All language subtitles for The.Prophets.Game.2000.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

God, why are you punishing me?

With red on his head,
he uses a gun.

With green on his chest,
he uses a sword.

Who is it?

Joey, we're not supposed to be
playing the prophet's game.

Adele!

What?

"With red on his head,
he uses a gun...

With green on his chest,
he uses a sword."

- what's the answer?
- I don't want to get
in trouble.

Come on, he's not here.

Elizabeth Taylor.

No, dummy.
It's a man.

Oh.

John Wayne?

No, Errol Flynn.
Remember "Robin hood"?
"Custer"?

Red player, you've missed
too many questions.

You're out of the game.

Don't be a baby, Adele.

You can still be
the blue player,
and the green player.

I don't like this game.
It's too hard.

No, it's not.
Come on, keep playing.

Joseph Matthew Highsmith,
what did I tell you
about that game?

I told you to throw
that thing away, didn't I?

- Didn't I?!
- Yes, sir.

What's it doing out?

I just...

You thought you was gonna
get away with something.

- didn't you?!
- No, sir.

Don't sit there
and lie to me, boy.

I'll skin you alive.

Stop it, or I'll give you
something to cry about, Missy.

Give me that game.

Give it to me!

When I tell you to do something,
you better damn well do it!

You think you're smart,
hiding this from me?

You think nobody's watching you?

God is watching you!

He's judging you
for your sins...

For this...

What the hell is this?

What is it?

Idolatry, sir.

"Thou shalt have
no other god before me."

And this thing, it's evil.

Nothing but evil
will ever come of it.

This is it.
It's over.

No more!

No, stop it!
You're killing them!

You're killing them!
I hate you! I hate you!

Why, you little...!

Mommy, make him stop!

Joseph... he's been hurt!
Let me go and look at him!

Do not coddle that boy, Rose.

You're gonna lead him
on a path straight to hell!

No! He's a good boy,
Joseph!

It is your boy, Rose, your boy.

He's a goddamned monster,
and everyone knows it.

And everyone knows
what he did to that dog.

No! He didn't
do that.

He killed him, Rose.
He killed him.

He cut him into pieces,

and stuck his head
on the fence post.

Your boy.
Your boy, Rose.

No, it's not true!

What the hell
is he gonna cut up
next, huh?

I just wonder
what he's gonna
cut up next.

I'm gonna get you!
You better hurry...

Hurry, hurry!
You better hurry...

You better hurry...
uh-oh...

Where did she go?
Where is she, now?

Oh, oh, oh...
I got you!

I got you.

Just a second, honey.

What's the matter?

Oh, Vincent...

Oh, my god.

Do grandpa a favor...

Pick up all your toys
before daddy gets here,
all right?

- okay.
- Okay.

I'm gonna see grandma.

♪ Flashback...
Two hearts romancing ♪

♪ all those nights
of ecstasy ♪

♪ how can I be sure
it's you? ♪

♪ I want so much
to move across the floor ♪

♪ so I can touch you

♪ but then, I hesitate

♪ a voice inside of me
say, "stop" ♪

♪ but it's too late...

You should see the flowers
he sent me. They're gorgeous.

Yeah. He sends me something
every day.

Yeah. I want this guy
to produce all my records.

There's somebody at the gate.
I'll call you back, okay?

Bye-bye.

Who is it?

Messenger.
I have a package for...

Luna Wells?

Hello?

The game has begun.

Who is this?

The time may have
dulled your mind, detective,

but surely you remember me.

Did you get my postcard?

Look, I don't know
what kind of joke

you're trying to pull here...

You don't believe?
Luna Wells does.

You may went to send
someone to fetch her.

- she's ruining the carpet.
- Who the hell is this?

You'll have to find me
for the answer.

You know where to begin.

I'll have them leave
the light on for you.

Los Angeles. I need the number
of the police department.

I'm standing at the front yard
of the murder victim's home.

The LAPD has not yet commented
on the situation,

but one thing is for sure...

Luna Wells' murder
could not have happened

at a worse time for them.

A recent report
alleged corruption

and incompetence
within the department,

and resulted in the removal
of police chief Michael Devein,

and several other
top ranking personnel.

This has been
a very tragic evening.

This is Carol Stone, Kady.
Back to you, Frank.

Yeah, we're watching
the news now.

- He left us your number.
- My number?

- it was on her arm in blood.
- Oh, no.

Why would he do that?

I don't know why
he would leave my number.

We had a series of these murders

a few years ago, but...

We got the guy.

The number belongs
to a guy in Seattle.

- He's a retired detective.
- What's the connection?

He was the guy that brought down

that serial killer
a couple of years ago.

"Little Jack"?

Yeah. He seems to think
we've got a copycat.

He thinks?

You know the story, chief.
We don't exactly have

all of Luna Wells
down in the morgue.

I don't want anyone
to find out about it, either.

- Not until we're ready.
- I understand.

I don't want to be judged
on how you handle this, Walter.

This isn't going to turn
into some feeding frenzy
for the press.

I want this handled
quickly and quietly.

Yes, sir, we're on top of it.

I've got the lab analyzing
trace evidence from the scene,

and we're checking to verify
if she filed any reports

having to do with crazed fans
or ex-boyfriends.

You're not going
to let me down, Walter.

I'm the only reason
you're still here.

Chief.

Yeah, what is it?

Captain, these just
came in from Seattle.

It gets worse.

It's not him.

Alan, why are we not
registered at Robinson's?

Did I or did I not
give you a list

of things to do two weeks ago,
and asked you to do it?

Yes, but listen...

just protract the facts,
all right?

I was going to go down there
and register with them,

but Renee said I could
register online.

Uh-huh.

What did you do
with that information?

Nothing.

Look. You don't want
to get married? Fine.

- Barb, I'm doing it.
- Fine. With me.

Barb, I'm doing it.
I'm doing it.

Barb, now, honey,
come here, sweetheart.
It's all right.

Just calm yourself down.
Have a seat here.

I say uncle Lew's
going to take real
good care of you.

What do you want?

Nothing, nothing,
you just relax.

Barb...
Barbstress...

- Luna Wells.
- I know nothing.

Come on, Barb, come on.

Did you see her?
What did he do to her?

- I'm not telling.
- Come on!

- Barb, come on.
- I can't.

Do you promise
not to tell a single soul?

Yes!

