We should've talked at the boatyard. You don't wanna talk about it here.
I'm not fallin' all over myself to talk about it much anywhere, Jack.
- How much do you know? - Not much.
The Birmingham one was in the papers over a month ago.
The second one in Atlanta was all over TV.
- You ever think about givin' me a call? - No.
- Why not? - I quit, remember?
You look all right now.
I am. All right.
If you can't look any more, I understand.
Don't try to run a game down on me, Jack.
If I really didn't need you to come back, I wouldn't ask. This guy's on a lunar cycle.
I have three weeks and a few days until the next full moon.
We have a better chance to get him fast if you help.
I'll think about it.
Stay and eat.
Hi, Molly.
- Think it'll keep 'em out, Dad? - Yep.
How many turtle eggs you think are in here?
In this hatchery? Just 40 or 50 of 'em.
- Crabs get most of the newborns, huh? - Yeah, but not now.
These are all gonna make it. Guaranteed.
What about the dogs? Are they gonna get in?
No - they can't dig under, you see. That's why we bury the wire down in the sand.
I need more staples, pal.
You're supposed to be his friend, Jack. Why didn't you leave him alone?
If he decides to do it, Molly, I'll keep him as far away from it as I can.
- We got it pretty good, don't we? - We have it more than good.
All that happened to you before lets you know that.
If I went back, I'd only look at evidence. I wouldn't get deeply involved.
He'd never even see me or know my name.
If they find him, they'll have to take him down, not me.
What do you think?
I think you've already decided and you're not really asking.
If I were asking...
Stay here with me. Me and Kevin.
But that's selfish, and I know it.
Come here.
I'll come inside with you if you want, to show you around.
Mr Crawford said you may wanna be alone...
That's right.
There's a VCR hooked up in your hotel room.
They transferred some home movies of both families onto half-inch VHS.
Thanks.
Intruder entered through kitchen sliding door.
Used a glass cutter anchored to a suction cup.
His entry was skilful.
All the prints are smooth gloves.
Blond hair. Strong.
Size 12 shoe imprint.
Blood AB positive, typed from saliva on glass from licking the suction cup.
Why didn't he care that he left saliva on the glass?
It was hot out that night.
So inside the house must have felt cool to him.
The intruder cut Charles Leeds' throat as he was rising, then shot Mrs Leeds.
The bullet lodged in her lumbar spine, but she died of strangulation.
Elevation of serotonin and increase of free histamine level in gunshot wound
indicates she lived at least five minutes after she was shot.
All her other injuries were postmortem.
The direction and velocity of bloodstains on east wall indicate arterial spray.
Even with his throat cut, Leeds fought,
because the intruder was moving to the children's room.
Bloodstains on west wall of master bedroom and sliding marks on hall carpet
remain unexplained,
as does superficial ligature mark around Mr Leeds' chest,
also believed to be postmortem.
What'd the killer do with them after they were dead?
Hi. This is Valerie Leeds. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now,
but if you'd like to leave a message, please do so
and I'll call you back as soon as I can.
29th floor.
Going up.
When they were dead, he smashed the mirrors
and began selecting pieces that he would use later on Mrs Leeds.
Killing Mr Leeds and the children would take less than a minute.
Mrs Leeds' injuries were postmortem. Four or five minutes later.
What did he do in the interval?
Smeared bloodstains on the west wall. Uh...
- Hello? - Molly?
- Will, is that you? - Yeah, it's me, honey.
Look, uh... I'll call you tomorrow. Go back to sleep.
- I love you. - I love you too, baby.
What are you dreaming?
That's somethin' you can't afford for me to know about, isn't it?
God, she's lovely, isn't she?
It was maddening to have to touch her with rubber gloves on, wasn't it?
They found talcum powder on her leg.
But there wasn't any talcum powder in the bathroom.
The talcum powder came out of a rubber glove as you pulled it off to touch her.
You took off your gloves to touch her, didn't you?
You son of a bitch, you touched her with your bare hands!
And then you put your gloves back on.
But while your gloves were off,
did you open all their eyes so that they could see you?
- Crawford. - Jack.
This is Graham. Is Price still in Latent Prints?
Yeah. He's in charge of the single print index now.
- What do you got, Will? - Get him to Atlanta.
Atlanta PD say they dusted everything. Their guy's good.
- He is, but not as good as Price. - I'll get him on a plane tomorrow.
What do you want him to do?
Dust Mrs Leeds' finger- and toenails, and the corneas of all their eyes.
I think he took off his gloves, Jack.
Our people swear he wore surgeon's gloves the whole time.
They dusted everything.
Your report didn't mention eyes.
Why do you think he took his gloves off?
Because Mrs Leeds was a beautiful woman.
This is what the subject's teeth look like.
The Smithsonian in Washington reconstructed these
from the impressions of the bite marks on the Leeds woman here
and the Jacobi woman in Birmingham last month.
As you can see, he has pegged lateral incisors. That's these teeth here and here.
Vice and Narcotics, you take the KY cowboys and the leather bars.
Marcus, Whitman, the funeral. The rest of you, assignments are on the sheet.
