Original subtitles

Bloodmoon (1997)

Come on! Come on!

This my round!

Get it up, punk! Geit it up!

Don't forget to lock up.

You fight well...

champ.

All dressed up? No place to go?

You don't have a killer instinct.

I can show it to you.

Oh, that a fact?

Well, maybe sometime we can go a round or two.

No time like the present.

Or...

you scared?

Do you have, a Death Wish man?

Did you notice...

...that there is blood on the moon tonight?

The key to winning...

... is to take advantage...

...of every weakness.

Always attack...

... is the lesson two.

Okay! That's enough!

It's never enough!

The school is out,

champ.

Yeah!

Hey, Chuck! How are you going?

- How are you, man? - All right, all righ!.

What do we have here, ladies? Somebody talk to me.

Well, Detective, we've got one dead boxer.

Eddie Cunningham, 33 years old, light heavy champion of the world.

Found him like this this morning.

Someone beat him to death.

Well, I guess we have a new champion.

So, is this the latest from our boy?

Do we make this number three?

There are no witnesses and no fingerprints.

Just a lot of blood and guts.

Well, no chance he left a suicide note, huh?

Boys and girls, it looks like we've got ourselves homicide.

What the hell is going on?

Is this the work of the same man?

Do you have any suspects?

What are they doing to catch him?

Any communication with the killer?

Folks, folks, folks.

We're following all the leads and we're getting real close to cracking this game.

All we need is a little cooperation.

Donna, how you doing? How about movies this weekend.

Do me a favor.

Tell to Emmy I need a report on my desk as soon as she has it.

I just spent 15 minutes with a dead guy who was smiling.

Chuck, Chief on line two.

Baker, what's happening?

Goddammit, we need some answers.

- Shut up. - I'm working, Chief.

You have to report to me. I shouldn't have to track you down.

I didn't expect that...

Chief, Chief, watch the language?

I'll be your worst nightmare if you do that again.

Yes sir.

You were walking around while people were being murdered.

Goddammit, we need some answers.

Son of a bitch!

You have to report to me. I shouldn't have to track you down.

Check, hey. Son of a bitch.

- Chuck. - Hey?

Came in last night before the boxer.

Put it on the board.

They are variations on a theme.

How come I didn't get this last night?

It was attached to e-mail addressed to the chief.

Did you see him when he came in?

Did he have the face on? You know what I'm talking about?

The big bulging eyes.

The big vein in his forehead, the quivering lips, the...

He's right behind me, isn't he?

We're up to our eyeballs and murder victims,

and you're screwing me around?

You have any idea the pressure on me?

Just this morning, the press, the goddamn press, crucified me!

Chief, that's because you are the man.

- What? - It's great to see you.

You know, you should really come slumming down here more often.

Don't give me tricks.

I want you to give me results, Chuck.

And don't you ever.

You ever do that again?

Uh, the great Shocker.

Gonna have to find himself a magic show in Poughkeepsie to do.

Because he will no longer work here.

Got it!

Poughkeepsie?

Hell, if I could conjure this bastard out of thin air, I'd be headlining in Vegas.

- What was that? - Nothing. Don't break the mood.

I heard something, damn it.

Nobody's gonna mess with me, babe. You're just being stupid.

Thanks a lot.

Come back here, you bitch.

My luck with men is for shit.

Roxy, your luck is about to change.

Did you find anything?

She found me, crutch.

My name is Dutch.

It won't be after tonight.

And it is a...

marvelous night...

for a moon dance.

Okay, let's dance.

Yeah!

Come on, man, please. Come on, can we talk this over?

- No way, you're mine! - Okay.

Tough man, you're not tough.

You...

Yeah!

Why aren't you better?

Kill by trauma to the head,

his extremities, the bones were shattered.

He died in extreme pain.

The killer has knowledge of anatomy.

The destruction is systematic, precise.

