All language subtitles for 88 Minutes (2007) (Al Pacino) (moviesbyrizzo).Eng

Do you think
it's an accident?

Who would wanna
Kill Princess Di?

She's so young
and so beautiful.

I'm going to sleep.

Joanie, don't
forget to feed kitty.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Kitty, kitty.

♫ You're not being true to me

♫ Deep within my soul, I feel

Turn the music down!

3 Sometimes I wish I could

(SHOWER RUNNING)

& Turn back time

♫ Impossible as it may seem

♫ But I wish I could

Kitty, kitty,
dinner's ready.

Kitty.

♫ Quit playing games
with my heart

♫ I should've known
from the start

Kitty, kitty, dinner's ready.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Kitty, dinner's ready.

(MOANING)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MEOWING)

Why didn't you
feed the cat already?

Feel good?

(CAT MEOWING)

MAN: Hey, shut that
damn cat up!

(SCREAMING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

DETECTIVE:
What is your name?

Janie Cates.

(CAMERA CONTINUES CLICKING)

And the deceased
was your sister?

Her name is Joanie.

We're twins.

Were you able to
see who did this?

Just a glimpse.

(SNIFFLES)

It was dark.

I'm not certain.

PROSECUTOR: In your
professional opinion, Dr. Gramm,

as a forensic psychiatrist,

will Jon Forster, if allowed to
go free, rape and murder again?

JACK: I believe... DEFENCE
ATTORNEY: I object, Your Honour.

It's speculative
in nature.

Dr. Gramm is the
prosecutor's hired gun,

the forensic psychiatrist
of the year, so to speak,

who pontificates like the
Oracle of Delphi on hypotheses

as if they are
stone cold facts.

JUDGE: Objection overruled.

Dr. Gramm,
you may answer the question.

I believe...

I object, Your honour, on the
grounds that the witness has put forth

a hypothetical depiction of the Joanie
Cates crime scene that is pure fantasy

filled with convenience and wrapped
in a perfectly symmetrical bow.

Have you finished,
Miss Bennett?

My client grieves for the
victim of this heinous crime,

and fears that more women will be
killed as the real murderer remains free,

cackling at the folly
of these proceedings.

I think you are finished.

Yes, you are finished,
Miss Bennett, and overruled.

And now, Dr. Gramm, you may
actually answer the question.

And what is the question,
Your honour? I've forgotten.

(JURY CHUCKLES)

I know the question.
I'm sorry.

I know the answer, too.

In my professional opinion
as a forensic psychiatrist,

Jon Forster is a serial
murderer and a rapist,

who if allowed to go free
will rape and murder again.

PROSECUTOR: Thank you, Doctor.
Nothing further.

FOREMAN: We, the jury,
find the defendant, Jon Forster,

guilty of murder in the first
degree, with special circumstances.

JUDGE: Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

you are released with
the state's gratitude.

The defendant will be remanded
to the custody of the state,

pending the determination
of his sentence.

(WHISPERING)
Tick-tock, Doc.

JUDGE: Thank you very
much for your service.

Tick-tock.

(GAVEL KNOCKS)

(HIP HOP MUSIC
STARTS PLAYING SUDDENLY)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Yeah?

SHELLY: Hey, Jack.
Shelly.

I've been calling you
all morning. You okay?

JACK: No, I'm okay.
What's up?

I was worried.

You worry too much, Shelly.
What's going on?

Frank Parks has been calling. He
needs to speak to you immediately.

Well, you patch
him through.

(PHONE BEEPS)

I had fun last night,
Miss Pollard.

Me, too. Thanks for the
wine-tasting lesson, Dr. Gramm.

Jack.

(MOUTHING) Jack.

SHELLY: Hey, Jack.
I got Frank Parks. Go ahead.

Hey, Frank.

Jack.

Yeah, we got another one.

Oh, no, the same?

FRANK: Every detail.

Right down to the
lateral lacerations.

Halothane, carabiners,
ropes, the works.

It's the Seattle
Slayer again.

JACK: Where are you now?

Look, Jack.
There's a tape.

You're gonna wanna see it.

Jack? You still there?

Yeah.

Meet me at my office, okay?

Sure, Jack.

Where to?

114 Weston, please.
Quickly.

MAN OVER RADIO:
Welcome back, Seattle.

We're continuing our
interview with Jon Forster,

who was convicted of the murder
of Joanie Cates, nine years ago,

based on the eyewitness testimony
of her twin sister, Janie Catles.

Jon Forster is slated to die at
midnight, at Walla Walla Penitentiary.

Do you mind changing
that station, please?

Mr. Forster, what is your
reaction to the state...

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Thank you.

FBI get here yet?

Yeah, two minutes in
the conference room.

Okay.

Any calls?

New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, Time, Newsweek.

They all wanna know if you have a
quote about Forster's pending execution.

Oh, no comment.

SHELLY: Janie Cates came
by to give you a present.

Dr. Gramm.

I'm sorry. I don't know if this is
appropriate. I just wanted to...

I just wanted
to mark the day.

Thank you, Janie.

I'm glad that my sister Joanie
hasn't been forgotten. Thank you.

For everything.
You just...

You went out of
your way and I...

You're busy, so I'm just
gonna get out of here.

(WHISPERS) Janie. We
did good, Janie. We did good.

All right.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

You're one
of my students?

Hi.

FRANK: Jack.
Yeah.

I'd like to introduce
you to Jeremy Guber,

with the Attorney
General's office.

Jeremy is in charge of the
Seattle Slayer task force.

Dr. Gramm, it is so
good to meet you.

This is a really
big honour for me. It is.

Sorry about the...

No, this is such a beautiful
conference room, too.

FRANK: And this special agent
Mactire from the FBI.

Dr. Gramm.

Pleasure.
Have a seat.

Hey, big fellow.

Ace.

Jeremy.

Seattle Slayer
task force.

Well, okay, I'm sure you
have a lot of questions,

so I will do the best I can
to answer them, but first I...

No. First, I think we
should all have a cookie.

These are from
Janie Cates.

Jeremy?

Sure, thank you.

Frank?

No, thanks, Jack.

No?

Mr. Mactire?

You're a good sport,
Jeremy.

A little milk maybe,
what do you think?

Shelly, we got milk, don't we?
Bring in three glasses.

Nothing for me, Jack.

All right,
make that two.

No, make it three.

Maybe you'll have
a change of heart.

So, let's see...

I can assume that
last night's crime scene

was very much like Forster's
previous crime scenes, right?

They totally match, yeah.

And where does
this take us?

Well, maybe, and this
might be far-fetched,

but what if the perp
worked with Forster,

and these staged scenes were intended
to throw some doubt on his guilty verdict?

Go with it.

Possibly providing him with a
stay of execution or even a new trial.

Gold star, Jeremy.
Big gold star.

I mean, that's exactly what
I think is happening here.

No, I'm sticking
with copycat.

Yeah. Of course, there
is another possibility.

Yeah?

Forster is innocent,
wrongfully convicted.

No.

JEREMY: The task force
is aware that

your expert opinion was
critical in convicting Forster.

But then why did he
walk his first trial?

Procedural error.

And why has he never been tried in
any of the other five pending murders

that you have
attributed to him?

You realize it's the
solemn duty of my office

to ensure an innocent man
is not executed tonight.

