All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S01 E09 - Wide Open (576p - DVDRip)

Get out of the
way. There's a car.

You two take your time,
walk around, see the house.

If you have any questions, please
don't hesitate to ask. Thank you.

How are you, sir?
Come in. There's some

information on the
table about the property.

If I could just
get you to sign in.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Over to the right here
is the kitchen. Take a

look inside. It comes
with all new appliances.

(child screams)

(faint voices)

As you can see, you really do
have a lot of space to work with.

Now, this is the second
upstairs bedroom.

This family has just the one
little girl. Isn't it charming?

Oh, you have to see the master bedroom.
The hardwood floors are all original...

We have some real prospects. I had
one couple who seemed very interested.

- No running on the stairs, honey.
- OK, Momma.

I wouldn't be surprised
if we generate an offer.

Well, I think the price
we're asking is reasonable.

- You coming up?
- Yeah.

I'm just gonna go over
those figures again.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Mommy.

I love you. Sleep well.

- John.
- Be right there!

- John!
- Mary Kay?

- (screams)
- Mary Kay!

Mary Kay!

- Hi, Bob.
- You see it on the news?

Yeah. I just came down
to see what I didn't see.

Young couple bludgeoned,
dragged downstairs,

murdered with an
antique hatchet.

No sign of forced entry.

Nothing broken, nothing
rifled or stolen except...

- Their little girl is missing.
- What?

Yeah. That wasn't
on the news either.

$5,000 alarm system.
Should have saved

themselves the dough
and gotten a rottweiler.

(shouting)

- What was the response time?
- The alarm company said five minutes.

We're checking that out.

- The house was for sale.
- Yeah. They had an open house yesterday.

We've got the real
estate lady coming down.

The killing was premeditated.

The killer probably came to the open
house and hid till the family returned.

- He set the alarm off when he left.
- What about the little girl?

(soft whimpering)

- I need a screwdriver right now.
- Here. Here.

- Holy God.
- Get the ERT. Get them in here now!

No, no. Nobody's gonna
hurt you, sweetheart.

Come here. Let me help you.

Everything is
gonna be all right.

Everything's gonna be all right. Nobody's
gonna hurt you. We're here to help you.

- How is she?
- All indications is she's gonna be fine.

Her fluids were very low, but
there's no evidence of physical harm,

other than extreme shock.

- It just...
- Yeah. I know.

It's OK. Hey. Everything's
OK, sweetheart.

You're in a safe place. No
one's gonna hurt you here.

- Can one of you get the nurse?
- Yeah, sure.

- You can't expect too much, Bob.
- What do you mean?

I know you're gonna
want to talk to her.

- You want to know what she saw.
- We have no other witnesses.

What she's been through, no one -
child or adult - should have to experience.

If she's asked to talk about it,
it's like asking her to relive it.

I don't have to tell you that
this guy is out there somewhere.

He murdered these
people in cold blood.

You can't push her, Bob. She's
got to do this in her own time - if at all.

We've already got a
department shrink on call.

I'm asking, please don't let the department
make a mistake trying to leapfrog this.

It's already something she has
to live with for the rest of her life.

Abraham Lincoln, Elvis and Muhammed Ali all
signed the guest book at the open house.

In my professional opinion,
none are viable suspects.

We'll put an APB out
on Elvis just in case.

- Did you find anything useful?
- One name.

It appeared two weeks earlier at
the first open house they held there.

He was casing.

John Allwolth.

The signature - centrifugal.

Vertical lines,
forward expansion.

The strokes forceful, measured,
alternating cursive and print.

This man's signature has been the
same since he was old enough to sign it.

What does that tell you?

That the signer is
deliberate. He has focus.

But that this is to contain his rage or
his anger. That he can be explosive.

- Prone to outbursts of violence.
- No kidding.

Even if this is the guy,
it's obviously an alias.

- The address has gotta be phoney.
- High probability, but not a certainty.

If he's not John Allwolth, maybe it's
somebody he knows or who knows him.

The man we're looking for is a risk
taker, but a deliberate man, as James said.

