All language subtitles for Closer and Closer (1996) BR Eng

You again?

I thought I told you to
stay off my property.

Come on now, get out of here.

Go on.

Damn bear's going to get his butt
shot off one of these days, huh, T?

You're late.

Only three minutes.

How you doing?

Fine, BJ.

You, uh...

Look like you're raring to go.

I'm always raring to go.

You ready? Yep.

Let's go.

Show off.

You are a show off.

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

You can do it. Get it up.
That's it.

Hey, that's all right.
You're getting there.

Play.

It's so weird, I never
used to like country music before.

Well, there is a sure
sign of loneliness.

What're you talking about?

I can access thousands of people
with just a few keystrokes.

Whatever happened
to human contact?

Overrated.

I've got my little plane all
gassed and ready to go,

anywhere you want.
You and your toys.

This is no toy.

It's the top of the line... You
know, the truth is, I am...

Just not into flying.

Kate, we've been training for,
what, close to a year now?

And I have yet to see you
leave your property.

I have everything I
need right here.

Are you still self-conscious
about the chair?

You know what it is?

I've just become a hermit.

There's nothing wrong
with being a hermit,

look at JD Salinger.

JD Salinger... Oh, wait,
by the way, by the way,

I have a present for you.

Open it up, look inside.

"To BJ, my trainer.

"The day will come when I
beat you around the track,

"maybe sooner than you think.
Love, Kate."

Your very own advance copy.

I'm honored.

Is it as scary as the last one?

Read it and tell me.

Hello.

Is it working? Are we on?

Oh, there you are.

Morning, Gloria.

Now, I just want you to know

that I'm finally having that
access ramp put into the house,

so there's no excuse for
you not to come and visit.

Well, that's the beauty of video
conferencing, it's like being there.

We'll see. So, the
reviews are fabulous.

A major network has made a pre-emptive
bid for the movie rights.

You'll be on the Book
Week's summer reading list.

Hmm.

The Gargoyle Fan Club has
now reached 50,000 members.

Now, that's scary.

You wouldn't believe the response we've
been getting about you killing Byron Garr.

I warned you though, I begged
you not to do it, didn't I?

He was a villain.

At some point, you have
to kill a villain.

So, resurrect him.

Look, Kate, I won't
even pretend to know

what you've gone through.

But this is the kind of story
our beloved media thrive on.

"Famed author overcomes personal
tragedies, makes sensational comeback."

I just... I don't want it to
look like I'm chasing publicity.

Then we can limit it to four
publications, that's all.

You won't even have
to leave home.

It can all be done
by video conference.

Yeah, all right.

This is going to be
good for you, Kate.

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

From the heart, okay.

Well, Kate, it's...

It's your birthday, and...

And I won't say which one.

All these people care about you.

I care about you, and now...

What I wanted to say was...

I just hope we're around
for a lot more birthdays.

And...

And... And...

Miss Sanders, prior to
your career as a novelist,

you were a reporter for
the Miami Journal.

Somehow I ended up covering
serial murder cases.

Interviewed just about every
homicide detective in South Florida,

not to mention a few killers.

It was intense, I got hooked.

You started out as a journalist,

but now you have jumped
from journalism to fiction.

My head was filled with
these horrific images.

Things I saw, things I heard.

It seemed like the best way to
get all that out of my system

was to write about it,
turn it into a novel.

Gargoyle, your first book,

receives great critical acclaim,

becomes an instant best seller,
then the copycat murders.

Yes, that was devastating.

Hello, Miss Sanders,
I'm Adam Slade.

You're supposed to
be David Hirsch.

I know, David had to bow out.
He had a death in the family.

My producers made a deal with
his editors, so you've got me.

I'm familiar with
your news magazine.

Nothing was said about television.
Yeah...

Okay. But hear my
pitch, and then if...

If you turn me down, there'll
be no hard feelings.

See, I want to do
a profile on you,

which would include an
on-camera interview.

You should talk to my agent.

Okay, but...

Miss Sanders, our program reaches
a hundred times more people

than the highest
circulation periodical,

and you have a very
important story to tell.

I told my story. It's
called Gargoyle.

I mean, the story
of your recovery,

both as a crime victim and as a person
who suffered a disabling injury.

You are a survivor, right?

You've been through hell,

but you have managed to
get control of your life.

Now, there's hundreds of
thousands of disabled people

who want to hear this story,
who need to hear this story.

It'll also provide you with a
platform to answer your critics.

You know, especially the ones who
have been attacking your book.

I'll let you set all
the ground rules.

Could you give me a number
where I can reach you?

I'll enclose my home, office,
fax, cellular, and pager numbers

along with my reel and I'll
send it to you overnight.

Fine. You know, professional
consideration aside,

you are someone I'd
really like to meet.

Just send it all to my agent.

- So, this is my last day.
- I know.

How am I going to
manage without you?

You've got plenty of office supplies,
two weeks' worth of groceries,

and I think you'll like
those new t-shirts.

Oh, I know. It's...
It's not that.

It's just, I'm
going to miss you.

You've helped me so much. Hmm.

If it weren't for you, I probably
wouldn't be going back to college.

Well, you better write.

Believe me, I'll
be emailing you every day.

Good. That's just fine with me.

Oh.

Let's go see this guy.

