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The deputy police chief tells our reporter live on location

that he's hopeful that the Zodiac killer can be found.

Murder has become even more shocking...

We feel that there's a possibility of developing

more information.

Zodiac...

has killed five

and says he is going to kill again.

Yes, it was done once, but these two officers

who have a personal interest in it...

again last night in San Francisco.

These two officers who have a personal interest in it...

personal interest in it...

So the massive police manhunt

continues throughout California.

Authorities are...

After ten years and 19 murders,

police are no closer to solving the Zodiac murders

than the day they began.

Says he's going to kill again... kill again.

Zodiac remains the most notorious serial killer

never to be caught.

Where to?

Washington and Cherry.

2718 to Washington and Cherry.

Call me when you're done... I got another pickup

in that area.

I have to wait for Nash.

Oh, here he is now.

Welcome to Washington and Cherry.

Didn't Washington chop down a cherry tree or something?

I don't know my Anglo history too well.

Yeah, something like that.

Victim was a young, white male.

Shot once in the right cheek bone,

nine-millimeter handgun, point-blank.

Now, the body was found

half over that right, front passenger seat.

Robbery wasn't a motive.

There was $200 in the cigar box on the front seat.

The really warped thing about this thing, though...

The driver's shirt was cut off and removed.

How'd you know that?

'Cause I've been here before.

♪ ♪

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello? H...

It's faster to swim ashore

than it is to get an outside line off this barge.

I kind of miss the Rotunda.

Is there any chance of us getting back in there? Heh-heh!

Not a chance.

The final earthquake report said it was basically a miracle

we survived as long as we did.

I got a question for you, Nash.

Now, these aren't glove marks,

but, uh, how come there's no fingerprints?

He used glue

or fingernail polish on his fingertips.

It's an old Zodiac trick.

Are you sure this guy's a copycat?

I mean, the real Zodiac was never caught, right?

Nah.

This is an exact duplicate

of a killing that the Zodiac made back in '69.

Thank you.

The real Zodiac would have never cared enough

to leave a calling card this obvious.

A.J.

Just the man I want to see.

You think when you get that big promotion,

you could get us some outside phone lines to the mainland?

After the promotion, yeah.

What if you don't get that promotion?

Well, I'm the most qualified candidate,

got the most seniority, got the best hair.

What else do I need? Ha-ha!

Captain Shimamura... I like it.

So, when you make captain, A.J.,

are you gonna, uh, do some shipboard weddings here?

Detective Bridges. Anything for you, Nash.

Check it out, boys.

This guy's good.

"Head of the Zodiac Task Force."

"This is the Zodiac speaking.

"I'm back.

"Missed you all.

"Hunting season is open again.

Better luck this time."

Last known communication with Zodiac was what, '78?

Yeah. Summer of '78, my rookie year.

You worked on the Zodiac case, Nash?

I worked on the tail end of it.

Head of the Zodiac Task Force at the time

took me under his wing for a while.

And who was that?

Oh, look at this.

He sent along a... cipher.

Cute. Cipher?

What's a cipher?

It's part of the original Zodiac's M.O.

He used to taunt the police and the press

by sending along these, uh, coded messages.

Zodiac used to say, if you solve the cipher,

you solve the crime.

Now, if this guy's playing by the same rules,

we could be in luck.

Evan, send this over to the FBI.

See if they can crack it.

Any eyewitnesses from last night?

Sort of.

Hey ya, fellow crime fighters.

Hey, Joe.

Fascinating article about bike seats

causing low sperm count.

Oh, yeah? It's not the bike seats,

it's the bike shorts.

All right, Harve, tell me if there's drugs in there.

No, Joey, but, uh, we might have found, like,

a paper clip and floppy disk smuggling ring.

Well, I hope this scheme of yours works out.

Yeah, me, too.

Man, those hills don't seem as steep

when you're driving 'em, you know?

Hey, why don't you guys give me a lift to the next location...

Joe, no, man, your inspiration to go undercover like this

to nab these yuppie drug dealers,

man, that was brilliant... I don't want to blow that cover.

Get out of here. Bye-bye, Joe.

I'm sure.

