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News radio KMZRaction weather report for Salt Lake.

The Wasatch Range, Provo Canyon...

The rain heavy at times with strong, gusty winds.

Temperature dropping into the low 40s, possibly freezing later tonight.

Stephanie, Heather, I'm home!

Girls?

Stephanie?

Heather!

...which proved the blood type was "B" positive.

So the next step will be...

to prove the suspect...

was there before the white truck left.

But without... without a...

a witness, that might be kind of hard...

- to prove. - Jesse.!

Come on down!

- You have to be out of here in seven minutes! - All right, Mom.

- You know, this is getting a bit much. - Yeah, I know.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

I know.

- F.B.I. - Hi, Ellen.

- Hello there. How ya doin'? - Good.

Good. Just a second. I'll get your dad for ya.

- It's Jesse. - Oh, thanks, Ellen.

- Hi. - Hi, Dad.

I found something really strange on my computer.

Jesse?

Aren't you supposed to be at Little League?

- Dad, I really think you should look at this. - I'll see it tonight.

Dad, I think you should see it sooner than that.

Okay, print it out. I'll come by the game.

- Dad. - Jesse.

Okay. Okay.

- Concentrate now, boy.! - Let's go.!

- All right, good swing.! - Strike two!

- Watch it.! Watch it.! - You can do it!

Come on, Dodgers!

Come on, Brian, you can do it.! Strike him out.!

Come on, Johnny.! Come on.! Come on.!

Dig it out, dig it out, dig it out, dig it out.!

Come on, Brian, strike him out.! Strike him out.!

Yeah! Whoo!

Yeah!

- All right! - Dad, we won!

- Dad. - Oh.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm sorry about that. - That's okay.

- Dad, you know the Provo Canyon massacre? - Yeah.

Provo Canyon. Yeah. Case was cleared five years ago.

I know, but there's a serial killer on the loose that you guys missed.

A serial killer? Well, where is he? Where is he?

- Dad, I'm being serious. - Well, excuse me.

Dad, you know how you told me when you investigate a crime...

you always ask the victim, "Around the time of the crime...

"- was there anything that you noticed that seemed strange?" - Yeah.

Well, five years ago, the Provo police asked the same question...

- to the mother of the kids who were killed at that cabin. - So?

So the Provo mom said that just before the murder...

she was coming home late at night on this spooky country road...

and she almost hit an old lady wearing a black dress...

picking something from the side of the road and putting it into a basket.

Five years later, the mother of the kids killed at Timberlake...

saw the same thing.

Now, I mean, that can't be a coincidence.

Well, you know you're supposed to call in. Yeah.

- Hey, we score yet? - Uh, I don't know.

Look, I gotta go.

Yeah, I'll call ya later.

- I promise. - Hey, come on.

I promise. Yeah. Bye.

I need a jet to Provo, Utah, right away.

Do you know how much it costs to send a jet from Cleveland, Ohio...

to Provo, Utah?

$9,287...

forty-two cents.

I can't authorize that.

Then get me someone who can.

Nice goin', Jesse.

Convicted murderer Bobby Martel...

scheduled to die at 6:00 this morning by lethal injection...

will be moved from his cell in maximum security...

Have you uncovered some new evidence in the Bobby Martel case?

I don't know.

- You read the file? - Yes.

What part you remember? What part do you think's important?

I remember the physical profile that summed him up...

as a subnormal, not quite retarded sociopath with a huge collection of kiddie porn.

I think it's important his boot prints were outside the kids' windows...

his fingerprints were on the glass and, uh...

one of his pubic hairs was found in the nine-year-old's mouth.

Oh, that seems like all you'd need to put him on death row...

and pull the switch.

Push the plunger, sir.

In Utah, you get to choose between the firing squad...

and lethal injection.

Martel didn't choose, so the warden chose for him.

Well, that was nice of him.

He was convicted by a jury of his peers and is sentenced to die.

But that doesn't necessarily mean he did it, sir.

- Who said that? - You did, sir.

State of Texas v. Robert Worthington, 1987.

Do you think this case is like that one?

I don't know. Everything seems to fit.

But my son came up with something that doesn't make sense.

- Your son? - Jesse. It's like your car.

It starts to make a weird noise, and even if that noise goes away...

it doesn't mean your car's not gonna break down because of it.

I know your reputation, Agent Broderick.

And I realize you've come a long way.

But I'm not gonna postpone this thing 10 minutes.

