(Squeaking)
I told my mom I'd be home half an hour ago.
Besides, it's way too cold out here.
Could I convince you to stay if I offered you some peppermint schnapps?
You know what's down the road? The East County Psychiatric Hospital. The loony bin.
- They called it The Pest House. - Stop it.
This one hospital holds the most dangerous assortment of maniacs in the western US.
- I'm not gonna get scared. - Serial rapists, paedophiles, murderers...
Don't tell me. One of them escaped.
Worse. Released. His name is Harold Brennan.
He was sent there three years ago after a
verdict of "not guilty by reason of insanity".
What did he do?
I don't know if I should tell you, it's pretty scary stuff.
- Come on, tell me. - All right, all right.
It was a night like tonight. A sorority were having a campout near Alpine Village.
They all went to bed completely exhausted.
But seven of 'em never woke up. Because during the night,
Harold had come into their camp and covered
their faces with rags soaked in chloroform.
And one by one, he neatly sliced their throats from ear to ear.
Each time making sure he cut the carotid artery so he could drain their blood.
There would have been an eighth victim,
but the rag was dry and she fought through the anaesthetic, and she found a cleaver,
and when Harold reached for her neck, she grabbed his arm and wham!
Just chopped off his hand.
And only two years after he was sent to the hospital, he was released.
Cured, only now with a hook where his left hand used to be.
Within three months the police lost track of him. And now no one knows where he is.
I mean, he could be across the country.
But then again, he could be next door.
I mean, he could even be in the car!
- I'm sorry. You're just so easy to freak. - No, you're just really good at it.
Oh, come here. It's not the only thing I'm good at.
(creaking)
- What was that? - My tongue in your ear?
No, that noise. If I get a scratch on this car, my dad will kill me.
I'll be right back, I'm just gonna check it out.
(mud)
Kevin?
(mud)
This isn't funny.
(clatter)
You'd better stop scaring me unless you want to stay outside all night.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Kevin.
(metal squeaking)
I'm never gonna forgive you for this!
(screams)
The victim was Kevin Galbraith, a freshman
English major at the University of Portland.
He was parked on Copper Cove Bridge with his girlfriend
when the attack occurred, approximately 11.30pm.
According to her statement, her boyfriend leaves the car,
and for her safety she locks herself inside.
And he doesn't return.
She becomes afraid, because she hears scratching on the outside of the car.
She finally makes her escape. She discovers her boyfriend hanging upside down, dead.
Cause of the scratching was his hands,
rubbing against the car as he swayed in the
wind. It's an urban legend. None of it's true.
That's what I would have said, except we have a real victim here.
And a psychologically scarred witness, who's under heavy sedation.
Police have interviewed her, but she knows
nothing more than we know from the stories.
The Group believes this won't be an isolated
incident, so I've done a profile based on that.
Checked the backgrounds of inmates at mental institutions near the crime scene.
Think you'll find that interesting.
E Jacob Woodcock.
He killed a couple parked on the Copper Cove Bridge.
(Peter) He fits the profile to a T.
The only problem is, he couldn't possibly have done it.
Hi. My name is Frank Black. This is Peter Watts.
We're working with the Sheriffs Department. I need...
Could you sign this?
I have an interview with E Jacob Woodcock.
- Woodcock? - Woodcock.
He's a very disturbed individual, with a wide variety of personality disorders.
Paranoid, schizotypal. He's a factor-one psychopath.
We need to speak with him about a murder.
Mr Brennan. Why don't you let me talk to these gentlemen? You're late for therapy.
Come on, Mr Brennan. Come.
He's a patient?
You're a doctor?
Doctor Ellen Stoller. What can I do for you?
Everyone sort of dresses alike?
We feel uniforms and lab coats just serve to stigmatise the patients.
If we dress as doctors, they act like patients.
We work hard to eliminate the visual cues in the ward.
You can tell us apart by the keys we wear on our belts.
I'm Frank Black. Peter Watts. We're working with the Sheriffs Department.