Oh, Lewis, you are such a liar.

I love it when you do that.

- He cut off her foot.
- Ohh! Ooh!

But you did not hear that.

That has not been released
to the press... Lewis!

- Alan...?
- What?

- I don't hear you typing.
- I've got to check my email.

See if I got my next clue
for "the prophet's game."

By the way, Lewis,
you owe me 20 bucks.

You missed 6 questions,
and you're out of the game.

We are so headed for a divorce.

Wait a minute.
Wait a cotton-picking minute.

What did you do, make a bet
with the other players, too?

You're not getting
20 bucks from me.

You're the prophet,
that's why you keep getting
all the answers right.

Yeah, the loser's always
suspicious, isn't he?

I did not get them all right.
I missed just this last one,

so did green, we were tied.
You, on the other hand,

are out, and you owe me
20 bones.

I'm not paying you 20 bones.
I'm not paying.

It was not an official bet.

I didn't even want to play
in the first place.

I don't even know anything
about famous dead people,

which I clearly stated
when we started this.

Besides, I know this is a scam.

Oh, yeah! Yeah, it's you
and Lyle, isn't it?

No, I'm telling you,
I don't know who the prophet is.

Well, it's obviously
somebody here on campus.

I mean, you're posting
all the answers on the board.

Why don't you just
email them back?

Yeah, Alan, why don't we
just email them back, huh?

Because that's what
the rules said. I don't know.

You don't know?
Why don't I just go
find Lyle, and ask him?

Hah? Hah?

Have a little conversation
with your scam buddy? Yeah.

It is just a game.
Will you relax?

The words of a guilty man, Barb.

- I want my 20 bones.
-
Shut up, Alan.

- I want my 20 bones.
- Shut up, Alan.

Aw, come on...

And now our host,
Brent Moore.

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen,

this is Brent Moore.

We have got a great show
for you this evening.

Ms. Carol Collins is here,

and Lidel Jones,
the king of country himself,

so stay right where you are...

Ow-ww! Ugh!

Alan...!

Alan? Come on,
this is not funny!

Alan?

Oh, shit, that's great.
Son of a bitch.

Alan, come out.

Alan!

Oh, man!

Yah-hh!

Hey, Renee.
What are you doing?

- Hey. Where's Lewis?
- He's not here?

No. Do you know
where he is?

- I don't know.
- You live with him, don't you?

I stayed at Barb's last night.

I lent him my overhead sheets
for professor Hartwig's class,

and he swore to me that he would
have them back today.

If you see him, tell him
he is in deep shit with me.

Lewis, you are
in big trouble.

You are such...

Lewis?

Somebody shut the power off.

So he comes down
these stairs, and...

I don't know,
tripped over
the coffee table,

and hit his head?

No...

No, this place was a mess.
Somebody would have called us

if he was in the hospital,
wouldn't they?

Have you checked your machine?

Hi, honey, it's mom.

Will you please come over
early on Sunday?

Your father thinks
he's going to set up

Nathan's swing set
all by himself.

See you then. Bye, hon.

Hi, bro', it's Dillon.

Rhonda says not to buy Nathan
any army toys for his birthday.

Why don't you just pick him up
some lipstick, or a dress?

I'll see you Sunday.

All right.
Don't panic.

Just relax.
Drink your beer.

Somebody will call.

What?

What is it?

It's my clue
for the prophet's game.

Let me see.

"I am the creator.
I call the warriors together.

I know the secrets in the water.

Are you afraid to die?

Or will you come again
with the king?"

I don't know.

How does this guy know
where I live?

I don't know.

Hello?

Detective Swan?

Who's calling?

Chief of police, Robert bowman.
I'm returning your call.

I didn't call you.

Apparently somebody thinks
you should have.

I don't know what you have on
your schedule for tomorrow...

But I'd like you come to
the station, if you don't mind.

What did you do
with the postcard?

I threw it away.
It didn't mean
anything to me.

Until I got the phone call.

Did he ask you to come?
Is that why you're here?

We didn't ask you here to pry
into your personal affairs,
detective...

But I assume that's why
he left your number behind.

Obviously, he's trying to get us
to make a connection

with the "little Jack" murders.

Yeah, he's trying...

But we got that guy.

No, you got a guy.

It's not like
he made it to trial.

You said you were the only
person there that day,

yet you claim that
you don't remember anything.

Is that right?

Yeah. Yeah.

You don't recall anything?

No, not really.

I mean, just bits and pieces.

Not much.

I took a pretty good
blow to the head.

You're lucky to still be here.

Yeah.

I'm willing to go with the fact
that we're probably

dealing with a copy cat here,
but I'm curious, though...

How did this Johnny-come-lately
find out about the game?

It was a front page story.

They had it all in print.

Except the clues.

They were never really
published.

Listen...

I think he left that message
for me to call you.

Now, that tells me
he wants you here,

and he knows where you are.

I'm certain he'll try
to contact you...

So, I'd like to run
a tap on your phone.

I'd also like to bring you
into the station.

Strictly a desk job for now.

What do you think?

I think I'm retired.

Well, sleep on it...

And I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bob, you can't be serious.

Jesus Christ, you know
what this guy did in Seattle.

So does he.
He doesn't have amnesia,
that's a line of shit.

This guy is dangerous,
I don't want him here.

That's exactly why I do,

and I want you
to keep an eye on him.
Get him a baby-sitter.

Who the hell am I
supposed to get?

Find someone.

What about that gal they
just shifted over from vice?

Frances...

Yeah, I could do that.

I want you to make sure
she keeps him busy.

I don't want a vigilante
on my street.

Hello?

How did it go
at the station?

Did they ask for your help,

or do they know
about your mistake?

- I didn't make a mistake.
-
You made a ghost...

And I'm more powerful
than I've ever been.

I see everything now.

You will believe.

You're so much smarter
than they are.

Use them to find me.

I want you to.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you again.

Why don't you come and see me?

That's not how
the game is played.

You will have to wait your turn.

The first game started
about 10 years ago,

on a bulletin board at a junior
college in Cincinnati, Ohio.

From there it moved to Chicago,
Las Vegas, and then Seattle.

In the beginning
the police didn't realize

that their local celebrity
murders were connected

to their missing persons list.

Not even after they found
the first contestant gravesite.

Why? Well, there were no
similarities between them.

All the celebrities
had a consistent M.O...