I've seen the physical evidence.

Come 6:00 a. M...

I'm gonna flush this piece of shit down the toilet.

Roxanne, would you excuse me for a minute?

- Sure. I'll be at the car, sir. - Yeah. Thank you.

- Hi, Dad. - Jesse, I didn't wake your mom, did I?

No, don't worry. I switched her ringer off.

Good. Okay, the physical evidence.

His footprints were by the window...

his fingerprints were on the glass, his pubic h...

- I know, Dad. - Oh, Jesus.

He was at the window. He might have even watched. But he wasn't in the house.

Yep, that's the key, and you saw it.

There were none of his muddy footprints in the house.

But don't say he wasn't in the house. Say he probably wasn't in the house.

- Someone like him wouldn't have taken off his boots. - Jesse.

You're right. He probably wasn't in the house.

- Okay, what about the pubic hair? - 742 cases since 1966.

Four were wrong.

Go to sleep, Jess.

- Okay, Dad. - I love you, Jesse.

I love you, Dad.

Roxanne? Who's the best forensic pathologist...

in Provo, Utah?

Dr. Mort Seger.

Well, get him on the phone. Let's wake him up.

They look the same to me.

Are they?

I'd have to say that given the technology available five years ago...

- they look pretty close. - Yeah, but are they?

There's only one way for me to make absolutely certain.

And I can't do that at 3:00 in the morning.

DNA comparison, right? Is there a bioimaging system in this hospital?

Yeah, I can scan the follicles.

But I can't get enough computer time to give you an answer before 6:00 a. m.

Maybe I can help you out.

- Sir, we have a priority one request for a DNA database. - Who's it from?

Special Agent Stephen Broderick, via his home computer in Cleveland, Ohio.

- He wants it routed to Provo, Utah. - Priority one?

- Yes, sir. - Give it to him.

This F.B.I. Database is amazing.

But you're still gonna have to give me an extra two hours at least.

Can't get an answer before 6:00?

I don't know. I'll try.

Listen. You hear the chantin'?

We're on the verge of a riot.

I'm not gonna postpone this thing two hours, not two minutes, not two seconds.

You got new evidence, you call the board of pardons.

- I'm not gonna do it. - Can I talk to him?

Yeah, you can talk to him.

A time to be born and a time to die...

a time to plant and a time to uproot...

a time to kill and a time to heal...

a time to pull down and a ti...

Mr. Martel.

My name is Stephen Broderick.

I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

I do not believe you committed this crime.

I do believe you know what the killer looks like.

- Will you tell me? - I saw God.

I saw God with the children.

A time to be born and a time to die...

You can watch if you want.

By the power vested in me by the state of Utah...

I now carry out this sentence mandated by law.

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it, Mama! Mama!

They all say that at the end.

- ... 216 from Moab is arriving at Gate C-17.

- Morris Air 216 from Moab is arriving at Gate C-17.

- Yeah? - You were right, Stephen.

- They don't match. - Yeah, I know.

The Utah Clean Air Act prohibits smoking in the terminals.

If you wish to smoke, please go to a designated smoking area.

Washington wants this one solved.

I just got off the phone with David Cotner, Utah State Attorney General.

He's a nice guy. Went to Harvard together.

He said they'd help us out any way they could.

He also said he'd appreciate anything we could do regarding the Bobby Martel incident.

"Incident. " That's a nice word for it.

- What are you implying? - I'm not implying anything.

You happen to ask your old buddy exactly what he meant by...

he would appreciate anything we could do for him?

No. I think it's pretty obvious.

See, Bobby Martel is... was a despicable human being.

My friend wants anything that can help him prove that Martel...

was at least an accessory to murder, which in Utah, is punishable by death.

It would, therefore, clean up a potentially sticky problem.

I see. Okay.

Bobby Martel left Parnell Service Center...

approximately 9:02 p. m.

He walked 2.7 miles, arrived at Provo cabin approximately 9:37 p. m.

He went to the children's bedroom window and looked in.

The youngest child was asleep in bed...

and aside from the night-light, the room was dark.

Bobby turned around, sat down in the grass, lit a cigarette...

pressed up against the cabin to get out of the rain.

He'd done this before.

He knew that the oldest child always turned on the light...

before she undressed to go to bed.

The killer entered the front door approximately 9:40 p. m.

Crept across the floor, entered the TV room...

grabbed the older child, clamped one hand around her mouth...

and stuck a hunting knife under her chin and pushed it up into her brain.

