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Check the bushes for shell casings.

Beautiful day, Doc.

Detective!

Hey, new glasses.

I lose track.

I like them.

Bring out your eyes.

What exactly can I do for you, Detective?

We can start with time of death.

Great. Around 10 a .m. Just before the guy found her.

How fast before we get back to Slug?

Mid -afternoon.

She's third in line.

People die.

I mentioned I like the new glasses, right?

I'll see what I can do.

I'll owe you one.

Don't think I'm not counting.

Some of the people just didn't speak English.

So get a couple of translators and run the canvas again. I need to know if

anyone heard the shot.

Roland.

No, Dr. Weston isn't here. She left a couple hours ago.

Back to the morgue. Where else would she take a dead body?

What?

Can't be.

You got everything on the search?

Yeah, and then some roadblocked her support.

What about Dr. Weston? Was she acting strangely today? Any kind of stress?

You mean, did she disappear on her own?

No. She's a total pro.

She's gone. Someone took her.

And her driver and her corpse.

Does she have enemies?

Testified against bad guys for 11 years. What do you think?

What about her driver, Ray McCann? Don't know. He's new.

But the M .E.'s office runs pretty thorough background on people.

Okay, then.

Thanks. We're on it.

Tell me what you got.

Geography on the body of a young woman. Cops were on scene within five minutes.

Dr. Wesson got here maybe 15 minutes later, did her exam, left the body just

before 11 a .m. Who was the victim? Unidentified, blonde, mid -20s, single

gunshot wound to the back.

Don't know much about the slug because we no longer have a body. The back,

Yeah. Blood splattered on the grass says she was in motion.

Somebody was chasing her. They shot her in the middle of the park without

anybody seeing. Either they timed it well or they got very lucky.

Yeah. Came through the park right over there.

I don't know for sure. You ask.

There's thousands of footprints fell over the place, right?

There's only two sets going through the flower bed. Long strides, two people

running. So Jagger would have run around the flowers, but somebody running for

her life wouldn't care, right? All right, we got one set of high heels.

Yeah, and the other set is someone heavier. A male with thick, flat soles.

this woman runs, getting away from someone.

He chases her into a public park, takes her down with one shot.

Well, what if the guy hung around?

Well, what if he followed the morgue van after it left and then hijacked it to

get at the body? But why?

So it couldn't be used as evidence against him?

Taking the body doesn't mean the shooter gets away with it.

The body's only one piece of evidence. There's crime scene photos, there's

samples, potential witnesses.

If you want to know what I think... Dr. Weston's a likely target for kidnapping.

Maybe somebody didn't want to understand.

Whoever the bandjacker was after, he ended up with some excess human baggage.

We don't find them all pretty soon. That corpse is going to have company.

The driver's clean.

He's working in the morgue while I go to med school.

Listen to this.

I hope you eat rat poison and die real slow, just like in my dreams.

One of Dr. Weston's fan letters from a guy she helped put away three years ago.

That's creepy.

It's gotten worse.

You get hate mail?

Letters, pictures, poems, and that's not even counting the websites.

Wait a minute, there are websites?

Oh, yeah.

There's this one guy at Pelican Bay.

He has a top ten list of people responsible for putting him away and how

plans to kill them. He's got animation, music, the whole nine.

And you're on there?

Number three.

Should have been number two, but my partner took all the credit for the

Doesn't it bother you to have some psycho fantasize about your death? I

did at first, but you get used to it.

Oh, good.

Something new to have nightmares about.

Wow, that was quick.

What'd you see?

A prison.

A woman was being led to her execution.

Dr. Weston? No, but she was there.

She was a guard.

And so was the driver, Ray McCann.

And, uh... And... Assistant Director Pollack.

Was in your vision?

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?

No, I mean, he was there.

I wonder what that means.

He is in charge of the investigation.

But he's in charge of every investigation. He doesn't show up in

Lucky for you.

I think he's involved in the case.

Connected to the woman.

Well, there's one way to find out.

And then she turns to the priest.

To you. And you take her hands.

And then she kisses you.

Which is probably some kind of metaphor for... Yes, you've mentioned this

metaphor thing in the past.

The woman.

What did she look like?

She was young.

Maybe mid -twenties.

Blue eyes, blonde hair.

How long?

Pretty long.

