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Morning, agent. Morning.

You know we don't have to keep doing
this.

Doing what?

Taking separate cars, pretending we
didn't spend the night together.

We talked about this.

Yeah, Pollock already knows.

Yeah, but we don't have to force him to
confront the issue.

Then he has to act on it.

Well, I have.

Acted. Tell me about it.

Okay, look, maybe applying for the job
without talking to you first wasn't

right. But applying for it was.

Well, I guess we'll see.

If I knew it was going to be like this,
I wouldn't have gone to med school.

Yeah, me neither.

And I don't even want to know what my
wife's going to do when I tell her I

go away with her this weekend.

I'll cover the shift for you this
weekend. I can't, Laurel. You already

more hours than I do.

It's no big deal, really.

Go spend some time with her.

You're the best, Laurel. I owe you big
for this.

Yeah, you do. One of these days, I'm
going to start keeping track.

Good night. Good night.

Wishing you and me now, me and me
holding it down, connecting the dots,

delusions.

When my options are, searching through
every shroud of truth, it's my

conclusion.

Call back from Mr. Simon yet? I don't
know.

Why don't you call and find out?

Cole says that I should wait for him to
call me so that I don't look mean.

Do you like this guy?

Yeah. Well, then don't play games. If
you want to call him, call him. What if

spooks him?

Guys are generally spooked by
relationships anyway.

This is your turf. You know, it's like
you have home -field advantage.

And you were just trying to keep the
score respectful.

Good morning, all.

Good morning.

What, no fresh -baked muffins? Well,
freshly squeezed orange juice, too.

You're on the clock, so listen up.
Courtesy of the 24 -7 news coverage of

Anders manhunt, I'll assume you're
familiar with the basics.

That's the guy that killed your dad and
escaped from the Richmond courthouse.

Dylan Anders, convicted of the rape and
murder of a woman in his apartment

building, suspected of a similar crime a
year before. Both victims had their

throats cut.

Okay, the news said that he was shot.

During the escape, and then he grabbed a
doctor? Broke into a car in the

doctor's parking lot of St. Vincent's
and waited for the unfortunate owner,

happened to be a Dr.

Laurel Bennett. Her car was found the
next day with Anders' blood all over the

back seat. But not hers. So she could
still be alive.

That would be more likely if the federal
marshals and Virginia State Police

hadn't wasted an entire week squabbling
over investigative turf before they

finally came to their senses and came to
us, so...

She's been a trauma doctor in DER at St.
Vincent's for the past five years.

Colleagues describe her as hardworking,
cool under pressure, and a good

listener. I pause now in hopes of a
vision.

Sir, why do you keep doing that? Hope
springs eternal.

She married kids?

She lives along with her pet turtle,
Stanley.

Wow. Can you really call a turtle a pet?
I mean, it's just he might as well just

paint a rock green and put it in a bowl
of water and look at it. Yeah.

You know, my son has a pet turtle.
Should I tell him it's not a pet?

If I remember correctly, they went over
to the doctor's house. Yes, Prince,

blood smears galore.

Indications are they took food, first
aid supplies, and jewelry.

Jewelry? It's not for cash. After the
doctor patched him up, why didn't you

kill her and dump her with the car?
Well, because gunshot wounds don't heal

overnight. Are you going to have a
vision or not?

Not at the moment.

Don't worry.

We have other means.

I know that.

So, Anders has a doctor. He's going to
need medical supplies.

Yeah, what could they possibly got at
the doctor's house? Some cotton balls,

some rubbing alcohol.

He needs antibiotics, painkillers,
bandages. Yeah, he couldn't just go into

local drugstore. So we look for thefts
at hospitals and pharmacies. Yeah, I'm

going to go over the forensic report of
Dr. Bennett's car and go back to the

location where they dumped the car.
That's the last place we can put them.

but I want you with him, you guys on
Anders' background, the age, the works.

Get on it.

The car was facing this way.

