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* Dead, I'm the one
exterminating son *

* Slipping through the trees
strangling the breeze *

* Dead, I'm the sky
watching angels cry *

* As they slowly turn
conquering the worm *

* Dead I'm the pool
spreading from the fool *

* Weakened want you need
Nowhere as you bleed *

* Dead I'm the rat
Feast upon the cat *

* Tender is the fur
Dying as you purr **

It's never quite that easy.

You go through the door, and they're
never just sitting there waiting for you...

with a welcoming smile
on their face.

Best you can do
is hope they fuck up...

and do what you can
to be there when they do.

And then blame yourself
for the killings?

Oh, no. I blame
the asshole who did them.

This man's whole life
is about killing.

He studies it.
He knows forensics.

He understands
police procedure.

He prepares methodically so as to not
to leave any evidence at the scene.

After he picks his target,
he'll watch her for weeks.

He'll study every detail
of her routine-

When she comes home.
When she goes to sleep.

In the morning
before the sun comes up,

he can walk
right up next to her.

Even though the sun's still down,
no one perceives it as night.

Women who are careful at midnight, walk
around half-naked seven hours later.

Finally,
he'll pick a day.

Takes a kit of tools
and props-

duct tape, handcuffs, a weapon-
whatever he needs.

He'll let himself in.

That night,
she'll get home.

Go about her business,
unaware that he's in the house.

Oh... this is good.

Shall we dance?

No, don't play
hard to get.

This will be fun.

Shh.

Shh. It's over.
It's all right.

Shh.

I said, "Shut... up. "

When she passes out...
from fear or pain,

he'll revive her
over and over again to-

Um-

What were you
going to say?

Time's up.

Joel.

Why did you turn
away from me?

Why was it so hard
for you to accept?

'Cause you know
I did it for you.

You came so close to me
that night.

I remember clearly what I felt when I heard
your footsteps following behind me.

Pride.

I thought it would keep us
together forever.

For me,

it was our finest moment.

I can still see the flames.

Oh!

Shit.
What the fuck?

Oh, fuck!

I didn't see anything.

- Wanda, you wanna run that in to Sarge?
- Right on it.

Hey, I'm Detective Mackie.
Welcome to my crime scene.

Can I help you find anything?

I'm just going home.
I live upstairs.

Did you not happen to notice that yellow
police tape marked "Do Not Cross"?

If you're done with that,
I'll just take it and go home.

Do you know this woman?

No, I've never seen her.
What happened? Is she dead?

Oh, I haven't made
any reference to homicide.

Why would you hasten
to such a conclusion?

Well, you got half the block
taped off, and you got what,

about a dozen cops in there,
fuckin' up your crime scene?

It just doesn't seem like
someone boosting stereos to me.

Look here. Give me a call
if you think of anything.

All right?

- Hello. Yeah, this is Hollis.
- Hello.

This is Campbell.
I'm the guy- We met last night.

Yeah, Joel Campbell. Our ex-F.B.I.
friend from apartment 805.

We did a little checking on you after you
after you left. What can I do for you?

I can hardly- Are you busy? It sounds
like you're in the middle of something.

Yeah, some genius jacked a Honda
a couple blocks ago. That's an '86.

- What, do you want me to call you back?
- No.

When did she die, the girl?

Monday night.
Three days ago. Why?

- 'Cause I know who did it.
- And how might you know that?

He mailed me a picture
of her still alive.

I got it three days ago-
Monday morning.

Hold on a minute, Campbell.
Tan honda's on the run.

Okay. Sorry to keep you.

Now... you wanna meet me
back at my office? All right.

Is it your custom to open your mail
four days after you get it?

Nope. Sometimes
it takes up to two weeks.

Well,
this would appear...

to answer any questions we had whether
these two cases were related.

Goodness gracious.

Nothin' like a good serial killing
to kick off the holiday season.

Right in here.

- Gimme a minute in that room.
- Okay, Lieutenant.

We got him sending
his pictures in the mail.

Campbell, hell, we oughta get Bob
Barker in on this son of a bitch.

