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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."

No!

Get back here!
Get back here!

King County Sheriff!
Drop your weapon!

Uhh!

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.

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.

Don't think

Sorry is easily said

Don't try...

Hi!

Hi, my name's Helen.

I just moved in.

You've taken lots of chances before

But I ain't gonna give...

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.

Don't let the fire
rush to your head

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.

Jim, wanna bag that?

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

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?

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.
- 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.

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.

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.

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.

Hey!

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 three and a half 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.

How's that gonna happen?

He's just gonna walk into our office?

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?

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.

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?

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!

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!

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?

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.

- Mm-hmm.
- 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.

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 spider web 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?

There's a stranger in a car

Driving down your street

Acts like he knows who you are

Slaps his hand on the

Looks like you need a little fun.

What made you think that?

May I entertain you?

Life's guarantee.

Or are you gonna stay out

Just a stranger in a car

Might be the one they told you about

Sure.

Why the hell not?

You never were one for cautiousness

You opened the door

He gives you a tender kiss

Can't even hear them no more

All the voices

You ever been in a movie?

You're lovely enough to be in a movie.

Thanks.

Two hearts, two souls

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.

Don't know what you're doin'

Where are we going?

Relax.

And it might be the road to ruin

But this is a song for strangers in a car

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.

Where there's only one action

There's only one life

That brings satisfaction

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.

You are an extension

You want attention

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.

How many times must I
sit here and tell you goodbye

How many times must I
sit all alone and cry

How many times must I
ask mercy on me

How many times must I
beg to be free

Well, I'm looking for answers

Looking for answers
that nobody knows

Well, I'm looking for answers

Looking for answers
that nobody knows

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 punch line
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.

Friday night, everyone's moving

I can feel the heat
but it's soothing

Hey, now

In this dirty town

Downtown, the young ones are going

Downtown, the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America

We're the kids in America

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 it 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 mug shot 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.