All language subtitles for Millennium S01E12

Guys, check this out, man.
The number to call's on the back.

Excuse me, ladies. How are you?
This evening is tonight. Enjoy.

Hey, guys. The number to call is on the back,
man. Call before ten for location.

Hey, check it out, man.
Go timeless, lose form.

OK. That's it.

It's time to do it.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- Why won't you be with us?
- Don't you want it?

I want you both.

Later you'll have it all.

- What's that?
- It's special.

Special.

- The sprinkler came on on time, finally.
- Good. That's good.

Well...

I'm off.

Do you plan to go out today, honey?

It would only be to the market. But I think
I have everything I need for dinner.

If you do go out, be cautious.

When you come home, let the garage door
close before unlocking the car doors, right?

Same way I've been doing it for 18 years, Art.

The botanical garden has over 2,000
kinds of plants from all over the world.

This is what Eden might have looked like.

All the flowers and plants you'll see grew
between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers,

what we think of today
as the cradle of civilization.

Can any of you guess what kind of trees
we don't have in our Garden of Eden?

- Peach!
- A banana!

- Apple tree?
- That's right, an apple tree.

- Frank Black?
- Yes.

- Maureen Murphy.
- Thomas, Boulder PD Homicide.

Ex-LAPD.
It wasn't my idea to squeal for help.

Not now. Probably not ever.

A male and a female in their twenties.
A school field trip came across them.

May I?

Naked as Adam and Eve.

Their genitalia, the woman's breast, covered
with leaves, probably from this exhibit.

Did you find any indication
of recent sexual activity, Detective?

- Thomas.
- What?

- I found this.
- Bite marks.

- I'm Maureen Murphy.
- She's one of the Millennium people.

The victims' teeth will match the pattern
on the apple. There were pieces in the mouth.

- You'll find no apple in the stomach.
- You use the term victim.

They were killed somewhere else,
brought here, posed.

I don't see why. Could be one of those
moony, calf-love, teen-suicide pacts.

The Garden of Eden, the apple,
the nakedness covered.

It's atypical, meticulous.

Never seen a double suicide staged this way.
Never heard of one.

My lieutenant says that that you specialize
in sexual predators. Is that so?

- Yes.
- And you think this is a homicide?

I think killing is new for him.
He's lost his innocence. He's ashamed.

Maybe.

We haven't found any more new
dead kids in our Garden of Eden here.

Do you recall any events similar to this?

A couple abducted in a bar.
They may have been doped.

The abductor had them perform sexually.
It was nothing like this.

No murder, no staging.

If you can put them
into contact with Maureen...

It's your time to waste, Mr Black.

I'll tap on the glass, the blind will open

and you'll see the shoulders
and face of the deceased.

If it's our boy...? If it's Mel...?

You just nod and I'll close the blind.

I'm very, very sorry. If there's anything
I can do for you, you have my number.

Pathology says they both took an
ecstasy hybrid orally, unusually pure.

But they can't tell us what, if anything,
was injected into both of them.

I sent tissue and blood samples
to my people. It should be helpful.

Are you comfortable
working a case like this with a woman?

I'm not comfortable
working a case like this.

In my opinion, they don't understand
male sexuality any more than we do theirs.

Thank you.

You worked sex crimes in LA.
You never worked with a woman, did you?

No. How'd you know that?

If you'd had, you'd have learned
to value their insights more.

- You Mel Dodd?
- No, I'm not.

- You're just what, having a go in his bed.
- Who are you?

We're friends of Mel
and have permission to be here.

You know where Mel was the other day?
Who was with him?

- My roommate, Leslie.
- And where'd they go?

A club, I guess.

I don't know which one.

Say you and your girlfriend here
were found dead...

What?

Would you want Mel to try to remember
where you might have gone?

Yeah, I see it. Put it away, will you?

- You run this place?
- I guess.

I rent the building, collect the money at the
door, pay for the sound, the light package.

- You sell any drugs? You sell X?
- No, it's just a business.

Look, it's safe. There's no violence.

If they want to get high,
what do I care? It's their lives.

- It's my living though.
- Can I look in your pockets?

The maitre d' saw the kids leave with
someone. He's going to work with the artist.

Give us a minute, would you?

The person we're looking for,
he's providing opportunity, drugs.

And what do these... victims
give him in exchange?

A window into sexuality.
The way he wants it to be.

Perfect, uninhibited, guiltless.

His actions will follow
the development of his fantasies.

You're first.

I think you're next.

Your turn.

It's Garry!

Your turn.

You're next.

Ladies.

I want some pink champagne.

Liquor stores close in 20 minutes.

We'll be right back.

Damn.

What would you like us to do wrong, Officer?

They hadn't returned
from the liquor store as expected...

for two hours.

- Yes.
- Right.

How far is this liquor store from
the house where the party was held?

About half a mile.

So, two hours later, you noticed
your wives hadn't returned?

I mean, did you go look for them?

Did you call us?

Did you make a report?

No.

You look a little nervous to me, Vic.

- Look, this is embarrassing.
- Not to me, it isn't.

It was a kind of a swing type of party. I mean,
they could have been in one of the bedrooms.

