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No!

Damn.

Thanks for the present, Bennie.

I guess we're in the same
business.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Don't want to keep the roaches
waiting.

-Hey, Mike. Watch your step.
-Yeah, yeah.

-These tracks are still live?
-Williams, over here.

Jesus Christ.
What happened to him?

I don't think he got
electrocuted.

What's going on with his eyes?

Don't know yet.
We'll have to wait for the
autopsy.

What did this guy see to leave
an expression like that?

Any witnesses?

Not to the accident. A guy went
to grab
a paper out of the newsstand.

When he came back,
the victim was like this.

According to this guy, his eyes
were bleeding prior to the swan
dive.

-Must have been into computers.
-His name's Polidori.

He and another guy wrote the
book.

Must have tried to stop the
train with
it. Had to pry it out of his fingers.

Now all we need is the leading
lady.

-You want one?
-No, thanks.

Give it up, Mike. The Feds
are covering that now. It's
over.

The Feds haven't done shit.

Not hearing from him
doesn't mean he's stopped.

You're pissed off because this
Doctor guy
keeps sending you love letters.

Everyone has cases they can't
crack.
Don't let it fuck with your head.

What now?

Get him out of here. Put him
in a holding pen, an empty one.

And get someone to translate
whatever language he's speaking.

Jesus Christ.

Check him for a passport, an ID,
something in fucking English.

It says he's a German exchange
student,
Dieter Schrader.

Lives over in the Village.
Here's the address.

Call the health bunnies, DOH.

Find out if there's some bug
going
around, something with bloody eyes.

They can send someone to meet me
at his apartment.

Sykes! Leave the doughnut shop
here.
Let's go! Come on.

Johnny!

Know any German?

-I can sing "She Loves You" in
German.
-Great. That'll help.

Police!

Anyone here?

Artists.

-I wouldn't touch her just yet.
-Jesus.

Actually, Terry Huston,
Department of Health.

-Detective Reilly. You got here
fast.
-Yeah.

Goddamn it.

God!

-What do you make of this?
-This is really fascinating.

She's displaying possible signs
of a
hemorrhagic virus. Something like Ebola.

Excuse me.

-Reilly.
-Reilly, we got a problem.

Sykes! Hello? Sykes? What are
you doing? Call the coroner.

Yeah, right.

Jesus.

What is it?

You better get back to the
station.

I got a dead girl, a woman from
DOH
saying we have a serious problem.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-I think you better get back
here.

And bring the DOH with you.

Do you have a plastic bag?

-That's evidence.
-Yeah.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-That's German. It means
"murderer."
-I got that. What's with the 48?

Don't know.

Barlow, what happened here?

The guys said he was talking
to himself. That's it.

We'll know more when we get him
to the morgue.

All right, stand back.

Great.

Should we be in one of those
suits
they're wearing?

-We're probably already
infected.
-So we could all just be dying here?

What is it with you people?
You just let this shit run wild?

Thanks.

Serum panel is all clear.
It's not a virus.

So we're back at square one.

We've got the camcorder.

Sorry about the space patrol,
but we had to be sure.

No problem. I love needles stuck
in me.
It's a hobby of mine.

So you like working with bugs
and viruses?

Someone's got to do it.
Otherwise,
disease spreads out of control.

You do the same thing.

At least I can see what I'm
dealing with.
This other shit creeps me out.

I hate germs and....

Diseases.

What about bugs?

I pretty much hate them too.

-You know you sleep with bugs?
-What?

You sleep with bugs.

No, I don't, actually.

Yeah, you do. Everyone does.

Dust mites. They're in your
carpets,
in your bed.

They look like little lobsters.
In fact, they're distant
relatives.

-You're enjoying this, aren't
you?
-I just don't get out much.

I can see that.

I'm sorry.

I'm being inconsiderate,
making you uncomfortable.

I'm so used to seeing through a
lens,
I forget how intimidating a camera can be.

I'm doing a little film
at the Wilton Theatre, and....

You know, I can't say this
without it sounding like a line,
but....

I was filming you because you
happen to be the perfect leading
lady.

Do you mean that?

I can't promise anything...

...but come by the theatre
tonight...

...I'll put you in front of the
camera,
see what happens.

You have to punch this button.
Then you can record us.

Hard to believe that's the same
guy.

Wait!

-I can watch this later.
-Wait a second.

The guy's losing it.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The sun's out.

Another storm coming.

Shit!
I got a ticket.

I think I can take care of this
for you.

Really?

So I'll see you later?

Thanks.

Terry, could you come in here?

Mr. Turnbull?

Did you want something?

No.

Yeah.

What happened with the German
kids?
Is it Ebola?

No. I don't even think it's a
virus.

