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Okay, Internet.

Take me someplace where I don't have to do any paperwork.

Better?

Nice living room.

It's unbelievable.

Well, I'm afraid my paperwork's a lot more interesting.

Bye -bye, Joanne Cam.

It's got to be here.

What's an URL?

It's an address you type in to get to a site on the World Wide Web.

Now, this message is saying that the address Amanda's using doesn't exist.

But it did. I watched a woman get murdered.

You know, maybe it was a film clip. Some of those sites use videos.

Mark, it wasn't a film clip.

Well, maybe it was just a joke then.

You know, like that couple who set up the website so you could watch them lose

their virginity. Yeah, and that never happened.

It was in the paper.

This isn't a joke, you guys. We've got to find her.

It's going to be tough without a full name or an address of any kind.

All right, she was in her late 20s. She was fairly attractive.

She walked with a limp. Can't we call missing persons and see if anyone fits

that description?

You know, Amanda, even if there was a murder, it could have happened anywhere

the world.

You know that just because you were logged in from L .A.

Doesn't mean she was killed here.

I just don't think there's enough to go on.

Someone died somewhere.

I witnessed it, and I feel like I'm the only one who cares.

Susan?

Susan, what's wrong? What happened?

Acute stomach pain, vomiting, low -grade fever.

Okay, I want a CBC, K7, liver profile, amylase, lipase, KUB, flattened upright.

And let's get an abdominal sono to rule out gallstone or acute appendicitis.

Jesse, I do not have appendicitis. Look, I am the doctor. You are the patient. I

have to check for everything. I am telling you, the pain is not just on one

side. Especially with you poking at me like that.

I think it's food poisoning.

It could have gotten food poisoning. You and I had breakfast together, and I'm

not sick.

Not breakfast.

Lunch.

Lunch? But you were going out to lunch. You were going to have lunch at...

Barbecue Bob's. Shh!

You did not get food poisoning at Barbecue Bob's. Will you stop?

It wasn't Barbecue Bob's.

I poured some of that so -called hot barbecue sauce of yours on a piece of

bread.

And I barely made it to the bathroom.

It wasn't Barbecue Bob's. It had to be.

Tessie, you have to get a health inspector to check.

What if other people get sick like I'm about to again?

Okay, I want 35 milligrams of compazine to start an IV with ringers at 250 per

hour. Oh, and call in a minute and get a room.

Oh, hey, nurse.

You don't have to do that. Just treat me and let me go home.

No, no, no, I'm not going to have you running around loose here bad -mouthing

restaurant. But I got food poisoning.

You put that hand over my mouth again.

I will use it for a bucket.

Okay.

We're going to get you a private room, a private nurse, and around -the -clock

care. Okay?

Everything's going to be fine.

And it wasn't Bob's.

You still trying to find Joanne, Cam?

You saw her, too?

No, but Mark told me that you were obsessed about it.

Concerned. He said that you were concerned.

What have you found, exactly?

Exactly? Lists.

The Internet is big on lists.

Yes, including ones of unsolved homicides. I have been searching and

and I can't find anything that even begins to resemble the woman I know I

Why would anybody do that?

Set up a camera like that in their house, all those strangers watching you

the time.

Creepy.

Except nobody ever really does know who you are.

You're just this body wandering across the screen doing whatever.

You know, I really wish I knew who Joanne was or knew somebody who did.

I think I might be able to help you.

So this is where everybody knows your name?

That's my demon demolition team right there.

You play online games?

Games, singular.

You don't want to do too many or else you lose sight of reality. So I hear.

Hey, guys. Oh, man, you had to bring a newbie. We have to focus our attention

the dripping tunnels.

That was very cordial.

Consider this a blanket apology for whatever comes out of Tapley's mouth now

any time in the future. Thank you. This is Dr. Amanda Bentley. She's the

assistant county medical examiner.

You mean like in autopsies?

Y -incisions?

Bone sauce?

This aptly gets way too much joy out of killing demons.

I'm Boyd Harcourt. I'm the normal one.

That would depend on one's definition of normal.

You want to log in? Me?

Me? Oh,

M -E, as in medical examiner. No, no, actually, I just came by to ask you if

know anything about Joanne Cam.