That's when I heard the car stop.

Then a silence, then a gunshot.

After a moment, the car door opened.

One man, not too heavy, got out.

He walked south across Washington.

He turned, went about half a block.

Then another door slammed.

Engine started up.

He made a U-turn and traveled east on Washington.

That's when I lost him.

So you can tell weight and sex

from the sound of footsteps?

You can tell a lot from sound.

For instance, I can tell by the lowered intonation

at the end of your words

that you don't think I'm a very good witness.

By the way,

love your tie.

She said she heard him get into a car in the Richmond District.

That's all permit parking, so with any luck he got a ticket.

Let's run all the citations

issued last night in a five-block radius.

I'm all over it.

I can see you guys laughing back there.

How were the Olympic trials?

Hey, don't you start, too, man.

I've been getting a ration from everybody.

Speaking of rashes, sounds like you're

getting a little chaffed there in your thighs.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.

You got any thigh cream, dear?

Nah, fresh out. When are you gonna blow off

this bike patrol deal and get on this case with us?

Hey, soon as I take these drug dealers down, I'm there.

Anybody care to see a grown man get humiliated in a bike race?

By a ten-year-old, Joe?

Go, go, go, go, go!

So, this is what a pension buys you when you retire, huh?

No, no, his ex-wife got that.

This is what was left over.

Dale?

Yeah, I'll be right out.

Nash. Damn!

Good to see you again.

Yeah, Dale, I, uh, see you got a...

made a lot of progress there on your boat.

What do you think, 2010 you're gonna have that in the water?

Say hello to Evan Cortez.

Evan, it's good to meet you. Pleasure, sir.

I hope Nash here is teaching you half as much

as I taught him when he was a rookie.

Yeah, Nash told me what a hard-ass you were.

Huh.

He's had plenty

of experience dealing with...

young bucks with hoof-and-mouth disease.

Yeah, amazing how you got cured.

Yeah, I wouldn't jump to conclusions, bubba.

Oh...

your serious look... what's up?

We had a murder last night, Dale.

Want to take a little stroll down memory lane?

Handwriting's a perfect match.

The, uh, jagged, almost childish scrawl.

And this, well, yes, this is the same as in 1969.

Upper left section of the victim's shirt.

Oh, yeah, the killer's done his homework.

Homework... the assumption being that this isn't our old friend?

Nah, it's not like the Zodiac to fade away for 20 years.

Maybe he doesn't fade away... he's in the joint

on some unrelated beef, gets out,

and finds he hasn't lost the taste.

I'm not buying it.

Zodiac was far too imaginative

to come back and reenact his old crimes.

Okay, so it's a copycat.

A very good one.

I hope you hang the bastard up by his toenails.

Well, you gonna help me or not?

Oh, I'm a Zodiac expert.

You need a Zodiac copycat expert.

Don't be a pain in the ass.

Copycat or no, this killer thinks like the Zodiac.

I need somebody on my team who can do the same.

Your team? You want my advice about your team?

You get a few fellas here

like Evan, and make sure that

they do what you say, not what you do.

Let us old guys enjoy their retirement.

Evan, I want you to go down to the dead files department

and get copies of everything SFPD has

on the original Zodiac case.

It's too bad he's not gonna help us.

Are you kidding me?

I've chummed the water, baby.

He'll take the bait.

You think so, huh?

Absolutely.

And, Evan... I don't want you coming back in 20 years

and pulling this crap on me.

Man, you would not believe what a hassle it was

to get this stuff photocopied.

You'd think I was taking gold out of Fort Knox.

I mean, they had paperwork up to here,

everything had to be triple approved.

Hey, Lieutenant, you think maybe,

uh, after you get your promotion,

you can you do something about streamlining the process?

You know, maybe getting rid of some of this B.S. bureaucracy?

Well, Cortez,

it's captain, not king, okay?

Yeah, but, uh, eventually you're gonna be king, right?

Hey, Touch and Go Messenger Service.

You're not the normal messenger.

Uh, no, he's, uh, out sick today.

So did he mention to you about our arrangement?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

He explained everything. No problem.

Okay.

Meet me in the storage closet

down the hall in two minutes.

