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(I "How Deep Is Your Love?" by the Bee Gees)
Hello, can I help you?
It's not personal, but you did open the door.
I beg your pardon?
Certain people will have to be sacrificed.
- I made a promise. - It's important to keep promises.
In fact, I think it's so important I want to volunteer as your next sacrifice.
Yes?
(woman screams)
- Hello, can I help you? - I'm looking for Catherine Black.
- She's working in Child Counselling. - 3B.
We've got multiple stab wounds, front and back. Doesn't look good.
She's crashing. Trauma room.
We need a second line in her. Let's intubate her. Now!
She's in EMD. Hypovolemic. Pour the fluids into her. Strap a CPR.
I've already got two lines in her. She's in defib.
Let's defib at 200. Give me a milligram of epi.
- OK, clear. - Clear.
Second charge at 300.
Clear.
She's gone. Time of death, 10.35pm.
I nearly blew a new hole in you, Frank.
- I'm sure he's here. - Johnson and Clark are on the third floor.
(rats squeaking)
(types)
- Honey? - Couldn't sleep.
Something affected you at the hospital. You want to talk about it?
Anne Rothenburg, 32.
Her husband found her when he came home from work.
He says some cash and some jewellery were missing.
- Probably surprised a burglar. - Similar MOs recently?
No, we've been on a hot streak.
No homicides at break-ins in two months.
Did the subject leave anything, anything at the scene?
- Anything, like...? - Like anything.
No, but if any like-anythings turn up, you'll be the first person I'll call.
(sports commentary on TV)
- Anything else? - I was never a religious person.
- But I've been troubled by what I've done. - You need some help finding something?
- Do you know why I'm here? - Certain people have to be sacrificed.
Then you understand. You accept this.
God says if you're repentant you'll be forgiven.
You've made your peace. I must make mine.
Anything else?
Well, our streak is over. This came in just a couple of hours ago.
It's probably not connected to Rothenburg.
Different weapon, circumstances, totally incompatible MOs,
but there's just something weird about this I wanted you to look at. Listen.
I was never a religious person. But We been troubled by what We done.
- 75 cents. - Do you know why I'm here?
I don't know, a good time? I got a special on malt liquor in the back.
(Frank) Certain people have to be sacrificed.
Then you understand. You accept this.
God says if you're repentant that you'll be forgiven.
I've made my peace, now you must do your duty.
What the hell are you talking about?
The bastard didn't even ask him for the money before he killed him.
He gave his permission.
Let it run.
An anything.
(police radio)
I'd like to examine the Rothenburg crime scene.
Forensics have been through this place. They didn't find anything.
Mr Rothenburg spent all night cleaning up.
In his state of mind, he might have destroyed
the evidence and not even remembered.
Why is it so important we find this card?
If these two murders are related, we've got the surveillance camera footage.
We should be with a sketch artist building a composite instead of this.
Something I need to know.
You found it.
Is it a jack of spades?
I can't. I can't do it, Bletch.
- He always kills in pairs. - You know this guy?
20 years ago...
I was almost the second of a pair.
Richard Alan Hance, born February 17th 1953 to a Josephine Hance. Father unknown.
When he was six, he was sent into foster care,
where for the next ten years he lived with nine different families.
In the county's social-welfare parlance, he was labelled irredeemable.
At 17, he was sent to live with his grandparents on a farm in Montana,
self-sufficient people living in rural isolation.
Six months after Richard Hance moved in,
his grandparents' decomposing bodies surfaced on Flathead Lake.
Murder charges were dropped for lack of evidence.
Hance was encouraged to join the military. Did two tours in Vietnam.
Discharged in 1977.
That same year, on the outskirts of Tacoma,
Sandra Bishop's body was found dead at her house,
apparently from surprising a robber.
Half a death card, used by soldiers in Vietnam to designate their kills,
was discovered at the scene.
The other half was found three days later on a jogger, killed returning to his car.
You think Hance is responsible?
Then we should put a warrant out for Richard Alan Hance.
He's presently at the Washington Correction Center,
serving seven consecutive life sentences.
Seven?
A week after the first two murders, two more bodies were found.
After the second pair of victims, there was a lull.
We thought he went away.
Then Seattle PD received an anonymous call
on the whereabouts of the Death Card Killer.
They found evidence he squatted in a condemned building, but he was long gone.
We came in to see if anything more could be teamed from his abandoned belongings.
Do you get any feelings about this one?
An abandoned building in an industrial park.
It's isolated enough at night to be an urban
version of Grandpa Hance's farm in Montana.
- I think it's a good tip, sir. - All right.
The building's been swept by the Seattle PD. But there's hiding places.
So be careful in there. All right, let's go.
Cover me.
It's decomposing. I'd say he'd been here less than 48 hours.
You must be great at parties.
Hey, Clark. Looks like we got a partial thumb on this magazine.
Clark?