He then picked up her body, bound across the main room...

and threw the body through the door of the bedroom.

Sound of the door breaking open, the light suddenly coming into the room startled Bobby...

who, as I said, was outside the window.

He stood up, he turned around, he looked in...

as the younger child sat up in bed and started to scream.

The killer leapt across the room and tackled her.

Now, he didn't want to kill her. He wanted her alive.

But her head snapped back and hit the edge of the shelf behind the bed...

fracturing her skull and killing her at approximately...

9:44 p. m.

The killer tried to shake her awake.

When he realized she was dead, he went into a rage.

He grabbed the older child, sodomized her orally...

penetrated her vaginally and anally.

Bobby, watching from outside the window...

unzipped his fly and began to masturbate.

The killer finished, picked up the younger child's body, ran out of the house.

Bobby finished, sat down in the grass...

and lit another cigarette.

So you can tell your Harvard buddy that he can posthumously charge Bobby with...

Four... four violations...

but none of them, none of them are punishable by death.

I also suggest that you tell your old Harvard buddy...

to check out Federal Statute...

7232 B-12.

Obstruction of justice. You tell him to check that one out...

before he asks us for too many more favors.

Bobby Martel was wearing boots.

Muddy timberline boots.

The killer was wearing sandals...

smooth-soled leather sandals.

Your buddy should have noticed that.

Not one of the 712 prints the killer left behind were made...

by Bobby's boots.

Some of these footprints were made with boots.

Whoa, that's brilliant! That's right. Lots of'em were.

They were all made by Denton Outdoorsman, standard issue...

of the Utah Highway Patrol.

Thanks for letting me come along, Dad.

Eh, you found the link.

You're the one that started all this.

You deserve to come along.

Is this the bend in the road?

Yep. This is the bend in the road.

Sage.

Sage.

I don't know if you should come in here, Jess.

You might find it pretty upsetting.

Dad, I've read the file. I've seen the photos.

I can handle it.

Oh, yeah? You can?

Yeah.

Okay.

He pinned her down and opened her chest with a nine-inch hunting knife.

He reached inside and snapped off one of her ribs.

He took it with him.

The file's the file, Jess. This is the real thing.

Never be ashamed of feeling how sad and awful something like this really is.

And never lose the feeling you have right now.

That's why it's so important we find out who really did this.

I think maybe you better wait outside, okay?

- Okay. Okay, Dad. - Okay.

Gather the bones of the innocents.! Sprinkle them with sage.!

Blow unto them the winds of the storm!

Jesus, Jesse, you scared the shit outta me. You're supposed to be outside.

Where'd you come up with that?

I was thinking about what Bobby Martel said about seeing God.

The killer was dressed like God.

Yeah, well, that happens.

The Son of Sam thought that God was talking to him, only through a dog.

The voices sounded like Scripture.

- What do you got there? - My Dataman.

What do ya mean, like a Walkman?

Yeah, it's like a Walkman, except it's a computer.

It stores things, like encyclopedias, dictionaries, the Bible.

Innocents, sacrifice.

Bring to life.

What's it say?

"Oh, ye dry bones, ye innocent bones...

"hear the word of the Lord.

"I shall bring flesh upon you...

"and cover you with skin...

"and put breath in you and ye shall live again...

and ye shall know that I am the Lord."

I caught him again.

Leave him to me.

Start reading.

Take it out. Touch it!

Can I help you with something?

I shall gather the species two by two.

- Excuse me? - And with thee will I establish my covenant.

- Jesse? - Yeah?

- Where are you? - I'm downstairs.

- Here. - What's up?

Okay, I programmed my computer...

- to look over new crime reports for 25 things. - Yeah?

And to print it out if it found one with more than seven.

Last night, this guy was killed in Utah.

- The crime report hit on nine key points. - Well, is this it?

- Yeah, here. - Let me see.

Well, this is interesting. Hey, you think...

that you could have this go back like five years, ask it the same question?

I'd do it myself, but you'd be a lot faster.

What's the backpack for?

There's an 8:30 flight to Salt Lake City. We have to leave right away.

Look, I mean, we'll get back Sunday afternoon...

and there's nothing I have to do and I'll bring my homework and do it on the plane.

Oh, I don't know.

Go ask your mom.

Okay.

And, hey, knock this time.

Okay.

Mom, Mom, can I come in?

