All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S01 E07 - Blood Relatives (576p - DVDRip)

Thank you for coming.
I'm Greer, Jeffs sister.

Ray Bell. I was a friend
of your brother's at WSU.

- You just missed your classmates.
- I ran into them.

We're gonna get together later.

I... I just can't imagine
the gang without Jeff.

Yeah. He was always talking
about his college friends.

He was always telling
us about his family.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It'd be really nice for my
mother to hear that right now.

- She's kind of falling apart.
- Of course.

(sobbing)

Mom? This is Ray Bell. He's a
good friend of Jeffs from college.

Mrs Colt. I was just telling Greer
how devoted Jeff was to all of you.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I hate to do this to you.

It'll be a beautiful ceremony tomorrow.
Why not go home now and get some rest?

(owl boom)

- Thanks for coming so fast.
- Hope I can help.

You and me both. Son died
three days ago in a car crash.

The mother was found
murdered after the kid's wake.

Can't get the father to stop yelling
long enough to find out anything.

- Anger's a very appropriate response.
- Yeah. Just not very helpful.

Look, Catherine... I
know I've been sceptical

about Victim Services
in the past, but...

I'll see what I can do.

Who are you?

I'm Catherine Black
from Victim Assistance.

- What, a counsellor?
- That's part of what I do.

- Get that lieutenant back here.
- Dad...

- Get him now!
- It Bletcher asked me to talk with you.

- He thought I might help.
- I don't need help. I need to see my wife.

- You haven't claimed the body?
- Don't they tell you anything?

- Dad, please.
- Her body is not government property.

Mr Colt, you're
absolutely right.

But when a crime like this occurs...
the victim is considered evidence.

Unfortunately some people
actually think about her that way.

We were married for 27 years.
They won't even let me see her.

You've got to let
him see his wife.

I'm not jerking him around here.

She was cut up. Viciously.

All the evidence is under wraps.

It won't be real to him
until he sees the body.

I seriously doubt that's the way
he wants to remember his wife.

Then don't expect his cooperation. It
would help to have him on your side.

I could definitely stand to
have someone on my side.

Maybe somebody else should have picked
up the phone when you called this morning.

The coroner wanted the woman
out of here before the bugs got worse.

Peter Watts is
taking a look at her.

Made quite a few footprint
castings. Mostly grave diggers.

It'll take a while
to sort them all out.

The body was covered
with soil and organic matter.

Hair and Fibre
bagged some samples.

A 50-year-old woman standing at her
son's grave. Hurts just to think about it.

- Calla lily.
- She brought it here.

- (screaming)
- Frank.

Nothing very useful off the body. She
didn't have time to put up a struggle.

- What about the son?
- Run-of-the-mill tragedy.

Star running-back celebrates
big win with a blood alcohol of .27.

- Hits a tree at 60 miles an hour.
- Anyone else in the car?

No, he was solo.

I don't think the
son's in the picture.

It's a woman in a secluded
place at night. Massive overkill.

- That says random crime of opportunity.
- He knew who she was.

Not many housewives
make that kind of enemy.

It's not about her. The killer's rage
is directed towards someone else.

I agree. The stab wounds were brutal but
impersonal. Clustered away from her face.

So he knew who she
was, but it wasn't about her?

He sliced her up, but it
wasn't directed at her?

Hey, I'm just trying to keep up.

- Do you wanna see the woman's body?
- No. The boy's.

I understand, Mr Colt, and
we'll make all the arrangements.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Mr Cort has decided to bury
Jeff back east by his grandparents.

Or do you have some
claim on him too?

Mr Colt, Greer... I'm sorry
we got off to such a bad start.

I'd like you to
meet Frank Black.

He's a special
consultant on your case.

I'm very sorry about your loss.

We just want to find
who did this to my wife.

I'd like to talk to you about
that when you're ready.

We're ready now.

I understand quite a few
people came by yesterday.

Yeah. Jeff was... loved.

Were there any strangers?
People you didn't know?

A group of his
college friends came.

Dad, after they left there
was this other guy from WSU.

