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Saurian attack fighters have broken through the front lines.

- We are in route to target... - Evasive maneuvers!

Initiate attack vector at coordinates Six J Alpha 12.

Affirmed.

They're coming in too fast! I can't...

Saurian target acquired. Squadron X, move in!

Directly ahead, vector 1-1-3-8.

Direct hit! Defensive aura holding.

- It's on a collision course! - Break formation!

Target reacquired.

- Senjo formation five. - Senjo five.

Position locked. Nova, engage ion bridge.

Engaged.

Okay, boys and girls...

...let's remind this Saurian viper how the Terran empire deals with invaders.

Fire!

Target locked!

We broke through the defensive aura. Secondary engines severely damaged.

It's adrift. Stabilizers down.

Let's finish this.

Target primary atomic engine.

What?

Terran Squadron commander, stand down. That ship is protected.

Unidentified vessel, do not interfere, we are under orders.

I've just given you new orders.

And who are you to issue orders to Squadron X?

Captain Saber Raine, Terran special operations.

Captain Raine?

I must inform you, you are interfering with extermination orders from the rear admiral.

And I'm telling you, Commander, that order is wrong.

I will bring that ship and its captain in.

You will stand down!

Its engines are coming back on line!

It's breaking away, sir.

Sorry, sir, no can do. Squadron X, Senjo formation two.

Senjo formation two.

Bad move.

I'm under fire! Evasive maneuvers!

Commander, your shields have been disrupted.

Stand down!

You just fired on your own forces.

That is an act of treason!

Circe, open a channel.

The channel's open, sir.

Captain, this is a direct order. Disengage!

I can't obey that order, sir.

This is your last chance, Saber.

That's a negative, sir!

Then you leave me no choice. Commander Squadron X...

...Terminate with extreme prejudice!

Affirmative. Squadron X, take him out!

Always gotta be the hard way.

The system's core has reached maximum capacity.

- They can't get through his shields. - Engine core levels at full power.

Plasma torpedo.

- Plasma torpedo away. - Coordinates alpha six four seven.

Initiate attack vector.

- He's headed straight at us! - I can see that, thank you, Orion.

- Open fire! All batteries! - Focus firepower toward the engine.

All hands brace for impact.

We're venting tri-plasma, dispatch repair crews.

- He's launched a fusion mine! - Evacuate the ship!

All hands abandon ship! I repeat, all hands abandon ship!

Damn you, Saber.

Sensors.

No heat signature at all.

Must be cold blooded.

Control, what is this thing?

Scanning, sir.

Unknown, sir, there is no match in the database.

Switch to motion sensors.

- Captain Raine. - Saber, and don't salute me.

I'm Commander Voss, I lead this operation.

This is Ryll, my arms master, and reconnaissance specialist Fade.

We should get out of here.

- What were those things? - And why didn't they emit life signs?

Mutates, and they didn't emit life signs because they aren't alive.

They're corpses animated by some kind of larvae...

...that feeds off the bodies of the dead.

Part of the reason no one comes to this planet.

It's a consequence of what happened here centuries ago.

About that, there's no data available, no records.

Just a quarantine ordering all vessels to stay clear of this sector.

And this planet isn't on any known chart.

It's a good thing you got the coordinates I sent you.

I'll tell you what I know.

This world...

...was once called Goros Prime.

- Never heard of it. - I have.

A planet of legend, ruled by a ruthless overlord.

Stories I was told it was merciless and sinister...

...but ruthless will work.

When they rediscovered this planet, they quarantined it.

But some have ignored the quarantine.

They come here to conduct their... business beyond prying eyes.

- People like you. - People way worse than me.

Renegades, smugglers.

Your enormous bounty got me here.

But your transmission...

...neglected to give me the specifics on what we're after exactly.

We could not transmit that information for fear it would be intercepted.

I don't think anyone's listening.

Members of the Aresian royal family were taken.

The prince and princess.

The king's only heirs.

They also took a single piece of treasure from the king's vault.

Whoever abducted them, managed to leave the planet undetected.

Tell me about the treasure.

A single jewel, a relic acquired centuries ago on a xenoarcheological dig...

...on the planet Phobos.

Valuable?

Insignificant, an information storage device.

He's more concerned with the treasure than with the lives of our people.

I'm surprised your planet only dispatched the three of you.

We alone were responsible for their protection.

Our code of honor dictates that we must find those responsible.

And kill them.

Discretely.

If the king dies before we return with his children...

...we will be honor bound to join him in the afterlife.

I have a...

...friend.

If it's happening on Goros, he'll know about it.

I trust you are comfortable.

My comfort is irrelevant. Where is my brother?

He has been enjoying my hospitality.

You will tell me what I want to know...

...and with that knowledge I will conquer the universe.

I'll tell you a secret.

We may be royalty, but we are still warriors.

Our father will not stop searching for us.

But he won't find you, no one will.

- Who are you? - I am Sinjin!

But you, along with all living creatures...

...need only call me Master!

Warriors?

Pathetic!

- You got a problem? - I don't trust you.

- You don't know me. - Really?

Control, information on an individual known as Saber Raine.

Saber Raine, origin...

...Earth 2762.

Decorated officer in the Cyber-Corps.

Given command of his own unit in 2784.

- That doesn't sound so bad. - 2790.

Records indicate his entire team was lost during the Saurian invasion on Mars.

Saber Raine was the sole survivor.

Subject was sent into deep cover to gain intelligence on the Saurians.

Weeks into his mission subject disappeared, believed dead.

But you didn't perish, did you?

Resurfaced in 2792...

...just as a massive Terran force was assaulting the Saurian homeworld.

Subject sided with the enemy. Labeled a traitor.

Thank you, Control.

Ryll, this is accomplishing nothing.

He's a mercenary.

Unworthy.

I don't need you to tell me about my past.

I lived it.

We're here now. You need my help, and I need to know you got my back.

Or are your personal feelings more important

than those lives you swore to protect?

Your weapons, they fire projectiles propelled by exploding gas.

Bullets, T-2 explosives. Saved your ass!

Primitive and inferior!

Can we stop trying to compare the size of our guns...

...and go find your people.

It's just over that ridge.

Keep your red eye open, we're in annelid territory.

- What's an annelid? - You don't want to know!

After you.

Hold it right there.

Bad move.

On this planet, you always have backup.

Saber Raine.

In the flesh.

I'm surprised to see you...

...alive.

Hello.

What have we here?

Aresians.

Traveling in some elite circles, I see.

Yeah, we're old pals.

That's good, cause you haven't got many 'round here.

We're looking for some friends. I thought maybe you could help.

This a bounty?

'Cause if I gotta betray one of my friends, it's gonna cost more.

Visitors. They're...

Brought against their will.

Slavers, maybe. There's been an increase in traffic lately.

A Denarian you might remember.

Lorthos?

Known in this part of the galaxy as the slave master.

Lorthos is a thug!

Preys on unarmed vessels and isolated encampments.

- We're trying to find... - Find other Aresians.

And we'd appreciate any information you can provide.

Pretty. But you'll have to sweeten the pot.

Say...

...one power cylinder.

I've heard many tales in my line of work...

...and the stories of the Aresian power cylinder...

...have always intrigued me.

Just stories.

Then I'm afraid I can't help you.

You better know something.

I think...

...your friends...

...are now my friends.

I don't know anything about any captives.

Always have backup.

But there has been a lot of activity in the great ruins lately.

Ships seen flying in that direction.

Annelids being slaughtered in the surrounding out lands by organized forces.

Why is that important?

There's a lot of strange creatures on Goros. Different warring factions.

They all have one thing in common. They all stay clear of the ruins.

Why?

