All language subtitles for Zodiac (2007) Theatrical Cut [2160p] WEB-DL DDP5.1 HDR x.265-10bit.EN

Where have you been?
I've been waiting since 7:00.

Get in.
I had to find fireworks.

Let me drive.

Get in.
I haven't eaten in 24 hours.

Are you coming or not?

It's too crowded.

I thought you were starving.

Let's go someplace quiet.

Okay.

What are we doing?

Sitting. Listening to music. Talking.

You seem weird.
Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

It's July. How many shirts are you
wearing?

I'm cold.

You're cold on the Fourth of July?

Fuck off and die!

What?

"Fuck off and die"?

Shut up.

Was that car at the drive-in?

I saw that car at Mr. Ed's.

Do you want me to tell him to leave?

Stay in the car.

Was that your husband?

No.

Who was that, Darlene?

Don't worry about it.

Don't tell me not to worry. Who was it?

It's nothing.

Oh, shit.

Let's go.

Now, D.

Get your wallet.

Man, you really creeped us out.

Vallejo Police Department.

I want to report a double murder.

May I have your name
and where you are calling...

If you go one mile east
on Columbus Parkway,

a public park, you'll find kids in a
brown car.

They were shot with a 9mm Luger.

I also killed those kids last year.

Goodbye.

Spit.

Come on, buddy.

I swallowed it.

Why?

It was minty.

You can't do that.
It's not good for you.

Lunch box.

Why am I not going on the bus?

Because we're late.

Okay, you're staying with your mom and
Aaron tonight.

So, you don't like having a new little
brother?

No, not really.

Oh, that's honest.

Learn a lot.

There will be a test tonight!

Morning.

Hi.

Good morning.

Morning.
Morning.

How's the coffee today,
Shorty?

Editorial in two.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Well, Stanton, tell Mr. Howe

the draft board piece
was damn near perfect.

Mr. Graysmith.

Horrid.

Horrid.

Not so horrid.

Horrid. I'm thinking we go with not so
horrid.

Paul, what's on the crime beat?

Janice in Datebook left the fondue party
before everyone got naked.

That's a crime.

Have you seen her?
Wouldn't kid you.

It may be the beginning of a crime wave.

You need to see this.

Go get the publisher.

"Dear Editor,

"This is the murderer of the two
teenagers last Christmas at Lake Herman

"and the girl on the Fourth of July near
the golf course in Vallejo.

"To prove I killed them,

"I shall state some facts which only I
and the police know.

"Christmas, brand name of ammo, Super-X.

"Ten shots were fired.

"The boy was on his back
with his feet to the car.

"The girl..."

Would you read that, please?

"The girl was on her right side, feet to
the west.

"Fourth of July.

"One, girl was wearing patterned slacks.

"The boy was also shot in the knee.

"Brand name of ammo was Western.

"Here is part of a cipher.

"The other two parts of this cipher are
being mailed to the editors of

"the Vallejo Times and S.F. Examiner.

"I want you to print this cipher on the
front page of your paper.

"In this cipher is my identity.

"If you do not print this cipher by the
afternoon of Fry,"

F-R-Y, "First of Aug '69 I will go on a
kill rampage Fry night.

"I will cruise around all weekend
killing lone people in the night

"then move on to kill again

"until I end up with a dozen people over
the weekend."

It's unsigned except for a symbol.

Is it me, or does that look like a
gunsight?

Today's August first.

He wants his code
in the afternoon edition.

If the Examiner doesn't have the balls to
run it, we scoop the Bay.

Al, this man is talking about
shooting 12 people.

And not running this
might make him do that.

If we run it, we might be setting a very
dangerous precedent.

Oh, come on, now, it's newsworthy.

Well, giving some sick bastard a soapbox,

what does that say to people?

Back up. Is this Vallejo story true? Do
we know that?

Paul?
What? I cover crime in Vallejo?

Yeah, I cover crime in Vallejo.
Ten minutes.

Let's shoot the code and call SFPD.

If it turns out to be real, at least
we'll have the material.

All right.

Graysmith, don't you have that cartoon
to finish?

Oh, yeah.

Hi, this is Paul Avery from
the San Francisco Chronicle.

I'm looking for someone to shed some
light on a letter we received.

Thank you.

Sergeant Mulanax.

Sergeant, Paul Avery from
the San Francisco Chronicle.

I just wanted to check

if you had an unsolved
firearm-related homicide

on Christmas and maybe one on July fourth.

Shit.

You guys got one, too?

Confirmed. VPD,
they confirmed the shootings.

AI's on the phone with the Examiner.

They got the same letter
with a different code.

So did Times-Herald.

Christmas, two teenagers
on lover's lane. Both DOA.

David Faraday and Betty Jensen.

July fourth,
Darlene Ferrin and Michael...

I think it's "Mayhew." Anyway, he lived,
she didn't.

The murder weapons?

Ballistics, everything he said in the
letters matched.

I mean, I think the Times-Herald's gonna
go with it.

The Examiner's going,
but won't go front page.

I say let's go front page. If he kills
12 people, it's not our fault.

Robert!
We need the cartoon.

You're not finished?

No, I'm finished, Carol.
I'm finished.

Thieriot's still here.

Really?

The first edition is off the floor in
10, Charles.

Give us a sec.

Okay, re-plate.

We'll go on page...
Page four.

What do you say, 20 bucks whoever cracks
the psycho's name?

He won't give his name.

Morti's? Anyone?

PAUL: That's where I'm heading. MAN: All
right.

Put those on my desk.
Turn on the light.

Grab your book.

Now go get your jammies on.

All right, people, listen up.

The cipher's broken into three sections,
each with eight lines and 17 symbols.

No breaks between the symbols
denoting different words.

No numbers or clues to substitution keys.

And you got symbols from at least seven
different sources.

Greek, Morse code, Navy semaphore,
weather symbols, astrological signs.

Hey, take a gander at this code thing.

Okay.

You wanna give it a go?

Guy who used to sit there was a
great cartoonist. Bob Bastian.

Now he's doing public television. For
some reason.

Paul Avery.

Uh... Robert Graysmith.

Uh-huh.
I've been here nine months.

You were right, by the way.
He didn't give his name.

Who cracked it?

A history teacher and his wife in Salinas.

"I like killing people
because it is so much fun.

"It is more fun than killing wild game in
the forest

"because man is the most dangerous
animal of all to kill.

"Something gives me the most thrilling
experience.

"It is even better than getting your
rocks off with a girl.

"The best part of it is that when I die,

"I will be reborn in paradise.

"And all that I have killed
will become my slaves.

"I will not give you my name because you
will try to slow down

"or stop my collecting of slaves for my
afterlife."

Methinks our friend's a tad bit fuckered
in the head.

I heard he even sent Vallejo
a code key, just to help.

What is that at the bottom?

Leftovers.

Maybe an anagram.

How does one do that?

I like puzzles.
I do them a lot.

How did you know he wasn't gonna give
his name?

Dangerous animal.

Dangerous animal.

What dangerous animal?
How do I know that?

Paul.
Yes, Templeton.

Editorial, now.
Very well.

Another letter.

More of the same.

Details about the murders.

He taped a flashlight to the gun. That's
how he hit them in the dark.

And he gave himself a name.

You know this used to be
the town of Montecello?

But at some point,

the county decided that the land would
work better as a lake.

So they flooded it.

But there's an entire...

Hidden city under the water.

We were here last spring, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Somebody else is here.

It is a public park.

I think he's watching us.

Well, we're very good-looking.

Where'd he go?

He went behind that tree.

All right.
So he's taking a leak.

He's coming towards us.

Oh, my God, he has a gun.

Don't move.

I want your money and your car keys.

Okay.

We're not gonna do anything, okay?

We're gonna cooperate. Just tell me what
you want us to do.

Here.

You're welcome to everything I have.

If there's anything else
I could do for you...

Maybe I could write you a check?

Okay, I could give you my phone number.

You know, I might be able to help you.

Even more than you might think.

He's a sociology major.

Pre-law, actually.

Oh, keys.

You know, I'm sorry, I don't know
exactly where I put my keys.

They might be on the blanket. Is it okay
if...

Here's the keys.

Don't get up.

I want her to tie you up.

Okay.

You know, if he comes any closer,

I might be able to get that gun.

Don't get any ideas.

I'm not.

I killed a guard escaping from prison in
Montana.

I'm not doing anything, okay?

I'm not afraid to kill again.

Look away.

What was the name of that prison?

Hey, you said it was in Montana, right?

I'm taking your car.

I'm going to Mexico.

We didn't complain
when you tied our hands.

Okay, you have everything that I have.

We have done everything that you've asked.

It's okay. It's okay.

She tied you loose, didn't she?

Get on your stomach
so I can tie your feet.

Okay. It gets really cold out here at
night.

We could freeze.

Okay, you all done?

You know, just because people are gonna
ask,

was that thing even loaded?

It's okay.

This is all gonna be okay.

Dispatch, this is 43L2, heading
south on Knoxville Road.

I've got an abandoned white
VW Karmann-Ghia...

Napa Police Department.

I want to report a murder. No, a
double murder.

They are two miles north
of park headquarters.

They were in a white Volkswagen
Karmann-Ghia.

I'm the one that did it.

43L2 has a male victim with him.

Piner's ambulance has been dispatched.

Boy lived, the girl didn't. Again.

God, can you imagine surviving something
like that?

Writing the dates on the side of the car.

We got two Vallejo killings, now there's
one in Napa. Why Napa?

What the hell is he doing out of Vallejo?

Sweet mother of Christ,
what are you drawing?

Kid at the lake.

This is what he said
the Zodiac was wearing.

God, that's a hell of a get-up.

Paul, what are you doing? Hyman, I wrote
it. It's done.

Now I just got to type it up.

Type it up? It's not finished until you
type it up.

We've got to read it.

What's that? That's the Zodiac at the
lake.

What's the story with the kid?

He seems a little touched or medicated or...

Graysmith?
Yeah, what is it?

He's a fucking boy scout.

He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink, he
doesn't curse.

And he's back.
I knew it.

Knew what? "Man is the most dangerous
animal of all."

I knew that I heard that from somewhere.

The Most Dangerous Game.
What's the most...

It's a movie about a Count
who hunts people for sport.

People.

The Most Dangerous Game.

Who's that?

That's Count Zaroff.

Zaroff?
With a "Z"?

And that will be
all for the news on the 20.

We've got curfews in effect tonight for
the following counties,

Napa, Solano, Contra Costa,
Alameda, Marin, and San Mateo.

So please, everyone, stay safe.

Vic in San Francisco, you're on the
line. You're not scared of the Zodiac?

Heck no, he's only shooting those
farm kids.

What scares me is those hippies out in
the Haight

with their free love and weird clothes.

We've got Alfred from
Vacaville.

You know, I think
that was really offensive.

It's not just farm kids.

These are nice, clean-cut young people.

Hey, nobody's downplaying
the loss of human life here, Alfred.

Well, that last guy was.

We have good solid communities out here
in the North Bay.

Unlike in the city where you have
Satanists running around.

Well, you bring up a good
question. Is the Zodiac a Satanist?

Amber from Oakland, what do you think?

I don't really know,

but I thought that code they printed
didn't look very Christian.

But I think the bigger problem is that
the papers shouldn't have printed

anything that the Zodiac has been doing.

That they're just printing all that
stuff to sell more newspapers.

Well, the Zodiac did demand
they print his letters

or he'd kill more people.

Yeah, but he would have done it anyway,

whether they printed it or not, I think.

An interesting point.

So, what do you think he'll do next?

San Francisco
Police Department.

