All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S01 E04 - The Judge (576p - DVDRip)

Yeah, I'm going to bring
that pick-up in for an overhaul.

Thanks.

Points, plugs,
carburettor, the whole deal.

- What can I get you tonight, hon?
- A beer and a tuna salad sandwich.

- Will that be it for you tonight, hon?
- Yeah.

There you be, hon.

Thanks.

We're about ready for a
check. Anything else for you?

See you.

Evening.

Evening.

(doorbell)

A package for Mrs Annie
Tisman? Could you sign here?

I haven't ordered anything.
Are you sure it's for me?

It's the correct
name and address?

Oh, yeah, sure. I've been Annie
Tisman more years than I like to count.

You have a good day, ma'am.

(toilet flushing)

- Are you feeling any better?
- A little.

I don't understand this.

Why would someone do this
to me? I never hurt anyone.

Is there some place we
could sit down and talk?

Are they going to
take that away soon?

It's a crime scene.
I can't let you in.

That's OK, Connelly.
It's Frank Black.

- The other room. We can talk in there.
- Wherever you'd be more comfortable.

Bletcher give you any details?

Yeah. Has anybody spoken
to the delivery service?

Package was left in a drop-off box with
a bogus billing code and a bogus return.

- You seen what you need to see?
- Yeah.

Let's get this evidence
bagged and tagged.

Frank? Spare me a minute?

I sent her to be with
a friend. You saw her?

Was she any help at all?

Doesn't seem to be any
reason why it was sent to her.

She's a book-keeper for a
florist. No problems at work.

Widowed ten years ago.
No romantic involvements.

On good terms with the family.

No one with any
grievances she's aware of?

Doesn't make any sense.

This isn't the first time that
you've seen one of these, is it?

Over the last four years, we've
had, uh... human fingers, partial hand,

sent to three
individuals, locally.

No discernible reason
why they were chosen,

and no connection between
any of them we're able to find.

Finger's one thing. A guy
can live without a finger.

But a tongue... The
victim is dead, Bletch.

We need your expertise on this,
Frank. I guess that goes without saying.

- Have a good evening, ma'am.
- Thank you.

"The bear never told the
rabbit, the badger or the crow

that his honey was missing
from the hollow tree."

"But he looked at
them differently."

- Why?
- We'll find out later.

- Were you expecting a package?
- Yeah, files from Bletcher.

I'll look at it downstairs.
Won't take long.

- Can you read the rest before bed?
- Sure I will, honey.

That's the last of the photos. Have
you read the pathology reports?

What strikes me is the
examiner's prior conclusion

the parts were removed
while the victims were alive.

It's possible the victim or
killer weren't acquainted.

So the perpetrator?» been hard to
catch. But the owners of the body parts?

Given the four years' activity,

we can infer the killer's been
careful in disposing of the remains,

selecting victims whose disappearance
wouldn't draw unusual attention.

Frank'?

- Dinner's on the table.
- In a minute.

There's an unusual mindfulness
associated with the violence.

The local ME could
use an educated opinion.

I've got a call in to Cheryl
Andrews. Anything else?

- No.
- Enjoy your dinner, Frank.

Thanks.

We're aware other body parts were all
sundered while the victims were alive,

but this tongue was
removed after death.

Also, the instrument wasn't
as sharp or as skilfully used.

Would that point to,
uh, rage, loss of control?

Doubtful. The cuts aren't
unusually forceful, just imprecise.

A few false starts,
repetitive blade strokes.

- Frank?
- We do have a pattern change.

- Unlikely to be intentional deviation.
- So how do we account for it?

The victim died prematurely
or the killer was interrupted.

The perpetrator
may be getting lazy,

becoming more casual as
his activities lose their novelty.

So it doesn't tell
us much, then.

He's less concerned about being
discovered, but no less dangerous.

There's nothing here to
indicate that this is gonna stop.

A wet, raw night.

- What can I get ya?
- Rain without, rain within.

- A glass of water.
- Really?

Be careful of the tone you take. And
bring Mr Bardale another round now.

What are you at?

You've been released from prison,
newborn in the world. You like it?

If you're some queer
thinks he got lucky...

Queer?