'Cause anything that goes in there, doesn't usually come out.

With a few exceptions.

I haven't actually been to the ruins per se...

...but I've seen them from a distance.

It's the perfect place to keep someone prisoner.

Then that's our destination.

It's not safe to travel at night.

You can stay here till morning.

I think we'll stick to the schedule. Thanks, Jax.

I'm sorry about your...

...rock guy.

It's okay. I have more in the mines.

If you survive this...

...I expect intel.

It'll cost ya.

Let's go.

Take it easy, Jax.

She's gone.

Easy.

Name's Kor'ock, I'm a transport pilot.

Where are we? What planet?

What planet? Goros Prime.

What do you know of our captors?

Not much.

I was flying near the outland mires, my ship lost power, crash landed.

Had four on board, only two survived.

Where are the other survivors?

I don't know, we were separated. And you?

Unclear.

My sister and I were on Ares...

...our homeworld.

And then we woke up here.

Prisoners.

You look strangely calm!

Universe has a plan for everyone, kid.

I'm just waiting to see what it has planned for me.

The power cylinder, it's a mana stone, isn't it?

And you're not concerned with giving one to Jax?

A necessary action.

Our mission is paramount.

Besides, it's a very unstable substance.

Are you saying my friend could blow himself up?

- Now let me ask you something. - Alright.

Tell me why you betrayed your people.

- Excuse me? - You seem like a man of honor.

So there must be a reason why you assisted the Saurians.

One Saurian.

Crotalus.

I had to act or she would have died.

I couldn't have that on my conscience.

Crotalus gave me information that...

...let our forces penetrate their defenses on Erobus Two.

She's the reason we won the war.

My government...

...didn't want the rest of the galaxy to know that we couldn't do it on our own...

...so they wanted her silenced.

And you turned on your own to protect her.

Wrong is wrong, Fade.

She was a hero.

We've rested long enough.

Control, we're on the move.

Control? Respond.

We must've entered the mire.

Your power sources won't work here.

Guess my gas propelled projectiles don't look so bad now, do they?

Just saying.

You knew this would happen?

This area is strange on tech.

That's why I gave you the coordinates I did. Ship coming down here, it'd be bad.

But it's the only way to the ruins.

Our ships are prepared. Why must we wait?

So you find my hospitality...

...is inadequate?

I find my thirst for revenge unquenched.

The generator is nearly complete...

...but the power source remains unstable.

The equation must be precise.

He says, you should let his hive interrogate the prisoners.

They will succeed where you have failed.

And if he were to perish?

No...

...by the time the generator is operational...

...I will have what I need from him.

And your ships will have the power...

...to unleash my wrath...

...across the universe!

We are an alliance.

We do not serve you!

I have cleared a path through the mires...

...provided you with subjects to modify.

You boast of a once great empire.

So far I am unimpressed!

He is correct.

You may have initiated this alliance...

...but we have provided all the raw materials...

...and the technology.

And the technology.

You have such little minds.

Each of your races have been defeated...

...by those you attempted to conquer.

What I offer...

...is beyond your comprehension.

An unbeliever.

A demonstration is required.

It is difficult to kill that which does not truly live.

My construct is not powered by science.

It's powered by the mind.

Alive because...

...I will it into existence!

So you would kill me as a show of your power?

No, killing you would be pointless.

Return to your vessels, and continue your preparations.

Go! Go!

Commander Voss, please respond.

Scheduled check in time has elapsed.

Recovery protocol one initiating.

- Who are... who are you? - We're the cavalry.

My legs, they're going numb. I think it was some sort of toxin.

We did not need to engage these creatures at close range.

You could've dispatched them from a distance!

The noise would've brought more. We're lucky this was a small band.

We need to move out.

Commander!

Father.

You must finish the mission. Find the heirs!

We'll find them together.

No.

Fade, we have to go.

Fade.

Now.

We make our stand here.

Always gotta be the hard way.

Always have backup.

Caliope!

- I was strong. - I know you were.

It's okay, he's a friend.

We have no friends here.

Alright. I'll leave you two alone.

I'm sorry, they're doing this to you to get to me.

No matter what they do, you cannot give them what they seek.

We will find a way out of here, and get back home.

And we will return to this planet with a vengeance.

Tyr...

...you were the only one Father entrusted the secret to before his illness...

...you must get back home! You must lead our people.

I can't let them put their hands on you again.

I don't matter!

- You've always been so strong. - We must fight to protect what is ours.

I know Father never said it, but he is proud of you.

Your passion for xeno archeology...

...your drive to understanding a greater universe.

A mind like yours cannot be lost.

You do matter.

I will give them what they want. In return for your safe passage back to Ares.

- You will lead in my stead. - Tyr, no.

I will give you the same honor Father bestowed upon me.

The frequency that causes the mana stone to release controlled energy.

This is madness, there must be another way.

Even if they have it, they would have to acquire raw material...

...build a refinement facility.

It would take a great deal of time.

More than enough time for you to bring back our forces, and eliminate the threat.

Either way, you would surely die.

Knowing that you'll live. Caliope, please, as you said...

...we must protect what is ours.

You know.

That's a pretty good plan.

Just might work.

How do you know he would honor your request?

We will have a code word...

...a word that you will give to those that return you to safety.

Once that word has been relayed back to me...

...I will reveal the information to Sinjin.

Good.

I'm sorry, my friend.

Now, look kid!

What I say now is for my sister's ears only.

Recovery drones offline.

Easy.

You've been poisoned.

I've applied a remedy to the wound, you must give it time to work.

Good morning.

I see you've met my friend.

This is Crotalus.

Have no fear. I've dispatched their priestess.

They won't be returning any time soon.

My father?

I'm sorry.

He died as he lived.

With honor.

His body?

We must build a pyre.

I'm not certain that that's a wise choice.

I fail to see how igniting a blaze...

...will assist us in remaining undetected in dangerous territory.

I hope you brought some more ammo.

It's always gotta be the hard way.

She stays here.

I will offer my terms.

Be wary, he's not to be trusted.

Yes, investigate.

Your sister's freedom...

...for the information I seek.

I will consider your offer.

But before I decide, do you have any idea who I am?

One of the many would be conquerors of the universe...

...who seeks to steal the secrets of the mana stone.

The way your race has used technology...

...to unleash its power is impressive.

What do you know of the mana stone?

What do I know?

I know it did not originate on your planet.

I know it was stolen in battle centuries ago!

And horded it to build your own empire.

And how do you know this?

Because I was there!

Your race originated here...

...on Goros.

Impossible! Our home is Ares...

Ares, is not your world.

Your ancestors took refuge there...

...after the greatest galactic war the universe has ever seen.

You are children of Goros.

- I don't believe you. - Yes, you do.

When your ancestors allied themselves with my ancient enemy...

...the ensuing battle decimated this planet.

Only through my power...

...I was able to protect a small piece of Goros.

At the moment of my greatest glory...

- ...I was betrayed from within. - You're mad.

I only want what's destined to be mine!

A grand story that has illuminated me.

Now I know I can never reveal what I know.

No matter the cost!

You don't have to.

Your secret is already mine.

Caliope?

No.

This is how it is supposed to be.

But our world.

Our family!

Don't you understand?

Sinjin is our family. Our oldest ancestor.

You can't believe what this creature is telling you!

A history gem I discovered in the vaults on Ares.

Proof of our lineage.

From the gem I learned the location of this planet.

I discovered the remnants of that ancient battle.

As if pulled by some unknown force...

...I was drawn to a hidden chamber.

Sinjin was still alive in Cryostasis.

I knew it was my destiny to revive him.

It's all a lie, Tyr.

