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'It was a beautiful sunset
here in Los Angeles,

'but don't let that one fool you.

'There's a storm coming later tonight.
It'll be fast and fierce,

'so don't go out looking for things
that go bump in the night.

'Stay home and connect
with the bold and the beautiful.

'Get in a chat room at American love online
and feel the heat.

'American love online is the only
Internet singles bar with no holds barred.

'No rules, no regulations, no restrictions.

'Only people meeting people
and having a good time.

'American love online, where a new
adventure is born every split second.'

it's a beautiful evening.

- Yeah.
- Don't spend it surfing the web.

If you get bored, watch a movie.

But I like those chat rooms.

You like those chat rooms.

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.

Admit it.

Ok, I admit it, yeah.

I admit it, I admit it, I admit it.
I admit it, sometimes I do.

Who do you talk to?

Hmm. You'd like to know.

So, shall I wheel you
to the screening room?

What, am I an invalid now?

Well, you're not exactly
fleet of foot, are you?

Well, skiing wasn't my idea.

So, now I'm gonna
pay the price, am I?

You haven't begun to pay.

Mm.

For the rest,
I feel most contented here.

Solitude is precious balm to my heart

in these paradisiac parts.

And the abundance
of this youthful season,

gives warmth to a heart
that is oft to tremble with horror.

Cancel that.

Start new page.

'Call my number.

'You're in heaven with me.'

'I'm kinky and hot.

'Call me.'

'I will do anything you tell me to.

'Just call me.

'I'm the one for you.'

'Oh, baby. I'm yours.

'Don't you wanna come
and take me?'

'I'ii take it all off for you.

'Come closer and take a look.

'You want me, don't you?

'I'm so close that I can feel you.

'Reach out and touch me.'

Is this absolutely necessary?

I just want to make sure
that you're safe

and that my house is in one piece
when I get back.

All that so hal here
can take care of me, huh?

'System is idle.'

- you're pushing the wrong buttons.
- No, I'm not.

- You're pushing the wrong buttons.
- I know how to push your buttons.

Yeah, but you're pushing
these buttons wrong.

'Welcome, Ben.'

See? We're mates.
We communicate.

Macho male bonding.
How come it didn't work for me?

- Well, you don't care about electronics.
- Yes, I do.

Women don't care about electronics.
That's why god created man.

God created man
to fill the void of the phallic smartass.

And that, my love,
you do to perfection.

It's just one of the things
I do to perfection.

Alright.

How do I enter hal's functions?

Sondra, please do me a favor.

Don't call him hal.

Does he take offense?

Not always, but when he does,

he'll either shut down
or completely reset himself.

- And then you'll be in trouble.
- Mm.

Typical male behavior.

Alright, after the password,
do I hit enter?

No, hit the code.

And now enter.

Good.

- Cool.
- Have fun.

Thanks.

'Accessing
master management system.'

Ha, the online, baby.

Let's see how good I am at this.

So, what have you done now?

What,
do you think you're a rockstar?

So, what did you type?

"Insanity".

Now listen, sondra.

This is not a PlayStation.

This is a sophisticated computer
that controls and automates the house, ok?

Mm. I thought it was the beginning
of a beautiful relationship.

You just treat hal with a bit of respect,
and he'll keep you safe.

Yeah, and utterly lonely in this cold,
scary abortion of a house.

Oh, thank you.

Coming from an anachronistic
female like you...

Here go the $25 words again.

It's a compliment, ok?

What can I say?

I'm a sucker for the human touch.

Oh, my sister's staying over tonight.

Good.

Now I won't have to feel so guilty
about leaving you all by yourself.

The life of a celebrated architect.

I hate weekends.

Hate to break it up, lovebirds, but
technically, we've already missed the plane.

- Oh.
- Ok.

So, remember what the doctor said?

No crutches, no standing whatsoever.

I've got crutches.
I can stand if I want to.

You are so stubborn.

And hardheaded. And opinionated.

- Yeah.
- And what else?

Well, that's why I love you.

- See you soon.
- Ok.

'Door open. Goodbye, Ben.'

Ah, yes.

Thank you, francois.

See you tomorrow?

Alright.

How do I do this?

Yeah... you two behave.

A pretty secretary's never good news.

