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Thank you.

Your attention, please. It is now five minutes to midnight and the library will

be closing.

Scared me to death.

Did I really?

I'm so sorry.

That was so mean.

Please, forgive me. I'm an arrested adolescent at heart. I just thought that

what with all the stalker business.

I am going to get back at you big time, doctor.

Where do you park?

Oh, walking, thanks.

Back to the dorm.

May I escort you?

No, I'll be fine.

I've taken self -defense classes, got my trusty can of mace with me.

McNamara's pub is right on the way.

I don't know who's more dangerous, you or this doctor.

Good night, Dr. Silliman.

was a cop and good at his job but he committed the ultimate sin and testified

against other cops gone bad cops that tried to kill him but got the woman he

loved instead framed for murder now he prowls the badlands an outlaw hunting

outlaws a bounty hunter a renegade

What? Reno, can you get here right away?

What's wrong?

We're at China Lake. Please, just hurry.

I'm on my way.

Joy?

Joy?

Open up, Jack.

Happy birthday.

Make a wish.

Didn't think we'd forget your birthday, did you? Shy, I forgot my birthday. This

is so cool.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, Bobby's late, as always. I'll let you open up your presents first, and

then I'll kill it.

Presents?

Wow!

And here, this.

What's this?

Well, open it up and throw it in the air.

Throw it up in the air? Yeah, yeah.

Look at that.

Did I miss everything?

Yep, afraid so. Happy birthday, brother.

So what's your lame excuse this time?

Santa Barbara Stalker claimed another victim.

What's that, six now?

Seven. I'm going up there, sis.

You're going alone?

Yes, I am.

Read this.

The FBI's on it now, but I just can't get these killings off my mind.

You know, last night, Reno, I even had a dream about this guy.

It was as if I could see his face.

I've got to go after him. Bobby, dreams aren't real.

Don't diss me on this one, okay?

Who do you think used to do all the dirty work around here before you showed

huh? Me.

And me. So it's about time I got a little grit under my fingernails. Reno,

need you.

to back me up on this one, okay?

So hang out here with Shy.

Sharpen up your office skills and do what I do all day long.

I'll call you.

What does he do all day long?

A witness reported seeing a man in the Santa Barbara State College ball cap

the library.

The department has issued an all -points bulletin for Santa Barbara State senior

Gresham Tolliver. She was last seen at midnight.

At Morse Library by Dr. Jeremy Silliman, who has just completed his statement.

Ms. Tolliver was headed for a dormitory at the time. She never arrived.

Was it the stalker? Ms. Tolliver may indeed have fallen victim to the

known to the public as the Santa Barbara Stalker.

Please, please.

Nobody has been found, is that correct?

This conference is reserved for members of the press, Mr. Sixkiller.

Answer the question.

No, nobody at present.

What evidence do you have that makes you believe it's the stalker? Police

presence has been doubled on the campus, and fraternity members are escorting

female students.

Sergeant McGrath has the details. Thank you very much.

No, no, no, no. Allow me, allow me.

What the hell are you doing here? You have no right.

And this is a top -priority case, Sixkiller. I don't want the amateurs

mucking it up.

Does that about cover it?

About it, except I know what you're doing here, and as always, it has to

with a dollar sign.

Oh, you wound me, Lieutenant.

It's Captain now.

So you must suspect somebody who works at the college, is that right?

You're unbelievable, you know that? I'll take that as a yes.

So what about your witness, Dr. Silliman?

He's a tenured sociology professor.

So did you question him?

If you start harassing faculty members... Well, then you just go ahead

me, Frank.

And then we'll let the judge decide on the amount of damages that I will

from you for loss of income and restraint of trade.

I'm really happy you made Captain, Frank.

Don't break it. We're a long way from another one.

I'm trying to crack the NCIC file on the stalker case, but they've got him coded

six ways from Sunday.

Hey, what's really wrong?

It's all those poor innocent women, Reno. I can't get them off my mind.

You think that's what got to Bobby?