Come on, boy.

Good boy.

Tiamo, heel.

Adam Slade, Jenny Brooks.

Hi. I'm a fan of your show.

Oh, thank you.

I've got to get going.
Bye, Kate.

Bye, Jenny. If you need anything
at all, you give me a call, okay?

She's my personal assistant.

Real sweetheart, but she's
off to school in Pullman.

You're even more
attractive in person.

Oh, yeah? Always thought I
came across better digitally.

That's my assistant.

He'll be running the
camera and the sound. Hi.

Since you'd only allow
me one crew person.

This is magnificent.

Actually, I'd love to get a shot out here.
Do you mind?

Uh, no.

No, go ahead.

You grow your own vegetables?

I used to be addicted
to cheeseburgers.

Now, it's organically grown
squash and tomatoes.

It's a nifty little security system.
Mmm-hmm.

Covers everything from my
front door to my front gate.

You've come a long way. There must
be a lot of satisfaction in that.

Yes, there is.

Do you ever feel bitter?

About? The incident.

The thing that put
you in the chair.

Do you ever regret having
written the first book?

I wrote about a serial killer
because he interested me.

Some would say that writing about
such evil could actually create it.

Fiction mirrors human behavior,
it doesn't cause it.

So you would reject the idea that
violence in books and movies

contributes to
violence in real life?

Who knows what incites a
person to cross that line?

It's never a single cause.

But surely books that
glorify serial killers...

My books don't glorify
serial killers.

I examine them. Big difference.

What about Mitchell Dean-Tyler,

the man who was obsessed
with your fictional killer?

Excuse me, I didn't realize we
were going to be discussing this.

He brutally murdered
three women,

and he claims to have been
inspired by your book.

That's what he claimed.

Well, with the sequel
about to be published,

aren't you worried it
might happen again?

I wrote this book because I needed
to resolve the fate of Byron Garr.

You killed him? Yes, I did.

And it's allowed me to finally
get him out of my life.

Is there anyone
special in your life?

Not at the moment.

Weren't you involved with someone
at the time of the incident,

an FBI Agent?

You know, this isn't an
area I want to get into.

Could we move on
to something else?

Oh. Sorry, it's my job to pry.

That is your best time by .42.

Yes.

When we first started, I
was 20 seconds behind you.

More like 25. Oh, yeah?

You never told me
how your interview went.

Mmm.

I hated every second of it.

Other than that, it was fine.

When's it going to be on?
Tonight.

New book coming out, big TV interview.
Mmm-hmm.

You're pretty hot stuff.

Oh, yeah, real hot.

Wait till it's all over.

Is there
anyone special in your life?

Uh...

Not at the moment.

Weren't you involved with someone
at the time of the incident,

an FBI Agent?

You know, this isn't an
area I want to get into.

Could we move on
to something else?

Sorry, it's my job to pry.

And so... Yeah.

Of course, you had to
leave that in, right?

...is on the brink of a
professional and personal comeback.

She still wrestles with the demons
that changed the course of her life.

But for now at least, it appears
she's gotten the upper hand.

This is Adam Slate,
for News Breakers.

Is she still a recluse?

She's very
active electronically.

She corresponds with people
all over, via the Internet.

But otherwise, she seems
to prefer her solitude.

Well, she seemed a
little lonely to me.

Oh, yeah, right. Like you know.

This is exactly why I
don't do interviews.

Hello, Kate.

Can you translate Latin?

Who are you?

Call the police in
Montgomery, Alabama.

Send them to 176
Parker Street, Unit A.

Then you will know.

What kind of game.

Also contact the
police in Miami.

Ask about Monica Grayson.

Who is Monica Grayson?

I covered myself with her blood.

And because you created me,

her blood also covers you.

You brought me into this world.

You are responsible...

Montgomery Police Department.

I need to speak to a
detective, please.

Transferring.

This is Detective Whitley.

Hello, I'm...

I'm Kaitlin Sanders. I'm calling
from my home in Washington State.

Kaitlin Sanders. Why does
that sound familiar?

I'm a writer.

You are that Kaitlin Sanders?

Yes, listen, I got this
message over the Internet.

It's probably some crank.

Over the what? The Internet.

It's a computer network,
like the phone system.

Only, it's done through
the computers.

Anyway, this message implied that a
crime might have been committed.

Uh-huh. What kind of crime?

I don't know, the message...

The message mentioned
something about blood.

Maybe you could check out
the address to be sure.

What is it?

176 Parker Street, Unit A.

I'm at 206-555-3674.

Okay, I'll get back to you.

Miami Police.
How can I help you?

Hi, I'm Kaitlin
Sanders, the writer.

Yeah, so?

Well, I have a question.

Does the name Monica Grayson
mean anything to you?

If it's the same Monica
Grayson I'm thinking of,

she was murdered two days ago.

Hello? WHITLEY: Kaitlin Sanders?

Yes.

This is Detective Whitley.

I'm calling from that
location on Parker Street.

Looks like we got
a homicide here.

Did the killer write something
in the victim's blood?

Yes.

Was it sica?

S-I-C-A?

What the hell does it mean?

It's Latin for dagger.

Run that by me one more time.

It's his signature.

The Gargoyle always leaves behind a dagger
symbol, drawn in his victim's blood.

