911. Please identify yourself.
There's a man in my house.
I have a baby. He's going to kill us.
Who's in the house, ma'am? Ma'am, stay with me.
Please, hurry!
God, he's coming!
He's coming.
Possible homicide in progress. Mother and infant.
Dispatch all vehicles in the area. Ma'am, stay with me.
No! No!
Why are you doing this?
You're a bad mother.
"Rock.a. bye baby, in the treetop
"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
"When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
"And down will come baby
"Cradle and all"
Let me finish your nightmare, kid.
What's your status? Is SWAT here yet?
Secure your perimeter.
- What are you waiting for? - SWAT team.
They'll be all night. Take the stairs.
We've got smoke in here.
It's him.
Go!
Don't shoot, please!
- Is anybody else in there? - No!
Get them downstairs! Go!
- Get them out! - Check it!
- We've got to wait for the fire trucks. - Absolutely. Shit!
Get those windows open. Go on!
Come on! Move it!
Come on, baby!
Go!
Come on, baby.
I'm okay. Get out of here!
What in hell are you doing?
It's okay.
Take the baby. Get him to the hospital. Make sure he's okay.
Suspect is a white male, heading north on Hauser on foot...
...wearing a black leather coat.
Hold it there!
Stop the bus! Open up!
- What's going on? - Sorry, folks.
Just a routine check. Nothing to be alarmed about.
What's going on?
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Everybody up! Against the window. Don't look at me!
Freeze!
Be afraid, Jake.
Be very afraid.
Almost had him. I had him!
Well, that's not your problem anymore.
As of an hour ago, you're officially retired.
I know.
When they find the car they should check for blood.
Shut up, okay. It's not your case anymore.
I popped him one. Check for blood.
You just couldn't leave quietly, huh?
You know, I wanted one last inspiring lecture from you.
Ten years, you've heard them all.
A lot of good it's done. But, before you go, the feds are here. They want to talk.
To me? Of course, they do.
Gentlemen.
- Stan Reisman. How are you? - Fine. What do you want?
- I understand you're leaving the force. - That's right.
- We'd like to offer you a job. - No, thanks. Don't need one.
We can help you catch him. He will kill again.
Last night, the Torch claimed his 11th victim.
This elusive serial killer has remained at large...
... for over three years, preying on mothers...
... throughout the Seattle area.
Detective Jake Riley who has headed up the case had this to say about the Torch.
How's it to be leaving with the Torch case unsolved?
No comment.
- Has he called you? - No comment.
Is this brilliant killer the reason you're quitting?
I'm retiring for personal reasons. It's got nothing to do with it.
- Come on. Give us something. - I'll give you something.
Our big bad bogeyman is nothing more than a bed-wetting mama's boy.
That's right. He pisses himself all the time.
Pathetic really. Just a sick pervert. Is that enough for you?
- Did you get that? - Did we get that?
Did you get that?
- Darling, telephone for you. - Oh, thanks, Mom.
Yeah?
That was a nasty thing you said about me on TV.
Oh, yeah? You're just a little too sensitive.
I don't want you calling me anymore. I'm retired.
You can quit, but you'll never get rid of me.
I'm too smart.
Yeah, Mommy must be proud of her little psycho.
Stop it. Look at yourself.
Three years trying to catch me. But you failed. You're a bad cop.
Do you think quitting would stop me?
I'm going to keep on killing, asshole.
- You're a real loser. - Fuck you, you fucking prick!
I'm gonna track you down like a fucking dog!
You understand, you son of a bitch?
Fuck you!
Fuck you, too, Jake.
It's always the same M.O. with slight variations.
Single mother. Mole. Burns them postmortem.
We've got partial prints. Trace evidence. Blood type, even.
- But still no Torch. - No shit.
Tell me something I don't know.
We fed enormous amounts of data on the Torch...
...into our ViCAP supercomputer. We've come up with a white male.
Thirties. Very physical.
Step up to the mark.
Welcome, Jacob Riley.
The Martucci slayings, a year ago.
We found a hair follicle belonging to him. It was enough for a DNA imprint.
Take a closer look.
- Okay. So this is a clone of the killer? - A replicant.
God created man in six days. We took longer.
- Since when is the FBI... - We're not FBI.
We're National Security Force.
We really don't care about your serial killer.
Originally, this was developed for national security. Counter. terrorism.
Today's intelligence has failed to weed out terrorists.
