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Saurian attack fighters
have broken through the front lines.

- We are in route to target...
- Evasive maneuvers!

Initiate attack vector
at coordinates Six J Alpha 12.

Affirmed.

They're coming in too fast! I can't...

Saurian target acquired.
Squadron X, move in!

Directly ahead, vector 1-1-3-8.

Direct hit! Defensive aura holding.

- It's on a collision course!
- Break formation!

Target reacquired.

- Senjo formation five.
- Senjo five.

Position locked. Nova, engage ion bridge.

Engaged.

Okay, boys and girls...

...let's remind this Saurian viper how
the Terran empire deals with invaders.

Fire!

Target locked!

We broke through the defensive aura.
Secondary engines severely damaged.

It's adrift. Stabilizers down.

Let's finish this.

Target primary atomic engine.

What?

Terran Squadron commander, stand down.
That ship is protected.

Unidentified vessel, do not interfere,
we are under orders.

I've just given you new orders.

And who are you to issue
orders to Squadron X?

Captain Saber Raine,
Terran special operations.

Captain Raine?

I must inform you, you are interfering with
extermination orders from the rear admiral.

And I'm telling you, Commander,
that order is wrong.

I will bring that ship and its captain in.

You will stand down!

Its engines are coming back on line!

It's breaking away, sir.

Sorry, sir, no can do.
Squadron X, Senjo formation two.

Senjo formation two.

Bad move.

I'm under fire! Evasive maneuvers!

Commander, your shields
have been disrupted.

Stand down!

You just fired on your own forces.

That is an act of treason!

Circe, open a channel.

The channel's open, sir.

Captain, this is a direct order. Disengage!

I can't obey that order, sir.

This is your last chance, Saber.

That's a negative, sir!

Then you leave me no choice.
Commander Squadron X...

...Terminate with extreme prejudice!

Affirmative. Squadron X, take him out!

Always gotta be the hard way.

The system's core
has reached maximum capacity.

- They can't get through his shields.
- Engine core levels at full power.

Plasma torpedo.

- Plasma torpedo away.
- Coordinates alpha six four seven.

Initiate attack vector.

- He's headed straight at us!
- I can see that, thank you, Orion.

- Open fire! All batteries!
- Focus firepower toward the engine.

All hands brace for impact.

We're venting tri-plasma,
dispatch repair crews.

- He's launched a fusion mine!
- Evacuate the ship!

All hands abandon ship!
I repeat, all hands abandon ship!

Damn you, Saber.

Sensors.

No heat signature at all.

Must be cold blooded.

Control, what is this thing?

Scanning, sir.

Unknown, sir, there is
no match in the database.

Switch to motion sensors.

- Captain Raine.
- Saber, and don't salute me.

I'm Commander Voss, I lead this operation.

This is Ryll, my arms master,
and reconnaissance specialist Fade.

We should get out of here.

- What were those things?
- And why didn't they emit life signs?

Mutates, and they didn't emit life signs
because they aren't alive.

They're corpses animated
by some kind of larvae...

...that feeds off the bodies of the dead.

Part of the reason no one
comes to this planet.

It's a consequence of what
happened here centuries ago.

About that, there's no
data available, no records.

Just a quarantine ordering all vessels
to stay clear of this sector.

And this planet isn't on any known chart.

It's a good thing you got
the coordinates I sent you.

I'll tell you what I know.

This world...

...was once called Goros Prime.

- Never heard of it.
- I have.

A planet of legend,
ruled by a ruthless overlord.

Stories I was told
it was merciless and sinister...

...but ruthless will work.

When they rediscovered
this planet, they quarantined it.

But some have ignored the quarantine.

They come here to conduct their...
business beyond prying eyes.

- People like you.
- People way worse than me.

Renegades, smugglers.

Your enormous bounty got me here.

But your transmission...

...neglected to give me the specifics
on what we're after exactly.

We could not transmit that information
for fear it would be intercepted.

I don't think anyone's listening.

Members of the Aresian
royal family were taken.

The prince and princess.

The king's only heirs.

They also took a single piece
of treasure from the king's vault.

Whoever abducted them, managed
to leave the planet undetected.

Tell me about the treasure.

A single jewel, a relic acquired centuries
ago on a xenoarcheological dig...

...on the planet Phobos.

Valuable?

Insignificant, an
information storage device.

He's more concerned with the treasure
than with the lives of our people.

I'm surprised your planet
only dispatched the three of you.

We alone were responsible
for their protection.

Our code of honor dictates
that we must find those responsible.

And kill them.

Discretely.

If the king dies before we
return with his children...

...we will be honor bound
to join him in the afterlife.

I have a...

...friend.

If it's happening on Goros,
he'll know about it.

I trust you are comfortable.

My comfort is irrelevant.
Where is my brother?

He has been enjoying my hospitality.

You will tell me what I want to know...

...and with that knowledge
I will conquer the universe.

I'll tell you a secret.

We may be royalty, but
we are still warriors.

Our father will not stop searching for us.

But he won't find you, no one will.

- Who are you?
- I am Sinjin!

But you, along with all living creatures...

...need only call me Master!

Warriors?

Pathetic!

- You got a problem?
- I don't trust you.

- You don't know me.
- Really?

Control, information on an individual
known as Saber Raine.

Saber Raine, origin...

...Earth 2762.

Decorated officer in the Cyber-Corps.

Given command of his own unit in 2784.

- That doesn't sound so bad.
- 2790.

Records indicate his entire team was lost
during the Saurian invasion on Mars.

Saber Raine was the sole survivor.

Subject was sent into deep cover
to gain intelligence on the Saurians.

Weeks into his mission
subject disappeared, believed dead.

But you didn't perish, did you?

Resurfaced in 2792...

...just as a massive Terran force
was assaulting the Saurian homeworld.

Subject sided with the enemy.
Labeled a traitor.

Thank you, Control.

Ryll, this is accomplishing nothing.

He's a mercenary.

Unworthy.

I don't need you to tell me about my past.

I lived it.

We're here now. You need my help,
and I need to know you got my back.

Or are your personal
feelings more important

than those lives you
swore to protect?

Your weapons, they fire projectiles
propelled by exploding gas.

Bullets, T-2 explosives. Saved your ass!

Primitive and inferior!

Can we stop trying to compare
the size of our guns...

...and go find your people.

It's just over that ridge.

Keep your red eye open,
we're in annelid territory.

- What's an annelid?
- You don't want to know!

After you.

Hold it right there.

Bad move.

On this planet, you always have backup.

Saber Raine.

In the flesh.

I'm surprised to see you...

...alive.

Hello.

What have we here?

Aresians.

Traveling in some elite circles, I see.

Yeah, we're old pals.

That's good, cause you
haven't got many 'round here.

We're looking for some friends.
I thought maybe you could help.

This a bounty?

'Cause if I gotta betray one
of my friends, it's gonna cost more.

Visitors. They're...

Brought against their will.

Slavers, maybe. There's been
an increase in traffic lately.

A Denarian you might remember.

Lorthos?

Known in this part of the galaxy
as the slave master.

Lorthos is a thug!

Preys on unarmed vessels
and isolated encampments.

- We're trying to find...
- Find other Aresians.

And we'd appreciate
any information you can provide.

Pretty. But you'll have to sweeten the pot.

Say...

...one power cylinder.

I've heard many tales in my line of work...

...and the stories
of the Aresian power cylinder...

...have always intrigued me.

Just stories.

Then I'm afraid I can't help you.

You better know something.

I think...

...your friends...

...are now my friends.

I don't know anything about any captives.

Always have backup.

But there has been a lot of activity
in the great ruins lately.

Ships seen flying in that direction.

Annelids being slaughtered in the
surrounding out lands by organized forces.

Why is that important?

There's a lot of strange creatures on
Goros. Different warring factions.

They all have one thing in common.
They all stay clear of the ruins.

Why?

'Cause anything that goes in there,
doesn't usually come out.