W- W-Wait a minute, Jesse.

Oh, shit.!

So what'd she say?

Well, she said there'd still be plenty of crimes to solve when I get older...

and I shouldn't be in such a hurry to grow up.

Yeah, well, she's right. I agree with her.

You know, I really resent continuously being cast...

in the role of the bad guy in these situations.

That's not true. Dad said he agreed with you.

- He did? - Yeah.

Oh, Jesse.

We don't wanna make you unhappy.

We just want you to enjoy your life.

These days go by so quickly and when they're gone...

they're gone forever.

We just don't want ya to grow up too soon.

But I don't wanna grow up too soon. I just wanna go to Utah with Dad.

Did you pack your toothbrush?

- No. - Well, go get it.

Thanks, Mom.

- Jess? - Yeah, Dad?

I think maybe you'd better stay outside with Roxanne, okay?

Okay, Dad.

- Come on. Let's check it out. - Okay.

That's really scary.

What's scary, Jesse?

Well, the killer wasn't running when he came outta the store.

See, if you run, your footprints are deeper in the toe than in the heel.

But these are level. He wasn't even worried.

And if I killed someone... I mean, I'd never kill someone...

but if I did, I'd be really scared and I'd run away.

- That's pretty good, Jess. - That's pretty scary.

Oh, geez. The killer walked out of here.

Okay, Jesse, what'd we learn?

The killer's six feet two inches tall, straggly...

Provo Canyon, Timberlake, Lou's General Store.

- Good. - Based on the sage he crushed at Timberlake...

Quantico estimated he weighs 205 pounds.

He's right-handed... wounds inflicted...

Provo Canyon, Timberlake, Lou's.

He's never been arrested. I did a fingerprint search...

through the F.B.I. Computer at Quantico.

He's blood type "B"... saliva and wounds, Provo Canyon autopsy.

He's very strong... Lou's General Store.

And he hasn't been to a dentist in a long time...

- bite marks, Timberlake autopsy. - That's great.

- All right. What did we learn from Lou's parking lot? - Lou's parking lot.

- Yeah. - He drives a VWvan that's a '67 at the latest.

Its tires are worn, and it pulls to the right.

Its oil needs to be changed, and he still has the same pair of sandals...

- he had five years ago. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - How do we know it's not a '68?

From the outline the muffler made in the mud as it cooled off under the van.

There's no catalytic converter.

Keys! Gimme your keys! Shit!

Mom!

- Jesse, hi! - Mom!

- What is it? - I'm sorry, Stephen. We've got another situation in Utah.

We've got a jet standing by to take you back.

- Can I... - No, you can't.

Sorry. I love you.

- You mind your mom, now. - I will.

Why is it I feel like I am on another planet out here?

You are, sir.

- Uh-oh. - You want to avoid them?

Nah, we're gonna need them.

Is this kidnapping connected to the Timberlake horror or the Provo Canyon cabin massacre?

What about Bobby Martel? Is the Utah State Attorney's office trying to cover something up?

Do you think Kristi Collins is still alive?

Whoa, whoa. There does seem to be a connection...

between the murders at, uh, Timberlake and Provo Canyon.

It's too early to tell if there's any connection with Kristi Colline's kidnapping.

We're hopeful she's alive.

If we have any new information, we'll share it with you.

In the meantime, if any of your viewers have any information...

about any of these cases, we would very much appreciate hearing from them.

- Thank you very much. - What about Bobby Martel?

Unit 214...

check out a report of bad smells and screaming children...

at 2994 South 9000 West.

- 10-4. - Olmon?

Yes, ma'am?

This one didn't come in on 911.

Someone actually bothered to look up our number. Watch yourself.

Magna three, check out a...

Open up! Police!

Put the pot down and step away from the child.

Yours is a sinful nation!

Come over to me, honey. No one's gonna hurt you.

Come here!

You're the seed of evil.

Magna dispatch, this is 214. I need emergency service backup now.

214, that's a copy.

Children of the corruptor!

It's gonna be all right.

No one's ever gonna hurt you again.

- Don't talk to Satan. - Shut the fuck up.

Let's go, go, go! Come on!

I'm with ya! I'm right behind ya!

Come on, move it, move it!

Get the nets. Here. Take her.

What's going down in there?

What's going down?

It's okay. I'll take care of you. I promise.

Don't move! Don't move! Shut up!

Thirteen...

ritualistic use of sage.

