24.000 English from Closed Caption © 15.02.2021
¶ Happy Birthday
One's for good luck,
bad luck,
no luck.
We'll see what you are, pal.
What the fuck do you want?
Hey, look out! What the hell?
I mean we ain't doing nothing.
Hey pops.
Whoa.
I gotta do her on my Harley, man.
- Huh, you ever done that?
- Well, a friend of mine did once,
he was going miles a 120 hour when he came.
He lost it.
She dead, in a screaming, clawing mess.
- They die.
- Yeah, in a bloody ecstasy.
Wait a minute now, but how do you know all of this if you was..
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it was on the radio, man.
Her ass was on the gas tank
and her cheek was pressed up against the button.
- How do you tell when an alcoholic is lying?
His lips are moving.
Missed you at the meeting a while back.
- What meeting?
- The Alcoholics Anonymous.
- Oh yeah, yeah that meeting.
- It's full moon out there.
Strange things can happen.
- Yeah, well, makes for better night vision.
- Hey, have you seen her on TV?
Julie Paulson.
- The news lady?
Everyday, six o'clock.
- Happy Birthday, Dak.
- Yo, Harley!
- Hey, don't call me Harley, I'm your watch commander
and if there is a beer in this sack?
Oh, root beer.
- You've betrayed the body God give you.
Don't try telling us you're sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- It's too late to repent.
A little off the top?
- Haven't had one of these in a long time.
Meet the new chief yet?
- Naw.
- You're gonna love him.
He screams when he talks to you.
He's got a PHD in efficiency.
They call him the undertaker.
He's a friend of Mahoney's.
- So what?
- You got bad knees, your files' as thick as your dick,
they pay you three times what they pay a rookie.
- I'm worth it.
- Dak, you're an ex-detective on a motorbike.
Shit sinks and this is bottom.
- Hey, screw you with all respect, sir.
- You got one chance, you got one chance only.
- Yeah, I know.
Low profile.
- It's a state of mind, Dak, say it again.
- Low profile.
- Happy Birthday.
- You wouldn't be needing these anymore.
¶ You bring me joy
¶ You make me smile
¶ Happiness everywhere with you ¶
¶ Is the thing
¶ I need your love
¶ I need you kindness
¶ You came before
¶ So magic
¶ I just lost
- Hello base, this is Officer Smith.
I'm making a stop on a black van, may need backup.
- This guy's got heavy artillery.
- What the hell?
Holy shit!
This is chopper one.
We got us a player here, I'm backing out.
- Hey, let's go for it.
- Are you crazy?
- Yeah.
Go in low.
Go in right behind him and he wouldn't see you.
Get down right behind him.
Oh god, I hope you got that.
- Nah.
Just kidding.
- 1-35 at 668.
- 21.
- What a mess.
This looks like Smith's bike, but he ain't around.
Let's go check the nearest bar.
- Hey, hey, come back here!
- Make a little road here.
Make a little road.
- You try to stay clean, ain't ya?
- Come on, get up buddy.
You don't want to miss your breakfast, do ya?
Yeah yeah yeah, write a letter to your Congressman.
- Today, I'm Julie Paulson.
The top story for this noon hour, the reign of terror continues.
The body of Elizabeth Richards, the 13th victim of the video stalker,
was found outside our Channel 6 News building this morning.
Inside sources reveal that she may have been shot
by a stray bullet from the gun of Police Officer Dakota Smith.
A video cassette was found on Richard's body
containing footage of intimate moments of love-making,
phone conversations and diary entries.
The question on everybody's mind at this time is, how does he do it?
How does he invade the lives of his victims so completely..
and what can we do to protect ourselves?
Thank you, Julie, and we'll be back after these messages.
We're here to pick up OfficerSmith's personal effects.
- For what?
- 'Cause he's a dead asshole.
Come on, come on.
- Yeah, it's open.
- Stinks in here.
- They're looking all over the highway for your ass.
Hmph.
Mahoney bet his watch commander
he was shacked up with a case of beer.
Root beer.
- Smells like you died in here.
- He and Mahoney used to be partners.
- And Mahoney is now chief detective and look at you.
- Fix you some coffee?
- So you wash your rubbers out to?
- No, your momma told me she was fixed.
- The van last night, the video stalker..
- With number 13 inside.
- First solid contact we get with this guy, ever
and you don't call for backup.
You do get off a shot and who do you hit?
- The girl, right in the forehead.
Damn, you're good.
What are you saying?
- Ballistics matched the bullet to your gun.
What is this?
- Put that down.
- I'm turning this in.
Internal Affairs should have had this weeks ago.
