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Copycat 1995
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[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[WOMAN CACKLING]

HELEN: The screams of the
victim deaden his pain.

The act of killing makes
him feel intensely alive.

What he feels next
is not guilt...

but disappointment.

It was not as wonderful
as he'd hoped.

Maybe next time, it
will be perfect.

And as his determination
builds to take another life...

he plans, in obsessive detail...

what props he'll bring...

what knots he'll tie.

Let me ask you guys something.

What turns you on?

What really does it for
you? Is it a great body?

Is it a nice smile?
Is it beautiful legs?

What turns on a serial killer is the
suffering and death of another human being.

Now, I'd like to ask
you guys a favor.

If you could all stand up,
all the men in the room.

Please indulge me.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Come on, it's only fair, after
all the time you've ogled us.

Now, would everybody under
20 and over 35 have a seat.

If you are of Asian or African-American
descent, you may sit down.

Kenny, turn that
light on, please...

so we can get a good
look at these guys.

Ladies, what do you see?

Some pretty cute guys,
don't you think?

If one of these fellas asked
you out for a drink, you'd go.

Let me tell you something.

Nine out of 10 serial
killers are white males...

aged 20 to 35...

just like these.

Albert DeSalvo,
Bianchi and Buono...

Berkowitz, Dahmer, Ted Bundy.

They were quiet, unassuming...

even nice.

They had jobs. They
made decent neighbors.

Their victims trusted them.

The FBI estimates...

there could be as many
as 35 serial killers...

cruising for victims
even as I speak.

Guys, sit down.
You're scaring me.

Serial killers are not a
20th-century invention...

but we are spawning
them in greater numbers.

The state of Florida spent
almost $8 million...

to electrocute Ted...

[MOUTHS] You're dead.

[SIGHS]

Sorry.

The state of Florida spent $8
million to electrocute Ted Bundy.

Wouldn't that money have been better
spent keeping him confined...

subject to intense
scientific scrutiny?

Isn't our best hope to try to identify
the Ted Bundys of the future...

before they kill?

Thank you.

[CHEERING]

HELEN: Don't park next to
vans. STUDENTS: Thank you.

HELEN: Thanks for coming.

I'm hitting the ladies' room.

Since she's using the ladies'
room, I'll use the men's room.

OFFICER: Thanks for your
help, Tom. TOM: Anytime.

[KNOCKS]

Hello?

Sorry, ma'am.

- Okay, doc, it's all yours.
- Thank you.

[DOOR LOCK CLICKS]

[GRUNTS] [HELEN YELPS]

[GASPING]

Dr. Hudson?

Hello?

[GASPING]

OFFICER: Come out
with your hands up.

I'm not gonna ask you...

What are you doing with my gun?

How'd you get my gun?

What are you doing in the ladies' room?
Are you spying on little girls again?

Hey. I'll tell you
something right now. Hey!

Don't she look pretty
up there, officer?

You know what I want to know?

Help me out on this, Dr. Hudson,
since you're the expert.

How would a fartknocker
like me...

take out a dumb guy like this?

Would you stick him...

or would you shoot him?

Stick him or shoot
him? I can't...

I can't decide, but I think I'll
just go ahead on and do both.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo! Hot potato!

You bloodied up my
knife, you dog.

I hate cops.

Hey, Dr. Hudson.

What do you say me and
you have a little fun?

[PANTING]

[HELEN YELLS]

[PANTING]

HELEN: John Adams...

Adams...

Jefferson...

James Monroe, James Madison...

John Quincy Adams.

Andy?

[PANTING]

John Quincy Adams.

Andrew Jackson.

Martin Van Buren.

Wait a minute.
This is so stupid.

Calvin Coolidge.

Andy?

[GASPING]

Oh, God!

Hello, Kate.

I got you beat.

Bye, Kate.

[GUNSHOTS]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING
IN THE DISTANCE]

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING
IN THE DISTANCE]

Police! Freeze!

The good news is,
you're still alive.

You see a downside to that?

This is pretty
remedial stuff, Ruben.

Remedial? Let's
review the scenario.

Didn't anyone at the Academy teach
you to shoot conservatively?

Boom-boom-boom...
Ba-boom-boom-boom?

You shredded him.

RUBEN: I'm an intuitive cop.

With poor impulse control.

Let's assume you didn't mow
down a 75-year-old man...

who couldn't hear your
warning because he's deaf.

Huh? Eh?

Let's say you greased the guy while
he was trying to surrender. Ah.

Well, he jumped out at me.

Now you're on leave
pending an inquiry.

Friends wonder if you're a
psychopath. On top of that...

the guy's junkie wife's lawyer slams
a wrongful-death action up your tail.

All right, smartass,
let's see how you do.

The shoulder of his
gun hand's exposed.

You hit the brachial nerve, he drops
the gun. You read him his rights.

Plus, you haven't taken a human
life so your karma's still okay.

[PHONE RINGING]

You hungry? I'm starving.

- Aren't you gonna answer that?
- No, it's probably not important.

I'm sure she thinks it is.

How about Moroccan?
You like couscous?

Don't you want to
know which one it is?

BOTH: Hello?

You must have mental telepathy.
I was just about to call you.

The usual. Long days making
sure justice prevails.

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN WHISTLING]

[CHUCKLES]

[SIRENS WAILING]

MJ: 10390 Mariposa.
RUBEN: Yeah.

MJ: Scaffolding on the north and
west sides of the building.

Great. The Mouth is here.

RUBEN: You can end her career.

Pop her in the brachial nerve,
she'll drop the microphone.

FOUR TOPS [SINGING ON RADIO]:
I miss your sexy ways

It's a thought.

Yeah

I miss the ins and outs...

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MJ: How are you?
SUSAN: Fine, thanks.

Can you confirm reports
that this latest murder...

fits the same pattern
as the other two?

We just got here. I'm
not prepared to...

Is there a serial killer stalking
the streets of San Francisco?

RUBEN: Susan, thank you. - Excuse
me. I'm a member of the press.

JIM: Hey, MJ, all done.

Hey, Jim. Can you grab some overalls
from the crowd, some nice, clear faces?

- I'll make them say "cheese."
- Oh, Jesus.

The landlady found her.

The front door was open.
She tried the bell.

The tenant didn't answer, so she
went inside and found the body.

She used the telephone to dial 911,
otherwise she touched nothing.

- You're thinking robbery?
- It doesn't look like it.

It's all yours, kids. I'll
take care of the Mouth.

Good morning, sir.

- With this scaffolding, we should call...
- I'll call the contractor.

Take this.

- Good morning.
OFFICER 1: Morning.

OFFICER 2: Morning, MJ.

- Were you first on the scene?
- Yes.

- That the landlady?
- Yeah.

- Ruben? Thanks.
- Sure.

- "Johnson." What's the first part?
- Mike.

Did you touch anything, Mike?

I don't want to get excited about
latents and find out they're yours.

- No, I didn't.
- You didn't?

