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Be a man.

You can do better than that.

Hey,

hi. I just got your page at the movies with Hunter.

You didn't tell me you installed a subwoofer in this thing. It's like

fire alarm clipped to my hip. The body of a missing person was found in Chicago

yesterday.

Oh, my God.

We need your help, Jess.

Well, the visions that I have in my dreams, they're all about missing

You've already found this guy.

What do you want me to do?

You can help us find the next victim.

It's with tape to the body.

You were too late. Now there's another one.

Tick -tock.

This dream is real.

Take a look around, the truth will be revealed.

Three days ago, Manny Clark, 32 -year -old insurance broker, disappeared from

his girlfriend's condo in Chicago.

She found this photograph in her refrigerator.

It says expiration date, Sunday, 5 a .m.

This morning, Manny Clark's body was found in a dumpster. He suffocated in an

enclosed space.

Wrists were bound with rope. Ashes were found on his clothes.

There was a note on the body.

You were too late. Now there's another one.

Tick -tock.

Clearly, there's another victim, and the clock started winding down when Manny

Clark died.

Chicago's ME puts Clark's time of death at 5 a .m., exactly 72 hours after he

was kidnapped.

It's 5 p .m. now. We've already lost 12 hours, so we have 60 hours to find our

missing person.

Logistics, contact VICAP, see if this MO has turned up anywhere else.

Deep background, I want you to look into every aspect of Manny Clark's life and

see if that ties into anyone who has vanished.

Forensics, I need you to examine the work done by the Chicago CSI.

Give them any help they may need.

Okay, so we have to find a missing person, but we don't know who's missing?

That's about the size of it.

This is everyone reported missing in the Chicago area in the last 48 hours.

Ordinarily, we wouldn't be tackling half of these, but one of them could be our

victim. Everyone has their assignments.

Keep me updated every 20 minutes.

Brooke, I don't know if I can do this. No, it's hard, Jess. No, it might not

even be possible. I mean, I was hit by lightning one night and I woke up with

visions of missing people. I have no idea how it works or why.

It's your life depending on it. You've got to try. Yeah, I will, but what if I

dream about one of these people and it's not the next victim? Let's hope that

doesn't happen.

Young lady, where are you?

Doug, what are you doing in my apartment?

You mean a tie for my astonishing impression of mom?

Look, I do not care if you are my brother. You cannot just break into my

I rearranged your spice cabinet.

I don't have a spice cabinet. Well, you do now.

By the way, you're running low on a couple of spices?

I need a list.

You didn't come over to rearrange my cabinets.

You always get compulsive when you're upset.

Are you fighting with Mom again?

No, it's not a fight.

Good. It's a principled stand.

Doug. I know I have a mental condition. I'm aware I need a certain level of

medication. But I have a right to my feelings. Even if you can't understand

them, the new pill?

Mother, everything.

I won't take them.

Mom doesn't know that you're here, does she? I didn't copy her on my itinerary.

Doug, I really can't deal with this right now. You give Mom a call. Tell her

that you're here.

I have work to do.

It's okay. It was just a dream.

No, it wasn't.

What's this?

It was left for you at the front desk. I just happened to be passing by, so I

thought I'd save you a trip.

You're just nosy. I'm jealous.

Alfie doesn't send me gifts like when we were first married. Now he's down to

four or five a month.

Someone likes a warm bath. Is it for one or two?

I'm a shower person myself.

There's no card.

I can dust it for prints if you like. Honey, don't you have work to do?

Yes, ma 'am.

She's the one.

I saw her in my dream.

Excuse me, will I?

Married, 44, mother of two, was reported missing yesterday afternoon.

By your husband, Kenneth.

Did you see anything else?

Nothing.

You sure?

Her face was cloudy.

What do you mean?

Hard to see or out of focus?

No, uh, no. It was like a cloud. It was like a swirling fog of a face.

Okay. What else?

There was nothing else?

Nothing at all.

I don't know. I woke up and the dream was gone.

And I tried to think back on it and there was nothing.

Jess, any detail, no matter how small, could be crucial.

I don't remember.

Okay.

Then you better come with me.

Where are we going?

Susan Willard's house in Chicago.

Maybe it'll give you more to dream about.