It's a damn game show.

His last alias was
David Allen Griffin.

I worked the case for three and
a half years in Los Angeles.

We attributed at least
11 homicides to him.

What's he doing in Chicago?

I assume he's still strangling
young women with piano wire.

All the victims were left
partially unclothed,

and all the swabs
came back negative.

Exactly.
No touchy, no feely.

Have you ever seen this guy?

No. No one's ever seen him.

Well, then we can't necessarily
conclude it's the same fella, can we?

Come on. He sent me
fuckin' pictures.

Shoved the vic right up my ass
in my own fucking building.

- Sorry.
- It's quite all right.

You looked adorable.

This film stock says
it's for exterior sunshine,

but... how does it handle
in fluorescence?

Uh, I'm sorry. I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I just work here.

- You do film processing here.
- Uh, yeah, one hour.

- Do you mind?
- Sure.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to test it out.

I'm gonna shoot some pictures,

and you're going to
process them for me.

Perfect.

Yeah, chief of Chicago P.D.
already called.

Not surprising, I suppose,
they're inviting us in on this.

They're setting up a joint
task force as we speak.

I'd like to know if you think
you can handle it on our end.

I know that in L.A.-

Oh, no, this isn't L.A.
It's not my job anymore.

You know what? The only reason that
your burnt-out, messed-up ass...

is standing in my office is because you
had a three-year head start on us.

This perp is dead set on putting
you in the middle of this shit,

whether we like it or not.

You're right. The field office
in L.A. has the relevant files.

I can't tell you anything
that's not in them.

I'm sorry.

Mike. Excuse me.

Mike, we got several sets of prints off
the FedEx envelope and the photo itself.

I'm sorry. This is none of
my business, but, uh,

you can run the prints.

You're gonna get me, the driver,
three guys from the warehouse,

Santa Claus...
a whole bunch of elves.

Definitely not this guy.

Who the hell is that?

Run it.

Yes, sir.

* Ooh-ooh *

* Can't anybody see *

Well, you're young.

Do you plan to live on
disability your whole life?

I take 200 milligrams of Seconal just so I
can sleep two and a half hours a night.

Twice a day, I take
400 milligrams of acebutolol...

and 20 milligrams of lotensen
for high blood pressure.

I self-inject migraine medicine
whenever the fuck I please.

They don't...
mix well with work.

Hmm.

Maybe you're just afraid.

Fuckin' right.

I am afraid.

Okay.

Let's talk about that.

I go places,
and I forget why I'm there.

I miss exits
on the freeway.

I'm lucky to... find my way home
from the grocery store.

And if I do, then...

most of the time
I've forgotten my groceries.

But yet, you make it
here every week.

Twice a week.

Yeah.

You do.

What if the next picture that
arrived was of your daughter?

Would you really want me
to be the one looking for her?

Yes.

Yes... I would.

* From this moment *

* How can it feel *

* This wrong **

- Hello.
- Hi. It's me.

Me?

Me who?

It's freaking cold here.
Why'd you move here?

What the fuck
do you want from me?

You hardly leave your apartment.
And when you do, it's to eat...

at that same terrible Vietnamese
restaurant night after night.

You seem so bored.
I was expecting a warmer welcome.

I didn't fuckin'
ask you here, did I?

The guy they
replaced you with-

I tried to make it work, but we just
didn't see eye to eye at all.

I was going to quit the game entirely, but
then I thought, "Chicago's not so bad. "

At least you didn't move
to New Jersey, right?

Yeah.

So, why don't you
grab a pen?

I'll give you the name and number of
the... agent that's on your case.

You can... share your inner turmoil
with him 'cause I don't give a shit.

I know your job is hard, Joel,

so I'm willing to take steps to try
and make things work between us.

- What are you talking about?
- The photos, Joel.

I'll send you a picture, and you can
have a day to try to find her.

I'll give you till 9:00.
What do you say, Joel?

I say I should have moved
to New jersey, asshole.

Good night, Joel.

- Are you all right?
- I think so.

