Shelley. Listen to me.
I want you to send some of the boys to my apartment, all right?
There may be someone down at my lobby in biker leathers when they get there.
Okay?
- You got a name? - Yes, his name is Guy LaForge.
Put a photo on the FBI wire, okay?
If you are not granted another stay of the execution...
are you prepared to die?
You want me to call the police?
No, no, let Frank handle it. He'll know what to do.
As prepared as any man can be to pay for something he didn't do.
Listen.
You didn't message over a package to my apartment, did you?
No.
There is a lot of people out there that believe in your innocence.
And I'm grateful.
You know anyone that might have?
- No. - I'm grateful for their prayers.
- Everything goes to your office. - And support.
What about Pollard. Find anything on her?
You didn't actually paid her, did you, Jack?
- Pay her, what do you mean? - She works for a escort service.
Escort service?
You didn't know?
No, I didn't know.
What? She told me she was a lawyer. A student lawyer.
What are your thoughts this time?
Well, Stephanie, that's one thing I don't have a lot of...
You got a number for her?
Yeah, a phone number and the address.
I know the address.
Let me have the number.
If Dr. Gramm was with us right now, what would you say to him?
555-1352.
He knows that I didn't do this.
- There's only one... - Thanks.
Other person in this world who knows I've been framed.
That it was a set up. That I'm totally innocent.
And that would be the forensic psychiatric Dr. Jack Gramm.
I guess what I'd say to Jack Gramm... I'd say, "Why me"?
I understand that you've suffered a great loss with your sister.
I feel your pain, Dr. Gramm.
- Pick it up, damn it. - But that doesn't exonerate you...
from false accusing me of things that you know I did not, could not have done.
Pick up, Sara.
If I can be convicted of this voodoo forensic science...
think about it... Who is safe?
Shelley?
I want you to get MS-NBC.
- I want to talk to that son-of-bitch. - I would be the last.
Jack, I really don't think that's a good idea.
It's a good idea. Just get them and when you get them call me back, OK?
But I find hard to believe that Dr. Jack Gramm can be out there...
psycho battling innocent people into the death chamber.
Who is the murder now, Jack?
Yeah?
Who is the murder now?
Jack?
We got D'Franco in custody.
I got the warrant.
The guys are on the way over to his place.
Did he say anything about Forster?
A quite bit, but nothing useful.
What about Guy LaForge?
He hasn't checked in with his parole office in six weeks.
Well, he was at my apartment building less than an hour ago.
And he said he's coming back.
Listen, Frank.
I got a call a little while ago...
saying I have 88 minutes to live.
Jesus, Jack. Why 88 minutes?
I don't know.
You have any idea who this caller is?
You better find Guy LaForge before he gets here, okay?
Listen, let me call you back.
Jack?
Shit.
Mom.
Dad.
Jack.
There's someone in here.
And he wants to talk to you.
Where are you?
Please, come home quickly!
I'm here with a man.
It is not what you want me to say...
Jack, come here now! Help me. Help me.
Jack, what is that?
My sister.
Oh, my God!
That's horrible. Who would send that to you?
There's only two copies of this tape in the world.
One is...
Iocked up in custody of NYPD.
And the other...
is in a restricted access room...
in my office file cabinet...
with the highest security measures.
So you're thinking it was stolen.
Of course it was stolen.
You think I stole it?
You left the bar yesterday night with Dale.
One of the last people to see her alive. Maybe the last.
Jack, you think I stole the tape and killed Dale?
Have you lost your mind?
I don't have clearance to your restricted access room.
Why Guy LaForge was at the bar last night?
He was trying to protect me.
From what?
- From you. - From me? He knows about me?
- Yes. - What does he know about me?
He knows I have a silly girlish crush on you.
Jack. Hold on a second.
I just got an email from Mike Stempt, okay?
He saw Guy at Darby's Club last night.
When Mike left at 3 am, Guy was still sitting there...
and they've bounced a beer until 6 am.
So there's no way that Guy could have killed Dale Morris.
- Yeah? - Did you listen to the tape, Dr. Gramm?
Why did you leave the little Katie all alone?
Why, Dr. Gramm?
She'd still be alive today if you hadn't left her all alone to die.
Now it's your turn. In a glaze of glory!
