All language subtitles for Tracker - S01E14 - Love, Cirronian Style

[ groaning ]

[ gunshot ]

Huh?

Huh?

OFFICER:
It's no use to struggle.

♪ Hush, little baby,
don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a mockingbird ♪

♪ And if that mockingbird
don't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a diamond ring ♪

I thought
Mel found a replacement

for Jess for the week.

She did,
but she's a little late.

Hmm.

There we go.

One fuzzy navel.

Cole, I drink bourbon.

I know, but Mel says
if you drink that,

you might get lucky.

Well--

- Hmm, fuzzy.
- Yeah.

- You see this?
- What?

Missing 18-year-old,
second one in a week.

Disappeared 2 days ago.

Says here that...
cops found his car abandoned

on Highway 94,
right near the Bedford exit.

That's the same place where
Gacy abducted his last victim.

Who's Gacy?

John Wayne Gacy,
the killer clown.

The most notorious serial killer
in Chicago history.

Wait, you never heard
of John Wayne Gacy?

Where you from, Cole?

Someplace
you've never heard of.

Small town, huh?

Somehow, I had you
pegged as a big-city guy.

Well, I am now.

So tell me about this Gacy.

Well, he was clever.
He used to pose as a cop

and cruise the highway
for victims.

Had a thing
for teenage boys.

Poor kids, they...

thought they were being
pulled over for traffic tickets.

How many victims
were there?

Thirty three.

Cops found the bodies

buried underneath
the floorboards of Gacy's house.

What happened to him?

Well, thankfully,
he was caught and sent to trial.

It took the jury
less than 2 hours

to come back with a verdict.

Guilty on all 33 counts.

Earned Gacy a place
in the record books.

More murder convictions than
anyone in American history.

- [ door opens ]
- Hi! I'm sorry I'm late.

But on the way here,

I noticed there was a sale
at Marshall Fields.

Marshall Fields?

W-w-wait a minute,
you stopped to go shopping?

On the surface,
it sounds pretty flaky,

but it was their
once-a-year sale.

So it's not like I really
had a choice, you know?

Are you Mel?

COLE: No, Mel's upstairs.

She'll be down in a moment.

Mel?
She! Got it! Totally!

I'm gonna hit
the little girls room, okay?

- Okay!
- Okay.

So why was Gacy
called the killer clown?

Oh, he liked to play
the good Samaritan.

Dressed up like a clown

and entertained sick kids
at local hospitals.

Press had a field day
with the photograph.

Here we have
public enemy number one,

dressed up like Bozo.

Well, maybe
there's a connection

between Gacy
and these missing boys.

Well, not unless
you believe in ghosts.

- Why?
- Got the needle 15 years ago.

Death by lethal injection.

COLE:
This is Cirron, my home.

One of 6 planets
in the Migar Federation.

There was a prison break.

218 of the most violent
criminals have disappeared

into the city of Chicago.

Finding them won't be easy.
They aren't human.

But luckily for Earth,
neither am I.

[ car horns honking ]
LAURA: Oh, God!

[ crowd murmuring ]

- Laura!
- I know, I'm sorry.

Stand back!

Ohh!

What did you do?

Okay, you know
how some bars have these,

like, signature drinks?

Like, a shooter or a cocktail
that they're known for?

I hired you to pour drinks,
Laura, not to experiment.

Oh, I--I just figured this
place is called the Watchfire,

so it'd be totally cool

if we had a drink
called the Watchfire.

Get it?
Watch fire!

Oh, my bad.
It won't happen again.

Listen.

I want you to focus
on the basics of bartending.

Opening, pouring,
stirring, blending,

wait, no blending.

No, I don't think blending
is such a good idea.

I can handle it, Mel.

I got a degree in Mixology
from Northwestern.

Northwestern?

Northwestern
School of Bartending

and Small Animal Care.

[ telephone rings ]

Watchfire.

You miss me yet?