Severe beatings,
and excessive stab wounds.

All the victims
were killed on the spot,

and no attempts were made
to conceal the crime scene.

Each of the victims
was dismembered,

and those particular
body parts...

Well, they left the crime scene
with the killer.

Like Luna Wells.

Yeah, but the contestants
were different.

He kidnapped them.
He kept them alive for a while.

Apparently he wanted to form
some kind of a bond with them.

But he did eventually kill them,

and this is where
they ended up. Right here.

When he started to surface,
the police realized

that both sets of murders
were connected.

But by that time

Cincinnati had dubbed their
celebrity killer "little Jack."

"Little Jack the ripper."

The FBI issued
a generic profile...

- White male, between 25 and 35.
-
Excuse me, captain?

Yeah?

That's not the guy
we're looking for, right?

This is a copycat, isn't it?
What's his profile?

I wouldn't be surprised
if it was the same.

Captain, what about the game?

Will it be the same?
Do we even know if there is one?

If he's really mimicking
"little Jack," yeah...

Probably it will be the same.

This is how it will go.
There will be five contestants.

Each contestant
will have a symbol.

They'll have a number
or a color.

More than likely it'll start
on a college campus,

somewhere out in the open,
because he needs to see

who his contestants are.

He also needs to be able
to follow them.

The more he knows about them,

the more he can
control them later.

Needless to say,
we need to find them.

We need to do it quickly,
quietly... and no press.

You think he's already started
eliminating the contestants?

I think it's possible...
more probable every day
that he's out there.

This gentleman in the back
is retired Seattle detective,
Vincent Swan.

He worked the real McCoy.

Chief Bowen has asked him
to stay on, so he'll be in here

with Frances to answer
any questions you might have

about this investigation, okay?

That's it, folks.

Hi. I'm Vincent Swan.

- Frances Aldobrandi.
- Nice to meet you, Frances.

Please, don't call me
"Frances," please.

It's "Aldobrandi."

Okay.

Aldobrandi?

Do you think you could help me
over here for a second?

In a minute.

Can't smoke in here.

This is L.A.

Hey, mother superior...

Print me out a missing persons
report, would you?

Have you got a lead?

Nah. Captain thinks
we might luck out interviewing
the families.

You never know, one of them
might have been playing
the game.

Right.

How's it going there, chief?
You know how to run that thing?

Al, show him how to do it.

- I'm busy right now!
- Come on, give him a break.

All right, I'm out of here.

Got my cell phone
if you need me.

So, what do you want
to know how to do?

Well, I was trying to pull up

Luna Wells' forensic report.

You don't have access to that.

How about the missing
persons report, then?

You don't have access
to that, either.

What do I have access to?

Solitaire.

Oh, what's that?

Card game.

I don't think I was
put here for this.

I think I should be doing
something important.

Frances, this is important.
Trust me on this, please.

But what can he do?

He can't have access
to anything.

I told you I was going
to take care of you,

and you are going to take on
more of an active role.

But right now, I need you
in there with him.

I need to know
what he's thinking,

I need to know
what his state of mind is.

Please.

"Oh, how art thou fallen
from heaven, o Lucifer."

He was clever,
don't you think...

- for a monster?
- What?

"Little Jack."

I'm just reading
some of his clues.

They thought the answers were
all dead celebrities, right?

That's how he tripped them up.

When he switched to live ones,

they were still looking
in the history books.

Yeah.

You think they'd have
caught on eventually.

Oh, they did.

But he had them so scared,

they'd do anything
he wanted them to.

The only reason
they found three bodies

instead of five
in the Seattle grave...

Is because some kids found it,

called it in.
Just luck.

I noticed a "Swan" on the list.

No relation, is it?

She was my daughter.

Oh...

I'm sorry...

I... didn't know.
They didn't tell me.

It's all right.

I'm gonna go outside
for awhile...

And chomp on a cigar.

Frances, you busy?
I need to see you
for a second.

Sure. Shall I bring
my notes?

No. I need you
to run to Manny's

and grab some sandwiches,
we're starving in there.

- You don't mind, do you?
- No.

It's "babysit."

"Baby-sit."

Hyphen.

Which file?

Missing persons report?

"F-8."

Your daughter's name
was on...

Our missing persons report.
Was there any trouble?

There wasn't any foul play
in her disappearance, detective.

She was trying to get away
from her ex-husband.

He filed a report,

but I've spoken to her
on the phone since then.

She's fine.

Thank you.

Hello?

Congratulations,
blue player.

You have reached
phase two of the game.

What?
Who is this?

Do you have your answer?

Lewis...?
Lewis, is this you?

What is your answer,
blue player?

Who is this?

Listen, kid, I don't know
how you got my number,

but don't call me at home, okay?

- give me your answer,
blue player.
- I don't have one.

I'm sorry, I've got too much
going on right now.

I really don't have time
for this.

Tell your dad, or whatever...

That "blue" is out
of the game, okay? Thanks.

He didn't give me an answer.

You know what that means.

No! No, please don't! No!

- You think they enjoyed it?
- Oh, they loved it, Simon.

Didn't you hear
the response?
I'm delighted.

I'm delighted, too,
because, you know

I have a book signing on Friday,

and the Brent Moore show
on Tuesday,

and I am a bit worried.

Do you think the American public

realizing that I'm nothing more
than a dull-witted Englishman

with a very large garden
will affect my book sales?

Wear black, darling.
They will never know
the difference.

Here's my husband now.

Good night, Simon.
Thank you so much

for speaking tonight.
It was a wonderful time.

My pleasure.
Good night, Kathryn.

Good night.

Bloody hell!

Oh, this is rather embarrassing.

You wouldn't happen
to know anything

about changing a tire,
would you?

There must be some trick to it.

Oh, no.

Yeah, it's Swan here.

Drive to the cultural center
in thousand oaks.

You'll find a car
with a flat tire.

It belongs to the author,
Simon Davenport.

If you look closely,
you will find Simon,

although I doubt
you will recognize him.

Why is that?

Are you stalling me, detective?

How long does it take
to trace a call these days?

What are you doing here?

Listen, Swan,

I want to talk to you
about what happened today.

I don't want you to think...

do you know your way
to thousand oaks?

Yeah.

Okay. We're going,
and you're driving.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It's like a fucking
Wes craven movie over there.

Yeah, tell me about it.