Clark. Clark.
God.
Go.
Arab!
Johnson? Clark?
I nearly blew a new hole in you, Frank.
- I'm sure he's here. - Johnson and Clark are on the third floor.
(rats squeaking)
Joker.
Can you see what I see, FBI? Can you see your fear?
Can you see what you really are?
Drop it. Drop it, you son of a bitch.
Come on.
Give me a reason.
You get me an ambulance.
I'm hurt. (Sniggers)
If he follows Hance's pattern, he will take two more victims.
The second pair before a period of unknown activity.
Whatever Hance did, whatever happened to him during that lull in 1977,
made Hance more aggressive.
It was only a lucky tip that allowed us to catch him at all.
And the loss of three lives.
We have to stop the subject before he gets there.
Maybe someone should talk to Richard Hance.
Someone?
You.
After killing a guard, Hance has been
isolated from human contact for three years.
You've already spoken to Washington?
I've never taken my eyes off of him even
though for all intents and purposes he's dead.
Then how is it possible that he's responsible for these recent murders?
Hance's cellmate prior to being placed in isolation,
who the guards referred to as Mrs Hance, has been released from prison.
He's broken parole. His whereabouts are unknown.
Jacob Tyler.
He is the living reincarnation of Richard Alan Hance.
They're everywhere.
They're on to you, it's just a matter of time.
Then he had a little tie...
You who have sinned shall endure the tortures of the devil.
For each condemnation, ten lashes with a red-hot wire.
The flesh will be flayed from your body and salt poured over the wounds.
And your screams of mercy shall fall on deaf ears
as those who screamed in vain under your hand shall rejoice in your suffering.
The Lord has sent me to prophesy against this city all the words that ye have heard.
Therefore, mend your ways...
A motorist looking to relieve himself stumbled over the bodies.
Queen of hearts. Half here, half on the other body.
- We're too late. - Too late?
This couple was murdered at least three weeks ago.
That means that the liquor store owner completed the cycle. He's gotten there.
A period of unknown activity.
There's no way to stop him until he acts again.
There is something.
I have to speak to the dead.
I think you're making a mistake.
This man has been convicted of three killings while incarcerated,
including the guard, whose bloodied body he paraded up and down the cellblock.
He has information that could help us save lives.
Well, we could set up a chair between the cells. Conduct your interview there.
In order to get what I want, I have to gain his trust.
He won't give us anything from behind those bars.
There's no surveillance setup in this room. You'd be on your own in here.
When you're (lone, press this button. The guards“ come get him.
You're going to have to sign this before we bring him in.
It's just a statement acknowledging that
you understand that if you're taken hostage,
the prison will not negotiate for your life.
Remove the cuffs.
Please, remove the cuffs.
(mouths)
My name is Frank Black.
I'm not part of the prison.
Or the FBI or any other law enforcement agency.
I assure you that anything we talk about will
not be passed along to the prison authorities.
We're not being taped or monitored in any way.
I'm asking for your cooperation in freely talking about your childhood,
your life, your crimes.
Make them turn off the lights.
In my cell, they keep them on 24 hours a day, every day.
Fluorescent lights. It's the hum. You hear it?
60-cycle hum. Constant.
It's like you're aware of your own heart beating. Pounding.
When my eyes are closed and I'm sleeping, I
can see the light right through my eyelids.
I used to hate living in the darkness. Now I would kill just for a second of black.
- Well, you know. Figuratively. - There are no rewards for cooperation.
- Then why the hell would I talk to you? - You can go back to the hum.
This interview can be ended by pressing that button.
I'll go my way, you'll go back to your cell.
- Sandra Bishop, let's start there. - Ah, no.
A good story you have to start at the beginning.
Sandra Bishop would be like walking into a play after the intermission.
What's the beginning of the story?
First, though, you wanna make a movie about my life, I want Gary Busey to play me.
I think he'd be perfect for the part.
- Is he still popular? - I don't get cable.
We open on my grandparents' farm in Montana. I was... 17.
It was February, and Valentine's Day.
There was this girl I was sweet on - oh, I want Ally Sheedy to play her.
OK.
Where was I?
I had saved my money all winter long
so that I could buy her the biggest box of chocolates
in one of those heart-shaped boxes.
I sent her a card.
Wouldn't let my grandma see the card cos I knew she'd go on about how much I spent.
So I just asked her to address it because I couldn't read or write.
Anyway, February 14th comes and I'm walking up to her house,
and I've got that box of chocolates under my arm,
and I'm walking up the driveway,
and all of her folks, they're outside and they're laughing.
At me.
And she's crying, she's bawling her eyes out.
She eventually says to me, "They say you can't read."
Then she shows me the card I'd sent her, you know.
It's a Father's Day card.
I just dropped the box and I turned around and walked away.
Been walking away ever since.
Willie Lloyd Turner.
That's his story.