Kate, I hate to admit it, but I might be
the only person who hasn't read your book.

The Gargoy story goes
back to the Middle Ages.

There was a series of brutal
murders in Northern France.

They were so brutal, the townspeople
didn't believe the killer was human.

The investigation led to a
woodsman named Gargoie.

He confessed to over 30 murders.

He became the world's first
documented serial killer.

My character, Byron Garr,

believes he's Gargoie's
modern day descendant.

What's with the dagger?

The killer mutilated his victims

with a homemade dagger.

I guess not much has
changed, has it?

I'm going to assign a couple of
deputies to keep an eye out.

You never can tell
with these nutcases.

Oh, I almost forgot.

The FBI called.

They're insisting on
sending an agent.

Who?

Ah, I guess an expert
in this serial stuff.

Who is it?

Special Agent Clay,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Uh, Miss Sanders?

He won't bite.

Just don't make
any sudden moves.

Right.

Nice doggie.

Tiamo, it's okay.

ID?

Okay, thanks.

You see, three lines of defense.

Security system, my attack
dog and my trusty 12-gauge.

I was just giving the
sheriff a demonstration.

Sheriff. Dwayne Jackson.

Special Agent Clay.

Does it say Special Agent
on your birth certificate?

No, it says Luther. Luther.

Oh, welcome to the Pacific
Northwest, Luther.

Now, can I get you some coffee,

cranberry juice?

Cranberry juice
would be nice, thanks.

Dwayne? DWAYNE: Please.

Interesting juxtaposition.

Excuse me?

Juxtaposition.

A rustic log cabin in the
middle of the wilderness.

And inside you have all this
sophisticated communications technology.

That's really interesting.

So, Luther, where were we at?

Well,

we traced the call to the
victim's residence in Montgomery.

He accessed the Internet from
a phone line inside her home.

She didn't own a computer, so he
must have brought one with him.

And you ran that MO through
your computers in Quantico?

Yeah. Doesn't match any of the
crime data that we could find.

He logged on as Ryan Borg.

Probably not his real name.

It's an anagram.

He took the letters from Byron
Garr, and rearranged them.

I know what an anagram is.

We're working closely with the
police in Miami and Montgomery.

And of course, we'll be staking
out this location as well.

What do you mean "staking out?"

We need at least
one agent on site.

You mean, you.

For now. Then we'll see how
the situation develops.

Let's get something
straight right now.

I will not allow my life to be
overrun by a swarm of FBI agents.

I have work to do,

and I'm very capable
of defending myself.

Excuse me, did I say
something funny?

No, it's just that John
Grady warned me about you.

Our objective is to locate the
offender and make an arrest.

Otherwise, we'll try our very
best to stay out of your way.

Thank you.

That... That's tart.

That's how I like it.

Here you go, Dwayne.

This is a video fax.

Transmits and receives video
footage over the phone lines.

We should be receiving

video footage from Miami
PD any minute now.

Used to be we were
happy just to get

a decent phone line outside the county.

All right, let's
take a look, Dwayne.

You know, the sheriff doesn't
have any real jurisdiction here.

I beg your pardon?

I happen to be the
highest-ranking

law enforcement officer in
this part of the state.

And this maniac is threatening
one of my citizens.

Look Luther, Dwayne's
also a friend.

I want him involved.

Sica again.

"No forced entry."

The victims either knew him or
he was impersonating someone.

Maybe a police officer.

Or maybe he just
talked his way in.

They were both single
ladies, after all.

The police report says
that victim number two

telephoned a friend
around 11:15 p.m.,

and they talked for
about 20 minutes.

Killer went online with
Kate right about midnight.

What kind of a stranger talks his way
into a woman's house that time of night?

It's not a coincidence his first contact
was right after the program aired.

He knew exactly
where to find me.

Agent Clay.

Yeah.

Sure, I'll do it right now.

Boss wants to video conference.

The boss? You mean...

Hello, Kate.

How are you? Not too bad.

I'm just calling to check up,
make sure everything's all right.

As all right as can be,
under the circumstances.

I don't think you
know Sheriff Jackson.

Dwayne, this is John Grady.

He's the head of the FBI
Serial Killer Unit.

We were just...

I want you
involved in this, Kate.

Let's just make sure we
nail this bastard fast.

Haven't lost your
edge, have you?

Some things never change.

I guess not.

Kate,

it's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Bye.

You know, I'm exhausted.

Let's call it a night, huh?

I miss you too, Jenny.

Yeah? MAN: Miss Sanders,

a BJ Conners is here.

He's a friend.

Well, the Sheriff said
no one passes through...

Sheriff Jackson does not authorize
who comes on my property, I do.

But ma'am, we have strict
orders that no one comes...

If you don't let him in, I'll come
down there and let him in myself.

Let him through, Pete.

Sorry, ma'am, we're
just doing our job.

What was that all about?

Some kook's been
sending me threatening emails.

It's just a precaution.

Must be serious.

No, it's nothing.

Eleven.

All right, one more.

Twelve.

Seven.

Push it up there. Eight.

Detective Whitley, we're conferencing
in Detective Brand from Miami.

Can you both see and hear me?

I can. So can I.

I'm here with Kate Sanders.

She's going to be involved in
the investigation on this end.

So, who wants to go first?

I will, since our
autopsy just came in.