He left the child alive for a reason. He
signed his name John Allwolth for a reason.

We'll catch him if we find
out what that reason is.

Mr Allwolth?

See if the manager
lives in the building.

Fat chance of that.

Yes? What?

Detective Geibelhouse, Seattle
Police Department. Are you the resident?

- Yes.
- You know your neighbour, John Allwolth?

- Who?
- John Allwolth. He lives next door.

- He does?
- Do you know the guy who lives here?

No. So what's the big deal?

We're trying to locate Mr John
Allwolth. It's part of an investigation.

- I don't know anything about that.
- Thanks.

(Knocks)

(heartbeat)

There were 4,900 open houses in
King County over the last six months.

Graphological analysis
matches the perpetrator's

signature to at
least 37 registers.

Using the name John Allwolth,
Travis Bickle and Rudyard Holmbast.

- Rudyard Holmbast?
- That's correct.

So, what? You want us to go
out and knock on his door too?

There are over 30 houses he didn't
choose for one reason or another.

Find those reasons, find a pattern,
and you move closer to the killer.

- To what is going on in his head.
- Come on, Frank.

What if it was random?
What if this guy chose

his victims because
they were convenient?

That will tell us something too.

We're wasting our
time with this approach.

- You don't have much else to go on.
- We've got the little girl.

That's very good, Patricia.
Is that a face in there?

Kind of hid it in
there, didn't you?

It's very clever of you.

You wanna see what I
brought you? It's for your hair.

It's from a girl who's almost the
same age as you. Her name's Jordan.

And when I told her about you,
she asked me if your hair was pretty,

and I told her it was long
and straight and beautiful.

And she was so jealous because she has
curly hair and she wants it to be straight.

I bet you want
curly hair, don't you?

Can I put this in
your hair, Patricia?

- Oh, that's very pretty.
- I want to go home.

I know you do. I'm sorry,
but you have to stay here.

It's just because everybody
wants you to be safe. OK?

I think we should do
some more crayons.

I'm gonna draw a picture of a pretty little
girl with a pink bow. What about you?

What are we gonna find
that an army of techs missed?

Maybe nothing.

The killer could have
taken something.

- A VCR?
- Could be.

That's cat burglar stuff, Frank.

Maybe not.

- It's empty.
- Yeah.

- (man) Please let her go!
- (woman) My baby!

- Please let her go!
- My baby!

(woman screams)

- Please let her go!
- My baby!

(screams)

Hi. How are you today?

How are you doing?
I think I'm pretty good.

- You can't beat that with a stick.
- Thanks. You have a good day.

- Take anything you want!
- My baby!

Please let her go!

- Please let her go!
- My baby!

(screams)

- Why send it to the realtor?
- To terrify her, possibly.

Or to punish her as he punished the
family for some twisted imaginary crime.

- The clock is ticking, isn't it?
- Yes.

- Word's gonna get out.
- That might be what he wants, Bletch.

Whatever you can do not
to give him what he wants,

the better chance you have
of drawing him into the open.

You and me... we keep beating
around the bush about this little girl.

Can't do it, Bob.

Hi, there. How are you?

Hi, there. How are you?

Fine. How are you?

Good. Good.

Come on in. We have
wine and cheese if you'd like.

Please feel free to look around.

I was hoping you might,
you know, give me the tour.

Oh, certainly. By all means. Why
don't we start with the upstairs?

Can I ask you first... this house
has an alarm system, doesn't it?

A very sophisticated
system. The very best.

You see that motion detector? Those
are installed in every room in the house.

If you have valuable
artwork or anything,

the system uses a wireless link to
a private home security company.

- Can you demonstrate it for me?
- Sure. If I can remember how!

(screaming)

(police radio) This is
Two-Union-Six. ETA five minutes.

State-of-the-alt alarm. The
son of a bitch walked past it.

- How?
- I don't know.

It wasn't even set off this time. My
guys tripped it when they got the 911 call.

- You got a 911 call?
- Yeah. Report of a break-in.

- You hear it?
- No, not yet. Why?

Chances are you got a
recording of the killer's voice.

You might want to run
the keypad for prints.

