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You must have considered the possibility that he was a copycat

Anything dating that far back would have been kept on paper files,

so it would never have showed up on the computer.

Sergeant Mills? - Yes, ma'am?

You've got the files? - Yes, as you requested, ma'am.

Everything from 1945 to 1960. There's a lot of it.

Then let's get to it, gentlemen

Exactly when did we become detectives?

Shouldn't we get some help? I mean, don't you

have a whole police force for this sort of thing?

My credibility on this case isn't exactly high.

I don't want to go to anyone till we've got more proof.

Are you peeking?

What? - Peeking?

No! - What is it?

What? - You said something

No Nothing.

Peeker.

Got him! I got the bugger!

Eric Mace killed eight people between November, '57 and January, '58.

Seven were children. The last was an adult,

stumbled across him at the site of one of the murders.

Failed Priest, strict religious upbringing, thought he was on some kind of holy crusade

What about the murder sites? - They match exactly then and now.

And the dates of the murders, profiles of the children, identical.

You may be an American, Mr Lewis, but you're a bloody genius A bloody genius

Eight killings. If our man's a copycat, there's two victims left.

When's the next one? - In two hours.

I can't authorize this. You're not even supposed to be on the case.

I know I made a mistake before - A mistake?

You have no idea how much heat I took for you, Price.

And now you want me to do it all over again.

Call out the men on the basis of some wild theory cooked up by a foreign tourist.

He's not a tourist - I don't give a damn what he is!

I took a chance with you once, Price. I can't afford to do that again.

But what if he's right? What if in two hours the killer strikes again

and we could have been there to stop him?

Okay. Take Mills, stake it out.

But you're on your own, Price.

There's just one more thing

What? - I need you to issue firearms.

Absolutely not.

You don't have a gun? - This is England Police don't carry guns

What happens when you want to arrest a violent criminal?

I use my winning smile.

Five minutes to go.

You know what I don't get?

Why copycat Eric Mace? It's not like he's particularly famous.

No one remembers him I can understand Manson or Bundy, but Eric Mace?

I know it's strange. He's got the letters to the press

What letters? - Exactly There haven't been any.

Is that unusual?

Ninety-nine percent of these cases,

the killers write letters to the press or police or both.

They want to impress us, show us how clever they are. Not this one.

Not one letter, not one phone call It's like he doesn't care what we think

Maybe it's not us he's trying to impress - Then who?

Eric Mace Maybe the killer's trying to show Mace he can do a better job.

No Eric Mace was hanged in nineteen-fifty-nine

So much for that theory.

It's cold up here, isn't it? - Yeah.

Cigarette? - No, thanks.

No, I mean have you got one? - I quit. - Shame.

It's time He should be here Maybe the records are inaccurate.

Maybe

You're right. We're doing something wrong.

No, it has to be here. Forty-two years ago, the murder took place on this spot.

He has to bring her here He has to bring her to this spot.

Then why isn't he here?

What is that?

I'm not sure I think Oh, my God, it's an entrance to the sewer system

He's under our feet.

Jake, get in there and see if you can find something to guide us.

Talk to me, Jake!

Michael, you were right The main sewer runs underneath the building

Mum!

Wait there! Don't let anyone leave!

Up ahead the tunnel's gonna split Michael, are you there?

The... - Jake? Jake?

Jake, repeat I can't hear No reception We're too deep

You go that way.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Mr Lewis?

Where am Where am I?

You're in a hospital Now hold still Just hold still

I can't move my arm. - Don't struggle.

I said don't struggle, dammit! Hold this bastard down

What the hell is going on? - Give him the shot.

Wait a minute! You've got the wrong guy here! Hey, what is that?

Don't say a word.

All that information he had about the killer,

trying to tell us what a brilliant detective he was?

Yeah, well, maybe there's another explanation A simpler explanation

You think he's involved? - Involved?

We've got his prints on the murder weapon, the victim's blood on his clothes,

not to mention the fact that neither you nor Mills saw

anyone else down there in the tunnel. - I was with him for hours

The victim was taken a day ago. Her parents reported her missing yesterday.

All that time he was with you, he could have had

her stored down there, just waiting.

Why? - To do it under our very noses. To make fools of us.

God knows he's succeeded in that.

Yeah, Michael Lewis is suspect number one, okay?