It looks like he grabbed
her from behind.

Slit her throat with
his right hand.

Well, if she let him in,

it was obviously someone she
didn't feel threatened by.

Monica Grayson was 34, secretary
at an insurance company.

Single with no current boyfriends
as far as we can tell.

He's using the same MO
as Mitchell Dean-Tyler.

The other guy who
copycatted the Gargoyle?

He was executed Yes.
over a year ago.

Yes, this guy seems to
be inspired by him.

I'd say he's inspired
by your writing.

He's an improviser,
just like the Gargoyle.

Both murder weapons came from
inside the victims' homes.

He's also meticulous.

The knife he used
on Monica Grayson

was found on the bathroom
sink, scrubbed clean.

He wiped off all his prints,
washed off the blood...

Just like in Miss
Sander's books.

What's your point, Detective?

I'm just stating
the facts, ma'am.

Makes you feel any better, I'd be
willing to sleep on the couch.

You think I'm
afraid of a little thunder?

Grady must not have
told you much about me.

Well, he only gave me
a thumbnail sketch.

By the way, how'd you two...

How's your motel anyway?

The beds have those
flat foam pillows.

I can lend you a feather pillow.

That's okay, I'll live.

Thanks anyways.
Goodnight, Miss Sanders.

Goodnight.

Hello, Kate.

What feels worse,

the fear... Or the guilt?

Clay here.
Luther, he's back. He just came on.

He's what?

It's him. Hurry.

I'm on my way.

Keep him online, Kate.

Keep him online.

If I answer your question,

will you answer mine?

I'll try.

I feel

a deep sadness

for these women

and their families.

Why are you doing this?

You should know.

You created me.

My creation

is fiction.

Your creation has come to life.

How can I

make you stop?

Too late, you brought
me into this world.

Now you must accept
the consequences.

Damn it.

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah?

He's in Des Moines, Iowa.

Come on. Come on.
Come on, guys, get on it.

What?

You've got to be kidding.

All right.

We lost him.

Luther, look at the pattern.

Looks like he's
crossing the country.

With each murder,

he seems to be getting
closer and closer...

To me.

Aren't you going to let him in?

We're up here.

Hey, hey, hey, T, buddy.

Hey, you remember me, don't you?

Yes, you do.

Come on, there.

Luther, do you mind

giving us a few moments
alone, please?

The Deputy Director

assigned me to be
personally responsible

since I was agent in
charge last time.

So, was it against your will?

No, It wasn't.

Is that going to be a problem?

I don't see why.

We're both professionals here.

Welcome to my home.

Yeah, Luther said
it was a log cabin.

It's more like a log mansion.

It must have cost a fortune.

Write a bestseller,
make a movie deal,

get a big advance
on your next book,

a lot of things
become affordable.

I guess so.

Sure is...

Isolated.

That's why I bought it.

Different lifestyle.

I have a different life.

And, look at this.

Lots of trees, fresh air,

I have my work, I have my dog.

What else is there?

Sheriff's here. We
should get to work, huh?

We've been inputting all the crimes
scene details into our computers,

so far, we have only come up
with the standard profile.

White male, 25-40,
probably a loner.

He's getting pretty good at getting
around without attracting attention.

As soon as we have anything,
we'll shoot bulletins off

to every airport, train
station, bus station,

every car rental agency
between here and Des Moines.

What if he's driving
his own car?

With out-of-state plates?

Now I think that is something
that would attract attention.

We haven't talked
about the media.

Well, nothing's been decided.

The one fact we have agreed
not to disclose is that

he attacks his victims from
behind, but otherwise...

Otherwise imagine the press
getting hold of a story

of a killer murdering his
way across the country.

How about warning folks?

He's probably out there
sizing up his next victim.

Kate?

Our first priority
is to save lives.

Copycat, crank confessions.

People will panic.

Yeah, and what if we say nothing
and another woman dies?

Luther's right,

there'll be massive complications
once the media gets hold of this.

I say we hold off for 24 hours and hopefully
we will have someone in custody by then.

Okay, so, what's the plan then?

This is operation central.

We'll run the FBI part of the
investigation from this room.

How do we do that, exactly?

Well, there's technology. We're as
functional as we would be anywhere.

No one else comes on this
property except the three of you.

It's my house, my rules.
I mean it.

Fair enough.

You have reached
BJ.'s phone machine.

I'm out right now, but leave me a
message, and I'll return the call.

BJ, hi, it's Kate.

I won't be able to
make it tomorrow.

Something's come up.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.
Bye.

BJ?

He's a friend.

Did you want something?

We got Des Moines
on the satellite.

I've never done one
of these before.

It's the same as a conference call,
we just get to see each other.

Okay here it is.

Um...

No forced entry.

He grabbed her from behind,

strangled her, then cut open
a vein in her left wrist.

From behind again.

We sent all our data
on to Quantico.

And it'll take them 48 hours
to come back with an analysis.

Okay, thanks.

Have we talked to an Adam Slade?

The news magazine correspondent?

We were planning to talk to him.

Looks like somebody leaked.

Is he going public?

He's asking Kate
for confirmation.

- I'll send someone.
- No, hold on.

I'll just tell Adam I
want a video conference.

He'll speak to me a lot more
openly than he will the FBI.

