All language subtitles for More.Mercy.2003.English.DVDRip.Retail

Oh, yes. Look at that. Yes!

There you go.

Nice!

Oh, my God!

Oh, yeah!
Bring it over here, honey.

Shake your moneymaker.

Show me what Mommy gave you.

Come on, take it off. Come on.

Here she comes.

Thank you so much, gentlemen.

Melinda!

Nice!

- Bunch of losers.
- As long as they have money.

Are you kidding? It sucks tonight.

Don't tell me that.
I've got rent, my cell phone bill, nails.

- I hope my sugar daddy comes in.
- Me too.

- What have you got?
- It's him. He's out there again.

- What are you talking about?
- That weird guy.

- He said he'd spank me to death?
- The "ass man" is back!

Fucking psycho.
You should call the cops.

They don't give a shit.
Our customers are cops.

- How do you know it's him?
- This.

He gave you a tip.

- That's not funny.
- Sorry. Don't worry.

Tell me who he is
and we'll have his ass thrown out.

He's gone. He was sitting in that chair.

Good. You know what?

Here's my cell phone.
I would report it.

Don't worry.
I've got to do my show.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Shayla!

Shake it.

We should make a move.
This guy is going to uncork.

- The cops will be here soon.
- This guy is sick.

He will kill somebody.
I'm going in.

Sandra, don't.

Don't move! I will shoot. Freeze!

- Next time, shoot.
- Next time?

Your procedure this morning
was in violation of this resort's policy.

We dealt with an unstable man.
It was a judgement call.

It almost got you killed.

I'll take the blame.
I made the decision.

I don't care who did it. This is a warning.

Follow procedure
and wait for the police,

no matter how we feel about that.

The 12,000 guests in this hotel
want to have a good time.

Shoot-outs aren't in the package.

Housekeeping.

Hello? Housekeeping.

Hola.

Señorita.

You're here early.
What's the matter, having a tough one?

- You have no idea.
- The usual?

Make mine a double.

Stephens sits on his ass
pushing papers around.

How dare he talk to us
about police procedure.

He needs to get out in the field.

- There you go.
- Thanks, Kev. Stay close.

Can you believe
what that bastard said?

Like we had time for backup.

What are we supposed to do?

When I see a half-naked guy wandering
around a hotel, wielding a knife,

I don't figure he's going
to a damn luau.

Omihi Lounge. Yes, Stephens.

No, haven't seen them.

I don't cover for anybody, you know that.

Maybe their cell phones are off.

What?

All right. When I see them,
I'll tell them right away.

- Guess who?
- Colonel Klink.

Jawohl!

Looks like the whiny bastard
wants you up to Room 509.

The maid found a dead body.

- I'll hold these for you.
- No way.

- Let's get out of here.
- I'll have two more waiting for you.

Tell me where?

Atrás, en el baño.

Let's go.

Jeez. What a waste.

She's been dead
for about four or five hours.

- I'll call Stephens. Talk to the maid.
- Right.

- You look like you could use this.
- Gracias.

- So you didn't see anything at all?
- No, nadie.

- Did you touch anything?
- No.

El teléfono, when I tried to call.

Just try to stay calm.
You can't mention this to anyone, got it?

- Stephens wants to see us.
- Has he called the cops yet?

- No, he thinks it's bad for business.
- You've got to be kidding me.

What do we do with the body?

Have the busboys
put it in the food locker.

Let's go.

The victim's name is Julie Tam.
19-years-old.

Caucasian, ligature marks
around the neck, feet and hands.

No other signs of violence
or struggle though.

We won't have a definite cause of death
until the autopsy.

- Sounds like the one last year.
- Pretty much.

- What have you got?
- It's him. He's out there again.

- Call the cops.
- They don't give a shit.

What do you have?

She's here for the surfing championship,
like the other victim,

and she was a model
for Watergirl Magazine.

I want you to keep quiet
until I decide what to do.

And I mean not a word.

- Are we on speaker phone?
- Yes, Mr Carlson.

We have a small issue
on my property.

Marketing must decide how to proceed.

This isn't about marketing problems.
It's a murder.

- Enough.
- No, I insist.

If she was from suburbia,
we would be all over it.

She is from suburbia,
but she isn't a nice girl.

I bet her profile will show drugs.

We don't know for sure
this wasn't an OD.

Why hurt her parents any further?

She had rope marks
on her ankles and wrists.

Two girls, involved in surfing
and killed the same way.

- A serial murderer.
- Don't say that!

We're hosting the championship.
Our biggest marketing event.

I'm not going to keep quiet.
We've got to do something about this.