Tic-tac, doc.
You have 37 minutes.
Yeah?
Hey, Jack, I got MS-NBC on the line. I'll patch you through the prison.
- You're sure you wanna do this? - Shelley.
There's been a breach in my place, in my most secure area.
Did you ever give anyone clearance to go into my secure files?
Jack, what are you saying?
Did you ever let an unauthorized person...
into my secure files area?
No, never. To anyone.
Ever.
Okay.
Now put me through the MS-NBC.
Frank?
- Yeah. - Yeah, turn on the MSN-BC.
They've granted Forster a live interview.
I can't, Jack, I'm in the car.
It's all right. They also will cast. You just turn on 750 AM.
I'm phoning in.
Wait a second. You think is such a good idea? With all the court actions?
I think he's behind everything. I think he's behind the phone calls, threats...
I'm gonna try to get inside his head. Make him crack.
Okay? You wanna stay on the line, please?
- Dr. Gramm? - Yeah.
You're on the air.
I've been told that we have Dr. Gramm joining us by phone.
- Dr. Gramm, are you there? - I'm here.
Have you been watching the interview?
- Is that what you call it? - What would you call it?
I don't know, I don't call it an interview. I call it an entertainment.
I call it a performance, maybe.
You must have got something to say or you wouldn't have called in.
Oh, yeah, I think it's very interesting that Forster talks about forgiveness.
I just want him to know that his victims have not forgiven him.
Look, you've lied under oath, Dr. Gramm, and you know it.
This is not about me. This about the women you've raped...
and tortured and murdered.
- Women like Janie Kay. - I have nothing to do with her death...
- and you know it. - Nothing to do with her death?
There was an eyewitness, a twin sister who identified you.
She was at the scene and identified you.
She was drugged and beaten so badly...
she said that she couldn't be sure, but you...
you bereaved her until she said it was me.
Interesting that you didn't say that you're innocent.
- I had nothing to do with the death... - No, I don't. I know you're convicted.
You're convicted by a jury.
You were trialed and convicted, that's what I know.
Trial? That wasn't a trial, that was an inquisition.
And the jury believed your lies.
You had to cause pain, suffer and death, so you could feel alive.
Wait a second.
Pain and suffer is something that you, forensics, know how to inflict.
Even your idol, Ted Bundy, ultimately, identified his victims.
How about, man, identify your victims?
How about?
The bodies of Terry Hines, Alicia Smith, Samantha Green. Where are they, man?
Come on, where are they?
Give these people's families closure, man! Give them closure.
You're on national television now! Millions of people are watching you.
Come on!
How about your colleague in London, in the Clark case?
Putting in an innocent mother for murdering her baby? Well done!
Well done, doctor. You must be so proud of being part of an elite fortunate.
Fortunately for her, her conviction was overturned...
when the doctor's testimony turned out to be an absurd.
Quack, quack, Dr. Gramm?
You now what?
Why don't you take a good look at your watch?
A good look.
Now imagine what it'd be like to be minutes away from your own death.
To hear the ticking of a clock...
and know that your time on earth is drying to a close.
Thank you.
There's another package for you, Dr. Gramm. Should I send it up?
This has just got in.
A three judge panel of the Nine Circuit has just granted John Forster...
a stay of the execution.
What?
Are you serious?
You hear that, Frank?
Yeah, I heard.
Forster got the stay.
I got him going, didn't I? No cigar.
Why did you send me on a wild goose chase, Jack?
What do you mean, wild goose chase?
D'Franco is not a serial killer, he's a serial groupie.
So he's a groupie so what? What's the big deal?
I've just got a call from Jeremy Guber from attorney general office.
You are wanted for questioning on the murder of Dale Morris.
What? What are you talking about?
They've found physical evidence at her apartment that implicates you, Jack.
What evidence?
Jack...
you know I can't say.
What you mean, you can't say? What does that mean?
- Frank? - There's someone to see you...
Mister, you can't go up there.
You told the doorman to don't let anyone up.
It's all right, don't worry. Don't worry, no-one is getting in.
The state attorney general has just announced that his appealing...
is taken to the State Supreme Court immediately.
Jack. There's smoke.
We'll keep you informed with further developments.
There's smoke here too.