How's Laura?

You knew about this?

JESS: The union always
sends her over first.

Why?

Because she's got a degree
from Northwestern?

I'm not even gonna go there.

MEL: So, tell me?

Tell you what?

You know tell me what.

No, he hasn't.

And part of me is wondering
if he ever will.

Oh, I don't know, Mel.
Maybe I got it wrong,

maybe he hasn't
changed at all.

Well, have you talked
to him about it?

As a matter of fact,
we're kind of in the middle

of talking about it right now.

Well, tell him
to quit screwing around

or you're jumping on a plane
and heading back to Chicago.

You want me back,
don't you?

Jess, if this is a ploy

get a raise or something?

Yes, yes,
I want you back, okay?

Okay, gotta go.

[ sighs ]

School of Bartending
and Small Animal Care.

[ sighs ]

[ sirens ]

Aah!

I was getting lonely here
without you.

- Yeah?
- Mmm.

Oh.

Well, Jess, I don't think
I can go through with it.

Uh, I thought we had
an understanding.

Yeah, but I wasn't
thinking straight.

Your beauty
got the better of me.

Uh, I don't think so.

Now, either you tell me we're on
or you can go home on your own.

Oh, come on, Jess!

I'm serious, Ewan.

Uh--all right,
you win.

But first we'll watch Snatch

and then we watch
Sleepless In Seattle.

[ clears throat ]

I don't think
I heard you straight.

Sleepless in Bleeding Seattle!

Okay?
Oy, did you hear me?

I'm going home
with the love of my life

to watch 2 hours of
that warm and cuddly,

sentimentally gooey,
box-office smasheroonie

Sleepless In Seattle.
Thank you!

All right.

Happy now?

I'm gettin' there.

- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.

[ laughter ]

As much as I hate
to admit it,

I might need your help
again behind the bar.

Does that have anything to do
with the alarm going off?

Yeah, Laura had
a little accident.

The place could
have burned down.

Not that you would
have noticed.

I really hope
that's work-related.

Who is she?

26-year-old female found dead
in Boston last week.

Cause of death was
forced asphyxiation.

She was strangled?

COLE: With a silk stocking.

This photograph
was taken in 1964.

The third victim of a killer
named the Boston Strangler.

Albert Desalvo?

Right.
You know of him?

Yeah, it was
a really famous case.

Why are you looking
at all this?

Well, a teenager disappeared.

The second one in this area.

Jonas Carr gave me
the similarities

between that
and the John Wayne Gacy case.

So I cross-referenced
recent homicide killings

with those of famous
serial killers.

In the past 3 months,
there have been

a string of copycat killings
similar to each one of these.

Manson, Bundy,
Son of Sam, Dahmer.

All the greatest hits.

You know who's doing this,
don't you?

At SAR-TOP, we had
a prisoner named Suudor.

He was serving a life
sentence for mimicking

multiple homicide offenders
in the Migar solar system.

Well, if he's one
of the escapees,

he's probably pulling
the same routine here.

You gotta find him.

Yes, Mel, but the problem
is he's a Dessarian.

- MEL: Like Nestov.
- Right.

Which means
he has the ability

to blend into
foreign environments.

I'm learning.

So, how do you track him?

COLE:
That's not gonna be easy.

But I persuaded
Nestov to give me

an insight into
Dessarian vulnerabilities.

It seems when they
adapt in an area,

they take on that
environment's odor.

So you're hoping to sniff
him out like a bloodhound.

Probably not.

Well, it should give me
the edge that I need.

I'll take anything I can against
someone as ruthless as Suudor.

In the 10 months
before his capture,

he went on a killing spree.

It spanned 3 planets.

COLE:
According to the police reports,

the victim's car
was found 23 yards east

- of the highway marker.
- [ sighs ] Well, it doesn't

look like there's much
in the way of clues.

I mean, there's not even
a cigarette butt in sight.