- And I'll pack you back to the States.
- You try it.

Sandra, what do you want?

I want this to be a priority,
before another girl ends up dead.

If we go public,
it raises awareness.

What? We're not going public.
It would be a bunch of bad PR.

Both victims threw caution to the wind.

We risk scaring the killer out of town.
He could start over.

My property is struggling
to break even.

Unfortunate rumours
could upset the balance sheet.

- But I will listen to your idea.
- Put me on it full time, with help.

- Do you know how backed up we are?
- I don't care.

- Whoever did this is in this hotel.
- Do you feel that way? Let her do it.

But you have 72 hours, lady. 72 hours.

Why do you care so much about this?

Because I had...a feeling
after the first one,

but I didn't do anything because
I thought it was bad for business.

You can have a few weeks,
but you're on your own.

I want daily reports as to who
you're checking out.

You got it.

Willy, did you run that
document through legal?

Shut up! I spoke to legal,
so I know you didn't.

You are going to make another copy
and run it through legal.

You are going to fly to Bali,

and I swear to God

it better be at my door by 9:00am,
or you are fired.

Then I will fire your friends and relatives
and kick all your asses.

- We're done here.
- But, sir...

John? Carrie Sherman,
nice to meet you.

- You too.
- This is nice.

So far, so good.

- Wow. It's a great view.
- Yes.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Sure.

- Is vodka OK?
- Vodka would be great.

All right.

You're more attractive in person.

I meet people often
whom I've seen on television.

It's amazing how ordinary some look
when they are up close.

The magic of lighting and make up,
I suppose.

I'm nervous.
I talk way too much when I'm nervous.

- Here.
- Don't be nervous.

To business.

And pleasure.

You should relax. You're very tight.

Maybe I can help you loosen up a little.

You want me to take this off?

Lucrative side business you have.

You can call me any time
during your stay.

- I like variety.
- I can help you out with that, too.

I do the trial run.

I have to make sure
that you're a gentleman.

- I can just call you with a name?
- Yeah, it's that easy.

I'm the publisher of Watergirl magazine.

The girls I bring over trust me.

- That's for you.
- Yeah.

And the money you're throwing around
draws attention.

I don't want any mention of that.
I want it to be like it was just now.

You knew exactly what I wanted.
You even kissed me, it was...

Some of these transactions
can seem rather mercenary.

I find that disgusting.

I know you do.

Trust me, John. I know what you like.

You will like any of the models
I send to you.

Thanks. Have a good night.

Well, you were right.

Julie Tam's murder fits the profile
almost to a T.

- Drugs?
- They both died of suffocation.

No clues.
No potential suspects for either one.

- And nobody gives a shit.
- Except you.

- Advocate for the naive.
- Pete, I have this problem.

I don't know where to start.
There isn't anything to go on.

Talk it out.
What do you know?

They were both young models,
into drugs and surfing,

and here to shoot
the Watergirl pictorials.

Surfer groupies, to put it nicely.

Look for things, people, places.
Anything that ties them together.

But you know that. That is your link.

Why aren't you saying it?

I got myself in this position.

But a part of me feels
like I don't want to go there.

- I'm afraid it will be bad.
- You have to do it though.

PR be damned.

You can do it, Sandra.

Hey, beautiful. How about a drink?

What are you doing here?
I thought the Lounge was your style.

I'm doing it for Max tonight.
For the extra bucks.

Sorry about that girl in 509.

- Any idea who did it?
- Not a clue.

If somebody messes with my customers,
they are going to have hell to pay.

You'll shoot yourself one day.
How did you know it was a girl?

Every once in a while I get paid service,
if you know what I mean.

I get the picture.

Look, have you ever seen her before?

I've seen this girl a lot.
I think her name is Julie.

- Julie Tam. So you knew her?
- No, not personally.

- She was working the room.
- Was she with anybody?

Anybody and everybody.
She's like every party chick in Bali.

They hop from surfers
to rich, fat golfers.

- Did she take drugs?
- What kind?

- I don't know, you name it.
- You name it.

- Knock it off.
- Come on.

Everybody in Bali's on drugs.
At least it's natural.

If she was into something hard,
I don't know.

Julie's friends will be here tomorrow
and Thursday for Ladies Night.

- What's Ladies Night?
- Like it says, it's a night for ladies.

- What are you on?
- "Funny Man Kev."

Thank you so much.
I will see you tomorrow.

And I'll return the glass.

- Hello?
- Hello there. It's John.

- Hi.
- What are you doing?

I'm on my way out the door.
I'm sponsoring a cocktail party tonight.

Watergirl Magazine. Come by.

- Busy?
- Idleness is the Devil's workshop.