- Let him go!
- Take the shot.
You wanna play chicken?
Next time you draw it out on me, you better use that thing.
Uh, excuse me.
Aren't you the new transfer they call Quick Draw Mcgraw.
- And you're Dirty Harry, right?
- That's good, that's real good.
You know just for the record, if it was me I would have done the same thing.
- Yeah, but it wasn't you.
- Oh come on, what's the big deal.
So you shot the scum.
People like that deserve to be off the street.
- Low profile?
Lost 100 bucks on you.
- Amnesia.
- Phew, try this for your amnesia breath.
- No, no, no.
You got it wrong this time, coach.
I'm on root beer diet.
- Yeah?
Your ex-wife called.
She was looking for insurance money.
I told her we haven't got a body yet.
She said, "See that son of a bitch, never there when you need him."
- And why should I be?
- You know, I wanted you to know that I'm behind you on this.
It wasn't my idea to put you out on patrol.
Internal Affairs decided rather than suspend you,
they'd put you on probation on my turf
till the incident's been investigated.
- I understand.
- Yeah, well, you know how it is.
They have to investigate why the victim had no gun on him,
when you shot him.
- I didn't know.
He made a movement as though he was reaching for one.
- Yeah, yeah, you're dismissed, officer.
- I was sure, he was dead.
- He was my partner, I know him.
- You don't know crap, except how to save your own tail.
- You never let go, do ya?
You came in late, you blew out your own knee caps,
you blame everybody else.
- You let them take your piece.
- And if you would have taken the shot..
- All right, all right.
- Screw you.
- A drunk's response to everything.
I want a report on that van stop.
- You need my help on this one.
- Call 911.
- You know something, one day, Mahoney.
- What is it with you two?
- He's like a pit bull with a hard-on.
- Never mess with a hard-on, Mike.
- We'll see.
Get me that report.
- Excuse me, could you help me make a copy?
- Of what?
- Your gun.
- I hear they call you Quick Draw Mcgraw.
So, what do you say Quick Draw,
lets you and me play a game of whip out.
Bet I can whip mine out faster than you can.
- Hey, wait a minute!
- Hold, chill out, chill out, chill out!
- Hold it, hold it, hold it, that's enough!
- But he didn't do anything!
- All right, take it easy.
- Johnson grabbed her ass, bet her off in a whip-out contest.
- No, he didn't! - All right!
- He didn't do anything!
- He didn't do a thing! - All right!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Smith, Taylor.
I wanna talk to you guys in my office, right now.
- I guess a blowjob's outta the question.
- Shut the fuck up! - Oh, I'm gonna get you, man!
Bullshit.
- Take it easy.
- Is officer Dakota Smith around?
Thank you.
- Doctor Harley.
- I've been expecting your body.
- Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
- You all right?
- Maybe, sometimes I'm not quite sure myself.
- Try a meditation.
Extensive cirrhosis of the liver.
- Damn.
- You saved her from a horrible death.
He likes plastic wrap on the face.
They suck it in their mouth, their nostrils, even their eye sockets.
Then rigor mortis sets in.
- This liver, it's from drinking?
- Mm-hmm.
Could you get that for me?
- Yeah, morgue.
- Officer Smith, please.
- Okay, you got him.
- You really piss me off.
- Come on, come on, chill out, okay.
I sent the check, it's in the mail.
Trust me.
- You don't know who this is, do you?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know who it is.
It's my ex-wife's lawyer, right?
- We met last night.
You killed a passenger in my van.
- What do you want from me?
- I'm gonna teach you humility.
- Yeah, right.
How you gonna do that?
- Trust me.
Show off.
- Dakota.
Dakota Smith.
- Newt, what's up?
- They find your 12-pack.
- Oh, thanks, Newt.
- All right.
- Hey Bill, what's up?
Come on man, I'm sorry, all right?
- Sorry, sit down, Dak.
You know something, I really loved your father.
And when you needed help, you came to me.
But I'm telling you right now, man,
you break one more of my rules
and you and your stuff are on the street.
Deal?
- Okay, all right.
- What is that?
- Oh, these are tapes from the video stalker.
- Hey Newt, is that you out there listening?
- No, sir.
- So tell me, have you got a sponsor?
- Uh, no.
- Well then, how many sober days have you strung together?
- 29.
- How many?
- 16.
- Come on, man. How many?
- 9.
- Right.
So, how is your life?
- It's okay.
- Really?
And what have you got left?
Your Harley?
- Maybe.
- I'll tell you what.
How about one meeting a day, for 90 days?
- A toothbrush.
I already brushed.
