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A number. There is one for every life which ever was or ever will be.

And like most lives, they wait for a moment, the moment...

when we'll be sent on its journey back toward the yellow sun.

Approaching the sun brings definitive change.

It will never again be the same.

Appearing in our skies, it is believed to be the prophecy of extraordinary events.

The birth of kings.

The death of empires.

After centuries, or millennia, the journey must end.

Perhaps smothered by its own dust,

the dark, soulless body continues eternally through space and time.

It may disintegrate and crumble into inconsequential rubble.

Or it may be lost forever, crashing, burning into the yellow sun.

And tonight as I look into the sky and it looks back on me,

I want to know which am I.

I need to know.

Is this the beginning of the journey...

or the end?

- I'll get the car. - Want to leave her with me?

No, I'll put her in and let her sleep.

Caught you red-handed in the act of not smiling.

But I'm willing to let you keep the evidence

in exchange for a small donation to the Church of Millennial Consciousness.

I'm waiting for my husband to help me with the luggage.

But, you see, our church is not content to wait.

We're actively spreading enlightenment and education

about the glorious harmonic convergence that will dawn

at the stroke of midnight in the year 2001.

The white zone is for the loading and unloading of passengers only.

All unattended vehicles will be towed by the airport authorities.

There are my bags.

Please?

Bless you. We will hold a special place for you at the millennium.

Sure.

What...

My...

Catherine.

Would you care for a copy of our literature today?

She's drunk.

Catherine?

Is my wife in there? Tall, brown hair, black sweater.

Lo siento. No hablo ingl�s.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Airport police.

You have reached the Seattle/Tacoma Airport information line. For flight information...

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

- Stop! My daughter's in the back. - Daddy!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Daddy!

I have reason to believe that my wife has been...

Alert Seattle PD, Detective Geibelhouse. We have a 10-18, probable abduction.

Do it!

I thought she was drunk. She was being held by a man smaller than her -

dark hair, goatee, sideburns.

Attention, parking attendants. Code four.

Do not allow passage of a male Caucasian, late 20s,

approximately 5'6", goatee, sideburns, sunglasses.

Possibly accompanied by an incapacitated female,

Caucasian, mid-30s, brown hair.

Consider suspect armed and dangerous. Alert supervisor upon contact.

Hey.

Here.

Daddy, where's Mommy? Let's go home.

He's out. We have to establish a roadblock on the 509.

If he gets to the I-5, he's gone.

Daddy, I wanna go home.

Daddy, I wanna go home now!

- We'll see, honey. - No, I wanna go home now!

- Jordan! - I'll watch her, Mr Black.

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.

He's definitely off the airport grounds.

Reports of a blue Chevy truck.

Daddy, I wanna go home now.

I have to go to the roadblock.

- I'll take her home, Frank. - It's OK.

- Peter, how did you know... - Let's go.

Stop here.

Catherine.

Good evening, sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to pull over to your right.

- Evening, Officer. - License?

- Just a routine inspection, sir. - Sir, would you pop this hood, please?

Come on, let's go.

All right, move along.

- Drive on. - We're OK.

All right, sir, you can move it on ahead. Thank you very much.

Unit Union Seven, we copy.

Canadian border checkpoints have been notified.

APBs down the coast to San Diego, east to Billings.

- The Bureau... - Pete.

I've known this dangerous level of anger.

I mean, with everything.

I've never felt so helpless.

That's why the Millennium Group is here, Frank.

Why it always has been.

Frank. Jordan wants you.

Sweetheart.

Do you remember when we talked about being sorry?

I'm very sorry for yelling at you at the airport.

I was wrong.

I love you very much.

- There's something we need to talk about. - Hey, Dad.

There's angels over there.

Good night.

Hey, turn 'em off, man!

Turn 'em off! Your headlights. It'll take my eyes forever to readjust.

What's so important you need to see out here?

The comet, man. Look.

Haven't you heard about it?

Brother, if the Mariners didn't win, I don't bother with the news.

Oh, man. You should hear about this. This is important.

Why's that?

Its scientific name is P/1997 Vansen-West.

We discovered it about six months ago, but it's always been there.

Always. Its orbit is nearly a thousand years old. The millennium comet.

Last couple of times around it could only be seen near equatorial locations,

so all the great civilizations missed it, but it was there.

It was there.

The Mayans saw it, just before a plague wiped out half their civilizations.

The Sailendra kingdom saw it just before Tangkuban Perahu erupted.