Every strike is a vital area,

nerve center, meridian

He definitely has a signature and I recognize it.

Any evidence of a weapon or a post-mortem mutilation?

Doesn't look like he used a weapon,

but I've never seen wounds like these.

As for mutilation, it's the fight he's interested in.

Once they're dead, he's done.

We're thank.

- What about the witness? - Uh, killer choked her out.

Didn't hurt her.

She said she didn't see anything clearly, but...

I got her looking at some mud shots in here.

This is murder #4, right, Houdini?

Listen, I'm gonna sign you some help on this.

I want you to go see this guy.

Chief, I don't need help.

Yeah, right. Well, let's see. We got four dead bodies out there.

A techno freak running around out there sending computer messages,

about the murders he's committing, right?

We're no closer to solving this than we were at day number one.

The killings are getting closer and closer together.

I don't think that's a good sign.

I mean, am I forgetting something or what?

- Chief. - you need shut up, Chuck!

Shut up!

You know, they're coming at me all the time, and I'm just

trying to-- I'm trying to stop myself from bleeding, all right?

Ken O'Hara, that's his name.

He was the charge of the serial section before you got here, huh?

One of the finest mind hunters in the country.

He retired a couple of years ago.

Mindhunter? What the hell is a mindhunter?

Whatever. Here's his address, huh?

And try to remember, his last case was a messy one. We put him in the hospital.

Almost put him in the cemetery.

I don't need help.

Yeah, right. Like, I'm not gonna need a triple

bypass by the time I get through with all this.

I gotta have you help me out with this, all right?

I want him on the case. It's up to you to convince him.

Wear a suit.

Try to make a good first impression.

Don't move, Dad.

Don't sneeze. No!

No!

- Hey! - Hey, I'm really sorry.

I didn't see where I was going.

Sorry? You're gonna be sorry.

Come on, let me pay to clean your clothes.

Just 20 bucks. That should do it.

Thanks.

Hey, cruddy man, looks like you pissed yourself.

Show me what you got, Jackie Chan, man.

I'm gonna take this out of your hide.

Look, I said I was sorry.

Hitting me's not gonna get your shirt clean.

Yeah, but it's gonna make me feel a hell of a lot better.

- Leave him alone! - Away!

Are you okay, honey?

Stay here. It won't take long.

Get him!

I'm sorry you had to see that, honey.

Are you OK?

And you? I don't like fights.

I didn't want to fight,

but I had no choice.

Nobody hurts my family.

I was afraid they'd hurt you.

Hurt me?

I'm Superman. You know that.

- Superman... - Come on, let's fly.

Hey, how you doing? I'm looking for Ken O'Hara.

- Get in line. - I take it he's not home.

He's dead.

He's dead? I mean, I thought...

When he gets back with my daughter, our daughter,

he's going to be dead.

- I see you guys divorced? - Separated.

It's his afternoon with Lauren and he promised he wouldn't be late.

Pretty damn inconsiderate if you ask me. How do you stand it?

It's tough.

We're going through a hard time.

My name is Megan.

Chuck.

For you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

I don't know your husband, and frankly, I don't think I want to.

Where have you been?

We were having fun, if that means anything to you.

Right, Lauren?

- Yes, mommy, you should have seen it... - Not now, honey.

We have an appointment.

Yeah, I bet you do.

You promised to bring her back on time. It's your responsibility.

Right, Chuck?

Absolutely.

Stay out of this, Chuck.

She's got a point. You should listen to her.

- I thought you were late. - We are.

Say goodbye to your father.

- Goodbye, honey. - I love you, Superman.

I love you too, sweetie.

Lost your way, Chucky?

Hit the road, huh?

I actually came to see you, Superman.

It's nothing personal but...

fuck off.

Chief Hutchins sent me to see you.

Hutchins?

You mean you not..?

No, look. Can I come in?

I don't do this anymore.

Yeah, well, that's what the chief said.

But he wants your help on this.

