(woman) OK. So this is how life is supposed to be.
Over millions of years, we move forward, we evolve,
in a series of tiny incremental steps.
And each tiny step is a tiny improvement.
It has to be. Survival of the fittest, that's what it's about.
If you don't move on, you end.
Or you're ended.
(alarm ringing)
So, we start with the primal ooze,
and we end up with Mozart, Hitter, me.
Which explains everything.
And explains nothing.
Because not everything evolves.
Some things just happen.
Like the eye. Even Darwin worried about the eye.
The iris, lens, retina.
How could any of those things evolve in isolation?
How could they be useful on their own?
So how did the eye happen? How?
Accident. It just happened.
We don't know how, we don't know. One minute we're blind, next minute we see.
The dinosaurs are lords of the earth for millions of years,
then a big damn rock hits the Yucatén peninsula, and they're gone.
Ended.
One minute we're here.
Next minute we're gone.
Accidents happen. That's life.
Stop!
Are you OK? Are you hurt?
Please help me. They're trying to kill me.
Who's trying to kill you?
They are. They're gonna kill me. Don't let them get me.
You're from the hospital. Listen, lady...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
But what I want to know...
What I want to know...
is what makes the accidents happen?
Because something must.
Or someone.
Name's Roger Shivley. Nursing orderly, been here less than a week.
Seems the killer escaped when Shivley took her her night-time medication.
Chased her, she made it to the treatment rooms,
got hold of some dissecting knives, and took his head off.
Killer is Cassie Doyle, known as Cass.
Sent here in '92 aged 15 for the murder of her mom and dad.
Guess she wanted to relive all the excitement.
Oh, she, uh... She cut dad's head off too.
- Is the head still missing? - Yeah, we're combing the grounds for it.
It's possible she took it as a souvenir.
You allowed her to do this, Dr Heath?
At first we tried to stop her, confiscated pens and pencils.
She started writing in her own blood. We had to give up.
I've looked at it. It's gibberish.
Eight, 24, 79.
Oh, August the 24th, 79 AD.
The eruption of Mount Vesuvius and the destruction of Pompeii. All eruption dates.
There's Etna, Fuji, Mount St Helens.
OK.
So she reads books and she makes lists. Does that tell us anything?
It might. Was this all photographed?
The crime scene boys are gonna send by the blow-ups. Mr Black, with respect,
we've got a missing 20-year-old psycho. I need to know where she's going...
If we're gonna know where, we have to find out why. The answer might be here.
- She was mute. She never said a word? - Not for seven years.
She's speaking now.
(radio) Suspecfs name is Cass Doyle. Five foot four, 110 pounds.
Blonde shoulder-length hair, blue eyes. She is considered dangerous.
Charlie Two, what's your location? Over.
You're Charlie Two, aren't you?
- Then tell them. - (radio) Charlie Two, do you copy?
This is Charlie Two. I'm about two miles north of Vantage, just short of Madison.
Charlie Two out.
- (radio) Charlie Two, ten-four. - Look, lady. You should give up.
This is all just gonna end really badly if you don't.
- What's your name? - Joe.
I know it will end badly, Joe.
The FBI will be here soon if they're not here already.
- They'll never give up. - Give up what?
Trying to kill me.
Why are we here?
- Looking for that head. - No, why is the Bureau here?
Single homicide, obvious perpetrator. Why not the local police?
I was ordered out here, that's good enough for me.
Is there a reason Agent Hollis isn't here?
No reflection on you, Agent Baldwin, I just want to know.
She's on leave. Apparently, she's exhausted,
so McClaren told her to take a couple of weeks off.
I'm going back up.
Suppose you must be used to these weird ones.
Is he your boss, Frank Black?
No.
No, he just consults for me every once in a while.
Is he like one of those prof tiers?
You know, that stuff is really kinda outdated.
Take one look at a crime scene, you think you know what a killer's...
Oh, my God.
(man) This is the Doyle living room.
There's no disturbance here.
We're gonna go upstairs now, to the master bedroom,
where we found Mrs Doyle.
In bed.
Shot in the back of the head, just behind the right ear.
Looks like it was point-blank.
Entrance and exit wounds are consistent with .9mm.
I want you to get this, too.
- (Emma) Frank. - Hey.
- Heard McClaren told you... - Yeah.
Hey, don't be ashamed of needing a rest, Emma.
No, I'm fine, Frank. I'm just going nuts in my apartment, that's all.
- This the runaway girl? - You been following this?
Yeah, I saw Barry Baldwin on TV. Not quite his normal suave self.
No, he just had a head drop on him.
Crime scene. The child's parents' house, seven years ago.
Mother was dead in the bedroom, father...