Look, something's really wrong, right?

Why do you say that, Mr. Wilhite? Well, yesterday, when I called the police,

they just took my name.

Told me to call back after three days if Susan wasn't still home. But now, I

mean, now I've... We're just trying to find your wife, sir.

Make sure you dust the windows inside and out for print.

Look, that's only half a sentence, right?

I mean, you just want to find my wife before?

Because, in case of? I mean, what's the part you're not telling me? Mr. Wilhite,

have a seat.

Just hang on for a second.

Have whatever you've racked up from the carpet sent directly to our lab in

Indianapolis.

Why don't you tell me where you were when your wife disappeared?

I took the kids to church and out for breakfast.

Less than 12 hours after you returned from Disney World? What difference does

make? I have to ask these questions, sir.

Until we find out what happened, I have no idea what's important and what isn't.

Okay.

Well, uh...

After four days of unadulterated consumerism, Susan thought that Thomas

Lizzie should be reminded of what's really important.

Why didn't she go with you?

Let her sleep.

She'd been on a hold with the airlines half the night.

What for?

They lost one of our bags.

One with all our souvenirs in it, of course.

And Susan, she wanted to get it back before the kids realized it was gone.

And yes, that's another reason for going to church.

Agent Haslam?

Special Agent Chet Riker, Chicago office.

What's up?

There's something I need you to see.

It was found in this drawer.

Why didn't the police find it?

No reason to look.

They don't consider it an active case until the subject's been gone three

Which means they'll start looking for her as soon as she's dead.

We've got 48 hours to find her.

Sonny, what do we have?

Manny Clark lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn, worked for First Fidelity

Manhattan, and traveled frequently often to Chicago, where his girlfriend, Carol

Talman, is a medical supplies rep with Allied MedTech. He visited her this time

on his way back from a business trip to Houston.

Okay. Contact the local police in our field office in Houston. I want them to

retrace every move Clark made. If he bought a hot dog on the street, I want

know who he bought it from and what he...

What about forensic evidence?

The rope used to bind his wrist was a twisted synthetic fiber, a Dacron and

polypropylene blend made by the Time Master Company and sold under a variety

names at any hardware store.

Any chance of tracing it?

350 ,000 feet were sold in Illinois this month.

Great. What else?

Manny Clark.

The ashes found on his body were from some kind of refined grain. Again, it's

nothing unique or traceable on its own.

The killer was burning grain?

Why?

It could be some kind of ritual sacrifice. Pagan, Apollonian, even

Or maybe he was making breakfast and overcooked his oatmeal.

Now, what do we have on Susan Wilhite?

Susan Wilhite.

Full -time mother, amateur potter, husband Kenneth owns a small chain of

stores. Did she or any member of her family ever do business with First

Fidelity? Uh, no.

And as far as I can tell, they haven't used an allied medtech product either.

There's got to be some connection.

between Manny Clark and Susan Wilhite.

So far, all we can confirm is that they are both members of the human race who

happen to be in Chicago.

I'd really like to narrow that down, Sonny.

The killer chose these two for a reason.

We find it, we find him.

Thanks.

It's not.

Well, it will.

Soon, I hope.

I know we can find her in 47 hours, but I don't know if we can find her without

some help.

Yeah, I'm trying.

You know, I don't know anything about visions, but I bet they're a lot like

tennis.

When I'm relaxed, I can serve that ball and make it land wherever I want.

But when it really matters, I start to try, I start to think, and then it all

goes to hell.

Well, isn't thinking a good thing? Not in tennis.

It's got to come from the subconscious. Thinking just gets in the way.

Yeah, thinking is not my problem. I can't sleep.

Well, you're a lot of pressure, Jess.

We'll be home soon. I'm sure once you're in the comfort of your own bed, you'll

be able to sleep fine.

What's going on?

You don't have any idea what's going on.

Do you want to go back to the hospital?

I want to think for myself.

Like last time? Do you remember what happened last time, Doug? I was...

How long were you going to let him hide here, huh?

Did you even think that I was going out of my mind worrying?

Mom, he said he was going to call you. I really need to sleep, okay?

Don't take those pills. You know better than to take his word on something like

that. How irresponsible.