It's your boyfriend.
Let Kim go.
Let her go now and no-one will get hurt.
Guy, I'm fine. There's no problem here.
The building is on fire. That's a problem.
- He's got a gun. - Okay. Listen to me.
I know this man and I know he's not gonna hurt me again.
You have to trust me, Jack. Please, open the door.
- Do it quickly. There's smoke up here. - Kim.
Guy, I'm coming out. We can calm things down, okay?
Guy, look at me. I'm fine. There's no problem here.
- What are you doing with him? - I'm okay. There's no problem.
Guy has been shot. No!
On the roof there's a fire escape. Okay?
- When I say "go", follow me. - Okay.
Do you think he is dead?
- He doesn't look good. - We should go back up there.
I gotta go back there and help him.
No. You can't go up there. Man.
- Yeah? - Jack, I need to talk to you.
I need two minutes to clarify something?
Shelley, I can't talk now.
I'll talk to you when I get to Sara Pollard apartment.
Miss. Lewinsky. Are you okay?
- I'm just a little bit dizzy. - Come.
Because I didn't see a device with a timer.
Get the bomb squad, this is the second one.
Go.
- Get her some oxygen. - All right. We got her, sir.
Let's go outside. You gonna be all right.
Jack, I don't see the shooter, do you?
Jack.
- He's got a gun. - Where?
Where the hell is he?
- Where? - Jack!
Get down!
- Kim! - Keep moving!
Kim, where are you?
Go, go, go!
Move back!
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm gonna live.
Here, let's go.
Where are we going?
To Sara Pollard house.
She's the girl I was with last night.
That's funny. It worked in the garage.
Why did you do that?
I don't know. I had a feeling...
Are you okay?
What next?
I don't know.
- Okay, let's get out of here. - Okay.
- Is that your cab? - Yeah.
Okay. I give you a hundred bucks...
you let me drive it. I'm just going across town.
A hundred bucks?
A hundred bucks plus tip. How is that?
All right.
I can not believe that.
Guy is dead.
He is. He is dead.
Shit.
You have not to say, huh?
It's just another day in the life of Jack Gramm.
Okay.
Can you wait outside the cab for a minute?
- You bet. - Thanks.
You asked me about my kid sister.
Okay. It was a long time ago.
She was staying at my apartment in New York City.
She was 12, I was 28.
And I was late for a meeting. Very important meeting.
A meeting that was gonna change my life.
It was gonna make me into somebody important.
Make all my dreams come true, so...
I went to this meeting on my dissertation.
And I left her there by herself.
I could have taken her with me. I could have left her with friends.
I could have postpone the meeting.
But I chose not to, because I was in a hurry.
Anyway, I left her there alone.
At that time I was working in a case...
and this guy had strangled six women.
We were very close to nail him.
He was upset and he wanted to get back at me.
So he came to my apartment, only I wasn't there.
And that time I wasn't concerned with security.
I was careless so...
he broke the door down...
and he went in.
And did...
things...
to my baby sister.
Katheryn, was her name.
Katy.
He did things that you wouldn't do to an animal...
that was bred for slaughter.
Anyway...
when they caught him...
he laughed...
and said...
it took him 88 minutes...
it took him 88 minutes to have my sister dead.
Jack...
He is in prison now.
Coming up for his fifth parole hearing.
I left New York.
Left all that behind me and came here, to Seattle.
You know, it seemed the perfect place.
It's on the far off corner...
of the continent of USA.
To see if I had a second hanged in me.
Whoever stole that tape...
knows the meaning of 88 minutes.
Is that enough?
Let's go.
If Sara is not home, we don't have a search warrant.
Well, we don't need a search warrant. We're not gonna arrest anybody.
We're just breaking in.
Not a good sign.
You can't say I've never give you anything.
This looks familiar. When did you take it?
I guess it doesn't matter, does it?
It just might.
- Okay, check out that way. - Okay.
Oh, Jesus.
What is it?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Calm, Kim.
- Calm, Kim. - Oh, my God. She is dead.
It's okay.
- Who would do that? Why? - Calm, Kim.
- Who could torture someone like that? - Just, breathe.
- Breathe, breathe. - Okay.
- Breathe. - Oh, God.
- Control. Take control. - Okay.
