M I L L E N N I U M

"THE JUDGE"

Ep. # 1.04  [MLM-104   (4C04)]

[ First Season ]  (Complete Transcript)

U.S. Air Date: November 15, 1996

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SEATTLE, WASHINGTON


[OPENING SCENE: The Lucky Pins bowling alley. Outside, it is raining.
Inside, several patrons are having meals at the diner. At one table, two
men, having finished their game, are having a conversation as they finish
their meals.]

  1st Man: "Yeah, I'm going to bring that pickup
  in for an overhaul."

[A waitress brings the men their desserts.]

  1st Man: "Thanks."

[A man enters, watching the second of the men intently and sits at a
nearby table.]

  1st Man: "Yeah, points, plugs, carburetor --
  the whole deal. It's been a while since I had
  it in."

[The waitress approaches the new arrival.]

  Waitress: "What can I get you tonight, hon?"

  3rd Man: "I'll have a beer and a sandwich --
  a tuna salad sandwich."

  Waitress: "Will that be it for you tonight,
  hon?"

  3rd Man: "Yeah."

[She smiles and leaves to fill his order. The man continues to stare at
the second man who is eating a lime pie, licking his fork with eat bite,
showing his green tongue.]

[The waitress returns with the man's food.]

  Waitress: "Here you be, hon."

  3rd Man: "Thanks."

[He drinks his beer, spins his plate of food slowly with his finger while
continuing to stare at the other man as he finishes eating his pie.]

  1st Man: "Think we're about ready for a check.
  Anything else for you?"

[The man looks at his own check as the waitress brings the checks for
the two men. As they get ready to pay her, she looks up and sees that
the man has finished his beer, but left without touching his sandwich or
paying for his food.]

[Outside the two men part company.]

  2nd Man: "See you."

[He walks toward his own car. The other man drives off. Thunder can be
heard. He unlocks his door and looks over to see the man from the bowling
alley standing nearby.]

  2nd Man: "Evening"

[The man doesn't answer, so he tries again to be civil.]

  2nd Man: "Evening."

[This time the man walks toward him, carrying a bowling ball in his left
hand. He hits him on the head with the ball and lets it fall to the ground.
The man falls and the ball can be seen rolling around underneath the car.]

[The man then removes a knife from his pocket and opens it.]

[Doorbell rings. It is sometime later and a package is being delivered to
a house.]

  Delivery Man: "Hi. A package for Mrs. Annie
  Tisman? Could you sign here?"

  Tisman: "Well, I haven't ordered anything. Are
  you sure it's for me?"

  Delivery Man: "It's the, uh, correct name and
  address?"

[He shows her the label. It reads: ]

Annie Tisman
3845 Regent St.
Seattle WA

  Tisman: "Oh, yeah, sure. I've been Annie Tisman
  more years than I like to count." 

  Delivery Man: (Laughs.) "You have a good day,
  ma'am."

[He leaves and she enters her home with the package.]

[She anxiously removes the label and peels back the tape sealing the box.
Inside she finds something wrapped in cellophane. She removes it and places
it on her lap. She peels off the plastic and removes the layers of paper
which cover the object.]

[Finally she lifts a blood-stained piece of paper to reveal a severed
tongue. Horrified, she drops the object and begins screaming.]


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M I L L E N N I U M


wait


worry


starring

Lance Henriksen (Frank Black)
Megan Gallagher (Catherine Black)


created by Chris Carter


who cares?


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[Episode quote]


"...the visible world
seems formed in love,
the invisible spheres
were formed in fright."

H. Melville 1819-1891


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[Episode credits roll during the next scene]


Brittany Tiplady (Jordan Black)

and

Bill Smitrovich (Lt. Bob Bletcher)

Guest Starring

Marshall Bell (The Judge)
John Hawkes (Mike Bardale)
Chris Ellis (Jim Penseyres)
Stephen James Lang (Det. Giebelhouse)
Brian Markinson (Det. Teeple)

and

CCH Pounder as Cheryl Andrews

Music By Mark Snow
Editor: Stephen Mark
Production Designer: Sheila Haley
Director of Photography: Robert McLachlan
Associate Producer: Jon-Michael Preece
Consulting Producer: Ted Mann
Consulting Producers: James Wong & Glen Morgan
Co-Producer: Ken Dennis
Co-Producer: Chip Johannessen
Co-Producer: Frank Spotnitz
Co-Executive Producer: Jorge Zamacona
Co-Executive Producer: Ken Horton
Co-Executive Producer: John Peter Kousakis
Written by Ted Mann
Directed by Randy Zisk


SEATTLE, WASHINGTON


[Outside the Tisman house. Police are on the scene interviewing neighbors.
Radio chatter can be heard in the background. Frank Black arrives and
approaches the house. He stops, turns and looks around him.]

[Inside, Mrs. Tisman, still clearly shaken by her ordeal, comes out of
the bathroom. Bletcher is waiting for her to return in order to resume his
investigation.]

  Bletch: "Are you feeling any better?"

  Tisman: "A little. I don't understand this.
  Why would someone do this to me? I never hurt
  anyone."

  Bletch: "Is there someplace we could sit down
  and talk?"

[She looks across the room and becomes upset at the presence of the object
still in her living room.]

  Tisman: "Are they going to take THAT away soon?"

[It is being photographed and is examined by Dets. Teeple and Giebelhouse.]

[As Frank tries to enter the house, he's stopped by an officer.]

  Officer: "Sorry, sir. I can't let you in. It's
  a crime scene."

  Bletch: "Oh that's okay, Connelly. It's Frank
  Black."

[Frank walks past the officer. Radio chatter can again be heard in the
background.]

  Tisman: (To Bletcher) "Please, uh, in the other
  room. We can talk in there."

[They leave and Frank walks over to look at the object. The photographer
takes one last photo as Frank picks up the box the object arrived in.]

[It triggers two brief visions for Frank. He hears panting throughout both
visions The first: he sees the dead man with his tongue hanging out of his
mouth, then another man with an executioner's hood over his head, and then
several images of someone pulling and cutting the dead man's tongue off.
Flashes of white light and a ground view of some pigs in a pen.]

  Giebelhouse: "Bletcher give you any details?"

[The second: again he sees someone holding and cutting off the dead man's
tongue with a knife.]

  Frank: "Yeah. Has anybody spoken to the delivery
  service?"

  Giebelhouse: "Package was left in a drop-off box
  with a bogus billing code and a bogus return."