The answer is no.

You tell him that for me, okay?

No sweat.

Chief said you quit over case, that right?

If you see Hutchins, say hello.

And have a safe drive.

Something subtle going on here, Ken.

You know, if you want me to leave,

just ask.

Hell, I don't want your help anyway.

Not again!

Blood on the Moon

Your spirit...

... is unclean.

Hey, hey hey.

A kung fu movie on the computer?

Cool. I'll be right there.

- Hey, what's up? - Hey.

This just started coming in.

- Oh, not this again. - No, no, no, this.

Looks like our kind of action movie, huh?

I can't trace the transmission, though.

Mm, Chum Bada, Japanese sword movies.

I love these things. Who's in it?

Oh, shit I know him.

Get units over to 562 Houston Street right away.

And copy that transmission for me if you can.

Okay, yeah, I'll try.

562 Houston.

Who are you?

Don't you remember me?

Pity.

Who...

... is the champion...

...now?

Mine!

Yeah, hello?

Ken, this is Hutch.

Listen...

your instructor, Master Takado...

...he's been killed.

What the hell's the matter with you?

You should know better than to go into a situation like that all by yourself.

You should've had somebody with you.

No time. This guy was getting beat down pretty bad.

Hey, Ken!

Ah! Thanks for coming.

Good to see you, chief.

Listen, I'm sorry about your loss.

Thank you.

So what do we have here?

Chuck here will bring you up to speed.

The two of you are going to be working together as partners on this case.

Good to have you on board, Ken.

I know we can sure use the help.

Do you want to come to my office?

See you later, huh?

Ken, ah...!

Thanks. For coming to help.

It's the least I can do.

Did you read the file?

- Yeah, carefully. - And?

You're not getting anywhere, are you?

That's why you're here, to save our poor souls.

You got any ideas?

A few.

We are dealing with a very organized killer.

He's someone who plans.

These killings, they're not...

random spur-of-the-moment things.

He only kills who he wants to kill.

Low-risk victims...

in low-risk areas.

No witnesses.

Everything very well planned.

His behavior reflects his personality.

His behavior is well controlled, very well orchestrated.

His MO is like no other.

Now... I was thinking.

Uh, let me cut you off right there.

because, huh...

frankly, I don't care what you think.

See, I know who you are, Ken O'Hara.

You quit the Force because you were scared.

Now, I can't partner with a guy who's gonna piss

himself when he comes face-to-face with the enemy.

So...

So, you can have all your bullshit theories,

write all your little reports,

but just make sure you stay the fuck out of my waywhen stuff gets really dirty.

You got that?

Yeah.

- I got it. - Good.

So, I'm sure they found you your own office,

so I need to check out a theory,

I'll call you.

I want copies of everything you got on this case for my report.

See your fucking secretary and have a fine day.

He shoots, he scores.

You? What are you doing here?

What's going on here?

Police. Who are you, miss?

I live here.

The victim lived here alone.

Kelly?

Is that you?

Uncle Ken...

Uncle Ken?

- Yeah, this is Master Takado's daughter. - What?

Adopted daughter.

Well, I feel for your loss, Miss.

But there's some questions I'd like to ask you,

so if we can go down to the station...

It's okay, don't worry.

We can do this tomorrow.

The department will put you up in a hotel.

Do you guys get any leads?

Yeah, that's what we're doing here, working on it.

Looks to me more like you we're working on each other.

Yes... well...

Look, while you're in town, why don't you stay at my house?

I'll drive ya.

Uh, I got my own ride, and, um,

...I'm staying at Kerry Hartons's. You know the place, right?

It was great to see you, Uncle Ken.

Will I see you tomorrow?

Come on.

We should have questioned her tonight, Uncle Ken.

Look, don't go making decisions you don't have the authority to make.

Tomorrow is certain enough to tell you...

When I'm a retired chicken shit and you're running the investigation,

then you can make that call.

Look, asshole...