Yes.
There's a fight in a cab!

What is your location?

3398 Washington, at the corner of Cherry.

One's drunk and we think he's robbing him.

Is the crime still in progress?

Yes, please hurry.

Oh, my God, look!

Nuts!

Whoever this is, you owe me a new lamp.

Cabbie's been shot three
blocks from the Presidio.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, it wasn't me. I've been with my
bride all night.

She can vouch.
Go put on the Folgers.

You'll pick me up?

Let me just describe
the lamp you're gonna buy me.

I just got to sleep.

Suspect's Negro, male adult.

Walt's on scene, locked up the cab and
secured the crowd.

Seriously, dead asleep. I lost feeling
in my arm and everything.

Crackers.

You ever try
Japanese food?

What do you mean, like teriyaki?

No, like the urchin.

Raw fish.
I'm eating here, Bill.

I always wanted to try it.

So, why don't you?

Haven't got around to it.

Evening, gents. What a lovely night for
a botched robbery.

Yeah, third this week.
Must be end of summer rush.

I got foot patrols going through the
park, dogs are on the way.

The victim's name is Paul Stine.
Dousette pronounced him at 10:10.

Suspect fired one shot
to the back of the head.

Driver's wallet and car keys are missing.

How'd you know his name?

Leroy, there, came down
from Yellow Cab to ID him.

Neighborhood's pretty high-end for this
kind of thing,

so I already set up transpo for the cab.

Coroner's here.
Any witnesses?

Kids who called it in saw the suspect
from that window.

Did they hear a shot?
No.

They first saw him in the front seat,

thought he was a drunk
fighting with the driver.

Oldest kid ran downstairs to get a
better look from the dining room,

described him as a white male, glasses,

crew-cut, stocky,
and wearing a dark jacket.

Wait, I thought someone said he was black.

That's the description
that went out to radio cars.

We already corrected it.

Oh, well, that's good.

You guys need anything else?

No. Get out of here.

Thanks. Happy Birthday.

Wait, it's your birthday?

Yep.

That's great.
Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Body or scene?

It's your birthday,
I'll take the body.

Dave, looks like he wiped the cab down
pretty good.

We got some blood over here.

Prints?

Could very well be.
We'll dust it at the Hall.

The odd thing is, we also got gloves.

Suspect's?
There's blood on them.

- Hey, Pete?
- Yeah, Dave.

You through over there,
can I get in there?

Yeah, I'm all set.

Who rolled him?
Stewarts.

I got a single 9mm casing.

Yeah, Luger.

Nothing from the crowd.

Okay. I'm your shooter, Negro male adult,

who also happens to be
a stocky, crew-cut Caucasian.

I flag a cab.
I give him this address.

Did I give him this address?
Who's got the fare book?

Right here.

Washington and Maple.
That's one block east.

Lighting's the same over here,

so maybe I see someone walking their dog.

You don't want any witnesses so you tell
him to go down a block.

He pulls over.

I wait for him to put it in park because
I'm smart

and I don't want him
hitting the accelerator

when I shoot him. May I?

He stops, puts it in park, boom.

I shoot him on the right side, he slumps
right?

Maybe you've got your hand
on his collar when you shoot.

All right. So, either way,

I just dumped a quart of blood in the
front seat.

So, why do you get in the front seat?

For the money.

But he's dead.

You could just reach over the seat, pull
out his wallet.

You don't have to go
anywhere near the blood.

So, why'd he get in the front seat?

I'm an idiot.
But you're not an idiot.

You waited for him to put it in park.

Right. Thank you.

Yeah, sure.

Can I see that?
Yeah.

I am an idiot. I just killed a man for
$8.25.

It's his third fare of the night. Does
anyone have any animal crackers?

Animal crackers?

They're in the car.

I'm saving those for later.

Fine.

Are you a reporter?

No, I'm Inspector
Dave Toschi, SFPD.

Sir, I was wondering if I'd be able to
talk to your children,

one at a time and preferably alone?

They just saw a man murdered.

Mmm-hmm. I understand.

It looked like
they were drunk and fighting.

Yeah, and he had a rag.

He came around the side of the
car and he was wiping stuff.

Did you get a chance to see his face?

I did.

Well, sort of.

Did you remember what he looked like?

Normal.

Yeah.

"Normal?"

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"I am the murderer of the taxi driver

"over by Washington Street
and Maple Street last night.

"To prove this, here is a blood-stained
piece of his shirt.

"I am the same man who did in the people
in the North Bay Area.

"The S.F. Police could have
caught me last night

"if they had searched the park properly

"instead of holding road races with
their motorcicles."

Gentlemen.
Dave.

Paul.
Where's the shirt?

Right there, boss.

There's your rag the kids talked about.

So he got in the front seat to tear off a
piece of the shirt.

Is this on the record?

Well, what do you think?

He confirms the Vallejo and Napa killings.

Gets worse.

Robert, do you have a deadline?

What does he mean, it gets worse?

Read the last part.

"School children make nice targets.

"I think I shall wipe out
a school bus some morning.

"Just shoot out the front tire

"and then pick off the kiddies
as they come bouncing out."

Jesus Christ, who's got school buses?
Department of Transportation?

School board.
All right.

I'm gonna need elimination prints from
your staff.

Has anyone here didn't touch this letter?

On my way back to my desk. They have
phones, if you want.

We need to get matches
on blood and fabric.

I'll call Napa and Vallejo,

get the letters up to Sherwood in
Sacramento.

Dave, just one thing. Is it true they
got a print off the cab?

Yeah, we got a partial in blood.

But that is not for publication.

Hey, hey, come on.

Hey, it's me.

Did he say they got a print?

Partial.

Whoa.

Dude, he wears his gun like Bullitt.

No, McQueen got that from Toschi.

Does he think that Zodiac's
gonna send another code?

'Cause I think Zodiac's
gonna send another code.

Jesus Harold Christ
on rubber crutches, Bobby.

What are you doing?

You're doing that thing,
the thing we discussed,

the thing that I don't like.
Starts with an "L."

Oh, looming.
Yeah.

In cooperation with SFPD,
we will run the Zodiac letter

without including the threat
on school children.

We don't want to start a city-wide panic

so I'm asking all of you to please keep
this confidential.

Just go about your daily business.

Thank you.

I packed you your carrots and your soda
and peanut butter, okay?

Dad, you don't have to wait with me.

I know.

You know what?
You know what?

I'm gonna drive him today, okay?

Come on.

What's that?

Similarities in the lowercase "r's."

And that?

It is you waiting in the hall if you
speak again.

I have to concentrate.

Sorry.

"Sorry" counts as speaking.

There are similarities
in the lowercase "r's."

We have to release the bus threat.

It'll screw us.

We're already screwed.

We just went from
"Routine Cabbie Shooting"

to "Mass Murderer
Targets Kids."

The Zodiac Killer
has come to San Francisco.

Confirmation tonight,

from the San Francisco
Police Department

that in his latest haunting letter,

which takes credit for the murder of cab
driver Paul Stine,

the Zodiac has threatened to,
"Wipe out a school bus

"and pick off the kiddies
as they come bouncing out."

If you think you might know
who the Zodiac is,

you can call the San Francisco Police
Department's newest tip line.

Press conference is at 4:00. We got to
give them something.

We're coordinating with the school board,

and we expect a break in the case very
soon.

What do we really got?
We're swamped.

When they can't get anyone on the tip line

they call the switchboard
and keep getting put through.

You got any hard suspects?

About 90 an hour.
I'm up to around 500.

Well, can't you narrow it down?

I would love to, if I
could get out of this...

Homicide, please hold.

Yeah, hold, please.

We're gonna need to tell them we got the
entire force on this.

How many men can you give me?

Well, right now, it's you and Bill and
Monday's a school day.

Yeah, I know, Chief. I have three
daughters of my own.

Yeah, I know.
Where's Armstrong?

He's on the phone with Vallejo.

We're playing catch up, Jack.

I'd like to set up a meeting with your
survivor, Michael Mageau.

I can't. He skipped town.

The only guy who's seen Zodiac without a
mask is missing?

When he was still in the hospital we
could show him lineups all day long.

As soon as he got out, he split.

Really? Why?

I don't think he wanted to have anything
to do with this.

Can you send us everything that you have?

Well, the road goes both ways.

Now, we need that print
you lifted from the cab

and we should have been in
on the handwriting.

I apologize. Things have been moving fast.

Who should I talk to in Napa so we can
coordinate?

Talk to Ken Narlow.

We really should have been in
on the handwriting.

I apologize. Things have been moving fast.

Listen, we're gonna need
your scene photos.

Can't help you.

Ken, I don't want to get into a
jurisdictional thing here.

No, no, no, no, no. We didn't have a
crime scene.

The ranger that found the kids literally
swept everything into a picnic blanket.

All we have are the Wing Walker prints.

The what?

Boot prints to and from the crime scene

were made by size
10-and-a-half Wing Walkers,

military-style boots
sold only at military PXs

designed to walk on the wings of planes.

And you can't buy at a PX
without a military ID,

so our suspect could be military.

Did you guys narrow your list off of this?

Yeah.
Did Vallejo?

I don't know. I don't work in Vallejo. I
work here.

Great. I'm gonna need
photos of those boot prints.

Sure, if you send me the handwriting.

I thought Questioned Documents already
did.

Nope.
Vallejo's got them, not us.

All right. I'll have
Questioned Documents...

Forget it.
I'll telefax it to you.

We don't have telefax yet.

Okay, I'll put it in the mail.

We'll mail ours, too.

And call Mulanax in Vallejo.

Maybe he can get you a mimeo.

Right.

Why don't you just get a photo off the
original plaster cast?

We'd have to wait, because they don't
have a fax.

We don't have a fax, either.

Look, I'm just trying
to get us coordinated.

Have you called
Solano Sheriff's Office?

Why would I call Solano?

Because the two kids that got killed
last Christmas were Solano's.

I thought they were Vallejo.

No, they were over the county line

so you're gonna need
to coordinate with them, too.

Okay.

Bill.

Can I have a word with you?

Where did you see this guy?

We got the call to circle the scene and
look for a Negro male adult.

Where was he?

On Jackson. Heading east.
About the middle of the block.

And this is three minutes
after the shooting?

Give or take.
Yeah.

And you were heading east or west?

We were going west.

All right, so you're
on Jackson going west.

So the cab was one block
catty-corner southwest?

Correct.
Did you slow down?

Of course we slowed down.
All right.

Listen, Dispatch said it was a Negro male.

That was corrected.

No, but at the time
they hadn't changed it.

This guy was white.

Right, not in a hurry. Kind of lumbering
along like...

Lumbering? What do you mean, "lumbering"?

Shuffling.
Stocky? Had a crew cut?

Yeah, that's all correct.

Listen, it was dark.

The guy was wearing a dark jacket.
There's no way...

He would have been covered in blood.

Did you stop him?

Did you talk to him?

Yes? No?
No.

You need to get with a sketch artist.

We have to put out
a new composite right away.

Five persons have been
murdered in the San Francisco area,

and in each case the killer...

"I shall wipe out a school bus
some morning..."

San Francisco police...

to see the Stones in concert this Sunday.

The new letters from the
Zodiac Killer were sent to

the City room of the
San Francisco Chronicle.

One of the letters was...

Looming. No looming.

Have you considered the water theory?

What?

Geographically, every attack takes place
near a body of water

or a water-based name.
This is your water theory?

Lake Berryessa.
Blue Rock Springs.

Lake Herman.
Wash-ington and Cherry?

You think?

No.

I'm reading this book,

Homicide Investigation by Lemoyne Snyder...

