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Guilty.

Guilty of what?

Watching.

Are you ready to play?

Yes.

Sh*t!

- Hey, Sykes.

- Hey.

I need to take a look

at the Doctor files.

Let's go in here.

Look.

The Feds are covering this now.

I suppose you think

you can do better?

Mike doesn't like people f***ing

with his... Stop! All right!

Jesus-f***ing-Christ.

Knock yourself out.

Jeannie Richardson.

Yeah, she was beautifuI.

Yeah, Jeannie. I checked out

her addresses. Sh*t holes.

Artist/modeI, my ass.

You, though...

...you're a different story.

Will you shut the f*** 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.

Mrs. Richardson?

Do you have a moment

to talk about your daughter?

This is Jean Marie on the day

of her First Communion.

This is the Jeannie I know, not what

they said. They didn't know her.

So beautifuI.

She was a happy child

despite her condition.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

Condition? Did you say, condition?

Jean Marie was a hemophiliac.

Without 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.

WillfuI child, wouldn't give it up.

It wasn't untiI 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 recognize in them?

It's the old Poelzig steeI mill

two miles down the road.

Jeannie used to play there as a child.

What are you watching?

You seem like you were expecting me.

Where is she?

No.

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.

Yeah, okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I just...

I really need to see him right now.

Okay. First door on your left.

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.

Do you like to watch?

I am waiting for you.

Jeannie?

Come and find out.

Don't you want to play?

Do you want to hurt me?

You're lying.

Oh, my God.

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?

You shouldn't leave

your front door open.

- Oh, my God.

- It invites illegaI entry.

Mike.

Terry.

What did you do?

Why?

- You just ran out, didn't you?

- More like a slow trot.

You gotta go back.

No, they can't help me now.

- I'm drifting in and out more and more.

- Okay.

- I'm running out of time.

- We gotta go.

- Where are we going?

- The morgue.

Are you two okay?

You don't look good.

You should see it from our side.

I just thought once we found the body,

that would be an end to it.

No, there's got to be more to this.

She had a reason.

Someone performed an autopsy

on this body a long time ago.

- Look at the incisions.

- It's Alistair.

He cut her open while

she was still alive.

Textbook procedure.

He cut out her viscera.

Then he bagged them and sewed her up.

What's that?

She must have swallowed it

before he killed her.

"The guilty must be punished. "

So she didn't want a buriaI.

She wants revenge.

Bingo.

Two days.

Two days is how long Alistair

tortured Jeannie before she died.

Knives, Mike.

She died her worst nightmare.

Sh*t, Terry, I'm losing it.

- I'm having trouble staying here.

- Hold on, okay?

Wait here.

Come on.

Electroshock,

as it is sometimes called...

Electrodes are attached

to the patient's head...

Oh, my God!

Mike.

I found him.

Are you in, or what?

- Two.

- One.

- It better be important.

- "Sykes, I need your help. "

What? I'm winning here.

- "Look, I found the Doctor. "

- So? Call the Feds.

There's no time for that.

I need backup.

All right.

- Where is it?

- "A cooling tower. Poelzig steel mill. "

I love watching these old tapes.

Jeannie Richardson.

She was my favorite.

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.

No tears. Take joy in the fact

that you've done great good here.

You asked for death...

...so I'm no longer your murderer.

The time has come, Karen.

Drop it now!

- Drop the f***ing knife now!

- Bless my souI.

Reilly, so glad you could

make it to the party.

- You brought a date.

- Get away from her.

I'm not gonna fire

a warning shot!

Guns are so impersonaI and artless.

If you want to hurt someone intimately,

you have to get up-close and personaI.

You already tortured her. Shooting her

would be doing her a favor.

You won't shoot.

You suffer from the curse of hope.

Yeah, I got hope. I hope my first shot

blows your f***ing head off!

If you kill her, you'll have

no one to hide behind.

I don't want to spoiI things,

but if you're...

...expecting the cavalry to save

the day, you're gonna be disappointed.

The cavalry's right there.

Oh, my God!

F***!

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.

No!

I guess the fans love a comeback.

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!

Attractive women like you

sell through the roof.

Just like Jeannie.

Alistair.

Alistair!

You're dead! I killed you!

Alistair.

Alistair...

...time to feeI.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Time to die.

Oh, my God.

No, Mike.

Hello?

Hello?

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