Uh, one more thing. I've heard officers referrin' to this killer as the "Tooth Fairy".
I don't wanna hear that in public.
And I don't wanna see it in internal memoranda. That's it.
I know a burglar's gonna fence what he stole, cos his motive is cash money.
I know his motive, so I go to work on fences.
This guy, we don't even have motive.
None of us have shit, and we know it.
It's in his dreams.
- His motive? - Yeah.
His act fuels his fantasy.
- Which is? - I don't know.
The commissioner was saying that you're the one who got Garrett Jacob Hobbes,
and then Dr Lecktor three years ago.
- Lecktor killed nine people, didn't he? - Nine that we know of. Two didn't die.
- What happened to them? - One's on a respirator, in Baltimore,
one's in a Denver mental hospital.
What'd the psychologist say was wrong with Lecktor?
The psychologists call him a psychopath. They don't know what else to call him.
I understand he cut you pretty good.
What about the dog?
It's at the vet's. The kids brought it in with a puncture wound in the abdomen.
- The Jacobis in Birmingham had a cat? - That's right.
We found the litter box downstairs but we didn't find the cat.
Why not get Birmingham PD a methane probe out of Washington?
Have 'em cover the back yard. Maybe the cat's dead and the kids buried it.
- Yeah? - This is Jimmy Price, FBI.
- Let me put you on speakerphone. - Who am I talking to?
Jack Crawford. Will Graham's here too.
I got a partial print with a tented arch. It's probably a thumb.
And the fragment of a palm off the nail of Mrs Leeds' left big toe.
The thumbprint came off the oldest kid's left eye.
It stood out on a haemorrhage from the gunshot wound.
- Can we make an identification off of it? - Maybe.
If he's ever been printed and he's in my index.
I wanna work these up in my darkroom. I'll fax the prints to you this afternoon.
Thanks, Jimmy.
No comment.
We get lucky with that print, we're in. If Jimmy can find him in the index,
- and if he's ever been printed. - Will Graham!
Remember me? Freddie Lounds.
Covered the Lecktor case for the Tattler, did the paperback.
So, Will, when did they call you in? I'm buyin' lunch.
- Lounds, give it a rest. - Hey, he's news. I'm doin' my job.
How does he compare with Lecktor? What does he do to 'em?
How's he do 'em? How's he do 'em, Will?
- Keep the fuck away from me. - Will. Will!
He snuck in while I was sedated after Lecktor.
He pulled back the sheets and took pictures.
- Yeah, I know. - Look, don't expect too much from me.
We only got three weeks. You're our best shot.
You think I'll see him in the street and say "There he is"?
That's Houdini you're thinkin' about.
The Tooth Fairy's gonna go on until we get smart or we get lucky. He won't stop.
- Why? - He's got a genuine taste for it.
You do know somethin' about him.
Not enough.
I think I'll go see Lecktor tomorrow.
Why?
Recover the mind-set.
That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court three years ago.
Yeah, I keep getting it for Christmas.
- Did you get my card? - I got it. Thank you.
And how is Officer Stuart? The one who was first to see my basement.
- Stuart's fine. - Emotional problems, I hear.
- Do you have any problems, Will? - No.
No. Of course you don't.
I'm glad you came. My callers are mostly clinical psychologists
from cornfed universities somewhere. Second-raters, the lot.
Dr Bloom showed me your article on surgical addiction.
- And? - Very interesting. Even to a layman.
I want you to help me, Dr Lecktor.
Yes. I thought so.
- It's about Atlanta and Birmingham. - Yes?
- You read about it? - In the papers.
I don't tear out the articles.
I wouldn't want them to think I was dwelling on anything morbid.
You want to know how he's choosing them, don't you?
- I thought you'd have ideas. - Why should I tell you?
You'd get to see the file on this case.
- And there's another reason. - Pray tell.
I thought you'd want to see if you're smarter than him.
You think you're smarter than me, since you caught me.
No. I know that I'm not smarter than you.
- How did you catch me? - You had disadvantages.
- What disadvantages? - You're insane.
You're very tan, Will.
Your hands are rough.
They don't look like cop's hands any more.
That shaving lotion's what a child would select.
It has a ship on the bottle, doesn't it?
Don't think you can persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.
I don't think I'll persuade you at all.
You'll either do it or you won't.
Besides, we have Dr Bloom working on it. He's the best.
- Do you have the file with you? Pictures? - Yes.
- Let me have them and I may consider it. - No.
- Dream much, Will? - Goodbye, Dr Lecktor.
You haven't threatened to take away my books yet.
Let me have the file, and I'll tell you what I think.
This is a very shy boy, Will.
- What were the yards like? - Big back yards.
Fences, hedges. Why?
Because, my dear Will,
if this pilgrim imagines he has a relationship with the moon,
he might go outside to look at it.
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?
It appears quite black.
If one were nude, it would be better to have privacy for this sort of thing.
- That's interesting. - No, it's not. You thought of it before.
- I considered it. - You came here to look at me.
- To get the old scent back again. - I want your opinion.