Our history on Ares has been manufactured to conceal our past.

A past where we turned on our own.

A past I will see corrected.

The generator has already been constructed.

A supply of refined mana stone provided.

Sinjin controls the power of the mana stone with telepathy.

We manipulate it with technology.

Together, we will establish a new power in the universe.

Now you have a choice to make.

- There is no choice. - There's always a choice, brother.

I was hoping you'd understand.

Understand?

You had us brought here. Allied yourself with an abomination from our past!

You tricked me into revealing the resonance frequency...

- ...and you have a delusion of conquest? - It's not a delusion if you can do it!

- This isn't like you! - This is me!

In studying the universe, there is one constant.

War. At any given moment, there are dozens of planets engaged in battle.

Empires rise and fall.

And you believe such chaos can be controlled?

Yes. The universe needs to be cleansed.

- Re-shaped. - Now I understand.

You were the oldest, yet Father chose to pass his mantel on to me.

He must've recognized what I did not.

You are unworthy!

Regardless of what happens to me, Ares will stand against you!

Ares will not see this coming!

Soon I will return home...

...devastated by the loss of my brother.

Soon after Father will die, and I will assume the throne.

Ares and Goros will reunite and history will once again be rewritten.

You are demented, sister!

No, no, my friend.

She is a woman about to become a goddess.

And you will live to see my ascension.

I'm Fade. I didn't get a chance to thank you.

You saved us all.

It wasn't too difficult. I have some experience with toxins.

I apologize for Fade's emotional outburst.

What?

No, not at all, she... she lost her father.

And I lost a brother.

I had no idea.

All Aresian families serve together.

It assures the highest level of loyalty.

You were tracking us?

Following, at Saber's request.

He has rather a large bounty on him that many find hard to resist.

He's very careful.

So...

...you and Saber?

No, no. He's attractive on the inside.

But we're incompatible.

There.

The ruins.

My weapon's power has been restored.

Control?

It's active but there's no signal.

Yeah, we must be in they eye of the mire.

Something tells me we're about to walk into something much more dangerous.

Oh, hell no.

Hey, guys, can we talk about this?

Did you get a look at those things?

Organized. Soldiers.

They're protecting something. A good sign.

If you say so. Let's introduce ourselves!

The generator is fully operational.

Our ships are being connected as we speak.

In a matter of hours your ships will know the power of Aresian...

...of Gorosian technology.

What is it?

What is wrong?

We have visitors.

Who? Where?

Nearby.

As for who, crimson eyes.

I think they are your brethren.

How many?

I saw three before my Skelion guards were dispatched.

Caveliers most likely.

Only three?

Caveliers are very resourceful. Likely to have a battle cruiser.

Heavily armored and powered by mana stone technology.

We lack sufficient forces.

If they find us, others will follow.

Take a few Quintari pilots, patrol the skies...

...while the remaining ships stay connected to the generator.

But what of the mire?

The mire is a defense field of my creation.

It can be deactivated.

We will intercept them on the ground.

They cannot leave here alive!

Some type of central control system linked directly to the recipient's brain.

Barbaric.

Was it actually alive?

At some point it was.

And based on its organic state, it wasn't that long ago.

But now it's just a mindless thrall.

If that's the case, then someone or something was controlling it.

Which means it's likely we have been detected.

So much for the element of surprise.

Say it.

Say what?

It's always gotta be the hard way.

Now we can proceed.

Don't touch me!

Why, you!

What did they do to you?

I think I know what happened to the rest of my crew.

It's synthetic, but I can feel it.

We have to get out of here.

Yeah, about that, I brought you a present.

Can you travel?

I'd like to, but I don't think so.

- You have to save your sister. - I'm not sure that's possible.

I'm sorry, my friend.

We are airborne and remain on the perimeter, awaiting your command.

The mire is down.

Drone communication re-established.

Recovery protocols re-engaged.

Commander Voss, offline.

Lieutenant Ryll, please respond.

Repeat. Lieutenant Ryll, report.

Hold on.

Control.

Affirmative, sir. What is your situation?

Commander Voss is dead.

Understood, Commander.

Recovery drones en route. ETA 10.

Very good.

Bring them in low. We're approaching target area...

...and drones will only serve to alert them to our position.

Understood. Flying in low.

They may already know our position.

Approaching from directly ahead.

Where's Saber?

Perhaps we should follow his lead.

We move forward.

- Princess! - Release her!

I am not a prisoner, Ryll.

These are friends.

I'm here on a secret mission.

A mission you can now assist me with.

Something's not right, Princess.

Those who stand beside you are friends to no one.

Where is Prince Tyr?

The prince is dead.

And you have sworn loyalty to the crown.

To me.

I'm ordering you to put your weapons on the ground and stand down.

- What are you doing? - They're doing their duty.

What have we here?

A Saurian.

It seems I'm not the only one traveling with unlikely allies.

Please do not interfere.

Your voice is kind...

...but your intentions remain unclear.

Let me spell it out for you.

I see.

We have been searching for you.

The king is very ill.

You must return to Ares with us immediately.

Your dedication to your post is admirable...

...but no longer necessary.

I will return to Ares soon enough.

But first we must honor my brother...

...with a funeral pyre.

I am far from dead!

- Well, that was unexpected. - You said he was dead!

He is! He just doesn't know it yet!

After him!

I hate bugs!

Raine!

Lorthos! You're still on the wrong side, I see!

That's Lorthos?

From your stories I expected more.

You'll make a nice pair of boots!

This is pointless. Kill them all!

- Make it hurt! - With pleasure.

Split up! Draw their fire!

- Control, are you getting this? - Affirmative. Powering up.

Crotalus.

- Cover me. - What?

Cover me!

It's an honor to fight beside you.

What's that?

Incoming!

Control, we could use those drones!

Enemy targeted, engaging boosters.

Control, destroy all hostile targets.

We're in pursuit of the heirs.

Affirmative.

Drop it.

Who exactly are you?

Saber Raine.

A mercenary.

I prefer adventurer.

Well, you've stumbled into quite the adventure this time.

Always seems to happen that way.

Turn around.

You really don't understand what's happening here.

I... I think I do.

You teamed up with some bad guys...

...tried to kill your brother.

Some sort of plan for world domination, blah blah blah.

My job was to find you. I'll let you sort the rest out with your people.

- So you're for hire? - Yup.

Damn, I guess that does make me a mercenary?

But if you're thinking of making some sort of counter offer, don't even bother.

A man of principles.

That's right.

This changes everything.

I am now open for negotiations.

My prices are extremely reasonable.

Kneel.

You need me to...

...profess my undying loyalty, I can do that. I can do that.

Now, I never, ever wanted to hit a woman...

...let alone a princess but...

...you did just try to cut my head off, and on our first date.

Your attempt at humor is simply an effort to conceal your inadequacies...

...as a man.

You know what?

I'm going to have no problem doing this.

Perhaps your arrogance isn't a ploy. You are quite skilled.

You have no idea.

Do it!

I said do it!

Better late than never.

Unknown flyers. Engage in air to air protocols.

Farewell, hero!

- Can your weapons take that ship out? - Possibly.

- Maximum power. - Let's go.

And now you die!

Here we go.

I have gotta get me one of those.

We didn't fire.

Enemy vessel destroyed.

Always have backup.

Control, prepare for boarding.

Belay that order!

There is a danger here far more important than Caliope's treachery.

Do we have any other vessel to take us off this planet?

Got my ship. The Gladiator.

Then the trident has an important mission.

Awaiting orders.

He never goes anywhere without his guns.

What is happening?

My instincts tell me we must leave this place.

They are nothing! We have the power.

If there's one thing my long sleep has taught me.

