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I'm off.

I'm here.

All righty.

How's it going?

Okay. I want him to see the babysitter hasn't left yet.

That weird French guy's back.

With the portrait?

Yeah.

Hi, honey.

It's Mommy.

Is Cindy still there?

Okay, let me talk to her.

You got a private?

I'm on.

It's 200 bucks for 10 minutes.

Tell me what you want.

Do you like me?

Tell me what you want.

I want to see you dance on the blood -dimmed tide.

You like to watch my body.

But the ceremony of innocence is drowned.

I know you like it. Don't be shy.

Is this the second death?

The abominable and the fornicators.

This is the second death.

Tell me what you want.

You'll have your part in a lake. It's a great plague and maritime city.

You'll have your part in a lake which burns with fire and

brimstone.

I think someone's peeking.

I'm peeking, Mommy.

Okay, you tell me when, Jordan.

Okay,

Mommy, you can look now.

Oh, Frank, you had it painted.

So beautiful.

Our new yellow house.

Come here.

Brian?

Can you come here?

There's something up here.

so happy right now.

I think this move was the right thing.

I really do, Frank.

I do, too.

Feels like home.

Hello there.

Hi.

I'm Jack Meredith.

Guess we're gonna be neighbors.

Nice to meet you, Frank Black.

Hiya, Frank.

So, where are you folks from?

Well, we've been in Washington, D .C. for the past ten years.

But my wife and I are both from here in Seattle.

So, what brings you back here?

I want to come home and put some roots down.

Oh, well, that makes sense.

What kind of work do you do, Frank?

Well, I do some consulting.

Oh, good.

Can we invite you folks over for dinner this week? I see you have a little girl.

Thank you.

I'll talk to my wife. Good.

Say, say, Frank.

You couldn't have picked a nicer place to come back to.

Think I've just seen a ghost. Hey, Blatch.

Hey, what are you doing here, Frank?

We moved back to Seattle.

You and Catherine? Yeah. I missed the weather.

Hey, this is Frank Black.

Used to work homicide here.

Before he became a big star at the FBI.

You're the guy that caught the guy.

Serial murderer who ate his victims.

What's his name? Piggott. Leon Cole Piggott.

I was always curious. How'd he prepare them?

In a skillet with potatoes and onions.

Got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

That'll work.

How's it work?

Homicide rates at a record low, only 34 last year.

Congratulations. I'd like to take all the credit, but the truth is we've got

some damn fine paramedics.

How about this woman two days ago, the one with the little girl?

She was a stripper, worked a peep show.

Somebody obviously wanted more than a peep.

You're keeping the details from the press.

It was bloody and cruel.

How's the little girl?

She's in custody down at DSHS.

She witnessed the murder? No, she didn't.

Are you down here looking for work, Frank?

Sexual homicide, that's what I did for ten years, Bletch.

Yeah, and I hear it pushed you into early retirement.

Any chance you could take me down to see the body?

She went down fighting, I can tell you that.

Blunt trauma, anti -mortem impact abrasions on her upper torso.

She was a strong woman. Took some work to subdue her.

Mind you, her killer was no weakling either.

No mean task, let me tell you. What was the position of the body when they found

her?

She was on her back with her arms crossed over her chest.

You didn't find the murder weapon, but it was something he took from the crime

scene.

Carving knife was missing from a kitchen set.

She was clothed.

There was no evidence of sexual assault.

What else?

He cut off her fingers.

The man with the x -ray eyes.

What did hair and fiber turn up?

Maybe you should tell me.

Two head hairs from a black male.

How does he do that?

I don't know.

Lucky guesser.

Frank, you obviously didn't come down here to say hi.

What are you doing here?

I've seen this M .O. before. I know the patterns in the profile.

So what's the profile?

He'll kill again.

She was a working girl. A target.

That's not why he chose her.

Why did he choose her?

I don't know yet.

I'm working with a consulting group.

These guys have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. They could take a

look.

I've got three detectives assigned to this.

What do I tell them?

That the killer's going to be hard to catch.

They could use some luck or some help.

You caught me.

I was just thinking something nasty.

Just wanna talk.

Talk to me. Tell me what you want.

You knew her, didn't you?

This isn't an interrogation booth.

I'm not a cop.

I've already given my statement.

I might be able to figure out who killed her.

Yeah?

How? Tell me about her.

Calamity. She didn't hook.

She didn't do drugs.

She just stands for the money so she can raise a little girl.

There isn't much else to know.

Any fans, any freaks?

If you didn't notice, the clientele here isn't exactly the picture of moral

rectitude.

They'd applaud, but it takes both hands.

Can you think of any reason someone might have killed her?

A reason?

Men don't need reasons.

All they need is an excuse.