Two minutes.

Gotcha.

No problem.

Easiest takedown in history.

They ought to make me captain.

Handcuffs?

Good.

Now slip them on.

We only have ten minutes.

Get naked and sit on this!

Hey, Nick.

What are you doing here?

Solving a puzzle.

Hey, what's an eight-letter word for "sudden plunge?"

Um... nosedive.

Ah. Tell me,

how come you're not at Shady Acres?

Two words: Joe Dominguez.

Uh, you want to, uh, elaborate on that?

Well, you remember those two girls

Joe brought over for my bachelor party?

Uh, Ebony and Ivory?

Oh, no.

Yeah, them.

Well, it was old Earl Goldman's 90th birthday,

and I wanted to do something special for him.

So I had Ivory over to sing "Happy Birthday."

Guess his ticker gave out on him.

And they blamed me.

Can you believe it?

No, I can't.

Hey, Daddy. Uh, hi, brat.

Uh, how come you didn't tell me your grandpa was here?

You didn't invite him for the weekend?

No, apparently he's here on a Dominguez fellowship.

Where were we?

Well,

after the stripper killed Earl...

Whoa, Grandpa, back up.

Um, catch up on it later.

Go on.

Well, they booted me.

Hell,

the way I see, it's the best thing could've happened,

you know?

Those money-hungry swindlers

rip us off every month, anyway.

Here's to freedom.

Well, uh, just have to find a new place.

Hopefully they won't check in with Shady Acres.

I can take care of myself.

That's practical.

Zodiac case, huh?

You haven't worked on that since you were a rookie.

Nash.

Yeah, brother Nash, we got another victim.

Yeah, better get down here.

Waterfront and Third.

Beautiful.

Got female Caucasian, early 30s.

Ligature marks on the throat, multiple abdominal wounds,

sharp object.

Two deaths, two days.

Well, at least he's leaving us a little more evidence.

So it's 49 victims, is it?

I guess he has been busy the last 20 years.

What the hell is that?

I didn't even know they made those radios anymore.

Got me down here, didn't it? Cut the crap.

We both know what got you down here.

Oh, don't get all soggy-eyed on me.

I heard the call, figured I'd better get down here

before you tied your sorry ass into a pretzel.

Thank you so much.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Stab pattern.

Uh-huh.

Awfully familiar- looking, isn't it?

Like I said, this guy's done his homework.

Of course, anybody with a library card

could've boned up on Zodiac's handiwork.

Yeah, but there were some things

we never told anybody, remember?

Of course I remember.

Well, I'm glad your photographic memory is shipshape,

'cause we're gonna need all the gray matter

we got between us on this one.

We?

What do you mean "we," paleface?

I thought all I needed was a couple of guys like Evan.

Who the hell told you that?

Hair and fiber results inconclusive.

Too many people in and out of that cab all day long.

I'm assuming no prints either, huh, Evan?

Yeah, there was nothing usable.

And the chemical results were pretty useless as well.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

There was, uh, some toluene,

ammonia, stuff that's commonly used

in, like, car cleaning fluids.

What about the parking tickets?

Uh, traffic came back with two dozen tickets

- written last night. - Get on them.

Use Harve if you need him.

Not much, but it's all we got.

Whoa, incoming!

Oh!

Ho, it's the lone stranger.

Hey, Tonto.

Stay there, boy. I'll get some air for your tires.

Joe Dominguez, is that you?

Well, as I live and breathe.

Dale Cutter, how the hell are you?

How's the wife?

She dumped me in '87.

Ah.

Hey, you're better off.

How about the kids?

I call them every Christmas and on

their birthdays, but I haven't seen them in a while.

I guess they finally got tired of

the old man trying to micromanage their lives.

Can you imagine, anybody finding me difficult?

Get out of here. That's ridiculous.

So, Joe, you gonna jump out of that cat suit,

give us a hand on the case?

Yeah, as soon as I slam the door on this one, I'm on.

I just came by here to dump some paperwork off,

and, uh, got to hit the trail, partner.

Good seeing you.

Oh, uh, Joe.

Yep?

Don't forget the, uh, brakes are on the handlebars.

