Millennium (1996) s01e03 Episode Script

And Stop! Where's Jordan? Where's Jordan? Daddy? Daddy? - What's the matter, honey? - I had a bad dream.
Oh.
Come on.
Everybody has bad dreams.
Why? Everything's been left as we found it.
We covered the victim, but the perpetrator covered his own fecal remains.
Hair and fiber are gonna be a mess.
There's tons of animal fur around.
- We started dusting already.
- Did you find a message? On the body.
Or cut into the skin.
There are those in the Group who believe we shouldn't take the case in Portland.
- Some are unconvinced the subject will kill again.
- He will.
Others think we should wait, applying the Holmes criteria defining serial killers involving three victims with a time period between murders of at least 30 days.
He won't wait.
He'll kill again.
Ten days.
A week, maybe.
Frank, with the hundreds of cases we're being asked to consult on and all the smaller law enforcement agencies that need us why should the Group send you down there? He left a message.
I'm certain of it.
There was no report of any message.
It's there.
I just haven't found it.
Okay.
Portland detectives called us in on this.
But for their crime stats, they'll want to get the credit.
There's a man down there that's worked with Portland P.
D.
, Jim Horn.
we're considering him for the Group.
He's had extensive background in behavioral science and his work was directly responsible for finding the Highway He's a real good guy.
Works out of an office in downtown Portland.
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- Please check the number- - How the hell could it be incorrect? It's my number.
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That's how long I've been dealing with you, you mechanical- Jim Horn? Frank Black.
Welcome to Portland, Frank.
Heard great things about you from Steve Choleski at I.
S.
U.
Have a seat.
- Coffee? - Thanks.
I don't want to come off like a jerk, but I go by "James" now.
Okay, James.
Thanks.
It's no big thing.
You profiling me? You got that look like you're profiling me.
No, James.
Just wondering what's wrong.
Sorry.
My wife and I are going through a separation, and, uh- I had to disconnect the fax line out at the house and the phone company- Man.
They can make you feel like a worthless ass.
Sorry to hear about your wife.
I see you have a kid.
Me too.
That's my boy, T.
e.
just turned two.
I've never been separated.
I hear it's rough.
Yeah.
This work- Makes things hard, you know? I've been there.
Uh, Jim Penseyres sent down the stuff last night.
I hope you don't mind, but I sketched out a rough profile.
- I'm very interested.
- jim tells me you think there might be a triggering stressor.
I couldn't agree more.
Divorce, maybe.
He's never married.
Never had sex.
You get that from there being no sexual mutilation or intercourse with the victim? It appears that the murder created a charged psychological release in the killer but the only physiological release he could perform was defecation.
I read those remains as a signature of his hatred for women.
The defecation was covered.
He was embarrassed by it.
They haven't identified the victim yet, but I believe he knew her.
- Why's that? - The duct tape.
He objectified her, but he took the care to cover just the face not the entire head.
He wanted as much of his obsession visible as possible but he couldn't have her looking at him.
Couldn't hear her fear.
That's an indication of remorse.
It's rare to have remorse for a stranger.
I'd expect him to visit the victim's grave site tell her how bad he feels.
Well, I admit I can't get a fix on why the staging of the body in the animal shelter.
There could be a hundred reasons.
Well, that will be answered by his message.
You mean the message in the way he posed the victim? Cutting the body in two? Well, he takes something from the victims, but leaves something of himself behind.
- Like what? - He left a written message.
There was no message at the crime scene or on the victim.
- We'll go find it.
- You're sure about this? Yes, I am.
Frank, I'm gonna be right up front about this.
I've heard a lot about you.
A lot.
And don't get me wrong.
I have the utmost respect for your work.
But I gotta tell ya I'm doubtful about some of the things I've heard about you.
That's all right, James.
I've been there too.
The girl was Karen Anderson, 21.
Parking enforcement officer.
Just moved up from Northern California.
No boyfriend.
Attractive.
Everyone says real friendly.
Her uniform was found in a sanitation transfer station down in Oregon eity.
Blood stains and fabric tearing confirmed he dismembered her while she was still wearing the uniform.
That may have been how he had prior contact with her.
Simple.
She gave him a ticket.
We can go over the parking tickets she issued in the last week see if any of the violations fit the subject.
Come on, Frank! Work with me! we've got evidence here that is here! In hand! If you're so focused on looking for some specific message that isn't there you're going to overlook the obvious signatures.
Come on, Frank.
You got a problem with me, let's hear it.
Down this way.
Tape.
Acetate.
`HHair today-" `HHair today, gone tomorrow.
" These messages are a big 'up yours"to the police.
He dared us to find it.
Thought we'd be too stupid.
The guy definitely knew we'd search for hair and fiber.
A police freak.
Feels superior to us.
Might even be an ex-cop.
Older.
The hairs are gray.