He took his head.
Can you believe that?

I know it.

Where's Swan?

Over there,
looking at Davenport.

Get him out of there.

Why did you bring him here?

I didn't.
He brought me.

What are we going
to tell the press?

- We're not.
- What?

Look, take his car

and park it someplace where
it can sit for a few days.

Let somebody on patrol find it.

Take his watch,
his wallet, his rings,

anything else that can help
identify him.

He's going in as a John Doe.

I wouldn't do that.

Come here.

I'm only going to say this once.

You mind your own
fucking business,

and don't you ever
second-guess me

in front of my team again,
you got it?

I was just going to say...

no, I'm saying
that if the press
gets hold of this,

they are going to have
a field day with it.

Every goddamn psychopath
within 50 miles

is going to be
taking potshots
at celebrities,

and this town
will be shut down.
You understand?

Look, you got people here.

What's going to keep
that paramedic

from telling his wife,
and who's his wife
gonna tell?

I wouldn't do this, Walter.

When internal affairs hears

about this kind of thing,
you know what...

are you threatening me?

This guy is famous.
He's gonna be missed.

I'll handle it.
Keep your mouth shut.

Somebody get this blood
cleaned up.

Nothing happened here.

You ready to go?

Frances, get him out of here.

Yes, sir!

Quit calling me
"Frances."

He can't do this.
This is illegal.
He knows it.

Are you backing him in this?

He's just trying
to buy a little time.

He's just...

You know...

Even good people make
terrible mistakes sometimes.

Is that what he says to you?
That I made a mistake?

No, I was just...

I know what your job is.

You think you got to play
the game to get ahead?

Let's just go.

No...

I'll catch a cab.

Look...

I don't know what you think
is going on,

but I'm not
your confidante, okay?

You have something
to get off your chest?

Go tell a priest.

I have no intention
of risking my job for you.

Stop, stop.

Hello?

Blue player...

You have forfeited your answer

for this round of the game.

It will be marked against you.

Who is this?

From now on, you will play
by the rules.

You have to finish the game.

No! I'm out.
Okay?

Alan, play the game.

Lewis?

Just play the fucking game.

Lewis, where are you?
I'm calling the police.

No! Don't call
the police, Alan.

Please...
he'll kill me.

- Just play the game.
- Where are you?

I'm calling the police
right now.

He's with me.
We are watching you, Alan.

I see you in the living room,

I see you in the bagel shop
on your way to work.

I stood next to you
Sunday mornings at the gym.

I know everything
about you, Alan.

Everywhere you go,
everyone you talk to.

I will know if you tell,

and I will kill Lewis if you do.

- do you understand?
- Yes.

There's nothing.
It's a bad address.

It's got to be a screen
for something else.

Honey, you have
to go to the police.

Barb, I can't.
He's gonna kill him

if he finds out
I've said anything.

I'm gonna have to keep playing
until I figure out what to do.

What is there to figure out?

Barb... will you just
let me think, please?

Game... oh...

Alan? Can I tell you
a secret?

Simon Davenport
won't be speaking
on Friday.

He's dead.

They brought him in last night.

Why is that a secret?

Because...

He was logged in
as a "John Doe."

- Why?
- I don't know.

He was decapitated,
but the police knew
it has him.

Jody told me.

They didn't even
put him in the freezer.

They put him in a hot box
with some sand and dirt,

so that he'd decompose
in his clothes.

What for?

I don't know.

I couldn't ask any questions.
If they found out

that Jody told me anything,
they'd let us both go.

But there's something
going on down there.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Okay, okay...

Listen...

"I am the creator.
I call the warriors together.

I know the secrets in the water.

Are you afraid to die?

Or will you come again
with the king?"

Now...

Look at these books
that he wrote. Match them up.

"I call the warriors together."

"Gathering
of the tribes."

"I know the secrets
in the water."

"Dredge the lake."

"Are you afraid to die?"

"Fear of death."

"Or will you come again
with the king?"

"The king shall rise."

Simon Davenport is the answer.

He was not dead when I got this.

And listen...

This is the clue
that I got before it.

"A lady in scarves
comes not from the east...

Too fair of face on their sands.

She is the moon by which
the moth navigates.

Yet, cast your eyes down.
She ends in deep waters."

I don't know.

Barb...

"A lady in scarves
comes not from the east"?

Who's got a CD out right now?
She wears veils in her posters.

Luna Wells.

This is the guy
that killed her, Barb.

That's why it's called
"the prophet's game."

He's predicting his next murder.

Get it?

He's telling us.
He's telling the players.

He's giving us a chance
to save them.

- We're calling the police.
- No, no, no, no.

No.

That's why he took Lewis.
So I'll be quiet,

and I'll keep playing.

- What is the point?
- It's winning.

Maybe if I can win,
I will get him back.

What if you don't win?

What then?

Is he going to come
after you, too?

He knows where you live, Alan.

You have to tell the police.

I will, I will, okay?
Just... not yet.

Let me play it out for a while.

I've only missed two,

I'm in better shape
than most of the other players.

How do you know?

Do you know who any
of the other players are?

They're all here on campus,
right?

What if one of them knows
who the prophet is?

So just relax.
Everything's going
to be okay.

All right?
Okay.

I'll see you.

He resides in Seattle.

Your story begins there.

Okay, Vincent Swan.

Like the bird, right?

That is correct.

I'm sorry, I didn't get
your name.

Hello?

Mrs. Garcia?

Before Jeff disappeared,
did he mention

a game to you
that he was playing?

What kind of game?

A trivia game,

something that he would have
picked up somewhere.

You mentioned
that he was a student

at Sierra vista university?

Yes...
I don't remember.

Once, he showed me a little poem

on an orange piece of paper,

but it didn't rhyme or anything.

I thought it was for one
of his poetry classes.

Do you still have that?

No.

But you think that he
got it at the school?

Yeah, I think so.

Thank you, you're very helpful,
Mrs. Garcia.

Thank you.

So, Jeff Garcia's wife...

Said that he was playing
something on campus...

When he disappeared.
This could be it.

What were you doing
talking to Garcia's wife?

Where did you get
the missing persons list?

- Off the computer.
- Not yours.

Who gave you their password?

I figured it out.

What's the matter?
This could be a contestant.

You wouldn't have
found this if it was.

"Little Jack" would
have pulled it down

before anyone had
a chance to see it.