-What, then?
-I don't know.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Let me know if you hear
anything, okay?

Sure.

-Where did your computer go?
-Broke.

I sent it in for repair.

-Playing on the Internet too
much?
-Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna go finish my
report.

Hot!

Cause of death appears to be a
stroke
brought on by a surge of adrenaline.

No signs of violence
except the bleeding.

Hi, you must be Terry Huston.
I'm Thana Brinkman.

One moment.

Severe rupturing to the ocular
blood vessels. I can't account
for it.

Heart is completely engorged.

There's a massive hemorrhage
to the cerebral cortex.

Death was instantaneous.
End report.

-So it was a stroke.
-Unless lab tests find something
else.

There's no known virus,
bacteria or virulent protein.

Excuse me.

Brinkman.

We have another one.

Oh, my God.
It's Eddie Turnbull.

Did your husband have
any medical problems?

Any condition that would
contribute
to his sudden death?

Other than the chain-smoking
and the chronic stress?

I tried to warn him. It never
bothered
him until these last couple of days.

He got kind of sick,
started seeing things.

-What kind of things?
-Crazy things.

Said someone was watching him.

Kept talking about a little
girl.
There was no little girl.

I think he worked himself to
death.

Always working.
Always on his computer.

You know what's odd, though?

It was like he was afraid of it.

Mrs. Turnbull, do you mind
if we take this?

Now, you and I share
a great responsibility...

...to them.

They've come to watch
but also to learn.

We will provide a lesson...

...that reducing
relationships...

...to anonymous, electronic
impulses...

...is a perversion.

But here, we offer intimacy.

So tell us about yourself,
who you are, where you're from.

Do you have brothers and
sisters?

Did you dream of being a
ballerina
when you grew up?

You're gonna kill me, aren't
you?

Of course I'm gonna kill you.

The Internet offers birth,
sex, commerce...

...seduction, proselytising,
politics...

...posturing.

Death is a logical component.

An intimate experience
made more so...

...by knowing the victim.

So, Karen...

...tell us your hopes and
dreams.

Nothing. Nothing in common.

Polidori had a bad childhood,
some juvenile stuff.

Cleaned up at tech school.

German kids seem clean. One was
arrested for weed, big surprise.

Turnbull didn't even have
a traffic ticket. I don't know.

Let's start over.
We gotta be missing something.

They all had the same pattern
of bleeding, right?

They all had burnt computers.

Maybe this guy was trying
to tell us something.

We gotta get these computers
checked out.

I know a forensic programmer,
Denise
Stone. She's worked with me before.

She might be able to help.

We need to find a common link
on these computers.

-They look pretty fried, and
this one....
-You think you can do it?

The data should still be
retrievable.

Unless the files have been
corrupted.

I'll see what I can do.

-You're the best.
-I know.

Turn around, Bennie.

I don't want you watching this.

Forty-eight hours. 48.

Do you like to watch?

Okay, I think we get the idea.

I'm waiting for you.
Denise.

Come and find out.

Don't you want to play with me?

Do you want to hurt me?

You're lying.

How enticing the smell
of cheap perfume can be.

Or is that fear?

I'd like to say I can feel your
pain...

...but I can't.

I can't feel anything.

I've been deprived of that
somehow.

I know what I should feel.

I just can't feel it.

You can end this lesson whenever
you wish. Simply ask me to kill
you.

She wants to live.

Very well.

Let the lesson commence.

-Denise!
-It's you.

-Hi.
-What's wrong?

I'm fine. I just came to give
you this.

-Where did you get this?
-I was there.

What do you mean?

Denise, tell me.

The one thing all the victims
have in common...

-...is the Fear site.
-That doesn't make any sense.

-He wouldn't use the same site
twice.
-Who?

The Doctor.

-Who's the Doctor?
-A skeleton in my closet.

It's a live-cam death site.

That's not like Turnbull.
Why would he watch that?

People love to see death.

Why do you think the ratings are
so high on reality disaster
shows?

Maybe it's a way to find out
about
death before it's your turn.

I gotta go.

Wait. Do you think you can trace
who's running the site?

-Sure.
-Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.

Denise....

Be careful. We'll see you soon.

-Hey, come on.
-Where we going?

I did some reading last night.

-We're looking for Frank Bryant.
-Over there in the back, hon.

-Last table.
-Okay, thanks.

Frank Bryant?

Are you Mr. Frank...

...Bryant?

-How can I help you, officers?
-How did you know we were cops?

Nobody ever says my name
that way except cops.

We're not here to cause
you any trouble.

We read your book,
the parts we could understand.

Really? I didn't realize
my book was still being sold.

-We found it on a dead man.
-A guy named Polidori.

Polidori?

Polidori is dead?

What can you tell us about him?

A good guy.