You do understand that?

Look, Jack, if you have any
reconsideration of testimony

or anything new you wanna lay
on the table, now would be the time.

Would you say it was fair
to characterize your attitude

towards Jon Forster
as a personal vendetta?

Well, if we're
being fair, yeah, sure.

It's a personal vendetta.

I have a personal vendetta
against Ted Bundy

and Gacy and about 10 or 15 other serial
murderers that are floating around...

Jack, please.
...the streets right now.

JEREMY: No, this is helpful.

There is one other issue
that we need to address.

Milkmaid.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

What's going on here?

Do you know a woman
named Dale Morris?

Yes.

How?

She's a student
of mine.

She's just a student
of yours?

Okay, Dr. Gramm,
we're federal agents here.

You don't want
to be lying here.

We had a relationship.

You're being very
cryptic with me right now.

We had a professional
relationship, not a sexual relationship.

About a year ago, her father
died. She was very troubled.

I treated her as
a psychiatrist.

I don't sleep with my
students, Mr. Guber.

Nor do I sleep
with my patients.

Now, what does this have
to do with anything, anyway?

Jack.

Dale Morris was
murdered last night.

She's the third
and latest victim.

When was the last
time you saw Dale?

I...

I saw her last night.

To our impossibly
difficult professor,

we say thank you,

(CHUCKLING)

For making our
lives miserable.

The pleasure
is all mine.

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

We were celebrating.

You were celebrating
Forster's pending execution?

No, we were celebrating his
conviction, not his execution.

It wasn't overturned So we were happy
about that. We worked hard on this case.

We have a tape that was
left at the crime scene.

We're gonna play
it for you now.

This message is
for Dr. Jack Gramm.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

You got the wrong man.
Forster's innocent.

Please don't hurt me anymore.

Don't hurt me anymore.

You're gonna
let me go, right?

You said you'd let me go. I read
what you wanted me to read. I...

(DALE SCREAMING)

(DALE SOBBING)

Jack, it goes on like that for
about an hour before she dies.

JEREMY: Why do you think she's
reading you that message, Dr. Gramm?

Dr. Gramm?

(DOOR CLOSING)
Dr. Gramm?

Oh, my God.

I want you to have our
investigators coordinate with the FBI.

I wanna know everything Dale
Morris did in the last 24 hours.

Where she went,
who she talked to.

Could you please have Dr. Gramm's
car ready, please? Thank you.

Thank you, Shelly.

For what?

I don't know.
Everything.

I hate when you
do this, Jack.

Every time you do this, |
think you're gonna end up dead.

Just don't ask me
to marry you again.

Why not? We're perfect
for each other.

Yeah, yeah. Except that I'm gay
and you're a commitment-phobe.

That's why we're perfect.

Thanks, baby.

In Dr. Gramm's own words,
he analyzes a mental puzzle.

So there are no actual
tangible pieces per se.

He made a guess as to what
happened to the Cates twins,

a guess based on his
intuition, a personal bias, ego.

And he sold that fiction to
the jury, lock, stock and barrel.

KATE: Jack, look.
Look at the kite!

Jack, look at me.

(KATE GIGGLING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Hello?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE: You have
88 minutes to live.

What?

You know how long 88
minutes can be, don't you?

That's 11:45 a.m.

Who is this?

Tick-tock.
Who the hell is this?

Tick-tock.
Hey, hey.

What are you saying?

SHELLY: Jack Gramm Associates.

Shelly?

I want you to set a trap
and a trace on my cell.

What's going on?

Yeah. I want you to contact
my wireless carrier,

have them find out who made
that last phone call to me.

Jack, I could be
more helpful if...

Just do it.

Just do it. I need it, all right?
And call me when you get it.

KIM: Jon Forster
was an Eagle Scout,

which accounts for
his facility with ropes.

He also worked in
a veterinary office,

where he had experience using
the animal tranquilizer halothane,

which is what he used
to subdue his victims.

Halothane. Sorry, I'm
late, gang. Thank you, Kim.

I see that the size of our
class is dwindling once again.

MIKE: That could be because
you keep booting everyone.

My favorite med student,
Mike Stempt.

Okay. The legal distinction between
sanity and insanity rests upon what?

ALL: Free will.

The concept of free will.
Yeah.

And what is the most important thing one
should remember when entering a courtroom?

That insanity is
a legal concept.

It's not a medical
or psychiatric term.

But despite the fact that
insanity is a legal concept,

it doesn't mean that
someone's not sick.

Yes, Lauren.

Of all the serial killers that
I've interviewed and studied,

which include our boy
Bundy here, Dahmer, Gacy,

none of them
were legally insane.

This is not to say
they were normal.

I could argue that they
couldn't help themselves

precisely because of
their mental disorder.

Well, if you wanna
argue, Mike,

school of law
IS across campus.

Come on, Dr. Gramm.

It's disingenuous to pretend our
presentations are not arguments.

We create a narrative of
the crime and the criminal.

Narrative is based on fact,
based on logic.

We don't walk into a courtroom
and advocate sentencing, do we?

We don't take sides. We
check our views at the door.

You mean you want us to
pretend we don't have an opinion?

We have opinions, Lauren, but
we just keep them to ourselves.

Share them with your
dog if you have to.

But not your parrot,
'cause it talks back.

You know, it's that kind of logic that's
gonna get you into law school across campus.

Been there. Done that.

Well, my condolences.

(ALL LAUGHING)

So, where's Dale Morris?

She's absent.
I don't see her.

That's a first.

I didn't take
her for a quitter.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Anyone who has
her phone number,

please contact
me after class.

Okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Shelly.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Tick-tock, Doc.

You have 83 minutes
to live, Dr. Gramm.

Tick-tock, Doc.

(DIAL TONE)

So where was 1?

Bundy versus Forster.

What?

Bundy versus Forster.

Thank you, Lauren.

You're welcome.

What we're gonna
explore today is

(RINGING) the similarities
and dissimilarities, say,

from Ted Bundy's modus operandi,
as compared to Jon Forster's.

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Dr. Gramm,
your phone's ringing.

SHELLY: Jack, are you there?

Shelly, what's going on?

The call was made
from a cell phone.

One of those you buy
and pay minutes for.

Registered to whom?

Look, I know you're
in class, but...

Yes, so who is it
registered to?

A Kate Gramm.

Jack, it's a common
enough name.

It doesn't have
to be your sister.

It's just a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence.

Shelly? God damn it.
Shelly?

DISTORTED VOICE: Have you found
out who my phone is registered to by now?

Poor Kate.

Or is it Katie
you like to call her?

(SOFTLY) I'm gonna find you.
You understand?

I'm gonna find out what
you're up to, you son of a bitch,

and I'm gonna put
an end to your threats,

once and for all.
You understand?

She suffered for
such a long time.

You remember how long,
don't you?

You still feel
guilty about her?

You feel guilty about falsifying
the evidence? Lying under oath?

Tick-tock, Doc.
You have 79 minutes to live.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Oh!

You find this
funny, Albert?

Who are you calling
on your phone?

Let me see your phone.

I was just...

Let me see that
goddamn phone.

I was just checking
the Mariners score.

You were what?

I was checking
the Mariners score.

Okay, what's the score?

The score.

What's the damn score?