I'm in control.
- Are you in control? - Yeah.
- Okay, good. Let me show you something. - Okay.
That is my signature.
Forged. Credit card receipt.
This whole place is filled with my DNA.
The police is gonna come here.
They gonna know I was with Sara. They gonna think that I killed her.
- Your phone. - Yeah.
Answer, Jack.
Yeah.
- Jack? - Carol?
Carol?
Did you here the tape with your sister's 88 minutes of suffering?
I sent it to your apartment.
What are you saying, Carol? What is this?
The Porsche was a close call.
I called Frank and told him you murdered Sara after you killed Dale.
Think you are so smart...
invincible and unbeatable.
John Forster is giving you a death sentence and he is about to be free.
How ironic.
You've got 18 minutes left.
Meet me at your office alone.
Tic-tac.
What is it?
It's Carol.
She wants to meet me at the university, at my office.
Let's go.
- Come on. - Okay.
Shelley? What the hell are you doing in here?
I need to talk to you.
That poor girl. That poor... poor girl.
- It was me. - Sit, sit.
- It was me. - Shelley, sit down.
I broke the security protocol.
Why?
Well, about six weeks ago...
I had a drink in your office with a student of yours.
A couple of drinks, actually.
And she made an advance, and...
It was late, but the office was jammed with people working still.
And when we woke up she left. She didn't have a briefcase...
she didn't have anything she could put the tape in, but...
but somebody else must have.
Somebody else did, while we're sleeping.
Who was this girl? What's her name?
It was Lauren.
Lauren Douglas.
And here is the...
It's a picture from the security cameras.
This is the person that must have rifle through my files...
and found the combination to your vault and took the tape.
That's not a person, Shelly. It's a hat and a coat.
And this the photo ID of everyone that has visited Forster on the last month.
Oh...
Can you ever forgive me?
If I can't forgive you, Shelley...
I don't deserve you.
Understand?
I want you to call Carol and patch her through to me.
- Okay? - Okay.
Kim?
Hi, can you transfer me to Lynn Johnson office, please?
Kim?
Where are you going in such a hurry, Jack?
Is there something upstairs that you don't want me to see?
There's a woman named Sara Pollard upstairs very dead.
You can see her, if you'd like.
Look, I'm a straight shooter, right, Jack?
- Yeah. - And you'd never screw me over, right?
Oh, come on.
Why are your finger prints all over Dale Morris apartment?
- They are? - Yeah.
And you were right about the Halothane on the blood stream.
What you failed to mention is the fact that your semen is in her vagina cavity.
Is your semen in Sara Pollard?
Where the hell are you going with this, Frank?
Can't you see this is a frame?
Forster is coordinating this whole thing from prison.
- Can't you see that? - Yeah, right.
It is Forster's semen on Sara Pollard it's yours, Jack?
Somebody hired Sara Pollard to be with me last night...
then killed her...
took my semen and deposit into Dale Morris.
Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds?
No, it's not absurd.
I don't have time to explain, Frank.
Carol isn't answering.
What? What?
Carol isn't answering.
Get the names of all the women lawyers who work for Forster.
I want their names and ages.
- Look, I know how you operate, Jack. - What the hell are you doing?
I know how you use people.
It's no secret you're a womanizer, you drink too much.
How do I know that you haven't gone completely over the edge?
- Oh, man, I can't believe it! - How do I know?
- I don't know what you do anymore. - What did I do, Frank?
Did I send myself a tape?
Did I blow up my car? Did I set my apartment on fire?
Did I fire bullets at myself?
For God sakes, Frank, wake up!
- What the hell... What are you doing? - I have no idea who you're anymore.
You don't?
- I got Gramm. I'm bringing him in. - No, you're not gonna do this.
Frank. Frank. Just give me some time.
I can untangle this. Okay?
Just give me... Here, give me some time.
Don't move or I'll blow your head off.
Don't point a gun at me, Frank.
Don't point a gun at me. Please.
I wanted to sync up our watches, that's all.
All right, Jack.
What do you need?
I need time. I need ten minutes. Okay?
Here, let's sync up now.
At 11:40, meet me at my office at the university.
Kim? What happened?
I know you're only trying to help me, but don't go to my office on campus.
You understand? It's dangerous. Don't be a hero.