Shit!

- Who is it?
- Flowers for Joel Campbell.

You didn't answer the phone.

The door downstairs was open,
so I thought I'd just bring-

Put the flowers on the floor.

Thank you.

The photos, Joel.

I'll send you a picture, and you
can have a day to try to find her.

No, I've never seen her.
Is she dead?

I haven't made any reference to homicide.
Why would you hasten to such a conclusion?

- Are you just afraid?
- Fuckin' right. I'm afraid.

What if the next picture that
arrived was of your daughter?

Really want me to be the one
looking for her?

- Yes.
- I'll send you a picture.

You can have a day
to try to find her.

I got this a half hour ago.

I want the case.

Can you handle it?

I guess we'll find out.

What else did this asshole say
last night?

That's everything.

We already have a trap and trace on
that line and on your cell phone.

What is that?
Is that, a bird?

This is a poster.
Looks like it was shot inside.

Could be taken anywhere.

It was processed commercially.

See if these numbers are traceable.
If not, get me a list...

of every place in the city
that prints on this Kodak paper.

You got it.

Is that mine?
Thanks.

- I'm sorry. I can't remember your name.
- Mitch Casper.

Mitch, get this in the
computer and blow it up.

Find out what's behind her on
the wall. That thing right there.

Find out what kind of earrings she's
wearing, what kind of blouse that is.

- What's that on her glasses?
- Reflection, yeah.

Find out something
about her. Anything.

Both girls are basically loners,
very little social contact.

The last girl's parents
were deceased.

No close friends as far as we can tell.
Is that his victim profile?

No. I mean, the victims
were always young women,

but he's sending
pictures now.

He's only gonna target loners.
You know, women people don't notice.

He's not gonna send me
a picture of the prom queen.

Yeah. Well, listen.
Before we go any further,

we're gonna have to make a decision as
to whether to go to the press with this.

We gotta make it now.

Look. There's no decision to make. There
is shit else we can do for this woman.

Let's get him
in front of the cameras.

They're gonna like him.

All I can tell you
at this time is that...

we have substantial reason to believe
this woman's life is in serious danger.

The Chicago Police Department
and the F.B.I. are working in concert...

to try and locate her, and we're
gonna be grateful for any help...

you guys can give us
in this endeavor.

Every hour is critical.
That's all.

This young woman is missing.

Authorities are frantically searching
for her. They fear for her safety.

Any information on the whereabouts
or the identity of the woman...

police are referring to as "Jane Doe, "
please call the number on your screen.

This is the photograph
of an unknown young woman...

who they say might fall victim to a
murder if she is not located by 9:00.

"What kind of earrings are those?
What kind of blouse is that?"

- What are you bitching about?
- Oh, come on, Diana.

This was my case. Ibby opens the
door and in flies "Captain Barbiturate. "

You know, I don't care
how well he knows this creep.

I say if his pupils don't dilate,
then we don't need him.

Ma'am, there- There hasn't
been a reward established,

but I'm sure something
can be done.

Okay. Today?
Was that today?

Okay, thank you.
We'll check it out.

Anything yet?

Eighty-five, ninety calls
in the last fifteen minutes.

I mean, lots of "maybes"
and "possibles. "

We're trying to sift through the shit,
but there's a lot of it.

Despite a massive search
this afternoon,

police still have not located
the anonymous woman...

whose photo was
received this morning.

They continue to rely on your help
in this frightening case.

Mitch.

- What is that? A sign?
- Uh-huh.

- See?
- Yeah, all right.

I'll enhance the drum scan. We'll bring it
even closer, and we'll see what we got.

- All right?
- Fuck.

- Yeah.
- The numbers are only relevant...

if you find the location
where it was processed.

- What about the paper?
- The list is on its way.

- Eleven hundred locations.
- Eleven hun- What?

Do you know where there's a Lou
Mitchell's restaurant on Oak Street?

- Yeah, it's in the Gold Coast area.
- We'll take it. Let's run.

Yep, I'm pretty sure
that was her.

She was wearing a headband.