I mean, since when does he go after serial killers for free?

Well, when I was growing up on the reservation, there was a killer loose.

The Mescalero Strangler.

He only went after young Anglo women. There weren't that many of us around.

I took it pretty hard.

Bobby freaked.

That sounds pretty terrifying.

You can't imagine it, Reno.

Wondering if every stranger that you see is coming after you.

Yeah.

A word to the wise people.

The title of our course is The Sociology of Divis.

Out on the old campus, you may, if you...

choose refer to it by its more familiar name nuts and slots however if you do so

within my earshot you will instantly receive a failing grade so if you value

your precious gpas i suggest you treat our subject with the respect it deserves

classic smith see you

Dr. Silliman, I presume.

Well, you're certainly no freshman.

Let me guess.

You're the bounty hunter, am I right?

Right. Bobby Sixkiller.

So Captain Schrager warned you about me?

He suggested we not speak.

Yes, well, he and I do go way back.

You were an acquaintance of the victim.

He also said you'd be persistent.

What do you think?

I have another lecture to deliver in 15 minutes. And what about after that?

Well, after that, departmental meetings, dissertation proposals, and then office

hours.

So you're stonewalling me too, Professor?

No, not at all.

In fact, I'd like to talk to you.

You would?

I did know Gretchen Tolliver well enough to care about her.

And you're not convinced that Schrager and his merry men aren't going to catch

the stuff?

The more, the merrier.

Also, there's something I want from you.

And what would that be?

Even though my lecture seemed to put you in a deep trance, I assume you caught

the name of the course?

Yes, it's Deviant Sociology.

Very good.

And you would like to hear some stories, because I spend my entire life chasing

nuts and sluts, correct?

Precisely.

Come to my home tonight. Stay around thick and thin.

Done. I'll see you then.

Thank you.

A baseball cap.

Very good, Mr. Sixkiller. I knew you'd figure it

out.

That's it.

I'm going up north.

What happened? What's wrong?

When Bobby and I started this business, we made a deal. If either one of us is

out in the field, we talk twice a day, eight sharp, morning and night.

Well, maybe he overslept.

Bobby? The type A poster boy?

Mister, I'll call you when I get there. I don't think so. Cheyenne, just slow

down here. You're not going alone.

Reno! Look, I bought the common sense speech once, okay? But don't try it on

again. Turn on the news. Santa Barbara is crawling with cops.

Oh, and you're saying the Santa Barbara Police Department can't protect Bobby?

Besides, he doesn't even fit the stalker victim's profile, unlike you.

So just wait here with me, okay? I'll be done with this really soon. We'll go

together. Okay.

Wake up.

Don't try to get loose.

You're at the bound with piano wire.

It leaves a nasty gash.

Oh, and before you ask, we're well below ground level.

My father built this place, a sort of combination wine cellar and fallout

shelter.

It's still the same room, encompassing his greatest pattern and his deepest

fear.

Funny, isn't it?

Hilarious.

So you're the stalker, I presume?

Your powers of deduction are staggering.

You know, why am I still alive?

I have my reasons.

This is your special room.

I do hope you like it.

Who's the decorator?

Don't be rude.

It has everything you need.

I refitted this room to serve my own needs. It's completely secure,

soundproof. You saw the tape recorder outside?

It runs very slowly, and the sensitivity is turned all the way up.

When I come back later, if I hear anything that indicates you made the

effort to escape or call for help, you will be disciplined severely.

You have no idea.

How completely helpless you are at this moment.

This is his death -fall.

He was here.

Hello?

Hello? Talk to me.

I'm going to keep yelling until you answer me. So answer me!

Who are you?

You don't know what he'll do.

My name is Bobby Sixkiller. What is your name?

How long have you been here?

Have you seen a black Hummer on campus?

Why do you want to know that?

Hello, officer.

Step away from the bike. Show me your hands, please.

Look, I'm looking for my partner.

He's been missing the last couple of days.

Uh -huh.

My business partner.

Yeah, what kind of business would that be?