Alright.

The wolf's away, and now we play.

Connect to American love online.

'You are now connected
to American love online.

'Login.

'No messages.

'Want romance,

'love mail...

'...one-night stands, or just date?'

alright, loverboy,
let's see what friends you keep.

'Please enter password.'

ok, what password would he use?

Maybe, uh...

"Sondra".

'Invalid password.
Please re-enter.'

mm. Day, birthday, month...
April.

'Invalid password.
Please re-enter.'

sondra...

Ben, you're such a smartass.

'Password accepted.'

yes!

'You chose romance.

'Now entering a room
with twelve sexy chatters.'

- hi, room.
- 'Hi, room.'

'Hi, loverboy.'

'Looking for Mr. Right.'

- 'Mr. Right here.'
- 'Sure, a loser.

'Don't pay any attention, creme.'

'Describe Mr. Right, creme.'

'Someone
who grabs my heart in his fist

'and makes it beat faster.'

'Try caffeine, babe.'

'We're not laughing, vtldog7.'

I can't believe it.

'Do women have hearts?'

'Male chauvinistic crap, werth.'

'Yeah, werth.'

oh, creme brulée, you're such a flirt.

'Oh, creme brulée,
you're such a flirt.'

'Well, bye y'all.
Have a good night.'

- 'Hi, lover. Where've you been?'
- Shit, I knew it.

I knew he was playing around.

Away on business,
but I never stopped thinking of you.

'Away on business,
but I never stopped thinking of you.'

miss you, too, my love.

Call me.

'Call me.'

he's got your number?

Jerk.

Can't. Not alone yet.

'Can't. Not alone yet.'

'Let's grab a private room.
I need sex.'

god, I'm in trouble.

Yeah, me too.

'Yeah, me too.'

'Leave her alone.'

'Hey, werth. How'd you do that?'

'Wow, werth. What was that?

'Werther,
that was really awesome.

- 'Wow, werth.'
- 'How'd you do that?'

brulée's my girl.
I'll never leave her.

'Brul's my girl.
I'll never leave her.'

'Till death do us part.'

'As you wish.'

hey, moron!

- Go jerk off on a porn site.
- 'Hey, moron!

'Go jerk off on a porn site.'

'Don't yell.'

I'll yell if I want to, zit face.

'Zit face, zit face, zit face...'

'Still want to yell?'

that was a lesson, loverboy.

Take it and avoid the next level.

Apologize and leave.

'This isn't you're room, jerk.'

every room is mine.

I am master of the game.

'Then go to hell
where you belong.'

'I am in hell, pal.

'As a matter of fact, for simplistic
cretins like you, I am hell.'

yeah, sure.

Oh, Jesus.

'Visitor at front gate.

'Would you like to open gate?'

'The gate is now opening.

'Main door open.

- 'Good evening, misty.'
- Hi, hal.

'Main door closed.
Visitor logged.'

oh, buzz off, hal.

Honey, I'm home!

I'm here, misty!

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up?

Nothing. I'm being flamed
by an online psycho.

Jesus, you really pissed him off.

- Fighting again?
- I wasn't fighting.

I was just chatting when he slithered in
like some snake from hell.

Thank god I'm just a screen name.

You're pretending to be loverboy.

So, what's next, check into
a virtual hotel and have cyber-sex?

Yeah, right.

So, who is this werther?

Some zit-popping freak hacker.

Hmm.

A kid with a goethe screen name.

Goethe?

You know,
Johann Wolfgang Von goethe?

The German master of literature.
Wrote faust.

Wanna play?

Not really.

Let's whip his little educated ass.
Come on.

Hey, werther.

My friend here says you're afraid of women.
Is that true?

Are you sexophobic?

You both die!

'You both die.'

this guy.
He's getting too creepy for me.

- Yeah, that's enough. Turn this thing off.
- Jerk!

Hey, hey, hey.
You're my nurse, you're my sister,

you're not my chaperone, ok?

- Well, turn it off.
- Nurse misty, by the way,

I really have to go to the bathroom.
My bladder's exploding.

- Ok, here.
- Please.

Ok, after the bathroom,
we're doing something else.

Don't you think
you're a little old for this?

How very convenient.

Two birds, one stone.

