q q q (low, dramatic music) www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015 (low, dramatic music continues) q q q q q q q q (music ends) # Ave # Maria... # (birds chirping) I can't believe this. (chuckles) Why not? Because I love you, Fabio, like a son. I love you, Don Luis, like a father. I'm going to miss you. And I'm going to miss you. Okay. Enough of this sentimental bullshit. One last drink? Next, we'll be crying like two old women. (chuckles) Come on! To the future. Salud y vida. So... business is all clear? Totalmente. It's all here. -No other copies? -You have to ask? (laughing): Hey... Oh, come on, eh? Adios. Adios. I'm going to miss you. Adios, Marco. Adios. Kill this motherfucker. (bell tolls) (shouting angrily in Spanish) (groans) (speaks Spanish) The bastard thinks I'm an idiot, playing it all mellow and shit. If he would've yelled and screamed and threatened to kill my whole family, it would've been better! We have about an hour to get out of here at the most. -(engine starts) -(shouting in Spanish) (tyres squealing) (woman shouting in distance) (dog barking) (speaking Spanish) (Fabio speaking Spanish) We've got ten minutes. Cataleya, go pack. I'm packed, Mama. (baby crying in distance) Cataleya. Escucha, mi flor. In case anything happens, this... this is your passport. You find yourself alone, you go to the address on this card, you show it to the man at the gate. I don't understand, Papa. Cata, you don't have to understand. You just have to listen and remember. Now... (speaking Spanish) And this... this will keep you safe. The cataleya orchid. My mother, your grandmother, used to grow them. Every morning, I'd wake up to the sight of them, the smell of them. That's why I named you Cataleya. Never forget where you came from. (speaks Spanish) Hola. We want to see Don Fabio. He is not home. (speaks Spanish) -I'm ready. -Es tiempo. Vamos. Ven, ven, ven, ven! Vamonos. -Ven, ven... -ven, ven. -Vamos! Vamos! Vamos. Espera. (tyres squealing) Back! Back! Back! He said he's not home yet. GUNMAN (over radio): Wait a minute. It's too late. Get ready. Go. Go. I love you very much. I love you, too, Papa. Gracias. (over radio): Do it now. -OK. Change of plans. (people screaming) Cata. Alicia! Vamonos. (gun cocks) (shouting in Spanish) (heavy gunfire in distance) (heavy gunfire continues) (distant booming, gunfire) (distant booming) (dogs barking in distance) Do you remember me, Cataleya? I was at your confirmation. My name is Marco, and I was a very good friend of your father. You know who Don Luis is, right? He was like a father to your father. That makes you family, too. But when someone... is good to you and you're not good to them back, then bad things happen. You do very well in school, so I know this is not too complicated for you to understand. Am I right? Excellent. Now, your father had something that belonged to Don Luis. It's a small thing-- not bigger than this. Do you know where it is? Well, if you give it to me, Don Luis will be very happy and very grateful. So why don't you just give me that little thing which belongs to him? Would you do that? You're a smart girl, and in this life, smart girls always get what they want. Hmm? So just tell me. Just tell me, sweetheart. What do you want? (screaming) To kill Don Luis. MARCO: Get that little bitch! (rapid gunfire, bullets ricocheting) We need her alive! (dogs barking) (grunting) (motorcycle engine humming) Find her! Find that little bitch! (shouting in Spanish) (tyres squealing) A donde vas? (chatter in Spanish) (dogs barking, babies crying) (panting) (yelling in Spanish) (continues yelling) (dog barking) (motorcycle engine buzzing) (shouting in Spanish) (dog barking) (chatter in Spanish) (tyres squealing, people screaming) (people screaming) Faster! Faster! Faster! (panting) Go! Go! Don't let her get away! Got you. -(gasps) -Quick! Quick! Get her! Go! -(motorcycle engine buzzing) -Quick! Shit! (heavy gunfire) (shouting in Spanish) Vamonos. (horns honking in distance) Excuse me. (indistinct background radio communication) (phone ringing, indistinct chatter) MAN: And you say you... you have something for us, sweetie? Well, may I see it? (retching) Jesus. (spits) (coughs) Uh... (sighs) (computer beeping and trilling) Okay, everybody, take a five-minute coffee break. Jim, we're going to have to record this. (beeps) (whirring) Where did you get this, sweetie? My papa. And where is your papa? Dead. Do you know what this is? Yes. My passport. We're about to arrive in Miami. Let me buckle you up. (indistinct announcement