Winning is about survival.

I was trapped on this planet once. Never again!

Should we alert our allies? Tell them to evacuate.

I've routed all power to another task.

Their fate is their own.

Energy cloak engaged.

Nearing target area.

Control, is the frequency I gave you set?

Affirmative. Deviant frequency online and sonic projector charged.

Are you at a safe range?

Please confirm you are at a safe range.

It doesn't matter, complete your mission.

Affirmative.

It may not be her.

It is.

I can feel it.

That is disturbing news.

If the threat is as dire as you suggest...

...you will have the full support of the Star Sentinels.

Thank you, Kandra Syn. I believe he will remain outside populated areas.

Perhaps as far as rogue space.

Our scout ships will patrol the outer reach.

If he is found, he must be dealt with.

Aren't we overreacting?

Since when has earth had a problem with shooting first and asking questions later?

Please, Ambassador Steele, we must all be united in this effort.

We have to be proactive, not reactive.

Do my ears deceive me?

The Aresian empire...

...the lunar council of the Ghost Nebula...

...even the sentinel sisters.

You are all actually afraid.

It's not fear that guides our hand.

It's wisdom.

There's always going to be destructive forces in the universe...

...that need to be opposed.

It is extreme...

...to invoke a call to arms for just one man.

Ambassador. Sinjin is far more than a mere man.

Our race was part of that war, so long ago.

We know first hand of his malevolence.

Should there even be a chance he lives...

...we must be prepared.

Which is why I think developing a military task force...

...that is not only capable of protecting our worlds...

...but also those that cannot protect themselves is necessary.

Do I have your support?

I will get word to my sisters in all sectors.

We are at your disposal.

I would like a word in private.

Very well.

- Prince Tyr. - It's King Tyr now.

As you are well aware, my father died days after my return.

Saber Raine.

We would like him to be returned.

No, Ambassador. Captain Raine is the leader of my new vanguard.

And as such, he is considered to be a citizen of Ares.

This will not go over well with my people.

And to think that he still travels with a Saurian...

Is not your concern!

We have a real threat looming over us.

And they have proven themselves worthy.

We all have pasts, Ambassador, some darker than others.

I suggest you stay focused on the darkness ahead.

Very well, King Tyr.

I will confer with the earth confederation.

And my condolences on the passing of your father to the next phase.

You handled that well, kid.

I need their help, but I cannot tell them what I learned about our dark origin.

I know. Your people have risen from the ashes of the past.

Been reborn. You will lead them to greatness.

With men like you and Saber by my side, we can build a brighter future.

- We can. - I trust all is prepared?

- Yes. - Find her.

You clean up nice.

You look amazing.

What is it?

It's been a long time since I've seen a real city.

Walked among people without feeling like a target.

Well...

...you're safe with me here.

Just saying.

Like we didn't see that one coming.

Status of the ship?

Aresian power core installed.

Ion engine capacity improved by 300%.

Weapons upgraded.

Excellent.

I have something for you.

A gift, from the king, on my recommendation.

Now this is something I can use.

So, what's next, Captain?

Simple.

We save the universe.

What are they?

A long forgotten army.

My army.

To control them...

...you will learn to manipulate the mana stone, as I have.

- Will I... - Yes.

You'll go through a transformation.

But what you lose in beauty...

...you will gain in unbridled power.

Teach me.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hey, let me get those.

It's okay.

No, it's cool, I got it.

Thanks.

Yeah, thank you.

So, you girls at the University?

Yeah.

Most of the people in here are.

You're kinda outta the usual age range, no?

Yeah, well, I'm not a student.

You don't say?

I did go to university,

in Washington, in the late '60s.

Washington? What are you doing out here?

Traveling.

So, you girls in a sorority?

Yeah.

Which one?

Why do you wanna know?

Just making conversation.

We're in Chi Omega.

Nice.

Listen, we were just heading home.

We were?

It was nice to meet you.

You girls won't stick around?

I'm buying.

No, that's fine.

Thanks again.

Margaret?

Lisa?

So, what have we got?

Female.

I'd say she's about 16 or 17.

Christ.

Ligature marks around the throat,

no defensive wounds on the hands,

maybe she was taken by surprise.

Perhaps approached from behind.

She's been in the water for a while.

Hey.

Hey, honey.

Tough day?

You could say that.

Deb home?

Yeah, she's upstairs.

Tell her dinner will be ready in half hour.

Yeah?

Hey, Dad.

Hey, how was school today?

You know, the usual.

A main course of government propaganda

with a side of condescension.

You don't say things like that to your teachers, do you?

No.

I toe the line like a good girl.

Thank you.

You okay, Dad?

Um, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Your mother said dinner will be ready in half hour.

Cool, thanks.

That's nice.

It's so good.

Water?

Did you make this

from the box again?

-How did you know? -'Cause it's really good.

Cheeky.

And it's better than your other one.

-Don't be so cheeky. -Better than my other one?

I don't know.

So...

What's happened today?

Well, you've got a funny story about Mrs. Appleby,

don't you?

I think she stole the other neighbor's baby.

What?

Yeah, 'cause I heard crying coming from her house.

Maybe it was her granddaughter.

Hello?

It's Tom, sorry to bother you at home,

but you need to hear this.

What is it?

We found three more.

Three more?

Bodies.

In the Green River.

The ligature marks to the neck

are consistent with an approach from behind.

All the victims share the same features,

the ligature marks,

no defensive wounds to the hands or arms,

all had recently had sex.

Both the missing women worked as prostitutes.

They were last seen at the SeaTac strip, near the airport.

Looks like we have a serial killer on our hands.

This isn't random opportunism.

If all the victims share the same profession,

the killer's cruising prostitutes.

These women came with him willingly.

He may well be a regular down on the strip.

Considering the lack of defensive marks

and recent sexual activity,

the women could've been killed post-coitus,

or even mid-coitus.

Clear signs of sexual motivation.

We've had calls from the press.

This is gonna be big news.

You wanna handle the briefing?

Sure.

Have you put any surveillance

on the SeaTac strip?

No, not at this stage.

How many officers have you put onto the task force?

Um, that number I cannot tell you right now.

We'll get back to you on that.

How much is this going to cost the taxpayer?

I can't answer that.

Next.

Is there any truth to the rumor

that the police are not taking this seriously

because it involves prostitutes?

No, there is no truth in that.

Anyone else?

Well, do you have any suspects?

No, no, no.

Are we done?

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Detective Richards?

Yes.

I'm Bob Keller,

I work with the FBI Behavioral Science Unit.

Come in.

So, what brings you to Green River?

I saw the press conference.

I thought maybe I could help.

You gonna help me improve my public relations skills?

You know what we do at the Behavioral Science Unit,

Detective Richards?

I'm vaguely familiar.

Call me David.

Okay, David.

We develop and provide programs of training,

research, and consultation

in the behavioral and social sciences

for the FBI and law enforcement community.

If you don't catch this killer quick,

dealing with the press isn't gonna get any easier.

Well, I've set up a task force,

led by myself and Detective Tom Johnson.

We've had confirmation all of the victims

frequented an area known for prostitution.

It's likely the killer is a regular visitor there,

so we're staking it out, as well as the Green River itself.

But it may make it easier to identify the killer's habits

if we formed a psychological profile.

And that's something I can help you with.

Sure.

Have you ever had any direct experience

with a serial killer,

beyond just consulting on the case files?

I have.

Back in '74, I was a rookie detective in King County.

Two girls disappeared from Lake Sammamish State Park

and several of us were assigned

to assist the Issaquah Police.

I became part of a task force.

We identified Ted Bundy

as the main suspect in the murders.

You came face to face with him?