With a few exceptions.

I haven't actually been
to the ruins per se...

...but I've seen them from a distance.

It's the perfect place
to keep someone prisoner.

Then that's our destination.

It's not safe to travel at night.

You can stay here till morning.

I think we'll stick to the schedule.
Thanks, Jax.

I'm sorry about your...

...rock guy.

It's okay. I have more in the mines.

If you survive this...

...I expect intel.

It'll cost ya.

Let's go.

Take it easy, Jax.

She's gone.

Easy.

Name's Kor'ock, I'm a transport pilot.

Where are we? What planet?

What planet? Goros Prime.

What do you know of our captors?

Not much.

I was flying near the outland mires,
my ship lost power, crash landed.

Had four on board, only two survived.

Where are the other survivors?

I don't know, we were separated. And you?

Unclear.

My sister and I were on Ares...

...our homeworld.

And then we woke up here.

Prisoners.

You look strangely calm!

Universe has a plan for everyone, kid.

I'm just waiting to see
what it has planned for me.

The power cylinder,
it's a mana stone, isn't it?

And you're not concerned
with giving one to Jax?

A necessary action.

Our mission is paramount.

Besides, it's a very unstable substance.

Are you saying my friend
could blow himself up?

- Now let me ask you something.
- Alright.

Tell me why you betrayed your people.

- Excuse me?
- You seem like a man of honor.

So there must be a reason
why you assisted the Saurians.

One Saurian.

Crotalus.

I had to act or she would have died.

I couldn't have that on my conscience.

Crotalus gave me information that...

...let our forces penetrate
their defenses on Erobus Two.

She's the reason we won the war.

My government...

...didn't want the rest of the galaxy to
know that we couldn't do it on our own...

...so they wanted her silenced.

And you turned on your own to protect her.

Wrong is wrong, Fade.

She was a hero.

We've rested long enough.

Control, we're on the move.

Control? Respond.

We must've entered the mire.

Your power sources won't work here.

Guess my gas propelled projectiles
don't look so bad now, do they?

Just saying.

You knew this would happen?

This area is strange on tech.

That's why I gave you the coordinates I
did. Ship coming down here, it'd be bad.

But it's the only way to the ruins.

Our ships are prepared. Why must we wait?

So you find my hospitality...

...is inadequate?

I find my thirst for revenge unquenched.

The generator is nearly complete...

...but the power source remains unstable.

The equation must be precise.

He says, you should let
his hive interrogate the prisoners.

They will succeed where you have failed.

And if he were to perish?

No...

...by the time the generator
is operational...

...I will have what I need from him.

And your ships will have the power...

...to unleash my wrath...

...across the universe!

We are an alliance.

We do not serve you!

I have cleared a path through the mires...

...provided you with subjects to modify.

You boast of a once great empire.

So far I am unimpressed!

He is correct.

You may have initiated this alliance...

...but we have provided
all the raw materials...

...and the technology.

And the technology.

You have such little minds.

Each of your races have been defeated...

...by those you attempted to conquer.

What I offer...

...is beyond your comprehension.

An unbeliever.

A demonstration is required.

It is difficult to kill that
which does not truly live.

My construct is not powered by science.

It's powered by the mind.

Alive because...

...I will it into existence!

So you would kill me as
a show of your power?

No, killing you would be pointless.

Return to your vessels,
and continue your preparations.

Go! Go!

Commander Voss, please respond.

Scheduled check in time has elapsed.

Recovery protocol one initiating.

- Who are... who are you?
- We're the cavalry.

My legs, they're going numb.
I think it was some sort of toxin.

We did not need to engage
these creatures at close range.

You could've dispatched
them from a distance!

The noise would've brought more.
We're lucky this was a small band.

We need to move out.

Commander!

Father.

You must finish the mission.
Find the heirs!

We'll find them together.

No.

Fade, we have to go.

Fade.

Now.

We make our stand here.

Always gotta be the hard way.

Always have backup.

Caliope!

- I was strong.
- I know you were.

It's okay, he's a friend.

We have no friends here.

Alright. I'll leave you two alone.

I'm sorry, they're doing this
to you to get to me.

No matter what they do,
you cannot give them what they seek.

We will find a way out of here,
and get back home.

And we will return to this planet
with a vengeance.

Tyr...

...you were the only one Father entrusted
the secret to before his illness...

...you must get back home!
You must lead our people.

I can't let them put
their hands on you again.

I don't matter!

- You've always been so strong.
- We must fight to protect what is ours.

I know Father never said it,
but he is proud of you.

Your passion for xeno archeology...

...your drive to understanding
a greater universe.

A mind like yours cannot be lost.

You do matter.

I will give them what they want. In return
for your safe passage back to Ares.

- You will lead in my stead.
- Tyr, no.

I will give you the same honor
Father bestowed upon me.

The frequency that causes the mana stone
to release controlled energy.

This is madness, there must be another way.

Even if they have it, they would
have to acquire raw material...

...build a refinement facility.

It would take a great deal of time.

More than enough time for you to bring
back our forces, and eliminate the threat.

Either way, you would surely die.

Knowing that you'll live.
Caliope, please, as you said...

...we must protect what is ours.

You know.

That's a pretty good plan.

Just might work.

How do you know he would
honor your request?

We will have a code word...

...a word that you will give
to those that return you to safety.

Once that word has been
relayed back to me...

...I will reveal the information to Sinjin.

Good.

I'm sorry, my friend.

Now, look kid!

What I say now is for
my sister's ears only.

Recovery drones offline.

Easy.

You've been poisoned.

I've applied a remedy to the wound,
you must give it time to work.

Good morning.

I see you've met my friend.

This is Crotalus.

Have no fear.
I've dispatched their priestess.

They won't be returning any time soon.

My father?

I'm sorry.

He died as he lived.

With honor.

His body?

We must build a pyre.

I'm not certain that that's a wise choice.

I fail to see how igniting a blaze...

...will assist us in remaining
undetected in dangerous territory.

I hope you brought some more ammo.

It's always gotta be the hard way.

She stays here.

I will offer my terms.

Be wary, he's not to be trusted.

Yes, investigate.

Your sister's freedom...

...for the information I seek.

I will consider your offer.

But before I decide,
do you have any idea who I am?

One of the many would be
conquerors of the universe...

...who seeks to steal the secrets
of the mana stone.

The way your race has used technology...

...to unleash its power is impressive.

What do you know of the mana stone?

What do I know?

I know it did not originate on your planet.

I know it was stolen in
battle centuries ago!

And horded it to build your own empire.

And how do you know this?

Because I was there!

Your race originated here...

...on Goros.

Impossible! Our home is Ares...

Ares, is not your world.

Your ancestors took refuge there...

...after the greatest galactic war
the universe has ever seen.

You are children of Goros.

- I don't believe you.
- Yes, you do.

When your ancestors allied themselves
with my ancient enemy...

...the ensuing battle
decimated this planet.

Only through my power...

...I was able to protect
a small piece of Goros.

At the moment of my greatest glory...

- ...I was betrayed from within.
- You're mad.

I only want what's destined to be mine!

A grand story that has illuminated me.

Now I know I can never reveal what I know.

No matter the cost!

You don't have to.

Your secret is already mine.

Caliope?

No.

This is how it is supposed to be.

But our world.

Our family!

Don't you understand?

Sinjin is our family. Our oldest ancestor.

You can't believe
what this creature is telling you!

A history gem I discovered
in the vaults on Ares.

Proof of our lineage.

From the gem I learned
the location of this planet.

I discovered the remnants
of that ancient battle.

As if pulled by some unknown force...

...I was drawn to a hidden chamber.

Sinjin was still alive in Cryostasis.

I knew it was my destiny to revive him.

It's all a lie, Tyr.

Our history on Ares has been
manufactured to conceal our past.

A past where we turned on our own.

A past I will see corrected.

The generator has already been constructed.

A supply of refined mana stone provided.