over P.A.) Welcome to America. Go ahead. I'll wait right here. (door creaking, closing) Cataleya? Hello, young lady. Where are we wanting to go today? Chicago. It's not just down the street, you know. How much? (siren wailing in distance) (indistinct announcement over P.A.) (bell clanging) (sirens blaring) (laughter, indistinct chatter) Hey, kid. What are you doing here? (bang, dog barks) (blow thuds, man grunts) Emilio. Emilio. (sobbing) Emilio. Emilio. There's a girl looking for you. (speaking Spanish) Her name is Cataleya. (speaks Spanish) Cataleya. Tio? (Cataleya sobbing) (continues sobbing) Shh. I thought you were dead. (sniffles) You're safe. It's okay. You're safe now. You're safe. (train rumbling, sirens wailing in distance) (radio playing quietly) -MAMA: Toma. -EMILIO: Gracias, Mama. Buenos dias, Cata. You have your mother's beautiful eyes. Don't be afraid. This is your home. How long has it been since you sleep? I don't know. A long time ago. Well, good. A young body needs to sleep. When I was your age, I would sleep half the day. I don't know if it helped with the growing part, but I was always ready for what came after. Whose room did I sleep in? My son. Your cousin. Where is he? He's dead. Killed? Yes. By who? No one who is still alive. You are very talented. Is this what you want to be, an artist? I used to want to be like Xena. Warrior princess. Not anymore? Now? I want to be a killer. Can you help? Sure. q (school bell ringing) Normally, we don't accept students in the middle of the academic year. But, under these circumstances-- losing her parents in this tragic car accident... Here you are. These are the school supplies -you will need. -Sorry. She's a little traumatised. Of course. We'll see you Monday, Cataleya. Such a pretty name. (clears throat) Gracias. After we get all this stuff, we'll go to Maxwell Street to get a hot dog from those Polish people here. You like hot dogs? Hey. What is it now? That school has nothing to teach me. I told you what I want. You don't want to help me? Fine. I'll do it myself. (sniffs) Look. (sniffs) MAN: Stop! No! (people screaming) Like that? That's what you want? You want me to teach you how to be a killer? Sure. No problem. I teach you. But you'll be dead in five years. (sniffs, clears throat) If you want to be a killer and survive, you got to be a smart one. You have to know things besides how to pull a trigger. You have to know how the world works, how people think, you got to learn, understand how to be psychological. I cannot teach you that unless you learn the basics at a school. You got that? Hm? Come on, what's it going to be? Cataleya, you choose. -(sirens wailing in distance) Come on. Now. Choose. Come on. What you want? Choose. (sirens approaching) Better. (sighs) (tyres screeching) Hey, buddy. I got the good stuff. So, then I suggest, you know, let's buy some things, spice it up a bit. A garter belt, some of those stockings that come up -to the thigh. -Right, nice. It's been 14 years. -You know what I mean? -Right, no matter how much I like steak, sometimes a lamb chop isn't a bad thing, right? Exactly. -(tyres screeching) -Oh, my God. (siren whoops) Son of a bitch! Fuck, man. What the... Put your hands on the car! Hands on the vehicle right now. Right now. Oh, bad... (laughing) You stupid crazy bitch. I'm really sorry. This is not, -it's not even my car. -You think this is funny? No, sir! (laughing) I'm gonna give you something to laugh about. (laughing) I'm sor-- Officer, I'm sorry. I don't drink. (phones ringing) What the... Oh, hey. There's nothing here. No license, no registration, no I.D. Except for a library card. Miss Valerie Phillips. (grunts) In addition to all that, you are being charged with DUI, driving the wrong side of the road and destruction of police property. Miss Phillips! Do I have your full attention? Yeah. That's it? Unless there's anything else you can think of. I have to throw up. Oh, no, no, no. Get her out of here! -(retching) -And a cup of coffee, too. We'll book her tomorrow. Let her sleep it off, for Christ's sakes. All right, big step. Down you come. All right, stretch those legs. Come on, move. Regis, check downstairs. Sh-She's from Roma, okay? And she says... Excuse me. U.S. Marshal Warren. I'm here with Gennaro Rizzo on an overnight. Yeah, wait, hold on a second. You know, it says here that you're not expected until tomorrow. Yeah, well, never expect the expected, Sergeant. Is that coffee there? Is that fresh? Yes, it is. -Do you mind? -Alfred. Appreciate it. You know, Officer Doyle