Since the age of 15, you've
been released six times.

- Your total time out's less than a year.
- Are you a cop?

You're out this time after eight
years for robbery with violence.

- Never tried for most of what you've done.
- Parole? I got 24 hours to report in.

Two murders. The girl in
Tacoma your last time out.

The man who picked you up hitchhiking.
You were 17. He was homosexual.

Others you killed in prison. I
admire your capacity for action.

I want you in the world. Your
nature can serve a higher purpose.

You wanna keep me
from going back to prison?

Without me, you'll be in custody
within days. Sooner, perhaps.

- I will keep you in the world.
- You're a lawyer, right?

No, Mr Bardale,
I'm not. I'm a judge.

Sentence carried out contrary
to just instructions of this court.

I had to be practical. It's hard to cut a
guy's tongue out when he's still alive.

I meant to get him unsuspecting,

but he bled out in the parking lot
and croaked before I got the tongue.

You acted as agent of
this court while impaired.

- One beer is all...
- Remember I am who I am.

How was the corpse of
the condemned disposed of?

- The same way as usual.
- You've forgotten.

You feel you can lie as
freely to me as to yourself.

They'll never find it.

I had to hurry.

Carl Nearman,
you've acted selfishly.

You've ignored justice and
the procedures of this court.

I'm discharging you
from the court's service.

(footsteps)

Mr Bardale...

Stand and receive sentence.

Achilles! Achilles, you
come right here, girl!

Come on! Achilles,
come here now.

Come on! Achilles!

What in heaven's name
have you got there?

Oh, God. The most
appalling smell.

- Eugh!
- Achilles, come on now. What you got?

What do you want with that foul,
smelly old thing, huh? What do you...?

Terry? Terry?

Don't panic, but there's a
person there. A dead person!

Frank'?

Catherine.

- How was work?
- Fine.

Um... Frank, that package
that you got the other night...

- What are you working on?
- Why?

I had lunch with
someone from the office.

She's been counselling a woman
who had a tongue delivered to her.

Annie Tisman.

She couldn't give me her name.

Has anyone spoken
to her about her history?

The police interviews
weren't productive.

Her husband was sent to jail
for robbery about 12 years ago.

He was appealing on the basis that
the testimony against him was perjured.

What was the outcome?

The husband was murdered in
prison before the matter was resolved.

Thanks.

I just always feel like a
trespasser down here.

Neither of us should feel
at home with what I do.

(phone rings)

- Yeah.
- Frank, it's Bob Bletcher.

The corpse was barely concealed.
Garden clippings tossed over it.

The tongue cut out. We
caught a break here, Frank.

The body's on its way up. The
pathologist will be right with us.

Is this our guy?

Everything's a match. White
male, fifties, good health.

Blunt object trauma to the skull,
probably prior to these stab wounds.

No defensive injuries. Any or all of
these wounds might have caused death.

- Frank, that's an unrelated DOA.
- Who is this man?

- Is that the John Doe from the tracks?
- Yeah.

Vagrant. Railway cops found him early
AM. Died from a massive loss of blood.

Probably tried to hop a freight and
slipped and his legs swung under.

Happens three or four times
a year. Rail yard bulls hate it.

- Interrupts their poker.
- Want to take a look?

I got an ID from the prints.

You're looking at Jonathan Mellen.
A former Seattle police officer.

- He was a cop?
- Retired seven years.

Divorced. Had a reputation
for being argumentative.

- These two are connected.
- What? Mellen and the DOA there?

Frank'?

One's a murder. The other
is death by misadventure.

Miles apart, Frank. Days apart.

Who was this man, the
man from the freight yard?

Do we know that yet?

You'll find the evidence that
connects these two. It's here.

(ringing)

- Yeah, Frank?
- Penseyres? Can you hear me?

A lot w! Links and patches between
us. I'm travelling. I may lose you.

I'm looking for older documentation.
Court records archived on hard copy.

If it can be found, it will be.

The records pertain to the husband of the
woman who received the tongue. Tisman.

T as in Tom, I-S-M-A-N.
He was a state prisoner.

He would have filed a post-conviction
appeal between nine and twelve years ago.

OK.

We lD'd the body. An
ex-Seattle police officer.