Oh, one of the webcams, Lucy. You do know her.

J .W. doesn't know anybody, exactly.

It's the clothes.

Scares people off.

These are visual critiques of cultural trends. And this month's critique is...

am mourning the loss of mortal sin in a world where everything is relative.

Joanne Cam was stabbed to death while Amanda was logged on to her site.

Cool. See?

We've been logged on all morning and I haven't seen anything about it. And

that's the kind of info that just moved across the web in a nanosecond.

What's Joanne Cam's URL?

Maybe the body's still there.

It's gone.

Bummer. My first real dead cyber corpse. Gone.

Gone? No, I mean the website.

It doesn't work anymore, and I need to find this woman. I want to know what

happened to her.

What about hotwebcam .com?

Oh, look at me. I only speak games.

It's an index for all the webcam sites that go up on the Internet. It links you

up to the newest, coolest webcams as they go up. Which happens a couple times

day. Proving there's more ego than sense on the net.

All right, do you have the URL for, um... Hotwebcam .com?

Sure. It'd be my pleasure to log you on. Of course it would.

Don't worry, Dr. Bentley.

If Joanne Cam's still in a net, she can be found.

A live feed of somebody's front lawn, that's exciting. Not nearly as exciting

the woman who devotes her sight to her castanet lessons.

The electronic frontier.

Scary.

Sad.

Okay, let's get back on hot webcam and try again.

I don't know. This index of websites is interesting, but it hasn't exactly led

us to Joanne. I know, Mark, but I'm not going to quit looking until I find her.

You said Joanne had a limp?

Yeah, a pronounced one.

Would it look like kind of a shuffle?

Well, I can't really describe it. I don't know.

Would it look like this?

Kind of a... No.

How about this?

Mm -mm. No?

Mm -mm.

How about this?

That's it.

She got a club foot. Are you sure?

That kind of birth defect's very distinctive.

Do you still have that list of unsolved homicides you told Jesse about?

Yeah, I downloaded a new one a few minutes ago.

Maybe if you cross -index the autopsies... For the orthopedic anomaly,

specifically club foot.

You just might find Joanne, Cam.

Yes, I'm still waiting. You told me to. It's a simple transaction. What's the

problem? I just got a call from the Philadelphia Police Department.

You find Joanne?

She's definitely the woman that I saw. I talked to one of their homicide

detectives right after you called. He checked around and sent that over a few

minutes later.

I did have fun trying to explain how I knew she was dead. Do they know who she

is?

Joanne Markbright.

She's an accountant that works out of her living room.

When they checked her house, they found bloodstains, signs of a struggle, and a

camera on top of her computer.

Well, at least I really saw what I thought I saw.

Any suspect?

Not yet. They're checking an old boyfriend and her business contacts, but

nothing's turned up.

Amanda, I'm really sorry, but I'm having a problem with your bill.

It was a barbecue sandwich, Jesse. How much trouble can it be giving you?

I'm really sorry about this. What are you...

I'm doing what the credit card company told me to do. They told you to turn my

credit card into confetti? I ran it through the machine. A code came up. I

called it, and they said, cut it up. But this is me. I'm not a stranger. How can

you do this to me?

I didn't have a choice.

No, he's right.

We don't confiscate the cards when they tell us to. The company could cancel our

account. Yeah, and we can't run a restaurant without accepting credit

Well, I'm sure when you call in your canceled check numbers, they'll realize

it's a mistake.

Well, thanks a lot, guys. I don't believe this.

I hate computers.

you

Is your computer fighting back?

Yeah, I'm waiting for the NCIC to identify some fingerprints I faxed over

morning. Oh, you mean the John Doe that washed up in Bologna Creek last night?

60 years old, no visible identifying marks, no wallet, not even a shredded

credit card.

Huh. Yeah, I sort of came up here to apologize about that.

That's okay. You were just doing what you were told.

I've been thinking about it ever since. You know how embarrassing it must be to

have something like that happen to you right there in public?

Someone who's in a position to trust?

A respected member of the medical community.

But I'm sure by now you've called the credit card company and everything is

going to be okay.

I'm sure they've straightened it out.

And it'll never happen again.

