[ Sirens Wailing ]
[Man] #Dead, I'm the one exterminating son ♪
#Slipping through the trees strangling the breeze ♪
#Dead, I'm the sky watching angels cry ♪
#As they slowly turn conquering the worm ♪
##[Continues, Indistinct]
#Dead I'm the pool spreading from the fool ♪
♪ Weakened want you need Nowhere as you bleed ♪
#Dead I'm the rat Feast upon the cat ♪
♪ Tender is the fur Dying as you purr ♪
##[Continues, Indistinct]
[ Grunts ]
[Man] It's never quite that easy.
You go through the door, and they're never just sitting there waiting for you...
with a welcoming smile on their face.
Best you can do is hope they fuck up...
and do what you can to be there when they do.
And then blame yourself for the killings?
Oh, no. I blame the asshole who did them.
This man's whole life is about killing.
He studies it. He knows forensics.
He understands police procedure.
He prepares methodically so as to not to leave any evidence at the scene.
After he picks his target, he'll watch her for weeks.
He'll study every detail of her routine—
When she comes home. When she goes to sleep.
In the morning before the sun comes up,
he can walk right up next to her.
Even though the sun's still down, no one perceives it as night.
Women who are careful at midnight, walk around half-naked seven hours later.
Finally, he'll pick a day.
Takes a kit of tools and props—
duct tape, handcuffs, a weapon— whatever he needs.
He'll let himself in.
That night, she'll get home.
Go about her business, unaware that he's in the house.
[ Muffled Screams ]
Oh... this is good.
##[Waltz]
Shall we dance? [ Whimpering ]
No, don't play hard to get.
This will be fun.
Shh.
Shh. It's over. It's all right.
Shh. [ Whimpering ]
I said, "Shut... up."
[ Whimpering ]
[Man] When she passes out... from foreordain,
he'll revive her over and over again to—
Um— [ Scoffs ]
What were you going to say?
Time's up.
[Dog Barking In Distance]
[ Sighs ]
[Car Alarm Blaring In Distance]
[ Woman ] Joel.
[ Laughs ]
[Killer] Why did you turn away from me?
Why was it so hard for you to accept?
'Cause you know I did it for you.
You came so close to me that night.
I remember clearly what I felt when I heard your footsteps following behind me.
- [ Panting ] - Pride.
I thought it would keep us together forever.
For me,
it was our finest moment.
I can still see the flames.
[ Groans ]
Oh! [ Panting ]
[ Retching ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Sniffling ]
Shit. What the fuck?
Oh, fuck!
[ Sighs ]
[ Chattering ]
[Sirens Wailing]
[Police Radio Chatter]
[ Horn Honks ]
[Woman] I didn't see anything.
[Chattering]
Wanda, you wanna run that in to Sarge? Right on it.
Hey, I'm Detective Mackie. Welcome to my crime scene.
Can I help you find anything?
I'm just going home. I live upstairs.
Did you not happen to notice that yellow police tape marked "Do Not Cross" ?
If you're done with that, I'll just take it and go home. Do you know this woman?
I've never seen her. What happened? Is she dead?
Oh, I haven't made any reference to homicide.
Why would you hasten to such a conclusion?
Well, you got half the block taped off, and you got what,
about a dozen cops in there, fuckin' up your crime scene?
It just doesn't seem like someone boosting stereos to me.
Look here. Give me a call if you think of anything.
All right?
[ Siren Wailing ]
[ Horn Honks ]
[Phone Rings]
Hello. Yeah, this is Hollis. Hello.
This is Campbell. I'm the guy— We met last night.
Yeah, Joel Campbell. Our ex-F.B.I. friend from apartment 805.
We did a little checking on you after you after you left. What can I do for you?
I can hardly— Are you busy? It sounds like you're in the middle of something.
Yeah, some genius jacked a Honda a couple blocks ago. That's an '86.
- What, do you want me to call you back? - No.
When did she die, the girl?
Monday night. Three days ago. Why?
'Cause I know who did it. And how might you know that?
He mailed me a picture of her still alive.
I got it three days ago— Monday morning.
Hold on a minute, Campbell. Teen hoodis on the run.
[ Sighs ]
Okay. Sorry to keep you.
Now... you wanna meet me back at my office? All right.
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
Is it your custom to open your mail four days after you get it?