  Teeple: "You seen what you need to see?"

  Frank: "Yeah."

  Giebelhouse: "Let's get this evidence bagged and
  tagged."

[Bletch returns to the living room.]

  Bletch: "Frank? Spare me a minute?"

[Frank joins him and they both enter the other room.]

  Bletch: "I sent her to be with a friend. You
  saw?"

  Frank: "Was she any help at all?"

  Bletch: "Doesn't seem to be any reason why it
  was sent to this lady. She's a bookkeeper for a
  florist. No problems at work. She's, uh, widowed
  almost ten years ago. No romantic involvements.
  On good terms with the family -- the ones she
  keeps up with."

  Frank: "No one with any grievances she's aware
  of?"

  Bletch: (Shakes his head.) "Doesn't make any
  sense."

  Frank: "This isn't the first time that you've
  seen one of these, is it?"

  Bletch: "Over the last four years, we've had,
  uh, human fingers, partial hand -- sent to
  three individuals, locally. No discernable
  reason why these people were chosen and no
  connection between any of them we're able to
  find. Finger's one thing. A guy can live without
  a finger. But a tongue..."

  Frank: "The victim is dead, Bletch."

  Bletch: "We need your expertise on this, Frank.
  I guess that goes without saying."

[NEXT SCENE: The same delivery man waits as someone signs for another
package.]

  Delivery Man: "Okay. Have a good evening, ma'am."

[The package is addressed to: `Frank Black.']

  Catherine: "Thank you."

[She brings the package into the house.]

[Inside, Frank is lying on the living room floor, reading a story to
Jordan.]

  Frank: " `The bear never told the rabbit, the
  badger or the crow that his honey was missing
  from the hollow tree but he looked at them
  differently from then on.' "

  Jordan: "Why?"

[Frank looks at Catherine as enters the living room with the package.]

  Frank: "We'll find out later."

  Catherine: "Were you expecting a package, Frank?"

  Frank: "Yeah, files from Bletcher."

[He puts down the book, stands up and walks over to take the package from
Catherine.]

  Frank: "I'll look at it downstairs. Won't take
  long."

  Jordan: "Can you read the rest before bed, Daddy?"

  Frank: "Sure I will, honey."

[Down in Frank's basement, he scans the photos Bletch has sent him while
he talks to Jim Penseyres on the phone.]

  Frank: "That's the last of the photos. Have you
  read the pathology reports yet?"

  Penseyres: "What strikes me about them right
  off is the examiner's prior conclusion in each
  instance the body parts were removed while the
  victims were alive."

[Frank looks at several of the photos. The first one is of the severed
fingers.]

  Frank: "It's very possible the victim or the
  killer weren't acquainted."

[The second is of the severed hand.]

  Penseyres: "Which is why the perpetrator's been
  hard to catch. But the owners of the body parts...
  why haven't they turned up?"

  Frank: "Given the four years activity, we can
  infer the killer's been careful in disposing of
  the remains, selecting victims whose disappearance
  wouldn't draw unusual attention. No obvious
  connection to the previous victims or body part
  recipients."

[Catherine interrupts the phone conversation.]

  Catherine: "Frank? Dinner's on the table."

  Frank: "In a minute."

[She goes back upstairs.]

  Frank: "There's an unusual element of mindfulness
  associated with the violence. I think the local
  M.E. could use an educated opinion."

  Penseyres: "I've got a call in to Cheryl Andrews.
  Already ran it down with her. Anything else?"

  Frank: "No."

  Penseyres: "Enjoy your dinner, Frank."

  Frank: (Smiles.) "Thanks."

[NEXT SCENE: The morgue. Cheryl Andrews begins her review of the medical
findings of the tongue. Present are Penseyres, Frank and Bletcher.]

  Cheryl: "Wherein where previous findings indicate
  the other body parts were all sundered while the
  victims where alive, but I believe this tongue
  was removed after death."

[She uses a scalpel to slice a thin sample from the tongue.]

  Cheryl: "Also the instrument wasn't as sharp or
  as skillfully used as in previous excisions."

  Bletch: "Would that point to, uh, rage, loss of
  control?"

  Cheryl: "Doubtful. The cuts aren't unusually
  forceful, just imprecise. A few false starts,
  repetitive blade strokes."

  Bletch: "Frank?"

  Frank: "We do have a pattern change."

  Penseyres: "Unlikely to be intentional deviation
  from the established method."

  Bletch: "So how do we account for it?"

  Cheryl: "The victim died prematurely or the
  killer was interrupted."

  Penseyres: "The perpetrator may be getting
  lazy, becoming more casual as his activities
  lose their novelty."

  Bletch: "So it really doesn't tell us much
  then."

  Frank: "Well, it tells us that he's less
  concerned about being discovered but no less
  dangerous -- possibly more so. There's nothing
  here to indicate that this is going to stop."

[NEXT SCENE: Night. A man stands on a street corner. A scar is visible
on his upper lip. A corrections bus turns a corner, stops and another man
steps off the bus and heads toward a bar across the street, the Tittle
Tattle Room.]

[The man with the scar shortly follows him into the bar. There is music
playing in the background. The second man sits at the bar, drinking a 
beer. The bartender is watching television. The first man signals the
bartender for a drink, as he sits beside the other man.]

  1st Man: "A wet, raw night."

  Bartender: "What can I getcha?"

  1st Man: "Rain without, rain within. A glass
  of water."

  Bartender: "Really?"

  1st Man: "Be very careful of the tone you take
  with strangers. And bring Mr. Bardale another
  round now."

  Bardale: "What are you at?"

  1st Man: "You've been released from prison,
  newborn in the world, off the bus just minutes.
  You like it?"

  Bardale: "Look, if you're some queer thinks he
  got lucky... "

  1st Man: "Queer? Since the age of 15, Mr. Bardale
  you've released six times but your total time
  outside prison is less than a year."

  Bardale: "You a cop?"

  1st Man: "You're out this time after having
  served 8 years for robbery with violence. Never
  been tried for most of what you've done."

  Bardale: "Parole officer? I got 24 hours to
  report in."

  1st Man: "Two murders. The girl in Tacoma your
  last time out. And the man who picked you up
  hitchhiking. You were 17. He was homosexual.
  Others you killed in prison. I admire your
  capacity for action. I want to keep you in the
  world. Your nature can serve a higher purpose."

  Bardale: "You want to keep me from going back
  to prison?"

