A former FBI profiler with the ability to look inside the mind of a killer begins working for the mysterious Millennium Group.

Teresa: There's a system in place. One that constantly evaluates our youths and our lives with no application of relativity. A 4.0 will succeed, a 2.5 will not. Below 750 on the SATs, and certain doors close. Now quality of person, sense of humor, heart; these are not on any applications. It's all about your numbers... Numbers which tell a young person at 18 they're through, and unless there is some miracle of timing or events, and greatness is stressed upon you, your life is over.
Peter Watts: St. Augustine said that miracles are not contrary to nature, only what we know about nature.
Polaroid Man: I smell bacon, I smell pork. Run little piggy, I got a fork.
Bob Bletcher: What do you see?
Frank Black: I see what the killer sees.
Bob Bletcher: What, like a psychic?
Frank Black: No. I put myself in his head. I become the thing we fear the most.
Bob Bletcher: How?
Frank Black: I become capability. I become the horror. What we know we can become only in our heart of darkness. It's my gift. It's my curse.
[Climbing through cold river, waist deep.]
Bob Bletcher: It's a good thing I already have a family.
Alex Ventoux: God doesn't move us by telling us the facts. He moves us by pains and contradictions. He's given me a lack of understanding: not answers, but questions. An invitation to marvel.
Bob Bletcher: This Millennium Group - They really believe all that stuff - Nostradamus and Revelations, the destruction of the world?
Frank Black: They believe we can't just sit back and hope for a happy ending.
Peter Watts: You know, that for almost the entire history of Western civilization this month has been a holy time. The Druids, winter solstice, Hannakah, the Romans converted Saternali into Christmas. Imagine that, Christ wasn't even born on this day. Maybe not even ninteen hundred ninety-seven years ago. So no one knows for sure when the millennium really begins. And how much time is left.
Detective Roger Kamm: So you're the guy that caught the guy...
Frank Black: Leon Cole Pigget.
Detective Roger Kamm: I was always curious - how did he prepare them?
Frank Black: In a skillet with potatoes and onions.
Barman: What can I get'cha?
The Judge: Rain without, rain within. A glass of water.
Agent Devlin: Everybody's got a theory on the increasing violence in our society.
Agent Emmerich: My wife thinks it's the artificial hormones in beef.
Agent Devlin: What's your take?
Frank Black: I don't think it's the beef.
Frank Black: The killer doesn't see the world like everyone else.
Bob Bletcher: How does he see it?
Frank Black: Differently.
Catherine Black: Your gift gave you a nervous breakdown. This gift makes you see horrible images. It's turning you away from your family, from your daughter. It's caused you to turn to the Millennium Group. Frank, you never even consider that this gift that you have could be lying to you. What is it going to do to Jordan? I want her to have a chance. I want a childhood free from this. I want her to know she has somewhere to turn other than within herself...
Frank Black: All I ask is that I go before my daughter.
Frank Black: I'm not here to educate you.
Therapist: Why are you here, Frank? You're here because you have people that need you to get well.
Frank Black: I'm not sure if I want to get well this time.
Frank Black: We live in a world where too many people won't go far enough... won't do what they know is right... what they believe. I don't know how or why it got this way but the world has become so complicated, to involve yourself in someone else's problems is to invite them needlessly on yourself.
Frank Black: It is prophesied that when the end comes, it will come in darkness: a catastrophe all foresaw but few believed. Most of us will battle too late against the chaos, but not the few, the radical few, who obey no discipline. Unencumbered by conscience, they prepare ruthlessly pursuing their own preservation. If they survive, the rest of us perish.
William Garry: Do you know what it's like to scream in silence three hundred and sixty five days of the year?
Lara Means: There's no such thing as an ex-Marine.
Detective: Someone pulled a John Wayne Bobbit, post mortem.
Emma Hollis: It's not an uncommon mutilation.
Detective: Well, that's comforting.
Frank Black: I'm having these nightmares, visions, that are the manifestation of pure evil.
The Old Man: We must respect evil, and we must make evil respect us.
Frank Black: We all make believe.
Tom Black: I feel nothing. There's nothing inside. None of this is real.
Detective Giebelhouse: He's a damn saint.
Frank Black: Or worse.
[entering his voice activated computer password]
Peter Watts: My God, it's full of stars.
The Old Man: Serial killers, mass murderers, it's all genetics. Inevitability. You have no idea about... true evil.
[Catherine is in Frank's study.]
Catherine Black: I just always feel like a trespasser down here.
Frank Black: Neither of us should feel at home with what I do.
Bob Bletcher: If it was 500 years ago, you'd have been burned as a witch.
Frank Black: Nothing I do is magic, Bob.
Bob Bletcher: Yeah, a lot of people shouted just that from the middle of a bonfire.
The Old Man: The time is near.
[The Old Man's Millennium Group password on a micro cassette recording wielded by Peter Watts]
Jose Chung: I humbly add my own prophecy of what the dawn of the new millennium shall bring forth: one thousand years of the same old crap.
Jose Chung: Unlike profiling serial killers, writing is a lonely and depressing profession.
Catherine's Rapist: Would you, could you, die for God?
Frank Black: I'm not depressed. Just quiet.
Jordan Black: Will we always be together?
Frank Black: Of course.
Jordan Black: Forever?
Frank Black: Well, nobody gets forever.