It's 3-1 Mariners,
bottom of the first.

Oh, my God,
I can't believe it.

What is it, Leeza?
What's the problem?

Look.

What?

JACK: What's going on here?

It says that Dale Morris
was murdered last night.

Is that true, Dr. Gramm?

Yeah.

You knew? You knew
and you didn't tell us?

You knew and you
asked for Dale's number?

LEEZA: Is it the Slayer?

It could be.
KIM: Could be?

Well, the police haven't
released any information yet.

Are we all in danger?

I can't believe
you didn't tell us.

Dr. Gramm?

JACK: Dean Johnson.

Someone called
in a bomb threat.

Everyone needs to evacuate the
building immediately. Thank you.

STUDENT: Come on.
Grab your stuff.

STUDENT 2: Let's
get out of here.

KIM: I'll get your
papers and presentation.

MIKE: I got the slides, Kim.
All right.

MAN OVER P.A.: All students, faculty
and staff must evacuate the building.

I repeat, everyone must
evacuate the building.

(ALARM RINGING)

All students, faculty and staff
must evacuate the building.

I repeat, everyone must
evacuate the building.

(ALARM RINGING)

Please remain
calm and do not run.

Proceed to the northern
end of the campus.

I repeat, we must
evacuate the building.

Jack? What are you doing?
Get going.

What was that
on the screen?

Some student playing
a joke, I guess.

You of all people
know that every outbreak

of school violence is
preceded by a threat.

You need to report this to
Campus Security immediately.

Carol, I get a threat like
this three or four times a year.

Your incredible arrogance makes me
want to slap the shit out of you, Jack.

Well, I wish you would have
disclosed your true feelings about me

before we became
such good friends.

Maybe you should
stop hiding behind

your assessments of other
people and start assessing yourself.

"Cause you need to get over
your past and on with your life

'cause what you're
living isn't one.

Isn't that what you
tell your patients?

Thank you.
Gum?

I'll call Campus Security and let
them know you're on your way.

Where did you go last night?
When you left the bar.

Home.

Were you alone?

Screw you.

(SIREN WAILING)

Roger. We're on it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

The press got a hold of Dale's
name. It's all over the news.

JACK: Yeah, well,
I know that.

SHELLY: And Forster's attorneys
are going to the appellate court.

They're going to
try to get a stay.

A stay?
On what grounds?

They are claiming that these
murders prove that the real killers

have never been
brought to justice.

Nonsense. They're just trying
to buy time. They're desperate.

They're also claiming that you falsified
testimony and concealed evidence.

Well, that's old news.
God damn it.

Who is that guy?

What about Dale Morris? Did
we find anything more about her?

She was murdered
in her apartment

somewhere between the hours
of 2:00 and 6:00 a.m.

Any sign of forced entry?
No.

Does Forster still have that legion
of groupies visiting him at prison?

Are you kidding? He's like a
goddamn rock star, website and all.

All right, I want you to pull the
background checks on all my students,

and get back to me.

Damn.

Oh, no.

Okay.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Kim? What are you
doing here?

I'm getting my car.

It's parked here like it is every
day I come to the campus.

That was really horrible.

Just horrible what you did in
class. This was a new low for you.

I was looking for potential
suspects. That's what I was doing.

What did you do after
you left the party last night?

I didn't wind up drunk in bed
with a stranger like you.

You left the party
with Dale Morris,

the girl that was
murdered, didn't you?

(SIGHS)

Yes, I did.

So what did you do?
Where did you go?

You are not seriously
considering...

Where did you go?

We went to the Hickory Stick.
We had a drink, two drinks.

And then?

And then I went home, alone.

You have anyone
that can verify that?

No. No one can verify it.

Come on. I've been your
teaching assistant for two years.

I'm your friend. I'm here
to help you, if you'll let me.

Follow me.

Follow me.

Who did that?

What does it mean?

Well, according to an
anonymous phone caller,

it means I got 72
minutes left to live.

Can I borrow your cell
phone? I broke mine.

These are my car keys.

Could you take that around front
and meet me there in 10 minutes?

I have to go to
Campus Security.

Okay.

Call me on my Blackberry
if you run late.

JACK: Okay.

Shelly, you're gonna have to
reach me on Kim's cell phone.

What happened
to yours?

I broke it.
What?

You have her number,
don't you?

SHELLY: Yeah, I do.

Listen, just forward all the
calls, okay, to Kim's cell.

Please. Thanks.

Dr. Gramm.

Hey, Mike.

Everyone is pretty
upset about Dale.

Yeah, well,
that's understandable,

considering the
circumstances. Yes.

I had a question
about Jon Forster.

Yeah? What?

Well, I've been going through
the trial transcripts and case history.

Why would you do that?

To understand
your process better,

how you come to
your conclusions.

And?

What?

Is it possible
Forster is innocent?

No.

You won't even
consider the possibility?

Nope.

You're completely convinced the
scenario you put together is the only one?

First of all, I didn't
put together a scenario.

I recreated a crime scene.

Second, I didn't convict
Forster. A jury did.

But the evidence was circumstantial.
No DNA, no murder weapon.

Nothing directly linking
Forster to the crime,

except your narrative and
Janie Cates' testimony, which...

What's your point?

Just that your testimony
was very convincing.

That's my job.
To be convincing.

I thought it
was to be right.

WOMAN: Help!

Somebody, please!

WOMAN: Help! Help!

Lauren.
Dr. Gramm.

What happened to you?
He's wearing a leather jacket.

He's out there. I bit
his hand, it's bleeding.

His hand is bloody.
Can you get him?

You're okay?
Go get him now! I'm fine!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Watch my car!
This is a police action!

There's been an assault.
I wanna see your hands.

Back off!
Roll the window down.

No!

I'm a forensic psychiatrist with the
FBI. There. Okay? Open the window now.

Yeah.

See? Well, roll down the
window and let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands.

You got nothing to hide,
you can show me.

No. Look, I'm trying
to go home. What?

Okay, sorry.

Excuse me. There's been an
assault. I wanna see your hand.

Okay. Hold on!

There's been an assault.
I gotta check your hands.

I'm a forensic
psychiatrist with the FBI.

Okay?

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

I couldn't find him.

Here.

This is stupid.
I'm so stupid.

I can't believe I'm so
weak. I'm such a wimp.

It's not your fault.
Come on.

I can't believe I let
him get away like that.

Okay? I should
have fought back more.

Stop beating yourself up.
What exactly happened?

He came at me from behind. He put
this rag over my mouth and I bit his hand.

Did the rag have
an odor to it?

Smelled sweet.

It's halothane, right?

Yeah.
He's the one.

Probably, yeah.

I let Dale's
murderer get away.

Hey, will you stop beating
yourself up? Now tell me something.

I can't believe Dale's
dead. Tell me something.

Could you identify him
if you saw him again?

He came at me from behind.
I didn't see.

Let's go. Let's go to Campus
Security and tell them everything.

(SIREN BLARING)

Hello? This woman
has just been attacked.

Are you okay?

I think so.

What's your name?

I'm Lauren Douglas.

And who are you?

I'm Jack Gramm.

The famous Dr. Jack Gramm?

Dean Johnson phoned
and said you'd be coming in.

Is there someone to interview
Miss Douglas now, please?

Jimmy?
Yeah.