Yeah,

I sat in on one of his first interviews

after he was arrested.

What was he like?

On the surface, very articulate, always polite.

In many ways, he reminded me of a politician.

Smart appearance

and he knew how to dance around the tough questions

and divert the conversation towards his own agenda.

But you saw through it?

I realized I had a nose for this kind of thing.

I knew the moment he sat down in that interview room,

he was wearing a mask of sanity.

I saw the truth behind those eyes.

He's on death row now, right?

Yeah.

Actually, I've interviewed him several times

since he was convicted.

There are lots of murders he hasn't confessed to

and bodies which we never recovered.

I think he will only give up the information

if he can get something out of it,

like a reprieve from execution.

Ironically, for a man who dealt out so much death to others,

he fears dying.

So, what are your thoughts on this one, Bob?

Can you help us build a profile?

I'd say so.

Obviously, the first determination

is that these murders

were very likely the work of one person.

The same modus operandi was employed in each death,

and body clusters often suggest

that one individual is responsible.

He has familiarity with the Green River

and surrounding area.

This suggests a local man.

He was likely raised in a family with marital discord

and physically and emotionally abused.

Possibly even strict religious or puritanical morals

imposed by one or both parents.

I'd say he's currently between his mid-20s and mid-30s.

Given that all the victims so far

have worked in prostitution,

we can assume that the killer

has frequented the red light district for sexual encounters

which didn't always end in murder.

However, there will likely be self-loathing

as a result of these encounters,

and it may trigger his deep-seated hatred of women.

Murderers who strangle often speak of an intimate connection

they feel with the victim as they die.

It's twisted to you and I,

but this man may feel at his most alive

when he's causing death.

That's why I know he'll strike again.

Every day, he deals with the scars of childhood,

poor relationships, and a generally unremarkable life.

That buzz he gets from killing,

he'll seek it out at every opportunity available to him.

Strangulation, same as the others.

How old is she?

I'd say she's in her 30s.

They've all varied in age.

It's clear that isn't a factor when selecting victims.

I bet this one works the strip too.

She's been posed very deliberately.

There's fish and a wine bottle entwined with her body.

They weren't placed by accident.

He didn't do that with any of the other victims.

Could be some kind of religious motive?

That ties in with the strict religious parents

you mentioned in the briefing, Bob.

Could be,

could also be game-playing.

How do you mean?

He watches the news like everybody else,

he could be sending us a message

or having a personal joke on our expense.

She was stripped naked like the others,

but they found her dress

just a few yards down the riverbank.

We bagged it and took it in.

No sign of any other items so far.

Is he getting sloppy?

Maybe.

Or, like I said, he's taunting us.

Catch me if you can, so to speak.

Do you have any suspects?

Out of the way, please.

Have you made any arrests?

No comment.

Nothing to say at this stage.

How many more are gonna die?

Out of the way, please.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

In Seattle, another grim discovery today

that could be connected to the string of Green River murders

that have shaken that West Coast city.

Explorer scouts today found a fourth skull

off in a wooded area outside of town

where three other skeletons were discovered this weekend.

Most of the victims have been young prostitutes.

So, Sandra, how did you and Dave meet?

We actually went to the same high school,

but we didn't really meet there.

I used to see her in the stands at the football games.

I found it quite distracting,

pretty sure I missed a few catches because of her.

Yeah, right.

Anyway, um, I worked after school at the local library,

my mom worked there for years, so she got me a job.

It was just around the corner from my house,

so I'd go in every day after school,

check out some books.

I'd find pretty much any excuse to talk to her.

About...after two months,

Dave had this huge stack of overdue books.

I liked talking to him, so I didn't wanna remind him,

and, um, then he realized on his own

and brought in this big stack of books.

And I told him I would get rid of the fees

if he took me out to dinner, which he did,

and here we are.

What a great story.

Are you married, Bob?

I was...

to Kathleen.

She died a year ago, cancer.

God, I'm so sorry.

Hey, Deb?

What was that about?

I don't know.

Do you want me to go talk to her?

No,

no,

I'll go.

Excuse me.

What?

You okay?

Not really.

Have I done something wrong?

I'm sorry, it's just, I was at a party earlier,

some guys started saying things.

About what?

You.

What did they say?

They said everyone in town

knows you're messing up the case.

Some of them said that their parents

watch you on the news and call you names.

What kinda names?

They say you don't have any balls,

and that you're too weak to catch the killer.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

I know it's not your fault,

I'm sorry for getting mad, it's just--

You have every right to be annoyed.

It's my job, you didn't ask for this.

It's not just your job though, is it, Dad?

What do you mean?

It's your life.

You and your mother are my life.

But we have to share you

with all of the criminals in this little part of the world.

They get more of your time than we do.

I'm sorry, Deb, I'll try to make more time for us.

Okay.

Okay.

He's been called the Green River Killer

ever since the first bodies, five of them,

were pulled from this river.

You know, this issue with the press isn't gonna go away.

I didn't have any new information,

there was no point talking to them.

But we did get something new today.

Nothing to leak to the press yet,

but it could change how you deal with the media.

The posing of the body with the wine and the fish?

Yeah.

That wasn't part of his modus operandi

with previous victims.

That was his way of engaging with us,

or, more to the point, you.

It's like he's saying, "This is my banquet, Detective."

You really think he sat at home watching the news reports?

Of course.

Narcissism is one of the symptoms of psychopathy,

that's the dichotomy.

Damaged self-esteem on the one hand,

but also a grandiose sense of self-importance on the other.

In the killer's head,

this murder spree may be the ultimate game.

Now you're his main opponent.

Sun Tzu, the Chinese general who wrote "The Art of War",

he said, "If you're far from your enemy,

"make him believe you're near."

Just something to keep in mind.

As you know, we've discovered another body.

I won't be taking any questions today,

I just came to say one thing.

I wanna talk directly to the killer.

I know you're out there,

watching this,

I don't need profilers and psychiatrists

to tell me you're a sick son of a bitch.

You're not even a man,

I doubt you have the equipment for it.

You're a demented pervert

who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air

as the people you have so callously murdered.

You are gutless, pathetic,

and when your luck runs out,

and make no mistake, it will,

I'll be right there to take you down,

you got that, you piece of?

That's a promise from me to you.

Thank you.

Hey, slugger.

How was school today?

Good.

He made you this.

...Began in the summer of 1982,

and since then, an army of detectives

and a multimillion-dollar computer system

have been unable to track the killer.

Thank you.

It is a familiar routine,

for the Green River Task Force sifting through

any remaining evidence on the site

where someone had stumbled across human remains.

Your office forwarded this.

You haven't been demoted to mailman already,

have you, Tom?

If we don't catch this prick soon,

maybe I will be.

My god.

Dearest Bob.

It has been the better part of two years

since we've corresponded,

and I must admit, I've missed it.

I've followed, with great interest,

the case of "The Riverman", and see from the news reports

that you are advising the task force.

I recently saw a press conference

with Detective Richards.

Not the usual police officer, is he?

He seems to be taking it quite personally.

As you know,

I have some experience in The Riverman's field of expertise.

I believe I can help you.

If you have the time to visit me,

along with Detective Richards, please do.

Time for me is running out,

I would like to make use of what remains.

Kind regards, your old friend, Theodore Bundy.

David, your thoughts?

Well, the key question is,

could he actually help the investigation,

or would he be leading us on some circle jerk

for his own amusement?

He has an agenda, he always does.

What's his agenda here? To buy time?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Like he says in his letter, time is running out for him.

He'll do everything he can

to court favor with the authorities

and get a reprieve from execution.

What's it like coming face to face with someone like that?

Maybe you need to find out for yourself.

