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Oh God,
God grant me the serenity to accept the things...
I cannot change...
- Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
...courage to change the things that I can...
- Come on!
- You have been a good boy for a long time.
- You know you want to do this.
...and wisdom...
...wisdom to know the difference...
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that He will make all things right, If I surrender to His will,
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.
Amen.
I could go on and on
about what a great guy here Earl is,
how he gives so freely of his time and his money.
Even how he... believes in how he cuts his toenails.
Let's get Earl up here and speak for himself.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you a businessman, philanthropist, a very dear friend,
and the Portland Chamber of Commerce
Man of the Year,
Mr. Earl Brooks!
Thank you all
very much.
First thing I'd like to say is that I--
I don't even know how I cut my toenails.
20 years ago,
when I started the Brook's box factories,
I never dreamed I would--
I never dreamed that I would one day be standing here...
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Did you see Sis Wallace's dress?
You could see her nipples,
at her age!
Wow, she cannot keep those things hidden.
The only thing that would have made this evening more perfect...
is if Jane had been here.
Emma, she called to congratulate me, right?
She has midterms coming up.
I think she's dropping out.
Let's see.
Nothing she does is wrong with you, is it?
Well,
she missed a good party.
It's not like it's not set up.
You already know how to bypass the alarms,
you know I don't pick the locks...
- No.
You are the fucking Man of the Year,
you deserve a treat.
- No, Marshall, I said no.
But I heard you.
But you don't mean 'no'.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You are frowning.
I'm thinking about what I didn't say in the speech.
Honey,
It was so... moving.
You made us all laugh.
I don't think anybody felt left out.
They have their dance class tonight.
You can just drive by
and look at them.
There's no harm in just having a look.
No means no, Marshall.
- Please...
Pretty please...
I thought the food tonight was very good but I was not crazy about the dessert.
Would you like to stop somewhere and get something sweet?
Ok.
You know that I don't want a small dog.
Labradors are supposed to be brave.
Golties, always had Golden Retrievers, they're very happy...
An Irish Labrador is in the middle now.
It's a little smaller in build. That still is quite full.
Standard poodles, you call it a very happy fam.
How 'bout a rescue dog, what do you think?
Don't let me do this, don't let me do this, please.
I don't want to start again.
You promised her, you promised.
Please... please.
- Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
I'm going to stay up a while,
maybe go to the studio and play with some glaciers.
Okay.
I'm gonna read, and if I'm not awake, wake me when you come back.
On the way,
I though you were wonderful tonight, Mrs Brooks.
Thank you, Mr. Brooks.
Oh, Lordie, road man. Well I have missed this...
'cause we are going to have so much fun--
This is the last time, Marshall, understand me? It's the very last time!
Don't you dare quit on me, you piece of shit.
I wanna see what they are doing.
Hello.
Fuck!
Be quiet!
Sit up!
Oh, Earl.
What the fuck is this?
These fucking pigs like to do it with the curtains open.
You should have known that. This is a big mistake for you, Earl.
Almost like a want to get caught on, Marshall.
Oh, don't fucking do that.
I don't think either of us will enjoy spending the rest of our lives on death row or a lethal injection.
Yes, Sir.
Please forgive me.
You're a fucking artist Earl, I give you that.
Don't even think about it.
You know the rules.
Now go upstairs and make love to your beautiful wife.
Do we have the room, please?
Thank you.
There's a thumbprint, right there.
One his, one hers?
That's what it looks like.
This guy has not been active for over 2 years.
He always rearranges the bodies, but this is way out of character.
Usually it's much more romantic.
Arms around each other, kissing...
mouths open, tongues touching.
Bullets from straight through the victims,
killer recovered the slugs.
Were these open or closed when you got here?
Closed.
Could be the work of a copycat.
It has never been revealed to the public that the killer retrieves the slugs.
Jesus, I was hoping this guy was either dead
or in jail on some other charge.
We checked the whole neighbourhood, so far nobody saw a thing.
Leaving them like this... he must have been really angry at them for some reason.
Where would they keep their vacuum cleaner?
So I bet you 100 bucks, Hawkins, there is no bag in this vacuum cleaner.
I have no idea what the hell you are looking for.
He vacuumed the house and took the bag.
What if he kills somebody that didn't have a vacuum cleaner?
He wouldn't do that.
Our best hope is if someone in there saw something.
Detective Tracy Atwood?
- Yes? - Hi. This is for you.
You've been served.
You fucking asshole.
I am in the middle of a fucking murdering investigation.
- Listen lady, I'm just a messenger here... - Hawkins!
What's the deal?
Get this ass out of here!
What is it?