But if this guy's that smart, he's getting the hairs from another individual.
Maybe this person's connected to the two women.
Maybe that's how he had prior contact with the victims.
I can't shake the feeling he's had prior contact, Frank.
Something in my head, something in my subconscious is telling me- When I look at the victims when I look at their faces - all I can see- - Daddy! Daddy! - T.
C.
, get out! Get out of here! - Jim, stop it! He couldn't wait all week to see you, and now- Damn it.
You know how I feel about him ever seeing those.
That's why I told him to get out! You knew I was dropping him off.
You should have taken them down.
- I said 4:00.
- He wanted to surprise you.
Look if you're working and you can't spend some time with him- Don't start.
Of course I want to see him.
eome here, buddy.
I'm really gonna need your focus on this, James.
Look, this is my weekend with T.
C.
But I realize there are lives on the line.
Maybe if you got away from here.
Maybe a step back will help you take a step forward.
The subject is in custody.
Man, I can't breathe.
I can feel.
I can see that when focused, when removed he's actually a very good asset.
A good man too.
Why don't you tell him? Where he's at right now, he'd never hear me.
You're different people, Frank at different places and times.
Just because you didn't hear me back then doesn't mean he won't hear you now.
Mmm.
- Come on, boy.
- Hey, T.
e.
, wanna use this one? How do you like your hamburger, James? Medium? Rare? - James? - Hmm? Oh, uh, medium's fine, thanks.
They play well together.
Yeah.
It's great to watch 'em, huh? They have no idea the things we see the things we know are out there.
I hope I'm not screwin' him up.
I never ever dreamed at that perfect moment that my time with him would be regulated by petitions attorney retainers, orders of the court.
That mother, father and son would become nothing but a case number.
That, as a father, I risk adding nothing to his life.
I could become nothing but a face covered in gray tape.
When I read Dostoyevsky, there was a passage- Something like, there is nothing more sad than a life that ends, and no one knows or cares.
`HHair today, gone tomorrow.
" The subject is angry that his life will go unnoticed that he will have left nothing.
The hatred of himself is directed toward the world which has held him back because it objectified him reduced him, reduced us all to universal bar codes.
We are animals in a caged shelter controlled by dogcatchers.
The gray tape makes the victims look like how he feels- Faceless.
A dead letter lost at the post office.
He's killed before, when he was young.
Most likely, a female prostitute.
After an early setback- a girlfriend, a job- he sought out a woman that wouldn't turn him away.
The solicitation increased his feelings of nothingness and so he killed her before sex.
My guess- He was never caught.
He got away with it.
The subject has felt guilt ever since.
Angered at a world that should have punished him, but didn't.
The murder, however, was the most significant event in his life.
He's returned to this place, to the event.
He wants nothing more than to be stopped.
But he will do everything in his control to remain significant.
'You monkeys, you, "he said, shaking his finger at them.
`GGive me back my caps.
" So, the monkeys are shaking their fingers back at the peddler saying `TTsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
" Daddy, can I sleep in your bed tonight? No.
You're having a sleepover.
- The monkeys will get me.
- These monkeys? Nah.
No.
- If I have a bad dream- - If I have a bad dream.
If you feel like you're gonna have a bad dream, you will.
But if you think you're gonna have a good dream, you'll have a good dream too.
Do you know all about bad dreams? I know enough about bad dreams to keep them from you and T.
e.
Say your prayers.
When I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
- If I should die before I wake - Yeah.
- Both your daddies need 'em.
- I pray the Lord my soul to take.
I don't know, Catherine.
Maybe it's because T.
C.
's been taken out of my everyday life.
Or he's two now, and he's becoming a person, you know? But I can't- These murderers- Before, they were a fascinating psychological, societal puzzle.
Most I could even feel sympathy for 'em, because of their horrible lives.
But now when I walk into a crime scene all I see is my little boy's face superimposed on the victim.
And- And these killers can't be simply cases or psychological anomalies anymore.
They're just monsters.
Just monsters.
- You gonna be all right? - Yeah.
My car's just over here.
Good night.
Help! Help! You okay over there? Oh- Yeah.
It's just- My glasses fell off when I tried to shut the door with my arms full.
And I ca- Don't worry.
I-I'll find them.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Uh, I- They should be near the door.
I didn't really feel them fly too far off.
Oh- Here they are.
He's feeling more confident.
How do you know that? He killed the woman in the same location he disposed of the body.
No.
Security guard reported nothing out of the ordinary.
Crime scene team found no evidence the murder occurred here.
The blood spatter patterns are moving away from the scene, not arriving at it.
A mobile slaughterhouse.
He would need room to work.
- Probably a van.
- Mm-hmm.
Left lens.
Partial print.
My guess it's from the victim.
We can check the prescription.
Notify optometrists in the city.
He's too smart.