- Yeah, a few of them video tapes have been sold commercially in Europe
and a few of them are right here on the streets.
- Professional?
- Nah, poor quality, copies of copies.
But I know some guys who used to be in the porno business,
I can holla at them about it.
- That's the work, man.
You get on it, right.
Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Newt, Newt.
My man, I need some help here.
- Call 911, I'm busy, all right.
I'll holla at ya, cool.
- Is Officer Smith up here?
- Yo.
- Officer Dakota Smith is a former detective.
What are you doing?
- Community service.
- It's a shitty job, but..
- You stalked the stalker last night.
He's probably watching.
Is there anything you'd like to say?
- Yeah, thanks for the call.
- The video stalker called you?
- Yeah, we have a common interest.
- Like what?
- He's sick and wants to die and I'm gonna help him.
He's sick.
- There's a little surcharge on this job.
- What are you talking about?
Garibaldi paid for this.
- It's going with us.
- Garibaldi doesn't have anything to do with this.
This is a little something between us.
- So what are we talking?
- This skid row cop Dak, is on me like a pit bull.
He's almost as crazy as I am.
I don't mind playing cat and mouse with him,
but I think it's time to change the rules.
- So you want us to off him?
- That would be too easy.
I said I wanna change the rules, not end the game.
- Well, I'm not too much on games, so just tell us what you want.
- I want him to suffer.
He has an overactive conscience, so work over one of his buddies
and tell him to tell his friend,
his good friend, Dak, that he better get out of this while he still can.
Start with this guy.
He owns a liquor store.
- You better know what you're talking about.
- This could be fun.
- Be on the lookout for a dark van, military weapons.
I know you already know this
but we need to find out where he gets his info.
He somehow knows those little secrets that people like to keep private.
So if you happen to spot it,
don't be the hero like Smith here, call for backup.
Good news, bad news.
Good news, our new officer, Kristin O'Connor.
Bad news, her partner will be Dakota Smith.
- What!
- That's right.
You're gonna be riding shotgun for O'Connor.
- Miss O'Connor who's gonna need a shotgun.
- All right, that's it.
Go out and do your jobs and keep your radar turned on for that van.
Dismissed.
- Come on man, what is this?
What are you talking 'bout.
I'm a cycle-cop, I work alone.
- Not anymore.
I'm putting you in a patrol car.
- I don't wanna, I don't need her.
- Dak, would you cut it out with that hurray for me
and everybody else is an idiot attitude.
You do need her, I'm telling ya.
Take it from a friend.
She'll do you some good.
- Yeah, right.
- Happy Birthday, yesterday.
- Yeah, I've had a few.
- You're younger than you look, probably the drinking.
- What is this?
You're my partner, now you're my psychiatrist too?
How do you know all this?
- I read your file.
I got it out of the computer.
It took half a box of paper to print out.
- Oh yeah, I mean, you know how to do all those things,
you work computers and all that stuff?
Okay.
Well look, I need some information on Mahoney
from the task force files, think you can help me?
- I'm on probation, I have you as a partner.
How many strikes do I get?
- Okay, all right.
- Ready to head in?
- Where we going?
- We gonna watch a sex video.
I mean, you like sex, don't ya?
- With the right guy.
- So I guess you're kinda particular, right?
- Very.
- There's a VCR in here.
Uh, Jesus.
- What is it?
- It's A.A. Meeting.
- Are there any other newcomerswith less than 30 days?
Come here.
- Hey! - Hey!
- Hey, go, Dak!
- Hey!
- My name is Dak.
- Hello, Dak.
- Go, Dak.
- Glad you're back.
- I'm an alcoholic.
I almost had a slip the other day, but I have three days of sobriety.
- How do you feel?
- I'm thirsty.
Thanks for your support, I need it.
- Well you got it buddy.
- Thanks for comin' back.
- The life and death of a slut.
The story of a woman who loved to bang studs.
At what age does a slut first become a slut?
Aw, look.
Look how scared she looks.
It's an act.
She wasn't scared
when she was screwing around on her husband.
She really enjoyed it.
I know that now.
Touching, isn't it?
- This guy is sick. - Yeah.
- How sweet.
She's so religious.
And this must be her new husband.
Oh no, wait a minute.
I've seen her husband and that's not him.
This looks like that guy from work.
She couldn't get enough of this stud before.
- How does he know this stuff?
- No wonder she said her husband couldn't fulfill her needs.
She said he really just needed a friend.
They look friendly, don't they?
Oh, don't worry, Mr. Richards, I'll look out for you.
Tell me where it hurts.
- Can I help you?
- That depends.
- On what?
- What I want isn't in here.
I need to send a message.