"Your proposal to go private
and make love accepted.

"Shall we?"

That'll be a first for you.

"I wanna go to a place where every tree,
every hedgerow

"is a posy of blossoms

"and one could wish to be a cockchafer
floating in a sea of wonderful scents

"and finding all one's nourishment there."

Love to.

Name it.

"Follow me to the morgue."

In a morbid mood, I see.

"Only when kept waiting.

"Let's go."

Here we go.

Wait a minute.

What?

He's using Ben's screen name
to get creme brulée into a private room.

So, he's just a kid.

What if we're wrong?

'Access denied.
Screen name in use by another subscriber.'

I don't believe this.
He blocked our screen name.

He's a hacker.

Send one of those instant messages.

'Werther took my screen name
to get you in a private room.

'Avoid further contact.

'He maybe be dangerous.'

"Werther took my screen name
to get you in a private room."

'The member you im
does not accept communications.'

wonderful.

Try to go in.

He called it, uh...
Scroll back a bit.

There it is. "The morgue".

'Access granted.

'You are now entering the morgue.'

This is really weird. Log off.

I mean, I gotta know
what he's doing with creme brulée.

Having dessert. Turn it off.

Shh.

God!

'Game on!'

jerk.

Good. This isn't our business.

What about that girl?

I mean, what if that sicko
asks her out as loverboy?

Who's gonna go out with him?
He's mental case.

'Connection
has been terminated, Ben.'

she chatted with Ben.
What if she trusts him?

Jesus!

Shouldn't we report this to the service?

And admit you've been using
Ben's screen name?

What if he finds out?
What if they cancel it? He'll kill you.

I guess nothing serious
can happen, right?

Are you totally out of your mind?

You're drop-dead gorgeous
and use the Internet to land a guy?

Internet, sky bar,
it's all the same.

As long as the people you're meeting
are interesting.

And this one is.

What if he's also a psycho?

Oh, please, Sarah.

I mean,
he's told me all about himself.

- He's in his thirties...
- Mm-hmm?

And an architect.

- Mm-hmm.
- And very rich.

Sounds impressive.

This one's mine, sweetie.

So, my place or his?
What do you say?

- I say the lesser of two evils.
- Ok, mine.

Since it'll make you feel better.

Now go.
I don't need competition.

- Be good.
- Wouldn't count on it.

Then be careful.

Hey, I didn't spend all that money
on self-defense for nothing.

If something bad happens,
just notify my next of kin.

That's cute, Lynn. Very cute.

Just call me and let me know
that everything's ok.

Get out of here.

I'm out. Bye, Arthur.

The town itself is disagreeable.

But on the other hand,

there is a natural,
inexpressible beauty all around.

'You are now connected
to American love online.'

'Hey, Ben.

'You there?

'Too bad you're not watching

'because I'm about to kill your girl.'

Look at him.
Probably a major asshole.

Yeah.

'...At the hospital for sick children.

'Tracy hooper was given the liver
of a nine-year-old accident victim

'in a four-hour operation.

'Fighting broke out overnight
between rival factions

'along the Israeli-Syrian border.

'Initial reports claimed Israeli jet
fighters bombed a guerrilla base,

'killing at least 49 soldiers
and 13 civilians.'

- Hello?
- The garden is a simple one.

When the moment one enters,

one feels that it was designed,
not by some scientific gardener,

'but by a feeling heart
intending to take pleasure here.'

yeah, that's very romantic,
but where are you?

Watching you.

Come on, Ben. You're scaring me.

I'm just kidding.

Um, something came up,
and I won't be able to make it.

Not tonight, at least.

'Sorry if I let you down.

'I promise I'll make it
up to you next time.'

well, I don't know
if there's going to be a next time.

I'll call you.

Wait a minute.
How did you get this phone number?

Oh... the secrets we keep.

- I gotta go.
- You sound disappointed.

I just learned a really valuable lesson.

Never trust a man without a face.

Chamomile tea
will make you sleep like a baby.

Hey, will you pass me those pills
off the counter?

- Killer meds, huh?
- Mm.

- From zero to zs in thirty seconds.
- Can I have one?

- No.
- Come on.

No.

- There you go. It's hot.
- Thanks.

I'm tired.

Yeah, it's time for bed.