Fourteen, stormy nights.

Fifteen, crimes committed...

within 300 miles of Salt Lake City.

Turn down the radio!

Jesse!

Jesse.!

- Yes, Mom? - Time to go to bed, honey.

Okay, Mom.

Sixteen, crimes involving animals.

- All right, this is him! - Here he comes!

Special Agent Broderick?

- Call me Stephen. - It was the robe, sir.

When I first came in the house, sir, I thought the two adults were women.

In low light, it looked like they were wearing dresses.

And then I remembered a biblical robe from a case sheet you sent around.

Glad somebody actually reads those things.

- You mind if I tag along? - Nah. What's your name?

Ben Olmon, sir.

Well, Ben, might take a while.

It's like reading a book.

If you don't start at the beginning and continue straight through to the end...

you can miss the sense of the story.

A lot of people can't wait.

At some point, they skip to the end.

But I try not to do that.

Hello.

That's what she was cooking when I came in.

She was waving a pot of it back and forth.

- You know what it is? - Yeah. Sage.

Like what grows along the side of the road...

that borders Timberlake.

Like the stuff that grows near Provo Canyon cabin.

Weeds...

the old woman was pickin' alone at night...

in the rain.

- Yeah? - Hi, Dad.

Jesse, where are you?

- I'm at school. It's lunchtime. - Hey, blood.

- Oh, hi. - I came up with some interesting stuff.

I'm just about to bring the department up to date.

I'll call ya tonight and go over it with ya.

Dad, will you patch your talk into my phone answering machine...

so I could listen to it before you call?

You promise you're gonna stay in school?

You're not gonna run home and listen to it now.

Promise?

I promise I'll stay in school. Do you know how to patch it?

- Yeah, of course, I do. - In case you forgot how to do it directly...

just dial my phone answering system number and put the receiver near the speaker.

- Do you remember the number? - Jesse.

Okay, love ya, Dad. Talk to ya tonight.

Sorry.

Okay. The most important thing we can do...

when investigating a crime is to make sure we keep separate...

what we know from what we think we know.

We know that the killer was picking weeds.

We know that similar weeds showed up at 2994 South 9000 West.

But we don't know for sure that there's a connection between these two facts.

There may be, but at this point that's speculation...

and it's very important that we don't forget that.

Yeah.

Good morning, Salt Lake.

For another anguished mother, there is still no word.

These are the latest videos that I have of Kristi.

I really miss her.

Please let her go.

If... If anyone...

has any information at all, please help us...

by calling 555-8477.

- Hi. - Thank you.

Elsewhere in the news, we have...

- Morning, sir. - Morning, Roxanne.

These are the overnights. I thought there were 10 tips worth mentioning.

- Uh-huh. - Plus I have the latest on the Moabs.

Were the couple from 2994 talkin'?

No, and their lawyer's screaming about trampling...

on religious freedom of expression.

Oh, yeah? Religious freedom of expression...

gives you the right to kidnap, starve and beat kids to death, huh?

I don't think so.

You think the couple at 2994 had anything to do with the murders or Kristi Collins?

Nah, not directly.

But I do think the Moab sect is the key.

If we go through it bit by bit, we're gonna find the killer.

Do you want to check out any of the tips?

Which ones do you like?

I like the librarian who called about the mountain man wearing sandals.

Yesterday afternoon about 3:30...

a large man, who sort of looked like the drawing you put in the newspaper, came in.

Now, he's been in before, but what I noticed this time...

was that he was wearing an old pair of sandals.

And I remember sandals from the TV news broadcast.

They said you thought that the, um...

killer might sometimes wear sandals.

Where did he go after you saw him?

He walked back into the stacks, I guess, to look at the books.

Thank you very much. Will you excuse us for a minute?

Thanks.

Roxanne, check in with the locals.

Make sure they got our A.P.B. On the VW van.

Make sure it's not in the vicinity.

Then go back and get as complete a description from her as you possibly can.

- Everything. Everything, everything. - Right.

It is better for him that a metal cross be hanged about his neck...

and he be cast into the sea.

And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off.

And if thine eye offend thee, then pluck it out.

- It is better to... - Holy shit! Hey, come on, come on. Take it.

Things must be pretty bad when folks like you wanna rob...

- people like me. - Stephen Broderick, F.B.I.

I just wanna ask you some questions.

I... didn't do it.

That's where he sat, looking at that big old art book.

He sat in the same place every time.