"Leymone."...and he says you look for
patterns,

so I'm looking for patterns.

No.

You can't think of this case
in normal police terms.

Why not?

You got four crime scenes.

Solano, Vallejo,
Berryessa, and here.

Not a single usable print at the first
three or in any of the letters?

How does our master criminal come to the
city and leave a bloody latent?

I mean, assuming the gloves are his,

he shoots the cabbie
and then takes them off?

So it's not his print?

Maybe, maybe not.
You're missing the point.

The point is the first attack...

David Faraday and Betty Jensen.

They both die.

From there on out, he only manages to
kill the girls.

Not for lack of trying.
Not for lack of trying.

Mageau lives, Ferrin dies.
Hartnell lives, Shepard dies.

He gets so caught up with the women

he forgets to finish off the men.

Plus, they're all couples
and all on lover's lanes.

Paul Stine is not.
Exactly.

Single, male cab driver on Washington
and Cherry doesn't fit.

Doesn't fit.

So, why does Zodiac kill him?

He's breaking the pattern.

Yeah?

Someone claiming to be Zodiac
called Oakland PD a half-hour ago.

He says he's gonna call in on Jim
Dunbar's morning show in three hours.

On television?

He wants Melvin Belli on to counsel him.

All right. All right.
Let's go wake up Melvin.

Animal crackers?

Glove box.

Are these windows bulletproof?

Yes, Melvin. You don't have to lie down
back there.

This man is a marksman,

could snuff me out at a moment's notice.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Don't you worry about me, Inspector.
I'll be fine when the lights are on.

This man has asked for my help.

The man you're worrying about snuffing
you out?

What are these, cookies?

Dear Lord, do you ever clean this car?

Shit.

KGO must have tipped other stations.

Get him talking. Convince him to meet
you somewhere.

If you see an opportunity,

we want you to suggest Old St. Mary's
Church in Chinatown.

You'll be tracing the call?

Pacific Telephone says you
need to keep him on the line for 15 minutes.

We can do that, can't we, Jim?

15 seconds.
Clear the set.

Here you go, you drunken reprobate.

We interrupt our regular program to
bring you this news bulletin.

Welcome to this special edition of our
show

in which we are joined
by attorney Melvin Belli

who the Zodiac Killer personally
requested to appear.

Finish up, buddy, and put it in the sink.

Good morning, Melvin.
Good morning, Jim.

So, the phone lines are open. Mr.
Belli is here.

Here to help, Jim.

Yes. Here to help.

And we ask the public not to call in, so
that the Zodiac himself can reach us.

I saw your Star Trek, by the way. It was
excellent.

A shame about the show.

Good people.

You know, I've often thought of becoming
an actor full-time.

What was your character's name?

Gorgon.
Gorgon. That's right.

Roll the tape.
Get the tape.

Jim, we have a call.
We're going live.

Hello?

Hello?
This is Melvin Belli.

Who am I speaking with?

This is the Zodiac speaking.

Is there something I can call you that's
a little less ominous?

Sam.

Sam.

Yes?

Sam, do you think you need medical care?

Medical, not mental.

Do you have health problems?

I'm sick.
I have headaches.

Headaches?

I have headaches, too,

but a chiropractor
stopped them a week ago.

I think
I can help you, Sam.

Sam?

He knows they're tracing his calls.

Sam, we'd like you to know that we are
not tracing these calls.

It's a long, difficult process and
ineffective with these short calls.

Sam?

Uh-huh?

We're not tracing these calls. You have
my word.

Okay.

Sam, you need to tell me
what your problem is.

I don't want to go to the gas chamber.

I have headaches.
I kill, I don't get them.

That is fucked up!

You want to live, don't you?
Well, this is your passport.

How long have you been
having these headaches?

Since I killed a kid.

I don't want to be hurt.
Why is he calling?

Hey, just a second, buddy.
I don't wanna go to the gas chamber.

You won't get hurt if you talk to me.

And you're not going to the gas chamber.

I wouldn't think they would ask for
capital punishment.

We should ask the District Attorney.

Do you want me to do that, Sam?

Do you want me to talk
to the District Attorney?

What was that, Sam?

I did not say anything.

We heard a scream.

That was my headache.

You sound like you're
in a great deal of pain.

My head aches.
I'm so sick.

I'm gonna kill them.

Oh, okay.
I'm gonna kill those kids!

Fantastic.

Sam?

Let's meet and talk.
Just us.

Okay.

How about Old St. Mary's Church in
Chinatown?

No.

In front of the Daly City
St. Vincent de Paul at 10:30.

I'll see you there.

Take care of yourself, Sam.

My, my, my.

You fellows certainly know how to put on
a secret meeting.

You know, the problem is,

I don't want to go to the gas chamber. I
have headaches.

I kill, I don't get them.

No, it's not him.

It's the voice. The voice is too high.
It's too young.

All right. Thanks for coming down,
Bryan.

Do you have blackouts?

That's okay. I got it.

They pulled off the trace.

Our Daly City no-show called from a
mental institution.

Oakland PD's operator is sure

the man she talked to had a deeper voice.

Calmer.

Might have actually been him.

"So I shall change
my way of collecting slaves.

"I shall no longer announce to anyone
when I commit my murders.

"They shall look like routine robberies,
killings of anger

"and a few fake accidents, et cetera.

"The police shall never catch me

"because I have been too clever for them.

"I look like the description passed out
only when I do my thing.

"The rest of the time
I look entirely different.

"I shall not tell you what my disguise
consists of when I kill.

"As of yet I have left no
fingerprints behind me,

"contrary to what the police say.

"I wear transparent fingertips.

"All it is is two coats of airplane
cement coated on my fingertips.

"I enjoy needling the blue pigs.

"Hey, blue pig,
I was in the park.

"You were using fire trucks to mask the
sound of your cruising prowl cars.

"Hey, pig, doesn't it rile you up

"to have your nose rubbed in your booboos?

"If you cops think I am going to take on
a bus the way I stated I was,

"you deserve to have holes in your heads."

And you need to look at this.

"Take one bag of
ammonium nitrate fertilizer,

"one gallon of stove oil,

"and dump a few bags of gravel on top..."

Okay.
It's a bomb.

Okay. We gotta call
the Army and see if this

science experiment could actually work.

Another cipher.

When did these arrive?

They arrived this morning.

Are you planning to publish?

Robert.

We should have a drink.

Thank you.

So, tell me about yourself.

You married?

Divorced.
Two kids.

What do you do for fun?

I love to read.

I enjoy books.

Those are the same things.

Why you been going through my trash?

I'll come back to that.

How did you know he was gonna send
another code?

I just guessed.

Just guessed.

The first one seemed too easy.

All right, this can no longer be ignored.

What is that you're drinking?

It's an Aqua Velva.

You wouldn't make fun of it if you tried
it.

But who actually cracked the code?

A married couple who like puzzles.

So what's that tell us about the Zodiac?

He's no expert.
Right.

It's just a simple substitution code

like the one that we used to do as boy
scouts.

"A" is one, "B" is two.

We weren't all boy scouts, Robert.

Well, it's not that hard. You just got
to know where to start.

In the first cipher...

You actually carry that around with you?

Why?
No reason.

What's the most common double consonant
in the English language?

Consonant?

The double "L."
Double "L."

And what's the one word that we know
that he'll use in here, at least once?

"Kill."
Right, "kill."

So the Hardens start looking for double
symbols,

which they find here, here, and here.

Each with the same
two symbols preceding them.

So now they've got
a repeating four-letter word

ending with two symbols that they assume
stand for "L."

And since they think the whole word is
"kill" then...

Then you got your "K," you got your "I,"
and you're on your way.

But how do you go from "A" is one and
"B" is two

to figuring out this whole code?

Well, same way I did.
You go to the library.

In this book,

the author presents a very simple
substitution code in the preface.

Eight of the 26 symbols that he suggests
are found in this cipher.

Yeah, but there are non-letter symbols

because there's all these medieval ones.

I thought they looked medieval, too.

But then I found a code
written in the Middle Ages.

Guess what it's called?

The Zodiac Alphabet.

Jesus.

What do you want out of this?

What?
What's your angle?

This is good business
for everyone but you.

How do you mean "business"?

Hey. Come to bed.

I'll be up in a minute. I need to make a
phone call.

Hello?
Bill?

There's not many basements in California.

"Basement for future use."

That's right.

I'll have Vallejo and Napa check with
their city planners.

Get some sleep.

Yeah, sure.

"Dear Melvin, this is the Zodiac speaking.

"I wish you a happy Christmas.

"The one thing I ask of you
is this. Please help me.

"I cannot reach out for help because
this thing in me won't let me."

Thank you.

"I am finding it extremely difficult to
hold it in check

"and I am afraid
I will lose control again

"and take my ninth
and possibly tenth victim."

Melvin, he's reaching out to you.

Absolutely.

Inspectors, he sent this letter directly
to my residence.

It is a cry for help, intended as a
private communique.

Which is why you contacted the Chronicle.

The people have a right to know.

Toddy?

When did the letter arrive?

In the middle of last week.

It is my belief that he only penned this
letter

because he couldn't get through to me on
the Dunbar show or here.

He tried to contact you here?

Several times.

I was out, but he spoke with my
housekeeper.

Didn't leave a number.

He's kind of crafty like that. Do you
mind if I speak to her?

Not at all. But the real story is the
letter.

I'll be back.
Yeah.

She's right this way.

Inspector Toschi, it is my belief this
is a window into this man's soul.

Killing is his compulsion.

Even though he tries to ignore it, it
drives him.

It's in his blood.

Could be. Or maybe he just likes the
attention.

I didn't mean to scare you, but your
right rear wheel is loose.

Really?

If you like, I could tighten the lugs up
for you.

If you don't mind.

Well, you can't be too careful.

All done.

Thank you.

No problem.
Have a good night.

It's okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.

Must have been worse than I thought.

I can give you a lift
to a service station.

Okay.

It's okay. Come on.

I didn't know you had a baby.

Oh, is that okay?

The more the merrier.

You shouldn't smoke.
It's a bad habit.

I think we just passed a filling station.

It was closed.

Do you always go around
helping people in the night?

When I'm done with them,
they don't need much help.

It's okay.

Before I kill you,

I'm gonna throw your baby out the window.

No! Help! Please! No!

She was on the side of the road. She
flagged me down.

What happened to her? She said she jumped
from a car.

I found her like this.

What is it?

Please, he said...

It'll be okay.

Tried to kill me.

My baby!

Where's her baby?

She didn't have one when I stopped.

Where's your baby?

Jesus.

You hid it?

In case he came back.

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"By the way, have you cracked
the last cipher I sent you?

"I'm mildly curious as to how much money
you have on my head now.

"I hope you do not think I was the one
who wiped out that blue meanie

"with a bomb at the cop station,

"even though I talked about
killing children with one."

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"I'd like to see some nice Zodiac
buttons wandering around town.

"Everyone else has these buttons

"like peace, black power, and Melvin
eats blubber, et cetera.

"It would cheer me up considerably

"if I saw a lot of people
wearing my button.

"Please no nasty ones."

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"I shot a man sitting in a parked car
with a.38.

"Zodiac 12, SFPD zero."

"The map coupled with this code will
tell you where the bomb is set.

"You have until next fall to dig it up."

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"I'm rather unhappy because you people

"will not wear some nice Zodiac buttons.

"So, I now have a little list, starting
with the woman and her baby

"that I gave a rather interesting ride

"for a couple of hours one evening, a
few months back,

"that ended in my burning her car where
I found them."

We're really not gonna run
any more of his letters?