He's a reporter, we speak
the same language.

Hello, Kate.

You look well, considering
what I've heard.

What exactly have
you heard, Adam?

Three murders.

Different cities.

Killer's corresponding
with you via the Internet

and posing as the Gargoyle.

The timing of all this coincides
with the airing of our interview.

Have you or your producers received any
threats by phone, fax, mail, anything?

Not that I'm aware of.

So, is he leaving the dagger?

The first two times, he
left the word dagger

in a foreign language.

This last time, he drew one.

So he's copycatting
Mitchell Dean-Tyler.

Tyler was emulating
the Gargoyle.

This one wants us to think that he
actually believes he's the Gargoyle.

We just need a little more time.

We?

There's an investigation being
coordinated across five states.

Would that investigation include
the Serial Killer Unit of the FBI?

You know it does.

Make you a deal.

Hold off another 24 hours,

and I will give you an exclusive
interview as soon as he is captured.

Deal.

Oh, and Kate,

I want you to understand how sorry
I am that this happened to you.

It hasn't happened to me,

it's happened to three
innocent women.

The only thing that matters from
this point on is stopping him.

Thanks, Adam.

We know he's very careful in his planning
and selection, highly organized.

He has excellent verbal skills.

Well above average intelligence.

There's something
personal in his tone.

You think it's someone
that knows you?

A lot of people think
they know her.

She's a celebrity.

No, there's a rage, a hostility.

It could be a disgruntled reader

or some frustrated author who
thinks I stole his idea.

I think you may be trying to impose a rational
motive on someone who's anything but.

Mmm-mmm. I don't see this guy
as a garden variety sociopath.

There's more to him than that.
It's...

I'm trying to understand
why he's so fixated on me.

If we can solve the why, it can
lead us to the who.

What's going on here?

All hell's breaking loose.

Look, everyone's trying
to reach us at once.

Kate,

here comes a fax for you.

From someone named Gloria.

She wants to video
conference urgently.

Kate.

What's up? Kate,

somebody sent a message
out over the Internet.

He's claiming to
be the Gargoyle.

He's saying that
you created him.

I don't get it, what's going on?

That's Elisa
Lane, the last victim.

The one in Des Moines.

Why's he doing this?

The killer just went public over
millions of computer screens.

Invading your electronic
world wasn't enough,

now he's trying to turn the
outside world against you.

The killer has embarked
on a murder spree

that once again appears to
be inspired by the Gargoyle,

a fictional creation of
author Kaitlin Sanders.

And with this latest killing,

just one more example about how violence
in the media begets violence in real life.

And I for one, hold this
writer personally responsible.

Damn it.

Right.

They traced the Internet message
to a number in Lincoln, Nebraska.

He's crossed another state line.

Hello.

Hi, this is Ed
Stevens, remember me?

I'm with the Atlanta
Tribune now.

I was wondering if I
could get a comment.

No, Ed, not right now. But
I just need to confirm...

Why the Gargoyle?

He wants to deflect attention
from his real identity.

That's pretty obvious.

He blames me for something.

What about those anti-violence
in-the-media people?

We're working that angle.

Okay, who else?

How about an old boyfriend?

Someone who might
feel rejected by you?

Well, hasn't been anyone who would
fit that description recently.

I'll say this,

he certainly doesn't fit any of the
profiles we study in Crim-Path.

Crim-Path?

Criminal Pathology.

It's a course I teach
at the academy.

All the top forensic psychologists
have studied with me

at one time or another.

Hmm.

You think school's
the best place

to learn how to catch
bad guys, huh?

What'd you make?

Cranberry apple pie.

My own recipe.

Ah, you always were a...

creative cook.

Mmm, like I said, some
things don't change.

Ow. Ah!

Oh, you okay?

Yeah. Mmm.

I didn't know you...
You could still...

I still have feeling here.

You do?

Yeah, I can still feel my legs.
The...

The only thing they won't
do is stand up and walk.

Ironic, huh?

Coming through.

You got to look these
fellows in the eye

to see what makes them tick.

You only get to see these
things case by case.

In behavioral science, we take
a look at the big picture.

I'll do that. I'll
get you something.

Oh, here you go with
that science again.

What if science has us
barking up the wrong tree?

Sorry, that was my fault.

Um, why don't we just
call it a night, huh?

Yeah. Pie was delicious.

Well, there is
something we agree on.

I'll make another one tomorrow.

Luther, can you
catch a ride with Dwayne?

You don't mind putting your life in
the hands of a hick sheriff, do you?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

This, uh...

This tension between us is making
a tough situation tougher.

Oh, I don't know what
you expected here.

Well, I expected we could
at least be friendly.

Who's not being friendly?

It's awkward.

So what do you want
to do about it?

I don't know, I feel...

I had to make a clean break.

That was three years ago.
We're different people.

Yeah, how are you so different?

Please.

Besides cutting yourself off
from the rest of the world.

I live this way
because I choose to.

What happened to the old Kate? You
remember her? 'Cause I sure as hell do.

I've moved on to another place.

The signs say, "Keep
out, don't get close."

What gives you the
right to judge me?

Nothing.

Except what I thought we had...

That's in the past.

I won't live in the past.

Not asking you to live in it.

I'm asking you to deal with it.

Morning.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning. How're you doing?