Careful.

One, two.

You're almost there.

'Ooh, you have email.'

- hey.
- 'Ooh, you have email.'

come on, come on, come on.
I just want to see what's on the screen.

- No, not again.
- Just one second.

- Please?
- Just one second, come on.

'Hey, Ben.

- 'You there?'
- That freaks me out.

- He's just playing games.
- No, he's not. He knows Ben's real name.

'Too bad you're not watching

'because I'm about to kill your girl.'

Goodnight, drop-dead gorgeous.

'Live from werther.'

This can't be for real.

He is paying creme brulée a visit.

Save it.

Come on, these things don't happen.
This is...

Maybe he staged it.
Maybe it's a prank.

His version of the Blair witch project.

- It's 11:06.
- It's happening right now.

He wired himself to the web
on a live feed.

- Misty, he's gonna kill her.
- I'm calling 911.

- Where is he?
- What?

Where is he? Well, think about it.
Who is he?

This is the Internet, misty.
It's not some little neighborhood.

I mean, what are you gonna tell them,
that somewhere, in some city,

an unknown man is killing
an unknown woman?

- They're gonna laugh at you.
- Well, I can't just sit and watch this.

Oh, god. Let this be a joke.

Maybe he'll stop at that.

Maybe he's just a copy cat
trying to scare us.

He's doing a hell of a job.

'Stand by for more.'

shit!

- I'm calling the police.
- I'm calling Ben.

You call Ben,
then I'll call the police.

Oh, my god.

- This psycho's in town.
- What do you mean? How do you know that?

- The chat room. It's only for Los Angeles.
- What?

'The cellular subscriber you are calling

'is temporarily
out of the service area.'

- oh, god. Not now.
- 'Please try later.'

shit, not now.

- It's out of range.
- Well, the police aren't.

'If you are trying to make a call,

'please hang up and try again.'

Lynn_.

You look so much like lotte.

Who's he talking about?
Who's lotte?

Werther's eternal love.
He died for her.

Oh, my god.

Do women have hearts?

What?

What I was meaning to tell you,

she has a great soul which gazes at one
straight through the blue eyes.

Oh!

The thunder was passing by.

The wonderful rain
was falling on the land.

Filling the air with
the most refreshing fragrance.

Oh, my god! What is this?

'If you only had seen
the adoration in those eyes.

'Yes, women do have hearts.'

my heart's immense and ardent feeling
for living nature...

Which ovennhelmed me
with so great a joy

and made the world about me
a very paradise...

Has now become
an unbearable torment.

A demon that goes with me everywhere,
torturing me.

'Hello, stranger.

'Tell me your name,
and I may pick up the phone.

'Better yet, leave a message.'

'Lynn, pick up.

'Lynn?

'Lynn?

'Look, I... I know I shouldn't worry,
but I do.

'You haven't called,
you're not picking up. I...

'I hope you didn't leave
your place or something.

'If I don't hear from you soon,
I'm gonna come by the house.'

no, officer.
Nothing happened to us.

Just listen to me.
Some guy killed a girl in plain view.

'Whose view, ma'am?'

ours, dammit.

'You witnessed a murder? Where?

Well, I don't know exactly.
Somewhere in la.

It was on the Internet.

'I see.

'And you're not under the influence
of an intoxicating substance, eh?'

no, I am not.

Some freak webcasted his crime
and we've saved the file.

'Ma'am, I'm sure you did,
but it might have been a prank.

'I'll tell you what.

'I'll give you the number of someone
who might be able to help you.'

who, a shrink?

'No, he's with the FBI.'

hold on.

Ok, what's the number?

'Call 555-2211.'

- thank you.
- 'Welcome.'

I told you.

- I hate it when you say that.
- Well, they didn't believe us.

- No one will believe us.
- Look, I know what I saw.

And we have it on the hard drive.

Hey, come here.

It's gonna be ok.

'You have reached
a voicemail automatic system.

'Please leave your message
at the tone.'

Ugh...

Calm down, misty. He'll call.

- Told you.
- Would you stop saying that?

- Hello?
- Yeah, hello, this is special agent Matheson

with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Thank god you called.

Ok. If you just click "send", I should
get everything from your hard drive.

Got it.

'Uploading information.

