All language subtitles for The Killing Mind (Der Ballerina Killer) 1991

(train ringing and clanking)

(suspenseful music)

(honking)

(muffled speaking)

(dripping)

(screaming)

(train whistle blowing)

- [Announcer] Your
attention please.

Announcing the arrival of
the southwestern (mumbles)

at platform number three.

The arrival of southwest--

(train whistle blowing)

(muffled speaking)

- [Man] Hey, you made it!

- [Woman] Hi!

- [Announcer] For
(mumbling) station services.

Porter (mumbles) to
station services please.

- Izzy, Isobel!

- [Announcer] Your
attention please.

- Oh, Sylvia!

I'm so glad you made it.

- Of course, me.

I've been here 45 minutes
and you're late as usual.

- Here, you carry the luggage.

- Oh, okay, I'll expect a tip.

- Hold!

- It's good to be
late on the first day.

It lets 'em know
you're fearless.

- Ah don't worry,
I'll get you there.

(laughing)

Why on earth did you take
a train from Washington DC?

They've invented
planes, you know.

- I guess I just needed
the time to decompress.

- Yeah, well, you're
in for a shock.

A lot of things have
changed since you were here.

- Some things stay the same.

- Like what?

- It's just a feeling, I guess.

Listen, Sylvia, thank you
so much for offering me

your couch, I promise
I won't stay long.

- [Sylvia] Oh, don't worry!

Stay as long as you need.

Okay, this is where
traitors get off.

- Oh, come on.

You'd leave the
Bureau if you got

a pay raise and a chance to
plant your feet for a minute.

- Ah, bite your tongue Isobel.

I'll pick you up at 6:30,
we'll do something fun.

- Thanks Sylvia for being here.

- Hey where else
should a friend be?

Hey.

Good luck.

(murmuring)

- [Man] Alright, here you go.

- [Man] It's right there.

- [Man] Right, well McClusky
said we're gonna stake out

the whole area.

(murmuring)

- Good morning.

Isobel Neiman to
see Captain Harris,

Special Investigative Unit.

- You're joining up?
- Yep.

- Seriously?
- Mm hmm.

- Good for you.

Good for us.

We need some
decoration around here.

There's a Ms. Neiman here
to see Captain Harris.

She's already a sergeant?

Okay.

Captain Harris isn't in yet.

Sergeant.
- Sergeant Neiman?

- Uh...

- Detective Ron Donoho,
SIU, welcome to LAPD.

- Oh, thank you very much.

- The captain's
hung up this morning

so we flipped a coin,
I've been chosen

to help you get settled.

- Oh, lost the toss, huh?
- Yeah.

(laughing)

A lot of people didn't have
much faith in our department.

So SIU was set up
basically to fail.

To take the blame off the
regular detective Bureau

for not solving cases.

But we surprised everyone,
our success rate is about 65%.

- Wow.

- And now we've got a
psychological profiler.

How is it you do that, is it
Ouija board or are you a witch?

(laughing)

- Well, uh, actually
I'm a criminal analyst.

We read crime scenes.

We study evidence and match
it against recognizable

behavioral patterns.

It's more science now than art.

We've had some success with it.

- We, the FBI, you mean they.

We is us now, LAPD.

- Oh, sorry.

It's a habit.

- You're not a plant, are you?

Sent here by the feds
to keep an eye on us?

(laughing)

I'm just kidding.

Here we are, home sweet home,
make yourself comfortable.

- My goodness,
this is very nice.

Thank you.

- You need anything,
just give a holler.

- Oh.

Captain Harris.

- Taking over already,
Sergeant Neiman?

- This is your office?

(clamoring)

- Feel I should tell you that
the men are a little sore

about you being brought in
at the rank of sergeant.

I explained to them
that that was your

equivalent rank at the FBI

and we could hardly get
you to come in for less.

So you better expect
a little needling.

- I've been looking forward
to getting out on the street.

- Well you came to
the right place.

You can hear the city sewer
right through that wall.

SIU is conveniently located
in the basement 30 feet down.

Five times deeper
than dead people.

(bell ringing)

(muttering)

(laughing)

- I don't know why,
I just wanna be here.

- Everybody feels--
- Frick and Frack.

Two of your new teammates.

- [Isobel] Which is which?

- They've been together so
long nobody can tell 'em apart.

- No I mean which
one's the suspect.

(mumbled muttering)

- That's what I'm gonna do.
(laughing)

Bernie, you want me
to call it or not?

- Hey wait wait wait wait!
- Shit.

- Hey I don't know.

I don't know.

Uh...

Maybe I'd better
talk to my lawyer.

- Captain.

We had the mood and
you blew the mood

and now he wants to
talk to his lawyer.

- Frick and Frack, like you
to meet Sergeant Neiman.

- Detective Jepson,
how do you do?

- How do you do?

- I understand
you're gonna bring

behavioral science to our unit.

- Fred Robinson, welcome to SIU.

We don't acknowledge any of
this Frick and Frack nonsense.

- No, we don't, not at all.

- Isn't that right Frick?
- Am I Frick?

I thought you were Frick?

- Oh I am Frick.

But I am you.

- Ah.

- Cleary, Pembroke,
Vasinelli, Abraham,

Sanichikawa, Newman, Donoho,
and last and always least,

Detective Cuoco.

Want you to meet Sergeant Neiman

our psychological profiler
I met at Quantico.

And lucky enough to lure
her away from the feds.

- Nice to meet you.
- How do you do?

- Kind of a comedown
from club fed, isn't it?

(laughing)

Why did you decide to
trade in your G string

for a pair of gumshoes?

- Cut it out Gil,
we're trying to make

good first impressions.

- Just kidding.
- It's okay.

I've heard some of those
jokes at the Bureau.

Possibly all of them.

Not that yours isn't
particularly funny,
Detective Cuoco.

- [Man] Oh!