Mm-mm.

Okay.

LANDLADY: She usually goes jogging
in the morning, to the Delores Park.

[STOVE HISSING]

- Hi, Bill. BILL: Hey, MJ.

- Ruben? RUBEN: Yeah?

- This one.
- Okay.

[INVESTIGATORS
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Hi.

- Morning.
- Morning, MJ.

[SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]

[WOMAN WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

- Hi.
- Wow!

- Uh-huh. MJ: Pretty wild.

[FLY BUZZING]

- How you doing?
- Okay.

Got an estimate for me?

- About eight hours.
- Mm-hm.

I'm seeing ligature
marks, petechiae.

Strangled, huh?

- Same as the others.
- Yeah.

MJ: Bag all the stuff on the
bedside table? BILL: Yes.

Thanks, Bill. Excellent.
That's the only one I need.

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

MJ: Mike?

Yes, ma'am.

- Were you the first one here?
- Yes.

Did you touch anything?

No, ma'am.

What's wrong, Mike?

Nothing.

If you're holding out on me, I'll
get it out of you. You know I will.

There was a stocking around
her neck when I found her.

- I don't know what happened to it.
- Hmm.

Who else was in there
before the CSI showed up?

Lieutenant Quinn.

That's all right,
then. Thanks, Mike.

SUSAN [ON TV]: Celebrating 25 years of the
spirit of the '60s in San Francisco...

the Festival of Love got
underway today in Golden Gate Park.

- Why did you remove evidence from the...?
- Shh.

I want to hear this.

SUSAN: In Potrero Hill...

homicide detectives discovered
yet another grisly murder today.

Police would not comment, but informed
sources inside the department...

tell us this latest death...

could be the work of the same killer
responsible for the deaths of two women.

Susan Schiffer, Potrero Hill.

You messed with the scene.

Somebody around here can't keep his
big yap shut, and I'll find out who.

What did you do
with the stocking?

I tagged it.

I don't want some blabbermouth
leaking the m.o. To her...

so she can tell everyone,
leaving us nothing to play.

Am I in charge of
this thing or not?

Why are you so prickly?

I ought to be the one deciding
what evidence to sequester, sir.

All right, inspector.

Which evidence on this case
would you like to sequester?

- The stocking around the neck.
- The stocking around the neck.

God, you're one pushy broad, MJ.

I'll take that as a
compliment, sir.

QUINN: MJ?

I didn't say serial killer,
you didn't say serial killer.

[ROSSINI'S "LARGO AL
FACTOTUM" PLAYING ON STEREO]

HELEN: For chrissake.

Again.

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[WHISPERING]
George Washington.

John Adams.

Thomas Jefferson.

James Madison.

James Monroe.

Oh, come on, Helen.

John Quincy Adams.

Martin Van Buren.

[GRUNTS]

[GASPING]

Idiots!

So you followed the girl
home. And then what?

I killed her.

Where did you do that?

It was in the bathtub.

Why did you do that?

She was dirty.

She was a very dirty
girl. Very dirty.

So do you remember...

how many times you stabbed her?

Eighty-seven.

Harvey?

Yeah?

Get the fuck out of here.

I got work to do. Come on.

Come on, let's go. What?

The blood of the innocents
are on these hands.

I understand. That's a terrible
thing. But let me tell you...

if you come back, I'll make
you stand in the corner again.

INSPECTOR: Bye, Harvey!

- But innocent blood is on these hands.
- I understand. It's terrible.

RUBEN: Bye, Harv.

You don't care about the truth.

We pay for city government, just like
this, and you never care about the truth.

I killed her!

NIKKO: I know. HARVEY: I
killed her in the bathtub.

NIKKO: Goodbye, Harvey.

- Hi.
- Hi. Whew.

Was it something I
did in another life?

Probably something
you did in this one.

RUBEN: Stuff came in from Mercer.
Medical, dental receipts.

- Nothing in common with
the others. NIKKO: Ruben.

What is that around your neck?

I'd get one like yours, Nikko,
but I don't live near the Kmart.

How about friends,
acquaintances?

Uh-uh. The only thing these girls had
in common is they all owned vibrators.

It's a tool of survival.

How can he come to
work wearing that?

God. Lay off him.

A cop should look like a cop.

What's the world coming to?

PACHULSKl: Let me let you talk to
the lead inspector on the case.

Hold on.

MJ, we got Deep Throat again.

How many calls is that, Pach?

That makes three today.
Fourteen, total.

Phone company set
up on our Centrex?

Yeah, this morning.

Have Gigi put a
tracer on her ass.

RUBEN: I'll see if it'll work.

Inspector Monahan
speaking. Homicide.

HELEN: Yes, hello.

[WHISPERS] Ask her
about the moon bike.

MJ: I'm really interested
in your ideas.

The moon bike...

[CHUCKLING]

- What is that?
HELEN: Moon bike?

I said a "lunar cycle." I think
he might be on a lunar cycle.

Because the first two
murders were 28 days apart.

Still want to crack jokes?

No, this is no joke. Neither is tying
up police lines with crank calls.

Are you calling me a crank?

Do you have any evidence to
report? Did you know the victims?

HELEN: This is number three.

That is an opinion,
not evidence.

May I ask who I'm speaking with?

[DIAL TONE]

Aah.

Who's Helen Hudson?

ATTORNEY [ON TV]: Dr. Hudson, what
did you think of his claim...

that he tied these
women to a tree...

and burned them alive because
Joan of Arc told him to?

HELEN: He was lying.

ATTORNEY: How do you know?

HELEN: People suffering from aural
hallucinations hear voices in both ears.

In stereo.

Daryll Lee told me...

Joan of Arc always
appeared on his left side...

and spoke softly
in his left ear.

Those are the lab results,
hot off the press. No sperm.

MJ: Wow.

So we've got a serial.

You didn't say that.

ATTORNEY: You interviewed
Cullum three times.

Who's that? The woman
that got the cop killed?

She might be useful.

The woman is a wrong number.
Work the clues, for chrissake.

Sir?

What clues? We don't
have any clues.

Nobody here has ever worked
a serial case before.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I have.

- The Zodiac, right?
- Right.

Did anyone ever catch the Zodiac,
or did he die of old age?

What?

Commissioner's on 2, about
the Chinatown thing.

Work the clues.

ATTORNEY: Only part. I
see. But what else?

HELEN: Mr. Cullum satisfies
the rules for sanity...

in being fully aware at
the time of the murders...

that his actions were
wrong and unlawful.

ATTORNEY: Thank you, Dr.
Hudson. No more questions.

[MOUTHS] You're dead.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

ANDY: Hello. - San
Francisco Homicide.

I'm Inspector Goetz. This
is Inspector Monahan.

- Yes?
- Is Helen Hudson here?

I'm her assistant. Can I help?

MJ: If we could
have a few minutes?

ANDY: Come in.

This way, please.

Dr. Hudson, this is
Inspectors Goetz and Monahan.