Sinjin controls the power
of the mana stone with telepathy.

We manipulate it with technology.

Together, we will establish
a new power in the universe.

Now you have a choice to make.

- There is no choice.
- There's always a choice, brother.

I was hoping you'd understand.

Understand?

You had us brought here. Allied yourself
with an abomination from our past!

You tricked me into revealing
the resonance frequency...

- ...and you have a delusion of conquest?
- It's not a delusion if you can do it!

- This isn't like you!
- This is me!

In studying the universe,
there is one constant.

War. At any given moment, there are
dozens of planets engaged in battle.

Empires rise and fall.

And you believe such
chaos can be controlled?

Yes. The universe needs to be cleansed.

- Re-shaped.
- Now I understand.

You were the oldest, yet Father
chose to pass his mantel on to me.

He must've recognized what I did not.

You are unworthy!

Regardless of what happens to me,
Ares will stand against you!

Ares will not see this coming!

Soon I will return home...

...devastated by the loss of my brother.

Soon after Father will die,
and I will assume the throne.

Ares and Goros will reunite
and history will once again be rewritten.

You are demented, sister!

No, no, my friend.

She is a woman about to become a goddess.

And you will live to see my ascension.

I'm Fade. I didn't get
a chance to thank you.

You saved us all.

It wasn't too difficult.
I have some experience with toxins.

I apologize for Fade's emotional outburst.

What?

No, not at all, she... she lost her father.

And I lost a brother.

I had no idea.

All Aresian families serve together.

It assures the highest level of loyalty.

You were tracking us?

Following, at Saber's request.

He has rather a large bounty on him
that many find hard to resist.

He's very careful.

So...

...you and Saber?

No, no. He's attractive on the inside.

But we're incompatible.

There.

The ruins.

My weapon's power has been restored.

Control?

It's active but there's no signal.

Yeah, we must be in they eye of the mire.

Something tells me we're about to walk
into something much more dangerous.

Oh, hell no.

Hey, guys, can we talk about this?

Did you get a look at those things?

Organized. Soldiers.

They're protecting something. A good sign.

If you say so. Let's introduce ourselves!

The generator is fully operational.

Our ships are being connected as we speak.

In a matter of hours your ships
will know the power of Aresian...

...of Gorosian technology.

What is it?

What is wrong?

We have visitors.

Who? Where?

Nearby.

As for who, crimson eyes.

I think they are your brethren.

How many?

I saw three before my Skelion
guards were dispatched.

Caveliers most likely.

Only three?

Caveliers are very resourceful.
Likely to have a battle cruiser.

Heavily armored and powered
by mana stone technology.

We lack sufficient forces.

If they find us, others will follow.

Take a few Quintari pilots,
patrol the skies...

...while the remaining ships
stay connected to the generator.

But what of the mire?

The mire is a defense field of my creation.

It can be deactivated.

We will intercept them on the ground.

They cannot leave here alive!

Some type of central control system
linked directly to the recipient's brain.

Barbaric.

Was it actually alive?

At some point it was.

And based on its organic state,
it wasn't that long ago.

But now it's just a mindless thrall.

If that's the case, then someone
or something was controlling it.

Which means it's likely
we have been detected.

So much for the element of surprise.

Say it.

Say what?

It's always gotta be the hard way.

Now we can proceed.

Don't touch me!

Why, you!

What did they do to you?

I think I know what happened
to the rest of my crew.

It's synthetic, but I can feel it.

We have to get out of here.

Yeah, about that, I brought you a present.

Can you travel?

I'd like to, but I don't think so.

- You have to save your sister.
- I'm not sure that's possible.

I'm sorry, my friend.

We are airborne and remain
on the perimeter, awaiting your command.

The mire is down.

Drone communication re-established.

Recovery protocols re-engaged.

Commander Voss, offline.

Lieutenant Ryll, please respond.

Repeat. Lieutenant Ryll, report.

Hold on.

Control.

Affirmative, sir. What is your situation?

Commander Voss is dead.

Understood, Commander.

Recovery drones en route. ETA 10.

Very good.

Bring them in low.
We're approaching target area...

...and drones will only serve
to alert them to our position.

Understood. Flying in low.

They may already know our position.

Approaching from directly ahead.

Where's Saber?

Perhaps we should follow his lead.

We move forward.

- Princess!
- Release her!

I am not a prisoner, Ryll.

These are friends.

I'm here on a secret mission.

A mission you can now assist me with.

Something's not right, Princess.

Those who stand beside you
are friends to no one.

Where is Prince Tyr?

The prince is dead.

And you have sworn loyalty to the crown.

To me.

I'm ordering you to put your weapons
on the ground and stand down.

- What are you doing?
- They're doing their duty.

What have we here?

A Saurian.

It seems I'm not the only one
traveling with unlikely allies.

Please do not interfere.

Your voice is kind...

...but your intentions remain unclear.

Let me spell it out for you.

I see.

We have been searching for you.

The king is very ill.

You must return to Ares
with us immediately.

Your dedication to your
post is admirable...

...but no longer necessary.

I will return to Ares soon enough.

But first we must honor my brother...

...with a funeral pyre.

I am far from dead!

- Well, that was unexpected.
- You said he was dead!

He is! He just doesn't know it yet!

After him!

I hate bugs!

Raine!

Lorthos! You're still
on the wrong side, I see!

That's Lorthos?

From your stories I expected more.

You'll make a nice pair of boots!

This is pointless. Kill them all!

- Make it hurt!
- With pleasure.

Split up! Draw their fire!

- Control, are you getting this?
- Affirmative. Powering up.

Crotalus.

- Cover me.
- What?

Cover me!

It's an honor to fight beside you.

What's that?

Incoming!

Control, we could use those drones!

Enemy targeted, engaging boosters.

Control, destroy all hostile targets.

We're in pursuit of the heirs.

Affirmative.

Drop it.

Who exactly are you?

Saber Raine.

A mercenary.

I prefer adventurer.

Well, you've stumbled into quite
the adventure this time.

Always seems to happen that way.

Turn around.

You really don't understand
what's happening here.

I... I think I do.

You teamed up with some bad guys...

...tried to kill your brother.

Some sort of plan for world
domination, blah blah blah.

My job was to find you. I'll let you
sort the rest out with your people.

- So you're for hire?
- Yup.

Damn, I guess that does
make me a mercenary?

But if you're thinking of making some
sort of counter offer, don't even bother.

A man of principles.

That's right.

This changes everything.

I am now open for negotiations.

My prices are extremely reasonable.

Kneel.

You need me to...

...profess my undying loyalty,
I can do that. I can do that.

Now, I never, ever wanted to hit a woman...

...let alone a princess but...

...you did just try to cut my head off,
and on our first date.

Your attempt at humor is simply
an effort to conceal your inadequacies...

...as a man.

You know what?

I'm going to have no problem doing this.

Perhaps your arrogance isn't a ploy.
You are quite skilled.

You have no idea.

Do it!

I said do it!

Better late than never.

Unknown flyers.
Engage in air to air protocols.

Farewell, hero!

- Can your weapons take that ship out?
- Possibly.

- Maximum power.
- Let's go.

And now you die!

Here we go.

I have gotta get me one of those.

We didn't fire.

Enemy vessel destroyed.

Always have backup.

Control, prepare for boarding.

Belay that order!

There is a danger here far more
important than Caliope's treachery.

Do we have any other vessel
to take us off this planet?

Got my ship. The Gladiator.

Then the trident has an important mission.

Awaiting orders.

He never goes anywhere without his guns.

What is happening?

My instincts tell me
we must leave this place.

They are nothing! We have the power.

If there's one thing
my long sleep has taught me.

Winning is about survival.

I was trapped on this planet once.
Never again!

Should we alert our allies?
Tell them to evacuate.

I've routed all power to another task.

Their fate is their own.

Energy cloak engaged.

Nearing target area.

Control, is the frequency I gave you set?