Which makes sense, since they came off
Route 33.

Oh, God, when he brought her out here,
she must have thought he was about to

kill her.

We're not sure he didn't.

Well, let's pretend.

Okay, well, the gas meter was on E, and
he was too risky to fill up at a gas

station. The cops would be looking for
her car sooner or later.

So he ditched it, which is where the
forensics trail ends.

Yeah, and it was too dry for footprints.

Although, this one time I was trying to
lift a partial from a bare foot on

concrete. I had to use this small
particle reagent, and I fumed it with

cyanoacrylate.

Wow. I'm such a geek.

When's the job interview?

Yeah, tomorrow.

It is so nuts that you're leaving.

It's like the end of an era.

And the beginning of a higher paid one.

Well, I think that it is very romantic
that you are giving up your career for

Nicole. I still have a career.

In airline security.

If I get the job.

You'll get the job.

Then you'll be gone.

Yeah, we'll be gone -gone.

We can still hang out.

Yeah, of course. Of course we will.

Sometimes you just have to make
compromises.

You okay?

What'd you see?

Laurel Bennett and Dylan Anders. They
were handcuffed together.

And all around us in the woods, there
were these glowing red eyes.

Like someone watching?

Maybe.

The eyes were kind of low. They were
about here.

And there was something really
artificial about them. They were just

bright. Maybe it wasn't eyes at all.

But they were definitely in pairs.

Right around where we found the car.

Maybe there were brake lights.

Road incident reports the night that
Anders escaped.

Okay, here we go. There was construction
about half a mile up Route 33. Three

lanes rolled down to one. Traffic would
have been a mosh pit.

What would you see come up to a traffic
jam?

Uh, brake lights.

All around.

He couldn't jack a car speeding down the
highway.

But if it were stopped in traffic... No,
he didn't jack it. There'd be a police

report. Okay, so he found a way to get
around without being seen. Maybe he

hopped in the back of a truck or a van.

Could be, but we have no idea which one
or where they might have gone.

Which side of the highway was under
construction?

Northbound.

Okay, so we know that much.

They were headed north.

On the night of the 15th, there were
four robberies reported at drugstores

within 50 miles north of Richmond,
Virginia.

In two cases, only prescription drugs
were stolen. My enters would be after

than that. I know.

However, at one of the other stores, the
thief took antiseptic advantages along

with painkillers and antibiotics.

That store is in Locust Creek, northwest
of Richmond, along Route 33.

That's got to be it. Probably headed to
the Canadian border.

Way ahead of you. I've already notified
Canadian U .S. Customs. Hold on.

I remember seeing something on one of
Anders' W -2 forms.

Yeah, the guy shoots you out of a
courthouse when he pays his taxes.

Here, Dylan spent a couple of years
working at Snowshoe Horse Farm along

33, Harmon, West Virginia.

Route 33, that makes sense.

Place closed three years ago has been
empty ever since.

What a better place to lie low with your
very own doctor.

Then when he's better, he'll kill her
and book for the border.

Nothing on the south side.

All clear on the west side.

Janie, status?

Possible sign of habitation.

Jess? I'm in position.

It's the FBI.

Come to the door unarmed, hands in the
air. You will not be harmed.

Nicole, we got a fire.

Let's move.

Oh, God, she's in there.

Janie, watch the house.

You ready? Ready.

She's tied up.

Get me out of here.

You all right? Yeah.

All right, come on.

Let me try over here.

We got to keep our way out.

Anders never came out of the house or
the barn.

On all the smoke and confusion, he could
have broken a window and gotten out. If

he made it out at all. Oh, he made it.

This one's smart.

Anders had an escape plan before he set
the fire.

He left Dr.

Bennett just to hold us up. He pointed
that gun at me and told me to drive

He said he looked at my registration and
knew where I lived.

Did you recognize him?

No, I'd just come off a 14 -hour shift
in the ER.

It was so crazy that night, I hadn't
seen the news.