- We're all very pleased
to have Sergeant Neiman

on board, right?
- Oh yeah.

- Very.
- You betcha.

- We're all a little
cramped for space but

we did the best that we could.

- Oh.

- Do you like it?
- Oh, well...

It's very nice, thank you.

- Well as far as we're concerned

you're just one of the guys.

- Ah, well.
(laughing)

Thank you.

Well.
- Go ahead.

- Oh my god!

(laughing)

(clapping)

- You gentlemen ask me why
you're still in the basement.

- Captain, you
don't have a problem

with my putting a lock
on this door, do you?

(oohing)

- Ah, they're
really a good bunch.

Professional,
independent, competent.

They may seem a little scruffy

but they're very
good at their jobs.

- I'm sure they are.

- I booked you an
appointment tomorrow

for your psychological
battery and your polygraph.

- What?

- You're on probation.

Didn't you read your
information packet?

- Well, don't you think
the Bureau checked me out

pretty thoroughly?

- I'm sure they would
have weeded you out

if you had a loose screw,
it's just a formality.

Gotta hand it to you.

Got a lot of guts
for coming here.

I'll assign you cases
from time to time.

But more typically
you'll pick your own

and stay with them as long
as you think reasonable.

They're all here, all in
numerical order, all unsolved.

Happy hunting.

(pensive music)

(mysterious music)

(tinkling music)
(murmuring)

- Hi Jeff.

No, no, it's official business.

Well I just, I asked the
lab to do a DNA test for me

yesterday and they're
giving me the runaround.

Do you think you
could help me out?

Couldn't you say it's research?

Well thanks a million.

What?

Oh.

No, I can't.

Please don't do this.

It wasn't ill-advised, I had
other reasons for coming here.

I really have to go now.

I do too.

I will.

Thank you.

- [Dennis] Okay.

This was the
Thursday before last.

- [Fred] And this
was last Thursday.

- Maybe we oughta
connect the dots.

Make a picture of his ugly--
- Face, yeah.

Or maybe we could
get the fed to help.

- Yeah Sergeant,
what do you think?

Where will the Thursday only
10 time burglar strike next?

- Oh, I don't know.

You're the experts on this.

- Oh no no no no no,
don't, don't, don't be shy.

- Shh.
- No.

We're a team, we're open
to professional input.

We're a team, teams
work together.

Isn't that right, Fred?

- That's right, Dennis.

- Absolutely.

Come on.

- Oh.

Is he a thief or a home invader?

- Little of both.

No one's around,
he swipes a VCR.

- Somebody's there he
gives 'em a facelift

with a switchblade.

- Every Thursday.

So it isn't a junkie
looking for his next fix.

- Nope.

- Day or night?

- Day.

- Ah.

Lots of private security
systems these days.

He's an electronics whiz, knows
how to dismantle the alarms.

(mimics buzzer)

- Doesn't have to.

Goes through the
second story window.

- Right.
- Mm hmm.

- He's agile, young,
athletic even.

Have you checked the local
high school track team?

He works on foot.

He knows LA has
no foot patrolmen

and he figures he can disappear
between the arrival of 911

and the units and choppers.

And you guys sure ain't gonna
beat him in a foot race.

- Look, thanks for your effort.

- Really, it was--
- Really good job.

- Valiant, valiant effort.

- But if you wanna come on
the stakeout with us one time

we promise not to
smoke in the car.

- We do?

- What do you guys know about
the ballerina murder case?

- Oh no.

You're not gonna reopen
that albatross, are you?

- Yeah, I am.

- I thought she was--
- So smart.

Obviously she's beaten
by the dumb dumb stick.

- No no no no, she
found an unused ticket

for the Titanic.

- Look, we got a lot of
important cases right here

that we could steer you to.

- And this one isn't?

- No...

She was a party girl, she
picked up the wrong guy.

The media plastered her
face all over the papers.

Now when you get
that kind of coverage

and nobody comes
forward, you got a loser!

Just stay clear.
- Stay clear.

- This is a case people have
never been able to forget.

- Forget it.
- Forget it.

- I can't forget it.

Someone's daughter
never came home.

- So what's it to you?

- Um, look.

If you need any
help, just, um...

- Let us know.
- Let us know.

- Thanks.

- Hmm.
- Phew.

(phones ringing)
(murmuring)

- No, Mr. Quinn's on
the phone right now,

can I take a message?

Right, uh huh, okay.

- No no no, Thomas Quinn
does not write based on.

Press release.

If you can't live
with it, Congressman,

I can't write the article.

Right, that's a lift.

- Mr. Quinn.

Isobel Neiman, LAPD Special
Investigations Unit.

I was wondering if you--

- I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I have to go now

but if you'll just
leave your number

I'll call you as
soon as I get back.

- It's about the
ballerina murder.

- That was 20 years ago.

Everything I knew I wrote
about then, read my stories.

Uh...

- The file is a little thin,

I was hoping you could
fill in some blanks for me.

I'm reopening the case.

- If that case could
have been solved,

I would have solved it.

Why don't you go back and
tell whoever's in charge now,

is it Harris at your place?

Tell Harris he's
wasting your time.

If there was any new
evidence, I'd know about it.

- You're that good.

- Yeah, I'm that good.

- [Isobel] I don't think so.

- You don't think so,
you don't think so.

- I know so.

- You know so, alright.

Then I'll tell you what.

You don't need me.

You just need a lot of luck.

Lots of luck.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait, wait.

This is my first
case with the SIU,

it's very important to me.

I understand you wrote a
lot of articles on the case.

It would save me a
hell of a lot of time.

- You really don't
give up easily, do you?

- [Isobel] No.

- Okay, you get
my 25 cents worth.

(honking)

That was her room right up
there, fourth from the top,

one two three four
five from the left.

Single.

Cost about 12 bucks a day then.

- [Man] Going to the
liquor store, man!

- She was a real hard luck case.