He's escaped again, right?

- I'm sorry?
- Well?

Is he out or isn't he?

MJ: I'm not following, ma'am.

Let's talk about
your phone calls.

Phone calls?

I didn't make any phone calls.

[ANDY CLEARS THROAT]

Isn't this nice?

Would everyone like to sit
down? Shall I make coffee?

Get me my stuff.

ANDY: Joyfully.

I talked to you this
morning, Dr. Hudson.

Do you remember?

Of course I remember.

There's nothing wrong with my
memory. You called me a crank.

- Yes, ma'am. HELEN:
I suppose I am.

I got a couple of
crank calls myself.

That's why I thought Daryll
Lee Cullum was out of prison.

If Daryll Lee had gotten out,
you'd be the first to know.

Well, good. I'm relieved.

MJ: I hate to sound like a broken
record, but you called us.

Yes.

- I did. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.
- Why?

There's a serial killer out there who's
strangled three women. He'll do it again.

MJ: If there's evidence connecting these
murders, nothing's been reported.

- How do you connect them?
- I don't know.

Twenty years of clinical experience and
having serial killers on the brain.

Would you work with us on this?

You're kidding, right?

No, ma'am.

I thought you knew that I
don't do this anymore.

I'm retired.

Is that why you called us 14
times? Because you're retired?

Help me out. I really
admire your work.

Does she do this...

wide-eyed-little-girl
routine often?

Yeah.

Does it work?

- Usually.
- Sometimes.

You can spare me the bullshit.

You don't admire me or like
me. None of your people do.

But the thing is, I don't give a fuck!
That's the upside of a nervous breakdown.

If you don't mind, I
have a very busy day.

Well, ma'am, it's a hell of
an apartment you got here.

I guess...

the books you wrote about
these scumbags paid well.

[VOICE ECHOING] Now, we
can't afford to pay you...

your usual fee...

but if you'd be so
kind as to look...

I don't want these here.

- Would you be comfortable downtown?
- I don't want to see these here.

- I'll drive you, if you prefer.
- Andy?

Andy? Andy!

- Andy! Andy! RUBEN:
What's wrong?

ANDY: It's all right. It's okay.
Just breathe. I'm here. Breathe.

- Should we call the paramedics?
- No.

It's just a good,
old-fashioned panic attack.

She hyperventilates till she faints, then
her breathing gets normal and she's fine.

- What did we do?
- She's agoraphobic.

She's afraid of spiders too?

She hasn't left home
in over a year.

She's okay?

She's fine. In half an
hour, she'll be singing.

MJ: Tell her...

we're sorry we bothered her.

ANDY: Did you want her
to look at those?

If you do, leave them.

I'll make sure they're safe.

Tell her to call me...

if she feels like it.

That one is a strange ranger.

[MJ GIGGLES]

Quinn said she was a crackpot.

He forgot to mention
pill-popping juicehead...

hyperventilating,
agoraphobic asshole.

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

I thought she was sweet.

Ruben!

Honest to God!

Are they gone?

All gone.

Oh, God!

I must have looked
like such an asshole.

No, no.

You look good with a
bag on your head.

Oh, God.

I want to die.

I wouldn't.

He'll be back.

Who'll be back?

Don't be coy.

You thought he was cute too.

- No, I didn't. I did not.
- Didn't you?

You like those cute, brutal types
with the eyebrows and the handcuffs.

[GIGGLING]

Admit it.

- Oh, God.
- What? What'd I say?

Nothing.

I miss men.

Yeah? And what am I?

You know what I mean.

I miss sex.

He was pretty cute.

Yes, he was very cute.

[GIGGLING]

Okay, no young cops for you.

Come on. Up you go. Sit over
here. Look at these pictures.

Why are these here?

I'll get you some coffee.

Andy, I can't.

ANDY: Why don't you
just die, then?

They'll find you years from now amongst
unopened mail and unread newspapers.

Yeah, the old hermit lady. She
lived on cat food and Camembert.

She used to be a really
good shrink once.

Make up your mind.
Here's your coffee.

Live or die.

[FAURE'S "IN PARADISUM" PLAYING]

[CREAK]

Andy?

You scared me.

NIKKO: Burning the
midnight oil?

This stuff never
gets any easier.

Yeah. That's why they
pay us the small bucks.

Hey, listen.

Do you?

[STAMMERING]

[NIKKO LAUGHS]

What would you think if...

when you're finished here
we go to Joe's and we...

have a steak and...

I don't think so.

Thanks anyway.

What? You got other plans? Not
that it's any of my business...

MJ: You got that right.

RUBEN: Bean curd,
smoked-eel sushi.

Oh, Nikko.

We got prawn tempura, seaweed
salad. You want to join us?

You kiss your mother
after eating that?

No. I can kiss you, if you like.

Go fuck yourself.

Who put the bug up his ass?

Where's my cheeseburger?

I made an executive decision.

Japanese.

It's better for your heart.

Ruben? Ruben?

You didn't even get french
fries. You're pissing me off.

Here, here.

Any word from...

Helen "Put a Bag
Over My Head" Hudson?

Not yet, but there will be.

No way.

Five bucks she's going
to call tonight.

Deal.

Wait a minute.

What's this Quarter Pounder
with cheese doing here?

DISPATCHER: Homicide.

Inspector Monahan, please.

HELEN: These three are the
work of the same man.

This one is different.

Are you testing me?

Well, not exactly. We had
reason to believe...

I have to take tests now?

[GROANS]

Ongoing case?

RUBEN: Six months.

The scene is disorganized.

The killer lives nearby. He would've
been too disoriented to drive.

You have two possibilities: One is a
mental patient, the other is a boyfriend.

Someone who was denied
sex on this occasion...

who knew and cared about her.

He beat the shit out of her.

But he felt remorse.

He covered her up afterward,
because he felt conflicted.

Not like this man.

These are the work of someone
who is not conflicted at all.

He's doing exactly
what he wants to do.

Highly organized.

I'll bet there were no prints,
no stains, no blood. Right?

- Right.
- No sign of forced entry.

He probably conned his way in.

These may or may not
be about sex...

but they're about power.

See the multiple thumbprints
along the throat?

Was the hyoid bone broken?

Yes, it was.

He strangles them face to face,
so they can see his power...

and he can watch their
terror. That gets him off.

Then he revives them
and does it again.

Look for an intelligent white male, 20
to 30 years old, socially functional...

with a major interest
in golden oldies.

Did I pass?

You passed. What do you
mean by "golden oldies"?

Where's the stocking that was
tied around this one's neck?

How'd you know that?

I mean, I assume it was a
stocking and not pantyhose...

tied in a big loopy bow...

like this one, right?

Right.

For goodness sakes, it's
the Boston Strangler.

He's imitating Albert DeSalvo's crime
scene down to the kinky details.

This guy's copycatting a serial
killer who's been dead for...

Twenty years.

Why DeSalvo? Why not somebody
in the news recently?

Gacy or Ramirez?