Soon to be ex-husband's scumbag lawyer, trying to show me
just how painful she can make my life if I don't give them what they want.
Are there any new members?
Okay.
Hello, my name is Vaughn,
I'm an alcoholic, and I haven't had a drink in 10 months.
Hi, my name is Earl, and...
I'm an addict.
Anyone else?
You are such a fucking hypocrite.
If you were honest, you'd step up there and say: 'Hi, I'm Earl, I killed two people last night',
I'd really got off on it but I need your help to be cured.
I'm different, Marshall. I won't argue that with you.
This it is the only place that has ever helped me be normal, and I've been straight
up until last night... for the past 2 years.
I am not going to kill again.
And I am not going to quit coming here because it upsets you.
...we need a cleanup crew for afterwards.
We need some volunteers for the...
Oh, thank you, Earl. I appreciate that.
Based on your requirements, this is our first attempt.
Mr. Brooks, your daughter is waiting for you in your office.
Well, I hope this is what you had in mind, if not...
we would love to work with you further on the design.
Always find a challenge on machines.
Now, if you gentlemen would excuse me, I need to see how much kin deployment cost me.
I understand.
Daughter cost money. Me too.
I believe you do understand.
Matt Johnson wants to schedule lunch for Friday, can I talk to--
- Sunday? Did--? - Can you hold this for a second?
Did Jane call and say she was coming?
Nobody gave me that message, Mr. Brooks.
- She is in there? - Yeah, she is, and...
She has some boxes and suitcases downstairs and she didn't have any money for the cab.
And you paid for that?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Hold my calls.
Sure.
I told you.
When it's appropriate.
You let me know.
And can I have some water?
Hello gorgeous.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry Daddy.
Please don't be angry with me.
All right, I can guess what you've done,
but why don't you tell me and then I'll decide.
I dropped out of school.
Ouch.
Oh Jane... Okay.
Have you told your mother?
No, I wanted to talk to you first.
Well, you gonna have to tell her, Jane, all right?
I'm not going to do that for you.
- Why can't you--? - Sit!
And then,
together, the three of us, will decide
where it'll go from here.
Okay, but I thought a lot about this. College is a waste of time for me.
How does...?
How does somebody know that, half way through their freshmen year?
You didn't even go to college, Daddy, and you are successful.
I want to come work for you.
She is not telling you everything, she is hiding something.
I know.
I am not hiring right now, sweetheart.
Okay, but just listen to me for one second.
All right? Look.
What would happen to the business if, God forbid, something would happen to you?
Okay?
Mom would probably have to sell to strangers.
Now look, I am willing to start at the bottom,
you can treat me like a regular employee.
I just want to learn everything there is to know about running the box business.
Then, when the time comes...
It can stay in the family.
Well, that's sweet, honey, but...
you are not talking about business, you are talking about emotion. Now get up.
In fact, your mother and I came this close to selling out last year.
What?
That's right, and had we been offered a little more money,
and they still may come back to us,
we would sell.
What would you do without the business?
Yes?
I'm sorry. The man outside insisted that I give this to you.
He claims that you'll find what's inside very interesting.
What is he, Sunday? Is he a salesman?
I've never seen him before.
I'll just give him back to him and I'll tell him to call--
No, Sunday. Sunday, come here...
Thank you.
Jane, part of spending four years at college is...
to give yourself a chance to find out...
who you are...
and what you want to do.
I'll talk to Mom,
but I am not going back to school.
And where would you live?
To save money, I would move back home,
but no rules, no curfew. I want to be treated as an adult.
Would you pay for rent?
Would you pay for food?
No Dad, you are a very wealthy man. I think you can afford to keep me.
Sunday, would you show the gentleman who gave you the envelope...
into the conference room and tell him that I would meet him there?
No problem, Mr. Brooks.
And, uh...
What happened to the BMW, Jane?
A friend is going to drive it up. It will be here next weekend.
...and get Jane a cab.
Call your mother.
Are you going to give me a job?
If this were up to me, and I think your mother will agree with this, I...
I think you should go back to school.
You see that, Marshall?
That's why I didn't want to do the dance couple!
Stop your fucking whining, Earl.
You enjoyed doing that couple just as as much I did and look at the bright side:
He came to us, he didn't go to the cops.
If he's trying to shake us down, we kill him, period.
We make it fun, but we'll kill him.
End of story.
What can I do for you, Mister...?
Let's say... Smith.
Okay, Mr. Smith.
Before you get the wrong impression, Mr. Brooks. I'm not here to shake you down.
Well, then these are the only copies of these photos and you have no others.
No. I have other copies and other photos
and if anything happens to me...