And what would we do
with a cigarette butt?

Well, I figured you could
get some fingerprints from it

or do some kind of
fancy saliva test?

What would I do with
a saliva test?

Okay, pretend I never
even brought it up.

I was just trying
to make a point.

And, obviously,
not a very clear one.

Okay.

So what do we do now?

We look carefully.

Suudor would've copied
Gacy's methods precisely

and parked ten yards
behind the victim's vehicle.

Well, there are
always clues.

Sometimes you just
don't see them.

Anything?

Uh-huh.

What's that?

It's a scanner that measures
rubber residue formations.

Okay, I'm just gonna nod

and pretend I know
what that means.

When a car is parked, its weight
forces tiny rubber particles

from the tires
into the roadway.

See.

Wow!

- That's impressive.
- Thank you.

But how can we be sure that
those are Suudor's tracks?

We can't.

Hmm.

Can I freshen that for you?

Uh, yes, you can.

Rum and Coke, right?

A-a-actually,
uh, bourbon and ginger.

Close enough.

- Uh.
- Oh!

- Uh--
- Oh, God!

I'm--I'm sorry!

That's okay.

So, you're like, a lawyer.

I'm, like, a lawyer.

Cool.

My dad wanted me
to go to law school.

But it just really
wasn't my thing.

- That surprises me.
- LAURA: Yeah.

But then I saw
Legally Blonde.

You know, the movie
with Reese Witherspoon.

Missed it.

She's this really popular
girl who goes to law school,

and becomes this
totally successful lawyer,

and gets engaged
to this hot guy!

A-a-and?

And that's how
the movie ended.

Ah, I see.
I, uh, I thought perhaps

maybe you were going
to make some sort of a point.

You know, that
this film, uh,

you know,
affected your life.

Oh, yeah.

I decided right then
and there,

it would be so cool
to go to law school.

Well, there you are.
Have you, uh, contacted any?

Any what?

MEL: Everything
under control in here?

Totally.

Totally.

Heh, glad to hear it.

Keep up the good work,
Laura.

Thanks, Mel.

[ glass breaking ]

[ Laura yells ]
Oops!

Sorry! My bad.

I'll clean it up.

Everything's still cool, okay?

Totally.

[ door shuts ]

MEL: The tires
are Johnson P-800's.

Uh-huh.

Same model came
with the 1972 Impala.

Let me guess.
The same car that Gacy drove.

Well, it's consistent
with Suudor's M.O.

He doesn't just
copy these killers,

he becomes them
down to the last detail.

It says here
that this model's been

out of production
since 1982.

Could you drive on
the same tires for 20 years?

Not really.

If you did, they would be
completely bald.

You mean, they wouldn't
have any hair on them.

I mean they wouldn't have
any treading on them.

So where would
someone find tires

that have been out of
production for 20 years?

I don't know.
The Internet, maybe?

Mm-hmm.

There's gotta be
a vintage tire supplier

who keeps old models
in storage.

This invoice came from
a supplier in Tennessee.

The same tire was shipped
to an address in Chicago.

Is there a name to go
along with that address?

COLE: J. W. Gacy.

It's off!

Jess, wait.

Sit down.
Let's talk about it.

That's your problem, Ewan--
you're all talk!

Well, sorry if I'm not a born
romantic like Tom Hanks.

But this is real life.

Oh, Tom Hanks?

I loved him in Castaway.

Do you mind?

I even loved him
in Joe Versus The Volcano.

But not many people
saw that one.

You know, it's time for me
to quit waiting around

for you to make
some kind of commitment.

I'm all about commitment.
Yeah, well, I've got a job.

Installing car radios part-time
is hardly a commitment, Ewan.

WOMAN: I should say not.

Would you, please!

All right,
playing in a band.

What, once a week
in Stewart's Garage?

I'm the wing
for the Richmond Reserves--

- never miss a game.
- Please!

Taking care of Spike?