- Oh, try Western Union.
- Real smart ass, huh?
- Look, do you want to buy something, or not?
- Now that I got your attention,
I need to send a message to your buddy, the skid row cop.
- All units respond.
- Is that an alarm? - Sounds like it.
- Reported, liquor store, Lexington and State Street.
- That's Don's place, let's move.
- Right.
- What the fuck you'd do that for?
- He really pissed me off.
- What about the cash?
- That's not what we came for, we're outta here.
- I'm getting the cash, man.
- Let's go man, we're fucking out of here.
- What!
- You check inside, I'll go that way.
- Freeze bitch.
- You're dead.
- Drop it, cop!
Go ahead, take the shot.
He ain't got the balls.
- Take the shot.
- Don't touch.
- Why not?
- Could get you killed.
- You took the shot.
- You told me to take the shot.
- You took the goddamn shot.
I got brains all over me.
He's dead.
- Yeah, for what.
A few lousy bucks?
- No, looks like they wanted more than that.
They beat him up pretty badly.
You known him long?
- Three sober lifetimes.
- Check out Dak.
Call this low profile?
- Hey!
We got a dead one over here.
- One got away.
- Have you been drinking?
Get the hell outta here, go file your report.
- It's open, Newt.
- Hey yo, another cop to see you.
- Nice ass.
- Oh please.
You want a Twinkie, it's in the refrigerator.
- Oh, maybe later.
I just wanted to say thanks for last night.
- All right, want a root beer?
Goodbye, Newt.
- I got the deal on the cheap ravioli, he's the Porno King.
- What kinda friends you got, man?
- Some ghetto soldiers that got all the tight info.
- All right, stay on it bro.
- All right.
No diggity, I'm out.
- Yours?
- Nah, it's my dad's.
- He was a detective from Metro?
- Yeah.
One night, well, he had been drinking and he was on stakeouts.
Somebody sneaked up behind him and slit his throat.
- Yeah, I heard about that at the academy, sorry.
You know, Dak, with all your drinking,
are you afraid you're gonna turn out just like him?
- Nah, nah, nah, no way.
I'm not gonna check out of here
until I have a loving weekend with you on my Harley.
- You must believe in miracles.
- A man gotta believe in something.
- Tell you what.
You get a 90-day chip and we'll do it.
- Face to face?
- Belly to belly.
- 30 days.
- 90.
- 60?
- Done.
We got it.
- Somebody's been here.
- Yeah.
- Feels like he's here. - Yeah.
Camera was probably there.
- And this is where she was praying.
- Hello, Detective Dak.
- It's him.
- What are you looking for, Dak?
Unlike God, I'm everywhere.
Do you believe in God, Dak?
Hello, Quick Draw.
I didn't recognize you without your gun.
- Go blow yourself.
- That would be delightful.
For now, please press play on the VCR.
The life and death of.
Oh, must have forgot that part.
Maybe it's on the closing credits.
Ah, before the fall, sweet, innocent.
If only her mom could see her now.
She's had five different lovers to share alone.
Actually, her mom's probably a harlot too.
She tells me things, like how she uses those guys to pay her bills.
She's betraying them.
I would never betray her, might kill her though.
Oh Dak, you're so clever.
Ouch!
What time do you have, Dak?
- 10 minutes after six.
- You have four hours to find her.
- Is she alive?
- Yes.
Her name is Allison.
- Allison what?
- You have three hours and 58 minutes.
- Listen, this is between me and you.
Why involve Allison?
- Allison is my friend.
I know what she thinks, what she feels,
what she does, every intimate detail.
Only you can save her.
- How do we find a girl by the name of Allison in four hours?
- I don't know, I don't know.
TV news.
Julie Paulson.
- That's a good idea.
¶ Oh yeah
- All right, we'll go with it.
- We interrupt this program to bring you a special emergency bulletin.
Good evening, I'm Julie Paulson.
The video stalker and the skid row cop
have had further contact.
A kind of game in which a young woman may soon be dead.
Channel 6 has learned that
in a telephone conversation with Officer Dakota Smith,
the stalker pledged to strike again tonight.
The police have provided us with photographs
of a man and a woman the stalker may be targeting as his next victims.
If you know the identity of this woman or this man..
- Oh, get me to a phone.
I know that guy.
- At this moment we know very little.
- Handsome devil.
- What we do know however is that the name of the woman
in this photograph may be Allison.
We also.
¶ Lady if you wants to be down
¶ Come on around
¶ Break it down, break it down
- Okay people, back two minutes, let's go now.
- Could I talk to you for a minute.
You son of a bitch.
