial,
like Ted Bundy?

I don't think so, no.

At least, I hope not.

No, I just mean... gonna
be getting busy for a while,

so you might not be
seeing too much of me.

You're not missing
Angela's birthday party.

I'm not missing Angela's
birthday party.

So, uh, you gonna be
gettin' busy?

Yeah.

You gonna be gettin'...
"busy" busy?

Yeah.

Temptress.

How busy?

-You're gonna find out.
-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, why don't
you tell me?

You're gonna
find out right now.

I'm gonna show you.

Man: Hey!

Fisherman: Good mornin'!

Kids, come on.
It's time for cake. Come on.

All right, everybody.
Get up here. Oh, here it is.

Gonna have
to blow out the candles.

Look at this birthday cake!

I'm lighting the candles...

Oh, look at that cake, huh?

Hey, Mom'll like the cake.

No, Angela,
Daddy's gotta go to work.

- Oh, Dad.
- But I'll be home soon.
Save me some cake.

When they got here,
she was completely submerged.

These are the rocks he used
to pin them down.

Do you think one guy
could do that?

Who found 'em?

That guy. He says he saw
a fisherman with a truck.

But he can't remember
what he looked like.

He's pretty upset.

Take some pictures.

So he could, or they could,
be fishermen then.

It's a popular place.

You fish here?

I used to live here
for 3 1/2 months.

Where's the flash? I got
in a fight with my father,

and I decided
I'm not gonna come home
until he apologizes.

What'd you fight over?

Money.

Well, must have been
a lot of money to keep you
away for that long.

It was a buck.
That's the river.

Yeah, he sends me for gas,
I come home a buck short,

he starts to punch me...

He starts punching me
in the head until

my mother hit him
in the face with a frying pan.

- Ouch.
- Right?

- So did he?
- Did he what?

Apologize.

No. But what he did do--

We got another one.

God.

We got another one!

She's just a kid.

Mike.

That makes five in the river.

Hi.

Bye, Nate.
I'll see you later!

Isn't this wild?
Ever been to a place like this?

- No.
- It's, like, famous, Hel.

The strip. It's, like, known
all up and down the coast.

- Hey!
- I've, like, only been
to Mount Rainier.

Hey! Hey!

Get outta here.
Should be in school.

It's summer, stupid.

You think I give a crap?
It's my corner. Get off.

Nat, let's go.
Nat, let's go.

Come on, Nat.

- Stupid hooker.
- She's pregnant.

And dumb.

Nat, I wanna go home.

Probable cause of death,
asphyxia by strangulation.

She's been dead
almost two weeks.

I did a vaginal swab.
Found traces of semen.

I was just gonna
get started on this one.

My, my, my.
What have we got here?

What is that?

A rock.

What?

Where's Mom?
I thought you were
bringing her home.

She had to work
an extra shift.

Yeah.

I wanna talk, sweetheart.

What?

I saw you
down on the strip yesterday.

What were you doing?

Just lookin'.

You weren't looking
to make money, right?

That's not for you.

What were you doing there?

You're lonely here, right?

It's hard
making new friends.

I got a friend.

You don't wanna
hang with her.

-She's bad news.
-Whatever.

Seeing you down on the strip,
just made me sad.

Just made me sad.

Don't touch me.

I'm lonely, too.

Don't touch me!

What are you doing?

Get off me!
Get off of me!

Don't touch me!

Get off of me!

-Shh, shh, shh.
-I'm telling you,
get off of me!

Five bodies, no clues.

We need to find clues
and arrest this guy.

We're assuming, at this point,
it is one guy.

By the end of the month.

Dave's lead detective.

Fill you in. Dave?

Helen, honey,
have you seen my apron?

I know I had it
in here somewhere.

There it is.
That's a pretty blouse.

Where'd you get that?

Honey,
is there something wrong?

Huh?

What is it, honey?

Helen, come on, honey,
you can tell me.
What is it?

Um...

Oh, Lord. That's my ride.
I gotta go.

All right, baby, listen...

we'll talk about it
tonight, okay?

It's a date. I promise.
I'm coming!

Three latest victims, been
identified as Marsha Chapman,
age 31,

Cynthia Hinds, age 17,
Opal Mills, age 16.

All three were involved
in prostitution.

Yeah.

Voila.

Put it on.

Fine, but you have
to put this one on.

Put that one on then.

Put it on.

Do it!

What are you doing?

What are you--?

Cynthia Hinds, last seen
with an unknown Black male

who's driving a red Cadillac.

Marsha Chapman was threatened
by her pimp with a knife

a couple of days ago.

We're also investigating
a firefighter wanted
for statutory rape

who dated victim
Marisue Haller. Now...

these women
are the perfect mark.

They're hard to trace,
they have fake street names,

they dye their hair, they have
Johns, pimps, drug suppliers,

boyfriends, ex-boyfriends,
girlfriends,

none of whom wanna
come talk to the police,

all of whom
need to be talked to.

What you're looking
for is a white male,

most likely a smoker
and a drinker,

somewhere between
his late 20s,

early 40s.

He's a big guy.

That's the only way
he could manage to pin down

those bodies with the rocks.

He's probably a loner,
who's not even dating,

and if he's got
any kids at all,

their relationship sucks.

I mean, this guy is
socially inept, Dave.

Can't even hold down
a steady job.

He has a violent
criminal history,

probably a record,

and he wants you
to catch him.

Dave:
How's that gonna happen?

He's just gonna walk
into our office?

Seth:
He might.

I mean, I know these guys.

It's all about
the ego with them.

That's how you're
gonna trip him up.

He's gonna get careless.

He's gonna contact
the task force

with a suspect or a clue.

Then he'll offer his help.

He wants to meet you, buddy.

Bad luck? Fate?

God not caring?

Helen: The next night
that my mom worked late,

I looked up that poem again.

"Out of the night
that covers me,

black is the pit
from pole to pole.

I thank whatever gods may be

for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch
of circumstance,

I have not winced
nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings
of chance

my head is bloodied
but unbowed."

I wish I believed it.

Yeah, uh, I know who
the Green River Killer is.

The guy you're looking for
is a cab driver, like myself.

They call him Crazy Joe.

He's got a few girls
working for him, and...

Well, his policy is,
if they don't cooperate...

he beats the hell
out of them.

Mr. Dallas, has Crazy Joe
ever talked to you

about the Green River
victims?

No.

No, he hasn't.

But I know he's capable
of doing something like this.

I've seen his type before.

Where is that?

In prison.

Woman: He used to pray
before we had intercourse.

Then he'd pray again after.

Jeb was real religious
when we first met.

When was that?

Sometime in '77. Spring.

I wasn't his first wife.

First wife died.

Kinda suspicious,
if I remember.

But I didn't think
nothin' of it at the time.

Got married in July,

then I had to ask him
to leave in August, 'cause...

he's kinda violent.

What do you mean?

Oh, he used to hit
the TV and stuff.

Tried to rape my daughter,

but I don't wanna
get into that.

I remember
he had this shoebox--

white shoebox
full of clippings,

newspaper articles.

All about people dying.

Hey.
Give me a lift?

Do you know who
the Green River Killer is?

Jeb: Told you last time
I was here who it was.

Did you know
any of the victims?

No, I did not.

Did you kill
Wendy Coffield?

No.

Did you kill
Cynthia Hinds?

No.

Did you kill Opal Mills?

This is ridiculous.
No, I did not.

Say, Jeb, you wouldn't mind
if we searched your cab,
would you?

Why the hell would you
wanna do that for?

Well, go right ahead.

I got nothin' to hide.

What do you got there?

Yeah, there's something
under the seat.

Something else
under the seat...

How'd you get hold
of the panties?

They belong
to this girl Marsha.

She left 'em there
a couple of years ago.

How come-- Was she wearing
two pairs of panties?

'Cause we found
two pairs of panties.
I don't understand--

The other pair belonged
to a girl named Sandy.

- Sandy.
- What is this...

All right,
what about the handcuffs?

The handcuffs are just
a pair of handcuffs. That's all.

You know any
of these women? Huh?

What about her?

Look, I know where
you're going with this, okay?

Where am I going?

And I wanna make
one thing clear here, okay?

I ain't no killer.
All right?

I ain't no killer.

But I did know
a couple of these girls.

- Who'd you know? Her?
- I knew this girl here.

- Marisue Haller?
- Yeah.

- You knew her?
- Yeah.

How'd you know Marisue?

Think one night
I picked her up on the strip

and I took her over
to Steve's Broiler.

And I-- I took her out
to the airport once.

Wow. Specific.
That's good.

You have a really
good memory, Jeb.

Commended for that memory.
It's very impressive.

What can you remember about
any of these other people?

Take your time.

Lot of time. Her?

- I knew this girl here.
- You knew Cindy Hinds?

How'd you know Cindy Hinds?

I gave her
a ride somewhere.

I can't remember
where I picked--

I just remember
picking her up one night.

Have sex with any of them?

No, I did not.

And that's it.

I swear.
That is it.

Mm-hmm.

You swear?

Okay.

So why aren't you
celebrating?

Why?