Yeah, it's no small
responsibility.

Spike is a goldfish, Ewan.

You can't even commit
to a real pet like a dog.

Or even a cat, and they hardly
need any attention at all.

I have nine cats.

You could have one of mine,
except for Forrest.

He's my favorite.
Named him after Forrest Gump.

Uh, Jess, what's your point?

What part of this don't
you understand, Ewan?

You sent for me.

I was happy in Chicago,

doing my best to try and forget
about how much you hurt me.

And then you just decide
to drop back in my life.

Well, here I am,
and I want to know why!

Jess, I...

You planning
on filling this or not?

Well?

I'm booking my flight
back to Chicago.

And don't call me.

Well, looks like
we missed him.

Also looks like he wasn't
expecting any guests.

What's that smell?

Mel, what's this?

A clown's nose.

- Sick.
- Suudor.

Will you turn the computer on
and plug that into the back?

MEL: Sure.
What is that thing?

It's an ocular scanner.

What does it do?

When a human dies,
the last image they see

is burnt into the retina.

An ocular scanner is able
to retrieve those images.

There.

There's our killer.

3465 Summerdale.
Can you send an officer?

FEMALE DISPATCHER: [ on phone ]
And the reason for your call?

I'm a concerned neighbor.

Can I have your name, ma'am?

Actually, I'd rather
not give you my name.

[ hangs up ]
Well, that'll get them here.

Come on, we gotta go.

What are you doing?

Checking to see if there's
any information here

that will help us
find our killer.

But the police
are gonna be here soon.

It will only take a second.

I'm checking
the Web browser.

MEL: Online data is sent

to a temporary folder
before it's deleted.

I didn't know you were
proficient with computers.

Yeah, well.

I learned about this little
trick in a magazine once.

Really?

Actually, it was Cosmo.

"How to find out if your man
is having an online affair."

Here we go.

The last sight that Suudor
visited was travelbroker.com.

There's an e-mail
confirmation number here.

Looks like he left the country
two days ago.

One-way plane ticket,
O'Hare to Heathrow.

Where's Heathrow?

London.

[ bells pealing ]

- MEL: I can't believe this.
- Believe what?

That out of hundreds
of people on that flight,

we were randomly selected

to have our luggage
gone through by customs.

I thought customs were
sociological practices

specific to
different cultures.

They are.

But at the airport,
customs are something different.

What kind of different?

A royal pain in the ass
kind of different.

I don't have
time to explain.

You people really earn
your money--

can I just tell you that?

So, how are you today?

MAN: Bags on the counter.

Oh, God,
I love that accent.

Ha!
It's so great!

On the counter, ma'am.

I could just hear you say
that all day.

That one.

This one?
Okay.

Where are you arriving from?

MEL: Uh, Chicago,
Illinois.

Passport?

Uh-huh.

Uh, p-please.

Is there a problem?

No.

No, no problem.

Didn't you say customs were
a royal pain in the ass?

No.

No, no, no.
No, I didn't.

I didn't say that.

What I said was--

and I remember clearly
when I said it--

I said, um,
that I couldn't wait

to see the royalty
of London, as always.

He misunderstood.
He always misunderstands me.

No, I didn't.
That's pretty, I like that.

I've seen that
in those magazines, Mel.

Is that yours?

That's--
that's for Jess.

Well, she's
getting married.

Well, we hope
she's getting married.

He's having trouble
popping the question,

but we're keeping
our fingers crossed.

Is it really necessary
for you to go through

everything in such detail?

Yes.

Now I'll have that one.

MEL: I hope you're happy.

- You have no idea...
- Excuse me.

how close we were
to a full cavity search.

- Excuse me.
- COLE: What's that?

- You don't want to know.
- Well, it sounds interesting.

Trust me,
you don't want to know.

- Yes, I do, Mel.
- Cole, you don't want to know.

Okay, I believe you.

You seem rather tense.