The new policy. Our brothers in blue want
us to hold back

and see how he reacts.

Four letters in three months,

and this is the first mention of
Kathleen Johns. That's very weird.

That's because he's full of shit.

What do you mean?

You don't know?

Welcome. Please put your stuff down.
You're going down five rows and left.

Looking for the Modesto Bee from March.

I'm going to stand here
and attempt not to vomit.

Left.
Left.

What am I looking for?

Kathleen Johns.

Also probably you wanna
pull the Chron from...

You know, never mind.
I'll see to that.

Okay, look at this letter again. The
part about Kathleen Johns.

Tell me what facts he gives.

A woman and her baby abducted.

Mmm-hmm. Fact.

The car on fire.
Okay, now,

look at the article from the Bee.

Seen it yet?

Everything in the letter already
appeared in the article.

And he's done it before.

Officer Richard Radetich,
shot sitting in his car.

Zodiac claimed that he shot someone in
their car. Mmm-hmm.

Couple days after this article came out.

The police already
had somebody in custody.

Zodiac didn't do it,
but took credit for it anyway

because he's in it for the press.

He even stole his symbol.

What?
Yeah. Shit.

If I show you something, you promise not
to tell anyone?

Who would I tell?

Okay.
Totally solid point. Okay.

That's the only place
that word and that symbol

ever appeared together before the letters.

The guy stole his logo off a watch.

How can somebody
who's killed 13 people do...

He claims he's killed 13 people,

but which ones can we actually confirm?

There's three in Vallejo, one in
Berryessa, the cabbie. That's it.

Bobby, you almost look disappointed.

Chief's pulling everybody off buses.

Business as usual.

Something'll shake loose.

Not a peep in four months.

First he won't shut up and now...

Maybe we drove him underground.

Maybe he's gone.

311 at 582 Haight, cross at
Biltmore. There's a male...

Happy birthday, Bill.

Thanks.

Does it ever bother you
that people call you Shorty?

Does it bother you that people call you a
retard?

Nobody calls me that.

Right.

As governor, I pledge to
use all my influence

to make sure that Darlene Ferrin's
killer is brought to justice.

I believe some clues were overlooked in
the murder of Darlene Ferrin.

I believe her murder was premeditated.
Who is that?

Florence Douglas, mayor of Vallejo. She's
running for governor.

I believe that the police department
either did not have the money, the time

or, yes, the inclination...

Sayonara, police endorsement.
Good work, Flo.

Does anyone ever call me names, or...

You mean like retard?

Yeah.

No.

Shit. Fuck.
Oh, my God. Jesus.

Tell me that's not a piece
of bloody shirt!

Fuck! Holy fucking crap!

"I feel it in my bones,
you ache to know my name

"and so I'll clue you in.

"But then, why spoil the game? Happy
Halloween."

Paul, you did call him a latent homosexual

in at least one of your articles.

Dave. I want a gun.

A gun?

You're in Herb Caen.

"Paul Avery's investigation
has won him the accolade

"of a message from the Zodiac warning,
'You are doomed.'

"As a result, several crime newsmen are
wearing lapel buttons reading,

""I am not Paul Avery.""

You should sell these.
You could do well.

It's been a windfall, since they
published the threat on my life.

I got the leads
coming out of the woodwork.

There's one guy down in Riverside.

I'm gonna drive down and see him tonight.

You wanna tag along?

Uh... No, I have a date.

Really?

Who is this guy?

He wishes to remain anonymous. I wish to
remain infamous.

So we're going to get along great.

Hi. Good evening. Hi.
I'm looking for a Melanie.

Yes. It's the young lady sitting by
herself.

Thank you.

You must be Melanie.

Which would make you Robert.
It would.

Glynnis told me lots about you.

And you have wine, great.
I do.

Great. How late am I?

Just a few minutes, really.
I just got here myself.

Traffic's bumper to bumper.
I was at the gun range.

Glynnis said you were a cartoonist.

Oh, yeah.

Well, what're you doing at a gun range?

Reading.

Get some more...
You need some more napkins.

So, you work with Glynnis.

For her, actually.
For her?

Oh, well...

My children are terrified of Glynnis.

Me, too.

So, the gun range?

We're... I'm working on...
Do you know the Zodiac?

Yeah.
I'm working with...

Do you know who
Paul Avery is?

Sounds kind of familiar.

He's the writer
that the Zodiac threatened.

Oh, yeah,
I saw that on TV.

Well, I work near him
and he's going down tonight

to track an anonymous tipster down in
Riverside.

Where is Riverside?

It's near L.A.

Oh, wow. I don't think Paul knows that
it's that far away.

Sounds kind of dangerous.

Yeah. How do you mean?

Well, you said it was
an anonymous tip, right?

Yeah.

So it could be an ambush.

I mean, it could be the Zodiac.

Don't you think it's kind of stupid?

Yeah, yeah.
Well, Paul has a gun.

So, do you know what's good here?

I've never been here before.

The pasta, spaghetti?

Are you ready to order yet?

Yeah, I'll have the penne vodka. But
could you do it in a cream sauce?

Of course.

Maybe give us another minute?

Do you have any change?

Oh, wait, no wait, hold on.

Nope. That's a penny.

Do you have to make a phone call?

Yeah, you know, when you were saying
that the Zodiac...

You know, when you said it was
dangerous, I just thought

that it is dangerous, and it's... Stupid?

Stupid.
And I just thought that

I should call his wife and just see if
she's heard from him.

I have some change.

Okay. Well, she said she'd call when she
heard from him.

Good.
Yeah.

Melanie, I should really go home and
wait for the call.

Is this some sleazy plan to get me to go
home with you?

What? No.

I'll get the food to go.

Hello!

Hi! I'm supposed to meet somebody here.

Anything?

You don't have to stay.

Are you kidding?

This is the most interesting date I've
ever had.

Paul?
Robert?

Yes.
You sitting down?

Yes.

You're not gonna believe this.

Dave!

In a bizarre twist,
the hunted has become hunter.

San Francisco Chronicle reporter and
Zodiac target Paul Avery

claims to have uncovered new information

regarding the only unsolved homicide in
Riverside County's history,

a 1966 Southern
California murder,

that Avery now believes was the Zodiac's
first victim.

What?

He didn't call you about this? Hang on!

The Riverside killer
wrote to the press letters

that I then took personally to the
Office of Questioned Documents.

And what did this expert tell you?

What I knew in my gut, Ron.

The handwriting matches Zodiac's.

How'd he get the evidence out of
Riverside?

He took it to Sherwood without telling
us, the son of a bitch.

You know how bad this looks?

Hey, how do we know
that this lead is real?

It's very real.
You know how I know?

Because I saw it on TV.

Dave.

Hi.

Dave, you know Mel Nicolai. He's working
the case for Justice.

Good to see you, Mel.

All due respect, can someone explain to me

why I'm reading about breaks in this case

in the Chronicle instead
of getting calls from you?

We got screwed.

Dave, come on.

You do get your name in the paper a lot.
People talk.

I don't ever talk about an open
investigation, period. Okay, Ken?

Dave? Hey. Hi.

Paul Avery. Can I catch a ride with you
gents when we get there?

Not a good idea, Paul.

He's gonna make me take a cab when we're
going to the same place.

Ladies and
gentlemen, thank you for choosing PSA.

Fair enough. Fair enough. Please take
your seats at this time.

Remember, smoking is
in the last six aisles only.

Enjoy your flight.

Cheri Jo Bates attended
Riverside Community College.

She studies in the library the night of
October 30th, 1966.

She leaves with an unidentified male at
closing, 9:00 p.m.

Her body's found the next morning in a
parking lot, stabbed to death.

A typewritten confession was sent to the
Riverside Press Enterprise

on November 29th,
a month after Bates's murder.

They ran it.

"I'm not sick. I am insane. But
that will not stop the game.

"This letter should be published for all
to read."

He wants to be published.
He calls it a game.

I mean, this could be our boy.

Six months later, the police, the girl's
father, and the paper,

they all received these.

Double postage, just like Zodiac.

These are what Sherwood Morrill matched
to the Zodiac letters?

These and the desktop. Don.

This was found a couple of months later
by a janitor in RCC storage.

Sherwood got a handwriting match off wood?

Who etches in their own handwriting?

To be honest with you,

our letters and your letters,
I don't see it.

How did Paul Avery get his hands on the
exemplars?

I gave them to him.

We talked on the phone the other day for
about an hour.

And I told him you were gonna be here.

You told him we were meeting?
Yeah.

I also told him we don't think this is
Zodiac.

Okay, wait a minute.

You don't think this is Zodiac?

We got a guy we like for it.

We don't have enough to pin it on him yet,

but we're pretty sure it's him.

If you don't think this is Zodiac, then
why give anything to Avery?

I'm trying to cooperate.

Oh, that's how you cooperate? By giving
information to reporters?

Look, I don't know about the handwriting,

but Sherwood says it's a match, right?

So, let's just say
that your guy did Cheri Jo.

He types the confession.

Zodiac reads it in the paper, and he
writes a letter taking credit for it.

Now, that's something he's done before.

Look, now you have everything we have.

But, in my opinion, you guys came south
for nothing.

FUBAR, gentlemen, FUBAR.

I don't care what he says.
This still could be Z.

The problem is the entire state already
thinks it is.

Well, there's your press agent. Talk to
him about it.

I come in peace.
I don't want any trouble.

I really don't want to talk to you right
now, Paul. Not now.

Just trying to do my job.

Oh, really? Well, now I can't do mine.

We're already screwed with the amount of
tips we got on this thing,

and you just freaked out the entire state.

I have got Napa, Vallejo, and DOJ looking
at me sideways

and Riverside's telling me
I'm on a snipe hunt!

Jesus. Hey, Cheri Jo Bates was a gift. I
gave that to you.

You and Armstrong
never would have found her.

This may not be Zodiac.
Does that matter to you?

What if it is? Does it matter that
Riverside may not

be able to make a case against their
suspect because of you?

Tell it to Sherwood. I'm out here,
beating the bushes,

trying to draw him out.
We're in this together.

No, we're not in anything together, Paul,

because I'm not interested
in upping my circulation.

Oh, boy. He wrote me.
He threatened my life.

Hey, Bullitt!

Been a year-and-a-half, you gonna catch
this fucking guy or not?

Go fuck yourself.

Happily.

You should have called me, Paul.

Thank you.

Did you see this?
Unfortunately, yes.

Here comes every lunatic in California.

I'm the Zodiac.

And how did you kill your victims?

With a gun.
No, with a hammer.

All I'm authorized to tell you

is that he's still under
government employment.

And who authorized you to tell me this?

That's all I'm authorized to say.

Only a little rat bastard like Andre

could have done something like cut off
all the victims' hands.

Zodiac didn't cut off
any of the victims' hands.

Are you sure?
Yes, sir.

Travis and I worked here
side by side for 10 years.

His foot gets crushed in an accident and
the killings begin.

Coincidence?
I don't know.

You're a cop, man.
Do the math.

Have you considered the killer might be
Paul Avery?

Frequently.

He was drinking Coors, getting a load on.

Starts talking about hunting people.

Like that book.

Says how you can put a light
at the end of a gun

to use as a sight in the dark.

He said that?
Yeah.

So I asked him, "How would you get away
with it?"

And he said, "It would be easy

" "cause there'd be no real motive to the
thing."

Then he said he'd write letters to the
police

and call himself Zodiac to mess with them.

Leigh liked messing with people.

You're positive he said "Zodiac"? Yeah.

I thought it was a stupid name. So I
told him.

He got up all upset and said,
"I don't care what you think.