I don't know.

I mean, these guys
are like viruses.

There's always
some new mutation.

WOMAN [SINGING]: Tears are
running down your breast

And your friends

Treat you like a guest

Don't you want somebody to love?

MAN: Hi. Heh.

[MAN WHISTLING]

The commissioner is up my ass,
saying we could use help here.

We could use help. We need
their VICAP, we need their...

database thingies.
- Yeah, yeah.

The FBI will bury you
with fucking help.

During Patty Hearst...

some snot-nose with a crew cut
took over my office for a month.

So you're saying?

QUINN: I'm saying,
if you need help...

Nikko is almost through
with the Chinatown thing.

That really won't
be necessary, sir.

[RUBEN WHISTLES]

Join us. We need you.

Anyone with a similar
profile to the Strangler.

Or with a German wife.
Can you do that?

Anyone who wears green pants...

The files in from Boston, yet?

Should be here tomorrow.

Nikko, what are you up to?

Going to Chinatown.

Sit in on this for a minute.

Pach, what do you got?

[PUCCINI'S "VISSI D'ARTE"
PLAYING ON STEREO]

[WHISTLING]

Winning?

I'm pulverizing him.

ANDY: All right,
I'm off, then.

- See you.
- Have a good time.

I won't wait up.

Ha!

I got you.

[BEEPING]

[SCREECHING SOUNDS ON COMPUTER]

[WOMAN SCREAMING ON VIDEO]

HELEN: She's next.

How do you know?

HELEN: Because I watched
her face change to that.

- Did you try to play it back?
- No.

How did he send this to you?

He's hacked into her
Internet address.

Can we trace it?

- Only if he's online right now.
- He ain't.

Can we rewind or?

Yeah, we should be
able to play it back.

- How long is the program?
- Thirty seconds.

- Can we get a copy of that face?
- No, it's too big a file.

- Huh?
- Back up to tape.

She's got a tape backup. We can
make a copy and take it with us.

How do you know about all this?

Misspent youth in video
arcades, I guess.

A lot of quarters.

MJ: Why would he
send this to you?

Why do you think?

No one mentioned
your involvement.

There is no involvement.
I'm not involved!

This is a game they play. They
hang around watching the cops...

feeling superior to them.

Instead of catching
him, you led him to me.

He didn't write to me,
he wrote to you. Why?

Because I'm their
damn pinup girl.

They all know me. They have
libraries. They collect clippings.

I'm the fucking muse
of serial killers.

[SKULL CACKLING]

RUBEN: Holy shit.

What the?

[CACKLING FADES]

- No.
- Yeah.

HELEN: Excuse me.

Christ.

RUBEN: Try the C drive too.

Any other suggestions?

It's gone. The file is not here.

It's not on C drive, and it's not in List.
The utilities aren't retrieving it.

RUBEN: You think he
put a virus in there?

- Yeah.
- What exactly is?

He wrote a virus into the program.
You try to copy it, it's erased.

He booby-trapped it!

I gotta hand it to the guy.

- He's a smart motherfucker.
- Do you remember what she looked like?

Yes.

She looked like a girl.

She looked like a
million other girls.

Okay?

I barely saw her.

[HELEN SIGHS]

I'm going to the office to get a
systems guy on this. Maybe Marty.

RUBEN: Or Mercer.

What are you doing?

Unplugging this.

It's an open window. He can
crawl in any time he likes.

He comes in, we grab him.
It's the only lead we've got.

And what am I?

The lamb tied to the stake?

You don't get it. This is the only
space that I have in the world.

- You're not gonna get it.
- I'll get a guard here.

I don't want a
fucking guard here!

RUBEN: All right. Hey.

- We're all working together.
- I'm not.

- I'm not working with anybody.
- This is what we'll do.

Turn the monitor back on and I'll stay
until we figure out what's happening.

- Go on.
- Catch you later.

All right?

HELEN: Heil Hitler.

[RATTLING]

I don't think he's gonna send us
anything else tonight. He's too busy.

Yeah.

You want a drink?

No, thank you.

Always on duty?

Always.

So...

what about you and
the wee inspector?

What about us?

HELEN: Are you?

We're partners.

Partners? In every way?

Not yet.

Self-confident.

Actually, I'm shy...

selective.

The trouble is I'm...

I'm finding myself...

Well, you're in the witness
category, you see.

Well...

In better times, maybe.

Yeah.

WOMAN: Peter! Peter!

I've been calling and
calling. Didn't you hear me?

[DOG WHINING AND BARKING]

You completely forgot about me.

Very thirsty, weren't
you, my little sweetie?

Come on.

Are you teasing me?

Naughty little boy.

What are you doing? Want to
watch Letterman with me?

Well, I could, but...

I don't watch talk
shows on my own.

I know.

It's just... I'm right...

Oh, go on.

Go back to your silly
little computers.

Thanks.

Haven't you forgotten something?

[DOG WHINING]

I love you.

Yeah, me too.

[SIGHS]

[WHISTLING]

[WOMAN GASPING]

PETER: Uh-oh.

Looks like you're in
a bit of trouble.

Okay.

I'm going to place my hand...

right here.

[WOMAN WHIMPERING]

Okay. I'm gonna put
my elbow right here.

And just...

cut a little hole.

There, now.

Didn't I say I'd
take care of you?

Goodness. You're so hot.

Now, this is gonna hurt a
little bit, I'm afraid.

OFFICER: They claim they
didn't see anything.

MJ: You received a call
from dispatch at 6:35 a. M?

Correct. 6:35. The first unit
arrived about 15 minutes later.

Great.

Did you isolate the
kids who found her?

OFFICER: Yes, they're over
on the side of the hill.

How many of you knew her?

GIRL: We just danced with her.

NIKKO: Really?

You just met her tonight?

Uh-huh. Excuse me.
Good afternoon.

Did you stand too far from
your razor this morning?

- Good morning.
- I was up all night with a sick friend.

- I want to talk to you.
- What?

Have you got a thing
going with MJ now?

- I don't believe it.
- You don't believe it?

Good God, man, you stink.

Heavy date last night? Are you
screwing around on her already?

RUBEN: What's wrong with you?

Me? I'll tell you something, you
just treat her right, okay?

Don't go screwing around on
her. She doesn't deserve that.

Nikko, remind me again
why she dumped you.

[SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]

RUBEN: Why is he here?

What do you see? Tell
me what you see.

There are stains. So she's
been sexually assaulted.

No defense wounds. No ligature marks
or bruising, like the others.

Very cyanotic.

Asphyxiation, huh?

- Doesn't look like our guy.
- You don't think so?

- No.
- Look at her heels.

RUBEN: There's abrasions,
but no bleeding.

- She's been dragged up here postmortem.
- Maybe.

On this stuff we're not gonna
get any prints or tracks.

Ooh. Long night?

- Don't you start.
- What about her arms?

RUBEN: Yeah. There's
needle marks, all right.

Not tracks. Not a regular user.

