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The good news is this team has had a great deal of success.

The bad news is with success comes attention.

And with attention comes cases like this.

This is Brianna Norton, 28 years old.

A New York -based employment diversity consultant.

She disappeared on a business trip to St. Paul a month ago.

Sounds like a regular case.

Except they won't tell me anything about it. Then how do we know that it was

actually abducted? Because Washington says she was.

But that's all they're willing to say.

And when I pressed them, they told me any details are on a need -to -know

Oh, that's ridiculous. We need to know if they really expect us to find her.

Unless they don't.

Unless it's some kind of a test.

What are they testing?

Not what, who.

Whatever it is, I can take it.

All right.

Let's get started.

Jess, hold on a second.

This is high profile.

There'll be a lot of pressure.

So? So I want to make sure you're ready for it.

I'll be fine.

She's in danger.

If we don't find her, they're going to rip her apart.

See it with the heart and your mind will see.

This dream is

real.

See it with the heart and your mind.

I found the sign that matches Jess's vision. It's an old distillery named

Mawr in Philadelphia.

I'll have the jet ready and on the runway for you.

Thanks, honey.

Hunter, Jack Burgess is an FBI agent that I work with. That is all.

Come on, Jess. The message he left for you sounded like a lot more than that.

You are overreacting, and I am tired, and we can talk about this later, okay?

Fine, fine. Have it your way like we...

Relax.

Jess, please, you're going to attract attention.

Yeah, I might want to. I'm Special Agent Karen Moore, Inspector General's

Office.

Now, can you please close the door?

Why are you in my car?

This investigation has been going on for months now. If I tell you even a piece

of it, it could jeopardize the whole thing.

But I can't just sit and watch it happen without warning you.

You came to the Bureau because you had dreams about missing persons.

Recently, you started having waking visions.

Each one pushing you closer to the edge of insanity.

How do you know that?

You've been able to access their computer files. They've kept very

records about what they're doing to you.

What drugs they're giving you, exact doses, exact results.

Drugs. I don't take drugs.

Who's doing this to me?

The subjects of our investigation are Brooke Haslett and Ellen Coyle.

They were at the bottom rung of the Bureau until they found you.

Now they're using you to resurrect their careers.

No.

I don't believe it. I work with these people. You work for them.

And you mean about as much to them as the guy who cleans the bathrooms.

They're using you to perform unlicensed medical experiments. And the ID's office

would be more than happy to watch it spiral into madness if it lets them

down Haslett and Coyle. Then what are you doing here?

I want to bring them down, too, but not at the cost of your sanity.

If we work together, then... No, I have a better idea. What if I tell Brooke

everything that you just said and let her clear it up?

Oh, if that's what you need to do, I can't stop you. No, you can't.

I accepted that risk when I chose to reveal myself to you.

So do me a favor before you destroy our investigation.

What's that?

Take a hard look around you.

You recognize this guy?

Yeah, he was one of the guys chasing me.

Um, Brianna.

Well, he's not chasing anyone anymore.

He's a corpse. His name's Jack Boyd, the sales rep for a tile company.

His throat was cut and he was left in his rental car. Now the M .O. fits a

string of unsolved killings of business travelers in Cincinnati, Des Moines, and

Kansas City.

I recognize all of these guys from the vision. What is their connection to

Brianna? None that we know of.

No, they're connected. I saw them together and I could feel them chasing

mean Brianna. They were chasing Brianna.

Red claws. Like a hawk, a crab?

Hairy paws. They were like a wolf.

No, a bear.

Okay, all right. What about the hotel? Do you remember anything about the

It's just a hotel.

There's a bed.

A bedspread.

Blue with gold flowers, but they weren't real flowers. They were that French

design.

Faudelie?

Yeah. Is it one of these?

That one.

Makes life a little easier. Hotel chains use custom bed linens. The FBI

maintains a database of the patterns and the fiber composition.

And it is made by Delcourt Linens for the Belmont Crest Hotel chain. There's

more than a couple dozen across the Midwest.

