(GATE CREAKING)
(SCREECHING)
(DOG HOWLING)
(SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(CACKLING)
(CRYPTKEEPER SPEAKING)
CRYPT KEEPER: Read the next Iine for me, pIease.
MAN: Okay. I see ''M'', ''D'', ''C''...
Okay, that's enough.
I think I see what the probIem is.
Your eyes are in terribIe shape.
ProbabIy from watching too much TaIes from the Crypt.
(CHUCKLING)
To fix it we wiII require cohacktive Ienses
maybe even radio scare-totomy.
AIthough, there is another test I couId perform.
We'II start by turning out the Iights and making you Iook at this.
It's a nasty nugget about a writer who's pretty fear-sighted himseIf.
I caII this one ''Confession.''
(CAR HONKING)
-WiII you cordon off the whoIe buiIding? -Yeah.
WiII do, sir.
Sir...
Oh, yes. A nice pIace.
Where's the Inspector?
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
-Inspector Herbert. -HeIIo, Minty.
-Where is she? -In there.
HERBERT: Same as before?
MINTY: Same as before.
-Find the head? -No.
Third one, Minty.
TeII me something I don't know.
I wish I couId.
Three women. Three missing heads.
And no Ieads.
(CHUCKLING MOCKINGLY)
MINTY: What's so funny?
I can see the tabIoids now,
-''HeadIess GirI in TopIess CIub.'' -That's rich.
Ever think about a career in journaIism?
No, too cutthroat for me.
-Sir, they've caught him. -MINTY: Where?
-WindmiII Street. -How do they know it's him?
BiIIings found him. He was washing his hands in the aIIey.
-The boys think it's bIood. -Caught red-handed.
Terry, get your boys over to that aIIey now.
-Who do you want for the interrogation? -I want our man Jack.
-I want a conviction. -MINTY: Scrimpy, get me Jack Lynch.
SCRIMP: But sir, but Jack doesn't Iike to be bothered on his bowIing night.
BowIing? I don't care if it's his wedding night,
you find me Jack Lynch and you find him now!
Yes, sir.
Whose bright idea was this?
No, Iet me guess, Minty.
Herbert and Minty both.
I'm sorry, Jack. It's the missing head case.
''Big case on the Iine, caII in Jack. Jack's our man.
''Jack wiII make us Iook good.'' Wankers.
TeII them to go fuck themseIves.
Yes, sir.
Since when is it a crime to wash your hands in this town?
Answer me!
Iknow you're in there.
Do you have any idea who Iam?
Do you?
-He's the one. -He's our psycho.
Most seriaI kiIIers have a truncated sense of identity.
Their frustration stems from the feeIing that
no matter how fierce their ambitions, they can never attain the pIace
in society they desire.
SubconsciousIy, they Iong for the internationaI ceIebrity
that comes with their capture.
-Where'd you hear that? -Jack toId me.
He's good.
TeII me something I don't know.
I wish I couId.
Jack's arrived, sir. I gave him the fiIe.
-What did he say? -He toId you to go and...
He said that he'd be here in a minute, sir.
AIways carrying that bowIing baII around Iike some kind of bIoody trophy.
SeriaI kiIIers coIIect trophies, you know.
Might take a bit of cIothing, a neckIace, something to remind them of their victim.
Some of them have even have the nerve to wear it in pubIic.
To fIaunt their crime in the face of justice.
More fun facts from the station's foremost expert on seriaI kiIIings.
And ten-pin champion.
BowIed another 600 series tonight,
-685 to be exact. -So?
Do you think I have any idea what you're talking about?
Just know it's good.
Very good.
(DOOR LOCK BUZZING)
Must be hard to live with perfection.
Somebody's got to do it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
JACK.: According to my paperwork you've waived your right to a Iawyer.
WARHOL.: Of course. This is a joke. I didn't kill anyone.
Then, for the record, you admit to signing these documents.
Yes. Can we get on with it?
Absolutely.