Probably so stoned, she
never knew what got her.

Hope so.

A lot of little hippie girls.

They all want to make love.
They all want to be beautiful.

That's your type, right, Ruben?

MJ: What are you doing?

Want to be on the 6:00 news?

Go down and finish
taking statements.

Let's get out of here.

[KNOCKS]

I know. They found another one.

What? Ruben told you already?

No, I heard it on my scanner.

- Can I use your phone?
- Sure.

They want you to call the
office? Your phone is busted.

You're some piece of work.

I turned that damn scanner off,
but then I turned it on again.

I can't listen to it, but I can't not
listen to it. So I make Andy do it.

MJ: Are you on medication? I
need your whole brain on duty.

HELEN: Well, I'm not on duty.

Neither is my brain.

Everything is different.
Different guy.

She was asphyxiated,
not strangled...

dumped outdoors,
sexually assaulted.

So nothing like DeSalvo.

Completely different.

Monahan. Messages, please.

So why do you need me?

I think I'm wrong...

because there was something
artificial about it.

Like posed. She was on display.

Why drag a body all the way
up a hill, a huge hill...

where it will be
found by tourists?

You think he's
changed his routine?

That doesn't happen.

Hello? Yes, no. Monahan.

HELEN: These men are robotic.

The murder's a ritual. The
method is part of the pleasure.

Why is that computer turned off?

Because I turned it off.

You can't do that.

I believe I can.

- But would you like me to turn it back on?
- Yeah.

[SIGHS]

MJ: Okay. Thanks.

Hello, Ruben.

Please thank Inspector Goetz for
taking care of me last night.

Dr. Hudson wants me to thank you
for taking care of her last night.

Uh-huh.

Lab results on the new one.

Two kinds of sperm.

Well, I guess it's...

a gang thing.

Thanks for the use
of your phone.

There were two kinds of sperm?

They said one was a secretor,
the other was not?

How'd you know about that?

HELEN: There were
needle marks?

On her right arm?

So far, nothing they test
for comes out positive.

Was the body found near
a "No Dumping" sign?

Yes.

HELEN: Like this?

I could've taken that picture.

Shit. He switched.

HELEN: From DeSalvo to Bianchi and
Buono. The Hillside Strangler.

Two men. Two kinds of
sperm. Very witty, our guy.

You said that they're
like robots...

Yeah, but "consistency is the
hobgoblin of small minds."

Tell them to test for chemicals found
in window cleaner: Ammonia, ethanol...

- I know window cleaner.
- It's what they injected into a victim.

Why these guys? Why
in such detail?

HELEN: He wants to dazzle us.

Anyone can strangle someone
in a bathtub, right?

He's saying, "Look out."

"I'm just getting started."

ANCHORMAN [ON TV]:
In San Francisco...

the mutilated body of an unidentified
young woman was discovered.

Police have yet to comment
on the slaying...

which is the fourth such body
to be found in the last six weeks.

Reporting live is
Susan Schiffer.

In response to growing alarm, a
special task force is being set up...

inside the police department.

Aiding the police is noted criminal
psychologist, Dr. Helen Hudson.

It was her expert testimony that sent
Daryll Lee Cullum to death row...

for the murders
of two young women.

Cullum later escaped and attacked Dr.
Hudson, killing a police officer.

Meanwhile, schoolyards are empty,
college campuses are deserted...

and a terrified
city locks its doors.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON SCANNER]

Hey, little darling. Full
service is available.

MAN: Want me to
check your oil?

[MEN LAUGHING]

[WOMAN GASPS]

Oh, hi. Sorry.

I'm a little lost.
Can you help me out?

WOMAN: Um, sure.

Thanks.

DISPATCHER: We have a white
female, early 20s...

found deceased in vehicle.

Gunshot trauma to head. Request
CSU forensics and coroner.

Backup is requested.

INVESTIGATOR: Gotcha.

It's a beauty.

MJ: Great.

I'll look at it in a sec.

[SIREN WAILING]

OFFICER: The tape is there
for a purpose, sir.

RUBEN: You thought you heard
a backfire? Where were you?

I was just waiting to cross
the street, going east.

[PHONE RINGING]

RUBEN: Excuse me.

RUBEN: Yeah? HELEN:
Hi, it's me, Helen.

Look, this isn't a good time.

It's a woman shot
in a car, right?

No, it looks like a drive-by.

She's in a parked car, shot in
the head, no sexual assault.

Which side was she on?

- Look, I really got to...
- Was it the passenger side?

Yeah.

Was the tape player on?

I don't know. Was the tape
player on when you got here?

Yeah, it was. It was driving
me crazy, so I shut it off.

You shut it off? Really?

Okay. Switch it on, would you?

It's still warm.

Don't laugh, but I think it
might be the Partridge Family.

Okay. You mind putting
the tape player on?

Helen thinks it might be
the Partridge Family.

[THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY'S "I
THINK I LOVE YOU" PLAYING]

I think I love you

Ruben, don't hang up.

Is there a gas station nearby?

RUBEN: Yeah. - With
a phone booth?

RUBEN: Uh-huh. - Go
look for a note.

Okay.

Here. I got to go
check the pay phone.

[SONG STOPS]

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

[DOG BARKING]

It's Berkowitz, isn't it?

He's doing Son of Sam.

HELEN: She was sitting in a parked
car when she was shot with a.44.

Look in the crowd.

Berkowitz liked to
watch the cops work.

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

MJ: Helen, we found a note.

It says, "Police, let me haunt you
with these words: I'll be back."

MJ: It's to Helen.

I'm going over there.

I know it's kind of late, but Ruben's
gonna drop by with a couple questions.

Look, I gotta go, so
I'll see you later.

Inspector Monahan, Homicide.

DISPATCHER: Copy, go ahead.

I need a 10-25 to
Pier One, Fort Mason.

Approach Code 2. Wait
for instructions.

Alert the officer on
security duty there.

WOMAN: Why do they put these
stupid alarms in cars?

MAN: Just pull it.

[PAGER BEEPING]

[CRACKLES]

[SIGHS]

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

Just steal the car and go.

Burt?

[THUD]

[GASPS]

[GASPING]

John Madison.

Thomas Jeffer...

[GROANING]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPS]

[WHIRRING]

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

WOMAN: He knows
what he's doing.

BURT: I think I've got it.
MAN: That one right there.

[GRUNTS]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[CLANGING]

[DOG BARKING]

RUBEN: Shit!

I'll deal with you
later, asshole. Helen!

- Helen! HELEN: You
must think I'm a moron!

Until we know different, I
say the guy's just a junkie.

HELEN: A junkie?

In a full-on SWAT suit? Ruben,
you're such a lousy liar.

Are you sure nothing's missing?

Yes, there is! The cop who was
supposed to be at my door!

Where was he?

He screwed up. That's
not the point.

It is! You dragged me into this,
you're supposed to protect me.

What are you doing?

I'm checking the bed! Okay?