(man) Some kind of pursuit here.
The girl had the gun, so I guess dad's running.
Till they get to the shed.
I found the body, the father's body, over here.
Right next to the woodpile.
They found Cass, the daughter,
over here, just sitting next to the murder weapon.
You want to hold that up?
So they never found the head. It was an isolated house.
Police didn't even show up till 36 hours after their deaths.
She must have been strong, to cut a man's head off.
Well, they think she shot him first. Same way she killed the mother.
Mr Doyle's head was never found, so they couldn't prove it either way.
The Gervase Hospital. An orderly was killed. Decapitated.
Head was in the ceiling of the men's room.
- No blood anywhere. She cleaned up? - Yeah.
So she hides the head, but arranges the body in full view.
Kneeling, as if in prayer.
In prayer to whom, for what?
Why are we on this, Frank?
Favour to the local law enforcement, apparently.
- The mother. Where was she shot? - Single shot to the head, behind the ear.
- Like an execution? - Yeah.
Well. Pretty impressive for a 15-year-old.
- Any signs of trouble before? - None.
She was an excellent student. Brilliant, even.
Had an IQ of 130.
Does any of this make sense, Frank?
The hospital room. If there's sense to be made,
it's here.
(man) Seven years after police found 15-year-old Cassie Doyle
waiting beside he! Parents' butchered bodies, the girl has escaped...
- I didn't do it. - They found you with the bodies.
I found my mother and father dead. What was I supposed to do, just run away?
(man) FBI Agent Barry Baldwin, who now heads the manhunt...
FBI. I told you. Why do you think they're involved?
- Cos you killed somebody. - Why is the FBI investigating a murder?
Isn't that your job? Ask them.
Get on the radio and ask why men in suits are here. It was men in suits who did it.
Stop, stop.
Men in suits. FBI.
You did something. Some trick with the radio.
- How could you do that to me? - I didn't do anything.
Look, this had to end. Give up, please.
And let them kill me?
- Why would they kill you? - Because of what I know.
What do you know?
I could show you. There's a place that I could show you everything.
- What is it? - Oh, just take me there and I'll show you.
Look, they're coming. What are you gonna do?
They're gonna kill me like my mother and father. Please don't let them, Joe, please.
- They're not gonna kill you. - They are. I know what I know.
Everything connects. A butterfly flaps its wings. I die.
Here.
I couldn't have hurt you, Joe. Not ever.
Keep your head down.
- Hollis. Thought you were on leave. - What happened here?
The car is Deputy Joe McNulty's. One of the mobile units involved in the search.
Radio contact till about 1.15, when we waved
him through a roadblock. Then he vanished.
Passer-by saw the car, called it in.
McNulty's house is 400 yards that way. His car is gone, still no sign of the body.
There won't be a body.
- How do you know? - For seven hours she was in the back seat.
He drove through a roadblock with her. He's on her side now.
They've been driving seven hours, but they're 20 miles from where they started.
- Where's she going, Frank? - I don't know. I don't think she does.
It's obvious. She's going home. For her father's head.
She knows where it is. She's going to get it.
Her home is less than 50 miles away. Why hasn't she gone there already?
Maybe she has.
Brought you some clothes... and some water.
You should probably get changed, so we can get going.
What is it?
Oh.
It's OK. You can turn around now, I'm decent.
I'm sorry. I guess I'm not used to privacy.
Like my tattoo?
It's OK.
Did it myself.
Our best guess is that Cass Doyle's
destination is her parents' old house in Luray,
where she may have some unfinished business.
Luray sheriff will be keeping a watch on the house.
Now, she is most likely gonna be in a 1994 blue Ford Explorer,
driven by Derby County Sheriffs Deputy Joseph McNulty.
Whether or not he's a willing accomplice at this time, we do not know.
These were taken from the walls of her room at the hospital.
There may be some meaning in them, they may just be a smokescreen.
As far as we're concerned, she's a multiple killer and we want her on the inside.
- So let's go. - (Frank) The orderly she killed.
Roger Shivley. Do we know anything more about him?
Nothing significant, other than his bad luck.
Joined the hospital six days ago from the Army Medical Corps.
- (Frank) His military record? - Kuwait, Somalia...
I really don't know what significance this...
Hang on. The palms.
It's military insignia.
Like the kind used by the German Africa Corps in the Second World War.
It's been picked up by other special forces units since then.
Are you suggesting there's a connection?
I don't know, but maybe we should be looking a bit harder into this.
What these walls have to say.
Her father's background, for example. Maybe he's ex-special forces.
Fine. Do you want to do that, Agent Hollis?
Or are you, in fact, on leave?
- I'm happy to do that. - Good.
The rest of us will help the local PD find the girl.