When you get this message, call me back A.S.A.P.
You understand? It's Jack.
Yeah.
There's still no answer at Johnson's office.
Hold on. Yeah.
- Jack? - Kim...
whatever you do, don't go to my office on the campus. Do you understand?
You have 14 minutes.
What?
It was me, Jack. I set you up.
I had a computer dialing service call you up...
rearranging times, using electronic altered voice.
Kim, this is no time to joke.
Meet me in your office in ten minutes, Jack.
11:40. Don't be late.
Kim!
Oh, shit.
Man...
Yeah.
Hey, Jack, I got the names of the women on Forster's legal team.
They were three.
Hannah Baker, 53. Rosane Caputto, 47, and...
Lydia Doherty, 28.
And Lydia Doherty, 28. How did you know?
Cause her name is on the signature sheet you gave me.
I want you to do a search on Lydia Doherty.
I want you to get all the information you can.
Fax it to my office on campus. Okay? Do it now.
Hey, another hundred bucks and I'll wait.
What the hell are you doing in here?
This is Lauren Douglas bag.
It was stolen today. I found it in your desk.
Halothane.
What is it doing here?
What are you doing in here?
This is what you used to kill Dale and Sara?
Or do you have no idea about this too?
Oh, sure I do.
I left all this stuff in my desk so you'd come along and find it.
You convinced the jury that Forster was guilty.
How do I know you didn't kill these women too?
Who sent you here?
Yeah. I'd like to report a suspect...
- in the Seattle Slayer case. - What the hell...
- Dr. Jack Gramm. - Put down the goddamn phone!
What's the matter with you? Who sent you here?
You think I'm too dumb to figure it out from myself?
Yes, I do.
Because whoever sent you here is deeply involved in the Slayer killings.
Lydia Doherty.
- Lydia Doherty. - What the hell is that?
Yeah?
Come to the Stern Building now.
Corner office, seventh floor.
Alone.
You have five minutes, Jack.
- What are you doing? - I'm not moving.
I don't have time to explain this.
Get away from the door.
- Come on! - You're gonna shoot me?
Yeah.
I'm a bad shot.
Frank, when you get this message I'm gonna be at the Stern Building...
on the seventh floor. Get there as soon as you can.
Oh, God.
Punctual, Dr. Gramm.
I'm gonna give you a B+ for effort.
Lynn Johnson is indisposed, but I'm sure she'd say hello, if she could.
As for your old friend, Kim, she didn't quite make the grade.
- Lydia. - You got the name right.
Lydia Doherty. Copy cat murderer.
God, I wish Forster could see your face.
You look so totally clueless.
I hope that's not a gun you're holding.
Is that a gun, Dr. Gramm?
What do you want?
Is that a gun?
- I have a gun. - Then do this.
Put it on the floor...
and slide it to me.
To me.
Okay.
You slide it.
One more time, slide it to me.
Slowly.
And move back.
Better.
I'd like to talk to John Forster, please.
This is his appeal attorney, Lydia Doherty.
They monitor his calls.
- You gonna implicate him. - The brilliant Dr. Gramm...
and his psycho gamble, is that it?
Sorry for the trouble I caused, Dr. Gram.
You know that I did, Dr. Gramm, with honors.
Dale told me how good you're with her when her dad died.
She was so grateful.
But despite the fact that insanity is a legal concept...
it doesn't mean that someone is not sick.
Have him call me on my cell.
He knows the number.
- What do you want? - What about you start with a confession?
- I confess. - To what?
To what? To everything.
I confess.
I want you to speak clearly and I want the truth.
Where do I start?
- Janie Kay. - Janie Kay?
I coached her.
Shut it off.
- Shut it off. - I am.
Go again.
I coached Janie Kay.
- In what trial? - I coached Janie Kay...
in John Forster's trial. I coached her. She perjured herself.
I gave false testimony.
And John Forster was convicted.
Based on an unlawful testimony.
It's my little present for John.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
Are you assessing me?
Are you looking for a weakness, Dr. Gramm?
I'm just wondering what is next.
Aren't you gonna offer to make me a deal?
Sacrifice yourself for Kim and Carol?
Be the hero.
Well, that wouldn't fly out, would it? I'd offer, but it wouldn't fly.