What happened when you got home? I dug a
bullet out of him.

With what?

A paring knife.

I told him he'd have to be careful
because there was a substantial risk of

infection. That was a decent thing for
you to do.

You mean the stupid thing, right?

You're probably thinking, he's badly
hurt, bleeding out.

How hard could it be to incapacitate him
and get away?

We're not thinking that. You did what
you could to survive.

Anders was responsible for the drugstore
robbery in Locust Creek.

I told him what I needed.

He kept me with him the whole time at
gunpoint.

And then he stole a car, a huge car lot,
and we drove out to that farm.

I lost track of how long we were there.

Six days.

Wow.

Seemed like a lot longer.

Laura, I know it's hard to go through
this again, but believe me, it's going

be a big help.

I hope so. It will.

We need to know...

Did Anders harm you in any way?

No.

You're sure?

Like we said, no one is judging you
here.

I wasn't hurt.

And he didn't rape me, if that's what
you're getting at.

I think in a strange way, he wanted me
to like him.

He asked me to call him Dylan, and he
talked for hours about his family and

childhood.

His crimes?

Yeah, well, he said he was innocent.

He said he was framed for that woman's
murder and the two cops he shot were in

self -defense. That's original?

Yeah.

Did anything slip that could tell us
where he's going next?

Oh, he didn't talk much about the
future, just about the past.

Did he mention anyone that he might go
to for help?

Well, certainly not his parents if what
he said about his childhood was true,

but he did mention a cousin who was like
a brother to him.

What's his name?

I don't know. I'm sorry he didn't say.

It's all right.

Anything else about this cousin?

Well, just that he owed Dylan for
getting him out of some trouble in the

You're free to go home now.

I can't go home. He knows where I live.
An agent can stay there with you until

he is in custody.

Or the FBI can spring for a nice hotel
room where we can personally keep an eye

out on you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for everything.

You're welcome.

Okay, that was weird.

I just saw Laurel, but she was
handcuffed to Dylan Anders.

Maybe something she gave us will lead us
to him.

He looks awful.

More trouble at home?

He hasn't been home.

Janet kicked him out.

When? A few weeks ago.

Never thought I'd say this, but I feel
sorry for the guy.

Why am I always the last person to find
out about these things?

I'm psychic.

Wow. And I thought I had a lot of
cousins.

Thirteen, right?

Yeah.

Dillon Anderton.

Twenty -two spread across the country.

Yeah, but only one bothered to come see
him.

Visitor logs from a Richmond city jail.

Over the past six months, he's had
several visits from his lawyer and one

Hugo Park.

His mother's brother's youngest.

Lives right there in Richmond.

Hugo Park?

FBI.

No way.

Did Ray put you up to this? He's messing
with me, right?

Nobody's messing with you, Mr. Park.
Yet.

Oh, crap.

Is that like disrespecting a police
officer or something?

I might be willing to let it slide if
you answer some questions about Dylan

Anders.

Dylan, I already did. My questions.

When was the last time you saw Mr.
Anders?

Uh, let me think.

Must have been last month I went to see
him.

What did you talk about?

Oh, nothing much. Just, how you doing?

Sorry you're stuck in jail and all that.

Did he give any indication you planned
to escape?

Oh, no way. He figured he'd get cleared
at the trial since he didn't do it.

You believe he's innocent?

Oh, totally.

Mr. Park, may I ask what you're doing?
Oh, nothing.

I'm just checking my messages.

It's Janie. We're going to need some
surveillance.

My vision, Laurel had the key in the
handcuffs.

Maybe that means that somehow she holds
the key to freeing herself from him.

Could be.

But then the key disappeared, which
might mean that it's somehow hidden or

Mm -hmm.

I know what's on your mind.

Guy with dark hair, dark eyes, uses
words like cyanoacrylate in

There's a lot to think about, Jess.

Yeah, you got a plan.

You guys gonna live together? Get
married?

Did Antonio say that?

That he wants to get married?