How did you find me, Mr. Smith?
You are the Man of the Year, Mr. Brooks.
Your picture is in the paper.
And if it had not have been... I don't know. I don't know what I would have done.
Lucky me.
What is it that I can help you with?
I've been watching that couple for months.
Yeah, they liked to make love with the blinds opened.
Sometimes I would... take pictures,
visual aids, for later.
It's a great way to get off, I tell you that.
It was fun, I thought,
until I saw you've killed them.
And I have never
ever felt that... rush,
like that, ever!
I know you are the thumbprint killer.
You have done this before.
What I want...
is for you to take me with you next time you kill someone,
and I'd like that to be soon.
And you were worried this was going to be unpleasant?
The answer is simple:
Just tell Mr. Smith that you have decided never to kill again
and he'll go away.
You enjoy watching me suffer, don't you?
In a word, yes.
Where do you think he has the other pictures?
He put them in a safety deposit box,
but I bet the box is at the bank where he keeps his checking account,
and the key...
It's on his key chain.
He really wants us to do this.
He is not going to the cops.
We have a deal?
From the angle of these pictures...
you live on the 3rd floor of the apartment building across the alley from the couple's house.
Well...
Yes or no, Mr. Smith?
Yes.
What time do you get home from work?
6.30,
7, depending of the traffic.
you can never come here again.
You can never call me. Do you understand that?
- Yes. - Okay.
Tomorrow night.
Not tonight, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock,
leave your apartment building and walk east.
I will pick you up there.
If you are thinking about doing anything...
We're both aware of the rules, Mr. Smith.
But I feel I must warn you:
If it turns out that you enjoy killing,
it can become very addictive.
It could ruin your life.
- I want to do this. - Okay.
Have I covered everything?
I can't think of anything else.
Then I'll see you tomorrow night, Mr. Smith.
We've talked to our client and we've come up with a figure that we feel is more than fair.
We can have a check for that amount in your office by 6 o'clock.
We told you at the beginning what we wanted.
That hasn't changed.
We feel our offer is more than generous.
I paid for everything while we were together,
and now I'm being asked to give this guy a bonus?
For spending time with me, time that I've already paid for in the first place?
You know as well as I do, counselor, you're not going to get a million five.
Oh, I don't know that, no, I...
Well, in fact, this is the front page of yesterday's paper.
'Hangman escapes'
'After torturing his victims,
'Thorton Meeks
'would hang them in public places,
'church steeples, balconies, freeways overpasses--'
Where this is going?
Well, your client captured Mr. Meeks.
Come on Tracy, this is not a lot of money for you,
and we both know how frightened I was after Meeks said that he was going to escape and come back and kill you.
Let me ask again:
What is your point?
Our point is that Meeks, or someone like Meeks,
may come after my client in order to hurt your client.
That is very imaginative, counsellor,
but it's not based in reality at all.
Jesse.
Let's just let us handle this, please.
- Tracy? - Jesse,
you know what would make me feel really safe right now?
If you got hit by a truck...
and died.
Well, that's it.
Mr. Vialo and I are leaving.
You threatened the safety of my client.
We are going to have to get a restraint order.
See you in court.
Get hit by a truck and die?
Fuck it, I felt good.
It's not what's here, it's what's not here that's interesting.
If I had a number, I'd say these people have been killed by a ghost
The autopsy said there was a tiny piece of plastic in the female victim's brain.
It's a dead end, he bags the gun. He puts a one gallon plastic freezer bag over his hand to his wrists.
Little bit of plastic comes out with the first slug when the shell's gone in the bag.
Were you looking for me?
I've received the subpena from your husband for your work records,
where you worked, date and times for the past two years.
He's just trying to blackmail me, until a settlement, but my lawyers assure me that I'll go never to court.
I can't take that chance.
almost three quarters of your cases are current,
so, until you're settling your divorce, I'm gonna have to put you on a desk.
That's also blackmail.
Do you have any idea what this guy has done to me?
While we were married, while I was paying for everything,
he was just out fucking every woman he can get his hands on.
He fucked my friends, he fucked my cousins.
He made me look like an idiot.
- And? - And what?
Get over it!
You can't grow old as a woman without having at least one frowzy man in your life.
Well, I made him an offer and I am not going to give him a dime more.
Did you hear that Meeks escaped?
Yeah.
We got every unit looking for him, you want me to put a detail on you?
I think I can take care of myself.
It's one of your biggest problems, Tracy. You don't know how to ask for help.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what...?
Don't worry, if I were here to kill you, you would already be dead.
After you left today, I realized that our friendship was a little one-sided.