What? D-Don't do that!

Get out of the way!

Hey, ha!

This is a list of probables.

Well, while you were surfing the Net or whatever you call it,

I was using an old-fashioned device

we used to call a telephone.

I did a little checking on my own.

I think I know who you're looking for:

Richard Fraker.

Dale, that was one of

your suspects 20 years ago.

The first eyewitnesses put Zodiac's age at late 20s.

That's 1969.

Which means he'd only be in his mid 50s today.

Y-You wanted my help,

I'm offering it.

So, look, have you, have you checked Fraker out?

What if I'm right?

Don't you think it's worth a drive?

What do you got?

A lot. But here's the clincher.

He went into Folsom 18 years ago

for a manslaughter rap, he got out three weeks ago.

You do the math.

You got an address?

Hey, I got to leave something for you to do.

What, are you getting mellow in your old age?

Evan, Richard Fraker.

Call us in the car.

Will do.

You still got that little pea shooter?

Don't leave home without it.

Damn, I sure hope it works.

Kind of like old times, huh?

No, no, in the old times, I'd be in front.

Oh, your mama.

Still think we're on the wrong trail?

Come on out of there, Rich.

Nice and slow.

Put that knife down right there.

Over in the chair.

Move, move.

Nice decor.

Although I wouldn't count on

getting my deposit back anytime soon.

Look, I'm in taxidermy school.

What are you gonna arrest me for,

illegal possession of rat intestines?

How about 49 counts of murder, Richie?

Oh, well, I been in prison for 18 years.

Where you been the last 48 hours?

Hey, Rich, read that right there.

"Bastille Day."

Oh, Christmas falls on the 25th this year.

Is there anything else?

He's not the guy.

Sorry, Rich.

What are you talking about?

Oh, uh, one word of advice: air freshener.

Where you going?

What the hell was that all about?

What's the one thing that every Zodiac eyewitness

described about our killer?

That he's white.

Besides that.

Uh, thick glasses.

Okay, so Fraker's got 20/20 vision,

and the original Zodiac was practically blind.

He wasn't wearing any contacts.

And I doubt that Folsom prison popped for a radial keratotomy

while he was doing 18 to life.

One other thing:

this guy in here is left-handed.

And we both know that the real Zodiac is right-handed.

Okay, he could be the copycat.

Our eyewitness would've ID'd this guy's limp.

Damn. Eyeglasses.

That must be why I cleared Fraker 20 years ago.

I must be rustier than I thought.

Huh?

What was that?

What's that I'm hearing?

Was that humility?

Yeah, well, soak it in, kid,

'cause it's the first and last time

you're gonna hear it from me.

Well, who's next on your list, Mr. Humble?

Special delivery.

Hey. Hey, Joe.

Hey, guys.

Here you go, Harve. Merry Christmas.

Oh, Lord.

Hey, listen, can we drive over and drop that off?

I think I'm getting some shin splints, man.

Well, you wouldn't want to blow your cover, Joe.

Well, how would you feel about me blowing my aorta.

Would that make you happy?

I can't believe it.

Girls... What?

We have contact.

Are you kidding?

All right, Joe, let's draw up a tactical plan.

Uh, okay, let's see.

Okay, we got a warehouse

here that's been converted to a storefront.

Uh, it's freestanding, okay.

Uh, let's see...

Would-would this be its swimming pool, Joe?

What is this, art criticism or a takedown?

As well as on offense.

Ball is inbounded for Davis, the team captain...

Police! Freeze!

Nobody move!

Ah!

Surprise!

Now get over there, and don't move, right there.

Didn't you mother tell you not to run in the house?

So, A.J., how you gonna take this guy down?

I say shoot him.

That's a little extreme, isn't it, Joseph?

Weakest link in the chain...

is at the anchor, pilgrim.

Brava.

Bellissimo.

See that, bad guys? That was good.

Grandpa...

are you supposed to be in Dad's stuff?

Honey, I'm your grandparent, okay?

I used to decipher codes back when I was

in the Navy signal corps.

And I was pretty good at it, too.

Okay.

Just don't wreck anything, all right?

You know, Nash, I've been following your career,

and I must say, I'm real proud.

