YOU good?
Yeah. Go on.
(Winces)
(panicky breathing)
(cries out)
(clatter)
- Are you OK, E? - (cries out)
(E yelps and thrashes)
(silence)
(E whimpers)
E?
Wait a minute.
(gasps)
(screams) No'.!
Somebody get somebody!
Somebody get somebody! Somebody!
Get somebody!
What'd you sell her? What kind of smack?
Hey, freak. Shut the hell up or I'll smack you.
You wanna see a freakin' face, you go see E.
(Subs)
(toilet flushes)
- Where is she? - Shut up.
Where's E? What'd you do?
You no say a peep, or next it's you.
(screams)
Hollis.
Can I ask you to stand up and step back from your desk, please?
- What? - I don't want to embarrass any of us.
- What are you talking about? - Save what you're working on,
turn off your computer, stand up and step back from your desk, please.
What the hell's going on?
This'll go easier on you if you tell the truth.
About what?
That's my mail, Barry.
Stay in town.
I'm waiting for my Bureau rep, who tells me not to talk to anyone.
- Anyone tell you anything? - Not a clue. Have they told you'?
They took my computer. They took my mail, Frank.
Technically, anything in this building can be seized as government property.
- Personal mail? - Uh-huh.
So the rights we're protecting we don't even have ourselves.
Frank, could I see you for a minute?
Hang tough.
This is an OPR investigation. You know nobody can get the details.
I've worked half a dozen cases with her, enough to know this is unwarranted.
We didn't enter this lightly, Frank.
We had enough indication on this. We had to move.
Indications of what?
I still have enough contacts to find out, Andy.
You're not gonna do this just to slow me down.
She failed a random drug test.
- That's absurd. - I had 'em run it twice.
- What was she tested for? - Heroin.
Now, we are not being stupid here and we're not being hasty.
We won't press charges till we're certain.
Just the accusation could ruin her.
I will do everything in my power to make
sure this investigation is thorough and fair.
But when she's seen her Bureau rep, I'm to send her home.
- I want to talk to her privately about it. - Anything you hear will go to the OPR.
You know that. Don't put yourself in that position.
I'll make up my own mind about what position I'll be put in, OK?
(phone rings)
McClaren. Yeah?
Are you sure?
Well, you be double sure before you put that out to anybody. You understand?
Good.
It's Baldwin.
He says they found a small bindle of white powder in her personal effects.
Agent Hollis.
Emma.
I've been instructed not to talk to anyone.
You're not good at following instructions.
Why don't you tell the Gestapo in there that I'm not a junkie either?
- Why don't you give me some help? - I've got nothing to say.
Vancouver, Canada.
A resealed envelope with that postmark was addressed to you.
- It's personal business. - The contents as well?
Come on. Are you gonna talk to me, Emma?
I think I'll take the advice I was given and wait for my lawyer.
I'm not looking to score. I'm trying to find someone.
- What are you lookin' for? A date? - No. I'm looking for a girl.
- Tamra Caffrey. - Aw, see, I don't know no names.
- I've got a picture. - Put it on a milk carton.
Look. Hey, I'm tired, I've come a long way.
I can Pa}! Yo"-
Jeez, lady, you're brave. And stupid.
- How much? - How much you got there?
US!
- What's that name again? - Tamra Caffrey.
Tamra. Is she on the street?
- I don't know. - Just give me a minute, OK?
Hey!
(559715)
"I":
I've been looking everywhere for you.
Don't look at me, Em.
- Tamra, it's OK. - Don't hate me, Em.
I don't hate you, T.
You just had me thinking the worst, that's all.
This ain't far from it.
You have a choice, T.
You got a choice. My mind makes itself up.
What about your friend? You said on the phone you were afraid.
I don't know anything right now.
I don't know if I'm more afraid of living than dying.
(Tamra sobs)
(knocking)
Emma Hollis. I called about Tamra Caffrey.
- Can we come in? - We're not no girls' dormitory.
- She's in serious need. - I'm sure you're serious.
But I've been there before with Miss T.
See? I told you, Em. Let's just go.
She's hurting out here.
(unbolting door)
I got one bed. She tightens up or she loses it.
Help me!
Help!
(TV) This lime desert rat is par! W! A diet
of a group of snakes known as constrictors,
often found in the rocky brush of Arizona...
(phone rings)
They are considered among the hardiest of our local reptiles.
- Constrictors are so named... - (phone ringing)
- Hello. - What are you doing?
Frank?
I just got a call that you left the country.
- A call? From who? - They told you to stay home.
I'm not under house arrest, Frank. If I'm not mistaken, I haven't been charged.
- These people don't make allowances. - I'm finding that.
This looks bad. Bad for the FBI.
This makes it even look worse. I don't want you to throw your career away.
- I've got to go, Frank. - (hangs up)
(moaning)
(Tamra shivering)
T?
Dyin' don't seem so bad as this.
You sent me an envelope.
You get it?
I need to know, T, exactly what happened, while you're straight.
You won't believe me.
I'd just like to make sure that it wasn't a case of the yips.
Emma, please.
I want off it.