You wanna check
out this girl?

JIMMY: In a minute.

Right this way.

What is going on here?

The person who attacked her
may still be on the campus.

What the hell
are you guys doing?

We got all these guys
out on the bomb scare.

Will you excuse
me for one moment?

It's a little
crazy around here.

Jimmy, get off the phone and
interview Miss Douglas, please.

JIMMY: I'll be right there.

JACK: Thank you.

Why don't you
sit down here?

Okay, you okay?

SHELLY: Jack Gramm Associates.

Shelly? Get Frank, and patch
him through when you get him.

Okay.
Okay, thank you.

I don't want you going
back to your apartment

until the locks
are changed, Lauren.

I don't really have
anywhere else to go.

After you talk to the officer
here, go back to my office.

Shelly will find
you a place to stay.

Okay.

Come on.
It's gonna be all right.

I'm sorry for all the trouble
I caused, Dr. Gramm.

Miss Douglas.
Right this way.

Right in here.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Hey, I left word
for Frank.

Okay. There's been
another incident.

Okay.

The Forster case,
that's your thing, right?

Wrong, it's not my thing.

I saw your testimony
on Court TV.

Is that right?

You fill those out.

Yeah, I follow the big crime
cases. They fascinate me.

And when Dr. Jack Gramm
takes the stand...

You come up with
things I didn't think of.

Yeah, this here,
this is just a job until...

Until you pass your
police entrance exam.

See? How did
you know that?

Just a guess.

That's the thing about you. You know how
to put two plus two and you make it four.

Or five.

Third time's a charm though.

I'm not gonna be a campus cop
to a bunch of snot-nosed rich kids.

Especially these rich bitches.
They don't...

For the record, my car was
vandalized. The windows were smashed.

Did a number on the body.
Look into it.

Dr. Gramm?

Dr. Gramm?

Hey, this is Johnny D'Franco, from Campus
Security. Can you get me Dean Johnson?

SHELLY: Jack Gramm Associates.

Yeah, Shelly.

Did you find Frank?

No, not yet. What
the hell is going on?

Well, I received
a threatening phone call

saying I have 88
minutes to live.

11:45 this morning,
and my time is up.

Pull out my risk
assessment file.

Anybody rating
eight and above,

I want you to cross-reference
against Forster.

And when you find Frank,

ask him if Sara Pollard or any of my
students ever visited Forster in prison.

Who's Sara Pollard?

She's the girl I met
at the party last night.

Call Warden Eaton, and have him
make a list of all the phone numbers

Forster called in
the last 72 hours.

Where should
I fax the list?

My apartment.
And run a check on Kim.

Kim?

Yeah, just do it, okay?
Hello.

(STATIC ON PHONE)
Jack.

Damn it.
The car is out front.

Drives great.
Oh, good.

Are you okay? You
look a little freaked out.

Yeah. You have a
battery for your phone?

Yeah, I do.

What the hell is this?
What are you doing?

God damn it,
what is this?

What are you doing with
a gun in your purse?

Jesus, why don't you just
announce it to the world?

I don't think they heard you
in the English department.

Why the gun, Kim?

For protection.

Where did you get it? |
have a permit. My dad's a cop.

Why do you need a gun?

I don't.
My dad thinks I do.

Why?

I have a crazy
ex-boyfriend, okay, Jack?

Oh, Jesus. God.

Yeah. I really know
how to pick them or what?

The judge says if he threatens
anyone, he goes back to jail.

Back to jail?
What jail?

Prison, actually.
Walla Walla.

That's where Forster is.

Come on, let's go.

Special Agent Parks.

Frank, it's Jack.

I'm at the university campus.
We got a problem here.

Someone attacked
one of my students

and tried to knock
her out with halothane.

FRANK: Well, that's
the Seattle Slayer's MO.

I know, hold on.
Give me a second.

Yeah.

There's a security guard on this
campus, his name is D'Franco.

I don't like him.
He's suspicious.

I want you to take him
in for questioning, okay?

Also get a warrant
and search his place.

Jesus Christ, Jack.

You know I can't just get a
warrant without sufficient grounds.

Just get a warrant, Frank.
Come on.

Do you think he's the Slayer?

The link to Forster
on the outside?

It's possible.

Listen, I checked the names that
Shelly gave me of your students.

And there's no record of Lauren
Douglas, Kim Whitman, or Sara Pollard,

but you're gonna love this.

Mike Stempt, he visited Forster
four times over the last six weeks.

Mike Stempt.
What was his reason?

FRANK: Research.
He had written permission.

No, no, no, no. I didn't give him
any permission, written or otherwise.

Well, it's your signature,
Jack. I got a copy of it right here.

Hold on. That ex... Hold on a
second. That ex-boyfriend of yours.

What's his name?

Guy LaForge.

Run a check on a parolee
named Guy LaForge,

served time at
Walla Walla with Forster.

And I will call you back
when I get to my apartment.

All right.

You think D'Franco's
working with Forster?

JACK: Well, someone is.

I got Dean Johnson.

Yeah.

They found a backpack
in your lecture hall.

Well, was a bomb in there?

No. A photo of dynamite, and a
timer with a note addressed to you.

What did it say?

"Tick-tock."

What does it mean, Jack?

I'll call you back.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

What the hell was that?

JACK: Probably someone
trying to scare us.

Who do you think would
do something like that?

Does your boyfriend
drive a motorcycle?

Yeah.

Except he's not my
boyfriend anymore.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

DISTORTED VOICE: How does it feel to
know you won't live through another night?

Fifty-six minutes.
Tick-tock, Doc.

Let's go.

Guy LaForge.

He isn't a boyfriend,
is he?

The only thing that got me out of
West Texas was my book smarts,

and when I left for college, I had
that. But I didn't have much else.

So I tried to fit in.
I drank too much,

thought too little.

And I met Guy.

And he was this English
working class rock star wannabe,

and I fell for him.

And I married him
when I graduated.

He didn't take too well to my
aspirations for higher education.

In fact, he didn't really
want me to leave the house.

And when I disobeyed,
he got filthy drunk

and he beat me
black and blue.

That's when he got arrested
and I divorced him.

I've been trying to make up
for lost time ever since.

You know, Forster's
trying to kill me.

Forster's in prison.

Yeah, I know. He's got somebody
on the outside trying to do the job.

He's gonna kill me.

If I don't
get him first.

Whoever is working with Forster
must be close to you, a friend even.

I don't have
many friends.

(LAUGHING)
Now, that's a plus.

Yeah, it's a real pleasure to look at
everyone you know as your would-be murderer.

Paranoia is a normal
state of mind, huh?

Where's Earl?

I don't know. I'm a temp.
The agency sent me.

Dr. Gramm?

There's a package for you.

How did you
know my name?

I don't.
It was a question.

Yeah?

There's no return
address on this?

No.

Well, who delivered it?

A courier.

But there was another person
here at the same time looking for you.

Who? What was his name?

No, I didn't get it.

Well, he walked in when I was
on the phone with the plumber.

He said he'd be right back.

Okay.

You want me to pull
surveillance tapes for you?

It shouldn't take more than an hour
to get somebody up here with the keys.

No?
I don't have an hour.

Hey, you know, he was also wearing
leathers. He had a motorcycle helmet.

That's Guy.
He was here.

