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An intimate experience

made more so...

...by knowing the victim.

So, Karen...

...tell us your hopes and dreams.

Nothing. Nothing in common.

Polidori had a bad childhood,

some juvenile stuff.

Cleaned up at tech schooI.

German kids seem clean. One was

arrested for weed, big surprise.

Turnbull didn't even have

a traffic ticket. I don't know.

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 out.

I know a forensic programmer, Denise

Stone. She's worked with me before.

She might be able to help.

We need to find a common link

on these computers.

- They look pretty fried, and 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.

Turn around, Bennie.

I don't want you watching this.

Forty-eight hours. 48.

Do you like to watch?

Okay, I think we get the idea.

I'm 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.

How enticing the smell

of cheap perfume can be.

Or is that fear?

I'd like to say I can feeI your pain...

...but I can't.

I can't feeI anything.

I've been deprived of that somehow.

I know what I should feeI.

I just can't feeI it.

You can end this lesson whenever

you wish. Simply ask me to kill you.

She wants to live.

Very well.

Let the lesson commence.

- Denise!

- It's you.

- Hi.

- What's wrong?

I'm fine. I just came to give you this.

- Where did you get this?

- I was there.

What do you mean?

Denise, tell me.

The one thing all 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's not like Turnbull.

Why would he watch that?

People love to see death.

Why do you think the ratings are

so high on reality disaster shows?

Maybe it's a way to find out about

death before it's your turn.

I gotta go.

Wait. Do you think you can trace

who's running the site?

- Sure.

- Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.

Denise...

Be carefuI. We'll see you soon.

- Hey, come on.

- Where we going?

I did some reading last night.

- We're looking for Frank Bryant.

- Over there in the back, hon.

- Last table.

- Okay, thanks.

Frank Bryant?

Are you Mr. Frank...

...Bryant?

- How can I help you, officers?

- How did 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 your book,

the parts we could understand.

Really? I didn't realize

my book was still being sold.

- We found it on a dead man.

- A guy named Polidori.

Polidori?

Polidori is dead?

What can you tell us about him?

A good guy.

A decent friend.

Why would he be clutching your book

as if it were the Holy GraiI?

I couldn't make much

sense of it myself.

That's because it was a load of sh*t.

I needed a new car,

so I wrote the book.

I was driving along one day, looking

at 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 neuronet.

Polidori and I used to spend

long nights talking about it.

He came to believe that the Web

could receive energy...

- ... store it, send it out.

- Energy. What kind?

- Here you go.

- Thanks, doll.

F*** if I know. I mean, you know...

Negative energy, magnetic fields...

...psychic energy stealing

your souI. You know?

- And?

- Polidori believed he knew...

...where that site existed.

But then again,

Polidori was f***ed up.

And now...

...he's dead.

Do you remember the name of the site?

- No idea.

- Do you think he was right?

I never believed a word of it.

But then, I'm drunk by 8 p. m.

It's noon.

Hey, I'm ahead of the game.

Thank you for your time,

Mr. Bryant.

- If we need to reach you...

- I'll be here.

- I have no reason to leave.

- Okay.

Oh, my God.

She was the 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 medicaI schooI.

Nine months, he f***ed with me.

I never even got close.

How come?

After every killing, he'd change

the site. We couldn't trace it.

What time did Polidori die?

- Three a. m.

- Turnbull was later, about 6, right?

6:
15.

Based on that, these victims

died two days to the minute...

...after they logged on to the site.

The German kid was trying to tell us.

Sh*t. Denise.

Come on, Denise.

- You trying to get ahold of Denise?

- Why?

She was supposed to drop something off.

She didn't show...

Get units over there now!

- What you talking about?

- I said get units over there now!

- She's not there. She's not answering.

- Keep trying.

- Just diaI it again.

- I am. I just tried. She's not there.

I should never have

gotten her involved.

I should have f***ing warned her.

- It's not your fault.

- I still don't get one thing.

I should have f***ing warned her.

- It's not your fault.

- I still don't get one thing.

Everybody died 48 hours after they went

on to that site, right? Everybody.

Denise doesn't fit the pattern.

Maybe it was easier to die

than face whatever is on the website.

What do 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 girI was terrified of drowning?

- But she didn't drown.

- She died in water.

Maybe she died of her greatest fear.

I don't know, Terry.

I don't know, 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?

God, Denise.

Do you like to watch?

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?

God!

Jesus.

Sorry, did I scare you?

Miss, your glove.

Mike?

The website. I saw her.

- Who did you see?

- The dead girI.

- What dead girI?

- Jeannie Richardson.

I saw her.

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, it can live

in the objects around it.

You don't go there, all right?

Promise me.

Tell me you won't go there!

Don't go there!

Promise me you won't go there!

Forty-eight hours.

Hello, Terry. Are you ready to play?

Why are you killing Mike?

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