Was she alone
or eating with someone?

- Uh, she was alone.
- When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know.
Sometime last week.

Can you be more specific?
What day?

No. Not without
making shit up.

We don't want you to do that.

I want every employee that
worked here in the last week...

in the restaurant within the hour-
managers, cooks,

- dishwashers, cashiers.
- That's gonna be hard.

Life is hard. Pull every
credit card sale for the week.

Eliminate men, married women, anyone
over 40. We need to call every one of them.

Got it.

I gotta be on the phone.
See if we can get some help.

- Okay.
- Can you spare anyone?

I'll get you
all the help you want.

Good. We'll fax them a list of names.
They need to start making calls.

I'm on it.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Authorities are hoping that as
millions return home from work...

and turn on the television, that someone
will recognize this young woman.

They are taking this threat
on her life very seriously.

What the fuck do you want me to say?
It's five to 6:00, for Christ's sake.

If they're not home,
call back in 45 minutes.

They're getting home from work.

Excuse me.
Check this out.

You were right.
It's definitely...

"A-P" and the line
is an exclamation point.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Add a "C-R" to it,
it spells "Crap. "

No. What do you
want me to say?

Yeah, that's true.
It spells "Crap. "

One of your waitresses saw her
here sometime last week.

Look at the picture carefully
and tell me if you remember her.

Sorry, man. I make it a point
to pay as little attention...

to the customers as possible.

- Does it seem like playtime to you?
- No.

Take a look at the fucking picture
and tell me if you saw her.

- I never saw her.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- That's too bad.

Thank you for coming in.

Come on, darling.
Click on your television set.

It's Thursday night, goddamn it.
"Must-see TV."

Earlier today, we told you investigators
were combing the streets of Chicago...

searching for this woman-
a woman they are...

- referring to as "Jane Doe. "
- Put up the fuckin' number.

Let's go. Come on.

They are still in need
of your help.

- Come on! Don't take-
- The city council approves a new budget.

If that's all the help they're gonna
give us for this woman's life-

What was the time of death
on the other two?

- What?
- 9:00.

It's done.
We're not gonna make it.

We're not gonna make it.

Okay. Good night, Ellie.
See you tomorrow.

That was it.

Third possible sighting
in Fox Pavilion Mall.

Grab some backup.
You wanna come with?

You know me,
your hat's on backwards.

- Talk to you later.
- Bye.

Guys, look.

She's been sighted here on
three separate occasions, okay?

Everybody we see walking around
here is a possible witness.

So, I want you to fan out. I don't know
if she works here, if she lives nearby.

Take these fliers. Get them
to everybody in the place.

- I wanna show 'em, okay?
- You guys come with me.

- Who spoke to the most recent caller?
- I did.

- You? Let's go.
- Take level three.

Can you take a look
at these pictures, please?

Speak to the gentleman back here.
Take a look at that, please. Thank you.

Take a look at that?
Thank you.

- If you see her, please give us a call.
- No, I've never seen her.

Frank? Hey, Frankie!

How was your day, hmm?

Oh, yeah? That's nice.

Mine? Not so good.

Excuse me.

- Are you the person who saw her?
- Yeah.

- Is this her? Where?
- Yeah, that's her.

I saw her down there
in the food court.

- There? Right there?
- Yeah.

- When?
- At 2:30 this afternoon.

Excuse me.

Hollis. Hollis!

What do you got?

The photo store.

- Where? Where?
- The photo store.

Here. Right here.
This is where he shot it.

See? There's our
little bird. Hello?

- Hey! Hey!
- Sorry.

Do you know this woman?

Uh, yeah. She just started
working here. It's Ellie.

I'll need her phone number
and last name. Right now.

- Get her number now.
- Okay. I have to call my boss.

- Do it. Do it!
- Okay.

Goddamn cows.

Hello.

Mom? Calm down.
What is it?

No, I'm sure that
you're overreacting.

Gimme a break.
Why are you saying that?

Look, Mom. I very much doubt that your
pharmacist is just trying to poison you.

