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We have a divide that can allow us to send one human being back in time.

Edwin Brooks, defraud priest turned infamous serial killer who confessed to

brutal murders of 37 young women in a nationwide spree of terror, will be put

death at the tick of midnight.

He doesn't have a damn care in the world.

So let me get this straight. You kill 37 girls and God's going to come down from

the heavens to open your cage?

Yeah.

For I am his angel.

In the name of the

Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

I'll put in a good word for you Padre.

Come on, smile. Don't be so flat.

It's time to, uh... to,

uh... place another bet.

Olive, honey, it's Parker. Now... Oh, yeah, I got it in space. Now, let's...

of course, but first I wanted to lay down a grand.

Now, let's make that...

Twelve. Twelve thousand on Hollywood and the Australian Football League.

What do you mean when you get the money I owe you? You're talking to a very rich

man.

Olive, honey, I gotta call you right back.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Care for some champagne?

What about you, Ramsey? You look a little bored.

Are you all right, Mr. Parker? You seem a little flushed.

Never better.

Just won 2 ,000 bucks on Barcelona in the World Bowl.

And I had a 101 shot on Dead in the Water at Belmont.

You bet on a horse named Dead in the Water?

And won 10 ,000 big ones.

And now you're going to gamble away all your winnings, I suppose.

Gotta ride a streak while it's hot.

Well, that may be, but you're going to have to ride the fear first.

A back step?

No, absolutely not.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Hobart, don't tell this to me.

A backstep could change everything. I could lose.

That's risk.

Frank, I know you're familiar with the Kingsley Dam disaster.

Over a thousand families lost.

The Army Corps of Engineers determined that a faulty $12 switch caused the dam

to buckle. Frank, this one is simple. You backstep, make the conundrum call,

we alert the engineers of the Kingsley Dam.

Frank, are you feeling all right?

Yeah. Me? Great.

I hope you're saving 3 ,042 lives.

Let's buckle up, huh?

May I come in?

Sure. I'm a little bit concerned about you, Mr. Parker.

It was right there, right in my hands.

Dead in the water could win again.

Yeah, and she might not.

You don't understand.

I've been waiting my whole life for the big score. Now it's gone.

And, uh, how many people attended this victory celebration?

Uh, one.

Okay, I'm canceling the backstop immediately.

Operating the sphere under the influence of alcohol is far too dangerous. You

know that.

I'm fine, really. I sprayed most of it around, you know, like on TV.

I'm sober as a judge.

I really wish I could believe that.

You've got 3 ,042 good reasons to believe it.

Okay.

I'd like to administer a little test. You know the drill.

Fingers on the nose, that whole thing.

Anybody can do that.

Right finger, left finger, enough for style points.

Now, could I do that if I were inebriated?

Okay, I'll see you at the sphere.

Are you ready, Mr.

Parker?

Reactor at 100%. The

flickering

lights signal an end for Edwin Brooke.

serial killer who predicted God would save him.

Department of Water Resources immediately.

Frank, are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. But listen, I think I hit a prison. You better get our people

out here pronto. If we don't do something about this fast, we're going

every police officer in the state crawling all over the sphere.

Please don't scream.

Here we have taped footage of a meteor that hit Nebraska's state penitentiary,

releasing Edwin Brooks, former Jesuit priest turned serial killer, whose

spree left at least 37 young women dead and struck fear into heartland America.

Brooks, known as the Collector, used his intelligence and charm to get close to

his unsuspecting victims.

Brooks and his accomplice, William Westerly, kept the young women in cages,

serving them gourmet meals before they were brutally murdered.

Family members and loved ones of the victims gathered at the prison to pray

Brooks' recapture.

Only a cruel God would do something like this.

I'm Christina... The FBI's best fugitive pursuit team is on Edwin Brooks' trail.

I'm sure they'll have him back in custody in no time.

Right.

Ego te.

Absorbe.

Apocatis tuis.

In nomine Patris.

In filii.

Spiritus Sancti.

for serial killer turned informant William Westerly, the 34 -year -old

pharmacist was found dismembered earlier this morning.

Authorities have yet to indicate that they have found any clues as to the

whereabouts of Ann Wilson, missing mother of two.

But there is little doubt the self -proclaimed angel of death, Edwin

struck again.

Well, I think it's pretty obvious we need to backstep as soon as we can.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

It's for national security only, remember?

What are you talking about? We just back -stepped for a stupid flood.

Newsflash. A stupid flood that took out a secret government bio -lab.

Well, now, that's beautiful.

I knew it was too good to be true. God forbid we should do it to save innocent

people.

Saving those lives was a fortunate by -product.

By -product? Is that what you're going to call the women he murders?

Frank, they're on Brooks' trail, man. It's the FBI's job to catch psychos, not

ours. They'll fry this guy.

Yeah, but after he kills how many? Right now he has a mother of two and it's...

It's my fault.

Frank, Edwin Bruck's escape was an unfortunate accident.

Look, it's simple. We're the good guys. We screwed up and now he's on the run.