A decent friend.

Why would he be clutching your
book
as if it were the Holy Grail?

I couldn't make much
sense of it myself.

That's because it was a load of
shit.

I needed a new car,
so I wrote the book.

I was driving along one day,
looking
at the telephone poles and the wires...

...and I came up with this idea.

What would happen if you
connected
a whole bunch of computers together?

You'd get one big computer.
Like a supercomputer.

A neuronet.

Polidori and I used to spend
long nights talking about it.

He came to believe that the Web
could receive energy...

-...store it, send it out.
-Energy. What kind?

-Here you go.
-Thanks, doll.

Fuck if I know. I mean, you
know....

Negative energy, magnetic
fields...

...psychic energy stealing
your soul. You know?

-And?
-Polidori believed he knew...

...where that site existed.

But then again,
Polidori was fucked up.

And now...

...he's dead.

Do you remember the name of the
site?

-No idea.
-Do you think he was right?

I never believed a word of it.

But then, I'm drunk by 8 p.m.

It's noon.

Hey, I'm ahead of the game.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Bryant.

-Lf we need to reach you....
-I'll be here.

-I have no reason to leave.
-Okay.

Oh, my God.

She was the first. Jeannie
Richardson.
He killed her on the Fear site.

He tortures his victims
till they beg to die.

-This is the Doctor, right?
-Yeah.

His name's Alistair Pratt.
He was thrown out of medical
school.

Nine months, he fucked with me.
I never even got close.

How come?

After every killing, he'd change
the site. We couldn't trace it.

What time did Polidori die?

-Three a.m.
-Turnbull was later, about 6,
right?

15.

Based on that, these victims
died two days to the minute...

...after they logged on to the
site.
The German kid was trying to tell us.

Shit. Denise.

Come on, Denise.

-You trying to get ahold of
Denise?
-Why?

She was supposed to drop
something off.
She didn't show--

Get units over there now!

-What you talking about?
-I said get units over there
now!

-She's not there. She's not
answering.
-Keep trying.

-Just dial it again.
-I am. I just tried. She's not
there.

I should never have
gotten her involved.

I should have fucking warned
her.

-It's not your fault.
-I still don't get one thing.

Everybody died 48 hours after
they went
on to that site, right? Everybody.

Denise doesn't fit the pattern.

Maybe it was easier to die
than face whatever is on the
website.

What do you mean?

Eddie Turnbull was terrified
of car crashes.

It was a childhood thing.
He was manic about it.

I did some research. Did you
know the
German girl was terrified of drowning?

-But she didn't drown.
-She died in water.

Maybe she died of her greatest
fear.

I don't know, Terry.
I don't know, I think you're
reaching.

-Maybe.
-Denise got too close.

Someone killed her.
It's as simple as that.

Can you promise me one thing?

That you won't visit that site?

God, Denise.

Do you like to watch?

Do you want to see more?

Do you want to hurt me, Mike?

Jeannie!

I know who you are,
and I know what you really want.

Time to play.
Time for us to become one.

How do I play?

Find me.

You have 48 hours.

Me.

What happens if I lose?

You die.

Do you want to play?

What are you afraid of?

God!

Jesus.

Sorry, did I scare you?

Miss, your glove.

Mike?

The website. I saw her.

-Who did you see?
-The dead girl.

-What dead girl?
-Jeannie Richardson.

I saw her.

Bryant was only half right.

-What do you mean?
-It's not just energy.

-I don't understand.
-She's out there, alive in the
wires.

If the will is strong, it can
live
in the objects around it.

You don't go there, all right?
Promise me.

Tell me you won't go there!

Don't go there!
Promise me you won't go there!

Forty-eight hours.

Hello, Terry. Are you ready to
play?

Why are you killing Mike?

Guilty.

Guilty of what?

Watching.

Are you ready to play?

Yes.

Shit!

-Hey, Sykes.
-Hey.

I need to take a look
at the Doctor files.

Let's go in here.

Look.

The Feds are covering this now.

I suppose you think
you can do better?

Mike doesn't like people fucking
with his-- Stop! All right!

Jesus-fucking-Christ.

Knock yourself out.

Jeannie Richardson.

Yeah, she was beautiful.

Yeah, Jeannie. I checked out
her addresses. Shit holes.

Artist/model, my ass.

You, though...

...you're a different story.

Will you shut the fuck up?

Oh, my God.

Joseph Stalin said that the
death
of one person is a tragedy...

...the death of a million: A
statistic.

Your death will give meaning
to all us sad, little lives out
there.

See? The audience is never
wrong.

They smell death.

Mrs. Richardson?

Do you have a moment
to talk about your daughter?

This is Jean Marie on the day
of her First Communion.

This is the Jeannie I know, not
what
they said. They didn't know her.