Well, no, but he's getting ready to give
up his job, so I figured... Well,

don't.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry.

It's not you.

What's wrong?

Is it Andrews?

No.

I don't even think Andrews is going to
show.

Well, Janie recommended the
surveillance.

When are you going to cut that girl some
slack?

When she cuts me some. You guys need to
bond.

We can bond some other time.

Okay.

But when this is over, I want you to
invite her out for a drink. Just you

Nicole. Come on. One drink.

Promise?

All right.

Thank you.

So where is he? Well, he was definitely
in Richmond at 5 .42 p .m. He called

from a phone booth downtown, left a
message at Hugo Park's answer machine.

Which doesn't tell us where he might be
at 8 .02 a .m. Why would he leave that

message and then not show up at his
cousin's house? Maybe he did and you

him. Impossible, sir. Well, maybe
there's another reason why he returned

Richmond. I mean, he's always maintained
his innocence.

Innocent. The guy killed two cops. Maybe
he still thinks he's trying to prove

his innocence from the original crime.

Which he is not, Antonio.

Would you two stop? We can't ignore any
possibility right now. Re -examine the

case against Dylan Anders. All right, I
want you to talk to witnesses, lawyers,

figure out where his noble quest might
take him.

Figure it out!

Hey, what's up with you?

Not now, okay?

Not a good time?

No, it's not.

Yeah, it never is, is it?

Look, what more can I do?

I don't need you to do a damn thing. How
about that?

This is a complete waste of time.

Kaplan should be here. The manager said
he'd be working on the sets.

I mean talking to him. It's not going to
get us anywhere on Anders.

Walter Kaplan lived in the same
apartment building as Anders for three

They were friends.

Until Kaplan's testimony got him
convicted of murder.

Somehow I doubt Anders would come to
this guy for help.

Mr. Kaplan!

No, but he might be able to provide some
character insight to help us anticipate

his next move.

Let me guess where you learned that.

Quantico? Advanced investigative
techniques.

Janie, things work a little differently
out in the field.

But if you investigate a case without
following procedure, you open yourself

to... Making a lot more arrests.

Mr. Kaplan!

Isn't it also a good way to get kicked
out of the Bureau?

Let me tell you a little something about
the Bureau.

The higher -ups can scream all they want
about following the rules.

But the truth is, they need agents that
are willing to do what it takes to get

the job done.

Deep down, they know that.

You understand?

Let's try backstage.

Mr. Kaplan!

No prints at the scene, but the victims?

The witness would be too much to ask.

Yeah, well, the manager was in his
office upstairs, and Anders snuck up

Kaplan and did it quick. There wouldn't
be a sound.

Well, I hear a sound, Agent. Do you hear
it?

No, sir. Well, you should. The sound of
Bill and Anders laughing his ass off. He

played us. He told Earl Bennett about
his family. How his cousin's the only

person that he returned to for help.

She passed it on, and we bit. Oh, no,
handsome. We did not bite. You bit. You

and the rest of the brain trust. So why
don't you go?

Bring them up to speed and see if you
can recover those sharp reputation of

yours. Could you do that for me?

Thank you.

Some things I'm not going to miss.

Cortez. Local police found the murder
weapon in the loading area of the

On my way.

I think he's happy to see you. Oh, I
know it's a little weird to make all

fuss over a turtle. No.

People sometimes ask me, why don't you
get a real pet, like a dog or a bunny,

you know, something lovable. But maybe
that's why I do love Stanley, because he

needs it all the more.

No. There's a new development in the
case. You caught him? No, Anders

someone else.

Walter Kaplan, the key witness against
him at his trial.

I don't understand. I thought you said
Dylan was fleeing the country. We were

wrong.

He came back to Richmond to commit this
murder.

Now we don't know where he is.

But we don't think you're in any danger.

Obviously you don't know.

True.

There's something else.

Anders called his cousin from a phone
booth.

It was all part of a setup to distract
the FBI.