Affirmative. Deviant frequency
online and sonic projector charged.

Are you at a safe range?

Please confirm you are at a safe range.

It doesn't matter, complete your mission.

Affirmative.

It may not be her.

It is.

I can feel it.

That is disturbing news.

If the threat is as dire as you suggest...

...you will have the full support
of the Star Sentinels.

Thank you, Kandra Syn. I believe he
will remain outside populated areas.

Perhaps as far as rogue space.

Our scout ships will
patrol the outer reach.

If he is found, he must be dealt with.

Aren't we overreacting?

Since when has earth had a problem with
shooting first and asking questions later?

Please, Ambassador Steele,
we must all be united in this effort.

We have to be proactive, not reactive.

Do my ears deceive me?

The Aresian empire...

...the lunar council of the Ghost Nebula...

...even the sentinel sisters.

You are all actually afraid.

It's not fear that guides our hand.

It's wisdom.

There's always going to be
destructive forces in the universe...

...that need to be opposed.

It is extreme...

...to invoke a call to
arms for just one man.

Ambassador. Sinjin is far more
than a mere man.

Our race was part of that war, so long ago.

We know first hand of his malevolence.

Should there even be a chance he lives...

...we must be prepared.

Which is why I think
developing a military task force...

...that is not only capable
of protecting our worlds...

...but also those that cannot
protect themselves is necessary.

Do I have your support?

I will get word to my
sisters in all sectors.

We are at your disposal.

I would like a word in private.

Very well.

- Prince Tyr.
- It's King Tyr now.

As you are well aware,
my father died days after my return.

Saber Raine.

We would like him to be returned.

No, Ambassador. Captain Raine
is the leader of my new vanguard.

And as such, he is considered
to be a citizen of Ares.

This will not go over well with my people.

And to think that he still
travels with a Saurian...

Is not your concern!

We have a real threat looming over us.

And they have proven themselves worthy.

We all have pasts, Ambassador,
some darker than others.

I suggest you stay focused
on the darkness ahead.

Very well, King Tyr.

I will confer with the earth confederation.

And my condolences on the passing
of your father to the next phase.

You handled that well, kid.

I need their help, but I cannot tell them
what I learned about our dark origin.

I know. Your people have risen
from the ashes of the past.

Been reborn. You will
lead them to greatness.

With men like you and Saber by my side,
we can build a brighter future.

- We can.
- I trust all is prepared?

- Yes.
- Find her.

You clean up nice.

You look amazing.

What is it?

It's been a long time
since I've seen a real city.

Walked among people
without feeling like a target.

Well...

...you're safe with me here.

Just saying.

Like we didn't see that one coming.

Status of the ship?

Aresian power core installed.

Ion engine capacity improved by 300%.

Weapons upgraded.

Excellent.

I have something for you.

A gift, from the king,
on my recommendation.

Now this is something I can use.

So, what's next, Captain?

Simple.

We save the universe.

What are they?

A long forgotten army.

My army.

To control them...

...you will learn to manipulate
the mana stone, as I have.

- Will I...
- Yes.

You'll go through a transformation.

But what you lose in beauty...

...you will gain in unbridled power.

Teach me.

Hey, let me get those.

It's okay.

No, it's cool, I got it.

Thanks.

Yeah, thank you.

So, you girls
at the University?

Yeah.

Most of the people in here are.

You're kinda outta the
usual age range, no?

Yeah, well,
I'm not a student.

You don't say?

I did go to university,

in Washington, in the late '60s.

Washington? What are
you doing out here?

Traveling.

So, you girls in a sorority?

Yeah.

Which one?

Why do you wanna know?

Just making conversation.

We're in Chi Omega.

Nice.

Listen, we were
just heading home.

We were?

It was nice to meet you.

You girls won't stick around?

I'm buying.

No, that's fine.

Thanks again.

Margaret?

Lisa?

So, what have we got?

Female.

I'd say she's about 16 or 17.

Christ.

Ligature marks
around the throat,

no defensive wounds
on the hands,

maybe she was taken by surprise.

Perhaps approached from behind.

She's been in the
water for a while.

Hey.

Hey, honey.

Tough day?

You could say that.

Deb home?

Yeah, she's upstairs.

Tell her dinner will
be ready in half hour.

Yeah?

Hey, Dad.

Hey, how was school today?

You know, the usual.

A main course of
government propaganda

with a side of condescension.

You don't say things like
that to your teachers, do you?

No.

I toe the line like a good girl.

Thank you.

You okay, Dad?

Um, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Your mother said dinner
will be ready in half hour.

Cool, thanks.

That's nice.

It's so good.

Water?

Did you make this

from the box again?

-How did you know?
-'Cause it's really good.

Cheeky.

And it's better than
your other one.

-Don't be so cheeky.
-Better than my other one?

I don't know.

So...

What's happened today?

Well, you've got a funny
story about Mrs. Appleby,

don't you?

I think she stole the
other neighbor's baby.

What?

Yeah, 'cause I heard crying
coming from her house.

Maybe it was her granddaughter.

Hello?

It's Tom, sorry
to bother you at home,

but you need to hear this.

What is it?

We found three more.

Three more?

Bodies.

In the Green River.

The ligature marks to the neck

are consistent with an
approach from behind.

All the victims share
the same features,

the ligature marks,

no defensive wounds
to the hands or arms,

all had recently had sex.

Both the missing women
worked as prostitutes.

They were last seen at the
SeaTac strip, near the airport.

Looks like we have a
serial killer on our hands.

This isn't random opportunism.

If all the victims share
the same profession,

the killer's
cruising prostitutes.

These women came
with him willingly.

He may well be a regular
down on the strip.

Considering the lack
of defensive marks

and recent sexual activity,

the women could've been
killed post-coitus,

or even mid-coitus.

Clear signs of
sexual motivation.

We've had calls from the press.

This is gonna be big news.

You wanna handle the briefing?

Sure.

Have you
put any surveillance

on the SeaTac strip?

No, not at this stage.

How many officers have you
put onto the task force?

Um, that number I cannot
tell you right now.

We'll get back to you on that.

How much is this
going to cost the taxpayer?

I can't answer that.

Next.

Is there any truth to the rumor

that the police are not
taking this seriously

because it involves prostitutes?

No, there
is no truth in that.

Anyone else?

Well, do you have any suspects?

No, no, no.

Are we done?

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Detective Richards?

Yes.

I'm Bob Keller,

I work with the FBI
Behavioral Science Unit.

Come in.

So, what brings
you to Green River?

I saw the press conference.

I thought maybe I could help.

You gonna help me improve
my public relations skills?

You know what we do at the
Behavioral Science Unit,

Detective Richards?

I'm vaguely familiar.

Call me David.

Okay, David.

We develop and provide
programs of training,

research, and consultation

in the behavioral
and social sciences

for the FBI and law
enforcement community.

If you don't catch
this killer quick,

dealing with the press
isn't gonna get any easier.

Well, I've set up a task force,

led by myself and
Detective Tom Johnson.

We've had confirmation
all of the victims

frequented an area
known for prostitution.

It's likely the killer is
a regular visitor there,

so we're staking it out, as
well as the Green River itself.

But it may make it easier to
identify the killer's habits

if we formed a
psychological profile.

And that's something
I can help you with.

Sure.

Have you ever had
any direct experience

with a serial killer,

beyond just consulting
on the case files?

I have.

Back in '74, I was a rookie
detective in King County.

Two girls disappeared from
Lake Sammamish State Park

and several of us were assigned

to assist the Issaquah Police.

I became part of a task force.

We identified Ted Bundy

as the main suspect
in the murders.

You came face to face with him?

Yeah,

I sat in on one of
his first interviews

after he was arrested.

What was he like?

On the surface, very
articulate, always polite.

In many ways, he reminded
me of a politician.

Smart appearance

and he knew how to dance
around the tough questions

and divert the conversation
towards his own agenda.

But you saw through it?

I realized I had a nose
for this kind of thing.

