The Ritual Killer (2023) Movie Script
1
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(TRAFFIC AND HORNS BLARING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
I'm going in.
(GLASS CRUNCHING)
Oh! (RETCHES)
(MAN YELLS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(POLICE SIREN)
(POLICE DISPATCHER)
(CROWD CHEERING
AND BAND PLAYING)
(POLICE DISPATCHER)
(BAND PLAYS)
MACKLES: There is
an impossibly fine line
between sanity and madness.
And it's not always
possible to know
which side
of that line we
are standing on.
The violence
between disparate sides
is not endemic
to this culture.
it is endemic
to all cultures.
We are again
tribes.
But defining
our tribe
is not as simple
as the black people
born under the sun,
or the white people
born under the moon.
Our division is,
wrong others
against right self.
And this division
does not rest
simply on
an unfamiliarity
with a tribe
other than our own.
It's deeper
than that.
Sir?
Yes?
It's the 21st century,
Dr. Mackles.
With my phone,
I can learn about
any culture
on the planet.
I'm a Google search away
from knowing
everything about
a belief system
in 20 minutes.
Let me ask you a question.
What if that
belief system
you Googled
was so
antithetical
to your own,
that would seem,
for lack of a better word,
insane?
Like what?
MACKLES: Well, like, uh,
take medicine.
Here,
medicine is
all pharmaceutical
compounds
created
in laboratories,
sold by faceless
corporations
to millions.
In other parts
of the world,
medicine
is a plant.
A bit of bark,
a root,
or a mineral.
Or a combination
of all of them.
Administered
to one man
by another man
who is believed
to channel powers
that you could not
begin to comprehend.
This medical knowledge
is based on ancient beliefs.
The tenets of which
in this country,
it would just make
your blood run cold.
Metaphysical
beliefs in healing
and humanity.
That would seem, um,
insane to you,
no matter how hard
you tried to understand them.
But it is
the very belief
in such things
that gives
this medicine
it's power.
(BELL RINGS)
Looks like we're
out of time.
So, we'll take this
up again
next week.
Thank you.
Mr. Hobbs.
I want you
to do something
for me.
A little extra credit,
if you will.
I want you to take
that phone
in your pocket
and find me
a culture that is so
inverse to your own
that the idea
of it taking root
here, in this city,
would scare
the bejesus
out of you.
Yes, sir.
(RADIO DISPATCHER)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Get the fuck
in there!
Don't fucking move.
GIRL: No! Wait!
Hey!
GIRL: Stop!
What are you doing
in there?
I'm Detective Boyd.
GIRL: Get away from me!
Calm down, it's okay.
GIRL: I don't wanna go.
Please?
No. What's he
doing with her?
That's mine!
Shut the fuck up!
PRESTON: You can't take her!
I'm Detective Boyd.
She's mine!
MARIA: Don't talk to her!
Come on, give me you hand.
What are you
doing with her?
Keep your hands up!
Look, I'm gonna get you
outta here. Come on.
Maria?
Hey, where are you going?
Maria?
Where you going?
You can't take her!
Hey, man.
Get on your fucking--
She stays with me, pal.
Get down on your feet now.
I didn't do
anything wrong, man.
Yeah?
She came willingly
with me.
I told you, get on
your fucking feet!
Nah! You go
to hell, bitch.
You first.
(GUNSHOT)
(BODY THUDS)
(POLICE SIREN)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
No, no, no, no!
(TIRES SCREECH)
We need him alive!
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(POLICE SIREN)
(GURGLING)
(GURGLING)
Medics are on the way.
(GUNSHOT)
(NECK CRACKS)
(GUNSHOT)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SERENE MUSIC PLAYING)
PRESTON: Then go to hell!
LUCAS: You first.
(GUNSHOT)
(MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Mr. Farner.
Mr. Randoku.
It is an honor, sir.
A man like you,
who is so powerful.
Tell me, why do you
want to do this?
Who is interviewing who?
I am interviewing
you, sir.
I do not do business
with anyone,
I do not know
everything about.
Neither do I.
Mr. Randoku,
I'm a man who
explores options
of power,
as you say.
It is elusive.
You are a man
who harvests power,
and bottles it even.
You're also a man
with a lot of eyes
on you right now.
I have a plane
that can take you
anywhere you like.
(RANDOKU LAUGHS)
Appreciate
the kind words, sir.
I do not
need your help.
You... need me.
Let me know
when you are ready.
Think of the souls
you could've harvested
there, Mr. Randoku.
ANGIE: Detective Boyd,
did you feel
any sense of vindication
when you fired
at the suspect?
Other than it was
him or me? No.
Did the death of your
own daughter in any way
affect your decision
to fire on Mr. Preston?
No.
DEPARTMENT REP:
Let's be honest, Ms. Cannon.
Mr. Preston was clearly
leaning forward
at the time
of the shooting,
reaching for a gun.
Any more questions?
(WATER BUBBLING)
DEELIE: You okay?
Yeah.
(LUCAS SIGHS)
That's not convincing.
(SCOFFS) No, I'm okay.
I had another bad dream.
DEELIE: Do you want
to talk about it?
No. Not really.
(LUCAS YELLS)
(SIGHS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)
(PHONE RINGS)
(BELL TOLLS)
RANDOKU: Hello?
Yes, it' s me.
Let's move forward.
I'll wire
what we agreed upon.
(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CRUNCHING)
(BELL TOLLS)
GIRL: Go, go, go, go, go!
COACH: You got it!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(POLICE SIREN)
All right,
you go first.
(LAUGHS)
I'm just kidding.
Yeah.
What's going on?
You might have fooled
the review board,
but don't you think
you can fool me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, you get your ass
over to the shrink
and see if you can fool her.
I think I'm having
a hard time hearing you
'cause all I can hear
are the voices.
You know?
Fuckers...
You having fun?
Yeah, loads.
(SEAGULL SQUAWKS)
MARIA: I was thinking maybe
you should take a vacation.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
I'm just curious.
Where would you send me?
Anywhere but here.
And do what?
I don't know. Fish.
Go out on
a charter boat.
Fish?
Drop a line
in the water.
Maria, that sounds
fucking horrible.
Well, you need it.
(LUCAS GROANS)
MARIA: Between you and I
and just us.
Yeah?
Was he really
going for his gun?
Maria, let me ask
you a question.
Do you think anybody
misses Ted Bundy?
That's not an answer.
No. It is,
if you're listening.
Fuck that.
(DISPATCHER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
You want me to get that?
Yeah, you get that.
This is 130 reporting.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(POLICE RADIO CHIMING)
LUCAS: What do we got, Jimmy?
JIMMY: A floater.
Caucasian female.
She's been dead,
maybe 6 hours.
MARIA: Oh, fuck.
Any ID?
JIMMY: No. Nothing.
MARIA: Age?
JIMMY: Maybe 14, 15.
Somebody did
a real number on her.
Her hands, genitals
have been removed.
You mean,
crabs got to her?
You don't lose the parts
she's missing to wildlife.
She was cut
before she was dumped.
If it wasn't a scalpel,
it was something
just as sharp.
Eyes, eyelids.
Yeah.
Left hand, missing.
Gone.
You think that's what
killed her, Bill?
No. Death was
a courtesy of this.
Throat cut. Bled out.
Her veins are
full of river silt.
The only DNA we found
was that of hers.
And these marks.
Look at these.
It's like
some kind of rope.
Hung by her feet.
Like a side of beef.
Goddamn.
This isn't
getting any better.
BILL: I'll know more later.
MARIA: All right.
MARIA: Thanks, doc.
Can you send it
upstairs for me?
BILL: Yeah.
MARIA: Thank you.
You okay?
Hmm?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just give me a second.
All right, gang related or...
LUCAS: No, no, no, no.
This ain't gang related.
MARCHANT: No?
It's more methodical.
Somebody with a purpose.
Yeah. With a purpose, right?
Come on, Boyd.
You don't know that yet.
(SCOFFS)
MARIA: What if he's right?
About what?
You have other cases
with so much better leads.
Now just do your job.
Get the hell out of here.
LUCAS: Captain?
Yeah?
You didn't see
what she looked like.
MARIA: What are you thinking?
LUCAS: I'm thinking
another good cop
became a bureaucrat.
MARIA: Well, how about
I buy you a drink?
LUCAS: Sounds great.
BOY: Ooh!
Yo! That's a brick!
BOY 1: Oh, come on, dude!
Hit me! I'm open! I'm open!
BOY 2: Air ball!
BOY 1: Shoot it! Shoot it!
BOY 2: I think that's a foul!
BOY: Oh, you suck, bro.
BOY 2: Hey, pass it to me.
Yes! Yes!
He did it!
Why didn't you
let me play?
You know Jamie shoots
nothing but bricks.