You don't go through channels, you don't go through procedure,
you just go on the air like you're a one-man police force.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
- I'm a cop, same as you, okay.
Now you've had this case for 18 months.
And now we're outta time, partner.
- What do you mean we're outta time?
- He's given us til 10 o'clock.
¶ Like this one, like that one
¶ Turn that way, oh baby
- Hello.
I'm gonna put you on hold for a second.
- The man's wife is on the phone.
He's a lawyer and he's supposed to be at the office.
- Well, is he there?
- No.
- Does she know who the girl is?
- It's his paralegal.
¶ Set it up front
¶ Bring it on, bring it on
¶ We're staying right beside
¶ Right beside
¶ Like that, like that
¶ Tonight, oh
¶ Setting up tight
¶ Oh, oh, oh, oh
¶ Oh, lookin' kind of fly
¶ I was thinking you and I
¶ Could maybe hook up together
¶ I want to get to know you better ¶
¶ Oh this place is kind of loud ¶
¶ Let's get away from this crowd ¶
¶ We have got somewhere to be all alone ¶
¶ And baby it's all
¶ It's gonna be like this, like that ¶
- Good evening, I'm Julie Paulson.
If you know the identity of this woman or this man,
call Channel 6 immediately.
- I'm on TV.
- Of course, you're..
- No, no, I'm serious, look, look.
- What we do know however is that the name
of the woman in this photograph may be Allison.
We also know that these two people may be in very grave danger.
- This girl Allison, is she with you? - Yes.
- Look, you're in danger.
Where are you?
- Paradise Motel on Sycamore Street.
- Channel 6 has learned..
- What kinda danger?
- This video stalker idiot.
Now I'll tell you what, you stay put.
I'll be right there.
- If you know anything about the where abouts..
- This is on TV, this is all over TV.
- Oh god.
- Please call 55..
- Hello, hello.
Goddammit.
- What, what is it?
- That serial killer, he's after you, us, come on.
- So what do we do?
- I love the panic.
- I don't know what's worse.
The creepy fuck or my wife.
- Asshole, I should've known you always were an asshole.
- You slug!
Wait!
- Jesus.
Goddammit, love sandwich.
What's the note say?
Sorry Detective Dak, I lied.
- He's sick.
- What time it is?
- It's 9:35.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- This is FBI Special Agent Coleman.
He's been working with Mahoney here on the video stalker murders.
- There's been no contact with this guy
in over a year and a half, and now he's coming out.
You really pissed him off when you shot that Richards lady.
You destroyed his art, his fun and games, the way he gets off.
- He wants to hurt you, there'llprobably be more contact.
- Which is why you're not suspended.
- Yeah, but if I was still a detective.
- No, you're most helpful where you are.
He's probably watching you.
He has money, the latest in high-tech equipment,
military weapons, he'll probably be coming after you.
- Where does he get this money?
- His videos are being distributed worldwide
by crime syndicate porn channels.
- Why haven't you caught this guy?
- He's intelligent, plus he has mob resources behind him.
And he's been real lucky.
- Yeah, now that he's operating out of emotions..
- He'll screw up.
And we'll be there to get him.
- Well, you pissed off everybody but the pope.
We really don't know how he feels about you but watch your backs.
- Well I figure in a week,
I probably can find a way to piss the pope off too.
Well, at this rate it wouldn't take that long.
Catch up with you later, gonna make a phone call.
- See you in the car.
- Dakota.
- Yo.
- May I have a word with you outside, please?
- No problem.
So what's up?
- I'm keeping a low profile on this case.
You ought to try it sometime.
- Not my style, brother.
Okay, so what's up?
- Alright then, I'll come straight to the point.
You've got a bad cop somewhere inside your department.
- So, who is it?
- We don't know who.
Do you know a man named Antonio Garibaldi.
- Yeah, he's a crime boss, porno business, stuff like that.
- Yeah, well, we have word that the stalker's snuff films
are being distributed by Garibaldi.
- Well, that's fine.
You the FBI, why don't you pick him up?
- Well, it's not just him we're after.
He has a silent partner somewhere in your department.
- So what are you telling me?
That somebody in my department is protecting him?
- Protecting him, supplying him, informing him.
He's knows a hell of a lot more about us than we know about him.
- Jesus.
So what are you laying this on me for?
- Well, unless that flaming somersault off the viaduct was an amazing act,
I think you're a man who can be trusted.
- Yeah, well, they say that about me sometimes.
- You find the bad seed and we'll bury him for ya.
But in the meantime, watch your back, Dakota.
There's someone inside your department
who doesn't want the stalker to get caught.
- Yeah, not for long.
