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Get out of the way. There's a car.

You two take your time, walk around, see the house.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Thank you.

How are you, sir? Come in. There's some

information on the table about the property.

If I could just get you to sign in.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Over to the right here is the kitchen. Take a

look inside. It comes with all new appliances.

(child screams)

(faint voices)

As you can see, you really do have a lot of space to work with.

Now, this is the second upstairs bedroom.

This family has just the one little girl. Isn't it charming?

Oh, you have to see the master bedroom. The hardwood floors are all original...

We have some real prospects. I had one couple who seemed very interested.

- No running on the stairs, honey. - OK, Momma.

I wouldn't be surprised if we generate an offer.

Well, I think the price we're asking is reasonable.

- You coming up? - Yeah.

I'm just gonna go over those figures again.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Mommy.

I love you. Sleep well.

- John. - Be right there!

- John! - Mary Kay?

- (screams) - Mary Kay!

Mary Kay!

- Hi, Bob. - You see it on the news?

Yeah. I just came down to see what I didn't see.

Young couple bludgeoned, dragged downstairs,

murdered with an antique hatchet.

No sign of forced entry.

Nothing broken, nothing rifled or stolen except...

- Their little girl is missing. - What?

Yeah. That wasn't on the news either.

$5,000 alarm system. Should have saved

themselves the dough and gotten a rottweiler.

(shouting)

- What was the response time? - The alarm company said five minutes.

We're checking that out.

- The house was for sale. - Yeah. They had an open house yesterday.

We've got the real estate lady coming down.

The killing was premeditated.

The killer probably came to the open house and hid till the family returned.

- He set the alarm off when he left. - What about the little girl?

(soft whimpering)

- I need a screwdriver right now. - Here. Here.

- Holy God. - Get the ERT. Get them in here now!

No, no. Nobody's gonna hurt you, sweetheart.

Come here. Let me help you.

Everything is gonna be all right.

Everything's gonna be all right. Nobody's gonna hurt you. We're here to help you.

- How is she? - All indications is she's gonna be fine.

Her fluids were very low, but there's no evidence of physical harm,

other than extreme shock.

- It just... - Yeah. I know.

It's OK. Hey. Everything's OK, sweetheart.

You're in a safe place. No one's gonna hurt you here.

- Can one of you get the nurse? - Yeah, sure.

- You can't expect too much, Bob. - What do you mean?

I know you're gonna want to talk to her.

- You want to know what she saw. - We have no other witnesses.

What she's been through, no one - child or adult - should have to experience.

If she's asked to talk about it, it's like asking her to relive it.

I don't have to tell you that this guy is out there somewhere.

He murdered these people in cold blood.

You can't push her, Bob. She's got to do this in her own time - if at all.

We've already got a department shrink on call.

I'm asking, please don't let the department make a mistake trying to leapfrog this.

It's already something she has to live with for the rest of her life.

Abraham Lincoln, Elvis and Muhammed Ali all signed the guest book at the open house.

In my professional opinion, none are viable suspects.

We'll put an APB out on Elvis just in case.

- Did you find anything useful? - One name.

It appeared two weeks earlier at the first open house they held there.

He was casing.

John Allwolth.

The signature - centrifugal.

Vertical lines, forward expansion.

The strokes forceful, measured, alternating cursive and print.

This man's signature has been the same since he was old enough to sign it.

What does that tell you?

That the signer is deliberate. He has focus.

But that this is to contain his rage or his anger. That he can be explosive.

- Prone to outbursts of violence. - No kidding.

Even if this is the guy, it's obviously an alias.

- The address has gotta be phoney. - High probability, but not a certainty.

If he's not John Allwolth, maybe it's somebody he knows or who knows him.

The man we're looking for is a risk taker, but a deliberate man, as James said.

He left the child alive for a reason. He signed his name John Allwolth for a reason.

We'll catch him if we find out what that reason is.