Well, we're bounty hunters. I work for Sixkiller Enterprise. He was working on

the stalker case.

Yeah, step over to the car for me.

No, hang on. Step over to the car for me. Look.

Do you have any identification on you?

Officer, look, I just got here, okay? Give me a break. I can explain.

What are you so nervous about?

Hey, what's going on here?

Cheyenne, could you please tell the gentleman who I am?

I'm Cheyenne Phillips, and this is Vince Black. He works for me at Sixkiller

Enterprises in Bay City. We both just arrived in town this morning.

You'd swear to that?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're going to believe her, not me?

Don't mind him, officer. We're all a little bit nervous.

Actually, as a woman, I feel a whole lot safer knowing that you're questioning

everyone. Thank you.

Well, thank you.

Have a good night.

You have got to be more careful. I was being careful.

You didn't have to antagonize me, Vince. She was all over me like spray paint.

Bobby's right.

This is too hot for you here.

Well, I ain't leaving, okay?

Not until I find her.

Talk to me.

I'm going to keep yelling until you answer me. So answer me!

Who are you?

What time is it?

I'm sure you'd love to know.

Not half so much as you will after a week or two in here, though.

No light.

No night.

The hours and days running together.

So did you bring my room service menu?

That obnoxious sense of humor will go, too, after about ten days or so.

Get out!

Well, it seems like you've done this once or twice before.

Were my instructions clear this morning?

Did you grasp them at all?

Yeah, I got it. So then...

You disobeyed them deliberately.

Silly boy.

The woman's voice you heard was a recording.

A test.

You got an F.

I don't believe you.

Lolan must play his funny tricks with the mind, as you'll soon find out.

Now then, what should be your punishment?

No supper.

Or breakfast.

Or lunch.

For a week.

Wait a minute.

What possible reason could you have for keeping me here?

Scientific curiosity.

You want to find out if boredom is fatal?

I see you found the broken hinge I left you. Did you presume that

it was there accidentally?

That I didn't know about it?

Let me tell you something about my universe.

Bobby Sixkiller.

Nothing happens by accident here.

Everything is perfectly planned and executed.

That includes every thought you think, every bright idea, every petty little

effort to escape, every dream.

Do I know you?

I'm Cheyenne Phillips, Bobby Sixpiller's sister.

Oh, I remember from the Reno Raines trial.

What, did your brother think you could sweet -talk me into telling you

I wouldn't tell him?

So you did see him, then?

See him? He busted up my press briefing, started grilling me.

Well, he's missing.

I haven't talked to him since yesterday.

One day.

That's not exactly earth -shaking, the line of work that he's in. If you'll

excuse me, I've had two hours sleep in three days.

That he wouldn't butt out of this case no matter how much I threatened him?

That's my brother.

Did he say anything to you about where he was going to start? No.

Nothing? He didn't say.

Come on, Captain.

He asked about a professor at the college who was helping me on the case.

Great. Who was that?

Sorry.

Sir, I'm really worried about him. I'll report.

Suppose he found your stalker and got caught by him. I have over a hundred men

from four different jurisdictions working on this case. How good do you

your brother is?

The best.

It would appear you overestimated him.

By the way, that bastard Raines got what was coming to him. I hope he sets foot

in my town someday.

Lady, talk to me.

Tell me I'm not going crazy.

You said you were tape recording.

We're going to die.

What?

Say it again.

I said we're going to die.

He's playing games with our minds. He wants to keep us vulnerable.

We can't let him do it.

Tell me your name.

My name is Bobby.

Bobby Sixkiller.

Gretchen.

Gretchen.

Gretchen Tolliver.

Don't tell me Bobby lost a hummer in a poker game.

Huh.

Funny.

The only thing I could read about a Traeger is that Bobby was hot after some

professor who was consulting on the case.

Jeremy Silliman.

Read all about it.

That could be a coincidence.

Pigs can fly.

But I'm going to track this guy down.

On the campus?

I'll track him down.

Okay, fine. I'll go back to the motel.

