All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S02 E14 - The Pest House (576p - DVDRip)

(Squeaking)

I told my mom I'd be
home half an hour ago.

Besides, it's way
too cold out here.

Could I convince you to stay if I
offered you some peppermint schnapps?

You know what's down the road? The East
County Psychiatric Hospital. The loony bin.

- They called it The Pest House.
- Stop it.

This one hospital holds the most dangerous
assortment of maniacs in the western US.

- I'm not gonna get scared.
- Serial rapists, paedophiles, murderers...

Don't tell me. One
of them escaped.

Worse. Released. His
name is Harold Brennan.

He was sent there
three years ago after a

verdict of "not guilty
by reason of insanity".

What did he do?

I don't know if I should tell
you, it's pretty scary stuff.

- Come on, tell me.
- All right, all right.

It was a night like tonight. A sorority
were having a campout near Alpine Village.

They all went to bed
completely exhausted.

But seven of 'em never woke
up. Because during the night,

Harold had come into
their camp and covered

their faces with rags
soaked in chloroform.

And one by one, he neatly
sliced their throats from ear to ear.

Each time making sure he cut the carotid
artery so he could drain their blood.

There would have
been an eighth victim,

but the rag was dry and she fought through
the anaesthetic, and she found a cleaver,

and when Harold reached for her
neck, she grabbed his arm and wham!

Just chopped off his hand.

And only two years after he was
sent to the hospital, he was released.

Cured, only now with a hook
where his left hand used to be.

Within three months the police lost track
of him. And now no one knows where he is.

I mean, he could be
across the country.

But then again, he
could be next door.

I mean, he could
even be in the car!

- I'm sorry. You're just so easy to freak.
- No, you're just really good at it.

Oh, come here. It's not
the only thing I'm good at.

(creaking)

- What was that?
- My tongue in your ear?

No, that noise. If I get a scratch
on this car, my dad will kill me.

I'll be right back, I'm
just gonna check it out.

(mud)

Kevin?

(mud)

This isn't funny.

(clatter)

You'd better stop scaring me unless
you want to stay outside all night.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Kevin.

(metal squeaking)

I'm never gonna
forgive you for this!

(screams)

The victim was Kevin
Galbraith, a freshman

English major at the
University of Portland.

He was parked on Copper
Cove Bridge with his girlfriend

when the attack occurred,
approximately 11.30pm.

According to her statement,
her boyfriend leaves the car,

and for her safety she
locks herself inside.

And he doesn't return.

She becomes afraid, because she
hears scratching on the outside of the car.

She finally makes her escape. She discovers
her boyfriend hanging upside down, dead.

Cause of the scratching
was his hands,

rubbing against the
car as he swayed in the

wind. It's an urban
legend. None of it's true.

That's what I would have said,
except we have a real victim here.

And a psychologically scarred
witness, who's under heavy sedation.

Police have interviewed
her, but she knows

nothing more than we
know from the stories.

The Group believes
this won't be an isolated

incident, so I've done
a profile based on that.

Checked the backgrounds of inmates at
mental institutions near the crime scene.

Think you'll find
that interesting.

E Jacob Woodcock.

He killed a couple parked
on the Copper Cove Bridge.

(Peter) He fits
the profile to a T.

The only problem is, he
couldn't possibly have done it.

Hi. My name is Frank
Black. This is Peter Watts.

We're working with the
Sheriffs Department. I need...

Could you sign this?

I have an interview
with E Jacob Woodcock.

- Woodcock?
- Woodcock.

He's a very disturbed individual, with
a wide variety of personality disorders.

Paranoid, schizotypal. He's
a factor-one psychopath.

We need to speak
with him about a murder.

Mr Brennan. Why don't you let me talk to
these gentlemen? You're late for therapy.

Come on, Mr Brennan. Come.

He's a patient?

You're a doctor?

Doctor Ellen Stoller.
What can I do for you?

Everyone sort of dresses alike?

We feel uniforms and lab coats
just serve to stigmatise the patients.

If we dress as doctors,
they act like patients.

We work hard to eliminate
the visual cues in the ward.

You can tell us apart by the
keys we wear on our belts.