This isn't
"little Jack."

Bullshit.
You know it is.

You wouldn't be here
if it wasn't.

You came looking
for the right guy this time.

I got the right guy.

You don't have a fucking clue
who you got.

And you had no business being
up there in the first place.

It wasn't your case.

They pulled you off it,
because they knew

they couldn't trust you
with the suspect.

- That's not true.
- Why did he end up dead?

Don't sit there and tell me
that you don't remember,

because I know that you do.

Are you calling me a liar?

You were a cop, Swan.
Your job was to uphold the law,

not take it into your own hands.

You fucked that up.

You raced up to that gravesite

before anyone else
had a chance to get there.

When you found your daughter
was in it, you lost it,

you went out and grabbed
the first person you could find,

and you beat him to death.

That's bullshit.

That son of a bitch
murdered my daughter...

And they knew she was dead
before I ever found her.

That's why they took me
off the case...

And that is the only reason.

Any department would
have done the same.

Don't sit there like you've
got something over my head.

Damn it, I almost ate it
that day.

What do you want
from me, a medal?

I thought they gave you
one of those

before they booted your ass out.

I retired.

Why is that?

Did your friends threaten
to stop lying for you?

Did they set that fire
to cover your ass,

or did you do it
when you found out
you killed the wrong man?

Which one was it?

I didn't set the fire.

How would you know?
You don't remember.

Aldobrandi, get in here.

- She didn't do anything.
- I'll make sure she doesn't.

Now, your place in my department

is behind a desk, period.

You are not to be
involved with anything

outside of that room,
do you understand me?

Is anyone gonna meet that kid?

That is not your business.

If I find you anywhere
near that Marina,

I will personally
shove your ass on
a plane back home.

You got it?
That's it. Get out.

Yes, sir?

Close the door, and sit down.

Frances...

I think it's time
we get you more involved.

Lone white male, 5'8",

blue jacket, baseball cap.

Looks like he's waiting
on someone.

All right, Frances, you're in.

You wouldn't happen
to know where

"the prophet's game"
is moored, would you?

Simon Davenport
isn't missing, he's dead.

He's been dead for a week,

and the police have known it
the whole time.

That's not a contestant.
Get the son of a bitch.

- which player are you?
- I'm blue.

I'm blue.

Police! Stop!

Goddamn it, Swan!

Officer down!

Damn it!

Sorry.

Damn!

Hello, blue player.

Do you have your answer?

Tell me your answer,
blue player.

You have an answer, don't you?

I don't have it with me.

- Do you forfeit?
- No. No.

Ryan...
Ryan Davidson.

Blue player, you are wrong.

You motherfucker.

- What happened?
- Nothing, I'm fine.

- It was just stupid...
- What is it?

No, no, no.
It's dumb.

What the hell
are you doing here?

What the hell are you doing?

You just lost that contestant.

That wasn't a contestant,
goddamn it.

Since when does the LAPD

start running around
with their guns out?

Chasing innocent bystanders?

What are you gonna do,
to shoot him for loitering?

We don't kill
innocent people.
That's your job.

It was the guy.
He knew about Davenport.

I could give any paramedic
50 dollars

and find out about Davenport.

Get your ass out of here.
I want you out.

How long do you think
you will keep that a secret?

You say one word...
one more fucking word,
and you're out.

Fuck you!

You son of a bitch,
you're off this case.

Don't want to see you
anywhere near my people!

Are you okay, All?

You think maybe you
should go see a doctor?

No, but maybe you should
if the captain finds you here.

Nah, he wasn't serious.

Don't bet on it.

Why? Did he say
something to you?

No. God... what is it
with you two?

You think you're breaking
new ground here,

going for each other's
throat all the time?

I can rent that stuff
off any shelf

at the video store.
Just get over yourselves,

and quit trying
to drag me into it.

Didn't bust my butt for 12 years

to make homicide
so I could end up a spy.

- I'm a lousy spy.
- Oh, I know.

You get great
sandwiches, though.

Thanks.

That's why I was there today.
He thinks I'm a double agent.

He just wants to get
my loyalty back.

And even if I can convince him
he never lost it,

he's never going
to trust me again.

I can talk to him.

Oh, yeah!

You defending me.

He'll know
we're in cahoots, then.

Hey, are we?
Come on.

I thought I told you to get out.

What part of that
don't you understand?

I want to talk to you.

Get out.

Just give me a minute.

You got two fucking
seconds before I find myself

a good reason
to have you arrested.

You go ahead and arrest me.

Cuff him.

Back off, Princess.

You...

get your tap
off my fucking phone!

Excuse me.

Mr. Jones, did you...?

Si no me hubieras
hecho El daño que...

Oh, damn it.

Damn it.

What the fuck do you want,

you miserable piece of shit?

I was careless.

I've ruined the surprise.

Well, I got a surprise for you.
I'm out of here.

You can play your little game
all by your fucking self.

You can't leave now.

We've almost reached the end,

and you're such an important
part of the game.

Why should I stay?
You haven't showed me
anything new.

You're just a cheap, knock-off,

murder-of-the-month,
copycat killer.

Oh, you still don't believe.

What can I say?

Say goodbye, you...

Twisted fuck!

She wore a silver class ring
with a blue stone.

It wasn't hers.

It belonged to a friend
who killed herself in '86.

She never took it off.

She asked me to Bury her
with it.

She thought it would be easier
for you to identify her.

God...!

Oh, my god!

Swan...?

Swan?

Don't come in here, al.

Are you all right?

Swan, I want to talk
to you a minute.

Why?
Did Walter send you?

- Wearing a wire?
- No.

Want to frisk me?

Swan, I'm not against you.

I just want to know
what's really going on.

I want you to tell me.

What you remember
about that day?

Where are my fucking cigars?

You know what I remember?

Rage.

All-out fucking rage.

I see Nancy in the grave...

And then I see him,
I think it's him.

I don't know, it's just
a picture in my head.

I don't know who he is.

Then afterwards
there's nothing
left of him,

it's just a pile of ashes.

Did you set the fire?

I don't know.

Maybe I did.
Maybe...

Maybe I knew
I had made a mistake.

Maybe that's why
it's never set right
with me.

That was my "d" day.

I should have walked away
from there...

Knowing what I'm made of,

knowing what kind of man I am.