Thanks.
- Yes.
- You're getting off the track, my friend.
- How come?
- Forget about this skid row cop, we'll take care of him.
You just get to work on your next project.
- I am.
- So, you gonna ask me in?
- I don't know.
- And he whisks her away.
- I don't think this is a good idea.
- Well, if we see anybody, we'll deal with it.
This stuff's too important, we have to have it.
- Got it.
Let me copy this.
Come on I've found what we have came for.
- No, there is one more thing I want from the computer in here.
Copy this and download all the stalker file.
- Get the disk from the other machine, I'll finish here.
Come on.
- Got it.
- I was hoping that you'd show up.
- Show up for what?
Well, I just want to personally apologize
for being on the wrong team.
They told me that you work late.
- Do you want to kiss and make-up.
You know what, you have been a bad girl.
And you know what else, talk is cheap.
- I walk the way I talk it.
- Do you like music? - Very much.
- Do you like to hum?
- I'm an excellent hummer.
- Mm, baby.
Bet you are an excellent hummer.
- Shit.
- Have you ever played the flute?
- Once or twice.
- What about the trombone?
- I've always admired the trombone.
- What about the slide trombone?
- Did you see his face when the alarm turn went on?
- You were gonna do it.
I don't believe it.
You actually were gonna do it.
- Well you said whatever it takes.
- Wait, wait, wait.
The trombone. Did you see the trombone?
- Ooh.
- A 12-digit number and the words First Bahamian.
- It's a bank.
It's gotta be an offshore account.
- What the hell would this guy need a foreign bank for?
- I'll call a computer buddy of mine.
Maybe we can access the account.
- Yeah.
- Here you go, Mommy.
- Thank you sweetheart.
- Wow, thank you.
Wow, fresh lemonade.
Taste really great, did you make it?
- Yes.
- You know, she's the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
Raising a child by yourself is so expensive.
I'm sure glad my mom's here to help out.
- Aha, so I see.
That's why you accepted
this demotion without putting up a fight, right?
- Yeah. - MM-hmm.
- Okay, it's good lemonade.
So what have we got so far.
- Somebody, a serial killer.
He chooses beautiful girls, early 20s, Catholic,
and they're all having affairs with married men.
- Yeah, and they all go to the same Catholic Church.
- The task force has people at every mass
and the FBI checked out all the priest, nuns, janitors.
- Are you Catholic?
- Only when I was a kid.
- So tell me this.
If you wanted to choose a victim at a church.
How would you do it?
- Well, I always wanted to know
what my boyfriend said in confessions.
- So, find anything?
- Nothing.
- All right, gimme a shot.
Back in five.
- Bless you, my child.
- Yeah.
- Bless me, father, for I have sinned.
- Yeah, right.
- It has been how long since your last confession?
- Confession?
- Just tell God your sins.
- Well, I've enjoyed a little adultery,
fallacio, receiving not giving.
Is that a sin?
- Yes, go on.
- Oh, well, I lie a little, cheat a little,
steal a little and I also drink too much.
But I eat right.
I exercise, take vitamins.
- Any bad language?
- Holy fuck!
- What in God's name?
- Well, I'm sorry, father, but I'm a cop
and a video stalker has been recording your confessions.
- We're on in five, four, three, two.
- Officer Smith, why don't you tell us about your discovery?
- Well, as we were discussing earlier, we found this tiny camera
and a transmitting device in the..
- Chris, they're talking about the master.
- At a very popular Catholic Church.
- Can you imagine having your confession, your face on video tape.
- Yeah, well, if he liked her looks and if she confessed to adultery,
then he'd begin to stalk her.
- And when he was ready,
having edited his movie, he would abduct her and..
- Well, as far as we know
his tapes are being bought and sold in Europe.
- Oh Dak, can't you see she wants you.
- As porno films. - Come on, man.
- Isn't that a bit unusual.
It doesn't fit the profile
for a serial killer to be profiting from his crimes.
- Well, certainly that's more information
that I would like to get into at this time.
- I understand.
Recapping our top story.
If you've been with us throughout this broadcast..
- Take this out to her.
- On the air?
It's gonna scare the shit out of her.
- Just do it.
Camera two, camera three, tighten on her face.
Yeah, a little tighter.
Alright, rolling all camera.
- To help us answer these and other questions,
earlier today I spoke with clinical psychologist..
- Yes!
- This, we have received from apparently, from the video stalker.
It has its usual laser printed label, logo.
This may be a joke.
We will check it out, of course.
It is another development
in the bizarre case of the video stalker.
Where do we go from here?
Okay, we'll be back shortly.