Yeah. Hold on a second.

You think he knew
the alarm code?

Unless the system
wasn't activated.

The woman died with the panic switch in her
hand. He shot her with a 12-gauge, Frank.

It could have been staged,
Bletch. Probably was.

So he kills her,
then he calls 911.

Victim's divorced. There's
no children living at home.

We have a whole new
pattern here, Frank.

- Did you find the murder weapon?
- No, not yet.

He takes chances, but everything's
considered. As if scripted, planned.

What to leave, what to
take, what he wants us to see.

What he wants others to see.
He's leaving a record of the events.

Videos, 911 calls, witnesses.

What are you making
there, Patricia? What is that?

I don't know what that is.

Are these children here?

Are they your friends?

I bet your friends will be
so happy when they see you.

I want my mommy and my daddy.

- My baby!
- Oh, God! Please let her go!

- My baby!
- Please let her go!

MY baby!

(screams)

(phone rings)

- Hello.
- Frank, it's Bob.

Just got off the phone
with one of our bunco guys.

- That video camera that was stolen.
- Yeah?

Turned up in a pawn
shop in Bellingham.

We've got the owner
working with our identikit artist.

- I may be able to help you.
- What do you mean?

I just pulled something
off the video tape.

The Millennium Group has someone who can
clean it up for us. We may have a portrait.

- A face?
- Yeah.

You still adamant about not
showing anything to the girl?

- Frank?
- I'm considering it, Bob.

Hi, Ben.

- Daddy's home!
- Pumpkin pie, how are you?

- How was your day?
- Good.

- You wanna tell me about it?
- Sure.

First, we're gonna go and take a bath and
get those little piggies all cleaned up.

How did those little
piggies get so dirty?

At school.

- I'll be up in a little bit.
- OK.

- Hi.
- Hi. I've got something to show you.

- Jordan's?
- No, they're Patricia's.

I spent most of the
morning with her.

- Did you talk to her about these?
- As much as I could.

She started asking about her parents.
I think they're significant, though.

They are. We found that the man we're
looking for left a red X just like these

at the second crime scene.

- How would Patricia know?
- I don't know.

Maybe it was something
he was wearing.

We've made some progress too.

It's a picture to work with.
An image to work from.

- You want my permission.
- I do.

I don't think they're
going to be as courteous.

I can't stop them, but
my feelings are the same.

- What if you showed it to her?
- What is she gonna say?

Maybe she knows him.
Maybe it's a neighbour.

Someone the family
comes into contact with.

I'll do it if you think
it's the only way.

(scream)

No...

- That's what he wants.
- What are you talking about?

That's what he's wanted all
along - for us to use the child.

It's so clear from the clues
- the video, the audio tape.

Bringing those to her would be an
obvious tack. He wants her to relive it.

Probably something
he's relived all his life.

- Bletcher.
- Bob, it's me. I want to talk to you.

I don't want anybody going to see
the girl. Can I have your promise?

- Why, Frank? She's the key.
- Yeah, I know she's the key.

Just not the way we thought.

- What have you got?
- Shotgun dumped in the garbage. 12-gauge.

Specks of blood on
the stock and barrel.

- Who found it?
- Group of schoolkids over there.

It was called in by
that crossing guard.

Excuse me, sir. Can
I speak with you?

Yes, of course. Right after
I help the kids to safety.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Talk to me!
- Go! Go! Go! Nothing here either.

Place is deserted.

Let's get the tech guys in
here. Turn this place inside out.

I want all these video cassettes
packed off to my office ASAP.

- You think he's long gone?
- Not the city.

He left us the shotgun to lead us to his
apartment to prove we couldn't find him.

Damn. Two hours
earlier, the officer who

took his report would
have seen his picture.

- He's running now.
- Where?

To gloat. To figure out his next
move. To show us how clever he is.

I don't care how clever he is.

We put him in the
paper, he won't be able to

cross the street without
starting a parade.

You make him too famous
and he's gonna disappear.

- Then what?
- You've got five days till Saturday.

Five days to anticipate
how he'll up the ante.

You think he's got
the eggs to hit again?