If he comes back, don't
send him up to my apartment.

Yeah.

Hi, Dr. Gramm.
Hi, Hilda.

KIM: How did Guy know
you were going to be here?

How does he even
know where you live?

Oh, Walther P99.

That'll blow a hole
through any theory.

What? I grew up
around guns.

Maybe he didn't know I was gonna be
here, maybe that's why he showed up.

I better find out where he
went after the party last night.

There's a Lauren Douglas to
see you. Should I send her up?

Okay, send her up.

He got that right,
didn't he?

Hey, what's that?

This?
Yeah.

It's a chemical detector.

It sniffs out vapors.

Customs agents use them.

And?

Not a bomb.

That's good.

Yeah.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Hi.

You're okay?

Yeah. I'm better,
thank you.

What do you have?

I went to see
Shelly like you said,

and she tried to fax you Over some
papers, but the machine was down.

So I said I'd bring the risk
assessment profiles over myself.

I didn't know
you had company.

Dale told me how good you
were with her when her dad died.

She was so grateful.

Dr. Gramm?

Yeah?

If there's anything I can do to
help you find Dale's murderer,

will you let me know?

Of course, yes.
Thank you.

Can I call you
a cab or something?

No, Mike's gonna
give me a ride. Okay.

Thanks for these, Lauren.

Bye.

All those people
have threatened you?

Well, you know,
it comes with the territory.

How come you never
mention that in class?

How many students wind up
going into this field anyway?

Not very many, with
you booting all of them.

Yeah.

Can I ask you
a personal question?

No.

How come you
never got married?

I mean, you're
a pretty good prospect.

You obviously make
a shitload of money.

Why would I get married? I mean,
I'm a target for any nut with a grudge.

I can't afford
emotional attachments.

Yeah, but don't you want
kids? Don't you want a family?

I'm too old for kids.

You're too young
for me, Kim.

(STATIC ON TAPE RECORDING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.
Jack, it's Shelly.

What the hell happened
to you? Where you been?

Making calls for you on four lines
simultaneously. The fax is down.

I know, Lauren Douglas came over
and brought some papers with her.

Jack, you better
turn on MSNBC.

Why?

Forster got a judge to grant
his request for an interview.

He's on live.

This is gonna heat things up with
the state pending, don't you think?

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

Shelly, listen to me.

I want you to send some of the
boys over to my apartment, all right?

There may be someone down in my lobby in
biker leathers when they get there, okay?

SHELLY: You got a name?

Yes, his name
is Guy LaForge.

Put a photo out on
the FBI wire, okay?

INTERVIEWER: If you're not
granted another stay of execution,

are you prepared to die?

You want me to
call the police?

No, no, let Frank handle
it. He'll know what to do.

I mean, as prepared as a man can
be for something that he didn't do.

Listen, you didn't messenger over a
package to my apartment, did you?

No.

There's a lot of people out there
that believe in your innocence.

And I'm grateful.

You know anyone who
might have? SHELLY: No.

Thankful for their prayers...

SHELLY: Everything goes
through your office.

...and support.

What about Sara Pollard?
You find anything out?

You didn't actually
pay her, did you, Jack?

Pay her,
what do you mean?

She works for
an escort service.

Escort service?

You didn't know?

No, I didn't know.

What? I mean, she told me she
was a lawyer. A student lawyer.

INTERVIEWER: What are
your thoughts at this time?

JON: Well, Stephanie, that's
one thing I don't have a lot of...

You got a number for her?

SHELLY: Yeah, a phone number
and address.

Well, I know the address.
Let me have the number.

INTERVIEWER: If Dr. Gramm
were with us right now,

what would you say to him?

SHELLY: 555-1352.

JON: Well, he knows
that I didn't do this.

There's only one...
Thanks.

...other person in this world
who knows that I've been framed,

been railroaded, set up,

that I am totally innocent.

And that is renowned forensic
psychiatrist, Dr. Jack Gramm.

So if you asked me what would I
say to Jack Gramm? I'd say, "Why me?”

I mean, I understand you
suffered a great loss with your sister.

I feel your pain, Dr. Gramm.

Pick up, damn it.

But that does not exonerate you
from falsely accusing me of things

that you know that I did not,
could not have done.

Pick up, Sara.

I mean, if I can be convicted
of this voodoo forensic science,

think about it
who's safe?

Shelly? Shelly?

I want you to get me MSNBC. |
want to talk to that son of bitch.

...nor will I be the last.

Jack, I really don't
think that's a good idea.

It's a good idea. Just get him, and
when you get him, call me back. Okay?

But I find it hard to believe that
Dr. Jack Gramm can be out there,

psycho-babbling innocent
people into the death chamber.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Who's the murderer now, Jack?

Yeah?

Who's the murderer now?

FRANK: Jack?

Yeah, we got
D'Franco in custody.

I got the warrant.

The guys are on their way
over to his place right now.

Did he say
anything about Forster?

Quite a bit,
but nothing useful.

What about Guy LaForge?

He hasn't checked in with
his parole officer in six weeks.

Well, he was at my apartment
building less than an hour ago,

and he said
he's coming back.

Listen, Frank. I got a call a little while
ago saying I have 88 minutes to live.

Jesus, Jack.
Why 88 minutes?

I don't know.

You got any idea
who this caller is?

You better find Guy LaForge
before he gets here, okay?

Listen, let me call you back.

Jack?

Shit.

(STATIC ON TAPE RECORDING)

KATE: Mom? Dad?

Jack?

There's someone here.
And he wants to talk to you.

Where are you?
Please come home quickly!

I'm scared of the man.

Is that what you
wanted me to say?

(LOUD CLATTERING)

Jack, come here now!
Help me! Help me!

(KATE SCREAMING)

Jack, what is that?

My sister.

Oh, my God.

That's horrible. Who
would send that to you?

There's only two copies
of this tape in the world.

One is

locked up in the custody
of the NYPD. And the other

is in a restricted access room
in my office file cabinet

with the highest
security measures.

So you think
it was stolen?

Of course
it was stolen.

Do you think
I stole it?

You think I stole it?

You left the bar
last night with Dale.

You were one of the last people
to see her alive. Maybe the last.

Jack, you think I stole
the tape and killed Dale?

Have you lost your mind?

I don't have clearance to
your restricted access room.

Why was Guy LaForge
at the bar last night?

KIM: He was trying
to protect me.

JACK: From what?

From you.

From me?
He knows about me?

Yes. What does he know about me?

He knows I have a silly
girlish crush on you.

Jack, hold on a second. I just got an
email back from Mike Stempt, okay?

He saw Guy at
Darby's Club last night.

When Mike left at 3:00 a.m.,
Guy was still sitting there,

and the bouncer
booted him at 6:00 a.m.

So there's no way that Guy
could have killed Dale Morris.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

DISTORTED VOICE: Did you
listen to the tape, Dr. Gramm?

Why'd you leave
little Katie all alone?

Why, Dr. Gramm?

She'd still be alive today, if
you hadn't left her all alone to die.

Now it's your turn.
In a blaze of glory.

Tick-tock, Doc.
Thirty-seven minutes.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Hey, Jack,
I got MSNBC on the line.

They'll patch you
through to the prison.

You sure you wanna do this?

Shelly, there's been a breach in
my place in my most secure area.