Though it probably should have never happened in the first place.

You didn't call your credit card company? Yes, I did call their credit

company. And I called their computer or whatever, which insists that I'm six

months behind on my payment, which is absolutely not true. There's no way. You

can argue with a computer and win.

What about your canceled checks?

I do all of my banking online, thank you.

Oh, which means that your bank's computer has to talk to the credit card

company's computer.

And with my luck, they'll hate each other.

Wait a minute.

At least my computer seems to like me.

Or maybe not.

Oh, God.

NCIC request number CGLA -47509F.

Positive fingerprint match. Subject name...

Amanda Bentley?

What do you mean?

Oh,

listen, Carl.

Hello?

This is Joanne Cam's bank statement.

He wanted me to find this.

He's warning you to back off any further investigation.

There's no way he could know that Amanda helped to police ID Joanne.

The credit card, the NCIC report, it's got to be him too. It's the only thing

that makes sense.

You know, our killer's got to be a computer expert.

Maybe that's his connection with the victim.

But why is he after me?

Probably figures you can identify him. But I can't. I never saw his face. I

I could.

Amanda, Caltrans says that the, uh... Traffic signal malfunction yesterday

wasn't a technical problem.

Someone hacked into their computer system and rerouted the signal for 90

seconds, making all the lights go green at the same time.

And then he lured me into that empty building just to let me know that he

Somehow your search for Joanne has let him know who and where you are. We've

to find him.

Electronic stalker, that's awful.

He wants all my latte.

This isn't a joke. This is real, you guys.

Yeah, stop smiling. She needs our help.

She does?

Don't you recognize a damsel in distress?

I don't see a damsel anywhere.

Just someone in need of our expertise.

Such as it is.

Is that right?

All right, how do I stop him?

How much do you do online?

Some banking, my shopping.

Bills? He's hacking through the encryption program.

Yeah. Well, I thought those security programs were protected by passwords.

Some encryption programs are better than others. Besides, nothing's secure if

you're good enough. Which he obviously is.

So what do I do about it?

I think maybe it's time for the weasel.

The weasel? Best little rodent in cyberspace.

Come on.

Have you seen Steve?

I've got to talk to him.

I think he's home.

Wow.

You actually let them in there?

Well, they're your friends. Besides, I don't think I really had a choice.

If I don't make a move, this guy's going to ruin my life.

It is pretty scary how easily he seems to be doing it.

Never think about how vulnerable we are.

You know, all that information floating around out there in cyberspace.

Sometimes I don't think we exist anywhere but online.

Oh, but we do.

I mean, what if this guy figures out a way to revoke my medical license or take

my son from me? I'm not prepared to fight that.

Maybe these guys are.

Well, they are serious about what they do.

Mostly serious.

I gotta go.

Susan is calling the health inspector on you just because she's got a little

touch of food poisoning? On me?

I thought we both owned this restaurant.

Well, you're the one that's going to apologize.

You know, flowers, candy.

If she sees candy, she's going to puke again.

Well, then marry her. Just fix this.

Come on, Steve. She's really sick.

I know. I'm sorry.

How can she be so sure that it's Barbecue Bob's? I mean, she's a nurse.

around sick people all day.

Because she started throwing up after she had your barbecue sauce.

Jess, if it was the barbecue sauce, there'd be a fleet of ambulances

people to the emergency room.

We had that large a lunch crowd?

A small fleet.

Huh?

Okay, one very full ambulance.

Look, Jess, I hate to say this, but your girlfriend is delusional. Nah, she's

not delusional. I've dated delusional women, and they wouldn't have stopped at

the barbecue shop.

Why couldn't she just stay one more day at that girls' camp?

That's right.

She was there for three days.

Yeah, well, now she's way too community -minded.

She's very sick, and I think I'm starting to understand why.

Hey, and it wasn't a potato salad either.

I had a bunch of that myself.

I'm fine.

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. That's scalding water to clean the

table.

Oh.

You guys, it's been three hours. Are you sure this is going to work?

Absolutely. We just don't know when your stalker's going to launch his next

attack. No, we have to be online when he does.

All right, so we wait.

I wish I'd never found Joanne Cam.

I mean, who in their right mind would put a live camera in their living room

everyone to look at?