At some point,

you're gonna be face to face with the Green River Killer.

After you meet Ted Bundy,

evil will no longer be a mystery to you.

What?

Two days talking to a madman in Florida?

Don't you have enough to deal with right now?

It might be a complete waste of time,

or it could help with the investigation, who knows,

but we have no suspects yet,

I have to try everything I can.

I just worry about you, that's all.

It'll be fine.

Come here.

Where are you going?

I've got a few errands to run.

Well, you know you're looking after Adam tonight.

How come?

I've got a dinner with Amy and the girls.

It's her birthday, I told you about this weeks ago.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

I've got something important to do.

It's been playing on my mind all week,

I need to take care of it tonight.

Come on, Gary, I had my plans first.

If you have to leave the house,

can't you take Adam with you?

I guess so.

Thank you.

I'll be home around 11.

Alright.

Dad, where are we going?

I gotta pick up a friend of mine, drop her off somewhere.

Hello, Bob.

Ted.

Long time no see.

It's been a while.

And this must be the famous Detective Richards.

As always, Ted, we'll be recording this.

Of course.

It's the 2nd of September, approximately 9:30 p.m.,

at Florida State Prison.

This is a tape-recorded interview with Bob Keller,

David Richards, and Ted Bundy.

So, Ted, would you like to begin?

Well, this is just

sort of a spontaneous dialogue we're having here.

I'm not approaching it in any organized fashion.

I don't even know if I can be of any real assistance.

You're the detectives after all.

We'd value any insights you may have.

Well, did you bring a copy of the case file?

Um, I'm not sure it would be ethical to give you--

It's fine.

The Riverman enjoys easy prey.

The victims?

Yes.

Prostitutes are low risk.

Not many people would miss them.

Who would you consider to be high-risk prey?

Well, people who work normal jobs,

have families, social circles,

people who are noticed.

You know,

with all the slasher movies being made at the moment,

you should stake out the car parks of the movie theaters.

I am sure you'd find many serial killers of the future,

people who go to those films to fuel their fantasies.

When I was a kid, I just had the detective magazines.

I don't think staking out

thousands of movie theaters is practical,

given the limited numbers of police

we can assign to the case.

Perhaps not.

But you could stake out his old dump sites.

You mean where he left the bodies?

Yes.

He'll return to them.

He's going back to check out the scene

and see the condition of the body

after it's been there for a while,

for, well, whatever kick he might get out of that.

Necrophilia?

Look, what he's doing is not normal,

so you can't apply normal standards to it.

He might just drive by, see if the scene is being disturbed,

if the body has been discovered.

Well, if it hasn't,

well, he might wanna take it all in again.

Would he go back to a site after we've discovered it?

No.

At that point, he wouldn't touch it with a 10-mile pole.

Why do you think guys like him kill?

Well, there's a certain aspect of possessiveness

in serial killing.

I think that's one way of describing it,

well, in rather bland terms,

but a possessiveness where the corpse

might easily be as important as the live victim,

in some respects.

What I mean is, a possessiveness,

an ownership, a taking, if you will,

and that's part of the syndrome.

And I think that's one of the reasons why,

in some cases, not all, certainly,

but he might be intending to return to the scene,

interact with the body in some way.

According to the time of death,

all these murders happened on a weekday.

What does that tell you?

Well, he obviously prefers to troll on a weekday.

He might have other commitments of the weekend,

people he's close to, perhaps.

You think he has family?

Possibly.

What'd you mean by "troll"?

Well, it's what he does.

Watching,

waiting,

selecting.

He knows his hunting ground.

Hey, Julie.

Hey.

This is my son.

You remember, I showed you a picture of him before.

Sure, yeah.

So, what's the deal here?

You want the kid to watch?

'Cause I'm in to that.

No.

I didn't plan on bringing him along,

but his mother had to go out.

I figured we'd go to the woods

and he could wait in the car.

I'll be quick.

Sure, I remember.

Get in.

He targets his prey.

He plans what he wants to do in his mind,

down to the smallest detail.

By the time he closes in,

it's almost like it's already happened.

Okay,

this is far enough.

You got the money?

So, how do you wanna do this?

That tree over there, bend over it.

He's played it out in his mind so many times.

But when the time is right,

and he swoops on his chosen one,

well, then it's like the spider and the fly.

Fantasy finally becomes reality.

And speaking of fantasy,

well, that's what normality is.

What's normal for the spider,

well, it can seem like chaos to the fly.

Did she get home okay?

Yeah.

Can you go there, Detective?

Where?

Inside his mind, think like he thinks.

I'm not sure I can.

You can.

We all have that coldblooded, primal instinct within us.

Whether you wanna touch upon your own is...

well, that's another story.

Hello?

Dave, it's Tom.

What is it?

We've found another body.

Shit.

I thought we had our guys staking out the Green River?

We didn't find it there,

this one was found in a woodland near Long Avenue.

Definitely him though, same M.O.

You tell the press yet?

No.

I've only just ordered the forensics team down there.

Call it off.

-What do you mean? -Tell the team to back off,

leave the site just as it was found.

Don't tell the press,

don't tell anyone in the department

who doesn't already know.

Leave the body exactly where it was found, Tom.

Why?

Bundy said the killer will return

to where he dumped the bodies.

If you leave this body there

and he doesn't see anything on the news,

he might think it's not been discovered yet.

Then he'll go back.

That's when we'll be staking out those woods.

Okay, I'll go myself with Kavanagh.

No, no, I'll go with you,

I'm heading to the airport right now.

I'll be back in a few hours, yeah?

Got it.

Bye.

Flying solo today, Bob?

Detective Richards had to travel back to the Green River.

Have they found another body?

Well, I hope the information I gave yesterday was helpful.

It was.

And since you're in a helpful mood,

I thought today we could discuss a different subject.

What's that?

You know, Ted,

there are still five cases we're concerned about,

missing girls, Washington and Utah.

Okay.

Well, maybe we can talk about that.

I guess it depends.

On what?

Did you speak to the attorney general?

I spoke to him last night.

I told him you'd been receptive to our questioning.

But truth be told, Ted,

he knows there are a lot of families out there

that need closure.

But before we get down to that,

has the attorney general discussed in firm terms

what the outcome of these conversations could be for me?

He said any information you can provide

which can give the families closure

will be given the greatest consideration

when discussions take place

about the implementation of the death penalty.

Okay.

Good.

Well, I'm sure you know, Bob,

it all began in Washington state.

That's where I was living,

where I grew up as a kid and a young man,

where those kinds of impulses

which ultimately led to the violent behavior were born.

Yeah.

This is where I'm a little, um...

The presence of the officer down here,

well, it's a little unnerving.

Some of this stuff I don't mind talking about because,

well, he wouldn't know it from Adam, but,

well, I can write it down,

or whisper it to you, whatever.

Okay.

Can you hear that?

Yeah, I can hear it.

I just wrote down the name Joanne Dawkins.

So...

the Dawkins girl's head was severed

and taken up the road about 25-50 yards

and then buried in a location

about 10 yards west of the road

on a rocky hillside in Washington.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Lord knows what the little creatures up there did to it,

what those animals would have done.

Well, I can draw you a map to where you can find it,

if you like.

Thank you, that would be helpful.

But first, how did you encounter her?

I was making my way up an alleyway,

with my briefcase, using crutches,

and a young woman was walking down.

I saw her walk around the north end of the block

and into the alleyway.

She stopped for a moment

and then kept on walking down toward me.

About halfway,

I encountered her

and asked if she'd help carry my briefcase,

which she did,

and we went back up the alleyway.

Across the street, we turned right,

on the sidewalk outside the old fraternity house there.