- I don't have one right now. - When you have one, I'd like to hear it.
- Can I keep this? - I haven't decided yet.
I'll study them. When you get more files, I'd like to see them too. You can call me.
When I call my lawyer they bring a phone.
Would you like to leave me your home phone number?
- No. - Do you know how you caught me, Will?
- Call the number on the file. - Do you know how you caught me?
The reason you caught me, Will, is we're just alike.
You want the scent?
Smell yourself.
Gotcha.
Get up by the bunk. Face the wall. Don't turn around or I'll Mace you in the face.
Thank you so much. I'll call you when I'm finished.
- Are you ready for your call? - Yes. Thank you.
Paltrow, Christiansen and Golub law offices.
Excuse me, I must have misdialled.
Thank you for using AT& T. This is operator 24.
Operator. Er... I don't have the use of my arms.
Er, would you be so kind as to, er, dial a number for me, please?
- Certainly. What's the number? - Area code 301-555-6624.
University of Chicago, Department of Psychiatry.
- Dr Sidney Bloom, please. - He's not in. I'll connect you to his office.
- What's his secretary's name again? - Martha King. Just a moment, please.
- Martha King's desk. - Hi. Martha.
- Martha doesn't come in nights. - Maybe you can help me.
This is Bob Greer of Blain and Edwards Publishing.
Dr Bloom asked me to send a copy of The Psychiatrist and the Law to someone.
- Martha never sent me the address. - She'll be in in the morning.
Well, I've gotta catch Federal Express in about five minutes.
I'd be appreciative if you could pull it out of her Rolodex for me.
- I don't see a Rolodex. - I bet she has a Call Caddy by her phone.
Yeah.
Zip that little pointer right on down to the letter G.
All right.
The name we're looking for... Last name Graham.
The man the book is supposed to be sent to. A Mr Will Graham.
Federal Bureau of Investigation, 10th and Pennsylvania, Washington, DC.
Now, I'll bet it has his home address there too.
3680 DeSoto Highway, Captiva, Florida.
Thank you... so very much.
I've finished.
- Mommy! - Oh, my gosh. It's all right. Stewardess!
Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginnin' our descent into Birmingham.
You used a cutting tool on the branch so that you could see.
And you passed the time whittling.
And dreaming.
When night came, you saw them pass by their bright windows,
you watched the shades go down,
and you saw the lights go out one by one.
And after a while you climbed down and you went in to 'em, didn't you?
Didn't you, you son of a bitch? You watched them all goddamn day long!
That's why houses with big yards.
I need Firearms and Toolmarks here on a branch. I need to know what tool he used.
Then I need Bowman in Documents on this carving.
- Is it weird? - The mark? Yeah.
If Documents can't do it, I'll send it to Langley.
- Did Price identify the Leeds print? - No. He hasn't found him in the index.
It's a hand search. He's got half his department on it.
Listen, Will, have you seen this week's Tattler?
- It's not on my preferred reading list. - Yeah, well, uh...
Your picture's all over the front page.
- Who the hell was it? Lounds? - Yes. Who else?
Goddamn it, Jack!
I promised Molly! I promised her!
- Come in. - Dr Chilton?
- Yes. - We were cleaning out Dr Lecktor's cell.
He heard us coming and hid something in a book. We got him out and dug around.
- Is that it? - Yes.
Put it down on my desk.
- Has anyone else seen this except you? - No.
- Special Agent Crawford's office. - This is Dr Chilton.
- I need to speak to Mr Graham. - He's in Birmingham.
Agent Crawford is on the line with him.
Will you please tell them this is very, very urgent? I'll hold on.
Dr Chilton, it's Crawford. Will Graham's on the line too.
I have a note, or two pieces of a note, that appears to be from that man
- who killed those people in Atlanta. - Where did you get it?
In Hannibal Lecktor's cell, hidden in a book.
Don't touch the note. Can you read it to us?
It's written on toilet tissue. "My dear Dr Lecktor,
I wanted to tell you I am delighted that you've taken an interest in me."
"I know that you alone can understand what I am Becoming. "
"You alone know the people I use to help me in these things
are only elements undergoing change
to fuel the radiance of what I am Becoming,
just as the source of light is burning."
"I have a collection of your press clippings."
"I think they are absurd, as are mine."
"The 'Tooth Fairy'. What could be more inappropriate?"
"Investigator Graham interests me. Very purposeful looking."
"I hope we can correspond."
Mr Graham, there's a piece missing here. Now I'll read the bottom part.
"After I hear back from you, I might send you something wet."
Signed "Avid Fan".
It has teeth marks pressed into it at the bottom.
Sarah, order a chopper. I don't care whose it is.
Call Alabama Air National Guard and tell 'em to get Graham back here now.
Tell Documents to scramble a team. I want everybody movin' five minutes ago.
I have a Documents team on its way by helicopter to pick up the note.
After we work the note, replace it in Lecktor's cell.
I don't want Lecktor to know we found it. He might try to warn the killer.
- Where's Lecktor now? - Holding cell.
- How long can you keep him there? - Three, four hours.