Part time bar girl,
part time hooker.

Runaway kid.
- Hmm.

- Didn't have any girlfriends
but the hotel clerk

said that she had a
different boyfriend

every night of the year.

- One of them was
a major suspect.

- Yeah, that's right.

He was a Marine.

- Gordon Atherton, wasn't it?

- Yeah, that's the guy,
Atherton, that's the guy.

- I still get folks in here
asking about the murder.

Some of them even
wanna rent the room

just because the
ballerina lived here.

And that's sick.

(coughing)

I'm sorry about the elevator.

I've been meaning
to have it fixed.

- [Isobel] Is anyone
renting it now?

- No, it's available.

Cash in advance.

(mysterious music)

(siren wailing)

- I can feel her here.

- Oh no ma'am.

There's no ghosts in my building

if that's what you're thinking.

(laughing)

- [Isobel] She
worked here, right?

- Yeah, charming ambiance, huh?

The house white leaves
a little to be desired.

(upbeat music)

Here you go.

(shouting)

- But she wasn't a dancer.

- No, no, no, that
was another thing

that the press dreamed
up, I don't even know

where it began.

You know it refers to the
costume she was found in

when they discovered her body.
- Yeah!

- But she was, she
probably got picked up

by some trick, you know,
put it on, danced for him,

did her business and then
went home and hung it up

in the closet.

The cop that found her though--

- Rose.
- Was, uh...

Yeah.

Yeah that's the guy, Danny Rose.

(shouting)

You did your homework.

- I studied the police
reports, the crime photos,

read the clippings.

- What?
- Clippings, the clippings!

That's how I found you.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

You know Danny would
have been really happy

to see you take over his case.

The guy had a real appreciation
for nice turn of...

I'm not supposed to say, I
know it's not fashionable,

but ankle.

- Thank you.

My ankles are flattered.
(shouting)

- You're welcome.

- Danny was a friend of yours?

- What?

- A friend!
- Yeah, sure.

He was a damned good friend,
he was a damned good cop too,

he just got too
close to the case.

I mean he followed thousands
of leads, thousands.

Nothing.

He was obsessed.

The guy--
- What?

- The guy was obsessed.
- Very nice.

- They even accused
him of doing it.

- Why?

- I don't know, I don't
know, the body was found

next to the police station,
he was the chief investigator,

there wasn't much evidence,
and all of a sudden

half of that was missing.

I'll tell you something, when
you're a cop and you miss,

you're a target.

- Uh huh.

- Thomas Quinn.

- Hey, Bernie, how you doing?

- Good to see you again.

- Yeah this is Bernie.

- Hi Bernie.

- Come in, have a seat.

Thomas, we haven't had
a free plug from you

in a real long time.

But I'm still happy to see you.

- Club soda.
- Okay.

And for us?
- Same for me, thanks.

- Coming up.

(shouting)

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

Do you think Danny did it?

- No way.

There's a couple
of people who think

he drove into that
tree on purpose.

- Mm.

- I was gonna write
a book about it,

sell it to the movies,
make a name for myself.

- What happened?
(chuckles)

- I got smart and let
it go, forgot about it.

- From where she sits
she can see everyone.

Pick out a date for the evening.

She thinks she's safe
behind that window.

Only 19 years old.

I've got the whole world
in front of me, I'm...

I'm a performer.

Looking for a break.

(chuckles)

Sorry, it's a way we
sniff out the bad guys.

- Bad guys, that's Bureau talk.

- Yeah.

I was with the behavioral
science division
out of Quantico.

- So now you're here with SIU.

- Yeah.

- They're damn
lucky to have you.

You'll probably catch
that bad guy after all.

- That's the idea.
(shouting)

Where did the picture come from?

- [Thomas] From her effects,
the police gave it to us.

- Us?
- Tribune.

Paid for that headstone.

- That was a nice gesture.

- Seemed like the
right thing to do.

Public infatuation with
her was pretty short-lived.

Only two people showed
up to her funeral.

- You and Daniel Rose.

- You're pretty good.

Yeah, yeah, I wrote
an article about that.

The funeral nobody came to.

- He would have
been here, you know.

They always come back.

There, I could be hiding
behind one of those trees.

Or be kneeling at a
nearby grave with flowers,

pretending tears
for someone else,

just so I could get a good
view of Rosalee's burial.

I could really get off on that.

I would read your articles,

follow them very closely,

collect them in
a neat scrapbook.

Keep them in my bedroom.

So I can read about my crime

and relive it over
and over again.

- So you do victims
and murderers?

(laughs)

- It probably wasn't Atherton.

He knew her.

These guys target strangers,
someone vulnerable,

someone they can charm.

- Wait wait wait wait wait wait.

These guys?

- This was the work of a
certain kind of killer.

- Oh.

- It was organized, controlled.

The marks on her wrist
where she was tied up, hung,

while gravity drained her blood

and took her life with it.

It was demand for
submission, torture,

psychological if not physical.

No weapon left behind,
evidence destroyed.

The body moved from
the scene of the crime.

Scrubbed clean and coiffed.

He took the time to
wash and set her hair.

Before or after?

Before, I think.

He got off on control.

- You know the
police knew all that

and they still
couldn't find him.

- They didn't know what
to do with what they knew.

- I like you,
Neiman, I really do.

But you know you're
weird as hell.

So what's your next move?

- It's already in motion.

I'm having a DNA
fingerprint taken

from the blood stain
on the toe shoes.

- Can you do that with
20 year old blood?

- If there's enough of it,

and if it isn't
contaminated or degraded.

- I see.

Look.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

- Yeah.

Feed me anything
you can remember.

Hunches, feelings.

The more information I have
the better I'll be able

to feel the killer.

And once I can feel
him, I'll find him.

If he's still out there.

(pensive music)

Thank you.

- Let me know if
you find any ghosts.

(laughing)

- Good night.