I know. They called. He's very anxious to speak with you.
Woodcock is a highly disturbed individual
with a wide variety of personality disorders.
- He's paranoid, schizotypal... - A factor-one psychopath.
- How did you know? - Wild guess.
He couldn't be connected with any recent murder.
Besides his physical handicap, he's still under maximum security.
He hasn't set foot outside this hospital in five years. You know what I mean.
What are the security measures for prisoners?
The patients here are not prisoners. No one in
this hospital has been found guilty of a crime.
But we understand they may pose a danger to themselves and to society.
Maximum-security patients are in a secure ward, behind electronically locked doors.
We make visual inspections every hour. He couldn't escape without us knowing.
So that's where it went. It's a sick picture.
Real sick. I know that now.
Can you tell us anything about it?
Whoever did this, the killer, he's done it before.
See, that's a sailor's knot.
The more you struggle, the tighter it gets. And this is a fine bisecting cut.
It's straight, almost a surgical line.
Even with the sharpest knife, that takes a lot of practice.
Maybe he worked on animals before. Maybe not.
Mr Woodcock.
Did you, or anyone you know, have anything to do with this murder?
You hear that?
I don't either. Cos there's nothing there to hear any more.
I used to wear headphones with music
blasting in my ears to drown out the voices.
I used to scream so I didn't have to listen.
But those voices, they could cut through concrete ten feet thick.
Cos they come from the inside. See, I know that now.
I wanted you to know, so they could know. I don't have to be here any more.
Where did what go? You said "So that's where it went."
Oh, yeah. I did.
Everything. Just everything.
I don't understand. Did you have anything to do with the murder?
Oh, yes.
I didn't do it, but it's mine.
It's all mine.
How's my little snake today?
Very active, I see.
Let him burrow too deep and you'll never get him out.
- You need to talk to anybody else? - Not now, Edward.
No problem.
There have been all kinds of precedents for surrogate killers.
People with personality deficiencies so severe
that they'll kill for a dominant partner.
There's no shortage of candidates around here.
Woodcock might have come in contact with a patient that has outside privileges.
Told him what to do. Maybe that's why the murder seemed scripted. Because it was.
Ask Stoller to keep him under surveillance,
let us know who he comes into contact with.
(Whimpers)
Get Dr Stoller.
Let go. Katie, let go. Katie!
Hey, what are you doing?
Bear, get the hell outta here.
Bear, it's not your blood. It's not your blood.
Bear!
- Bring him up, get him up. - Let go. Let go.
Keep away from his mouth. Anything gets in there, it's not coming out.
Come on, Bear. Get him in the side room.
Get him in the side room. Let's go.
Side room, Bear.
- You sure that'll hold him? - When he gets worked up this way,
he would have taken her arm right off.
- With his teeth? - That's why he's here.
Actually, Callie, I need the light on the tyre.
- It's too cold. I want to wait in the car. - Just five more minutes.
I need the light to put the spare on.
(rustling)
- Did you hear that? - Just hurry up. I'm freezing here.
Shine the light over there.
We're out in the country. It's probably some big, wild, crazy animal.
Just spare me, Callie.
Yeah, well, just hurry up.
On the tyre, Callie.
Ow! Callie!
Dammit!
Callie!
All right, quit playing games.
Dammit.
(footsteps)
Callie?
What?
Callie?
(animal grunting)
Still missing parts of the thighs on both bodies. The hand from her.
The way these bodies were ripped apart, I think a coyote got to 'em before we did.
The tears in the bodies are too precise to be caused by an animal.
The killer was very disorganised. This is a target of opportunity.
The killer and the victims' paths happened to cross at exactly the wrong moment.
Mr Black, you said the other murder was scripted, and this one is disorganised.
- Are you suggesting two different maniacs? - Yes, I am.
The killer of Galbraith could integrate into
society - hold down a job, rent an apartment.
I can see this person walking down the street
wearing the same blood-soaked clothing he wore while committing the crime.