Brian, we have a note coming in, possibly from the Tooth Fairy, number one priority.
It must go to Hair and Fibre, Latent Prints and Documents. Graham and I'll take it.
One hair, Graham. Maybe half an inch.
- A couple of blue grains. - Work the hair.
- What we got for negative comparison? - Hair from Lecktor's comb.
Whiskers from the electric razor they let him use. Hair from the security guard.
- How many handled this without gloves? - Guard, cleanup man, Lecktor.
Cleanup man, scrubbing sinks. Probably had the oil washed off his fingers.
But the others... One smudge.
Those aren't ridges. It's just the texture of the paper.
I can fume for a print, but can't say the iodine stains'd fade out.
- Ninhydrin? Boost it with heat? - No, we couldn't wash it after.
I can't get a print off this in the time you've got to get it back.
- How long do I have? - 20 minutes, max.
The main thing to find out is, how is Lecktor supposed to reply to him?
Which is probably the missing section. It says "I hope we can correspond."
Then comes the gap.
This note was written in ballpoint.
It looks like Lecktor went over this area with a felt-tip pen, then tore it away.
You're so sly, but so am I.
The aniline dyes used in the ink of felt-tip pens like Lecktor used
are transparent to infrared.
The Tooth Fairy's ballpoint isn't.
Looks like the tip of a T here, here, and here.
- At the end could be the top of an R. - There's three Ts and an R in "Tattler".
Our boy reads it. The article about me and Lecktor.
I don't know anybody else that carried that.
Personal ads.
We believe the Tooth Fairy told Lecktor to reply to him
through the personal ads section of the National Tattler.
The Chicago office is down there running through their ads.
We have cut into a line of communication between the Tooth Fairy and Lecktor.
If we find Lecktor's reply, we plan to pull it, substitute it with one of our own.
This is what the Tooth Fairy will read. Bill?
"Dear Avid Fan. Inherit my mantle and surpass my achievements."
"Mementoes for you at Baltimore Central, left luggage."
"Ticket number 72683."
It's a Secret Service letter drop. We'll stake it out. When he shows, we grab him.
- Anything from Chicago? - Not yet.
- When do they go to press? - 35 minutes.
- Christ. - Let's get to the physical.
- There was no print. - Scale counts and core size of the hair
matched the blond hair found in the Jacobis'.
That note was written by your man.
Aside from the hair, three blue grains, dark flecks - went to Brian's end.
The grains are commercial cleanser, with chlorine from the cleaner.
Particles of dried blood, but not enough to type.
- This is Chester. Who am I talking to? - Will Graham, Jack Crawford.
I got a personal ad with "Avid Fan" in it being telexed to you right now.
- Read it. - "Dear Avid Fan, you honour me."
- "You're very beautiful." - Oh, Christ.
"I offer 100 prayers for your safety."
"Find help in Galatians 6:11, 15:2,
Acts 3:3, Revelations 18:7,
Jonah 6:8, John 6:22, Luke 1:7. "
Thanks.
Jimmy. Did you get anywhere identifying him off the Leeds prints?
Not yet.
- Cryptography at Langley? - They got shot a telex. They're on it now.
No. And our ad has to go out in the same book code Lecktor used,
- or he'll know it wasn't Lecktor. - Book code?
"100 prayers" could be page, the paired numbers, line and letter. But what book?
- The Bible? - No. Galatians 15:2...
Galatians only has six chapters. Same with Jonah 6:8. Jonah has four chapters.
Lecktor was not using The Bible.
He probably named the book in the part Lecktor tore out.
Right. What about sweatin' Lecktor?
They tried sodium amytal to find where he buried a Princeton student.
- He gave 'em a recipe for potato-chip dip. - Wonderful.
The Tooth Fairy would've named a book he knew Lecktor has access to.
- He'd know from articles. - When Willingham tossed the cell,
he took Polaroids so he could put it all back.
Have him meet me with pictures of Lecktor's books.
- Where? - Library of Congress.
25 minutes. He won't make it in time.
Lecktor's ad runs as is, we decode it later. Or we pull it, figure out the code
- and run our own ad next week. - And lose a week? We got 17 days...
And I don't like Lecktor's ad running without knowing what it says.
But it's your call, Will.
Run it.
And what if it encourages the Tooth Fairy to do something else beside write?
We'll all feel sick for a very long time.
And if Bowman still can't figure it out?
We bait him with something in next week's Tattler.
What, for instance?
Me.
I don't think that's a very good idea.
Why not? Don't you think we can provoke him?
Maybe. Maybe he can be provoked.
What I was thinkin' about is you.
You're gettin' deeper and deeper into this.
Sidney.
Last time you did that you did a real good job of pushing yourself all out of shape.
You try it on again or you go through some big trauma, you could relapse.
Sidney, don't worry about me.
I'm workin' the evidence. Makin' moves. That's all.
I'm fine.
Bowman just struck out. It is not books in Lecktor's cell.
- Price? - He just heard it's a bust-out.
As evidence, the Leeds print will get us a conviction, if we could find the guy.
