All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S01 E01 - Pilot (576p - DVDRip)

- I'm off.
- Yeah.

I'm here.

All right y!

How's it gain'?

OK. I want to make sure
the baby-sitter hasn't left yet.

- That weird French guy's back.
- With the poetry?

Hi, honey. It's Mommy. Is Cindy
still there? OK, let me talk to her.

"(I White Zombie:" More
Human Than Human')

- You got a private.
- I'm off.

It's 200 bucks for ten minutes.

"(I Nine Inch Nails:" Piggy?

Tell me what you
want. Do you like me?

Tell me what you want.

I want to see you dance

on the blood-dimmed tide.

You like to watch my body.

Where the ceremony
of innocence is drowned.

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

This is the second death.

The abominable...
and the fornicators.

This is the second death.

- Tell me what you want.
- You'll have your part in the lake.

The great plague
in the maritime city.

You'll have your
part in the lake

which burns with
fire... and brimstone.

I know you like it.

Tell me what you want.

- I think someone's peeking.
- You're peeking, Mommy.

OK, you tell me when, Jordan.

Shh. OK.

OK, Mommy, you can look now.

Oh, Frank, you had it painted.

It's so beautiful.

- Is this our new house?
- Our new yellow house.

Come here.

Frank'?

Can you come here?
There's something up here.

Catherine?

What is it?

I'm so happy right now. I think
this move was the right thing.

- I really do, Frank.
- I do, too. It feels like home.

Hello, there. Hi.

I'm Jack Meredith. I guess
we're going to be neighbours.

- Nice to meet you. Frank Black.
- Hiya, Frank.

So, where are you folks from?

We've been in Washington
DC for the past ten years.

- But my wife and I are both from Seattle.
- So what brings you back here?

I want to come home,
put some roots down.

Oh, well, that makes sense.
What kind of work do you do, Frank?

Well, I do some consulting.

Oh, good. Can we invite you folks over
for dinner? I see you have a little girl.

- Thank you. I'll talk to my wife.
- Good.

Say, Frank? You couldn't have
picked a nicer place to come back to.

(rumble of thunder)

- How old was this kid?
- 17.

- 17. This guy's got no other priors?
- Nothing at all.

- I think I've just seen a ghost.
- Hey, Bletch.

- What are you doin' here, Frank?
- We moved back to Seattle.

- You and Catherine?
- Yeah. We miss the weather.

This is Frank Black. He
used to work Homicide here.

Before he became
a big star at the FBI.

You caught the guy - the serial
murderer who ate his victims.

- What's his name? Piggett?
- Leon Cole Piggett.

How'd he prepare them?

In a skillet, with
potatoes and onions.

Ooh, man!

- Got a minute?
- Yeah, sure.

- How's work?
- Homicide rate's at a record low.

- Only 34 last year.
- Congratulations.

I'd like to take all the credit, but
we've got some damn fine paramedics.

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

She was a stripper, worked a peep
show. Somebody wanted more than a peep.

- You're keeping details from the press?
- It was bloody. And cruel.

- How's the little girl?
- She's in custody down at DSHS.

- She witness the murder?
- No. Are you looking for work, Frank?

Sexual homicide. That's
what I did for ten years.

I hear it pushed you
into early retirement.

Any chance you could
take me to see the body?

She went down fighting,
I can tell you that.

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

She was a strong woman. It
took some work to subdue her.

Mind you, our killer
was no weakling either.

(screams)

He severed her head.

No mean task.

What was the position of
the body when they found her?

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

You didn't find the murder weapon. It
was something he took from the crime scene.

A carving knife was missing.

She was clothed. There was
no evidence of sexual assault.

- What else?
- He cut off her fingers.

- The man with the x-ray eyes!
- What did Hair and Fibre turn up?

You tell me.

Two head hairs
from a black male.

- How does he do that?
- I don't know. Lucky guesser.

Frank, you didn't just come down
here to say hi. What are you doing here?

I've seen this MO before. I
know the patterns and the profile.

- What's the profile?
- He'll kill again.

Well, she was a
working girl. A target.

- That's not why he chose her.
- Why did he choose her?

I don't know yet.

I'm working with
a consulting group.

These guys have experience.
They could take a look.

I've got three detectives assigned
to this. What do I tell them?

The killer's gonna be hard to catch.
They could use some luck or some help.

(thudding music)

Hi. You caught me. I was
just thinking something nasty.

- I just wanna talk.
- Talk to me. Tell me what you want.

You knew her, didn't you?

- This isn't an interrogation booth.
- I'm not a cop.

I've given my statement.

I might be able to
figure out who killed her.

- Yeah? How?
- Tell me about her.

Her name was Calamity.

She didn't hook.
She didn't do drugs.

She just danced for the money
so she could raise her little girl.

There isn't much else to know.

Any fans? Any freaks?

If you didn't notice,
the clientele here

isn't exactly the picture
of moral rectitude.