Wife-swapping. You two are into that,
are you? Group sex?

- Are you proud of that, huh?
- I don't think pride is what's at issue here.

- We just want our wives back.
- Yeah, so you can trade them up.

Are these events advertised?

Word of mouth, mostly in the swing
community, and some magazines.

- There's an internet site. But it's discreet.
- Any screening?

Well, like say to keep out fat people, maybe.

The host usually meets
prospective new guests.

Cut these guys loose.
They will need some time.

- What for?
- Their wives are most likely dead.

Hey, somebody!

Somebody! Help!

A penny for your thoughts.

Same guy, pulled the women over,
probably impersonating a police officer.

- I don't think the device is important.
- It's important to someone.

Maybe those two sophisticates at the station?

- Call Maureen. See what she thinks.
- I don't want to know what Maureen thinks.

I know it's what I described but...
It's how I described it but it's not.

I think the guy had short hair, close-cropped.

I don't know. There were
a lot of people at the club that night.

You might want to go back
and start again. I know it's tedious.

This guy's ajerk.

Thomas?

- He doesn't have a clue.
- Maybe.

But the man he's describing,
the man we're looking for,

is gonna be harder to find
because he's unremarkable.

That he's a predator
will belie his physical size, looks...

- He could be anybody.
- The victims are unreal.

Erotic figments to be manipulated.

He kills them to prevent them
from existing outside his fantasies.

Until the two women, the targets were
heterosexual couples, conventional activities.

Conventional? You think doping
these people, watching them have sex

and then murdering them,
that's conventional?

Maureen is referring to the expansion
of his interest into possible gay-lesbian sex.

This conjecture could be useless.
It might lead us down the wrong road.

- Do you have a suggestion, Detective?
- Yes.

I'm going to get
that lousy description we have

and compare it with all
the locally known registered sex offenders,

which is what we
should have been doing all along.

- Frank, Maureen.
- Peter.

Peter, what have you got?

Some additionally developed
toxicology from blood and tissue.

In addition to the synthetic MDMA,
the hybrid to ecstasy,

we found trace amounts
of triphetamine and dilavtin.

- Indicating?
- Trace was slight.

This might suggest an inadvertent
contamination of the ecstasy.

- Possibly it was deliberate.
- Anything on the injection?

Some unusual metabolites.

Our tentative conclusion
is that the substance was succlynocide,

large enough to be lethal, difficult to detect
because of the way the body breaks it down.

- It's pretty fancy shooting.
- The guy's a marksman.

I'll be right over to help you.

We need a prescription filled.
We're kind of in a hurry.

We're getting married tomorrow
and we're going to Bali.

Dr Kenton wants us to...

We don't want to run the risk
of getting the trots.

Really, Randal!

Right. Well, I could fill this
right now if you could wait.

I think you should take it right away
so it can be effective.

- Hey, thanks.
- Great.

These type drugs,
they couldn't be made by bathtub chemists?

Very complicated, relative
to their equivalents, speed and heroin.

These drugs have a legitimate point of origin.
The killer had legitimate access.

Your Millennium people
are running down the DEA records?

I think the killer takes the drugs himself.
His could be a substance-related paraphilia.

- What is that?
- The violence is drug-related.

Prescriptive, allowing him to act on recurrent
intensely sexually arousing fantasies.

- Fantasies the killer makes real.
- So why now?

He's moving toward the consummation of
an act that he is incapable of consummating.

Not with his wife. Not with anyone.

- You think this guy is married?
- Yes. Possibly for many years.

A great possibility
there never has been sexual consummation.

His wife probably blames herself.

She's deferential, attentive, supportive.

Probably values
other qualities in her husband.

Dependability, maybe. Kindness.

Karen...

I want you to know that I realize that the...

while the physical side of our marriage
may not have been...

These are beautiful flowers, Art.
I want to get them into water right...

It didn't go so well.
You know, the first time.

And maybe since it's our anniversary,
I was wondering if maybe

you wouldn't like to try again?

If that's what you'd like, Art.

I want you to be happy.

Then...

I was wondering...

when you might like to try having relations.

Any time you like, Art.

Is there any reason we couldn't tonight?

No.

Really...

That would be fine.

The pharmacist's name is Art Nesbitt.

He's married and bought that business
about eight years ago. OK?

What did you get on this guy?

We've run the names that dispensed
dilavtin and triphetamine.

The findings aren't complete. Eleven so far.

Nesbitt has taken receipt
of both drugs four times

but he has not filed the appropriate
paperwork for dispensation by prescription.

He's not here.
He left sick this morning.

The young kid filling in
says he thinks Nesbitt went home.

That's our guy.

Detective Thomas, Boulder PD.
Are you Mrs Nesbitt?

- Karen Nesbitt, yes.
- Is your husband home?

- No, not yet. Why?
- May we speak to you? May we come inside?

All right. We can talk right in here.

Mrs Nesbitt, there's some confusion
about possible discrepancies

in your husband's prescription records
at the pharmacy.

- Please, call me Karen.
- Karen.

Well, if Art was here, I'm sure he could
straighten this out right away.

My husband is a very methodical man.
Meticulous, really.

