Millennium (1996) s01e01 Episode Script

I'm here.
All righty.
- How's it going? - Okay.
I wanna make sure the babysitter hasn't left yet.
That weird French guy's back.
- With the poetry? - Yeah.
- Hi.
- Hi, honey.
Its Mommy.
Is Cindy still there? Okay.
Let me talk to her.
- You got a private.
- I'm off.
It's 200 bucks for 10 minutes.
Tell me what you want.
Do you like me? Tell me what you want.
I want to see you dance on the blood-dimmed tide- You like to watch my body? Where the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
I know you like it.
Don't be shy.
This is the second death.
The abominable and the fornicators.
This is the second death.
- Tell me what you want.
- You'll have your part in the lake.
The great plague in a maritime city.
You'll have your part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone.
I know you like it.
I know you like it.
Tell me what you want.
- I think someone's peeking.
- You're peeking, Mommy! Okay.
You tell me when, Jordan.
Shh.
Okay.
Okay, Mommy.
You can look now.
Oh, Frank, you had it painted.
Ohh.
It's so beautiful.
Is this our new house, Daddy? - Our new yellow house.
- Oh.
Come here.
Frank? Can you come here? There's something up here.
Catherine? What is it? - Mm.
- Mmm.
I'm so happy right now.
I think this move was the right thing.
- I really do, Frank.
- I do too.
Feels like home.
Hello, there.
Hi.
I'm, uh - I'm jack meredith.
- Guess we're gonna be neighbors.
- Nice to meet you.
Frank Black.
Hiya, Frank.
So, where are you folks from? Well, we've been in Washington, D.
C.
for the past ten years but my wife and I are both from here in Seattle.
So what brings you back here? I want to come home, put some roots down.
Oh, well, that - that makes sense.
- What kind of work do you do, Frank? - Well, I do some consulting.
Oh, good.
Can we, uh - Can we invite you folks over for dinner this week? - I see you have a little girl.
- Thank you.
- I'll talk to my wife.
- Good.
Say - Say, Frank.
You couldn't have picked a nicer place to come back to.
Excuse me.
- How old was this kid? - Seventeen.
Seventeen years old.
- This guy's got no other priors? - Nothing at all.
I think Ive just seen a ghost.
Hey, Bletch.
Hey.
What are you doing here, Frank? - We moved back to Seattle.
- You and Catherine? Yeah.
We missed the weather.
Hey.
This is Frank Black.
He used to work Homicide here before he became a big star at the F.
B.
I.
You're the guy that caught the guy.
The serial murderer who ate his victims.
- What's his name? Piggett? - Leon Cole Piggett.
I was always curious.
How'd he prepare them? In a skillet, with potatoes and onions.
- Oh, man.
- Ooh.
- Got a minute? - Yeah, sure.
- That'll work.
- I'll get right on it.
- How's work? - Oh, homicide rate's at a record low.
- Only 34 last year.
- Congratulations.
Ah, I'd like to take all the credit but the truth is, we got some damn fine paramedics.
How about this woman two days ago? The one with the little girl.
She was a stripper, worked a peep show.
Somebody, obviously, wanted more than a peep.
You're keeping the details from the press.
It was bloody and cruel.
- How's the little girl? - She's in custody down at D.
S.
H.
S.
- She witness the murder? - No, she didn't.
You down here looking for work, Frank? Sexual homicide.
That's what I did for 10 years, Bletch.
Yeah.
And I hear it pushed you into early retirement.
Any chance you could take me down to see the body? She went down fighting.
I can tell you that.
Blunt trauma.
Antemortem impact abrasions on her upper torso.
She was a strong woman.
Took some work to subdue her.
Mind you, our killer was no weakling, either.
He severed her head.
No mean task, let me tell ya.
What was the position of the body when they found her? She was on her back with her arms crossed over her chest.
You didn't find the murder weapon but it was something he took from the crime scene.
A carving knife was missing from a kitchen set.
She was clothed.
There was no evidence of sexual assault.
- What else? - He cut off her fingers.
The man with the X-ray eyes.
- What did hair and fiber turn up? - Maybe you should tell me.
Two head hairs from a black male.
- How's he do that? - I don't know.
Lucky guesser.
Frank, you obviously just didn't come down here to say, `HHi.