Mr Allwolth?

See if the manager lives in the building.

Fat chance of that.

Yes? What?

Detective Geibelhouse, Seattle Police Department. Are you the resident?

- Yes. - You know your neighbour, John Allwolth?

- Who? - John Allwolth. He lives next door.

- He does? - Do you know the guy who lives here?

No. So what's the big deal?

We're trying to locate Mr John Allwolth. It's part of an investigation.

- I don't know anything about that. - Thanks.

(Knocks)

(heartbeat)

There were 4,900 open houses in King County over the last six months.

Graphological analysis matches the perpetrator's

signature to at least 37 registers.

Using the name John Allwolth, Travis Bickle and Rudyard Holmbast.

- Rudyard Holmbast? - That's correct.

So, what? You want us to go out and knock on his door too?

There are over 30 houses he didn't choose for one reason or another.

Find those reasons, find a pattern, and you move closer to the killer.

- To what is going on in his head. - Come on, Frank.

What if it was random? What if this guy chose

his victims because they were convenient?

That will tell us something too.

We're wasting our time with this approach.

- You don't have much else to go on. - We've got the little girl.

That's very good, Patricia. Is that a face in there?

Kind of hid it in there, didn't you?

It's very clever of you.

You wanna see what I brought you? It's for your hair.

It's from a girl who's almost the same age as you. Her name's Jordan.

And when I told her about you, she asked me if your hair was pretty,

and I told her it was long and straight and beautiful.

And she was so jealous because she has curly hair and she wants it to be straight.

I bet you want curly hair, don't you?

Can I put this in your hair, Patricia?

- Oh, that's very pretty. - I want to go home.

I know you do. I'm sorry, but you have to stay here.

It's just because everybody wants you to be safe. OK?

I think we should do some more crayons.

I'm gonna draw a picture of a pretty little girl with a pink bow. What about you?

What are we gonna find that an army of techs missed?

Maybe nothing.

The killer could have taken something.

- A VCR? - Could be.

That's cat burglar stuff, Frank.

Maybe not.

- It's empty. - Yeah.

- (man) Please let her go! - (woman) My baby!

- Please let her go! - My baby!

(woman screams)

- Please let her go! - My baby!

(screams)

Hi. How are you today?

How are you doing? I think I'm pretty good.

- You can't beat that with a stick. - Thanks. You have a good day.

- Take anything you want! - My baby!

Please let her go!

- Please let her go! - My baby!

(screams)

- Why send it to the realtor? - To terrify her, possibly.

Or to punish her as he punished the family for some twisted imaginary crime.

- The clock is ticking, isn't it? - Yes.

- Word's gonna get out. - That might be what he wants, Bletch.

Whatever you can do not to give him what he wants,

the better chance you have of drawing him into the open.

You and me... we keep beating around the bush about this little girl.

Can't do it, Bob.

Hi, there. How are you?

Hi, there. How are you?

Fine. How are you?

Good. Good.

Come on in. We have wine and cheese if you'd like.

Please feel free to look around.

I was hoping you might, you know, give me the tour.

Oh, certainly. By all means. Why don't we start with the upstairs?

Can I ask you first... this house has an alarm system, doesn't it?

A very sophisticated system. The very best.

You see that motion detector? Those are installed in every room in the house.

If you have valuable artwork or anything,

the system uses a wireless link to a private home security company.

- Can you demonstrate it for me? - Sure. If I can remember how!

(screaming)

(police radio) This is Two-Union-Six. ETA five minutes.

State-of-the-alt alarm. The son of a bitch walked past it.

- How? - I don't know.

It wasn't even set off this time. My guys tripped it when they got the 911 call.

- You got a 911 call? - Yeah. Report of a break-in.

- You hear it? - No, not yet. Why?

Chances are you got a recording of the killer's voice.

You might want to run the keypad for prints.

Yeah. Hold on a second.

You think he knew the alarm code?