So, tomorrow night when we meet, would you be so kind as to bring
all the pictures and the memory card from your camera?
That way we can like each other simply for who we are.
If you don't show up...
I will presume that you have gone to the police and I will kill you.
Even if I'll go to jail because of you, Mr Smith, someone will find you, wherever you are...
and they will kill you.
Mr. Brooks.
Mr. Brooks?
Wow!
It's nice to have you home.
- Why do I have to know what's expected?
- Why do I have to miss you? And isn't my happiness worth anything--?
Hello, hello. You have to explain this to me? It's because you're a mother, that's why!
What's wrong, girls?
Ask your daughter what the real reason is she dropped out of school.
I told you, it's not the real reason.
Honey...
you wanted to go to college.
You had good grades, your father put in favours to get you into that school.
If this is not the reason...
please, Dear God, tell me the reason.
Why does your mother think you dropped out of the school?
I'm pregnant.
But that's not the reason I dropped out.
Being pregnant wouldn't keep me from going to school if I wanted to.
Who is the father?
Some guy a was seeing.
Some...some guy, does he know?
Of course he knows, Dad.
He is married, he got two kids, he wants nothing to do with me.
Oh, honey.
Oh, honey--
I'm not going to go through with it,
so there is nothing to be upset about.
I mean, I wasn't even going to tell you guys--
There will be
no abortion, Jane.
No, Dad, you're not going to tell me what to do, ok?
It's my body and I'll do what I want with it.
I'm sorry, you're right. I said it wrong.
I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. What I was...
What I was trying to say is that...
a grandchild would be a wonderful gift
for your mother and me.
Would you really want to have a grandchild? Even if I'm not married?
Yes.
A child is what's important.
We would... we would love it and cheerish it completely and we would...
We would help you raise it.
If it means that much to you, I will think about it.
I'm gonna have to start getting up little earlier, uh, honey?
Well, we were right.
She was hiding something.
The pregnancy is not of all of it, she's hiding something bigger.
Something much bigger.
You think so?
I know so,
and so do you.
It's darker tonight than it was on your night.
But still...
How did you managed to not bump into the furniture?
Was the light on...
or did you turn it on?
Because I know you, and you wouldn't risk a shot in the dark.
Where have you been?
Did you miss the thrill of killing?
What if these are stuck closed,
because you yanked them closed?
Which would mean...
they were open...
when you came into the room.
Thank you, I appreciate your time.
Oops, sorry. I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I was just about to knock.
I'm detective Atwood, Portland police.
How are you doing this evening?
Fine.
You are a photographer, Mr... Bafford?
- No. - No?
Thank you.
No, actually it's a hobby I just started.
I don't know if you're aware, but there was a murder.
Yes, in the house, across the way.
You didn't happen to see anything unusual or suspicious that night, did you?
No, I wondered that when it happened, but...
No.
I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be meeting somebody
and I don't want to be late.
Well, here is my card.
If you did hear something or remember anything...?
I wish I could be more help, but...Sorry.
He looks clean.
Looks like he's alone.
No, I tell you, he really wants to do that.
Maybe I should plow over there. Pick him up.
No, just honk.
Maybe he'll get killed crossing the street and save us the mess of doing it.
Almost...
It's coming down hard.
They say it will be sunny tomorrow.
I never trust those guys.
They say it's going to be clear, and it rains.
And they say it's going to rain and it's... sunny.
I believe this is what you asked for.
The pictures and the memory card,
all here?
Both.
You and I both know that not all the pictures are in here,
and you made a copy of the memory card, as a security option.
But you understand my position?
Yes, I do.
But it's my hope that once you get to know me better
you feel confortable in giving me everything...
that I've asked you for.
Sounds correct.
I thought you might be interested in this.
this is the police woman, who is looking for you
Wow, we've never known anyone that was looking for us before.
You're going to have to find out everything there is to know about this...
woman.
This is close, Marshall.
This is too damn close.
So...
what's the plan?
What do we... What are we doing here tonight?
We'll drive around until we see someone we think we might...
enjoy killing.
Really?
You don't have have somebody in mind?
I don't enjoy this Mr. Smith. I do it...
because I am addicted to it.
Before you entered my life I vowed that I would never kill again,
so, this is... your party.
You can choose anyone you want and we will do it together.
Can I pick somebody that I know?
No.
You never kill someone you know.
It's the easiest way to get caught.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Buckle up.
You look a little bit like that...
E.T. guy.
Remember that movie? When he flies on the bike?
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
I liked that movie.
Jesus Christ!
Fuck him.
It's his fault, he is an asshole.
Fuck you.
Maybe Mr Smith would like to kill
the driver of the pickup?