" - What are you doing here? - I've seen this M.
O.
before.
I know the patterns and the profile.
- So what's the profile? - He'll kill again.
Well, she was a working girl, a target.
That's not why he chose her.
Why did he choose her? I don't know yet.
I'm working with a consulting group.
These guys have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.
They could take a look.
I've got three detectives assigned to this.
What do I tell them? That the killer's going to be hard to catch.
They could use some luck or some help.
Hi.
You caught me.
I was just thinking something nasty.
- I just wanna talk.
- Talk to me.
Tell me what you want.
You knew her, didn't you? - This isn't an interrogation booth.
- I'm not a cop.
- I've already given my statement.
- I might be able to figure out who killed her.
Yeah? How? Tell me about her.
Her name was Calamity.
She didnt hook.
She didn't do drugs.
She just danced for the money so she could raise her little girl.
There isn't much else to know.
Any fans? Any freaks? If you didn't notice the clientele here isn't exactly the picture of moral rectitude.
They'd applaud, but it takes both hands.
Can you think of any reason someone might've killed her? A reason? Men don't need reasons.
All they need is an excuse.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for your time.
There's a guy.
He holds up poetry to the window.
- What does it say? - I don't know.
It's in French.
We call him the Frenchman.
He ever solicit anyone? No, but he paid her for a private.
They have a camera here? Don't tell 'em I told you.
Come on! Whats a boxer? It's a big dog that looks sorta like - Ruff.
- I don't think so.
- What about a basset hound? There's too many big ears in this house already.
Now we know why Daddy's face looks like a boxer.
- Hello.
- Frank? It's Bob Bletcher.
- Oh, yeah? - We found a body.
I think you might wanna come take a look.
Yeah.
I think so.
Off the 90 on Snoqualmie.
- You'll see the circus.
- Right.
I'll be there.
Reverse.
Good.
mark that.
That's affirmative.
Six units on scene.
Do you copy? - I can't let you go down there.
- It's all right, Officer.
Thank you.
Looks like I called you all the way out here a little hastily.
- What is it? - A body- male.
It was charred so badly we couldn't tell the sex.
Somebody set it on fire? Either before or after it had been decapitated- we can't tell yet.
whoever killed him did it somewhere else then brought him out here.
It looks like he parked up on top of the road and pushed him down the hill.
I supposed you're gonna want to see the body.
No, that's okay.
- Frank? - It's the same killer.
- What? - He did it here.
The victim was set afire here in the woods.
- How far to the river? - Four miles.
That's where they came from.
This is Air Mobile One to base.
Uh, yeah, we're looking for something down near the river.
Roger, Mobile One.
Copy that.
Over here! - Let's go! - we got it! Right here! - I can't tell.
Bring it in.
- Over here.
- what is it, jay? - Found it.
Not sure.
It's empty.
Your associate was down in Pathology looking at the body this morning.
- A guy named watts.
- I haven't spoken to him yet.
A couple of my detectives did.
He told them he was part of something called the Millennium Group.
Yeah.
- Is that who you're doing this consulting for? - Mm-hmm.
So, who are they? Just some guys who used to work in law enforcement.
- F.
B.
I.
? - Some of them.
My guys wanna know why youre here, Frank.
I still don't know what to tell 'em.
I'm here because I have a wife and a kid and I want them to live in a place where they can feel safe.
- How do you do it, Frank? - Lucky guesser.
Frank! I'm Peter Watts from the Group.
I would have faxed you, but I wanted to introduce myself.
I heard you were looking at the body.
Find anything? A few things slipped by.
One salient oversight.
Frank? I'll be right in, Catherine.
There was severe blunt trauma to the body, so it was easy to miss but inside the victim's left thigh I found a needle puncture.
- From what, a syringe? - Maybe.
There was no evidence of anything administered in the adipose and surrounding tissue.
- I know they think the killer's a black male.
- I've already ruled that out.
The disseverance of the head and the fingers was done with skill, precision.
You know why.
Killer was covering his tracks.
The victim may have scratched or bitten him.
He may not have gone down there to kill her.
Kitchen knife was convenient, but he knew what he was doing- and with real sangfroid, judging by his tidy cleanup.
- What does the group think? - That your instincts were right.
The killer's being compelled by an extraneous stressor.
