1 IMS Subtitles. Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2005. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (THUNDER CRASHES) (THUDDING) (TRAIN SCREECHES) No! (HORN BLASTS) No! (HORN BLASTS) (HORN BLASTS) Argh! (ALARM CLOCK RINGS) Oh damn. (RINGING CONTINUES) Argh! Thanks for the present, Benny. (CAT MEOWS) (PHONE RINGS) I guess we're in the same business. OK, OK, I'm on my way. Don't wanna keep the roaches waiting. (CAT MEOWS) (HORN BLASTS) Hey, Mike, watch your step! Yeah. These tracks are still live, I take it? Over here. Jesus Christ! What happened to him? I don't think he got electrocuted. What the fuck is going on with his eyes? I don't know yet. We'll have to wait for the autopsy. What did this guy see? Any witnesses? Not to the accident. A guy went to grab a paper, he came back and the victim was like this. That's it? His eyes were bleeding prior to the swan dive. Must've been into computers, huh? His name's Polidori, he and this other guy wrote the book. We had to pry it out of his fingers. (COMPUTER BEEPS) (COMPUTER PLAYS MUSIC) Now all we need is the leading lady. (PHONE RINGS) You want one? Nah, thanks. Give it up, Mike. The feds are covering that now, it's over. Just cos we haven't heard from him doesn't mean he's stopped. I think you're pissed off cos this doctor guy keeps sending you love letters. Everybody has one they can't crack, don't let it fuck with your head. (SHOUTING) What now? (SHOUTING CONTINUES) Get him outta here. Put him in a holding pen, an empty one. (SHOUTS) Get someone to translate whatever language he's speaking. (SHOUTS IN GERMAN) Jesus Christ! Check him for a passport, an ID, something in fuckin' English. (SHOUTS) An exchange student, Dieter Schrader. Here's the address. Do me a favour? Yeah. Call the DOH. Find out if there's some sort of bug, something with bloody eyes. OK. Maybe they can send someone to meet me at Sid Vicious' apartment. Sykes, leave the doughnut shop here. Let's go! Come on! Shelley! (SIREN WAILS) (BRAKES SCREECH) You know any German? I can sing "She Loves You" in German. Great, that'll help. Police! Anyone here? (SNIFFS) Artists. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (RUNNING WATER) I wouldn't touch her just yet. Jesus! Actually Terry Huston, Department of Health. Detective Reilly. You got here fast? Yeah. (STRUGGLING) God! (WHISTLES) What do you make of this? This is really fascinating. She's displaying possible signs of a haemorrhagic virus, like Ebola. (CELLPHONE RINGS) Excuse me. Reilly. Reilly, we got a problem. Sykes? Hello? What are you doing? Call the coroner. Yeah, right. (Jesus.) What is it? I think you'd better get back to the station. I've got a dead girl in the bathtub. A woman from the DOH is saying we have a serious problem. Like I said, Reilly, I think you better get back here and bring the DOH. Do you have a plastic bag? That's evidence. Yeah. Excuse me. Excuse me. That's German, it means murderer. I got that. What's with the 48? I don't know. What happened here? Some of the guys said he was talking to himself. That's it? That's it. We'll learn more at the morgue. (LOUD VOICES) Oh, great. Shouldn't we be in one of those suits they're wearing? We're probably already infected. Oh, great, great. So, we could all just be dying here, huh? What is it with you people? You just let this shit run wild? Thanks. Serum panels all clear. It's not a virus. So we're back at square one. We've got the camcorder. Sorry about the space patrol back there, but you have to be sure. No problem. I love needles stuck in me, it's a hobby of mine. So you like working with bugs and viruses? Someone's gotta do it or disease just spreads out of control. You do the same thing. At least I can see what I'm dealing with. This other shit creeps me out. I hate germs and diseases. What about bugs? I pretty much hate them too. You know, you sleep with bugs. What? You sleep with bugs. No, I-I don't actually. Yeah, you do. Everyone does. Dust mites. They're in your carpets, in your bed. They look like little lobsters. In fact they're distant relatives. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I just don't get out much. I can see that. I'm sorry. I'm being inconsiderate, making you uncomfortable. I'm used to seeing the world through a lens, I forget how intimidating a camera can be. Mmm. I'm doing a little film at the Wilton Theatre and,... ..you know, I can't say this without it sounding like a line but... I was filming you because you happen to be the perfect leading lady. Do you mean that? I can't promise anything but... Why don't you come by the theatre tonight? I'll put you in front of the camera, see what happens. "(SPEAKS GERMAN)" "You punch this button, then you can record us." Hard to believe that's the same guy. "Hey! Hey!" "Wait!" "(STATIC)" I can just watch this later. Wait a second. "(SPEAKS GERMAN)" "(RESPONDS IN GERMAN)" "(SCREAMING)" "(SPEAKS GERMAN)" The guy's losing it. "(SPEAKS GERMAN)" "(SPEAKS GERMAN)" Oh my God. Jesus! Domino's is now extra great value, because now you can upgrade to an extra large and get 50% more pizza for just $3 more! Try it on our Cheaper Everyday $5 Value Range and make your money go further at Domino's. * (DOOR CREAKS) Hello. (DOOR SLAMS) (ORGAN MUSIC) Hello? Hello? # "Sonne" - Rammstein (SCREAMS / SHOUTS) (STRUGGLING) (SCREAMS) No! Help! (SCREAMS) The sun's out. Another storm coming. Oh, shit! I got a ticket. I think I can take care of this for you. Really? So, I'll see you later? Thanks. Terry, come in here? Mr Turnbull? (PHONE RINGS) Did you want something? No. Yeah. What happened with the German kids? Is it Ebola? No. I don't even think it's a virus. What then? I don't know. Are you OK? (SNIFFS) Yeah. Just tired. Let me know if you hear anything, OK? Sure. Where'd your computer go? Broke. I sent it in for a repair. Playing on the internet too much, right? Yeah. (PHONE RINGS) I'm gonna go finish my report. (TYRES SCREECH) Cause of death appears to be a stroke brought on by a surge of adrenaline. No signs of physical violence except for the bleeding. Terry Huston? Yeah. I'm Thana Brinkman. Hey. One moment. Severe rupturing to the ocular blood vessels. Something I can't account for. Heart is completely engorged and there is a massive haemorrhage to the cerebral cortex. Death appears to instantaneous. End report. So, it was a stroke? Unless your lab tests come up with something else. There's no virus. (CELLPHONE RINGS) Oh, excuse me. Brinkman. We have another one. Oh, my god. It's Eddie Turnbull. Did your husband have any medical problems? Any condition that would have contributed to his sudden death? Other than chain smoking and chronic stress. I tried to warn him. It never bothered him until these last couple of days. He got sick. Started seeing things. What kind of things? Crazy things. Said someone was watching him. Kept talking about a little girl. There was no little girl. I think he worked himself to death. Always working. Always on his computer. You know what's odd though? It was like he was afraid of it. Mrs Turnbull, you mind if we take this with us? (BREATHES HEAVILY) Ssssh! (GASPS) Now, you and I share a great responsibility... ..to them. They've come to watch but also to learn. We will provide a lesson that reducing relationships to anonymous electronic impulses... is a perversion. (WHIMPERS) But here... we offer intimacy. So,... tell us about yourself. Who you are? Where you're from? Brothers and sisters? Parents? Did you dream of being a ballerina when you grew up? (WHIMPERS) You're gonna kill me, aren't you? (CRIES) Of course I'm gonna kill you. The internet offers birth, sex, commerce, seduction, proselytising, politics, posturing. Death... (GASPS) ..is a logical component. An intimate experience, made more so by knowing the victim. So, Karen,... ..tell us your hopes and dreams. (SCREAMS) Nothing. Nothing in common. Polidori had a bad childhood. Some juvenile stuff, cleaned up at tech school. German kid seemed clean. One was arrested for weed. Big surprise. And Turnbull, he didn't even have a traffic ticket. I dunno. OK. Let's start over. We gotta be missing something. They all had the same pattern of bleeding, right? They all had burnt computers. Maybe this guy was trying to tell us something. We gotta get these computers checked. I know a forensic programmer, Denise Stone. She's worked with me a few times. She might be able to make sense of this. (OPERA MUSIC PLAYS TINNILY) I want the blue one! I want the blue one. So looking for a car? Who for? For me. My daughter. Lovely colour, isn't it? Give ya a bit of a rundown on this car. Is it your first car? You're the boss? Or is Dad the boss? Me. This car, as you can see, you got the airbag at the front. Yup. But this car doesn't have airbags on the side, um, of the... It's got a 1-star safety rating. Very low protection in a head-on crash, so this engine's gonna come all the way up to meet you. Bang! Snap the neck like that. (WHIMPERS SOFTLY) And then you'll be` stop talking ` really quiet, and then no more chatterbox, like you were before. You'll be turned inside-out, basically, if you get hit in the