- I don't need this.
- Why'd you say that

to me, baby?

I need you!

(muffled shouting)

I'll do anything for you!

(sirens wailing)

(mysterious music)

(birds squawking)
- We hear you and

Thomas Quinn took a romantic
tour of LA's infamous

homicide number 23.

I just wanna tell you
something, Isobel.

You keep that guy on a
short leash, do you hear me?

- Cut her some slack, Dennis.

Maybe it's different at the FBI.

- The FBI is the
cholesterol to cholesterol,

and now she's with
us skim milk types.

- I like it at the
bottom of the cup.

There's nowhere to fall.

- We're only telling you
this 'cause we love you.

I mean we love her,
Fred, right, we love her?

- We love her, Dennis?
- We love you.

- [Woman] One William 24
we have a four five nine

in progress at 3255 Kenmore.

Suspect entered through a
rear second-story window.

Be advised code two.

- One William 24, roger.

- [Fred] There he goes.

- [Woman] What?

Hey!

(upbeat music)

(siren wailing)

- [Woman] Somebody stop him!

- [Man] Get him, get him!

- [Woman] Oh no,
what are you doing?

- Call for backup!

- [Woman] My baby,
no, no, please!

My baby!

He got him!

- God.

- [Woman] He got my baby.

Joey!

- Go on, he got the baby!

- I'll go after him!

- Isobel, no!

- [Man] What's going on?

(dog barking)

(roars)

(dog whimpers)

(breathing heavily)
(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

- [Boy] Hey lady.

You better get outta
here while you still can.

I got a gun.

- [Isobel] No you don't.

Bad guys who carry
knives don't carry guns.

- [Boy] You're outta
your freakin' mind!

- Just keep talking.

Shit.

- It's okay.
- Yeah, we're gonna be fine.

- Mommy's here.
- Oh it looks good.

- Yeah.

I got him.
- It's okay.

- He's got a chance.
- Sure he's got a chance.

Where were you?

- I went after him, he got away.

- You left us.

- I didn't leave you, I
went after the bad guy.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- Told you no.
- Who does she think she is?

- I didn't hear you.

- The Lone Ranger?
- Nobody goes anywhere alone.

It's just a rule.
- Got it, let's go.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

(sirens wailing)

Come on, let's go.

(whistling and blowing
kazoo to the tune of

"The William Tell Overture"
by Gioachino Rossini)

- Hi ho silver, away!

- Very funny.
- It's your G man.

(laughing)

- Hi, it's me.

- [Man] Why don't you take
a look and see the screen?

- Yeah, I'm looking at it
now, what does it mean?

- [Man] Two distinct
blood samples.

- [Man] You need to meet me
in the bathroom, gimme some.

(laughing)

- Great timing,
(phone ringing)

I needed some good news.

- SIU.

- Thanks.
- Yes sir.

- Listen, I...

- [Man] Well here's the report
from Riverside County fire--

- Okay.

Okay, bye.

- Whoop, Isobel.

Captain wants to see
you in his office now.

- Better wash up.

- Don't think that's gonna help.

- [Captain Harris] Have
you read this, sergeant?

Police reopen famous
ballerina murder case?

(sighs)

- I had no idea he'd do this.

- And I had no idea
you were so naive.

The ballerina murder.

(slams door)

Now I don't mind my department
taking on a few pet projects,

but I do mind when they're
irrelevant and I do mind

when the chief and the
mayor call to tell me

that I'm wasting the
taxpayers' money.

We use the media,
they don't use us!

- I talked to the Bureau.

- This is not the FBI.

This is the LAPD.

And I am your superior
and nothing happens

without me knowing about it.

- I sent the ballerina
shoe to the Bureau.

They found two
distinct blood samples.

One female, and the other male.

When we get a complete
breakdown from the Bureau

it'll be better
than a fingerprint.

- Now you need to
match it to a suspect.

You got one?

- That's where the
profile comes in.

- Maybe he's dead.

- Well I clock him in
at about 45, I doubt it.

- Maybe he's on the other
side of the country.

- Some of these guys do
drift from place to place

but a lot of them stay
right where they are,

like Juan Corona.

- Any leads in the file?
(laughs)

- What file?

Half of it was missing.

- Happens.

- Somebody gutted the records.

- Somebody took part
of the file home

and just didn't bring it back.

- Like maybe our killer.

Look, he could be a sociopath.

He has a problem with authority,
flirts with the police,

hangs out in cop bars,
dresses up like us,

looks for ways to taunt
us with his crimes.

Or he could have been a cop.

- Not that old garbage.

- Captain, guys like this
don't outgrow the habit.

If he's still out there,
he's still killing.

- Build your profile,
pull in your suspect,

and nail him with the DNA match.

- Donoho's great but could I
have some more help on this?

- Howdy.

- Captain.

- How you doing?

- Well...

- Fine.

- We're spread pretty thin.

I can only give you one man.

Take Frick and Frack.

- Yes sir.

- And Neiman?

- Yes sir.

- You don't lift a finger
without me knowing about it.

- No, sir.

What we're looking for is
the killer's signature.

And the only way we're going
to find it is by comparing

the ballerina murder with
other unsolved crimes.

- So what we're
looking for is an MO.

- Well, an MO can
change from kill to kill

but the signature
usually stays the same.

It's something they do at each
murder that gives them away,

like a giant arrow
above their heads,

something they're not aware of.

- Oh yeah but of course
we'll be aware of it.

- 'Cause we're so brilliant.

- Look for the
use of restraints.

Our guy's into control.

Look for cases where the
killer made the victim

do something
humiliating or bizarre.

Look for blood drain,
possibly cannibalism.

No no no, that doesn't fit an
organized killer, forget it.

Oh and no battered faces.

- Why not?

- That usually means the
murderer knew the victim.

This guy kills strangers.

- Nothing here.

- Or here.

- Hey!

What do you mean
there's nothing here?