Nope. Sometimes it takes up to two weeks.
Well, this would appear...
to answer any questions we had whether these two cases were related.
[ Scoffs ] Goodness gracious.
Nothin' like a good serial killing to kick off the holiday season.
Right in here.
Gimme a minute in that room. Okay, Lieutenant.
We got him sending his pictures in the mail.
Campbell, hell, we oughta get Bob Barker in on this son of a bitch.
It's a damn game show.
His last alias was David Allen Griffin.
I worked the case for three and a half years in Los Angeles.
We attributed at least 11 homicides to him.
- What's he doing in Chicago? - I assume he's still strangling young women with piano wire.
All the victims were left partially unclothed, and all the swabs came back negative.
Exactly. No touchy, no feely.
Have you ever seen this guy?
No. No one's ever seen him.
Well, then we can't necessarily conclude it's the same fella, can we?
Come on. He sent me fuckin' pictures.
Shoved the vic right up my ass in my own fucking building.
##[Hip-Hop]
- Sorry. - It's quite all right.
You looked adorable.
This film stock says it's for exterior sunshine,
but... how does it handle in fluorescence?
Uh, I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about.
I just work here.
- You do film processing here. - Uh, yeah, one hour.
- Do you mind? - Sure.
- What are you doing? - I'm going to test it out.
[ Film Winding ]
I'm gonna shoot some pictures,
and you're going to process them for me.
[ Growls ]
Perfect.
Yeah, chief of Chicago P.D. already called.
Not surprising, I suppose, they're inviting us in on this.
They're setting up a joint task force as we speak.
[ Sighs ] I'd like to know if you think you can handle it on our end.
I know that in L.A.--
Oh, no, this isn't L.A. It's not my job anymore.
You know what? The only reason that your burnt-out, messed-up ass...
is standing in my office is because you had a three-year head start on us.
This perp is set on putting you in the middle of this shit whether we like it or not.
You're right. The field office in L.A. has the relevant files.
I can't tell you anything that's not in them.
I'm sorry.
Mike. Excuse me.
Mike, we got several sets of prints off the FedEx envelope and the photo itself.
I'm sorry. This is none of my business, but, uh,
you can run the prints.
You're gonna get me, the driver, three guys from the warehouse,
Santa Claus... a whole bunch of elves.
Definitely not this guy.
Who the hell is that?
[ Scoffs, Groans ] Run it.
Yes, sir.
[Thunderclap]
[Woman] ♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Can't anybody see ♪
Well, you're young.
Do you plan to live on disability your whole life?
I take 200 milligrams of Seconal just so I can sleep two and a half hours a night.
Twice a day, I take 400 milligrams of acebutolol...
and 20 milligrams of lotensen for high blood pressure.
I self-inject migraine medicine whenever the fuck I please.
They don't... mix well with work.
Hmm.
Maybe you're just afraid.
Fuckin' right.
I am afraid.
Okay.
Let's talk about that.
I go places, and I forget why I'm there.
I miss exits on the freeway.
I'm lucky to... find my way home from the grocery store.
And if I do, then...
most of the time I've forgotten my groceries.
But yet, you make it here every week.
Twice a week.
Yeah.
You do.
What if the next picture that arrived was of your daughter?
Would you really want me to be the one looking for her?
Yes.
Yes... I would.
#From this moment ♪
#How can it feel ♪
♪ This wrong ♪
[Birds Squawking]
[ Laughs ]
[Phone Ringing]
[ Ringing ]
[ Rings ]
Hello. Hi. It's me.
Me?
Me who?
It's freaking cold here. Why'd you move here?
What the fuck do you want from me?
You hardly leave your apartment. And when you do, it's to eat...
at that same terrible Vietnamese restaurant night after night.
You seem so bored. I was expecting a warmer welcome.
I didn't fuckin' ask you here, did I?
The guy they replaced you with—
I tried to make it work, but we just didn't see eye to eye at all.
I was going to quit the game entirely, but then I thought, "Chicago's not so bad."
At least you didn't move to New Jersey, right?
Yeah.
So, why don't you grab a pen?
I'll give you the name and number of the... agent that's on your case.
You can... share your inner turmoil with him 'cause I don't give a shit.
I know your job is hard, Joel,
so I'm willing to take steps to try and make things work between us.
- What are you talking about? - The photos, Joel.