And until I know better, he remains in police custody

Mr Lewis?

You're my lawyer?

I have many talents

So tell me, what comes after "curiouser"?

I'm afraid we're about to find that out

Things look that good, huh?

You seem to have done a remarkably good job of putting yourself in the frame.

Now the police have your prints on the murder weapon,

they have the victim's blood on your clothes.

They've also found press clippings about the murders in your office,

as well as photographs of the murder sites.

On top of all this, you show an extraordinary insight into the

actions of the killer All very-incriminating

Well, only if you put it like that.

Especially problematic, however, is your seemingly

extensive knowledge of the victims.

The reason you came by this information

will be a little hard to explain, don't you think?

A little

A good rule in life, Mr Lewis, always remember

people don't like people who see dead people.

You know about that?

I know a good many things

Visitor for ya

I'm Andrew Norrington I'll be acting in your defense

I thought he was

He? - Who?

Him.

I don't understand, Mr Lewis.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Yeah. Shot by my partner, who then burnt the building to cover his tracks.

Mr Lewis.

Please, Mr Lewis, we don't have much time together.

And to be frank, things don't look good.

You bet they don't I knew this kid in college.

I mean, he's new great suits and everything,

fools the clients, but uh underneath the Armani he's,

he's about as bad as they get.

You should be glad we don't hang people here anymore.

Now, the police case is very strong They already have

My prints on the murder weapon, blood on the clothes, press clippings at my office,

and I have an extraordinary knowledge on the actions of the murderer.

You're very well informed.

Bad news travels fast

And to make matters worse,

you attend the funeral of one of the victims.

That doesn't look good.

Where did you get these? - Standard police procedure.

Many killers like to attend the funeral of their victims,

so there's always a surveillance team.

Unfortunately, for us

Mr Douglas? - Yes?

We've got some questions. Do you have a few minutes?

Well, I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Do you remember somebody called Eric Mace?

Young lady, I may be minus a lung and a kidney,

but my memory remains intact.

Yeah Sick little man. Spoke with a stutter.

You were the arresting officer, right?

Are you a policeman? - This is official police business

I said, are you a policeman?

She's a police woman. - That, sir, is perfectly clear.

You're a very sharp man, Mr Douglas

Just because you're old, you're not stupid, you know?

Right What do you want to know?

Anything that's not in your report. Anything you might have left out.

In fact, anything that could be of help to us

I don't think I can help you

You could at least take a look at it.

I don't think that would do much good

Oh, I'm sorry. No one told us. - Why should they?

I recall the case well enough, but everything I had to say went in here.

Right. Well, we're sorry for bothering you.

Wait Something wrong here. - What is it?

There's a page missing. See here, look! The last page is gone.

Do you remember what was on it?

Well, probably details of his ninth victim

Ninth? But Mace killed only eight people.

Yeah, that's right. But he'd already kidnapped his ninth victim.

We found him in the basement of Mace's house. He'd been there for two days,

poor lad. With Mace ranting and raving

at him, terrified him half to death.

What was the boy called?

David David.

David Connor That's right.

Yeah, sad case. The boy never recovered.

In and out of mental hospitals for years.

Not surprising considering what he'd been through.

And when he grew up? - I have no idea.

You could consult his doctor, I suppose.

If he's still alive

You think this kid had something to do with the killings?

Why else would someone try and hide his existence?

But I thought that David Connor was the victim?

There's a well documented history of kidnap victims

coming to sympathize with their captors. It's called the Stockholm Syndrome.

And remember, David Connor was just a child, frightened, impressionable, alone.

Imagine the kind of effect that would" have on his mind.

Douglas did say the kid was in and out of mental institutions.

So, this boy grows up to be a man, the same age as Eric Mace,

and decides to complete his holy work

Copycats usually have a clear psychological reason for what they do.

For why they copy one murderer and not another.

And being closely tied to the original killer would explain a lot.

So maybe Michael was right. Maybe this killer is trying to impress Eric Mace.

The final murder was at twelve midnight.

Try and get a lead on David Connor. Try his doctor first.

What are you gonna do? - Take more direct action.

Not good enough. - What?

Think, Michael They're relying on you

What do you want me to do? - You agreed to help.

I am in jail I can't even help myself

Not good enough. You're not Michael, the Architect anymore.

You've accepted the burden. - The burden?