I mean, I walked in there
thinking that I knew.

But...

I sure as hell don't know now.

You really don't know
what happened that day?

I fucked up, Al.

I fucked up.

It wasn't him.

He was a perfect
substitute, though.

Nothing came up on him,

nobody came to claim him,
he didn't work for anyone,

his landlord didn't
know who he was...

He just said
he was "weird."

That was enough for them.
Case closed, here's your medal.

But I didn't deserve it...

Because it wasn't him.

Fuck!

Where the fuck are my cigars?!

Here.

Oh, great.
Thanks.

So...

I should have known.

Actually, I knew
when I got the postcard.

Yeah, I knew.

I should have died
with that poor bastard.

Swan...

I can't say I know how you feel,

I do know that everything
happens for a reason.

You just got to have faith

that god is going somewhere
with all this.

Well, let me tell you...

how much faith I have
in god right now.

You don't have to.

I've got enough to carry
both of us for a while.

Don't you help me...

god forbid.

God forbid.

It's so hot.

Here.

How did you do that?

That's broke.

You're going to make
the same mistake you made
before...

If you continue this
on your own.

But...

You're going to do it anyway...

So I might as well help you.

Listen, you can't help me.

Don't argue with me, goddamn it!

You need help.

It doesn't guarantee
you're going to be

the one to catch the bastard,

but I don't see anyone else
out there rushing to your side,

so I suggest you just shut up,

and take whatever you can get.

Does this mean...

That we're in cahoots, Al?

I'll call you tomorrow,

after I get out of confession.

Thank you.

Okay.

Here you go.

Internal affairs knows
something's up with Davenport.

So does the press.

Jones' housekeeper is set
to talk about what she knows,

which isn't very much.
She can't even describe the guy.

So what did he take?

He scalped him.
That's all I know.

Okay, well...

Keep your ears open, Al...

And...

Watch your back.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to go back
and get that contestant.

Detective Swan.
Have you heard of
"the prophet's game"?

- No, sir, I haven't.
- I'm sorry.

Have you heard of a game
called "the prophet's game"?

Have you heard of a game
called "the prophet's game"?

I'm detective Swan.

Have you heard of a game
called "the prophet's game"?

- No.
- "Prophet's game"?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you a detective?
- Yes, detective Vincent Swan.

My name is Renee.

Listen, I have a friend.

He's also a T.A. Here,
and he was...

I've seen this game
that you're asking about.

Remember me?

I'm the guy
that chased you
yesterday.

Don't you know
you're supposed to stop

when a police officer
tells you to?

I can't tell you anything.
He's got my friend.

He'll kill him.

Have a seat.

So how did you find the game?

On the Internet.

I got an invitation to play.

I thought it was one
of my co-workers,

because we always posted
our answers here on campus.

I tried to track down
the email address

after I found out
about Simon Davenport,

but it wasn't valid.

He's either disguising it,
or he cancelled it.

How did you know
about Davenport?

My fiancee is an intern
at county.

It's a long story.

But it doesn't matter.
I'm caught, right?

I knew I'd have
to come forward
eventually,

but I wanted to wait
until I was down
to my last clue.

He's my best friend.

I just couldn't give him up.

I don't know anyone else's plan.

I mean, I think
there are five of us.

I'm still in, I think green is.

Orange was out before Lewis.

Lewis was yellow.

Red's probably out now,
he only had one left.

They...

Are they gone, too?

Yeah.

- Are they still alive?
- Yeah, I think so.

Can you guarantee me
the prophet won't find out,

if I tell the police
what I know?

No.

I can't guarantee you
that the police

won't leak something.
To the press,

but I can guarantee you
that I won't.

And if you want me
to stick it out with you,

then you're going to have
to cooperate with me,

which means that you
can't do anything,

and you can't go anywhere

unless I say so.

If you have family here,
stop seeing them.

Your girlfriend, too.

I don't want him
catching you with anyone.

Now...

How many clues...

Have you missed?

Three.
I have three left.

Three?

Good.

Then we still have some time.

You see,
each clue refers to a book

that Simon Davenport wrote.

That's how I finally
figured it out,

but he was already dead by then.

You can't always be 100%.

The main thing is that...

You've stayed in the game
this long, you're good at it,

you're going to buy us
a little extra time.

Captain Mott,
is it true

that you have
Simon Davenport's body?

No comment.

We know that these murders
run parallel to a series

- in five other cities.
- No comment.

Is it true that you contacted
the Seattle detective

who killed the suspect
in those cases?

No comment.

Isn't it possible then,

that the suspect was a victim,
and not the true killer?

Yes.

That's not
what Vincent Swan says.

Oh, boy.
I don't know a Vincent Swan.

Who is Vincent Swan?
That's the question
many want answered.

At the LAPD, Leah Sanders,
back to you.

- Al?
-
Yeah.

Just a minute.

Detective Aldobrandi,

I want you to meet
the blue player.

Hi, Alan Joyce.
I remember you.

I remember you.

Wait till you see him
tackle these clues out.

He kid really knows
what he's doing.

As a matter of fact,
we are gonna

beat the killer
at the game, huh?

I wouldn't put all
your faith on me, all right?

Unfortunately,
you're all we have
right now.

Don't you worry,
you're going to do fine.

Oh, this will help.

"If there are 7, I do 5.

If I do 5, you see 10.

Point me in, and point me out...

Make the 6 move.

I am no more."

It's got to be something
with numbers in it.

Yeah.

Have some kid...

Do a drop and run
to the station.

Maybe some of the guys
can get it.

Hey, guys?

Come here.

I got us some help.
This is Seibert.

Seibert Fullstrom.

Three-time national
crossword champion.

Have I got a puzzle for you.

- Al, you wanna...?
- This is...

Wait, wait.
Shhh.

♪ Deet-da-dway

oh, pharanome.

Pharanome!

I tried to think of that
all day.

Pharanome.
You guys have a puzzle?

Yeah.

You know, there's never been
one I can't solve.

See, the thing is this...

There's a standing offer
in Europe, right?

25,000 dollars for anyone...
anyone...

who can compose 16 bars
of original music...

And no one's ever done it.
No one's ever done it.

You see, there are
no original notes,

and there are
no original thoughts.

If you guys want
to solve the problem...

You've got to start
thinking like the thinker.

Think like the thinker.

It's the best I can do.
See what you can find out.