I'll send you a picture, and you can have a day to try to find her.
I'll give you till 9:00. What do you say, Joel?
I say I should have moved to New jersey, asshole.
[ Chuckles ] Good night, Joel.
[ Doorbell Rings ]
[Woman Whimpering]
Are you all right? I think so.
[Dog Barking In Distance]
[Knock At Door]
Shit!
[Knocking Continues]
Who is it? [Woman] Flowers for Joel Campbell.
You didn't answer the phone. The door downstairs was open, so I thought I'd just bring—
[ Nervous Laugh ]
Put the flowers on the floor.
Thank you.
[Griffin's Voice] The photos, Joel.
I'll send you a picture, and you can have a day to try to find her.
[Joel's Voice] No, I've never seen her. Is she dead?
I haven't made any reference to homicide. Why would you hasten to such a conclusion?
Are you just afraid? Fuckin 'right. I'm afraid.
What if the next picture that arrived was of your daughter?
Really want me to be the one looking for her?
[Therapist] Yes. [Griffin] I'll send you a picture.
You can have a day to try to find her.
I got this a half hour ago.
I want the case.
Can you handle it?
I guess we'll find out.
What else did this asshole say last night?
That's everything.
We already have a trap and trace on that line and on your cell phone.
What is that? What is that, a bird?
This is a poster. Looks like it was shot inside.
Could be taken anywhere.
It was processed commercially.
See if these numbers are traceable. If not, get me a list...
of every place in the city that prints on this Kodak paper. You got it.
Is that mine? Thanks.
I'm sorry. I can't remember your name. Mitch Casper.
Mitch, get this in the computer and blow it up.
Find out what's behind her on the wall. That thing right there.
Find out what kind of earrings she's wearing, what kind of blouse that is.
- What's that on her glasses? - Reflection, yeah.
Find out something about her. Anything.
Both girls are basically loners, very little social contact.
The last girl's parents were deceased.
No close friends as far as we can tell. Is that his victim profile?
No. I mean, the victims were always young women,
but he's sending pictures now.
He's only gonna target loners. You know, women people don't notice.
He's not gonna send me a picture of the prom queen.
Yeah. Well, listen. Before we go any further,
we're gonna have to make a decision as to whether to go to the press with this.
We gotta make it now.
Look. There's no decision to make. There is shit else we can do for this woman.
Let's get him in front of the cameras.
They're gonna like him.
All I can tell you at this time is that...
we have substantial reason to believe this woman's life is in serious danger.
The Chicago Police Department and the F.B.I. are working in concert...
to try and locate her, and we're gonna be grateful for any help...
you guys can give us in this endeavor.
Every hour is critical. That's all. [Cameras Clicking]
[ Reporters Murmuring ]
[ Man On TV ] This young woman is missing.
Authorities are frantically searching for her. They fear for her safety.
[ Woman On TV ] Any information on the whereabouts or the identity of the woman...
police are referring to as "Jane Doe, "please call the number on your screen.
[Man #2 On TV] This is the photograph of an unknown young woman...
who they say might fall victim to a murder if she is not located by 9.:00.
[Mitch] "What kind of earrings are those? What kind of blouse is that?"
What are you bitching about? Oh, come on, Diana.
This was my case. Ibby opens the door and in flies "Captain Barbiturate."
You know, I don't care how well he knows this creep.
I say if his pupils don't dilate, then we don't need him.
Ma 'am, there— There hasn't been a reward established,
but I'm sure something can be done.
[ Woman On Phone, Indistinct ]
Okay. Today? Was that today?
[ Woman Continues, Indistinct ] Okay, thank you. We'll check it out.
- Anything yet? - Eighty-five, ninety calls in the last fifteen minutes.
I mean, lots of "maybes" and "possibles."
We're trying to sift through the shit, but there's a lot of it.
[Woman On TV] Despite a massive search this afternoon,
police still have not located the anonymous woman whose photo was received this morning.
They continue to rely on your help in this frightening case.
Mitch.
What is that? A sign? Uh-huh.
- See? - Yeah, all right.
I'll enhance the drum scan. We'll bring it even closer, and we'll see what we got.
All right? Fuck.
Yeah. The numbers are only relevant...
if you find the location where it was processed. [ Cell Phone Rings ]
- What about the paper? - The list is on its way.