Can we not do this right now, Mom?
I'm in the middle of a movie.

Yeah, Mom, with a man.

Yeah, he's cute.

I- I don't know
if it's serious or not.

Look. If I tell you his name,
will you let me get off the phone?

His name is Frank.
Good-bye.

Come on. Come on.

Yes?

Uh, I need to speak
to Ellie Buckner immediately.

Oh, she can't come
to the phone right now.

No, no, please, please. Put her on the line
immediately. It's a life-or-death emergency.

Not anymore it's not.

Wasn't that fun? It hasn't
felt that good for years.

Wasn't it suspenseful?

Oh, yeah, that was a blast.

This way is much more fun.

It's amazing, isn't it?

We're all stacked
right on top of each other,

but we don't really notice
each other anymore, do we?

You notice me though,
don't you, Joel?

Yeah, I notice you.

Ellie Buckner.

Single, 24, parents live in Florida.

So far, no known boyfriend.

She has a cat named Frank.
Apparently, he doesn't watch the news.

Wonder what happened to that cat?

Pull the phone records, okay?

Diaries, journals,
letters, address book.

See if he's in contact
with these girls.

Hey, ma'am.
Can you spare some change?

Hey, guys. Hey, Dad!

Dad, don't you recognize me?

Hey, sir. Can you
spare some change?

What are you doing out here?

Spare changing, man.
What's it look like?

- Don't you have a job or anything?
- Yeah, whatever.

Look. Are you gonna give me
some money, or what?

- Only if you dance with me.
- Shut the fuck up.

- I'm serious.
- There's no music.

I'll lead, you follow.

And one, two, three.
One, two, three. One, two, three.

Damn it.

Having a tough time there,
aren't you, with that?

I need a damn garden rake
to eat this.

It's all in the tool.

I'm done with that for sure.

So, listen here.

What's the skinny on that radiant
vision of loveliness down at the feds?

What's her name?
Diana?

What I wouldn't give for 20 minutes with her
at a drive-in and a decent bowl of chili.

Damn if you haven't found the worst
restaurant in the whole city of Chicago.

A really fine restaurant.
The other night, Griffin was giving me...

a hard time about it
too on the telephone.

What's up? What's up?

What do you think the chances are
he's watching us right now?

Hey. Hey!
Get outta here.

Murder suspect heading west on Commerce,
near the intersection of Lincoln.

Blue, two-door sedan,
mid- '80s, maybe a Ford.

Fuck! Goddamn it!

I'm standing outside
the apartment of Ellie Buckner,

the woman who Chicago
has come to know as "Jane Doe. "

The harrowing search came to a
tragic end about 9:20 P.M.,

when police discovered Buckner's
body at her Wicker Park apartment.

It is a murder that has shocked
this quiet neighborhood.

Right-

See you later. Bye.

Excuse me.

I can't stay long.
I just wanted to come by...

and tell you how much
I appreciate...

what you...
said the other day.

How have
the headaches been?

About the same.

Are you sleeping?

Some.

How's work?

It's great. I'm building an excellent
fan base with the homicidal set.

How do you feel
about that,

about this man
following you to Chicago?

Is it a vendetta?

That's a strange question.

No, I don't think vengeance
has anything to do with it.

I think there's a story,
a ritual that he follows.

Over the years, I became
part of the story.

It probably didn't
make sense without me.

In other words,
he missed you.

Odd, isn't it?

Did you miss him?

What the hell does that mean?

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Campbell.

- We received another photo.
- I'll be right there.

Where is she sitting?

Let's get somebody
from the city up here.

See if they can tell us something
about this section of sidewalk.

Is this the "El" here,
you know? Parking meters.

Yep, I'm on it.

Mitch, let's get her picture
in tattoo parlors.

Got it.

What's your name?

Well, usually,
Mr. Abraham,

I do an introductory session,

where we both explore what
you hope to get out of therapy.

If we both feel I'm the person
to provide that for you,

then we can decide
on a schedule together.

And- And I like
to record my sessions.

But if you prefer-

Is that something that you do
with all of your patients?