'System error.'

what's this?

Uh, ma'am, do you see
what you're uploading?

Yes, unfortunately.

And this isn't a joke, is it?

No, but somehow everything I save
turns out like a cartoon.

'Yeah, not unusual.'

if the guy you suspect
wants to hide the evidence,

- he may have encrypted the material.
- "Encrypted"? What do you mean?

Well, encryption's a way to keep material
from being re-transmitted

or read by an unauthorized person.

Encryption is a way to keep material
from being re-transmitted.

You know, you need an access code.

Can you break the code?

'Well frankly, we have a big backload
of de-encryption tasks.

'With no proven crime,
it could take weeks to get to your case.'

I'll tell you what. A skilled technician
might be able to take a look at it.

Might even be able to crack it.
Certainly would make my job a lot easier.

I knew it.

You had to have voice software.

Thank you.

Now, let's see who's on the other end.

He said if we find our own tech,
we'd actually stand a better chance

of getting our file de-encrypted here.

There's 66 in la alone.

Just pick a cute one.

Hackers aren't cute.
They're nerds.

Then find a nerd with insomnia.
It's late.

Try this.

- 'Thanks for calling...'
- Answering machine.

Well, leave a message.

And say what?
"Two damsels in distress need a hacker"?

"Hard drive preferred."

No innuendos.

Hello? Uh, hi,
we're having problems with our PC

and if you could possibly come tonight,
that would be great.

Give us a call at 555-1087.

Thanks.

Didn't mention the hard drive.
Happy?

Thrilled.

Now... we wait.

She looked to the heavens and at me.

Brace yourself.

It's going to be a long night.

And all because I've been stupid.

Well, that's your dumb blonde gene.

Look who's talking.

Here.

- Hello?
- 'Is this 555-0187?'

- who's this?
- 'You called PC brainiacs?'

oh, yeah. Uh...

Thank you for calling me.
Are you still awake?

'I am now. What's the problem?'

well, my hard disk,
I need to copy it.

'Sure, no sweat.
Tomorrow after five good for you?'

no. Actually,
it is an emergency.

I was hoping you could
still make it tonight.

'Ok, but it'll be 95 an hour.
Two hours minimum.'

yeah, that's fine.

Uh, I'll give you my address
and directions.

- Is that him?
- I think so.

- Yes?
- 'PC brainiacs.'

just about time.

That's very bram stoker.

Be nice. He's doing us a favor.

Yeah, for 95 an hour.

Be nice.

Go get him, tiger.

You go get him.

- We'll both go get him.
- Ok.

- Ouch.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Sorry.
- It's ok, it's ok.

Are you gonna open the door?

I'm not sure.

Jesus.

- Hello?
- _ 'hi, sorry to call so late,

'but you said it was urgent.'

- I did?
- 'Somebody from this number did.

'You called PC brainiacs?'

oh, yeah, that's right.
Your guy's already here.

- 'My guy?'
- Your tech, he just arrived.

'Lady, there's only one tech
working for PC brainiacs, and that's me.

'And right now I happen to be
on sunset and teague.'

hey, lady. Come on.
It's cold out here.

Well, if you are who you say you are,
then who is he?

'Beats me.
You call another company?'

no, I didn't. I called you.

'Then this guy hacked information from me,
or you, or both of us.'

alright, well, um...

I'll deal with him.
Just come as soon as you can.

'Ok.'

that's not the real guy.

Couldn't be.

He hacked our computers,
he lured a girl to her death,

and he broadcasted the whole thing.
Why wouldn't he tap a phone?

Thank you, uh...
We figured out the problem.

- You can go home.
- What?

Leave the premises
or I'm calling the cops!

I just drove all over hell
to find this place.

- Thank you.
- To hell with this.

Just leave! Please.

You women are crazy.

You're gonna pay for this.

He's leaving.

Zoom in on his plates.

Ok, 3-h-7-6-8-x—8.

- X-8.
- X-8. Got him.

- Ok.
- Alright, call Matheson.

- Yello.
- 'Agent Matheson? Glad you're still there.'

'Yeah, here till seven.
What do you got?'

'I'm not sure.
I think our guy was here.'

in the house? How?

'I called a computer place
to copy my hard disk,

'somehow he intercepted the call
and showed up impersonating a tech.