You're gonna be eating shit for this, you do know that.
You're going to be sucking a shit shake out of a crazy straw.
I Iook forward to it.
Sure, you do.
Great, being hauIed in here isn't bad enough,
I'm now face-to-face with the Dirty Harry of bowIing.
-Says in your statement you're a writer. -Yeah, what of it?
-What kind of writing? -ScreenpIays.
-For fiIms? -Correct! You won a cookie.
Can I go now?
WepulIed your credits off the Internet Movie Database.
Says here you wrote something for a teIevision program caIIed
TaIes From The Crypt. What's that?
Ancient history, years ago.
I was a kid. They rewrote everything I did.
It's been canceIed now. Serves them bIoody right.
You've been pretty successfuI since then though, haven't you?
The DeviI's Banjo, The Incubus Club,
-Doctor Brimstone. -AII huge on video.
And you've even got a fiIm in the cinemas now.
Passover.
That's right, Passover.
It's been number one for the past two weeks.
Four and a haIf weeks. 1 12 miIIion gross in the U.S. aIone.
1 12 miIIion? ReaIIy? What's your secret?
Research.
No one does enough research anymore.
Research a fiIm weII, anyone can write a good script.
-Even me? -Even you, Inspector.
-So teII me about Passover. -It's fucking great.
There's a seriaI kiIIer. He has...
Wait a minute. Why do you want to know...
About a seriaI kiIIer who preys on the first-born maIe infant
of each famiIy he comes across. Isn't that right?
You're not teIIing me that someone's been kiIIing
first-born kids or something?
You're trying to pin this on me?
Where do you get your ideas from, Mr. Evans?
I write this stuff. I don't Iive it.
Have you bIamed women for your troubIes?
I don't... What troubIes? I don't have troubIes.
Do you have bondage fantasies?
-Do you Iike torturing animaIs? -I wanna taIk to my Iawyer.
No, you've waived that right!
-Let's taIk about your so-caIIed research... -I've changed my mind, you asshoIe!
Okay, good.
Good.
You caII your Iawyer.
CaII a thousand Iawyers. Nobody's gonna heIp you.
You're one sad, twisted son of a bitch and I'm going to prove it.
What are you trying to do to me? I'm innocent, you bastards!
You can't fooI Jack. He's never wrong.
He's a master at psychoIogicaI profiIing.
If it's in their head, he'II find it.
TeII me something I don't know.
I wish I couId.
White woman. White kiIIer.
Statistics show most mass murderers kiII within their own ethnic group.
-Jack teII you that? -Yeah, he did.
What about Jeffrey Dahmer?
Jack said Dahmer was different.
He kiIIed outside his ethnic group, but he onIy ate the peopIe he Iiked.
So, is he guiIty, Jack?
Oh, he's guiIty, aII right.
I'm absoIuteIy convinced about it.
But the bastard's good, Scrimp.
He's very good. He's not giving anything away.
How can you be so sure that he's the one?
I don't know.
It's in his eyes,
in his gestures, the way he speaks.
IndividuaIIy,
the signs may seem insignificant,
but put them aII together
and you've got your man.
How come you didn't get promoted, Jack?
How come the other two got promoted and you didn't?
You're so much smarter than those two.
Everybody knows that.
Somebody's gotta make them Iook good.
True. They can't hoId you down forever, though.
You're too good.
You're gonna get that promotion next time.
Scrimp. Can I ask you something?
Sure, Jack.
Do you often handIe other men's baIIs without asking?
Sorry, Jack.
Here's a Iist I want you to check.
And I'm in a hurry, so be quick.
They're ready for you in the interrogation room.
-Evans is asking for you. -What about his Iawyer?
Seems he's changed his mind again.
Why?
Because that's what you want me to do.
You took the Iine of questioning down that route.
You wanted me to ask for a Iawyer, because that's what a guiIty person does
and I am not guiIty. So I am not gonna ask for a Iawyer.