Hack into the campus computer, cross -check all the enrollments, and see if

of the stalker's victims had Silliman as a professor.

That's a great idea.

Wait a minute, you can't do that.

But you can.

I'll check you later.

Marvelous.

Hungry?

Entertainment.

I might let you lick my plate.

Why do you do it, Doctor?

Do what?

Why do you kill young women?

Because I enjoy it. You do it for amusement?

Do women are merely martyrs?

A way to keep score.

Oh, I know.

You'd prefer me to be some kind of freak.

Some psychotic, some human thing.

Driven by screaming demons.

Because then you wouldn't have to face the truth.

And what truth is that?

That deep down,

You and I are not all that different.

Yeah, right.

Oh, come now.

You kill for a living.

Not without reason.

I have my reason.

I'm bored.

Bored. Bored.

School was always so easy. Service was easy. Teaching is very, very easy.

So you make it harder.

Exactly.

You have to stay in one place.

Pick a pattern.

Something for the police to puzzle over. You don't hide like some cringing dog.

You live boldly in full view. Do you know, Captain Trager actually invited me

consult on the murders.

Can you believe that?

I'm thrilled for you. You probably think I steered him away from me, don't you?

Au contraire. I gave him any number of clues.

Subtle ones, of course.

But then he can hardly see past the nose on his own face.

So I get it. You keep me around so you have someone to brag to.

Well, I admit, mine is a lonely path.

But no, I don't depend on anyone else's approval or congratulations.

I am my own judgment, Rory.

We have company?

Dr. Silliman?

Yeah. Do I know you?

I'm Vince Black, a bounty hunter.

Good Lord, how quaint.

Two in one week.

Can I have a moment of your time?

Vincent, there's somebody here!

Vincent, there's somebody here! We have to help him to hear us!

Quite a museum you have here. Yes.

I specialize in the odd and the deviant.

But you didn't come here to discuss art, did you?

No.

I came here looking for my partner.

The big guy, Native American, about six, three.

Bobby Sixkiller.

We had dinner last night.

Do you know where he is?

I'm afraid not.

He brought over some pizza.

We talked about the darker case.

And he was generous enough to answer my endless questions about the life of a

bounty hunter.

He does love to talk.

So I've noticed.

Any idea as to where he went? What kind of investigation he was conducting?

I assumed he was just as perplexed as we all are. Listen, if your friend visits

again or calls, would you like me to have him call you?

Police. We're staying at the way view.

Certainly. I even know the number.

I don't mean to rush you out, but I've got a lecture tonight and rather a lot

review to cover first.

Of course.

Some other time, perhaps.

I'd like to hear your story as well.

Your Friends was very colorful.

Oh, mine's a real thriller, too.

Come on.

You'll be happy to know your pathetic din didn't carry to the top floors. I

you, this place is soundproof.

Then why do you look so nervous?

Nervous is not the word.

Angry is the word!

Go ahead.

Get to know each other.

Now I'll tell you why I kept you both alive.

You're my insurance policy.

If I ever do get caught, think of how excited the authorities will be when

find out the two of my supposed victims are still alive. Very clever.

Thank you.

However, the plan works just as well with only one of you.

I'm going to give you 12 hours to wonder which one of you I'm going to... Don't

let it.

When? Yesterday. They had dinner together. They shared pizza and talk

That's it?

That's all I could get out of him. He said he had... Damn.

What? He said he had a lecture to go to.

But he doesn't teach any classes on Tuesdays, remember?

Gretchen, you know him better than I do. I need your help.

What fairy tale have you been reading?

We're almost rescued here today.

Why do you think he's so upset?

Because we disobeyed him. No, no, no, no, no.

Something went wrong up there. You can bet on it.

I might even know who was at that door.

Who?

Have we been well behaved?

Gretchen, come to the door, please.

She will not.

I won't hurt you.

If you come now, that is.

If you don't come now, I will hurt you. That's a promise.

Put your hands through the bars.

You said you wouldn't hurt her. She'll be fine if she doesn't struggle.