I'm gonna call it a night. You can skulk around here all you want.

I'm done skulking.

Well, there was no sign of a forced entry.

An explosion was pretty primitive.

Just gasoline and a stick of dynamite.

I found no timer,

which means he was there waiting for Detective Baker.

And how do you know all that?

Because I found it, skulking.

He was waiting for Detective Baker here to come running,

so maybe he's tied into a GPS system.

...that can track all police vehicles.

He blew up the house just before he entered.

To cover his tracks.

To send us a message.

The killings are getting closer together,

It's getting better at it.

It's almost as if he's learning.

And he's getting more confident.

That's why he's sending us the computer notes.

Taunting us.

This guy is way out there with technology.

And Frankly, I'm a little lost.

But I met this computer hacker on a case a few years ago,

and I'd really like to go see him,

just to get some advice on the computer and other things.

Good, Good man.

Are you just gonna hang around here?

We're gone.

Uncle Ken! Uncle Ken!

- I'm waiting for you. - Kelly, what are you doing still here?

I want to be involved.

You got to stay out of this.

What are you talking about?

This is my dad.

Go home, Kelly.

We'll call you when we know something, ok?

Please. Just go home.

She's got guts wanting to work with us.

- What's it your car? - Not again.

Ok...

you stick with me, you play by my rules.

So... What's your relationship with Kelly?

Kelly?

She's like my daughter.

Ah, I get it.

But I don't think you're her type.

Oh really? Why? Why am I black?

No, because you're a asshole.

Well, at least I know you're not a racist.

Justice is just around the corner.

So...

this got dangerous or what?

Only if you're allergic to bad hygiene.

All right, then you follow my lead.

No, you take the hallway. First door on the left.

I'll go around the back. Just in case.

Well, I bet you're hot, aren't you?

They sure were liberated lovers.

By the way, would you like me to liberate myself from this bra?

Yeah, baby,

you should definitely take your top off.

You know all the right things to say.

Damn. Don't cool off. I'll be right back.

- Who is it? - Police!

I need to ask you some questions.

Well, what kind of questions?

Open up.

Just a minute!

I'll be right there.

Going somewhere?

Do you remember me, Justice? Detective O'Hara?

Come on... Come on!

Are you looking for him?

You messed with the wrong guy.

You will come with me.

But I didn't do nothing.

Pack some petroleum jelly computer, boy, 'cause you're gonna need it!

Now, don't play dumb. You did it!

Oh, you mean the bank computer?

- Oh, I didn't do anything. - Of course you didn't.

I'm sorry, Justice.

Detective Baker and I don't necessarily see eye to eye.

Come on, Baker, I need his help on my investigation.

- I'll help you! I'll help you! - Shut up!

There's no way this scumbag is getting out of this.

Come on, he said he'd help.

- He'll help, right? - Yeah, yeah, whatever you need.

Sit down, Justice.

Sit down.

Cool, man. What button did you push?

Can you trace e-mail, graphic files, other messages?

Well, sure, that's not hard.

It just came into the station.

Later, baby. Wait for me.

Man, you look like a slob. How do you stand it?

There's no return address. I can't do it.

I have nothing to work from.

What is this for?

That's for my all-nighter, so I don't have to leave the computer.

- What is it? Coffee? - Urine.

Man, you are nasty.

Oh, now watch. I can trace this message because it's coming in right now.

What the hell?

It's for you.

How can anyone know you're here?

All right, keep him talking.

Type what you want to say and hit return. I can trace him from here.

Holy shit, it's him!

Do it. If you lose connection, I'll lose him.

Who are you?

You don't know?

What the hell was that?

Speech synthesizer.

I got an idea.

Can you prove that you are who you say you are?

How's this?

Holy Shit!

Keep him going, I almost got him.

Why are you killing?

It's a game.

to see who will win?

You two...

... or me?

Yes I know.

Chuck Baker is with you.