"I've thought about it a long time and
that's the name I'm gonna use."

Did you feel like he'd been thinking
about it a long time?

He was raw about losing his job at the
school.

He talked about shooting out
the tires of a school bus

and picking off the little darlings.

He actually used those words?

That's what made me remember.

Afterwards, I told my wife
I didn't wanna see him again.

And I haven't since.

Other thing is,
Leigh's into skin diving.

I know he's been up to that lake a bunch
of times.

Lake Berryessa?

Did you ever go with him?

Couple times. We went fishing
by Putah Creek near there.

Tell him when you put it together.

About a year ago, in the paper, there
was a story about the Zodiac.

And it all comes back.

I tried to call the local cops.

They blew him off.
Thought he was a nut.

And you're sure the conversation you had
about Zodiac

took place on
January 1st, 1968?

It couldn't have been any later.

I started a new job
in L.A. on January 20th.

I had to move.

- This is my problem. This guy...
- Arthur Leigh Allen?

This guy, Leigh, just lays out his entire
evil plan

to a fishing buddy on New Year's Day?

I don't know. He's angry, he's been
drinking,

been thinking about it for a while. I
can buy that.

So why didn't Cheney contact us sooner?

I checked. He did.

First recorded contact with the police
department about Allen

was in Pomona.
January 10th, 1970.

He just got lost in the shuffle.

Did Cheney have anything against Allen?

Did Allen screw his wife or anything?

We're gonna do a full background check.

But I got to tell you,
I like this guy.

So, let's pull some handwriting samples.

Hi. I talked to Sherwood.
He got the samples.

What are you having?
BLT.

So, the check stubs are a wash. There's
not enough handwriting.

The application's got more,
but it doesn't look like Z's,

so he can't rule him in. But he can't
rule him out, either.

Well, that's vague.

He needs more samples.

Also, our guy is a pervert.

When Mel got the application from Valley
Springs,

they told him that Allen had been fired
for touching kids.

Touching?

Polite euphemism.

So what do you want to do?

Make some phone calls.

Are you done with the fries?

Go ahead.

Did you and Mr. Cheney have a chance

to look at the copies of the Zodiac
letters we sent you?

Yeah. Some of this stuff is pretty creepy.

Yeah, we know that.

I mean, creepy like Leigh.

He misspells words like that.
He thinks it's funny.

What about the handwriting?

I don't know. Don't you have experts for
that stuff?

Our man at Questioned Documents says
it's inconclusive.

Maybe he did it with his other hand.

The letters are a little too neat

for someone to have written
with the wrong hand.

But not for Leigh, right.

What do you mean?
He's ambidextrous.

He can write with either hand.
Didn't you guys know that?

In everyday life,
Allen uses his left hand.

Job applications, letters to friends, et
cetera.

But he writes the Zodiac letters with
his right hand

producing a different handwriting that
he can't be linked to.

We got to see this guy, Chief.

- Where is he?
- Vallejo.

He works at Union Oil in Pinole. His
brother's up there, too.

See them both.

Make sure you call Mulanax.
It is his backyard.

Oh, right, because that worked so well
for us in Riverside.

Cooperation, that's us, at all costs.

You can talk to him in here.

Coke machine's busted, by the way.

I'll go get him for you.

So how do you guys wanna do this?

Well, Bill talked to the informants. He
leads, we follow?

It's okay by me.

Mr. Allen, I'm
Inspector Bill Armstrong.

This is Inspector Dave Toschi
and Sergeant Jack Mulanax.

We're investigating the Zodiac murders in
San Francisco and Vallejo.

Please, sit down.

The informant notified us
that you made certain statements

11 months prior
to the first Zodiac murder.

If they're true,
they're quite incriminating.

Do you recall having any such
conversation?

No.
Have you ever read

or heard anything about the Zodiac?

When it was first in the paper.

But I didn't follow it
after those first reports.

Why not?

Too morbid. I...

I told all this to the other officer.

Which other officer?

From Vallejo.

Do you remember his name?

No, but it was right after
the murder at the lake.

And what did you tell this officer?

I told him that I'd gone to Salt Point
that weekend to skin dive.

That I was alone but I met a couple there.

I have their names at home if you want
them.

That would be great,
Arthur.

Leigh.
What?

Leigh. Nobody calls me Arthur.

Also, that day when I came home, my
neighbor saw me.

It was around 4:00. But I forgot to tell
the other officer that.

Neighbor's name?

Bill White.

He died a week or so afterwards.

Heart attack. So I didn't think to call
to follow up.

The knives I had in my car with the
blood on them,

that blood came from a chicken that I
killed for dinner.

What?

I had knives in my car that weekend.

Maybe Bill saw them and called the other
officer on me.

Well, we'll be checking in on that.

Well, let me ask you something else.

Were you ever in Southern California at
any time in 1966?

Is this about the Riverside killing?

Yes.

Well, I guess I was there around that
time.

I used to go down there a lot.

I like the auto races.

Informant says that you're ambidextrous?

No, that's untrue.

You can't write with both hands?

My teachers tried to make me when I was
a kid, but I couldn't.

I'm left-handed.

He also said that you made statements
about killing school children.

That is...

That is horrible. That is... That's a
horrible thing to say.

So, you weren't angry about being fired
from Valley Springs

for touching your students?

I'm not the Zodiac.

And if I was, I certainly wouldn't tell
you.

That's a nice watch.

Thank you.

May I see it?

May I see it?

Where'd you get it?

It was a Christmas gift
from my mother two years ago.

That's very sweet.

So, tell me something,
Arthur.

You don't remember anyone

you might have had a conversation with
regarding the Zodiac?

Maybe Ted Kidder or Phil Tucker at
Vallejo Recreation.

But I couldn't be positive.

I used to work there when...

Oh...

The Most Dangerous Game.

What?

The Most Dangerous Game. That's why
you're here, isn't it?

It was my favorite book in high school.

It's about this man who waits for people
to get shipwrecked on this island.

Because he was tired of hunting animals,

he hunted the people for the challenge.

And man is the most
dangerous animal of all?

That's the whole point of the story.

Great book.

Or, at least, that's what I told Phil.

May I go?

Sure.

Thanks for your time.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

I look forward to the day

when police officers are no longer
referred to as pigs.

Thanks.

We'll be in touch.

So does anyone think this suspect
warrants further investigation?

These are copies of some of
the Zodiac letters that were sent.

We'd like you to take a look at them.

You think my brother's the Zodiac.

Well, we're looking at him.

Are you going to arrest him?

Mrs. Allen, we don't arrest people just
because we're interested in them.

Well, Leigh's always been troubled.

Is it true about the children?

Unfortunately.

We don't see him much anymore since we
found out.

What are your feelings about Don Cheney?

Don Cheney?
My old roommate?

Was he the one who contacted you?

That's confidential.

Well, Don's a very reliable guy.

If he were to tell you something, I'd
believe it to be true.

This one.
What about it?

Here, where he spells
"Christmas" with two "S's."

We got a Christmas card from Leigh a
couple years ago.

He spelled it the exact same way.
Christ-mass.

Would you still have that?

I can look for it.

Thank you.
That'd be great.

Is there anything else we can do to help?

The brother said he would search
Leigh's apartment

next time he went out of town.

That gets you around a warrant. For the
time being.

If we do find something, Mulanax will go
to the DA in Vallejo,

and we could search the place properly.

Now I got a chance to talk to the cop

who interviewed Leigh Allen two days
after the Berryessa murders.

Doesn't remember how he got onto him,

but didn't think he looked like a killer
so he didn't like him for Z.

But you do?

I wish I could've taken the guy in there.

Take it slow, Dave. Try and find more
stuff for Sherwood.

A match'll get us farther on the warrants.

Avery's on two.

Tell him to screw.

You want me to communicate that verbatim
or can I spice it up a little?

This suspect is not your Zodiac.

This sample matches the canceled checks
and the application?

Mmm-hmm.
Perfectly.

So we've just retested the left hand. I
mean, we know he's ambidextrous.

In 38 years, I've never seen anyone that
ambidextrous.

Both hands would have commonalities.

I'm sorry.

Just not gonna work.

Homicide, Toschi.

Dave, it's Jack Mulanax.

Hey. Mulanax. Yeah.

We struck out with the judge.

He won't sign off on a warrant for
Allen's house.

Why not?
Said it wasn't enough.

Now, unless we bring him a handwriting
match or some evidence that...

How are we gonna get evidence
if we can't toss the house?

I don't know.

I truly am sorry.

No, no. Thank you, Jack.

What do you wanna do?

Don't know what I can do without
Vallejo.

We need Allen's right hand. We can't get
it without a warrant.

Are there other guys
you should be looking at?

Only, what?

Twenty-three hundred?

Okay, then.

Okay, then.

Paul, you wrote the Justice Department

asking to be put in charge
of the Zodiac investigation?

I merely suggested...

On our letterhead?

that those with intimate knowledge of
the case

create an information clearinghouse

to promote an exchange
and free flow of ideas.

And that you run it.

Well, who better than me?

The marked man.

Paul, if you want to work here, I need
three things.

One, stop boozing.

Two, stop doing whatever else it is
you're doing.

And three, cut this nonsense out.

Sweetest of Templetons, if at any time

you feel my excellent work is no longer
in step with this trashy provincial rag,

I'll more than happily...

More than happily
decamp for greener pastures.

Paul, I mean it!

Paul?
Yep.

What was that?

Uh...
An editorial tete-a-tete.

Wanna grab a drink?

It's 10:00 in the morning.

Late breakfast?

Early lunch, or...
Paul.

Are you okay?

No.

Thank you for asking.

Shorty!
Let's go out for one.

Paul, where are you going?

So, you moved off my brother-in-law?

We couldn't get a warrant.

Last year we arranged for Leigh to get
help from a social worker.

He only went twice.

We saw him recently for the first time in
nine months.

My mother-in-law brought him by to see
the new baby.

After he left, I went to see that social
worker.

He couldn't talk about a former patient,
so I just asked him straight out

if he thought Leigh was capable of
killing people.

Because of patient confidentiality...

The man said yes.

Why hadn't you seen him in nine months?

He's going to school in Santa Rosa.

Santa Rosa?
Where is he living?

In his trailer.

In Santa Rosa?
Sonoma County.

We wouldn't have to go
through the Vallejo DA.

It's been 11 months
since you talked to this guy,

and now you wanna search his trailer?

If we find something, great.

If not, we get his prints and
handwriting samples from both hands.

I thought Sherwood shut you down.

What if I can get a second opinion?

I don't wanna step on Sherwood's toes. He
trained me at this.

Terry, all I need to know is if the
suspect is ambidextrous.

Could he possibly have written those
letters with his other hand?

Between you and me?

Because there are differing
schools of thought on this.

Get the samples of his other hand.

If he's the Zodiac, you'll get a match.

That's the current thinking,
according to Terry Pascoe.

Meanwhile, I spoke to a psychologist
who'd be willing to testify

that someone who undergoes a personality
change like Zodiac

would manifest it physically,
altering his handwriting.

Which is why Sherwood couldn't get a
match from Allen's samples.

We got Terry Pascoe, this psychology guy,

coupled with Cheney...

It could be enough for a warrant.

Get Cheney on the record.

"And shoot the kiddies
as they came bouncing out.

"And that he would call himself Zodiac."

Yes.

And you're willing to swear to this,
under oath, in Superior Court?

Without any hesitation.

Thank you very much, Mr. Cheney. Thank
you very much for your time.

Thank you.

Well, looks like you got your man.

Mr. Allen?

This is the
Santa Rosa Police Department.