Sounds to me like you might be making some of this up.

Make it up? No, man, no.

It's right there. Each night, appearing in Gemini, the Twins.

Yeah. Look, look, look.

You can see it has two tails.

Just in time for the year 2000. That's weird, huh?

- You think it's some kind of omen, do you? - Yeah, I know it is.

You see, we're being told that we have a choice in the millennial outcome.

One path, or the other.

Oh, look. Says the Seahawks are gonna win the AFC West.

That's funny.

Now, son. What is it you're really doing out here?

I'm just taking some pictures. That's it.

Nothing's gonna come out taking pictures of a comet with that thing.

Thanks for the pointer, Officer.

I smell bacon, I smell pork. Run, little piggy. I have a fork.

I guess deep down I knew this hour would come.

Thought I did everything I could to stop this from happening.

What did I overlook? What could I have done?

And now, what must I sacrifice to have her back safe?

- Sacrifice? - Yeah.

- Do you know why I have three daughters? - No.

When we got married I told Barbara, "Two kids, tops."

So we had our two. Girls.

And I love Taylor and Erin more than I could ever say.

But I wanted a boy, for reasons that I don't have to explain to another guy.

So we gave it a whirl. Had Chelsea.

I started to think, and then believe,

that fate or God or whatever had something against me.

So we thought we'd give it one more try.

This was back in '85. I was working with the Bureau in Syracuse.

We got a call one day, out in Solvay.

Some kids found a cooler, like you'd take camping or on a picnic,

floating in Onondaga Lake.

Inside, the body of a four-month-old boy.

No head, no arms.

Just so whoever could fit the body inside.

A tiny, harmless little boy.

And here I was. I'd have given anything to be the father of a son. Anything.

So, somehow, I came to believe that if I could find the monster,

the evil that did this,

that I would be rewarded with a son.

You can imagine how tough it was with no possible description.

The body was severely decomposed, no witnesses.

But I went at it every single day.

Any lead, any trace, year after year.

In the meantime, I wouldn't let Barbara get pregnant

and I couldn't tell her why because this was my secret pact with God.

But she was getting older and time was going by for both of us to have this last child.

And I asked myself, "What did I do wrong? What did I overlook?"

And it got to the point where I said that I would sacrifice having a son

if I could find who did this to my boy.

So that's why I have three daughters.

And the pact you made?

I'm still keeping up my end. I can't speak for who I made it with.

But I'm starting to wonder if you can sacrifice one thing to get another.

I know there's a price to be paid.

It's getting late.

Maybe you should check in on your girls.

Hoo-hah.

I'd say that was a bit more exciting than a ride on the Matterhorn.

And you didn't even have to wait in line.

But now is the wait.

Yeah. Now we wait.

For what?

For what?

No.

For whom.

Ooh, yeah! Get him, Mr Sunshine!

Take your stinking paws off of me, you damn dirty ape.

- You know this guy, Dickey Bird? - Frank!

- I've never seen him before, Monsieur Noir. - Frank!

- Nice surprise. - I sent these guys down here.

You know DB. This is Brian Roedecker, a systems specialist working for the Group.

You fractured my hyoid.

- Anything new? - No.

I had these guys download some information and add a security system to your computer

that might give us a direction.

- Security system? - We installed a VAS 16/24A to your desktop.

Files originating from and designated compartmentalized by the Millennium Group

can only be opened by an encoded phrase from your unique vocal signature.

This a new policy?

You are ready to receive more sensitive materials.

When a file is designated compartmentalized,

double-click this icon, speak clearly into the microphone

and say, "Soylent green is people."

- Couldn't he just say his name? - He could.

I was under the impression that security was the priority.

"Soylent green is people" is not only a reference to the last great American film,

and therefore unlikely to be cracked by a hacker attempting random code phrases,

but the six-syllable pattern encompasses each frequency unique to Mr Black,

therefore rendering replication nearly impossible and thus security foolproof.

Soylent green is people.

Guys.

Better they're on our side than the other.

That's him.

His name, his alias, his history, everything.

You've had this for a while.

You gave it to the Seattle police and to the Bureau. Why not to me?

Why not to me, Peter?

Frank, you're a good man and you're an exceptional candidate.

But the Millennium Group is involved in an unprecedented arena,

and we're gonna make mistakes for which we will not apologize.

The Group feels you should know his interest in you is because of our interest in you.

That's all I can tell you now. But we'll be pulling out the stops to find him.