But he must never have been printed, because he is not in our index.
We are not going to identify him off the print.
- I'll use Lounds. - What for?
Boy doesn't read The New York Times. He reads Lounds in the Tattler.
- What else shall we cover? - He put the shorts on Leeds after he died.
I believe he did this to make sure we wouldn't think he was gay.
He's molested all of his male victims.
He may be impotent with members of the opposite sex.
Our forensic psychologists have projected, though I'm not sure,
that he may have had sexual relations with his mother.
- How long will you stay in Washington? - Until we've taken out the Tooth Fairy.
- Can the Tattler get it straight from you? - Absolutely.
How does workin' on this case affect your sex life?
Mine? It doesn't affect mine, it affects yours. Go fuck yourself.
- Look, pal of mine, you're news. - Pictures.
All right, let's shoot him. I'm in the shots with Graham.
- What? - I'm in the shots with you. Come on!
You want this to look real or not?
Make sure the theatre sign across the street is just out of focus.
We want him to find it, but we don't wanna be obvious.
Make sure that I look excellent. All right, shoot.
One more. One more.
- That's enough. - OK, Graham. Hey, always nice, huh?
Let's have lunch. Call my service. Crawford, always a thrill.
Dr Bloom. I need them on my desk in two hours, OK?
- Did Bowman break the code yet? - No.
Tools and Firearms say the cutting tool used on the branch
was a common bolt-cutter.
I got a call from Asian Studies at Langley. The mark you found on the tree?
- Yeah? - It's a Chinese character,
considered a lucky sign in gambling.
The same character appears on a mahjong piece.
It means "red dragon". Mean anything to you?
No.
If he shows, and he's smart,
he'll approach you from the front, pass, turn, try and take you from behind.
- How's your hearing? - It's good.
You'll wear a wire, one way. We'll hear you, you won't hear us.
- You checked out a.44 Special Bulldog? - Yeah.
- Load these in it. - Glaser safety slugs.
Yeah. Number 12 shots suspended in liquid Teflon in a copper casing.
On impact, it all opens up in the target.
Guaranteed one-shot stop. You got body armour?
- Yeah, Kevlar Second Chance. - I hope you get one.
Cos he's gone for the head shot eight out of 11 times?
Let's walk the route.
United flight 849 to Newark is now boarding at gate seven.
Someone's comin'.
Go!
Don't! Don't move.
- Take the money! - Don't shoot!
- Clear!
Clear!
What you movin' in slow motion for, man? I'm bein' mugged!
Can you believe that?
WAB Chicago. In sports, the Cubs lost again, and...
Hey!
Do you know who I am?
I don't wanna know who you are.
According to you, I'm a sexual pervert.
An animal, you said.
You know who I am now?
Yes.
Do you feel privileged?
I'm very scared.
Open your eyes.
Mr Lounds, you're a reporter.
Your job is to report. That's why you're here.
If you don't open your eyes, I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead.
Well? Here I... am.
Look at the screen.
William Blake's The Great Red Dragon
and the Woman Clothed in the Rays of the Sun.
- Do you see? - Yes.
- Mrs Leeds. Do you see? - Yes.
- Mrs Jacobi. Do you see? - Yes.
The next family as they will look when I go to visit them. Do you see?
Yes.
Mrs Leeds, later. Her husband beside her.
Yes.
Mrs Jacobi, after her changing.
The Dragon rampant.
Freddie Lounds. Your photograph.
No.
- No what? - No. Not me, please.
- Please. - Are you a man?
Yes.
Do you imply that I am queer?
God, no!
Before me, you are a slug in the sun.
You are privy to a great... Becoming, and you recognise nothing.
You are an ant in the afterbirth.
It is your nature to do one thing correctly. Tremble.
But fear is not what you owe me. No, Lounds.
You and the others, you owe me awe!
We have one more piece of work to do.
If he takes off the mask I am a dead man.
Open your eyes.
- Open your eyes! - Aah!
You will read this into the tape recorder.
- Go. - "I have had a great privilege."
"I have seen with wonder and awe the strength of the Red Dragon."
"All I wrote about him were lies."
"Will Graham made me write them to pull him into a trap
in Washington, District of Columbia."
"Will Graham, you will learn from my own lips how much you have to dread
because I was forced to lie."
"He will be more merciful to me than to you."
"You will lie awake in fear of what the Red Dragon will do."
"I will be a testament to the truth of this."
You did very well.
Will you let me go now?
Please?
You will tell the truth?
I promise.
Good.
We'll seal your promise with...
We'll seal your promise...
with a kiss.
... five possible answers. Any member of a team may buzz in,
but if incorrect, the other team will have the opportunity to answer.
The team with the most points at the end will win...
Hear that? That means a round is over. So, Jane, we're all ready for round one.
All right, Bob. The first category today is the Far East.
And the choices are Vietnam, Japan, Laos, Thailand and China.
Category and possible answers. Every question's worth ten points,
and I can only accept the answer of the person who buzzes in...
Bowman, just get to Cryptography and tell me what the hell it says, OK?
- Did he try to say anything at all? - No, he sure didn't.