This guy was a prostitute.

- So what?

- So you missed it.

- Oh.

Back off Iz, I mean,
this file stuff

is just a waste of time.

- You know how you
catch these perps?

You get a tip, you go out,
you bust 'em, that's...

- Look, I'm just
trying to show you--

- You're trying to show,
you're trying to show us?

You go in that tunnel.

- No backup.
- No armor.

And you're gonna show us?

- Now wait a minute.

- No, wait, you wait a minute.

Now you may know
this psycho jazz,

but you don't know
shit about the street.

If you wanna stay alive long
enough to break this case,

then you better start
listening to us for a change.

- Hi.

(sighs)

- Look, we have a lot of work
to do and we might as well

get started.

Look what the cat dragged in.

- Did I sense a note
of discord back there?

- Whatever gave you that idea?

- Look, it's my column, right?

I thought I had your permission.

- Well you didn't.

How'd you get in here anyway?

- I've always had a very good
relationship with the LAPD.

I apologized to Captain Harris.

It's you I need absolution from.

Wait, look, just a second.

Could we maybe talk about
this a little more over dinner

or a drink?

- I'm sorry, we have a
lot of work to do tonight.

- [Dennis] What do
you mean we, Kemosabe?

- [Fred] We got bowling league.

- Where you going?

We have, we've got
a lot of work to do.

- [Dennis] We're going
to an important game,

that's where we're going.

- [Fred] Our kids would never
forgive us if we missed it.

- Oh sure.

- Look we're down
two-zero in the series.

This is important.

- No, I understand.

- [Fred] We'll come back
later tonight and help.

- Alright.

- If you had told me that
it was off the record,

I wouldn't have written it.

I was only hoping
that the exposure

would bring somebody forward

who was afraid to
talk back then.

- I just want you to
know that I had to do

some fast dancing to
hang on to the case.

- Mea culpa.

- You're the first club
soda Irishman I ever met.

- Well, as my father used
to say, malt does more

than Milton can to
justify God's ways to man.

- I thought A.E.
Housman said that.

- You're right,
he said it first.

But my father said
it with feeling.

He took the high road and
I got off at the first exit

and took the service roads.

(pensive music)

- 46 pairs of chromosomes
equals two people.

- The inside scram?

- When the final
test results come in

we'll have a DNA
fingerprint of the killer.

- Yes, but unless his DNA
records are on file somewhere

you still can't identify him.

- That's right.

So much for science.
- Yeah.

- I still need a suspect.

And so far--
- Well,

you're gonna find him.

I can feel it.

- Yeah, I think I will.

(gentle jazzy music)

- [Thomas] Cigarette?

- [Isobel] No, thanks, I quit.

- Oh yeah?

Me too.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Mm hmm, when?

- Just now.

(clatters)

- Uh huh.

- It's easy, I quit
everything all the time.

- I see that.

(laughing)

- So now we have
something in common.

- We'll see.

- You know I notice you
don't have a ring on.

Does that mean anything
in these liberated times?

- Only that I
haven't had time yet.

- Ah.

- How about you?

- Uh, no, no.

I was married once but well
unfortunately that ended.

Or fortunately, I don't know.

It's interesting how
time and circumstance

reveal different
perspective on these things.

- [Isobel] You have family?

- Uh, well, no, no kids.

I do still have my mother
but she's a terrific lady,

she'd like you.

- Oh.

(laughs)

- And, um, a sister,
Evelyn, 36 and rocking

the legal profession with
the most progressive thinking

in decades.
- Oh.

- Women are going
to save the world.

- Well.

Here's to the good guys.

(glasses clink)

Mm.

- You're not really
staying here, are you?

- It isn't so bad.

- No, I can't let you
stay in a place like this.

- Well it's just for a while.

The only way that I'm
going to crack this case

is to live in its world.

- Well, I'm sorry I was the
one that exposed you to it.

(laughs)

- Thanks for the company.

- Sure.
- Night.

Night.

(tinkling music)

(sighs)

(mysterious music)

- [Man] Hey pick it up, will ya?

It's for you.
- Alright, I got it.

- It's the DA.

- I'd say I'm considered
an intellectual.

A lover of the arts, maybe
even a ballet aficionado.

(acoustic guitar music)

I'm a professional.

Perhaps I'm a teacher,
college-level,

but I'm not a big success.

I pretend to be, I
should have been.

I was the first born,

but my siblings
don't look up to me

and my father wishes
I'd never been born.

(bicycle bell rings)

Some unbearable stress
triggers me and I have to kill

but not just anyone.

I select my victims,
someone who is vulnerable,

easy to control--
- We were here.

- And they trust me.
- Where were you?

- What?

- [Fred] Last night, we
came back to help you and--

- The dog didn't bark.

- Did you see that
little spaceship went
right over my head?

- Zoom.

- When I chased that
burglar into the tunnel,

the dog barked at me, but
it didn't bark at him.

That dog knows him.

- You're moving into a land
of both shadow and substance,

you do not know where
the hell you are.

You've just entered
into the Isobel zone.

- [Isobel] Oh here, let me.

- You can understand
how terrible it's been.

A burglary every Thursday
and then that awful thing

that happened to the
baby in the park.

- Oh it must be very
stressful on everyone.

How many in your
family, Mrs. Kraft?

- Well right now just Brandon,
oh, and my son Michael.

- [Isobel] Hold it.

- There he goes.
- Hey, stop that guy!

- [Man] What is it?

(siren wailing)

- Hey, it's Michael Kraft!

- Michael, Michael,
stop, Michael!

- Izzy, get in.
- Let's go, come on, let's go!

(tires screeching)

(breathing heavily)

- Oh god.
- Hold it!

- [Dennis] Why didn't
you tackle him?

(groaning)

- [Fred] Hold it, stop!

- He aint going nowhere!

Oh god.

Shit!