  1st Man: "Without me you'll be in custody in days.
  Sooner, perhaps. I WILL keep you in the world."

  Bardale: "You're a lawyer, right?"

  1st Man: "No, Mr. Bardale, I'm not. I'm a judge."

[NEXT SCENE: Night, a pig farm, the Judge's home. Pigs are snorting in
their pen. Inside, the Judge is convening `his' court.]

  Judge: "Sentence carried out contrary to just
  instructions of this court."

  Man: "I had to be practical. It's hard to cut
  a guy's tongue out when he's still alive. I
  meant to get him unsuspecting but he bled out
  in the parking lot and he croaked before I got
  the tongue."

  Judge: "You acted as agent of this court while
  impaired."

  Man: "One beer is all... "

  Judge: "Remember I am who I am. How was the
  corpse of the condemned disposed of?"

  Man: "Same way as usual."

  Judge: "You've forgotten. You feel you can lie
  as freely to me as to yourself."

  Man: "Uh, they'll never find it. Um, I had to
  hurry."

  Judge: "Carl Nearman, you've acted selfishly.
  You've ignored both the requirements of justice
  and the procedures of this court. I'm discharging
  you from the court's service."

[Bardale enters the room.]

  Judge: "Mr. Bardale... "

[The Judge places an executioner's hood over his head.]

  Judge: "Stand and receive sentence."

[Bardale yanks Nearman upright by his hair as the pigs outside squeal
loudly.]


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[A wooded area. Two women are walking along a path, calling to their dog.
She is busily digging something she's found.]

  1st Woman: "Achilles! Achilles, you come right
  here, girl! Come on!"

  2nd Woman: "Achilles, come here now."

  1st Woman: "Come on! Achilles! Oh... what in
  Heaven's name have you got there, huh?"

[The other woman laughs. The first one notices a foul odor.]

  1st Woman: "Oh, God. The most appalling smell."

  2nd Woman: "Eeiw!"

  1st Woman: "Achilles, come away from there.
  Come on!"

[The dog continues to pull and tear at something with her teeth.]

  1st Woman: "Come on now, what you got?"

[The 1st woman moves in closer for a better look.]

  1st Woman: "What d'you want with that smelly
  old thing, huh? What d'you with that... "

[She pulls the dog away a bit and notices the flies. Then she notices
the decomposing remains of a man.]

  1st Woman: "Terry? Terry? Don't panic but
  there's a person there."

  2nd Woman: "What?"

  1st Woman: "There's a dead person."

[NEXT SCENE: The Black residence, Frank's basement. Frank is looking
at several photos of the body parts which his has tacked to a board as
Catherine comes down to speak with him.]

  Catherine: "Frank?"

  Frank: "Catherine."

[He turns the board over and places it on his desk.]

  Frank: "How was work?"

  Catherine: "Fine. Um, Frank... that package that
  you got the other night... what are you working
  on?"

  Frank: "Why?"

  Catherine: "I had lunch with someone from the
  office. She's been counseling a woman who had
  a human tongue delivered to her."

  Frank: "Annie Tisman."

  Catherine: "She couldn't give me her name. Has
  anyone spoken to her that you know of... about
  her history?"

  Frank: "The police did brief interviews. They
  weren't productive."

  Catherine: "Well, her husband was sent to jail
  for robbery about 12 years ago. He was appealing
  post-conviction on the basis that the testimony
  against him was perjured."

  Frank: "What was the outcome?"

  Catherine: "The husband was murdered in prison
  before the matter was resolved."

  Frank: "Thanks."

  Catherine: "Just always feel like a trespasser
  down here."

  Frank: "Neither of us should feel at home with
  what I do."

[The phone rings.]

  Frank: "Yeah."

  Bletch: "Frank, it's Bob Bletcher."

[NEXT SCENE: The morgue. Bletcher and Frank enter as he briefs him on
the body found by the two women and their dog.]

  Bletch: "The corpse was barely concealed. Some
  garden clippings tossed over it. Tongue cut out.
  Looking like we caught a break here, Frank."

[An assistant wheels over another body while they wait for the body from
the woods. It draws Frank's interest. Det. Teeple arrives.]

  Teeple: "Body's on its way up. The pathologist
  will be right with us."

[Frank continues to be interested in the body presently there. He goes
over for a closer look at it. Two assistants bring in the body from the
woods. They are accompanied by the pathologist.]

  Bletch: "Is this our guy?"

  Pathologist: "Everything's a match. White male,
  early 50s evident good health. Blunt object
  trauma to the skull occurred probably prior
  to these stabs wounds."

[Bletch looks over to see that Frank is not paying any attention to this
corpse but is instead examining the other one. He's wearing a rubber glove
and looking at the man's right hand.]

  Pathologist: "No defensive injuries. Any or all
  of these wounds might have caused death."

[Frank looks at the man's fingernails and notices something beneath them.
This triggers a vision. He sees the hands of someone with a knife cutting
out the tongue of the man. There's lots of blood visible and he hears the
sound of metal clashing.]

  Bletch: "Frank. That's an unrelated D.O.A."

  Frank: "Who is this man?"

  Bletch: (To Teeple.) "Is that the John Doe from
  the tracks?"

  Teeple: "Yeah."

  Bletch: "Vagrant. Railway cops found him early
  AM. Died from a massive loss of blood. Probably
  tried to hop a freight while he had a bag on 
  and slipped and his legs swung under."

  Teeple: "Happens three or four times a year.
  Rail yard bulls hate it. Interrupts their
  running poker game."

  Bletch: "Want to take a look?"

[Frank walks over to look at the other body. Giebelhouse enters.]

  Giebelhouse: "I got an ID from the prints. The
  man you're looking at... is Jonathan Mellen.
  He's a former Seattle police officer."

  Frank: "He was a cop?"

  Giebelhouse: "Retired seven years. We're running
  down any living relatives. He was divorced. Had
  a reputation for being argumentative."

  Frank: (To Bletcher.) "These two are connected."

  Bletch: "What?"

[Frank again walks over to the first body.]

  Bletch: "Mellen and the D.O.A. there? Frank?
  One's a murder. The other is death by mis-
  adventure. Miles apart, Frank. Days apart."

  Frank: "Who was this man, the man from the
  freight yard?"

  Bletch: (To Giebelhouse.) "Do we know that yet?"

[Giebelhouse shakes his head.]

  Frank: "You'll find the evidence that connects
  these two." (Peels off his glove.) "It's here."