is gonna show you where the cell blocks are. Oh, come on. Home, sweet home. After you, sir. (chuckles) I'm gonna miss you, Rizzo. I'll leave that just there. Just in case you get hungry in the night. Sleep well. Be a caffeine kind of night, Joe. Keep your eyes open. (lock buzzes) (snoring) (lock buzzes) (door opens, closes, light switch clicks) (lock clicks) MAN (over radio): ...the count two balls and no strikes. He does have 24 home runs and 84 runs... (lock buzzing) (quiet beeping) (quiet thumping) Two... one. (electricity sizzles) (fan powers down) Ah, f... Not again. Hey, Doyle, go check the ventilation system, will you? As in today, please. Jesus Christ. Ah, shit. (fan powers up) (sighs) (intercom buzzes) -Yeah? -Yeah, I got to pee. (lock buzzes) (urine trickling) (toilet flushes) (intercom buzzes) (lock buzzes) (lock clicks) (gasps) Unbutton your shirt. -What? -Now. Who are you? (gunfire) -(men shouting) -Go! -Come on! High-level security threat. (alarm ringing) -Come on! -Move! Move! Come on, move! Get inside! Somebody open the door! (lock buzzes) (groans) (lock buzzes) Look at me, Joe. Look at me. Give me the gun. Just give it to me, okay? It's okay. That's good. -Move it! -(men shouting) -Hold him down, hold him down! -I didn't do it! You really gotta listen to me... -You got him? -Watch it! -Get him out of here. -I didn't do it! -Get him out of here! -I didn't do it...! Call it in. Call it in! Come on! -Step aside! -Go, go! (sirens wailing in distance) (grunts) (men shouting in distance) (grunting) Come on, spread out, men. (heart beating) (grunts) (siren continues in distance) (panting) There! (siren continues wailing) OFFICER (over radio): Check out the north side. It's clear here. (alarm ringing) (snoring) Okay, okay, let's go. (snoring) (jet engines powering down) Agent Ross. Where is he? -He's in the morgue. -Let's go. (engine revving) This is just how he came in. It's the same handwriting. Same drawing, right? It's him. I want to see the location, please. Thank you. CATALEYA (voice-over): Oh, I shouldn't drink. MAN: No, you shouldn't. -Oh, God, I'm so sorry. -Yeah, you can tell that to the judge in ten days' time -at your hearing. -Oh, my God. (crowd clamouring in distance) What's going on down there? Nothing. You can sign this form, and then you can go. -Really? -Yeah, really, but I'm quite sure the judge -will send you back here. -I probably deserve it. Yeah, well, you're just lucky no one got hurt. (reporters clamouring) (horns honking, helicopter whirring overhead) Okay, okay, back up. (reporters clamouring) You didn't lock it down. Hey, it was after the fact. I didn't think anybody... You have to do it. Okay? Nobody in, nobody out, please. Okay. Okay, you heard the man-- lock it down. Nobody in, nobody out. REPORTER: When will there be a statement? Will the commissioner hold a press conference again? Yes or no? People need to know! I want to see paper on everybody in and out of this station in the last 24 hours. And I want the tapes from all the security cameras. All of them. -(footsteps) -(gasps) (door creaking) (phone ringing) EMILIO (over phone): Todo bien? We're good. When you are back? -The day after tomorrow. -Good. I have something for you. Give me a day. Okay. We can't wait to see you back. Give Mama a kiss for me. EMILIO: I will. (horn honking) Thank you. ROSS: 22 murders in the last four years, all with the same M.O. I think I'm right-- he is sending a message, but I'm beginning to believe it's not meant for us. Well, we're the only ones with that information. But we're not getting anywhere with it, are we? Put it out to the press. It's time. The word, this lipstick drawing-- I want it splashed over every newspaper, every magazine-- front page, national. If the message isn't meant for us, let's make sure it gets to who it's intended for. (speaking Spanish) Mr. Richard. (chuckles) Marco. It's been a long time. Yes, it has. How is the hand? It only hurts when it's humid. Well, you should've let us relocate you to Arizona instead of New Orleans. Yeah, right. But the boss likes it humid. -He's waiting for you. -Okay. RICHARD: What do you think? -Hmm? -Coincidence. 