Unless the system wasn't activated.

The woman died with the panic switch in her hand. He shot her with a 12-gauge, Frank.

It could have been staged, Bletch. Probably was.

So he kills her, then he calls 911.

Victim's divorced. There's no children living at home.

We have a whole new pattern here, Frank.

- Did you find the murder weapon? - No, not yet.

He takes chances, but everything's considered. As if scripted, planned.

What to leave, what to take, what he wants us to see.

What he wants others to see. He's leaving a record of the events.

Videos, 911 calls, witnesses.

What are you making there, Patricia? What is that?

I don't know what that is.

Are these children here?

Are they your friends?

I bet your friends will be so happy when they see you.

I want my mommy and my daddy.

- My baby! - Oh, God! Please let her go!

- My baby! - Please let her go!

MY baby!

(screams)

(phone rings)

- Hello. - Frank, it's Bob.

Just got off the phone with one of our bunco guys.

- That video camera that was stolen. - Yeah?

Turned up in a pawn shop in Bellingham.

We've got the owner working with our identikit artist.

- I may be able to help you. - What do you mean?

I just pulled something off the video tape.

The Millennium Group has someone who can clean it up for us. We may have a portrait.

- A face? - Yeah.

You still adamant about not showing anything to the girl?

- Frank? - I'm considering it, Bob.

Hi, Ben.

- Daddy's home! - Pumpkin pie, how are you?

- How was your day? - Good.

- You wanna tell me about it? - Sure.

First, we're gonna go and take a bath and get those little piggies all cleaned up.

How did those little piggies get so dirty?

At school.

- I'll be up in a little bit. - OK.

- Hi. - Hi. I've got something to show you.

- Jordan's? - No, they're Patricia's.

I spent most of the morning with her.

- Did you talk to her about these? - As much as I could.

She started asking about her parents. I think they're significant, though.

They are. We found that the man we're looking for left a red X just like these

at the second crime scene.

- How would Patricia know? - I don't know.

Maybe it was something he was wearing.

We've made some progress too.

It's a picture to work with. An image to work from.

- You want my permission. - I do.

I don't think they're going to be as courteous.

I can't stop them, but my feelings are the same.

- What if you showed it to her? - What is she gonna say?

Maybe she knows him. Maybe it's a neighbour.

Someone the family comes into contact with.

I'll do it if you think it's the only way.

(scream)

No...

- That's what he wants. - What are you talking about?

That's what he's wanted all along - for us to use the child.

It's so clear from the clues - the video, the audio tape.

Bringing those to her would be an obvious tack. He wants her to relive it.

Probably something he's relived all his life.

- Bletcher. - Bob, it's me. I want to talk to you.

I don't want anybody going to see the girl. Can I have your promise?

- Why, Frank? She's the key. - Yeah, I know she's the key.

Just not the way we thought.

- What have you got? - Shotgun dumped in the garbage. 12-gauge.

Specks of blood on the stock and barrel.

- Who found it? - Group of schoolkids over there.

It was called in by that crossing guard.

Excuse me, sir. Can I speak with you?

Yes, of course. Right after I help the kids to safety.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Talk to me! - Go! Go! Go! Nothing here either.

Place is deserted.

Let's get the tech guys in here. Turn this place inside out.

I want all these video cassettes packed off to my office ASAP.

- You think he's long gone? - Not the city.

He left us the shotgun to lead us to his apartment to prove we couldn't find him.

Damn. Two hours earlier, the officer who

took his report would have seen his picture.

- He's running now. - Where?

To gloat. To figure out his next move. To show us how clever he is.

I don't care how clever he is.

We put him in the paper, he won't be able to

cross the street without starting a parade.

You make him too famous and he's gonna disappear.

- Then what? - You've got five days till Saturday.

Five days to anticipate how he'll up the ante.

You think he's got the eggs to hit again?

He's teaching us a lesson about our pretensions to safety.