According to the news,
you found the guy, right?

Uh, no, see, th--
the news is way off.

See, there wasn't
much evidence on the bodies

that we found,
so we have to...

physically tie him
to one of the women,

or we have to let him go.

Oh, Lord.

Maybe there's someone,
you know, some--

someone who got away,
some woman he tried to kill
who got away,

could identify him.

Otherwise we wait
for another body.

God willing,
we'll find one.

God willing?

You had him!

Why didn't you just
arrest the sucker?

Because we don't have
enough evidence, we--

Let me tell you
what else you have.

You have a list
of ten missing women,

two of whom just turned up
in Los Angeles very much alive.

And you have
all the city's newspapers,

not to mention the mayor
and the governor,

breathing down my neck
because you don't

do your damn job,
detective!

Helen: I did not take
your damn disability check!

Who cashed it?
Somebody did.

Don't you talk
to him that way!

I will talk to him
however I want!

221 bucks!

I did not raise
you to act like this.

You stole it,
you little bitch!

I'm not a bitch,
you big, fat, ugly ass!

Mother: Now you do not
talk to him that way!

He is the man of the house!
You show him some respect!

He's screwing me, Mom...
more than he's screwing you.

Is that what you mean
by respect?

Helen:
So how much does God will?

Was it in His plan
to have women die?

Or if He leaves
these things up to us, why?

We make lousy decisions.

Why would God
let this happen?

By the time you ask that,
it's too late.

It's already over.

So why even think about it?

Except sometimes
you have to.

Whoa.

The body has been identified
as Laura Meeks, age 17.

She was first reported missing
by her boyfriend two months ago,

but she has been dead
since late July,

leading us to believe
the killer does not dump

all his victims in the river.

Still, I want a list of every
fresh water fishing license

issued in the state
of Washington.

I want that list
cross-checked

with a list of all the men
arrested for soliciting
prostitution

in the state over the last
couple years. Faye.

I got the lab results
on Jeb Dallas' hair.

It is similar to hair
found on one of the victims.

Similar's not good enough.
How about his blood?

He is group O non secretor.

It's a match for
the sperm found in Opal Mills,

not an exclusive match.

Uh-huh. How about
the men's socks

tied around the neck
of the latest victim?

Can we trace that to anyone?

Not yet,
but we have a witness

saying that Jeb Dallas
named Opal Mills as a victim

before her name
was released to the public.

How reliable?

Look, Jeb Dallas
fits the profile to a T.

Single, male,
drinker, smoker.

We need to stay on this,
people. Let's go.

So my mom came home
piss drunk the other night

'cause her boyfriend
took off on her.

The grunt's gone?

Yep.

Took off in
the middle of the night.

Now she blames that on me.

You're kidding.

She said I better not even
look at the next one.

Like I'm a rival or something.

I mean, God, it's not like
she has good taste in men.

She's so desperate,
she'd grab at anything.

Hey, let's set her up
on a blind date

with somebody
who's fat and gay.

She deserves that. Yeah.

Did I tell you
that she tried to abort me?

Really?

That's what she said.

She said I should
be thankful that she didn't.

Wow. What'd you say?

I said, "Thankful for what?
Having you as a mother?"

God, I didn't ask
to be born.

Far out.
Must have fixed her.

Yeah.

What if I did, though?

I mean, what if I was, like,
a really bad person

in a past life?

And I have to make up
for it now,

which is why this life
is so crappy.

You mean like
you're Nixon or something?

Yeah.

Do you think that's true
for everyone?

Do you think
what happens to us

is our fault?

God, I hope not.

If it is, I must have been
Jack the Ripper.

- Daddy?
- Yeah.

Joey at school
says these are bad women.

He says his mom says
you're wasting your time.

Well, I'm sorry
she feels that way.

You know, my granddad,
your great grandfather,

he was a minister--
actually he wanted me
to become a minister.

Became a policeman.

But he'd take me fishing,

and he'd say-- you know,
we'd catch the little fish
and he'd throw them back,

he'd say, "God doesn't throw
the little ones back."

'Cause they're helpless,
so they need someone
to look after them.

Well, these women
are helpless,

so it's up to me
to help God

by stopping the bad guy
who's hurting them.

I have to do this, honey.
I can't not do it.

Tell Joey
to mind his own beeswax.

- I swear it's not!
- Ugh!

Just listen!

Get away from me!

What-- Ellie!
Ellie, come back here!

Come back here!

The guy was, like,
Mexican or Indian or something.

She never came back.

Maybe she doesn't
love you anymore.

We live together.

She left all of her things.

She always comes back
in the morning.

She runs away a lot?

She dates, okay?

I'll make a note of it.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Hi.

You the owner
of the pickup?

- Yeah.
- Mind if I ask you
a couple questions?

No, not at all.

You driving around the SeaTac
strip last Friday night?

No, I was home
here with my kid.

-Dave: Mm-hmm.
-Man: Why?

Why? Well, a truck
similar to this one

was seen picking up
a prostitute

who has since disappeared.

Can your kid
vouch for you?

Yeah, sure... if you take
the word of an eight-year-old.

-Eight years old?
-Yeah.

Truck you spotted was blue,
not green as you descried.

The owner's not Mexican
or Indian, as you described.

We talked to the guy.
He's got nothing to hide.

And then a dinner
at the airport.

Found her license.

Seems she hopped a flight to
Hawaii under a different name.

We got a tip she's working
the streets in Honolulu.

She wouldn't do this to me.

Well, she just did.
Reichert.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, patch it through to Faye.
Thank you.

Helen:
Everyone always asks

why do bad things happen
to good people?

What a stupid question.

Why do they happen to them
again and again?

That's what I wanna know.

Go over here and get
footprints if you can.

Why do they sometimes push
good people over the edge?

But then...

whoever said life was fair?

Chances are
it's the same guy.

Serial killers do occasionally
change their MOs.

The manner of this death
apart from the props

is similar to the others.

Fish and wine have
a Last Supper connotation.

The man you're looking for
has deep religious issues.

You a religious man, Dave?

Yeah. Why?

Well, I think he's trying
to send you a message.

I'm sorry.
He's busy right now.

Did you hear what the hell
I just said?

Three white girls and three
black girls were killed.

That represents the Trinity.

Sir, please lower your voice.

Just give that to Reichert
and tell him to look at it.

You remember Jeb Dallas,
the guy who fit the FBI profile?

Well, he shows up
out of the blue,

spouting Biblical verses.
Listen to this one.

"If these things be true
and the tokens of virginity

be not found for the damsel,

then they shall bring out
the damsel to the door
of her father's house,

and the men of her city shall
stone her with stones
till she die."

Meaning?

Well, meaning
it might explain the rocks
found inside 'em.

You're bringing them home?

Well, yeah, I just-- I--
I need a better filing system.

Do you remember that
chess game in college
you tried to play with me?

And you had no idea how to play
and I called you on it?

I knew how to play.

I said,
"You can't do this,"

and you said,
"There's no such thing
as 'can't do.'"

I know you believe that, Dave.

I know you do your best
to live your life by that.

But sometimes... sometimes
a person needs to ask for help.

I do ask for help.
I-- I pray every day.

Not that kind of help,
darling.

Get a computer.

All right.

What was their
life like before all this?

Before they hit the streets?

Did they come from happy homes?

Probably not.

Did they run or away or
were they kicked out?

Were they in trouble?

Did they have boyfriends?

Did they want husbands, kids?

Heck, most of them were kids.

Green River Task
force, Detective Reichert.

No, we do not have
anyone in custody

at this time, ma'am.

I'm sure that's true, ma'am,

but if your niece is missing
for more than 72 hours.

Yes, ma'am, I have a
daughter of my own.

Detective Reichert?

Yeah, hold on one second.

I'm Greta.

The Green River Killer
tried to kill me.

His name's Joe Jakes,
he's a cab driver.

The guy you're looking for
is a cab driver just like me.

His girlfriend
was Laura Meeks,

they found her body
last September.

He picked me up and
he tried to choke me

when I wouldn't let
him do what he wanted.

Which was what?

Put things inside me.

What are you doin'?

Come on!

Just tell me what's going on.

Huh?

No, no!

Is that what this is about?

You believe her?

She's a drunk.

Just answer the
questions, please.

Did you kill Laura Meeks?

No.

Hell no.

Did you kill Wendy Caufield?

No.

Hey, Natty, does yours sting?

'Cause mine's still stinging.

Mm-mm.

Hey, let me see it.

Okay.

Let me see yours.

They look so good!

I didn't think it would
hurt that bad, you know?

Pain is love, sister.

Here, this'll help.

So am I supposed to love
everyone who gives me pain?

You better love a lot of them,

or you'll be pretty lonely.

Well, I love you, girl.

I love you, girl.

Forever.

Is love fate or choice?

We always think it's fate,

until it turns sour.

Reichert.

All right, I'll be right there.

But maybe our
mistakes are fate too,

and not just bad choices.

And we end up hating ourselves

for something that we
had no control over.

All right, let's
set up the grid.

Set up the grid, I
want the entire site

combed for evidence.

If you see anything suspicious,

photograph it, bag it, tag
it, do not contaminate it.