He may figure in the record
of the court proceedings.

- I'll check it.
- I'll be in touch.

(doorbell)

500 years ago, you would
have been burned as a witch.

Nothing I do is magic, Bob.

A lot of people shouted that
from the middle of a bonfire.

You were right
about the two bodies.

Pathologist found tissue under
the nails of the rail yard corpse.

Tissue blood types
matched. DNA will confirm it.

They were killer and victim.

- What do we know about the killer?
- Ex-con named Carl Nearman.

- What's his history?
- Half a dozen bits at state prisons.

Robbery, theft.
Released five years back.

- No record since?
- No. Clean, by all accounts.

Never even missed a date with his parole
officer. Not your model citizen, but...

You were right, Frank. I
wanted you to hear it from me.

It doesn't fit, Bob.

What are you talking about?
I gave you the rundown.

A violent repeat
offender, repeatedly jailed.

Habitual criminal, not someone capable
of acting with this kind of purpose.

This one's in the books.
You made the connection.

It must have made sense to you.

There is a connection, but the easy
thing to do is to overlook the complexity.

There's an act of hubris at
work here, a perverse calculus.

- I know these men. I've chased them.
- Uh-huh.

There's someone
else in this, Bletch.

Oh, boy!

Frank, you know, sometimes
if it quacks, it really is a duck.

The accused removed lighting from his
apartment building's common stairwell.

This action resulted in
a female client, aged 62,

sustaining fatal injuries
as a result of a fall.

It is now my duty to
pronounce sentence.

You are to apprehend the
condemned as instructed.

Having transported him to the place
designated, amputate his right leg.

I got it written down from
earlier, Judge. I like the foot.

The son of a bitch, he kicked
that old lady down the stairs.

The prisoner shall be
conscious prior to the amputation.

- Make him aware of the court's sentence.
- I'll rub it in good.

The hood may seem
superfluous to you.

I pronounce sentence
to honour what we do,

and to set it apart from
frying bacon or passing gas.

Oh, I respect that, Judge.

Only, the two of us here,
it seems like law court.

Mine is not a court of
law. It is a court of justice.

We cannot address every case. Our scope
is not broad like the common law courts.

It is narrower.

Deeper.

More pure.

Our judgment, final.

I'd better get going.

You're doing the right
thing like this. It feels good.

I'm real grateful, Judge.

(tool jangles)

Oh, dammit!

I could really use
a hand, mister.

Come on. Please.

(guard) There's no windows. You
know, what do you see these days?

Don't mind the no windows after a while.
I been here six years, working security.

It's important. You
know you're contributing.

Foot! Turn it back!
Turn the belt back!

Go for a damn supervisor!

I ain't got it for this crap.
I've got training for bombs.

Well, going by the state of
decomposition, assuming no refrigeration,

I put the amputation
within 36 to 100 hours.

Got to be the same guy,
Nearman, we made for the others.

Who was the addressee?

Guy's name is Philman,
widower, due to retire this year.

Time stamp on the package?

It could have sat in the
drop box over the weekend.

Another five or six hours before
getting sorted, stamped and shipped.

Plenty of time for
Nearman to do it.

We're assuming the same
perpetrator. Nothing else makes sense.

The time frame works.

We see the established pattern.
Amputation with the victim alive.

That's not the
established pattern.

It's the return to the
established pattern.

The guy who killed the
cop, Mellen, he didn't do this.

- Then who did?
- Someone else.

These impressions on
the calf. Was there a sock?

Yeah, yeah. Right here, Frank.

We've got our guy. Every
piece of evidence says he did it.

No. This is the old pattern.

This limb belongs to
someone who may still be alive.

We recess for a
debate, that may change.

(fax beeps)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

- Did you receive the records?
- I'm looking at them.

Cements the connection between the
cop and the lady who was sent the tongue.

The dead police officer, Mellen, was a
prosecution witness in the Tisman trial.

- The conviction turned on his testimony.
- Possibly false.

Annie Tisman was sent
the tongue of the cop

who perjured himself
against her husband - why?

- Somebody's righting wrongs.
- A New Age vigilante?

This person is directing
the killer or killers,

and there's nothing
new about that.