22 times? Flower that only grows in one place on Earth. Uh, didn't that used to be the calling card of... Shoot. I forgot his name. What was his name-- your foreign partner? You know, the one who used to do your wet work. -Fabio. -Fabio. Fabio Maria Restrepo. May I? The CIA is not an amusement park. When the agency extracted your ass from Colombia 15 years ago, and set you up here, we allowed you to resume your little business, when what we should've done was lock you away for life. Now, in exchange, you should've kept the information flowing. -And I have. -Not much. I had nothing to do with this. Then find out who did. She's talking to us. Could be anyone. Idiot. I told you, everyone dead, down to the dog. You screwed up the first time. Now, go fix it. (siren wailing) (sighs) (bluesy, mid-tempo song plays) # Deeper down # We're all going down # Down, deeper down # Yeah # We are all plunging # Straight towards our own decline # Without noticing, we slide down # Deeper down and down (chirps) # Down, deeper down # Yeah # (song fades out as gentle orchestral theme fades in) (train rumbling in distance) Each and every one of the victims was a professional bad apple. As for motive, I've narrowed it down to, uh, payback, but, um, not much else. My best guess-- Alexa Milshinova-- she made a career out of, uh, getting intimate with high-stakes gamblers out of Vegas. She would, uh, rip them off and then send them to meet their Maker. Here-- DiAngelo James. He tried to take over the heroin trade from Houston from the, uh, Gemini cartel. If you do not know all there is to know about these twins, you should not be in this room. Now, you see-- he tilts the camera just enough so he won't be seen going into the cell. The time-- 1:55 a.m. That means our perp was in that station that... Well, I don't have to spell it out for you, do I? Excuse me. Hand these out, please. These are the names, addresses and phone numbers of everyone with a pulse who was in that station before 1:55 a.m. Everyone. Which means one of them was our target. I want you to locate the ten people in the folder you've just been handed. I want a detailed dossier on each of them for the last ten years of their lives. I want you to run down every lead. You will check every story. 'Cause our killer, ladies and gentlemen, is in those folders, and I mean to catch him before he kills again. q (bell dings) (keys jangling) (suspenseful theme plays) CATALEYA: Don't move. Hello, Jennifer. Hello, Danny. (slow, bluesy song plays) # I'm so tired of playing... You haven't finished your painting. You never really finish a painting. You just stop working on it. I know something you're good at finishing. -Oh, yeah? -Yeah. Tell me something. Are we ever going to go out on a normal date together? What's a normal date? You know, go out and have dinner, drink wine, get drunk. Mmm. Dessert? # Give me a reason to love you # Mmm # Give me a reason to want to be your man # Give me a reason... # (train rumbling by outside) (gentle orchestral theme fades in) (door creaking shut) (sighs) # Uh! Uh! # Uh! Uh! # Uh! # Uh! # (water running in washer) (sighs) Safe? From my end. You? Safe. How's Mama? She... is missing you. Well, tell her I miss her back. I think she would love to hear that from you. I know. What do we have? Remember the guy on the news for running a Ponzi scheme -about a year ago? -Mm-hmm. Made $50 million vanish into thin air. -Ooh. -Clever guy. Now he's living in the Caribbean. -Aw. -Mm. So... left a lot of people very upset. So we give him a break-- permanently. Okay. There's something else. How long has this been going on? Not long. Newspaper says 22. Why? You know why. You think that's going to smoke Don Luis out? You think he's that stupid? It's not just about you, okay, Cataleya? There's me, Mama, the family. Familia. Si. Tio, please. You're clean. You book the work, you collect the money. Oh. How nice. And I watch your back. That's what I do. Each and every job, I vet, I double-vet. If I give you a job, I turn down five, ten, because I made a promise to keep you safe. I keep you safe, Cataleya. That is a full-time job, no matter what you think, but this-- it's not professional. It's not what I taught you. I don't care about what's professional and what's safe-- I'm doing this my way. -That is your way? -Yeah. A tag killer? Estupida. (speaks Spanish) I should never have let you do this. Never. You didn't let me do anything. I chose this, remember? I chose this. From the first moment I walked in your door, I had already made my decision, and you know that. -By yourself? -Yes. Not you or anybody is going to change that. We love you, Cataleya. Then watch my back until it's done. Cataleya. Excuse me? -It's an orchid. -What? This is? Sure does. It grows in Colombia. How do you know that? My wife-- she's Colombian. -Uh... cataleya? -That's right. (typing) (quietly): Okay. Let's try "organisation." (computer beeping) Well, shit. -Hi, boys. Did