Rejected.
Have any other moves?
Or you spent so quickly...
I could move my eyes, like this, e look behind you.
To see if there is someone there with a gun pointed to your head.
- How much time I got left? - You have about a minute.
Jack.
Enough time for your last words. I'm not gonna deny you those.
All this torture, all this torment...
for an infatuation?
It's not an infatuation, don't demean me.
Well, if it's not an infatuation what is it?
Stop, please!
I went through great lengths to pull this off.
John really appreciates the quality of my work.
Timing the phone calls...
perfecting the ropes and plus implicating everyone close to you.
Coaching Carol and Kim.
All the while staying invisible.
It was me, Jack. I set you up.
You know what I don't understand?
How, in God's name, does anybody give up their free will?
How you do that?
- 45 seconds. - I saw you.
You came to my class, I remember you.
You were intelligent. An individual.
You challenged things.
You challenged me. You challenged ideas.
You're your own person.
How could you ever allowed yourself to be so manipulated by this guy?
30 seconds.
You're gonna take the fall for this guy?
If that's what he wants, so be it.
You see, Jacko...
I'm a true believer.
You better believe that's an FBI agent...
with a gun pointed right into your head...
at this moment.
Believe it.
- No more kidding. - Believe it.
- I believe your time is up...
Dr. Gramm.
God.
Jack!
No!
Jack!
No!
Jack!
No!
Jack!
No!
Again!
I got you. I got you.
It's okay.
It's okay, sweetheart.
Requesting immediately MT help.
At the UNW Campus, Stern Building.
I repeat.
Immediately emergency medical technician.
Multiple stab wounds.
There you go.
That's okay. Don't move.
Yeah.
This is officer Finnegan from the State Penitentiary Walla Walla.
I'm placing a call from John Forster to his attorney Lydia Doherty.
Put him through.
Go ahead.
Lydia.
Did you finish with Gramm?
- She's downstairs. - Gramm?
Put my attorney on the phone, please.
She's indisposed.
Look, you're meddling her. You shouldn't be meddling in.
You seized a naive junior lawyer on your legal staff.
You realized that she's damaged psychologically and...
Genius, isn't it?
Susceptible to your craps. And what you do?
You get her to kill people for you.
So you can stay alive.
That's an innovative legal strategy, if I have ever heard of any.
Dr. Gramm, I'm flattered with your imagination.
But you're grasping in straw.
She becomes a student of mine, no less...
you keep her on the appeal process, but she's still your lawyer...
so she has unlimited access to you...
so you can plan your copy cat murders together.
And then you can get a new trial.
And live happily ever after. Isn't that the case?
Dr. Gramm, I want you to listen very closely...
because when I get out of here...
I'm gonna go out and have a nice meal...
stop by your grave...
and piss all over it.
Now, please, put my angelical attorney on the phone.
She's dead.
It's over, Forster.
Except for the clock, that goes tic-tac.
Tic-tac. You got 12 hours to live.
All right, fellows...
- How is Lynn Johnson? - Well...
She just threw out of the house. She didn't want me to be late for class.
Jack, I have to ask you something.
Was Lydia telling the truth? Did you coach Janie?
You believe Forster killed those people? All those people?
- Yes. - Janie's sister and everybody?
- Yes. - Beyond reasonable doubt?
- Absolutely. - What would you have done in my shoes?
Don't answer it.
Think about it.
Justice...
and truth.
Where do they intersect?
Hi.
Hello, everyone.
John Forster is dead.
His execution is not a cause...
for celebration.
Nor is a vindication.
It is a chapter...
in the road to justice and recovery.
I personally...
don't believe in capital punishment.
I do believe...
in the rights of the victims.
I do believe...
that they deserve recompense.
No matter how significant or insignificant it may be...
in comparison to the loss suffered.
I've suffered such a loss.
And like some of you here...
I've spent those sleepless nights...
trying desperately to...
squelch down that bullish instinct for revenge.
And I have wondered...
Jack, look at me. Look at the kite.
If this pain will...
- ever abate. - Smile!
I've learnt...
that time does not heal the wound.
It will though, in its most...
merciful way...
plant the edge ever so slightly.
So...
What is the first thing...
one should remember when entering a court room?