Yeah, with most of them.

- Would you prefer that I didn't?
- Yes, I'd rather you not.

Okay. That's- That's fine.

So, you say that you might
need help. In-In what area?

I'm not sure.

What kind of help do you provide?

Well, I-I work with patients
on many different issues.

Do you think...
some of your patients...

might pay to come and see you
because... you're very pretty?

Let's keep this focused on you,
rather than on me, Mr. Abraham.

Sure.

Nice trick.

- I'm gonna try it again though, okay?
- Yeah, whatever.

A couple of years ago, they did
a neighborhood renovation...

where they put those benches around
some of the trees downtown.

Where downtown?
Bring up the city.

Basically the Broadway
and Belmont area.

- That's 15 to 20 city blocks.
- Yeah.

There are five million
people in this city.

- How can no one have known this person?
- Can you spare some change?

How can this happen
in the communication age?

Authorities have focused
the search for "Jane Doe #2 "-

Hey, Dad. Dad, it's me.
Don't you recognize me?

- Leave me alone.
- Come on, Pop. I need you, man.

The city of Chicago is on alert.

Police are searching for a woman connected
to the photograph they have received.

It appears the murder may be linked to
a serial killer in the Los Angeles area.

At this point, the woman
police are calling "Jane2"...

has not yet been located...

- and all those involved are very
concerned about her well-being.

Yeah.

We've got Jane Doe's
mother on the phone.

I'll be right there.

You know what? Get a picture at every
skateboarding place and guitar shop...

that's anywhere near that
Broadway and-

- Belmont.
- Belmont. Exactly.

- Wish I could find some letters.
- There aren't any.

She never wrote anybody.

She called three times
after she disappeared.

Did she say where
she was calling from?

She said all kinds of things. I never knew
what to believe. She has a new boyfriend.

- So tell me about the boyfriend.
- He's a lawyer. Yeah, right.

Can you remember anything else about
the calls? Anything might help.

A few months ago, she called to announce
she's got a job at Seattle's Best Coffee.

Seattle's Best?

Not good news. She does not work, nor
has she ever worked at Seattle's Best.

I don't care whether she works there or not,
she is sitting in front of a coffee shop.

I don't know.

It looks like a bench to me. It could be
anywhere. I'll be honest with you.

Look at the photo. There are
seven people in the picture.

Three of them are holding
the same kind of coffee cup.

She's sitting in front
of a fucking coffee shop.

Get someone into every
Seattle's Best in the city...

and any place that sells coffee
in the Broadway Belmont area.

- Take a look at this.
- Okay.

Is that too fast?

- Okay, okay.
- Whoa!

- You wanna kill me, sweetie?
- Come on, get on.

I thought you were
gonna impress me.

Yeah, yeah. You're so tough.

Hey, you mind posting these?
Thanks.

Ma'am, we're looking for this girl.
We're trying to contact her.

Totally, dude.
She comes in here all the time.

We found a kid that knows her. Seattle's
Best, Lincoln and Wisconsin. All right.

Thanks. I gotta go, Jess.

I'm sorry. I'm so late.

- Can I sneak into your room?
- No.

The last time we got caught,
my dad went ballistic.

- Don't be sad, Jessie.
- Forget about it.

Yeah, I let her use the bathroom,
you know. I told the other dudes.

I don't give a shit what you told the other
guy. I wanna know where she lives.

- I wanna know where she is.
- Dude, she lives on the street.

* As our light goes out *

* There's nothing left to say *

* There's nothing left
to say or talk about *

* You can't say
anything I don't know *

* I already understand *

We gotta find this woman. Call the police
if you find this woman. Help us out here.

Somebody, help. Look at this.

Call the police if you find this woman.
Help us out here.

Leave me alone.

- Hey.
- Get back here.

Look at the fucking picture, all right?
Look at the picture.

- You seen this girl, huh?
- No.

Excuse me.
Have you seen that girl?

Look at the picture
before you answer.

- You seen this girl? Thank you.
- No. Sorry.