I have a few clients coming in
this weekend for the event.

- I'd like to impress them.
- Say no more.

- Do you want me?
- Not this time.

My clients were in the mood
for a rather young group.

Experience has its place,
but more the teen beach bunny thing.

Sure. Just let me know when,
where, and how many.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch in a day or so.
Everything will go through you.

That's fine by me. Bye, John.

This place is crazy.

This is crazy?
Come back in half an hour.

- Something fancy?
- I like something fancy every night.

I bet you do.

You could go deaf working here.

Got it covered.

If this is too intense,
go to the VIP lounge.

- Julie's friends hung out there.
- Good idea.

See you later.

She's dancing.

- Drinks.
- Hi. Can I buy you a drink?

- Sure. Black Label on the rocks.
- I'm with security.

You look it.
I didn't want to say it though.

I'm investigating the murders
of Julie Tam and Linda Steele.

I modelled with Julie in Cabot.
Surf chores, Ladies Night.

- What's Ladies Night?
- Like it says, a night for ladies.

I can get you in if you want to go.

I think there's one tomorrow night.
It's very informal.

- It's for surfer chicks. Pro-class.
- I'm sorry, I'm not into girls.

It's not like that.
It can be, but it's not.

You know, I'm a lady cop.

People could make that connection,
but it's not my thing.

Hey, how about another shot?

You got it. Did you find anything out?

Not much,
but I was invited to Ladies Night.

Speaking of ladies,
check out those hotties.

They hung out with Julie.

- You said Ladies Night was tomorrow.
- They're getting started early.

Go get them, tiger.

Can I ask you a few questions?

- That depends. Who are you?
- Hotel security.

- We've done nothing wrong.
- It's about Julie Tam.

- Oh, God. Isn't that horrible?
- Poor girl.

- How did you find out?
- We overheard our maid talking.

Can you help me to solve her murder?

We were acquaintances.
Try Carrie Sherman.

- Who's that?
- She runs Watergirl Magazine.

- Her and Julie were close.
- I think she's a pimp.

Why?

She tried to hook me up
with this guy, John.

I tried to blow her off,
but she kept at it.

- Is there money involved?
- Not exactly.

But if you want to work for Watergirl,
you have to be ready to party.

How can I meet this Carrie?

There's a photo shoot at the hotel,
if you want to talk to her.

- Thanks. I will.
- Leaving so soon?

Yeah, I've got to go.

Too bad.

Oh, yeah. Like that.

Just give me one minute, OK?

I'm sorry, but I need you to hide
for a few minutes in the closet.

I'm so sick of this shit.

When will you come
out of the closet?

I'm not ready.
Please don't push me.

I wouldn't think of it.
I'll hide in the closet.

- Just hide for a few minutes...
- Just hurry up.

OK, come on in.

There.
Looking up at him was nice.

Great, beautiful. A little more sexy.

Mario, I need a camera change.

Great. OK, hold that thought.
Thank you.

Stay right there. Great.
OK, arms up in the air a little more.

A little smiley with the lips, a little smile.

That's it. Great. Excellent.

Hey, I knew you would come.

- Are you the photographer?
- I do everything here.

Relax here for a minute.
OK, are you guys ready? And...

Action! Beautiful. Smiley.

Think cover shot. That's a good girl.

A little more for me, come on.

That was great. Let's break for lunch.

- Did you like it?
- I did. The girls are beautiful.

I try to make it so people can see
how beautiful life really is.

- At least, that's what I tell myself.
- It was...sexy.

I'm not a big fan of this material,
but I was impressed.

The girls gain notoriety
through the magazine pictorials

and their fans - young, old, rich -
love to see them live

and they will pay big bucks to do so.

That's how I financed
Watergirl Magazine.

You own this magazine?

It takes a lot of funding
to keep the magazine afloat.

The magazine itself barely breaks even.

You need investors
and your girls attract them?

Yes. I'm responsible
when hiring the girls.

I need good, smart girls.
I don't like them younger than 21.

- I prefer them to be 25.
- Julie Tam was only 19-years-old.

And I fired her ass the moment
I found out she was lying.

She headed down a dark path.
Like Melinda.

They got killed
before I could ship them back.

- What dark path?
- You could tell they were in trouble.

I have a no-drug policy
so I stopped calling them.

I wasn't surprised
when they turned up dead.

Do you know if anyone was suspicious?

Did they do drugs together
or have the same dealer?

- Did they run in the same crowd?
- No. I don't think so.

I don't even think that
they knew each other.

Wait. Do you think that
these murders are related?

- I can't say.
- I've got to get back to work.