Mid -back.

You know who she is?

Is that her?

It's her.

So who is she, sir?

The informant I run, Julie Snyder.

What kind of informant?

Now, that would be telling. Not that supervising your little group isn't

fulfilling enough, but yes, I do have other operations going on. Well, that

operation may have just merged with this one. What does she do for you?

She's involved with a man named Randall Markham. Someone you're investigating?

Only for the past seven years. His gang has robbed a half a dozen banks in that

time. Big jobs, high tech, professional, big scores only.

It's got to drag down your solve rate. Julie was tracking the next job. It was

supposed to happen tomorrow, 9 o 'clock.

What's the target? She didn't know yet.

She must have told you where to find Markham. We can go pick him up right

I'm not any more attached to the Constitution than you are, Agent, but

still asking for evidence in court these days.

There's nothing solid. That's what Julie was trying to provide.

So how do you get in touch with her? I don't. She calls me.

She was supposed to today at noon.

She's never missed before.

She does mention the body in Central Park.

Thanks. Agent, I've connected those particular dots.

In your vision, you said that she was going to her execution. She hadn't

there yet. She wasn't dead yet.

That may be too literal. I'm a literal kind of guy.

What I need from you is something solid from this dream of yours that tells me

where she is, dead or alive.

Go get it.

What else was in the vision?

Bars, cells, prisoners?

They all had pictures on their backs.

Of what?

Um, one was wooden blocks with letters like kids would play with. Did they

anything? No, just ABC, the alphabet.

Maybe we're looking for a school, kindergarten.

We've got 74 New York phone book listings with ABC in the name. A few

more with variations like AAB or CBA.

Not to mention the listings in Alphabet City.

Where's that? Around A Street, B Street, get the idea?

It's 15 square blocks, not a great part of town.

Great art scene, though.

Outdoor sculptures, sidewalk paintings, murals.

Personally, I found that most of that art is derivative crap, but thank you

the cultural perspective, Agent Cortez.

Have we made any progress?

One of the pictures was a mermaid.

Do you think that has something to do with water or swimming?

I don't know.

Look, all we can do is try our best.

You know, maybe we're onto something here.

Do any of the artists in Alphabet City, are they known for mermaids?

It's been a few years.

Well, maybe you can work some computer magic and come up with a list for me. Of

what, street artists?

Yeah.

They don't exactly catalog their work. Even if we had the manpower, we don't

have the time to search 15 city block.

It's a good thing we won't have to.

Thanks for your help.

I still don't know how you knew I'd be here.

The FBI.

They're cut open.

Got it like fish.

Sir?

It's Julie.

It's Dr. Weston and the driver.

Some kind of Jack the Ripper thing?

No. It's ritualistic.

It's about something like this once up in the Bronx.

Weird satanic cult.

Sir, we're going to need Cortez up here. We can set up in the New York field

office. Do it.

Call off the search.

Michael Wade.

It's alright.

What's alright?

How old are you?

24, sir.

When's your birthday?

October 12th.

She's older than she was.

But she wakes.

How did she get into everything?

She met Randall Markham two years ago.

Thought he was an electrical engineer. Thought she was going to marry him. Have

kids. Grow old.

Do you have any plans, agent?

Plans, sir? For next month, for next year.

I used to.

What?

I joined the FBI.

You're going to make God laugh, agent.

No, I don't. Tell him your plans.

That's what it sounds like when God is alive.

You know what's at stake here. I'm scared, John. Hey, hey.

It'll be all right.

Listen to me. It'll be all right.

Everything we've got on the Markham robberies.

Santa Fe, 1997.

Dallas, 1998.

Bismarck, also 98.

Prison records, psych evaluations.

Markham's high school transcript.

Oh, you're running me like yourself.

You know, it doesn't have to be the bank robbers.

You steal a body, you kill the M .E., the driver, you cut them open.

Maybe the cop's right.

Could be ritualistic.

No, this is about money.

It's always about money.

You know where Markham eats for breakfast? Oh, we toast and a banana. I

that much about him.

But in seven years, he's probably the closest I've ever gotten to taking him

down. I got someone this close to him and then something like this, and I

even know why.

It's bad enough they're gonna hit another bank, but... She was one of

NYPD just found the morgue van in a parking garage.