We're going for a break.
We'll be back with "News Talk."
- We're clear.
Back in three minutes.
- Son of a bitch!
You bastard!
How could you let them give me this on the air?
- House lights.
- I'd like to dust that for prints.
- Dak, I'm scared.
- Julie, you're safe in here, okay.
He can't get to you.
Give me the tape, all right.
- Dak, I'm next.
- Easy, you're safe, okay.
- Just give me the tape, all right?
- No, I wanna see what this sick fuck's got on me.
- Check and see who brought this damn thing.
- I'm on it.
- Julie.
- That low-life piece of shit!
Look gimme a location of his van and you get back to me as soon as possible.
As soon as we're done with this meet,
I want you to pick up our video stalker friend, fold up his operation
and ship the whole pile down to Mexico.
- Got it.
- Treated like that.
- Let's go, let's go!
Come on, man, come on!
- What's going on?
- Dak, he's loosing it.
Dak, it's Muscles, what's going on?
- Hey!
Working on the 12 steps, come on in!
- Hey, I don't wanna get shot, Dak, okay?
How about putting the gun away.
- Come on in Muscles, it's all clear, man!
¶ Dakota Smith
¶ No, you can't make it til she can, can ¶
- Hi.
¶ No, you can't do it 'cause she can't come ¶
- I'm on duty, but I'll meet you back at the mission.
¶ You're one, two, three, four, 12 steps away ¶
¶ Hey, Dakota, I know you can make it ¶
¶ All you have to do is believe ¶
¶ Hey, Dakota, I know you can do it ¶
¶ Just remember, to halfway can be ¶
¶ And tryin' to be sober
¶ Ain't easy I know
¶ Was it your day, another day to grow ¶
¶ Dakota Smith
¶ Where you gonna run to
¶ Dakota Smith - They killed my fish, man.
- Varmint's got everything.
Scavengers all over the place.
But I managed to do this for you, bud.
- Thanks, thanks man.
- Tried my best.
That's the only thing I could manage to hold back.
- My motorcycle?
Where's my motorcycle?
- IRS.
Nothing I can do about them.
You know, the big guys.
¶ Hey, Dakota
- Thanks man.
¶ I believe in you
- Here man.
I know this will work for you.
Nothing else, smoke one.
¶ That's what we gotta do
- All right?
- All right. - Cool.
¶ And the man upstairs will surely smile on you ¶
- Shit.
I mean, everything is happening in my life.
I'm so close to rock bottom, I can almost feel it.
- If you don't make some changes,
you're never gonna get that loving weekend.
- Yeah, but I don't even have a Harley.
- So that's it?
You quit?
Mahoney walks.
The stalker wins.
You coming?
Okay, I have a 12-digit number, now I need a code.
32254.
Shit!
- What about birthday?
Wedding date?
- I've tried everything.
I have his file right here.
- Look, I'll tell you what.
I'm a little tired.
Let's do this again later, okay.
You know something, I want to change.
But I can't get out of my own way.
- Do you believe in miracles?
- I don't know.
- You know how to pray, don't you?
- Well, I used to know how to do that,
but somewhere along the way I forgot.
- Just close your eyes.
- Okay, all right.
- Sweet.
- Catch you later.
- Dak.
See you tomorrow.
I got him.
- Damn!
My cigars.
- Would you still dress that way,
if you knew this was the last day of your life.
Missed a spot.
Very clever, bitch.
Come to papa.
- Party's over, we're moving you out of town.
- Fuck that!
The bitch has disappeared off the screen.
Get her.
Damn bitch!
- Oh boy!
- Son of a!
They got Kris.
- I heard the APB.
- Where is she? - How would I know?
- Wrong answer. - You're dead, Smith.
- Screw you!
- You're crazy.
- Yeah.
Last time I'm gonna ask you.
Where is she?
- I don't know. I told you I don't know.
- Relax boys, put them away.
- Mahoney's on the take.
- Fuck you!
- Fuck me!
Nah, fuck you!
- Jesus Christ! - Dak!
- How'd you like that Mike, huh?
That feel good?
I'm gonna take out the other one.
- No, wait!
I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya.
- No, don't tell me, show me!
- Stay put, boys.
Stay where you are.
- Turn left up here, turn left.
Oh, my knees are killing me.
My goddamnned knees are killing me.
- Mine have been hurting for five years.
- You came in late.
- Bullshit.
- You sat in the car and you drank a six pack.
They didn't show up.
You drank another six pack.
Then they showed up, but you didn't.
You came in late.
I didn't blow out your knees, you did.
Oh god!
- Keep going.
- But he's a fucking psycho!