'I managed to throw him out
and get his license.'

'Good, give it to me.'

'3-h-7-6-8-x—8.'

right, look.
If anything else comes up, call me.

- It doesn't make sense.
- Yeah, but the truth is out there.

Spare me the Scully shit,
will you, Martha? And sit down.

Want a sugar rush, Matheson?

Alright, you're the hotshot around here.
I got one for ya.

I got a woman calls me in the middle
of the night says she witnessed a murder.

- On the Internet.
- Ok.

What do you mean, "ok"?
It doesn't sound like a prank to you?

Yeah, it could be,

but the Internet's a strange place.
Anything can happen.

I mean, the boys in the basement believe
there exists this underbelly of the web.

Yeah, like child porn, pedophilia.
That shit, right?

Goes much deeper.
I'm talking snuff...

Contracting a hit,
voodoo and satanic ritual stuff.

You know, the bowels of the beast.

So, your woman gets her connections
crossed, witnesses a murder.

With computers, anything's possible.
You know that.

You know, sometimes
I think fuck computers.

It ain't like the old days.

You know what the Internet is
to guys like me?

It's a house of fucking mirrors.

Computers haven't made my life
any fucking easier, I'll tell you that.

You like fuck words, you know that?

- Must come with age, huh?
- Yeah, with age comes experience.

- Promises, promises.
- Watch it.

I could report you for sexual harassment.

- 'Hello, this is research.'
- Hello, Julie? Yeah, Matheson.

Listen, do me a favor
and check these plates.

'Accessing mainframe security.'

Hey, can some nut track her down
and find out where she lives?

Any 14-year-old hacker could do that.

Am I taking this too lightly?

Maybe I should send a couple guys
over there and make sure she's ok.

A woman in distress,
and you're still sitting here debating it?

Derek, that just doesn't sound like you.

- It still doesn't make sense.
- What needs to make sense?

Come on, let's get some action.

No, not yet.

Oh!

Ugh, jeez,
I'll never get used to this house.

Ooh, another gothic entrance.

Check his ID.

You got ID?

'Yes, ma'am. I do.'

'Gate opening.

'Closing gate.'

he better be cute.

Better be.

'Door opening.'

- come on in.
- Thanks.

'Authorized visitor.'

- ooh, it's cold out there.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry that we had to get you out here
in the middle of the night.

I'm misty by the way.

Albert.

Oh, I hate that.

- Static.
- Yeah.

There's gonna be a storm.

Looks like it.

Come on,
I'll show you the computer.

Thanks.

This way.

- Right around here.
- Thank you.

Sondra, Albert's here.

- Hi.
- Hi, we spoke on the phone.

Yeah. Thanks for coming
with such short notice.

Oh, no problem.

It's twice the regular rate,
so I should probably be thanking you.

- Uh, may I?
- Yeah, please.

Just turn around.

So, what exactly am I looking for?

- A murder.
- A murder.

Fine.

- Encrypted?
- Yeah, that's what they said.

You got it, you genius.

Lynn!

Lynn, it's me!

Lynn?

Lynn.

Lynn?

Would you like some coffee?

Uh... wind and rain have passed.

The hour of noon is clear
and the clouds are parting.

Something I read.
It means, you may not need me anymore,

but there's many lost souls
out there needing my help.

- And I have to make a living.
- I understand.

I'm sorry you had to witness
such a thing.

Yeah.

- Real or not.
- Yeah.

Well, how much do we owe you?

I'd rather send an invoice.

It looks as though
you've got the collateral.

- Thank you.
- It was nice meeting you.

- You too.
- Thanks.

'Federal Bureau of Investigation.
How may I help you?'

Derek?

Called you earlier, no answer.
Here's the information that you wanted.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Alright. I'd better go
and lock up behind him.

Yes.

- Misty?
- Yeah?

The gate's jammed again.

Oh. Um...

What's the code?

Uh, 1-5-1-9.

1-5-1-9. Got it.

'Door open.

'Door closed.
Authorized visitor exits.'

'Everything is so still around me
and so calm within my soul.'

What the hell?

- Hello?
- Sondra, it's agent Matheson.

I don't know why,
but I'm glad to hear your voice.