I knew the moment he sat
down in that interview room,

he was wearing a mask of sanity.

I saw the truth
behind those eyes.

He's on death row now, right?

Yeah.

Actually, I've interviewed him
several times

since he was convicted.

There are lots of murders
he hasn't confessed to

and bodies which
we never recovered.

I think he will only
give up the information

if he can get
something out of it,

like a reprieve from execution.

Ironically, for a man who dealt
out so much death to others,

he fears dying.

So, what are your
thoughts on this one, Bob?

Can you help us build a profile?

I'd say so.

Obviously, the first
determination

is that these murders

were very likely the
work of one person.

The same modus operandi
was employed in each death,

and body clusters often suggest

that one individual
is responsible.

He has familiarity
with the Green River

and surrounding area.

This suggests a local man.

He was likely raised in a
family with marital discord

and physically and
emotionally abused.

Possibly even strict religious
or puritanical morals

imposed by one or both parents.

I'd say he's currently between
his mid-20s and mid-30s.

Given that all
the victims so far

have worked in prostitution,

we can assume that the killer

has frequented the red light
district for sexual encounters

which didn't always
end in murder.

However, there will
likely be self-loathing

as a result of these encounters,

and it may trigger his
deep-seated hatred of women.

Murderers who strangle often
speak of an intimate connection

they feel with the
victim as they die.

It's twisted to you and I,

but this man may feel
at his most alive

when he's causing death.

That's why I know
he'll strike again.

Every day, he deals with
the scars of childhood,

poor relationships, and a
generally unremarkable life.

That buzz he gets from killing,

he'll seek it out at every
opportunity available to him.

Strangulation,
same as the others.

How old is she?

I'd say she's in her 30s.

They've all varied in age.

It's clear that isn't a
factor when selecting victims.

I bet this one
works the strip too.

She's been posed
very deliberately.

There's fish and a wine
bottle entwined with her body.

They weren't placed by accident.

He didn't do that with
any of the other victims.

Could be some kind
of religious motive?

That ties in with the
strict religious parents

you mentioned in
the briefing, Bob.

Could be,

could also be game-playing.

How do you mean?

He watches the news
like everybody else,

he could be sending us a message

or having a personal
joke on our expense.

She was stripped
naked like the others,

but they found her dress

just a few yards
down the riverbank.

We bagged it and took it in.

No sign of any
other items so far.

Is he getting sloppy?

Maybe.

Or, like I said,
he's taunting us.

Catch me if you
can, so to speak.

Do you
have any suspects?

Out of the way, please.

Have you
made any arrests?

No comment.

Nothing to say at this stage.

How many
more are gonna die?

Out of the way, please.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

In Seattle,
another grim discovery today

that could be connected to the
string of Green River murders

that have shaken
that West Coast city.

Explorer scouts today
found a fourth skull

off in a wooded
area outside of town

where three other skeletons
were discovered this weekend.

Most of the victims have
been young prostitutes.

So, Sandra, how did
you and Dave meet?

We actually went to
the same high school,

but we didn't really meet there.

I used to see her in the
stands at the football games.

I found it quite distracting,

pretty sure I missed a few
catches because of her.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, um, I worked after
school at the local library,

my mom worked there for
years, so she got me a job.

It was just around the
corner from my house,

so I'd go in every day after
school,

check out some books.

I'd find pretty much any
excuse to talk to her.

About...after two months,

Dave had this huge
stack of overdue books.

I liked talking to him, so
I didn't wanna remind him,

and, um, then he
realized on his own

and brought in this
big stack of books.

And I told him I would
get rid of the fees

if he took me out to
dinner, which he did,

and here we are.

What a great story.

Are you married, Bob?

I was...

to Kathleen.

She died a year ago, cancer.

God, I'm so sorry.

Hey, Deb?

What was that about?

I don't know.

Do you want me to
go talk to her?

No,

no,

I'll go.

Excuse me.

What?

You okay?

Not really.

Have I done something wrong?

I'm sorry, it's just, I
was at a party earlier,

some guys started saying things.

About what?

You.

What did they say?

They said everyone in town

knows you're
messing up the case.

Some of them said
that their parents

watch you on the news
and call you names.

What kinda names?

They say you
don't have any balls,

and that you're too weak
to catch the killer.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

I know it's not your fault,

I'm sorry for getting
mad, it's just--

You have every
right to be annoyed.

It's my job, you
didn't ask for this.

It's not just your job
though, is it, Dad?

What do you mean?

It's your life.

You and your mother are my life.

But we have to share you

with all of the criminals in
this little part of the world.

They get more of
your time than we do.

I'm sorry, Deb, I'll try to
make more time for us.

Okay.

Okay.

He's been
called the Green River Killer

ever since the first
bodies, five of them,

were pulled from this river.

You know, this issue with the
press isn't gonna go away.

I didn't have any
new information,

there was no point
talking to them.

But we did get
something new today.

Nothing to leak
to the press yet,

but it could change how
you deal with the media.

The posing of the body
with the wine and the fish?

Yeah.

That wasn't part of
his modus operandi

with previous victims.

That was his way of
engaging with us,

or, more to the point, you.

It's like he's saying, "This
is my banquet, Detective."

You really think he sat at
home watching the news reports?

Of course.

Narcissism is one of the
symptoms of psychopathy,

that's the dichotomy.

Damaged self-esteem
on the one hand,

but also a grandiose sense of
self-importance on the other.

In the killer's head,

this murder spree may
be the ultimate game.

Now you're his main opponent.

Sun Tzu, the Chinese general
who wrote "The Art of War",

he said, "If you're
far from your enemy,

"make him believe you're near."

Just something to keep in mind.

As you know, we've
discovered another body.

I won't be taking
any questions today,

I just came to say one thing.

I wanna talk directly
to the killer.

I know you're out there,

watching this,

I don't need profilers
and psychiatrists

to tell me you're a
sick son of a bitch.

You're not even a man,

I doubt you have the
equipment for it.

You're a demented pervert

who doesn't deserve to
breathe the same air

as the people you have
so callously murdered.

You are gutless, pathetic,

and when your luck runs out,

and make no mistake, it will,

I'll be right there
to take you down,

you got that, you
piece of?

That's a promise from me to you.

Thank you.

Hey, slugger.

How was school today?

Good.

He made you this.

...Began in
the summer of 1982,

and since then, an
army of detectives

and a multimillion-dollar
computer system

have been unable to
track the killer.

Thank you.

It is a familiar routine,

for the Green River Task
Force sifting through

any remaining
evidence on the site

where someone had stumbled
across human remains.

Your office forwarded this.

You haven't been demoted
to mailman already,

have you, Tom?

If we don't
catch this prick soon,

maybe I will be.

My god.

Dearest Bob.

It has been the better
part of two years

since we've corresponded,

and I must admit,
I've missed it.

I've followed,
with great interest,

the case of "The Riverman",
and see from the news reports

that you are advising
the task force.

I recently saw a press
conference

with Detective Richards.

Not the usual police
officer, is he?

He seems to be taking
it quite personally.

As you know,

I have some experience in The
Riverman's field of expertise.

I believe I can help you.

If you have the
time to visit me,

along with Detective
Richards, please do.

Time for me is running out,

I would like to make
use of what remains.

Kind regards, your old
friend, Theodore Bundy.

David, your thoughts?

Well, the key question is,

could he actually help
the investigation,

or would he be leading
us on some circle jerk

for his own amusement?

He has an agenda,
he always does.

What's his agenda
here? To buy time?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Like he says in his letter,
time is running out for him.

He'll do everything he can

to court favor with
the authorities

and get a reprieve
from execution.

What's it like coming face to
face with someone like that?

Maybe you need to
find out for yourself.

At some point,

you're gonna be face to face
with the Green River Killer.

After you meet Ted Bundy,

evil will no longer
be a mystery to you.

What?

Two days talking to
a madman in Florida?