It's time to go,
little bro.
Wait. Where am I going?
Well, you're
going home.
But I wanna
play with you.
You're going home.
It's getting late.
Mom's gonna be worried.
You know, you got homework.
But you never did
your homework.
I'm not
as smart as you.
You got a brain.
You can use it.
You need
to go study.
Come on.
BOY: Dunk it up your ass.
BOY: Whoo!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
STEFANO: No, let me go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
STEFANO: Let me out of here!
This kid is great.
That is fucking,
it's true and he--
He continuously just
does not run the ball.
You know, you don't
have to be dealing
with something
like this, after...
After what?
What do you mean?
You know, Lucas.
Oh, Christ.
Are you talking
about my daughter?
Well, yeah. And...
Maria, I'm dealing with it
the best way I know how.
I'm just saying,
if it were me,
I'd be gone in a heartbeat.
Well, it ain't you.
And I'm not you.
Come on now.
I'm no shrink.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
That's for fucking sure,
you aren't a shrink.
(BOTH LAUGH)
What?
I'm just gonna be your friend.
Thank you.
Okay.
Be great.
You know what friends do?
They order shots.
Why don't you
buy me a shot?
Okay.
Get us
a couple of shots.
Okay.
Okay? Come on. Fine.
(GROANS)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU: Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU: Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO SOBS)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
(STEFANO SCREAMING)
(POURS DRINK INTO SINK)
(SETS CUP DOWN)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
VOICE:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
He was called in
missing about one a.m.
Some kids found him here.
Wife said,
he goes out fishing,
but never out past 10:00.
My guess is that
he came upon something
he wasn't supposed to see.
Yeah.
Anything else?
Oh, yeah.
There's more.
You're gonna
wanna see this.
(HELICOPTER BLADES
WHIR OVERHEAD)
VOICE:
Mimi nitakamata tani.
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
LUCAS: What do we got, Nick?
Hispanic male,
about 10 years old.
Looks exactly like
what we saw
at the river yesterday.
LUCAS: Shit.
(EERIE SOUND)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Nick, make sure
I get a picture
of that, please.
Okay.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
BILL: The old man
would've died anyway
from his throat
being cut,
if he'd had a heart left
to pump the blood out.
What?
His heart had been
sliced out clean,
and there was no blood
in his throat.
So whoever did this,
it was awfully quick.
I mean, when you say
quick, like, how quick?
I mean, like his heart
might've still been beating.
LUCAS: But what about
the heart? Did you find it?
(SIGHS) No.
LUCAS: No?
No. Didn't find it.
What about the boy?
BILL: Well, the boy
was like the first girl.
Yeah?
Mutilated.
Parts cut off. Missing.
One thing. Whatever
this guy is using,
is sharp as hell.
Okay.
Want a little snoot?
Got some
good whiskey here.
LUCAS: Yeah, I'll take
a little snoot.
And there's
another, uh...
another thing
interesting.
LUCAS: Yeah?
Remember those things
you brought from the altar?
Yes, sir.
Well...
Cheers.
This one...
(CONTENTS SHAKE IN JAR)
It's finely
powdered gold.
What do you
mean, gold?
Like Fort Knox Gold.
No shit.
And these...
These are some
herbs you brought.
Yeah?
I've been able
to ID one of 'em.
And it's, uh,
something called rooibos.
What's that?
Well, there's been
some research on it.
It's from Africa.
It's a red tea.
Mmm. It ain't
that kinda tea though.
Thanks, Bill.
Not like you drink.
(LUCAS LAUGHS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Shit. Excuse me.
Do you know where
Dr. Mackles' office is?
That way.
It's back this way?
Yeah.
Gosh.
MACKLES: Come in.
May I help you?
LUCAS: Well, I hope so.
Are you Dr. Mackles?
Yes.
I'm homicide
detective Lucas Boyd.
Do you mind if I sit?
So, you teach
African studies,
is that right?
(LUCAS CLEARS THROAT)
Yes.
LUCAS: Are you
from Africa?
Yes. Lesotho.
Where is that at?
It's a small country
in the heart of South Africa.
Oh.
Is my being African
important?
LUCAS: Well, again,
I hope so.
Do you, uh, know
what rooibos is?
Yes. It's tea.
Just tea?
Well, it's sometimes
used medicinally.
Mmm-hmm.
Um, smell this,
and tell me what
it is, will you?
(SNIFFS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Where did you get this?
Why? What is it?
Dr. Mackles.
What is it?
It's... herbs.
Mmm-hmm.
Just any kind of herbs?
Well, I would say
yohimbe bark
and, uh, some other
fermented tree roots.
LUCAS: Hmm.
Where'd you get it?
I found it
at a crime scene.
What kind of crime?
Well, I'm a homicide
detective, sir.
Can you tell me
what these writings are?
You could easily
google this, Detective.
I know. I know.
And I actually did.
It didn't
make sense to me.
But then I did Google
leading scholars
in African culture,
and your name came up,
as the best
and brightest.
So, here I am.
I'm sorry.
I cannot help you.
Well, I appreciate
your time, sir.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRUMMING)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
I'm just looking
for someone.
A ghost.
I need to put a name
to this face.
I've seen him around.
Great.
He's my main suspect
in some strange killings.
We found an altar.
Blood.
I don't really know
what it means.
He's a Sangoma.
Sangoma?
Touched by God.
A witch doctor.
He works for clients.
What kind of clients?
Rich and powerful ones.
May I give you
a word of advice?
Mmm-hmm.
Be careful.
He could be
coming for you.
Thank you.
Is everything okay?
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Dr. Mackles,
I need your help.
God dam it,
two kids are dead.
They were
butchered like hogs.
You know what these
writings are, don't you?
Now, please,
take another look.
I cannot help you.
Can't or won't?
You're scared,
aren't you?
(POLICE DISPATCHER RADIO)
Watch your step, doctor.
Oh.
LUCAS: What is it, doctor?
MACKLES: It's Swahili.
Zulu.
Hmm.
It identifies territory.
Identifies how?
Uh, centers
of power, or...
ways to get access
to that power.
Do me a favor. Can you
read that right there?
Well, roughly.
Uh, "Here
I take the power.
"Here I become the power."
Your man is a Sangoma.
A medicine man.
In your culture, you would
call him a witch doctor.
The way he's killing,
that makes sense.
You ever hear the term
"Muti," Detective?
No.
It's Zulu.
It means medicine.
But, Muti has
a dark side.
So, are you saying
that he is using
the body parts for medicine?
Exactly.
Right.
Well,
you know,
pharmaceutical
companies
use stem cells from aborted
fetuses to create vaccines.
Right.
Well, this is just
a primitive version
of that concept.
I'm listening.
Well, in
a metaphysical sense,
it can be tied to
what can be referred to
as "the warrior tradition."
Put simply, it's a ritual
performed to order.
To make one a warrior,
or to provide power
to that warrior.
Sangomas have been
practicing Muti for centuries.
(YELLS)
(YELLS)
MACKLES: Businessmen,
politicians, salesmen, you,
anyone.
People who pay for Muti
are seeking
personal success,
power,
protection.
They believe that Muti
strengthens their
personal force,
gives them an edge.
In Muti,
specific body parts
have a distinct effect.
Mmm-hmm.
Genitals,
they bring virility,
good luck.
Especially if
they're virgin.
Right.
The eyes,
farsightedness,
clarity of vision.
The brain,
knowledge,
political power.
Mmm-hmm.
The Sangoma takes
whatever they need
for a specific outcome.
Jesus Christ.
But, there's more.
A Sangoman must
take the flesh
while the victim
is still alive...
Right.
In order to get
the power they seek...
Mmm-hmm.
...they must awaken
the gods to bestow it.
Which means...
the screams
of the victim...
Right.
...are critical.
The more intense
the scream,
the more powerful
the Muti.
Then the body parts
are mixed with
the victim's blood,
herbs, clay, gold,
all of which is believed
to attract and hold power.
That elixir is drunk
by the client
or the Sangoma,
in order to get
the power they seek.
They believe
that it turns them
into a warrior.
Makes them a warrior.
And an undefeatable one.
Sounds unbelievable
to me.
Right. To you,
Detective.
To him,
it's simply business.
And very real.
Very real.
Whatever he's
about to do,
it feels he needs
power to do it.
Mmm-hmm.
And understand this.
These first two,
they were just
him getting ready.
He did them for himself.
Capisce?
MARIA: Do you really
believe in this?
Mmm-hmm. Yes.
This is just
too sick.
I mean, Maria,
it's sick enough
to be real, you know.
I just wish I could see
this motherfucker's face.
All I see right now
is a monster.
(SIGHS)
I want one that's beautiful.
One with pretty eyes.
One filled with
life and promise.