But we can undo it. The NSA doesn't have to know. It'll be our little secret.

We all feel as bad about this as you do, but I'm sorry. My hands are tied.

Yeah, well, mine aren't.

Parker?

Where are you going, Parker?

Mine aren't tied at all.

You're going after Edwin Brooks, aren't you?

That's a sweet ass.

Why is this so important to you? Oh, I'm so sorry.

Because you were right. I had too much to drink.

What?

On the other side of the timeline, I had a 101 shot and celebrated with a little

too much champagne.

You tried to call off the back step, and I told you I was fine.

But you weren't.

I was smashed. I lost control of the sphere.

I'm the reason Edwin Brooks is loose.

You know, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

Bitch.

Parker.

Sir.

Sir.

What is it, Nate?

Dr. Bukovic has just smuggled Parker off the base. Now I'm dispatching two men

to chase them down.

No, no, no, no.

But Parker disobeyed a direct order.

Frank has put his life on the line for this program time and time again.

Being the cause of Edward Bruck's escape has clearly struck a nerve. If we can,

we'll give him whatever help he needs.

But sir.

That's an ordinate.

Oh, great.

Now we got a crazy man chasing a man.

Watch out!

Frank Parker, NSA.

I'm Agent Slater. I'm in charge of this investigation.

This is a restricted area. Yeah, well, we just want to take a look around.

Why the hell is the National Security Agency involved in this case?

Sorry, pal. Need to know basics only.

D .S. E. Ray.

We've got our people trying to figure out what it means.

Day of wrath or day of mourning. She fulfilled the prophet's warning. Heaven

earth in ashes burning.

It's Masa DiCilano, a good 11th century poet.

12 years of Catholic school, you learned something.

Looks like Brooks is serving notice.

Agent Swain, I'm going to need all your case files on Edwin Brooks.

I'll get them for you immediately.

Thank you.

Is that your phone?

It's not yours.

Like St. Francis of Assisi, one of the few men who knows there can be no good

there is no evil.

Aren't you, Frank?

You delivered God's instrument.

That's the Tommaso di Celano quote. Ah, very learned man.

This is going to be a very interesting relationship.

Yeah, well, it can start as soon as you tell me where you are, Prox. No, no, no,

no, no. The fun is going to start all over again.

We'll talk soon, St. Francis.

Let's start profiling.

Edwin Brooks falls into the power control category of serial killer.

In his book, he wrote that he picked out his victims by the bounce of their

hair.

Their smile.

A touch of innocence mixed with intelligence.

You're a very good dancer.

Thanks. I've been taking lessons.

Really?

That's interesting.

I'm putting together the European review.

I mean, Paris, Rome, Luxembourg.

Would you like to audition?

Yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

You for real?

Absolutely.

Would you like some champagne?

Yeah.

Tony. Tony Bartlett.

Hi, Tony Bartlett. Chris.

You're young.

You're beautiful.

You're talented.

Now is the time to take a chance with your life.

I don't know.

I've got a complication.

and wonderful.

I don't have to take him out of school and he just got ejected.

I hope you don't mind our chocolate.

It's okay.

You're very pretty.

He wants absolute and unquestioned dominance.

He keeps them from three to seven days.

When they don't cooperate or he gets tired of them, he kills them.

We need to force him into making a mistake.

He believes he's smarter than us. Yeah.

We'll be right there.

Just snatched another one.

I'll be brought down to hell for the size of that.

Not blood. You have to quench it.

Can't you see that?

She fits Edwin Brock's profile.

I'm going to find you, Brooks.

Don't count on it. The only mistake I made was having an accomplice, but dear

old Bill paid for his transgression.

Oh, in case you're concerned, the lovely Anne and beautiful Joanie are doing

just fine.

Cantos, St. Francis.

Cantos is a reference to Dante's Inferno. Don't you think it's a bit of a

shot? Yeah, well, it's the only shot we've got.

Thank you.

There really is no point in screaming.

Nobody can hear you.

There, there.

Eat. Please?

I'm not hungry. I don't want anything to eat.

I want to go home.

Try the wine.

It's a nice marmalade. I like it.

That was a mistake.

How long have you been standing there?

Uh, about 10 seconds.

Too late.

Just talked to Swain.

He's got two dozen agents looking over the alley at Las Bruxelles.

Nada. Like he disappeared into thin air.

Kudos, Frank. You got my Dante glue. Very well done.

Did you like my little present?

I'm afraid lovely Joanie became a bit tedious.

I'm gonna get you, Brooks. You can count on that. Of course you will, Frank.

But will it be in time for Sweet Anne?

You son of a bitch.

Oh, don't get mad, Frank.

We formed a special bond under the hunter's moon.

You know, Frank, I'm looking for a new partner. Interested?

Sure. Let's see who's crazier.

Oh, you're on, Frank.

Look out your window.

I said I need the car.

You what?

I'm on it.

Nate, get in here. We've got a code red.

Is anyone here?

Is anyone here?

Yes.