I've got something here.

Soil composition suggests a bog.

Absence of pesticide, with the
presence of cranberry seeds,

indicate it was once a
working cranberry farm.

Geibelhouse! I need
you to listen to this.

- Are you familiar with Chelan County?
- Yeah, sure.

If you get a topo map, we could
narrow this down to a few specific sites.

Geibelhouse! You
keep working this area.

You two, follow me.

The man we're looking for is in this area.
He could be covered, hidden in debris.

Get on the radio. I want
everybody down here.

Where's those EMTs?

- Get them up here right now!
- Get that stretcher!

Lieutenant!

- Lieutenant!
- We found our victim.

There's no rush.

- How long has he been dead?
- Two hours. Maybe a little less.

- Improvised tourniquet kept him alive.
- Used his own belt.

How do you imagine? The
pain... Knowing you're gonna die.

Those are the orders of execution.
The killer's following a protocol.

- Resuming the MO.
- Orders from whom?

A controller. Calling the shots.

Out of caution or distaste, he's
chosen to avoid direct action.

- He's found a new surrogate.
- To carry on the killing.

Predisposed to an alternative theory of
justice. Disillusioned, credulous, naive.

We're looking for two guys?

The killer's capable of
a high level of violence,

someone who's been in
the justice system, done time.

Ex-con, moves in similar circles outside.
Limited number of places these people go.

- Limited ways they socialise.
- I know the kind of places you mean.

Thanks a lot.

Nothing. Muscle-head bartenders!
Know nothing and try to keep it a secret.

I don't know, Frank.

We've pretty much
done the circuit.

Even if this controller exists, it
doesn't mean we're going to find him.

This might not be the night.

- Come on.
- We'll check parole records...

Not now, Bletch.

The killer's inside.

Pale and pasty, hadn't
been out of doors lately.

Relatively recent
jailhouse tattoo on his neck.

If he is just out, what makes
him right? What says he's our guy?

- He recognised us.
- I look like a cop. Maybe you do too.

He made eye contact. He didn't
just know we were law enforcement.

- He was expecting us. He didn't panic.
- OK, we'll detain him.

- We want the guy who runs him.
- He'll give that up, if he's the killer.

And there's always physical
evidence. We'll prove it.

Wait till he gets in his car.

- My judicial privilege shelters you.
- Yeah, but what do I do?

We cannot be called into
account by courts at perpetual odds

with the justice they presume
to assure their existence.

There are cops riding circles
and you're on your justice horse.

Shut up, Bardale! Don't
let fear make you insolent.

The cops in the bar.
Are they looking for you?

You're an afterthought,
Bardale. They want me.

Why? Why would they, Judge?

Because if you saw
them, they saw you.

If they wanted you, they'd
take you. Then they'd miss me.

If they left you, they
have some idea I exist.

I've been wanting to meet
the man who could find me.

They will come to me and, as I promised,
I will protect you. Now, do as I say.

Take my oar. Drive away.

OK.

I can't wait for
this guy any longer.

Go. You've got the description.

Didn't go right, didn't go
left. Right down the middle.

That's gotta be it. It's
what the killer was driving.

That's gonna lead us
to the man in charge.

It shouldn't. That car
should be hot, plates stolen.

I have a feeling that the man
we're after doesn't operate that way.

(banging on door)

Detective Lieutenant Bletcher, Seattle
PD. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

I've been expecting
you. Come in.

We'd like you to come with us.

I've reviewed journals
from the suspecfs home.

There's material linking him to
the body part recipients and victims.

- He's in this.
- You're the ADA. Do we charge him?

I called my boss. He said no. We
don't have enough from the scrapbooks.

There's over a thousand names,
but nothing to satisfy motive.

- Did you get a statement we can use?
- We're working on it.

That's a no?

Once more, do you
recognise this man?

Once more, it could be Carl, a
hired man who cared for my hogs.

A drifter and an alcoholic. I
never asked his last name.

Where is he?

He looks dead, but since
you won't say, I won't guess.

We have evidence that your hired
man committed at least one murder.

A man named Mellen. Does
that name sound familiar?

No.

This man.

- It looks something like Mike.
- Another pig guy you barely know?