Let me ask you a question.
Was it really necessary

to tell him
you were from Cirron?

Especially after all the hard
work you did on that passport

that clearly states
you're from Chicago?

Well, he caught me
off guard,

besides it's not
in my nature to lie.

Yes, but sometimes you have
to consider the circumstances

and adjust your answers
so that you don't make waves.

Is that what you do?

When I have to, yes.

But I don't have as much
baggage as you.

You have twice
as much as I do.

Oh, you were demonstrating
how easy it is for you to lie.

- No, I was--
- JESS: Guys, over here!

I can't believe
you're here.

I'm so pleased
to see you both.

- Cool glasses!
- Thank you.

So, how was the flight?

- Good.
- Good.

Oh, I almost fainted
when you called me, Mel.

In all the time I've known you,
you have never taken a holiday.

Well, I thought it
was a perfect time

for a vacation.
Right, Cole?

Perfect. Perfect--perfect time
for a vacation, Mel.

Perfect.

Is he okay?

Yeah.
So, where's Ewan?

Uh, he went to
bring up the car.

He'll meet us outside.

So, Mel,
why are you really here?

What do you mean?

It's more undercover stuff,
isn't it?

Yeah. It's gotten
international now.

Wow! [ chuckles ]

WOMAN: Please keep all bags
and personal belongings

with you at all times.

MAN: The Tracker's arrived
along with the woman.

The girl came
and picked them up.

Keep an eye on them,
but don't get too close.

We can't allow him
to know of your presence.

I'm aware of that.

Suudor's doing his job.
Let me do mine.

[ classical music playing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

WOMAN: Hi, Jules!
How are you?

MAN: Hey!
Pull up a chair!

EWAN:
Can I ask you something?

Yes.

You walk around
in your underpants, right?

Mm, not often.

Right, but does--
does Mel like it?

- I think so.
- Yeah?

What do you think of these?

JESS: You know,
Ewan's really very sweet.

He kind of grows on you.

I'm sure he does.

But, as my grandmother
used to say...

"So does mold."

[ both laugh ]

So, any news?

Oh, we're talking.

Sounds promising.

Depends on the time of day.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What's going on
with you and Cole?

What do you mean?

I mean this trip.
What's it really about?

I told you.

He had to come over
for business.

What, and you're just
tagging along, then?

I guess. Well, I mean,
you're here.

Like you said,
it's been a long time

since I took a vacation.

[ laughs ]

You're a lousy liar, Mel.

No, I am not!

What are you
talking about?

I'm talking
about you and Cole.

[ laughs ]

You've been hiding this
from me for too long now.

Hiding what?

I know why you're here.
I know what's going on.

I think
it's adorable, actually,

sneaking away
for a romantic little getaway,

using my being in London
as your excuse.

You've lost it, Jess.

Oh, yeah?

I'm serious.

There's nothing going on
between me and Cole.

So, uh, why are you
sharing a hotel room, then?

To save money.

We're sleeping
in different beds.

Yeah, for now.

[ scoffs ]

What's the question again?

[ women laughing ]

Right.
Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

JESS:
And welcome to England.

- [ glasses clinking ]
- Yay!

[ giggling ]

Cole.
Cole.

Ahem.

Right.
Good times, then, eh?

[ horns honking ]

COLE: I don't know
why you're bothering with that.

A girl needs her privacy.

Yes, but I told you
you could have the bed.

You know
I don't sleep.

I know.

Mel, there's no need
to be embarrassed.

You must have a lovely body.

What's that?

Oh, I programmed
the computer

to monitor Scotland Yard's
database.

It's flagged an entry.

[ tapping keys ]

The London Timeshas
received a death threat.

Someone disagree
with an editorial?

"Dear boss, they say
I've been dead near 100 years.

"truth is,
I've just been sleeping.

"now I'm back, the streets
of London will again flow

"with the blood
that spills from my blade.

Yours truly..."