Do you remember anything else?

Yeah, there was this little toy race car. It was going along a track on the

ground.

There's a Belmont Crescent at the racing grounds in Madison, Wisconsin.

I'll get Brooke out there.

I should go, too. No, no, no, no.

I want you here.

I'm going to get a sketch artist in to see if he can work up a description of

your visions.

In the meantime, try to relax.

That vision certainly came at a convenient time.

You're taking a big risk in talking to me here.

Yeah, well, I saw what happened, and I was worried.

My boss has sent me here to gather evidence on Haslett and Coyle, and

I'll do unless you want my protection.

I don't need protection from Brooke.

No, I guess you don't.

You've probably talked it all over with her and everything's fine.

I will.

As soon as she gets back.

Oh, by the way.

How's the coffee?

I hear Coyle brewed it nice and strong.

It's fine.

Kind of makes you wonder, though, doesn't it?

Why he didn't drink any while he kept pouring it down your throat.

Do you

know

this man?

Yes, ma 'am. That's one of our regular guests, Dan Slater.

Suite 2410. Thank you.

Is it Brianna?

You recognize this guy? His name is Dan Slater.

According to his hotel bill, he had dinner and drinks down here last night.

Yeah. Matter of fact, he was sitting right there.

Was he alone?

I wish.

Look, I was chatting up this really hot woman, and then this guy sits down.

I mean, you would have thought he was Tom Cruise, the way she was all over

Five minutes, that's all it took.

Maybe even less, and they're getting on the elevator.

This her?

Yeah, that's her.

Thanks for your help.

Alan, it's Brooke.

We've been played by DC.

Brianna Norton isn't a victim.

She's the killer.

I don't know what smells worse, the decomp or the dead guy's cologne.

What do you think, Agent Hassel?

Deputy Assistant Director Edward Wyrick.

I figured whoever assigned us this case would show up eventually.

Brianna Norton isn't a missing person.

Do you know where she is?

No.

Sounds like a missing person to me.

You forgot to mention the fact that she's a serial killer.

I didn't want to clutter your psychic's mind with anything that might disrupt.

The reception of the signals of whatever it is she gets. You used her.

We pay her, don't we?

Do you ever stop to consider the damage that this might cause, Jeff? You have no

idea how this might affect her. And neither do you.

I think the situation justifies the risk. And so does D .C. What is so

about this case that it's worth toying with her mind?

Brianna Norton's almost one of a kind.

A female serial killer as bad as Ted Bundy or Richard Ramirez.

How long have you been chasing her?

24 -7 for three months.

She was killing one salesman a month. Now it's one a week.

We were tracking roughly behind her two weeks.

Until now.

Thanks to Mastriani, the gap's close to eight hours.

Well, then you don't need Jess anymore.

The hell we don't.

Another body's gonna drop in six days, and we don't know where.

Our orders from the deputy director in D .C. are to continue our investigation

and report all our findings directly to Wyrick and keep the truth about Brianna

away from Jess.

Washington thinks deceiving Jess is the best way to stop Brianna?

The brass in D .C. don't want to do anything that might provoke an emotional

reaction from Jess.

They say it could prevent her from having visions.

That's wrong, Alan.

I know that, Brooke, but we have our orders.

Jess can't know the truth.

Her needs are irrelevant compared to what's at stake here.

Now, Sonny, fill me in on where we are in the case.

There have been five killings in five cities. All the victims have been white

men in their late 20s, early 30s, all good -looking, all business travelers,

killed in their cars, apartments, or hotel rooms. Our latest victim is Dan

Slater, sales rep for a sofa manufacturer. He lived in Toledo, was

two kids.

What does Wyrick know?

They haven't been able to come up with any connections between the victims, and

neither have I.

Now we know why Wyrick means Jess on this.

You didn't tell Coyle and Haslett about our little talk.

How do you know?

Because I haven't been yanked off the investigation.

If Coyle and Brooke are as corrupt as you say they are, then how come they're

still working on the case?

