All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S02 E13 - The Mikado (576p - DVDRip)

(boy) Try "naked girls".

All right! We got 473 matches.

If we spent just five minutes
in each site, that would make...

39 hours of porn
on the Internet.

Yeah! That is why Bill
Gates should be president.

There. That one. "100% Free Nasty
Hardcore Coed Teenage Virgins."

"I understand I'll be
exposed to images,

verbal descriptions and audio sounds
of a sexually orientated erotic nature."

"Under penalty of perjury,
I affirm that I am an adult

at least 21 years of age."

- Yes.
- Oh.

$9.95? That's false
advertising. It says, "100% free".

- And we said we were over 21.
- It's OK. One down, 472 to go.

(oar door closes)

- Don't start without me.
- You almost gave me a heart attack.

I thought you were my mom.

- The pizza's cold.
- I got something that'll make up for that.

I ran into Leah y. He heard about it
while lurking on a chatroom for perverts.

- Heard about what?
- An address.

- To a very special place.
- Oh, yes.

- S and M.
- I don't know. She doesn't look the type.

As if you'd know.

The higher the
number, the less clothes.

So what happens at
37122? Full frontal?

Better. Watch.

This is getting kinda freaky.

- God!
- We gotta tell somebody.

- (line engaged)
- What are we gonna tell them?

We need proof. Hit "print".

Did that really happen?

The Group received reports from
24 police departments across the US.

All had complaints from citizens claiming
to have witnessed a murder on a webcast.

- The accounts are consistent?
- Yes.

Over a period of several hours a
series of live still images updated.

They depicted this woman
being restrained to a chair

and then murdered when the number of hits
on the website matched the one on the wall.

- 37122. And the website?
- It disappeared.

In your hands is the only visual
record we have of the entire incident.

Some of the Group think it might have been
staged. Some kind of sick performance alt.

No, it's real. Though
the elaborate nature

of the murder shows
he's performing for us.

- Who has jurisdiction over this?
- Technically, nobody.

No agency can claim jurisdiction
till we find out where it happened.

The law hasn't kept
up with the technology.

No crime scene, no physical evidence and
we don't know the identity of the victim.

Do you think he's gonna
commit another murder?

You can count on it.

The first step in finding the victim's
identity is to deconstruct her face

to give the computer something
to compare to other faces.

We highlight the cardinal
points of the victim's face,

which creates an abstraction I can enhance
by the minute degrees of pixel contrast.

Reducing her face to
a string of numbers I

can feed into the
Missing Persons Registry.

This will take a minute.

Sorry about the mess.
It's the maid's day off.

Don't worry about it. Your apaltment's
exactly howl imagined it would be.

- Ooh! We got six maybes.
- Show all of them.

Which of the missing women
have an e-mail address?

Three. Claudia Vance, Rebecca
Damsen and Patricia Viamonte.

Can you tell how active they were
online before they went missing?

Viamonte's got a CompuNetServe
account which she's used twice.

Vance has got the same kind of
account and logged in about once a week.

What about Damsen?

She's posted hundreds of messages
in every conceivable newsgroup.

Must have been online
hundreds of hours.

My kinda woman.
A real net chick.

- Is there a user profile?
- Uh-huh.

Female, 26. Librarian at the
Sheboygan Conservatory of Music.

- She's the victim.
- Just because she uses the computer?

No. Because he does. The
web has become his world.

He showed her off on the Internet.
He killed her on the Internet.

I believe he stalked her then
made contact in cyberspace

before abducting
her in real life.

There may be a
record of that contact.

I need access to
her e-mail account.

We need permission from CompuNetServe
and to go through the bureaucracy.

You'd get the files by
the end of the week.

No good.

The killer's already
trawling for his next victim.

I could try hacking
into their system, but

I need something with
a lot more fire power.

Where can we get
access to that equipment?

I can think of two
places. The NSA data

system at Vandenberg,
level three clearance.

The other is even
harder to get into.

Access is restricted
to the Millennium Group

but this is a special case, so
anything you don't see, ask.

My God. This is like
a hacker's wet dream.

Dickey Bird told me about it, but I
thought he was yanking my chain.

That's a T3 line.
It's like a fire hose

compared to the soda straw we
were sucking information out of.

You two may wanna leave the
room. What I'm doing isn't exactly legal.