(shouts)

- [Fred] Stay with
him, Isobel, come on!

- [Dennis] Stay to the
right, stay to the right,

stay to the right,
stay to the right!

(shouts)

(clattering)

- We're not gonna stop!

- Are you alright, you alright?

(groaning)

(buzzing)

- Come on!

- Hey, that's a
high voltage track.

High voltage!

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
- Easy, easy.

- What are you doing?

- [Fred] It's too late, Isobel.

(buzzing)
(screaming)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh Jesus.

Oh god.

(sighs)

We could have caught him.

- He got caught.
- He's dead.

What use is he dead?
- What use is he alive?

- When are you gonna
learn that there's more to

police work than
cowboys and Indians?

- Let's get outta here.

You believe the
Dodgers last night?

- [Dennis] I don't
believe in them.

That's why I won
five bucks on them.

- I lost five bucks on 'em.

- Yeah, you know why?

- Why?
- Well 'cause you bet on 'em

to win and I bet on 'em to lose.

- H...

(sighs)

- [Fred] Use a bookie.

- [Dennis] Bet against my kid.

- Bet against your own kid?
- Yeah.

- [Man] Didn't see
you last night.

- How much is a hot dog?
- 1.55.

- I'll take one with mustard
on the bottom please.

- Okay.

- Let's make that two.

- With mustard for yourself?

- Onions for me.

- Okay, no problem.
- I got it, I got it,

I got it.

So how you been doing?

- Okay.

- Really?

- No, not really.
(chuckles)

- I thought so.

- My partners have
gone over the edge and

this department shrink
thinks I'm about to.

(sighs)

- See that fence over there?

That chain link fence?

That's where they
found that ballerina.

- I know.

- You wanna go on in
there, maybe you'll get

one of your feelings.

- I've been there before.
- Oh, recently?

- Long time ago.

Night they found her.

(mysterious music)

- Oh?

Tell me about it.

- Mm.

Not much to tell, really.

We'd been to the theater.

We were driving home.

My parents started arguing,
they did that a lot.

There wasn't anything I could
do about it, I was just a kid.

So we came to a red
light, I opened the door

and started running away.

Away from the fighting.

And I ran down the alley.

Past the station.

And there were all
these policemen.

I wasn't afraid of them really.

I just wanted to
find someplace safe.

So I ran past them.

I ran to the end of the alley.

And I saw her.

And she looked right through me.

She was dead but

she was,

she was just hanging there.

Like a china doll.

And all of a sudden it was
like I was inside her mind.

I could feel her feelings
like they were my own.

And for that moment I was her.

- [Man] Joe.

- [Man] Yeah?

(murmuring)

- Isobel, look.

You've been keeping that
inside for too many years.

You've gotta let
her rest in peace.

- [Isobel] I wish I could.

- [Thomas] If you ask
me, which you didn't,

you're getting too close
to this for your own good.

And that hotel room, I
want you out of there.

- [Isobel] Oh, I can handle
it, it isn't dangerous--

- No, no.
- It's ugly maybe.

- No no no no.

It's not the danger
I'm talking about.

I'm talking about your soul.

Now you can't steal
that many dark souls

without them taking
revenge on you.

- That's what they
called me at Quantico.

- What?

- Soul thief.

- Marty.
- Yo.

(phone ringing)

- Neiman.

Hi Jeff.

Yeah, it's right here.

What?

(laughing)

Alright!

Donoho!

- Isobel, what do
you want me to do?

Check every hospital
and clinic to find out

who's been treated for
diabetes in the last 20 years?

- He may not actually
have the disease,

he may only be a carrier.

Well you have a button for that
on your computer, don't you?

- Isobel, Tom Quinn called,
he says he's got something

at the Trib you should see.

- Thanks Cuoco.

(phones ringing)
(murmuring)

Why couldn't you let
the sleeping dog lie?

The whore was no ballerina.

She deserved to die, you
think you're so smart,

you'll never find
me, keep looking

and I'll find you.

PS if you think this isn't
real go to 1955 Cardman Street.

He sent this to the editor,
he wants it published.

Could it be a hoax?

- One way to find out.

- Now this is a police matter,

I want this kept off the record.

- Look.

Anything you give to me,
you can keep off the record.

That letter was sent to us.

We're giving it to you.

- You can't print
privileged information.

- I can print this letter.

Down to here.

Everything but the address.

- Alright, let's go.

This is a slaughterhouse.

This is where he killed Rosalee.

The blood would never be seen.

He chose it for the symbolism.

Imagine.

Slaughterhouse.

(suspenseful music)

Quinn, if you print that--

- Give me some credit.

If it turns out to be
privileged information,

I'll save it til
the case is over.

(dripping)

(sighs)

(sirens wailing)

Why did you live in this dump

and die such an image of beauty?

(pensive music)

I didn't.

I died like I lived.

He made me look like this.

Dressed me up to
look sensational.

Was that it?

(mysterious music)

This guy designs his
kills to be sensational.

This is his signature.

He wants to read about
himself in the newspaper.

- They all do.

- Yes, but there's a difference
between a guy who tortures

because he's a sadist
and a guy who tortures

so his crime will be gruesome
enough for big media coverage.

- A headline hunter.

- That's it.

- So we're not just
looking for hookers

or even female victims.

- Right.

(laughing)

- Do we have to check
every unsolved homicide

in the past 20 years?

- Only the sensational ones.

How's the ectrograph
analysis coming?

- Something's coming up.

- It's a phone number.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Uh, yes, hello.

This is the Golden
State Prize Center.

Your number was given to
me as one of our winners

but they forgot to
include your name.

- Florence Atherton.

- Florence Atherton?

Oh, oh, I'm terribly
sorry Mrs. Atherton.

I just found another
message on my desk.

Apparently our winner is
a Mr. Gordon Atherton.

He wouldn't by any
chance be related to you?

- He's my son.

- Oh.