Wait. Here's my card.

Please call me if you think
of anything else, OK?

You really care about this.
It's admirable. But I'm curious why.

What makes you different
from any other cop?

They were just some girls in trouble.

Nobody noticed they were missing.

They deserve the same consideration
as anybody else.

We agree to four days,
then let the local cops take over.

The ones who don't know their ass
from a hole in the ground?

I want full disclosure to me.
Before you question any guests.

Before you get information,
I get the final call.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah. Hold it.

Sandra has a report here.
What have you got? What's in here?

That's all so far.
This won't be easy.

Is there any link you could establish?

They both worked
with the same people.

They did the same things,
but everybody works with everybody.

That's Carrie Sherman,
the publisher of Watergirl Magazine.

- A men's risqué magazine.
- I've seen her work.

Somebody just gave me a magazine.

Well, she's pretty open.
She will be a good source.

I have this profile from my friend
in Sydney. Let's go over that.

We're dealing with a male
in his thirties.

Someone the victims knew,
because there's no sign of a struggle.

That's it until we get more details.
That's not much.

It could be anybody at the competition.

Let me think about this.
Why don't you get some sleep?

There will be corporate parties tonight
that need watching, OK?

Don't get discouraged.

- I want to be sure you're all right.
- I don't know. I'm just so tired.

I want to go home
and watch "The Brady Bunch".

Do something different
from what I've been doing.

- Hello?
- Sorry, we've got another one.

- Oh, my God. Where?
- 1527.

OK. I'll be right there.

Starting a little early?

- What have you got?
- Same MO as Julie Tam.

- Happened a few hours ago.
- Who found her?

Security. They got an anonymous call
from a female, scared as hell.

- She said there was a murder.
- Did they trace her?

She was only there for half a minute.
They did record it.

I think we've got a frightened witness
out there.

- Let me take a look at the body.
- Over here.

I talked with her last night.
Her name is Angela.

- Was she with anyone?
- A girlfriend named Alexa, I think.

Our anonymous caller.
I'll check with registration.

I bet she's already
checked out by now.

You're probably right. It's worth a shot.

What do you want? I'm going out.

I have an incident
to do with one of my girls.

There was a problem last night.
I will still pay you though.

What was the problem?

I thought I made it clear
what I expected.

She was afraid. A disappointment.

I had to throw the bitch out my room.

That's what you get when you
ask for innocence, I guess.

You don't need to pay.
You're not satisfied.

Not necessary.
Just don't let it happen again.

I don't pay money for whores.

She was young, that's...

In my work, I take responsibility
for everyone who is under me.

When someone fucks up...

it's my fault.

Let's go through all the names.
We'll move twice as fast.

- Not today. I'm with you today.
- OK.

When you met her,
was there anything "off" about her?

- Just that she was awfully young.
- Did she say anything, even small?

- Wait. Ladies Night.
- What's that?

Like it says, a night for ladies.

The people involved
are at the photo shoot.

- Let's go.
- Wait. I don't know where it is.

Let's find out.

Great. I want you to pout.
I don't want to see teeth.

I want to see your stomach,
I want to see sexy.

Give me a little stomach.
Lift the shirt off the face.

Move the hair out of the way.
Give me some eyes.

Shirt up more.
That's what I'm looking for.

Close the mouth.
Give me sex in the eyes.

Up with the shirt.
Hands up in the air. Beautiful!

That's the way.
Hands up in the air again. Hands up.

Beautiful. I need a camera reload.

Let's take a break, we need it.

This is Peter Springer.
He'll be working with me.

- You know why we're here.
- Nice to meet you, Mr Springer.

You can call me Pete.

I'm a little shaken up.
It's even been on the news in the States.

- They said the killings are related.
- We're not sure.

But we're stepping up security
to find the killer and I need your help.

We're getting calls from shareholders.

Scandals are bad for business.
Anything I can do to help.

When I met with Angela, she mentioned
a party called Ladies First Night.

- Are you familiar with it?
- What's the nature of it?

Women can meet other women

on a professional and business level.

Great. We need to check it out.

It's for women only.
You need to have a reference to get in.

Discretion and privacy are guaranteed.

- This is important.
- OK. You can come as my guest.

- Can we do this tonight?
- I don't think you understand.

You'll have to pretend
you're my significant other.

Then I will do whatever is necessary.

OK. Meet me at my room at 10:00.

Call me if you're not going to come, OK?

- I will be there.
- Do me a favour.

Try to dress as little
like a cop as possible.

How is that?

The complete opposite
to how you look now.

Quick! Back up here.
I want the sarong down please.

Legs long. Fix your hair
at the top, and eyes to me.