I'm Frank Black. Peter Watts. We're
working with the Sheriffs Department.

I know. They called. He's
very anxious to speak with you.

Woodcock is a highly
disturbed individual

with a wide variety of
personality disorders.

- He's paranoid, schizotypal...
- A factor-one psychopath.

- How did you know?
- Wild guess.

He couldn't be connected
with any recent murder.

Besides his physical handicap,
he's still under maximum security.

He hasn't set foot outside this hospital
in five years. You know what I mean.

What are the security
measures for prisoners?

The patients here are
not prisoners. No one in

this hospital has been
found guilty of a crime.

But we understand they may pose a
danger to themselves and to society.

Maximum-security patients are in a secure
ward, behind electronically locked doors.

We make visual inspections every hour.
He couldn't escape without us knowing.

So that's where it
went. It's a sick picture.

Real sick. I know that now.

Can you tell us
anything about it?

Whoever did this, the
killer, he's done it before.

See, that's a sailor's knot.

The more you struggle, the tighter it
gets. And this is a fine bisecting cut.

It's straight, almost
a surgical line.

Even with the sharpest knife,
that takes a lot of practice.

Maybe he worked on
animals before. Maybe not.

Mr Woodcock.

Did you, or anyone you know,
have anything to do with this murder?

You hear that?

I don't either. Cos there's
nothing there to hear any more.

I used to wear
headphones with music

blasting in my ears to
drown out the voices.

I used to scream so
I didn't have to listen.

But those voices, they could
cut through concrete ten feet thick.

Cos they come from the
inside. See, I know that now.

I wanted you to know, so they could
know. I don't have to be here any more.

Where did what go? You
said "So that's where it went."

Oh, yeah. I did.

Everything. Just everything.

I don't understand. Did you have
anything to do with the murder?

Oh, yes.

I didn't do it, but it's mine.

It's all mine.

How's my little snake today?

Very active, I see.

Let him burrow too deep
and you'll never get him out.

- You need to talk to anybody else?
- Not now, Edward.

No problem.

There have been all kinds of
precedents for surrogate killers.

People with personality
deficiencies so severe

that they'll kill for
a dominant partner.

There's no shortage of
candidates around here.

Woodcock might have come in contact
with a patient that has outside privileges.

Told him what to do. Maybe that's why
the murder seemed scripted. Because it was.

Ask Stoller to keep
him under surveillance,

let us know who he
comes into contact with.

(Whimpers)

Get Dr Stoller.

Let go. Katie, let go. Katie!

Hey, what are you doing?

Bear, get the hell outta here.

Bear, it's not your
blood. It's not your blood.

Bear!

- Bring him up, get him up.
- Let go. Let go.

Keep away from his mouth. Anything
gets in there, it's not coming out.

Come on, Bear. Get
him in the side room.

Get him in the
side room. Let's go.

Side room, Bear.

- You sure that'll hold him?
- When he gets worked up this way,

he would have taken
her arm right off.

- With his teeth?
- That's why he's here.

Actually, Callie, I need
the light on the tyre.

- It's too cold. I want to wait in the car.
- Just five more minutes.

I need the light to
put the spare on.

(rustling)

- Did you hear that?
- Just hurry up. I'm freezing here.

Shine the light over there.

We're out in the country. It's
probably some big, wild, crazy animal.

Just spare me, Callie.

Yeah, well, just hurry up.

On the tyre, Callie.

Ow! Callie!

Dammit!

Callie!

All right, quit playing games.

Dammit.

(footsteps)

Callie?

What?

Callie?

(animal grunting)

Still missing parts of the thighs
on both bodies. The hand from her.

The way these bodies were ripped apart,
I think a coyote got to 'em before we did.

The tears in the bodies are too
precise to be caused by an animal.

The killer was very disorganised.
This is a target of opportunity.

The killer and the victims' paths happened
to cross at exactly the wrong moment.

Mr Black, you said the other murder
was scripted, and this one is disorganised.

- Are you suggesting two different maniacs?
- Yes, I am.

The killer of Galbraith
could integrate into

society - hold down a
job, rent an apartment.