See that.
That's what I want, okay?

Excuse me.
You see this girl? Huh?

- No, I haven't.
- All right, thanks.

You seen her?
Have you seen that girl?

Sir, have you seen this girl?
Have you seen that girl?

- Hey, hey. Stop, stop.
- But I didn't do anything!

I never said you did. Just look at the
picture. Have you seen this girl?

- She's about your age.
- Fuck you, cop. I don't know shit.

* You can't say *

* Anything I don't know *

Hi.

- Hey.
- That sounds great.

Yeah? You like it?

Absolutely.

Then here, let me turn it up.

If you don't tell me where she is, your
friend Jessica will be dead within the hour.

All right.

She stays
on the top floor, man.

Please, God.
Please, please.

Please, God.
Help me please.

Just up the way there.

- Get him out of here.
- Come on, come on.

Campbell.

Campbell, you okay?

Campbell, open the door.

Open it.

Campbell? You here?

Joel?

He's freezing.
Mitch, call a paramedic.

Shit.

This morning investigators
are stilling search...

for the serial killer responsible
for last night's rampage.

Three policemen were killed and
one young woman was murdered.

The F.B.I. agent in charge of the task
force has been hospitalized.

Hi.

Hey, hey. Come in.

You didn't have to come here.

Yeah, well.
I didn't think you could get to me.

So-

Besides, I don't have that many patients
yet, so I really can't afford to lose one.

Yeah.

I've never seen you outside the office.
You look so different.

Really? Hmm.
'Cause you look exactly the same.

Yeah.

Have you eaten?

Do you need to eat?

All I got is Jell-O.

Okay.

You wanna eat?
Yeah, let's eat.

Okay.

- In other words, he missed you.
- Odd, isn't it?

- Did you miss him?
- What the hell does that mean?

- In other words, he missed you.
- Odd, isn't it?

- Did you miss him?
- What the hell does that mean?

Look, I'm sorry. I can't talk now.
I'll call you back, all right?

Excuse me, Agent Casper? This just
came for Agent Campbell and I just-

How did you get this?

The post office forwarded it
from his apartment.

Thank you. Shit.

Good morning. Thank you
for your attention.

My comments today
will be brief.

Uh, as many of you
know already,

we have received
another photograph.

No, no, no.

I am not going to answer
any questions today.

I just am here to pass out
this photograph...

and to request that you continue
to assist us in this investigation.

- That's all.
- Police Detective Hollis Mackie...

informing us that this horrible game
of cat and mouse will continue today.

Here is the photo
of the killer's latest target.

- You all right? You sure?
- Yeah.

- I think so.
- I'll be right back.

Help me. Help me.

Help me!

Hi, Joel.

How's the heart, pal?

Here.

You want a beer?

It would make it feel better.

Stop.

Here.

Tell me something.

Did you move 2,000 miles to live
near this woman's grave?

You did, didn't you?

Man, you've gotta
get out more.

I mean, is this
a satisfying relationship?

You know, she loves me.
She's decomposing.

She loves me.
She's decomposing.

What are we doing here? What is this?
You here to give yourself up?

Why didn't you tell anyone
you were fucking her?

Just 'cause she was married?

We don't seem to be communicating.
Let me be clear with you.

I have no problem with shooting
you dead where you sit.

Well, you do
have one problem.

If I'm dead,

your friend Polly is going to meet
a rather gruesome fate...

involving candlelight and quite
a large pool of kerosene.

And you know something about
attractive women burning, don't you?

Tell me, what was it like?

Could you smell
her flesh burning?

You've already killed her.

Come on. You know me
better than that.

That's not even her blood.

Take me to see her then.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Can't we just sit here
for a little while and talk, Joel?

We'll talk once I see her.

I just need to know if there's
anything to talk about.

Go on, take it.

I just need to see that
she's all right, then we'll talk.

Well, fine.

Let's go.

It's good to see you, Joel.
It really is.

Wow, it's loaded.

We're going to make it
through this, aren't we, Joel?

I think that's more
up to you than it is to me.