Great. Beautiful!

A little pout.
I don't want to see the sarong.

That's it. Beautiful.

- Check you out.
- So what do you think?

You won't have problems
getting numbers.

This outfit cost me a fortune.
I hope it works.

What do you think?
Do I look like a cop?

Not like any cop I've ever known.

- You look beautiful.
- Thanks.

I don't even know what I'm looking for.

- Just keep your eyes open.
- Thanks. Wish me luck.

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- That's OK.

This is a whole new side of you.
A whole different side. I love it.

Could you tell me what to expect?
I'm a little nervous.

Stick close to me.
If we're separated meet me at my room.

Well, here we are.

I don't know about you,
but I could use a drink.

- Saw you coming.
- Kev, thanks. Wow.

- Who's your friend?
- Carrie Sherman.

- Editor of Watergirl.
- Nice to meet you.

What will you have?
Let me guess. Something tropical.

- Make it a Chi Chi.
- Got it.

- I didn't think you'd make it.
- Second wind.

- How were the photos?
- Great, except for one problem.

- What's that?
- That restaurant manager.

He was having lunch in the background
in every shot.

I should have shoved
those chopsticks up his ass.

We can redo it tomorrow.
Who's your friend, she looks familiar?

Sandra Marshall.
She was at the shoot today.

- The cop. You sure look different.
- Thanks.

- She's investigating the murders.
- That was awful.

Julie was a nice girl.
Do you have anything yet?

I have a number of leads I'm working on.

If I can help in any way I'd be glad to.

It's not likely that it will come to that,
but I appreciate it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hopefully we can redo the shots
without the bozo.

We could go outside this time.
It is Bali, you know.

- Bye.
- See you.

- Well, she seems sweet.
- She sure is.

It's getting hot and smoky here.
Let's go back to my room and relax.

That sounds like a good idea.

- This is it.
- Very nice.

- Can I get you anything?
- A glass of wine, if you have it.

I've got it.

Did you enjoy yourself tonight?

Yeah, I did. It was very interesting.

It's a different type of business.

A lot different from what I'm doing.

- I have to admit something to you.
- What's that?

I'm scared.

When the first two girls died,
like I told you, I wasn't surprised but...

Angela was different.

I know.

Look, Carrie. You can tell me anything.
As a friend, not as a cop.

You said there was a reason
you cared about this,

and that you would tell me. What is it?

Well...

I have...had a sister.

She had a lot of problems.
Ten years ago she went missing.

The authorities couldn't do much.

She was a runaway, she was into drugs,
and nobody cared.

Out of the blue, ten years ago,
we get this call.

They found her body in a ditch
and she was dead.

She was murdered.

They just dumped her body there.

- The killer was never found.
- Through lack of effort?

Absolutely.

When I see those dead girls,

I know they have family somewhere
that care about them.

Even if society doesn't, you know.

So what was it you
were going to tell me?

Part of modelling is about
going to corporate parties

on behalf of the client.

That's where you make money.
But there's another side.

It's common for men to approach you,
rich men,

who will pay top dollar to meet you.

Carrie, that's prostitution.

No prostitute on Earth
makes $10,000 a night.

These are upstanding men,
powerful men.

- It's just like a date, honestly.
- Look at you.

- You don't need to do that.
- It's not just about the money.

You meet brilliant, interesting,
famous people.

People who can help you.

Last month, I went back east,
last minute - a family emergency.

I flew on a jet owned by one
of the world's biggest corporations.

That's great, but why
are you telling me all this?

- I also do introductions.
- Carrie, now that's pandering.

- I know, Sandra. I know.
- Carrie, I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't judge you. It's not fair.

I do my utmost to check out the guys.
I meet with them...

Carrie, I will do everything I can
to protect you, you know that.

You can trust me.

I sent Angela on a date
the night she was murdered.

Oh, my God!

Carrie, look. OK...

This could kill me.
I make my living on being discreet but...

This guy is crazy.
If you don't tell me, he'll strike again.

But I don't even know if he did it,
or that he's even dangerous.

There's something about him.
I had a bad feeling.

You have to give me his name.
It's so important.

I'll answer your questions.

I met Angela a couple of nights ago.
We had a wonderful time together.

She left my home at midnight.

- Then what happened?
- I went for a drink at the Omihi bar.

The bartender can verify that.
His name is Kevin.

After closing I returned home,
where I slept until about 8:00am.

- How did you meet her?
- A mutual friend.

- Who?
- I'd rather not say.

What was the nature
of your meeting?

It was a date.

I fantasise about models occasionally.

- I was a fan of Angela's work.
- It wasn't a business-like deal?