Could you tell me how to
get in touch with him?

- He's standing right here.

(snaps)

- [Gordon] Yeah.

- Uh, Mr. Atherton, it's my
great pleasure to tell you

that you've won a brand new
state of the art video camera.

And all you have to
do to claim your prize

is to spend three glorious
days at our new home sites in--

(slams phone)

(dial tone ringing)

- We got it.

1147 Hayden Place.

- I don't think he's our guy.

- [Fred] What?

- He doesn't match the profile.

- Huh.

- Oh come on.

Now just...

(dog barking)

(tires screeching)

(knocking)
(door creaks)

(thuds)

(clock ticking)

(dripping)

- [Dennis] What do we got?

- Blood sample.

APB?

- Bus schedules.

This guy is AOMF.

- Well the AO stands for adios.

- So that's Atherton now.

20 years did a lot of damage.

- Actually this would
be normal aging.

He probably looks a lot worse.

Heroin is not good
for the complexion.

- Can I have a copy
negative of that?

- Sure, Harry?

Thanks.

- It'll be tomorrow's edition.

- Oh, great.
- Yeah.

Listen.

Since I so gallantly
facilitated the last act

of your drama, I was sorta
thinking maybe well look.

How about joining
me in my box seats

at Chavez Ravine tonight?

- Oh I'd love it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Alright.

- [Isobel] I haven't been
to a game since I was a kid.

- Yeah?

Well it's still the same game.

Listen, I just
have to stop here.

I hope you won't mind.

I have to drop something
off here for my mother,

it'll just take a minute.
- Oh...

Your mother's a diabetic?

- Yeah, yeah.

But she's very brave about it.

Much braver than I would be.

All my prayers end with god,
don't let it happen to me.

(laughs)

I'm terrified of needles.

Well.
(car beeping)

Wanna come in?
- No no no no.

- You sure?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

You're gonna find him.

I can feel it.

(sighs)

(garbled speaking
on police radio)

(scoffs)

They're damn lucky to have you.

(glasses clink)

I'm talking about your soul.

Okay.

You alright?

- Oh, yeah, yeah,
I'm just, I'm tired.

- Ah.

Too tired?

- I'm sorry but it
is not as much fun

when you're too bushed
to jump up and down

and curse the umpire.

- I understand.

Another night.

- Yeah, yeah, another night.
- Okay.

(beeps)

(beeping)

(mysterious music)

(sighs)

- Sylvia, it's me.

I'm really sorry to bother
you right now but I,

I need to ask you a big favor.

- Quinn, Thomas Edward.

Graduated USC 1966,
spent a couple of years

at a San Diego paper,
started at the Tribune 1971.

Married once, divorced
about 12 years ago.

- I need specifics,
Sylvia, give me months.

- Months?

Okay the wife filed
March the previous year,

final decree came April of '79.

Father died cirrhosis
of the liver June 1984.

Quinn was left out
of the will, huh.

Everything but the house
went to his sister.

Mom got the house.

He sued for his share but ol'
sis clobbered him in court.

She's a big time
corporate attorney.

- When did that happen?

- Uh, September '85.

(laughs)

Well, he's got no
criminal record at all,

not even a stupid
parking ticket.

Sounds good to me, is he cute?

Izzy, what's the matter babe?

- [Isobel] Quinn's
wife files for divorce.

- [Dennis] Priest's body
found staked to altar.

- [Isobel] The final
decree is issued

in which Quinn loses everything.

- [Fred] Killer
removes nurse's heart.

- Quinn's sister buries
him in court over their

father's estate.

- What is it you want?

- Quinn's blood.

- You need a warrant for that.

- Yes sir.

- And for a warrant
you need real evidence.

- Look, if he's guilty he'll
refuse to give me the blood

and the knowledge that we're
onto him would crush him.

We're talking about
a very fragile ego.

Someone who can perform
well in society as long as

he's in control; we take away
his control, he comes unglued

and shows us who he really is.

- So you wanna put
a stakeout on him.

- Shake him up.

- And then we try to break him.

- Can we look at this
rationally for a minute, huh?

On one hand, I've got a
junkie with real evidence

against him, on the other hand
I've got a highly respected

journalist with
a very mighty pen

with no evidence against him!

Whose only mistake is
being attracted to a cop!

- Atherton doesn't
fit the profile.

Quinn does.

- Look why don't we wait for
the DNA match on the blood

you found in Atherton's syringe.

If it comes back positive,

it'll save us a hell
of a lot of grief.

- No sir.

If Quinn's our man he's
already under stress

and when he's
stressed, he kills.

- And you wanna push
him even further?

- Right over the edge.

- And we'll be right
there to catch him.

- If you're wrong,
it's your badge.

(horns honking)
(murmuring)

- Hold it right there.

Back up, this way, right there.

(camera clicks)

So, what are you doing here?

Are you here to watch our mayor

make a fool of himself again?

- Could we talk for a minute?

- Sure.

- I don't think
Atherton is our killer.

- Why not?

- The profile suggests
somebody else.

Someone who's very
charming and clever.

Someone who's
trusted, respected,

in a job where he can
approach strangers

and they'll talk to him.

Somebody with a history of
diabetes in the family tree.

Who had an unfortunate
relationship

with an alcoholic father.

Someone who has
problems with intimacy.

Someone who knows how
to make a headline.

Who likes to control his world.

Manipulate it.

- Why does this
sound so familiar?

No, can't be me.

No problems with intimacy here.

You're serious.

- Set my mind at ease.

- [Woman] Here's the Mayor!

- [Man] Here's the Mayor!

- You give us a
voluntary blood sample.

It will clear you
without any doubt.

- Sure.

- Sure?

- Sure.

- Well I could take
you to the lab now.

- I gotta do this right
now, how 'bout Friday?

Friday?

- Friday would be
fine, thank you.

- Good.

- Sir, concerning
the campaign trip,

do you have any new information?