Torched. So no forensics. They never leave a trail. What's their M .O.? They

didn't know a bank. They bypassed security.

They transferred funds into their own offshore accounts. At the same time,

created a distraction to drop police away from them. What kind of

In Santa Fe, it was a bomb scare.

In Bismarck, they set fire on a shopping mall. Four dead from smoke.

To Markham, that's a business cost.

Did you really know what the distraction was for New York? Markham's not the

confiding type.

Well, if these guys have put years into this job, there's one serious payoff

waiting. Probably bigger than anything they've ever scored.

Maybe enough to let them disappear for good.

No, that's not going to happen.

I want you to find me something, find me anything that ties Randall Markham to

these murders.

You two with me.

Going anywhere in particular?

Arrest Markham. I thought you said we needed more evidence first. When I still

thought Julie might provide some. She's dead. We're out of options.

We're going.

Sniper's in place. Good to go. We've got to get through the window. They know

we're coming. Well, then we hit them with gas. What if they're ready for

Alpha team, launch gas on my mark.

Sir, that's not a good idea. Why don't you just let me go in quiet? Follow

orders and get out of my way.

Alpha team, go.

Alpha.

There's no sign of the suspect.

They cleared out.

Check to see if anyone left the building. If they tagged Julie as a

must have guessed she told us about this place.

Then why bother covering up the windows if there's nothing inside to see? To

waste our time. Mark them up to see cops jump through hoops.

Maybe not.

It's a trap.

No thanks to you.

You rushed us in with no intel and no advanced team. Give us all a laugh,

and lecture me about playing it safe. I'm talking about responsible. When I

stick my neck out, it's my neck and nobody else.

You just rushed a dozen people into a death trap.

You know what?

I'm known to be a patient man. I'm famous for it, really.

But even I have limits.

Let's get out of here.

You don't want to wait for the forensics team? For what? They won't find

anything. That room's completely burned out, just like the morgue van. These

guys know how to clean up after themselves.

Here's a time saver. Don't bother looking for evidence. Just assume it

there.

Sir. You might want to pick up some of those paper shoe covers, agent.

It's a real mess in there.

What is it?

It's Julie.

In the electric chair.

How can you still be seeing Julie? We found her. I thought you only had

of missing people. Once I get connected to a case, I have to see it through.

The man who killed Julie is still out there.

And the robbery is still happening, so I'm still seeing things.

Telling you what?

Let me guess. You don't know yet.

Well, I think it means that we're supposed to be focusing on Julie and

happened to her.

All right, then.

Let's go and let's just focus.

The good news, if you can call it that, is that all mutilations occurred post

-mortem. How do you know?

Living tissue reacts differently to being cut than dead tissue.

So it wasn't torture?

No.

Julie was already gone. The other two were shot in the head before they were

open.

Basically, this is all execution style. Yeah.

We're running the slugs now. All three bodies were cut with a very sharp

instrument, probably a scalpel from Dr. Weston's kit.

Any idea why?

Maybe. The cuts are different in Julie Snyder's body than in the other two.

In all three cases, the abdominal cavity was sliced down the middle.

But with Julie, they took their time to cut open the stomach and the intestines,

too. It was a very crude surgery.

And the others?

Random shallow cuts along a digestive tract.

Whoever did this wanted all three bodies to look the same.

But they only really cared about searching Julie's.

People were eating in my vision.

What were they eating?

Potato chips.

And all she had in her was a breakfast burrito.

No chips.

We'll keep looking.

For what exactly?

I don't know, but I think it's related to her execution.

So your dream logic is that it says Julie ate or swallowed something that

somebody else wanted back. They killed her and cut her open to find it. Yes.

they dumped her body along with the other two, so they were done with her.

say they found what they were looking for. Which means we won't.

Yeah, so this is probably a waste of time and time.

It was lodged behind her uvula. It's that thing that hangs in the back of

throat. What do you got?

It's a chip, all right.

It's not a potato.

It's a computer.

It's tiny.

Hence the name microchip, Jess.

That's probably why I missed the microluminary exam.

Now the killers missed it, too.

Yeah, well, they don't have Jess, do they?

Mastriani. What's on the chip?

Give me a couple hours, I'll let you know.

Okay, let me put you on speaker.

Guess what I found in the warehouse.