He's teaching us a lesson
about our pretensions to safety.

About how vulnerable we are.

And the guy's working as a
crossing guard, for God's sake.

He wanted that little girl to relive his
nightmares. How do you increase the stakes?

By making us all relive it.

I couldn't find you.

Sorry. I needed some air.

Share some air with me?

- You're pretty cheeky, aren't you?
- That's me.

- You thinking?
- Yeah.

Thinking about my
parents, my grandparents.

40 or 50 years ago, they never
locked their doors, day or night.

We seem to have accepted
it so gracefully, so naturally.

The security systems.

We've allowed ourselves to become
almost besieged by our own fear.

If you're not afraid,
you're living in denial.

- The world's changed.
- Yeah, I know.

Can't turn it back.

But we wonder, where
are we headed from here?

Hi. Welcome to Ivy Meadows.

I'll give you one of our brochures.
Shall we start in the kitchen?

Right this way. We have
state-of-the-alt equipment in here...

Nothing, boss. Just lookie-loos.

Make yourself at home,
pal. It could be a long day.

It'd be real easy,
let me tell ya.

- Have any of the other houses checked in?
- No.

Either he got a whiff of
us or he beat it out of town.

I really don't think this
is gonna happen, Frank.

- Entryway. White male. Tall. Glasses.
- Our guy?

I can't tell for sure.

- Give him lots of space.
- Don't crowd him.

- Yup.
- Hello, sir. Welcome to Ivy Meadows.

- May I ask you a few questions?
- Certainly.

- Is this the model unit?
- Yes, it is.

But the contractor's
family are living here.

Oh.

It hardly seems lived in at all.

If it is him, he's
heading right to you.

Is this how you
get to the garage?

Yes. Straight ahead, just
adjacent to the washroom.

The owner's locked their cat
in. I don't have a key. I'm sorry.

That's OK. I'd like
to see the upstairs.

Right this way.

You'll love the upstairs. The
master bedroom is to die for.

We've got twin sinks and a whirlpool bath,
large walk-in closets in all the rooms...

- Olly olly oxen, he's going upstairs.
- Let's go.

- Where's the guy that was with you?
- He's using the bathroom.

- Check the bedrooms. All the closets.
- He's gone.

- We're about finished.
- Were you able to find a vehicle?

No. We didn't find a vehicle. He may have
arrived on foot - the same way he left.

- Roger that. Are we able to reach you?
- Yeah. I'll be on the radio.

- Good. Over.
- Out.

- This guy booked it, Frank.
- I don't think so.

We've been looking for five and a half
hours, Frank. He's gone with the wind.

He's here. I just know it. Get the blue
and whites outta here. Clear everybody out.

Then you and I go for a walk.

- Geibelhouse?
- Yeah.

- Let everybody go home.
- OK.

OK, let's go. Back to your cars.
We're outta here. Wrap it up, guys.

(dog barks)

(whines)

Bletch.

- What is it?
- The dog.

Want some candy,
fella? Want some candy?

Hey. What's that all about, hey?
That's a boy. Hey. Hey. Here you go.

OK.

(screaming)

(faint muffled moans)

(509 growls)

Frank!

- You OK, Frank?
- Yeah.

(faint choking)

I guess one of us ought
to call the paramedics.

You remember the number?

- Not offhand.
- I'll call.

(PA) Paediatrics Nurse Turner to
395. Paediatrics Nurse Turner to 395.

Heard the little girl's
going to a foster home.

Yeah.

Catherine checked it out. She's
keeping progress, making sure.

Patricia's gonna get
the care she needs.

Kids... They survive.

Yeah. The monstrous exceptions.

That guy we caught. His
parents shipped him out.

Watched his aunt and uncle
tortured by some farm hand.

Tragedy begets itself.

Till the circle's broken.

- Makes you wonder.
- Killers aren't born, Bletch.

There's my daddy.

- A couple of angels. Where's Mommy?
- She's still back over there.

It's OK. I'll put the
kids in the car, Frank.

Go ahead.

Ladies?

- That's a nice teddy bear.
- Thanks.

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