He cobbed up his girlfriend.
He screwed every guy in his company.
He's in a nuthouse for 10 years.
Now, he's out doing the same thing except he's getting paid for it.
- Wait a minute.
I'm not really, into this, I'm claustrophobic.
Come on, really, guys, guys, come on.
This isn't really a good idea.
Sir, sir, sir, I really, reallyneed to go to the bathroom.
- Well, go then, baby.
- Thanks a lot.
Darn.
- Get the rest of the gear and we're outta here.
Andale, andale!
Let's go to Mexico!
- He's losing a lot of blood.
- Shut up, drive faster!
Get them!
I'll take the van!
- Don't shoot, it's me!
I assure you that wasn't easy!
- Let's get the hell out of here.
Bon appetit!
- Chief, are you okay?
- I'm all right, just keep going.
- Hey, Detective Dak!
You getting tired of this shit?
Come and get me, man.
You just gonna keep on coming, huh?
Come on!
I'm right here!
I'm all yours, baby.
- We've got to stop Dak!
- Forget him, Mahoney.
This is where we get off.
Get in!
- What are you doing? - Get in!
- I seem to be out of bullets!
This is not the way I planned it.
You ever think of working together?
You can't prove nothing on me.
Good behavior, I'll be out in five years.
I got something for you.
I was just.
- Thanks.
Asshole.
- And for 60 days and nights without alcohol, Dakota Smith!
- All right! - Yeah!
- That's right, stickin' it out there!
- My name is Dakota Smith and I'm an alcoholic.
- That's right! - That's right!
- This is the first time in my life I've ever had 60 days of sobriety.
- That's right!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
- One after another.
- Yeah!
- You know something?
I like it.
I like me, I like you.
And I think it's gonna last.
- All right! - Yeah!
- That's right, big fella, you can make it happen!
- Work it, work it! - Yeah, work it!
- You know why?
- Why? - Why is that?
- Yeah, come on.
- Hey, 'cause I believe in miracles.
- Amen! - Yeah, amen!
- Yeah! - Let's go!
- Go get 'em, Dak!
- What would it take to make your miracle complete?
- Well, I don't see how that's gonna be possible.
I don't have a Harley!
Chief, my man!
- I've got a few friends left!
Not many!
I bought it at the IRS auction.
- You're a life saver, my man!
You're a life saver!
- Chief, where did you get your money for this?
- Money?
They wanted to give it away!
It's a piece of junk!
They said, get rid of it!
Paint it, it's yours!
Get out of here.
I'm outta here.
- We're outta here!
Yo!
We're going far away from this place!
- You got that right!
¶ I've noticed the mystery
¶ Deep in your eyes
¶ When you look at me
¶ So set your worry
¶ Just like Cleopatra
¶ Queen of the Nile
¶ I've become obsessed within your smile ¶
¶ In all you do, I know there's nothin' wrong ¶
¶ Nothing
¶ The spirit that you swear in me is so strong ¶
¶ It's just the touch, mm
¶ It's the touching
¶ Of the gentle kind
¶ It's the just the touching
¶ It's the touching
¶ Of the body, soul and mind
¶ It's just touching
¶ It's the touching
¶ Of the gentle kind
¶ And I'm hungry for you
¶ I want you to be mine
¶ I can see your but you can't see ¶
¶ I call it the night vision
¶ If you're lonely, I will set you free ¶
¶ Hocus pocus, I got you on baby, yo ¶
¶ You don't get me though
¶ This is the night vision intro ¶
¶ So, oh yeah
¶ Before you get throw down
¶ I hate to have to see you in the morgue ¶
¶ Gettin' sewed up, folded up
¶ In a bag from a plastic gag
¶ Cold as ice
¶ Not even the vice was able to save your nurse's life ¶
¶ Another victim of this insane, dement brain ¶
¶ Here I come again
¶ Striking like Cain and Abel
¶ To creep while you sleep
¶ It's no retreat
¶ Peek-a-boo, I see you Miss Freak ¶
¶ Down on your knees
¶ Oh, please, I know you're feelin' me ¶
¶ Physically and mentally
¶ I'm your worst enemy
¶ When he has my homie
¶ Without you I'll be lonely
¶ Put your head on my shoulders ¶
¶ Pretend that I'm Dakota
¶ Sort of like what's being bitten ¶
¶ You can't turn back from the fact ¶
¶ That's a trap, don't take in the night vision ¶
¶ I can see you, but you can't see me ¶
¶ Oh, yeah, night vision
¶ If you're lonely, I will set you free ¶
¶ Even though I sit so far away ¶
¶ Night vision