I can see this person
walking down the street

wearing the same blood-soaked clothing
he wore while committing the crime.

He's out of his mind, literally.
Rationality pared down to an animal state.

Bear.

I studied Bear's case history.

The murders that got him here and the
murders last night were almost identical.

Even though they
were five years apart.

Both sets of victims were
couples. Victims of opportunity.

Their bodies were mutilated.

Literally torn apart. The female
victims' hands were never found.

- Well. It certainly is a coincidence.
- We call that a signature.

Mr Black.

Would you expect a
serial killer would exhibit

no refinement of
technique over five years?

That his environment
would have no effect on him?

There are cases where killers,
when released after up to 15 years,

return to killing in exactly the same
manner they'd used before confinement.

That is exactly the
kind of bigotry that my

patients face constantly,
from all of society.

No one believes that
counselling, intensive

therapy, medication,
can rehabilitate the sick.

These people are put
in here with absolutely

no expectation of
ever being let out.

All right, let's get
down to it. Why don't

you explain to me how
he could have done it?

- Was Bear in a side room last night?
- No. He was released for group, at 5pm.

Where do they meet?

Last night they had a supervised
walk around the hospital grounds.

You mean he was
actually allowed outside

just three hours after
he attacked that girl?

Mr Watts. You're
really not qualified to

pass judgement on
how we treat our patients.

I know that things seem to
get out of hand once in a while.

But there is no sliver of proof that anyone
here had anything to do with the murders.

You OK?

What's the matter?

It's, uh... a fake fingernail.

Hey. Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

I think you've eaten
more than a sliver of proof.

We have to talk to everyone who had access
to the kitchen. Given Bear's involvement,

- do you consent to his being interviewed?
- Yes, of course.

Still, I wouldn't expect much. The last
three years, he hasn't spoken a word.

(Frank) Can you remember
what you did last night?

At any time last night, were you
outside the maximum-security ward?

- You were, huh?
- No, you're confusing him.

I already told you, they had a walk
outside, on the hospital grounds.

How did you get those
marks on your head, Bear?

Did you kill two
people last night?

Did you mutilate them? And
tear a hand off for a souvenir?

Come on, her name
was Callie. She was 22.

- Dr Stoller...
- You're right.

- Is that a yes?
- We're done now.

He... He touched me.

Inside me.

Take it out.

Take everything out.

Who touched you, Bear?

The boy, the girl, were mine.

Inside me.

Mine, but not me.

Mine, not me.

Mine, but not me.

Mine, not me. Mine, not me.

Bear, listen to me. I want you
to take a deep breath and relax.

Take a deep breath,
let it into your lungs.

Try to remember. It's important.

Stop asking him questions. He is
not gonna answer any more questions.

He's having a seizure.

Bear? Bear? Bear!

As you can see, the
forebrain is slightly enlarged.

This darker area by the
hypothalamus could indicate a tumour.

That could be what
caused his agitation.

No, that could be what caused his seizure.
His agitation was caused by you two.

Well, both Woodcock and Bear referred
to something being taken from their minds.

Is there any experimental
programme being conducted on them?

These are highly disturbed individuals.
You mustn't take what they say literally.

And even if there were
secret experiments,

I wouldn't tell you. I
wouldn't tell anyone.

These CAT scans were my attempt to explain
his delusions. Obviously I've failed.

Dr Stoller, the exact
nature of these crimes

apply to a minute
portion of the population.

Now, someone in your maximum-security
ward is responsible for these murders.

And I don't see it
stopping any time soon.

We know that you're protective of
your patients. We understand that.

But we have a greater
responsibility to protect the next victim.

- What do you need?
- Access to everything.

Come on, you know
that's impossible.

There are far too many
issues of confidentiality. I...

All right.

There's a group therapy session later on.
One of you can watch from behind the glass.

OK.

(Edward) Grab a
chair. Semicircle.

I know we're doing this for
all the right reasons, but...

deep down I can't help but
feel like I'm betraying them.

They'll never know I'm here.

I know, but I do.

And I always will.

(Edward) Come
on, people, let's go.

Grab a seat. Does anybody want to
say anything before the doctor gets here?