So, did you get any sleep?

Couple of hours.

That's more than I had.

Clay here.

What?

Yeah, okay.

Tom Rule from the field
office in Salt Lake City.

He wants to conference.

The highway patrol just picked
up a guy carrying a laptop

and a South Florida
driver's license.

Found two speeding tickets on him,
one issued in Alabama, one in Iowa.

Both correspond with the dates
our guy would have been there.

Thought you might want to be
here for the questioning.

If you got a jet standing by and a
chopper to take me to the airstrip,

I can be there in two hours.

What about doing
it by satellite?

I want to be involved.

Great, you can come along.

Kate?

Hang on till I get there, Tom.

I'm sorry. Some things are
better done in person.

Okay.

Good.

Yeah.

Now that Jenny's gone,

you need me to do the
shopping for you?

No.

No, I'm fine. That's okay.

Damn it.

Kate, it's all right.

No, it's not all right.

Gin.

What?

Why don't you add this one up?

I'll go get us some more tea.

Hello, Kate.

Luther, come here. He's on.

What do you think of your creation now?

All right. He's here.
Are we on it?

Well, then move,
let's move, guys.

- Keep him going. Keep it going.
- Do I know you?

Come on, come on, come on.

You can stop.

If you give yourself up.
I will help...

He's in Idaho. They're
getting it now. Okay.

I will keep getting closer.

Until I am face-to-face
with my creator.

Keep him going.

Damn you.

Damn it!

We lost him.

Can you patch the house-line into the
radio of the nearest police car?

Great. They are going to do it.

Okay.

Okay, you are patched in.

Deputy, this is
Luther Clay, FBI,

we just lost contact
with the suspect.

How far away are you?

I'm at the house now.

Luckily, we got the
trace through in time.

There's no sign of
anyone on the street.

Lights are on in the house.

Okay, I'm at the front door.

County Sheriff.

Oh, Jesus.

Deputy?

Deputy, he could still
be in the house.

Oh.

Come in.

Hi.

What's happening?

Well, first off, how you doing?

Hanging in there.

The...

The victim was bludgeoned
from behind again.

She is out of surgery
couple of hours.

She's still in a coma but the doctors
think that she's going to pull through.

I'd to make it a sequel, if
I'd just left it alone...

Don't do that to yourself.

What if my writing did
trigger all this?

Then he's right. I have these
women's blood on my hands.

John, we just got
a call from the hospital.

The victim still
shows vital signs,

but she's brain dead.

Don't. I...

I want to be alone right now.

Dwayne.

This book of yours is pretty damn scary.

What part are you at?

Right where he calls
the newspaper guy.

Oh, yeah.

Kate.

This time we got him.

Every law enforcement agency
in these 3 states

has been put on alert.

We have checkpoints on
all the interstates.

We doubled patrol on all
the secondary roads.

We're running a
computer simulation

to determine all
possible travel routes.

We've been working with the airlines
on a domestic tracking system.

We can link right
into their computer

and we can track any passenger
in a matter of seconds.

How does that work?

Well, you input the full name,

a begin and end date and then...

Hit Search.

This is my agent. She
should be in Los Angeles.

We've been inputting
names of all known offenders

not currently incarcerated,
their aliases,

people who've sent you fan mail,

anybody you've had contact within
the past five years.

Yeah.

Dwayne was just reading
the first Gargoyle.

It reminded me of something,
his obsession with publicity.

What if I do another interview,

with Adam Slade?

I make a direct
appeal to the killer,

plead with him to stop.

I'd be throwing the ball in his court.
He'd have to respond.

No, it will look like law
enforcement's not doing its job.

Like, we are not confident
that we can stop him.

Which could
cause a bigger panic.

Nothing else is working.

We might have to take that risk.

No.

It'll look like we're desperate.

There are three women
dead, one in a coma.

Not a single suspect.

We are desperate.

She was such a
sweet, caring woman.

I hope that writer person thinks long
and hard about what she's caused here.

Going somewhere?

Yeah.

Need to get some air.

Hi, this is Adam Slade.
You've reached my pager.

Punch in your number and I'll
return the call promptly.

Yeah, I'm still here.
Go ahead.

Hello? ADAM: Kate, it's Adam.

You're quick. At this point
I'd return your call

before the head of the networks.

Don't I feel special.

Listen, I want to
run an idea by you.

The FBI is not keen on this.

What'd you think about doing another
interview

for immediate broadcast?

I love it so far. Yeah?

I think we should do
something provocative,

something that will
draw him out...

Kate?

Kate... What is it?
Is something wrong?

John!

You're... You're
Kaitlin Sanders.

You created the Gargoyle.

Get on the ground, now!

Get down!

Face down on the ground.

Don't move! Cover him.

Don't move.

I wasn't going to hurt
anybody, I swear.

I swear.

All right.
Take him inside.

Come on.

So you willingly waive your right
to have an attorney present?

Look, man, I've been
out there all day.

I just wanted her
to sign my books!

Me and my friends were charter
members of the Gargoyle Fan Club.

He's our hero.

How did you find out
where she lives?

I hacked my way into the user
list of the online services.

The America net had all the
information on her right there.

It was easy.

"It was easy?"

You can find anything
you want on the Net.

Just got to know where to look.