Oh, I want her to have
a great deal of intelligence.
And so much more
to live for.
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(TV PLAYING FAINTLY)
Welcome.
What can I
get for you?
Tequila.
Neat, or on the rocks?
Neat.
(SOFTLY) Okay.
TERRY: Are you
new in town?
Yes.
Vacation?
No, work.
Mmm.
That's a really
cool accent.
I like it.
Where is it from?
I've been
so many places.
It is hard to say.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
May I be honest?
Oh, sure.
I like your eyes.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHING)
Thank you.
They are lovely.
(CHUCKLING)
Stop it.
I mean it.
I really like them.
TERRY:
Thank you.
I really mean it, too.
Hey.
I could use
eyes like that.
(TERRY LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
My name is Randoku.
What is your name?
Randoku.
I like that.
I'm Terry.
Tell me all
about yourself, Terry.
This is just
a summer job for me.
You are in school?
Yeah.
Yeah. I'm pre-med
at the university.
So, you are smart.
(TERRY LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLING)
I guess.
COP 1: This matches the van
that was reported stolen
two weeks ago.
Clear here?
Yeah,
it's clear here.
Mmm, you wouldn't really
know it from meeting me
in this place,
but, I'm in the top
one percent of my class.
I like that.
COP 2: Let's see
if Terry knows anything.
COP 2: Hey, Terry.
Hey.
(EXHALES)
Either of you
wouldn't happen to know
anything about that van...
(SCREAMS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(COP BREATHES HEAVILY)
MARCHANT: No, no. I get it.
It's a witch doctor
from Africa...
LUCAS: Yeah,
that's right.
And I should
believe this
because what?
According to Dr. Mackles,
he's servicing a client.
Hmm.
You believe
in this shit?
LUCAS: You know what,
I wanna go back to work.
MARCHANT:
Hey, Boyd. Sit down.
(LUCAS CLEARS THROAT)
Boyd!
I think he's
onto something.
Yeah, like what?
Captain, we have
two officers down.
MARIA: Get Boyd.
Is your name Terry?
Ma'am?
(SOBS)
Hey, it's okay.
I need to ask you
a few questions, okay,
and if you can
help me out with that,
then maybe
we can find this guy.
Are you gonna
help me out? Yeah?
Sure.
Yeah? All right.
So, tell me, what,
what did he look like?
Was he big,
tall, or what?
He was big.
Yeah?
Good.
Mm-hmm.
When you say big,
like, over six feet,
or what?
I think so.
Mm-hmm.
Black? White?
Where?
He was a black guy.
He was.
He was kind of handsome.
Yeah.
(WHIMPERING)
And, he was covered
with scarification
on his face.
He had scarring
on his face?
Did you get a name
by any chance? Yeah?
What was his name?
(SNIFFLES)
(SNIFFLES)
Terry, what was his name?
Randoku.
Randoku?
Randoku.
(SOFTLY) Okay.
All right, come on.
Let me get you up.
Come on.
Let me help you.
(SOBS)
Maria.
We got a name.
Randoku.
Go on, let's sort
that out. Come on.
Jimmy, anything?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
Lots of anythings.
Yeah?
Got a thumb, forefinger,
ring finger.
Okay.
Good thing your boy
likes tequila.
You're saying he's
about 6, 6'3", 6'4" maybe?
6'4", I would say, yeah.
Jimmy, give me a name
on these prints.
These weird, uh,
scars on his face.
Scars on his face.
Thank you.
Thank you. Boyd.
This lady said she just seen
a black guy coming in and out
of that unfinished
apartment building.
Hadn't seen him around
until a few days ago.
Said he has
scars on his face.
That's our guy.
Come on, let's go.
LUCAS: Hey, Keith.
Watch the front.
Let's go. Come on.
KEITH: Come on.
Gotta go! Gotta go!
I want everybody on two.
And let's communicate.
POLICEMAN: Roger that.
Bobby,
you stay here.
Copy that.
He's been here.
Fuck.
(SIRENS WAILING)
POLICEMAN: There he goes!
LUCAS: Shit! He's coming back
on the third floor.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(SLASHING)
(THUDS)
(GUN COCKS)
(BULLET WHIZZES)
LUCAS: Freeze!
Claussen get the fuck down!
POLICEMAN: Officer down.
Officer down!
LUCAS: Son of a bitch!
POLICEMAN: (ON RADIO)
Backup. Hang in with me now.
CLAUSSEN: Fuck!
We got officers down.
Go, go, go!
POLICEMAN: (ON RADIO)
Officer down. He's injured.
Maria, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Maria, let's go.
Yo, let's go.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
Jesus Christ.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
Okay, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
Hey, give me
your fucking jacket!
(MARIA GRUNTS)
LUCAS: Let's go.
MAN: Let's go, let's go!
(BELLS TOLLING)
I'm hoping
you see something
I wouldn't.
I'll try.
LUCAS: After you.
So why'd you
come here
to America?
New start, I guess.
Yeah? You got
any family?
No. My brothers
and sisters are
still back in Africa.
LUCAS: Take a look
at this.
DR. MACKLES: My father
worked in medicine.
He worked
with the tribes.
My mother worked
with him.
LUCAS: Mmm.
LUCAS: Well,
for what it's worth,
I'm sorry I dragged
you into this shit.
No, you're not.
You're right. I'm not.
You know,
in certain cultures,
I could have your head
or another body part.
Is that right?
Yeah.
As an apology
to make me feel better.
Mmm.
Greece, Asia,
certain African tribes.
If a certain member
of a tribe offended
another member
by delving too deeply
into his personal affairs,
the chief could have
that person killed
and the body part
delivered as a gift.
Hmm.
A way of saying,
problem solved.
Well, thank God
that ain't legal
in this country.
I'd be mailing out
body parts
all day long.
Let me know
if you need anything.
(PAPERS RUSTLING)
Nothing.
Sorry, Detective.
You're still here?
This fucker killed
two of my men.
VALERIA: You're okay?
Ten children in Tanzania
kidnapped and killed
for body parts.
A dozen children
in Spain.
Thousand of children are
missing all across Europe.
And you ask me
how I'm doing?
You can't
let it get to you.
That's what I keep
telling myself.
But how hard does your heart
have to get in order to live?
VALERIA: Maybe you
should go home.
Be with your family.
My family, yeah.
(INHALES) You're right.
(SIGHS) I think
there comes a day
in everyone's life where
they realize
they don't really
matter much.
Whatever their goals are
really don't
amount to shit.
And that is
a very sad day.
Oh, thank you.
You're a fucking
piece of work, Lucas.
DEELIE: You're a fucking...
LUCAS: We're not doing this.
DEELIE:
We're not doing this again?
We're not doing this again?
You know what
you're not gonna do it?
You fell asleep again!
You're gonna go
sleep again, yeah?
Yeah, like you did before?
LUCAS: Come on,
what do you want me to say?
DEELIE: You fucking
piece of...
LUCAS: Come on.
Son of a bitch!
LUCAS: Come on, come on.
I need some
of your brew.
Come on in.
What's going on?
You doing okay?
Yeah.
I take it you never saw
that shrink, did you?
Mmm.
There was something
that I wanted to show you,
I found in Randoku's apartment
the other day.
Look at this. It's, uh,
it's Farner Ltd.
It's a multibillion dollar,
multinational,
mega corporation.
Good one.
Have you ever heard of...
Farner company.
I know that asshole.
Donates a lot of money.
I don't know.
I guess the question
is though
is what they're
talking about here
is that
there's a big vote Tuesday.
How important
do you think
this is to him?
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hold.
It's Lucas.
They have something
in forensics.
We'll be right down. Thanks.
MAN: I got this
from the bar.
But there were
no matches
in US database,
so, I checked Interpol,
and I got this.
When I superimpose them,
I give you one
M'Gushu Randoku.
Born in South Africa,
Zulu heritage.
Says he was
in Rome recently.
What about
his port of entry?
Where was it?
Uh...
Came into New Orleans
a week ago.
Anything else?
Well, yeah.
Old M'Gushu here?
Been dead for six years.
Here's his
death certificate signed
by a Sudanese General.
MARCHANT:
That doesn't
mean he's dead.
It might just mean
he has friends in high places
who can help him disappear.
He ain't dead. Not yet.
CLAUSSEN: Hey, Lucas.
Yeah?
How's Kersch?
She's fighting
for her life,
Claussen.
(SIGHS) Check this out.
This was
in Randoku's place.
Shit.
Not sure
what it's about.
You know what, I'll look
into it, thanks.
All right.
You got it.
(SUCKS TEETH)
(SIGHS)
(DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(VALERIA SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
Do you speak English?
VALERIA: Yes.
Can I help you?
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
This is Detective Lucas Boyd.