He knows I'm here. Hell, this guy knows everything.

I got you, you son of a bitch!

Where?

Beijing... No way...

Tainan...

Taiwan...

No, that's just a blind anchorage.

Los Angeles...

This guy is good.

I'm going to put all this stuff out.

Moscow, Berlin...

Oh, man, even I couldn't do this.

You're gonna find this guy or what?

Get in there. Miami, Gettysburg...

Hold on.

Bingo! Last location: 843 Adam Street, number 21.

Jesus, that's that's right around the corner. Come on, man. Let's go.

Keep talking to him.

Shit! Come on, man!

Pretty slick for an old retired dick ain't ya?

- We got chicken shit. - Yeah, well I wasn't done.

- Where's your gun? - I don't use one.

Why the hell not?

Are you ready?

Man, we got to have a plan.

I'll kick the door.

You go in first and secure the room,

and I'll cover your ass.

Is that the plan?

Why you wanna without a gun covering my ass.

I'll kick the door.

Why?

Because it's your idea. That's why.

See, you guys are always sending the

brothers in first, but I don't think that's--

All right, all right!

We will go in together.

One...

Two...

Police, freeze!

Nobody move.

Unless you're going, you better sit your ass down.

Where is the computer?

Where the fuck is it?

Go take the back. I got these guys.

- Who are you talking to? - Shut your mouth!

Take back!

You're alone, my friend.

Ken!

Where's your backup, detective?

I got your backup right here.

Chicken shit son of a bitch.

Seems like your pal left you all alone, amigo.

He is not my partner.

Look you guys, I got two SWAT teams on their way up here right now.

I don't think so, dipshit.

Would you believe we're a one SWAT team in a canine unit?

What took you so long?

Waiting for the right moment.

I could have been killed.

I wouldn't have waited that long.

Yeah, got a pickup at 843 Adam Street, Apt 21.

Ken...

Thanks.

It's the least I could do.

Yeah.

Well, all we got to do now is find the computer.

There's no computer. It's not there.

- You look? - Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let me get this straight.

It was seven against one,

and you were looking for the computer?

- Yeah, I did. Now get over. - Asshole.

Asshole, asshole, asshole

Asshole, asshole,

Chuck Baker.

a struggling magician,

and even more struggling detective.

Having just emerged from retirement,

Detective Ken O'Hara,

knows he's in over his head.

The fear is too much.

What the hell are you doing, man?

We've got company.

Kelly!

I told you to go home!

Oh, come on. I have to do something.

This is police business.

Oh, save it, Chuck. It's not illegal to follow you guys.

Well, stay out of our way.

Come on, Big Daddy. Come on. Get with it. Come on. Yeah.

Hey, what's your name, baby?

Why don't you come over here and sit down with me?

I got something for you.

Hey, where are you going? Where are you going?

Uncle Ken!

You come here a lot?

I thought you said you guys were going to church.

I'm getting real tired of this. Follow the leadership.

Uncle Ken, don't leave yet.

These girls still have their G-strings on.

Hey, here she comes.

Hey, cutie, how about I get you G-strings?

Hey, shouldn't we..?

Don't worry, Chuck.

She doesn't need our help.

It won't last long.

She's a former national champion.

Let's go.

He always seems to be one step ahead of us.

Man, I would love to catch this bastard so bad.

He's gotta be leaving something behind.

Everybody makes mistakes.

Not this psycho, not yet.

Check the computer print out again. Maybe we missed something.

Yeah...

This is all the standard stuff. You talking to him, him baiting you.

He's got a wit, this one.

Don't give him credit.

Don't give this guy a personality.

Serial killers fit a profile.

White, 30s to 40s.

Certain definable experiences, child abuse, deviant sexuality.

Hey.

I'm just making conversations,

man, so you can spare me the profiling lecture, okay?

I've never seen this before.

What?

The last line of your message.

Say goodbye to Jim, Gene, and the heroes,

there's blood on the moon.