I'm on the guessing with tonight, agent. Tonight or any night. I found nothing.

Imagine that.

I'm sorry to hear you haven't accomplished anything, but we've made

progress. Antonio found a computer chip in the body.

All right, well, let's put everything together and see what we got.

Julie must have swallowed the microchip to sneak it out. But she got caught.

It's not like she was trained for undercover work.

What does that mean? So I shouldn't have recruited her? Is that it? No, I'm just

saying that it's easy to make a mistake, sir, even for a girl.

Whatever happened, she ran.

And they came after her.

Well, that would have been Markham. He likes to do his own killing.

He knew she had the chip, but they found her body so quickly he didn't have time

to search her for it. So he waited for the ME to show up and take her away.

Yeah, these guys find a place to jack the truck.

They could have thrown the doctor and the driver out of the van, but they

want witnesses. What they wanted was time.

So Markham probably figured that Julie didn't swallow the chip after all, that

she must have ditched it somewhere. Right. When he realized that, he shot

other two in the back of the head.

Well, why slice them up? For cover.

Remember what that detective said when he saw the bodies? It must be the work

a cult or a psycho.

Or distractions.

The question is, can we prove all this?

We can't now.

We found one more thing in Julie's abdominal cavity.

Human hair. DNA says it's random Markham's. I must have fallen in while I

Butchering her.

Let me know when you find more on the check. Yes, sir.

Tell the director I can't make it this morning. I'm still in New York.

Whatever excuse you want, just reschedule everything until further

Not like you to blow off the boss.

Not now, agent.

You know, I figured when you leave work, you crawl back into your coffin and

snooze till morning. You know what?

Vampires, they sleep during the day, so if you're going to attempt an insult,

get it right.

Coming around here has a major sugar, Jones.

What was going on with you and Julie Snyder, sir?

What?

You're going to stand here with your caffeine shakes and the same wrinkle

suit you had on yesterday and tell me you've got nothing personal in this? I

want you to drop it. I want you to drop it now.

Look. I will break this for you, but I need my teeth.

So I need to know just how bad your judgment's been compromised before I let

put anyone other than me at risk. I wasn't sleeping with her, if that's the

dramatic revelation you're waiting for.

I'd never risk my career, much less my family. But there was something.

In her vision, Jess saw Julie kissing him. Sure, Julie might have developed

feelings for me. It's common enough. I was her ticket to a new life. Witness

protection. Wherever she wanted to go.

As long as we did what we did. Oh, God, don't be naive. You know how this works.

Wherever you ever jerked some sucker with the thing they needed to hear so

could get what you want.

Right?

We use people's feelings because feelings make them weak. I used Julie to

her stay with Markham long enough to get what I needed.

You couldn't have known she'd end up dead.

He's getting suspicious.

Maybe he shouldn't go back.

One more day.

Can you do that?

Can you do that for me?

You know, I tried to talk her out of it. I told her it was nerves.

My first post out of Quantico, I got stuck with this old school son of a

I kept trying to get transferred, but I got stuck with this ass for eight

months. When he got shot, you felt guilty. You got over it. Hey, agent,

Thanks for the pep talk. I feel like we really bonded.

Not yet, sir. You know what? This is a dangerous job. I get it. People get

Some agents, they can't handle it. I can't.

All right, we done?

You shouldn't be leading this investigation, sir. It's your opinion,

Scott, which is fortunately overruled by mine.

Now, the robbery goes down at 9 o 'clock tonight.

That gives me 11 hours to figure out the target and the distraction. If you

think I'm going to let guilt, a feeling, a weak point, stop me from doing what I

started seven years ago, then you haven't been paying much attention.

Excuse me.

What do you got?

It's a security -coded microchip. It's probably from an ID or a key card,

something you'd use to open a computerized lock.

Well, which one is it?

There's no way to tell without the corresponding mag strip on the car

Which we don't have.

Yeah, for the complexity of the code, I'd say it's part of a newer system.

It's very high level. Any way to narrow down the number of banks with that kind

of system? Yeah, to about 130 in the New York metropolitan area.

But the thieves wouldn't be able to get into any one of them without this

security chip, right? Uh, this one's a copy.

Doesn't have a factory stamp.

So Markham still has the original?