They'd applaud, but
it takes both hands.

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

A reason?

Men don't need reasons.

All they need is an excuse.

I'm sorry. Thanks for your time.

There's a guy.

He holds up poetry
to the window.

- What does it say?
- I don't know.

It's in French. We call
him the Frenchman.

- He ever solicit anyone?
- No. But he paid her for a private.

Do they have a camera here?

Don't tell them I told you.

(laboured breathing)

(engine stars)

- (whispers) What's a boxer?
- It's a big dog that looks sort of like...

- (Jordan) I don't think so.
- What about a basset hound?

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

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

(growls)

(rings)

- Hello?
- Frank, it's Bob Bletcher.

We found a body and I think
you might wanna come take a look.

Yeah. I think so.

Off of 90 on Snoqualmie.
You'll see the circus.

Right. I'll be there.

Mark that.

That's affirmative. Six units
on scene. Do you copy?

- I can't let you go down there.
- It's all right, officer. Thank you.

- I called you out a little hastily.
- What is it?

A body. Male. It was charred
so badly we couldn't tell the sex.

Did somebody set it on fire?

Either before or after it had
been decapitated. We can't tell yet.

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

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

I suppose you're gonna
wanna see the body.

No, that's OK.

(frantic screams)

- Frank?
- It's the same killer.

What?

The victim was set on
fire here in the woods.

- How far to the river?
- Four miles.

That's where they came from.

This is Air Mobile One to base. We're
looking for something down near the river.

Roger, Mobile One.

Over here!

- What is it?
- We found it.

It's empty-

Your associate was down
in Pathology this morning.

- A guy named Watts.
- I haven't spoken to him yet.

A couple of my detectives did.

He told them he was part
of the Millennium Group.

Yeah.

- Is that who you're consulting for?
- Mm-hm.

- So who are they?
- Guys who used to work in law enforcement.

- FBI?
- Some of them.

My guys wanna know why you're
here. I don't know what to tell 'em.

I'm here because I
have a wife and a kid,

and I want 'em to live in a
place where they can feel safe.

- How do you do it, Frank?
- Lucky guesser.

Frank!

I'm Peter Watts, from the Group.
I wanted to introduce myself.

I heard you were
looking at the body.

A few things slipped
by. One salient oversight.

(Catherine) Frank?

I'll be right in, Catherine.

It was easy to miss, but inside the
left thigh I found a needle puncture.

- From what? A syringe?
- Maybe.

There was no evidence of
anything in the surrounding tissue.

- They think the killer's a black male.
- I've ruled that out.

The severance of the head and fingers
was done with precision. You know why?

The killer was covering his tracks. The
victim may have scratched or bitten him.

He may not have
gone there to kill her.

The knife was convenient,
but he knew what he was doing.

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

- What does the Group think?
- Your instincts were right.

The killer's being compelled
by an extraneous stress.

- Anything else?
- You're the man for this.

All our resources will
be available to you.

Who was that?

His name is Watts. He had
some information for me.

He sat out there
for over an hour.

- He could have come to the door.
- I don't think he wanted to impose.

I can handle imposition, Frank.
What I can't handle is secrecy.

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

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

You can't shut the
world out for me.

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

Everyone pretends.
We all make believe.

These men I help
catch... make us.

We're raising a daughter, Frank.

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

I want you to make
believe that I can.

(distorted music on tape)

(muffled speech)

(tape) Blood... tide.

(muffled whispers continue)

(oar horns blare)

(motorists shout)

(ca! Horns)

Heiumped!

- Where?
- Off the side.

The dancers call him the Frenchman,
because he held poems up written in French.

I was able to enhance the picture
and the audio off the original.

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

The ceremony of
innocence is drowned.

What does it mean?

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

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed
tide is loosed..."

He's writing about
the Apocalypse.

This is the second death.

The abominable
and the fornicators.

This is the second death.

- The second death?
- It's from the Bible.

The great plague
in the maritime city.

You'll have your par! In the lake
which bums with fire and brimstone.

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

- The abominable and the fornicators.
- So what's he trying to say?

- He's preaching.
- He's prophesising.

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

La grandee peste
en Ia cité maritime.

"Peste." The word written
on the lid of the buried coffin.

From Nostradamus, the
16th century apocalyptic poet.

So the killer is
fulfilling the prophecy?

"The great plague in the
maritime city will not stop

until death is avenged
by the blood of a just man."

"The great lady is
outraged by the pretence."

Seattle, the maritime city.
AIDS, the great plague.

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

The killer thinks he's
righteous? A just man?

Who's the "great lady"?
And why is she outraged?

The killer is confused
about his sexuality.

He feels guilt, possibly
from his mother.

He visits peep shows
to try to feel something

toward women, but
all he feels is anger.

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

Twists it to fit screwy
French poetry?

He doesn't see the
world like everyone else.

How does he see it?

Differently.