Um... Ray Bell.

- I never heard of him.
- I introduced him to Mom.

This stranger - was he
standing close to your brother?

- At one point.
- Can you show me?

Like this maybe.

I know this is difficult, but we're
looking for something that's changed.

Something that wasn't here
before. Or something missing.

His pin. Someone
stole his team pin.

You blew curfew last night.

Hey!

- Does anyone around here ever knock?
- Did you hear what I said?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Yeah, you're always sorry. Who puts
his butt on the line and checks you in?

- You do.
- Who takes care of you?

I know. I got
hungry, I headed out.

You think I don't know what you're
up to? You think it's not obvious?

- Let go.
- What's this? Where did this come from?

- Someone gave it to me.
- Nobody gave you anything.

What are you even after out
there? Do you ever think of that?

You're in bed tonight at lights out or
else. I'm not covering for you any more.

"So it's nice to go far
and it's nice to go wide,

but when 'gators are biting
you need some place to hide."

"So wherever you do
go, wherever you roam,

your family still loves you,
you can always... go home."

She wanted to wait up for you.

How's the Colt
family holding up?

I don't know how to help
them understand this.

Son dead. Mom
butchered. It's like Job.

Job endured.

I'm expecting a collapse after
they see the mother tomorrow.

- Anything I can tell them?
- Tell them we're still looking.

Frank, I don't want to
add to the pressure on you.

You're not. It comes from
the outside, the depravity.

- You two make it possible to go on.
- Hi, Daddy.

Hi, sweetheart.

What's 'pravity?

This is the obituary of the boy
who died. It appeared two days ago.

- Here's Ray Bell.
- So he read the kid's obituary.

He's done it before.

He just picks one out of
the paper and shows up?

- Why go to a funeral you don't have to?
- To watch people suffer.

- He didn't watch, he participated.
- You got this from one obituary?

- Not the obituary, the lapel pin.
- What about the lapel pin?

He takes souvenirs
from each funeral.

His performance with the mother was
rehearsed. Skilful, honed by repetition.

If anything ended like this,
we'd have heard about it.

Last night he crossed
the line into murderous

violence - possibly
for the first time.

Next time will
be easier for him.

(Subs)

Oh, I'm sorry for
intruding. I thought that...

I don't know what I thought.

Are you OK?

Right. That's a stupid question.

I'm Tina. David and I
were friends at college.

Eric.

- I guess you knew David from around here.
- Since the fourth grade.

Oh. Oh, you gotta tell me
what he was like as a kid.

He...

- Are you really OK?
- Oh...

When they say it hurts,
they really mean it.

Yeah. Yeah, it's actual pain. It's like
you've been stabbed or something.

I think this house
is getting to me.

- Too many memories?
- Yeah. I'd better go.

Do you need a lift?

Um... I was leaving soon anyway.

And, the truth is, I'm driving his
mother crazy just being here, so...

I could show you where David and
I went fishing when we were kids.

David fishing? No way.

David could skip anything. I
remember one time we found this...

Tina?

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have...

I can't believe that he's gone.

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

- Eric?
- It's OK.

Eric. Eric!

I'm sorry. I...

I'll leave you alone
for a little bit. I...

I rushed over. Some coloured gentleman
caught a rainbow this big a few days back,

so I figured maybe I was due.

"Stop looking."

Does he mean us?

We found two quality
partials. The same index finger.

Ester fuming developed the images,
which we composited into one print.

- We're expediting it through AFIS.
- That bow was underwater.

We've lifted prints off
bones buried 50 years.

(phone rings)

- Detective Bletcher.
- Communication.

- What is he trying to tell us?
- I don't know.

- There's a message on the first body.
- There was nothing.

The carving is too
elaborate for first time out.

The acute angle of the
S. He's thought about it.

Between the stab wounds
and the autopsy, it may be gone.

It's there. Maybe done
hastily. Even an afterthought.

I'll take a look.

Great. Good work.

I think we got a hit. James Dickerson.
Paroled at a Diebstahl Group home.