What the hell does that mean?

You got me.

Maybe there's some kind of connection there.

Jim Nabors, Gene Hackman...

Hogan's Heroes.

No, there's nothing there.

Your mind works in weird ways.

Jim Carrey...

Carrey Gene? Carrey's Heroes?

So what, he's going after somebody named Carrie?

Shit this is nuts.

Come on, man, let's get something to eat.

Yeah, I'm checking on Kelly.

Wait a minute, Kelly.

Yeah, I'm checking on Kelly.

Jim Kelly,

the guy from "Enter the Dragon".

Gene Kelly, and Kelly's Heroes.

He's going after Kelly while we're chasing his ghost.

I'm not getting an answer here.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Are you okay?

Oh my God, look what you did to my door.

You could have just knocked.

You know, you didn't have to break the door in.

You can't just barge in here like this.

- We thought you were in danger. - I'm not in any danger.

Except for you two.

We got a message from the killer. He said you're next.

We got here as soon as we could.

Damn, this guy's got us chasing our tails again.

We were here to save you, you know?

- You were? - Yeah.

OK.

Do me a favor, will you?

- Sure. - Knock next time.

Now get out of here!

Well, uh, we like to stick around, but we gotta be going, right, Ken?

You have my paging number, right?

Yes, Uncle Ken.

I have all your numbers.

Way too macho.

Damn, I left the print out behind.

You're killing me!

We have to knock first, remember?

Oh, right.

Police! Freeze!

Shit!

Oh, yes.

I see you put the naked ladies on this one.

I'm trying to keep you happy, detective.

Well, I gotta go.

Hey, who's the babe?

Kelly, what are you doing here?

Where's the uniform assigned to protect you?

I'll work on this case with you, Ken. I'm a target.

Where would I be safer than with you two?

Take me along or I'll just follow you, Uncle Ken. You know that.

She's got a point. She's a target now.

Only just promised to stay out of our way?

You got it, Uncle Ken.

Promise you'll never call me Uncle Chuck.

Cool. Let's run through the victim list again.

Thanks, Justice.

I'll catch that later.

Good luck.

He didn't come out of nowhere.

This guy must be trained.

He's too good.

Nobody teaches killing people.

He's testing different killing methods.

You and I believe in the arts' effectiveness.

He's actually trying it out,

and he's got a list of victims.

We just made the top.

Yeah, but I think he's almost done.

I just wish we knew the sequence.

Who's next?

Why'd you quit, Ken?

I was working serials like you.

I was tracking the bastard.

I'd gone inside his mind.

He'd already killed 10 by then.

But I took him down.

I'd just seen too much.

I'd done too much.

I never want to experience that kind of evil again.

I just don't need it in my life.

Bash, you're pretty bad, right?

He almost killed me.

And it killed my marriage too.

I've been trying to salvage that,

but you saw how it is.

You know, I was married myself.

A long time ago, back when I was in the Academy.

It ended badly.

I tried to blame it on the job,

but it wasn't really that.

I didn't try hard enough.

It's too bad.

You know, Ken?

I don't know you that well.

but you don't seem to me to be the kind of guy that would...

give up, am I right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Then you shouldn't give up on your marriage, man.

I mean, to this day, the only thing I regret is that.

I didn't save my marriage when I had the chance to,

and all I had to do was call her.

And all you have to do is call her.

How come this parable about you is suddenly about me?

Well, Ken, the moral of the story is you should call her,

trying to fix things.

You have the chance, you should take it.

Maybe I will.

You've got motive.

You've got opportunity.

you are guilty.

You don't know anything about me, Chuck.

Yeah, I don't want to know anymore, believe me.

Look.

Here's a quarter.

I flip it, it comes up heads,

you call it. Deal?

Here it goes.

Oh, looks like you win.

What? It's just magic.

All right.

It's killing me.

Hello? Megan?

It's me.

