to anything on the periodic table.
- Lieutenant, what the hell is that thing?
- Don't know. It's not from a hardware store.
- Military?
- Uh, good guess.
Either something that got away,
or something they want.
Keyes. Ah, we're getting closer now
to what happened...
Hey, no!
Easy, kid. Put your gun away.
King Willie will see you now.
# I'm tired of the ratrace, I wanna have fun...
- It's OK.
- Don't you want me with you?
I'll call you later.
- You want me to follow you?
- I'll call you later!
# I can't take my mind off my problems...
You want some ganja, man?
License plate number.
1-8-8...
No, no. 1-8-8-3...
Oh, fuck!
The door swings both ways, myass.
This door swings both ways.
Thanks for the ride.
You know...
...you guys really ought to cut down.
They say you want to talk to me.
They say you offering me favours.
Tell me why, Babylon.
Mr Policeman.
- I want some information.
- Information.
About the one that's doing all the killing?
He killed your people.
Now mine.
I think you know who he is.
I want him.
I don't know who he is.
But I know where he is.
- The other side.
- What are you talking about?
The spirit world, man.
You see...
...it's always the same.
There's no stopping what can't be stopped.
No killing what can't be killed.
Hey, make sense, man.
This thing
that's killing your people and mine...
...is from the other side.
I can feel him all around.
You can't see the eyes of the demon...
...until him come calling.
This is dread, man.
Truly dread.
Nothing else for you here, policeman.
Time to go.
Prepare yourself.
"His foundation lie in the holy mountain."
"Selah."
This is Tony Pope live from LA...
...the city of fear.
The psycho-vigilante killer
continues his daily diet for murder.
Bodies strung out...
...bodies with the skins ripped off,
the hearts torn from the cadavers.
And just recently,
King Willie, the drug lord...
...the vicious drug lord found
in an alley just around the corner...
...with his head cut off and his
spinal column torn from the body.
A fitting demise
to the Prince of Powder.
First Danny, then King Willie.
And you were right there!
He's playing with you, Mike.
You've gotta be careful.
Yeah. We all gotta be careful.
What about Keyes?
- Anything there?
- Definitely something slippery about Keyes.
Seems there's a Peter J Keyes.
PhD physical sciences, Cornell.
Hot out of college
and into the Strategic Defense Institute.
Then two years later commissioned
as a captain in Air Force Intelligence.
Mike, this is a dead end.
We're way out of our league!
Look, I don't care who's involved.
This guy killed Danny and he's going to fall!
- What about the good doctor?
- I'm here, Lieutenant.
The federal authorities erased everything
from the computer file except for this:
...part of a chemical test
on a fragment ofwood from the penthouse.
And it contained traces...
...of cattle blood and heavy traces of steroids.
I believe whoever killed Detective Archuleta
had recently been in a slaughterhouse.
That's where I lost Keyes the first time!
Yeah. That's where we'll find him.
Take the metro.
I'll pick you up at Vernon station in an hour.
Just because you don't see Keyes's boys
doesn't mean they're not around.
I just want you to stay in the car. OK?
Your mom and I won't be very long.
You sit still. We'll be back in a few minutes.
All right?
- Come on, honey.
- Yes, darling.
- Which way was it?
- Down here.
Take that, you scum-sucking dog.
Want some candy?
Brian? Brian!
- You come here right this minute!
- Mommy, I saw a ghost.
Want some candy?
Want some candy?
Rest.
Want some candy?
Danny's necklace.
I hate the subway at rush hour.
It's hard enough to find a seat, and if you do,
someone's pissed in it or thrown up over it.
This damn heat is killing me, man.
Hey, it's me!
- I look great!
- Oh, shut up.
No autographs, Pop.
- Look. There's two seats right there.
- Don't touch me!
Hey! Get