COLE:
"Jack the Ripper."

Interested? Eh?

DAWSON: Suudor.

What are you doing here?

Here they are.

Now leave.
I have work to do.

You call this work?

Work, pleasure,
life, death.

It's all entwined
in a lovely knot.

Hello, darling.
Looking for some fun?

If you ain't got a car,

I could do you a quickie
in the alley.

Not my style.

And what might your style be,
then, lover boy?

Something a little
more exotic.

Oh, I can do exotic,
all right.

Just exploring
the various opportunities.

You're interested
in group rates, then?

Possibly.

So, what'll it be?
Time's money, you know.

I'm not interested
in talking

if you're not interested
in buying.

[ gasps ]
Uhh!

Mind your tongue.

You'll go when I say
you can go, and not before,

do you understand?

Whatever you say.

Just sod off,
you smelly wanker.

[ sighs ]

I don't understand.

On my planet,
these killers are reviled.

Here, they're celebrated.

Yeah, well, it's sick.

A lot of people
have a fascination

with the concept
of serial killers.

Well, your planet is
very strange, Mel.

You have people
living on the streets,

children starving
all over the world,

your world leaders are elected
by the lies that they tell,

and you have
a global communication system

like the Internet that promotes
hate and glorifies people

like John Wayne Gacy
and Jack the Ripper.

I-I'm sorry.
It was just my point of view.

No, you're absolutely right.

I mean, this guy is accountable
for the murder of 5 women,

all of them prostitutes,
maybe 7, possibly 13.

He slits all of their throats
with a knife or a scalpel

and ends up a celebrity.

I accessed
the original coroner's report

via the Internet,

and, in each case,
the killer removed an organ

from the victim's body.

Hence the name
"Jack the Ripper."

MEL: It says here

that the precision
of the operations suggested

that he had some kind
of medical training.

COLE: So the ripper could
have been a doctor.

MEL: Well, what I don't get is
if this guy was never caught,

how is Suudor copying him?

Well, Suudor's going
by the same information we have,

immersing himself
into every detail of the case

until he's ready
to strike.

[ woman screams ]

[ cat yowls ]

What was that?

Sounded like a cat.

A cat. Right.

COLE: Well, most of the murders
were in the Whitechapel area.

I'll start there.

You should get some sleep.

Yeah, that should be easy,

considering there's
a serial killer

from another planet
roaming the streets.

[ sighs ]

Be careful.

[ bells chiming ]

[ Mel sighs ]

[ laughs ] Mm.

No, Bobby, we shouldn't.

Okay, but don't tell anyone.

[ Mel chuckles ]

Oh, Bobby.

Oh, Bobby.

[ inhales ] Bob.

What?

Who's Bob?

Bob?

Bobby.

Bobby--
I have no idea.

Oh.

Was I talking in my sleep?

Yes, you were.

[ sighs ]

What, uh, ahem,
exactly did I say?

[ high voice ] Hee hee.
No, Bobby, we shouldn't.

Hee hee! Oh, okay, Bobby,
but don't tell anyone.

Oh, Bobby, Bob...

Thank you...

For that very
dramatic re-enactment.

I think I'll go
brush my teeth.

MEL: Ahem. So, when did
you get back?

About 2 hours ago.

Did you find Suudor?

No, but I found
one of his victims.

He's killed someone
already here?

A young woman.

Her throat was cut
and her liver was missing.

Did he leave
any other clues behind?

No. That's why
I came back here,

to check the Scotland yard
forensic reports.

Unfortunately, they didn't
find anything, either.

Where are you going now?

Back to Whitechapel.

The women that work that area
should be there now.

I'll see what
I can find out.

Tired?

I didn't get much sleep
last night.

JESS:
Cole keep you up, did he?

- Jet lag.
- Mm-hmm.

So, what's going on
with Ewan?

[ sighs ]
I don't know.

I'm just scared he's not gonna
make the commitment.