We have a warrant
to search your residence.

Hello?

I'll check with the neighbors.

Close the door.

Close the door, there's rodents running
around.

Neighbor said he tore out of here about
a half-hour ago.

You think somebody tipped him?

We're not leaving till he comes back.

I'll check the back.

Jesus.

What?
Squirrels.

Piece of work, this guy.

Not one, but two blue windbreakers.

Like the Stine scene?

We'll have those checked for blood.

And a pair of black gloves.

Men's seven, just like the ones we found
in the cab.

Well, he's got the same size shoes and
gloves as Z.

Probably just a coincidence.

Dave, I got a gun.
Check that. Two guns.

They're both .22s. One automatic, one
revolver.

Well, that's interesting.

Because he happens to have an M-1 rifle
here in the closet.

For little darlings bouncing off buses.

Someone's here.

Hello, Arthur.
Remember us?

No.

On the handwriting?

Ballistics, no match. Prints, no match.
Writing, no match.

On both hands, right?

Because we got handwriting
from both his hands.

And neither hand matches.

Forget Sherwood.
Let's get another opinion.

Fellas, he's not your guy.

Damn it.

Hey.

What do you want?
Time off?

A hug?

Do you know what
the worst part of this is?

I can't tell if I wanted it
to be Allen so bad

because I actually thought it was him,

or I just want all this to be over.

It's because you thought it was him.

And I did, too.

You know what?
Take some time off.

Spend some time with your wife and the
kids.

Go to Candlestick.
See a movie.

"To the city of San Francisco,
I will enjoy killing one person every day

"until you pay me $100,000.

"If you agree, say so tomorrow morning

"in the personal column
San Francisco Chronicle,

"and I will set up meeting.

"If I do not hear from you,

"it will be my next pleasure to kill a
Catholic priest or a...

"Scorpio."

Who's out of their minds?

I've got to get out of here.

Where the hell does he expect me to find
$100,000?

You're not thinking of paying him,
are you, Mr. Mayor?

The city of San Francisco does not pay
criminals not to commit a crime.

The killer gets shot in the chest.

That's how it ends.

Do I know you?

I'm, uh, Robert Graysmith. I work at the
Chronicle with Paul Avery.

Dave Toschi.
Nice to meet you.

Dave! That Harry Callahan did a hell of
a job with your case.

Yeah. No need for due process, right?

What do you do at the Chronicle? I'm a
cartoonist.

That's nice.

You're gonna catch him.

Pal, they're already
making movies about it.

Hi. We haven't met.

I'm Robert Graysmith.

I'm Duffy Jennings.

Nice to meet you.

Good to meet you, man.

You got a great desk.

Guy who used to work here
was a great reporter.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, I'm sure he was.

I mean, it's a honor
to leave the Chronicle

and go work for the Sacramento Bee.

Dare to dream, right, Robert?

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

I'm just right down there
at the Art department

if you need anything, Duffy.
Yeah.

You sure you don't want the car, Bill?

It's your turn.

You could just drop me off at my place
and take the car.

You should keep the car.

Yeah?

I'm not coming in tomorrow.

Why? What's up?

I'm done.

I put in for a transfer.

Where?

Looking at Fraud.

I can't be on call anymore.

I wanna see these kids grow up.

Hey, good for you, Bill.

You'll be okay.

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Hey,

I'm not leaving you holding the bag on
anything, am I?

No.

Okay.

Hey, you know what?

Maybe you'll have a chance to try your
Japanese food, the raw stuff.

Yeah.

I'm not Paul Avery.

The boys need to be tucked in, please,
and the baby needs changing.

I'll flip you for it.

You wish.

Nobody has more Zodiac crap than you do.

Are you kidding me?

Hi, Paul.

Permission to come aboard.

It's right there.

Anyway, you got shoes on.
This is perfect right here.

That's the one.
Okay.

See that? Mesmerizing.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

My own kids would kill me for one of
those.

How are you?

Fantastic.

I mean, admittedly,

the Bee ain't exactly the Chron, but fuck
it, right?

Do you want a drink? I don't have
anything blue, but I got...

Don't worry about that.
Don't worry about it.

It's no bother at all. Nobody comes by
from the old days.

Cheers.

To your health and mine.

Mostly mine.

So, um,

what's new?

I've been thinking.
Yeah.

Somebody should write a book.

Somebody should write a fucking book,
that's for sure.

About what?

About Zodiac.

It's not new.

I've been thinking that if you put all
the information together,

maybe you could jog something loose.

And then I was thinking that nobody
knows the case better than you.

Yeah. That's true.

You know all the players,
and you have all the files.

Lost them.

You lost them?

Or I tossed them. I don't know. I moved
onto a boat.

You know that we work
in the daily business, right?

As in, today.

What do you think we were doing back then?

Do you know that more people die in the
East Bay commute

every three months
than that idiot ever killed?

He offed a few citizens,

he wrote a few letters,
and he faded into a footnote.

Not that I haven't been sitting here idly

waiting for you to drop by and
reinvigorate my sense of purpose.

It was four years ago.
Let it fucking go.

You're wrong.
It was important.

Then, what did you ever do about it?

If it was so fucking important, what did
you ever do?

You hovered over my desk,
you stole from wastebaskets.

Am I being unkind?

Oh, that's right, I forgot.

You went to the library.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

Hey, hi.
Hi.

Where you been?

The library.

Thank you!

Inspector Toschi?

Yeah?
One moment, please.

Hi.
Hi.

We met at the movies once.

It must have been magical.

I'm Robert Graysmith.
I work at the Chronicle.

I was wondering if I could buy you lunch.

Sure, why not?

So, you're a friend of Paul Avery's?

He's actually the reason I'm here.

I wanted to ask you about Zodiac.

Well, I appreciate the interest, but we
don't discuss open cases.

Oh, well, what's going on
with it, day to day?

We're actively pursuing all leads.

And you're the only one on it, right?

Mr. Graysmith,

Zodiac hasn't written in three years.

You know how many murders we've had in
San Francisco since then?

No.
Over 200.

That's a lot of dead people and grieving
families that need our help.

So, nobody cares.

Excuse me? I care.

Okay. Can I show you something?

I've been doing research
on the first cipher.

Everything an amateur
would need to create it

can be found in these books.

Now, I started thinking that if you can
track these books,

then maybe you can track the man.

So, I remember you thought
that, uh, Zodiac was military,

so I went to every base library and I
got a list of every person

who's ever checked out these books and
that's when I found this.

Missing.
It means they were stolen.

So, almost every book on ciphers was
stolen from the Presidio Library?

And the Oakland
Army Terminal Library.

Somebody didn't want a record of ever
having checked out these books.

Who are you again?

I just wanna help.

I can't allow you to help.

I can't discuss the case with you.

I can't give you information, and I
certainly couldn't tell you

to go see Ken Narlow in Napa.

N-A-R-L-O-W.

I'm sorry, Mr. Graysmith, but we don't
cooperate with writers.

Well, I'm not a writer,
I'm a cartoonist.

And Dave Toschi sent you?
Yes.

Why?
Maybe he...

Maybe he thought
that I could do some good.

What are you, some kind of boy scout?

Eagle Scout, actually, first class.

Well, if you wanna do this,
don't let me stop you.

Better start with Vallejo,
Jack Mulanax.

I understand what you're trying to do.

But this is an open police investigation.

I'm a friend of
Dave Toschi's.

And he said that
you might be able to help.

I mean, the case is dead.
Zodiac's long gone.

He's yesterday's news, right?

That's what they say.

So, what's the harm?

No pens, no paper.

Anything that you see that's relevant,
you got to remember in your head.

Okay.

Okay, here we go.

Which one?

All of them.

And there's more in the next room.

They're all marked with these numbers.

243-146.

You don't smoke, do you?

Once.
In high school.

What's this?

Thank you.

Man, you really creeped us out.

"Nine millimeter.

"Said nothing and began firing."

"Most Dangerous Game.

"Do not eliminate this suspect because
of handwriting.

"Not because of handwriting.

"Darlene's sister, Linda.

"It was all just deep breathing. George.

"It was a strange man.
George. Strange man."

Thank you so much.

Oh, briefcase. Oh, thanks.

Hey, Jack.

Hey, Bawart.

Who's that?
That's Graysmith.

Some cartoonist. Thinks he's gonna solve
the Zodiac.

Well, good for him.

Thank you for meeting me, Inspector. No.
We're not meeting, Robert.

We're just two guys
who happen to be sitting

on the same bench at the same time.

I've got five minutes. I've got to get
back to the Hall.

Okay. Um, as far as you know,
did anyone ever get in touch

with Mike Mageau during your investigation

and show him suspect photos?
Why?

Well, he's the only surviving victim who
ever saw Zodiac without a mask.

No, I mean, why are you asking me?

Mageau and Darlene, that's Vallejo's case.

Paul Stine is mine.
You've got four minutes now.

Uh, Darlene Ferrin was being followed.

Now, I know Mulanax says that they
already found this guy,

a George Waters?

But he also said that she had a lot of
admirers

who would come to the restaurant where
she worked.

She was popular.
Very.

Yeah. So...

She and her husband, they move into their
new house,

and one night they throw
this painting party.

And what's a painting party?

It's a party where people come and help
you paint.

Sounds like a terrible party.

Well, supposedly, somebody who's not
Waters shows up.

And Darlene is terrified of him.

So you think that
Darlene knew Zodiac?

And if Zodiac knew Darlene, then maybe
Mageau knows Zodiac.

Maybe. But Mageau's gone.

So if you wanna connect
Darlene to Zodiac,

you're gonna have to find another way.

I have another way.

Phone calls the night of Darlene's murder.

Yeah, Zodiac called the police.

No, Dave, there were four other calls.

There were two to
Darlene's house,

one to Darlene's brother-in-law,

and one to
Darlene's father-in-law.

Just heavy breathing.

They started around, um, 1:30 a.m.,

and this was before anyone in the family
knew that Darlene had been shot.

This was in the Vallejo files?

Yeah.

God damn it.

It's got to be more than just a
coincidence, right?

I mean, somebody doesn't just randomly
prank phone call a victim's entire family

90 minutes after they were shot.

So, either Zodiac shoots a random couple,

then he recognizes Darlene...

Or Darlene was shot on purpose.

Either way, Zodiac had to have known
Darlene.

That's good, Robert.

So, I can't find Mageau, so, uh, maybe I
can find Darlene's sister.

And maybe she can tell me
who this mystery man is.

Try that. I've got to go.
She's very cute.

You know,

it's interesting that you should mention
Zodiac calling people at home.

He did that in
San Francisco once.

What? Who did he call?

I can't tell you. That's
privileged information.

But maybe Melvin Belli could.

Melvin Belli.

How do I get to
Melvin Belli?

He should be along soon.

Oh, that's all right.

I've really... I've only been waiting
two hours, so...

He's usually not this late.

Oh, cookies. Thank you.
These look great.

You are here on business?

I'm writing a book about the Zodiac.

I remember that.
I spoke to him.

You mean to Mr. Belli about the case?

No, to the Zodiac when he called.

He said he had to kill
because it was his birthday.

He said it... Wait.
He said it was his birthday?

Yes. You want something to drink?

Uh... When was this?

Oh, so many years ago.

Mr. Belli was away for Christmas.

Gone for a week.

The Zodiac called, wanting to talk to him.

I said, "He is not here."

He said, "I have to kill.
Today is my birthday."

And then he hangs up.

Then the letter arrived.

So, the call came before the letter of
December 20th.

Mr. Belli was gone for a week?

He came back on Christmas.
Not a good day to work.

So, he left on the 18th.