All right, let's find out how Markham got the chip in the first place. Let's

contact every one of those banks. I want you to make sure they can account for

all their security cards. It's going to take a long time. Yeah, well, then you

find a better way. You find a faster way.

Mastriani, where's your partner?

She thought that she would be more useful on the street, sir. Is that

Doing what?

Trying to figure out why Julie Snyder was in Central Park. Running for her

as I recall.

Before that, the warehouse that we raided was seven or eight miles away

park. And in the three -inch heels that she was wearing, there's no way that she

ran the whole way.

and so she was probably already near the entrance of the park.

Along with her killer.

Yeah, thanks for that. That's down thinking.

Answer me this.

Yes, sir. Why the hell aren't you out there with your partner pursuing this

of inquiry?

Well, you... Go!

Go!

Agent, with me.

You, uh, you were married.

Two years, sir.

Does Agent Scott know about this?

He was after I worked with her in Phoenix.

Never mentioned it to her.

It hasn't seemed relevant, sir.

So what happened?

When? You decided that you weren't married.

I didn't decide it. My wife did.

She made district attorney and thought she'd be better off on her own.

Were you surprised?

Yeah.

I better get back to the file, sir. Hey, agent, you ever... You ever get anybody

killed?

I've shot people.

That's not what I asked you. I asked you if your decisions ever caused anybody

to die.

At a distance.

No, sir.

Because it's different.

It's harder. It's worse.

Listen, sir.

You did not get this woman killed. Excuse me, do I have something written

forehead? Does it look anything like the word idiot?

No, sir, but... Well, since then I don't have anything written on my forehead.

Allow me the honor of taking responsibility for myself.

All right?

Is there anything else, sir?

Okay, I'm a bank robber, two days out.

I'm hanging around here because... Because you're meeting one of your

getting supplies, checking out your target? Or I'm grabbing a hot dog with

onions from that cart across the street.

Sounds pretty good, actually.

That's your theory, that they were here to grab lunch?

Well, everything that a bank robber does is not about robbing banks.

We've got to look at all the possibilities, or we might miss

Another vision?

Just an image from the last one.

It hit me while I was thinking about electricity.

Like the electric chair in your vision?

What is this, a junction box?

Yeah, each one of these controls the city grid. That's about 20 square

Maybe that's why Markham was here. Maybe they're going to cut the power to shut

down security at the bank.

Banks have emergency backup generators for just that reason.

But shutting down a city grid would make a hell of a distraction.

It's after five o 'clock. We don't have much time.

Pollock, it's Nicole.

I think we're on to something.

Do you have any contacts at Water and Power?

Here's the tricky part.

Shutting down a junction box can't be done without an authorization code,

only myself and two other engineers have.

Can't you just short it out?

We've gone to some effort to make the city's power a little more secure than

that. Okay, what if someone was really determined to take out a grid? They'd

have to cause an overload.

That would mean bypassing the buffer circuits, which would take some

expertise. He's got technical expertise, believe me. The problem is, it wouldn't

be limited to just one grid.

A big enough surge would cascade through the whole system.

We could lose power in the entire city.

Plenty of cover for a robbery, huh?

Listen, where would someone have to go to start an overload?

They could tap into any of the main power lines in the city.

If your guy has the right tools and the know -how, I don't see a way to catch

him. Thank you. That's very encouraging. All right, so none of the banks have

reported stolen security cards in the last month. Yeah, but you've been

the banks to change their security codes, right, just to be safe? Of

it's after hours on a Friday night.

What's the latest?

Markham's been a blackout a chunk of New York in exactly one hour. I'm going to

send cops to cover as many banks as possible by 9 o 'clock.

What the hell?

This is no coincidence.

That's Markham. We knew that the schedule was happening now. How bad?

The whole Lower East Side. Still need to cover those banks. We're talking about

a couple hundred targets here, even with the NYPD.

Not a suggestion, Agent. Chief of Police, now.

Scott, take Wall Street East to Pearl Mastriani West. Stay in contact, report

anything suspicious.

Go! I hope you got good night vision.

Hey, Laura!

Lou!

Nothing's moving. The traffic lights are out.

Don't complain.

Nobody's looting so far.

I'm going to try Front Street.

All right.

You think this is a complete waste of time, don't you?

Pollock's got to try everything.

I get that.

Jack?

Jess.

Your head. Are you okay?