What do you mean?

He told you what he did about Hugo so
you would tell us.

Then he left a message on his answering
machine convincing us that he was going

to show up there.

That doesn't make any sense. He couldn't
have known the FBI would rescue me.

I think he planned to let you go all
along so that he'd have his chance.

Laura, you couldn't have known that he
was using you.

Guys like Anders, they lie as easily as
they breathe. I am not stupid or

gullible, Agent Scott, and I get at
least as much life experience in the ER

you do on your job, believe me.

I'm sure you do.

No offense intended.

Agent Scott.

You can call me Nicole.

I'm sorry, Nicole. I didn't mean to
snap. I'm just... Look, I get it. You

hell this week.

You and Stanley hang out here.

We'll let you know when we catch him.
Thank you.

Sir.

The serrated edge matches the wound on
Walter Kaplan's neck and the blood

matches his type.

No prints?

No.

Anything in a dumpster?

I don't think anyone's been in there
still long.

Yet.

Not exactly what you expected when you
joined the Bureau, huh, Jane?

It's been better than I expected.

Yeah, I feel the same way.

Forgive me for saying so, sir, but I
don't understand how you can give this

I mean, look at all that you've
accomplished the way you shot up through

ranks. Actually, I got lucky.

I made a high -profile arrest, and it
was actually pretty stupid. I could have

got myself killed.

The SAC in Miami made me out to be some
kind of hero so he could milk the press.

And you're a senior evidence supporter
in D .C. in a few years. Sounds like a

happy ending for both of you.

Years will come, too, Janie.

He has to be ready for it.

Check this out.

Bloodstains.

Something in the pocket.

Same brand Laurel Bennett used.

Anders must have taken it when he
grabbed her.

Yeah, he smashed it, took out the
battery, didn't want us to know who he

And he obviously doesn't know who he's
up against.

I love it when they use knives.

Because you love knives?

No, because they're dangerous to both
parties.

The perp often cuts himself.

Like this shirt, there's two people's
blood on it. There's the victim's and

Dylan Anders.

So we've got enough to nail Anders on
another murder.

If we can find him. Yeah, Janie salvaged
a computer chip from his cell phone.

She's checking on the call logs right
now.

I contacted everyone else from Anders'
trial.

If he goes after any of them, the police
will be prepared.

He won't. He blames Kaplan for his
conviction. He's got to know that we're

protecting the others. My guess, he's
really headed for the border this time.

Do you see a pair of handcuffs on that
countertop?

You okay?

I went for the cuffs, and I got blood.

Okay. Well, that can't be good.

Cortez.

Great. Thank you.

Carjacking in Petersburg fits Andrew's
description.

Okay. I'll check it out. No, no. Let
Nicole handle it. You just work on that

vision.

So your Vic is solid on the ID?

I picked Anders out of a photo lineup.

So the guy was on level three when
Anders took the car.

A 98 blue Civic?

Yeah, then a couple of hours later, the
same car shows up right here on level

five of the same garage.

Now, I don't understand. Why would
Anders bring the car back here?

He didn't. It never left.

Anders took it, knowing the Vic would
file a police report.

Which would send everybody out looking
for a car.

That he already dumped here before he
jacked another one and took off?

Yeah, but nobody's reported a car stolen
from this garage or anywhere in the

area. That's because the second driver
is already dead in the trunk of his own

car.

That is cold.

That's Anders.

Business or pleasure?

I thought handcuffs and a vision.

I thought the style or the make might be
significant.

So far, the closest match I can find are
these.

Pureless 700, one of my personal
favorites.

Well, I think I'm on the wrong track.

Usually when I figure out what a vision
really means, I get a feeling about it.

Like you get feelings about people?

Yeah, missing people.

Right, but there are many ways to be
missing, aren't there, Agent?

What do you mean?

I'm just, uh, the word just means that a
person isn't aware.

He's supposed to be, but he could be
missing from his job or his home or his

family.