I'm whacked right now but I didn't make it up.
It's bad stuff, Em.
It turns people into monsters.
Where'd you get it?
I can't tell. I'm afraid.
- Who sold it to you? - (whimpers) Emma, please.
I just need a name.
His name is Pulga.
(noise from TV)
(Scully) Mulder, they want the Kill Switch virus. What did you tell them?
- I didn't tell them anything. - I need to know. Do we have it?
Do we have the Kill Switch?
(unlocking chain)
Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. I heard your TV on.
Do you know Pulga?
(chains door)
(Gift stops)
(water trickling)
Hey!
- OK, crazy bitch! - You want to see how crazy?
Are you Puma?
_ are " No! You Prof la?"
(man laughs crazily)
I could have left you under the elevator.
Who the hell are you? Poking your nose in the wrong holes, lady cat.
- Is your name Pulga? - Where'd you hear that name?
From a junkie, who says you're selling bad smack.
Say it again.
Say it again and I'll kill you dead.
- I just don't want her dead. - Who?
(police siren in distance)
(siren gets nearer)
Emma Hollis?
There's a Frank Black asking to talk to you.
On the phone?
They say you refuse to let a doctor see that cut.
How'd you find me, Frank?
One Vancouver address on your Rolodex - Tamra Caffrey.
- The RCMP is very familiar with that name. - Look, Frank, this doesn't concern you.
They'll say you failed to mention her in your Academy interview,
and when asked about family convictions, you were less than candid.
I didn't know about her. Not until two years ago when my cousin died.
No one was supposed to ever find out.
An illegitimate child isn't something that
traditionally appears in family photo albums.
It's your responsibility to inform your Bureau rep.
What about my responsibility to someone in trouble?
Who's got one person who even cares enough to take her phone call.
That doesn't explain your positive drug test, does it?
- Stop it. - What do I have to do?
I believe you. That's why I'm here.
She sent me an unmarked envelope in the mail.
I opened the packet, I took a taste on the end of one finger. It was...
Stupid.
It was stupid. I was thinking about how I was gonna get it tested.
Tested for what?
Tamra says that junkies are disappearing.
That there's heroin on the streets that's turning people into monsters.
- That's an old urban myth. - She says she's seen it.
A friend of hers who she says a couple of dealers killed to cover it up.
Who did this to you?
You're unarmed, Emma.
You come up here investigating with no legal authority whatsoever.
I'm afraid for her, Frank.
I don't know if she can stay straight.
(knocking)
- How's she doing? - She hates her treatment, but they all do.
I don't see her lookin' to bolt, though.
- Let me get her. - (pager beeps)
(phone rings)
McClaren.
- Where are you? - I'm with Hollis.
- You went out there? - It was on my dime.
It's got nothing to do with money. I'm catching flak left and right over this.
- There are mitigating facts. - They're ready to push a button on Hollis.
- The dope was sent to her for testing. - It's been tested now.
- Did you find anything strange? - Stranger than 80 per cent pure heroin?
- Nothing besides that? - It was cut with lactose and mannitol.
Baby laxative.
What? That's not the mitigating circumstance you were referring to?
I'll get back to you, Andy.
Her name was Elissa. I called her E.
She called me T. Just like you, Em.
We met as Essence House. She was trying to kick.
All these pictures were taken last summer after we both got clean.
Emma.
There have been seven unclaimed or
unidentified bodies over the past three weeks.
Six John Does. None of them match the description you gave us.
They pushed her out of the window. I saw her lyin' there.
- You saw them push her? - I know they did it. She didn't jump.
How strung-out were you, Tamra?
I wasn't even high yet.
You're lookin' at me like I'm makin' it up.
You put her in a very difficult situation.
Frank...
- What she needs is the truth. - I'm te||in' the truth!
I saw my friend turn into a monster!
You told me you were gonna help me, Emma. I believed you.
- T... - Let her go.
- This isn't what she needs. - What she needs is attention.
Maybe that's what this whole story is about. Because none of it makes much sense.
- She's afraid. - Look at what you're risking
for what might turn out to be a junkie's delusional fantasy.
You can't save her, you can't fix her. But maybe you can save yourself, Emma.
From what? The delusional fantasies of McClaren and the FBI? I believe her.
There isn't one shred of evidence to support what she's telling you.
You and I, we'll go on living.
Every day of that girl's life is a gamble.
Now your life is becoming part of the stakes.
(phone rings)
Emma Hollis.
Yes.
Thank you.
- What? - They found the body.
(beeping)
(speaks Cantonese)
She's a floater. Came up under the docks. Body had been weighted down.
Clothed, as you see, but no jewellery or other identification.
Any distinguishing marks?
Just this E tattooed on the back of her hand.
Doctor?
Body has been identified, but not by immediate family, as Elissa Zaritzski.
There's water distension of the dermal layers consistent with immersion,
along with some evidence of invertebrate scavenging on the exposed skin.
No signs of any degloving of the epidermis of the hands.
There should be no problem making a positive print ID.
Subject is Caucasian, 20s,
with some fairly quality dental work sometime in her life.