You can't force me to do this.

Not with your sister enabling your illness, I can't. Leave Jess out of

She's already in it. Okay, can you guys stop it? There is a woman out there with

a husband and two kids who are waiting for her to come home, and she is not

coming home.

She is going to die unless I help find her, and I can't. I cannot do that

I can sleep and you guys won't let me.

We

have

a new gadget here. It's called a computer.

Yeah, I remember that when I want to play solitaire. I have to see the

connection, have it all in front of me. Maybe there is no connection. Maybe it's

completely random. No, no such thing.

There's a reason these two were chosen. Then why didn't the computer find it?

Because the computer only searches for what we tell it to find. Maybe the

connection's only in the killer's mind.

The anagram, a pun, a metaphor.

Something the computer's not programmed to look for.

Well, whatever it is, Washington wants to hear we're going to find this woman

alive.

Maybe it's time we lower their expectations.

Or maybe it's so obvious. I looked right past it.

Mandy Clark came from Houston.

Susan Willight was in Orlando on vacation.

The one thing they have in common, they both flew into O 'Hare.

Along with half a million other people.

That's why the computer didn't kick it out. It's not specific enough to be a

useful match.

Exactly.

At least tell me they flew in on the same airline.

That'd be nice.

Different airlines, different days, different terminals.

What about ground transportation?

Manny Clark rented a car, Susan Willight's minivan was in long -term

all we have to do is go through thousands of airport employees, hundreds

thousands of passengers, and we got our guy.

Stan, I need you to talk to the Transportation Security Administration.

background on everybody that works at O 'Hare. Sonny, I need airport security

camera footage from one hour before to an hour after each victim arrived at O

'Hare. Which cameras? All of them. Will you talk to them for me, please? We'll

find the connection.

Maybe in a month, not 45 hours.

I'll have to alert DP to expect another victim. Alan, we still have time.

You're dreaming.

More importantly, is she?

I'm trying.

I know, but we're running out of time.

Do you think I don't know that?

Do you think I don't care?

Jet, what you know and what you care about doesn't matter right now. All that

matters is finding that woman.

I woke up and I had this gift.

I could see people in trouble and I could help them, but I cannot make it

happen. And right now it does not feel like a gift.

You've helped save lives. No, I haven't. It's the thing that happens when I'm

sleeping. I don't understand it.

As long as you're getting results.

But I'm not.

I don't know how to summon a vision. I can't control this power.

It's like a TV.

You know, it's fine if I'm working. I can give you whatever you want. But

somebody comes over and plugs in the cable, I am an empty box.

You're right.

Great.

Two votes for the empty box.

Look, Jess.

Maybe we have taken your gift for granted.

Okay? And that's not fair to you.

But we can't... Jess.

We cannot deal with that right now.

We have to find Susan Wilhite.

Look, I don't know what to do.

Every time I close my eyes...

There's

one thing we haven't tried yet.

Inducing sleep medically.

Drugs.

I don't even like taking aspirin for a headache. We have to try this.

Hello?

Hi, Hunter. How are you?

Yeah, I'd love to hang out tonight. The thing is, I'm a little tied up right

now.

Yeah, I don't know about tomorrow either.

But I'd really love to see you, so I'll call you, okay?

Yeah. Bye -bye.

So, I did not realize that there was going to be a needle involved.

Can I just take a sleeping pill with a glass of warm milk or something?

Well, if all we needed was a good night's sleep, but we need to control

you're under, and we need to wake you as soon as you emerge from that REM state.

Well, I always wondered if that would hurt.

And it does.

In a minute, you won't feel anything.

Will you talk with me until then?

Sure.

What do you want to talk about?

How about Sunny?

What do you know about her?

Enough to give her the job.

She's a brilliant analyst.

She was on the fast track in D .C.

What knocked her off?

Husband's promotion.

Software company he worked for.

Sent him out here a few years ago, so she requested a transfer, too.

Maybe she just didn't care what track she was on.

You don't become a PhD at 25 just to have something to hang on your wall.

Yeah, she's an achiever.

You mean she's like you?

Only in my case, it was a law degree.

You never told me you were a lawyer.

We all have our dark secrets, don't we?