side ` unrecognisable. And your daughter will be the same. WOMAN: Think we need to keep looking. (OPERA MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING TINNILY) VOICEOVER: Domino's is the official pizza of summer, and now with our new Garlic Bread Crust, it's even tastier. Oozing with garlic and herb butter, it's delicious to the last bite. Add it for just $3.99 extra at Domino's. We need to find a common link on these computers. They look pretty fried. And, er, this one! You think you can do it? The data should still be retrievable unless the files have been corrupted. I'll see what I can do. You're the best. I know. (TELEVISION) "Ow!" "(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)" "(LAUGHS)" "(STATIC)" Turn around, Benny. I don't want you watching this. "(SCREAMING)" "(SCREAMING)" "(BANGING)" 48 hours. 48. (THUNDER RUMBLES) "Do you like to watch?" "(SCREAMING)" OK, I think we get the idea. (COMPUTER BEEPS) "I am waiting for you, Denise." "Come and find out." "Don't you want to play with me?" "Do you want to hurt me?" "You're lying." "(SCREAMING)" (WHIMPERS / CRIES) How enticing the smell of cheap perfume can be. Or is that fear? (CRIES) I'd like to say I can feel your pain... But I can't. I can't feel anything. I've been deprived of that somehow. I know what I should feel. (MUFFLED) No! I just can't feel it. You can end this lesson whenever you wish. Simply ask me to kill you. (GASPS) She wants to live. Very well. Let... the lesson... commence. (MUFFLED PROTESTS) (SCREAMS) Oh! Denise? Steve, hi. What's wrong? I'm fine. I-I just came to give you this. (BREATHES QUICKLY) Where'd you get this? I was there. What d'you mean? Denise, tell me! The thing that all of the victims have in common is the fear site. That doesn't make any sense. He wouldn't use the same site twice. Who? 'The Doctor'. Who's 'The Doctor'? A skeleton in my closet. It's a live-cam death site. That doesn't sound like Turnbull. Why would he watch that? People love to see death. Why do you think the ratings are so high on those reality disaster shows? Maybe it's a way to find out about death before it's your turn? I-I-I got to go. Wait, Denise. You think you can trace who's running the site? Sure. Are you sure you're OK? Yeah, I'm fine. Fine. Denise, be careful. We'll see you soon. Hey, come on. Where are we going? I did some reading last night. (IRISH MUSIC) We're looking for Frank Bryant? Over there, hon. Last table. OK, thanks. Frank Bryant? Mm-hmm? Are you Mr Frank... ..Bryant? How can I help you 'profficers'? How do you know we were cops? Nobody ever says my name that way except cops. We're not here to cause you any trouble. We read parts of your book, the parts we could understand at least. Really? I didn't realise my book was still being sold. We found it on a dead man. A guy named Polidori. Polidori? Polidori's dead? What can you tell us about him? Good guy. Decent friend. Why would he be clutching your book as if it were the Holy Grail? I couldn't make much sense of it myself. (LAUGHS) That's because it was a load of shit. I needed a new car so I had to write the book. I was driving along, looking at all the telephone poles and the wires and I came up with this idea. What would happen if you connected a whole bunch of computers together? You'd get one big computer, like a supercomputer. A neuro-net. Anyway, Polidori and I used to spend long nights talking about it. He came to believe that the web could receive energy, store it and send it out. Energy? What kind? There you go. Thanks, doll. Oh, fuck if I know. Negative energy, magnetic fields, psychic energy. Stealing your soul, you know. Ooo-ooo! Uh-uh! And? Polidori came to believe he knew where that site existed. But then again, Polidori was fucked up. And now... ..he's dead. You remember the name of the site? Ahh. I have no idea. Do you think he was right? I never believed a word of it. But then I'm drunk by 8pm. It's noon. Hey, I'm ahead of the game. Thank you so much for your time, Mr Bryant. If we need to reach you... I'll be here. I have no reason to leave. OK. (SIGHS) * Oh my God. She was first, Jeannie Richardson. He killed her on the fear site. He tortures his victims till they beg to die. This is 'The Doctor', right? Yeah. His name's Alistair Pratt. He was thrown out of medical school. Nine months he fucked with me. I never even got close. How come? After every killing, he'd change the site. What time did Polidori die? 3am. And Turnbull was later that evening at about 6, right? 