Don't you have enough
to deal with right now?

It might be a complete
waste of time,

or it could help with the
investigation, who knows,

but we have no suspects yet,

I have to try everything I can.

I just worry about
you, that's all.

It'll be fine.

Come here.

Where are you going?

I've got a few errands to run.

Well, you know you're
looking after Adam tonight.

How come?

I've got a dinner with
Amy and the girls.

It's her birthday, I told
you about this weeks ago.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

I've got something
important to do.

It's been playing
on my mind all week,

I need to take
care of it tonight.

Come on, Gary, I
had my plans first.

If you have to leave the house,

can't you take Adam with you?

I guess so.

Thank you.

I'll be home around 11.

Alright.

Dad, where are we going?

I gotta pick up a friend of
mine, drop her off somewhere.

Hello, Bob.

Ted.

Long time no see.

It's been a while.

And this must be the
famous Detective Richards.

As always, Ted, we'll
be recording this.

Of course.

It's the 2nd of September,
approximately 9:30 p.m.,

at Florida State Prison.

This is a tape-recorded
interview with Bob Keller,

David Richards, and Ted Bundy.

So, Ted, would
you like to begin?

Well, this is just

sort of a spontaneous
dialogue we're having here.

I'm not approaching it
in any organized fashion.

I don't even know if I can
be of any real assistance.

You're the detectives after all.

We'd value any
insights you may have.

Well, did you bring a
copy of the case file?

Um, I'm not sure it would
be ethical to give you--

It's fine.

The Riverman enjoys easy prey.

The victims?

Yes.

Prostitutes are low risk.

Not many people would miss them.

Who would you consider
to be high-risk prey?

Well, people who
work normal jobs,

have families, social circles,

people who are noticed.

You know,

with all the slasher movies
being made at the moment,

you should stake out the car
parks of the movie theaters.

I am sure you'd find many
serial killers of the future,

people who go to those films
to fuel their fantasies.

When I was a kid, I just
had the detective magazines.

I don't think staking out

thousands of movie
theaters is practical,

given the limited
numbers of police

we can assign to the case.

Perhaps not.

But you could stake
out his old dump sites.

You mean where he
left the bodies?

Yes.

He'll return to them.

He's going back to
check out the scene

and see the
condition of the body

after it's been
there for a while,

for, well, whatever kick
he might get out of that.

Necrophilia?

Look, what he's
doing is not normal,

so you can't apply
normal standards to it.

He might just drive by, see if
the scene is being disturbed,

if the body has been discovered.

Well, if it hasn't,

well, he might wanna
take it all in again.

Would he go back to a site
after we've discovered it?

No.

At that point, he wouldn't
touch it with a 10-mile pole.

Why do you think
guys like him kill?

Well, there's a certain
aspect of possessiveness

in serial killing.

I think that's one
way of describing it,

well, in rather bland terms,

but a possessiveness
where the corpse

might easily be as important
as the live victim,

in some respects.

What I mean is,
a possessiveness,

an ownership, a
taking, if you will,

and that's part of the syndrome.

And I think that's one
of the reasons why,

in some cases, not
all, certainly,

but he might be intending
to return to the scene,

interact with the
body in some way.

According to the time of death,

all these murders
happened on a weekday.

What does that tell you?

Well, he obviously prefers
to troll on a weekday.

He might have other
commitments of the weekend,

people he's close to, perhaps.

You think he has family?

Possibly.

What'd you mean by "troll"?

Well, it's what he does.

Watching,

waiting,

selecting.

He knows his hunting ground.

Hey, Julie.

Hey.

This is my son.

You remember, I showed you
a picture of him before.

Sure, yeah.

So, what's the deal here?

You want the kid to watch?

'Cause I'm in to that.

No.

I didn't plan on
bringing him along,

but his mother had to go out.

I figured we'd go to the woods

and he could wait in the car.

I'll be quick.

Sure, I remember.

Get in.

He targets his prey.

He plans what he wants
to do in his mind,

down to the smallest detail.

By the time he closes in,

it's almost like it's
already happened.

Okay,

this is far enough.

You got the money?

So, how do you wanna do this?

That tree over
there, bend over it.

He's played it out in
his mind so many times.

But when the time is right,

and he swoops on his chosen one,

well, then it's like
the spider and the fly.

Fantasy finally becomes reality.

And speaking of fantasy,

well, that's what normality is.

What's normal for the spider,

well, it can seem
like chaos to the fly.

Did she get home okay?

Yeah.

Can you go there, Detective?

Where?

Inside his mind,
think like he thinks.

I'm not sure I can.

You can.

We all have that coldblooded,
primal instinct within us.

Whether you wanna
touch upon your own is...

well, that's another story.

Hello?

Dave, it's Tom.

What is it?

We've found another body.

Shit.

I thought we had our guys
staking out the Green River?

We didn't find it there,

this one was found in a
woodland near Long Avenue.

Definitely him though, same M.O.

You tell the press yet?

No.

I've only just ordered the
forensics team down there.

Call it off.

-What do you mean?
-Tell the team to back off,

leave the site just
as it was found.

Don't tell the press,

don't tell anyone
in the department

who doesn't already know.

Leave the body exactly
where it was found, Tom.

Why?

Bundy said the
killer will return

to where he dumped the bodies.

If you leave this body there

and he doesn't see
anything on the news,

he might think it's not
been discovered yet.

Then he'll go back.

That's when we'll be
staking out those woods.

Okay, I'll go
myself with Kavanagh.

No, no, I'll go with you,

I'm heading to the
airport right now.

I'll be back in a
few hours, yeah?

Got it.

Bye.

Flying solo today, Bob?

Detective Richards had to
travel back to the Green River.

Have they found another body?

Well, I hope the information
I gave yesterday was helpful.

It was.

And since you're
in a helpful mood,

I thought today we could
discuss a different subject.

What's that?

You know, Ted,

there are still five cases
we're concerned about,

missing girls,
Washington and Utah.

Okay.

Well, maybe we can
talk about that.

I guess it depends.

On what?

Did you speak to the
attorney general?

I spoke to him last night.

I told him you'd been
receptive to our questioning.

But truth be told, Ted,

he knows there are a lot
of families out there

that need closure.

But before we get down to that,

has the attorney general
discussed in firm terms

what the outcome of these
conversations could be for me?

He said any information
you can provide

which can give the
families closure

will be given the
greatest consideration

when discussions take place

about the implementation
of the death penalty.

Okay.

Good.

Well, I'm sure you know, Bob,

it all began in
Washington state.

That's where I was living,

where I grew up as a
kid and a young man,

where those kinds of impulses

which ultimately led to the
violent behavior were born.

Yeah.

This is where I'm
a little, um...

The presence of the
officer down here,

well, it's a little unnerving.

Some of this stuff I don't
mind talking about because,

well, he wouldn't know
it from Adam, but,

well, I can write it down,

or whisper it to you, whatever.

Okay.

Can you hear that?

Yeah, I can hear it.

I just wrote down the
name Joanne Dawkins.

So...

the Dawkins girl's
head was severed

and taken up the road
about 25-50 yards

and then buried in a location

about 10 yards west of the road

on a rocky hillside
in Washington.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Lord knows what the little
creatures up there did to it,

what those animals
would have done.

Well, I can draw you a map
to where you can find it,

if you like.

Thank you, that
would be helpful.

But first, how did
you encounter her?

I was making my
way up an alleyway,

with my briefcase,
using crutches,

and a young woman
was walking down.

I saw her walk around the
north end of the block

and into the alleyway.

She stopped for a moment

and then kept on
walking down toward me.

About halfway,

I encountered her

and asked if she'd help
carry my briefcase,

which she did,

and we went back
up the alleyway.

Across the street,
we turned right,

on the sidewalk outside the
old fraternity house there.

We rounded the
corner on the left

and headed north on 47.

About halfway up the block,

there used to be
this old parking lot,

which they'd made out of the
burned-out buildings there.