He's out of control.
- Anything else? - That you're the right man for this.
All our resources will be available to you.
Who was that? His name is Watts.
He had some information for me.
He sat out there for over an hour.
He could've come to the door.
I don't think he wanted to impose.
I can handle imposition, Frank.
What I can't handle is secrecy.
I don't keep secrets, Catherine.
I'll tell you anything you want.
You think you're protecting me, but you make it worse, Frank.
You can't shut the world out for me.
You can't ask me to pretend that I don't know what you do.
Everyone pretends.
We all make-believe.
These men I help catch make us.
We're raising a daughter, Frank.
The real world starts to seep in.
You can't stop it.
I want you to make-believe that I can.
I want to see you dance on the blood-dimmed tide.
I want to see you dance on the blood-dimmed tide.
I want to see you dance on the blood-dimmed tide.
On the blood-dimmed tide.
And the fornicators.
The great plague.
Hey! Hey! - What are you doing? - Watch it, buddy! You okay? Hey, man! Yo, man! What's going on out there? - He jumped! - Where? Off the side! The dancers call him the "Frenchman" because he held poems up to the windows written in French.
I was able to enhance the picture and the audio off the original.
I want to see you dance on the blood-dimmed tide where the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
What does it mean? It's from a poem called "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats.
"Things fall apart: the centre cannot hold: "Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed.
" He's writing about the Apocalypse.
This is the second death.
The abominable and the fornicators.
This is the second death.
- The second death? - It's from the Bible.
The great plague in a maritime city.
You'll have your part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone.
That's from Revelations.
Death and hell were cast into the lake of fire- the abominable and the fornicators.
- So what's he trying to say? - He's preaching.
- He's prophesizing.
- The end of the world? The great plague in the maritime city.
"La grande peste en la cité maritime.
" "Peste.
"The word written on the lid of the buried coffin.
It's from Nostradamus, the So you think the killer is fulfilling the prophecy? The great plague in the maritime city will not stop until death is avenged by the blood of a just man.
The great lady is outraged by the pretense.
Seattle- the maritime city.
AIDS- the great plague.
Death avenged by a just man taken and condemned for no crime.
So the killer thinks he's righteous, a just man? Who's the "great lady", and why is she outraged? The killer is confused about his sexuality.
He feels guilt, quite possibly from his mother.
So he goes to peep shows to try to feel something toward women.
But all he feels is anger, anger that fuels a psychosis that distorts and twists his view of reality.
Twists it to fit some screwy French poetry? The killer doesn't see the world like everyone else.
How does he see it? - Differently.
- Wait a second.
You say this guy is angry at women- that he cruises boys, but then kills this John Doe we found burned in the forest.
- How does that work? - He's very confused.
- Undoubtedly.
- His way of dealing with it is by fulfilling a prophecy.
I don't buy it.
Yeah.
It's a good story, but I gotta agree.
The evidencejust doesn't support it.
The hairs we pulled off the female victim came from a black male.
There's only been one incident of a black male serial killer.
- Statistically, it's improbable.
- So we throw out the evidence? Those hairs could've been planted or picked up before the murder.
We're not the F.
B.
I.
We got limited resources.
We go chasing after the wrong guy, we could end up with more victims.
I don't think we have time to waste, do you? No.
Good call, Chief.
I've gotta get home to my family.
Tell me why I'm wrong.
Why should I listen to you? You're in a hard spot, Bob.
You got a department to run.
Tell me how you know! Why are you so sure? You see it or something.
It's complicated, Bletch.
- What do you see? - I see what the killer sees.
- What, like a psychic? - No.
I put myself in his head.
I become the thing we fear the most.
- How? - I become capability.
I become the horror.
What we know, we can become only in our heart of darkness.
It's my gift.
It's my curse.
That's why I retired.
What the hell are you doing, Frank? - Get out.
Leave it alone.
- I try.
What brought you back? Some other time, Bletch.
Catherine? Catherine! Frank! Hey, Frank! Have you seen Catherine or my daughter? I was just coming over to leave you a note.
She couldn't reach you.
- What happened? - Your little girl, she had some kind of seizure.
Radiology now! My daughterJordan Black was brought in.
Jordan Black.
- What happened? - I found her on the floor in the bathroom.