Eleven hundred locations. Eleven hun— What?
Do you know where there's a Lou Mitchell's restaurant on Oak Street?
Yeah, it's in the Gold Coast area. We'll take it. Let's run.
[Woman] Yep, I'm pretty sure that washer.
She was wearing a headband. Was she alone or eating with someone?
Uh, she was alone. When was the last time you saw her?
I don't know. Sometime last week.
Can you be more specific? What day?
No. Not without making shit up.
We don't want you to do that. I want every employee that worked here in the last week...
in the restaurant within the hour— managers, cooks,
dishwashers, cashiers. That's gonna be hard.
Life is hard. Pull every credit card sale for the week.
Eliminate men, married women, anyone over 40. We need to call every one of them.
Got it. I gotta be on the phone. See if we can get some help.
Okay. Can you spare anyone?
I'll get you all the help you want.
Good. We'll fax them a list of names. They need to start making calls.
I'm on it.
[Chattering]
[Woman] Okay. Thank you very much.
[Woman On TV] Authorities are hoping that as millions...
return home from work and turn on the television, that someone will recognize this young woman.
They are taking this threat on her life very seriously.
What the fuck do you want me to say? It's five to 6:00, for Christ's sake.
If they're not home, call back in 45 minutes.
They're getting home from work.
Excuse me. Check this out.
You were right. It's definitely...
"A-P" and the line is an exclamation point.
Does that mean anything to you?
Add a "C-R" to it, it spells "Crap."
[ Chuckles ] No. What do you want me to say?
Yeah, that's true. It spells "Crap."
One of your waitresses saw her here sometime last week.
Look at the picture carefully and tell me if you remember her.
Sorry, man. I make it a point to pay as little attention to the customers as possible.
- Does it seem like playtime to you? - No.
Take a look at the fucking picture and tell me if you saw her.
- I never saw her. - You sure?
Yeah. That's too bad.
Thank you for coming in.
Come on, darling. Click on your television set.
It's Thursday night, goddamn it. "Must-see TV."
Earlier today, we told you investigators were combing the streets of Chicago...
searching for this woman— a woman they are...
referring to as "Jane Doe. " Put up the fuckin' number. Let's go. Come on.
They are still in need of your help.
- Come on! Don't take— - The city council approves a new budget.
If that's all the help they're gonna give us— What was the time of death on the other two?
- What? - 9:00.
It's done. We're notgonna make it.
We're not gonna make it.
Okay. Good night, Ellie. See you tomorrow.
That was it. Third possible sighting in Fox Pavilion Mall.
Grab some backup. You wanna come with?
You know me, your hat's on backwards.
Talk to you later. Bye.
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]
Guys, look.
She's been sighted here on three separate occasions, okay?
Everybody we see walking around here is a possible witness.
So, I want you to fan out. I don't know if she works here, if she lives nearby.
Take these fliers. Get them to everybody in the place.
I wanna show 'em, okay? You guys come with me.
Who spoke to the most recent caller? I did.
You? Let's go. [Man] Take level three.
Can you take a look at these pictures, please?
Speak to the gentleman back here. Take a look at that, please. Thank you.
Take a look at that? Thank you.
[ Customers Chattering ]
[ Chattering ]
If you see her, please give us a call. No, I've never seen her.
Frank? Hey, Frankie!
[ Meows ] How was your day, hmm?
Oh, yeah? That's nice.
Mine? Not so good.
Excuse me. Are you the person who saw her? Yeah.
Is this her? Where? Yeah, that's her.
I saw her down there in the food court.
There? Right there? Yeah.
When? At 2:30 this afternoon.
Excuse me.
Hollis. Hollis!
What do you got?
[Joel] The photo store.
Where? Where? The photo store.
Here. Right here. This is where he shot it.
See? There's our little bird. Hello?
- Hey! Hey! - Sorry.
Do you know this woman?
Uh, yeah. She just started working here.
It's Ellie. I'll need her phone number and last name. Right now.
Get her number now. Okay. I have to call my boss.
- Do it. Do it! - Okay.
- Goddamn cows. - [ Phone Rings ]
[TV, Indistinct] [ Phone Continues Ringing ]
[TV Off] [ Ring ]
Hello.
[ Woman On Phone Indistinct ] Mom? Calm down. What is it?