Anybody have any good
dreams lately? Any bad ones?

Come on, people. We can't
make progress unless you talk.

I had a very good
dream last night.

I dreamt that everybody
here was allowed to leave,

and that the hospital was closed down
because bad things didn't happen any more.

Your dreams are boring.

Oh, yeah? Then
why don't you start?

I don't have 'em any
more. He took my best ones.

Eddie, when do I get out?
I don't want to die in here.

You're not dying. You're
going on to everlasting life.

Bear. You too.

Purdue. You ready to step up?

I know you want to.
I'm ready when you are.

(Edward) Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, everyone.

You're all looking very rested.

Joey, would you like to start?

Let's get started.

- Did you find what you were looking for?
- Not exactly.

Tell me the signs you're looking for,
maybe I can rule out some suspects.

Problem is, they all
have signs. Under the

right circumstances
and a triggering stressor,

every one of your
patients will kill again.

- That's very bleak.
- Very real.

Where you see the potential for
murder, I see the potential for recovery.

I'm not naive enough to think that
my patients will ever be model citizens,

but I believe that they
can be productive, creative.

I think they can be
a part of our world.

Listen, let me ask
you something.

- Are you missing anything lately?
- What?

I mean, something small. Like
a shirt, belt. Something personal.

Actually, I did misplace a scarf a
couple days ago. How did you know?

I think you're in real
danger. I think the killer

took a trophy, and he'll
use it to restrain you.

- To tie your hands.
- Wow.

I don't mean "wow"
like "you're amazing".

I mean "wow" like "you're crazy".
How did you come up with that?

I think you should leave
this hospital for a few days.

No, I won't. Maybe you should.
Or else, think about checking in.

- Dr Stoller...
- No. I won't be intimidated.

Not by my patients,
and certainly not by you.

If you require anything more of
this hospital, talk to the administrator.

(footstep)

Mr Purdue. What are you
doing out of your room?

I couldn't sleep.

I have something to say to you.

Things I can't say in
front of anyone else.

We could schedule an appointment right
now. I can see you sometime this week.

Tomorrow.

Remember the conversation
we had about personal space?

- You're making me feel very uncomfortable.
- I know.

I want you to really listen to me
and pay attention, because I'm scared.

I don't want to change like Woodcock
and Bear and I'm afraid it's gonna happen.

- You're the only one that can stop it.
- What are you talking about?

They don't dream any more.

Did you know that?

It's taken out of their heads.

Don't let him take
it out of my head.

Who? Who are you afraid of?

Don't you know?

Edward. He's the devil.

- Watts.
- Peter, it's Frank.

Stoller shut us down. We have
no access to the patients' records.

- I'll pull up the Group's database.
- This is what we need.

Maximum-security guy.
Got a history of knife attacks.

He uses some article of clothing to
restrain the victim during the murder.

- You think he'll act again?
- You know I do.

Listen, my battery's dead on my cellphone,
so I'll be waiting here. 555-0134.

As soon as I know.

We have to talk.

I don't believe your lies
about life everlasting.

I don't much care
to live forever.

That can be arranged.

Now...

Tell me your dreams.

(phone rings)

Give it up, Mr Black. We'll
all still be here in the morning.

Peter?

Got a possible match
with a Cainan Purdue.

He stalked his victims
by hiding in their oars.

In one instance, he
used the victim's belt to

tie her to the seat, then
stabbed her 52 times.

Peter, are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

All three cases, the
MOs are urban legends.

Everything old is new again.

(oar engine starts)

Hey!

(Frank) Hey!

(96! Horn)

(oar horn continues)

- Pull over.
- What are you doing? You're insane.

Pull over.

(truck horn)

- Fill her up?
- Yeah, thanks.

This credit card's no good.
You have to come to the register.

But I just used it today.

You're gonna have
to come with me now.

There's someone in the
back of your car with a knife.

We're going into the cashier's booth,
locking the door and calling the police.

- It's ringing.
- (Frank) Dr Stoller.

(man) Don't touch that door.

- Did you see him?
- No, I didn't see anything.

I saw somebody with a knife.

If he's from the ward,
they're not there now.