Because all we have is circumstantial evidence. What we need is someone who'll

testify.

If you expect me to cooperate, I have to see the evidence.

We have surveillance photos of them buying psychotropic drugs on the black

market. We've also intercepted emails between Coyle and Haslett discussing the

progress those drugs are having on their friend's dreams.

I need to see it.

All of it.

I have to clear this with my superiors.

You do that.

We don't open for another couple of hours.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'm looking for Jess.

She's not at home or work. She's not answering her cell phone.

The last time you saw her, you had a fight.

It wasn't really a fight. I was just kind of a jerk.

Don't tell me. Tell her.

Jess, you all right?

What are you doing?

Thinking. No time for thinking.

Work.

Your brother Doug is a natural -born boss.

Speaking of bosses, shouldn't you be at your real job?

I'm not going back there.

Does this have to do with Jack Burgess? Because if it does, I'm fine with that.

And I came here to say that I understand and I respect your professional

relationships.

I don't know who's involved.

Agent Moore won't tell me how high up it goes.

How high what goes?

Does Sunny know?

She must. Coyle can't calibrate drug dosages, neither can Brooke.

So they got Sonny. She's an evidence specialist with a psych degree. Oh, my

I can't believe that I did that.

What are you talking about?

They're destroying my mind, Hunter.

They're drugging me. The waking visions are because of them.

I can see the government maybe drugging somebody to get something they want out

of them, but why would they do that to you?

It's not like you weren't...

cooperating with them. I mean, you share every dream that you have with them, no

matter how intimate, right?

Are you saying that I'm crazy?

No, I'm wondering why they would want to drug you.

You're an asset to them. Why would they want to screw with that?

How did you know that I was here?

I didn't. I called your office.

You talked to them?

Well, you weren't there. You weren't at home, and this is where you come when

you're hurting.

They told you to come here?

No. Why don't you go file your report?

Jess. Get out!

Get out!

Hunter, you better go.

You know, Jess, when you came here, you were so upset. I assumed you were having

a fight with Hunter.

But now that I hear what you said, I am really worried.

Are you spying on me too now? Listen to yourself, Jess.

I'm a spy.

Everyone's lying.

They are.

Your friends are conspiring against you. The government is trying to control

your mind with drugs. What does that sound like to you? The truth.

The paranoia?

The sudden distress of the people closest to you. It sounds like Doug used

before he'd lose it completely, and try to hurt himself.

No, this is really happening.

I can see you're scared and hurting and alone, but you don't have to be. I'm

here. I love you.

Why don't you come home?

Stay with us for a while. You'll be safe.

We can talk and sort whatever's going on in your life out together.

Please.

They are lying to me, Mom.

And they're going to stop now.

What are you doing here?

I've got 175 agents nationwide working overtime on this. We've got nothing.

Brianna's disappeared. Her trail's gone up in smoke.

We've only got four days assuming that she doesn't speed up her timetable. We

need a vision.

You can't force just to have a vision. Yes, you can, Agent Haslott, about all

your case files.

Sleep deprivation, drugs, hypnosis.

You tried it once before, try it again. She won't do it. Don't ask.

What do you suggest I do, drug her coffee?

Whatever works.

Excuse me?

Who is that?

He's an agent from out of town, just looking for directions to a good sushi

restaurant.

You're lying.

Partners are supposed to trust each other. When did you stop trusting me?

I haven't stopped.

Then why didn't you tell me something I can believe?

I've always been honest with you, Jess.

Like you are now?

I'm finished with the FBI. You give me a call and you remember how to tell the

truth.

Jess.

You were misled by DC.

We were all misled by that man who just walked out of here, Deputy Assistant

Director Edward Wyrick.

Brianna Norton is a serial killer.

The men in your dreams were her victims.

No, they were after her. You weren't told because we're afraid it would

your vision. We don't find her in four days, another man dies.

I know what I saw. Those men were trying to kill her.

Just tell me the truth.

I am telling you the truth. Why would I lie about this? Because you're afraid

that I'm going to figure out that you've been using me?