Just get in as quick as you can.

Ding! 11 seconds. Her
password was "password".

Her pseudonym online
was Queen Libido.

These are quite explicit. Doesn't sync
with a librarian from the Sheboygan.

Some people feel liberated when
they adopt an Internet persona.

In cyberspace people
are free to experiment.

Online I've changed my name, my appearance,
sexual orientation. Even gender.

That's more personal
information than I need, Brian.

Her correspondents were
two men and a woman.

- Or so they claim.
- We ought to interview them soon.

- Who do you want to talk to first?
- Ideally all at once.

Otherwise they'll communicate
and tip off the suspect.

But we can't be in
three places at one time.

You can.

We have full duplex vid connections with
every city now. We can see and hear them.

These sliders allow you to turn up
the volume on any of the satcasts.

If you wanna talk, hit this.
Otherwise you can't be heard.

- Peter, can you hear me?
- Loud and clear.

Detective Brusk y?

- Sergeant Collier?
- Mm-hm.

Let's go.

(man) Yeah, that's me. My
onscreen name is Big One.

I never heard of a
law against e-mail.

- Ask him if he ever met Queen Libido.
- Have you had contact with Queen Libido?

Never have, never will. Don't
even want to see a picture.

I get off on their minds.
Physical attributes

bore me. Look at me.
Now close your eyes...

Frank, this is Officer Dominic.

I don't think this Brandon
Heygood Iii is home.

Officer, time is of the essence.

- Can you tum that away a sec?
- (clatter)

What do you know? He
left the door unlocked.

There must be some mistake. The person
you're looking for is obviously female.

With a name like ladylove.

Honey, have you been online?

Brusk y, I think you'd find more
success if you isolated the husband.

Mrs O'Connor, do you think we might talk
to your husband in private for a moment?

- Peter, anything of interest?
- Still looking.

I! Smells terrible in here. Food rotting.
Like he hasn't been home for days.

- Why not use your own name?
- It's a non": de plume.

It's common amongst
authors and literary people.

Ladylove just happens
to be my writing persona.

Peter, on the wall.
What was on the wall?

Show him the wall.
Show him the pictures.

That's it. The cemetery. The
victim. That's where the girl is.

- I can't do this on video.
- You wanna come down after the storm?

They're predicting
heavy rains here. El Nifio.

- A lot of evidence could be washed away.
- Then go to the cemetery now.

Let us be your eyes and
ears. Tell us where to look.

- Show me everything.
- Just keep panning all around.

Try and tell me what you're
thinking, put it into words.

I can't put it into words.

What I do exists somewhere
on the other side of words.

It's gonna rain. We won't
get a second chance.

You slaughtered that young girl for
no other reason than you wanted to.

You hate yourself but you feel
like you're God at the same time.

But maybe the
bitch had it coming.

I watched the life
drain from her body.

And now she's mine forever.
I showed her to the world.

And now I have her in a safe place
where I can see her any time I want.

There's a shed.

Over here. Shed.

- It hasn't been opened.
- Show me the lock.

That's a new lock. My lock. I wanted
to be careful. He wanted to be careful.

Open it up. Get in there.

(Officer Dominic) God, it's both
of them. The girl and Heygood.

Heygood's not our
killer. He's another victim.

Those are numbers?

(Peter) a, s, 2, s, a, a, s, 12.

Maybe passages from the Bible.

- It's an IP.
- It's an Internet address.

He's taken another victim.

- Any changes on the website?
- Only the target number.

The chair's exactly the same.

On the floor the spray
pattern is consistent

with the carotid
artery being cut.

Anything from the shack?

No prints or useful
fibres. He was careful.

The FBi's prepared to mobilise
when we find the location of the site.

- It could be anywhere.
- OK. I'm set.

CompuNetServe is ready
to help with the trace.

This shows how the
web connection is routed.

We find out how the website gets to us
and how the picture got to the website.

I've got to do the
trace within one cycle.

Every time it updates,
we're back to ground zero.

- Go.
- It travelled the fibre backbone.

Come on. Just a second more.

The picture was routed
to a server in Michigan.

Boston. On the main server
for the state of Massachusetts.

I've got it originating in a
suburb called Wellesley.

- Come on.
- (Over phone) Boston.

- (Frank) Damn!
- Lost it.