He never woke up. Did you hear the tape?
Yeah. Bowman broke the code that Lecktor used in the Tattler personal ad.
It was the State of Maryland Statutes. You need to know what it said now.
- What? - Listen to me.
Everything is OK. I've taken care of it.
- What is it, Jack? - The bastard gave him your address.
It said "Graham home, 3860 DeSoto Highway, Captiva, Florida."
- "Save yourself, kill them all." - Get me a plane.
Will! Will.
Will.
Mom.
Huh? What... what?
Someone's outside. There are noises.
- Where? - Outside.
Go back to your room and close the door.
Do it! Now!
- Ma'am? Are you all right? - What? What is it?
What is it? What's going on?
- You should come back inside. - What's going on?
- Come back inside. - What's...
I think you should come back inside.
I'm sorry, Molly.
I'm sorry about all of this.
This place is fine. We'll be fine.
- He's after you now, isn't he? - It's just a precaution.
Kevin, why don't you run down to the water, check out the dock?
I wanna hang around here. I'm in the kitchen, Mom.
OK.
What is that about?
What, he's afraid to leave you alone with me now?
- He saw the article in the Tattler, right? - I wanted to talk with him,
but he said he wanted to bring it up to you, face to face.
Good for him. Kevin, come on. Help me unpack, will you?
Then we'll go get some groceries.
You and Mom are very well protected. No one's gonna find out where you are.
Is there anything I need to know? To see about Mom?
- No. - This guy's trying to kill us?
- We don't know that. - When are you going to kill him?
I'm not. It's only my job to find him.
Barry's mom had this newspaper. It said you were in a special hospital.
Well, it was a regular hospital.
Then I was transferred into the psychiatric wing.
That bothers you, doesn't it?
I don't know.
Was it because... in the papers it said it was this man Lecktor?
- Mm-hm. - What happened?
Well, Lecktor was attacking college girls, and he killed them.
How?
In bad ways.
He was a psychiatrist.
One of the girls was his patient, and I went to talk to him about her.
I tried to build feelings in my imagination like the killer had,
so that I would know why he did what he did,
because that would help me find him.
When I was sitting in Lecktor's office, and I looked up, I saw a book on his shelf.
It had pictures of war wounds in it.
Then I knew it was him.
So I went to a payphone down the hall to call the police.
And that's when he attacked me.
You and Mom came to see me in the hospital, and that helped a lot.
But after my body got OK, I still had his thoughts going around in my head.
And I stopped talking to people.
And a doctor friend of mine, a Dr Bloom, asked me to get some help.
And I did.
And after a while, I felt better, and I was OK again.
And the way he thought felt that bad?
Kevin, they're the ugliest thoughts in the world.
So what kind of coffee do you like?
- Huh? - You like that Folgers stuff, right?
Yeah.
Mom likes that too.
When can we go home, Dad?
I don't know, Kevin.
- So where are things? - Nowhere.
Everything we've tried is either a dead end or it's backfired.
Crawford's already planning the next crime scene so we can get it fresh.
We got about six more days till the next full moon.
Can you quit?
No.
What's next?
- I go to Atlanta. - Crawford?
No.
I have to be... alone.
- It's exactly what you said you wouldn't... - This killing. It's got to stop.
William, you're gonna make yourself sick. Or get yourself killed.
You and Kevin should go to Montana.
See your dad. He hasn't seen Kevin for a long time.
And I'll come up and get you afterwards.
Hi. This is Valerie Leeds. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now.
- I'm sorry, too. - Excuse me?
Coffee.
Just you and me now, sport.
I'm gonna find you, goddamn it.
- Mr Dollarhyde. - Ah, Eileen.
Bill told me to tell you there was a variation in the gamma of number three.
- Oh. - But he caught it in time.
Eileen...
Good. Good.
Who's there?
Mr Dollarhyde. I came about the low-light infrared emulsion.
Oh, yeah. Come on in. It's safe.
Put your back against the door. There's a stool just to your right.
You're the production controller, right?
Can you give me an idea of the conditions?
I'm shooting from maybe eight feet.
- I... I can't use any lights. - OK. What's being photographed?
- The activities of nocturnal animals. - When do you need it?
- Four days. - OK. Let me stick these in a black bag.
1000C infrared sensitive has to be handled in total darkness.
Remember to be very careful with it, but it's easier to handle than the 1200 series.
It'll be fine.
In case you're wondering, I keep the samples straight by touch code.
I... I wasn't wondering.
Reba, I gotta fly. Maybe Mr Dollarhyde can drive you home?
No, that's OK. I'll take care of myself. No, thanks.
OK.
- I'll... take you. - No, thanks.
I'll order you 1200 feet of 1000C in the morning.
- Ride with me. - Thanks, but I'll take the bus.
Ride with me. It would be because I would like you to.
OK. Sure. Let me get my stuff on.
How did you come to Gateway?
They had to hire the handicapped to shape up their employment practices
to get this defence contract.
- But you worked out well. - Yeah. Everybody they hired did.
You know, you speak very well, although you avoid fricatives and sibilants.