So what happened when
you rounded the corner?

We went into
the parking lot.

When we reached my car,

I knocked her unconscious
with a crowbar.

Where'd you have that stashed?

Hidden behind the
rear wheel of the car.

Did she see it?

No.

There were some handcuffs
along with the crowbar.

I handcuffed her, put her in
the passenger side of the car,

and drove away.

Dave.

Over there.

Wait.

Wait.

Let's go.

Don't fucking move!

Put the fucking gun down now!

Now put your hands on
your head and back away!

Freeze!

Society wants to
believe it can identify

bad or harmful individuals,

but it's not practical.

The truth is, people who
indulge in this sort of thing,

well, they look just
like everyone else.

Their subconscious might
be a raging inferno,

but you'd never tell,
they blend in so well.

This is what it
comes down to, Bob,

we serial killers,

we're your sons,

your husbands,

we're everywhere,

and there will be more of
your children dead tomorrow.

All of
us on this earth

know that there
is a time to live

and that there is a time to die,

yet death is always a
shock to those left behind.

Jesus, Dad, you scared me.

I didn't realize
anyone else was up.

Sorry.

Struggling to sleep?

Yeah.

I have a big test
at school tomorrow,

and no matter how
hard I hit the books,

I just, I don't feel prepared.

You'll do great, you always do.

Hey, take a seat,

watch some TV.

The funeral over,

the saddened group
left the graveside.

Deb, you know I
love you, don't you?

Sure, Dad, I
know, I love you too.

I'm very proud of you,
you know that, right?

You got some
whiskey in that cup?

No, it's just tea.

Then what's with all
the declarations?

I just want you to know
how much you mean to me,

that's all.

You're sweet, Dad.

But I better get back to bed,

see if I can get some sleep.

Okay, sweetheart.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Where were you on June 17th?

I had to take my
truck to the shop.

Have you ever cruised
the SeaTac strip?

I'm, I'm not familiar
with that place.

His name is Gary
Ridgway.

He was picked up for
attempting to solicit

an undercover police officer
posing as a prostitute in May.

Tom got a hunch
and ran his record.

He was accused of choking
a prostitute in 1980,

near the SeaTac strip.

At the time, he
pleaded self-defense,

after claiming the woman bit
him, and he got released.

One of our officers stopped and
questioned Ridgway last year

while he was in his
truck with a prostitute.

They also approached this guy

in connection with the
kidnapping of Marie Olsen.

Ridgway was questioned,

but not enough evidence
to make an arrest.

Has anyone questioned the
sex workers on the strip?

Several prostitutes saw a man

matching Ridgway's description

regularly cruising the
strip in the past two years.

Now he works at that
factory down in Bellevue,

painting trucks,

so he would pass that
strip almost daily

on his way to and from work.

Sarah Edgar.

I've never heard of her.

So what's your next move?

I think we should get him
to take a polygraph test.

You know those things can't
be considered 100% accurate.

Yeah, I know,

but I need something
more than circumstantial

if I'm gonna convince the chief

there's a case to be made here.

Do you think he's the killer?

Something in my
gut tells me he is.

Then do what you have to do.

Is your name
Gary Leon Ridgway?

Yes.

Have you ever
cruised the SeaTac strip?

No.

Have you ever
hired a prostitute?

No.

Did you know Julie Kakova?

No.

Did you kill her?

No.

He passed.

He fucking passed.

Ridgway?

Yeah.

You know we got nothing
on this guy now.

We executed a search warrant
on his home, turned up nothing.

The forensics team
test this guy?

They took everything from him,

saliva, piss, the whole shebang.

There's nothing conclusive

to link him to any
of the crime scenes.

Shit.

We gotta let him go.

46
bodies found since 1982.

There have been
several suspects,

but a case can't be
made against any of 'em.

$15 million of
public funds spent.

As of today, the Green River
Task Force will be dismantled.

We simply can't continue
spending this kinda money

and allocating
this much manpower

to an investigation which
has yielded no results.

I know you were expecting
this, and I hope you accept it.

It's over, Dave.

Respectfully, sir,

it'll never be over.

A sad
and ugly chapter

will end tomorrow morning

as notorious serial
killer Ted Bundy

is set to die in
Florida's electric chair.

Officially, Bundy's
execution will be for

the kidnap and murder of
12-year-old Caroline Keach,

but he was also found guilty
of two additional 1978 slayings

and is suspected in
20-40 other homicides,

at least 23 of which

he has confessed to law
enforcement officials

in the past few years.
Faced with execution

after nearly a decade
of court appeals,

Bundy has attempted to
trade confessions for time

to give lawmen details

of all of the murders.

The Florida governor refused
to make such a trade.

Bundy is scheduled to
be executed at 7:00 a.m.

Bob.

Ted.

You know, I could still
provide information.

I've remembered things that
might help the families.

I know you're hoping
for a phone call,

but I don't think it'll come.

Many feel justice is
being served tomorrow.

What about you, Bob?

Do you think justice
is being served?

I'm not here to
pass judgment, Ted.

Well, then why are you here?

I'm interested in your
thoughts on something.

What's that?

Why'd you go down this road?

Well, everyone asks that.

Yeah, but you never really
answered it before, have you?

What's the point?

Help people understand perhaps.

Maybe I can give you
a little insight too.

Maybe the truth is

I don't have an answer
to your question.

Whenever I'm interviewed,

people always ask, do I feel
guilt for what I've done?

Guilt...

it's an illusion,

a mechanism of social control.

It's very unhealthy, does
terrible things to the body.

What about when you
were young, Ted?

What was your emotional
state of mind?

Confusion.

I could never understand what
made people want to be friends,

or what made people
attracted to one another,

or what underlays
social interactions.

I'd watch people

and see them feel,

but, I don't know, I
could never be like them.

Do you remember the first
time you felt the urges?

I certainly fantasized.

Well, as a young
boy of 12 or 13,

I'd encountered
soft-core pornography,

outside the home, local
drug or grocery stores.

Young boys,

they explore the sideways and
byways of their neighborhood.

And in our neighborhood, people
would dump their garbage,

and from time to time,

we'd come across books

of a more graphic nature,

detective magazines and so on.

Well, I wanna emphasize this,

the most damaging
kind of pornography,

I'm talking from real
personal experience here,

is the kind which involves
violence and sexual violence.

The wedding of those two forces,

as I know only too well,

well, it brings about behavior

that is too terrible
to describe.

When did fantasy
become a reality?

As a teen,

I was dealing with
very strong inhibitions

against violent and
criminal behavior

that had been conditioned

and bred into me
by my environment,

the neighborhood,
schools, church.

It's a very difficult
thing to describe,

the sensation of
reaching a point

where I knew I couldn't
control it anymore.

The barriers I had
learned as a child

were not enough to hold me back

from seeking out and
harming somebody.

How did you feel the first
time you committed a murder?

Even all these years later,
it's difficult to talk about.

Reliving it through talking is,

well, difficult,
to say the least,

but I want you to
understand what happened.

It was like coming out of some

horrible trance or dream.

I can only liken it
to being possessed

by something so awful and alien,

and then the next morning,

waking up and remembering
what happened,

and realizing that, well,
in the eyes of the law,

and certainly in
the eyes of God,

you're responsible.

Possession is an
interesting word.

What I did, it was like
possessing them, physically,

as one might possess
a potted plant,

or a painting,

or a horse,

owning, as it were, this person,

and then taking
ownership of the remains.

But when I'd wake
up in the morning

and realize what I'd
done with a clear mind,

with all my essential ethical
and moral feelings intact,

well, it absolutely
horrified me.

The feelings of pleasure
derived from what you did

clearly outweighed any
feelings of being horrified,

because you repeated it so much.

Maybe so.

Also, when you compare
people to possessions,

well, I think it's hard to
believe that you felt anything,

certainly if in your mind,

people are no different
to material things.

What's your point, Bob?

I've spoken to your family,

quite in depth, actually,

and they were very candid.