Maybe we should have
him on the case.

See what you can
do to move her out of there.

That would be the hard part.

Well, if you'd like,
I'll talk to her.

Let me talk to her
first, thanks.

Okay.

I have a two-word response.

Now, hold on.

No, you hold on.

How could I be any safer
than I am right here?

We will move you to
another remote location.

You want me to go into hiding?

For how long?

Until he's caught? What
if he's never caught?

You keep moving me from one place
to another? I don't think so.

You're vulnerable here.

I'm vulnerable
anywhere, damn it.

At least here, I'm
in my own element.

I can defend myself here.

You may not have a choice.

You try moving me

and I will have my attorney go to
court to get a restraining order.

John, Kate.
He's coming online.

VOICE ON
COMPUTER: Hello, Kate.

More blood spilled.

This time closer to home.

Much closer.

Oh, my God.

Jenny.

No.

The killer's tactics have
taken a dramatic shift.

His latest victim is a
young college student

that Kate Sanders knew herself.

He's also crossed the
Washington state line,

which brings him within a few hundred
miles of the author's house.

University officials
have postponed classes

while the campus mourns the
loss of this young woman,

who was just beginning her first
semester of her college career.

Back to you, Sarah.

Every square foot is now covered
by a camera or a motion sensor.

No one comes on this property
without her knowing.

Now, if the perimeter
is breached,

all she got to do
is hit the switch

and the entire house goes
into a lockdown mode.

Every point of entry
is instantly secured.

You need a tank to get in here.

Kate?

Kate?

Kate!

When you didn't answer, I...

Everything okay?

Well, then I think
I'll take a walk.

I...

I wish there was
something I could do.

Find him,

find him and make him suffer.

Look, Kate, I...

I don't want your sympathy.

'Cause you're too strong or 'cause
you're afraid to depend on it?

She was a good friend.

She had her whole
life ahead of her.

Just go.

Go. I want all of you to go.

She blew a fuse.

Locked herself in.

Won't answer the
door or the phone.

You're wasting your time.

You know, in my job you get to be
a real student of human nature.

And I got to say, I think
you're one brave lady.

Yeah?

Maybe I'm just
good at faking it.

I don't think so.

But I do have one piece
of advice for you.

As a student of human nature?

Sometimes it's easier to ride the current
than it is to fight your way upstream.

You, too.

You want me to leave.

No. No. No, not that.

I think it's
great you're making a stand.

I'm talking on a
more personal level.

Maybe I should let Luther in
before he wears out those shoes.

God forbid, he has to buy
a new pair of wing tips.

I don't think there's a Brooks Brothers
within a hundred miles of here.

Gin.

The cards are marked, right?

Funny.

You work close with a guy,

you don't know anything
about his personal life,

and then one day, bam.

You get this big insight.

Here's a guy. Good
looking, smart,

great sense of humor,

no girlfriends.

And everywhere we go, women
are always hitting on him.

But it's like, they're
not even there.

So I figured, he's
just a workaholic.

But...

Now I know the truth.

Cut.

Excuse me.

Well, I'm going to go
and get some sleep.

Whatever you do, don't let her
talk you into playing gin.

See you, John. Night, Luther.

I...

I know I've been a royal
pain in the butt.

And you don't deserve that.

Let me...

Let me finish...

The truth is that seeing you again
has brought back a lot of memories.

And it's been painful.

Um...

They are for me, too.

We can't go back.

I don't want to go back.

I want to go forward.

And we can't until...

you tell me what
happened that night.

You know what happened. Oh,
I read the police report.

But I never heard it from you.
You never talked about it.

All communication just stopped.

I was in shock.

Well, what about now?

You're not in shock now.

Trust me, I'm not
gonna hurt you.

I...

I didn't know he'd
been stalking me.

He was watching me for days.
He knew my whole routine.

Somehow, he managed
to get inside.

And he was there,
waiting for me.

He grabbed me.

And I just ran.

I ran up the stairs. And...

Then, there was
nowhere else to go.

I had no choice and...

I jumped.

I was so scared.

I thought I was dead that night.

You made the right choice, Kate.

You survived.

Part of me survived.

All right.

You're a different person now

and you don't need anybody.

You built these walls.

So you shut everybody out.

It's not because
you're being brave,

it's because you are
afraid to let anybody in.

That's enough.

You've got to hear this. You got
to face what this is about.

Fear.

I have every right to be afraid.

I have every right
to be in fear.

You're hiding, Kate.

It's not from the outside world,

it's from yourself.

Get on with your life.

Let the people that
love you help you.

Let me help you.

I'm trying.

I... It's just... It's hard.

It's so hard.

And I didn't...

It's okay.

Mmm.

Never thought I'd
feel like that night.

What night?

The night we made
love under the stars.

Yeah.

It's Grady. Special
Agent in charge.

Sure looks in charge to me.

All right. Show's over.

Everybody, back
to your position.

Sorry, guys. Hold up.

It's okay? Mmm-hmm.

You sure? Mmm.

Yeah? They're gone? Yeah.

Okay.

Morning. Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

I...

I'm gonna go to the motel.

Morning.

Anyone for breakfast?
I'm famished.

So basically, we're no
closer than when we started.

Someone's closer.

A lot closer.

What are we missing?

Well, the only consistent pattern
is he picks single women

and he attacks them from behind.