What do you got?

Well...

Relax.

You're doing fine.

I can do it, I'm just...

I'll get it.

Yeah, I know you will.

Don't answer it.
I'm not ready.

- We've got to.
- Vince...

Just give him what you got.

Wait.
Wait a minute.

Okay, go ahead.

Just be calm, come on.

All right.

Hello?

Hello, blue player.
Do you have your answer?

Yes, but I want to speak
to Lewis first.

I won't ask you again.

Ethan Forrester.

Blue player, you are wrong.

Oh, shit!

You did the best
you could, okay?

No, I didn't.

Wait a second.

I can't do this.

Who am I kidding?
I can't solve these clues.

Of course you can.
You did it before.

No, I didn't.
I cheated.

What?

I stole green player's answers.
He always got them right.

I would just wait
till he put his up,

and then I would copy them down.

Why would you do that?

Because I didn't have any time.

It was just a running joke.
I only played to tease Lewis,

and I didn't want to spoil it.

I wouldn't be here now
if I hadn't cheated,

I'd be where he is.

Why in the hell didn't you
tell me that before?

The only reason you didn't
make me come forward,

is because you thought
I could buy you time, right?

I know I'm doing a shitty job,

but I'm keeping
my best friend alive.

- I'm trying.
- Okay.

People, you're being
ridiculous.

I don't see you
coming up with
anything, "champ."

Seven wonders of the world...

26 letters in the alphabet...

You stop, right?

18 holes on a golf course...

Nine digits
in the social
security...

- This incessant... babbling!
- 4 quarts in a gallon...

- 2 pieces of pie.
- 5 digits in a zip code.

24 hours in a day...
24 hours in a day.

I can have, like,
a moment to think?

Whoa...

Okay.

Hello?

He is with you, Alan.

Who?

If you think it will affect
the outcome of the game,

you are both wrong.

I am the one who determines

who lives and dies.

You have forfeited
your next round of the game.

No. No.
Wait, wait, wait.

Hello?
I just...

shit.
Shit!

Hey...

- Calm down.
- No, you calm down!

It's not anyone you care about
that he's got, it's my friend.

If he dies, it's your fault.

You said he wouldn't find out.

I said I wouldn't tell
the press.

Well, is Lewis still alive?

He isn't, is he?
He's already killed him.

Tell me.

Well, I don't know.
Probably.

Then why the fuck am I playing?

This guy has got more cards up
his sleeve than you know about,

and if he thinks that you're on

to what he did to your friend...

Things are only gonna get
worse for you.

They can't get any worse.

Oh, yes, they can.

Where are you going?

Going out.

No, you're not.

Why not?

He's not coming after me
tonight. You know it.

Why don't you go on back
to your motel?

You don't want to miss his call.

I've got to tell you,
we're not getting

the full story from the LAPD.

Are you saying that the LAPD
is involved in a coverup here?

Brent, I think the cops
have Simon Davenport's body,

and the reason
they are hiding it

is because they don't
want us to know

that there is a serial killer
in our midst,

and it's not just
any serial killer,

it's "little Jack."

Does Vincent Swan
agree with this?

Vincent Swan wouldn't be here

unless he knew
he made a mistake,

and he may well
have known all along,

which is why he was probably
the one that started that fire.

Come on.
He was covering
his proverbial ass.

I couldn't have said it
any better myself.

We'll be back.

"Point me in, point me out...

Make the 6 move."

Hello?

Al, it's Swan.

- It's Brent Moore.
-
What?

Five shows out of
a 7-day week...

- Right?
-
Right.

Two guests on every show,
that makes 10.

Uh-huh...

"Make the 6 move"...
channel 6...

"I am no more."

Not "more"... "Moore."

- M-o-o-r-e.
- Oh, wow.

- Brent Moore.
-
Great.

Great, Swan.

- Yeah?
-
Yeah.

- I'm on it.
- Yeah.

Good night, everybody,
good show.

- Police.
- What's this all about?

We're placing you
in protective custody.

What for?

We'll explain downtown.
Get in the car.

I should never have let him go.

See...

If he thinks that...

Alan tipped off the police
about Moore,

he's going to retaliate
against him.

If we can't find him now,
chances are he can't either.

Hey, Swan...

How many lives
can you save
in a night?

- Does Walter know?
- Yeah.

He thinks I gave you the clue.

He doesn't know
whether to give me
a medal or suspend me.

Well, he'll do it.

- back off for a while.
- No, he won't do it.

He needs all the feathers
in his cap he can get.

Internal affairs
is closing in on him.

Even chief bowman
won't return his calls.

I'm telling you...
Don't push your luck.

Too late.

I'm already on the path.
I have to go where it leads.

It's going to lead
to you losing your job.

Maybe...

But sometimes you just
have to operate on faith.

Faith?

Al, you're in
the wrong profession.

But I've got
a good title for you.

Ready?

"Saint Frances."

- Um-hmm.
- Sorry...

I'm one miracle shy.

Yeah, well, it ain't over yet.

Alan.

I heard.
Congratulations.

Now, I want you out of my house.

Alan, we had to save Moore.

I mean it.
I just want you out.

Give me a break, okay?

That's really
not a very good idea.

I don't care.
This is my house,

and I want you out.
Just get out.

We've got to go.

Alan, I'm going to be outside.

I'm not leaving you by yourself.

You've got the number, right?

Alan... you have
the number, right?

What?

Cheaters must pay
the price, Alan.

Just fuck you, all right?

I know you've killed him.

You've got nothing
to keep me quiet anymore.

I can tell everyone.

Can you?

What will happen to your parents

at 325 Gardner street?

Or your brother and his wife
at 1812 woodman drive?

Who will they blame
if there's no more baby

to throw a birthday party for?

And it was such a good one.

Barbara looked lovely...

Although I prefer her in blue.

Light, like the shade
of her bedspread...

Looks like you're
a celebrity now, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Big star.

He's been in Barb's house.

He knows where my family lives.

That's how he keeps us
quiet, isn't it?

Yeah.

I want you to make
a deal with me.

What's that?

If I miss his last clue,
you walk away.

- I'll fend for myself.
- Alan...

It's bad enough
that I have to live

with what happened to Lewis...

But if he touches my family,

or he touches Barb...

I don't know
what I'm going to do.

There are
things we can do
to protect them.

You can't guarantee anything,
and you know it.