I worked in the DA's office in D .C.

Wow.

Yeah.

Only I found there were too many compromises, cutting too many deals.

I was interested in justice, so I joined the FBI.

See, that's the kind of thing you need friends to talk about.

I have lots of friends.

Yeah, but they're in D .C.

You're in a new town. You need friends.

I've got the mystery guy.

What mystery guy? I don't know. That's why it's an interesting.

I don't know what's silly, but it's kind of romantic.

I could find out who it is.

I mean, it is what I do for a living, but I'm afraid if I find out, it'll ruin

it.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. It's okay.

What's this?

Coyle ordered me to contact the Chicago PD and get copies of all missing persons

reports as they come in.

So he's giving up on Susan Wilhite and moving on to the next victim.

Do you think we're going to fail?

I don't think so. I think he's protecting us from their expectations.

Just buying us some time.

I didn't think of it that way.

Yeah, okay. What do you got?

Joshua Tate, 15, packed his things, left an email for his parents saying he was

going to LA to become a star.

Tom Banks, 29, didn't show up at an atmospheric science symposium to deliver

paper on linear eddies of cumulus cloud formation.

Charlie Pruitt, 54, cumulus clouds, who was that?

Tom Banks.

Tom Banks.

Did he fly into O 'Hare?

A fluent from Rochester. What's your son's interest in atmospheric sciences?

Just that Susan will hide his face in her dream with like a cloud.

That's a stretch.

Honey, we are using her dreams to help our kids. There's nothing that's a

stretch anymore.

Mr. Banks checked in Saturday morning. According to the major services this

floor, the room hasn't been used. Chicago PD secured the crime scene. It

been compromised.

No one asked about why he was not in the room?

People mean people.

Liaisons. No one mean.

According to the hotel manager, it's not unusual for a guest at one of these

events not to occupy their own room for several days.

No one noticed he was gone until his speech.

Looks like we found victim number three.

Victim number two.

Expiration date, Tuesday, 9 a .m.

What?

Tom Banks was taken 24 hours before Susan Wilhite.

Our time is cut in half.

Sixty hours from now, this guy is going to die.

Good night, whatever.

Oh, hey, hey, this isn't for you.

What? You can't have any of this coffee.

Look, I may not have a badge, but I am a full member of this team, and I can

drink from the same pot as the special agents, all right?

You really think a caffeine jolt is going to help you sleep?

Oh, right.

Yeah, sorry.

I, uh, I've never been sedated before. I guess it makes me cranky.

Stupid. You're allowed.

I didn't dream.

I know.

We were watching your EEG.

I want to sleep.

I want to dream, but every time I close my eyes, I'm freaking out, and my heart

is pounding. I can't breathe, and I'm dizzy.

That's okay. You did what you could.

I want to do more.

Yeah, but the little bit you gave us helped a lot.

There's been another victim. His name is Tom Banks, and he's only got ten hours

left.

Just ten hours? I don't understand.

The killer snatched him before Susan Wilhite, but we wouldn't know about him

all if it wasn't for your cloud -faced vision thing.

You did good.

Thanks for your help.

Brooke. Yeah. Can I give you some unsolicited advice?

Will it help me find Susan Willite and Tom Banks before they expire?

It might.

Advise away.

I think you should talk to Jess. She keeps having panic attacks whenever she

tries to sleep.

What's she afraid of?

Well, if I had to guess, I'd say something scared her a long time ago.

her so bad she completely buried the memory until she saw something in the

vision that tapped her fear, and now her mind has shut off access to her

subconscious rather than deal with whatever it is she buried.

That's some guess.

My mom's a shrink. Try dealing with that.

And I've studied psychology a little, just so I can win an argument with her

once in a while.

What do you recommend we do about Jess?

Get her with a therapist, someone who could earn her trust, someone who can

her face her crippling fear. Let's do it.

Great. Once we find the right therapist, it should only take a couple months to

work through her issues, unless, of course, the therapist is a Freudian,

could be decades. We have 14 hours.

So let's jumpstart it.

Let's put her in a room with someone she already trusts, someone she feels safe

with. A friend.

Hey, she's only known me for a few weeks. Why would she even think of me as

close friend? Maybe if you treat her as one. You share with her. You bond.