You have this information now.

Set aside your anger and point us in the right direction

by getting deeper than you ever have before into a man's head.

But not his soul.

For your sake, not his soul.

He is working very hard to find you.

Me. Us.

You are so lucky...

Cathy...

to have someone who loves you.

I think... no, I know Frank would die for you.

You think?

Cathy?

Would you die for him?

Would you, could you, in a house?

Would you, could you, with a mouse?

Would you, could you, die for God?

If I told you, Cathy, that all thatjazz you've been hearing so much about,

the throne of God, a sea of glass,

the seven veils, the seven seals, the seven plagues,

the slain lamb with seven eyes and seven thorns...

Fear God and give glory to him, for the hour of his kingdom has come.

And the beast of the sea and the beast of the land cast into a lake of fire.

And then...

to live and reign with Christ for a thousand years of peace and love.

If I told you, Cathy,

that I know that Frank will know it is all true,

would you die, be beheaded,

for your witness to the word of God?

So that your little daughter,

your beautiful little daughter...

Would you die for God then?

Would you? Could you?

Because I won't.

No.

They asked me to but I won't.

They're gonna ask Frank,

and if he's willing to give his life for you,

I know he's willing to give his life for God.

Don't you think, Cathy? But I'm not gonna let him, OK?

Because I am the end. The question that ends here.

I am the first and I am the last.

I am the Alpha and I am the Omega.

I am the beginning and I am the end.

And soon he'll come to understand this as he works to get inside me.

With me his gift is useless.

I don't fit into the serial-killer profile he's come to understand.

No, I am so far beyond.

I wasn't from a broken home.

He'll find no homicidal triad in my childhood,

no setting of fires, no bed-wetting, no cruelty to animals.

I've had a formal education, responsibility, money.

Until recently, not a loner.

He'll work on the principle that behavior reflects personality.

He'll evaluate the criminal act itself, then the specifics of the crime scene,

analyze the victim, which, of course, he knows well,

before attempting the development of a profile with critical-offender characteristics.

This will lead him nowhere, absolutely nowhere,

because until now I've committed no crime.

This is something he's never experienced before.

Frustrated, agonized, angry even,

he'll turn to those torturous photographs I'm so fond of mailing.

He'll consider complex theories

regarding grandiose subtypes of delusional disorder

or even photographic paraphilia, blah-blah-blah.

Ultimately he will sense none of it applies.

Then, once his search turns away from me and you,

his gift will point him in the right direction.

He'll understand this is all about him.

The profile will become about him: who he is, who he'll be, who he's been.

It was the house we lived in before moving to work with the Minneapolis Bureau.

Records show the house was purchased two weeks after we returned to the area.

The current owner's whereabouts are unknown.

Although observing the location

and witnessing no evidence applicable to a search warrant,

I believe they are there.

Federal agents! We're entering with suspicion of mortal danger to Catherine Black.

Go, go, go!

- Come on, let's move! - Nothing here.

- Bedroom clear. - Check the attic.

- Living room clear. - Nothing in the kitchen.

Bathroom clear.

Upstairs clear.

Long after the others have given up and gone home to their yellow houses,

he'll stay,

because he senses,

because he knows something is there.

And he'll find it. He'll find the answer.

And he'll find the question.

- Watts. - Found him. Positive.

Frank, after today the police will be reluctant. I'd need time to get some people together.

Frank, you've waited this long. Let's do it right.

Can't you wait a few hours longer?

He's only doing what we should have done by now.

Help him.

Catherine.

- Is he down here? - Jordan.

- What? - Jordan is down here.

There.

She's dead.

She's home. She's safe.

Frank!

You think you know me, Frank. But you don't them.

Mike? Did you get their statements?

Here you go, sir.

Mr and Mrs Black,

what happened here tonight is that Mr Black, with undeniable evidence,

fearing for the life of his abducted wife and the security of his family,

was placed in grave jeopardy and forcibly defended his own life,

thus subsequently eliminating any further concern for his family's well-being.

Yes, sir.

- Mommy! - Come here.

I missed you. I'm so glad you're back.

Hey, Mom.

There was angels over there, but now they're gone.

I don't know yet if it was wrong, what you did.

Neither do I.

And I'm not ungrateful, Frank, because I wanted him dead.

But I feel like you lost something.

Sacrificed something for the safety of Jordan and me.

And I need time.

We need time...

and distance...

to know if we can ever get it back again.

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