- We need an account number and a name.
- I'm close.

- The next one will give me an address.
- Boston law enforcement's ready to move.

(beeping)

What? That's impossible.
No one can do this.

- What's going on?
- This update is from a different server.

It's coming from Hawaii.
The server is in Honolulu.

What is it, Boston or Hawaii?

I have to start over.

Tracking it back.

Came off the backbone.
That's right, come to Papa.

Routing information. It's coming
from... Canterbury, England.

I don't get it.

He's playing with us.
He gave us his address

because he knew
we couldn't trace it.

There are two million lines of
code running CompuNetServe.

I'm sorry. I can't identify
the source of the call.

- I can disconnect the website.
- No.

Then we cut off our only
source of information.

696314.

696314.

I have a feeling it's more than
a target number. It's a puzzle.

- It's something we have to unravel.
- Peter. 696314.

I know that number. I practically
lived with it when I was in the FBI.

San Francisco file, aka Avatar.

Still unsolved.
Does that ring a bell?

You've taken a 12-year leap. The last
murder attributed to Avatar was in 1986.

He was the same kind
of predator. He killed

couples, took souvenirs,
taunted the police.

The unique aspect of this case is its
public nature. It's murder on display.

We've got to focus on that.

It's a new medium to
vent the same old rage.

You take the technology
out of it, it's the same crime.

696314.

- It can't be a coincidence.
- Mr Black, Mr Watts.

The picture changed.
This just came in.

- Forward that to FBI Cryptography.
- I already did.

A rotation substitution cipher.

Semaphore codes, horoscope
symbols. Just like Avatar.

- (beeping)
- Looks like we lost the signal.

That's not blank.
That's a curtain.

Like on the stage. He's gonna open
the curtain and show us something.

- Print every frame.
- Printing.

His next victim.

I don't know if I
wanna see this.

If we can ID her, at least we
can tell where she came from.

That's a first step to finding
out where he's holding her.

No, he won't show us her face.

That's how we found
the other two bodies.

The cipher's all
he's gonna give us.

We sent the cipher to the Group's
cryptographer. They haven't had much luck.

Agent Tully, how's it going?

We've run it through every
known algorithmic solution. Nothing.

- Did you try my suggestion?
- Yeah, we tried it.

This code may look
similar bu! It's not the

same as the Avatar
code sent ten years ago.

OK. We'll be here if you
come up with anything.

He could be a copycat.

Someone who was obsessed with the case,
with him. Obsessed enough to re-create it.

The most recent events are not
a copy. It's a whole new creation.

From the slipstream
of electrons.

A world as real as life or death,
but disappear in the blink of an eye.

The devil has a new playground.

696314... was a message.

This cipher was another message.

He found this important
enough to send it twice.

First before the reveal of
the victim and then again after.

What if he didn't send
the same one twice?

I've checked it.

Every symbol, every
position. Exactly the same.

To our eye, maybe, but at the pixel
level there could be a slight difference.

Each point could be
one of 64,000 colours.

We can't tell the difference between,
say, colour 32,105 and colour 32,106.

It's just one small
dot in a big picture.

So, two pictures which
appear identical by sight,

and they have
the same file size,

can conceal within
them a hidden message?

Yes, those two files may be different,
not in a major way but in a minute way.

Least significant digit. The imperceptible
difference yields a binary number.

If we find that number,
we'll find the message.

This is the cipher as we know it,
and this is how we're gonna decode it.

We compare binaries in successive pairs
of pictures until we find a difference.

- There's a mismatch. And another.
- Thousands of bits.

Is the message in a
recognisable file type?

It's...

- A sound file.
- Play it.

(I "The Mikado" by
Gilbert and Sullivan)

- "Defer, defer to the
Lord High Executioner."

- The Mikado.

Yeah. Avatar's
favourite operetta.

(I "The Mikado" playing)

This was never made public. Maybe
ten people in the nation knew about it.

What is it?

Avatar sent four ciphers to
the San Francisco newspapers.

Three of them are published. An
amateur cryptographer cracked it.

- The fourth...
- Was never decoded.

That's what we led people
to believe but we cracked it.

"We work in the dark.
We do what we can."

"We give what we have."

"Our doubt is our passion."

"Our passion is our task."

"And the rest is
the madness of art."

