Chain Letter Page #4

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and I'm too scared to go alone.

So just meet me there, okay?

Please?

Okay, I'll-- I'll, uh--

Yeah, I'll be--

I'll be right there.

Neil?

No!

No! No!

You got it.

Listen, l--

I really don't think

we need a profiler

on this case right now.

Yes, I am--

What's his name?

Wiggins? Fine. Fine.

Jessie, listen,

I'm really sorry

about your friend.

I, uh-- I can't imagine

what you've been going through.

Listen, I just wanna ask you

a few questions

so we can figure out

who's doing this.

- Okay.

- Now,

what made you

rush over here tonight?

We all got these chain letters.

Um...

See?

Who sent this?

Jessie, what's going on?

Rachael's dead.

What? She's dead?

Jessie, can you forward this

chain letter from your phone?

Mm-hmm.

I want you to send it

to this address.

And then send it to me.

- There's my e-mail.

- Are you sure?

- Don't I have to send it to four people?

- No, no.

- Because-- And the thing is--

- Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

Just send it to me.

- Taylor.

- Excuse me.

I want you to call the lab.

Tell them I'm sending a chain

letter over there right now.

See if they can trace it,

or if it matches anything

we already have in the system.

Right.

Can either of you think

of anything else

that I should know about?

Drugs, uh, boyfriends, enemies?

Um,

yeah.

There was a guy she met online.

He was an older guy.

She wasn't freaking out,

but he was sending her some weird stuff.

- He was texting her all the time.

- Okay. Ever meet this guy?

No.

- All right.

- Okay.

Okay, look--

look, that's-- that's enough.

- Oh, man.

- That's enough. Listen, take her inside.

Take her inside.

If you get any more chain letters

or any suspicious texts,

I want you to call me right away.

Send them to me.

This is Stephanie.

She'll take care of you.

- Jessie?

- Yeah.

You okay, son?

No. No, I'm not okay.

It's all right.

It's not-- It's not--

It's not all right.

- It's not all right.

- Let's go, son. Let's go.

I hope you've solved the mystery.

Detective Crenshaw.

I knew it was you because

your name's on the plaques.

I know who you are.

- You do?

- Wiggins. Profiler.

- Frank.

- I heard you transferred over.

How do you like it so far?

Big change from New York, huh?

Yeah, it's-- it's different,

but I'm-- I'm adjusting to it.

I've known about you

for quite a while.

- 1996, I believe it was,

- Mmm.

Was the year that you broke

the Browning Brother cult.

That was pretty impressive.

Can I ask you a question,

Detective?

You can ask.

How'd you do it?

Just instinct.

Instincts. That's good.

So, what do your instincts

tell you about this case?

These chains are key.

Always chains,

always the same kind.

Most of them are in Evidence,

but l-- I held back a few.

Mmm.

Yeah, a little stamp on the side.

That's what you're talking about?

Whatever it is, it's the key

to cracking this case.

I profile people, not metal.

Well, somehow,

it reminds me

of a radical group

a few years back.

Hold on, hold on.

Keep talking.

What was their name?

- Um...

- Something, uh...

It was about technology,

anti-technology--

Antech.

- That's it.

- Yeah.

- Okay. That's it. Antech.

- Yeah.

They were apocalyptic

Luddites, right?

They hated computers,

the Internet...

But that was a group,

and I'm sure

that this is the work

of a single guy.

Do you remember, Detective,

the, uh, Unabomber?

Uh, Ted Kaczynski, right?

Went to Yale,

taught at Berkeley.

He was a smart guy.

He knew technology,

but he hated it.

And if a guy is so anti-tech,

why would he, uh,

send e-mails to people?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me?

Why? Why would someone

embrace something

that they are so opposed to?

Unless it's strategy.

Fight fire with fire.

That doesn't make sense.

That doesn't make any sense to me.

Look, I mean, look at all the good

that technology has done.

Breakthroughs in medicine,

instant communication all over the globe.

- Detective, you don't get it, do you?

- Helps save innocent lives.

They don't like technology.

It doesn't matter about

the result or the application.

They don't like technology.

That's it.

Please, do me a favor.

Allow me to take these photos

for a couple of days.

You know, I got one plaque

in my whole life,

and they spelled my name wrong.

Two G's, not one.

Hey, Michael, it's Jess.

I've been doing some research

on the chain letters.

Call me back when you get this.

I'm headed home now.

How can someone do this?

Someone's tracking us.

Huh? Huh?

Hey.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

How do you think I'm doing?

- I miss her, too, Neil.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

So, uh--

You wanna tell me what

this meeting is about, guys?

I mean, you're not gonna stop

any of these killings, Jessie.

You send out five chain letters,

and then five pop up everywhere.

I know. I know.

Just listen to me, okay?

There's a person behind this,

and I think I know what he's doing.

- He's tracking us online.

- Tracking us how?

There's a virus that I found

in my phone and in the e-mail, okay?

The virus is a tracker.

We all have it.

That's how he knows whether

or not we pass it on.

That's f***ing crazy.

How could he know where we live? How?

It's easy, okay? Everything you have

is connected to a bill you pay, right?

And all the companies who bill you

have your addresses.

It's not that hard.

I never even thought about that.

But why us, huh?

Why us out of everybody?

Because he's a f***ing

psychopath, Michael!

Why did Jeffrey Dahmer kill people?

- Why did O.J. slash his wife?

- What are you saying?

- What do you think I'm saying?

- Guys, come on. Stop.

No. This is not

on you guys, all right?

- Who do you think got the first message?

- Who did he send it to then?

Me. He sent me

the message, all right?

I-- He said it was a game.

And I sent it to you guys.

You know how that feels?

You wanna know what that--

F*** it. All right.

- I'll show you what that f***ing feels like.

- What are you doing?

- Neil, what are you doing?

- I'm gonna show you.

I'm gonna f***ing show you what it's like

to be in my f***ing shoes.

What the f*** are you doing?

What are you doing?

Give me your phone.

I sent you the message.

You got it.

All right. It's fine.

You f***ing sh*t.

- Stop!

- Stop!

- You threaten my life?

- This isn't on you!

This is on me, all right?

This is on me!

Everybody's f***ing dead,

and you pull a f***ing gun out on us?

- Oh, f***.

- What?

- He f***ing sent me another chain letter.

- What?

F***ing break the chain,

and you will die, man.

Man, he's watching us.

He is watching us.

F*** you, Neil.

What are you saying? Where is he?

- He's here. He's watching us.

- We gotta do something now.

Okay, so the way this works

is you die if you delete it, right?

The chain letter said

we had 24 hours.

I don't wanna die.

I'm just gonna send the f***ing message

to people that I hate, right?

I mean, if they die,

big f***ing deal.

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