It's stupid.

It's cool.

Showing people how you live.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't want anyone to see me in the morning before I had my

first cup of coffee.

Might be nice.

It demonstrates the interconnectedness of every life on the planet.

Pure visual communication to bind us together.

That is a crock.

It's all about making their insignificant lives insignificant.

Say you're some poor slug who works in a cubicle all day.

Barely see your co -workers, never see the boss.

But when you go home and step in front of your web camera... You're no longer

Joanne McBride accountant.

You're Joanne Cam internet star.

You get emails.

They set up chat rooms and news groups about you.

You make pasta and everybody wants your recipe.

You're somebody.

For a while.

You know what you need in here, me?

Autopsycam .com.

Yep. You tie into that security cam up there, show the world what life is like

in the mundane but gory world of a medical examiner.

You'll get more hits than a Pamela Anderson site.

I still don't understand this Weasel thing.

Well, it's really pretty simple.

As soon as your stalker starts trying to download your personal files, our

Weasel program will kick in... And instruct his computer to send info about

to your computer.

Everything about him?

Depends how long it takes him to catch on.

Don't worry, Dr. Bentley.

Joanne Cam may have sunk beneath the icy waters of cyberspace, but some of us

will survive.

Here we go.

Cute little guy, huh?

What's that? His modem number. J .W. is sending it over to Boyd's computer to

get a reverse directory listing.

Now.

Well,

what happened? It's gone.

He's killed the connection.

Bye -bye.

Well, was it long enough?

More than long enough.

That's here in L .A.

Time to call the cops.

Amanda?

Is it the killer?

We have something, but it's not what we're looking for.

Check the back.

The killer wanted you to find him. He lured you here.

Stabbed to death less than an hour ago, I think.

Just after you found the address.

This is Sloan. I need a crime scene unit and a coroner's wagon.

Steve?

Now we're on line two.

I'll bet she's out there watching.

I don't see what my list of unsolved homicides is going to give us.

The link between your two dead webcam operators.

So I went looking at the webcam index site, looking for links that don't work

anymore. Well, there must be a lot of them.

Oh, there were.

Now, if we can cross -reference the information we have on them with your

of unsolved murders.

I don't think I like where this is going.

You found a match?

Yep, there's six.

inactive website addresses, six cities, six murders, and six matches.

We've got ourselves a serial killer.

I decided to surf the web, then I witnessed a murder online, and now the

killer's after me.

I don't get why he's withdrawing Amanda's credit report.

And why he's committing murder in front of witnesses.

Because he's killing people twice. Once in real life, and once in cyberspace.

But how does the killer know where the victims were? I mean, in the real world.

Because he knows where to look.

Let's log on to one of those webcam sites.

Another fascinating glimpse into the daily life of America.

Okay, now there's a shopping bag on the table. Looks like it says...

Filene's department store.

Filene's is only in the northeast.

That doesn't narrow it down much.

Yeah, but this does right here. Look at that. Magazine with a subscription label

on it.

Yeah, but it's too small to read.

Well, it wouldn't be if you had a digital enhancer. You could blow it

This guy's most deadly weapon is his keyboard.

He must have known about the weasel program. That's how he lured us in.

Which means he could be one of those computer geeks who planted it for you.

Oh, come on. I walk in there, I ask for some help, and this would be the one

place in the world where he hangs out?

It wouldn't hurt to check him out.

Whoever our killer is, I think he just made his next move. Amanda, your car.

Wait a minute! What are you doing?

Come on.

I want to meet these new friends of yours.

He's ruined my credit history. He's had my car towed. And the NCIC thinks that

I'm a 60 -year -old man. What's next, the IRS?

That's what I'd do.

There's a surprise.

Now, we know you tried to stop him before.

And it didn't work.

He obviously guessed somebody tried to use a weasel on him. This guy's really

good.

Better than you three?

No way.

Not if we work together.

Not if we're doing it for you.

You're asking us to hack for you.

Look, I don't know who this guy is.

I don't know why he's doing this to me, and I certainly don't know how to stay

out of his way.

So I guess, in essence, I am that damsel in distress.

All we're asking is you help clean up the wreckage that he's left behind.