At the Institute for the Blind I trained in therapy
for speech- and hearing-impaired children.
I'll probably go back to it someday.
Uh-huh.
If you don't wanna talk, that's OK. But I hope you will,
because you're very direct, and I like that, and I like what you have to say.
May I touch your face?
I wanna know whether you're smiling or frowning.
I guess I wanna know whether I should be quiet or not.
Take my word for it. I'm smiling.
I... I didn't mean to offend you.
- On the way, can I take you somewhere? - Where?
- It would be my surprise. - OK, sure.
- Are you apprehensive? - No.
You're very protected. Mr Dollarhyde is watching us.
No, no. I want to.
In about two hours, we're going to cap his tooth.
Yeah.
It's warm?
Back a little bit. There.
- You hear it? - Yes.
You... rearrange the dead families into an audience to see what you do.
You think that what you do will make you into something different.
You are "Becoming".
What is it you think you're becoming?
The answer's in the way you use the mirrors.
What do the mirrors make you dream you're becoming?
A little to your left.
Francis, that was a great dinner. Thank you.
Uh... I made you a gin and tonic. It's right in front of you.
What are you watching?
Just a little homework.
Sweet, thoughtful man, D.
That's allowed...
...if you hold me.
- That you, D? - Are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Fine.
- Morning. - Morning.
Show me where things are, I'll make coffee.
No, no.
- Don't go back inside the house. - Why? I left my purse inside.
I'll get it. It's OK.
I mean...
I mean... you should stay outside. It's... it's...
It's cos you look so good in the sun.
OK. OK.
Um...
When, uh...
Reba, when can I see you again?
Oh. Um...
Yeah, we can meet at my house.
- Lecktor called. - I arranged for him to have a phone.
- I gotta call him in a minute. - We identified the tyre tracks
left when Lounds was delivered to the "Tattler".
G 7816 Goodyear truck tyres. Looks like our boy drives a van.
I'm setting up our base in Chicago. When are you comin' back?
When I'm done, Jack.
This is Will Graham of the FBI. Dr Chilton arranged for me to talk to Dr Lecktor.
Hello?
Hello, Will. I wanna congratulate you for the job you did on Mr Lounds.
I admire that enormously. Oh, what a cunning boy you are.
I'm sick of you crazy sons of bitches, Lecktor. You got somethin' to say, say it.
I wanna help you.
You'll be more comfortable if you relax. We don't invent our natures.
They're issued to us along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else.
- Why fight it? - Fight what?
Did you really feel so depressed after you shot Mr Garrett Jacob Hobbes?
I didn't know you then, but I think you probably did.
But it wasn't the act that got you down, was it?
Didn't you feel so bad because killing him felt so good?
And why shouldn't it feel good?
It must feel good to God. He does it all the time.
God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshippers
last Wednesday in Texas, as they were grovelling through a hymn to his majesty.
Don't you think that felt good?
Why does it feel good, Dr Lecktor?
It feels good, Will, because God has power.
And if one does what God does enough times,
one will become as God is.
God's a champ. He always stays ahead.
He got 140 Filipinos in one plane crash last month.
Remember that earthquake in Italy last spring?
I enter.
The glass cutter. The piece of glass I take out is mine.
The house is mine.
I walk up these stairs. I pass the children's toys.
The children mean nothing to me.
They were put here to help me.
I move to the door.
I step into the room.
I see you there.
And I see me desired by you,
accepted, and loved,
in the silver mirrors of your eyes.
I wanna talk to Fogle tomorrow.
Wait a minute.
- What was it? - Pollen.
- Oh. Thanks for the ride. - See you tomorrow.
Yeah.
Mr Dollarhyde. What are you doin' here?
- Who is it? - It's me.
- Who? Who is it? - It's me.
- Francis? - No.
Not Francis.
Francis is gone.
Francis is gone for ever.
So what are we doin'?
The dream.
He dreams about being wanted and desired.
So he changes people into beings who want and desire him.
- Changes? - It's a word.
Killing and arranging the people to imitate it.
And Lecktor told me something.
"If one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is."
You put it together, you get...
If our boy imitates being wanted and desired enough times,
he believes he will become one who is wanted and desired and accepted.
It'll all come true.
This started from an abused kid. A battered infant.
There's somethin' terrible about...
Are you sympathising with this guy now?
Absolutely. My heart bleeds for him as a child.
Someone took a kid, and manufactured a monster.
At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable.
He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies.
As an adult, someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks.
Do you think that's a contradiction, Jack?
Does this kind of understanding make you uncomfortable?
What about the mirrors?
He uses the mirrors to see it happen.
But he doesn't take anything. There's no souvenirs taken from the houses.
He needs souvenirs or trophies to relive the event.
Maybe he records it somehow.
So he could see himself accepted, over and over and over again.
VTRs? Polaroids? Stills? What?
How do I know?
How does he find 'em?
We find out how he found them, we'll find him.
There is no connection between the two families.
- We've done a dozen computer runs. - All the women have a bloom on them.
He didn't win them in a lottery. He picked them.