That man is in and out of
here when he feels like it!

RUBEN: We got here as
quickly as we could, okay?

Fortunately we got here...

Why is that? Why did you come to
my rescue so fortuitously, huh?

What?

There was a note, wasn't
there? At the gas station.

I was right. What'd it say?

You think the guy's been in here before?
You said he comes when he feels like it.

I don't know.

Somebody came and
messed with my clothes.

And they put this red
suit of mine on the bed.

Anything special about it?

It was the one that
I was wearing...

at the lecture hall.

Oh. Why didn't you report this?

I didn't know.

I thought it was me,
you know? I just...

I had taken a lot of pills
and I had been drinking.

I just didn't know. I wasn't
sure then, but I am now!

So stop pretending to
me that it's a burglar!

Stop treating me like I'm some fucking
idiot! Just tell me the truth!

Okay.

I think the man who has killed
five women in this city...

was just in your apartment.

I don't know why.

But I do know he has a plan, and
you seem to be a part of it.

[SIGHS]

The truth is he's very smart,
and he's way ahead of us.

And I take it your moving
is out of the question?

[CRYING] No, thank you.

MJ: So all I know to do...

is run the usual checks, change
your locks, tighten up security...

and pray.

Feel better?

[HELEN SOBS]

No.

But I appreciate your candor.

So when do I get
to see this note?

STING [SINGING ON RECORDING]: Once
that you've decided on a killing

Then you can turn
a murder into art

There really isn't any
need for bloodshed

You just do it with a
little more finesse

If you can slip that tablet
Into someone's coffee

Then it avoids an
awful lot of mess

Because it's murder by numbers

One, two, three

It's as easy to learn

As your A-B-Cs

It's murder by numbers

One, two, three

It's as easy to learn as your...

[TURNS OFF STEREO]

Good morning, commissioner.

Good morning.

"Murder By Numbers,"
by The Police.

Obviously, the killer wants us to hear
this song for reasons other than...

music appreciation.

Familiarize yourselves
with the lyrics.

We need to figure out what
this guy's trying to tell us.

I think that about covers
it. Anything else?

Yes, inspector?

We're set up on Helen's phone
line so we can monitor calls...

and anything coming to her
modem? OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Questions? Commissioner?

There we go. Yes, that was it.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

QUINN: He is not
a happy camper.

- The Hudson broad.
- What about her?

The commissioner thinks, and I agree,
that she's leaking like a rusty bucket.

Maybe she's trying to hype
her new book. I don't know.

She's just not reliable.
Especially after lunch.

MJ: She's the one person who has been
really useful to us on this case.

I do not want you discussing
this case with her...

in any shape, way or form.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Crystal, sir.

Did that help any?

You don't feel fear, do you?

One of those people who thinks
everything happens for a reason.

And we're all "God's chillun."

How nice.

I put my ass on the line
to bring you that letter.

Are you gonna help
me out or not?

HELEN: "Helen, don't
lose your head."

So we're on a first-name basis.

Is it a threat? Does he
want to cut off my head?

Dahmer cut off heads.

Kemper.

I think Rifkin did.

I'm sorry. It's difficult.

It's okay. Take your time.

HELEN: "First you make a
stone of your heart."

That's the first
step: Dissociation.

He's saying he's suffered.
Now it's our turn.

What made a stone of his heart?

Usually it's rejection or
humiliation by a parent.

Gacy's father beat him for fun.

Kemper's mother locked him up in a
cellar when he reached puberty.

Something happened to this one.

Are these his first killings?

I think they are.

But he's thought about them.

This guy's copycatting.

He wants what those killers got.

Fame, the power to terrify us...

To take whoever, whatever he
wants without saying "please."

"And if you find that your hands are
still willing, you can turn murder...

into art."

He wants us to think
what he's doing is art.

We're looking for someone
desperate for acceptance.

Probably has a fair
academic record.

And I think has a technical job.

Something that demands
a certain precision.

HELEN: "Flushed with your
very first success..."

you must try a twosome
or a threesome...

"and you'll find your conscience
bothers you much less."

A gruesome twosome.

Kemper did two in one day.

Bundy at Chi Omega did three.

Boston Strangler, Hillside Strangler...
Does the order mean anything?

It's not chronological. Son
of Sam was before Hillside.

He's sending you letters like
he's daring us to nail him.

If he wants to be famous,
he has to be caught.

So you can write a
book about him.

Ick.

[SIGHS]

[HUMMING]

Good grief.

[GASPING]

[VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING]

[SHUTTER CLICKING]

MJ: Thanks, Mike. Stick
around, okay? - Sure thing.

It's lousy, but it's hot.

- Thank you.
- Are you all right?

Sure.

MJ: Yeah, Pach? - He burnt
the print off the finger.

What a surprise.

But he used it as a bookmark.

The chapter where Daryll
attacks the good doctor.

MJ: We know that Mr. Cullum was safe
in San Quentin last night, so...

why did this book show
up under the mattress?

I'll call you one better.

It's personally autographed.

MJ: "Hey, doc, hope
you like the book."

Love and sloppy kisses,
Daryll Lee Cullum."

That's cuddly.

- Thanks, Pach.
- Yeah.

MJ: Helen.

Helen.

I know what you're gonna say.

I'll do the talking.

[DARYLL LEE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]

- Hey, warden. How you doing?
WARDEN: Hey, Daryll Lee.

Daryll Lee, I want you to look
into this little camera here.

Then I want you to speak
into this microphone.

She gonna see me through that?

- How she gonna hear me? WARDEN:
Speak into the microphone.

DARYLL LEE: Hello?

Hey, doc.

Woohoo!

I'm Inspector Monahan. I'll
be speaking for Dr. Hudson.

Uh-uh. I'm hanging up.

I ain't talking to a cop.

Dr. Hudson just got your book.
Do you know anything about it?

Yeah, I surely do...

but that's all I'll say till
that foxy lady gets on the horn.

Put her on.

Hello, Mr. Cullum.

Doc!

I've been expecting your call.

From one author to another,
how'd you like my book?

What do you know about the
man who delivered it?

Peter Kurten? What about him?

- Peter Kurten?
- Yeah.

[LAUGHS]

Peter Kurten is the name of a serial
killer from the '30s in Germany.

I'll be damned, he
took that man's name.

He bothering you?

He broke into my apartment
to leave your book.

Kind of a hand-delivery?

Did you put him up to it?

Doc, this Kurten guy, he's been
writing me all these letters.

I figured he owed me
a couple of favors.

So I sent a book with him to your
house. I didn't think he'd break in.

Steer clear of that son
of a gun. He's a freak.

He told me he's gonna send
me $500 for some of my...

- My spirit.
- Spirit?

He said that he can make me immortal
if he had some of my spirit.

You know what I'm saying?

This is kind of embarrassing.

I don't want to say it right
out in front of a lady.

I think I know what you're referring
to. What did you do about it?

I took some liquid soap, put
it in a sandwich baggie...

with a message from
Jesus to mend his ways.