Call the police and tell them to
meet us at East County. Listen.

What almost happened matches a crime
committed by a patient, Cainan Purdue.

We gotta get to the hospital
and confirm he's gone.

(Wash)

Mr Johnson, back in your room,
please. Dr Stoller, what's going on?

A patient might be missing.
We have to check every room.

Are you the only nurse on duty?

- Yes, in Maximum Security. I didn't see...
- Which one is Purdue's room?

Ward Five, that way.

We'll split up. I'll check the therapy
rooms, you go to Hydrotherapy.

- Mr O'Grady, it's OK. Go back to bed.
- Go back to bed.

How you doing?
Purdue's... Never mind.

(Frank) Do you know
where Purdue's room is?

- He's gone.
- Edward, what are you doing here?

Hi. Listen, it's real late. I just want to
talk to him. Good night. Good night.

I was paged. Willow said
something about a missing patient.

Dr Stoller was almost murdered.
I think Purdue is responsible.

No, we're responsible.

Did the doctor ever tell
you the story about Rachel?

No.

Two years ago, Rachel,
she was a nurse here.

To me she was beautiful, just...

Not like some model
or anything, she just had

this glow inside her.
She tried to help people.

One day, a patient
grabbed her while she was

making the rounds,
checking on their meds.

He'd took a spoon from the cafeteria and
he ground it down until it was razor sharp.

He took that spoon,
put it in Rachel's neck.

Forced her into the side room, and
made us all watch while he raped her.

He snuffed the glow
out of her that day.

Rachel's gone now. But that patient,
he's still here. He's still being treated.

Who was it?

- E Jacob Woodcock.
- Woodcock?

He's not the only one.
He's not even the worst one.

But still, treatment goes on.

What would you do?

I would take it out of them by
any means possible or impossible.

Every violent thought,
every sick impulse.

But you know better
than me, Frank.

I just work here.

I thought you were
Purdue. Any luck?

No. But I think he's
attempting to find you.

The lights are out,
the phones are dead.

He's making a real attempt
to complete his fantasy.

- And that would culminate in killing me?
- That's my interpretation.

This isn't just for
self-preservation, but

could I suggest that
we get out of this ward?

Out of the building.

He cut the power. Use your key.

No. I've got one key, but the night
nurse has the other. We need both keys.

(Frank) Hey.

- Urgh.
- What?

There are no keys on her.

Purdue must have them. We
can't get out until we find them.

Listen. Hear this. I have
a warning for your soul.

I will not go down like the
others. I do not accept my fate.

It's Purdue. He's talking
from the observation room.

(Purdue) When the devil
comes to call, he will tempt you,

then threaten every sacred
thing and take the rest.

Fight like hell.

He wants the only thing
that's ever been worth a damn,

the only thing that he doesn't
have - the fuel in your head.

Don't listen to his lies.

What you get isn't life,

it's... it's nothing.

- What's he doing?
- They've taken it from him.

My soul was taken.

But something lives on.

It's too powerful to die
an anonymous death.

So I will kill again.

But out of self-defence.

No lies, no excuses.

This one will... come
from a clear, clean...

conscience.

- You stay here. I'm gonna go check it out.
- You're not going anywhere without me.

- Fran k.
- What?

Stay.

No.

Enough.

- Why'd you come back?
- I never left.

It was Edward all the time.

He used Woodcock,
then Bear, then me.

He ate our sins but
couldn't digest them.

That's a load of crap, Purdue. You're just
trying to build another insanity defence.

No, Doctor.

Killing Edward was the
sanest thing I ever did.

Now I'm going to sleep.

It can't be.

The night nurse's keys.

Edward killed her. Come on.

Come on.

Frank.

When I saw him coming
toward me, his face was...

I saw Woodcock, and
Purdue, and Bear...

- as if they were...
- Inside him?

How'?

I don't know. Maybe
evil is like matter.

It can't be destroyed.
It only changes form.

I believe he had
good intentions.

But we who hunt monsters, who touch
evil, run the risk that evil will touch us.

I think he figured out
a way to take it out of

them, but he couldn't
take it out of himself.

And that's what I think.

I want to go home now.

Come on.

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