He's out of his mind, literally. Rationality pared down to an animal state.
Bear.
I studied Bear's case history.
The murders that got him here and the murders last night were almost identical.
Even though they were five years apart.
Both sets of victims were couples. Victims of opportunity.
Their bodies were mutilated.
Literally torn apart. The female victims' hands were never found.
- Well. It certainly is a coincidence. - We call that a signature.
Mr Black.
Would you expect a serial killer would exhibit
no refinement of technique over five years?
That his environment would have no effect on him?
There are cases where killers, when released after up to 15 years,
return to killing in exactly the same manner they'd used before confinement.
That is exactly the kind of bigotry that my
patients face constantly, from all of society.
No one believes that counselling, intensive
therapy, medication, can rehabilitate the sick.
These people are put in here with absolutely
no expectation of ever being let out.
All right, let's get down to it. Why don't
you explain to me how he could have done it?
- Was Bear in a side room last night? - No. He was released for group, at 5pm.
Where do they meet?
Last night they had a supervised walk around the hospital grounds.
You mean he was actually allowed outside
just three hours after he attacked that girl?
Mr Watts. You're really not qualified to
pass judgement on how we treat our patients.
I know that things seem to get out of hand once in a while.
But there is no sliver of proof that anyone here had anything to do with the murders.
You OK?
What's the matter?
It's, uh... a fake fingernail.
Hey. Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
I think you've eaten more than a sliver of proof.
We have to talk to everyone who had access to the kitchen. Given Bear's involvement,
- do you consent to his being interviewed? - Yes, of course.
Still, I wouldn't expect much. The last three years, he hasn't spoken a word.
(Frank) Can you remember what you did last night?
At any time last night, were you outside the maximum-security ward?
- You were, huh? - No, you're confusing him.
I already told you, they had a walk outside, on the hospital grounds.
How did you get those marks on your head, Bear?
Did you kill two people last night?
Did you mutilate them? And tear a hand off for a souvenir?
Come on, her name was Callie. She was 22.
- Dr Stoller... - You're right.
- Is that a yes? - We're done now.
He... He touched me.
Inside me.
Take it out.
Take everything out.
Who touched you, Bear?
The boy, the girl, were mine.
Inside me.
Mine, but not me.
Mine, not me.
Mine, but not me.
Mine, not me. Mine, not me.
Bear, listen to me. I want you to take a deep breath and relax.
Take a deep breath, let it into your lungs.
Try to remember. It's important.
Stop asking him questions. He is not gonna answer any more questions.
He's having a seizure.
Bear? Bear? Bear!
As you can see, the forebrain is slightly enlarged.
This darker area by the hypothalamus could indicate a tumour.
That could be what caused his agitation.
No, that could be what caused his seizure. His agitation was caused by you two.
Well, both Woodcock and Bear referred to something being taken from their minds.
Is there any experimental programme being conducted on them?
These are highly disturbed individuals. You mustn't take what they say literally.
And even if there were secret experiments,
I wouldn't tell you. I wouldn't tell anyone.
These CAT scans were my attempt to explain his delusions. Obviously I've failed.
Dr Stoller, the exact nature of these crimes
apply to a minute portion of the population.
Now, someone in your maximum-security ward is responsible for these murders.
And I don't see it stopping any time soon.
We know that you're protective of your patients. We understand that.
But we have a greater responsibility to protect the next victim.
- What do you need? - Access to everything.
Come on, you know that's impossible.
There are far too many issues of confidentiality. I...
All right.
There's a group therapy session later on. One of you can watch from behind the glass.
OK.
(Edward) Grab a chair. Semicircle.
I know we're doing this for all the right reasons, but...
deep down I can't help but feel like I'm betraying them.
They'll never know I'm here.
I know, but I do.
And I always will.
(Edward) Come on, people, let's go.
Grab a seat. Does anybody want to say anything before the doctor gets here?
Anybody have any good dreams lately? Any bad ones?
Come on, people. We can't make progress unless you talk.