We rounded the corner on the left

and headed north on 47.

About halfway up the block,

there used to be this old parking lot,

which they'd made out of the burned-out buildings there.

So what happened when you rounded the corner?

We went into the parking lot.

When we reached my car,

I knocked her unconscious with a crowbar.

Where'd you have that stashed?

Hidden behind the rear wheel of the car.

Did she see it?

No.

There were some handcuffs along with the crowbar.

I handcuffed her, put her in the passenger side of the car,

and drove away.

Dave.

Over there.

Wait.

Wait.

Let's go.

Don't fucking move!

Put the fucking gun down now!

Now put your hands on your head and back away!

Freeze!

Society wants to believe it can identify

bad or harmful individuals,

but it's not practical.

The truth is, people who indulge in this sort of thing,

well, they look just like everyone else.

Their subconscious might be a raging inferno,

but you'd never tell, they blend in so well.

This is what it comes down to, Bob,

we serial killers,

we're your sons,

your husbands,

we're everywhere,

and there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.

All of us on this earth

know that there is a time to live

and that there is a time to die,

yet death is always a shock to those left behind.

Jesus, Dad, you scared me.

I didn't realize anyone else was up.

Sorry.

Struggling to sleep?

Yeah.

I have a big test at school tomorrow,

and no matter how hard I hit the books,

I just, I don't feel prepared.

You'll do great, you always do.

Hey, take a seat,

watch some TV.

The funeral over,

the saddened group left the graveside.

Deb, you know I love you, don't you?

Sure, Dad, I know, I love you too.

I'm very proud of you, you know that, right?

You got some whiskey in that cup?

No, it's just tea.

Then what's with all the declarations?

I just want you to know how much you mean to me,

that's all.

You're sweet, Dad.

But I better get back to bed,

see if I can get some sleep.

Okay, sweetheart.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Where were you on June 17th?

I had to take my truck to the shop.

Have you ever cruised the SeaTac strip?

I'm, I'm not familiar with that place.

His name is Gary Ridgway.

He was picked up for attempting to solicit

an undercover police officer posing as a prostitute in May.

Tom got a hunch and ran his record.

He was accused of choking a prostitute in 1980,

near the SeaTac strip.

At the time, he pleaded self-defense,

after claiming the woman bit him, and he got released.

One of our officers stopped and questioned Ridgway last year

while he was in his truck with a prostitute.

They also approached this guy

in connection with the kidnapping of Marie Olsen.

Ridgway was questioned,

but not enough evidence to make an arrest.

Has anyone questioned the sex workers on the strip?

Several prostitutes saw a man

matching Ridgway's description

regularly cruising the strip in the past two years.

Now he works at that factory down in Bellevue,

painting trucks,

so he would pass that strip almost daily

on his way to and from work.

Sarah Edgar.

I've never heard of her.

So what's your next move?

I think we should get him to take a polygraph test.

You know those things can't be considered 100% accurate.

Yeah, I know,

but I need something more than circumstantial

if I'm gonna convince the chief

there's a case to be made here.

Do you think he's the killer?

Something in my gut tells me he is.

Then do what you have to do.

Is your name Gary Leon Ridgway?

Yes.

Have you ever cruised the SeaTac strip?

No.

Have you ever hired a prostitute?

No.

Did you know Julie Kakova?

No.

Did you kill her?

No.

He passed.

He fucking passed.

Ridgway?

Yeah.

You know we got nothing on this guy now.

We executed a search warrant on his home, turned up nothing.

The forensics team test this guy?

They took everything from him,

saliva, piss, the whole shebang.

There's nothing conclusive

to link him to any of the crime scenes.

Shit.

We gotta let him go.

46 bodies found since 1982.

There have been several suspects,

but a case can't be made against any of 'em.

$15 million of public funds spent.

As of today, the Green River Task Force will be dismantled.

We simply can't continue spending this kinda money

and allocating this much manpower

to an investigation which has yielded no results.

I know you were expecting this, and I hope you accept it.

It's over, Dave.

Respectfully, sir,

it'll never be over.

A sad and ugly chapter

will end tomorrow morning

as notorious serial killer Ted Bundy

is set to die in Florida's electric chair.

Officially, Bundy's execution will be for

the kidnap and murder of 12-year-old Caroline Keach,

but he was also found guilty of two additional 1978 slayings

and is suspected in 20-40 other homicides,

at least 23 of which

he has confessed to law enforcement officials

in the past few years. Faced with execution

after nearly a decade of court appeals,

Bundy has attempted to trade confessions for time

to give lawmen details

of all of the murders.

The Florida governor refused to make such a trade.

Bundy is scheduled to be executed at 7:00 a.m.

Bob.

Ted.

You know, I could still provide information.

I've remembered things that might help the families.

I know you're hoping for a phone call,

but I don't think it'll come.

Many feel justice is being served tomorrow.

What about you, Bob?

Do you think justice is being served?

I'm not here to pass judgment, Ted.

Well, then why are you here?

I'm interested in your thoughts on something.

What's that?

Why'd you go down this road?

Well, everyone asks that.

Yeah, but you never really answered it before, have you?

What's the point?

Help people understand perhaps.

Maybe I can give you a little insight too.

Maybe the truth is

I don't have an answer to your question.

Whenever I'm interviewed,

people always ask, do I feel guilt for what I've done?

Guilt...

it's an illusion,

a mechanism of social control.

It's very unhealthy, does terrible things to the body.

What about when you were young, Ted?

What was your emotional state of mind?

Confusion.

I could never understand what made people want to be friends,

or what made people attracted to one another,

or what underlays social interactions.

I'd watch people

and see them feel,

but, I don't know, I could never be like them.

Do you remember the first time you felt the urges?

I certainly fantasized.

Well, as a young boy of 12 or 13,

I'd encountered soft-core pornography,

outside the home, local drug or grocery stores.

Young boys,

they explore the sideways and byways of their neighborhood.

And in our neighborhood, people would dump their garbage,

and from time to time,

we'd come across books

of a more graphic nature,

detective magazines and so on.

Well, I wanna emphasize this,

the most damaging kind of pornography,

I'm talking from real personal experience here,

is the kind which involves violence and sexual violence.

The wedding of those two forces,

as I know only too well,

well, it brings about behavior

that is too terrible to describe.

When did fantasy become a reality?

As a teen,

I was dealing with very strong inhibitions

against violent and criminal behavior

that had been conditioned

and bred into me by my environment,

the neighborhood, schools, church.

It's a very difficult thing to describe,

the sensation of reaching a point

where I knew I couldn't control it anymore.

The barriers I had learned as a child

were not enough to hold me back

from seeking out and harming somebody.

How did you feel the first time you committed a murder?

Even all these years later, it's difficult to talk about.

Reliving it through talking is,

well, difficult, to say the least,

but I want you to understand what happened.

It was like coming out of some

horrible trance or dream.

I can only liken it to being possessed

by something so awful and alien,

and then the next morning,

waking up and remembering what happened,

and realizing that, well, in the eyes of the law,

and certainly in the eyes of God,

you're responsible.

Possession is an interesting word.

What I did, it was like possessing them, physically,

as one might possess a potted plant,

or a painting,

or a horse,

owning, as it were, this person,

and then taking ownership of the remains.

But when I'd wake up in the morning

and realize what I'd done with a clear mind,

with all my essential ethical and moral feelings intact,

well, it absolutely horrified me.

The feelings of pleasure derived from what you did

clearly outweighed any feelings of being horrified,

because you repeated it so much.

Maybe so.

Also, when you compare people to possessions,

well, I think it's hard to believe that you felt anything,

certainly if in your mind,

people are no different to material things.