- Almost to a fault.
- Really?

I think I know my husband.
We've been married 18 years.

18 years? That's wonderful.

Do you have any children?
I'm Maureen Murphy, by the way.

No, Maureen.

Does your husband have any hobbies?

Hobbies?

No, no, I don't think he has time, with work.

We watch TV periodically.

He used to work on the car sometimes.

He changed the motor by himself once.
A long time ago.

Do the two of you go out much?

We have dinner at my sister's
most Thanksgivings.

- And Art has his drives.
- By himself?

He likes to drive around. Think and
look at things. Sometimes after work.

I know this must be difficult. I wouldn't ask
unless there was a good reason.

I don't talk to people much.

My sister sometimes.

We don't talk about, well...

things.

How often have you
been having relations, Karen?

What?

Why?

It's important.

We are going to try again to make it right.

In what way make it right?

Art wants to try.

Excuse me, Mrs Nesbitt.

Have you seen that magazine before?

No. It's old.

It looks...

- Is it smut?
- That copy is from 1978.

You mentioned that's when
you and your husband were married.

We found it upstairs, clipped under the lid
of the toilet tank in the master bathroom.

I don't know what to say.

This is what you were talking about.
The good reason for asking the questions.

He's done something.

He's done something horrible, hasn't he?
Oh, God...

18 years.

18 years.

Do you have any idea
where we can find your husband, Karen?

He's at work.

Isn't he?

The photos are in circulation.
All hands on deck.

- What do we do now?
- Try to figure him.

- Figure his mind.
- Did he know we were on to him?

He can't have.

So he must have took himself off work
for another reason.

What, did he grab someone?
Where the hell does this guy go?

Excuse me. Can I get past you?

- Oh, yeah.
- For the restroom.

I sort of got off on the wrong foot with you.
Well, both of you.

I can see that she's a pretty good investigator.

- I mean, I can see that.
- I'm glad.

- I haven't been comfortable with this case.
- I noticed that.

I worked a lot of sex crimes
when I was on the job in LA.

Some of that stuff got pretty rough.

So I was married then.

- But no more?
- I felt I was contaminated or something.

And then I found that...

I couldn't make love to my wife.

It started driving me nuts.
She didn't say anything about it.

And, you know, then I started going
to porno movies trying to cure myself.

It got worse. I got a divorce. I moved here.

We don't get much sex crime.
I don't usually handle this kind of thing.

I haven't for a while.
I haven't done it very well.

Something Karen Nesbitt told you,

that they hadn't
had sex for the last 18 years

and now suddenly he wants to try again.

- Is he going back there?
- I hope so. I got men all over the area.

No, I think he's way ahead of us.

Say the words.

Karen.

I love you.
This will be the first of many blissful nights.

- I want it to be special, Karen.
- What do you say, Karen?

- Make love to me.
- Art. Call him Art.

Art.

Art, it's time for you to make love to Karen.

So what is it that sets this guy off?

An important date, his anniversary
functioning as a stressor.

He's recreating sexual experiences
he feels he should have had before marriage.

He killed, froze his victims in death
at what he believes

to be the happiest,
most perfect moment of their lives.

Do you really think he's going
to come to this house tonight?

He wants to make his marriage work.
I don't know where else he'd go.

If he's here, and I think he's here,
where is his car?

And why isn't it parked where I'm standing?

Maureen, open the garage door.
We're going to need an ambulance.

Give me that hook there, will you?

One man should be able to do this easily.

Laura? Laura, are you OK?

Please! Let us go!

Come on, I've got to get down here.

- You're safe.
- Please! Whoever you are, please...

- Get us away from here.
- Nobody is going to hurt you.

It's gonna be OK.

She's all right.
You're freezing.

I thought we'd die here.
He gave us pills.

Thank you.

- When was the last time you saw Nesbitt?
- Maybe an hour ago.

I think there's a door over there.

It's an old bomb shelter.
The tunnel was probably added on.

This leads into the house.

When we made love, we gave each other
a little piece of our souls.

We became fuller, more complete people.

And I've arranged it
so that nothing can ever change.

Call Thomas. Nesbitt's upstairs.

We will never, never be unhappy again.

We will be together forever, Karen.

That is what marriage is.

You don't understand.
That is my wife. I am married now.

That's my wife.

Karen, I'll be there.
I'll wait for you. I'll be faithful.

We're married now.

Come on, Karen.

- Maureen will be staying a few days.
- Yeah, she said. Is she married?

Ask her.

Maybe I will.

I told you about working in LA, Frank,
but I didn't tell you everything.

Besides my marriage breaking up and all,

I had this reaction.

The squalor, the carnage of the work.

And instead of working up
a drinking problem like a normal guy...

I had a nervous breakdown.

Something is wrong, Frank.

You know...

In this day and age, people are
carrying on wild as ever, maybe more so.

Regular folks, they're doing drugs,
acting nuts.

Sex and death have commingled
in one inseparable impulse.

Risk feeds sensation.
Sensation makes risk acceptable.

We're headed toward...

Toward what, Frank?

Something perhaps we'd do better to avoid.

Take care, Thomas.