I had a very good dream last night.
I dreamt that everybody here was allowed to leave,
and that the hospital was closed down because bad things didn't happen any more.
Your dreams are boring.
Oh, yeah? Then why don't you start?
I don't have 'em any more. He took my best ones.
Eddie, when do I get out? I don't want to die in here.
You're not dying. You're going on to everlasting life.
Bear. You too.
Purdue. You ready to step up?
I know you want to. I'm ready when you are.
(Edward) Good evening, Doctor.
Good evening, everyone.
You're all looking very rested.
Joey, would you like to start?
Let's get started.
- Did you find what you were looking for? - Not exactly.
Tell me the signs you're looking for, maybe I can rule out some suspects.
Problem is, they all have signs. Under the
right circumstances and a triggering stressor,
every one of your patients will kill again.
- That's very bleak. - Very real.
Where you see the potential for murder, I see the potential for recovery.
I'm not naive enough to think that my patients will ever be model citizens,
but I believe that they can be productive, creative.
I think they can be a part of our world.
Listen, let me ask you something.
- Are you missing anything lately? - What?
I mean, something small. Like a shirt, belt. Something personal.
Actually, I did misplace a scarf a couple days ago. How did you know?
I think you're in real danger. I think the killer
took a trophy, and he'll use it to restrain you.
- To tie your hands. - Wow.
I don't mean "wow" like "you're amazing".
I mean "wow" like "you're crazy". How did you come up with that?
I think you should leave this hospital for a few days.
No, I won't. Maybe you should. Or else, think about checking in.
- Dr Stoller... - No. I won't be intimidated.
Not by my patients, and certainly not by you.
If you require anything more of this hospital, talk to the administrator.
(footstep)
Mr Purdue. What are you doing out of your room?
I couldn't sleep.
I have something to say to you.
Things I can't say in front of anyone else.
We could schedule an appointment right now. I can see you sometime this week.
Tomorrow.
Remember the conversation we had about personal space?
- You're making me feel very uncomfortable. - I know.
I want you to really listen to me and pay attention, because I'm scared.
I don't want to change like Woodcock and Bear and I'm afraid it's gonna happen.
- You're the only one that can stop it. - What are you talking about?
They don't dream any more.
Did you know that?
It's taken out of their heads.
Don't let him take it out of my head.
Who? Who are you afraid of?
Don't you know?
Edward. He's the devil.
- Watts. - Peter, it's Frank.
Stoller shut us down. We have no access to the patients' records.
- I'll pull up the Group's database. - This is what we need.
Maximum-security guy. Got a history of knife attacks.
He uses some article of clothing to restrain the victim during the murder.
- You think he'll act again? - You know I do.
Listen, my battery's dead on my cellphone, so I'll be waiting here. 555-0134.
As soon as I know.
We have to talk.
I don't believe your lies about life everlasting.
I don't much care to live forever.
That can be arranged.
Now...
Tell me your dreams.
(phone rings)
Give it up, Mr Black. We'll all still be here in the morning.
Peter?
Got a possible match with a Cainan Purdue.
He stalked his victims by hiding in their oars.
In one instance, he used the victim's belt to
tie her to the seat, then stabbed her 52 times.
Peter, are you seeing what I'm seeing?
All three cases, the MOs are urban legends.
Everything old is new again.
(oar engine starts)
Hey!
(Frank) Hey!
(96! Horn)
(oar horn continues)
- Pull over. - What are you doing? You're insane.
Pull over.
(truck horn)
- Fill her up? - Yeah, thanks.
This credit card's no good. You have to come to the register.
But I just used it today.
You're gonna have to come with me now.
There's someone in the back of your car with a knife.
We're going into the cashier's booth, locking the door and calling the police.
- It's ringing. - (Frank) Dr Stoller.
(man) Don't touch that door.
- Did you see him? - No, I didn't see anything.
I saw somebody with a knife.
If he's from the ward, they're not there now.