6:15. Everyone died two days to the minute after they logged on to the site. That's what the German kid was trying to tell us. Shit, Denise. (PHONE RINGS) (MUMBLES) Come on, Denise. Hey, you trying to get hold of Denise? Yeah, why? She was supposed to drop something off, she didn't show. Get units over there now! What the fuck you talkin' about? Get units over there now! (WHIMPERS) (BREATHES RAPIDLY) (SCREAMS) (SIREN WAILS) She's not there. She's not answering. Keep trying. (PHONE RINGS) Just dial it again. I am. I just tried, OK? She's not there. (PHONE RINGS) (SIRENS WAIL) (THUNDER CRASHES) I should never have gotten her involved in this case. I should've fucking warned her. It's not your fault. I still don't get one thing. Everybody died 48 hours after they went on that site, right? Everybody. Denise doesn't fit the pattern. Maybe it was easier to die than face whatever was on the website? What d'you mean? Eddie Turnbull was terrified of car crashes. It was a childhood thing, he was manic about it. I did some research. Did you know the German girl was terrified of drowning? But she didn't drown. She died in water. Maybe she died of her greatest fear? Mmm. I dunno, Terry, I think - I think you're reaching. Maybe. Denise got too close. Someone killed her. It's as simple as that. Can you promise me one thing? That you won't visit that site. (THUNDER CRASHES) Oh, god. Denise. "Do you like to watch?" "(SCREAMING)" "Do you want to see more?" "Do you want to hurt me, Mike?" Jeannie. "I know who you are and I know what you really want." "Time to play. Time for us to become one." How do I play? "Find me." "You have 48 hours." "Me." What happens if I lose? "You die." "Do you want to play? What are you afraid of?" Argh! (SCREAMING) (LIFT BELL PINGS) (LIFT BELL PINGS) (THUNDER CRASHES) (LIFT BUTTON PINGS) (CLICK) Uh? Sorry, did I scare you? (LIFT BELL PINGS) Miss, your glove. Urrgh! (SCREAMS) Argh! (THUNDER RUMBLES) Mike? Mike? We used to watch TV like this, but now we watch it like this, this and this. But when it comes to our favourite stuff, like sports, nothing beats going big like this. Yup, this year even more of your favourite sports are going online. But if you're not ready, you might be watching it... like this. So go to... and see if you can connect your TV to fibre. Then you'll be enjoying every game in HD goodness, like this. * (SIREN WAILS / POLICE RADIOS CHATTER) I'm sorry, Terry. What'd you see? The dead girl. What dead girl? Jeannie Richardson. I saw her. What? Bryant was only half right. What do you mean? It's not just energy... I don't understand. She's out there, alive in the wires. If the will is strong enough it can live in the objects around it. You don't go there, alright? Promise me! Tell me you won't go there! Don't go there! Promise me you won't go there! 48 hours. "Hello, Terry, are you ready to play?" Why... are... you... killing... Mike? "Guilty." Guilty... of... what? "Watching. Are you ready to play?" Yes. "(SCREAMING)" (MUFFLED SCREAMING) Shit. Hey, Sykes. Hey. I need to take a look at 'The Doctor' files. Er, look, let's go in here. In here. Hey, look. The feds are covering this now. I suppose you think you can do better, huh? Hey! Hey! Hey, Mike-Mike doesn't like people fucking with his - Hey! Stop! Alright! Jesus... fucking... Christ! Knock yourself out. Jeannie Richardson. Yeah, she was beautiful. Yeah, Jeannie. I checked out all her addresses - shit holes. Artist's model, my ass. You, though,... you're a different story. Will you shut the fuck up? Oh, my god! Joseph Stalin said that the death of one person is a tragedy, the death of a million, a statistic. Your death will give meaning to all us sad little lives out there. See? The audience is never wrong. They smell death. Mrs Richardson? Do you have a moment to talk about your daughter? This is my Jeannie Marie on the day of her first communion. This is the Jeannie I know. Not what they said, they didn't know her. So beautiful. She was a happy child, despite her condition. Are you OK? Yes, I'm fine. Condition? Did you say condition? Jeannie Marie was a haemophiliac. Without her medication she could bleed to death from just a scratch. Left her scared to death of anything sharp, scissors or knives. Yes. That ball. She always had that thing with her. Wilful child, just wouldn't give it up. It wasn't until she discovered boys that she... finally left it behind. Could you take a look at these pictures for me and tell me if there's any places that you recognise in them? It's the old Pultzig steel mill, about two miles down the road. Jeannie used to play there as a child. (BIRD SCREECHES) What are you watching? You seem like you're expecting me? Where is she? No. (SPLASHING) (COUGHS) (GASPS) * (TANNOY) "Doctor to ward three, please." Mike Reilly, where is he? Excuse me, can I help you? Just tell me where he is? Please, calm down or I'll have to ask you to leave. OK, OK, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I just really need to see him. Right now. OK, first door on your left. (GRUNTS) (CELLPHONE RINGS) Hello? "Hello, Terry. Are you ready to play?" Goddamn you, what do you want? "Play the game. Find me." Where are you? "Time is running out." Leave me alone. Where are you? Oh my God. (HEART MONITOR BEEPS) 'Do you like to watch? 