He looked at the book, he scribbled on his pad.

- When do you wipe down the tables, Sawcheck? - Every night...

- after the library closes. - Oh, yeah?

You wipe 'em down last night?

No.

Which one of the stacks do you want us to check out, sir?

Follow me.

Science fiction, science fiction.

Scien... Art.

Yeah.

That's what he was looking at.

I saw it when I walked by with my broom.

Wow.

How did you do that?

Dewey decimal numbers. He put the book back out of order.

Flatbush Avenue Public Library.

Wow.

The prints match.

Hello. Lab at Quantico.

Yes, hello. This is Lemar, Salt Lake City.

I just found another book the killer looked at. Why didn't you let me know?

That's what the reports do. They tell you what we found out.

No, I don't...

Oh. You're right. Sorry.

Do you have this book Motherless Child?

No. We got the plastic dust jacket.

We gave the book back to the library.

Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Here's the key. - Uh, thanks. I appreciate it.

- Uh, you want me to stay with you? - No.

I'm just going to look at a book. I'll be fine.

I'll lock up and leave the key under the door.

- You sure? - Yeah. Thanks again.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

"Pair of giraffes...

disappears from Salt Lake City Zoo"?

Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah? - Stephen.

I found another book the killer looked at. It's, um, really strange...

and I also think maybe, um...

Uh, I do... You know, I don't know what to think. I just think maybe...

Come on over. I'll brew up some coffee.

Okay. Bye.

It is weird stuff.

Oh. Jesus.

Oh, yeah.

Look at this.

Do you think it's meaningful?

Yeah. The killer relates to it. It's meaningful.

Why do you think the killer and the Moabs use sage?

Well...

back in the '30s, a woman named Sarah Proctor...

ran a religious settlement called the House of Truth.

She believed that God himself was gonna visit her personally and raise the dead.

So when her followers died, she didn't bury them.

She put them around a large table so they'd be ready for the second coming.

She planted a lot of sage to mask the smell.

I think the killer probably uses it for the same reason.

Do you know your phone is off the hook?

Oh, thanks.

- Yeah? - Stephen, we found the Moabs.

Their leader, Robert Vale, once owned...

- a 1963 VW van. - We're outta here.

Good morning. Do I smell coffee?

Hi, Mom. I made you breakfast.

What a nice surprise.

- Wow. - Can I go to Cedar Point this weekend...

with Richard and his parents?

I'll bring my homework. I promise.

Jess.

Yeah. Okay.

You can go.

Thanks.

Cleveland Metro buses are available on the lower levels every half hour...

Yes!

This way, please.

Turn around.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Ladies and gentlemen, Morris Air Flight 213...

is now ready for boarding.

If you are a family with small children or need extra time...

- Hi. - Hi.

- Where's the rest of your group? - Um, they're over there.

- Okay. - Thanks.

- Want another cup of coffee? - Oh, no, thanks.

I think she likes you, sir.

I'm married, Roxanne.

So is she.

I don't think we're going to find the killer with Vale.

Oh, yeah? Why not? The van seems to connect them.

You're right. But it doesn't make any sense.

When Vale was one of the Moabs, that was in a completely different life.

When he left the Moabs, he became a supremacist, neo-Nazi type.

Granted those guys are kooks, but they don't kill children.

They keep them out of school, they teach six-year-olds how to shoot M16s.

But they don't kill them.

They need them for the final battle, whenever that is.

Here we go.

Would you like a bulletproof vest, sir?

Yeah, give me something in a 40 long.

Thank you, Roxanne.

I'm sorry. Special Agent Stephen Broderick isn't in his room.

Would you like to leave a message?

No, thanks.

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You know, Roxanne...

this country is really beautiful.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, my God.

Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be down here.

You're not Jonathan Bates.

You're Tom Grodine.

What are you doin' here? Who are you?

I'm Jesse. My father's Stephen Broderick, Special Agent, F.B.I.

You used to run a bank in lowa.

One day you took out a lot of money and left.

You never even stopped to say good-bye to your kids.

- My friend's father left him. That was really sad. - H-How did you know?

You got the name Jonathan Bates...

off the part of the newspaper that tells you who died.

On your zoo applications you said you graduated from Davis School in Denver.

There isn't a Davis School in Denver.

There is one in Sioux City.

I figured the rest out with my computer.

I started with your blood type. You can't change that.

- Are you gonna turn me in? - That's not why I'm here.