[Frank leaves. Bletcher is skeptical.]

[NEXT SCENE: The Black residence, Frank's basement. Frank, using his
Macintosh, calls Jim Penseyres. The number is: 555-0131.]

[Upon connecting, there is a lot of static and noise on the line.]

  Penseyres: "Yeah, Frank?"

  Frank: "Penseyres?"

  Penseyres: "Hello?"

  Frank: "Can you hear me?"

  Penseyres: "A lot of links and patches between
  us right now. I'm traveling. I may lose you."

  Frank: "I'm looking for older documentation."

[His computer screen shows some records, affidavits, petitions for James
Tisman.]

  Frank: "Court records that are likely archived
  only on hard copy."

  Penseyres: "If it can be found, it will be."

  Frank: "The records pertain to the husband of
  the woman who received the tongue. Last name:
  Tisman. T, as in Tom, I-S-M-A-N. He was a state
  prisoner. He would have filed a post-conviction
  appeal of the appropriate motion seeking to
  overturn between 9 and 12 years ago."

  Penseyres: "Okay."

  Frank: "We ID'd the body from which the tongue
  was removed. An ex-Seattle police officer. He
  may figure in the record of the court proceedings,
  he may not."

  Penseyres: "I'll check it."

  Frank: "I'll be in touch."

[He hangs up the phone. The doorbell rings.]

[Outside, Bletcher waits from someone to answer. Frank opens and stays
outside to talk with Bletcher.]

  Bletch: "500 years ago, you would have been
  burned as a witch."

  Frank: "Nothing I do is magic, Bob."

  Bletch: (Laughs.) "Yeah, a lot of people shouted 
  just that from the middle of a bonfire. You were
  right about the two bodies in the morgue, Frank.
  Pathologist found traces of tissue under the
  fingernails of rail yard corpse. Tissue blood
  types matched. DNA workup will confirm it. They
  were killer and victim."

  Frank: "What do we know about the killer, Bob?"

  Bletch: "Uh, ex-con named Carl Nearman."

  Frank: "What's his history?"

  Bletch: "Uh, done half a dozen sequential bits
  at state prisons -- armed robbery, grand theft.
  Released five years back."

  Frank: "No record since?"

  Bletch: "No. Clean by all accounts. Never even
  missed a date with his parole officer. Probably
  not your model citizen but, uh... You were
  right, Frank. I wanted you to hear it from me."

[Bletcher turns to leave. Frank is dissatisfied with what he's heard.]

  Frank: "Doesn't fit, Bob."

  Bletch: "What are you talking about? I just
  gave you the rundown."

  Frank: "A violent repeat-offender, repeatedly
  caught, convicted and jailed. Habitual criminal,
  not someone who's capable of acting with this
  kind of deliberate purpose."

  Bletch: "This one's in the books, Frank. You
  made the connection. It must have made some
  kind of sense to you."

  Frank: "There is a connection but the easy 
  thing to do here is to overlook the complexity.
  There's an act of hubris at work here, a perverse
  calculus. I know these men. I've chased them."

  Bletch: "Uh-huh."

  Frank: "Someone else in this, Bletch."

  Bletch: "Oh, boy. Frank, you know... Sometimes
  if it quacks, it really is a duck."

[Bletcher laughs and starts to leave. Frank just stares after him.
Regretting the ridicule, Bletcher turns to look back at Frank who just
turns and enters his home.]

[NEXT SCENE: The Judge's residence. The Judge is setting Bardale's left
leg in a cast. He finishes and goes to wash the plaster from his hands.]

  Judge: "Having found sufficient evidence the
  accused removed, or caused to be removed,
  lighting from his apartment building's common
  stairwell. This action resulted in a female
  client, aged 62, sustaining fatal injuries
  as a result of a fall. It is now my duty to
  pronounce sentence."

[He again places the black hood over his head.]

  Judge: "You are to apprehend the condemned as
  instructed and having transported him to the
  place designated, to amputate his right leg
  below the knee."

  Bardale: "I got it written down from earlier,
  Judge. I like the foot. I mean it's like the
  son of a bitch, he kicked that old lady down
  the stairs, practically."

  Judge: "The prisoner shall be conscious prior
  to the amputation. You shall make him aware of
  the court's sentence."

  Bardale: "I'll rub it in good."

[The Judge removes his hood.]

  Judge: "The hood may seem superfluous to you,
  Mr. Bardale, but I pronounce formal sentence
  to honor what we do and to set it apart from
  frying bacon or passing gas."

  Bardale: "Oh, I respect that, Judge. Only, the
  two of us here, it seems a little like law court,
  you know?"

  Judge: "Mine is not a court of law, Mr. Bardale.
  It is a court of justice. We cannot address every
  case. Our scope is not broad like the common
  court. It is narrower. Deeper. More pure. Our
  judgment final."

  Bardale: "I better get going. We're doing the
  right thing like this. Feels good. I'm real
  grateful, Judge."

[NEXT SCENE: Night, a stretch of road. Sound of something metal hitting
the ground, possibly a lug wrench. Bardale is shown with the fake cast
on his leg, standing near an apparently disabled vehicle, trying to flag
down help from a passing motorist.]

  Motorist: "Oh, dammit!"

[Bardale stands in the middle of the road, causing the motorist to stop
his car.]

  Bardale: "I could really use a hand, mister.
  Come on. Please."

[The motorist frowns but Bardale's pleas win him over. The car door can
be heard opening as well as the warning tones when a door is left ajar.]


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[NEXT SCENE: Outside, a statue is seen, across the street from a federal
building.]


FEDERAL OFFICE BUILDING
DOWNTOWN SEATTLE


[Inside, it is obviously a post office. Several packages travel along a
conveyor belt and are being x-rayed. A young woman keeps her eyes on a
monitor, checking each package while a co-worker is talking to her.]

  Man: "We haven't unrouted anything, 'cause of
  no windows. Yeah, what do you see these days."

[The monitor is shown. Several packages display their contents on the
screen.]

  Man: "Eh, don't mind the no windows after a
  while. Eh, been here six years, working security.
  It's important. You know you're contributing."

[The monitor again is shown. One of the packages contains a human foot
and part of a leg.]

  Woman: "F-f-f-f-foot! Turn it back! Turn the
  belt back!"

  Man: (To the others) "Go for a damn supervisor!
  I ain't got it for this crap. I got training
  for bombs."