I'm not answering that.

We're going to be a lot easier on you
than the local cops.

You could rot in a Jakarta prison
before they got to your case.

OK, I get it.

Was anyone else
at your room with you?

Several friends and their dates.
It was sort of a group thing.

You have to give us
those names.

Shall I call the cops?

I can't reveal names.
I have a reputation.

You're under investigation
for Angela's murder.

- Will that affect your reputation?
- I didn't kill anyone.

- Then you have no need to worry.
- We're done here.

- We're not.
- Yes, we are.

I've cooperated up to now
because I have nothing to hide.

But I think I have the right
to phone my attorney now.

Not here in Indonesia, you don't.

- Omihi Lounge.
- It's Pete.

- What's up?
- I have a question for you.

Are you familiar with John Jacob,
blond surfer?

Everybody's familiar with him.
The worst tipper on the island.

- When was he last in the bar?
- Last night, the night before...

If he hits on my waitresses again,

I'll shave his lower lip
with a rusty butter knife.

- I take it you don't like him?
- No shit.

I'll tell you something about him.

I don't care about
the silver spoon up his ass,

but he couldn't run a Ferris wheel
at a hog-calling contest.

I'm trying to verify where he was
the last few nights.

Here! Swinging from the fucking rafters.

Sniffing every broad
that comes in the joint.

If he is wanted for something clever,
he is not your man.

- You're right, but...
- What?

It doesn't take smarts to put a bag
over a chick's head.

- You're right.
- I'll see you soon.

I'll have a couple of drinks on ice
for when you come back.

His story checks out.
The bartender said he was there.

I guess you're free to go.

Somehow we need to put him
under 24-hour surveillance.

Maybe Constable Boulaval
can help me.

We need to give Carrie protection,
for giving us his name.

If she needs security from him,
she already has it.

Someone will be watching
his every move.

Continue your investigation. Backtrack.

Make some connection between him
and the first two girls.

Will do.

- I got a complaint from a guest.
- Let me guess.

I'm warning you.
Another incident and we will take action.

Run information by me before you act.
I won't be warning you again.

It's suspicious, but Angela's death
was between 1:00 and 3:00am.

He was in that bar until after 2:00am.

He leaves and does it,
or does it before,

then hustles over to the bar.

I don't buy it.

Did you get the chills looking at him?

- I did.
- So did I.

So did Carrie.
That's why she gave me his name.

I'm not saying that he definitely did it,
but he is highly suspicious.

Remember, we're emotional.
We want to get this guy.

When she put the finger on him,
maybe we saw what we wanted to see.

But why was she suspicious?
Did she say?

- She had a feeling.
- Why though?

- I don't know.
- Let's go ask her.

I've got to tell you something, Carrie.

We have no charges
to hold him on. I'm sorry.

- That's terrible. Oh, God.
- It's OK.

- I shouldn't have told you guys.
- You had to. You did the right thing.

He's the prime suspect.

Let me ask you something.
Why did you suspect him?

The fact he was with her that night?

Did he ever act violently
or say anything unusual?

Yeah, he came over here the day after.

He said he and Angela didn't get along
and he had to kick her out.

- He said they had a good time.
- Not to me.

I mean, I don't know what he meant by it.
He just seemed really weird.

- How did he act?
- Strange.

- How? Be specific.
- I don't know.

I don't know.
It was just weird. He was just weird.

Angela was a beautiful girl.
A normal guy would love to be with her.

He said she disgusted him.
I don't know what he meant by it, but...

- Any contact with John before this?
- None.

Could he have met Julie Tam
or Melinda Steele?

Yes. The same way he met me.
On a photo shoot.

He was a guest of one of the clients.
He introduced himself as a fan.

I could tell he had money
and the rest progressed naturally.

God.

I have to go and shoot.
It's the first day of the Surf Carnival.

- I don't know if I can walk outside...
- I know. It's OK.

Carrie, we'll take care of it, OK?
We're going to figure this out.

- If he's a serial killer, he'll strike again.
- That's my fear.

- Carrie's not stable.
- She's just upset.

Humour me for a second
and think about her as a suspect.

- Please.
- Hear me through.

- Women are never serial killers.
- Not true.

It's rare, but it's not unheard of.

She's got herself close to you
and the investigation.

She's diverted our attention
and is connected to all three girls.

- That's still farfetched.
- I've researched that field.

They come from disturbed backgrounds.
95% of the time there's abuse.

- Look what she will do for capital.
- But what's the motive?

These girls are young.
She's jealous of their youth.

And that they will take
over her business.

In her mind, she has to eliminate them.