Anyway I don't need some sharP kid in an Armani suit telIing me
where the Iine ofquestioning's gonna go.
Iknow where the Iine ofquestioning's gonna go.
I've written scenes Iike this, remember?
I can heIp you catch the kiIIer.
You are good. You're very good.
I know.
Did you have that same Iook on your face when you murdered these women?
You know what, Inspector?
I've worked out what I don't Iike about you.
You remind me of these no-taIent, fiIm schooI brats,
born and raised with a siIver spoon up their arse.
Later on, some of them become big, bad HoIIywood studio executives
and act Iike arrogant IittIe pricks.
But that's just to cover up the fact that they haven't got a cIue.
They're scared shitIess. Just Iike you.
You seem to be struggIing with some cIass issues.
Do you want to taIk about it?
I don't know. Does that fit in with your psychoIogicaI profiIe of a seriaI kiIIer?
-Maybe. -WeII then, you are gonna be taIking to
about a coupIe of miIIion other peopIe today as weII.
No, I think I've narrowed it down a IittIe bit more than that.
Go on then, take your best shot.
What were you doing in the aIIey?
I was washing my hands.
Ihadbeen to an occultist shop.
Mr. Finger's something-or-other. I don't remember the name.
I don't have to remember the name.
Do you aIways wash your hands immediateIy after browsing in a shop?
Yes, when someone has spiIt
virgin sheep's bIoodaII over my hands.
Ofcourse, it may havejust been red dye. I don't know about that.
Did you aIsopurchase
this in the occuIt shop?
Sure. Research, remember?
Don't teII me. The seriaI kiIIer's a Satanist as weII?
You teII me.
Look, I bought this book because I'm working on a fiIm about a Satanist
who's reincarnated as a seriaI kiIIer who onIy kiIIs other seriaI kiIIers.
-CIever. -Warner's thought so.
Paid me six figures for a two-page outIine.
I found this in your pocket. You wanna teII me about it?
They hand them out on the streets. I thought I might pop by sometime.
Did you ''pop by'' tonight?
OnIy to hide a corpse.
I'm sorry, it's a joke, it's a joke.
Look, obviousIy from the way you asked the question,
the murder's happened in this cIub, right?
Are you impotent?
Very cIever, Inspector. Throw me a curve, see how I react.
Truth is in the eyes, right?
IndividuaIIy, the facts may not add up to much,
but put them aII together and you've got your man.
I've aIso read Warden's paper on genetic markers
and the psychoIogy of the sociopathic mind.
Research, remember?
Were you ever sexuaIIy abused?
Give me a break.
Why don't you just ask me about my murder kit whiIe you're at it?
-Your what? -Knives, bandages, rope, condoms.
Like a tooI kit for murderers.
Bianchi had one. Harvey GIatman.
Have you read your Encyclopedia ofSeriaIKiIIers?
Yes, I have. Have you ever been in therapy?
-Murder is faster than therapy. -Why do you say that?
Paraphrasing Edmund Kemper.
Come on, Inspector, you're supposed to be an expert on seriaI kiIIers.
You shouId have known that one.
Look...
Let's have a Iook at the evidence.
Now,
this is murder by numbers.
No sign of a break-in here. Locks stiII boIted here.
Dinner on the tabIe.
This woman was kiIIed by someone she knew.
These women were... They knew their assaiIant.
You're Iooking for someone, someone they trust. A friend.
A priest. A poIiceman, maybe?
And this. CouId it be any more pIain?
The kiIIer is obviousIy somebody with a hard-on for authority figures.
He's tormenting his pursuers. Defying them to work out who he is.
Check your records.
Look for someone who's been sacked recentIy.
Passed over for promotion?
Ring any belIs?
And this.
ObviousIy, the kiIIer is physicaIIy very strong.
The right arm particuIarIy.
Look at the bruising here, on the right shouIder.
A sportsman, perhaps, someone...