Let's go.

But whatever they are,

however we handle the
bad stuff that happens,

we can't keep it from
spilling over to other people.

So that our bad
stuff becomes theirs.

Our mistakes, our fate, or
whatever you want to call it,

catches all up in some
sticky spiderweb of chance

where we struggle, and
do our best to escape.

And where innocent
people sometimes die.

My God.

She was pregnant.

Hey.

Could you give me a lift?

Little
Girl Blue and Dirty Wings

trying for position
on the inside,

and round the up field
is Social Tea and-

Uh, hi.

Hi.

I'm Hel, who are you?

I'm Len.

You're Hel?

When I feel like it.

I got a tattoo!

For my 18th birthday,
do you want to see it?

It still kinda hurts though,

that's why I wanted the beer.
You can have some if you want.

It says Nat and Hel, that's me.

What the hell are you doing?

You put your clothes back on.

Hi, Mom.

Don't you act all
innocent with me!

You took the last one,
you are not taking this one too.

Mom, I was just
showing Lenny here-

You little whore!
My tattoo!

Excuse me?

Why don't you stick
to boys your own age

and just quit ruining my life!

Oh, like you
haven't ruined mine.

Mom, you are the whore.

I am not the whore!

Great way to wish
me a happy birthday!

I'm leaving this
disgusting house.

What are you lookin' at?

Looks like
you need a little fun.

What made you think that?

May I entertain you?

Life's guarantee.

Sure.

Why the hell not?

You ever been in a movie?

You're lovely enough
to be in a movie.

Thanks.

I make movies.

I'd like you to be
in my newest movie.

Would you like that?

Have I ever seen
one of your movies?

Well, if you had,
you wouldn't forget it.

Where are we going?

Relax.

This is now the largest
unsolved serial murder case

in American history.

Jeb Dallas, our prime suspect,

he's been in our
sights for over a year,

but hasn't been arrested.

Joe Jakes, another suspect
still on the prowl.

Why?

Because according to Dave,

we don't have evidence
that'll stand up in court.

Looks like Dave
needs a little help.

We're now officially
the enhanced

Green River Task Force.

And Dave's still in charge,

but from now on, anything
that goes through Dave,

I want to see.

We're gonna be re interviewing
all our old leads,

we're gonna go-

We're not gonna
do that, no, that's-

Sit down, Dave.

We got plenty of stuff
to work on right now.

We need to be moving
forward, not moving backward-

Sit down.

- Why?
We need to be moving forward- -Sit down!

Don't you dare embarrass me
in an open meeting ever again.

All I'm saying
is that it's better

to move forward than
backward, that's all.

15 women are dead.

And other than Jeb
Dallas and Joe Jakes,

we have no other major suspects.

That is because we are
seriously undermanned-

You are the leader of
this task force, Dave.

What you say, these
guys take as gospel.

But if you have problems
with what I say,

you come to me in private.

Because if you don't, I
will transfer you, Reichert.

You'll be on your ass, off
this case, and out that door.

You got it?

Yep.

That's it, we're done here.

I want those original
suspects polygraphed ASAP.

Whoa!

You all right, darling?

What's going on?

Don't touch me!

It's okay, it's okay, let's
just get off the street.

You all right?

What's going on?

Can I help you?

I think I just got picked
up by the Green River Killer.

Yeah?

That man that's killing women.

Are you okay?

Do you want to call the cops?

They won't believe me.

Why would they believe me?

They'll just send me
home and I can't go home.

Why can't you go home?
My mom hates me, okay?

My mom thinks I'm a whore.

I'm not a whore,
I'm not a whore!

I can see that.

Okay?

Do you have some place to stay?

I'll take you to some...

We'll get something
to eat, okay?

Were you acquainted
with Alma Smith?

No.

Did you kill her?

No.

Were you acquainted
with Colleen Brockman?

No.

Did you kill
Colleen Brockman?

No.

In may of '82,
you were picked up

for soliciting prostitutes.

Is that correct?

I'm addicted, I admit it.

Were you acquainted
with Kim Nelson?

Yes, I dated her.

Did you kill her?

No.

Did you kill
Kimi-Kai Pitsor?

No!

Well, that's it.

We got our guy.

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Dave.

He was lying through his teeth.

All we have is a
single squiggly line

on a single piece of paper
that says he's lying.

You know as well as that
could be a bad read,

or could be picking
something else up

and registering that as a lie.

So, you don't
think Jeb did it?

We've been following
this guy for how long?

All we have is that
single line, that's it?

It's the sum total
of what we have,

and that's not even admissible?

It's
better than nothing.

That doesn't feel right.

Julie?

Julie!

Yeah?

I have a place I
want to take you.

I'm gonna take you there,

and I'm gonna tie you up,

and you can scream,
you can scream forever,

and no one can hear you.

What's your name?

Dave?

What's wrong?

It's a...

It's a...

King County Police.

This is Detective Reichert.

I want a patrol car outside my
house immediately, thank you.

Hang on, hang on.

I also want another car
taking my kids to school

every day from now
on, you got that?

You got that?

Yes sir, right.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes.

It's fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah..

So, who's Nat?

Hm?

That little guy here.

Hm.

She's my girlfriend.

What do you mean
your girlfriend?

Not that kinda girlfriend.

Yeah, I guess there's
always room for three here.

No, not that kinda girlfriend!

She's like...

Like a buddy.

Do you have any buddies?

No.

Not anymore.

Not since I was 10.

Oh, that's not true,
I take that back.

I do have one buddy.

He's a very, very friendly guy.

No, I don't do that.

Do you really do that?

It makes me happy.

He's a very friendly guy.

You oughta introduce yourself.

No, thanks.

How old are you?

18.

So you're an adult, right?

I mean, you shouldn't
meet this guy

when you're a kid.

You have no control.

But when you're an
adult, you have a choice.

You can say yes or no.

You can shake his hand one day,

and walk away the next.

I don't make love to
little girls, you know.

I make love to women.

One black in the river.

Had a stone in the...

Vagina.

That's never been made public.

I know.

He had sex after they're dead.

Says he's a cop.

What line?

16.

Out of state cop.

Get this overnight to Quantico.

Get the FBI on it.

All right.

The author of the letter

has no connection with
the Green River homicides.

'Cause the man who wrote this

is making a feeble
and amateurish attempt

to gain some personal importance

by manipulating
the investigation.

Well, how did he
get the information then?

Rumors.

Or hearsay, right?

I mean, there's lots
of misinformation

-I know.
-Dave, Dave, Dave.

I know this guy, okay?

Better than anybody.

Because that's my job, right?

And your job is
tracking down the clues.

How's it going?

Well, we're interviewing
and polygraphing

a number of suspects.

Some for a second
and third time.

And how's that going for you?

You see my point, Dave?

You may be the best
detective in Seattle,

but this is the big leagues.

All right? Watch and learn.

Let's go.

Don't!

No, don't.

I don't like that.

Don't, move your hand.

Stop it.

Success!

Sleeping Beauty's castle.

Load the spaceship.

I don't think he
can fly, Daniel.

Sure, it can.

When I was
in the 7th grade,

I wrote a poem and buried
it beneath the tree

in my old backyard.

I wonder if I dug it up, would
it be as good as I remember?

Probably not.

Nothing ever is.

Dave?

It's the office.

God.

He put that inside her?

By the river about 30
yards, south south-west.

Bodies discovered 30 feet
apart from each other.

Hey.

What do you got?

We haven't started
on this one yet,

but take a look at this.

We found another body over here.

It appears to be female.

Female both?

Yeah, both female.

No, don't touch me.

Hey.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

But I don't have any
money to pay for it.

Okay.

We'll get it later.

No, I tried, but he said he'd
do it for free for a favor.

He likes you.

What?

What?

Bobby, no.

Just this once, okay?

No, Bobby, that's not fair.

I know.

But I've been busting my ass
for you all these months.

Just this once, okay?

I know it won't mean
anything to you.

I know you'll be thinking of me.

Okay?

Just this once, okay?

Okay.

There he is.

Dave, you know Seth
Imperia from the FBI.

Seth.

Dave, how you doin'?

Good.

-How's the case going?
-It's goin'.

Task force over the
weekend received a letter

offering us help in
identifying the killer.

Seth here has come to
give us some advice

on what to do about it.

What makes you think
this letter isn't a hoax?

'Cause I know it's not.

The letter's from
a man who claims

he has expertise in this area.

Says he can't go into
any personal detail,

but he says he knows how the
mind of a serial killer works,

and I'm inclined to believe him.

Why's that?

He's on death row
in Florida, Dave.

His name is Ted Bundy.

Hi, Ted.

I'm Seth.

This is Dave.

Hi.

Have a seat, hope I can help.

Let me begin by saying that
I have intuitions based on...

Based on feelings.

I'll tell you this about
the Green River man.

Violent death is indispensable
to his fantasies.

What's he like?

Low-key.

He may be single,
he may be married.

When you get too much
into the profiles,

you lose something.

The girls on the
strip disappeared

because he didn't
fit the profile.

He doesn't seem like a
killer, and so they trust him.