Listen, can we talk?

Yeah, all of us.

Look, I really want to try and work this out.

Ah, shopping.

Here you go.

- A toast. - Why?

Uncle Ken.

You're daddy girl.

The winner!

This one, please.

Thank you. Here you go, honey.

Come on.

Yeah!

All right, Superman.

Megan...

Look, I know it's been tough.

I know it seems like I didn't try.

But I want to change that.

You know? It was never about not loving you.

I don't know how to explain it.

It's... It's just like I shut out the whole.

You shut me out.

And I can't.

I refuse to live like that.

Yeah, and it's the biggest mistake I ever made.

And it won't happen again.

But I need your support...

... all the time.

You have it.

You've always have.

So what do you say, we can live together again as a family?

I want to try it.

Yes, me too.

So how about you guys move back in the house this weekend?

Really, Daddy?

Yeah, I'll try and free up some time for this case to help.

Sounds like a plan.

Lauren would love to move back home?

Yes, I want, I want, yes.

What about you?

Yeah. Me too.

- Damn. - It's okay.

- I'm sorry. - It comes with the territory.

Okay, don't forget it.

- This weekend. - This weekend.

Be careful.

- What's up? - Another one, Baker.

No weapons, no prints, no witnesses. Nothing.

Oh, there's some letters written on the rug.

So we're gonna stick around here for a while.

- Thanks, Bill. - OK, Chuck.

That mean anything to you?

No. You?

A C, an H, an A...

and whatever's under my man's hand, man.

Do me a favor.

Get some good shots of this and blow 'em up for me, okay?

Thanks.

What do you make of this?

There's only one missing.

A mystery picture.

Who do you think is in it?

You did good, Kelly.

Hey Wicks, come here.

Get pictures of this wall,

As soon as the crime scene's been processed,

get them over to the station ASAP.

OK.

Chaco, Chacon, Chaddakoff, Chadderton, Chaddick, Chadha, Chadnick,

Tadorn, Chadwick, Chadwin, Chaff, Chafin,

Chafkin, Chagaris, Chagas, Chagnon, Chahalis,

Chase, Chafkin, Chang.

I can tell you he's trying to write the killer's name.

It just doesn't feel right.

Not writing champagne, that's for sure.

Maybe he's writing something else.

Chamber, Chamberlain, Chambermaid...

Yeah, Chambermaid did.

Chamber music. Chambray.

Chameleon. Camphor. Chammy. Chamomile. Champ. Champagne.

- Champion. - Wait a minute.

Champion! Son of a bitch.

- It's been here all along. - What?

The victims were champions. He's killing them all.

Check this out.

Boxing, wrestling, tough man, kendo, karate, kickboxing,

Shit! All these guys were champions.

But they wouldn't have fought each other.

They have their own competitions.

- They fought each other once. - Huh?

And the link is her father, my instructor.

Wait a minute. What are you talking about?

Have you ever heard of the Masters Challenge?

Damn.

- Remember the tagline? - It's the Tournament of Champions.

I've got some magazines with those pictures in my office. Come on.

- Oh, ohh here it is. - That's it.

This is the photo from the Masters Challenge.

Recognize him?

Most of these guys are staring at steel and jaws at the morgue.

You think our boy's in this shot?

Eddie Cunningham. Boxer. Victim.

Doug Schultz. Tough man. Victim.

Curt McKinney. Point Karate.

Bob Kramer. Kickboxing. Victim.

Master Takado. Victim.

Kevin Haley. Judo. Victim.

Who are these guys?

The first guy is Chad Adkins.

Kung Fu Styles, disqualified during the Tournament

of Champions for excessive contact.

Seems he broke some poor guy's ribs.

I like him so far.

Don't fall in love, it'll be a tough arrest.

Records show he was killed three years ago in a car accident.

All right, give me an update.

Six murdered.

Of the two remaining in the photograph,

one's dead, car crash confirmed.