About how vulnerable we are.

And the guy's working as a crossing guard, for God's sake.

He wanted that little girl to relive his nightmares. How do you increase the stakes?

By making us all relive it.

I couldn't find you.

Sorry. I needed some air.

Share some air with me?

- You're pretty cheeky, aren't you? - That's me.

- You thinking? - Yeah.

Thinking about my parents, my grandparents.

40 or 50 years ago, they never locked their doors, day or night.

We seem to have accepted it so gracefully, so naturally.

The security systems.

We've allowed ourselves to become almost besieged by our own fear.

If you're not afraid, you're living in denial.

- The world's changed. - Yeah, I know.

Can't turn it back.

But we wonder, where are we headed from here?

Hi. Welcome to Ivy Meadows.

I'll give you one of our brochures. Shall we start in the kitchen?

Right this way. We have state-of-the-alt equipment in here...

Nothing, boss. Just lookie-loos.

Make yourself at home, pal. It could be a long day.

It'd be real easy, let me tell ya.

- Have any of the other houses checked in? - No.

Either he got a whiff of us or he beat it out of town.

I really don't think this is gonna happen, Frank.

- Entryway. White male. Tall. Glasses. - Our guy?

I can't tell for sure.

- Give him lots of space. - Don't crowd him.

- Yup. - Hello, sir. Welcome to Ivy Meadows.

- May I ask you a few questions? - Certainly.

- Is this the model unit? - Yes, it is.

But the contractor's family are living here.

Oh.

It hardly seems lived in at all.

If it is him, he's heading right to you.

Is this how you get to the garage?

Yes. Straight ahead, just adjacent to the washroom.

The owner's locked their cat in. I don't have a key. I'm sorry.

That's OK. I'd like to see the upstairs.

Right this way.

You'll love the upstairs. The master bedroom is to die for.

We've got twin sinks and a whirlpool bath, large walk-in closets in all the rooms...

- Olly olly oxen, he's going upstairs. - Let's go.

- Where's the guy that was with you? - He's using the bathroom.

- Check the bedrooms. All the closets. - He's gone.

- We're about finished. - Were you able to find a vehicle?

No. We didn't find a vehicle. He may have arrived on foot - the same way he left.

- Roger that. Are we able to reach you? - Yeah. I'll be on the radio.

- Good. Over. - Out.

- This guy booked it, Frank. - I don't think so.

We've been looking for five and a half hours, Frank. He's gone with the wind.

He's here. I just know it. Get the blue and whites outta here. Clear everybody out.

Then you and I go for a walk.

- Geibelhouse? - Yeah.

- Let everybody go home. - OK.

OK, let's go. Back to your cars. We're outta here. Wrap it up, guys.

(dog barks)

(whines)

Bletch.

- What is it? - The dog.

Want some candy, fella? Want some candy?

Hey. What's that all about, hey? That's a boy. Hey. Hey. Here you go.

OK.

(screaming)

(faint muffled moans)

(509 growls)

Frank!

- You OK, Frank? - Yeah.

(faint choking)

I guess one of us ought to call the paramedics.

You remember the number?

- Not offhand. - I'll call.

(PA) Paediatrics Nurse Turner to 395. Paediatrics Nurse Turner to 395.

Heard the little girl's going to a foster home.

Yeah.

Catherine checked it out. She's keeping progress, making sure.

Patricia's gonna get the care she needs.

Kids... They survive.

Yeah. The monstrous exceptions.

That guy we caught. His parents shipped him out.

Watched his aunt and uncle tortured by some farm hand.

Tragedy begets itself.

Till the circle's broken.

- Makes you wonder. - Killers aren't born, Bletch.

There's my daddy.

- A couple of angels. Where's Mommy? - She's still back over there.

It's OK. I'll put the kids in the car, Frank.

Go ahead.

Ladies?

- That's a nice teddy bear. - Thanks.

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