All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S03 E20 - Nostalgia (576p - DVDRip)

(I "A Perfect Day
Elise" by PJ Harvey)

Oh, crap.

Damn!

Is something wrong?

Eight, seven, six.

Five, four, three.

(dog barks)

- Bo?
- He's back.

Bo!

What you got, Bo? Come on, Bo.

(growls)

Keep away from him
when he's acting like that.

Yeah, Bo. What you got there?

You ever imagine you'd be
coming back here as an FBI agent?

Military dad. We moved
every year. My basic

assumption was I'd
never come back at all.

That's it. That's it.
That was our house.

- You wanna stop?
- No. No.

I think that was the perfect
amount of nostalgia for me.

Actually, that's not
true. I liked this place.

I really did.

So did my sister, Melissa.

That was before... You
know, when she was still alive.

Yeah.

It's hard to believe little
Tommy Briggs is sheriff now.

You were friends?

I think he had a crush on
me. He broke two of my fingers.

We haven't spoken since third
grade and now it's about this.

So?

- Who is she?
- We don't know yet.

That's the whole
reason I sent that foot to

the Bureau. I didn't
need a visit. Just an ID.

We didn't feel it
would be wise to wait.

Scratch marks on the tibia indicate
the amputation was postmortem.

Compression bruise and puncture
wound occurred before death.

From some kind
of metal restraint.

- What does that mean?
- Highly evolved ritual.

- In all likelihood, he's killed before.
- In his 30s. Intelligent.

He's employed. And a local.

Whoa...

You say he's done this before, but
we've never had anything like this.

Nothing.

How do you know the foot
didn't fall off a passing truck?

Well, it was buried shallow
enough for a dog to dig up.

In our experience that means
that the offender knew the area well.

Experience? You
see a lot of this?

The deceased was female, 16 to
23. Caucasian, five-five to five-eight.

Average weight,
type O positive blood.

Marijuana traces were
found in tissue samples.

The tattoo on her ankle may be the
Gator, mascot of Everglades University.

Less than a month old.
She was college age,

so we're polling tattoo
parlours near campus.

What do we do in the meantime?

We extracted sand
from one of the toenails.

It was a mixture of
commercially quarried sand

and river sediment.

Sounds like Alahela State Park.

Emma. This is Gerry
Neilson. Runs the place.

You've got questions,
he'll have the answers.

Gerry, this is Emma
Hollis and Frank Black.

Hi.

I'm havin' a hard time with
what Tom's tellin' me here.

We'll need any records you have.
People who paid parking fees, admissions.

The problem is that
we don't even officially

open until Memorial
Day, so I got nothin'.

The victim was
probably by herself.

The offender may have
approached her here.

It's a very popular place.

- I want this place cordoned off.
- What for?

He watched her from here. Became
aroused. There's genetic evidence.

I learnt to swim here.

The FBI told me, but
I didn't believe 'em.

- What?
- That you'd amaze me.

You and your partner.

I have to say, I don't like
what I'm hearing, though.

Welcome to the real world.

It's not the real world.

Not around here, it isn't.

(Frank) Emma, look at this.

New listing in missing persons.

Jan McCall, age 20.
Returning to Everglades

after Easter vacation
in Michigan with family.

(Hollis) Distinguishing marks -
alligator mascot tattoo, left ankle.

Damn.

Driving a red 1975 Datsun
2802, Michigan licence 879 GMH.

Found abandoned at
Dewey's Market ten days ago.

It came here late last week. Local
expired plates didn't match the VIN.

Was it in this condition?

Well, actually, we
sold the battery and the

radio. Took the seats
out. The usual stuff.

You need to check every car in this
yard, looking back however many years,

trying to find mismatches between
licence plates and ID numbers.

- Why?
- Because there may be others.

(Frank) It's not a sex offender.

It has to be law enforcement.

There.

- You got something?
- Yeah.

Gerry?

I'm sure we'll get a match for
the stains at the lifeguard station.

Yeah, well, I'm not so sure.
It sounds nothing like him.

And if you're saying he killed that
girl, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Believe me. I know the guy.

Yeah, I saw her at the lake.
She headed off south somewhere.

Your fingerprints were
on her car door, Gerry.

- That's what this is about? She's the one?
- What did they tell you?

That I'm a suspect. They
wanna search my house.

I've got nothin' to
hide, so I said fine.

I saw her drinking
beer down at the beach.