Is that helpful?

She said it was his birthday.

Well, you'd have to confirm
that, now wouldn't you?

How?

Well, I never spoke to her,
but maybe my partner did.

How do I get a hold of him?

You don't.
Bill wanted out of this.

As far as I'm concerned,
he should stay out.

How do I confirm it?

Well, if my partner did talk to someone
from Justice,

then they would've had
to put that in a report.

That's standard procedure.

Okay.

Mel Nicolai.

Thank you.
Goodbye.

I just need to confirm a date.

Mr. Graysmith...
I've narrowed it down

between the 18th and the 20th of
December, and I just need...

Okay, I'll play. Let's say this phone
call did take place.

Let's say it really was Zodiac.

Why would he volunteer
the day he was born?

Plus, nobody died on December 18th,

just like nobody died over the weekend

when he was gonna kill a dozen people,

or when he was gonna shoot school kids or
blow up buses.

He's a liar,
Mr. Graysmith.

What if he made a mistake?

What if he wasn't lying? What if it was
him on the phone?

He didn't expect to pick it up, a nice
person to pick up.

What if? What if?
What if?

Look, off the record, Bill Armstrong
checked this out.

We took this very seriously.

None of the suspects had the same
birthday as this phantom caller.

Bill Armstrong.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

You're looking in the wrong place.

Handwriting, fingerprints, that's what
this whole thing's about.

Stick to the evidence.

Hi.

Hey. How was your day?

Long.

Who's Sherwood Morrill?

He's a handwriting expert in Sacramento.

He called.

He said he can meet you
tomorrow morning at 7:00.

Oh, great.

So you're taking off work?

Uh, just an hour.

Sacramento's two hours away.

Really?
Yes.

What's this?

Oh, that's, uh, that article.

"Robert Graysmith has quietly been
shopping his book about the Zodiac."

Yeah.

It talks all about you researching Zodiac.

Well, that's what the article's about.

I'm not so sure that's something we want
people to know about.

Why? Are you embarrassed?

Robert, what's the one thing
we know about Zodiac?

He reads the Chronicle.

Yeah, but he's never gonna read Herb Caen.

Hello.

Mr. Graysmith?

The Robert Graysmith
mentioned in the paper today?

Yeah?

I can tell you who the Zodiac is.

Who is this?

The Zodiac Killer is obsessed with movies.

He recorded his murders on film.

I tried to tell the police, but they
wouldn't follow through on it.

There's a man you need to find.

His name is Bob Vaughn.

Pen, pen.
V-A-U-G-H-N.

He's a friend of the Zodiac's.

Mr. Vaughn does not know
his friend is a killer,

and he is storing
some film canisters for him.

In these canisters is the evidence.

Okay, yeah, friend?
Who is this friend?

You have quite enough to get started.

Oh, please.

The Zodiac's name is Rick Marshall.

Your toast is burning.

We choose at some point in our lives

how to physically construct each letter.

Once we lock that into our brains,

our handwriting may change over the years,

but the moves themselves remain unaltered.

Understand?
Yes.

Except Zodiac's doesn't.

Specifically with his "K."

In his first letters, he executed the
"K" with two strokes.

Later letters, he did them with three.

Why?

We don't know.

Uh, excuse me,
I've got to spray this.

How many suspects were cleared through
handwriting?

All of them.

Also the print in the cab.
No match was ever found.

Is there any way that someone could beat
a handwriting test?

No.

Whoever the Zodiac is,
he's not someone I cleared.

About a month ago, a man showed up on my
doorstep very distraught.

Uh, his name was Wallace Penny.

He said he knew who the Zodiac was.

Gave me a name. Um...

Rick. Rick somebody.

Rick Marshall?

Yeah.

I think that the man who you talked to
called me, too.

After he left, then I checked my files.

I never cleared a Rick Marshall.

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

It's a wrong number.

Does the name Rick Marshall
mean anything to you?

What are you after?

What do you got?

Hypothetically, you just named my
favorite suspect in the whole case.

This is off the record.

Couple years back, I was trying to get
Marshall's prints.

I handed him a photo.

He looks at it. He's about to give it
back and he stops and he says,

"My goodness, I got fingerprints all
over this."

And he wipes them off.

Why didn't you test him for handwriting?

Because when they finally
did run his prints,

they cleared him against the one in
Stine's cab.

So, then, it's not him.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

No. What do you mean?

Zodiac left gloves behind at the scene.

If he had the foresight
to bring gloves with him,

how the hell's he gonna accidentally
leave a print behind?

But it was in the victim's blood.

Could have been one of the bystanders,

or a cop just reaches out,
boom, false print.

Yeah, but that print
disqualified 2,500 suspects.

Which is why we also used handwriting.

But not for Rick Marshall.

SFPD saw a handwritten sign
in the window of his house.

Decided it looked nothing like the Z
letters, so they just moved on.

How do they know that Rick Marshall wrote
the sign?

My thoughts exactly.

Rick Marshall was a Navy man.

He received code training.

He was also a projectionist
at a silent film theater.

Well, then, how do I get copies of Rick
Marshall's handwriting?

Three ways. One, get a warrant, which
you can't.

Two, get him to volunteer, which he won't.

Yeah, and three?

Get creative.

I don't know what to tell you.
You get it, I'll analyze it.

Beyond that, you're on your own.

Okay, what about
the guy who came to see you,

the one who called me?

You mean Wallace Penny?

Yeah. Did he leave a number?

Hello?

Hi, this is Robert Graysmith.

How did you find me?

I need a sample of Rick Marshall's
handwriting.

I told you. Vaughn is who...

Mr. Penny, if Rick Marshall is the
Zodiac,

I need a sample of his handwriting to
confirm it.

Can you help me or not?

Rick used to draw movie posters for the
theater Vaughn worked at.

I'll send one down.
Thank you.

I'll need to see more samples.

Yeah, but is it...

It's as close as
I've ever seen.

We have to tread lightly here.

We're talking about implicating this man
as the Zodiac.

I can get more. I'll just find Vaughn and
I'll track down Linda.

I mean,
Linda is Darlene's sister.

I've been to the DMV,
and I talked to her parents,

but still, nobody knows where to find her.

Mr. Graysmith, most of the writing
matches the exemplar.

In a way, though, it's the part that
doesn't match that scares me the most.

What do you mean?

Well, on the poster,

the one letter that absolutely,
positively does not match

is the letter "K."

You wouldn't happen to have any animal
crackers in there, would you?

Unit Five. Toschi
needs to call in on a landline.

Dispatch.

Hey. Dave Toschi.

I'll connect you.

Dave?
Yeah. What's up?

Jennings here from the Chronicle.

It came in this morning and you need to
see it right now.

See what?

The new Zodiac letter.
And it mentions you.

Okay, okay.

Shit.
All right, come on.

Hall of Justice!

Now! Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on!

Dave!

Do you have it with you?

"This is the Zodiac speaking.
I'm back with you.

"Tell Herb Caen I am here,
I have always been here.

"That city pig Toschi is good, but I am
smarter and better.

"He will get tired, then leave me alone.

"I'm waiting for a good movie about me.
Who will play me?

"I'm now in control of all things."

These guys are from Internal Affairs.

We need to talk.

Good evening.
Our top story tonight,

the San Francisco Police Department has
confirmed

that the man who calls himself the
Zodiac

and terrorized the Bay Area has broken
his silence of 51 months.

In a letter claiming,
"I am back with you,"

the Zodiac makes no overt threats
against the citizenry,

and muses that his life and times would
make the best movie script yet.

These carrots are perfect.

The terse 66 word message also manages...

Just go.

to mention San Francisco Chronicle
columnist Herb Caen

and the Department's own
David Toschi by name.

May I be excused?
Are they targets?

Fine, but you have to come back

and finish at least half
of what's on that plate.

More team coverage on
the cipher slayer's return...

- Okay?
- Okay.

begins as
Alan Freeman has more.

Thank you, Eric.

San Francisco Chronicle columnist
Armistead Maupin says

that he thinks not only
is this new letter a forgery,

but it was written by the very man

trusted to hunt down this killer,
David Toschi.

Maupin, a very well-respected author,
has gone on record saying

that he believes
Toschi wrote the letter

to drum up publicity for himself.

Maupin used David
as a character in his column.

David got a kick out of it

and so he wrote
a couple of anonymous letters

asking for the character
to be brought back.

It was like writing fan mail to himself.
That's all.

But David did not write that letter.

No, I'm sure that he didn't. And I'm
sure that this will all blow over.

Blow over?

They kicked him out of Homicide.

They made him give his handwriting like
some common criminal.

May I talk to him?

No.

Okay, can you just ask him

if he ever investigated
a man named Rick Marshall?

Is that all you can think about?

Mr. Graysmith, Maupin works at your
paper. We trust...

This girl, she wants music lessons?

Dave! Dave!

I'll catch up to you.

You stop calling my house.
Do you understand me?

I just need your help to find Linda.

Jesus.
Look, two seconds.

Look, we've been
running handwriting samples.

Who's we?

Sherwood and I.

Sherwood?

Sherwood who was fired
from Questioned Documents?

Sherwood who drinks like Paul Avery now?

He retired.

Is that what he told you?

What, are you saying he's wrong?

I'm saying stop calling my house.

We ran them on Rick Marshall.
No, Robert.

No, I know you don't think it's him.

I mean, no, I am not having this
conversation.

But I think that Marshall knew Darlene,
and I can't talk to Mageau or Linda,

so I'm gonna talk to Bob Vaughn.

Robert. Robert, stop it!
What?

Okay, the Rick Marshalls of this world
will suck you dry.

They're blind alleys.

But he said he wasn't gonna announce his
murders anymore, Dave.

He was just gonna do them.

Do you know what the chances of us
arresting someone are now?

Too much time has gone by, okay? Too
much of the evidence is lost.

People get old, Robert.
They forget.

Now, I have been a cop for 25 years.
Murder police for 12.

What do you do for a living?

You know what I do for a living.

You're a cartoonist.

So what are you saying?

I am saying Zodiac was my job. It is not
yours.

He's still out there, Dave.

No, Robert. I am through with this. I am
through with you.

What about
September 26, 1970?

Okay, which one was that?

The Lake Tahoe nurse goes missing.

One day before the vernal equinox.

Dad?
Yeah. Mark that.

Oh. Got another one.
June 19th, 1971.

That's got to be near the summer solstice.

Oh, guys.

Don't tell Mom about
our special project, okay?

How come you and Mom don't sleep in the
same bed anymore?

Hello.

Mr. Graysmith, it's Ken Narlow from Napa.

Oh, Captain Narlow. Um, thank you for
calling me, uh, back. Um...

Yeah. How can I help?

I called you because we've
been cross-referencing lunar cycles

with the Zodiac's timeline.

More often than not, each cycle since
'69 corresponds with an attack

or with one of the letters,
or an unsolved homicide.

Who's working with you on this?

Uh, some colleagues.

Dad?

Uh, Ken, can you hold on one second?

Dad?

What is it? What's this?

In the decade since the
Zodiac's last cipher was received,

every federal agency has taken a crack
at decoding it.

But today, where those agencies had
failed,

a cartoonist has succeeded.

How did you do it?

Oh, uh, just a lot of
books from the library,

and I, uh, love puzzles, so I just...

Yeah. The fucking library.

I believe that you can accomplish
anything that you put your mind...

That's a "J"?
Okay. Honor Camp?

Thank you so much.

Hey, we found Linda. She's in jail. Isn't
that great?

Why'd you do it?

Because she'll be able to identify Rick...

What are you talking about?

You went on TV.

You put yourself out there for him to see.