I'm calling from America.
I need to speak to a uh,
I think it's
Inspector, uh, Mario Lavazzi?
I'm sorry, but he's
left for the day, Detective.
Okay, well,
you don't understand.
This is an emergency.
I'm investigating a murder
of two children.
Now, I'd love
if you could get him
on the cell phone or his home.
I don't give a fuck
where he is.
Just call him.
VALERIA: (ON PHONE)
Okay, okay. Scusi.
I find him.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
MARIO:
(ON PHONE) Si?
Inspector Lavazzi?
MARIO: Yes.
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
I'm Detective Lucas Boyd.
I'm investigating a murder
of two children.
Um, one of the suspects
that we're looking for
is a man by the name of
M'Gushu Randoku.
He's killed two children
here in America.
The interesting thing
is we found your card
at his apartment.
Is there
a reason for that?
He was kidnapping young women
all throughout Europe.
LUCAS: Whoa, what'd you say?
He was kidnapping young women
all throughout Europe,
Detective.
I almost caught him
here in Rome a few weeks ago.
But the son of a bitch
got away.
Okay, well, is there anything
you can help me with?
Because he's doing
the same thing here.
I know who he works for.
LUCAS: Who?
I can't prove it.
I know it as a cop.
Yeah, okay, well,
just talk to me
like a cop then.
We found some CCTV footage
of Randoku meeting
with a South African
businessman.
I later found out
his identity.
His name is Shelby Farner.
MARIO: F-A-R-N-E-R.
MARIO: Farner.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Prego, Detective. Prego.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Can I help you?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm Detective Boyd.
Is Shelby Farner around?
Yes, he is.
Go get him for me, please.
All right.
Okay.
(FOOTSTEPS COMING DOWN
STAIRCASE)
LUCAS: Mr. Farner?
Yes.
Detective Boyd.
Do you mind if
we have a word?
Certainly. Uh...
Come with me.
LUCAS: I appreciate that.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
You touch another
fucking kid in my city,
and I'm gonna fucking
put a bullet in your head.
What are you talking about?
I'm gonna put
a fucking bullet in your head.
You hear me?
(PANTING)
(CHUCKLES) Obviously,
you don't know
who you're talking to.
You want
somebody strong?
You want somebody strong,
you come get me.
I'm right here.
You know, I'm gonna
tell you something.
After I get
your fucking partner,
I'm coming after you.
And you know
what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna fucking
eat your liver.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
KATIE: Exactly, yeah.
(GIRLS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
COACH: All right, ladies.
Time to get ready.
Get on your numbers.
Warm up.
Ladies on the sideline,
warm up.
COACH: Set!
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(GIRLS CHEERING)
Whoo!
(PANTING)
Good job, good job!
Thank you.
Whoo!
Good job. High five!
GIRL 1: Good job.
GIRL 2: Awesome.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
LUCAS: Hello.
I just got threatened
by Mr. Randoku.
I'm sorry to hear that,
Dr. Mackles.
I'm not sorry.
Fuck him.
DR. MACKLES: Pick me up.
I'll be right there, yeah.
I hear you're quite
the student athlete.
I try my best, sir.
Do you know that I have
a foundation
Really?
that offers scholarships
for girls like you?
Well, do you
enjoy competition?
Oh, yeah.
Always?
Yeah, I mean,
our coach tells us
that winning isn't everything,
but that giving it your best
is what it's all about.
What's the point of
putting in all that work
if you're not
trying to win?
(LAUGHS)
Ah, Katie,
you are just delightful.
I'll bet you're
a straight A student.
Yes, sir. Straight A's.
Delightful.
And your favorite
subject is...
A tie between
math and science.
But I love music, too.
And math is obviously
a big part of music, so...
Obviously.
(BOTH LAUGH)
So, how do you know
my parents?
Oh, we've known
each other for ages.
So weird.
They never
mentioned you before.
Well, I find
that difficult to believe.
(LAUGHS)
They really haven't.
Oh, come on!
(BOTH LAUGH)
Really.
Ah, Katie.
I can't tell you how
perfect you are.
Thank you!
Let's get Katie ready.
Ready for what?
(SMACKS LIPS) Oh...
It's a surprise.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
CLAUSSEN:
Her name's Katie.
How are they
dealing with it?
Well, usual.
Fed playbook.
No calls.
Mm-hmm.
No ransom demand.
I need to tell them
about Randoku.
Yeah. Well,
when you do,
just take them
into the other room,
all right?
(EXHALES)
It's him.
Yeah, I know.
Can I make
a suggestion?
Sure, yeah.
If he is working
for Farner...
Mm-hmm.
...they're gonna want
to do the ceremony
at a very safe place.
So I would look
for properties
owned by Farner.
Especially
warehouse-type
near water.
Mmm.
(DISPATCHER RADIO STATIC)
Give me some good news,
Claussen.
Farner Industries owns
a lot of property in town.
They got one warehouse
by the river.
I'm sending you
the address now.
Got it. Thanks.
You gotta stay here.
(GRUNTS)
Okay.
(GUN COCKING)
(EXHALES)
(RANDOKU AND KATIE
TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(SOBS) Please stop!
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(SOBBING)
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
KATIE: (SOBBING) No.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(KATIE SOBBING)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Drop the fucking knife!
Do it now!
(KATIE SOBS)
Do it now
or I'll blow
your fucking head off.
(METAL CLANGS)
Good.
Now put your hands
behind your head.
(GROANS)
No!
(INHALES) Give up!
(SOBBING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(CHOKING)
(SOBBING)
(FARNER MAKING
GURGLING SOUNDS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
(GAGS)
I warned you.
(GAGGING)
(JABBING SOUND)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(KATIE SOBBING)
KATIE: (SOBBING) No.
No.
Please, no.
No.
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(RANDOKU GRUNTS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
No.
(KATIE SOBBING)
POLICEMAN: Who's there?
DR. MACKLES:
Detective Boyd.
(KATIE SOBBING)
LUCAS: One white male
found dead on site.
Shelby Farner.
(GLASS RATTLES)
LUCAS: No trace of Randoku.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
MARIO: Detective Boyd.
This is Inspector Lavazzi.
LUCAS: Inspector Lavazzi.
I found something
that might be helpful.
What?
MARIO: Randoku was here
in Rome
attending a lecture
from someone from your city.
A college professor
by the name of Mackles.
All of this happened
nine months ago.
They also met several times
after the lecture.
Mm-hmm.
Right.
Maybe this can
help you somehow.
I appreciate the call.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
(THUD)
(WHISPERS) Aw, man.
God damn it.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
All right.
DR. MANNHEIM: Detective?
Mmm, yeah.
Detective?
Are you okay?
(WHISPERS) She was my partner.
DR. MANNHEIM:
It's all right.
She's been transferred.
What did you say?
It's okay.
She's okay.
I had her moved
downstairs.
No, no. What do you mean?
It's okay.
I had her moved
downstairs, Detective.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, Jesus.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Oh, thank you.
You know, every once
in a while, there's a miracle.
I guess so.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
You know, a friend
of hers came by last night
and stayed for about an hour.
And then I saw him leave.
What do you mean?
What did he look like?
Um, he was a tall,
greying black man.
Probably about 70s.
With very kind eyes.
I think he prayed over her,
and then I saw him leave.
What did he say?
He just said
she was going
to be all right.
And then he said a word
I didn't understand.
Yeah, what was that?
Muti?
I don't know.
Thank you for
saving her, Doctor.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
DR. MANNHEIM: You bet.
(DIALING)
(LINE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
MAN: (ON VOICEMAIL)
Hello, you've reached
Dr. Mackles office.
Dr. Mackles is on extended
leave until further notice.
Please leave a message.
(BEEP)
Well played.
(SMACKS LIPS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
You're a fucking
piece of work, Lucas.
DEELIE: You're fucking...
LUCAS: We're not doing this.
DEELIE:
We're not doing this again?
We're not doing this again?
You know what
you're not gonna do it?
You fell asleep again!
You know our daughter
has fucking seizures,
and you fell asleep!
What do I want?
DEELIE: Fucking piece of...
LUCAS: Come on.
Son of a bitch!
LUCAS: Come on, come on.
(YELLING)
I'm sorry.
That's right,
I'm fucking done!
Go upstairs!
DEELIE: She was
the only thing in this
whole sick fucking world
that was any good
and you took her away from me!
(SOBBING)
(GUN BARREL CLICKING)
(GUNSHOT)
Deelie.
(THUD)
Deelie!
Deelie!
I'm really sorry
for what I did.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
(DEVICE WHIRS)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(TRAFFIC AND HORNS BLARING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
I'm going in.