you miss me? -(barks) Yeah? Well, I missed you, too. Hi. Come. (kisses, dog barks) You guys been good? Hmm? All right, stay. Sirloin. Juicy. Delicious. Want one? Good. (growls, barks) Eat. (metal jingles) Mm, I know that song. Hola, Pepe. (speaks Spanish) I guess the boys gave me away, huh? You spoil them. I train them. # If you on the court alone # Hoop dreams # Right, you still try to give it all you got # Hoop dreams # Yo, it's 10:00 in the park # Getting dark, but you still got to hit this last shot # Hoop dreams # Yo, I got this hoop dream # Written all on my mind # I'm 'bout to push rocks, orange with the black lines # Y'all know the deal, I got dreams... # (kisses) Fishy, fishy. Willie, why are they ignoring me? (laughing) -What? -Baby, you put one drop of blood in there, and they'll be your biggest admirers. Really? -Oh, yeah, baby. -(laughs) All the way down to your clean, stripped bones. Cool. (women laughing) Alejandro, you bring in extra security for tonight. -Yes, sir. -You make sure that we are shut down, tight. Yes, sir. Take care. (women laughing) Girls! Come to papa, huh? (laughing) (whooping) (tyres screech) There are already guys in the garden and guys out back. -I want you three upstairs. -Yes, sir. Two on the roof. Hurry! (tyres screech in distance) (suspenseful theme plays) (gasps) What the fuck is this? Willie, come back to bed. Shh. (panting) (panting) Fuckers. (pants) (sniffs) Turn around. (chuckles) Who are you? It doesn't matter who I am. (guns clicking) (yells) (chuckles) Okay, what do you want? I want you exactly where you are. Huh? (silenced gunshot, grunts) (screams) (groaning) Whatever they're paying, I'll double it. (panting) Please, please don't kill me. I'm not gonna kill you. Huh? Oh. Oh, no, no. Please... (screams) Oh, no! (grunting) (screaming) (phone ringing) -Yeah? -ROSS: Mr. Steven Richard? -Who is this? -This is FBI Special Agent James Ross. Look, I'm lead agent on a case; it's a serial we call the Tag Killer. You might have heard of him. I've seen the publicity. He marks his victims with a flower. It's from Colombia. The cataleya orchid. Each time I try to access information, I get stuck with a CIA "access denied" tag. I'm at the end of a very long road, Mr. Richard, and I've been led to believe -that you are the man I... -Listen, Agent Ross. I can't give any information out over the phone, but what I suggest is you file a formal request with the agency for any information you might want, and I'll be more than happy to get back to you as soon as I can. (dial tone) Thank you. (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.) (cell phone ringing) -Hello. -Stop bullshitting me, Marco! (over phone): I got the FBI on my ass now. I want that problem taken care of yesterday. Do you hear me? Loud and clear. Good. WOMAN (over P.A.): Keep your baggage with you at all times. Where to? Downtown. And we question every Colombian we meet until we find an address to get her family, okay? DANNY (voice-over): Jen, in case you show up, I wanted to let you know that I went to New York to meet with galleries. I'll be back tomorrow night, but if you're already here, make yourself at home. ROSS (voice-over): What do we got? -We do have the surveillance tapes from a few angles. (chuckles) -That's it? -That's it. -Hey, man, it's not a lot to go on... -Oh, come on. Run it through the database, see what happens. (computer trilling) We're not looking for a woman. It's not possible. (siren wailing in distance) q (door opens) Wow. Wine? Thank you. Come. I'm impressed. I got you something. -You did? -Yeah. (chuckles) A stuffed alligator? Yeah. Exactly what I've always wanted. Hey, wait. Wait, wait. Let's just, uh, let's just sit, have a little of this food and talk for a little bit first. (both chuckle) What do you want to talk about? I don't know. Anything. Ask me something. How was your trip? Actually, it was great. The gallery liked my new paintings; they're gonna put up -a show in October. -And that's a good thing. -Right? -Yeah. My turn. How was your trip? Hot. Did you do anything exciting? I went swimming. Anything else? Come on, talk to me. -What do you want to know? -Anything. Something about you. Something. Where are you from? Are your parents from here in the city? Okay. Let's start with something a little more simple. What do you like to eat for breakfast? I don't eat breakfast. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to know a little bit more about you, about what you feel inside, what you feel about me-- anything-- just a little. I feel lonely sometimes. Thank you. Me, too. (gentle orchestral theme plays) Let me this time. (chuckles softly) (camera clicks quietly) Morning. I know you said you don't eat breakfast, so I thought I'd make us some lunch. Oh, my God. Oh, shit. Wait. W-Where you going? I shouldn't have done this. Shouldn't have done what? -Any of it! -I don't understand. Why? What are you talking about? -Why? -Because. Because-- Look, can you just hold on a second? Can we just talk about this? No, no, Danny. We've talked too much. Jennifer, just stay for a minute. I'm sorry, I have to go. Jennifer! (door opens, closes) (sighs) I'm sorry I'm late. (whispers): Mira! Eight people slaughtered in Miami. One of them is my friend. -So what? -You know exactly what. He's getting too close. Ay, tio, please. Again with that? They're looking for you, so don't play with me. You're bringing them to you. I know how your twisted little mind works. Think this is a game? I'm a fucking joke to you? Hm? You scare me, Cataleya. I don't want to deal with your shit anymore. I don't want to give you work or anything anymore. You are retired. -You can't do that. -Shove it! How many people did you kill when your boy died? Cuantos? What you know about my son? You know fuckin' nothing about my son. Digame. But it changed nothing. When I lose my son, I lose my life. Everything that's important to me is gone. But I want to believe in you, Cataleya. Why? I still pray that you find a life away from this, because no one in our entire family has a chance for one. (sniffles) (sighs) Listen. Never come to the house, never come to the church. Don't bother. I don't want to wait for your phone call no more. I don't want you to break my mother heart. Maybe this will help you to understand what I try to tell you. (sobbing) (thunder rumbling) Five-six, brown eyes-- well, hazel, actually. Dark hair-- thick, shiny. Incredible body, killer smile. I think about her all day long. Dude, you're in love. You're so smart. Okay, seriously-- and I mean this from the bottom of my heart-- you're nuts. I haven't had anyone important in my life for at least ten years. I finally meet someone that I really, really like, that-that I want to be with all the time. I've got nothing. I've got a stuffed animal and a picture. You got a picture? Give it up. It's not even really a whole picture. I took it of her while she was sleeping, so... -Oh, my God! -Jesus, relax. When do I get to meet the future Mrs. Delaney? You? Never. Ah, shit. (laughs) Excuse me. Excuse me. Why are you writing a ticket? (phone ringing) Third precinct. Hey, Shari. Uh, you got that picture? (computer trilling) Her little skinny face lyin' on my computer. Ooh! She's beautiful. Clearly out of your league. It's not for me, it's for Danny. Remember, the painter? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Much better match. It's a perfect match. How long's this gonna take? Slow your roll, tiger. You're my brother-in-law, not my boss. And besides, I'm not supposed to be doing this. Shari, Shari, you are gonna be the fairy godmother in the most beautiful love story ever. Okay? Think about it. You get the honour of saying, you are the one who made this all happen. And I get to lose my job if I get caught. (computer trilling) Ryan, it's done. I'll call you when I got something, okay? Thank you, baby. (kisses) He'll thank me later. (computer trilling) (buzzing) Hey, I want a trace put on an incoming transmission. (typing) (trilling) Chicago, Third Precinct. Get somebody down there now. q (whispers) (whimpers softly) (whimpers softly) (bell tolling) That was such a nice surprise. Everyone grows up sometime. She's going to be okay. Yes, Mama. I think so. Uh... excuse me. Come with me, please. That's my computer Why is she...? -Why are you all up on my computer? -You have the right -to remain silent. -You better not mess up my favourites. We need a common base, so... let's try his eyes. Good. Now, let's see hands. Looking good. And now... Hmm. Nice nose. Congratulations. You have a girl. Print it. Get it out to all stations. And get the mobile unit ready. Yes, sir. (slow, contemplative theme plays) (train rumbling in distance) (cell phone vibrating) -Hello? -It's me. -Jen? -Are you busy? DANNY (over speaker): No. No, I'm not. Danny Delaney. Localisation in progress. CATALEYA (over speaker): I was just... looking out the window and thinking, -where are you? -I'm... I'm at home. -I was looking out the window, too. -So we're looking -at the same sky right now, huh? -Almost there. You have a sexy voice