You look older
since you were in L.A.

You're a good friend.

You're like a brother to me.

Did you know that?

Do you have any real
brothers or sisters?

What the fu- What is that?

I'm trying to have
a real conversation,

and you're psychoanalyzing me.

- What are you, Dr. Polly now?
- I was just curious.

Look at me when I talk to you.

You're trying to control this situation.
Stop trying to control this situation.

Can't you just leave your job
out of this? Just this once?

I'm telling you. I think you're spending
too much time with that Polly bitch.

What do you need?

I want you to think
about what you need.

It's up to me to try and get that
and make an exchange.

Anything you need
for Ms. Beilman's safety.

What I need is you.

Hold on.

Hello.

I knew if I just came here
and talked to you in person,

you'd understand me
better, Joel.

Fuck me, he's got
Campbell! Trace it!

You were the only one
who thought about me,

who really knew me.

For a long time,

I was the only one you had.

And then you met Lisa.

Pull in here.

Give me a second.
Give me a second.

Okay, he's about 20 miles
north of the city.

Yeah, you're gonna have to do
better than that. Now come on.

No shit! Give me another minute
and we'll have his exact location.

I got him! I got him.
He's right on the water.

Come on in.

Polly, Joel.
Joel, Polly.

* She freak out at a damaged life
like a jailbait in the park *

* A teenage wolf and a bloody knife
going down in the dark *

* How to make a monster baby *

* How to get it on *

* How to make a monster baby *

* How to get it on *

* Go, go, Zombie
Go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Go, go, Zombie
Go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Roots in hell and time will tell
if your baby is insane *

* A child bride with bloody eyes
and Satan on the brain **

Wakey, wakey, Joel.

That hurts, doesn't it?

I've heard that flashing lights and
migraines don't go together at all.

You're no fun.

Oh, no, Polly. No, no,
I'm not gonna kill him.

We need each other.
We define each other.

We're... yin and yang,
black and white.

Isn't that right, Polly?

Polly?

I said, "Isn't that right?"

I don't understand
the question.

Did you or did you not, in your professional
opinion, reach the conclusion...

that Joel and I need each other in
order to give meaning to our lives?

Yes. Yes, but I-

See?

Take your fucking
hands off her.

I said take your
fucking hands off her.

Sit down, Joel.

Sit down.

I'll sit here and listen to you talk all
night. Just take your hands off her.

Come on, put the fucking gun down.
We both know you're not gonna do it.

And why do we know that?

Because you can
only kill her once.

He's right.

Upsy daisy.

How's this for deja vu?

We've got the fire.

We've got the pretty girl.

Only instead
of bringing us together,

you move to Chicago.

The guilt must
have been unbearable.

Or something like that.

Is that what
you want me to say?

I feel guilty a woman is dead because
I made a terrible mistake.

No.

No, no.
That wasn't the mistake.

The mistake was turning back
instead of pouring all you had into us.

What do I want you to say?
I want you to say thank you.

I want you to say thank you for coming
here and saving your pathetic life.

David, do you know how many serial killers
are active in Chicago right now?

Five. In the Midwest,
at least a dozen.

I could work on any one of them
without even packing a bag.

You get hit by a bus on a Thursday,
I'm working on a new guy on Monday.

You're my job.
You're paperwork.

I can't believe you still don't know
who you're talking to.

No, no, no!

No, please don't-

I have to do this. He's not going
to understand anything else.

You heard him. "Paperwork. "

Thank you.

- What did you say?
- I said, "Thank you. "

Tell me again.

I said, "Thank you. "

Get out of here.

Let's go!
Run, run!

Joel! Joel!

Give me your hand!
Reach for it!

Ready? Reach.

Here you go.
You all right?

Give me that blanket.

Where's the girl?
Is she all right?

She's right over there.

- Let's get the fucking body out.
- Okay.

It's never quite that easy.
You go through the door.

They're never just sitting there waiting for
you with a welcoming smile on their face.

The best you can do is hope they fuck up and
do what you can to be there when they do.

Time's up.