That you've been messing with my head to further your career?

Jess, look, I'm sorry that I lied to you.

I

got

approval to show you the evidence.

But it meant admitting I broke cover.

I put my career on the line for you.

Show me what you got.

Tonight, somewhere remote where we won't be seen.

I know a place.

Slater's background is done. And?

Good financial shape, good health, except for high blood pressure, contact

dermatitis. What's that?

Extremely sensitive skin. You blister, you peel. It's usually set off by

perfume, some kinds of metals. It doesn't kill you, it just makes you

uncomfortable. Okay, what else?

I'm analyzing particles from the carpet in Stata's hotel room, hoping Brianna

left something behind we can trace.

Did she?

Probably, but there's been hundreds of people in and out of that room. It's

going to be impossible to figure out what belongs to her or what belongs to

someone else.

Okay.

Sunny, you notice anything odd about Jess lately?

What do you mean?

Well, she flew into a rage.

She was paranoid, accusing us of conspiring against her. She didn't sound

herself.

Considering her family history of mental illness, paranoia is a big warning

sign.

The Bureau has a psychiatrist that specializes in this kind of thing. The

unusual, the gifted, people like Jess.

I'll get her out of here.

Were you followed?

I don't think so.

What is this place?

This is where the vision started.

This is where it all began.

You should know.

Well, I know what's happened since.

They started their secret research program when you had insomnia during a

killer investigation.

They were desperate to make me dream.

They drugged me.

They've been refining their little cocktail ever since.

modifying the dosage for optimum results, charting the clarity of your

It's all in the file.

Jeff?

What are you doing here?

You followed me?

I'm sorry.

The investigation's over now anyway, if you're willing to testify.

You weren't thinking about hurting yourself, were you?

No, actually, I was just reading up on how you're hurting me.

It's all in this file, Brooke.

What file?

The one she gave me.

This is Special Agent Karen Moore from the Inspector General's office.

They know all about the drugs you've been giving me to provoke my vision.

There's no file, Jen.

I'm holding it!

We are the only two people on this bridge. We should leave.

Now.

Jeff.

When you found your brother Doug here, what would you be doing?

Talking to Dad. But your dad had already been dead for a few months, right?

Yeah.

So how did you feel when you were approaching Doug?

I was afraid that if I said the wrong thing that I would lose him.

So what did you do?

I had to show him that what he thought was real...

What

was it?

Oh, God.

Jess is talking to her brother.

She seemed calmer now. I'm glad to hear that, Mrs.

Mastroianni.

She is staying with us, and she's agreed to see Doug's doctor on Monday.

Thanks for being there, Agent Hazlitt.

I think you've done for her.

I'll stop by later, see how she's doing.

Great, thanks.

Is this what it was like for you?

All that crazy stuff I did?

It only looks crazy to you because you didn't see what I saw.

But it was just hallucinations.

Did I just squeeze your hand?

Yeah. How do you know?

Because I felt you and I... You

never know.

I'm pretty good at guessing.

If it feels too terrific to be real, it's probably not.

But this here now, you and me, you know that that's real, right?

Oh, maybe none of it is.

Maybe there's no Doug and no Jess and no Mom, and I'm really in a loony bin

somewhere. But you don't believe that.

The one thing I can always count on, one person who can bring me back, is you.

Not anymore.

Where to?

Sixth. Hurry.

We cannot use Jess anymore.

That isn't for you to say.

She's delusional. She's seeing people who aren't there.

I don't see what's changed.

She's lost her grasp on reality. If we push her any further on this case, she

could lose her mind.

Some guy out there is a few hours away from losing his life.

As long as Mastriani is at least a bit lucid, we need to know what she's

And the fact is, she's not going to stop anyway.

There are no facts when it comes to this kind of thing.

This is Dr. Ellie Tanner, the FBI psychiatrist I told you about. You're

assumptions about her visions based on her past behavior.

That's a mistake.

So what do you suggest we do, Dr. Tanner?