There's selection and design in his choices.
Look. Admit we struck out this month.
The Learjet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it.
You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer.
Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour. We get the call, we roll.
- The scene'll be fresh. - It's not over yet.
Oh, for Christ's sake. It's a foregone conclusion.
It's 11.30pm. The full moon is happening tonight.
Give it up! Forget this month. It's too late.
I gave it up. Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families,
knowing damn well that I'd imagine families three, four, five and six.
- You're fuckin' right! I'd do it again! - Great! But don't talk to me about late!
I'll tell you when it's too fuckin' late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!
A padlock.
- That's why the bolt-cutter. - What's that?
He used a bolt-cutter to trim the branch when he watched from the woods.
Why didn't he use it on the garage door?
Because a deadbolt was there when they were killed.
Donald Jacobi's 12th birthday party was April 14th.
Some time between April 14th and August 1, they changed the lock.
But he thought there was a padlock there.
From the street, you can't see the glass in the Leeds' kitchen door.
There's a big high fence there. But he was ready with his glass-cutter.
So either he was casing far ahead, and we didn't check back far enough,
or...
We checked.
Metcalf, it's Graham. Is the Leeds and Jacobi stuff still in the storeroom?
Have the guard down there call me. Do it.
You know that's the Jacobis' cat.
You brought a bolt-cutter cos you thought there was a padlock.
The Leeds' dog doesn't have a collar but you know it's theirs, don't you?
See the woman? The bloom on the woman?
You can see her again and again, any time you want.
Doggy doesn't have a collar, but you know it's the Leeds' dog.
And the Jacobi cat.
And the padlock on the door.
And you know you need a bolt-cutter and every other goddamn thing.
Cos everything with you is seeing, isn't it?
Your primary sensory intake that makes your dream live is seeing.
Reflections. Mirrors. Images.
You've seen these films.
Haven't you, my man?
It's the guard in the storeroom.
- The cans. - What cans?
The tapes were from home movies. Where's the films' packaging?
There's films of the families in the document storage. Find 'em.
You got 'em? Are there any labels?
Leeds can, Gateway Lab, St Louis, Missouri.
The Jacobi label will say the same thing as the Leeds label.
Gateway Lab, St Louis, Missouri.
Who processed the Jacobi film?
No. Bob's Photo Store, Birmingham.
Stores send them out. Have him peel the top label back.
Is there a label underneath?
It does, doesn't it?
I want a chopper on the roof in three minutes to Meigs Field.
At Meigs Field, I want the Learjet prepped and a plan filed to St Louis.
Where are you? Are you here?
You're scaring me with this.
Will you just stop it?
Francis!
Why are you doing this to me?
It's ugly!
Are you in this room? Where are you?
You answer me!
We're lookin' for a man. We know he works at Gateway.
We don't have his name, but we know he drives a van.
Under Employee Facilities, I got special stickers for vans.
Uh, yeah, I got 28, 29 van permits in the computer.
Start feedin' me names.
Is this Lieutenant Fisk? Will Graham.
I need you to punch up the driver's licences of the names I'll feed you.
The man we're lookin' for is blond, Caucasian, 20-40 years old,
over six feet tall, 180 to 225 pounds.
- First name. - Alvaro. A-l-v-a-r-o. First name Joseph.
Alvaro. A-l-v-a-r-o. First name Joseph.
No. Black hair.
- No. - Next. Dillon. D-i-l-l-o-n.
- First name Lincoln. - Dillon. D-i-l-l-o-n. First name Lincoln.
No. Next?
Male. Caucasian. Six foot seven. 217 pounds.
Eyes brown, hair blond. 34 years old.
Put it through the data fax. Fast.
You guys better buckle up. We're on approach to Lambert Field.
Fogle has four more names. He knows two. Both dark hair.
Third's a woman, fourth has a handicapped parking permit.
This is our man.
Rural Route 3, Chester. Where is that?
From the airport you're closer. We'll meet at the Hock Road off-ramp, Highway 94.
Let's go!
- Meet point's up ahead. - Go on to the house.
- But Lieutenant Fisk said we... - Go on to the house.
Will. Will.
You're not gonna need that. The SWAT team's gonna take him down, not us.
Will.
Will!
- This ought to be it, right here. - Kill your lights.
- You all right? - I'm OK. Sherman's hurt bad.
I'll wait for the backup.
Set up a roadblock on Route 3. Graham and I are in the trees west of the house.
- How far away's backup? - Three minutes.
I'm goin' round the back. Stay in the trees.
He's in there, Jack.
And he's got somebody in there with him.
What?
What... what did you say?
Will? Wait for the backup, Will.
Will!
He's got somebody in the house with him, Jack.
Will.
Stop it.
Stop it!
It's OK.
Who are you?
Graham.
I'm Will Graham.
Dad!
- Dad! - Hey!
Oh, it looks worse than it is, pal. See the turtles?
Wow!
- Hi. - It was on the news.
I thought I'd work things out... call you after.
I thought I wouldn't wait.
How many of them made it?
Most of 'em.
Most of 'em made it.