[NEXT SCENE: The morgue. The pathologist begins his examination of the
foot found at the post office. Bletcher, Giebelhouse and Teeple are also
present, standing near the examination table. Frank stands near the rear
The pathologist removes a sock which is still on the leg, turns and places
it on a tray that Bletcher offers him.]

  Pathologist: "Well, going by the state of
  decomposition, assuming no refrigeration, I
  put the amputation within the last 36 to 100
  hours."

  Teeple: "Got to be the same guy -- Nearman.
  We made for the others."

[Frank moves in closer.]

  Frank: "Who was the addressee?"

  Teeple: "Guy's name is Philman, widower, due
  to retire this year."

  Frank: "What was the time stamp on the package?"

[Frank looks at the leg. It is the right leg, cut just below the knee.]

  Teeple: "Parcel service guy said it could have
  sat in the drop box over the weekend."

  Giebelhouse: "So much as another five or six
  hours before getting sorted, time and date
  stamped and shipped. Plenty of time for Nearman
  to do it before his accident."

  Teeple: "We're assuming this is the same
  perpetrator. Nothing says different. Nothing
  else makes sense."

  Pathologist: "By the evidence, the time frame
  works. We're seeing the established pattern."

[Frank has two sets of visions. He hears a man's screams throughout both
visions.]

[The first: a man's hands holding a piece of cloth and a bottle of
something, perhaps chloroform. He is dampening the cloth with the bottle's
contents. Frank then sees another man, the victim, screaming. As he does,
the other man stuffs the dampened cloth into his mouth. The man holds the
cloth down with some kind of strap as the terrified victim continues to
struggle.]

  Pathologist: "Amputation occurred while the
  victim was alive."

  Frank: "That's not the established pattern."

[The second: He sees the man cutting through the victim's pant leg with
a linoleum cutter, just below the knee. He sees the blade cut through
the cloth and then through the flesh itself. The victim's eyes are open.
He is alive throughout the procedure but unable to defend himself. The
cloth still in his mouth, the strap holding it in place around his head.
Again, a vision of the pigpen with a trail of blood leading past several
grunting pigs. Lastly, more images of the victim, eyes open and of the
killer's bloodied hand still holding the knife.]

  Frank: "It's the return to the established
  pattern."

[Teeple and Giebelhouse look at one another incredulously.]

  Frank: "The guy who killed the cop, Mellen...
  he didn't do this."

  Bletch: "Then who did?"

  Frank: "Someone else. These impressions on the
  calf... "

[He points to a spot on the foot.]

  Frank: "Was there a sock?"

  Bletch: "Yeah, yeah. Right here, Frank."

[He shows Frank the sock on the tray. It is covered with residue, dirt.]

  Giebelhouse: "We've got our guy. Every piece
  of evidence says he did it."

[Frank picks up an envelope, opens it and hands it to Bletcher to hold
for him. He is wearing rubber gloves.]

  Frank: "No. This is the old pattern. This limb
  belongs to someone who may still be alive."

[He picks up the sock.]

  Frank: "We recess for a debate, that may change."

[He shakes the dirt from the sock onto the tray. Then scrapes up samples
of the dirt into the envelope.]

[In a lab, someone is pouring the dirt sample into a tube, then adding
liquid and a stopper before placing it into a centrifuge. The person is
Cheryl Andrews, who begins the work for her analysis of the sample. In
the background, Penseyres is on the phone. He is sending a fax to Frank,
then speaks to him by phone.]

[Frank's basement. The fax arrives, then the phone rings.]

  Frank: "Yeah."

  Penseyres: "Did you receive my copy of the court
  records?"

  Frank: "I'm looking at them right now."

  Penseyres: "Cements the connection between the
  cop who was killed and the lady who received the
  tongue. The dead police officer, Mellen, was a
  prosecution witness in the Tisman trial. The
  conviction turned on his testimony."

  Frank: "Possibly a false testimony."

  Penseyres: "So Annie Tisman was sent the tongue
  of the cop who looks to have perjured himself
  against her husband. Why?"

  Frank: "I think somebody's righting wrongs."

  Penseyres: "What, a New Age vigilante?"

  Frank: "This person is directing the killer or
  killers and there's nothing new about that."

[Back to the lab, Cheryl begins her analysis. A slide is shown with some
crystalline-shaped objects. She photographs them and turns to a computer
which displays the sample she has just photographed. She begins a search
of the database to find a match for the sample. The computer beeps twice.
A match is found.]

  Cheryl: (To Penseyres) "I've got something
  here."

[The computer screen reads as follows: ]


.99997 POSITIVE MATCH
PRESS ENTER TO CONTINUE


[In Bletcher's office, Cheryl rundowns the analysis of the dirt sample
taken from the sock for Bletcher, who is taking notes.]

  Cheryl: "Soil composition suggests a bog.
  Absence of herbicide and pesticide along with
  the presence of cranberry seeds indicate it
  was once a working cranberry farm, out of
  production a couple of years."

  Bletch: "Giebelhouse!" (He enters the office)
  "I need you to listen to this."

  Cheryl: "Are either of you familiar with Chelan
  County, lieutenant?"

  Bletch: "Chelan County? Yeah, sure."

  Cheryl: "If you get a topo map, we could probably
  narrow this down to a few specific sites."

[NEXT SCENE: A massive search of one of the probable sites is underway.
Helicopters can be heard overhead. Sheriff's department deputies are
everywhere as are Bletcher and his men.]

  Bletch: "Giebelhouse! You keep working this area.
  You two, follow me."

[They move off to an area just ahead of the rest of the search party.]

  Bletch: (To one of the deputies) "The man we're
  looking for is in this area. He could be covered,
  hidden in debris."

[Looking down, Bletcher notices a disturbance in the grass underfoot.
Pulling back the overgrowth, he finds fresh tire tracks leading straight
ahead.]

  Bletch: "One of you get on the radio. I want
  everybody moved down here."

[He runs on ahead with one of the deputies. He stumbles and falls at the
foot of an old oil storage tank. He tries to open the hatch at the side
of the tank, near the top.]

  Bletch: "Where's those E.M.T.s?"

[He finally manages to open the latch. Teeple, Giebelhouse and the others
come running up to the area. Bletcher climbs a ladder soldered on the
side of the tank and flips open the latch door. Looking inside the tank,
he sees a man, with a severed right foot and lots of blood.]

  Bletch: "Get them up here right now!"

  Teeple: "Let's get that stretcher!"