Thanks, Dale.

No, I mean proud of me, I taught you well.

You are a piece of work.

Let me ask you something.

How are you doing out here?

I mean, are you okay?

Better than okay.

No lawn to mow.

No traffic.

No obnoxious neighbors.

Best damn sunset in the world.

And it's all free.

Nothing's free, bubba.

It's just a matter of how you end up paying for it.

What turned you into a cynic?

Hanging out with you.

I loved being a cop, but I don't really miss it.

I got my boat, got my books, got my 'Niner tickets.

No regrets?

One, maybe.

Too much work, too little family.

And I realized it too late.

I'd say that, that's a major regret.

Well, I'm not perfect.

Hard to believe, huh?

I'm stunned.

And don't forget the drapes.

Yes, ma'am, we'll take care of it.

Well, here it is, right where we left it.

It's really not possible...

That we've been in Aruba for the last week.

So tell me something.

How do explain the parking ticket that you got

in the Richmond last night if your car was parked here all evening?

I don't have to... you do.

Yeah.

What, what about this scrape?

Did you report that to your insurance company?

What scrape? What?!

Uh-huh.

No way.

Jake Messina is going to the party?

He's extremely gorgeous.

Yeah, I cleared it with my dad already.

Yeah, listen, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?

Bye.

Hi, sweetheart. Hi.

You remember Mr. Cutter? Oh, sure.

Hi, Mr. Cutter, nice to see you again.

Wow. Have you ever changed.

Dale Cutter. Yeah, I started that club.

Nick Bridges.

How are ya? Good.

Last time I saw you, we could both do 50 sit-ups.

I still can.

Nick, did you do this?

I'm sorry, I hope I didn't mess anything up.

I was just doodling. Look at this.

"Between the spot where the emperor fell

"to the Devil's nest.

1-26 1800."

He's cracked the cipher.

How the hell did you do this?

Once I figured out the key phrase was based on naval semaphore signals,

it wasn't that hard.

By the way, this guy's a terrible speller.

All right, the original Zodiac, uh, selected his victims

by drawing quadrants from a radius

that had an anchor point at Mt. Diablo.

This clue must relate to that.

Emperor?

The Imperial Hotel?

Uh, The Emperor's Club in Chinatown.

Uh... the old emporium, Capwell's Department Store...?

No, think. More obscure. Stranger.

Uh...

Norton.

Emperor Norton.

He collapsed and died right here on the corner

of California and Kearney in 1880.

Who was Emperor Norton?

He was my great uncle. Which makes him your daddy's

great-great uncle.

A real eccentric old coot.

Used to mint his own money, proclaimed himself

Emperor of San Francisco.

The location can't be right.

It's not near water, it's not remote.

"Between the spots where the emperor fell

to the Devil's nest."

"Between the spots..."

That's Pier 26.

Is that close enough to the water for you?

Nick, you're a genius. Stay with him. I'll be late.

Oh. Dad, wait. I have a party to go to.

Hell, ask your friends over here.

I'm in the mood to celebrate.

Close enough for me.

Damn!

They found the boat three piers down.

With any luck, he drowned.

I'll tell you one damn thing,

that's no 55-year-old man.

I'm 45 and in great shape and I can't move like that.

Unless Inger's mad at me.

I can't stand hanging around here for another minute.

Let's get off our butts and mobilize this operation.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Dale, what's going on with you?

Why are you so mad?

Because I let him get away!

Forget about that crap.

You remember the first week on the job

when I... when I was chasing that guy and I ran through

the plate glass window?

I thought you said you were pushed.

So when were you

gonna tell me the truth about this?

I was waiting for a special occasion.

Here you go.

Any musical requests?

Uh, the music's fine, but the drink's a little weak.

Got anything stronger?

Is that what just arrived?

Yep.

"Dear pigs, That was close tonight at the pier.

"Quite a thrill.

"So no more clues from now on.

"You're too good.

"P.S., Welcome back, Lieutenant Cutter.

Missed you."

If you want to understand the artist,

study his work.

He thinks he is the Zodiac.

He's not a copy cat, he's delusionary.

This is a case of displacement projection.