Case's dad. Kieran Doyle. Colonel, US Marine Corps, three tours in Vietnam.
Job at the Pentagon, defence procurement.
Transferred to State Department, 1985.
First overseas posting, 1988.
Cultural affairs officer, US embassy, Tokyo, Japan.
But look at his security clearance. Highest level.
And he was a cultural affairs officer and didn't speak a word of Japanese.
- CIA? - Given his background, I'd say DIA.
Defense Intelligence Agency.
My dad, he was in that world. A research scientist.
There's a game we used to play, "Spot the Spy."
Case's father is a spy?
1990, '91, nothing, or at least nothing they want us to know. Then:
1992, security officer, Gibson Desert, Western Australia.
Didn't last long. April 7th, 1992, he gets
compassionate leave for unspecified reasons.
He's posted home. Arrives April 11th, 1992.
- And a week later he's dead. - OK.
If I were paranoid, I could read it like this.
A senior military intelligence officer,
with access to highly sensitive material, is suddenly shipped home.
Soon as he gets there, he and his wife are murdered.
She by a single bullet to the head,
he, we don't know how, because his head is never found.
His daughter is there, the assumed perpetrator.
So traumatised she doesn't speak for seven years. That doesn't make sense, does it?
Unless he was about to divulge something, so they silenced him,
but somehow he got it to the girl first and now they're after her.
Who are "they", Emma? This whole military intelligence thing,
we're running with it because a girl drew crossed palms on a wall.
No. We are running with it because a whole lot doesn't make sense. You know that.
I'm sorry.
Maybe I am reading too much into this.
You know what? I'm gonna call it a day.
Emma...
I guess McClaren was right. I do need a rest.
See you later.
(Cass) It's so beautiful.
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
My dad used to take me walking places like this.
Dad, huh?
You still don't believe me.
We were just a family. We were a normal family.
- How'd it happen, then? - How does anything happen?
All of this, trees, mountains, river, all of it was just a ball.
This ball of gas.
Spinning in space, you know? One of billions.
But somehow, this one ball of gas...
flowered.
Into earth, sea, sky.
You and me.
How could that have happened?
Accident. One in a billion.
Everything about us is an accident.
What?
That blue eye you see me with.
Darwin's eye.
Iris, cornea, retina. An accident evolution couldn't explain.
We happened by accident. We're gonna end by accident.
- How can you believe all that stuff, Cass? - We happened by accident.
Didn't we?
Melissa.
(knocking)
Daddy.
Daddy?
No.
Daddy, please.
Melissa?
(man) Physically he's fine, Emma. He's just exhausted.
- (Emma) Exhausted by what? - What he's going through.
He can feel he's losing his grip on reality, on memory.
But it's so sudden. He's too young.
I don't understand.
Is it sudden? Yes. Is he young? Yes. I told
you before this disease chooses its own pace.
But, he'll be able to lead a normal life for a while.
- He can't live on his own. - I agree.
He'll need a live-in, or he could come live here with you, or perhaps your mother.
She kind of abrogated responsibility 20 years ago.
Who is that?
My sister, Melissa. She was murdered at our home when she was ten.
My father had folded her face into flowers.
Let him sleep as long as he likes. I'll come by tomorrow first thing.
If anything crops up, just call me.
Thank you.
(man) We know what you did, Cass. We're just trying to find out why.
Now, if you don't understand, well...
Well, that's OK too.
You gotta tell us what happened to your daddy.
Don't you want him to be buried like a Christian?
Mr Black.
Agent Baldwin. How are you doing?
We have a sighting up in the mountains. Hikers saw them up at a beauty spot.
Asylum, roadblock, McNulty's car, mountains.
Girl's house is here.
You see a pattern?
- She's marking time. - Marking time for what?
I don't know. I don't know, don't know.
Daddy?
It's me, Emma.
What do the palms mean?
Why did you turn her eyes into palms?
Is this it?
No. But we need to sleep.
Cass, you said you were taking me where...
Not yet.
You said you could prove it. That's where we were going.
Not yet.
I'm sorry.
Where we're going, what you're going to see, isn't good.
This, here, with you, this is...
The closest that I've ever been to happy.
I don't want it to end.
Not yet.
- We'd like a room. - All right, coming right up.
Numero 146. That'|| be $35.
327.
Well, that's on the second floor.
That's what we want. 327.
OK. Numero 327.
Think he recognised me?
He just thinks you're Madonna.
(phone rings)
Hello, this is Emma Hollis. Please leave a message.
Emma, it's Frank. I'm sorry for calling so late,
I wanted to tell you something about the palms.
- Hello? - Who is this?
- This is James Hollis. - Oh, you're Emma's father.