(GLASS CRUNCHING)
Oh! (RETCHES)
(MAN YELLS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(POLICE SIREN)
(POLICE DISPATCHER)
(CROWD CHEERING
AND BAND PLAYING)
(POLICE DISPATCHER)
(BAND PLAYS)
MACKLES: There is
an impossibly fine line
between sanity and madness.
And it's not always
possible to know
which side
of that line we
are standing on.
The violence
between disparate sides
is not endemic
to this culture.
it is endemic
to all cultures.
We are again
tribes.
But defining
our tribe
is not as simple
as the black people
born under the sun,
or the white people
born under the moon.
Our division is,
wrong others
against right self.
And this division
does not rest
simply on
an unfamiliarity
with a tribe
other than our own.
It's deeper
than that.
Sir?
Yes?
It's the 21st century,
Dr. Mackles.
With my phone,
I can learn about
any culture
on the planet.
I'm a Google search away
from knowing
everything about
a belief system
in 20 minutes.
Let me ask you a question.
What if that
belief system
you Googled
was so
antithetical
to your own,
that would seem,
for lack of a better word,
insane?
Like what?
MACKLES: Well, like, uh,
take medicine.
Here,
medicine is
all pharmaceutical
compounds
created
in laboratories,
sold by faceless
corporations
to millions.
In other parts
of the world,
medicine
is a plant.
A bit of bark,
a root,
or a mineral.
Or a combination
of all of them.
Administered
to one man
by another man
who is believed
to channel powers
that you could not
begin to comprehend.
This medical knowledge
is based on ancient beliefs.
The tenets of which
in this country,
it would just make
your blood run cold.
Metaphysical
beliefs in healing
and humanity.
That would seem, um,
insane to you,
no matter how hard
you tried to understand them.
But it is
the very belief
in such things
that gives
this medicine
it's power.
(BELL RINGS)
Looks like we're
out of time.
So, we'll take this
up again
next week.
Thank you.
Mr. Hobbs.
I want you
to do something
for me.
A little extra credit,
if you will.
I want you to take
that phone
in your pocket
and find me
a culture that is so
inverse to your own
that the idea
of it taking root
here, in this city,
would scare
the bejesus
out of you.
Yes, sir.
(RADIO DISPATCHER)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Get the fuck
in there!
Don't fucking move.
GIRL: No! Wait!
Hey!
GIRL: Stop!
What are you doing
in there?
I'm Detective Boyd.
GIRL: Get away from me!
Calm down, it's okay.
GIRL: I don't wanna go.
Please?
No. What's he
doing with her?
That's mine!
Shut the fuck up!
PRESTON: You can't take her!
I'm Detective Boyd.
She's mine!
MARIA: Don't talk to her!
Come on, give me you hand.
What are you
doing with her?
Keep your hands up!
Look, I'm gonna get you
outta here. Come on.
Maria?
Hey, where are you going?
Maria?
Where you going?
You can't take her!
Hey, man.
Get on your fucking--
She stays with me, pal.
Get down on your feet now.
I didn't do
anything wrong, man.
Yeah?
She came willingly
with me.
I told you, get on
your fucking feet!
Nah! You go
to hell, bitch.
You first.
(GUNSHOT)
(BODY THUDS)
(POLICE SIREN)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
No, no, no, no!
(TIRES SCREECH)
We need him alive!
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(POLICE SIREN)
(GURGLING)
(GURGLING)
Medics are on the way.
(GUNSHOT)
(NECK CRACKS)
(GUNSHOT)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SERENE MUSIC PLAYING)
PRESTON: Then go to hell!
LUCAS: You first.
(GUNSHOT)
(MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Mr. Farner.
Mr. Randoku.
It is an honor, sir.
A man like you,
who is so powerful.
Tell me, why do you
want to do this?
Who is interviewing who?
I am interviewing
you, sir.
I do not do business
with anyone,
I do not know
everything about.
Neither do I.
Mr. Randoku,
I'm a man who
explores options
of power,
as you say.
It is elusive.
You are a man
who harvests power,
and bottles it even.
You're also a man
with a lot of eyes
on you right now.
I have a plane
that can take you
anywhere you like.
(RANDOKU LAUGHS)
Appreciate
the kind words, sir.
I do not
need your help.
You... need me.
Let me know
when you are ready.
Think of the souls
you could've harvested
there, Mr. Randoku.
ANGIE: Detective Boyd,
did you feel
any sense of vindication
when you fired
at the suspect?
Other than it was
him or me? No.
Did the death of your
own daughter in any way
affect your decision
to fire on Mr. Preston?
No.
DEPARTMENT REP:
Let's be honest, Ms. Cannon.
Mr. Preston was clearly
leaning forward
at the time
of the shooting,
reaching for a gun.
Any more questions?
(WATER BUBBLING)
DEELIE: You okay?
Yeah.
(LUCAS SIGHS)
That's not convincing.
(SCOFFS) No, I'm okay.
I had another bad dream.
DEELIE: Do you want
to talk about it?
No. Not really.
(LUCAS YELLS)
(SIGHS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)
(PHONE RINGS)
(BELL TOLLS)
RANDOKU: Hello?
Yes, it' s me.
Let's move forward.
I'll wire
what we agreed upon.
(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CRUNCHING)
(BELL TOLLS)
GIRL: Go, go, go, go, go!
COACH: You got it!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(POLICE SIREN)
All right,
you go first.
(LAUGHS)
I'm just kidding.
Yeah.
What's going on?
You might have fooled
the review board,
but don't you think
you can fool me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, you get your ass
over to the shrink
and see if you can fool her.
I think I'm having
a hard time hearing you
'cause all I can hear
are the voices.
You know?
Fuckers...
You having fun?
Yeah, loads.
(SEAGULL SQUAWKS)
MARIA: I was thinking maybe
you should take a vacation.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
I'm just curious.
Where would you send me?
Anywhere but here.
And do what?
I don't know. Fish.
Go out on
a charter boat.
Fish?
Drop a line
in the water.
Maria, that sounds
fucking horrible.
Well, you need it.
(LUCAS GROANS)
MARIA: Between you and I
and just us.
Yeah?
Was he really
going for his gun?
Maria, let me ask
you a question.
Do you think anybody
misses Ted Bundy?
That's not an answer.
No. It is,
if you're listening.
Fuck that.
(DISPATCHER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
You want me to get that?
Yeah, you get that.
This is 130 reporting.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(POLICE RADIO CHIMING)
LUCAS: What do we got, Jimmy?
JIMMY: A floater.
Caucasian female.
She's been dead,
maybe 6 hours.
MARIA: Oh, fuck.
Any ID?
JIMMY: No. Nothing.
MARIA: Age?
JIMMY: Maybe 14, 15.
Somebody did
a real number on her.
Her hands, genitals
have been removed.
You mean,
crabs got to her?
You don't lose the parts
she's missing to wildlife.
She was cut
before she was dumped.
If it wasn't a scalpel,
it was something
just as sharp.
Eyes, eyelids.
Yeah.
Left hand, missing.
Gone.
You think that's what
killed her, Bill?
No. Death was
a courtesy of this.
Throat cut. Bled out.
Her veins are
full of river silt.
The only DNA we found
was that of hers.
And these marks.
Look at these.
It's like
some kind of rope.
Hung by her feet.
Like a side of beef.
Goddamn.
This isn't
getting any better.
BILL: I'll know more later.
MARIA: All right.
MARIA: Thanks, doc.
Can you send it
upstairs for me?
BILL: Yeah.
MARIA: Thank you.
You okay?
Hmm?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just give me a second.
All right, gang related or...
LUCAS: No, no, no, no.
This ain't gang related.
MARCHANT: No?
It's more methodical.
Somebody with a purpose.
Yeah. With a purpose, right?
Come on, Boyd.
You don't know that yet.
(SCOFFS)
MARIA: What if he's right?
About what?
You have other cases
with so much better leads.
Now just do your job.
Get the hell out of here.
LUCAS: Captain?
Yeah?
You didn't see
what she looked like.
MARIA: What are you thinking?
LUCAS: I'm thinking
another good cop
became a bureaucrat.
MARIA: Well, how about
I buy you a drink?
LUCAS: Sounds great.
BOY: Ooh!
Yo! That's a brick!
BOY 1: Oh, come on, dude!
Hit me! I'm open! I'm open!
BOY 2: Air ball!
BOY 1: Shoot it! Shoot it!
BOY 2: I think that's a foul!
BOY: Oh, you suck, bro.
BOY 2: Hey, pass it to me.
Yes! Yes!
He did it!
Why didn't you
let me play?
You know Jamie shoots
nothing but bricks.
It's time to go,
little bro.
Wait. Where am I going?
Well, you're
going home.
But I wanna
play with you.
You're going home.
It's getting late.
Mom's gonna be worried.
You know, you got homework.