Okay, fine.

But since this is your idea, you're going to be there, too.

All right.

All right.

The Bureau has a therapist on retainer, so I'll book some time.

Good. Show me what you got on Tom Banks.

Hmm. Tom Banks.

He came from Rochester for a week -long climatology convention. He's carrying

two mortgages, cup of thaw, credit card debt, married 13 years, faithful as far

as anyone can tell, and his wife's been notified she's flying in.

He's supposed to be here for a week?

Yeah. There's only one bag in his hotel room, laptop carry -on. I'm thinking

even atmospheric scientists like to change their underwear once in a while.

There.

Susan, Wilhite's husband said she was on the phone for three hours with the

airline the day she disappeared.

They lost her suitcase.

That's our connection.

I'm going to call to see if Manny Clark and Tom Banks also reported lost bags.

Don't wait for results. Call Riker in Chicago. Tell him to look into the

handlers who worked those flights.

Hey, fellas, can I talk to you a minute?

Talk slow. We're paid by the hour.

I'm on a clock, too, only I don't have time to spare.

You don't look like you caught your time card.

Check right in your FBI.

It's still alive?

Or have they already expired?

I suppose some of the batteries are still cut.

They were stealing electronics out of luggage?

Bags break, things fall out.

I keep them here as a customer service so they don't get lost.

The other two baggage handlers that were with you today, did they also work

Thursday morning, Saturday morning, and Sunday afternoon?

Yeah, them and Earl. He hasn't been around today, though.

We need to find Earl.

Jess.

Nothing's happened yet, but I'm sure it will. What's up?

Did Sunny say that she was setting up a session with you as therapist?

Yeah, and I like that plan even less than the medication.

What you said before, when you were on the medication, about me not having any

friends here, you were right.

And the fact is that I really don't.

I have much time for friends. My work keeps me too busy.

Always?

No, not always. When I was in college, one of my closest friends was my

roommate. Her name was Alice.

And Alice and I were very friendly.

We were good friends.

This is ridiculous.

What is this whole thing? It's Sunny's idea. I share with you, and then we

and then you feel like you have a friend in the therapy session, and then boom,

your panic attacks are gone.

Yeah, I don't think it's going to be that easy.

I don't think so either.

So what happened with Alice?

Nothing. She just died. She died.

That's why you joined the FBI. She was murdered?

Oh, no, no. She died of cancer. She was 22.

That must have been hard, having her suffer like that.

No, actually, it was okay.

I was all right.

I didn't fear or think about her, because when I did, I couldn't breathe

just want to run.

Panic attacks, like me.

How did you get over them?

She died.

You know, I was there when she went.

over heavily.

Tell me where they are.

Get him out of here.

Riker, I'll talk to him downtown.

House is clear.

Take this place apart.

Down to the studs.

Is it him?

Oh yeah, it's him.

These are his trophies.

Earl Pevney, a .k .a. Arnold Erskine, has been in and out of mental

his whole life. He started torturing animals when he was a teenager and then

graduated to attempted rape, attempted kidnapping, and attempted murder.

Looks like he finally got it right.

Well, why did he wait until now to start taunting the police?

Because he wasn't getting the attention that he wanted before.

Before? He lived in Baltimore and Detroit.

Changed his ID and moved to Chicago.

BiCap has found killings in both cities. That matches them all.

So you refused to lawyer.

Does that mean you ready to confess?

Why bother, actually? We know everything.

Your garage was full of stolen luggage, including bags that belonged to Manny

Clark, Susan Wilhite, Tom Banks.

We know you grabbed them when you went to deliver their lost luggage.

We even know why you picked them.

We saw your trophy collection.

Or was it a scavenger hunt for you?

Going through their bags, looking for a baseball cap.

Tell me, Earl, what is it about baseball hazard? gets you off inflatable women

too intimidating for you you put them someplace where they would run out of

didn't you if you don't help me they're gonna kill you

don't drop me down they'll give you that needle

fake yourself just tell me where they are

I want to know where Pebney was every second of the last three days. Somebody

must have seen something.

Let's go.

The therapist is

here. He's ready to work through this with you.

Get to the root of your panic attack.

I don't want to do this.

