Cyberstalker Page #4

(phone ringing)

Yes?

SUPERINTENDENT:

Ms. Cornelis?

It's the superintendent here.

What is it?

Well we've been having some power

surges in the building here,

but it's being worked on. Just so you

know.

Okay, thank you.

Bye.

(knocking)

I'm Detective Bonham, I've been working

with Detective Page.

Just thought I would stop and introduce

myself.

I'll be out in front if you need me.

(typing)

Hmm...

Goodnight Aiden.

PAUL:
Aiden, any recent fiancs,

significant others, life partners,

stalker ex-boyfriends?

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Aiden, Paul's the one.

(dialing)

Who are you talking to?

(phone ringing)

So, how was it?

Jill, it was him.

It was Paul who killed my parents.

What?

Are you OK?

(laughs)

I wouldn't go that far.

Did he hurt you?

No.

JILL:

But they caught him?

No.

STALKER:

Hmm...

JILL:

Are the police at least there?

Constantly.

All I can say is, channel it into your art

and let the police do their job.

STALKER:

(chuckles)

(typing)

Yeah, I'm just in this constant state

of paranoia.

Paranoia is just nature's survival instinct.

Everyone needs and uses it

to a certain extent.

In your case, it's the most normal thing

about your life.

STALKER:

Hmm...

JILL:
(sighs) Addy, listen,

I'm here for you. Okay?

(sighs)

STALKER:

Jill Gachet, who are you?

(chuckles)

(typing)

STALKER:

(laughs)

(grunts)

Hey, what the...

(grunts)

Detective James Page, but you already

know that don't you?

What's this all a...

(grunts)

September 3rd, 1999.

Where were you?

What are you trying to...

You were living there the night

that Shamus...

...and Michelle Ashley were murdered,

huh?

Would you just ease up a sec?

Huh, where were you?

I... that was uh...

almost 15 years ago.

Do you remember where you were?

Yeah.

I was putting two innocent people in

body bags and guess who they were?

Am I being charged with something here?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Where were you?

I grew up in Walnut Grove, all right?

But in 1999 I...

I...

I was backpacking

in Europe that summer.

(sign)

I don't...

I don't understand what any of this has

to do with Aiden...

Ashley?

-Yeah.

-Shamus...

-Yeah.

Michelle... Aiden Ashley?

She was...

she was that girl?

Yeah, she was that girl.

April 4th, 2001.

Remember your assault charge?

I, um...

I was walking home, like I did any other

day, and I see this guy,

this big guy with his girlfriend.

And they're fighting, both in each other's

face.

So I... I... I...

I tried to stop him.

So when the police came, she pressed

charges against me

because she was scared of her boyfriend.

-Uh-huh.

-She dropped them a couple of days later.

It's all on file.

(phone dialing, phone rings)

Dayton.

Dayton, get me the passport file

on Paul Rogers, and the paperwork

on the assault charges.

He's not our guy.

You're positive?

Completely.

Sorry.

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Okay.

JACK:

Okay.

Checked out right?

You're free to go.

- Is she gonna be all right?

- I don't know.

-Look, if there's anything I can do I...

-I said you're free to go.

Get out of here.

It's not him, is it?

I'm sorry.

STALKER:

Welcome home, Aiden.

AIDEN:

So now what?

I'll let you know.

Everyone else checked out?

What do you mean?

Well Winton checked out?

Yeah, why?

It's just me being me.

Did he say something?

No.

Did he do something?

No.

I just need sleep.

Try to get some rest.

Okay?

STALKER:

Winton Cornelis.

I'll check into Cornelis for you.

I'll see you in the morning.

PAUL:

Hey you've reached Paul Rogers.

I'm not here right now.

Please leave a message.

Hey Paul, it's me Addy...

Aiden.

The unstable girl from last night.

I just want to say, sorry.

STALKER:

What!

I mean, I didn't even get to try the coffee.

So, if you want to take a break from the

mole people and get out

of your underground office for round two

in the life and times of me, then...

STALKER:

Aiden!

OK.

I'm rambling.

STALKER:

No, No!

I can tell my police escort

to ease up a bit.

You will not be with any other man!

(grunting)

- What I?

- What the hell is going on in here?

(grunts)

STALKER:

Idiot!

the nature of your emergency?

Hello?

I can hear some commotion there,

are you OK?

I'll be dispatching both medical

and police to your location.

Yeah, it's good to see you again.

Gas included, one parking space like

the sign says, move in today.

Okay.

I'll take it

-What do you mean?

-Well...

Hey, you need a night watchman tonight?

If you could I'd appreciate it.

Yeah, see you there.

Thanks.

Who's he?

Oh I'm sorry.

I should have introduced you.

That's my partner, Detective Bonham.

You have someone helping you watch her

that I don't know about?

(sighs)

Bonham can be trusted.

According to files, Bonham started

working at the same precinct

not long after the murders.

Would have given him enough time to

apply and graduate the academy.

He's a standup guy.

I can vouch for him.

Not the point.

You got to keep me on top of these

things.

My apologies.

So, getting back to this, what are you

saying?

The IP address led us to a residence that

was abandoned and vandalized.

Whoever trashed the basement suite and

left in a hurry

had some time and used

the Gutman method.

A series of algorithms used to securely

erase hard drives,

running 35 patterns over the region

to be deleted.

Again, but in English.

What I mean is, he took that much care to

make sure that no one saw

what was on those few remaining

hard drives,

but was so careless about one thing.

What's that?

A post-it note that must have

slid under the desk.

And on that post it note?

A code.

To what?

A bank account.

Whose?

STALKER:

Winton Cornelis.

BANK TELLER:

Your account number please?

Yes, account number 8166324.

BANK TELLER:

How can I help you today?

I'd like to check a balance.

BANK TELLER:

Savings or Checking?

Checking.

BANK TELLER:

Last name?

Cornelis.

BANK TELLER:

Your account is actually overdrawn.

-(buzzing)

-What?

Overdrawn?

Doesn't even make any sense.

BANK TELLER:

Let me bring up your file.

PAUL:

Hey, it's Paul.

BANK TELLER:

Hmm...

would you be able to come in and see us

about the matter?

Yes, I'll come in.

BANK TELLER:

See you soon Ms. Cornelis.

(knocking)

-Hey.

-Hey.

(sighs)

I uh...

I hope I'm not the cause of that annoyed

look on your face.

(laughs)

No, some bills overdrew my account.

I have to go to the bank.

(phone ringing)

My Wall Space, how may I help you?

Hey, the account set up in your name,

it's been overdraft for some reason.

Thoughts?

What?

No.

No idea.

Well, since I'm technically

not on the account,

can you go down and check it out?

Definitely.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Detective James Page, Philadelphia PD.

Got a minute?

So, what do you feel like eating?

(sighs)

Honestly, can we order in?

Yeah, sure.

It's my favorite type of food.

Chinese?

(giggles)

Let's do Thai.

All right.

DETECTIVE PAGE:

She's wonderful, isn't she?

Amazing.

She's certainly had a rough go.

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