I mean, you could get a feeling about
someone like that, right?

It doesn't usually work like that.

I need you to look at these people and
this family and I...

I need to know, Agent. I need to know if
you think that they could ever find

each other again.

I think they can.

Wow,

you're not a very good liar, Mr.
Chairman, but the effort is duly noted.

Hey, it's me.

I found something in the call logs from
Anders' cell phone.

Five calls from the same number in the
past two days.

What's the number?

The Royalty Suites in Georgetown.

1102.

Laurel? She's been in touch with Anders
this whole time.

The kidnap victim is in on this.

She's working with him.

I'm glad you know.

You told him everything we were doing to
catch him, didn't you? You do it too.

You do it to save the man you love.

Anders kidnaps you.

He forced you to treat a bullet wound
that he got while killing a cop, and

you're in love.

If you had asked me what I thought when
he showed up in my car, I would have

said he was a monster like everyone
else, and I would have been just as

He somehow convinced you that he was
innocent.

As I got to know him, it became obvious.

Really?

How? Look, I spend my days and nights
dealing with people at the worst moments

of their lives.

When someone's in terrible pain, sure
they're going to die, all pretense drops

away and you see who he really is. I
mean, imagine for a moment how

it must be to have a bullet removed from
your body without anesthetic.

I wouldn't want to do that.

And when I was finished, he thanked me.
And you know what else? He apologized

for the language he used while I
operated.

And that wasn't the only time he was
sweet. He gave me the more comfortable

He took me for walks in the sun.

He confided his deepest thoughts in me.

And he wanted to know mine.

And you fell in love with him.

Yeah, I did.

And it's not something I should be
ashamed of.

Unbelievable. Cossack Stockholm
Syndrome.

1973. Two robbers held some bank
employees captive for nearly a week.

police broke in, the captives were
siding with the captors.

Yeah, I know. Two of them got engaged.

Really? That I didn't know.

Dylan knows he's done wrong.

People change.

He truly regrets shooting those men at
the courthouse. Well, has he considered

easing his conscience by turning himself
in?

The police have already framed him once
for murder.

And now you're trying to add this
ridiculous charge that he killed a

his trial for no reason? Do you blame
him for not trusting the system?

I don't know if I buy this whole
Stockholm thing.

It was like just another reason for
somebody ducking responsibility for

choices.

Why would a doctor choose to fall in
love with a killer?

I don't know. Maybe she was unhappy with
her life and saw a chance to run away

from it. Either way, her reasons don't
change her actions.

She helped a cop killer escape.

Sometime during these six days of
getting to know each other, you must

formed a plan.

You'd escape from Anders, go to the
police, put them on the wrong trail

skipped the country.

Must have thrown you off when we showed
up at the farmhouse.

Dylan knew that we might get caught.
That's why he took precautions.

Setting the fire, which, by the way,
trapped you inside. There was a hole in

wall. I could have gotten out at any
time.

The idea was to keep you occupied. The
idea put lives in danger, namely mine

my partner's.

For that, I am truly sorry.

We didn't know how fast the fire would
spread.

Okay, so after you'd done your bit with
us and Anders escaped...

You plan to meet him somewhere?

Tropical island paradise?

Where, Laurel?

Where's Dylan going?

You put me in jail if you have to.

I know I've broken the law.

And I would do it again.

Wow.

Well, I don't know whether to be angry
with her or to feel sorry for her.

I mean, she was in a horrible situation,
and she had to survive.

It happens, Jess.

Your mind plays tricks on you, and your
heart's even worse.

You either build a fire around it or put
it on ice.

Sometimes you follow your heart, and you
end up making some very bad moves.

So I guess she didn't give him up, huh?

Nope. All right, maybe we should remind
her that she'll go to jail as an

accessory unless she tells us where he's
going.

She doesn't know what's going on.

Anders cut her off when he threw away
that cell phone.

He's done with her.

Laurel still keeps showing up in my
visions with a key.