He is living the life of the Zodiac, not emulating it.

Keep going, Dale.

All right, our killer has a very high I.Q.,

but he holds down a low-wage, menial type of job.

Driver, janitor, delivery man.

So, he props up his low self-esteem

by controlling others.

This is one twisted bastard, man.

He is sexually repressed, painfully shy.

Probably physically unattractive.

By becoming the Zodiac,

he is able to adopt the traits of this brash,

arrogant, confident killer.

So, in a sense, this is the same killer.

Well, he certainly thinks he is.

Lab reports from the pier.

Diesel oil, traces of marine fuel,

sand particles, tolu... toluene.

Evan, do you have the lab report on the car you had impounded?

Yes, sir.

High trace levels of toluene.

Harvey, find out what the hell toluene is

and what it's used for besides cleaning cars.

Yeah.

How the hell did he know this?

What?

Look at that knot he used.

It's a nautical half hitch braid.

Just like the one the real Zodiac used.

Except nobody knew about that except for us.

We deliberately mis-recorded that knot

on every report.

Now, wait a second. Why did you guys do that?

So we would have a secret way of knowing

if we ever had a copycat.

How could he know?

Guys, look at this.

The position of these bodies.

They're all positioned facedown.

The only way the killer could have known that that was Zodiac's M.O.

was if he... He had access to the original police crime scene photographs.

But no one's had access to those photographs for 20 years, right?

Supposedly.

If we find out that someone's

seen the original photos, and we match it up

with Cutter's profile, we got ourselves a candidate.

All right, toluene.

It's a bleach-based compound.

Unfortunately, it's found in

about a million commonly used items.

Bug repellent, industrial solvents,

cleaning solutions, et cetera.

Well, that helps us narrow it down... not.

Let's go find out if anybody's had access

to those original photos.

So, how many times have I lost in a row?

I think that was three. Three.

You're not losing on purpose, are you?

You accusing me of cheating, pal?

Uh-uh. Cause I'll toss you out of here.

Hmm...

So, I said to my commanding officer,

"Sir, you can turn tail and run if you want to,

but I'm taking that hill."

And I got my flamethrower and I went to it.

Actually, I have to be leaving.

Why? You just got here.

I've been here two hours.

I've got another party to hit.

Thanks. Great time.

Bye. See you in class.

Great.

The purpose of me having this party was to hang out with him.

And now I'm stuck here.

Well, I got burned a bit,

but you should have seen what happened to them.

I had them running in every direction.

And that basically is how I won the war.

Of course, I didn't take credit for it.

Grandpa, you want to dance?

Why, sure, little lady.

Are you having fun?

No.

Grandpa, this party was a major bust.

I just want everybody to go home.

Now, everything's gonna be all right.

So nobody else has looked at these Zodiac case files.

Only you guys.

That's funny. This is supposed to be locked.

It's rigged.

So this is how he got to be an expert, huh?

Yeah, but who?

And only three people have access to those keys?

That's right. Me, the day guy and the swing man.

And we personally accompany anyone requesting.

What about him?

Is he police personnel?

Uh, well, uh, no, uh, I mean, but uh, janitorial services,

you know, I mean, they gotta have access, I mean...

Janitor.

Janitors, cleaning, toluene.

Evan, didn't you tell me there was a cleaning crew

when you, uh, impounded the car up there at the Nob Hill house?

Yeah, she said it was, uh, her regulars.

She give you the name of the firm?

Was it Crestline Cleaners?

That's it.

All right, Evan, have them cross-reference

the Nob Hill client's cleaning crew

with the Hall of Justice crew.

Our killer's gotta be on both lists.

You heard him, do it.

Yes!

Only one person cleaned both the Nob Hill house

and the Police vault.

His name's Gary Graham.

I got his address right here.

Nice interior design.

Yeah, Laura Ashley, by way of Jerry Garcia.

Who called for backup?

Yeah.

Sorry to spoil your fun,

but when somebody breaks into my house

I call the police.

Such a dangerous city.

We know who you are, and we're gonna get you, Graham.

It's too late.

I've already picked out my next victim.

In fact, I'm going over there tonight.