It's a remand centre
for paroled convicts.

- What was he in for?
- Juvenile. Record's sealed.

- Get up! Get up! Get up!
- What, Connor? What are you doing, man?

You went too far this time, man.

- This is insane.
- I don't wanna hear it,

cos then I'm an accomplice
and they got me by the lips.

- (banging)
- Hang on, I'm coming!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Open up! Police.

Yeah. Just a second.
Just a second.

Open up! Come on!

- I'm getting it.
- He's getting away.

- Move back from the door! In on three.
- I can't let anybody in after eight.

- Let me call the director.
- Three!

- Dickerson! James Dickerson!
- Room three. Don't want any trouble!

All of you, back in your rooms!

Go!

That goes to the alley.

I think he's gone.

You scrape together
250 for a house, spend

the weekends trying
to keep up with repairs...

You gotta wonder how the convicts next
door qualify as a single-family residence.

Here's the bed check.

He was here five
minutes before we were.

- So can I ask what he did?
- You can ask.

Must be bad. You don't go storming
the place over parking tickets.

That's right.

Between you and me,
James isn't programming.

I think he's got a lot of anger.

- And what do you do about that?
- Not much you can do.

Ever heard of denial? "I don't have
the problem, you do." That's James.

So according to this bed check, James
was all tucked in every night this week.

- Tucked in? Sure.
- Are you saying maybe he slips out?

- Anything's possible with that nutcase.
- So help us out here. Good deed time.

OK, I don't go skeezin'
guys out. That's not me. But...

Yeah?

- How did you know about this?
- Some junkie thief hid his fix in there.

I figure maybe James heard
about it. I told ya, I'm here to help.

So what we have here is a guy that
goes to funerals for fun and kills people.

- Plus carves them up.
- Does Social Service have a name for that?

He's a classic "lost child".

And there's an army
of them just like him.

Put up for adoption at one
and a half. Never placed.

In and out of foster care,
reform school, abuse.

He essentially raised himself.

- He didn't do a very good job.
- They never do.

No one showed him how
to connect with the world.

Odd as it sounds, going
to funerals is his attempt.

- Attempt at what?
- Finding human contact.

- Family.
- Family? Please!

Read his diary,
decide for yourself.

But I'm telling you, at some
level, he wants what we all have.

He wants to destroy
what we have.

I read once the first two weeks
of a kitten's life seal its fate.

If it has human
contact, it's domestic.

If it doesn't, it goes feral.

Tough room.

Make anything of these?
All "return to sender".

Peggy DeChant.

- What have we got?
- His mother.

She contacted Victim
Assistance three years ago.

(ferocious barking)

Hey, come on, you know me.

Here. Shh!

I got something for you. There
you go. Come on. Here you go.

Good dog. There you go, doggies.

Come on. Yeah.

Connor, is that you?

- Where have you been?
- Covering your ass with the cops. Move.

- Move over.
- I feel like I'm trapped.

- What's the matter? Nowhere else to go?
- You think I don't know that?

Calm down. You gotta chill
out a little bit. Eat something.

- I can't take this any more.
- It'll make you feel better. Come on.

Come on. Please? There
you go. Here, here, here.

Here. Burger.

Good, huh? Who takes care of
you? Come on. Who's your friend?

Yeah... Thank you very
much. Thank you for your time.

Yes.

Like old times. You're still here
when everyone else has gone home.

I just got off the phone
with the Johnsons.

One of the families in the journal.
They lost a son about a year ago.

- James spent a week in their home.
- And they lived to tell?

They described him as a loving person who
sustained them through a difficult time.

- What pushed that kid over the edge?
- I'm not sure the kid was pushed.

Frank, you were right. I found
something on the first victim.

Her skin was distressed - no message would
have survived - so I turned to clothing.

- What are we looking at?
- Traces of pollen.

- Calla lily?
- There's a message.

- I lifted the image electrostatically.
- It's only fragments.

It's too faint to see, so I
started a time exposure.

After about 50
minutes, there it was.

Not to rain on anyone's parade
here, but we already have this, right?