Her last few years have been high-mileage. A
lot of IV drug use. Probably a big history.
Jumps out as a dump, not a drowning.
Nothing else in her appearance suggests another cause of death?
- Such as? - Before she died,
someone close to her said she'd taken on the characteristics of a monster.
- Riding the monster. - I don't understand.
We've had a wave of heroin overdoses of people looking for that monster.
It's become sort of a mythological high, like seeing God.
You've never seen any physical manifestation?
I see a lot of these.
It's an emulation of the Chinese animus concept of body decoration.
You take on the characteristics of the animal or the demon you wear on your skin.
So this girl was actually looking for the monster?
I don't know if she found it, but she definitely got to see God.
Excuse me.
Emma...
- She lied to me, Frank. - I'm not so sure now.
You're the one who accused her.
Someone weighed Elissa's body down. Someone tried to hide something.
There's nothing to hide. You heard the coroner.
He said no physical manifestation of the effect. What if it's temporary?
Temporary distortion of the human form. A monster within, brought on by the drug.
McClaren said the FBI drug test turned up nothing special.
Maybe because they don't know what they're looking for.
- What's he want? - He wants to talk to me.
(speaks Cantonese)
It wouldn't show up in your tests, Andy.
Your tests are not specific enough to find what I'm looking at.
- What are you looking at? - A tissue sample from a hard-core user
showing an accumulation of a strange and foreign hormone in the woman's skin cells.
Yeah, OK, I trust you.
The hormones have been chemically attached to either the lactose or the opiate itself
using very sophisticated science.
This is what Emma was trying to investigate and why she was in possession of drugs.
Frank, I know you're on to something there, but there's no need.
What do you mean, no need?
The OPR investigation of Hollis is dropped.
- Since when? - I got the call on my way home.
I'm to draft an apology to Emma.
- Where did this come from? - I don't know. Frankly, I don't care.
Wait a minute. The OPR did this independently?
Well, I guess it comes from DOJ. Maybe higher.
The Department of Justice? Don't you find that weird, Andy?
I just want you to get your behinds on the next plane home. OK?
Hey.
Go find Tamra.
- Why? - Because her life's in danger.
(man) Hold on! Hold on!
- (pounding) - Hold on, I'm coming.
I need to see T.
T's out. She didn't make curfew.
- She's not in her room? - It's not her room, those are the rules.
- Out with who? Did she say? - Didn't ask, she didn't say.
You wanna see the monster.
Johnny's gonna show you where that monster lives.
Oh, my God.
"I":
Tamra!
Please... don't...
(cries out in pain)
Tamra Caffrey!
(speaks Cantonese)
- Hey! Look up! - Hey!
You freakin' monster.
(speaks Cantonese)
I asked you for the prime movers of heroin in BC and you gave me this man. Why?
Wing Ho. He's a chemist for one of the oldest Hong Kong triads.
There's a mug shot, but no record, no information.
I believe he's a deep-cover informant for your US DEA.
How did they turn him?
He patriated here from Canton Province in 1993.
His brother was ordered executed by the Dai Lo in Taiwan.
Ordinarily their Kuan Ti code would keep him quiet,
but Ho couldn't forgive his brother's death.
- Couldn't forgive the Dai Lo. - Yeah.
- Who are you calling? - The assistant director of the FBI.
Put some pressure on the DEA. Find a 20 on their informant.
Get Agent Hollis back here. We're gonna need some backup.
(speaks Cantonese)
Frank.
It's the dealers.
I smell gasoline.
- The building's been doused. - Their own product?
It's no good. It's been chemically contaminated.
You gotta go now.
- Where are you going? - To look for Tamra.
- That's my responsibility. - No, go on. Go.
Get the fire department! The building's set to go!
(Tamra whimpering)
Tamra?
Where is she?
(sobbing)
- Ks OK. - (cries out in pain)
(explosions)
Come on. We gotta go.
No! Don't look at me!
(explosions)
Come on, we gotta go! We gotta get out of here.
(sirens in distance)
Frank!
T?
Hey.
Just talked to OPR. Your things should be returned by this afternoon.
- Thank you. - How's your friend?
She's getting better. Thanks.
Emma...
I'm... I'm glad that this misunderstanding got sorted out.
I hope you learned something from it.
Learned something?
- You were saying? - You make the same mistake.
As who?
You don't trust the system. You take your own counsel.
- People see you as an outsider. - I trust the system, Barry.
Just not everyone in it.
You got lucky this time, Emma.
Next time he might not be there to save you.
- What am I looking at here? - A chemical model of a synthetic hormone
that was laced into heroin, injected into Tamra Caffrey.
Now look. Wherever you're going with this, it's all over now.
It's a compound developed six years ago by the United States Army
in a research facility in Maryland. It found its way to the streets of Canada.
If you were thinking of making an accusation or turning this into a crusade,
I would warn against it, Frank.
Isn't that what the FBI was ready to do to Emma Hollis?
- I don't make the rules. - There are no rules, Andy.
Only expedience and necessities.
Look, Frank, all's been forgiven.
No, Andy. It hasn't.
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