We have to start with the obvious.

The credit reporting company? See what's screwed up there?

It's easy enough to fix. We'll have to hit a government computer or two. No way

around it. You're talking serious illegalities here. Robust passwords.

Post rerouting. Encryption busting.

I got dibs on the IRS.

Woo!

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

Rotten. I'm not surprised.

Of course not. You're the psycho chef behind the death sauce.

That's not you talking. That's the meds.

Next, it'll be the health department.

Oh, good. I encourage you to call them.

I will.

I will tell them how my ex -boyfriend poisoned me and is now taking obscene

pleasure in my death throes.

Or you could tell him all about your girls' camp reunion. About the sparkling

purity of those crystal clear mountain waters.

I should have never come back.

And you could tell him about the tiny little creatures that live in those

crystal clear mountain waters.

The little creatures that are multiplying by the millions in your

Giardia.

I have Giardia.

Isn't that great?

But I'll be on IV antibiotics for days.

Yes, you will. But when you're done, dinner at Barbecue Bob will be on May.

And lunch today is on you, too.

Her mortgage company, too?

Looks like they're about to foreclose on your house. What? We fixed everything

else. We'll get this, too.

Attention all units. Reported sniper at Ventura Boulevard in Haskell.

Suspect is a white -haired male, approximately six feet tall.

65 to 70 years old. Armed and dangerous.

We'll have to try the password production program.

No, it'll take too long. Let's try a mnemonic or a common sense.

You type in equity and it gives us access?

It's not likely.

It's worth a try, isn't it? Yeah.

You're enjoying this, aren't you, Doc?

Put your hands up! Let's go!

Rifle. Rifle? Shut up. You've done enough damage for one day.

You have got to be kidding.

Dispatch sent it down to us. Not according to dispatch.

Whatever's wrong with their computer now, an hour ago they sent us a call

there was some guy inside the cafe taking pot shots at people outside.

My father doesn't even own a gun.

We were just following orders.

Where are those orders?

They've disappeared.

Excuse me?

Somebody wiped out the computer record by the time we got back.

While my father was in handcuffs. Another computer glitch.

Sergeant, it's all right. The only thing done any real harm was my latte.

I am sorry, Doctor.

All right, Jackson, take off.

Come see us any time. And next time, bring some of those big guns.

That was way cool.

Dr. Bentley's triangle killer targets us, and you say way cool?

Well, we don't know it was him.

I agree with Boyd and J .W.

We already know that our killer can pull something like that off.

But why target you? I thought I was the target.

He might have found out somehow who your friends are.

The hot webcam.

I'll bet that's the connection.

The webcam index site?

Amanda and I logged on there within the last 48 hours, and it's the only thing

we did in common that the killer could track down on the net.

It's certainly the only lead we have.

We have to find this guy.

We tried that already.

And we ended up with a second body, and I don't want anybody else to get hurt.

Especially not any of you.

Weasels aren't the only way to find somebody on the net.

We could track down their host computer for Hot Web's URL.

And the host computer could lead us to the killer's internet service provider.

You have to give him all kinds of information when you sign up. Name,

number, address, billing information.

You game, Doc?

We'll need a computer.

With a really fast modem.

address the computer came up with.

That's exactly what went down in that apartment. He's lured us here because

going to be there.

Then we have to find that website before he does get there.

That's impossible.

Maybe we can identify something in the room.

Anything that'll tell us the location of a website, okay? Right. So, what do we

see? A fish tank, a pile of books, papers. I don't know. Maybe he's a

Could be a dorm.

We could only see the label on that magazine.

What about what's on the table?

Postcards. Pulled a newspaper.

Oh, no.

Steve, it's him!

Amanda, are you all right?

He's taunting me.

We have to find him.

The answer's in there. What do you see?

Orange and...

Purple throw pillows.

Can you tell anything from the postcards?

No, we need the digital enhancer Dad was talking about.

And I don't think the killer left us one.

The newspaper looks like it says something ledger.

That narrows it down to about a dozen cities.

What about the poster on the door? It looks like it's some sort of a schedule.

Is it a cat? Is that a jaguar?

No, it's a cougar.

Look, we already figured this guy's a student, right?