How will you contact Kurten?

Buddy of mine got paroled.
I'll send the baggie with him.

Kurten will hook up with him.

- When and where?
- Do you know when and where?

All depends, doc.

Depends on what?

You see, it gets awful
lonesome in here, doc.

I think about you all the time.

A personal token would be nice.

Let's see.

Something...

feminine...

something lacy, something
frilly, something pretty.

I got it.

Send me some of your
squirrel covers.

I beg your pardon?

"I beg your pardon?"

Your panties.

You wear them, don't
you? That's what I want.

- Jesus.
- I want them autographed to me personally.

Daryll Lee Cullum. Deal?

That's a promise.

My buddy's meeting Peter tonight at 10:00
at the Danver Meat Packing Company.

Doc.

How's life?

Hey, Ruben...

how'd you like to get
off the Chinatown detail?

We have a lead. I think
we can get this guy.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

DARYLL LEE: That's why
you gotta talk to me...

because Jesus kept
you alive for a reason.

He knew Satan was in my heart,
raising my hand to kill you.

And Satan knew I had a good
six, seven years of appeals...

before they'd drop
them cyanide tablets.

And I'm just like Jesus.

I got disciples too.

They're dying to do whatever I ask them,
as long as I just say the word, doc.

I'm death and life to you, doc.

Death and life.

[SPEAKING IN CANTONESE]

Help me out.

- I speak Mandarin. They're Cantonese.
- How can I get a statement?

NG: I wish I could
help you out.

RUBEN: I'll do
anything you want.

NIKKO: Here you go.

Okay. You speak English?

Huh?

You speakie the English?

Okay, let's go. Get up.

Fuck you, asshole.

We're taking a walk.

THUG: Get your fucking
hands off me!

[MEN SHOUTING]

MAN: Come on, man,
kick his ass!

Well, we're out of here,
babe. Say good night to Hal.

Good night, Helen.

You're going out in
public like that?

Festival of Love.
Power to the people.

- Hang loose. ANDY:
Heavy. Far out.

Like, psychedelic.

Bye.

[SIGHS]

You want the doughnut?

You behave.

I'll send you to your room.

There's only a glazed. You
can't have the chocolate.

[SHOUTS IN CANTONESE]

Okay. Easy.

[RUBEN COUGHING]

[MAN SHOUTING IN CANTONESE]

Everybody take it easy.

Hey, just... What is he saying?

Hold the gun down
so it don't go off.

[SHOUTING IN CANTONESE]

NG: Put up your weapons!

NIKKO: Weapons up.

Easy, easy. Put the gun down.

Tell him to put the gun down.

I don't know how to say that.

- Take it easy. Okay.
NIKKO: It's all right.

You little shit. Okay.

NIKKO: Nobody out that door!

Aw, fuck!

[MAN SHOUTING IN CANTONESE]

[COCKS GUN]

Hey!

[CHUCKLES]

Ruben!

NG: Freeze!

MAN: I'm a juvenile! NG:
Don't you fucking move!

[MAN YELLING]

NIKKO: It's weird, you know?

You think you're going
to crash your car...

or go out in a blaze of
glory with some big bad guy.

And what happens?

Some jerk...

forgets to lock
his stupid drawer.

I can't tell you how many times I saw
the two of you together and I saw...

You know.

I'd see you with your heads together.
He'd be making some kind of dumb joke.

And...

And I wished...

I wished him dead.

Every time.

You know what?

The strange thing about it is, I'd
really give my life right now...

to bring him back.

Nikko.

[WHISPERS] You're in
terrible trouble, Nikko.

Terrible trouble.

Who gives a fuck?

I give a fuck.

You know that in all the
years I've known you...

I've never seen you cry.

He's on paid leave. I managed to
talk the commissioner out of no pay.

You take his, you take mine.

Now I'm supposed to lose
three good cops in one day?

Sir...

I tried to control
the situation.

I tried to control
it. I made a choice.

It didn't work out.

An officer got killed.

Mary Jane, you made a decision,
and it was the right decision.

You just got the wrong
result. That's all.

You go out and you get drunk.

I am.

[KNOCKS]

- Yeah?
- We missed him.

Jesus Christ! How'd that happen?

It was my fault.

I was so stupid.

We had a...

We had a problem with the...

Ruben's dead.

- Come in.
- No, really. I'm okay.

I thought you should
hear it from somebody...

instead of seeing it
on the news, because...

I know that you and he had...

a thing.

No. No, we didn't.

He was just...

He was a...

sweet man.

I thought of him as a boy.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Come in.
- No, I'm okay.

- Come in for just a sec.
- Answer your phone.

HELEN'S VOICE [ON MACHINE]:
Let me tell you something.

Nine out of ten serial
killers are white males...

aged 20 to 35, just like these.

[DAVID BOWIE'S "FAME"
PLAYING ON MACHINE]

The FBI estimates that there could
be as many as 35 serial killers...

cruising for victims
even as I speak.

All right, guys...

Peter Kurten?

["FAME" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

WOMAN: Oops! Sorry!
PETER: Bitch!

BOWIE [SINGING]: Fame

Lets him loose Hard to swallow

Fame

Puts you there Where
things are hollow

Fame

Not your brain,
it's just the flame

That burns your change
to keep you insane

Get the tap on Hudson's phone and see
if it traced a call two minutes ago.

There's a tap on my phone?

Yeah, just this
second. He hung up.

Don't argue. Please,
please just do it.

Is it possible this guy
was a student of mine?

Where did you give this lecture?

All over the country. Dozens of
times. It was my stock lecture.

When was the last time
you gave it here?

Would have been last
year, just before...

I'm getting it.

That's it. That's the
order I gave it.

MJ: "DeSalvo, Bianchi and Buono,
Berkowitz, Dahmer." Dahmer's next.

Which means he'll kill a
man and after that...

He'll do Ted Bundy.

Yeah?

The Sound Factory? Perfect.

I know where it is. I'm going
now. Give me some backup.

Christ, Helen!

Just maybe...

Maybe.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[GRUNTING]

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING
OVER CLUB SPEAKERS]

[BOTTLES SMASH]

Helen.

HELEN: He's gonna
do Ted Bundy next.

That was the last
name on the list.

He'll pick the most
extravagant murder.

The song talked
about a threesome.

Bundy killed three girls in one
night at that sorority house...

Chi Omega.

He... He faked injuries.

He wore a cast on one arm,
and he used crutches...

and he asked the girls for help.

And he...

He drove...

a very distinctive
car. It was a...

Gold VW Bug.

We need to get on the DMV.

We want records on all gold or
tan-colored VW Bugs, any year.

I want an in-person check
on every registered owner.

Anyone who's registered a gold, yellow,
tan or any light-colored VW Bug.

Contact campus security at
every college within 50 miles.

They need to warn all female students,
especially those with long hair...

to avoid any contact
with males they don't know.

Report any man with an
injury or a handicap.