Okay. Go on.
Our goal is to create replicants that can lead us to them.
I understand.
He's not a terrorist, though.
No. But the behaviour patterns are similar.
So, why me?
Because he picked you.
What do you mean he picked me?
When he's ready you'll take custody. You'll care for him.
Help him develop. Then you'll see if he can lead you to the killer.
Wouldn't it be easier just to plaster his face on TV?
This project is classified. No pictures. No conventional techniques.
All you have is Replicant.
What's going on?
A counter. reaction. He's rejecting the latest growth hormone.
- Talk to me. What can we do? - V. fib! Flatline!
Get him out. Now!
Welcome to my world.
Motherfucker.
Good morning, Number One.
Time to wake up.
Today, we're going to cover the basics: How to sit...
... stand, walk and stop.
Now I'm walking.
I'm sitting.
I'm standing.
I'm Miss Johnson. How are you?
Did you hurt yourself?
Maybe your golden boy's retarded.
Physical readings are normal, but the brain sign waves are low.
We've enhanced his telepathic ability through genome resequencing.
He may be our first, but genetic memory has been scientifically proven.
He just needs human stimuli.
That's the toilet.
That's where you come in: first human contact.
Good try. Watch the video and try again.
- Impressive, isn't he? - He's exceeding expectations.
You guys are pretty happy with yourselves, aren't you?
You have no idea what you're getting into there.
I've seen what he's able to do firsthand to 11 women.
If this thing turns out to be anything like the original, we're gonna regret it.
At the end of the day, Replicant is disposable.
Take it easy.
Food.
Eat!
I'm Jake.
You like that? How about this?
How's that?
Here, here.
Okay. Here. Look at that.
You like that?
Strong, huh? Easy! Take it easy!
Take it easy!
Back up! Back!
Easy! Back!
Now, sit!
Sit!
I'm standing.
I'm walking.
I'm sitting.
Standing.
I'm walking.
I'm sitting.
- I'm standing. - Stay!
No. Walk.
Move. Let's go.
Give me your glasses.
- Those are $500 sunglasses. - Yeah?
Look.
Thank you.
Do I get an owner's manual on this guy, or what?
You do whatever it takes to awaken the killer inside.
Here are your temporary NSF papers. And your gun.
- Got it. - I want a report every 12 hours.
Okay. Let's go. Walk!
Sit.
Sleeping killer. How sweet.
We've got company.
Okay, freak. of. science.
Let's talk a little shop here, shall we? What do you remember?
What do you remember? Come on.
Are you a killer? You feel like killing?
Killing somebody other than a woman? Show me how you did it.
Show me how you did it, come on.
Show me how you fucking did it.
Remember that?
Take it.
Here.
Want to kill me? Here's your chance.
Do it.
Drop the gun! Drop the gun!
Three stooges to the rescue.
Stay calm. Do not shoot the subject. Jake, tell him to back off!
Just shoot him. Kill him.
- Goddamn it, Jake. - Okay, boys. Take it easy.
Maybe if you put your guns down, he'll do the same.
That's good.
You deliberately jeopardised a classified project. We're taking him back.
Good riddance.
He's useless.
- Very nice. - You broke my arm!
You shouldn't have showed him the moves!
No!
Hurts, don't it?
- Freeze! - No!
Million. dollar project! No shooting, remember?
Put it away!
That's it. Put it away!
Stay! No!
Stay!
Here.
Sit.
Stay.
Good.
I'll call you a cab. Walk.
Walk.
Yeah, hi.
I'd like an appointment to see the house on Berkeley.
- My name is Jake Riley. - Drop the gun!
Shut up!
Excuse me?
Sorry. It was the radio.
Half hour. Great. Thank you.
You know this place?
A year ago, you made it the most famous house in the country.
Real messy.
Come on! Get back! Calm the fuck down.
You hear me? Calm the fuck down.
Okay. Let's go.
It's just rain. Come on.
How about this weather? Jake Riley?
Wendy Wyckham.
Calm the fuck down.
No.
Sorry. My cousin Ron is a little special.
- Let me show you in. - Be good! Come on.
This house was built in 1926.
All the woodwork is original.
A nice cosy fireplace here makes the entrance that much more special.
Over here, we have a spacious living room.
This way.
Here, we go into the kitchen which has recently been remodelled.
All the marble, of course, imported from Florence.