I am.
I'm afraid Emma went out.
Uh, do you know where she went?
She was concerned about the palms.
- Well, could you please tell her I called? - I will tell her.
- Are you staying there, with Emma? - Yes.
- I'm losing my mind. - I'm sorry?
I will tell her about the palms.
(hangs up)
Thank you.
Hi.
- Are you OK, Emma? - Yeah.
I just thought I'd take a look at the real deal.
The real deal?
The really mad.
She is nuts, isn't she? All this is just gibberish really, isn't it?
I phoned your apartment, Emma. I spoke to your father.
He's not well. That's all.
I called because I did a search for the crossed palms.
There was nothing in Case's father's record. Not anything.
If this means anything, it only means something to her.
Yeah, but what? What?
- Oh, my God. - It's her.
It's all about her.
Close your eyes.
- Cass. - Don't look.
Promise me you won't look.
Yeah, that's it. Keep them shut.
See now.
- If it's all her, what are the walls? - Trying to make sense of what happened.
Which was? This cannot just be about her.
Emma. Don't keep looking for conspiracies. Things are simpler than they seem.
While my father's cutting up my sister's face and turning it into flowers.
What's simple about that?
I didn't know. I'm sorry.
No. I shouldn't have mentioned it. What do you want me to do?
- Are you OK to? - Yeah, I'm OK.
I want you to go back to Quantico. I need more background on Roger Shivley.
Want to see the head or the body?
- Can you tell if he had sex? - When?
- Before he died. - What on earth is this about?
Can you tell if he had sex?
I'm no pathologist, but...
There was semen in the urethra. He had sex just before he was killed.
- What's going on, Mr Black? - Thank you.
Corporal Roger Shivley.
There's a note on his file of an investigation by the military police
into an alleged rape in Saudi Arabia.
Case never came to court, but he left the army shortly after.
Pathologist's report suggests he had sex before he was killed.
The body was kneeling, but that didn't mean praying.
It meant spying. A Peeping Tom.
The door he was kneeling against, it was a bathroom, shower, something.
Yes, inmate's shower room. Where is this heading, Frank?
Why cut off his head? Because he had seen her.
By cutting off the head, she blinds him.
- She unmans him. - But he! Father?
He'd been away three years, going through God knows what. High stress, secret ops.
He returns home and finds his daughter a young woman.
- He raped her. - But not at the house.
The head wasn't found at the house.
- Then where? - What do we have?
Wild palms, crossed palms.
Look in the local directory, see if you can find anything.
Cass?
OK. Only four miles from Case's house there's a Palm Court Motel.
- That's all I can find. - That sounds like it.
Call out the cavalry. Tell 'em to come quick and quiet.
- What the hell? - A young couple checked in last night.
A blonde, straight hair. Which room?
327. She asked for 327.
(barb)
Stay in there, Joe. I want you to stay in there and don't come out, OK? Please?
- Cass? - Shh.
- Cass, I know you're in there. - What do you want?
- I just want to make sure you're OK. - Who are you?
- My name's Frank. - But who are you, Frank?
Where's Joe, Cass? Why can't he speak to me?
Don't say anything. Stay quiet.
Let me speak to him.
He doesn't want to, he's with me. Are you one of them?
(engine noise)
- What was that? - It's just someone moving in next door.
It's them, isn't it? They're here to kill me.
Nobody is going to kill you, Cass. Let me inside so we can speak, you and me and Joe.
What's he doing? Anyone got a shot?
Where's Joe, Cass? Joe?
We're running out of time here, Cass.
Did you let Joe see you, Cass?
What do you mean?
Did you let him see you?
Well, he had to see me. He has Darwin's eye.
Let him go. You don't want to hurt him, Cass.
- I could never hurt him. I love him. - Then let him go.
I would never have used it. I couldn't have.
I didn't do it.
I didn't.
They found this in there, too. She packed it in lime. Hid it in the ceiling.
(phone rings)
Emma Hollis.
(man) He's made hundreds of copies, all the same, but he won't stop.
I asked, but he was violent.
He's frightening my customers. You must make him stop.
Daddy?
- Please... - No!
Daddy, stop. Stop.
Daddy, stop. Stop it. Daddy. Daddy.
Stop it, now, stop it.
Stop.
Emma. Where've you been?
I was working. I'm sorry.
That's OK. We got to earn a living, haven't we?
Yeah.
(Cass) How much do we see with Darwin's eye?
How much are we seen?
We watch, and we're watched.
Something imposes order, and something imposes accident.
Order and accident. One and the same.
What matters is survival.
Survival of the fittest.
Darwin was right about that, anyway.
Visiontext Subtitles: Paul Burns
(child) I made this!
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