Didn't I say so?
If that is Mike.

- You said you're a livestock auctioneer.
- I got 15 going on 15.5.

15.5,15.5 for this good steer right
here. Thank you, sir! Can I have 15.50?

- 15.50 for this steer.
- Shut up!

Damn!

Well, it's gonna take another ten minutes,
but we're going to have to cut him loose.

- Who's in there with him?
- No one.

- I never took his belt or laces either.
- I'd like to talk to him.

- You know he asked for you last night.
- Talk to him. He's going home soon.

He called you "The Outsider".

Sit down.

- What should I call you?
- Judge. Or the name on the report.

- "My name is Legion."
- Legion?

When Jesus expelled demons
from a herd of enchanted hogs,

story has it that the demons
told him their name was "Legion".

- How would you like to work for me?
- Work? You mean killing.

Every man finds his own path to
justice. You needn't commit now.

The offer's open.
A month, a year...

Many benefits.

I know you're sometimes scared for your
family, your wife. There's a child, yes?

When you spoke to Bardale, what did
you say when he called from the bar?

Bardale. Who can speak to Bardale,
a slave of echoes? I can talk to you.

- We're after the same thing.
- How's that?

I can show you an absolute
justice, an unconstrained justice.

You'd have freedom
to act without fear.

Bardale and his kindred,
they fear me, they obey me.

Your family would be
safe from such threats.

- Uh-huh.
- The police are about to release me.

You and your associates have never been
as close to me as I've allowed this time.

I wanted you to hear my offer,
feel its truth, see my strength.

- We're going to find Bardale.
- Oh, yes.

My congratulations in advance.

Well, it's time to go.

And remember, the offer's open.

If I'm hard to reach, don't make
the conventional assumptions.

- What'd he say?
- He offered me a job.

If something's bothering
me, all I do is eat.

It's been going on for almost a
week, Frank. You want to talk about it?

The man I had Bletcher pick up
has filed a half a dozen lawsuits.

City attorney's ordered the
police to stay away. Want this?

No, thanks.

There's nothing to be done
to bring this man to justice?

He flouts the system
and gets away with it,

as if his private justice
was a higher, purer form.

He uses conventional
law to protect himself.

When you believe in nothing,
everything is acceptable.

It's a game to him. He
sits at home, a free man.

He's taunting us.

What about the accomplice,
the man you saw at the bar?

Can't find him. He may be dead.

- He couldn't be hiding?
- He's not good at hiding.

He'd be seeking his own comfort.

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't
be this close to his place.

I think Bardale's in there.
That's why we can't find him.

I can't go near there. I step on
this property and Bardale's not there,

I put the department
in real legal trouble.

Stay close by.

I can't advise you
to go there yourself.

(squealing)

(can ringpull opens)

- You a cop?
- No, I'm not a cop.

I'm a private citizen.

Like me.

- You looking for someone?
- Where's the guy who lives here?

Around.

- You have nowhere to go.
- Back to prison.

I was always going
back to prison.

Where did you get those cuts?

On business.

Man wasn't no judge.

- What was he?
- Well, who cares now?

He was no judge of me.
That's how it turned out.

He betrayed you.

In prison you don't
have it both ways.

You're either an
inmate or a convict,

a man or a piece
of worthless crap.

Judge said the system was worthless
crap, then he gets in bed with the system.

He was a pig... like the rest.

- He promised to take care of you.
- Who gives a rat's ass?

Wasn't what he said, it's
what he was that mattered.

He was bitch enough
to let the cops take him,

file lawsuits after he let
them do it. Bitch in the heart.

Wasn't any kind of judge.

Bitch was pure pig.

I want you to come
outside with me.

You know what Gary Gilmore
said right before they shot him?

Well, then...

"Let's do its."

(Bletcher) OK, Bardale.
Have it your way.

Get him out of here.

He's not talking to me.
It's just convict to cop.

- What did he say to you?
- He said the Judge was a pig.

Bardale killed him
and put him in there.

Probably hamstrung him,
then dumped him in there.

Probably.

- You don't know?
- I don't want to know.

Frank, the bodies we never found,
we'll find what there is to find in there?

It's over.

I'm going home now.

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