Maybe he's offering
them employment,

or money or drugs.

Maybe he says he's a cop.

But in the end, it's
all about the hunt.

He loves to hunt.

It's all about the killing.

It's like a hobby.

How do we catch him?

Next time you find a
fresh body, stake it out.

He'll be back.

He wants to have
sex with the dead.

He wants that feeling
of power and ownership.

Physical possession.

You look troubled,
am I boring you?

You see, some people,
they think that serial
killers want to be caught.

Like they have a
little voice inside

telling them what
they're doing is wrong.

Don't believe it,
he's loving this.

It's personal.

And I could tell by
looking at you, Dave,

it's personal for you too.

Yeah.

His face looked cold.

He put me in a choke hold

but I scratched his
forearm and I got away.

He couldn't catch me,

'cause his pants were
down around his ankles.

I seen him.

Who's that?

The killer.

The guy who took my girlfriend.

Your girlfriend?

Judy Hemmerly.

I seen him when he took her.

Judy Hem...

That was over 2 years ago.

So?

I've been down in San Diego.

I didn't know she was dead.

Have a seat.

This man is not
considered a suspect

in the death of Judy Hemmerly-

Hey, I know him.

He looks like the
guy that picked me up

right before I met you.

Really?

Please call the task
force hotline at 555-8965.

And now for a WRCB
editorial on this case,

our station manager, Lynn Mosey.

Thank you, Ed.

There are now 29 women dead

and 13 are still
missing in King County.

The inept detectives on
the Green River Task Force

are now being pressured by
politicians and the public

to call in the FBI.

Where's the patrol car?

I sent it away.

What, why?

Dave...

You realize if you
send the patrol car away,

then we don't have any-
It was a threat, okay?

Nothing's happened for 9 months.

Because we're protected.

Once you take-

Because he's not
coming after us.

He just wanted to scare you
just like you scared him.

Sweetheart,
do you understand,

we can't take-

We have to live
our lives, Dave.

We live in a safe universe.

I have to believe that.

And I have to believe that
God is watching over us.

What do you believe?

Do you know anymore?

Do you know?

And it was the construction
guys that found the body.

Right.

And what did
they find exactly?

Well, besides a skull,

the construction
crew found a femur

and a pelvis over there.

And that's it?

Well, that's it over there.

But over here, we found
a complete skeleton.

Making two bodies.

Well, one and a half really.

One and a half, right.

The skull seems to have had
some medical procedure done

which matches one of
your missing women.

Yeah.

Yeah, Denise Bush, good work.

Yeah, she had a shunt put in
her brain when she was a kid.

Do you think the killer's
moving down here to Oregon?

Well, we're not
certain, Detective,

but it certainly complicates
our investigation.

Crossing state lines will bring
in the feds now, for sure.

Denise Bush disappeared in '82,

he was still working
Seattle then.

We should try to find
the rest of those bones.

I agree.

So, what
happens is this.

We're cruising along, high
on whatever blinds you,

and you wake up one day

and you suddenly see the truth.

Life is crap, and there's
nothing you can do about it.

You see someone happier

and you just want
to bring 'em down,

which is what I did.

Oh my God.

Hel, oh my God!

Your mom said you went back
east to live with your dad.

That's a lie.

She's such a liar.

So, where you been then?

Just hanging out, going
up and down the coast.

Bobby and I like to
stay ahead of the game.

Bobby?

Yeah, that's my guy.

What about you?

I'm between guys right now.

That's okay though.

I'm getting my GED, and
I'm like totally broke, so.

Hey, you know any
ways of making money

that are fast and legal?

Almost legal.

What?

You wouldn't do it.

How do you know?

Just forget about it.

What?

Turning fake tricks.

What?

No way, man, I
don't do that crap.

It's fake, Nat, it's not real.

And it's so easy.

I promise you,
it's totally safe.

What do you mean it's fake?

You don't do anything.

You just work out a price, but,

he has to pay you
half in advance.

Once you get the money, you
tell him you're underage,

then you split.

But I'm 19.

Nat, he doesn't know that.

You could make a
hundred bucks an hour.

It's stupid!

I'm not crazy.

No, you're chicken!

Bawk! You're a chicken.

Because of the bodies found
across state lines in Oregon

and because of public and
private expressions of concern,

the FBI has assigned
several agents to the case

to help apprehend this killer.

You can do it!

What are you doing?

Come on!

Turn, go.

Good girl.

We now have 55 investigators

on the enhanced Green
River Task Force.

Get in.

Now just get the
money and get out.

We've covered a
lot of territory

in tracking this man down,

and are now closer than
ever to identifying him.

Get out.

Get...

Nat, where are you...

Nat!

I have a sneaking suspicion
that in the coming year

the Green River
Killer will be caught.

Hey, Helen.

Can I give you a lift?

Hey, girl, I haven't seen
you in a while. How you been?

Is Nat here?

Yeah.

She's in her room,
she got in late.

Nat?

Oh my God, are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

I said get out of the
truck, what happened?

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?

Did you get any money?

Was it the Green River Killer?

It doesn't matter.

Well, you'll never guess
who picked me up last night.

The Grunt.

He's found God, he's turned
into this religious nut.

You know, he's falling
all over himself

just apologizing for
what he used to do to me,

all the while, his
hand is on my thigh.

Go away, Hel!

I don't want to see you
again for a while, okay?

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Detective Reichert.

Thank you.

Detective Reichert?

Mhm.

The man at the desk said
that I should talk to you.

You saw the truck.

Yeah.

It was gray and had one of
those things on the back of it.

Like a canopy?

Yeah.

Did you get a license number?

No, I was too far away.

Your friend, would
she talk to me?

I don't think so.

I tell you what,

I need you to write down her
address and I'll go see her.

Are you okay?

I mean, are you thirsty?

Do you want a drink or a coffee?

No, I'm okay.

Excuse me, Dave,
I'm wondering if you could

give me a hand with this-

Can you just give me a second?

Helen.

Be careful.

I'll be okay.

Thanks.

This word here, it's...

Rigor... Lividity.
What is that?

Lividity, it has
to do with the blood

setting in the body.

When it becomes fixed,
rigor mortis sets in.

Didn't they teach you
anything at Quantico?

Well, they taught
us how to catch them.

Really?

Name's Greenwald.

He cuts the heads off neighbor's
dogs when they bother him.

He's a trapper, so
he knows the area

like the back of his hand.

He knows the river, he
knows the dump sites,

fits the profile perfect.

Hanoi certainly does.

It's a wonder I've
never heard of him.

You will.
We've just picked him up.

First words out of his mouth,

"What took you so long?"

Hi.

Natalie Webley?

I'm Detective Reichert.

I want to ask you a question.

You have a friend, Helen Remus?

She said that you
had an encounter

with the Green River Killer,

is that true?

I don't want to talk about it.

You don't want to
talk about it, why not?

'Cause nothing happened.

Well, that's good.

Did this guy happen
to give you a name?

Joe something.

Joe Jakes?

Gotta hand it to them.

At least they're confident.

Hey, can I have your
attention for a minute please?

A couple of things.

First, Albert Greenwald
has just been cleared

through hair and blood samples.

What?

He has, in the meantime,

filed a lawsuit against the
county for false arrest.

And the result is that
the King County Council,

in order to cut costs,

is reducing the task
force from 55 to 47.

Joe Jakes, whom we polygraphed
as a potential suspect,

hung himself surrounded
by photos of nude women.

I am now convinced,
gentlemen and ladies,

that he was the
Green River Killer.

Again, no proof.

Well then, we have to find it.

As you know, our
new computer system

will soon be up and running,

and that'll be a big help.

I've hired 20 data entry people

to input all our
tips and information.

Now, Faye, I'm
putting you in charge

of overseeing any
lists we might need.

All right, prostitute assaults,

tips on trucks and jeeps,
potential dump sites.

You got that?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

All of a sudden,

I started thinking
about that poem again,

the one in the book
my teacher gave me.

Even though I didn't
believe in it,

I kind of wanted to
prove it was true.

I wanted to prove I was
the master of my fate,

that I had control over my life.

So I did something about it.

Hi.

How are you?

Not bad,
how are you doin'?

What's your name?

Hel.

You like to party?

Huh?

-Hey, hey, where you goin?
-Hey!

Hey, stop!

Stop!

What are you doing?

Can you follow that truck?

Thanks.

I think it's the
Green River Killer.

"Beyond this place
of wrath in tears

looms but the
horror of the shade.

And yet the menace
of the Earth finds,

and shall find me, unafraid."

"It matters not how
straight the gate,

how charged with
punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul."

Seth, hey.

Seth, it's Dave, listen.

I'm looking at
this letter again.

I gotta tell you, man,
I think it's authentic.

Dave, do you have any
idea what time it is?

What if Bundy's right?

What if Bundy's right
and this guy is married

or he has children,
or he's employed.

The perp is Joe Jakes,
and he killed himself.

-All right? It's over, Dave.
-Maybe not.

I just don't think so.
In my gut, I feel like-

You can't
trust your gut.

Okay, Seth.

Listen.