But you never did
your homework.
I'm not
as smart as you.
You got a brain.
You can use it.
You need
to go study.
Come on.
BOY: Dunk it up your ass.
BOY: Whoo!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
STEFANO: No, let me go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
STEFANO: Let me out of here!
This kid is great.
That is fucking,
it's true and he--
He continuously just
does not run the ball.
You know, you don't
have to be dealing
with something
like this, after...
After what?
What do you mean?
You know, Lucas.
Oh, Christ.
Are you talking
about my daughter?
Well, yeah. And...
Maria, I'm dealing with it
the best way I know how.
I'm just saying,
if it were me,
I'd be gone in a heartbeat.
Well, it ain't you.
And I'm not you.
Come on now.
I'm no shrink.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
That's for fucking sure,
you aren't a shrink.
(BOTH LAUGH)
What?
I'm just gonna be your friend.
Thank you.
Okay.
Be great.
You know what friends do?
They order shots.
Why don't you
buy me a shot?
Okay.
Get us
a couple of shots.
Okay.
Okay? Come on. Fine.
(GROANS)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU: Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU: Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO SOBS)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(STEFANO CRIES)
(STEFANO SCREAMING)
(POURS DRINK INTO SINK)
(SETS CUP DOWN)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
VOICE:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
He was called in
missing about one a.m.
Some kids found him here.
Wife said,
he goes out fishing,
but never out past 10:00.
My guess is that
he came upon something
he wasn't supposed to see.
Yeah.
Anything else?
Oh, yeah.
There's more.
You're gonna
wanna see this.
(HELICOPTER BLADES
WHIR OVERHEAD)
VOICE:
Mimi nitakamata tani.
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
LUCAS: What do we got, Nick?
Hispanic male,
about 10 years old.
Looks exactly like
what we saw
at the river yesterday.
LUCAS: Shit.
(EERIE SOUND)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Nick, make sure
I get a picture
of that, please.
Okay.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
BILL: The old man
would've died anyway
from his throat
being cut,
if he'd had a heart left
to pump the blood out.
What?
His heart had been
sliced out clean,
and there was no blood
in his throat.
So whoever did this,
it was awfully quick.
I mean, when you say
quick, like, how quick?
I mean, like his heart
might've still been beating.
LUCAS: But what about
the heart? Did you find it?
(SIGHS) No.
LUCAS: No?
No. Didn't find it.
What about the boy?
BILL: Well, the boy
was like the first girl.
Yeah?
Mutilated.
Parts cut off. Missing.
One thing. Whatever
this guy is using,
is sharp as hell.
Okay.
Want a little snoot?
Got some
good whiskey here.
LUCAS: Yeah, I'll take
a little snoot.
And there's
another, uh...
another thing
interesting.
LUCAS: Yeah?
Remember those things
you brought from the altar?
Yes, sir.
Well...
Cheers.
This one...
(CONTENTS SHAKE IN JAR)
It's finely
powdered gold.
What do you
mean, gold?
Like Fort Knox Gold.
No shit.
And these...
These are some
herbs you brought.
Yeah?
I've been able
to ID one of 'em.
And it's, uh,
something called rooibos.
What's that?
Well, there's been
some research on it.
It's from Africa.
It's a red tea.
Mmm. It ain't
that kinda tea though.
Thanks, Bill.
Not like you drink.
(LUCAS LAUGHS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Shit. Excuse me.
Do you know where
Dr. Mackles' office is?
That way.
It's back this way?
Yeah.
Gosh.
MACKLES: Come in.
May I help you?
LUCAS: Well, I hope so.
Are you Dr. Mackles?
Yes.
I'm homicide
detective Lucas Boyd.
Do you mind if I sit?
So, you teach
African studies,
is that right?
(LUCAS CLEARS THROAT)
Yes.
LUCAS: Are you
from Africa?
Yes. Lesotho.
Where is that at?
It's a small country
in the heart of South Africa.
Oh.
Is my being African
important?
LUCAS: Well, again,
I hope so.
Do you, uh, know
what rooibos is?
Yes. It's tea.
Just tea?
Well, it's sometimes
used medicinally.
Mmm-hmm.
Um, smell this,
and tell me what
it is, will you?
(SNIFFS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Where did you get this?
Why? What is it?
Dr. Mackles.
What is it?
It's... herbs.
Mmm-hmm.
Just any kind of herbs?
Well, I would say
yohimbe bark
and, uh, some other
fermented tree roots.
LUCAS: Hmm.
Where'd you get it?
I found it
at a crime scene.
What kind of crime?
Well, I'm a homicide
detective, sir.
Can you tell me
what these writings are?
You could easily
google this, Detective.
I know. I know.
And I actually did.
It didn't
make sense to me.
But then I did Google
leading scholars
in African culture,
and your name came up,
as the best
and brightest.
So, here I am.
I'm sorry.
I cannot help you.
Well, I appreciate
your time, sir.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRUMMING)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
I'm just looking
for someone.
A ghost.
I need to put a name
to this face.
I've seen him around.
Great.
He's my main suspect
in some strange killings.
We found an altar.
Blood.
I don't really know
what it means.
He's a Sangoma.
Sangoma?
Touched by God.
A witch doctor.
He works for clients.
What kind of clients?
Rich and powerful ones.
May I give you
a word of advice?
Mmm-hmm.
Be careful.
He could be
coming for you.
Thank you.
Is everything okay?
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Dr. Mackles,
I need your help.
God dam it,
two kids are dead.
They were
butchered like hogs.
You know what these
writings are, don't you?
Now, please,
take another look.
I cannot help you.
Can't or won't?
You're scared,
aren't you?
(POLICE DISPATCHER RADIO)
Watch your step, doctor.
Oh.
LUCAS: What is it, doctor?
MACKLES: It's Swahili.
Zulu.
Hmm.
It identifies territory.
Identifies how?
Uh, centers
of power, or...
ways to get access
to that power.
Do me a favor. Can you
read that right there?
Well, roughly.
Uh, "Here
I take the power.
"Here I become the power."
Your man is a Sangoma.
A medicine man.
In your culture, you would
call him a witch doctor.
The way he's killing,
that makes sense.
You ever hear the term
"Muti," Detective?
No.
It's Zulu.
It means medicine.
But, Muti has
a dark side.
So, are you saying
that he is using
the body parts for medicine?
Exactly.
Right.
Well,
you know,
pharmaceutical
companies
use stem cells from aborted
fetuses to create vaccines.
Right.
Well, this is just
a primitive version
of that concept.
I'm listening.
Well, in
a metaphysical sense,
it can be tied to
what can be referred to
as "the warrior tradition."
Put simply, it's a ritual
performed to order.
To make one a warrior,
or to provide power
to that warrior.
Sangomas have been
practicing Muti for centuries.
(YELLS)
(YELLS)
MACKLES: Businessmen,
politicians, salesmen, you,
anyone.
People who pay for Muti
are seeking
personal success,
power,
protection.
They believe that Muti
strengthens their
personal force,
gives them an edge.
In Muti,
specific body parts
have a distinct effect.
Mmm-hmm.
Genitals,
they bring virility,
good luck.
Especially if
they're virgin.
Right.
The eyes,
farsightedness,
clarity of vision.
The brain,
knowledge,
political power.
Mmm-hmm.
The Sangoma takes
whatever they need
for a specific outcome.
Jesus Christ.
But, there's more.
A Sangoman must
take the flesh
while the victim
is still alive...
Right.
In order to get
the power they seek...
Mmm-hmm.
...they must awaken
the gods to bestow it.
Which means...
the screams
of the victim...
Right.
...are critical.
The more intense
the scream,
the more powerful
the Muti.
Then the body parts
are mixed with
the victim's blood,
herbs, clay, gold,
all of which is believed
to attract and hold power.
That elixir is drunk
by the client
or the Sangoma,
in order to get
the power they seek.
They believe
that it turns them
into a warrior.
Makes them a warrior.
And an undefeatable one.
Sounds unbelievable
to me.
Right. To you,
Detective.
To him,
it's simply business.
And very real.
Very real.
Whatever he's
about to do,
it feels he needs
power to do it.
Mmm-hmm.
And understand this.
These first two,
they were just
him getting ready.
He did them for himself.
Capisce?
MARIA: Do you really
believe in this?
Mmm-hmm. Yes.
This is just
too sick.
I mean, Maria,
it's sick enough
to be real, you know.
I just wish I could see
this motherfucker's face.
All I see right now
is a monster.
(SIGHS)
I want one that's beautiful.
One with pretty eyes.
One filled with
life and promise.
Oh, I want her to have
a great deal of intelligence.
And so much more
to live for.
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(TV PLAYING FAINTLY)
Welcome.
What can I
get for you?
Tequila.