He was executed May 25th 1995, in Virginia.
- Something borrowed... - John Barnes.
- The jogger. - 1977. The matched pair.
- They all asked for it. - Asked?
You just gotta listen. You gotta feel the vibe.
And the meat, as I call 'em, they'll volunteer their lives up.
Is that what you call the FBI agents? The meat?
No, no, no, no, no.
They're like me, meat-eaters. That's what made them so fun to kill.
The hunters become the hunted.
The first one practically offered himself up to
me, like Ophelia offering herself to Dracula.
Ophelia became my bait.
The second one, after witnessing my power, just surrendered.
I mark 'em on the palm. That's my trademark.
That makes them my property, my meat.
- And the third? - The third one was a coward.
Late his fear up like it was a Thanksgiving meal.
His sweat was the cranberry sauce. His breath was the stuffing.
And those frozen eyes?
They were the dark meat.
You marked him.
But you didn't kill him.
The joker.
You think you're safe in here with all these guards all around and me shackled?
This little panic button at your fingertips?
Takes them 33 seconds from the moment you push that button
to the time they open that door.
I counted. You know what I can do to you in 33 seconds, meat?
You're the one who has to decide when to push that button.
I thought about ending your life the way you ended my friends' and the others'.
If I had pulled that trigger, no one would have given it a second thought.
There would have been no doubts by anyone, except me.
Now I'm beginning to wonder if I made the right decision.
I was afraid to come here.
Not because of you, but because of me.
I'm not so sure I should have given myself the chance to make that decision again.
Make it for me.
Give me a reason.
No.
I've already eaten you. May I be excused?
Jacob Tyler.
- You finished eating him? - I would never hurt Jacob.
Tyler came into this prison, he was a bank
robber with no history of homicidal violence.
Now he's following your pattern, your exact signature.
You killed him and made another Richard Hance.
Look, did you ever share your life so completely with another human being
that you eat, you sleep, you breathe everything the same?
I touched his life like no one else can because I was in here with him.
I mattered - and he mattered.
I lived as Jacob and he lived as me. We are as one.
They're trying to torture me with these lights.
But for every second these lights burn,
that tells me that's another second that he's out there.
That's not murder.
That's love.
If you truly love him, he'll do as you've done.
He'll take two pairs of two and then rest,
gathering his strength and resources for the test.
The test where the hunters become the hunted.
The anonymous tip, the trap.
You called it in.
Crimestoppers hotline.
I have some information.
Information regarding the guy in the papers.
Could you be more specific, please?
The guy who killed the liquor store guy.
You know, the drawing in the papers.
Yes, sir. Have you seen someone who matches the composite?
I think I've seen him around this abandoned building on 30th and Hope.
I think he crashes there at night.
Thanks for the tip, sir. You may be eligible for a reward...
I nearly blew a hole in you, Frank.
- I'm sure he's here. - Johnson and Clark are on the third floor.
Johnson? Clark?
(distant groaning)
[Can you see what] see, FBI? Can you see your fear?
Can you see what you really are?
Drop it, you son of a bitch.
Come on. Give me a reason.
No!
Frank'?
You haven't slept all night for a week.
- Sorry I woke you. - I'm not.
I've been questioning myself on my actions.
We think we're doing our job putting these guys away.
All we do is put them in jails and prisons. We're hiding them from sight.
You've taken away their ability to harm any others.
You think so? Four people have died because of my inaction.
Your inaction?
20 years ago, I could have destroyed a cancer.
Instead of killing it, I allowed it to spread.
Richard Hance?
That cancer was a man under your custody.
You could no more kill him than you could kill Jordan or me.
Frank.
I believe in the goodness that's in you.
You have to find a way to believe in it again.
You got the anonymous tip last night?
Well, if he stays with the pattern, that'll be
the trap. He'll be in the building, waiting.
Undercover officers have kept this under surveillance.
If he moves a hair, we're gonna nail him.
I think Tyler has lost contact with his own personality.
We can't count on his survival instincts to
surrender, even against overwhelming odds.
Maybe in this case it's better just to end it.
Here. Now.
OK, it's a go.
- (tyres screech) - (sirens)
(gunshots)
There he is. Third floor.
Northeast building, the one under construction.
I just want you to know it's not personal.
- We answered the call. - Do you know why I'm here?
You made a promise, a promise you have to keep.
- You understand. - Certain people have to be sacrificed.
Then you accept this?
No.
I've already been sacrificed.
(clicking)
You are not who you are.
You're Jacob Tyler. And you'll have to find a way to believe in that again.
Drop it. Drop it now.
No!
This is Bletcher. Suspecfs down, third floor. Send the coroner.
I couldn't take the chance, Frank.
For now or later.
How did we get to where the only thing we're good for is notifying the loved ones?
(lights humming)
(weeps)
Visiontext Subtitles: Neil Blackmore
(child) I made this!
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