I wanted to make sure
that she could still drive,

so I went up to talk to her
when she went to leave.

This is crazy, Tom.

Hey! I want it noted that I'm allowing
you to search my house voluntarily.

It's noted.

I want an apology when this whole
thing is over with. This is complete BS!

He talked to the girl. That's
why his prints are on the door.

- That's what he says.
- Do you know what you're doing?

- Making allegations based on nothing.
- It's not nothing.

You're ruining a man here. He's
finished whether you find something or not.

We'll find something.

You'd better be right.

(phone rings)

Hollis.

Four?

Beginning when?

Send the photos
to us. Thank you.

My office matched four cars in
the wrecking yard to missing women.

- All in their 20s. All from out of state.
- Four?

Yeah. Over the past six years.

He'd never get away with that many
locals, so he preyed on outsiders.

You don't know
this guy. It's just...

just not possible.

Bedroom's clean. There's
nothing anywhere in the house.

Check outside.

- So what did you find?
- Nothing.

Nothing. Just like I said.

We'd like you to come
down to the station.

- You found nothing, so now I'm guilty?
- Simmer down. Everything will be OK.

This is wrong! Why aren't
you saying something?

Look.

Whatever questions you
have, you can ask here.

No questions. We
want a blood test.

For a DNA match with the semen
stains found at the lifeguard house.

That...

That has nothing
to do with anything.

What are you saying, Gerry?

Uh... Look...

In the wintertime,
the girls, they're...

they're all bundled
up like guys.

And...

this was the first warm
day of the year and

the girls were wearing
their summer clothes.

Are you enjoying this?

- No. Are you?
- Hey!

Look, I may live alone,
but I'm a regular guy.

No one saw and no one was hurt.
And I sure as hell didn't kill anybody!

Look, Tom, tell them. Tell them
I am not what they're saying!

I take care of people. I take care of
people. Especially people in my park.

Check it out. Check it out.
Everything has been fine.

In my eight years
there, there has not been

one serious accident
in my park. Check it out.

Thank you for your time.

That's it? You drag me through
this and it's "Thank you for your time"?

Tom, we'll need you.

Sorry about this, Gerry.

"Sorry"?

That's my ap0l09V7.

Damn you people!
Damn all you people!

Tom!

I'm trying to give you the benefit
of the doubt. For Emma's sake.

But you come storming in here
and start harassing this citizen.

Based on what?

He did it. I don't know
what you want me to tell you.

If you really believe that,
why is he out there free?

We're watching him. He
knows we're watching him.

For now, it's a stalemate.

Look.

We're probably looking
at half a dozen murders

dating back over the
same number of years.

He's gone undetected until now.
That speaks to the success of his MO.

His attitude right now
is cocky. He's certain.

He knows he's
covered his tracks well.

So then, what
are you lookin' for?

Something that might
have passed as an accident.

He's defensive about his park. If
you listen to the language, he's clear.

"There have been no serious
accidents in my park. Check it out."

He's talking about somewhere outside
his park. Possibly just near his park.

- Look, we're probably looking...
- Victims' photos arrived from Washington.

Pretty obvious fixation.

This one was first.

Disappeared late summer '93. Another
college-age girl passing through the state.

If she was ground zero, I
wanna know everything about her.

- Maybe she wasn't.
- Well, who, then?

- Her name was Liddy Hooper.
- There was no investigation?

Right.

She drowned.

Local girl. She was...

She was 24 when it happened.

To tell you the truth, when I saw
them fish her out, I wasn't that surprised.

Why?

The girl was... very liberated,
if you know what I mean.

Druggie. Kind of
a nut. She was...

She was pretty lit up the
night before we found her.

No autopsy?

I guess we're not as suspicious here
as people are in some other places.

The manifest says her
notebook should be in here.

If it's not, I don't
know where it is.

It's been six years.

I thought you said
all the victims were

from outta town, so
they wouldn't be missed.

Was Liddy Hooper missed?

So how can you be so sure?

I mean, that it wasn't
an accidental drowning.

The bruises on her feet
are identical to Jan McCall's.

We're gonna need
an exhumation order.

(559715)

(gasps)

(man) Whoa! Shut it
down! Shut it down!

What would you call this?

One of my deputies found this sitting
on the common-room table this morning.

Liddy Hooper's notebook.

Gerry Neilson's
name is in there.

But so is mine.

I know how that looks,
so I'm telling you upfront.