Call the police and tell them to meet us at East County. Listen.
What almost happened matches a crime committed by a patient, Cainan Purdue.
We gotta get to the hospital and confirm he's gone.
(Wash)
Mr Johnson, back in your room, please. Dr Stoller, what's going on?
A patient might be missing. We have to check every room.
Are you the only nurse on duty?
- Yes, in Maximum Security. I didn't see... - Which one is Purdue's room?
Ward Five, that way.
We'll split up. I'll check the therapy rooms, you go to Hydrotherapy.
- Mr O'Grady, it's OK. Go back to bed. - Go back to bed.
How you doing? Purdue's... Never mind.
(Frank) Do you know where Purdue's room is?
- He's gone. - Edward, what are you doing here?
Hi. Listen, it's real late. I just want to talk to him. Good night. Good night.
I was paged. Willow said something about a missing patient.
Dr Stoller was almost murdered. I think Purdue is responsible.
No, we're responsible.
Did the doctor ever tell you the story about Rachel?
No.
Two years ago, Rachel, she was a nurse here.
To me she was beautiful, just...
Not like some model or anything, she just had
this glow inside her. She tried to help people.
One day, a patient grabbed her while she was
making the rounds, checking on their meds.
He'd took a spoon from the cafeteria and he ground it down until it was razor sharp.
He took that spoon, put it in Rachel's neck.
Forced her into the side room, and made us all watch while he raped her.
He snuffed the glow out of her that day.
Rachel's gone now. But that patient, he's still here. He's still being treated.
Who was it?
- E Jacob Woodcock. - Woodcock?
He's not the only one. He's not even the worst one.
But still, treatment goes on.
What would you do?
I would take it out of them by any means possible or impossible.
Every violent thought, every sick impulse.
But you know better than me, Frank.
I just work here.
I thought you were Purdue. Any luck?
No. But I think he's attempting to find you.
The lights are out, the phones are dead.
He's making a real attempt to complete his fantasy.
- And that would culminate in killing me? - That's my interpretation.
This isn't just for self-preservation, but
could I suggest that we get out of this ward?
Out of the building.
He cut the power. Use your key.
No. I've got one key, but the night nurse has the other. We need both keys.
(Frank) Hey.
- Urgh. - What?
There are no keys on her.
Purdue must have them. We can't get out until we find them.
Listen. Hear this. I have a warning for your soul.
I will not go down like the others. I do not accept my fate.
It's Purdue. He's talking from the observation room.
(Purdue) When the devil comes to call, he will tempt you,
then threaten every sacred thing and take the rest.
Fight like hell.
He wants the only thing that's ever been worth a damn,
the only thing that he doesn't have - the fuel in your head.
Don't listen to his lies.
What you get isn't life,
it's... it's nothing.
- What's he doing? - They've taken it from him.
My soul was taken.
But something lives on.
It's too powerful to die an anonymous death.
So I will kill again.
But out of self-defence.
No lies, no excuses.
This one will... come from a clear, clean...
conscience.
- You stay here. I'm gonna go check it out. - You're not going anywhere without me.
- Fran k. - What?
Stay.
No.
Enough.
- Why'd you come back? - I never left.
It was Edward all the time.
He used Woodcock, then Bear, then me.
He ate our sins but couldn't digest them.
That's a load of crap, Purdue. You're just trying to build another insanity defence.
No, Doctor.
Killing Edward was the sanest thing I ever did.
Now I'm going to sleep.
It can't be.
The night nurse's keys.
Edward killed her. Come on.
Come on.
Frank.
When I saw him coming toward me, his face was...
I saw Woodcock, and Purdue, and Bear...
- as if they were... - Inside him?
How'?
I don't know. Maybe evil is like matter.
It can't be destroyed. It only changes form.
I believe he had good intentions.
But we who hunt monsters, who touch evil, run the risk that evil will touch us.
I think he figured out a way to take it out of
them, but he couldn't take it out of himself.
And that's what I think.
I want to go home now.
Come on.
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