Oh, uh, give my best to Lieutenant Cutter.

So sad what's happened to him.

Hope the same doesn't happen to you, too.

Rings, watches, trophies of his past victims.

Keepsakes of his future moves.

Look at these photographs.

They all correlate to the time of day he attacked them.

You got the cabbie at night

and the jogger during the day.

This waitress is the only one left

he photographed at night.

Graham said he was gonna get her tonight.

Nicky P's Diner.

That's at Eighth and Mission.

What do you bet Dyan's working there right now?

Dyan...

where is your name tag?

Oh, uh, I-I lost it.

Last call. Almost 12:00.

Closing time.

What are you doing?

I-I like the dark.

Mr. Graham.

How about letting the lady go?

I could really use a cup a coffee.

Inspector Bridges.

It's so nice to finally meet you.

Where are your friends?

It's just you and me, bubba.

See, I, I finally figured out,

you wanted to be caught.

That's why you left all the clues, wasn't it?

Why don't you let the lady go?

How's the meat loaf, Dyan?

Oh, no, no, I-I did not want to be caught

because now everything

is going perfectly according to plan,

because I even get to bag you.

The, the Zodiac gets to take out

the head of the Zodiac Task Force.

I'm not the head of the Zodiac Task Force,

And you're not the Zodiac.

I'm better than the original Zodiac.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll make you a deal.

You let the lady go, and you can have me.

Tell you what.

You get rid of your gun, and we'll talk.

Okay.

I'll waste her.

One more doesn't mean anything to me.

It should.

'Cause the way I see this,

she's got you hostage.

You think I'm afraid to die?

I don't really care whether you are or not.

I'm just informing you

that you will die

if she doesn't walk.

Well...

looks like you finally got your Zodiac killer.

Yeah.

I guess I did.

Joe!

It's about the timing on the headlights.

What? You said as soon as

you slide the gun out, hit the lights.

No, no. I said before I slide the gun over.

I didn't want the gun to leave my hand.

Oh.

Sorry.

Thanks for dropping me off, Nash.

Next time, try solving a case on your own.

You sure you don't want to go get some breakfast?

Why would I spend $4.50 on eggs and toast

when I can make it right here and save myself the four bucks?

Because the eggs won't be runny and the toast won't be burnt.

I hope to hell you're not feeling sorry for me.

Are you crazy?

A rattlesnake, maybe.

You, no way.

Good, because this is my life.

This is what I created and I like it,

so bug off and leave me alone...

Unless you want my help again.

Who would ask you for your help,

you crusty old buzzard?

By the way, I think it's great

that your old man is living with you.

Oh, God...

Oh, no, I have to clean.

Good morning.

Well, I trust everyone slept well.

Fine, but right now

I don't feel so good.

I'll bet.

Nick, I've been thinking.

I want you to live here with me.

You do?

But you're always at work.

I thought it wasn't practical.

Hell, it isn't practical.

But I don't want you living in no damn nursing home no more.

You ought to be living right here with me.

It's the right thing to do,

and when I'm not here, if Cassidy's not here,

then we'll, we'll get you a companion to be with you.

Thanks, son.

Dad?

Yeah?

Do we have any aspirin?

Honey, why don't you go get into bed.

I'll bring you some aspirin.

Okay.

But if you ever let my daughter

have a party and get drunk like that again,

I will kick you right back out.

How'd you know about the party?

Well, you just confessed to it.

What the hell's going on, A.J.?

You going back to the Rotunda?

Nope. Hawaii.

I didn't get it.

Damn, A.J., I don't...

I don't know what to say.

Well, the test for captain's not for another five years.

20 years ago, I promised myself

that if I didn't get it by now, I'd go home.

Hunter's Point.

'82.

Ooh!

Never been so scared and excited

at the same time.

You said that on your wedding day, too.

Meant them both times, eh?

It's been one hell of a ride, huh, Nash?

It sure has.

You sure about this, A.J.?

Yeah.

Yeah, Nash.

Patch it through.

Hello, Inspector.

Can I help you?

Just wanted to congratulate you

on catching the copycat Zodiac killer.

Maybe someday you might even catch me.

Who is this?