[Bletcher climbs into the tank.]

  Teeple: "Lieutenant! Lieutenant!"

  Bletch: "We found our victim."

[The victim is shown. His eyes are open. He is already dead.]

  Bletch: "There's no rush."

[Back at the morgue, Cheryl Andrews and the pathologist are examining
the remains of the latest victim. Present are Bletcher, Giebelhouse,
Teeple, Frank and Penseyres.]

  Bletch: "How long has he been dead?"

  Cheryl: "Not long. Two hours, maybe, a little
  less."

  Pathologist: "Improvised tourniquet kept him
  alive."

  Cheryl: "Used his own belt."

  Bletch: "Ah, can you imagine? The pain... knowing
  you're going to die."

  Frank: "Those are most probably the orders of
  execution. The killer's following a protocol."

  Penseyres: "Resuming the M.O."

  Bletch: "Orders from whom?"

  Frank: "A controller. Someone calling the shots.
  Out of caution or distaste, he's chosen to avoid
  direct action. Now he's found himself a new
  surrogate."

  Penseyres: "Someone to carry on the killing."

  Frank: "Someone predisposed to alternative theory
  of justice. Disillusioned, credulous, naive... "

  Bletch: "You mean we're looking for two guys
  now?"

  Frank: "The killer's capable of a high level
  of violence, probably someone who's been in the
  justice system once or twice, done time."

  Penseyres: "Ex-con, moves in similar circles
  outside. Limited number of places these people
  go. Limited ways they socialize."

  Bletch: "I think I know the kind of places you
  mean."

[NEXT SCENE: Outside the Tittle Tattle Room. Several motorcycles are
parked outside as Teeple and Giebelhouse drive by. Inside, Frank sits
at a table while Bletcher tries to get information from the bartender.]

  Bletch: "Thanks a lot."

[He returns to the table to sit with Frank, who, all the while, has been
keeping a close eye on everyone in the bar, and everyone who comes in.]

  Bletch: "Nothing. Muscle-head bartenders --
  know nothing and they try to keep it a secret.
  I don't know, Frank."

[Bardale enters and sits at the bar, with his back to Frank. Frank notices
him immediately and doesn't take his eyes off him.]

  Bletch: "We've pretty much done the circuit.
  Even if this controller exists and he recruits
  his guys straight from the joint, doesn't mean
  we're going to find him."

[Bardale turns to stare directly at Frank who returns glance.]

  Bletch: "This might not be the night."

  Frank: "Come on."

  Bletch: "We'll check release and parole records... "

  Frank: "Not now, Bletch."

[They've both risen and Frank heads toward a mirror, buttons up his
jacket and eyes Bardale behind him at the bar, still staring at him.]

[Frank and Bletch sit in their car outside the bar, waiting for Bardale
to come out.]

  Frank: "The killer's inside."


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[Still sitting in their car outside the bar, Frank runs down his assessment
of the killer inside.]

  Frank: "Pale and pasty, hadn't been out of
  doors lately. Relatively recent jailhouse
  `12' tattooed on his neck."

  Bletch: "If he is just out, what makes him
  right? What says he's our guy?"

  Frank: "He recognized us."

  Bletch: (laughs) "I've been told I look like
  a cop. Maybe you do too."

  Frank: "He made eye contact. He didn't just
  know we were law enforcement. He was expecting
  us. He didn't panic."

  Bletch: "Okay, we'll detain him. See what his
  story is."

  Frank: "We want the guy who runs him."

  Bletch: "He'll give that up, sooner or later --
  if he's the killer. And if he is, there's always
  physical evidence, Frank. We'll prove it."

  Frank: "Wait till he comes out, gets in his car."

[Meanwhile, inside the bar, Bardale has called the Judge by phone to tell
him about Frank and Bletcher.]

  Judge: "My judicial privilege shelters you,
  Mr. Bardale."

  Bardale: "Yeah, yeah, but what do I do?"

  Judge: "We cannot be called into account, you
  and I, by a court at perpetual odds with the
  justice that they presume to assure their
  continued existence."

  Bardale: "Sure. There are cops riding circles
  around here and you're on your judicial horse.
  I gotta move."

  Judge: "Shut up, Bardale! Don't let your fear
  make you insolent. You saw the cops in the bar,
  did you? Are they looking for you?" (exhales)
  "You're an afterthought, Bardale. They want me."

  Bardale: "Why? Why would they, Judge?"

  Judge: "Because if you saw them then they saw
  you. If they wanted you, they'd take you and
  they'd convict you. Then they'd miss me. If
  they left you then it's clear they have some
  idea that I exist. I've been wanting to meet
  the man who could find me. They will come to
  me and as I promised, I will protect you. Now,
  do as I say. Take my car. Drive away."

  Bardale: "Okay."

[They both hang up and Bardale heads for the front door. Stops, turns and
looks at the back door. He decides to make a run for it instead of obeying
the Judge's instructions.]

[Outside, Giebelhouse and Teeple pull up beside Frank and Bletcher.]

  Bletch: (To Frank) "Can't wait for this guy
  any longer." (To the detectives) "Go. You've
  got the description."

[Giebelhouse and Teeple search through the bar for Bardale. They find the
open window in the restroom through which Bardale escaped.]

  Teeple: "Didn't go right, didn't go left. Right
  down the middle."

[Still waiting outside till the bar finally closes, Frank and Bletcher
watch as everyone leaves, each taking his car, until only one remains.]

  Frank: "That's got to be it. It's what the
  killer was driving. That's the car that's going
  to lead us to the man in charge."

  Bletch: "It shouldn't. That car should be hot,
  plates stolen."

  Frank: "I have a feeling that the man we're
  after doesn't operate that way."

[Sometime later, after checking the car's registration, it leads them to
the home of the Judge. Bletcher knocks on his door, holds out his badge
and introduces himself. He's got several officers providing back-up with
him.]

  Bletch: "Detective Lieutenant Bletcher, Seattle
  PD. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

  Judge: "I've been expecting you. Come in."

  Bletch: "We'd like to ask you to come with us."

[The Judge looks around at the other officers and notices Frank standing
by the gate, in the shadows. He smiles at Frank.]

[NEXT SCENE: The Public Safety Building. Bletcher speaks with an assistant
DA about the case.]

  ADA: "I've reviewed journals removed from the
  suspect's home. There's definitely material there
  linking him to the body part recipients and the
  victims we've managed to identify. I think he's
  in this."