- She's not a killer.
- Right. I'm probably losing it.

I'm still going to look into
where she was.

You go ahead. Look, I'm tired, too.

Walk me home and we can rest
and deal with this tomorrow.

Sure.

Thank you for coming up here with me.
I think I can take it from here.

You don't want me to stay?
Sleep in front of your door like a dog?

- I don't need a dog. I have guns.
- That's right.

I really appreciate you
helping me out on this case.

- I don't think I could do it alone.
- No problem.

I wanted to thank you, but...

It's just been so hard.
You know that.

I understand.

Wait. Stop.

Look, I can't.

I know it's hard after what happened
to your sister.

Just get out.

Just leave, OK?

Mind if I sit down for a moment?

I'd rather be alone.
Why don't you grab a seat?

- I'm here to talk about Angela.
- I figured that.

- Can you tell me anything?
- Not offhand, no.

You were there the night
she was murdered.

I've already told you guys what I know.

Angela was tired and went to the room.
I wasn't, so I went out.

I came back in the morning.
Other than that, I know nothing.

And I'd prefer to be left alone.

I think you know something
more than you're telling.

If you've got information,
you better start talking.

Angela's killer will strike again
and when he does,

you've got no one else to blame.

I want to help, but I'm scared.
Can you offer me protection?

Tell me what you've got
and I'll see.

I was there when she was murdered.

We were together in our room...

and it was late.

There was a knock at the door.

Angela got nervous, so I assumed
it was this guy she'd been seeing.

I need you to hide
for a few minutes.

She asked me to hide
and said it would be a few minutes.

I wanted to make her happy, so I did.

I found a camera.
Thought I'd play a gag, you know.

OK, come on.

This guy comes in.
I can't make him out.

They go into the back bedroom.

I hear talking and then nothing.

And then muffled screams.

And then he came running out
and he was gone.

When I finally came out of the closet...

Angela was...

So I got scared, OK? And I left.

I didn't know what else to do.
I ran to another floor. I called security.

I just got scared.

You haven't spoken to anyone?

You've got to believe me. I'm scared.

We both know if this guy
finds out I saw him,

I will be next on the hit list.

- I need protection.
- Don't worry, OK?

I will get you protection.

- You can trust me.
- Can I?

Yes, you can.
Do you still have that tape?

Thanks. Don't worry, this is
just between you and me.

I'll make sure you're taken care of,
give you protection.

I'm counting on that.

What's going on?

I want everybody questioned.

Get hold of the girl who took you there.
Call the local cops.

Have them bring
John Jacobs in again.

- On what grounds?
- Grounds? This is Bali.

I want him in here. Period.

It's Pete. I need you to bring in
John Jacobs. Now.

Paging Mr John Jacobs.
Please pick a white courtesy phone.

Paging John Jacobs.
Pick up a white courtesy phone.

My lawyer is preparing
a harassment suit.

I'm going to own your homes.

You agreed to this interview, no?

Only because I'm a good citizen
and Mr Carlson asked so nicely.

- So where were you last night?
- Here, in bed.

Can anyone corroborate that?

No. I was alone, like I spend most nights.

I got up early and went out.
The idiots watching me lost track.

Have you heard that Carrie was killed?

I've heard. I'm not surprised.
I understand she had a lot of problems.

- What problems?
- She was a whore, like all the girls.

You know a lot about whores, don't you?
You like spending time with them.

Never. I like sexy women.

It's different when they're with me.

- Yeah, right.
- It is.

We should get together some night.
I like what you have going on.

I bet under that exterior
you're a real firecracker.

- It runs in the family.
- What did you say?

I did a little homework.
You had a sister.

Somebody got to her
so she ran away,

wound up hooking, then dead,
like these girls.

You're so wound up.
You've got an axe to grind.

You...bastard!

You're going to pay for that one.

Kiss your career goodbye.
Get the hell out of my place, now!

That's why you had us come here.

You found out about her sister
and wanted to upset her.

- Was this your lawyer's idea?
- I'll take the Fifth.

Now kindly get the fuck out of my home.

We'll get you, Jacobs.

Do you have any evidence?
You don't.

I didn't hurt anyone or kill anyone.

We'll see about that.
Good day, Mr Jacobs.

Where were you? We were worried.

I just needed some time.

You were watching it.

Waiting for him to show me something.
Any clue. No luck so far.

It's sick but it's like a car wreck.

- You can't take your eyes off it.
- I know.

What are those?

An FBI brief on John Jacobs.

Keep it to yourself.
We shouldn't have it.

A history of mental illness.
Stayed in a facility.

I think he's our man.

This explains a few things.
Look at his IQ.