Oh, by the way, those are your cuffs.

I want two backup units. I'm tailing an escaped convict named Reno Raines on a

black Harley. Stay on this channel and move on my face, though. You know, I

question that guy. You think he's a stalker? He's a convicted killer. What

you think?

What's in the needle?

Pentel -dioxinecronase. In English?

There's no other term for it.

It's an experimental drug recently banned, related to PCP.

I borrowed it from the biogenetics lab.

In primates, it induces a temporary violent psychosis.

In humans, homicidal rage.

We got company. Two cars back.

Anyone we know?

I recognize the uniform. Is the cop a question to me? I don't know who the

is. That's Traeger, the boss, Tom.

Great.

Count of three.

One.

Two. Three.

Captain, did I hit you off?

I was just trying to make the right turn.

I could butt you for obstruction of justice. I want you to drive like your

depended on me. Take me to your friend, Reno Rain.

Now! No, no, no, wait a minute. Give it to me. I'll take it. Give it to me.

That's a very noble thought, Bobby.

But I'm afraid I can't oblige.

You see, under the influence of this drug, he'd probably snap Corgretton's

in just a few minutes.

Imagine being in a cage with a hungry lioness.

To stop her, you probably have to kill her.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I saw him, Miss Phillips. I also think he's a Santa Barbara stalker. You can't

be serious.

If you protect him, you will do hard time at Atascadero, and I will promise

I will personally guarantee you serve every single day of your sentence. Now,

how's that for serious?

I'll make you a deal.

You're in no position to bargain.

If I take you to the real stalker, will you let Reno go?

I'll think about it. Keep driving.

My partner.

You'd like to know, wouldn't you?

And you're going to tell me.

Sorry. Not to look safe in some foreign country with no extradition treaties.

He's around here somewhere, isn't he? You want your Indian friend?

I'll tell you what.

I'll throw in one of the girls as a bonus.

That's right. You heard me.

But none of this is going to happen until you treat me with the respect I

deserve. If I treated you with the respect you deserve, you'd be dead by

I'm on a plane ticket and a valid passport and a way out of here.

Then, when I'm sure I haven't been followed and when I bloody well feel

I'll give you a call and tell you where you can find a beautiful plan.

Simple, elegant.

Thank you so much.

There's only one problem.

I'm not a cop.

I'm a criminal, just like you are.

I'm the one man in the world you didn't want to have catch you.

You're lying.

My real name is Reno Raines, and I'm every bit as familiar with the odd and

deviant as you are.

You were on trial last year, and I lost.

So you see, I couldn't give you what you wanted, even if I tried.

You also know that I haven't got a damn thing to lose, and it would mean nothing

for me to kill you right here.

I give you Philemon, you let Reno go?

Sure, as soon as the courts find Philemon guilty.

What? You heard me. Nobody walks until I get a conviction.

You liar!

Hey!

Oh, thank God! Here, here.

I told you it wasn't a lie.

Okay, okay, we'll get out.

Run, Reno, get out of here.

You guys got him?

Go get out of here.

Here's your man, Captain.

What about the other guy? Forget him. Read Dr. Silliman. He's right. Multiple

murder one.

Give these people some help.

You okay?

Jeremy Silliman signed a confession admitting his guilt in the murders of

Santa Barbara women and one man. Police have evidence to corroborate his

confession and believe it to be genuine.

Dr. Silliman indicates he will not mount an insanity defense. We now consider

the case of the Santa Barbara stalker closed.

I would now like to introduce to you a man who was instrumental in leading the

police to the killer.

Mr. Robert Sixkiller of Bay City.

Thank you. I will answer all of your questions in turn.

But first I would like to introduce the person who is truly responsible for my

rescue and the apprehension of Dr. Silliman.

It's my sister Cheyenne Phillips.

So, do we have any questions?

Witnesses at the scene reported seeing another man involved at the scene,

possibly the felon Reno Raines. Can you comment?

Yes, I can.

It was just my sister and me.