Listen to what I'm saying,
listen to what I'm saying, Seth.

If Bundy was right, okay,

and this guy doesn't
want to get caught,

say the guy does not
want to get caught-

You're an amateur!

All right, you don't know
what you're talking about.

You're an amateur
who's wasting my time.

Fine.

I said to
follow the truck

and he turned left.

What are you doing?

Relax.

Just wait a second.

Hey.

You want to help
me build a fort?

My mom says
I have to stay here.

It's just over
there, it won't take long.

What's your name?

You can call me Bowie.

You know who he is, don't you?

Uh uh.

He invented the knife.

This is a good spot.

Are we
gonna build it here?

Your mom
was right, you know.

What about?

About worrying.

There's people around here

that like to kill
little boys, like you.

I always wanted to
know what it felt like.

How much?

Hundred.

For what?

Whatever you want.

How much control do we
have over our lives?

That's what it comes down to.

He's cute.

Is he yours?

Yeah.

Of the choices we
make, how many choices?

Bet I know who this is.

How old are you, 13?

You're still peeing yourself!

You should be ashamed.

What are your friends gonna say

when they hear about this, huh?

You belong in an institution
for the retarded.

You're gonna turn
into your father.

A wimp who doesn't
stand up for himself

and ends up sleeping
with whores.

Give me your hands.

The trash.

If it was illegal aliens,

you could take him to the border

and fly him back out of here.

You're just as cute
as your little boy.

Still am.

Come on inside.
Let's just do it in here.

No, no, no.

Come on.

Five years is just too long.

You need a break, Dave.

God knows we all do, but
you more than anyone.

'Cause you're absolutely right,

and thank you for your concern.

She could talk.

For 5 minutes, she
could come back

and answer our questions.

Which would be what?

What, other than who done it?

Why?

Why did you go
out with this guy,

and how did he win your trust?

And how did it happen,
how did God let it happen?

When did Joe Jakes kill himself?

February of '86.

This receipt is
from April of '86.

Which means Joe
Jakes is not our guy.

Our guy's still working.

She's talking to you, Dave.

How about we start
with a comparison list

of all the Johns arrested
for solicitation,

prostitution, with all
the pickup truck owners.

I'm on it.

Yeah?

Hi, Mrs. Remus.

I'm Nat, Hel's friend.

Yeah, I remember.

Haven't seen you in
a while, what's up?

Um, I finished my GED.

I'm doing nails
downtown at the market.

Wow.

I'm getting married
in the spring.

Yeah?

Good for you.

I was wondering,
have you seen Hel?

She was working the
strip last I heard.

Maybe you want to
check down there.

She ever call?

She got her own life now.

Okay.

Thanks.

If you hear from her,
will you just tell her

that I asked about her?

Sir, I've gone
through these old files.

There's someone I'd like
to investigate further.

His name's Gary Ridgway.

He turned up on both
the lists I requested.

Owns a pickup truck,

he was arrested on John
patrol in May of 1982,

admits he dates prostitutes,

admits he knew some of
the women who were killed.

Forget it, Dave, we
know it was Joe Jakes.

We don't know that.

He killed
himself, the murders stopped.

What if they haven't?

The last body we found died
after Jakes killed himself.

I just...

I still think we can
stop until we have proof.

And I don't think the newspapers
would want any differently.

Ridgway, why is
this name familiar?

We talked to him in '83,

he passed a polygraph in '84.

He passed?

Which we know from Jeb
Dallas we can't always trust.

Look, I just...

I just think we should take
another look at this guy.

What do you need?

Search his house,
search his pickup truck,

search his locker at work.

Get samples of hair and saliva

and put him under surveillance.

Okay.

You better be right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's going on here?

What's the trouble?

What's going on?

This is my truck.

No trouble, Mr. Ridgway.

Hey.

I have a warrant
to search your truck.

King County Police.

Nothing.

I'm
sorry, say that again?

We found nothing.

Nothing to connect
him with any of these crimes?

No.

Nothing at his
house, nothing at work?

No.

Do you know what this
makes us look like?

In front of his
coworkers and neighbors,

that man was humiliated.

We can't afford another lawsuit,

and we may have one.

He's hired a lawyer.

Just, we...

I thought we were getting close.

I'll tell you
how close we are.

The Seattle Times
got wind of this.

I got a call from a
reporter this morning.

It was all I could do to beg him

to keep that man's
name out of the paper.

They're running
a six part series

about the Green River murders,

and about how we,
as a task force

and a police department
have totally failed.

We're close, Detective Reichert,

to becoming a punchline to
any number of unfunny jokes.

And you followed your gut, okay.

You're a detective
on this task force

with his own gut feelings
about who's behind this.

Let me tell you
what my gut says,

and my gut is
backed by evidence.

Nothing you have shown me so far

connects the last body found
to the Green River Killer.

There are prostitute
murders down in San Diego,

maybe he's there.

There are prostitute
murders in Vancouver,

he could be up there.

But there have been no women
killed for over three years

in the Seattle-Tacoma
area that fit his MO,

and there have been no
women reported missing

that fit his victim profile.

Maybe he changed his MO.

Then prove
it, Reichert, or move on.

You got some ID, ma'am?

You want to step in the car?

Mom, you don't understand!

I understand perfectly,

you're not going to this dance.

I'm going to this dance!

Daddy said-

Daniel, turn the music down!

No, he didn't, and
you are far too young.

But everyone's going!

Not you. Did you tell her
that she could go to this dance?

What?
Daddy, you said I could go!

Nope, not if your
mother says you can't go.

You can't go.

But it's important!

Look, Angela, honestly, I
don't remember talking about it.

Daniel,
I need some help.

What do you know?

You don't know anything,
you're never even here.

Of course I'm here.

Daniel, turn down that music!

Honey, I'm home every night.

Late,
you're always late.

I'm not.

Okay, look. You're old enough
to know what's going on,

you're old enough to
know what I'm doing.

Angela, I'm doing
the best I can!

Did you apologize to Angela?

Not yet.

We miss you, Dave.

I'm here.

No, no you're not.

Even when you're
here, you're not here.

They're counting on me.

Who?

The guys at work?

The dead girls.

And their families.

The families that don't know
where their daughters are,

they don't know
if they're alive.

You know, if anything were
to happen to Angela, I'd-

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

We'll do a two hour live
program with a call-in line

so people can call
in with their tips.

We'll offer a reward
of $100,000 to anything

that leads to a conviction.

We'll have a celebrity host.

We'll re-enact
some of the crimes-

Why will this
make a difference?

Because it works.

I've talked to these producers,

they've already solved over
200,000 felonies worldwide.

200,000.

When in doubt,
turn to Hollywood.

That's right!

That's right.

Whatever it takes, because
somewhere out there

there is someone who
knows who this killer is

who's afraid to
come talk to you.

Now, whether it's the money

that's gonna make a difference,

whether it's some
kind of publicity,

whether it's a matter of
dumb luck, I don't care!

Because we are gonna find
this guy, or I swear to God...

Let's get on it, let's go.

I have been working on this
case for over 6 years now,

and I feel confident that soon

someone will lead us to you.

And when that happens, when
we get that information,

no one will care about
you or your problems,

they will only want
to see you punished.

Many investigators believe

that you are enjoying
these killings,

but several of us believe

that you, you're
haunted by them,

that this is a
nightmare for you.

This whole experience has
been a nightmare for you,

and that you'd like
this nightmare to stop,

but it won't stop.

And that is why you
must contact us.

And you must contact us
before someone calls us

and leads us to you.

Because if we
identify you first,

no one will care what
you think or feel.

It will be too late.

So, please call me,

because it's time
for us to talk.

Honey?

Honey, is something wrong?

It's freezing out here,
you should be in bed.

I'm thinking about dad.

What about him?

He's awfully brave.

Yes, he is.

But I'm not, Mom.

I don't want the
killer to come get us.

Come here.

I love you.

It's okay.

Yeah, come on.

Oh, you're freezing,
let's get you inside.

Operator.

Yeah, I'm looking
for the home phone

of a David Reichert.

Hello?

Hello?

It's such a bad idea.

Think about it.

We've had Jeb
Dallas in our sights

for two and a half years.

Why don't we just pick him up?

-What are we going
to pick him up on?
-Come on!

What evidence are
gonna pick him up?

Gentlemen, ladies,
we got 17,000 pages

of tip sheets to review.

Hello?

This whole manhunt
thing is bull,

it's never gonna work!

You're an idiot, Dave!

You're incompetent!

Hey, you're outta
line, Detective!

Take a walk, Dave.

Detective Brooks, get
him outta here now!

Just calm
down, all right?

I'd like to
report a missing person.

She's not a relative?

She's a friend.

Her mother's alive, but
they aren't speaking.

She's been gone since
the spring of '87.

That's over a year and a half.

Why did you wait this
long to report her?

We weren't speaking either.

She was a prostitute.

I think she was a victim
of the Green River Killer.

The Green River
Killer gets blamed

for everything around here.

She hasn't moved someplace else?

Those girls move around.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Look, she's probably
still out there.

She'll turn up.

In the meantime, we'll
see what we can do.