'Look, the license plate number
you gave me is legit.'

it belongs to a Joe montero.

Owner of PC brainiacs.

'Five feet 10 inches tall,
185 pounds, dark hair.'

what? But...
That's the guy we threw out.

If he was the real montero,
then who's Albert?

"Albert"?
Somebody else is there?

Misty!

Sondra?

- 'Sondra, can you hear me?'
- Yeah.

Sondra?

Hello?

'Well, lotte remained
in the darkness of obscure shadows.

'I saw the silhouette of a woman
walking toward her destiny.'

misty, get back into the house!

'I'm sorry, Ben.
The intercom is mute.'

'Strange, isn't it?

'You're repulsed
yet riveted to the monitor.

'Can't help but watch someone being killed
so long as it's not you.'

Albert.

The gate's jammed.

Ugh...

Don't even draw a single breath.

Because if you inhale, even slightly,

cold steel will cut deeply
into yourjugular.

'I'm sorry, Ben.

'Aii phone lines out of order.'

just talked to LAPD.
Look what they got.

Right, this is for real.
Get an address.

And I want police backup.

I'll reference her phone number
from the computer.

Got it.

You sure? Don't you want to run
a manual check on this?

Yes, I'm sure. I don't need
a manual check. Let's do this.

Alright.
Don't get trigger happy.

'Phone lines still out of order.'

'All units,
federal agents requesting backup.

'All units respond.'

your sister's in that house,
viewing you, unable to help,

while you'll be down here...

Seeing just how pathetically
helpless she is.

- Hello!
- 'Intercom still mute.'

but firstly, lotte...

Go to hell.

'Unit 14, eta five minutes.'

alright, we got backup.
Step on it.

You got it.

Love its silhouette.

It does not make me shudder
to grasp the cold and terrible cup

from which I shall drink
the transport of death.

No, no. Please!

Please, help the light.

'Bravo, Charlie, Sierra,
it's time for holding on tight.'

No, misty.

You are now my precious hourglass.

Your blood, the sands of time,

draining into the fathomless abyss
of eternity.

An incision this deep will keep you alive
for perhaps twenty minutes.

By the twelfth minute,
you'll get the urge to shut your eyes.

You must resist.

When I come back, I want you alive.

The final curtain is always mine.

Sondra!

Oh, about those twenty minutes...

It only applies to those
who keep very still and breathe lightly.

Struggle and you cut this time in half.

'An incision this deep will keep you alive

'for perhaps twenty minutes.'

'Electronic chronometer activated.'

Is it just me

or do you also have that sneaking suspicion
you left the door unlocked?

Sondra!

Sondra!

Secure door.

Come on, secure door.

'System error.'

Oh, my god. Close the system.

Fucking hal!

'Override.'

'The front door is secured, Ben.'

yes, misty.

We can do this.

Alright, let's go.

Alright. A couple of you guys,
both of you head up this way?

You guys go this way. Let's go.

- Put your hands up.
- Now!

Don't move.

I hope you guys can explain yourselves.

- What are you talking about?
- I'll tell you what I'm talking about.

Keep your hands up.

This is my property.
I live here.

I mean, I hope you guys have
a damn good reason for this shit.

Hal, is that you?

'Hal fully reset and ready.'

that's it.

Keep the computer busy.

It's exactly what I want.

I am not going to die.

I told you.

The asshole hacked our computer,
fed us the wrong address.

I'll call and have
a manual check run this time, ok?

Yeah.

So, the front door is secured.

Let's see what's still on manual.

Ok, support,
we have a new destination.

'Dispatch confirming address.
It's 2200 sunset Plaza drive.'

Roger. Got it.

Better floor it.
It's way across town.

Don't tell me, tell the cops.

He's going for the pool door.

'Security system to camera eight.'

Secure pool door.

'Unable to secure pool door.'

shit!

"Shit" not recognized.

Attempt three to secure door has failed.

Didn't work, hal.
What are we doing now?

'Listing
intruder elimination options.'

'Activate police communication.

'Activate security lights.

'Secure all doors electronically.'

do it.

'To activate circuit,
verbal warning is necessary.

'Burglary attempt detected.

'Pooldoon

'short circuit on metal parts.

'22,000 volts.