[ Meows ]
[Ellie] No, I'm sure that you're overreacting.
Gimme a break. Why are you saying that?
Look, Mom. I very much doubt that your pharmacist is just trying to poison you.
[ Woman On Phone Indistinct ]
Can we not do this right now, Mom? I'm in the middle of a movie.
Yeah, Mom, with a man. [ Purring ]
Yeah, he's cute.
I-I don't know if it's serious or not.
Look. If I tell you his name, will you let me get off the phone?
His name is Frank. Good-bye.
- [ Muffled Screams ] - [ Line Ringing ]
- Come on. Come on. - [ Screaming ]
- [ Line Ringing ] - [Phone Ringing]
Yes?
Uh, I need to speak to Ellie Buckner immediately.
Oh, she can't come to the phone right now.
No, no, please, please. Put her on the line immediately. It's a life-or-death emergency.
Not anymore it's not.
Wasn't that fun? It hasn't felt that good for years.
Wasn't it suspenseful?
Oh, yeah, that was a blast.
This way is much more fun.
It's amazing, isn't it?
We're all stacked right on top of each other,
but we don't really notice each other anymore, do we?
You notice me though, don't you, Joel?
Yeah, I notice you.
Ellie Buckner.
Single, 24, parents live in Florida.
So far, no known boyfriend.
She has a cat named Frank. Apparently, he doesn't watch the news.
Wonder what happened to that cat?
Pull the phone records, okay?
Diaries, journals, letters, address book.
See if he's in contact with these girls.
Hey, ma'am. Can you spare some change?
Hey, guys. Hey, Dad!
Dad, don't you recognize me?
Hey, sir. Can you spare some change?
What are you doing out here?
Spare changing, man. What's it look like?
- Don't you have a job or anything? - Yeah, whatever.
Look. Are you gonna give me some money, or what?
- Only if you dance with me. - Shut the fuck up.
- I'm serious. - There's no music.
- I'll lead, you follow. - [ Giggles ]
[ Laughs ]
And one, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.
Damn it. Having a tough time there, aren't you, with that?
I need a damn garden rake to eat this.
It's all in the tool.
I'm done with that for sure.
So, listen here. [ Clears Throat ]
What's the skinny on that radiant vision of loveliness down at the feds?
What's her name? Diana?
What I wouldn't give for 20 minutes with her at a drive-in and a decent bowl of chili.
Damn if you haven't found the worst restaurant in the whole city of Chicago.
A really fine restaurant. The other night, Griffin was giving me...
a hard time about it too on the telephone.
What's up? What's up?
[ Sniffs ]
What do you think the chances are he's watching us right now?
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[Dog Barking]
Hey. Hey! Get outta here.
[Car Engine Starts]
[ Tires Squeal ]
Murder suspect heading west on Commerce, near the intersection of Lincoln.
Blue, two-door sedan, mid- '80s, maybe a Ford.
[ Tires Skid ] [ Horn Honks ]
[ Car Horn Honking ]
Fuck! Goddamn it!
I'm standing outside the apartment of Ellie Buckner,
the woman who Chicago has come to know as "Jane Doe."
The harrowing search came to a tragic end about 9:20 P.M.,
when police discovered Buckner's body at her Wicker Park apartment.
It is a murder that has shocked this quiet neighborhood.
Right—
[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[ Gasps ]
[ Chattering ]
[Woman] See you later. Bye.
Excuse me.
[Phone Ringing]
I can't stay long. I just wanted to come by...
and tell you how much I appreciate...
[ Sighs ]
what you... said the other day.
How have the headaches been?
About the same.
Are you sleeping?
Some.
How's work?
It's great. I'm building an excellent fan base with the homicidal set.
How do you feel about that,
about this man following you to Chicago?
Is it a vendetta?
That's a strange question.
No, I don't think vengeance has anything to do with it.
I think there's a story, a ritual that he follows.
Over the years, I became part of the story.
It probably didn't make sense without me.
In other words, he missed you.
Odd, isn't it?
Did you miss him?
What the hell does that mean?
[ Cell Phone Rings ] Excuse me.
Sorry.
Campbell.
We received another photo. I'll be right there.
Where is she sitting?
Let's get somebody from the city up here.
See if they can tell us something about this section of sidewalk.
Is this the "El" here, you know? Parking meters.
Yep, I'm on it.