I'm here.

Is that... Is that Anne or Joanie?

Anne.

Joanie was down below.

She said something to upset him and he went into her cage with a machete.

Don't... Don't make him mad, please.

and kill the envious moon.

You look like you could use a little freshening.

It won't do you any good to scream.

We're an abandoned railway tunnel, sealed off from the world.

Do you like pecan -crusted medallions of beef in a Madeira sherry sauce?

Yes, very much.

Excellent.

And a nice red wine.

Well done.

Really.

Mars.

Did they teach you psychology at the NSA training center?

Dr. Bukovic.

Actually, I studied at the University of Moscow.

Brains and beauty.

My favorite.

You and Frank Parker have a very unusual...

Working relationship, no?

We're simply colleagues.

Come, come, doctor.

I see how you are together.

I see how you look at one another.

How you're every touch.

Do you think Frank Parker is in love with you?

It's ridiculous.

Shall we call Frank and find out?

Is it set?

Almost there.

Brooks, let me speak to Olga.

I assure you, Frank, she's tip -top.

It'll take me some time before I tire of our little Formosa Rusica.

You heard her. I'll kill you with my bare hands.

Thank you, Frank.

You just cleared up a little discrepancy between the good doctor and myself.

All right, Brooks.

Just let me speak to her.

No, Frank.

I'm intrigued.

You were God's instrument of deliverance.

Maybe Dr.

Vukovic could edify me.

The nature of this meteor you arrived in. You want to know what it is? Well,

let me speak to Olga.

Say hello, dear.

Frank!

Friend to friend?

She's way out of your class.

Cymbeline.

Act two.

Scene two.

You get it?

This is the exact wine I used to fill the chalice at high mass.

Scooch.

I hope you're hungry.

I'm so glad.

Anne seems to have lost her appetite and joanie well.

My little secret is a vine across the pecans.

Isn't that divine?

Yes.

Try the claret.

It's to die for.

I can't stand the waiting.

Olga's smart. She's tough.

She'll make it.

Frank, we're tracking Brux's movement.

This is where Ann Wilson and Joni Bartlett were abducted. The club where

chased Brux.

The alley where he lost him. Where Olga was abducted. He's somewhere in that

circle. It's mostly hotels and businesses.

Well, he needs a place to keep the women. Somewhere he can come and go

attracting attention.

He needs to buy food.

We're made food. The red dots are high -end delis and liquor stores.

When he services Frank, we'll be ready for him.

Frank, Cymbeline, that's, um... Shakespeare.

What's the last line?

Though this is a heavenly angel, hell is here.

You know, Frank actually believes he'll be able to save you.

He's a very resourceful man.

Really?

Tell me, Doctor, do you find our St. Francis handsome?

Oh, he's very good -looking in a non -traditional way.

Better looking than me?

Different, you know.

We should have followed him to Olga.

And if we lost him?

Brucks.

Brucks!

We're not leaving here until you tell us where you have them.

Where's Ann Wilson and Olga Vukovic?

Where the hell are they?

May I have a glass of white water, please, ancient queen?

There you go.

You'll starve to death without me.

It would be a shame to waste so exquisite a specimen as Dr.

Vukovic.

Wouldn't you say so, Frank?

Frank? Where is he?

Come on, Clark.

Where's the wonderful feeling, isn't it, Frank?

Makes your heart go pitter -pat and your palms sweat.

Tell me, Frank.

How many people have you killed?

One thing you can count on your next.

God will deliver me again.

I am God's chosen one. I will do his bidding.

Listen to me we're going to get out of here. Okay when he comes back and opens

that cell We're going home, I promise you.

I'm... This guy's not gonna break.

Well, I know a couple of tricks we could try.

You hook a 12 -volt battery up to his gonads, that'll make him sing.

We'd all like to make him talk.

But we're members of the United States National Security Agency and sworn to

uphold the law.

Let's go over to the intel. We're missing something.

He's still pretty good with explosives.

Decent. What?

Well, he believes God's going to deliver him again.

It's a long shot, Frank. It may be our only shot.

Come on.

He's in the alley.

For God's sake, don't lose him again, Frank.

Oh, man, not again.

What's going on?

Talk to me, buddy.

Come on, Frank.

You're gonna kill her.

Wait until the hell is here.

Let the frog settle the bitches on the ground.

I thought you were bringing food.

My change of plans.

We could have been so good together.

You okay?

It's over, it's over, it's over.

It's all right, it's all right, it's over.

Everything's all right now.

It's all right.

It's over.

It's over, okay?

It's over.

It's over.

Take me to my son.

Hey, what's up?

You know, after Somalia and what I went through on Hanson Island, I tried to run

away from my memories.

It didn't work.

What you said about evil.

You believe him?

That good can't exist without evil.

He was crazy, right?

Right.

He's gone, Olga.

There's nothing he can do to you or any other woman ever again.

I know.

There's a cold one waiting for you when you're ready.

Here's your baby.

All the blood work is fine.

He's a beautiful baby.