I'm sorry.

Thanks for your time.

There's a guy.

He... He holds up poetry to the window.

What does it say?

I don't know.

It's in French.

We call him the Frenchman.

He ever solicit anyone?

No. But he paid her for a private.

They have a camera here.

Don't tell him I told you.

Big dogs that look subtle -like.

I don't think so.

What about a basset hound?

There's too many big ears in this house already.

Now we know why Daddy's face looks like a boxer.

Hello?

Frank, it's Bob Budge. We found a body.

I think you might want to come take a look.

Yeah?

I think so.

Right. I'll be there.

It's all right, officer.

Thank you.

Looks like I called you all the way out here a little hastily. What is it?

A body.

Male. It was charged so badly we couldn't tell the sex.

Somebody set it on fire.

Either before or after it had been decapitated.

I can't tell yet.

Whoever killed him did it somewhere else, then brought him out here.

It looks like he parked up on top of the road and pushed him down the hill.

I suppose you're going to want to see the body.

No, that's okay.

It's the same killer.

What? They did it here. The victim was set afire here in the woods.

How far to the river?

Four miles.

That's where they came from.

Your associate was down in pathology looking at the body this morning. A guy

named Watts?

I haven't spoken to him yet.

A couple of my detectives did.

He told him he was part of something called the Millennium Group.

Yeah.

Is that who you're doing this consulting for?

Mm -hmm.

So who are they?

Just some guys who used to work in law enforcement.

FBI? Some of them.

My guys want to know why you're here, Frank.

I still don't know what to tell him.

I'm here because I have a wife and a kid, and I want them to live in a place

where they can feel safe.

How do you do it, Frank?

Lucky guesser.

I'm Peter Watts from the group. I would have faxed you, but I want to introduce

myself.

I heard you were down looking at the body. Did you find anything?

A few things slipped by.

One salient oversight.

Frank?

I'll be right in, Catherine.

There was severe blunt trauma to the body, so it was easy to miss. But inside

the victim's left thigh, I found a needle puncture. From what? A syringe?

There was no evidence of anything administered in the adipose and

tissue.

I know they think the killer's a black male.

I've already ruled that out.

The disseverance of the head and the fingers was done with skill, precision.

You know why.

The killer was covering his tracks.

The victim may have scratched or bitten him.

He may not have gone down there to kill her.

The kid's knife was convenient, but he knew what he was doing.

And with real sang -froid, judging by his tidy cleanup.

What does the group think?

That your instincts were right.

The killer's being compelled by an extraneous stressor. He's out of

Anything else?

That you're the right man for this.

All our resources will be available to you.

Who was that?

His name is Watts.

He had some information for me.

He sat out there for over an hour.

Could have come to the door.

I don't think you want to impose.

I can handle imposition, Frank.

What I can't handle is secrecy.

I don't keep secrets, Captain. I'll tell you anything you want.

I think you're protecting me, but you make it worse, Frank.

You can't shut the world out for me.

Can't ask me to pretend that I don't know what you do.

Everyone pretends. We all make believe.

These men I help catch make us.

We're raising a daughter, Frank.

The real world starts to seep in. You can't stop it.

I want you to make believe.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The dancers called him the Frenchman because he held poems up to the windows

written in French. I was able to enhance the picture and the audio of the

original.

I want to see you dance on the blood -drenched tide at the ceremony of

innocence and drought.

What does it mean?

It's from a poem called The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats.

Things fall apart, the center cannot hold, mere anarchy is loosed upon the

world. The blood -dimmed tine is loosed.

He's writing about the apocalypse.

This is the second death.

The second

death?

It's from the Bible.

That's from Revelations. Death and hell were cast into the lake of fire.

The abominable and the fornicators.

So what's he trying to say?

He's preaching. He's prophesying.

The end of the world? The great plague in the maritime city.

Pest.

The word written on the lid of the buried coffin.

It's from Nostradamus, the 16th century apocalyptic poet.

So you think the killer is fulfilling the prophecy?

The great plague in the Maritime City will not stop until death is avenged by

the blood of a just man. The great lady is outraged by the pretense.

Seattle, the Maritime City, aids the great plague.

Death avenged by a just man, taken and condemned for no crime.

So the killer thinks he's righteous, a just man.

Who's the great lady?

And why is she outraged? The killer is confused about his sexuality. He feels

guilt. Quite possibly from his mother.

So he goes to peep shows to try to feel something toward women. But all he feels

is anger.

Anger that fuels a psychosis that distorts and twists his view of reality.

Twisted to fit some screwy French poetry.

The killer doesn't see the world like everyone else.

How does he see it?

Differently.

Wait a second. You say this guy's angry at women.

That he cruised his boys but then killed this John Doe he found burned in the

forest.