- "Stop looking"?
- Yeah, it would appear so.

I thought I recognised this S.

(ferocious barking)

- (indistinct voices)
- Connor?

Oh, man!

Call an ambulance!

(faint children's voices)

Mrs DeChant?

Anybody home?

Yeah, hello? Sorry about that. I
was just putting my baby down.

- What is this?
- I'm Catherine Black from Social Services.

It's about James Dickerson.

- You people said I'd never hear from him.
- I know he sent you letters.

Letters? Three years ago he walked
up that driveway. A complete stranger.

He says nothing. Just hugs me and
then he tells me "I wanna come home."

I'm still afraid to let
Jason out of my sight.

He's in custody now.

Good. Keep him there.

- He's been asking for you.
- No.

- I'm out of this.
- Mrs DeChant, he's your son.

He's not my son. He's something that
happened when I was a strung-out teenager.

You said you'd find him a
good home. You deal with him.

We are, but two people are dead.

- He did that?
- I need your help.

So you found her dead?

I went back to the
car to get a coat...

It was cold. And
when I returned...

Well, there she was.

Why didn't you
try to revive her?

She was cut up.

- I was scared.
- Too scared to come forward?

- I told you, I warned to.
- We're open 24 hours a day.

He says he didn't do it.

He may honestly believe that.

Call me when you find out what
"stop looking" means. I got a 6.30 plane.

Are you uncomfortable
with this? I could stay.

Not necessary.

- Is he capable?
- Yes.

Does he fit the profile?

Yes.

Have a safe flight, Peter.
Thank you very much. Thank you.

Let's go over this again.

So when you left
to find this coat,

she already knew that you
never met her dead boyfriend.

Is that right?

Yeah, I guess. I guess.

She didn't leave you
much choice, did she?

I didn't kill anybody.
I swear I didn't.

Yeah, well, James,
Ray, Travis, Eric...

you're kind of a
professional liar.

“Pathological prevarication“
- that's what they call it.

Can I help you?

I came to get James.
Maybe he's busy, huh?

- You might as well go home.
- No hurry there.

The director yanked my trustee
privileges. Could I talk to James?

- Family only.
- That'|| be the day.

Hi. This is Peggy DeChant.
This is my husband Frank.

- Thanks for coming.
- Shall we go?

You came.

I knew you would.

Mom, please tell them that I
didn't hurt anyone. OK? Please.

You know I wouldn't do that.
Tell them. They'll listen to you.

Would you stop it?!

- Did you kill someone?
- No. Tell them.

- Please.
- I can't do this. I don't even know him.

- Mrs DeChant! Mrs DeChant.
- No.

You people raised
him. He's all yours.

You want a confession?

OK. OK.

I killed 'em.

I'd do it again.

So... you did it?

- They're dead, aren't they?
- What's "stop looking", James?

Stop looking, you've found me.

How could anyone
abandon a child?

But millions of people do it.

Millions.

God, it's scary. We have home
after home filled with kids like James

and we know
they'll turn violent.

How do I tell the survivors
that no one saw it coming?

- They're out there.
- A thousand points of darkness.

People full of holes.

Like James. Living
off the fantasy that his

mother will somehow
make everything better.

Frank'?

It doesn't make any sense.
James never gave up.

- He never stopped looking.
- It was fantasy.

"Stop looking" is a message
to James. A warning.

Stop looking... for family?

- The trustee at the group home.
- Who?

Connor. He wanted
James for himself.

(soft bang/something shatters)

Fred?

Fred? Is that you?
Honey, are you home?

Fred? Ow!

Ow! Jesus... Aagh!

(taps running)

- Get in here.
- Hey, easy!

Get in!

It's that two-week
window. Feral or tame?

Take him!

- You should have waited for us, damn it!
- She'd be dead now.

He should have
waited. You tell him.

I know. I know you
had to go in there.

Because of who you are.
Because you had no choice.

Frank... I can't lose you.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Promise me?

I don't want to ask myself,
am I strong enough to be alone?

It's OK. Nobody is.

It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

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