Mitch, let's get her picture in tattoo parlors.
Got it.
What's your name?
Well, usually, Mr. Abraham,
I do an introductory session,
where we both explore what you hope to get out of therapy.
If we both feel I'm the person to provide that for you,
then we can decide on a schedule together.
And— And I like to record my sessions.
But if you prefer—
Is that something that you do with all of your patients?
Yeah, with most of them.
- Would you prefer that I didn't? - Yes, I'd rather you not.
Okay. That's— That's fine.
So, you say that you might need help. In-In what area?
I'm not sure.
What kind of help do you provide?
Well, I-I work with patients on many different issues.
Do you think... some of your patients...
might pay to come and see you because... you're very pretty?
Let's keep this focused on you, rather than on me, Mr. Abraham.
Sure.
[ Chuckling ] Nice trick. [ Groaning ]
I'm gonna try it again though, okay? Yeah, whatever.
A couple of years ago, they did a neighborhood renovation...
where they put those benches around some of the trees downtown.
Where downtown? Bring up the city.
Basically the Broadway and Belmont area.
That's 15 to 20 city blocks. Yeah.
[Man] There are five million people in this city.
How can no one have known this person? Can you spare some change?
How can this happen in the communication age?
[Woman] Authorities have focused the search for "Jane Doe #2 "--
Hey, Dad. Dad, it's me. Don't you recognize me? Leave me alone.
Come on, Pop. I need you, man.
[Woman On TV] The city of Chicago is on alert.
Police are searching for a woman connected to the photograph they have received.
It appears the murder may be linked to a serial killer in the Los Angeles area.
At this point, the woman police are calling "Jane2"...
has not yet been located...
- and all those involved are very concerned about her well-being. - [Bulb Shatters]
[ Ringing ]
Yeah. We've got Jane Doe's mother on the phone.
I'll be right there.
You know what? Get a picture at every skateboarding place and guitar shop...
that's anywhere near that Broadway and—
Belmont. Belmont. Exactly.
Wish I could find some letters. There aren't any.
She never wrote anybody.
She called three times. Did she say where she was calling from?
She said all kinds of things. I never knew what to believe. She has a new boyfriend.
- So tell me about the boyfriend. - He's a lawyer. Yeah, right.
Can you remember anything else about the calls? Anything might help.
A few months ago, she called to announce she's got a job at Seattle's Best Coffee.
Seattle's Best?
Not good news. She does not work, nor has she ever worked at Seattle's Best.
I don't care whether she works there or not, she is sitting in front of a coffee shop.
I don't know.
It looks like a bench to me. It could be anywhere. I'll be honest with you.
Look at the photo. There are seven people in the picture.
Three of them are holding the same kind of coffee cup.
She's sitting in front of a fucking coffee shop.
Get someone into every Seattle's Best in the city...
and any place that sells coffee in the Broadway Belmont area.
Take a look at this. Okay.
Is that too fast?
Okay, okay. Whoa!
You wanna kill me, sweetie? Come on, get on. I thought you were gonna impress me.
Yeah, yeah. You're so tough.
Hey, you mind posting these? Thanks.
Ma'am, we're looking for this girl. We're trying to contact her.
Totally, dude. She comes in here all the time.
We found a kid that knows her. Seattle's Best, Lincoln and Wisconsin. All right.
Thanks. I gotta go, jess.
I'm sorry. I'm so late.
Can I sneak into your room? No.
The last time we got caught, my dad went ballistic.
Don't be sad, Jessie. Forget about it.
Yeah, I let her use the bathroom, you know. I told the other dudes.
I don't give a shit what you told the other guy. I wanna know where she lives.
I wanna know where she is. Dude, she lives on the street.
[ Woman On Radio ] ♪ As our light goes out ♪
♪ There's nothing left to say ♪
♪ There's nothing left to say or talk about ♪
♪ You can't say anything I don't know ♪
♪ I already understand ♪
##[Continues, Indistinct]
We gotta find this woman. Call the police if you find this woman. Help us out here.
Somebody, help. Look at this.
Call the police if you find this woman. Help us out here.
[Continues, Indistinct]
Leave me alone.
Hey. Get back here.
Look at the fucking picture, all right? Look at the picture.
You seen this girl, huh? No.
Excuse me. Have you seen that girl?
Look at the picture before you answer.