Let me talk to her.

Get a sense of how strong her hold on reality is.

It's a loose grip, at best.

I had a vision.

It's Brianna. Someone's going to kill her.

She told the cabbie sixth.

Did you catch his name?

Taxiing him in the back of the license.

No, I didn't see his name, but the license was blue and it had an arch on

She's in St. Louis.

6th Street, St. Louis.

We're on it.

Just save her.

I'm going to save him.

Who the poor bastard is.

No, she is the one in danger. I told you that.

I'll make sure she's okay.

Task force will take you from here, Agent Haslam.

Why won't anyone help her? I want to help her.

And you too.

Is there someplace we can talk?

You just can't take it, can you? You're not in the room with Jess in the dark

and you're not in St. Louis for the endgame.

I bet that's evidence from Slater's hotel room you're looking at.

How'd you guess?

Her lab smells of his cologne.

Isn't it horrible? He must have spilled that entire bottle over the bed.

Slater couldn't have worn cologne.

He had a skin condition.

Contact dermatitis.

Why did he have cologne on?

Find out if the other victims wore cologne, too. I'm going to Chicago to re

-interview Brianna's mother.

So you think that it's my fault that Francie is dead and that Brianna is

all these men?

Who's Francie?

Brianne is twin sister. She was killed when they were 10.

I was a single mother.

A hostess at Park Lane Hotel restaurant. I was not interested

in getting tied up in any relationships. I just got lonely sometimes.

And so I used to meet people. And sometimes I brought them home.

The nicer ones, the businessmen.

And one of them killed Francie?

Yeah.

He, uh... He tied me up

and... And then it went into the girls' room.

And he made Brianna watch.

While he killed Francie.

And then he told Brianna that he would come back one day and do the

same thing to her.

Is he still out there?

No.

He was caught and tried.

He hanged himself in jail.

How did she handle it?

She withdrew.

She wouldn't talk to anybody except the imaginary playmate that she and Franthe

used to share.

I had to institutionalize her.

And then one day she just snapped out of it. She just looked a doctor in the eye

and said, I'm ready to leave this place. I have things I need to do. And she

did. She just blasted through college. She landed a terrific job.

Mrs. Norton, the man who killed Franthe.

Do you remember if you work alone?

Yeah.

Mm -hmm.

It's what attracted me to him.

I always loved a man who smelled like Kodiak. It was so masculine.

Thank God they don't wear it anymore. It repulses me.

Thanks for your time. If you would, please call me if you hear from Brianna.

I haven't heard from her in years.

When she stopped talking to Karen Moore, she stopped talking to me, too.

Karen Moore.

Brianna and Francie's imaginary playmate.

So, how is she?

Remarkably strong.

Jess is a lot tougher than she looks.

I knew she wasn't as bad off as Brooke made it seem.

She's not. She's much worse.

Oh, sorry.

I've got a thing.

Excuse me? I've got a thing.

What thing?

Just closed doors and locks.

Yes, psychiatrists are neurotic too.

Helps us understand.

Better? Better.

Good.

Headline it for me.

This isn't just starting now.

Jess has been slipping out of contact with reality for some time, several

at least.

Now she's been able to stay in control of herself because she's seen her

go through this for years.

She's afraid she'll become like himself.

Fear gives her strength. Strength hides the symptoms, even from herself.

And then?

Paranoia and delusions take over. The Jess you know will be gone.

Unless... She gets help now.

Talk her through it.

Talk won't be enough. She needs to be hospitalized and medicated.

I know you're not real.

What makes you think that shrink is any more real than me?

I haven't lied to you.

I listened to you.

How many times have you told me that Brianna's in danger, but do they hear

Where did you get that rose?

Oh, it's nothing.

Somebody left it in my hotel room.

Why?

Because you're one of my visions.

And that's how my visions work.

What are you doing?

I think Brianna's in St. Louis.

I'm checking places with white roses of the name or a motif.

They're not going to help her. No one is.

I will.

Not if they put you in a padded cell first.