And I can't afford
to take the risk.

So either you agree...

Or I'm gonna shut you out.

You're not gonna see
my last clue.

Alan, you can't do this.

That's the fuckin' deal.
Take it or leave it.

- Okay.
-
All right?

Okay.

It was in my mail slot
this morning.

Vengeful bird did hunt
blindly in the storm.

A handful of ashes
for what lay in dirt.

Two are at rest,
two are at odds.

A feather in my hand
when it's done.

And I don't know who it is.

I just might.

It's Jean Laroque.

- The oceanographer?
- Yep.

He doesn't live here, does he?

He's had his ship in the Marina
for the past two months.

He's filming a
new documentary here.

You sure it's him?

The vengeful bird
is albatross ii.

The handful of ashes
is albatross I.

The Japanese torched it when he
was over there with Greenpeace

protesting commercial whaling.

Two of his crew died.

Two at rest.

You knew that?

So, here's what
we're going to do.

I'm going to have somebody drop
the clue off at the station.

You're gonna answer it, Al.

Take your time, think it out.
Make it look good, okay?

Alan, you're gonna have
to answer wrong.

But I've only got one left.

If I miss this,
I'm out of the game.

Hello?

Hello, blue player.
Do you have your answer?

Randy Linch.

Blue player, you have
missed six questions.

You are out of the game.

All right, go to the hotel.

I'll call you later.

Aren't you coming?

No, I've got something
I've got to do.

I'll catch up with
you later, all right?

No, it's too easy.

- Hello?
- Congratulations.

It was an easy clue.

You should have spared
yourself the effort,

just written my name down.

You should be flattered.

I've given you
your 15 minutes of fame.

I'm sorry it has to
end so abruptly.

Oh, I'm ready for it to end.

I'm sure you are ready,
but it isn't that simple.

I have no intention
of coming to you.

You will come to me.

And to make sure you come alone,

I've taken out
a little insurance.

Swan?

Jesus Christ.

Aldobrandi.

It isn't Jean Laroque.

I know.

Don't come.

Where are you?

I don't know.

Such a brave girl.

She reminds me of Nancy.

Where are you?

Get your map out,
you're going to need it.

What are you...

oh, my... god!

Holy Mary, mother of god,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death...

Welcome, detective.

Welcome, detective.

I said, "welcome."

Adele!
Adele!

Joey! Joey!

You were there.

I didn't kill the wrong man.
I couldn't remember.

You were a team.

That's good.
You're figuring it out.

Give me the gun.

Go ahead, shoot me.

When I fall,
this candle falls with me.

Do you smell the gasoline?

Okay.

All right.
All right.

Get down on your knees.

It's time to start begging.

All right, you've got me.

I do have you, don't I?

And this time,
you're not walking away.

That's fine, but she has
nothing to do with this.

She's not part of this game.
You can let her go.

Oh, but she is.

You get to watch
what I do to her.

Just like I had to watch what
you did to my brother.

But, I had to kill him,
he was going to kill me.

But you made a big mistake.

I was the one who
killed Nancy, not Joey.

And I should have been there
to protect him from you.

I should have cut you up
into little pieces.

I should have stuck
your head on that fence post

the way I did that
stupid dog of his.

Joey never laid a hand
on your daughter.

Why did you have to
go and kill him?

Why didn't you just let it go
like all the other families?

But you had to go
looking for revenge.

I was a detective.

Revenge was never my intention.

Yes, it was, big man.

You had to go kill the monster.

Well, you ought to know by now,

that when you enter
the monster's world,

the monster's world enters you.

You're no better
than I am, detective.

I guess we're both monsters.

But, she isn't.

I killed your brother.
You killed my daughter.

You can do whatever
you want to me.

But she's innocent.

For god's sake, let her go.

You're in no position
to bargain.

You have nothing left to offer.

How can I help her?

You already did.

You came here.

I wanted you to come here.

I wanted you to see
what you inspired.

I wanted you to see what
you're going to be a part of.

I couldn't decide...

Exactly what part of you
that I wanted for this.

I knew it had to be something
very special, you see?

It was really hard,
because it had to be perfect.

You... you ripped my heart out
when you killed Joey.

You killed my daughter.

And I'm going to
rip your heart out.

And it's perfect.

It's perfect.
Because, you see...

Because you're what makes
the game tick.

You're the heart of the game.

Are we having fun?

We're out of here!

Are you okay, Al?

I'm fine.
I'm fine. Just go!

What, it wasn't loaded?

No, I just wanted
to throw her off.

And lucky for you, it worked.

'Cause it wasn't me
that she shot at.

Just go. Just go.
I'll call for backup.

I left my phone in the car.
It's down the hill.

Holy Mary!

Sweet Jesus!

Oh, god!

You son of a bitch.

You ripped my heart out
when you killed Joey.

Swan!

Swan.
Swan, come on, now.

Swan, you gotta help me.
Come on, now.

Adele!

Drop the knife.

Lay it on the ground.

The gun's empty.

I've got one in the chamber.

Now...
Drop the knife.

You son of a bitch!

You spoil everything.

Put the knife down.

Go ahead and shoot me.

Or have you developed
a conscience all of a sudden?

Or maybe you'd like
to beat me to death,

like I did
your precious daughter?

Put the knife down!

Take it.

Go on...

Take it.

- Stop!
- Take it!

Go ahead, kill me.

Shoot me.

You know you want to.
It'll make you feel better.

You can get away with it.
It'll be self-defense.

Go on...

Go on, kill me.
Kill me.

It'll make you feel
so much better.

Go on, kill me.

Kill me. Kill me.

Come on...

Shoot me...

Please!

Please!

Officer down.

Stay with me now.
Stay with me.

Come on.

This really hurts.

Nobody said coming back from
the dead was going to be easy.

Looks like your third miracle,
Saint Frances.

Stop calling me Frances.

All right, get her out of here.

Hang on there, Al, okay?

Come on, guys, you got to
get here there. Let's go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just...
Really cold out here.

Swan?

Hey...

Swan.

Swan?

I'm gonna get you...
I'm gonna get you.

Lunch is ready.

Thanks, honey.

Nobody said recovery
had to be painful.

Aldobrandi.

No, I guess not.

Joey...

They think they won...

They think they have me...

They think they're
smarter than us.

But they don't know...

We're not here...

We're just...

Not... here.