You seen this girl? Thank you. No. Sorry.
See that. That's what I want, okay?
Excuse me. You see this girl? Huh?
No, I haven't. All right, thanks.
You seen her? Have you seen that girl?
Sir, have you seen this girl? Have you seen that girl?
Hey, hey. Stop, stop. But I didn't do anything!
I never said you did. Just look at the picture. Have you seen this girl?
She's about your age. Fuck you, cop. I don't know shit.
♪ You can't say ♪
♪ Anything I don't know ♪
♪ [ Continues ] Hi.
Hey. That sounds great.
Yeah? You like it?
Absolutely.
Then here, let me turn it up.
♪ [ Stops ]
[ Indistinct ]
If you don't tell me where she is, your friend Jessica will be dead within the hour.
All right.
[ Horn Honks, Tires Squeal ]
She stays on the top floor, man.
Please, God. Please, please.
Please, God. Help me please.
[ Screaming ]
[ Gasping, Screaming ]
Just up the way there.
Get him out of here. Come on, come on.
[Clattering]
[Dog Barking]
Campbell.
Campbell, you okay?
[Knocking] Campbell, open the door.
[Rattling Doorknob]
Open it.
[ Mechanical Whirring ]
Campbell? You here?
Joel?
He's freezing. Mitch, call a paramedic. Shit.
[Woman On TV] This morning investigators are stilling search...
for the serial killer responsible for last night's rampage.
Three policemen were killed and one young woman was murdered.
The F.B.I. agent in charge of the task force has been hospitalized.
Hi.
Hey, hey. Come in.
You didn't have to come here.
Yeah, well. I didn't think you could get to me.
So—
Besides, I don't have that many patients yet, so I really can't afford to lose one.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
I've never seen you outside the office. You look so different.
Really? Hmm. 'Cause you look exactly the same.
Yeah.
Have you eaten?
Do you need to eat?
All I got is jell-O.
Okay.
You wanna eat? Yeah, let's eat.
Okay.
[ Purring ]
[ Tape Winding ]
[ Polly ] In other words, he missed you. [ Joel ] Odd, isn't it?
Did you miss him? What the hell does that mean?
[ Tape Winding ]
In other words, he missed you. Odd, isn't it?
Did you miss him? What the hell does that mean?
Look, I'm sorry. I can't talk now. I'll call you back, all right?
Excuse me, Agent Casper? This just came for Agent Campbell and I just—
- How did you get this? - The post office forwarded it from his apartment.
Thank you. Shit.
[ Chattering ] Good morning. Thank you for your attention.
My comments today will be brief.
Uh, as many of you know already,
we have received another photograph.
[ Clamoring ] No, no, no.
I am not going to answer any questions today.
I just am here to pass out this photograph...
and to request that you continue to assist us in this investigation.
That's all. [Woman On TV] Police Detective Hollis Mackie...
informing us that this horrible game of cat and mouse will continue today.
Here is the photo of the killer's latest target.
You all right? You sure? Yeah.
I think so. I'll be right back.
[Dog Barking]
[Shouting] Help me. Help me.
[Screaming]
Help me!
Hi, Joel.
How's the heart, pal?
Here.
You want a beer?
It would make it feel better.
Stop.
Here.
Tell me something.
Did you move 2,000 miles to live near this woman's grave?
You did, didn't you?
[Scoffs] Man, you've gotta get out more.
I mean, is this a satisfying relationship?
You know, she loves me. She's decomposing.
She loves me. She's decomposing.
What are we doing here? What is this? You here to give yourself up?
Why didn't you tell anyone you were fucking her?
Just 'cause she was married?
We don't seem to be communicating. Let me be clear with you.
I have no problem with shooting you dead where you sit.
Well, you do have one problem.
If I'm dead,
your friend Polly is going to meet a rather gruesome fate...
involving candlelight and quite a large pool of kerosene.
And you know something about attractive women burning, don't you?
Tell me, what was it like?
Could you smell her flesh burning?
You've already killed her.
Come on. You know me better than that.
That's not even her blood.
Take me to see her then.
Oh, I don't know about that.
Can't we just sit here for a little while and talk, Joel?
We'll talk once I see her.
I just need to know if there's anything to talk about.
Go on, take it.
I just need to see that she's all right, then we'll talk.
Well, fine.
Let's go.