What about the driver of the pickup?
What if we kill him?
Yes!
Yes, I always wanted to fucking kill somebody who fucked with me in traffic.
Well, you want to kill the driver of the pickup
or the owner?
They may not be the same.
Driver.
Okay.
We'll drive around till we get a good look at him or her.
[Any problems] to kill a woman?
No. An asshole is an asshole.
I wasn't in town that night.
My roommate was, maybe he saw something.
May I speak to him?
He is in on his way to Tokyo right now, he is also a flight attendant.
Did the victims ever leave their bedroom curtains open?
All the time.
I don't know if they thought we couldn't see them doing it,
if that's why you are asking, or if they didn't care.
well, here is my card.
If you could have your roommate call me
and the people at this number know how to reach me anytime at day or night.
I won't be here, but I will leave him a note.
Ok great, thank you.
Sure.
Would you recognize him if you saw his driver's licence picture?
Yeah.
I'd memorize the licence number, you write it down.
I got it.
Wow.
Well, when you get home, go on the internet,
find out everything you can about this guy.
We are not going to kill him tonight?
No.
We could, but then we wouldn't be in control.
We could leave loose ends, and we both know the danger of that.
Yeah, we do.
What are you-- we doing?
What are you doing?
Look at me.
- Look at me! - Why?
- Close your eyes. - Why?
Close.
What's the licence plate number?
Shit!
P4...
no
2...
I know it's Oregon.
Because of the tree?
Don't feel bad.
I've been doing this a long time. Pen, paper.
Look out the window and write it down.
What was your first time like?
You really don't want to know that much about me, Mr. Smith.
No, I don't think it was right, go back.
Ok, we are in.
For all the taxes we pay you'd think they'd make it more difficult...
to hack into the police personnel file.
Her father is John Atwood, why...?
Why does that ring a bell?
Someone you did business with?
Someone we...
killed?
No, not someone we killed.
Let me see here, MBA... (Master of Business Association)
College of William & Mary. She has been a cop for 12 years,
married Dr. Carlson,
divorced Dr. Carlson, married a Jesse Vialo.
a restaurateur, seperates from Jesse Vialo,
sued for support by Jesse Vialo, seeing...
seeing a shrink
because of Jesse Vialo.
She has caught a lot of people.
And look here, this is not the first time she has been looking for us.
Okay, here we are.
Jesse Vialo, good looking, a little younger than she is.
Younger, restaurateur...
She married him on a rebound from the doctor
and I'll bet he married her for her money and connections.
Just because the old men is rich doesn't mean she is rich.
Maybe is one of the kind of guys that'd rather give it to the opera
than to his kids.
What does she have to declare? Any outside incoming holdings?
Oh, you are a...
You are a genius.
The opera didn't get much.
Why would a woman, worth 60 plus million dollars...
and probably more to come...
want to be a cop?
I like that about her.
You are a such a fucking snob, Earl. You like her because she is rich.
No, I like her because she has found something that's hers,
It's not the family business, and she is good at it.
I'd like Jane to find something that's hers...
and that she could be good at.
That's exactly why Atwood scares the shit out of me.
She's a cop who doesn't need the money...
and she is looking for us.
That's one fucking dangerous human being.
The fact that you are not wrong just not makes me admire her...
any less.
Hey Nancy!
Hi Trace,
Thank you for meeting me here
- I got you a latte. - Thanks.
Do you mind if we walk and talk while I hear about your big idea?
Oh, sure.
You really want to settle this?
If I can.
I'd like to use your father.
No.
My father does nothing for nothing.
Tracy, I understand, but your father has a lot of political muscle.
His pull won't make everything go away,
but it would be a tremendous help.
Absolutely not.
You're right.
We could have done this all on the phone.
If you are willing to play the game and ride the desk for a year,
I'm sure we can settle it at 1.25, 1.5 (million $)
I'm not sitting on a desk.
Then the only other option is your father.
Or money.
1.5 and that's it.
Okay.
I'll call them today.
I just need to get this done as soon as possible.
That's what Jesse is counting on.
I'll call you when I have something.
Oh, Tracy.
Your husband says there's a picture of him holding some trophy that you still have?
What picture? He has everything.
He claims it's his favourite picture...
and you put it up where you store your suitcases.
I'll look.
I know.
Petty, you are going through a divorce.
Thanks for the latte.
I told you I was coming back to get you.
I already found a place where I'm going to hang you.
First, I'm going watch her...
have some fun with you.
Then she is going to watch me have some fun with you.
You know the drill.
Don't fucking move!
Shoot me!
Come on, shoot me, motherfucker!