Four years ago, a pair of giraffes was taken from this zoo.

- I-I didn't do that. - I know, but you do know who did.

You were at a bar when the animals were taken...

but the police still thought you were holding something back.

They didn't realize you were probably afraid...

they might find out who you really were.

- I've got your wife on the MAGN Aphone, sir. - Line secure?

- Don't worry, it's scrambled. - Thank you, Roxanne.

- Hello? - Susan?

- Hi! - I wanted to talk to you before you heard it on the news...

and started worrying.

The guys we're going to check out blew up a jeep...

- and killed two sheriff's deputies. - Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

- They got a S.W.A.T. Team. They're goin' in. - Are you going with them?

- No, of course not. - Stephen...

- I promise. - Were the deputies young?

Yeah. Yeah, one of them had two kids.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah. So, how's Jesse?

Oh, he's fine. He went off to spend the weekend with Richard.

That's great. That's great.

- Look, uh, I'll talk to you soon. - Yeah, um, Stephen...

I'll be careful. I promise.

I can't wait to be with you. Uh, I gotta go.

- We're ready to fly, sir. - Let's go.

Uh, sir, it may get very dangerous up there.

You might wanna stay down here until we secure the area.

- You've had a lot of training, haven't you, son? - Yes, sir.

- Small arms, assault weapons, martial arts. - Yes, sir.

- How much martial arts? - Fifteen years, sir.

Hold out your hand, palm up.

Don't move till I do. When I do, you grab the quarter.

- Heh. - When I first joined the Bureau...

I was with the hostage rescue team for three years.

Before that, when I was a kid younger than you...

I did two tours with Air Cav Recon in Vietnam.

You really think this is gonna be tougher than all that?

- Let's go, Roxanne. Rock 'n' roll. - Let's go.! Get 'em up.!

- This was his locker. - What was his name?

Mordecai. Mordecai Booth.

Open it.

Robert! This is the F.B.I.!

You are completely surrounded.!

Now nobody's going to hurt you, Robert.

But you have to come out! You ar...

What the fuck are you doin'?

- University Park Hotel. - Hi. Special Agent Stephen Broderick, please.

I'm sorry, he's still not back yet.

- Would you care to leave a message? - No, thanks.

"The only sustenance...

"ye shall eat...

"as ye walk through...

"the valley of the gods...

"past the nuns...

"beyond the priests...

"shall be the bitter herb of Gomorrah.

"If ye are worthy...

ye shall enter the castle."

The bait was good! Didn't see it.

She was your messenger. Didn't see it.

Oh, God, help me to see it.

- Hello, this is Jesse. - Hello, Jesse.

Mordecai Booth. Employee, Salt Lake City Zoo, 1986.

Do you have address for?

Mordecai Booth, P.O. Box 211...

Moab, Utah.

Um, near Moab. Valley of the Gods?

Zion National Park.

Um, nuns, priests, castle.

Castle Valley National Park.

Nuns and Priests Monument, Castle Rock.

Um, caves, mines near Castle Rock.

Uranium mine directly under Castle Rock.

Closed by the Bureau of Land Management, September 1953.

Latitude, longitude coordinates for Castle Rock.

North, 3-8-3-9-0-8.

West, 1-0-9-2-4.

Whoo!

He was flyin'! Wow.!

- I gotta try it.! - No way.!

- Yeah? Dad, can... ou hear... e?

Jesse? Jesse?

I can't hear you, Dad! I'm here, Dad!

Jesse, I can't hear you. Where are you?

I've found him! North, 38, 39, 08.

Jesse? J-Jesse!

- Dad! Dad! - Jesse! Jesse!

Please punch in access code now.

J...

Aw, fuck!

F.B.I., Washington.

This is Special Agent Stephen Broderick, 432917.

I need the access code to my home computer.

I can't give that to you, sir. This is not a secure phone line.

- Give me Mark Denton. - He's not here.

Find him, page him, beep him, get him on the phone now!

Yes, sir. Hold on.

Stephen, Mark Denton. What's up?

I need the access number to my home computer.

I don't have that number. Only you and Jesse know it.

Can you access Jesse's computer from there?

- That I can do. - Do it and let me talk to him.

If I let you do that over an unsecured line...

we're open to a possible security breach.

Mark, Jesse's in trouble, real trouble. I need to talk to that computer.

All right. Hook him up, Barnes.

Please punch in access code now.