How does that work? He's very confused.

Undoubtedly. His way of dealing with it is by fulfilling a prophecy.

I don't buy it.

It's a good story, but I gotta agree that evidence just doesn't support it.

hairs we pulled off the female victim came from a black male. There's only

one incident of a black male serial killer.

Statistically, it's improbable. So we just throw out the evidence?

Those hairs could have been planted or picked up before the murder.

We're not the FBI.

We got limited resources.

We go chasing after the wrong guy, we could end up with more victims.

I don't think we have time to wait for you.

No.

Tell me why I'm wrong.

Why should I listen to you?

You're in a hard spot, Bob. You've got a department to run. Tell me how you

know. Why are you so sure?

You see it, or something.

It's complicated, Bletch.

What do you see?

I see what the killer sees.

What, like a psychic?

No.

I put myself in his head.

I've become the thing we fear the most.

How? I become capability. I become the horror.

What we know we can become only in our heart of darkness.

It's my gift.

It's my curse.

That's why I retired.

What the hell are you doing, Frank?

Get out.

Leave it alone.

I try.

What brought you back?

Some of the time, but...

Have you seen Catherine or my daughter? I was just coming over to leave you. No,

she couldn't reach you. What happened? Look at your little girl. She had some

kind of seizure.

My daughter, Jordan Black, was brought in.

Jordan Black.

What happened?

I found her on the phone in the bathroom.

She passed out and hit her head. They're running tests.

Where is she?

Sleeping. They sedated her.

She's got a very high fever.

They're pretty sure it's just a very bad flu reaction They're calling in a

specialist Why isn't he here yet? He's on his way

What is it, Frank?

He's taking blood.

Copy.

I'm going to call this off, Frank.

We can come back during the light of day.

They could be dead by then.

Frank!

Frank!

Frank, you'll freeze to death!

Frank!

It's a good thing I already got a family.

They found two more coffins.

Both of them were empty.

He just gave us a description of the suspect.

White male, early 30s, wearing a ball cap.

He was taking blood from the victim.

I'll put it out on the air.

The killer's passing judgment.

He's probably testing the blood, carrying out his death sentences on the

afflicted.

Check in with any medical facility that handles blood.

We got the word out to the labs.

I gotta call Catherine.

Yeah, here.

18 years, Frank.

18 years. I don't think I've ever seen anything as terrifying as what I saw

tonight.

You ever see your kid lying on a bed in an emergency ward?

Made sense to me out there.

What it does to you.

Why you quit.

The cruelty.

The unspeakable crimes.

It all becomes numbing.

Depersonalized common.

What was it then?

I was on a serial case in Minnesota. The killer's name was Ed Coffman.

He would choose a neighborhood and he would go up to a door. If he found it

unlocked, he considered that an invitation to go in and kill anybody

He would take Polaroids of his victims, which he'd send to the police.

Took us months before we caught him.

He's serving triple life sentences.

And that was it?

A year later, I reach into my mailbox and I take out the mail and there's a

letter addressed to me. No return.

Inside are Polaroids of Catherine at the supermarket.

Catherine at the school.

Suddenly the psychic novocaine wore off.

The numbness became paralyzing fear.

Did you ever find who sent them?

No.

But I couldn't leave the house.

Why should I go to work when I can't even protect my own family?

My little girl was a miracle.

We weren't supposed to be able to conceive.

But you beat it.

How? I was approached by a group of men who helped me understand the nature of

my facility.

My gift.

This Millennium Group, huh?

They really believe all that stuff?

Nostradamus and Revelations?

The destruction of the world?

They believe we can't just sit back and hope for a happy ending.

Bob Ledger's office.

Bob? He just stepped out.

Can you give him some information for me? It's urgent.

I'll get a pen.

Shoot. Tell him we think we tracked down those blood samples he's looking for.

They were sent to a lab the Seattle PD uses downtown.

Where were they sent from?

I just did. They were sent through the same channel.

Into our office.

Excuse me. I'm looking for the pathologist.

Sorry. He's down here.

Who are you to condemn me?

They're the guilty.

I took responsibility.

You see them out there where Satan has them, right?

It's a great plague. They don't ask who takes responsibility.

This is prophecy.

The final judgment and victory. This is the way it ends.

But you know that.

You can see it just like I do. You know the end is coming. The thousand years is

over.

If you think you're the one to stop it.

You think it can be done?

I'm glad you're home. I'm going to be late for my interview.

What are you doing?

Where's Jordan?

She's up in her room. What are you doing, Frank?

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

I think someone's trying to peek.

What is it? What is it?

What is your puppy's name?

Oh, I know him so much.

I

think

you've already got a message. cleanup up there.

Right.

Wish me luck.

I made this.