I know. It fits the profile.

I think he has a sick thing
about models.

He's drawn to them,
then disgusted.

Run-of-the-mill serial killer stuff.
It's weird.

- And this is Alexa Kingston.
- Who's this?

She tipped me off about the tapes.
Look at her history.

It's very close to the others.
Very similar.

- Is she connected to Carrie?
- She worked with her twice.

What are you thinking?

We won't find any clues to implicate him.
He's too smart.

- But he has one weakness.
- He likes to kill.

Exactly. I'm thinking he will again.

Stephens said we could try a plan
that I came up with.

We pull surveillance on Jacobs
and let him know we have.

A sting operation. Good.

- Who do we get to help?
- I have just the right girl.

Sorry, I'm going to have to...wire you.

- Is that all right?
- Yeah. I'm not modest.

We'll be watching
so you have nothing to fear.

- I want to do this. I can help.
- We've got cameras in there.

Once he settles, we'll bring you in.

At that point you show
your real acting talents.

Remember, don't be too forward.
That might turn him off.

Just let things progress naturally.

And remember, there's hidden cameras.
You're covered.

So to speak.

- Where does that go?
- Just...

You need some help there?

- You all right?
- Yeah, that's fine.

- Wish me luck.
- You'll be fine.

- Thanks.
- Good luck.

Hi, I'm Stephanie.
What are you drinking? It looks yummy.

- A Manhattan.
- Is it sweet?

It can be.
One extra-sweet Manhattan for the lady.

Thank you.

So, Stephanie...

What do you do?

I'm an actress and a dancer, aspiring.
I just moved here.

- Dancing. What...kind of dancing?
- Any kind. Some exotic.

- My dream is to go to Broadway.
- That's a long way away.

I know. For now.

Would you have dinner with me?
I don't want to eat alone.

How sweet.
I hear there are nice restaurants here.

There are. I'll tell you what,
you pick the place. Shall we?

- Right now?
- Sure.

Can we go to my room so I can change?
I want to look really, really nice.

What is she doing?

She's coming on too strong.

- I thought you had to change.
- I do.

OK, I'll go change.

Ready? $1000 for the first hour,
negotiable after that.

- Excuse me?
- Oh, come on.

You don't look naive.

OK, that's good.
He's getting that look.

- You didn't know what was going on?
- And stand by.

I thought it was obvious.

What, you think women
just pick up men like you,

and invite them back for nothing?

- Get ready to move.
- Stop it! I don't want this.

- Wait, hold on.
- Honey, grow up.

I know you can afford it.

Are you gay?

Stop it.

- What's happening?
- Stop it!

- You disgust me.
- Where's he going?

We specifically told her
to let things progress naturally.

Do you think he knows?

Get surveillance back,
get the girl an escort.

Go home.
We'll put our heads together tomorrow.

- They found Jacobs.
- Good. Where was he?

A restaurant. He wasn't trying
to leave, the guys lost him.

Figures. Stephens, take a look at this.

Does that look like Jacobs to you?

How could I tell, he's...
It doesn't look like him.

- Different facial structure.
- It's hard to tell.

- Hello?
- It's Pete.

- What is it?
- It's big. Are you free?

- Yeah.
- Meet me at the disco.

I could crack this case wide open.

I'll be right there.

He's says he's got some information.
I'll be right back.

- Pete?
- Glad you could make it.

- What's going on?
- I think you know.

You've been piecing things together
very well.

- A little too well.
- What are you talking about?

It's only a matter of time
until you put it all together,

then I'd be out of business forever.

- You don't mean you...
- I killed those whores.

Oh, my God. But why?

I saw the email Stephens
sent to the LAPD.

Then Carlson wanted information on us
and things got hot.

I know what you'd think
when you read my file.

Father unknown.
Mother was a prostitute.

I thought you were different.
I was going to let you live.

But then you did what all the others did.

- Rejected me. I can't have that.
- Oh, my God. You need help!

No! You got that all wrong, honey.

You need help.

Help!

Where are you going in such a rush?
We haven't had our last dance.

- Pete, don't do this.
- That's funny.

That's exactly what your sister said
years ago in LA.

- You are so sick.
- It's nothing personal.

I had to start someplace.

Goodbye.

It looks like happy hour is over.

- Mr Carlson.
- Good job on this matter.

The property has fired
the personnel director

and I promise to improve and tighten
employee screenings, personally.

I'm sure this will be forgotten.

It already has.
We have a big convention coming in.

Metal International -
3000 heavy metal screaming freaks.

It's perfect for this organisation.

We're back doing what we do
and we appreciate you. Peace.