I never thought about the dead

being just as lost as I was.

Not in heaven or hell,
but in a different place.

Where all they do is
try to figure stuff out.

Life and death, the reasons why.

But now I know.

'Cause now I'm one of them.

I got a few calls that
might lead somewhere,

that's a start.

I did speak to
one girl that knew

more than what we've released.

It's not bad from 7,600
calls in two hours.

Out of 80,000 attempts.

We were understaffed.

You really want to
track down 80,000 tips?

All is takes is one.

I'll track that one,
you do the rest.

Will do.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

At 7:06 a.m.
Eastern Time, 4:06 Seattle Time,

today January 24th, 1989,
Ted Bundy was executed

in an electric chair
in Florida State...

A great
number that took place

in and around the Seattle-Tacoma
region remain unsolved.

Maybe he tells
them that he's a cop.

What's this?

This is a guy named
Everett Holloway.

We got a tip on him from
the manhunt broadcast.

I was going over the Green
River letter last night,

I was trying to figure out
what information was accurate,

what was misinformation.

I came across the line
"out of state cop",

something about out of state.

Anyway, I checked the
manhunt tip sheet,

it turns out we did get
a call from this lady

out in Oregon who said
this guy dressed as a cop,

took her down to his basement

and made dirty movies of her.

Police!

Police, we have a warrant!

Check downstairs.

Clear.

Going up.

Police!

Anything?

Nothing, clear!

She said his
name was Holloway,

so I looked him up.

This guy was an MP
in the military,

got a doctorate in
psychology, and in 1979,

he broke into a uniform shop

and stole some
police paraphernalia.

Two years later he walked
off a prison work program

and disappeared.

That was right before
the murders began.

He currently lives
outside of Portland,

close to where Denise
Bush's skull was found.

So anyway, she ID's him from
the mugshot and she says,

"All this guy
wants to talk about

is how much he
hates prostitutes."

Get this.

How the Green River Killer
kills all his victims

in snuff films.

Dave, I love you.

You know that.

I don't think its
possible for people

to love each other anymore.

I do.

The name's Hel.

Does that turn you on?

'Cause I'm gonna turn you on.

I want to make you happy.

I want to do whatever
it is you want me to do.

What do you want to do?

What's your fantasy?

You want to tie me up?

You can do that.

You want to do something
terrible to me?

Something that just
might get you in...

Go on, Hel.

Don't stop now.

How do you want
to make me happy?

I don't.

I want to make me happy.

But I don't know how.

Have you ever seen that
cartoon "Alice in Wonderland"?

Well, I feel like I've
fallen in that hole

and no matter how hard
I try, I can't get out.

And I do try, I try really hard.

But the thing is...

I don't believe anymore.

I don't believe that there's
anything better than this.

I don't believe that
there's anyone who loves me

or wants to help
me, not even God.

I think God hates me.

And I don't know why.

Please let me go.

Please just let me go.

I don't want to be in here.

Please just let me go.

Help me.

How old were the tapes?

How'd you get those
women to do that?

Let's back up, shall we?

You pose as a police officer.

Then what?

They came of
their own free will.

Why are they tied up?

The bonds were loose.

Why were some crying?

They're faking it.

-How many died?
-None.

None died?
None died.

Did you see any die?

Did you watch all the tapes?

Did you like what you saw?

Did you enjoy your
little investigation?

How many victims of
the Green River Killer

were in my movies?

-At least one.
-Who?

Her name's Helen Remus.

Never heard of her.

She's on your tapes.

She's not a
Green River victim.

She's missing.

Doesn't mean she's dead.

Did you find her body?

No.

Of course not.

I know their names
backwards and forwards.

There's no Helen Remus.

We've got you, Everett.

Do you understand that?

We've got you.

Look around you, you're
not going anywhere.

Do you know where you're going?

Jail.

What do you think is
gonna happen in jail

when those boys find
out what kinda stuff-

I didn't kill those women.

If I did, I wouldn't be here.

Look at Bundy, he
was phenomenal.

You guys still don't know
how many women he killed.

But in the end, he was
stupid, he made mistakes.

If I had done this, I
wouldn't make mistakes.

But I'm here.

Therefore, I didn't do it.

Once again, you've
arrested an innocent man.

Yeah, you're here, Everett.

I think your logic's
a little flawed.

It's like fingerprints,
only better.

They're still working on
it, I did some research.

They haven't perfected it yet,

but DNA's the coming thing.

So you think we can match
Holloway to some of the victims?

We can only hope.

When I was a kid,

I used to wonder if the dead
ever talked to the living.

What would they say?

I figure they'd try to help us,

like tell us to buy
this lottery ticket

or not to go out with that guy.

Do you think he
killed all of them?

Um, a good many of them, yeah.

Why?

I don't know, sweetheart.

Why would God let this happen?

Well...

Well, God gives
people free will,

they get to make choices.

The guy who did this
made a terrible choice.

Do you think God
is punishing them?

No, I don't think
it works that way,

it's not their
fault what happened.

-But didn't they choose
to live like that?
-Yeah.

But that doesn't give anyone
the right to hurt them.

So, why doesn't
God help you find him

so more women don't die?

You might think about
becoming a lawyer, honey,

because you ask some
really tough questions.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

I just got a call
from the DNA lab.

Everything we sent
them, totally useless.

Unbelievable.

You kiddin' me?

The tests aren't
advanced enough

to compare anything
about blood type.

So Holloway matches, but so
do a hundred other suspects.

Although I had to destroy
most of the samples

in order to get this far.

So, Holloway walks.

In another
stunning setback

for the King County
Green River Task Force,

King County Police have
released former Marine

Everett Holloway, who
was arrested last month

in connection with the
murders of 39 women.

Lack of progress has
plagued the task force

for several years,

and protesters have
decried the misuse

of King County taxes on a case

that has gone
unsolved since 1982.

It is generally believed
that the Green River Killer

has stopped killing,
moved elsewhere, or died.

In other events...

I didn't believe that
anyone wanted to help me.

That's what I thought.

But I was wrong.

Excuse me, ladies.

Do you recognize
this lady at all?

No.
No?

Okay.

Excuse me, do you
recognize this woman?

- Sorry.
- Are you sure?

-Mhm.
-Okay, thank you.

See, you have to believe
even if you're mistaken.

Even if there truly is no one
who gives a damn about you.

'Cause what's the point of
thinking that, to be right?

Why not believe in Santa
even if it's a lie?

It makes you happy,
who's it gonna hurt?

So what if you
look like an idiot?

You gotta hope, even
if hope is a lie.

The manhunt program so far

has produced only
one viable lead.

We have decided therefore,
due to budget restraints,

to reduce the task force to
two full-time detectives.

Detective Dave Reichert,
and Detective Faye Brooks.

One at a time.

Heading home?

Angela's going out on
her first date tonight.

Congratulations.

She was 9 when this started.

How long you been driving?

About 6 months.

Any traffic violations
I should know of?

No, sir.

What movie are
you gonna go see?

I thought I'd let
Angela decide that.

-No R-rated films.
-No, sir.

You coming straight home?

Daddy, if you're
gonna go through

his entire criminal history,
we're gonna be late.

What? What criminal history?

Come on, friend.

I'll be back by 11:30.

I'll bring her home right
after the movie, I promise.

All of us here?

We still hope.

Like, once I met this
girl, Ted Bundy did her,

and she's not like me.

She was in college, she
came from a nice family,

she never saw it comin'.

But if she had seen it coming

or if someone in her family had

and there was no way to stop it,

wouldn't that have been worse?

I mean, if the choice is
between fate and hope-

It's only 10:45.

The movie's probably
just letting out.

I'm not worried.

Well, hope lets you
breathe a little easier.

See you later.

Goodnight.

Did you have a good time?

Yeah.

Did you?

Oh, I've been
working all night,

I just came out five minutes
ago to have a little break.

What movie did you see?

Um, we didn't.

We went to lakes near Mission.

We talked.

You talked?

Yeah.

And guess what I found out?

What?

He's not the
Green River Killer.

Angel, I never thought-

You live in a different
world than I do, Daddy.

You see horrible
things every day.

Well, horrible things happen.

But they don't have to happen.

And most of the time they don't.

Well, that's true,
but it doesn't mean

they're not going to happen-

Well, when you were a kid,

horrible things never
happened to you.

You were never even
mugged or attacked.

I was.

A long time ago, I was not
much older than your brother.

I got away.

Help me!

But who knows what he
would've done if I hadn't.

Ever since then, I've
dedicated my life

to stopping people like him,

people who prey on
innocent others.

And they're out
there, sweetheart.

Nobody ever expects
to meet them,

and then it's too late.

Thank you, Daddy.

For keeping me safe.

I don't believe that
there's anyone who loves me,

who wants to help me.

Not even God.

I think God hates me.

And I don't know why.

Help me.

But it's never enough.

You picked up the phone.

You caught the case answering
the phone that first time,

all because some guy
tried to slit your throat.

So, was that bad luck?

I don't believe in luck.

Okay.

But in high school, you
lived for 3 and a half months

overlooking the Green River.

That must've been fate.