Jess. Jess!

Alan, listen.

Karen Moore isn't a figment of Jess's imagination. She's a figment of

I don't understand.

Karen Moore was Brianna's imaginary playmate when she was a child. So when

sees her, she's somehow channeling Brianna's thoughts.

Hold on a second, Brooke. This is not my department. I have to get the expert in

here. Get Dr. Tanner in here.

There's another problem, Brooke.

Jess has disappeared.

When? Last few hours.

What's up?

We think we know what's going on with Jess.

Brianna Norton had an imaginary playmate when she was a child. That's who Jess

is being now.

Has Brianna ever been treated for mental illness?

She was institutionalized for two years after she saw her sister murdered by a

man her mother brought home.

That would do it.

So what? Jess is channeling Brianna's paranoid delusions?

Jess isn't losing her mind.

Brianna is.

Actually, they both are. Jess is under enormous mental stress. She could snap

any moment. We have to find her quickly.

Jess used her credit card at the airport 67 minutes ago, bought a ticket to St.

Louis. All right, what time was that flight?

7 .45 and to St. Louis at 8 .50. Okay, it's now 8 .15. The FBI jet is faster

than commercial.

You'll only be a half an hour behind her.

Sonny. Were the other victims wearing cologne?

Yeah, all five, except they didn't all have the bottles filled in the room like

Slater did, so the smell didn't linger.

I'm having the traces chemically analyzed. Don't bother. It's Kodiak.

They still make that stuff?

I thought it went out with a firm bar of the mood ring.

The man who murdered Brianna's sister was wearing Kodiak. She's recreating

night every time she picks a guy up.

She douses him with that cologne to turn him into the killer.

Only now she wins and he dies. That would fit the profile.

Brianna needs the cologne to complete the fantasy, to reverse the terrible

outcome of the past.

If she splashed that cologne on her other five victims, she'll use it on the

sixth. Oh, God. She's not on Sixth Street. She's on her sixth victim.

Hazlitt. There are about a dozen places in St. Louis that still sell Kodiak

cologne. Mostly barbershops and men's clothing stores.

Is there any place near a five -star hotel that sells it? How about inside

The men's store at the Hill Guard, 333 Wazow Avenue.

Call Wyrick. Tell him I'll meet him there.

You're like your sister

What should I do?

Let her in. Maybe she's telling the truth. If she's not, you'll know.

Did he hurt you? He's never going to hurt anyone again.

You see what he really is, don't you?

He wants to kill us.

Just like the others.

It's Francie.

My sister's come back.

She has. We aren't alone.

You count.

This is wrong.

What we're seeing isn't real. It can't be. These are innocent men. No.

No, they're not. They're killers.

Francie would know that better than anybody.

You're not Francie. She's tricking you. She's one of them.

So you're sure this is over? Jess isn't delusional? She never was. Brianna

Norton was delusional. And somehow Jess's visions were channeling Brianna's

paranoid fantasies.

Somehow? I thought you were the expert.

You've worked more closely with Jess than anyone else, Agent Hazlitt.

Do you have any idea how our visions work?

No.

And I'm not unique.

Now, I would like a chance to learn more.

Jess barely survived the FBI's last attempt to test her powers.

I doubt she's ready for another try. I'm not the FBI agent, Hazlitt. I'm a

doctor.

Now, I might be able to help Jess master her abilities to keep something like

this from ever happening again.

It's Jess's call.

I wouldn't do it any other way.

Hey, Jess.

Hi.

How you doing?

I'm a little jumpy still, obviously.

I'm good.

Brooke,

I'm sorry.

You've got nothing to be sorry about.

I do.

But I, uh...

What I thought about you.

I know that you would never do anything to hurt me. I know that.

Jess, look, everything you said was right.

The FBI was using you, telling you lies, playing with your mind, and

I betrayed you by helping them do it.

I may never trust the FBI again, but you were...

You were just trying to save people's lives and you had to make some hard

choices.

I understand that Whatever you think that you did to me

Okay Forgive you