Maybe we should be looking for
someone with a degree in Crim-Path.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Um...

If you need me to stay...

I'd love you to stay. But
I know you shouldn't.

Yeah.

I can't take your call now.

Leave a message and I'll
get back to you.

Hi, Kate, it's Adam.
Haven't heard back from you.

We never did get to
finish our conversation.

About the interview...

Hello?

There you are. Well,
how about it?

If you ask me, I think the FBI's
fighting a losing battle.

They're not going to
catch this guy before...

Before what?

It just seems like he's
too swift for them.

Look, I'm...
I'm only an hour away.

Um... Okay.

Yeah, let's do it.

Just you, though.

Just me.

All right.

Adam P. Slade.

Kate?

In here.

Hello, Adam.

Hello, Kate.

What's this?

It's a graphic showing
all the places you've flown,

and the cars you've rented
in the last two weeks.

You've really been on the go.

I've been chasing the story
all over the country.

Based on this data, looks like
the story's been chasing you.

This report shows that
you've been in every city

where the murders
were committed,

when the murders were committed.

That's what had us stumped.

How was he getting inside?

What was his disguise?

The guy on the news.

The handsome one reporting on the manhunt
of the diabolical serial killer.

Those women were probably flattered
to have you show up at their doors.

You knew how to reach
me by computer.

When you were stopped at the
airport or the checkpoints,

you just flashed your
press badge, right?

Well, you had to have your
computer to file your reports.

The thing I don't understand...

is why?

To get an exclusive
on a big story?

Tell me there's more
to it than that.

You've got the wrong guy, Kate.

I may be a lot of things
but I'm not a killer.

And that's all I am going to
say until I talk to my lawyer

because I know you'd never
be caught unprepared.

You're under arrest, Mr. Slade.

Now be a good fellow and put
your hands behind your back.

Yeah, I'm going to take
the next flight out.

All right. Bye.

Grady let us search Slade's
apartment in New York.

Apparently they found all kinds
of material on serial killers.

Clippings, photos, video tapes.

Man, this guy was
obsessed by them.

Hmm.

What's bothering you, Kate?

He doesn't fit the profile.

Serial killers don't murder
to advance their careers.

They murder because they
can't resist the impulse.

Yeah, but we don't know
enough about him yet.

We've only just begun
to scratch the surface.

Yeah.

Well, look who came
to say goodbye.

Hey, Dwayne. Hi.

All right.

I didn't want you to leave thinking
there was any hard feelings.

Well, you know, Sheriff,

I actually developed a real appreciation
of how you run things up here.

Maybe you can pass that on
when you get back to DC.

We can always use some more
government money out here.

Believe me, so could we.

You need a ride to the airport?

Well, if it's not
too much trouble.

No trouble at all.

Got to leave the FBI with
a good impression, huh?

Of course.

You know, I got to admit, I've always
had a low opinion of the Feds,

but Luther, you're all right.

You're
not so bad yourself, Dwayne.

That's just the most bizarre
thing I've ever heard.

How are things going
with your FBI agent?

He's not my FBI agent.

But, things are good.

Hey, why don't the two of you
come to New York for a visit?

I finally got that access ramp put
in the house.

It's very romantic here
in the fall, Kate.

Uh...

I'll give it some thought.

I better sign off now.

Bye, Gloria. Yeah.

Wheelchair access.

Hi, Kate.

You know, it's not really over.

Because we still have to go
through the trial and...

there's not a lot of hard
evidence linking him

to any of the crime scenes.

Well, Gargoyle always
covered his tracks.

That's the way you wrote him.

Good.

And...

The thing about Adam
Slade, I mean...

He had the perfect disguise.

I let him into my home.

Yeah, you're just lucky you
didn't turn your back on him.

Okay, come on. Let's see what you got.
Six more.

There you go.

Good.

Two. Yeah.

Three. Push it. That's good.

Four.

Five.

Yep, yep. Push it. Push it.

Good. Good job. Good work.

Good job. You did
that all on your own.

Good job.

Very, very good.

What?

Nothing.

Damn it.

I'm going to go fill this.

Hello, Kate.

I never wanted you to find out.

But now. It's all over.

BJ?

All right, Kate.

Kate.

Please, Kate. Kate.

Kate, it wasn't supposed
to be this way.

All I wanted was for
you to need me.

BJ, you're my friend.

No.

First I was a fan
like everyone else.

Then I heard about
your accident.

I thought...

I thought if I could train you,

teach you how to adapt, then
you could depend on me,

fall in love with me.

But you only saw me
as your trainer.

No matter what I did, I just
couldn't crack that shell of yours.

So I got desperate, Kate.

When I saw Adam Slade, I realized
he would be the perfect fall guy.

It was just a matter...

Drop the crumbs and
let them follow.

Kate, I had to do something that
would turn the world against you.

Something so emotionally
devastating,

it would force you
into needing me.

Kate, no, don't!

I did all this for you, Kate.

You will never
love me, will you?

He was under our
nose the whole time.

Kept his own plane at
the local airport.

Thanks, Dwayne.

Gargoyle's finally dead.

John, I don't want to
stay here tonight.

Can you take me somewhere?

Where?

Anywhere.

Take care, Kate.

Thanks, Dwayne.