  Bletch: (smiling) "You're the ADA. Do we charge
  him?"

  ADA: "I called my boss. He said no."

[Bletcher's smile dissolves into a frustrated scowl.]

  ADA: "We don't have enough from the scrapbooks.
  There's over a thousand names but nothing to 
  satisfy motive or intent. Did you get a statement
  from him that we can use?"

  Bletch: "We're working on it."

  ADA: "That's a `no?' "

[In an interrogation room, Teeple, Giebelhouse and Bletcher continue to try
and get the Judge to make a statement, but he's not cooperating. Teeple
leaves the room.]

  Bletch: "Once more... do you recognize this man?"

[He shoves a photograph of Nearman, his face bloodied, at the Judge.]

  Judge: "Once more... it could be Carl, a hired
  man who cared for my hogs. A drifter and an
  alcoholic. I never asked his last name, as I
  said."

[The Judge shoves the photograph away from him, back toward Bletcher.]

  Bletch: "Where is he now?"

  Judge: "In the photo, he looks dead but since
  you won't say, I won't guess."

  Bletch: "We have evidence that, uh, your 'hired
  man' committed at least one murder -- a man
  named Mellen. Does that name sound familiar?"

  Judge: "No."

[Bletcher takes out and shows the Judge a photo of Bardale.]

  Bletch: "This man."

  Judge: "I said it looks something like Mike."

  Giebelhouse: "Another pig guy you barely know?"

  Judge: "Didn't I say so? If that is Mike."

  Bletch: "You said you were a livestock auctioneer... "

[The Judge begins calling a mock-auction in response.]

  Judge: "I got 15 going on 15-5-- 15-5-- 15-5
  for this good steer right here -- thank you,
  sir! Can I 15-50? Will you go to 15-50? Going
  to 15-50 for this steer, thank you... "

  Giebelhouse: "Shut up! Damn!"

[Giebelhouse comes out of the interrogation room to let Frank and Teeple
know what's been happening inside.]

  Giebelhouse: "Well, it's gonna take another ten
  minutes, but guess what? We're going to have to
  cut him loose."

  Teeple: "Who's in there with him?"

  Giebelhouse: "No one. I never took his belt or
  his laces either."

  Frank: "I'd like to talk to him."

  Teeple: "You know that he asked for you last
  night."

  Giebelhouse: "Talk to him. He's going home soon
  anyway."

  Teeple: "He called you `The Outsider.' "

[All three head toward the interrogation room. Giebelhouse opens the door
but only Frank enters. When he does, the Judge rises. Thunder can be heard
throughout.]

  Frank: "Sit down." (They both do.) "What should
  I call you?"

  Judge: " `Judge' is fine. Or the name on the
  report. My name is `Legion.' "

  Frank: " `Legion?' "

  Judge: "When Jesus of Nazareth expelled demons
  from a herd of enchanted hogs, story has it that
  the demons told him their name was `Legion.' How
  would you like to work for me?"

  Frank: "Work? You mean killing."

  Judge: "Every man finds his own path to justice.
  You needn't commit yourself now. The offer's
  open. A month, a year... Many benefits. I know
  you're sometimes scared for your family, your
  wife. There's a child now too, yes?

  Frank: "When you spoke to Bardale, what did you
  say to him when he called you from the bar?"

  Judge: "Bardale -- who can speak to Bardale?
  A slave of echoes. I can talk to you. We're
  after the same thing."

  Frank: "How's that?"

  Judge: "I can show you an absolute justice, an
  unconstrained justice. You'd have freedom to
  act without fear. Bardale and his kindred --
  they fear me, they obey me. Your family would
  be safe from such threats."

  Frank: "Uh-huh."

  Judge: "The police are about to release me. You
  and your group of associates have never been as
  close to me as I've allowed this time. I wanted
  you to hear my offer, feel its truth, see my
  strength."

  Frank: "We're going to find Bardale."

  Judge: "Oh, yes. My congratulations in advance."

[Giebelhouse opens the door to the room.]

  Judge: "Well, it's time to go. And remember,
  the offer's open. And if I'm hard to reach,
  well, don't make the conventional assumptions."
  (He leaves)

  Bletch: "What'd he say?"

  Frank: "He offered me a job."

[NEXT SCENE: The Black residence. Frank sits alone, with an untouched
sandwich -- quiet, pensive. Catherine enters.]

  Catherine: "Something's bothering me all I do
  is eat. Been going on for almost a week, Frank.
  You want to talk about it?"

  Frank: "The man I had Bletcher pick up has
  filed a half a dozen law suits. City's attorney's
  ordered the police to stay away from him."

[Offers his sandwich to Catherine.]

  Frank: "Want this?"

  Catherine: "No, thanks. There's nothing to be
  done, to bring this man to justice?"

  Frank: "He flaunts the system and gets away with
  it, as if his private justice was a higher, purer
  form."

  Catherine: "Then he uses conventional law to
  protect himself."

  Frank: "When you believe in nothing, everything
  is acceptable. It's a game to him. He sits at
  home a free man. He's taunting us."

  Catherine: "What about the accomplice, the man
  you and Bob saw at the bar?"

  Frank: "Can't find him. He may be dead."

  Catherine: "He couldn't be hiding?"

  Frank: "He spent most of his life in jail. He's
  not good at hiding. He'd be seeking his own
  comfort."

[His last thought give him an idea about Bardale's whereabouts. He drives
out to meet Bletcher at a road overlooking the Judge's farm. It is late
at night and very dark.]

  Bletch: "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be
  this close to his place."

  Frank: "I think Bardale's in there. I think
  that's why we can't find him."

  Bletch: "I can't go near there, Frank. I step
  on this man's property and Bardale's not there,
  I put the department and the city in real legal
  trouble."

  Frank: "Stay close by."

[Frank heads toward the house alone.]

  Bletch: "I can't advise you to go there yourself."

[Frank does go on to his car and drives up to the farm. The pigs are
squealing. He steps out from his car and cautiously walks round the
back of the house, slowly making his way toward the door. On the wall,
he finds an envelope taped there with his name on it. Opening it, he
finds a note: `SORRY TO HAVE MISSED YOU. ANOTHER TIME?']

[He proceeds to enter the house. It is completely dark and quiet but he
hears a sound from the kitchen. There he finds Bardale, drinking a beer.
He finishes it, crushes the can and tosses it to the floor.]

  Bardale: "You a cop?"