Well, then why would he have
asked you to London?

I don't know.
He said he was lonely.

He said he missed me.

So he had you fly
across the Atlantic ocean

because he was lonely?

Yeah.

It's kind of romantic,
though, isn't it?

I think Ewan has a lot
of growing up to do.

JESS: Actually,
he's grown up a lot

since I last saw him.

Jess, you said yourself
he can't even commit

to what pair of underwear

he's gonna put on
in the morning.

Well, he's sorted
that one out.

He doesn't wear any now.

I just want
what's best for you.

I think you can do better.

Um, I don't know, Mel.

I mean, Ewan's got
a lot going for him.

Like what?
A lot of debts?

Sorry. I'm tired.

I just want you
to ask yourself

if this is really the man

that you wanna spend
the rest of your life with.

I know, though,
and I have.

Look, Ewan might have
some faults, but I love him.

Okay.

So, that brings us back
to why you're in London.

Do you really think
he's not going to propose?

I don't know.

Maybe I should just
ask him myself.

Maybe you should.

Maybe I will.

[ Jess laughs ]

WOMAN 1: Hallo.
you're gorgeous.

Come here.

WOMAN 2:
Dead, isn't it?

WOMAN 1:
You can say that again.

Aren't you pretty fit?

Hello.

Hello to you, love.
Fancy a date?

Don't worry--you don't
have to buy me dinner.

We can just skip
ahead to dessert.

Well, actually,
I'm not hungry.

I just have
a few questions.

Great.

Another would-be
Sherlock Holmes.

You want to know
about Katie?

Was she the girl
that was killed last night?

Sweet kid.

Terrible thing.

But you don't work the streets
without taking risks.

You a copper?

A policeman.

Oh, no. No. Um...

One of them sick tourists
out for a sick thrill?

No.

Uh, I just want to know
if you've seen this man.

Right.

He looks sort of different here,
but I remember him.

- You spoke to him?
- And that's all we did.

He was all talk, no action.

Asked questions
about the other girls.

You know, me colleagues.

Guess I wasn't his thing,
which is just as well.

He was bleeding creepy.

Then what happened?

Then I told him,
"Just sod off."

Do you think he was
the one who killed Katie?

All right...

If there's nothing else,
push off.

I don't get paid to make
conversation, you know.

Hello, love.

No thanks, darling.

I understand.
You're a prostitute.

You give sex
in exchange for money.

Uh, you sure you don't want
to grab a bite to eat?

On me.

Uh, no.
I have to go.

Well, good luck
finding your bloke.

Might try following
his smell.

What do you mean?

He stank.

Sort of like the chemical
that they use to clean toilets.

Disinfectant?

Yeah. Yeah!

Maybe he's a caretaker
or something.

Is there
a hospital nearby?

Sure.

Take this street
all the way down.

Third on left.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

[ grunts ]

[ man groans ]

Ugh!

WOMAN: What's going on?

[ grunts ]

Ow! Agh!

[ laughs ]

Not on my floor!

A-aah!
[ muffled screams ]

[ laughs ]

Decisions,
decisions.

[ screaming ]

[ breathing heavily ]

Quick.

COLE: Next week onTracker...

All the river murders
happened

in a two-hour window,
between midnight and 2:00 A.M.

Now that he knows I'm here,
he'll strike quickly.

My guess is tonight.

Same place as last night:
the Whitechapel District.

Jess told me
that her and Ewan had plans

to go to a club
in Whitechapel tonight.

Cole. Thank God.
Where are you?

A few blocks east
of the Nitebox. Where are you?

I'm outside of the club.

- Where's Jess?
- She's inside with Ewan.

I figured she'd
be safer in there.

Get back inside
and stay with her.

Jess, this could be
the last night of your life

if we don't leave now!

Aah!

Argh!
Oof!

Your time on Earth is finished.
Yours...and your girlfriend.

You won't...

feel a thing.