What's your point, Bob?

I've spoken to your family,

quite in depth, actually,

and they were very candid.

I don't know if you know this,

but your aunt has a very interesting memory of you

from when you were three years old.

And what's that?

She recalled waking up from a nap one day

at your grandparents' house

to find herself surrounded by knives from the kitchen.

You were stood by your aunt's bed, smiling.

Well, I can't say I remember that, Bob,

so I'll have to take her word for it.

If it's true, it's very telling, don't you think?

How so?

Well, in my line of work,

I'm always asked

"is serial killing down to nature or nurture?"

That incident with your aunt

would suggest it's down to nature,

that you were born with a darkness inside of you.

But the thing is this,

there are many people out there

who are born with darkness inside of them,

there are many people who suffer violence

or have terrible things happen to them as kids,

but they don't all grow up to be serial killers.

Is this going somewhere, Bob?

It's like the parable of the two wolves.

And what's that?

A father is talking to his son,

and he says there are two wolves inside of us,

always at battle.

The good wolf represents things like kindness,

bravery, and love.

The bad wolf represents things like greed, hatred, and fear.

The son stops and thinks about it for a second,

and then looks at his father and says,

"Which one wins?"

And the father quietly replies, "The one we feed."

And I guess you think I fed the bad wolf, right?

Yeah.

Is it nature or nurture?

A little of both for sure, but the bottom line is this,

we all have a choice about the person we become.

We create our own reality.

Ted Bundy, the notorious serial killer,

died today in the electric chair

after a night of weeping and praying.

Let me do that.

So,

your first press conference as the new chief.

You nervous?

Almost 20 years of dealing with the press,

you get used to it.

I'm proud of you.

You deserve this, and you've worked hard for it.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Behind every great man is a great woman.

I know it's a cliche,

but it's true.

We're a team.

This isn't just my achievement, it's ours.

Can I confess something?

Yeah.

I'm relieved.

You are?

A desk job gets you off the streets,

which means I'm gonna sleep better at night

knowing you'll be safe.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

There you go.

Thanks, honey.

You've faced much criticism over the years

for your failure to apprehend the Green River Killer,

how do you think the victims' families might feel

watching your career go from strength to strength

while the person who murdered their daughters

is still at large?

Yes,

I've spent almost two decades haunted by this.

My career has progressed, yes,

but it hasn't stopped the nightmares.

My arrest and conviction rate is the highest on the force,

but there is not a day goes by

when I don't think about the one that got away

and all the pain he caused.

Which is why today,

I am announcing

that I will be reforming the Green River Task Force.

Considerable resources will be diverted

to resuming the investigation,

and I will be personally overseeing it.

I want the victims' families to know one thing,

I will not rest until the killer is behind bars.

You saw the conference on TV?

I did.

I know you wanted me to play it safe

and stay behind a desk,

but I just can't let this one go.

You gave years to this, I saw what it did to you,

I'm worried.

I just gotta get back out there

and nail that son of a bitch.

And you think if you find him,

you're gonna not be haunted anymore?

I don't know, but this isn't just about me.

You gave your life to public service,

you don't owe anyone anything.

If we'd have lost Deb, you'd want justice, wouldn't you?

Yes, of course,

but you being a martyr doesn't do anyone any favors.

When the case was active, you were here physically,

but your mind was miles away.

Is it a good thing for you

to fight for other people's families

when your own has to suffer for it?

You know I love you, but this is how I was made,

this is what you married.

Well, if you've made up your mind,

I guess there's nothing else for me to say.

Well, do you support me?

I can't do this without you.

I'll always be by your side, you know that.

And I hope when you find this guy,

you get the inner peace that you're seeking.

One of the victims, Marsha Intola,

the one who was posed with the fish and the wine...

Yeah?

She was stripped naked like the others,

but there was a dress found nearby

which was identified as hers.

There was a semen sample taken from the dress.

We also recovered semen from several of the victims.

I know we established many years back

that the samples were all from the same man,

we just did not have the technology

for a more detailed DNA profile.

So what can we do now?

Our advances mean that the sample from the discarded dress

will stand strong against the suspects

we have on our database.

We should also be able to get matches

on the semen samples retrieved from the other victims.

Okay.

Let's get it done.

These are the results?

The same guy's DNA matches

every sample recovered from the victims.

I don't even need to open this.

It's Gary Ridgway, isn't it?

Let's go get him.

Put your hands in the air.

One false move and I'll put two in the back of your head.

Slowly, put your hands behind your back.

Gotcha, asshole.

In the early 1980s,

the area around the Green River, south of Seattle,

was the site of one of

the most gruesome serial-killing sprees

this country has ever seen.

At least 49 women, police say,

mostly prostitutes and runaways,

disappeared or were found murdered

along this stretch of water.

Gary Leon Ridgway, now in custody,

was a prime suspect back then,

but police didn't have enough evidence to make a solid case.

Now, new technology, police say,

has linked Ridgway's DNA

with DNA found on three of the Green River victims,

while other evidence, police say, ties him to a fourth.

A team of scientists

spent more than 800 hours on the lab work.

They got you chained up pretty good there, don't they?

Yeah.

They must be concerned about

whether or not you're gonna run off?

I guess so.

You wouldn't do that, would you?

Not this time.

Give us a minute, will you, Tom?

Sure.

I'm the lead investigator on this case.

I know.

That means you and I must've stood

in a lot of the same places.

I think we stood in every place.

What do you think about that?

You were on one side, I was on the other.

Where I killed them, you were the one who recovered them.

Now,

finally,

we meet.

Yeah.

I've been working on this case a long time.

Looks like I've caused you a few gray hairs.

So, Gary, you've been pretty forthcoming so far,

but do I know everything there is to know?

Yeah, I'm not holding anything back.

Can you really look me in the eye

and tell me you're not holding anything back?

I haven't been, um,

you know--

Wait a minute, your eyes are going back and forth.

I'm not lying to you.

Yes, you are.

The thing is, Gary,

you and I can be enemies

or we can be buddies,

that's your choice.

If you're gonna keep lying to me,

then we'll be enemies.

So, what you gonna do?

I don't know what you want.

The bodies.

There are more, aren't there?

Yes.

So, how are we gonna work together?

You want me to tell you where they are?

Yes.

We're gonna find every last one of them.

Alright.

My memory is hazy, but I'll try.

Yes, you will.

We should've gotten some champagne to celebrate.

That's alright, I'm just happy to be here with you both.

How do you feel, Dad?

Relieved.

But the hardest part of it all...memories.

You'll get some closure now that you've caught the guy.

Yeah, Dad, it's finally over.

Bob, what you doing here?

Thought I'd pay you a visit given the recent headlines.

I stopped by the house, Sandra said you might be here.

It's good to see you.

Been a while?

Yeah, it has.

I think congratulations are in order.

It was a team game,

you were part of that team,

you should give yourself a pat on the back.

I think we can all be thankful for the advances in DNA.

True.

So, what now?

Time to move on.

Ridgway's behind bars, the healing can begin.

You know, there's one thing I keep asking myself.

How do we stop this thing from happening again?

There are a multitude of things

we could do to make a difference,

greater education from a psychology standpoint,

spotting the warning signs of psychopathy early on.

From a law enforcement standpoint, we have

advances in DNA and a better network

of communication between the agencies.

But, maybe I'm getting soft in my old age,

I just can't help thinking about it

from a philosophical standpoint.

I'm intrigued.

Well, if those of us who are positive in our intentions

spread enough love and light,

maybe there won't be so much darkness

for evil to maneuver in.

I never had you down as an idealist, Bob.

I never used to be.

But the times, they are a changing.

You know what?

I think you're right.