Did you ever give anyone
clearance to go into my secure files?

Jack, what are you saying?

Did you ever let an unauthorized
person into my secure files area?

No, never.
To anyone. Ever.

Okay.

Put me through to MSNBC.

(DIALING)

Frank?
Yeah.

Yeah, you'd better
turn on MSNBC.

They've granted
Forster a live interview.

I can't, Jack,
I'm in the car.

JACK: It's all right, they simulcast.
You can just turn on 750 AM.

I'm phoning in.

Now, wait a second. You think that's such
a good idea, with all the court actions?

I think he's
behind everything.

I think he's behind the
phone calls and the threats.

I'm gonna try to get inside
his head. Make him crack.

Okay? You wanna stay
on the line, please?

WOMAN: Dr. Gramm?
Yeah.

You're on the air.
Good.

I'm being told that we have
Dr. Jack Gramm joining us by phone.

Dr. Gramm,
are you there?

I'm here.

Have you been
watching the interview?

Is that what
you call it?

What would you call it?

I don't know, I don't call it an
interview. I'd call it entertainment.

I call it
a performance, maybe.

Well, you must have something to
say, or you wouldn't have called in.

Yeah, I think it's very interesting
that Forster talks about forgiveness.

I mean, I just want him to know
that his victims have not forgiven him.

Look, you lied under oath,
Dr. Gramm, and you know it.

This is not about me.

This is about the women you
raped and tortured and murdered.

Women like Joanie Cates.

I had nothing to do with
her death and you know it.

Nothing to do
with her death?

There was an eyewitness, her
twin sister, who identified you.

She was at the scene
and identified you!

She was drugged
and beaten so badly,

she said that she
couldn't be sure, but you...

You berated her
until she said it was me.

Interesting you didn't
say you were innocent.

I had nothing to do with
the death and you know it.

No, I don't.
I know you were convicted.

I know you were
convicted by a jury.

You were tried and convicted,
that's what I know.

Tried? That wasn't a trial,
that was an inquisition,

and the jury
believed your lies.

You had to cause pain and suffering
and death, just so you could feel alive.

Wait a second. Pain and suffering is
something you forensics know how to inflict.

I mean, even your idol, Ted Bundy,
ultimately, identified his victims.

How about it, man? Identify
your victims. How about it?

The bodies of Terry Hines,
Alicia Smith,

Samantha Greene.
Where are they, man?

Come on, where are they? Give
these people's families closure, man!

Give them closure. You're
on national television now!

Millions of people are
watching you. Come on!

How about your colleague in
London, in the Clark case, huh?

Putting away an innocent mother
for murdering her baby? Well done!

(JON CLAPS HANDS)

Well done, Doctor. You must be so proud
to be part of such an elite fraternity.

Fortunately for her,
her conviction was overturned

when the doctor's testimony
turned out to be patently absurd.

Quack, quack, Dr. Gramm.
You know what?

Why don't you take a good look
at your watch? A good look.

Now, imagine what it would be like to
be minutes away from your own death.

To hear the ticking of a clock and know that
your time on Earth is drawing to a close.

Thank you.

RECEPTIONIST: There's another package
for you, Dr. Gramm. Should I send it up?

This, just in. A three-judge
panel of the Ninth Circuit

has just granted Jon Forster
a stay of execution.

What?

Are you serious?

You hear that, Frank?

Yeah, I heard.
Forster got the stay.

I got him going, though,
didn't 1? No cigar.

Why did you send me
on a wild goose chase, Jack?

What do you mean,
wild goose chase?

D'Franco, he's not a serial
killer. He's a serial groupie.

So he's a groupie, so what?
What's the big deal?

I just got a call from Jeremy Guber
from the Attorney General's office.

You're wanted for questioning
in the murder of Dale Morris.

What? What are you
talking about?

They've found physical evidence at
her apartment that implicates you, Jack.

What evidence?

Jack, you know
I can't say.

What do you mean, you can't
say? What does that mean?

Frank?

RECEPTIONIST: There's someone
to see you, Dr. Gramm.

Hey, mister,
you can't go up there.

You told the doorman
not to let anyone up.

It's all right, don't worry.
Don't worry, no one's getting in.

(BEEPING)

The State Attorney General has just
announced that he is appealing the stay

to the State
Supreme Court immediately.

Jack, look.

We'll keep you informed
of further developments.

(KNOCKING)

JACK: It's your boyfriend.

GUY: Let Kim go.

I know this man and I
know he's not gonna hurt me.

I have to open the door.

Well, do it quick 'cause
we're smoking up here.

GUY: Kim!

Guy, there's no problem here.
Put down the gun. I'm fine.

(GUN FIRES)

(SCREAMS)

Guy's been shot, no!

On the roof, there's a fire escape,
okay? When I say go, follow me.

Okay.

(GUN FIRING CONTINUES)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Do you think he's dead?

I don't know.
It doesn't look good.

We should go
back up there.

I gotta go back up
there and help him.

No, you can't go up there.
Man.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? SHELLY: Jack,
I need to talk to you.

I need a few minutes
to clarify something.

Shelly, I can't talk now.

I'll talk to you when I get
to Sara Pollard's apartment.

(COUGHING)

Mrs. Lowinsky.
You okay?

I'm just a little dizzy.

Okay.

(MRS. LOWINSKY COUGHING)

We found the source. We got
an incendiary device with a timer.

Get a bomb squad in there in
case there's a second one. Go.

(COUGHING)

Get her some oxygen.

All right.
We got her, sir.

Let's get her outside.

Easy, ma'am,
you're gonna be all right.

Jack, I don't see the
shooter out here, do you?

Jack...
He's got a gun!

WOMAN: Where?

JACK: Where the hell is he?
Where?

Jack!

MAN: Get down!

Kim!
MAN: Keep moving!

Kim, where are you?

(FIRE ENGINE HONKING)

(FIRE ENGINE HONKING)

MAN: Go, go, go!
People, get back!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna live.

Here, let's go.

Where are we going?

Sara Pollard's house.

The girl I was
with last night.

That's funny.
It worked in the garage.

Why did you do that?

I don't know.
I had a feeling...

JACK: You okay?

KIM: What next?

I don't know.

Okay, let's get
out of here.

Okay.

That your cab, driver?
Yeah.

Okay. I'll give you 100 bucks, you let
me drive it. I'm just going across town.

Hundred bucks?

Hundred bucks plus tip.
How's that?

All right.

KIM: I cannot believe it.

Guy's dead.
He is. He's dead.

Shit.

You have nothing
to say, huh?

It's just another day
in the life of Jack Gramm.

(GROANING)

KIM: Was I actually fooling myself into
thinking I could have a relationship with you?

I'm a doctoral student in
behavioral science, for God's sake.

I ought to have enough common
sense to figure this out.

I mean, what was I thinking?

Okay.

Would you wait outside
the cab for a minute?

You bet.
Thanks.

You asked me
about my kid sister.

Okay.
It was a long time ago.

She was staying at my
apartment in New York City.

She was 12, I was 28.

And I was late for a meeting,
a very important meeting,

a meeting that was
gonna change my life.

It was gonna make me
into somebody important,

make all my
dreams come true.

So I went to this meeting
on my dissertation,

and I left her
there by herself.

Now I could have
taken her with me,

I could have left
her with friends,

I could have
postponed the meeting.