I don't know if you know this,

but your aunt has a very
interesting memory of you

from when you were
three years old.

And what's that?

She recalled waking
up from a nap one day

at your grandparents' house

to find herself surrounded
by knives from the kitchen.

You were stood by your
aunt's bed, smiling.

Well, I can't
say I remember that, Bob,

so I'll have to take
her word for it.

If it's true, it's very
telling, don't you think?

How so?

Well, in my line of work,

I'm always asked

"is serial killing down
to nature or nurture?"

That incident with your aunt

would suggest it's
down to nature,

that you were born with
a darkness inside of you.

But the thing is this,

there are many people out there

who are born with
darkness inside of them,

there are many people
who suffer violence

or have terrible things
happen to them as kids,

but they don't all grow
up to be serial killers.

Is this going somewhere, Bob?

It's like the parable
of the two wolves.

And what's that?

A father is talking to his son,

and he says there are
two wolves inside of us,

always at battle.

The good wolf represents
things like kindness,

bravery, and love.

The bad wolf represents things
like greed, hatred, and fear.

The son stops and thinks
about it for a second,

and then looks at
his father and says,

"Which one wins?"

And the father quietly
replies, "The one we feed."

And I guess you think I
fed the bad wolf, right?

Yeah.

Is it nature or nurture?

A little of both for sure,
but the bottom line is this,

we all have a choice about
the person we become.

We create our own reality.

Ted Bundy, the
notorious serial killer,

died today in the electric chair

after a night of
weeping and praying.

Let me do that.

So,

your first press conference
as the new chief.

You nervous?

Almost 20 years of
dealing with the press,

you get used to it.

I'm proud of you.

You deserve this, and
you've worked hard for it.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

Behind every great
man is a great woman.

I know it's a cliche,

but it's true.

We're a team.

This isn't just my
achievement, it's ours.

Can I confess something?

Yeah.

I'm relieved.

You are?

A desk job gets
you off the streets,

which means I'm gonna
sleep better at night

knowing you'll be safe.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

There you go.

Thanks, honey.

You've faced much
criticism over the years

for your failure to apprehend
the Green River Killer,

how do you think the
victims' families might feel

watching your career go
from strength to strength

while the person who
murdered their daughters

is still at large?

Yes,

I've spent almost two
decades haunted by this.

My career has progressed, yes,

but it hasn't stopped
the nightmares.

My arrest and conviction rate
is the highest on the force,

but there is not a day goes by

when I don't think about
the one that got away

and all the pain he caused.

Which is why today,

I am announcing

that I will be reforming
the Green River Task Force.

Considerable resources
will be diverted

to resuming the investigation,

and I will be personally
overseeing it.

I want the victims'
families to know one thing,

I will not rest until the
killer is behind bars.

You saw the conference on TV?

I did.

I know you wanted
me to play it safe

and stay behind a desk,

but I just can't
let this one go.

You gave years to this,
I saw what it did to you,

I'm worried.

I just gotta get back out there

and nail that son of a bitch.

And you think if you find him,

you're gonna not
be haunted anymore?

I don't know, but this
isn't just about me.

You gave your life
to public service,

you don't owe anyone anything.

If we'd have lost Deb, you'd
want justice, wouldn't you?

Yes, of course,

but you being a martyr
doesn't do anyone any favors.

When the case was active,
you were here physically,

but your mind was miles away.

Is it a good thing for you

to fight for other
people's families

when your own has
to suffer for it?

You know I love you, but
this is how I was made,

this is what you married.

Well, if you've
made up your mind,

I guess there's nothing
else for me to say.

Well, do you support me?

I can't do this without you.

I'll always be by your
side, you know that.

And I hope when
you find this guy,

you get the inner peace
that you're seeking.

One of the victims,
Marsha Intola,

the one who was posed with
the fish and the wine...

Yeah?

She was stripped
naked like the others,

but there was a
dress found nearby

which was identified as hers.

There was a semen sample
taken from the dress.

We also recovered semen
from several of the victims.

I know we established
many years back

that the samples were
all from the same man,

we just did not
have the technology

for a more detailed DNA profile.

So what can we do now?

Our advances mean that the
sample from the discarded dress

will stand strong
against the suspects

we have on our database.

We should also be
able to get matches

on the semen samples retrieved
from the other victims.

Okay.

Let's get it done.

These are the results?

The same guy's DNA matches

every sample recovered
from the victims.

I don't even need to open this.

It's Gary Ridgway, isn't it?

Let's go get him.

Put your hands
in the air.

One false move and I'll put
two in the back of your head.

Slowly, put your hands
behind your back.

Gotcha, asshole.

In the early 1980s,

the area around the Green
River, south of Seattle,

was the site of one of

the most gruesome
serial-killing sprees

this country has ever seen.

At least 49 women, police say,

mostly prostitutes and runaways,

disappeared or
were found murdered

along this stretch of water.

Gary Leon Ridgway,
now in custody,

was a prime suspect back then,

but police didn't have enough
evidence to make a solid case.

Now, new technology, police say,

has linked Ridgway's DNA

with DNA found on three of
the Green River victims,

while other evidence, police
say, ties him to a fourth.

A team of scientists

spent more than 800
hours on the lab work.

They got you chained up
pretty good there, don't they?

Yeah.

They must be concerned about

whether or not you're
gonna run off?

I guess so.

You wouldn't
do that, would you?

Not this time.

Give us a minute, will you, Tom?

Sure.

I'm the lead investigator
on this case.

I know.

That means you and
I must've stood

in a lot of the same places.

I think we stood in every place.

What do you think about that?

You were on one side,
I was on the other.

Where I killed them, you were
the one who recovered them.

Now,

finally,

we meet.

Yeah.

I've been working on
this case a long time.

Looks like I've caused
you a few gray hairs.

So, Gary, you've been
pretty forthcoming so far,

but do I know everything
there is to know?

Yeah, I'm not holding
anything back.

Can you really
look me in the eye

and tell me you're not
holding anything back?

I haven't been, um,

you know--

Wait a minute, your eyes
are going back and forth.

I'm not lying to you.

Yes, you are.

The thing is, Gary,

you and I can be enemies

or we can be buddies,

that's your choice.

If you're gonna
keep lying to me,

then we'll be enemies.

So, what you gonna do?

I don't know what you want.

The bodies.

There are more, aren't there?

Yes.

So, how are we
gonna work together?

You want me to tell
you where they are?

Yes.

We're gonna find every
last one of them.

Alright.

My memory is hazy, but I'll try.

Yes, you will.

We should've gotten some
champagne to celebrate.

That's alright, I'm just happy
to be here with you both.

How do you feel, Dad?

Relieved.

But the hardest part
of it all...memories.

You'll get some closure now
that you've caught the guy.

Yeah, Dad, it's finally over.

Bob, what you doing here?

Thought I'd pay you a visit
given the recent headlines.

I stopped by the house,
Sandra said you might be here.

It's good to see you.

Been a while?

Yeah, it has.

I think congratulations
are in order.

It was a team game,

you were part of that team,

you should give yourself
a pat on the back.

I think we can all be thankful
for the advances in DNA.

True.

So, what now?

Time to move on.

Ridgway's behind bars,
the healing can begin.

You know, there's one
thing I keep asking myself.

How do we stop this thing
from happening again?

There are a multitude of things

we could do to
make a difference,

greater education from
a psychology standpoint,

spotting the warning signs
of psychopathy early on.

From a law enforcement
standpoint, we have

advances in DNA
and a better network

of communication
between the agencies.

But, maybe I'm getting
soft in my old age,

I just can't help
thinking about it

from a philosophical standpoint.

I'm intrigued.

Well, if those of us who are
positive in our intentions

spread enough love and light,

maybe there won't
be so much darkness

for evil to maneuver in.

I never had you down
as an idealist, Bob.

I never used to be.

But the times, they
are a changing.

You know what?

I think you're right.