So beautiful.

She was a happy child
despite her condition.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

Condition? Did you say,
condition?

Jean Marie was a haemophiliac.

Without medication, she could
bleed to death from just a
scratch.

Left her scared to death
of anything sharp.

-Scissors or knives.
-Yes. That ball....

She always had that thing with
her.
Willful child, wouldn't give it up.

It wasn't until she discovered
boys
that she finally left it behind.

Could you take a look at these
pictures for me and tell me...

...if there's any places
that you recognize in them?

It's the old Poelzig steel mill
two miles down the road.

Jeannie used to play there as a
child.

What are you watching?

You seem like you were expecting
me.

Where is she?

No.

Mike Reilly, where is he?

Excuse me? Can I help you?

Just tell me where he is!

Please calm down,
or I'll have to ask you to
leave.

Yeah, okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I just--
I really need to see him right
now.

Okay. First door on your left.

Hello?

Hello, Terry.

Are you ready to play?

-Goddamn you, what do you want?
-Play the game. Find me.

Where are you?

Time is running out.

Leave me alone! Where are you?

Oh, my God.

Do you like to watch?

I am waiting for you.

Jeannie?

Come and find out.

Don't you want to play?

Do you want to hurt me?

You're lying.

Oh, my God.

I found you. I found your body.
I did what you wanted.

I know who you are.

And I know what you really want.

Time to play.

Time for us to become one.

Find me.

Oh, my God.

What time is it?

You shouldn't leave
your front door open.

-Oh, my God.
-It invites illegal entry.

Mike.

Terry.

What did you do?

Why?

-You just ran out, didn't you?
-More like a slow trot.

You gotta go back.

No, they can't help me now.

-I'm drifting in and out more
and more.
-Okay.

-I'm running out of time.
-We gotta go.

-Where are we going?
-The morgue.

Are you two okay?
You don't look good.

You should see it from our side.

I just thought once we found the
body,
that would be an end to it.

No, there's got to be more to
this.

She had a reason.

Someone performed an autopsy
on this body a long time ago.

-Look at the incisions.
-It's Alistair.

He cut her open while
she was still alive.

Textbook procedure.

He cut out her viscera.
Then he bagged them and sewed
her up.

What's that?

She must have swallowed it
before he killed her.

"The guilty must be punished."

So she didn't want a burial.

She wants revenge.

Bingo.

Two days.

Two days is how long Alistair
tortured Jeannie before she
died.

Knives, Mike.

She died her worst nightmare.

Shit, Terry, I'm losing it.

-I'm having trouble staying
here.
-Hold on, okay?

Wait here.

Come on.

Electroshock,
as it is sometimes called....

Electrodes are attached
to the patient's head....

Oh, my God!

Mike.

I found him.

Are you in, or what?

-Two.
-One.

-It better be important.
-Sykes, I need your help.

What? I'm winning here.

-Look, I found the Doctor.
-So? Call the Feds.

There's no time for that.
I need backup.

All right.

-Where is it?
-A cooling tower. Poelzig steel
mill.

I love watching these old tapes.

Jeannie Richardson.

She was my favourite.

You see, I believe
death should be repulsive...

...so we don't grow too fond of
it.

But...

...all this could be avoided...

...if you're ready.

No tears. Take joy in the fact
that you've done great good
here.

You asked for death...

...so I'm no longer your
murderer.

The time has come, Karen.

Drop it now!

-Drop the fucking knife now!
-Bless my soul.

Reilly, so glad you could
make it to the party.

-You brought a date.
-Get away from her.

I'm not gonna fire
a warning shot!

Guns are so impersonal and
artless.

If you want to hurt someone
intimately,
you have to get up-close and personal.

You already tortured her.
Shooting her
would be doing her a favour.

You won't shoot.
You suffer from the curse of
hope.

Yeah, I got hope. I hope my
first shot
blows your fucking head off!

If you kill her, you'll have
no one to hide behind.

I don't want to spoil things,
but if you're...

...expecting the cavalry to save
the day, you're gonna be
disappointed.

The cavalry's right there.

Oh, my God!

Fuck!

Not a very nice person, Mr.
Sykes.
Appalling eating habits.

Too bad this show always
has the same ending.

No, not this time.

Someone wants revenge.

No!

I guess the fans love a
comeback.

Mike.

Look at me. Stay with me.
Hold on. Hold on.

Stay with me. Mike.
Mike, look at me.

Hold on. Hold on! Look at me!
No!

Attractive women like you
sell through the roof.

Just like Jeannie.

Alistair.

Alistair!

You're dead! I killed you!

Alistair.

Alistair...

...time to feel.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Time to die.

Oh, my God.

No, Mike.

Hello?

Hello?