- Henry James.
- Yeah, but Avatar changed one word.

"The rest is the
madness of pain."

Brian, is there a way that we could
send a message to his website?

No. There's no e-mail link. But a newsgroup
has gone crazy over this web death room.

It has over 300 new
posts in the last two hours.

- What do you think?
- Avatar may be monitoring the newsgroup.

- We could take a shot.
- We'll send our own cipher.

We'll do the Henry James
without the last word.

We'll sign it "Sceptic". We address
it to the Lord High Executioner.

- Got that, Brian?
- Who is this Avatar anyway?

That's a good question.

(Peter) As many as 19 murders over
seven years were attributed to Avatar.

(Frank) The only survivor described
Avatar as wearing a robe and a hood.

His eighth victim was a cab driver.
Avatar shot him on a crowded street.

Still covered with blood, he was
seen heading into a public park.

(woman screams)

40 police officers went to the park.
They searched all night, finding no one.

The! Give up at dawn.

Days later, a letter arrived
with a swatch of bloody clothing.

Avatar described
dozens of officers

searching for him, down
to the badge numbers.

He was that close, but
none of the officers saw him.

I was with the search
team in the park,

but I was younger and my
instincts weren't as refined.

But I felt him. I was too slow
to react and he was gone.

(been)

Oh, my God.

He's back.

(woman screams)

(snoring)

Time for breakfast before
the video conference.

FBI set up links anywhere there was a
girl missing who might match our victim.

Cancel it. We're
casting too wide a net.

Frank, the first victim was
from Sheboygan, Wisconsin.

Yes, but her body
was found in San Jose.

37122. That was what was on
the wall behind the first victim.

37 north. 122 west.

That's San Francisco
in the atlas. 37122.

The counter on that website is
above 600,000. We've got a day.

If we direct our search across
the US, we won't make it.

He told us who he
is, what to look for.

Damn it, I should
have seen it, felt it.

But I've been in front of this
monitor and I don't feel a thing.

I cannot feel anything
through those wires.

He has put us on the defensive and
has been two steps ahead of us all along.

You know why?
We're not taking control.

Maybe he told us where to
look because he isn't there.

He's too arrogant for
that kind of deception.

Avatar will tell us
how to find him.

And then, after he escapes,
it proves his superiority.

If we do what he wants, that
may be his cue to kill this girl.

If we don't do something,
it guarantees she dies.

OK, we'll take it
one step at a time.

We'll narrow the search and
brief San Francisco police.

No, the other way. Turn
the focus ring the other way.

- He zoomed out instead of focusing.
- I still can't programme my VCR.

- Captain Bachman, can you see and hear us?
- Loud and clear.

We got the faxes. And I
gotta say I'm confused.

The first two bodies were
found in a cemetery in San Jose.

What leads you to believe that this
death room is located in San Francisco?

That's where he's always been.

I believe we're dealing with
Avatar here. He targets couples.

He kills the male, kidnaps the girl,
then enslaves her before the murder.

These are low-risk victims.

- Most likely professionals.
- Wait a minute. Avatar?

- The maniac from the '80s?
- We have strong evidence...

As a homicide detective
when Avatar was active,

I know the fear he inspired
in this city, this department,

and, the truth be told, in me.

Not many people know
this, but we had two suspects.

One worked in a hardware
store, one construction.

Both were college dropouts, both
highly intelligent and both are dead.

All this you've got here - the faxes,
the computers, the Internet web room,

this camera I'm speaking into -

none of this can
replace legwork.

With a bit of legwork, you would
have found out what I already know.

If there's anything else I can help
you gentlemen with, pick up a phone.

At the current rate, how long before the
number of hits match the target number?

It's been getting about 4,000 hits per
hour. That gives us maybe 21 hours.

4,000 people visit this site just
because a girl might be killed.

There's a lot of repeat
business. Most of them

just hope that she'll
take off her clothes.

Yeah, but some of them
know what's gonna happen.

They saw it on the previous site. Their
actions make them accessories to the crime.

Not to be even more downbeat, but
the rate of web hits always increase

the closer it gets to
the anticipated event.

- (beeping)
- Damn it.

(beeping)

Peter.

What did I do?

(woman) Just a little bit
more and I'm done here.

Frank. I've been in touch
with CompuNetServe.