And over here, we have the dining room. It's perfect for entertaining.
What line of work did you say you were in?
I was in law enforcement.
That's right. You're that TV cop. The Torch case.
I feel so much better.
- You know the history of the house? - Yes, I do.
You know, it's such a shame because most people can never get past it.
But it is a steal.
Way below market value.
- Is he okay? - Could you give us a minute, please?
Absolutely.
Let's go.
Walk.
Let's go.
What do you remember?
What? What is it? What do you see?
- Has he been here before? - In another life.
Let's go.
I don't want to go home. I want to go to the park! Now!
Johnny, stop it! You're a bad boy.
- How you doing, kiddo? - Good.
Come on! Jump up!
Up you go!
How you doing? You've been a good boy?
Up you go!
- How's things going? - Good! Mommy's making your favourite.
I like that.
Go give Mommy a hug for me. Go!
Be good.
Danny, go on upstairs, okay? And take Scout with you.
- Okay? - Scout, come!
Come on.
Sit. Down.
You want to tell me what the hell is going on?
Classified. If I told you I'd have to kill you.
That's not funny.
Sorry, I know. Listen, I need your help.
I've got to get a rendering of this guy as soon as possible.
I'm not going to do that for you.
That's against department policy. Remember?
That's why it's considered a favour.
That's gross! Don't eat that!
That's for doggies. Here. Try this.
Want some more?
You're supposed to say, "Thank you."
What happened?
Baby, what happened?
Come here. Get up!
You son of a bitch! What did you do to him?
Scout hit me in the tooth.
It was Scout? Wait a second.
Stop! It wasn't him.
Scout knocked his tooth out. It was the dog. It wasn't him.
What happened?
I kicked the shit out of him. Honest mistake.
It's been 18 hours. You've gone AWOL, let him attack my men...
...and now you're telling me you've mistreated my replicant?
- Perhaps I made an error in judgment. - Perhaps you did.
Perhaps you should take your experiment and go. I don't need your shit.
After what the Torch said to you, I thought you'd really want to nail him.
How do you know what he said to me?
You got my place wired, is that it?
How did you know where we were today?
You tracking us, too?
You think we'd let you out with the future of our national security...
...without knowing everything about you?
I expect a report every 12 hours.
No exceptions.
- Is that you? - Yeah, it's me, Mom.
Get your clothes off.
That's it. Good. Stay!
Not in the car. Too obvious.
Let's see.
Internal, is that it? Open.
Internal tracking device. They think they're real smart.
Internal. Smart, isn't it?
It's okay. Calm down.
What are you doing?
I'm working, Ma.
It's okay. It's not what you think.
Let's go, Ma.
Jacob!
- What? - That man was beaten up.
Ma, you don't even know the guy, okay.
Wait a minute! I'm talking about you.
What is the matter with you? What has happened?
- What's wrong with you? - Why are you treating people like that?
Mom, stop. Please.
Okay. But remember one thing:
If you treat people like criminals, that is exactly what they will become.
Your dinner's in the fridge. I'm going home.
Thank you.
I can't take it!
You have ruined my life.
Where are you?
Bad boy!
You must be punished!
You're a bad mother.
Hey, you all right?
Leave her alone!
Easy, man.
Thanks for the favour. I owe you one now.
Forget about it.
Right here. Stay.
Subject loaded.
Okay, let's see what you remember.
How about this one?
Remember that one?
Come on, talk to me.
The picture's scanned. Make it snappy, all right?
Sit down. Go on, sit.
"Edward Garrotte."
Outstanding. "lmmigrated from South Africa, 1995."
- Jake? - Captain, how's the market?
Well, oil prices are down.
What the hell are you doing here?
I was just cleaning up some files. All done now.
- Are you jerking me around? - No, got to go.
You're jerking me?
Shut up.
Son of a bitch.
Stay.
Let's go.
Jesus Christ.
Next victim.
Keep it.
Jake, we have an illegal entry.
This is one sick puppy.
The Torch. You got him.
- That's him in the car. - No. I'll explain later.
Jake, I've got to call this one in.
You...
...back off!
Get out! Go!
Call for help.
Are you okay?
Where is he? He knew.
Jake! What the hell's going on?
- What's going on? - Not now! I'm gonna lose him.
That's the Torch. You got the Torch in the car.
No, it's not him. He's the key.
- I got to find him. - Jake, wait a minute!