I don't suppose you'd also tell us
why her body wasn't in that casket?

Far as I know, she
was in there when we

buried her. And I don't
like the implication.

All of my cards
are on the table.

So you had a sexual
relationship with Liddy Hooper?

I wouldn't call
it a relationship.

And I wasn't the only one.

Like I said before, she...

she was kind of a nut.

She couldn't get enough, if
you wanna know the truth.

I mean, look at
that. She kept a list.

July 4th, 1993. Her
last day on earth.

What's Bar None?

It's a roadhouse,
just past city limits.

I'm goin' out there.
You can help Emma.

Do what?

The names in here. I
need to talk to them.

All of them.

Hi.

- What can I get you?
- Oh, nothing, thanks.

I'd like to ask you about Liddy
Hooper. My name is Frank Black.

- I'm investigating her death.
- Why? She drowned six years ago.

We think she was murdered.
She was here the night she died.

Anything you could remember
would help. Who she was with.

Liddy was never
really with anyone.

Well, I guess you could
say she was with everybody.

What's back there?

Private room. Everyone
likes to feel exclusive.

Did Liddy work this room?

Not pro, if that's
what you mean.

She was...

I don't really know
what she was.

And I don't feel really
right talking about her.

It's just gossip. It's not
like we were friends.

- Who were her friends?
- She had a thing for uniforms.

Cops. Firemen.

What about Gerry
Neilson? The park ranger.

No. I mean, he comes by, but
this isn't exactly his kind of place.

Do you know who
she left with that night?

Six years ago.

I'm sorry, it could
have been anyone.

OK, so my name's in that
book, along with everyone else.

Includin' you, Tom.

It was a long time ago.
I'm a married man now.

I just got my one-year
chip from AA, OK?

Why are you talking to him?

I'm asking the questions.

Tom.

You know anything, tell her.

That night, Liddy wanted
some prescription painkillers.

Migraine, she said.

I got her some
from the ambulance.

I felt pretty bad fishin' her out
of the reservoir the next day.

Did you have sex
with her that night?

No. The way I remember, she was foolin'
around with pretty well everyone but me.

What about Gerry
Neilson, the ranger?

What about him? I don't
even remember if he was there.

So she drowned more than two miles
upstream from where her car was found.

Right. It's... in my report.

No, Wayne.

It's not.

- Says right here.
- It says it was found at mile marker 27.1.

Which means nothing.

Does to anyone from around here.

Doesn't it, Tom?

Yeah.

It does.

(door closes)

(Wayne) Look, we've
fished bodies out before.

- Seems self-evident.
- How?

You tell me how an inebriated
woman abandoning her car

and staggering two miles
upstream is self-evident.

You never know
what a drunk will do.

(Gerry) I knew this
was gonna happen.

Yesterday you tell me I'm free to
go, today you're harassing me again.

We're not just
talking to you, Gerry.

And it's not about
the girl with the tattoo.

I wanna ask you
about Liddy Hooper.

She died six years ago.

Her body's missing from
her grave. Did you know that?

Why would I know that?

Just news seems to
travel quickly around here.

Is there anything you
can tell us about her?

I didn't know her very well. I
mean, comparatively speaking.

Really?

Because you had a number of dates
with her in the months before she died.

Nearly every Saturday.

"Eight o'clock, Gerry Neilson."

It was eight o'clock in the morning. They
were canoeing lessons. It wasn't a date.

You did it. Didn't you?
You killed all of 'em!

I didn't kill anybody.

You whack at yourself
in that little guard

shed and then you
head off... I believed you!

Get out of here now!

Let's continue.

See what you've done?
My life's ruined here.

And you've no right to hold me.

I won't tell!

Don't you dare let your
guilt ruin my investigation.

Blame it on that sack of
crap. My conscience is clear.

Yeah. That's why you
held back her notebook.

- I gave you her notebook.
- Six years too late.

I never thought she was
murdered. It seemed like an accident.

How hard did you
look, huh? How hard?

No autopsy. No inquiry. You looked
the other way to avoid embarrassment

because Liddy Hooper was a throwaway. That
let Gerry Neilson know, loud and clear:

"Hey, you wanna kill someone?
Just choose your victims carefully."

And here we are
with zip evidence,

six murders later.

I won't tell! I won't!

(mouths)

Lana, the girl at the bar, said
that you were in here earlier today.

- That's right.
- You asked her about me.

About a lot of people.