Oh, hon, you're being paranoid.

Then who's been calling our house in the
middle of the night

at least once a week?

Nobody.

What's it gonna take
for you to be done with this?

I can't talk about this now.
I have to go see Bob Vaughn.

Well, that's too bad, because we're gonna
talk about this.

And when is it gonna be finished?

When you catch him?
When you arrest him?

Be serious.

I am serious.

I... I need to know who he is.

I... I need to stand there,

I need to look him in the eye and I need
to know that it's him.

Is that more important
than your family's safety?

Of course not.

Why? Why do you need to do this?

Why?

Because nobody else will.

That's not good enough.

Are you done?
Can I go?

Mr. Vaughn?

Mr. Graysmith?

Yes.
Hi.

You needed to speak to me?

Yes. There's a coffee shop
right on the corner.

Why don't we just go to my home?

Oh, I don't wanna put you out.

It's no trouble at all.

Where are you parked?

Uh, just right there.

You can follow me.

Oh. Okay.

Watch your step.

Come in.

Very nice house.

Oh, thank you.

It's very rustic.

Can I take your jacket?

Um, no, thank you,
I'm fine.

Okay. This way, please.

Have a seat.
Thank you.

How about some tea?

Oh, no, I'm all right.

You sure?
Yes.

I wanted to ask you, uh, about a film
that the Avenue may have played

while you were the organist there.

The Most Dangerous Game?

Oh, it's a classic.
RKO. 1932.

Fay Wray, Joel McCrea, Leslie Banks.
We've run that picture many times.

In '68, '69?

Hmm, I'd have to check my records. Why?

Do you remember the Zodiac?

This is about Rick Marshall, isn't it?

He was a projectionist there, right?

For a time, yes.

But I have no occasion to correspond with
him these days.

Okay. Well, there is a connection

between one of the Zodiac attacks and
that film.

You mean the symbol?

Hold on.

The Zodiac symbol on film.
It's on the countdown.

It's trimmed off each reel
before it's shown,

but it always arrives with it.

Right there.

The first time I saw it in the papers, I
thought about that.

We got a tip

that Rick left a film canister here that
he told you never to open.

A tip about a mysterious film canister?

Is it true?

Yes.

Did you open it?

No.

May I see it?

Rick took it back in 1972.

This tip is how you got it in your head
that Rick is the Zodiac?

That and the poster.

The poster?

The poster that Rick drew.

The handwriting is the closest that we
have ever come to a match.

Rick didn't draw any posters.

No, he drew this one.

Mr. Graysmith,
I do the posters myself.

That's my handwriting.

I won't... I won't take
any more of your time.

Why don't I just go and find out when we
played that film?

Oh, that's all right.

It's not a problem. They're just down in
the basement.

Not many people have basements in
California.

I do.

You coming,
Mr. Graysmith?

The original studio one-sheets, I always
kept for myself.

The cheapo knock-offs
like you brought today

I end up tossing into the back alley.

'69.

You live alone?

Uh-huh. Most Dangerous Game ran
in May '69.

So, that would be about

nine weeks before the first Zodiac
letter, correct?

Uh, yeah.

Do you think he saw the film in our
theater and was inspired?

Are you sure there's nobody else in the
house?

Would you like to go upstairs and check?

No.

Thank you.
Thanks for everything.

You're welcome.

It's locked.

Thank you.

Good night,
Mr. Graysmith!

Two killers. Got to be two killers. One
has the...

Guys?

You've got five minutes.

Linda?

Hi, I'm Robert.

Did you get my note?

What's this about?

Zodiac.

Figures.

You got the look.

What look?

I didn't mean anything.

Tell me about this painting party.

I told the cops about that so long ago.

Darlene always had a lot of boys around,

even though she was married.

And this one guy was weird, though.

He, um, used to bring her presents from
Tijuana and...

I don't know why she was friends with him.

She once told me he'd killed somebody.

Really?

Yeah, I think maybe
when he was in the service.

Navy?
I think so.

Was he into movies?
Was he a movie buff?

I can tell you that
he was not into people.

The party Darlene threw,

people were supposed to just show up and
drink beer, help paint.

But this guy showed up in a suit,

and just sat in a chair all by himself
all night long.

Didn't talk to anyone.

And Darlene told me to stay away from him.

She was scared of him.

And a couple of weeks later, she was dead.

I'm sorry. Do you remember his name?

I mean, it was short,
like a nickname, like Stan.

Rick?

No, I don't think so.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

How can you be sure? It was a long time
ago. Think hard.

I am thinking hard.

It was Rick.

No, it wasn't.

It was Rick.
It was Rick Marshall.

No.

Just say it!

It wasn't Rick.

It was Leigh.

Leigh?

Yeah, Leigh.

Sounds right.

Officer! I need you to let me in.

Is this an emergency?

No, I just need to see one file.

No, you need to come back
tomorrow morning.

One file, just for one second. 8:00
a.m., when we're open.

Sergeant!
Sergeant Mulanax!

Sergeant, I just need to see one file!

Just give me five minutes.
I know exactly where it is.

Please!

I shouldn't be talking to you.

You got five minutes.
Okay.

Here. Here.

Linda states that some of Darlene's
closest friends are Leigh,

who used to bring Darlene
presents from Tijuana.

So what?
He knew her.

Linda said Leigh.
This is Leigh.

No. That's just one name in a file that
contains hundreds.

It's nothing.

Dave Toschi...

Agrees with me.

Our investigation
into this subject is over.

I'm sorry.

Uh-oh.

Hello.

Who's there?

You didn't return my calls.

Oh, I've been kind of busy.

Yeah. I can see that.

How's the book coming?

I tried to send you these.

I called the Chron.

Well, I'm not a cartoonist anymore, so...

I heard.

When's the last time you ate something?

Nothing makes sense anymore.

Did it ever?

Yeah, it did.

Robert, it was just the date that didn't
end.

You don't mean that.

A little.

The kids miss you.

I can't have them see me like this.

Neither can I.

So, do whatever you have to,

but finish this.

Dave!

Dave! It's Robert!

Dave!
Is he actually here?

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm calling SFPD.
Where's my gun?

Dave!

Robert! Go away!

Dave! He made a mistake!

Get away from the window.
I'll meet you around front.

No, you won't.

You have to hear this!

No, I don't, Robert!

The birthday was the one time that he
was weak!

The one time that he gave something away!

Robert,
I am calling the police.

It's Arthur Leigh Allen!

Where did you get that name?

He called the Bellis' house.

December '69. "I need to kill. Today's
my birthday."

It was his birthday.

Arthur Leigh Allen was born on December
18th.

Get in here.

Here you go.

Thanks.

He wrote me, you know?

2,500 suspects,

the only one who ever wrote me a letter
was Leigh Allen.

They like to help, you know, sometimes.

Yes, Robert, I know.

He was arrested January 1975 for
molestation.

He sent me that when he got out.

"Dear Dave, if I can ever be of any help
to you, just let me know.

"I'm sorry I wasn't your man."

And it's typewritten.

Using a typewriter is not a crime.

And he knew Darlene.

It's in the Vallejo files.

Mulanax said that he was your favorite
suspect.

That you spent two years on him,

and that nobody ever came close.

All the evidence said no.

Sherwood disqualified his handwriting.

The same Sherwood that drinks like Paul
Avery now?

Yes, you have Sherwood Morrill in
writing saying,

"I'm sorry, this just won't work."

- But you also have Terry Pascoe...
- His protege.

Yeah, fine, it's his protege,

but he's a handwriting expert
nonetheless, and he's saying,

"Do not disqualify this suspect on the
basis of handwriting."

So the two cancel each other out. No,
they don't.

It was Sherwood's case.

He was the head of Questioned Documents.

If it went to trial,

all the defense would have to do is call
Sherwood to the stand.

And there was no way of getting Allen
into court in the first place,

because there was no evidence, Robert.

What do you mean, there's no evidence?

You have him seen with the ciphers.

The military boot prints. The same size
shoes and gloves.

The Most Dangerous Game.
The Zodiac watch.

The background with school children.

The misspellings of Christ-mass. The
bloody knives.

All circumstantial.

Paul Stine's shirt, his wallet, his keys.

We should have found one of those things
in that trailer.

We didn't.
That's...

Okay. Catherine Allen states that

"Leigh cleaned out his trailer on Friday
after work

"and moved it to Santa Rosa on Saturday,
August 7th, 1971."

You interviewed him at the refinery on
August 4th.

Yeah. So, he's cleaning out his trailer,

he's moving into a different county 48
hours after you interviewed him?

Okay. Okay. Look at the stuff side by
side, Dave.

All right.

Okay, Arthur Leigh Allen and the Zodiac,
their timelines.

When was the first murder in Vallejo?

Christmas, 1968.

Eight months before that, Allen is fired
for molesting his students

and his family discovers
that he's a pedophile.

Now, when do the letters begin?

July, '69.

After the murder of Darlene Ferrin.

And they continue until you go to see
him at work.

Now, after that, do any of the letters

contain swatches of
Paul Stine's shirt?

No. Because he dumped them,
because he got scared.

Because he knew that you were on to him.

So, when's the next letter from Zodiac?

Not until January of 1974.

He is silent for three years.

Then, in '74, he feels comfortable again

because everybody's moved off
Allen as a suspect.

And what do we get?

Three new letters from Zodiac in
January, May, and July in '74.

But then the letters stop.

What happens to Allen?

He's arrested.

January, 1975,
they send him to Atascadero.

We don't get another letter from Zodiac
the entire time he's there.

When is he released?

August, '77.

Allen gets out. He types you an apology,
and then what?

We get our first new Zodiac letter in
four years.

Okay. Zodiac had to have known Darlene
Ferrin, right?

Yes, because of the phone calls on the
night of her murder.

Because of the Vallejo file,

we know that Darlene knew a man named
Leigh?

Yes.

So, all coincidence aside, Robert,

how can you be sure that Leigh Allen is
the Leigh from this file?

Now, Vallejo is a small town,
but it's not that small.

How do you put the two of them together?

This is a case that's covered both
Northern and Southern California,

with victims and suspects spread over
hundreds of miles.

Would you agree?
Yes.

Darlene Ferrin worked at the Vallejo
House of Pancakes

on the corner of
Tennessee and Caroll.

Arthur Leigh Allen lived in his mother's
basement on Fresno Street.

Door to door, that is less than 50 yards.

Is that true?

I've walked it.

Jesus Christ.

So?

The prints, the handwriting...

I'm not asking you as a cop.

But I am a cop.

I can't prove this.

Just because you can't prove it, doesn't
mean it's not true.

Easy, Dirty Harry.

Finish the book.

Thank you.
Thank you for breakfast.

Can I help you?

No.

Mr. Mageau.

Thanks for coming to see me.

You're the one I talked to on the phone?

I'm George Bawart.
Vallejo PD.

I took over for Jack Mulanax.

It's been 22 years. I don't know how I
can help you.

Well, this is just a formality.

I'm gonna show you a group of photographs.

Now, the person that shot you may or may
not be

among these photographs.

You don't have to pick anybody out

just because I'm showing you these
pictures, you understand?

Uh, yes, sir,
I do.

All right.

Take your time.

If you don't recognize anyone, that's
okay.

That's him.

How sure are you?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

He had a round face like this guy.

Wait. Am I to understand

that you're now identifying
the second photograph?

No, no. Just that he had a round face
like that.

It's this man.

All right.

Now, on a scale of one to 10, 10 being
positive,

how sure are you?

At least an eight.

The last time I saw this face
was July 4th, 1969.

I am very sure that's the man who shot me.