What can I do to help?

me how you did it did what well you said that you were there when your friend

Alice died but the panic attacks didn't go away until she was already gone so

how did you conquer the fear I didn't I just realized if I gave into it I would

lose the last chance to be my best friend I didn't get over the fear Jess I

got through it

Let's try this session.

Just relax.

Let yourself go.

Yeah, easy for you to say.

Take deep breaths.

Let them out slowly.

Imagine yourself floating gently on the water.

Jess, you are so relaxed.

Your senses are heightened.

Your hearing, your taste, your memory.

Let's find that place, Jess.

That place that makes you so afraid.

What scared you?

I was falling.

Where?

It was dark, that's all I know.

But I don't mind the falling.

It's the laughter.

Who's laughing?

It's Doug.

He's laughing at me.

Because you're falling?

I don't know. It's a dream.

It's something real, Jess.

Something you don't want to remember.

It's dark.

And I'm all alone.

Oh, God.

I can't move.

I can't do this. I can't.

Where are you?

Can you put me in here?

And he locked the door, and he's never coming back.

Why won't he come back?

Why did he lock me in the... In the what?

The crossbase.

In the basement, he, uh... He talked me into climbing in, and then he locked the

door behind me.

I was there for hours. Oh, my God. I couldn't have been more than three. I

believe I didn't remember that.

You all right?

Jess, it's all right.

You're in control.

No, I'm not.

I had a vision just now.

No,

but I'm awake.

I've never seen this.

Tell me about it.

It felt like an enormous shove. Tell me what you saw.

I was locked in some sort of crematorium.

And I was covered in white powder.

I couldn't breathe.

The ass that was found on Manny Clark, what was it?

It was some kind of refined grain pasta cereal.

Flour. You were covered in flour.

You didn't see a crematorium. You saw an oven. Have any tie to any kind of

restaurant, bakery, anything?

His father worked for Wiedermeyer Bakery for 25 years. They closed down in 97.

Have a medical team meet us there.

Jess.

Thank you.

He's safe now. We're FBI.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Agent Riker, good

job. Appreciate it.

My pleasure.

Haven't had a chance to tackle anybody since high school.

Still lost the regionals, though.

Well, we won this one.

Thank you for bringing her home safely.

That's what we do, Mr. Wilhite.

I think this time you did a little more.

You'll always be in our prayers.

So this thing I have...

If it ever scares me again, just remind me that whatever I am feeling, it

doesn't matter. It is not about me.

Yeah, it is.

Visions are a part of you.

Yeah, but what happens if I ignore what I see?

Or I'm just too scared to look at it? I mean, who gets hurt? It's not me.

Well, Jess, you're learning more about your visions every day.

Today you tapped into them because you wanted to.

Oh, come on. I have no idea how I tapped into them. I mean, I was half

-conscious and terrified. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do that again.

But you did do it.

Today is just the beginning of the journey.

Good. Good. So now I'll never know when a vision's going to hit.

It's what it felt like, you know?

Like being hit.

At least when I was asleep, I didn't feel it.

Yeah, but you also couldn't control them.

Maybe you will soon.

And what if they begin to control me instead?

I've got to make sure that doesn't happen.

I'm sorry I locked you under the stairs.

Well, why didn't you just let me out? I must have been screaming.

I tried, but I couldn't.

Well, why didn't you get Mom and Dad?

Because I was embarrassed.

It's hard to admit you lost your only sister.

And then, well, I forgot.

You forgot.

I had a lot going on back then.

I think I know why you won't take your new meds.

I doubt it.

Sometimes what you see in your head scares you, freaks you out.

But when the meds take it away, you know, nothing replaces it. It's just

void.

You end up living there.

Everything becomes empty.

You'd rather be sick than dead inside.

Well, why do you have to be either?

Well, what's the alternative?

I accept the fact that you're going to have to be on meds for a long time.

Maybe forever.

And just start working with Mom and the doctors to find a level that you're

comfortable with.

They never listen to me.

They will if you stop shouting and just start talking.

You just have to go home and deal with mom.

Work out a compromise.

Can you be the compromise?

No, you can always come here.

Did you know your brand was full of raisins?

It took me a while, but I think I got them all out.