Neat, or on the rocks?
Neat.
(SOFTLY) Okay.
TERRY: Are you
new in town?
Yes.
Vacation?
No, work.
Mmm.
That's a really
cool accent.
I like it.
Where is it from?
I've been
so many places.
It is hard to say.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
May I be honest?
Oh, sure.
I like your eyes.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHING)
Thank you.
They are lovely.
(CHUCKLING)
Stop it.
I mean it.
I really like them.
TERRY:
Thank you.
I really mean it, too.
Hey.
I could use
eyes like that.
(TERRY LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
My name is Randoku.
What is your name?
Randoku.
I like that.
I'm Terry.
Tell me all
about yourself, Terry.
This is just
a summer job for me.
You are in school?
Yeah.
Yeah. I'm pre-med
at the university.
So, you are smart.
(TERRY LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLING)
I guess.
COP 1: This matches the van
that was reported stolen
two weeks ago.
Clear here?
Yeah,
it's clear here.
Mmm, you wouldn't really
know it from meeting me
in this place,
but, I'm in the top
one percent of my class.
I like that.
COP 2: Let's see
if Terry knows anything.
COP 2: Hey, Terry.
Hey.
(EXHALES)
Either of you
wouldn't happen to know
anything about that van...
(SCREAMS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(COP BREATHES HEAVILY)
MARCHANT: No, no. I get it.
It's a witch doctor
from Africa...
LUCAS: Yeah,
that's right.
And I should
believe this
because what?
According to Dr. Mackles,
he's servicing a client.
Hmm.
You believe
in this shit?
LUCAS: You know what,
I wanna go back to work.
MARCHANT:
Hey, Boyd. Sit down.
(LUCAS CLEARS THROAT)
Boyd!
I think he's
onto something.
Yeah, like what?
Captain, we have
two officers down.
MARIA: Get Boyd.
Is your name Terry?
Ma'am?
(SOBS)
Hey, it's okay.
I need to ask you
a few questions, okay,
and if you can
help me out with that,
then maybe
we can find this guy.
Are you gonna
help me out? Yeah?
Sure.
Yeah? All right.
So, tell me, what,
what did he look like?
Was he big,
tall, or what?
He was big.
Yeah?
Good.
Mm-hmm.
When you say big,
like, over six feet,
or what?
I think so.
Mm-hmm.
Black? White?
Where?
He was a black guy.
He was.
He was kind of handsome.
Yeah.
(WHIMPERING)
And, he was covered
with scarification
on his face.
He had scarring
on his face?
Did you get a name
by any chance? Yeah?
What was his name?
(SNIFFLES)
(SNIFFLES)
Terry, what was his name?
Randoku.
Randoku?
Randoku.
(SOFTLY) Okay.
All right, come on.
Let me get you up.
Come on.
Let me help you.
(SOBS)
Maria.
We got a name.
Randoku.
Go on, let's sort
that out. Come on.
Jimmy, anything?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
Lots of anythings.
Yeah?
Got a thumb, forefinger,
ring finger.
Okay.
Good thing your boy
likes tequila.
You're saying he's
about 6, 6'3", 6'4" maybe?
6'4", I would say, yeah.
Jimmy, give me a name
on these prints.
These weird, uh,
scars on his face.
Scars on his face.
Thank you.
Thank you. Boyd.
This lady said she just seen
a black guy coming in and out
of that unfinished
apartment building.
Hadn't seen him around
until a few days ago.
Said he has
scars on his face.
That's our guy.
Come on, let's go.
LUCAS: Hey, Keith.
Watch the front.
Let's go. Come on.
KEITH: Come on.
Gotta go! Gotta go!
I want everybody on two.
And let's communicate.
POLICEMAN: Roger that.
Bobby,
you stay here.
Copy that.
He's been here.
Fuck.
(SIRENS WAILING)
POLICEMAN: There he goes!
LUCAS: Shit! He's coming back
on the third floor.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(SLASHING)
(THUDS)
(GUN COCKS)
(BULLET WHIZZES)
LUCAS: Freeze!
Claussen get the fuck down!
POLICEMAN: Officer down.
Officer down!
LUCAS: Son of a bitch!
POLICEMAN: (ON RADIO)
Backup. Hang in with me now.
CLAUSSEN: Fuck!
We got officers down.
Go, go, go!
POLICEMAN: (ON RADIO)
Officer down. He's injured.
Maria, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Maria, let's go.
Yo, let's go.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
Jesus Christ.
(MOANS SOFTLY)
Okay, I'm gonna
get you out of here.
Hey, give me
your fucking jacket!
(MARIA GRUNTS)
LUCAS: Let's go.
MAN: Let's go, let's go!
(BELLS TOLLING)
I'm hoping
you see something
I wouldn't.
I'll try.
LUCAS: After you.
So why'd you
come here
to America?
New start, I guess.
Yeah? You got
any family?
No. My brothers
and sisters are
still back in Africa.
LUCAS: Take a look
at this.
DR. MACKLES: My father
worked in medicine.
He worked
with the tribes.
My mother worked
with him.
LUCAS: Mmm.
LUCAS: Well,
for what it's worth,
I'm sorry I dragged
you into this shit.
No, you're not.
You're right. I'm not.
You know,
in certain cultures,
I could have your head
or another body part.
Is that right?
Yeah.
As an apology
to make me feel better.
Mmm.
Greece, Asia,
certain African tribes.
If a certain member
of a tribe offended
another member
by delving too deeply
into his personal affairs,
the chief could have
that person killed
and the body part
delivered as a gift.
Hmm.
A way of saying,
problem solved.
Well, thank God
that ain't legal
in this country.
I'd be mailing out
body parts
all day long.
Let me know
if you need anything.
(PAPERS RUSTLING)
Nothing.
Sorry, Detective.
You're still here?
This fucker killed
two of my men.
VALERIA: You're okay?
Ten children in Tanzania
kidnapped and killed
for body parts.
A dozen children
in Spain.
Thousand of children are
missing all across Europe.
And you ask me
how I'm doing?
You can't
let it get to you.
That's what I keep
telling myself.
But how hard does your heart
have to get in order to live?
VALERIA: Maybe you
should go home.
Be with your family.
My family, yeah.
(INHALES) You're right.
(SIGHS) I think
there comes a day
in everyone's life where
they realize
they don't really
matter much.
Whatever their goals are
really don't
amount to shit.
And that is
a very sad day.
Oh, thank you.
You're a fucking
piece of work, Lucas.
DEELIE: You're a fucking...
LUCAS: We're not doing this.
DEELIE:
We're not doing this again?
We're not doing this again?
You know what
you're not gonna do it?
You fell asleep again!
You're gonna go
sleep again, yeah?
Yeah, like you did before?
LUCAS: Come on,
what do you want me to say?
DEELIE: You fucking
piece of...
LUCAS: Come on.
Son of a bitch!
LUCAS: Come on, come on.
I need some
of your brew.
Come on in.
What's going on?
You doing okay?
Yeah.
I take it you never saw
that shrink, did you?
Mmm.
There was something
that I wanted to show you,
I found in Randoku's apartment
the other day.
Look at this. It's, uh,
it's Farner Ltd.
It's a multibillion dollar,
multinational,
mega corporation.
Good one.
Have you ever heard of...
Farner company.
I know that asshole.
Donates a lot of money.
I don't know.
I guess the question
is though
is what they're
talking about here
is that
there's a big vote Tuesday.
How important
do you think
this is to him?
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hold.
It's Lucas.
They have something
in forensics.
We'll be right down. Thanks.
MAN: I got this
from the bar.
But there were
no matches
in US database,
so, I checked Interpol,
and I got this.
When I superimpose them,
I give you one
M'Gushu Randoku.
Born in South Africa,
Zulu heritage.
Says he was
in Rome recently.
What about
his port of entry?
Where was it?
Uh...
Came into New Orleans
a week ago.
Anything else?
Well, yeah.
Old M'Gushu here?
Been dead for six years.
Here's his
death certificate signed
by a Sudanese General.
MARCHANT:
That doesn't
mean he's dead.
It might just mean
he has friends in high places
who can help him disappear.
He ain't dead. Not yet.
CLAUSSEN: Hey, Lucas.
Yeah?
How's Kersch?
She's fighting
for her life,
Claussen.
(SIGHS) Check this out.
This was
in Randoku's place.
Shit.
Not sure
what it's about.
You know what, I'll look
into it, thanks.
All right.
You got it.
(SUCKS TEETH)
(SIGHS)
(DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(VALERIA SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
Do you speak English?
VALERIA: Yes.
Can I help you?
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
This is Detective Lucas Boyd.
I'm calling from America.
I need to speak to a uh,
I think it's
Inspector, uh, Mario Lavazzi?