Inspector, someone who Iikes to, perhaps, roII Iarge round baIIs
down a wooden pathway towards ten oddIy-shaped pins.
See, anybody can do this, this is fun.
Look, Iknow the Iaw.
You can onIy hoId me for 24 hours. You're gonna charge me or reIease me.
I've shown you what I know. I seem to know just about as much as you.
That's not saying much.
And what if I toId you that
the woman we found murdered tonight was a soIdier's wife.
-Do you know what that wouId mean? -I have absoIuteIy no idea.
But I'm damn sure you're gonna teII me.
It wouId mean that according to the ProfessionaI Terrorists Act,
I couId hoId you for a Iot Ionger than 24 hours.
What the fuck are you taIking about?
I couId hoId you indefiniteIy. CertainIy Iong enough to search your fIat.
This soIdier's wife stuff is a Ioad of buIIshit.
-You have no right... -As a suspected terrorist,
Mr. Evans, you have no rights.
This is Iike a scene out ofsome bad fiIm!!
He's the fuckingpsycho!! Not me!!
You're right, this is fun.
I wanna make a phone caII.
Keep it short.
You're too kind.
HeIIo?
Hi, baby? Hi, it's me.
Listen to me. I've been arrested, right?
No, no, it's okay. It's aII buIIshit.
I've been arrested. I want you to phone Stuart.
TeII him to get some peopIe on this, right,
'cause I may want to sue these bastards.
Okay? Now, I want you to pack a bag. No, just Iisten to me.
Pack a bag and I want you to get out of town.
Go see your mum, okay?
And you know in the back of the cupboard, you know my bIack bag.
You know that square one? Take that with you, right?
Dump it.
Yeah, just... Just dump it.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
(SHOUTING)
JACK: Let's begin again, shaII we?
These are your video rentaI records for the past five years.
Of 2,403 tapes rented, 2,012 of them are pornographic.
81 1 of those invoIving bondage, human sacrifice and necrophiIia.
Your onIine computer accounts,
204 of which have materiaI deemed as obscene or of an aduIt nature,
403 invoIving scenes of bestiaIity in some shape or form.
Research!
How to Make a PiPe Bomb,
How to Make a SiIencer, How to Make a Landmine.
-AII of it research. -WarhoI Evans.
FormerIy known as Kenneth Keith Landau.
Arrested by the authorities for moIestation of a minor.
Insufficient evidence.
Long time ago. I've worked hard. I've paid my debt to society.
WeII, teII that to the chiIdren you abused.
-I was acquitted. -And the women you murdered.
-I'm innocent. -Nobody's innocent.
Minty, get me the tabIoids.
I've got a story they're gonna Iove.
""Innocent HolIywood writer decapitates three women to get ahead!!""
No, I'II kiII you!
Like you kiIIed those women?
Those women who wouIdn't accept you as an equaI.
But the dead are aII equaI, aren't they?
The dead have no cIass. Isn't that right, Mr. Evans?
Isn't that what you beIieve?
Fuck you.
That's why I toId her to Iose the bag.
I knew you'd never understand.
I bought it at a fairground.
Some sort of freak show.
I thought he Iooked funny.
Where did you hide the other heads?
Without the kid's confession, we had nothing.
No bIood. No weapon. Nothing.
-Just red dye. -But Jack knew better.
Sure he did. He's the reaI deaI. A pro.
Damn right. He got inside Evan's head.
Read him Iike a bad script.
Jack gets what Jack wants.
He's a naturaI.
-A poIiceman's poIiceman. -He's the best.
TeII me something I don't know.
Too bad about WarhoI.
If he had kept his mouth shut,
he wouIdn't have gotten ahead of himseIf.
StiII, I think prison might work as a career move.
I hear great things about their chop pIacement.
(CACKLING)
WeII, kiddies, your condition isn't as bad as I thought.
A prescription for die-focaIs shouId do the trick.
Otherwise, your eyes are perfectIy fine.
Want me to put them back in your head for you?
(CACKLING)