And she told you that there's no way I
could do what you're saying, didn't she?

Gerry, you asked to meet
me here. What do you want?

I want to let you know that there is no
way you're gonna push me outta my town.

I want these people
to know you found no

evidence in those cars.
No bodies, no nothin'!

You just keep turnin' people
against me. That's right.

- I'm the one who told you the truth.
- What happened?

What happened to Liddy Hooper?

You wanna know?
You really wanna know?

All right. Hey! OK! Now,
ain't that beautiful, huh?

I'm bettin' on this.

Well, yeah.

Well, this right
here. That's my bet.

Right, Liddy?

Lot of good that does me.

If I win, my wife's
in the next room.

If you win...
Liddy... does Gerry.

I'd like to see that. I'm in.

Lay off her, huh?

Why?

I mean it, Wayne.

Leave her alone.

That's what happened and not one of them
told you that. Not Tom, not Wayne, not Lee.

I told you that. I
told you the truth.

- You protected her.
- You ask them.

I believe you.

Did you ever see her again?

I found her later on. She was...

passed out in her car
on the side of the road.

Show me where.

Gerry, you may be the last
person that saw her alive.

Come on. It's important.

- This is where her car was abandoned?
- It wasn't abandoned when I came by.

She was still in it, leaning
on the steering wheel.

She was passed out?

Close enough.

What did she say?

Wanted to sleep it off
in the car, so I left her.

You can't help someone
who doesn't want it.

This is where the killer
made contact with her.

He saw her car stopped here.

Pulled to the side of the road.

Probably watched her a long time,
not sure at first what he was gonna do.

Just thinking how
vulnerable she was.

(Gerry) Nothin'
around for miles.

Must have figured out that he
could do whatever he wanted.

Anything at all.

No one here to stop him.

So he killed her.

No. That's not what he wanted.

- What, then?
- I can show you.

I've got a list of interviews
I'd like to do tomorrow.

I'd like to do
them in this order.

Look, Emma.

Hey. I should have ordered an autopsy
on Liddy Hooper. No question about it.

But I keep asking myself,

did I think it was a drowning?

And the answer is yes.

I mean, you come blastin' in here and
you see all kind of things that I missed.

OK, you were always
the smart one, but...

but you don't know everything.

Not if you think this was
some kind of cover-up.

I don't think it was a cover-up.

It's not that.

You've gotta understand
South Mills was home.

But you only lived
here two years.

I know.

I mean, it was the
last good place.

A year after we moved away,

my sister Melissa was murdered.

I'm sorry.

You know, coming
back here, this crime...

I'm just...

angry that it's no different here
than what I see everywhere else.

Do you like what you do?

What do you mean?

Just seems like...
kind of an odd life.

Lonely.

It could be, I guess, but...

I do have kind of a partner.

This guy Frank?

He's taught me so much.

You know, what
I've learned from him,

what I see...

It's just, "How do I
feel about it?" and "Do I

like what I do?" really
isn't that important.

This is it.

This is where he drowned her.

He passed these rings
many times before.

Thought about 'em.

He knew just what he was doing.

(screams)

I won't tell! I won't tell!
I promise! I won't tell!

She would have.

She would have told.

He must have hated her.

Maybe.

Maybe he was angry at her.

For what she allowed
herself to become.

You know, there's something I still don't
understand. Maybe you could help me.

What?

He mutilated the last
victim. Cut off her foot.

He carefully disposed
of four previous victims.

Then he left a foot,
for everybody to find.

Why would he do that?

After Liddy, I think he waited
for them to come and get him.

He thought that every
knock on the door

was the sheriff.

But he never came.

And one day he realised
that they weren't gonna come.

So he went on to do it again.

And again.

And they could have stopped
him. And they had a chance, but...

they didn't do anything.

I think he wanted them
to know what he had done.

What he carried around inside.
Because they never stopped him.

Show them, Gerry.

Show them where the bodies are.

You know, you called me.
Asked me to meet you at the bar.

We can do it
together. So they know.

Where are the bodies, Gerry?

Into the ground we commend the
earthly remains of Elizabeth Liddy Hooper.

A child of God whom we did not love as you
have asked during her short time on earth.

Our father, who alt in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be
done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

I know this town never was
what I thought it was, or...

what the people
here thought, but...

you know what it's like when you
go to a vacation spot that was sunny,

and suddenly it starts to rain, and you
feel like you brought the bad weather?

Do I know what that feels like?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

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