Which leaves us with just this guy: Willy Nabel.

It fits the profile.

Age, weight, height.

You recognize him, Kelly?

No.

It happened so fast.

I don't know.

This Namath guy has a sheet you wouldn't believe.

He's been picked up a whole bunch of times for assault.

Even did time for assault with intent to kill.

No model citizen, huh?

It gets worse. We had him here last month on something unrelated.

Couldn't hold him.

- Oh, wonderful. - We won't let him get away this time.

Well, what do you think? Is this our guy or what?

- Everything points to him, Chief. - Well, let's grab the bastard.

I'll set up the strike team. Come on.

Do I get a gun?

I'm sorry, Kelly, you can't come along.

You're gonna have to stay here until we catch this guy.

But you said yourself that I was safer with you, too.

Yeah, but we're walking into the valley of the shadow of death here.

We're not gonna be able to protect you.

- You know I can take care of myself. - Discussion's over.

The decision's been made.

It's for your own good, Kelly.

Let's go.

Right.

That must be why I feel so good.

Freeze!

Mr. Guest, please sign in.

It just seemed a little too easy, don't you think?

Way too easy.

The guy barely fought back.

And he wasn't a great fighter.

Found real killer,

132 Lynn Avenue. I'm inside. Kelly.

Shit!

Well, Kelly, how nice to see you again.

Have we met?

Don't be coy.

I've done some research on your career.

You are a national champion, right?

That's right.

How interesting.

It's right there. Hit it.

Freeze! Freeze!

What a lovely family.

What a lovely family.

Someone has to take care of them, O'Hara.

Someone has to take care of them, O'Hara

Hello?

Megan? Are you OK?

I'm fine.

This is so like you, honey.

Letting your friend do the dirty work.

- What friend? - Your friend.

Told me you couldn't get away and helped me move everything in.

Listen to me, Megan.

Where is he now?

Sitting next to Lauren.

They're getting along.

Look, if you can get away, then do it.

If you can't, then don't let on that anything's wrong,

and I'll be right there.

I won't let him hurt you. I promise.

I love you.

I'm scared, Ken.

I know, I know.

I'll be right there.

Don't hang up, let me call Lauren.

Is this my good buddy Ken?

Let me talk to him.

Come for me, Ken.

I'm waiting in the forge.

And by the way,

it's just us now.

No one else.

Just you...

Or they're dead.

Ken, Ken! That's evidence.

There ain't gonna be no trial.

Yeah!

It's just me and him now.

That's bullshit!

We're a team now. I'm going with you.

No, you're not.

Ken, we're cops! We don't do this.

Ken!

It's my family. I can't take any chances.

Ken!

Kick his ass.

Thank you for coming,

O'Hara!

Welcome to hell!

Where are they?

You won't shoot me,

especially since I'm the only one...

Who knows where your lovely wife and daughter are.

The end game has begun!

You bastard!

They are not champions!

They are innocent!

They're part of the plan, Ken.

Just like you and me.

Very good.

God, help!

Help!

Daddy!

Megan!

Ken! Hurry! The bomb started ticking! Hurry!

Hold on, baby, I'm coming!

We have 15 minutes for the Grand Championship match.

Life or death.

It's in your hands now.

Come on.

I got you.

Pull yourself up.

Come on, Ken! Climb up!

You're not going to save them.

Ken!

Megan!

Daddy! Daddy, save me!

Hurry!

Daddy!

Okay, baby. Daddy's gonna save us.

Hurry, Ken.

Hurry.

You couldn't save Kelly, your partner,

your family, and you can't save yourself!

Hurry, Ken.

You can't run away from me!

Daddy!

You can't win.

Oh, God.

Hurry.

- Daddy! - Ken!

Hurry!

Hurry, Ken.

Hurry.

Daddy!

No.

There is no time.

I'm not a child killer.

No slaughter of the innocents.

Subtitles: Kilo.