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Denise.

Come and find out.

Don't you want to play with me?

Do you want to hurt me?

You're lying.

How enticing the smell

of cheap perfume can be.

Or is that fear?

I'd like to say I can feeI your pain...

...but I can't.

I can't feeI anything.

I've been deprived of that somehow.

I know what I should feeI.

I just can't feeI it.

You can end this lesson whenever

you wish. Simply ask me to kill you.

She wants to live.

Very well.

Let the lesson commence.

- Denise!

- It's you.

- Hi.

- What's wrong?

I'm fine. I just came to give you this.

- Where did you get this?

- I was there.

What do you mean?

Denise, tell me.

The one thing all the victims

have in common...

- ... is the Fear site.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- He wouldn't use the same site twice.

- Who?

The Doctor.

- Who's the Doctor?

- A skeleton in my closet.

It's a live-cam death site.

That's not like Turnbull.

Why would he watch that?

People love to see death.

Why do you think the ratings are

so high on reality disaster shows?

Maybe it's a way to find out about

death before it's your turn.

I gotta go.

Wait. Do you think you can trace

who's running the site?

- Sure.

- Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.

Denise...

Be carefuI. We'll see you soon.

- Hey, come on.

- Where we going?

I did some reading last night.

- We're looking for Frank Bryant.

- Over there in the back, hon.

- Last table.

- Okay, thanks.

Frank Bryant?

Are you Mr. Frank...

...Bryant?

- How can I help you, officers?

- How did you know we were cops?

Nobody ever says my name

that way except cops.

We're not here to cause

you any trouble.

We read your book,

the parts we could understand.

Really? I didn't realize

my book was still being sold.

- We found it on a dead man.

- A guy named Polidori.

Polidori?

Polidori is dead?

What can you tell us about him?

A good guy.

A decent friend.

Why would he be clutching your book

as if it were the Holy GraiI?

I couldn't make much

sense of it myself.

That's because it was a load of sh*t.

I needed a new car,

so I wrote the book.

I was driving along one day, looking

at the telephone poles and the wires...

...and I came up with this idea.

What would happen if you connected

a whole bunch of computers together?

You'd get one big computer.

Like a supercomputer.

A neuronet.

Polidori and I used to spend

long nights talking about it.

He came to believe that the Web

could receive energy...

- ... store it, send it out.

- Energy. What kind?

- Here you go.

- Thanks, doll.

F*** if I know. I mean, you know...

Negative energy, magnetic fields...

...psychic energy stealing

your souI. You know?

- And?

- Polidori believed he knew...

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