I'm sorry, but he's
left for the day, Detective.
Okay, well,
you don't understand.
This is an emergency.
I'm investigating a murder
of two children.
Now, I'd love
if you could get him
on the cell phone or his home.
I don't give a fuck
where he is.
Just call him.
VALERIA: (ON PHONE)
Okay, okay. Scusi.
I find him.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE BEEPS)
MARIO:
(ON PHONE) Si?
Inspector Lavazzi?
MARIO: Yes.
LUCAS: (ON PHONE)
I'm Detective Lucas Boyd.
I'm investigating a murder
of two children.
Um, one of the suspects
that we're looking for
is a man by the name of
M'Gushu Randoku.
He's killed two children
here in America.
The interesting thing
is we found your card
at his apartment.
Is there
a reason for that?
He was kidnapping young women
all throughout Europe.
LUCAS: Whoa, what'd you say?
He was kidnapping young women
all throughout Europe,
Detective.
I almost caught him
here in Rome a few weeks ago.
But the son of a bitch
got away.
Okay, well, is there anything
you can help me with?
Because he's doing
the same thing here.
I know who he works for.
LUCAS: Who?
I can't prove it.
I know it as a cop.
Yeah, okay, well,
just talk to me
like a cop then.
We found some CCTV footage
of Randoku meeting
with a South African
businessman.
I later found out
his identity.
His name is Shelby Farner.
MARIO: F-A-R-N-E-R.
MARIO: Farner.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Prego, Detective. Prego.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Can I help you?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm Detective Boyd.
Is Shelby Farner around?
Yes, he is.
Go get him for me, please.
All right.
Okay.
(FOOTSTEPS COMING DOWN
STAIRCASE)
LUCAS: Mr. Farner?
Yes.
Detective Boyd.
Do you mind if
we have a word?
Certainly. Uh...
Come with me.
LUCAS: I appreciate that.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
You touch another
fucking kid in my city,
and I'm gonna fucking
put a bullet in your head.
What are you talking about?
I'm gonna put
a fucking bullet in your head.
You hear me?
(PANTING)
(CHUCKLES) Obviously,
you don't know
who you're talking to.
You want
somebody strong?
You want somebody strong,
you come get me.
I'm right here.
You know, I'm gonna
tell you something.
After I get
your fucking partner,
I'm coming after you.
And you know
what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna fucking
eat your liver.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SPEAKING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
KATIE: Exactly, yeah.
(GIRLS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
COACH: All right, ladies.
Time to get ready.
Get on your numbers.
Warm up.
Ladies on the sideline,
warm up.
COACH: Set!
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(GIRLS CHEERING)
Whoo!
(PANTING)
Good job, good job!
Thank you.
Whoo!
Good job. High five!
GIRL 1: Good job.
GIRL 2: Awesome.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
LUCAS: Hello.
I just got threatened
by Mr. Randoku.
I'm sorry to hear that,
Dr. Mackles.
I'm not sorry.
Fuck him.
DR. MACKLES: Pick me up.
I'll be right there, yeah.
I hear you're quite
the student athlete.
I try my best, sir.
Do you know that I have
a foundation
Really?
that offers scholarships
for girls like you?
Well, do you
enjoy competition?
Oh, yeah.
Always?
Yeah, I mean,
our coach tells us
that winning isn't everything,
but that giving it your best
is what it's all about.
What's the point of
putting in all that work
if you're not
trying to win?
(LAUGHS)
Ah, Katie,
you are just delightful.
I'll bet you're
a straight A student.
Yes, sir. Straight A's.
Delightful.
And your favorite
subject is...
A tie between
math and science.
But I love music, too.
And math is obviously
a big part of music, so...
Obviously.
(BOTH LAUGH)
So, how do you know
my parents?
Oh, we've known
each other for ages.
So weird.
They never
mentioned you before.
Well, I find
that difficult to believe.
(LAUGHS)
They really haven't.
Oh, come on!
(BOTH LAUGH)
Really.
Ah, Katie.
I can't tell you how
perfect you are.
Thank you!
Let's get Katie ready.
Ready for what?
(SMACKS LIPS) Oh...
It's a surprise.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
CLAUSSEN:
Her name's Katie.
How are they
dealing with it?
Well, usual.
Fed playbook.
No calls.
Mm-hmm.
No ransom demand.
I need to tell them
about Randoku.
Yeah. Well,
when you do,
just take them
into the other room,
all right?
(EXHALES)
It's him.
Yeah, I know.
Can I make
a suggestion?
Sure, yeah.
If he is working
for Farner...
Mm-hmm.
...they're gonna want
to do the ceremony
at a very safe place.
So I would look
for properties
owned by Farner.
Especially
warehouse-type
near water.
Mmm.
(DISPATCHER RADIO STATIC)
Give me some good news,
Claussen.
Farner Industries owns
a lot of property in town.
They got one warehouse
by the river.
I'm sending you
the address now.
Got it. Thanks.
You gotta stay here.
(GRUNTS)
Okay.
(GUN COCKING)
(EXHALES)
(RANDOKU AND KATIE
TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu kuwa tani.
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
(SOBS) Please stop!
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(SOBBING)
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
KATIE: (SOBBING) No.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
(KATIE SOBBING)
RANDOKU:
Humu mimi nitakamata tani.
Humu mimi kuwa tani.
Drop the fucking knife!
Do it now!
(KATIE SOBS)
Do it now
or I'll blow
your fucking head off.
(METAL CLANGS)
Good.
Now put your hands
behind your head.
(GROANS)
No!
(INHALES) Give up!
(SOBBING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(CHOKING)
(SOBBING)
(FARNER MAKING
GURGLING SOUNDS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
(METAL CLANGS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
(GAGS)
I warned you.
(GAGGING)
(JABBING SOUND)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(KATIE SOBBING)
KATIE: (SOBBING) No.
No.
Please, no.
No.
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(RANDOKU GRUNTS)
(KATIE SOBBING)
No.
(KATIE SOBBING)
POLICEMAN: Who's there?
DR. MACKLES:
Detective Boyd.
(KATIE SOBBING)
LUCAS: One white male
found dead on site.
Shelby Farner.
(GLASS RATTLES)
LUCAS: No trace of Randoku.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
MARIO: Detective Boyd.
This is Inspector Lavazzi.
LUCAS: Inspector Lavazzi.
I found something
that might be helpful.
What?
MARIO: Randoku was here
in Rome
attending a lecture
from someone from your city.
A college professor
by the name of Mackles.
All of this happened
nine months ago.
They also met several times
after the lecture.
Mm-hmm.
Right.
Maybe this can
help you somehow.
I appreciate the call.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
(THUD)
(WHISPERS) Aw, man.
God damn it.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
All right.
DR. MANNHEIM: Detective?
Mmm, yeah.
Detective?
Are you okay?
(WHISPERS) She was my partner.
DR. MANNHEIM:
It's all right.
She's been transferred.
What did you say?
It's okay.
She's okay.
I had her moved
downstairs.
No, no. What do you mean?
It's okay.
I had her moved
downstairs, Detective.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, Jesus.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Oh, thank you.
You know, every once
in a while, there's a miracle.
I guess so.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
You know, a friend
of hers came by last night
and stayed for about an hour.
And then I saw him leave.
What do you mean?
What did he look like?
Um, he was a tall,
greying black man.
Probably about 70s.
With very kind eyes.
I think he prayed over her,
and then I saw him leave.
What did he say?
He just said
she was going
to be all right.
And then he said a word
I didn't understand.
Yeah, what was that?
Muti?
I don't know.
Thank you for
saving her, Doctor.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
DR. MANNHEIM: You bet.
(DIALING)
(LINE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
MAN: (ON VOICEMAIL)
Hello, you've reached
Dr. Mackles office.
Dr. Mackles is on extended
leave until further notice.
Please leave a message.
(BEEP)
Well played.
(SMACKS LIPS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
You're a fucking
piece of work, Lucas.
DEELIE: You're fucking...
LUCAS: We're not doing this.
DEELIE:
We're not doing this again?
We're not doing this again?
You know what
you're not gonna do it?
You fell asleep again!
You know our daughter
has fucking seizures,
and you fell asleep!
What do I want?
DEELIE: Fucking piece of...
LUCAS: Come on.
Son of a bitch!
LUCAS: Come on, come on.
(YELLING)
I'm sorry.
That's right,
I'm fucking done!
Go upstairs!
DEELIE: She was
the only thing in this
whole sick fucking world
that was any good
and you took her away from me!
(SOBBING)
(GUN BARREL CLICKING)
(GUNSHOT)
Deelie.
(THUD)
Deelie!
Deelie!
I'm really sorry
for what I did.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
(DEVICE WHIRS)
(GROANS SOFTLY)