Kiss the Girls Page #4

Please, do not give up hope.

There are other women|where I was held...

and I believe in my heart|that they're still alive.

Second...to the boys who|fished me out of the river...

and saved my life...

and to the nurses|and doctors here...

who are taking|such excellent care of me...

and for the thousands|of letters and prayers...

I've received from|all across America...thank you.

And last...

to the man...

who calls himself Casanova...

the man who took me|from my own home...

and ultimately|tried to kill me...

I broke your rules...just me.

None of the other women helped.

So if you're looking|for someone to blame, blame me.

That's all have|to say right now.

Thank you|for taking my message...

to the families|of the missing...

and I hope it helps|a little bit.

Thank you.

What do you hear? Dogs?

No.

Any kind of animals?|Is it a farm?

I don't know.

- Do you hear the river?|- No.

I hear him...whispering.

What does he say?

I can feel...his mouth|on my ear, his breath.

He tells me that he loves me.

Tell me about his face.

Tell me about his eyes,|his mouth.

He has no face.

A mask.|He always wears a mask.

- What kind of mask?|- I can't...

- What does it look like?|- It changes.

I can't show him|that I hate him.

But you escape.|What do you see when you escape?

I don't know.|I'm just running...

and my legs are heavy|from the drugs.

And then I'm lost.|I'm running through hallways...

and there are all these rooms,|and I don't know where to turn.

- He's behind me.|- He's not behind you, Kate.

You get away.

- How? How do you get out?|- Light.

Light.|The light and the sun.

- Do you see a barn?|- No.

- A house?|- No.

- Cabin?|- No.

There's nothing.|Just the light.

It hurts my eyes. And...

And then the trees...|the trees again.

And the rocks|are digging into my feet.

And I hear him|shouting behind me.

And I try to run faster.

That's all I'm thinking...|just run faster!

l...l left those girls behind.|I wasn't thinking.

I just told myself|to run, to run and run.

It's all right. It's OK.|It's all right.

I left those girls.

It's all right.|It's all behind you.

Are you pretty|familiar with these woods?

Yeah.|I come up here sometimes.

What do you run into up here?

Besides the obvious...|hikers, bikers, campers.

Locals, college kids...|that's about it.

- What about this river?|- It's good for trout fishing.

It's been that way since|the early colonial period.

It's over here.

What? What?

Guess I'll have|to remember that my niece...

wouldn't be fooling around|with some knucklehead.

Right.

Kate. You OK?

I'm fine.

Really, I am. I'm fine.

I'm just sorry|I can't take you to her.

I made an interesting|discovery last night.

About what?

I ran a check on|all the Sistol orders...

over the last five years.

- Guess what?|- What?

A Beverly Hills plastic|surgeon came up on the list.

There's no protocol|for Sistol in plastic surgery.

Bingo.

Two years ago,|this guy ordered enough...

to treat leukemia|in a medium-sized country.

What's his name?

Rudolph. William Rudolph.

Grew up in Durham.

Did his premed work here.

Dr. Cross, is it him?

Is he bicoastal?

Bicoastal.

That's an interesting way|of putting it.

There are a dozen predators|operating in California now.

There's one...male Caucasian...

probably early thirties.

He's known as|the Gentleman Caller.

They've been onto him|for over a year.

And what I realized|last night...

was that his abductions|follow the ones here...

by about 10 days to two weeks.

Matter of fact...

it was exactly 10 days|after Naomi disappeared...

that a pretty black coed|disappeared from UCLA.

So he's doing it there, too.

Compulsively. And if|he follows true to form...

he's due to hit California|pretty quick.

Can the FBl pick him up?

If I give Rudolph to the FBl|and they make one mistake...

what happens to all these girls?

I can't risk Naomi starving|to death in a cell somewhere.

No FBl.

You're going out there|on your own.

I got people.

Take me with you.

I think you're best served|by staying here.

And pretend like|nothing's happened?

No. That's not|what I was going to say.

I just think|you should be trying...

I'm the only person|who's seen this guy.

I know his size, his voice,|I know the way he moves...

I know how you feel, honestly.

Would you please stop|treating me like I'm a victim?

You think I'm some kind|of tourist in all this...

because I wasn't raped?

Every night when I go|to sleep...

I hear those women's voices.

You want to save your niece?|Well, guess what? So do I.

Ought to see my cousin.

Alex!

- There he is.|- Hey, hey.

Kate McTiernan, John Sampson.

DCPD, cousin,|compadre extraordinaire.

- How do you do?|- Hello, Kate.

Meet Henry Castillo, LAPD.

- Nice to meet you.|- Pleasure.

- It is a pleasure.|- Mine, Henry.

Alex, can we huddle?

Excuse me, Kate.

Well, this is a surprise.

Time was surprises|made you giddy, John.

What's the matter?

Look, we're out on a limb here.

I've pulled every string.

I've called in|10 years of favors...

to get those cars and equipment.

This thing has got to go|as smooth as silk...

or we are both f***ed.

Understood.

I got him, 10:
48 a.m,|crossing the north window.

Attention.

Rudolph just walked past|the window.

Thank you for the update.

It's him.

He's on the move.

This does not look|like a 7-Eleven run.

Where does this road go?

Vancouver.

He sounded so sincere.

How's that?

When he told me he loved me.

I expect that's because he does.

Please.

Multiply your anger|by about a hundred, Kate.

That's how much|he thinks he loves you.

OK. Rudolph has landed.

There's a cabin|about a half mile in.

So he hasn't traveled|that far after all.

He's back in the woods.

First time in California?

It's a pretty state, isn't it?

It's unforgettable.

What's wrong? Huh?!

Go ahead! What?!

I can't hear you!

Don't tell me!

No! Shut up!

Because you said!

What the f*** is he doing?

He's in a rage.

He's going f***ing nuts.

He's about to scare the wildlife|out of this forest.

Do you see him?

What?

Piece of...

Tell me...

what did you see back there?

A killer getting organized.

He's not going to abduct|somebody from this place.

This guy's pulled people|out of these joints before.

Not in the triangle.

We'll cover him loose,|see what he's got.

Henry, you stay here.

If it's so crowded,|how come I can't come?

If he even thinks|he sees you, it's over.

What about you?

You stay with Henry.

There he is...

across the bar.

Damn, he's in there.|Just like that.

Mr. Lover Lover.

We ought to nail his ass|right now.

It's never been the same|without Fernando.

I can't believe|those guys let him go.

Unbelievable, man.

He had this knuckle ball.|It was like a floater.

Then bam !|Right off the table.

Couldn't even come near it.|You were kidding yourself.

What do you got down there?

The Durham Bulls?|Right? Triple "A"?

Got any prospects?

EDF 40, full military specs.

I'm gonna go in.

What? Hey. Hold on.

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