Oh, my God. Did I kill him? Is he okay?

He stepped out in front of the car. I couldn't stop.

Hey, take it easy. He hit the windshield. Look, there's nothing wrong

car. No, he hit it right there.

Jess, what are you talking about?

He wasn't really there.

It was a vision.

It's okay.

You didn't hit anybody.

But I could have.

What if I had been in traffic?

I thought I had control of this.

I wasn't tired. I wasn't stressed more than usual. Maybe it's not a control

thing. Maybe you had the vision when you did because driving was a part of it.

The whole accident was a vision.

This man that you saw.

What did he look like?

He was

white, mid -thirties, brown hair.

He was wearing a business suit. What was he doing?

Nothing. He just walked in front of my car.

Antonio.

Pull up records of accidents involving pedestrians in New York City over the

past month.

What am I looking for?

White guy, mid -thirties, brown hair.

Give me a sec.

For Vic's match.

Indian banking or finances?

Yeah, one, uh, Edgar Ramsey.

You got a picture?

Sending it now.

He's sending it now.

That's him.

We've got a match.

Hit and run ten days ago. He's in a coma ever since. What bank does he work for?

Statewide Savings and Trust, 115 East Warren Street.

Call Paula, get him everything you've got on that bank.

Personnel, security, floor plans. We'll be there in 15 minutes.

Got it. Thanks.

Well, that's where Markham got the chip. If the hidden run wasn't an accident,

Markham staked it so he could steal Ramsey's security card. So it wouldn't

like a theft. Ramsey wouldn't report it stolen.

And no reason to change the security code.

You know, you should get that checked out.

Hospital's on the way. I'm fine.

Jeff. Had one's nothing to mess with. Yeah, like you'd let me drag you to the

hospital with this going now.

That's a bad one. The worst.

That's Paula's vehicle.

Damn, he's already here.

We're in.

Thanks for waiting on us, Bob. I'm suspect, so I'll just mark my access to

mainframe. Three minutes to billionaires.

You guys ready?

FBI! Get your hands off the computer and step away!

Step away slowly!

In and out.

It doesn't even hurt.

The beating's going to help in court, though.

They don't like it when you pile on.

Nothing's going to help you, you piece of garbage.

We found your DNA in Julie's body cavity.

We also found the chip that she swallowed.

I should have turned her inside out.

You know what? Just so I can hear.

Just so I can hear. You tell me how you did that to a woman who loved you.

Hey.

You're the one who killed her.

I just pulled the trigger.

She knew what she was doing every step of the way.

Oh, yeah. She was a total pro.

I skipped your number in the lining of her purse.

Where do you want it?

On the head?

How about the ear? No, you won't.

You still think you're the good guy? I mean, neither of us is any good.

Which is too bad for you.

What do you want? Look at me.

Look, walk away, agent. Walk away, agent!

I got your back, sir.

I got his back.

He's gonna shoot me.

We're alone.

Do whatever you want.

Get it away from me!

I'll call you tomorrow.

That's my girl.

I don't deserve this.

You're in business.

You have to get rid of what's expendable.

I know, sir.

Get up.

I got him. I got him, sir.

Personally, I would have blown the top of your head off.

Hey.

He didn't have time to make the transfer. The money's still there.

Good.

You're a mess.

Told you.

Yeah, I know, sir.

I had a little accident.

Get it looked at, would you?

Yes, sir.

Agent Scott, a moment in my office.

Sir?

About this matter we've just resolved.

I've read your report.

As usual, I found it incomplete and cursory.

I find your account of the Markham arrest to be silent on certain matters.

I didn't see a need to go into things that... Certain personal and ultimately

insignificant matters regarding the actions of your superiors.

You're welcome, sir.

Thank you.

I expect more thorough paperwork from you on your next case.

Yes, sir.

Hey. Hey.

Isn't this weird? Is he, uh... What?

I don't know.

Different this morning.

I think we're all a little different this morning.

It's like good or bad.

It's how it's supposed to be, that's all.

He took it hard.

He takes everything hard.

That's what makes him who he is.

I thought it was the sharp suit and the attitude.

It's the icing.

There's a lot of cake underneath.

Speaking of cake, you had breakfast?

You do not have cake for breakfast.

I never planned to. It's just that sometimes it happens that way.