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

That he cruises boys, but kills this
John Doe we found burned in the forest.

- How does that work?
- He's very confused.

- Undoubtedly.
- He's fulfilling a prophecy.

I don't buy it.

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

The hairs off the female
victim came from a black male.

There's only been one
black male serial killer.

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

Those hairs could've
been planted.

We're not the FBI. We've
got limited resources.

Chase the wrong guy, we
could end up with more victims.

I don't think we have
time to waste, do you?

No.

Gotta get home to my family.

(W795 squeal)

Tell me why I'm wrong.
Why should I listen to you?

You're in a hard spot, Bob.

Tell me how you know.
Why are you so sure?

- You see it, or something.
- It's complicated, Bletch.

- What do you see?
- I see what the killer sees.

- What, like a psychic?
- No. I put myself in his head.

- I become the thing we fear the most.
- How?

I become capability.
I become the horror.

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

It's my gift. It's my curse.

That's why I retired.

What the hell are you doin',
Frank? Get out. Leave it alone.

I tried.

What brought you back?

Some other time, Bletch.

(thunder)

Catherine?

Catherine?

Frank! Hey, Frank!

- Have you seen Catherine or my daughter?
- I was just coming to leave a note.

- What happened?
- Your little girl had a seizure.

My daughter, Jordan
Black, was brought in.

What happened?

I found her on the floor in the bathroom.
She passed out. They're running tests.

- Where is she?
- Sleeping. They sedated her.

She's got a very high fever.

They're pretty sure it's a flu
reaction. They're calling in a specialist.

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

So fragile.

What is it, Frank?

He's taking blood.

Who?

The killer. He's got
more bodies. Buried alive.

Go, Frank. It's OK.

(radio) We've covered a mile
north and down to the river. Nothing.

COPY-

Want to call this off, Frank? We
can come back during the light of day.

They could be dead by then.

Frank!

Frank! Frank, you'll
freeze to death. Frank!

Ah, damn! Here.

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

(hollow thud)

Frank!

- (muffled yells)
- Oh, God! Come on!

Jesus!

It's screwed.

(muffled cries)

Hey! Get paramedics over here. Get
the paramedics right away! Paramedics!

Come on.

- There may be others.
- Come on! Spread out.

Right.

- Thanks.
- They found two more coffins.

Both of them were empty.

He gave us a description
of the suspect. White

male, early thirties,
wearing a ball cap.

- He was taking blood from the victim.
- I'll put it out on the air.

The killer's passing judgment.

Testing the blood, carrying out
his death sentences on the afflicted.

Check in with any medical
facility that handles blood.

We got the word out to the labs.

- I gotta call Catherine.
- Here.

18 years, Frank.

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

Ever see your kid lying
in an emergency ward?

(engaged tone)

It made sense to me out
there. What it does to you.

Why you quit.

The cruelty, the
unspeakable crimes...

It all becomes numbing,
depersonalised, common.

What was it, then?

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

He would choose a
neighbourhood and go to a door.

If he found it unlocked, he considered
that an invitation to kill anybody home.

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

Took us months, but we caught
him. He's serving triple life sentences.

And that was it?

A year later, I reach into my mailbox
and there's a letter addressed to me.

No return.

Inside are Polaroids of Catherine at
the supermarket. Catherine at the school.

Suddenly, the psychic
Novocaine wore off.

The numbness
became paralysing fear.

- Did you ever find who sent them?
- No.

But I couldn't leave the house.

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

My little girl was a miracle. We
weren't supposed to be able to conceive.

I couldn't let her
out of my sight.

But you beat it. How?

I was approached by a group of men who
helped me understand my facility. My gift.

This Millennium Group, huh?
They really believe all that stuff?

Nostradamus and Revelations?
The destruction of the world?

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

(engaged tone)

(ringing)

- Bob Bletcher's office.
- Bob?

He just stepped out.

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

Let me get a pen. Shoot.

We tracked down those
blood samples he's looking for.

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

- Where were they sent from?
- Through the same channel, intra-office.

Bob? Bob?

- I'm looking for the pathologist.
- Sorry, he's not here.

Who are you to condemn me?
They're the guilty! I took responsibility!

Satan has them all.

It's the great plague! They
don't ask who takes responsibility!

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

But you know that. You
can see it, just like I do.

You know the end is coming.
The thousand years is over!

You think you're the one to stop
it. You think it can be stopped!

(Gunshot)

You can't stop it.

Catherine?

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

- What are you doing?
- Where's Jordan?

In her room. What are you doing?

Oh, my God! Look at this!

Oh!

- I think someone's trying to peek.
- What is it? What is it?

Oh, Daddy! What's his name?

- He doesn't have a name yet.
- Can I name him?

- He's your puppy, isn't he?
- Oh, I love him so much!

- You've already got a mess to clean up.
- Right.

Wish me luck.

- What?
- Nothing.

Be careful, OK?

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