DMV printouts on all Bug owners.

- Beautiful.
- Mm-hm.

HAL: No. No. No.

That's him.

He gave him the drink, they went
out on the dance floor and...

You're absolutely sure?

HAL: Yeah, that's him.

Peter Foley, Daly City.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

We've got him.

Call the SWAT team. I'm not taking
any chances with this fuck.

Kind of defeats the purpose
of my Miracle Bra...

but who's looking?

I hear you're onto him.

Good work.

Just horseshit luck.

I don't think so.

You take care out there. Okay?

Don't I always?

I love you.

You know?

Yeah...

I know.

SWAT COMMANDER: You're
looking good, team leader.

This is a status "David."

Go, team leader.

[OVER PA] Peter Foley,
this is the police.

Come to the front door.

Come out with your
hands above your head.

SWAT COMMANDER: Team leader, we
have a fire in the basement window.

This is status
"George." This is go.

[SWAT TEAM SHOUTING]

SWAT OFFICER 1: We got a
dead woman on the bed!

SWAT OFFICER 2: No pulse.

SUSAN: Lieutenant, can you tell
us what happened here tonight?

San Francisco Police developed
evidence that identified the killer...

known in the media as
"The Copycat Killer"...

as one Peter
Foley... - Come on.

Who lived at this address.

When Mr. Foley was asked to step
outside to be interviewed...

[DOORBELL RINGING]

It's believed that he
set fire to the residence.

[LAUGHING]

Don't tell me you both want
to use the men's room.

[GASPS]

[HELEN SCREAMING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hi, Helen.

I got your invitation,
and I accept.

MJ [ON MACHINE]:
Helen, it's MJ.

I'm sure you heard on your
scanner. It was a mess.

I know it's late, but
I'm coming over.

That's perfect.

That is perfect, Helen.

Sounds like we have
company coming.

Now, I'm not gonna lie to you.

This is gonna hurt.

[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING]

This is Inspector
Monahan, Homicide.

I'm at Pier One, Fort Mason. I've got
an officer down. I need assistance.

DISPATCHER: Copy, Monahan.

Shit.

[CLICK]

[SCREAMS]

PETER: Up we go.

Oh, hi there.

We join our program
already in progress.

Inspector Monahan...

don't you ever get tired...

being a day late
and a dollar short?

You probably think I'm just gonna
maybe slit her throat right now.

Cut my losses, so to speak.

Well...

wrong-o!

Do you really think I'd get her
all dressed up so pretty...

with no place to go?

Now, if you're a smart cop...

you'll know where to find us.

And if you're a
really smart cop...

you'll come alone.

Otherwise...

it's bye-bye, Helen.

See you.

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

No, this is wrong.

Here we go, Helen.

There we go.

Much better.

What about him?

Did I get the pose right?

Did the best I could from the
photos. Come on, help me out.

Which way was his head? Was
it this way, or this way?

Uh or unh?

This way.

Good. Excellent.

Everything has to be just so.

[SIGHS]

God, Helen, I remember...

watching you up
on that big screen.

In your red dress.

God, you looked huge.

Look at you now.

So sad.

But look on the bright side.

I am gonna make you the
world's most famous victim.

Guess what that makes me?

Did you know that more books have
been written about Jack the Ripper...

than Abraham Lincoln?

It's a sick world...

isn't it, Helen?

[SIREN WAILING]

QUINN [ON RADIO]: You are
not to go in there alone.

You wait for proper backup.

And you acknowledge my order!

You stay out of that building
until backup arrives! You copy?

Absolutely, sir.

Careful, Helen.

[WHIMPERS] [FARBIC TEARING]

See?

Now you've cut
yourself, haven't you?

Hmm?

See, Helen, I've
been practicing.

Want to know the trick? Hm?

Small...

incisions...

with a fine...

instrument.

That way, Helen...

I can make it last...

for hours.

And you will not believe how
long a minute can feel.

Fuck you.

What?

You heard me, you little twerp.

You think I'm afraid of you?

I know you are.

I know all about you.

You're just a sad...

second-rate...

boring, impotent little copycat.

[LAUGHING]

Watch it, bitch!

Or I will slice that smile off
your face, do you hear me?

- Daryll Lee couldn't get it up, either.
- Do you hear me?!

[HELEN SPITS]

Okay. I see, Helen. Nice try.

Want to know a little secret?

I'm onto your trick.

I won't kill you fast.

No matter how much...

you're gonna want me to.

[ALARM BEEPING]

Excellent, Helen.

See, here's where
Daryll Lee got sloppy.

He wasn't expecting
a second cop.

- But I am.
- I'm in here!

Helen, relax.

That other cop's collecting
his pension. So will she.

But if you warn her,
I will kill her.

[BEEPING STOPS]

This is Inspector Monahan. I
have a message for Quinn.

DISPATCHER: Go ahead.

Tell him...

I'm sorry I blew it.

[GRUNTING]

[MJ SCREAMS]

[MJ GASPS]

[PETER GRUNTS]

Now, that's my gun, isn't it?

What in the world
are you doing...

with my gun?

Huh?

Get your ass over here.

Come on, doc, help me
out in this situation.

What do I do? Do I stick
her or shoot her?

Shoot her or stick her, huh?

Come on, doc, help me out.

[MJ GRUNTING]

[PETER SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

You watch this,
Helen. You watching?

Perfect symmetry here.

Get up here, you dumb
bitch. You watching?

You watching this?

Hey, hey!

Helen, what are you doing? No!

Feet on here!

[PETER SCREAMS]

Damn it!

[GASPING]

PETER: Good try, Helen. But
you don't get off that easy.

Come on, get up. Let's go.

Get up, bitch.

[YELLING]

[PETER GROANING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[PETER SCREAMING]

Shit! Shit!

[PETER SCREAMS]

Help us! Somebody!

[GASPS]

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

HELEN: Somebody!

Help us!

Hey, Helen, looks like I
cured the agoraphobia.

HELEN: Help us! Help!

Forget it!

Too late!

Too late for you, Helen!

[LAUGHING]

Come on. Put up your dukes!

PETER: What the fuck are you
laughing at, bitch? Huh?

What the fuck are
you laughing at?!

What are you waiting for?

Go ahead.

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

[PETER GRUNTING]

DARYLL LEE: Dear Conrad:

Thank you for your letter.

Praise the Lord.

I know you must be so happy that
he chose to spare Dr. Hudson.

The big guy moves in
mysterious ways, don't he?

It just so happens I'm
awaiting the arrival...

of a pair of genuine
Helen Hudson undies...

signed personal to me.

A real collector's item,
I'm sure you'll know.

They're yours.

But don't forget, a
disciple must be strong...

if he is to succeed
where others fail.

Peter strayed from the path
and the Lord smote him good.

So keep it simple.

Then glory is yours...

and "vengeance is mine"...

as the Good Book says.

I know you'll get my meaning.

Happy hunting, partner.

Daryll Lee Cullum.