But I chose not to,
because I was in a hurry.

Anyway, I left her
there alone.

At the time,
I was working on a case.

This guy had
strangled six women.

We were very
close to nailing him.

He was upset and he
wanted to get back at me.

So he came to my apartment,
only I wasn't there.

At that time, I wasn't as
concerned with security.

I was careless,

so he broke the door
down and he went in,

and did things
to my baby sister.

Katherine was her name.
Katie.

He did things
that you wouldn't do

to an animal that
was bred for slaughter.

Anyway,

when they caught him,
he laughed,

and said

it took him 88 minutes.

It took him 88 minutes
to hack my sister to bits.

Jack.

He is in prison now,

coming up for his
fifth parole hearing.

I left New York.

Left all that behind me
and came here to Seattle.

You know, it seemed
the perfect place,

in some far-off corner
of the continental USA,

to see if I have
a second act in me.

Whoever stole that tape

knows the meaning
of 88 minutes.

Is that enough?

(SNIFFLES)

Okay, let's go.

If Sara's not home, we
don't have a search warrant.

Well, we don't
need a search warrant.

We're not gonna
arrest anybody.

We're just
breaking and entering.

Not a good sign.

Don't say I never
gave you anything.

This looks familiar.
When did you take it?

Guess it doesn't matter,
does it?

It just might.

Okay, check it out.
That way.

Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

What is it?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

(KIM WHIMPERS)

Okay, Kim.
Calm down. All right.

Oh, my God.
She's dead. She's dead.

KIM: What kind of twisted
mind could do that?

(KIM SOBBING)

Who could torture
somebody like that?

Just breathe,
just breathe, just breathe.

I'm all right. Okay.

Breathe, breathe.
Breathe.

Oh, God.

Get control, get control.
Okay.

KIM: I'm in control.

Okay, you're in control?

Yeah.

Okay, good. Let me
show you something.

Okay.

That's my signature.

Forged.
Credit card receipt.

This whole place is
filled with my DNA.

Police are gonna come here,
they're gonna know I was with Sara,

and they're gonna
think I killed her.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Your phone. Answer it.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Jack?
Carol?

Carol?

Did you hear the tape of your
sister's 88 minutes of suffering?

I sent it to your apartment.

What are you saying, Carol?
What is this?

The Porsche was
a close call.

I called Frank and told him you
murdered Sara after you killed Dale.

You thought you
were so smart.

Invincible and unbeatable.

Jon Forster's given you a death
sentence and he's about to be freed.

How ironic.

You've got 18 minutes left.

Meet me at your
office alone.

Tick-tock.

What is it?

It's Carol.

She wants me to meet her
at the university at my office.

Let's go.

Come on.
Okay.

Shelly, what the hell
are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

That poor girl.
That poor, poor girl.

(SHELLY GASPING)

It was me.
Sit, sit.

It was me.
Shelly. Just calm down.

I broke the
security protocol.

Why?

Well, about six weeks ago,

I had a drink in your office
with a student of yours.

A couple of drinks,
actually.

And she made an advance,

and it was late,

but the office was jammed
with people working still.

And when we woke up, she'd
left. She didn't have a briefcase,

she had nothing that she
could put the tape in, but...

But somebody else must
have. Somebody else did.

While we were
sleeping probably.

Who was this girl?
What was her name?

It was Lauren.
Lauren Douglas.

And here is the...

Here's a picture from
the security camera.

This is the person that must
have rifled through my files

and found the combination
to your vault and took the tape.

This is not a person, Shelly.
It's a hat and a coat.

And this is the
photo ID of everyone

that's visited Forster
in the last month.

(SOBBING)

Can you ever
forgive me?

If I can't forgive you,
Shelly, I don't deserve you.

Understand?

Okay.

I want you to call Carol.
Patch her through to me.

Okay? Come on.
Okay.

Kim?

Kim?

Hi, could you transfer me to
Dean Johnson's office please?

Kim?

Kim?

Kim?

Where are you going
in such a hurry, Jack?

Something upstairs
you don't want me to see?

There's a woman named
Sara Pollard upstairs very dead.

You can see her
if you like.

Look, I'm a straight
shooter, right, Jack?

Yeah.

And you would never
screw me over, right?

Oh, come on.

Then why are your fingerprints
all over Dale Morris' apartment?

They are?
Yeah.

And you were right about the
halothane in her bloodstream.

But what you failed
to mention is the fact

that it's your semen
in her vaginal cavity.

JACK: Okay.

Is your semen in
Sara Pollard as well?

Where the hell are you
going with this, Frank?

Can't you see
this is a frame?

Forster is coordinating this whole
thing from prison. Can't you see that?

Yeah, right.
Well, is it Forster's semen

in Sara Pollard,
or is it yours, Jack?

Somebody hired Sara Pollard to
be with me last night, then killed her.

Took my semen,
deposited it into Dale Morris.

Do you have any idea
how absurd that sounds?

No, it's not absurd.

I don't have time
to explain, Frank.

Carol isn't answering.

What? What?

Carol isn't answering.

Get the names of all the women
lawyers who work for Forster.

I want their
names and ages.

Look, I know how
you operate, Jack.

What the hell
are you doing?

I know how you use people.
It's no secret you're a womanizer.

You drink too much.

How do I know that you haven't
gone completely over the edge?

Oh, man,
I can't believe it!

How the hell do I know what
you're capable of doing anymore?

What did I do, Frank?
Did I send myself a tape?

Did I blow up my car? Did
I set my apartment on fire?

Did I fire bullets
at myself?

For God's sakes, Frank,
will you wake up?

What the hell are you...
What are you doing?

Look, I have no idea
who you are anymore, Jack.

You don't?

I've got Gramm.

No, you're not gonna do
this. I'm bringing him in.

Frank. Frank. Just give
me some time, okay?

Just give me some time.
I can untangle this. Okay?

Just give me...
Here, give me some time.

Don't move or I will blow
your fucking head off.

Don't point
a gun at me, Frank.

Don't point a gun at me.
Please.

I wanted to sync up
our watches, that's all.

All right, Jack.

What do you need?

I need time. I need 10 minutes.
Okay? Here, let's sync up now.

At 11:40, meet me at
my office at the university.

Kim? What happened?

I know you're only
trying to help me,

but don't go to my
office on campus.

You understand?
It's dangerous.

Don't be a hero.

When you get this message,
you call me back ASAP.

You understand? It's Jack.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

SHELLY: Still no answer
in Dean Johnson's office.

(PHONE BEEPS)
Hold on. Yeah.

KIM: Jack?
Kim, whatever you do,

do not go to my office on the
campus. Do you understand?

You have 14 minutes.

What?

It was me, Jack.
I set you up.

(SNIFFLES)

I had a computer dialing service
call you at prearranged times

using an
electronically altered voice.

Kim, this is no
time to joke.

Meet me in your
office in 10 minutes, Jack.

11:40. Don't be late.

Kim?

Kim!

(CARS HONKING)

Oh, shit.

Man.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

SHELLY: Hey, Jack, I got the names
of those women on Forster's legal team.

There were three.

Hannah Baker, 53,
Rosanne Caputo, 47, and...

Lydia Doherty, 28.

And Lydia Doherty, 28.
How'd you know?