I don't even have shoe laces

You want Alice to have another little friend?

That is not fair. - Then help them.

I'll see you put in the ground.

I'll see you put in the ground, you little bitch!

All right, Lewis. On your feet. You're being transferred.

Sergeant Mills! The surveillance team! Check the surveillance team!

What the hell are you doing?

I think you have the wrong man. - You could go to jail for this, Price.

If Michael's right, then the killer is going to strike again.

Tonight at midnight I'm not about to let that happen

And I'm not about to let this happen, either. This is madness, Price!

I can't stand by and let you screw up your career.

Then help me

This is really most unorthodox Where on earth are my glasses?

This is police business. Official police business. David Connor.

Yeah, was a patient for many years. Very disturbed.

He believed that the spirit of his captor lived on inside him.

The Stockholm Syndrome - Yeah. But in a very extreme form.

David Connor believed that somehow Eric Mace had taken

possession of him during the two days of his imprisonment.

He was a young boy, you understand, a young mind.

So impressionable.

He'd even breakdown, stutter occasionally, in the manner that Mace had.

How long did you treat him? - Ten years, till he was sixteen.

But in the end, you understand, he was cured. - Cured?

Totally Oh, I know he changed his name Not uncommon with the background he'd had

Do you know the name? - I'm afraid not.

Do you know what happened to him?

I'm not sure. But I do know what he would have liked to have become.

Not surprising, seeing that he'd saved his life.

David dreamed of becoming a policeman.

The killer, he worked for the police.

He was on the surveillance team at each of the funerals

So that's how he could watch Alice and the others being put in the ground

Exactly.

The next murder's at midnight I gotta get out of here. - How?

The trashed hotel room. The acid on the car. How did you do that?

The others were angry They thought you weren't going to help us

Which means?

When we're passionate enough, angry enough, we can move things in the real world

Find Alice. Find the others. Bring them here.

My considered legal advice on this situation would be,

run like hell.

Jake?

Thank you, Jake. - Any news?

According to the records on Eric Mace,

his last two murders took place on the same site.

The final one at twelve midnight.

So the police assumed that during the first murder,

Mace had accidentally left something behind at the scene of the crime.

Something that could point to him as being the killer. So when he realized.

He returned to find it, and surprised the child's mother on the bomb site.

She was lighting a candle for her lost daughter.

I read the file.

The killing of the girl's mother was a departure for Mace.

Thirty-six years of age, medium build, blue eyes.

The most beautiful blue eyes.

Not unlike yours, Detective Price.

This way, I believe.

Michael?

We're almost there. - You seem very sure. - What?

Of where we're going. Considering you've never been here before.

What are you trying to say? - Don't come any closer.

Price!

It's all I could find. - Thanks, Mills. You made it just in time.

Yeah Just a couple of minutes to spare

Come on, Price! Time's a wasting! - Eric?

Clever! But too little, too late, I'm afraid.

Where are we going? - To finish my work, of course! You're going to set me free!

Mr Lewis How resourceful of you I'm impressed

Step aside. - Can't do that.

Step aside, or I'll gut here!

I don't think so. Same victim, same place, same time.

Killing her there just wouldn't work What would Eric think?

You're right. Of course.

But I c-c-can kill you anywhere.

Is that the best you can do?

You really thought you could s-s-stop us alone?

I didn't come alone.

Mum!

Wait there! Don't let anyone leave!

I knew you could help us

Not bad

For an amateur. - For an amateur.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ,

we therefore commit his body to be consumed by fire Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes,

and dust to dust. In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Amen.

I guess that's the last we'll see of Eric Mace

I hope so. - You gentlemen planning on staying in London long?

We have a contract to complete A hotel to build.

Damn. Excuse me.

Well then.

Price?

Thanks

Michael, I've seen some pretty strange stuff this last week.

But whatever you've got yourself involved with, just remember you're not alone

You can say that again

Get 'em by Tuesday I need a working crew, and I need 'em next week.

We gotta get rollin' on this. Yeah. Okay I'll talk to you later.

You think he's the one? - No.

How can you be so sure? - He knows nothing of the days.

He barely knows the truth about himself.

How could he know anything else?

You have The Sight, Michael I see it clear as day

We didn't choose you at random.

This world isn't quite what you think it is

He knows nothing of the days. He barely knows the truth about himself.