It's good to see you, Joel. It really is.
[ Gunshot ] Wow, it's loaded.
We're going to make it through this, aren't we, Joel?
I think that's more up to you than it is to me.
You look older since you were in L.A.
You're a good friend.
You're like a brother to me.
Did you know that?
Do you have any real brothers or sisters?
What the fu— What is that?
I'm trying to have a real conversation,
and you're psychoanalyzing me.
- What are you, Dr. Polly now? - I was just curious.
Look at me when I talk to you.
You're trying to control this situation. Stop trying to control this situation.
Can't you just leave your job out of this? Just this once?
I'm telling you. I think you're spending too much time with that Polly bitch.
What do you need?
I want you to think about what you need.
It's up to me to try and get that and make an exchange.
Anything you need for Ms. Beilman's safety.
What I need is you.
[Phone Ringing] Hold on.
Hello.
I knew if I just came here and talked to you in person,
you'd understand me better, Joel.
Fuck me, he's got Campbell! Trace it!
You were the only one who thought about me,
who really knew me.
For a long time,
I was the only one you had.
And then you met Lisa.
Pull in here.
Give me a second. Give me a second.
Okay, he's about 20 miles north of the city.
Yeah, you're gonna have to do better than that. Now come on.
No shit! Give me another minute and we'll have his exact location.
I got him! I got him. He's right on the water.
[Muffled Cries]
Come on in.
Polly, Joel. Joel, Polly.
[Polly Wailing]
##[Techno]
#She freak out at a damaged life like a jailbait in the park ♪
#A teenage wolf and a bloody knife going down in the dark ♪
#How to make a monster baby ♪
#How to get it on ♪
#How to make a monster baby ♪
#How to get it on ♪
♪ Go, go, Zombie Go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
#Roots in hell and time will tell if your baby is insane ♪
#A child bride with bloody eyes and Satan on the brain ♪
##[Fades]
Wakey, wakey, Joel.
That hurts, doesn't it?
I've heard that flashing lights and migraines don't go together at all.
You're no fun.
- [ Grunting ] - Oh, no, Polly. No, no, I'm not gonna kill him.
We need each other. We define each other.
We're... yin and yang, black and white.
- Isn't that right, Polly? - [ Whimpering ]
Polly?
I said, "Isn't that right?"
I don't understand the question.
Did you or did you not, in your professional opinion,
reach the conclusion that Joel and I need each other in order to give meaning to our lives?
Yes. Yes, but I—
See?
[ Gasping ]
Take your fucking hands off her.
I said take your fucking hands off her.
Sit down, Joel.
Sit down.
I'll sit here and listen to you talk all night. Just take your hands off her.
Come on, put the fucking gun down. We both know you're not gonna do it.
And why do we know that?
Because you can only kill her once.
He's right.
[ Screams ]
Upsy daisy.
How's this for deja vu?
We've got the fire.
We've got the pretty girl.
Only instead of bringing us together,
you move to Chicago.
The guilt must have been unbearable.
Or something like that.
Is that what you want me to say?
I feel guilty a woman is dead because I made a terrible mistake.
No.
No, no. That wasn't the mistake.
The mistake was turning back instead of pouring all you had into us.
What do I want you to say? I want you to say thank you.
I want you to say thank you for coming here and saving your pathetic life.
David, do you know how many serial killers are active in Chicago right now?
Five. In the Midwest, at least a dozen.
I could work on any one of them without even packing a bag.
You get hit by a bus on a Thursday, I'm working on a new guy on Monday.
You're my job. You're paperwork.
I can't believe you still don't know who you're talking to.
No, no, no!
No, please don't— [ Gagging ]
I have to do this. He's not going to understand anything else.
You heard him. "Paperwork. "
Thank you.
- What did you say? - I said, "Thank you."
Tell me again.
I said, "Thank you."
[ Screaming ]
Get out of here.
Let's go! Run, run!
Joel! Joel!
Give me your hand! Reach for it!
Ready? Reach. [ Groaning ]
Here you go. You all right?
Give me that blanket.
Where's the girl? Is she all right?
She's right over there.
Let's get the fucking body out. Okay.
[Campbell] It's never quite that easy. You go through the door.
They're never just sitting there waiting for you with a welcoming smile on their face.
The best you can do is hope they fuck up and do what you can to be there when they do.