- [Man] Sir, excuse
me, can I ask

are there any truth
to the rumors sir?

(clamoring)

- [Man] This way please sir.

- Sir just one more shot.
- Mr. Mayor!

- What are you doing here?

I told you I'd take the
test, don't you believe me?

- Hey, you live in there?

Must be neat living
in a fire house, huh?

- Isobel.
- Hey.

You got a fire pole in there?

- Look why don't you...

Ah.

- We won't bother you.

Just forget we're here.

- Whatever you say.

(suspenseful music)

- He doesn't come out all day.

He doesn't turn the
light on all night.

Now you tell me,
would he act like this

if he were innocent?

- He could be depressed.

Shh, I'd be depressed.

- Maybe he killed himself.

- Mm, TV's on.

- Well you don't have to be
alive to watch television.

Mm.

- There's only one thing
to do at a time like this.

(clears throat)

Yo Terry's.

I'd like to order
one El Stupendo.

- With anchovies.
- With anchovies.

Delivered to 803 Edgemont.

(knocking)

- Hello?

Terry's Pizza!

Hey is anybody up there?

Hello sir, Terry's Pizza.

- I didn't order any pizza.

You got the wrong address.

- Uh, sir--
- Forget it.

- But sir...

(dog barking)

- I guess he's alive.

- Yep.

Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Detective Fred Robinson, Los
Angeles Police Department,

Special Investigations.

Something wrong here?

- Yeah.

Yeah something's wrong.

The guy said he didn't order
a pizza, he stiffed me!

- [Man] Your old lady, man.

- Now I gotta pay
for the whole thing.

- [Man] She dead.

- Tough break.

- Yeah life's a bitch.

Hey, you guys hungry?

How about an El Stupendo, huh?

Half price.

- Sure.
- Okay.

Cool.

- There's something for you.

(sirens wailing)

- Here comes the hemo goblin.

- Morning.

Look at this.

- Thomas Quinn will
not appear today.

Hey, Quinn's not working.

- I'd call in sick if my girl

accused me of murder.

- I'm not his girl.

- Want some pizza?

- Oh god.

(sighs)

(funky music)
(chattering)

- 28, 29, breathe.

- How are we supposed
to know if this guy

is nearing meltdown if
we can't even see him?

- [Woman] Hop.

Remember to breathe.

- He can't stay
in there forever.

- That's it.
- Can he?

- [Woman] Good.

And down, up.

Down, up.
- Right.

- [Woman] You're not trying!

- Shut up.

33.
- Better!

That's it!

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

- Anything?

- Not a peep.

(garbled speaking
on police radio)

- [Man] Out of 962
shots being fired, over.

- Bye bye.
- See ya.

- [Man] One William 48.

One William 48.

- Yeah, this is Donoho.

- [Man] We got a positive
ID on the blood sample.

Blood on the toe shoe
matches Atherton's, over.

- That's a copy, 10-4.

(shouting)

I'm really sorry, Isobel.

(sighs)

- Will you give me
a couple of minutes?

There's something I have to do.

- Sure.

(mysterious music)

(door creaking)

(sirens wailing)

- Quinn.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

- Come on in.

I see you're all ready.

- We got a sample
of Atherton's blood.

Turns out it matches the blood
on the ballerina's toe shoe.

- [Thomas] Want a drink?

- No, thank you.

(sighs)

- Do you have any idea how
much I cared about you?

Did you really think
I was the killer?

- I didn't know.

- Oh, I thought you knew!

(sighs)

- I was wrong.

- Oh.

(chuckles mirthlessly)

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

These things happen,
mistakes happen.

- I have to go.

- [Thomas] Isobel.

(mysterious music)

- [Dennis] Please god let
this be the last night

we have to stake
out Thomas Quinn.

- Where's Izzy and Donoho?
- I dunno.

You see her car?

- No.

Maybe it's over.

(suspenseful music)

- This is One William 24.

I need a location on
Neiman and Donoho.

- [Woman] One William 24, no
location on Neiman and Donoho.

- Well beep them.

- [Woman] Roger.

(beeping)

One William 24, there's
still no response, over.

- We should check it out.
- Something's not right.

This is weird.

- They woulda called.
- They woulda called.

(banging)

- Guess no one's home.

- Guess not.

- Maybe try the door,
maybe it's open.

- Okay.

(sighs)

- Go!

(bangs)

(bangs)
(grunts)

(bangs)
(grunts)

(mysterious music)

(clock ticking)

(tinkling music)

(suspenseful music)

- [Thomas] Put it on.

- I knew you'd come.

- [Thomas] Put it on.

- So this is where it begins.

Or ends.

(gun fires)

(groaning)

- [Thomas] Wait, I'm bleeding,
I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding.

Oh please, please, don't.

(breathing heavily)

I love you.

- Quinn.

Quinn.

(shouting)
(suspenseful music)

- Did you check the roof?

- No.

Did you?

- Oh god.

(groaning)

Fred.

(suspenseful music)

- Shit.

(groaning)

- How did you know I
would come tonight?

- I knew it when you kissed me.

- Oh.

Loose lips, huh?

What did my lips tell you?

- I felt their fear.

The kind of fear that
sends you out of control.

- That's a rather
ironic observation

under the circumstances,
wouldn't you say?

(groans)

As you can see, I'm
very much in control.

(sparking)

- You're making mistakes.

Lots of them.

- [Thomas] Yeah?

Name one.

- Your blood.

It's all over the place.

- They'll think it's Atherton's.

I put my blood in his syringe.

- And then you killed him.

You'll never write
the end of this story.

- Oh I think I will.

Another bright light goes
out on the Hollywood sign.

- Up there!

- Oh no.

No!

(groaning)

Do you feel me now, Isobel?

- End of story, Quinn!

(grunts)

(shouting)

(screaming)

(mysterious music)

(sighs deeply)

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)