- 'Non-legal option.'
- Do it!

'Illegal to electrocute
without warning.'

I am not going to die.

'You must
give intruder proper warning.'

- execute.
- 'Negative.

- 'Negative.'
- shut up and do it.

'Negative. Negative.

'Illegal to electrocute without warning.

'You must give intruder warning.

'You must give intruder warning, Ben.'

- hal?
- 'Warning, keep off metal parts.

'Warning, keep off metal parts.'

dammit.

'Intruder elimination completed.

'Hal now exiting defensive mode.

'A little over a minute remaining, Ben.'

What?

'A little over
thirty seconds remaining.

Misty.

Oh, my god.

Misty.

Oh, my god...

Oh!

You gotta stay awake for me, ok?

Here you go.

Oh, misty.

Misty, stay awake.

Misty.

'Emergency 911.'

yes, I need someone to come
to 2200 sunset Plaza drive.

- 'What's your emergency?'
- A woman's wrists have been slashed.

'Is this a suicide attempt?'

no, no, no. It's not suicide.

Just come as soon as you can, please.

'We're dispatching an ambulance.

- 'Please stay on the line.'
- What are you doing? Hey.

- I need to sleep.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You need to stay awake, ok?

Honey, open your eyes.

Can't go to sleep. Look at me.

You can't go to sleep, honey.
You've lost too much blood.

You're gonna bleed to death.
You're gonna die, ok?

- Ok.
- No, no, no. Look at me.

Coffee.

I'll get coffee.

Just stay there.

Is it me,
or did the lights go out?

Must be a fuse or something.

That ain't good.

I'll go and check the box.

Just stay here.

Don't move.

Oh, shit.

I'll keep my dayjob.
I'm no electrician.

Misty?

Misty?

Misty?

Misty?

Misty, where the hell are you?

She's with her dying friend constantly.

It's always the same.

Ever present, ever lovely.

Foolish girl.

If only she had waited.

If only she had let time take effect.

Misty!

If it wasn't for the darkness...

Would there have been light?

First, lotte.

You, fraulein.

You just watch.

I should inform you.
I'm wearing a passive light intensifier.

Existing light is amplified 60,000 times.

It also has infrared...
And everything else my heart desires.

See the cat retreating in the cradle
while time starts to count itself again.

Ah, auxiliary power to electronic locks.

She locked me out of her affection...

With silence as her only weapon.

Tick... tack.

The sounds of eternity
boomed like thunder.

And while eternity passed us,

lotte drifted deeper
into the darkness of doubt.

So, you managed to hide upstairs.

Oh, lotte, lotte.

Why can't you see that the longer I wait,

the sweeter the ending will be.

For me, every room is transparent.

But where's my little lotte gone?

Here, asshole!

What was that amplification again?

60,000?

Oh, lotte.

You've been watching too many movies.

I've seen rear window, too.

This little miracle of a unit
has surge protection.

It shuts down in brief flashes of light.

It's gonna take much more
than a tiny flashbulb to kill me.

Really?

Don't talk, blabbermouth.
Just breathe.

Maybe god is a woman.

Yeah, maybe she is.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry to put you through all this.

You're gonna be alright.

You're incurable.

'Good morning, la.
It's still raining over the city of angels,

'but the storm will be gone
in a couple of hours.

'Here at k-gold fm, we'll be rocking
all day, come rain or come shine.

'Hope you had a great time
at American love online

'where a new adventure is born
every split second.

'Stay tuned for more classic rock
on k-gold fm.'

well, congratulations.

You proved to be very, very brave.

Well, if you start a task force
for the handicapped, call me.

I'll tell you what I will do.

When you recover, you come to the bureau.
We'll give you the grand tour.

Oh, I'm gonna post a couple officers
here for a while.

Really, why?

Well, you know,
I don't know much about this guy.

And I don't want to worry you,

but maybe he doesn't work alone,
for instance, so...

Until I do my homework, I'd just
feel better if there's a couple men here.

Just as a precaution.

- Yeah, sure.
- Ok.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

My gosh.

I love this house.

'Oh, how greedily I absorbed it all.

'Never thinking
that the way would lead here.

'Be calm,
the clock strikes midnight.

'So be it then, lotte.

'Farewell.

'Farewell.'