  Frank: "No, I'm not a cop. I'm a private citizen."

[Bardale walks over to the refrigerator for another beer. He stands in
front of the open refrigerator door, letting the light from it provide
the only illumination in the room.]

  Bardale: "Like me."

[He isn't wearing a shirt and his arms and chest are covered with
tattoos... and cuts and blood. He opens another beer and takes a long
sip.]

  Bardale: "You looking for someone?"

  Frank: "Where's the guy who lives here?

  Bardale: "Around."

[Frank looks around him, finally finds a light switch and turns it on.]

  Frank: "You have nowhere to go."

  Bardale: "Back to prison."

[He pours the cold beer on his back.]

  Bardale: "I was always going back to prison."

  Frank: "Where did you get those cuts?"

  Bardale: "On business."

[Frank has a brief vision of the pigs squealing and human bones strewn
across the pigpen.]

  Bardale: "Man wasn't no judge."

  Frank: "What was he?"

  Bardale: "Well, who cares now. He was no judge
  of me, that's how it turned out."

  Frank: "He betrayed you."

[Bardale sits down at a table and offers Frank a cigarette. Frank refuses.]

  Bardale: "You know in prison you don't have it
  both ways. You're either an inmate or a convict
  -- a man or a piece of worthless crap. Judge
  said the system was worthless crap, then he gets
  in bed with the system. He was a pig... like
  the rest."

  Frank: "He promised to take care of you on the
  outside."

  Bardale: "Who gives a rat's ass. Wasn't what
  he said, it's what he was that mattered. He
  was bitch enough to let the cops take him,
  file law suits after he let them do it. Bitch
  in the heart. Wasn't any kind of judge. Bitch
  was pure pig."

  Frank: "I want you to come outside with me."

  Bardale: "You know what Gary Gilmore said right
  before they shot him? `Let's do it.' "

[NEXT SCENE: The pigpen. The police are everywhere. They have cordoned
off the area. Some are trying to move the pigs out of the pen. Others
have been digging up various human remains.]

[In a police car, Bletcher gets out of the back seat where he has been
trying to get a statement from Bardale, but without success.]

  Bletch: "Okay, Bardale. Have it your way."
  (To the driver) "Get him out of here."

[Other officers are photographing the scene and lighting up some areas
with flashlights.]

  Bletch: (To Frank) "He's not talking to me.
  It's just convict to cop. What did he say to
  you?"

  Frank: "He said the Judge was a pig."

[The grunting pigs can be seen moving around their pen. At their feet are
a dismembered leg and hand.]

  Bletch: "Bardale killed him and put him in
  there."

  Frank: "Probably hamstrung him then dumped him
  in there. Probably."

  Bletch: "You don't know?"

  Frank: (Sighs.) "I don't want to know."

  Bletch: "Frank, the bodies -- the ones we never
  found -- we'll find what there is to find of
  them in there?"

  Frank: "It's over. I'm going home now."

[Frank gets into his Jeep and drives off.]

[The police have unearthed the Judge's body, his eyes still open.]


[The credit fades in from black... ]


Executive Producer: Chris Carter


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[PREVIEW of next week's Millennium -- no image description]

  Voice Over: "The World Trade Center. Oklahoma City.
  That was only the beginning."

  Pierson: "Somewhere out here is a bomb."

  Frank: "And we got about three hours to find it."

  Voice Over: "Go inside the mind of a terrorist... "

  Dees: "People will know who I am."

  Voice Over: "Who can't be stopped."

  Dees: "It's time."

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[End titles roll]


Ten Thirteen Productions
in association with

20th Century Fox Television (R)
A News Corporation Company

Story Editor: Charles Holland

Co-Starring

Michael Puttonen (Pathologist Massey)
David Fredericks (Jonathan Mellen)
Kirsten Williamson (Mail Room Worker)
J.R. Bourne (Carl Nearman)
Donna White (Annie Tisman)
Eva deViveiros (Assistant DA Aquila)
Kate Robbins (Marilyn)
Beverly Elliot (Terry)
Gabe Khouth (Parcel Service Employee)
Los Angeles Casting by Rick Pagano/Debi Maniwiller, C.S.A.
Vancouver Casting by Coreen Mayrs
Original Casting by Randy Stone, C.S.A.
Production Manager: Kathy Gilroy-Sereda
First Assistant Director: Craig Matheson
Second Assistant Director: Jerald Schoenroth
Set Decorator: Erik Gerlund
Art Director: Roxanne Methot
Construction Coordinator: Clare Davis
Script Supervisor: Kimi Webber
Location Manager: Danny McWilliams
Hair Stylist: Brenda Gibson
Makeup Artist: Diane Pelletier
Special Effects Makeup: Lindala Makeup Effects, Inc.
Costume Designer: Diane Widas
Head Painter: Marko Lytviak
Sound Mixer: Patrick Ramsay
Camera Operators: Rod Pridy, Mike Wrinch
Gaffer: Barry Donlevy
Key Grip: Brian Smith
2nd Unit Director of Photography: Les Erskine
Property Master: Kimberley Regent
Special Effects Coordinator: Bob Comer
Stunt Coordinator: Lou Bollo
Transportation Coordinator: James Perenseff
Extras Casting: Lisa Ratke
Assistants to Chris Carter: Mary Astadourian, Joanne Service
Production Coordinator: Toni Pedersen
Casting Associate - Los Angeles: Alfred Gomez
Casting Associate - Vancouver: Heike Brandstatter
Post Production Supervisor: Julie Herlocker
Post Production Sound: West Productions, Inc.
Supervising Sound Editor: Mark R. Crookston
Re-Recording Mixers: James G. Williams, Bryan Gladstone, Don MacDougall
Re-Recording Engineer: Steve Coker
Scoring Mixer: Larold Rebhun
Music Editor: Jeff Charbonneau
Assistant Editors: Robert Hudson, Jim Thomson
On-Line Editor: Brian C. Baxter
DaVinci Colorist: Philip Azenzer
Visual Effects by Area 51
Visual Effects Supervisor: Glenn Campbell
Visual Effects Producer: Tim McHugh
Main Title Sequence by Ramsey McDaniel/Storm Media
Processing by Gastown Film Labs
Telecine by Gastown Post
Electronic Assembly by Encore Video
Camera and Lenses by Clairmont Camera
Vehicles Provided by Chrysler
Filmed on Location in British Columbia, Canada
Presented in Dolby Surround TM where available

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Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation
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