on the phone. DANNY: Yeah, you do, too. Progress. We've got it. -There it is. -Okay, we got it. Give SWAT the location. Let's go! (engine revs, tyres squeal) Ha. DANNY: I'm really glad you called me. -Me, too. -I was literally just looking at a picture of you, thinking of you when the phone rang. -What picture? -I took a picture of you while you were sleeping with my phone. It's really bad, but I just wanted to have something to remind me of you. (computer trilling, buzzing) Did you show it to anybody, Danny? No. Well, actually, my friend Ryan. Who else saw the picture, Danny? DANNY: Nobody. Why? -Danny, who else? -Nobody. I didn't show it to anybody. What's the big deal? (indistinct shouting, siren whooping) DANNY: Jen, I just took a stupid picture of you with my phone. -I'm sorry. -I'm sorry, too. Oh, fuck. (chirping) See what we got. Special Agent Williams. FBI. It's clear. (beeping) (bell dings) (panting) Shh. (grunts) WOMAN (over TV): I mean, I really think, like, he was publicly humiliated... No, ma'am. Everything's under control. I just need you to come with us. We're evacuating the building. OFFICER (over radio): Copy. Ten-four. Charges. (beeps) (steady beeping) -Blow it. -(beeping) (beeping) (electrical crackling) (coughing) No, she's not here. Lock down this building ASAP. (panting) -Anything? -No, nothing. No, wait, wait, wait. One security camera down. -A second one down. -Where? -The garage! -All units, -get to the garage. -Let's go. Let's go. -Cover all the damn exits. -(tyres squealing) (door opening) (grunts) (gasps) She's here! Look everywhere! Under every car. Look in every boot. She's here. Find her! ROSS: Anything? Come on. Check that boot. In here. (tyres squealing) (tools grinding) Tio. Mama. (gasps) (whimpers) Mama! (sobbing) Emilio! Emilio! (Cataleya moans) (sobbing) I'm sorry. (screams, sobs) Thank you. (crickets chirping) (quiet, suspenseful theme) (gun cocks) This won't take long. Please, sit. You think you've been smart. Have you covered all your bases? 'Cause this... this is already over. This whole place is wired with Webcams. You mean these? Talk about covering all my bases. Your chair is pressure-wired. You move a single inch, and that'll be the last move you ever make. And given what you know about me, you know I don't bluff. (beeping) I don't know about you. So I'm just going to ask. What happened to you that you could kill 23 people? Would you believe me if I told you this wasn't the life I had imagined when I was a child? I wanted to be like you-- on the other side. Really? So what happened? Luis Sandoval. I was nine when he had my parents killed in front of me. So all this-- the tag killing, the clues-- weren't for us at all. It was all for him? It was the only way to track him down. And you needed us to put it all in the press? Yes, but it took you so fucking long. Goddamn. You've had to be really determined. Very focused, huh? Not focused enough. (crying): This morning he took the last piece of me. You sent the man a message, he sent you one right back. And now I'm gonna finish it. Oh... -I can't help you. -Yes, you can. He's protected by your government. By a part of my government that I cannot reach. It's CIA, and I don't know why, but I can't get under it, I can't get over it, and you have to believe me, I have tried. Try harder, Agent Ross. You have a beautiful family. You go anywhere near my family, and I swear to God, I will... -Shh. Now you know what you have to do. Get me Luis Sandoval, 'cause if you don't, you're going to go to a funeral every week, and I will not stop until you begin to feel what I felt all these years. I'm sorry. Cataleya. When your dinner's ready, the timer in your chair will have expired. Don't get up before. (beep) Hey! (beeping rapidly) (timer dings) (beeping accelerates) (extended beep) (beeping stops) Now, y-you do understand that I only took this meeting out of professional courtesy. Now, the truth is, I really can't help you at all. -Can't or won't? -It's the same thing, really. But in the, uh, spirit of reaching out, let me put my cards on the table. -Yeah? I have met this woman, this tag killer. -It's a woman? -Yeah. -Is she pretty? -She got the drop on me in my home, and she told me that if I do not bring her the whereabouts of this man, she says she's going to kill a member of my family every week until I have none left. Are you kidding me? Does it seem to you that I would make something like this up? So why don't you just tell me what I should do. Call 911. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting. It starts now. (phone ringing) Ross. It's her. She says if you don't give her exactly what she wants, she's going to redecorate your whole office-- with you. Can you please tell her that glass is tempered to resist a direct hit by a 57-millimetre ordinance? (gasps) -Ten seconds to give up that address. -How can I be sure if I give her the address, she won't kill me anyway? She says you can't, but you can trust me-- if you don't give her what she wants, you will be her 24th victim on the hit parade. 867 Magnolia Terrace, New Orleans. She asked that you keep this conversation strictly confidential. -With pleasure. What about my family? (line beeping) (door closes) (gasps) (sombre theme plays) (dog whines) (barks, whines) (engine starts, tyres screech) -Good morning. -Who are you? That's not important. What's important is, I need the floor plans to 867 Magnolia Terrace. If you don't leave my office immediately, I will call the police. (gun cocks) I really need those floor plans. You will take positions here, here and here. You must expect the unexpected. She's like mist under a door, like a mouse in the wall. She will never attack straight on, and you will not see her until it's too late. She's that invisible. Shit! Marco! (crashing, rumbling) (men coughing) Don Luis. Don Luis... are you okay? Get the Mercedes! -What happened? -We need to get out of here. Leave me alone! MAN: Come on! Come on, come on! Everyone in! (men shouting) (engine starts, tyres screeching) (men grunting) (bullets pinging, shells clattering) We have to move. -Quick! Let's go! Move it! -Hurry up. Come on. You hide here. -And wait for my call. -Okay. (suspenseful theme playing) MARCO: Come on! Find her! And look everywhere! (automatic gunfire) (man screaming) (panting) (cell phone ringing) -Hello. -Did you catch her? We're checking it. I think we got her. (gunfire, men screaming) Marco! (over phone): Marco! (shells clinking on floor) (yelling) (panting) (gun cocks) Marco! (panting) What the hell is going on? I will hold here. Marco! (panting) (low, suspenseful theme plays) You've been waiting for this moment for a very long time, right? Yes. (two gunshots) (grunting) (screams) (both grunting) (choking) (grunts) (grunts) (groans) (gasping) (growls) (screams) (both grunting) (yells) (grunts) (grunts) (panting) (panting) (engine starts) (tyres screeching) (engine roaring) (intense, dramatic theme plays) (horn honking) -(yells in Spanish) -(revving engine) (ringing) Marco? CATALEYA: No. It's Cataleya. What were you expecting? You have ruined your whole life trying to kill me. Someone like me? I cannot be killed. I do the killing. And now it's your turn to be hunted. You will never find me. But as day follows night, believe me, I'll find you, and I will kill you! And you know why? Because I will never be where you want me to be. Actually... you're exactly where I want you to be. (gasps) (dogs whimpering) (barking, Luis screaming) Eat. (screaming) (dogs snarling over phone) (gentle theme playing) You should think very carefully. Is there anything else? I've already told you everything, okay? She'd come by for a couple of hours, then she'd leave, that's it. Look, it's really late, I'm really tired. If you are not gonna arrest me... We don't actually have anything to charge you with. -So, can I leave? -No. I got a few more questions. Can I at least get a cup of coffee? Yeah. Cream and sugar? Yes, please. (cell phone vibrating) -Hello? -Hello? Jen. Thank God. Look, I-I had no idea. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I'm fine. (over phone): Where are you? -FBI. Danny, you know that they... Yeah. How much time do we have? 40 seconds. Use this time for three questions. What's your real name? Cataleya. Like the flower? Yes. Like the flower. 22 seconds. Will my little bird come back one day? Leave your window open and you'll see. -WILLIAMS: Hey, Ross! -ROSS: Yeah? We're picking something up off that guy's phone. Last question. I love you. Give me that phone. Give it. Hello? (over phone): Hello? (quiet theme plays) You can go. (acoustic guitar intro to "Hurt" begins) # I hurt myself today # To see if I still feel # I focus on the pain # The only thing that's real # The needle tears a hole # The old familiar sting # Try to kill it all away # But I remember everything # What have I become # My sweetest friend # Everyone I know # goes away # In the end # And you could have it all # My empire of dirt # I will let you down # I will make you hurt # www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015