"Cause her name's on the
sign-in sheet you gave me.

I want you to do
a search on Lydia Doherty.

I want you to get
all the information you can.

Fax it to my office on
campus. Okay? Do it now.

Hey, another 100
bucks and I'll wait.

What the hell
are you doing here?

This is Lauren Douglas' bag.

It was stolen today.
I found it in your desk.

Halothane.
What's it doing here?

What are you
doing here?

Is this what you used
to kill Dale and Sara?

Or do you have no
idea about this, too?

Oh, sure, I do.

I left all that stuff here in my desk
so you'd come along and find it.

You convinced the jury
Forster was guilty.

How do I know you didn't
Kill those women, too?

Who sent you here?

Yeah. I'd like to report a
suspect in the Seattle Slayer case.

What the...
Dr. Jack Gramm.

Give me that damn phone! What
the hell's the matter with you?

Who sent you here?

What, you think I'm too
dumb to figure it out for myself?

Yes, I do.

Because whoever sent you here is
deeply involved in the Slayer Killings.

Lydia Doherty.

Lydia Doherty.

Who the hell is that?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

KIM: Come to the
Stern Building now.

Corner office,
seventh floor.

Alone.

You have five minutes, Jack.

What are you doing?
I'm not moving.

I don't have time
to explain this.

Get away from the door.
Come on!

You're gonna shoot me?

Yeah.

I'm a bad shot.

Frank, when you
get this message,

I'm gonna be at the Stern
Building on the seventh floor.

Get there as soon as you can.

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

Punctual, Dr. Gramm.

I'm gonna give
you a B+ for effort.

JACK: Yeah.

Dean Johnson is indisposed, but
I'm sure she'd say hello, if she could.

As for your heroic friend, Kim,
she didn't quite make the grade.

JACK: Lydia.
You got the name right.

Lydia Doherty.
Copycat murderer.

God, I wish Forster
could see your face.

You look so
totally clueless.

I hope that's not
a gun you're holding.

Is that a gun,
Dr. Gramm?

What do you want?

Is that a gun?

(CAROL GASPING)

I have a gun.

Then do this,

put it on the floor,
slide it to me.

To me.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna slide it.

(KIM SCREAMS)

One more time,
slide it to me.

Slowly.

And move back.

Better.

(DIALING)

I'd like to talk to
Jon Forster, please.

This is his appeals attorney,
Lydia Doherty.

They monitor his calls,
you know.

You're gonna implicate him.

The brilliant Dr. Gramm's
latest psycho gambit, is that it?

LYDIA: I'm sorry for all the
trouble I caused, Dr. Gramm.

You know that I did,
Dr. Gramm, with honours.

Dale told me how good you
were with her when her dad died.

She was so grateful.

But despite the fact that
insanity is a legal concept,

it doesn't mean that
someone's not sick.

Have him call me
on my cell.

He knows the number.

What do you want?

How about we start
with a confession?

I confess.

To what?

To what? To
everything. Whatever.

I confess.

I want you to speak clearly
and I want the truth.

Where do I start?

Janie Cates.

Janie Cates?
I coached...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Shut it off.

Shut it off.
I am.

Go again.
Okay.

I coached Janie Cates.

In what trial?

I coached Janie Cates
in Jon Forster's trial.

I coached her.
She perjured herself.

I gave false testimony.

And Jon Forster
was convicted.

Based on
unlawful testimony.

Based on
unlawful testimony.

Feel good?

What are you doing?
Are you assessing me?

(LAUGHING)

Are you looking for
a weakness, Dr. Gramm?

I'm just wondering

what's next.

Aren't you gonna
offer to make me a deal?

Sacrifice yourself
for Kim and Carol?

Be the hero.

Well, that wouldn't
fly now, would it?

I'd offer it,
but it wouldn't fly.

Rejected. Do you
have any other moves?

Or are you spent
so quickly?

I could move my eyes like
this, just look behind you.

See that there's someone there
with a gun pointed at your head.

(LAUGHING)

Uh-huh.

How much time
I got left?

You have about a minute.

Jack.

Enough time for
your last words.

I'm not gonna
deny you those.

Uh...

All this torture, all this
torment, for an infatuation?

It's not infatuation,
don't demean me.

Well, if it's not an
infatuation, what is it?

(CAROL SCREAMING)

Stop, please!

Jack, help.

I went to great
lengths to pull this off.

Jon really appreciates
the quality of my work.

Timing the phone calls,

perfecting the ropes and pulleys,
implicating everyone close to you.

Coaching Carol and Kim.

All the while
staying invisible.

KIM: It was me, Jack.
I set you up.

You know what |
don't understand?

How, in God's name, does
anybody give up their free will?

How you do that?

Forty-five seconds.

I saw you. You came to
my class. I remember you.

You were intelligent.
An individual.

You challenged things. You
challenged me. You challenged ideas.

You were your own person.

How could you ever,
ever allow yourself

to be so manipulated
by this guy?

LYDIA: 30 seconds.

Are you gonna take
the fall for this guy?

If that's what he wants,
so be it.

You see, Jack-0,

I'm a true believer.

Well, then you'd better
believe that there's an FBI agent

with a gun pointed right at
your head at this moment.

Believe it.

No more kidding.

Believe.

Believe it.

I believe your
time's up, Dr. Gramm.

God.

Jack!

CAROL: Jack, help.

CAROL: Jack!

God!

Jack, help!

Jack, help!

FRANK: Again!

I got you. Good.

FRANK: It's okay.
It's okay, sweetheart.

FRANK: Requesting
immediate EMT help.

At the UNW campus.
Stern Building, stat.

I repeat. Immediate emergency
medical technicians, stat.

Multiple stab wounds.

There you go.
There you go.

It's okay.
Now don't move.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

Yeah, this is Officer Finnegan from
the State Penitentiary at Walla Walla.

I'm placing a call for Jon Forster
to his attorney Lydia Doherty.

Put him through.

OFFICER: Go ahead.

Lydia,

did you finish
with Gramm?

She's downstairs.

Gramm?

Put my attorney on
the phone, please.

She's indisposed.

Look, you are meddling in areas
you shouldn't be meddling in.

You seize on a naive junior
lawyer on your legal staff.

You realize that she's damaged
goods, psychologically impaired.

It's genius, isn't it?

Susceptible to your crap.
So what do you do?

You get her to kill people
for you, SO you can stay alive.

Now that's innovative legal
strategy, if I ever heard of it.

Now, Dr. Gramm, you flatter
me with your vivid imagination,

but you're
grasping at straws.

She becomes a student
of mine, no less.

You keep her out of the appeals
process, but she's still your lawyer,

so she has unlimited
access to you,

SO you can plan your
copycat murders together.

And then you can get a new
trial, and live happily ever after.

Isn't that the case?

Dr. Gramm, I want you
to listen very closely.

Because when |
get out of here,

I'm gonna go out, have a nice
hot meal, stop by your grave,

(WHISPERS) and then
piss all over it.

Now, please put my angel
attorney on the phone.

She's dead.

It's over, Forster.

Except for the clock that
goes tick-tock, tick-tock.

You got 12 hours to live.

KATE: Jack, look at me.
Look at the kite!

JANIE: I'm glad that my sister
Joanie hasn't been forgotten.

We did good, Janie.
We did good.