He'd use one of those one hour places outside of town.
A place where he could go unnoticed.
mr.
Black? That's it? This son of a bitch too bored with our progress? He thinks we're not enough of a challenge? You show your frustration in front of them, and he's gonna know.
It does us no good now to get mad about what he thinks or wants.
We can only use it to find him.
He wants a challenge.
Let's give him one.
Can't believe he didn't bite.
Still might.
Ah, it'll be light in an hour.
He'll never do it then.
I say we give him his opportunity now.
All units, this is Charlie One.
Okay, we're going to 'drain the weasel.
" Whenever you're ready, Alpha One.
I copy.
All units, suspect approaching.
Take him! Whoa.
Are you a patient here? - If I knew you were this strict, I wouldn't have left my room.
- What are you doing? Marjorie was my nurse.
I just wanted to pay my respects.
But my doctor wouldn't let me.
- It took me this long to sneak out.
- Yeah.
- Take him back to his room.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
eome on.
There's a patient here.
I thought it was the guy.
We all did.
What if it was, James? Is bouncing the subject's head off the hood of the car gonna do anything to change all the other murders that will occur today? Come on, Frank! Some guy cut your wife and your daughter into eight pieces and you just stand there and read him his rights? He hasn't killed our wives or our families, and he's not going to.
If you make every one of these personal, you'll go insane.
And that's from having been there, James.
I get so far into the heads of the killers and the victims.
- You haven't got there at all.
- Don't you tell me where I am! You put them in your head.
I keep reliving what it's like to be cut in half or four or eight.
This isn't about you, James.
The whole thing.
What's goin' on out here.
It's about us.
Me.
You.
The killer and the victim.
I can't help but take this personally.
Another person is going to die, horribly because Is- we screwed up.
I- we did all this for nothing.
No, we didn't.
We handed out 30 pins from the hospital charity to be placed here.
There's 31.
We wanted one taken, but one was left.
He was here.
The flyers with the suspects fitting our profile from the memorial have been dispatched to optometrists and eyeglass labs around the area.
Plus, a resident four blocks from the hospital recalls seeing an orange van driving around the area the night of the memorial.
Yeah.
A saleslady from one of those eyeglass places in Woodburn - recalls one of the suspects from the flyer.
- Which one did she recall? - This guy.
- Are you sure? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I remember.
He was a total ass.
- In what way? - just real attitude.
He even had trouble taking a number like everybody else.
- He needed one lens replaced.
The left lens? - Well, that I don't remember.
But what I do remember is that he was getting all `wweirded" out.
- `WWeirded," how? - I guess his glasses got a little lost in the shuffle.
So, I asked him for a service slip number.
And he gets all sweaty.
And his eyes got real weird.
I went back.
I asked the technicians.
Maybe they had seen them.
And I guess they were in the tray right behind me.
But all the trays are marked with the customer's name on it.
And he starts going, `II have a name! I have a name!" Pardon me, Janice.
Could you wait here a moment? James and I will be right back.
You were right, James.
He does have prior contact with the victims.
She's next.
This name and address are false.
Paid in cash.
But we should look for the orange van.
I'll devise a proactive strategy with Portland P.
D.
Hang in there, James.
We're close.
Given the subject's previous behavior he'll attempt the abduction in the back parking lot after office hours.
He'll enter the lot from the alley past the Dumpsters.
We got that entrance blocked off.
Are all the unmarked vehicles in position at the lot's other points of entry? - Affirmative.
- Okay.
Ms.
Sterling usually leaves the building around 9:15.
- So, we got about 20 minutes.
- Are you all right, Janice? - Yeah.
- You'll be safe in here.
DetectiveJenkins, Mr.
Horn, myself we'll stay in here with you.
And there's about 20 officers outside hiding.
- This'll all be over in the next hour.
- Frank, um- I'm not sure it's such a good idea for me to be around.
Why don't you blow out of here? Go home.
I'll let you know how it went.
Nothing here.
Act like you forgot something and come back inside.
I need to get by! I've got a flat.
Can you help me? Nothing.
Unit 7, anything up in the alley? I'm stuck.
I can't move.
I need a jack.
Got one? This is Unit 7.
We got a car with a flat blockin' an orange van.
What kind of car? - Give me a make on that car.
- It's a blue Taurus.
No, no.
I can get it.
Just a jack.
I'll be out of your way in five minutes.
Jim, no! No! No! Stop! No backup here.
Get an ambulance on the horn.
Just checkin' in.
I'm back to Seattle.
Everything in the van is inadmissible.
The victims' possessions were found in the subject's house.
Hair and fiber.
D.
N.
A.
samples.
District attorney feels it's enough that he won't get away.
I wanted to work with the Group.
And I know, because of my actions, that's over.
But I need you to tell me.
Help me, Frank.
How do you do this? Why do you do it? I made this!