Yeah, from all the books and papers.

And he's old enough to be in college.

Well, the orange and purple could be school colors.

And the cougar could be a team mascot.

Sounds like Puget Sound Junior College to me.

Are you sure?

Dead sure.

When orange and purple cougars beat your team 120 to 17, you remember.

And the paper could be the Seattle letter.

I think we got him.

As soon as we know something, you will too.

Right.

Seattle Police Department's on standby, but they can't do much without an ID.

Well, the last passenger manifest is coming through right now.

I had no idea there were so many airlines flying out of L .A. Major

minor carriers, puddle jumpers.

We're lucky we got the manifest as quickly as we did.

Hey, we know our killer was in Philadelphia two days ago when he killed

And here in L .A. yesterday when he killed the guy Amanda and I found in

apartment. Which means he left for Seattle sometime after that.

And he killed the Puget Sound college student four hours ago.

So if we cross -reference the Philadelphia to L .A. flight and the L

Seattle flight, we should get a name.

If he didn't use an alias.

He didn't.

Charles Coulter.

And he used a company credit card, Thunder Shoes Athletic Footwear.

I'll bet you he's a sales rep. That's why the killings are all over the

Well, if he is, he's a careless sales rep. Using his own name, that's not too

smart.

Didn't think anybody would make the connection.

I'll call Seattle PD back.

What? Hold on.

Coulter is not in Seattle anymore.

Flight arrived here in L .A. half an hour ago.

We'll have a unit waiting for him when he gets home.

I'll call Amanda.

Yeah, this is Sloan. I need a unit at 18724 Minden Drive, Suite 52 in

Pick up a Charles Coulter for questioning and multiple homicides.

Consider Coulter armed and dangerous.

And notify me when he's on his way in.

All right, thanks.

You got Amanda?

Her cell phone turned off.

Would you try the pat lab?

Well, I got a message that her extension was out of order, but when I called the

main operator to page her, it didn't even ring.

Dispatch this to Lieutenant Sloan. Give me every unit you can find and meet me

at Community General in ten minutes.

What?

What happened?

All right, then give me a helicopter right away.

I don't care what you have to do. Just give me that chopper now.

Right.

Traffic snarled all around the hospital. A bunch of traffic signals

malfunctioned. It's like that intersection the other day. He's after

We're still five minutes away from Community General.

Can you get any ground units there? Negative, Chopper One. Surface streets

gridlocked.

No!

Oh!

It's okay.

We got here as fast as we could.

He's alive, but he's not going anyplace.

It's all over. It's all over.

It's all right.

Jesse, what is that?

Barbecue Bob's is about to become wired.

You're not going to try and get on the Internet and that thing, are you?

That's done. The lawn's in the trash.

Put a frame on it and put it on the wall.

It's beautiful.

Jesse, get that thing out of here. Come on, Steve. That thing is going to help

us turn this place into something really hip.

Hip? That's right, hip and profitable.

We're going to make Internet connections available for any patron who wants to

log on.

Games, chat rooms, you name it. We're going to be turning people away.

What are they going to do, type and eat ribs at the same time?

We'll set out little finger bowls.

I'm telling you, Steve, if we do this thing right, we're going to give the old

cyber cafe some real competition.

You serve lattes?

No way.

Steve, we've got to have lattes if we're going to get wired.

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

Besides, you put a modem in this poor old thing, you'll fry its innards. That

would be a crime.

Jesse, get it out of here.

We'll take it to the cafe. Make it our first museum piece.

Well, how about dinner on me before you go?

Now that my credit cards are working again.

It's the least I can do after everything you've done.

It wasn't that much.

I guess it was.

This time I have to agree with Tapley. You know, Coulter could easily have gone

after you three eventually.

Ugly thought.

You sure Coulter's the one who killed Joanne Cam and the others?

Well, forensics matched up the knife he had on him with the college student's

wounds, and it looks good for Joanne, too. He was definitely the serial

Why did he go after webcam operators?

Since he refuses to talk, we may never find out.

Is any of this stuff vegan?

Uh... The beef's grain fed.

Good enough.

Jesse, in the kitchen.

Bye. Let's get this piece of junk out of here. Right.

Think it's older than I am.