When we switch the
feed from his side to ours,

they've indicated a possibility of
a lag lasting one to three seconds.

- If he's looking at his monitor...
- He kills her.

We'll see Avatar's site but everyone else,
including him, will be diverted to ours.

But we can ensure the hit
counter never reaches its target.

At best it gives us about 18 hours
before he decides something's wrong.

- I'm ready.
- It has to be a perfect match.

It has to appear
perfect at 640 x 480.

Angela, move your right
hand a hair to your left.

On the next update,
we take over.

Do it.

Got it.

Now what?

I wish I knew.

Angela, slide down a
little and move to your left.

Thank God she moved. I was beginning
to lose feeling on the right side.

- Uh, do you need any water or anything?
- Not right now.

There's usually a
minute between updates.

I could give you a massage to
get some of the circulation back.

Is this some kind of a sick
come-on? I'm not enjoying myself.

I don't get tied
up in real life.

Forget I even mentioned it.

Frank.

What's going on?

Print it.

Got it. The message hidden in the last
webcast ciphers appear to be two URLs.

Two websites? Two more victims?

It could represent
an escalation.

Bring it up, Brian.

Not again. I hate that chair.

- The target number's gone down.
- I'm not certain what that represents.

He killed the other girl before he
reached target. Bring up the other website.

350 million hits?
That'|| never happen.

If that's a live picture,
we got a major break.

Modem all that
information to the FBI.

- What do you make of that number?
- It's too long to be a case file.

- Special Agent Tully, please. I'll hold.
- Maybe it's a square root.

350... 047... 734.

Whoa. Maybe it's a word.

Hellhouse. Changed an O for a U.

We find that RV and we got him.

(phone rings)

- Bach man.
- This is Frank Black.

I'm forwarding information to you
from the FBI regarding the Internet killer.

You've finally given up
the idea this is Avatar.

Regardless of his name, we believe
he's located in a 20-square-mile area

in and around San Francisco,
adjacent to a body of water.

How did you come
to determine that?

This is Peter Watts. We
determined that from a picture.

The location of the sun on the
horizon, the exact time of day,

the angle of a shadow on a
fixed object of standard height.

All these details are in
the e-mail from the FBI.

- I could talk to the commissioner.
- No need to bother the commissioner.

If the FBI says that's where
he is, that's where we'll find him.

I'll send down a couple
of patrol cars right away.

He's covering his
behind. I'm going there.

I believe he's gonna
send out those patrols.

It's not about him, it's about
me. I do better being there.

(phone rings)

- Frank Black.
- That image is getting more specific.

The door is from a
Casalette brand mobile home,

manufactured
between '69 and '74.

SFPD is canvassing every waterside
trailer park and parking lot in the area.

- Anything on the other website?
- No, it's still the chair so far.

- Where are you heading?
- A few haunts where Avatar dropped bodies.

I don't know if it
will get us anywhere.

Just being outside, I feel like
my senses are finally working.

Leave your phone
on. I'll update you.

All right.

(woman on police radio)

Mr Watts, I think
you should see this.

(mobile rings)

- Frank Black.
- Frank, they found the RV.

Ifs at the Powell wrecking yard
in Oakland. 6521 Alessandro.

- Officers are there now.
- I'm on my way.

San Francisco
police. Anyone home?

This is Unit 4-19.
Shots fired. Officer down.

Officer down at 6521
Alessandro. Officer down.

(I "The Mikado" starts playing)

(police officer)
Get out of there!

Easy.

(T “The Mikado“)

(T “The Mikado“)

They got him, right? There's
no way he could have got away.

There's Frank.

No, they didn't get him.

(mobile rings)

(running footsteps)

(T “The Mikado“)

Don't move.

- (whimpering)
- Oh.

You're safe now.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.

You all right?

They found a badly burned body at
the mobile home at the wrecking yard.

Identification's gonna be difficult, but
police believe it was the Internet killer.

No, it's another victim.

Twice I've been close enough to
stop him. Twice I've failed, Pete.

- You didn't fail. You saved this girl.
- He's still out there.

- Is he gonna reappear?
- Not in this form. Not in this medium.

But when he finds
that next thing, that next

weakness, that's when
he'll be there again.

You can count on it.

Visiontext
Subtitles: Gill Parrott

(child) I made this.

ENGLISH SDH