She'd passed out and hit her head.
They're running tests.
- Where is she? - Sleeping.
They sedated her.
She's got a very high fever.
They're pretty sure it's just a very bad flu reaction.
They're calling in a specialist.
Why isn't he here yet? He's on his way.
So fragile.
What is it, Frank? He's taking blood.
Who? The killer.
He's got more bodies buried alive.
Go, Frank.
It's okay.
We've covered the area a mile north down to the river.
Nothing.
Copy.
I'm gonna call this off, Frank.
We can come back during the light of day.
They could be dead by then.
Frank! Frank! - You gotta be kidding.
- Frank, you'll freeze to death! Frank! - Ahh.
Damn.
Here.
- Get some light over there.
- Hey.
- Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh, it's a good thing I already got a family.
Frank! God.
Oh, my God! Come on! Jesus! Ohh, sh - Screws! Get paramedics over here! Get the paramedics over here right away! Paramedics! Come on.
There may be others.
- Come on! Spread out! - Let's go! Right.
Yeah.
- mmm-hmm.
- Thanks.
They found two more coffins.
Both of them were empty.
He just gave us a description of the suspect.
White male, early 30s, wearing a ball cap.
He was taking blood from the victim.
I'll put it out on the air.
The killer's passing judgment.
He's probably testing the blood carrying out his death sentences on the afflicted.
eheck in with any medical facility that handles blood.
We got the word out to the labs.
- I gotta call Catherine.
- Uh, here.
Eighteen years, Frank.
Eighteen years - I don't think I've ever seen anything as terrifying as what I saw tonight.
You ever see your kid lying on a bed in an emergency ward? It made sense to me out there- what it does to you why you quit.
The cruelty.
The unspeakable crimes.
It all becomes numbing depersonalized, common.
What was it then? I was on a serial case in Minnesota.
The killer's name was Ed Kuffel.
He would choose a neighborhood, and he would go up to a door.
If he found it unlocked, he considered that an invitation to go in and kill anybody home.
He would take Polaroids of his victims, which he'd send to the police.
Took us months, but we caught him.
He's serving triple life sentences.
And that was it? Ayear later, I reach into my mailbox and I take out the mail, and there's a letter addressed to me, no return.
Inside are Polaroids of Catherine at the supermarket Catherine at the school.
Suddenly the psychic novocaine wore off.
The numbness became paralyzing fear.
Did you ever find who sent 'em? No.
But I couldn't leave the house.
Why should I go to work when I can't even protect my own family? My little girl was a miracle.
We weren't supposed to be able to conceive.
I couldn't let her out of my sight.
But you beat it.
How? I was approached by a group of men who helped me understand the nature of my facility, my gift.
This Millennium Group- They really believe all that stuff- Nostradamus and Revelations the destruction of the world? They believe we can't just sit back and hope for a happy ending.
- Bob Bletcher's office.
- Bob? - He just stepped out.
- Can you give him some information for me? - It's urgent.
- Let me get a pen.
Shoot.
Tell him we think we tracked down those blood samples he's looking for.
They were sent to a lab the Seattle P.
D.
uses downtown.
- Where were they sent from? - That's just it.
They were sent through the same channel, intra-office.
Bob! Bob? Excuse me.
I'm looking for the pathologist.
Sorry.
He's not here.
Who are you to condemn me? They're the guilty! I took responsibility.
You see them out there where Satan has- - Stand back, then we'll talk.
- The great plague! They don't ask who takes responsibility.
This is prophecy! The final judgment and victory.
This is the way it ends.
But you know that.
You can see it just like I do.
You know the end is coming.
The thousand years is over! If you think you're the one to stop it- You think it can be stopped! You can't stop it.
Catherine.
I'm glad you're home.
I'm gonna be late for my interview.
- What are you doing? - Where's Jordan? She's up in her room.
What are you doing, Frank? Oh, my God.
Look at this.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ooh.
I think someone's trying to peek.
What is it? What is it? - Oh, Daddy! What's its name? - He doesn't have a name yet.
- Can I name him? - Well, he's your puppy, isn't he? Oh, I love him so much! Oh, what a cutie! I think you've already got a mess to clean up up there.
Right.
Wish me luck.
- What? - Nothing.
Be careful, okay? I made this!