I don't believe in fate.

Then what do you
believe in, Dave?

But I do believe in God.

And you think that this
was part of God's plan?

You think that God would
let you let us down?

He put me in a choke hold,

but I scratched his
forearm and got away.

Gotcha.

Yep.

We got another one.

What is it?

It was a shunt.

It's a brain shunt.

See?

Find the skull yet?

Not so far.

No, because he moved it.

What?

The skull, he moved the skull.

It turned up a couple
years ago down in Oregon,

by Halloway's place.

The skull seems to have had
some medical procedure done.

You see, he killed her here

and after she was decomposed

he takes the skull,
he takes some bones,

- he plants himself in Portland.
- Why?

Because he wants us to think

he's not working here anymore.

But I know better,
because I know who he is.

Okay, what do you mean you?

You got him because of a shunt?

No, because a little
piece of the puzzle

that I found a couple of
days ago that I overlooked.

So, what are you saying?

You've got Halloway?

I got the Green
River Killer, yeah.

Now we just have to catch him.

Excuse me, girls.

Do you recognize this girl?

No.
No?

Okay, thank you.

Are you dating?

Um, no, but I need your help.

Do you recognize her?

Give it here.

I always thought there
could be a woman who got away.

You know, one woman who
managed to get away.

There was, and she
came and talked to you.

He put me in a choke hold,

but I scratched his
forearm and got away.

But she ID'd him, though.

And so two days ago, I
checked out his work records,

see the registrations,

it turns out this
guy was available

for every single
one of the murders,

and he's had a good
number of pickup trucks.

The trucks didn't always match
the eyewitness's description,

but he had a brother
who had some that did.

Are you telling
me it's Jeb Dallas?

No, see, it's not Jeb
Dallas, that's the thing.

Jeb Dallas fits the profile,

this guy doesn't
fit the profile.

So then, who is it, Dave?

Come on, just stop
fooling me, tell me.

It's Gary Ridgway.

You know, she does
look kind of familiar.

Is she your sister?

Practically.

Come on inside.

It's miserable out
there, come on inside.

Come on, I'm not gonna bite.

Come on, here.

Here's a towel, just
wipe yourself off.

Come on.

And roll up that window,
it's soaking over here.

Thanks.

Yeah, I do remember her.

I remember her real well.

Gary Ridgway?

Yeah.

And it was Ted Bundy
who gave me the clue.

When you get too
much into the profile,

you lose something.

Girls on the strip
disappeared because

he didn't fit the profile.

They trusted him,
we trusted him.

In the last 48 hours
I've tracked down

everything I could
find on the guy.

Visited Kenworth
Motor where he worked,

I couldn't believe it.

It was the exact same
building my dad worked

when I was a kid.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

Then I found his ex.

In 1973, me and
Gary hooked up.

Man, he was wild.

He'd take me for
picnics in the woods,

he loved the woods.

He was a blast.

Judge not, that
ye be not judged.

And after our son
was born, he found God,

got very religious.

You've seen prostitutes!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so big deal.

So be it, who
doesn't see pros...

You're picking up
whores, you bastard!

Then he started going
out in the evenings

for long periods of time.

He'd come home
dirty or soaking wet

and never say what
he'd been doing.

When I forced him, God
went out the window.

He didn't want another divorce,

didn't want to be thought
of as a loser, which he was.

Gary made his first
big mistake in '82,

he was arrested
for solicitation.

After that, he took
women elsewhere.

That's when he started killing.

A year later, he
was nearly caught.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Are you the owner
of the blue pickup?

Yeah.

Mind if I ask
you a few questions?

No, not at all.

I remember him
rolling down his sleeves.

I remember at the time I
just thought it was nothing,

I didn't think it was important.

And then I was going
through the tip sheets

and came across your
interview with Eleanor.

And I scratched his
forearm and got away.

So I pulled his
medical records...

I think Gary claims he
had some kind of accident,

he spilled battery
acid on his arm.

He got scared.

Had his so called accident
after we showed up

in order to cover
up the scratches.

We all made mistakes,
we all made assumptions.

The
author of the letter

has no connections with
the Green River homicides.

We're looking for a smoker,
we're looking for a drinker,

we're looking for a big guy,

someone that looked
strong enough

to hold the bodies
down in the river

while he covered
them with rocks.

We were looking for a loner,

someone who hadn't married,
who didn't have kids,

we were looking for a drifter,

someone who couldn't
hold down a steady job.

Gary was none of these.

Gary held a job for 30 years,

he had a perfect
attendance record,

he had an active social
life, he re-married.

He didn't match
the profile at all.

Not used to a man wanting me.

I'm not used to
a woman wanting me.

And believe me,
I've known a few.

He called my home the
night of the broadcast.

So please call me,

because it's time
for us to talk.

Yeah, I'm looking
for the home phone

of David Reichert, I
think he lives in Renton.

Just
a moment, please.

That number is 5-5-5-9-0-8-3.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Gotcha.

So we got him.

None of its proof.

We need proof, Faye,
we need evidence.

We need hard evidence.

I can't stop him until
I can tie him to a body.

What's her name again?

Um, Helen.

Hel for short.

Right, yeah, yeah.

So here's
what I've figured out.

I used to think that God
didn't exist or care.

I mean, 'cause if he did,

he doesn't know what he's doing.

It's all up to us.

But the more I think about it,

the more I've come to believe
there really is a plan,

the stuff that turns
our lives around,

it's almost like
it's meant to be.

Like me meeting Nat or Dave.

Like me meeting Gary.

No, I think I was mistaken.

Get outta here, go on.

Get outta here!

Maybe it
is fate after all,

with a little bit
of choice mixed in.

Dave.

-What?
-Bad news.

What's going on?

-We're tossing it, Dave.
-What?

It's taking
up too much space.

You're not taking this stuff.

Most of this crap is
either circumstantial or-

No, no, no!

This is what we need to tie
this body to Gary Ridgway.

- Gary Ridgway?
- That's right.

You tried that once
before, remember?

Hey, nothing in
those freezers.

And leave those rape kits.

There's
not a chance in hell

they can do anything-

I'm not letting this go.

- Fine.
- Fine.

You know what?
You keep your damn evidence.

But you're not gonna be
around to play with it,

because you're off
the task force, Dave.

What?

Yeah, you've been promoted.

You're not my choice,
but I guess they're short

on mule-headed troublemakers,

or maybe they just
want you out of here.

Either way, Faye's
the only one left.

You got my job now, Detective.

Enjoy it.

Come on, fellas.

Captain, Captain!

It's over, Dave.

Still, with
fate or without it,

life moves on.

The bodies they find
in the late 80s and 90s

are so decomposed,

they can't even say
what killed them.

So the victim list doesn't grow,

and a lot of the cases just
get filed and forgotten.

Everyone starts slowing down,
getting ready to retire.

Except Dave.

Did the vaginal swap.

Found traces of semen.

It's called polymerase
chain reaction

short tandem repeats,
which in English means,

they can construct
entire chains of DNA

from a very small
amount of evidence.

How small?

A single public hair,
single drop of sperm,

we can try.

The catch is, they have
to destroy the evidence

in order to get results, but-

It's a gamble.

Well worth taking.

So, how do I spend
my time waiting?

I think of things that would've
made a difference to me.

Hi, Wallace.

Hey, Hel.

Beautiful day.

A nicer, kinder Grunt.

A father who stuck
around for me.

Trouble is, I can't remember
what he looked like.

Most of the time, I just
hang around with the others.

Biding our time until
something happens.

'Til someone sets us free.

Come in.
Got something to show you.

Mhm.

Got the test results back.

The lab was able to
reconstruct the DNA

found on Marcia Chapman,
here's what that looks like.

Okay.

They were also able to
use that one drop of sperm

found in that single
pubic hair of Opal Mills.

Here's what that DNA looks like.

The same.

Yep.

Exactly.

And here's the DNA of
one of our suspects

take from the saliva sample.

Are you telling
me, Faye Brooks...

That we've got him?

Here's his picture.

I don't even have to look.

19 years ago we
found the first body,

and a year and a
half after that,

this task force was formed.

Now, I've asked you back
here from other duties,

from other jobs,

because I want you all
in on this at the end.

Now, you're here voluntarily,

it's not an official task force,

so I decided to
call it the NATF,

"Not A Task Force".

Now, listen, we've made
some mistakes over the year,

for that I have regret,

but we've also been
accused of indifference,

for that I have anger.

Because over all this time,

never once have I herd
any of you ever say,

"Well, these women
are just prostitutes."

No, you went out there
like it was your daughters

and your sisters gone missing.

And it was because of
that kind of dedication,

that kind of hard work,

that we're finally bringing
that killer to justice.

Congratulations.

Gary Ridgway.

I'm Detective Mullinax

from the King County
police department.

You're under arrest for the
murders of Marcia Chapman,

Cynthia Hines, Opal Mills,
and Carol Christensen.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,

everything you say can
be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you do not have an
attorney or cannot afford one,

one will be provided
for you by the court.

Okay.

Let's go.

Do you understand your rights

as they've been read to you?