'I'm waiting for you.' Jeannie? 'Come and find out. 'Don't you want to play? 'Do you want to hurt me? 'You're lying.' (MUFFLED SCREAMS) I found you. I found your body. I did what you wanted. 'I know who you are. 'And I know what you really want. 'Time to play. 'Time for us to become one. 'Find me.' Oh my God. What time is it? * Shouldn't leave your front door open. Oh my God. It invites illegal entry. Mike. Terry, what did you do? Why? You just ran out, didn't you? More like a slow trot. You gotta go back. Ah, no, they can't help me now. I'm drifting in and out more and more. OK. I'm running out of time. We gotta go. Where we going? To the morgue. Are you two OK? You don't look good. You should see it from our side. I just thought that once we found the body that would be an end to it. Ah, there's gotta be more to this. She had a reason. Someone performed an autopsy a long time ago. Look at the incisions. It's Alistair. He cut her open while she was still alive. Urgh! Textbook procedure. He cut out the viscera and when he was finished he bagged them and sewed her up. What's that? She must've swallowed it before he killed her. (SNIFFS) "The guilty must be punished." So, she didn't want a burial, she wants revenge. Bingo! (EXHALES) Two days. That's how long Alistair must've tortured Jeannie before she died. Knives, Mike. She died her worst nightmare. (GROANS) Oh, shit, Terry, I'm losing it. I'm having trouble staying here. Mike, just hold on. OK? Urgh! (DOG BARKS) (In here.) (TV) "..produced when they are docile therefore helping the patient. "Electroshock..." (SCREAMS) Oh my God. Mike. I've found him. * Are you in or what? Two. One. (CELL PHONE RINGS) Better be important. "Sykes, I need your help." What? I'm winning here. "I've found the doctor." So? Call the feds. "There's no time for that. I need back up." All right. Where is it? "It's the cooling tower, Pultzig steel mill." I love watching these old tapes. Ah, Jeannie Richardson. She was my favourite. You see, I believe death should be repulsive,... ..so we don't grow too fond of it. But all this could be avoided, if you're ready? (CRIES) No tears. Take joy in the fact that you've done great good here. You asked for death, so I am no longer your murderer. (WHIMPERS) (METAL CLANKS) Mmm. The time has come, Karen. Mmmm. Drop it, now! Drop the fuckin' knife! Detective Reilly, so glad you could finally make it to the party. And you brought a date. I'm not gonna fire a fuckin' warning shot! Urrgh! Guns are so impersonal and artless. If you want to hurt someone intimately you have to get up close and personal. You already tortured her, shooting her would be doing her a favour. You won't shoot her. You suffer from the heroes' curse of hope. I hope my first shot blows your fucking head off! If you kill her you'll have no-one to hide behind. I don't want to spoil things for you but if you're expecting the cavalry to show up, you'll be disappointed. The cavalry's right there. Oh, my god! No. Not a very nice person, Mr Sykes. Appalling eating habits. Too bad this show always has the same ending. No, not this time. Someone wants revenge. Arrrgh! Urrgh! Arrgh! Uurrgh! Noooooo! Yes, the fans love a comeback. Aaaaaarrrgh! (COUGHS) Mike? Mike, look at me. Stay with me. Hold on. Hold on. Stay with me. Mike. Mike, look at me. Hold on! Hold on! Look at me. No - Aaaargh! Uh! Uh! Aargh! Argh! Aargh! Attractive women like you sell through the roof. Just like Jeannie. Urgh! Aargh! Alistair! Alistair! (SCREAMING) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Alistair! You're dead! I killed you! 'Alistair.' 'Alistair.' Alistair,... time to feel. 'Guilty.' 'Guilty.' Time to die. Aaaagh! Aaaaaaaaarrgh! Urgh! (GROANS) Arrh! (COUGHS) Mike? Mike? Oh my God. No. Mike. (CRIES) (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? (CAT MEOWS) IMS Subtitles. Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2005.