Switch to voice recognition.

Voice recognition activated.

- Hi, this is Stephen. - Hi, Stephen.

I need to know the last thing you and Jesse were talking about.

I need to verify your identity, Stephen.

What was Jesse's last year Little League batting average?

- Oh, Jesus Christ! - Just kidding. Just kidding.

What did you give Jesse for Christmas?

Uh, a fishing... a fishing rod.

Did you take him fishing?

No, no, no. Not yet.

I told Jesse post office address of former employee Salt Lake City Zoo...

and latitude/longitude coordinates of abandoned uranium mine.

What was the name and what coordinates?

Mordecai Booth. North, 38, 39, 08...

west, 1, 09, 21, 14.

- Where'd he call you from? - Pay phone, Salt Lake City train station...

- 7:38 Mountain Standard Time, this morning. - Stephen! What's going on?

J- Jesse's in Utah, Susan. He came on his own. I'm gonna get him.

- Is he all right? - I don't know. I think so.

I gotta go. I'll call you when I find him.

Oh, my God.

All right. Now, look, this is where I'll be.

- If you don't hear from me in two hours, come for me. - Don't you want backup?

Everybody's too wired. You saw what happened yesterday.

My son's out there. I don't want him shot by some amped-up cop.

I can't do that. I have to follow procedure.

I can't let you go out by yourself.

This is my son, Roxanne. Please.

- There are maps in the glove compartment. - Thank you.

- Lemar here. - Where's Stephen?

He's, um, uh...

He went to go find his son, sir.

- Why aren't you with him? - He asked me not to come, sir.

Let me explain. Yesterday a group of local law enforcement personnel...

Yes, I know all about that. Listen to me, Lemar.

Go to the airport, Air National Guard, hangar number seven.

A special team of F.B.I. Agents will be there.

They won't make the same mistake.

Now, Lemar, get it done.

Right, sir.

Kristi, you're alive!

- Come to me! - No!

I will feed thy flesh to the fowls of the air...

and I will give thy bones...

to the beasts of the field!

The prophecy has come true.

One male, one female.

The prophecy will continue on!

I have built an ark of gopher wood!

I have... I have brought two...

of every living thing!

I have brought my family!

I have brought the righteous of this generation.

Fowl, cattle.

I have brought giraffes!

What else do you want from me?

How can I please you?

Don't torture me anymore!

I am ready.

Let...

the rains...

fall down.

If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out.

If thy hand offend thee...

cut it off!

Dad!

- Jesse! Jesse, are you all right? - I'm okay, Dad!

I'm okay! Aah! Dad, look out!

Dad!

Oh, God, Dad.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

Dad! Kristi! Kristi, help me!

Ohh! Uhh!

You've gotta jump.!

You've gotta jump!

Make... me an ark...

of gopher... wood.!

We're coming around for you, Stephen.!

Who's buried there?

- What, over there? - Yeah.

- Bobby Martel. - Bobby Martel?

- Yeah. - How did he get there?

I put him there, Jesse.

I paid for the plot.

I figured when we come by to see Grandpa...

- we can look in on him too. - But...

Bobby Martel?

You know, when the state of Utah stuck a needle in his arm and killed him...

he became as much a victim as anyone in this case.

- He was innocent, Jesse. - Yeah, but...

didn't anyone claim him?

I mean, they'd sure have a major, big-time lawsuit against Utah.

141 people tried to claim him.

They all turned out to be phonies.

Bobby Martel was an orphan.

He grew up as a ward of the state.

"State. " And that means me, you, everybody.

When he was 18 years old, we sent him out to seek his fortune.

Four years later, we killed him.

We can't let things like that happen, Jesse.

When Grandpa died, I saw how sad you were...

and I felt scared because someday all of us die.

- I don't want you to die, Dad. - I'm not gonna die for a long time, Jess.

Why do people have to grow old? Why do they have to die?

Remember how I taught you after a shower...

- to shake the water off your head like a dog? - Yeah.

Grandpa taught me that, and someday you'll teach your kid that.

That part of Grandpa and me and you will never die.

Bodies are made out of chemicals.

When they die, they go back into the earth.

Like your goldfish turned into the soil...

that turned into the apple you ate from our apple tree.

The good things go on forever.

That's why I'm so happy you turned out to be such a good kid.

That's why Grandpa and me are so proud of you.

Do you think Grandpa really knows I turned out okay?

Oh, yeah. He knows.