Gary Leon Ridgway
has been arrested

in connection with the murders

of four of the
Green River victims.

They've got four
counts against you, Gary.

Chapman, Mills, and
Christensen by DNA,

and Hines because she was
found with the first two.

I didn't do it,
I swear to you.

I appreciate that.

Now, we can fight
this on the lab work.

I can get 10 experts
who will testify

to the disintegration
and deterioration

of the samples tested,
they're 20 years old.

But if they connect you
with any other victims,

we're in trouble.

They won't.

They can't.

Good.

Then we'll beat this.

He's gonna get off.

No.

You gotta nail him, Dave.

You gotta nail this guy.

There's no such
thing as can't do.

Remember?

Now, look at this.

You know all those
tiny specks of paints

we've pulled off
of victims clothing

which has been
sitting downstairs

doing nothing for
all those years?

Someone found a way
to measure particles

as small as one or two microns-

Wait, wait, slow down.

Paint, paint.

Individual brands of paint
can now act as fingerprints.

Want to bag that?

Got some paint on
the victim's clothes.

Yeah.

They're charging you
with three more murders.

They matched paint found
on the victim's clothing

with a specialized brand
used only where you work.

You lied to me, Gary.

I...

I don't want to die, please.

Don't let them kill me.

19 years ago I promised you

I would find your
granddaughter's killer.

I've come to ask you a favor.

There are families out
there whose daughters

have never been found.

I'm gonna make a deal
with Gary Ridgway.

What kind of deal?

Life without parole.

He deserves to die.

Yes, he does.

But these families also deserve
to bury their daughters.

And if Gary dies
without talking,

they'll never get that chance.

She's still missing.

We don't bargain
with serial killers.

If there's no trial,

it'll save the county millions.

And cost me my job!

People want him dead.

No, they want justice,

and his death is not
gonna give him that.

There are over 30
bodies that we found,

and we can't tie
them to him yet.

I've talked to the families,

they want their daughters found.

They want their daughters
properly buried,

they want to put their
daughters to rest.

I can't agree to this.

You listen to me.

These women deserve more
than just his execution date.

They deserve to be heard,
they deserve a voice,

and whether you like it or not,

this man is the only one that
can give them that voice.

So, you go ahead.

You go ahead, you
tell these families

that their daughters
don't matter,

and then we'll see what
happens to your job.

An agreement
has been reached

between King County
prosecutors and Gary Ridgway,

granting him life without parole

in exchange for full
and complete disclosure

regarding his crimes.

The agreement which a majority

of the murdered women's
families support,

will allow detectives to
meet one on one with Ridgway

and ask questions that have
stumped them for years.

Relatives of 20 of the
young women Ridgway killed

over the past two decades

will get a chance
to confront him

in a historic sentencing hearing

in King County Superior Court.

Gary.

I'm Dave Reichert.

Nice to see you, Dave.

So, how did you
get away with it?

It was easy.

My appearance was different
from what I really was.

The prostitutes
were the easiest.

I went from having sex with them

to just plain killing them.

The sight of them for me
was like candy in a dish.

They were trash, just trash.

They didn't mean nothing to me.

Once I killed them, I
didn't keep it in memory.

Let's talk about your trucks,
do you remember your trucks?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I had over 100 one
time or another.

You know, I could tell
you the make, the year,

how much I paid for it, what
kind of gas marks it had,

what color I painted each one.

I could tell you who
I bought 'em from.

I could tell you
who I sold them to.

But you don't
remember the women.

I used to spend hours
cruising the strip.

You know, patrol, I only
slept a couple hours a night.

It was kinda like my career.

Who was the first?

I don't remember.

I thought I killed
before Green River.

I thought I left
bodies in the streets,

against fences, expecting
them to be found,

but they never was.

Why did you put
rocks in their vaginas?

Because I didn't want
nobody to have sex with them.

It was my property.

When you found them
and took them away,

it felt like you was taking
away something of mine

that I put there.

Those ones in the river,

I pinned them down because
you already found two of them

and I wasn't gonna let
these other ones get away.

Then that stupid
fisherman came along

and wrecked everything.

Hey, good morning!

You found them anyway.

It made me mad.

So I put the trout
and stuff on that one

just to throw you guys off.

Your experts said it was
like "The Last Supper".

Man, I had everyone fooled.

Even the women?

Oh, yeah, especially them.

I never picked
them up at the curb

where they was working,
too many witnesses.

I waited for them
to approach me.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Could you give me a lift?

Hop in.

They'd sometimes ask me if I
was the Green River Killer.

"Do I look like the
Green River Killer?"

I'd say.

And then they'd laugh.

I always tried to
put women at ease.

I'd offer them beer,
a job, a lot of money.

That didn't work, I showed
them a picture of my son.

One night I even
took him with me.

Hey, bud.

I didn't mean to take so long.

That nice lady we picked up...

She decided to walk home.

After that when I could,

I always took them to my house.

Wow!

This is nice.

Oh, you know, I like...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wendy.

Can you fly for me right now?

If you want me to.

Yeah, I do.

You have to give me
a ride first, huh?

You can use the
bathroom if you want.

No, thanks.

I always made
sure they took care

of business beforehand,

in case they have an
accident, you know.

After sex, if I was behind,

they'd always raise their
head when they was done.

And that gave me a clear shot.

That was so good.

That was so good.

You're hurting me.

Come on, come on, stop.

No, you're hurting me!

That's right, just relax.

Relax.

I choked them, 'cause
it was more personal.

More rewarding.

Sometimes I miscalculated.

Later, I'd tie something
around every one of them

even when I thought they
was dead just to be careful.

I really didn't
want to get caught.

It was not easy.

I lived with a terrible burden.

Getting rid of all
those bodies...

And I didn't keep the clothes,

they was rags to me.

As for the jewelry...

I loved seeing it
on all my friends.

But disposal was a pain.

A waste of time and gas.

If I could've dropped them
down a bottomless mine shaft,

it would've made
it so much easier.

Did you ever have
postmortem intercourse

with any of your victims?

Just with 10 or so.

It was free, I didn't
have to pay for it.

We found over 40 bodies, Gary.

How many more?

And...

Can you take us to them?

I can try.

What's her name, Ellie Slater?

She's the one that
first led you to me.

Ellie, come back here!

Excuse me, sir.

I hated her for that.

So I put her in a place alone

so she wouldn't have
nobody with her.

When was your last kill?

1985.

1991.

1998.

You didn't pin her
on me, that's okay.

I was kinda rusty.

How many?

How many women did you kill?

71.

I can't remember them all.

Do you
remember this one?

I...

I experimented once.

Facing my victim.

The way she was looking at me

and begging me for her life.

That taught me a lesson,

never to choke them
with my hands, 'cause...

I didn't want that part to
be memorized in my mind.

She was looking at me and
begging for me to stop,

but I couldn't do that.

She would've turned me in,

and I wouldn't have been
able to kill no more,

and that meant a
lot to me, to kill.

I'm not gonna
confess to any women

you want to pin on me,
not if she isn't mine.

I got pride in what I do.

I'm not gonna take
it from nobody else.

And it wasn't a hobby,
it was my career.

Why are you crying now?

It's been so long since
you killed those women,

why are you crying now?

'Cause of how I screwed up.

How I screwed up killing 'em.

Leaving too much...

Too much...

Evidence.

Is there something missing
in you that other people have?

Caring.

That caring thing.

We've come a long way,
been through a lot together.

Yeah.

If you think of it,

we both started on
that river bank,

moved on from there.

Every life you
touched, I touched too.

Yeah.

I'm a Christian man, Gary,
I believe in forgiveness.

But I believe to be forgiven
you have to confess,

have you confessed?

Have you told me
absolutely everything?

You've told me everything?

Yes, yes, yes.

Then I'm gonna tell
you something, Gary.

You make me sick,
you disgust me.

Everybody's deserving of the
life the Lord gives them,

everybody, but not you, not you.

Because you didn't
just kill these women,

you destroyed every
life they ever touched,

every life these poor girls...

You coward!

You get behind these girls

and you choke them from behind?

You choke these 16 year old
girls, 16 year old girls!

You coward!

You're a coward,
Gary, you're a coward,

you're evil, you're a monster,

you're a broken,
broken, broken thing!

Broken!

I am, I am.

They never found me.

Gary never admitted
that he killed me,

or where he put me.

I'm one of the 23 lost.

On a scale of say, 1 to 5,

where 5 is the worst
possible evil you could be,

what would you be?

I'd say a 3.

What about you?

If 5 was the best possible
person you could be.

3.

I'd be a 3.

To move someplace,
you gotta let go.

You gotta say goodbye to the
people you love, and hate,

and don't want to forgive.

But if our lives
are like a poem,

that when it works,

it comes spilling to
like it's meant to be.

We can't forget that poems
are something we make.

And even though we live
mostly in randomness and luck,

once in a while, something
good and deliberate happens,

and it's not just God.

Sometimes it's us
responsible too,

Dave proved that to me.

I mean, if there is fate,

we have to be able
to conquer it.

We really can be the
masters of our lives.

Against terrible odds, we
can make things happen.

Okay, Helen, your turn.