Right, but it disappeared.

Might just mean that she was hiding him.

From what I saw, she was more concerned
with his well -being than her own.

I guess that makes her a fool for love,
huh?

I'll talk to her again.

Police in Winchester, Virginia found an
abandoned car with a dead body in the

trunk. Well, that doesn't mean it's the
car that Anders stole.

The victim's throat was cut with
serrated blade just like Walter Kaplan.

Good.

Go check it out. Yes, sir.

Agent Scott, don't waste your time.

You won't be able to turn me against
Dylan.

No, probably not.

I sure couldn't do what you're doing.

What do you mean?

Well, giving up everything.

Your career, your whole life for a man
everyone else sees as a murderer.

He isn't.

He was framed.

Just like the witness thing. You're
probably framing him for that, too. So

you're telling me, right to my face,
that you think I'm a liar?

Wow, that's too bad.

You know, another place, another time,
we could have been friends.

Right. We have a lot in common, Laurel.

It's not good stuff, but...

It's real.

For instance?

Well, it's not easy making friends in
the kind of life that we lead, is it?

There's crazy hours, dealing with life
-and -death situations that leave you so

emotionally wiped that there's hardly
enough left for any kind of

There's always someone counting on you,
someone else with problems to solve.

And once in a while, all you want is for
someone to take care of you for a

change. To just...

See, if I were your friend, then maybe
you'd believe me when I told you that

Dylan knew that.

He used it.

He used you.

No.

The farmhouse was a nice bedding.

The two of you alone in the country.

He saved his life, he bared his soul.

Cue the music, and you have a romantic
fantasy come to life.

Pretty slick, Dylan.

It wasn't like that.

What did he tell you?

That he'd never known anyone like you
before?

That you inspired him to turn his life
around?

He even told you that you deserved
better than him, didn't he?

That you should leave him.

Because he knew that you would only
commit yourself more to him.

There's nothing wrong with loving
someone, even making sacrifices for him,

long as you do it with your eyes wide
open.

Walter Kaplan's blood was found on Dylan
Anders' shirt.

The cell phone he took from you was
dumped along with bloody clothes.

The wound on Kaplan's neck was made with
a serrated knife.

Looks just like the wound on the woman's
neck that he was convicted of killing.

See him for what he really is, Laurel.

Then tell me that he's worth it.

What do you want me to do?

I need you to help me stop him.

Anything you can tell me about where he
might go, what he might do.

Clint Demiason.

I told him he needed to prevent
infection in the wound. The pharmacist

his entire supply stolen.

Wasn't much.

Just enough in stock for seven days, so
I wrote him a prescription for more. Did

he fill it? Not while we were together.

He'll need to fill it today.

National drugstores keep pharmaceutical
databases, which could lead us right to

him.

I've set up a database with three
national chains in Virginia.

He hasn't filled any prescriptions with
any of them yet, but I've set up the

flag as when he does.

And alert the pharmacist to call us?

Yeah.

Of course, if he goes to an independent
pharmacy, this doesn't do us any good.

Yeah, well, he's been lucky all week.

Hopefully we're due.

Could be a while.

You want to order some Chinese?

Don't leave the Bureau.

What? You love this job.

You've worked too hard to give it up
now.

Well, it's my decision, Nick.

It's a big sacrifice.

Antonio, don't do this.

Please.

Why? Because I wouldn't do it for you.

Antonio. You've said enough.

We have a hit.

Where?

Safeway Drugstore.

Yeah, right there in Winchester.

Cloverdale Mall.

Anders is there now? Yeah, and I told
the pharmacist at the stall.

I can be there in five minutes.

Okay, listen, put your eyes on and hold
your position, and then wait till we get

there. Yes, sir.

What's going on? I'll tell you on the
way.

What's taking so long?

Sorry.

I thought we'd ripped off the shelves.

Let me check in the back.

Chief of Evidence for Janie Cooper.

This is Director Cooper.

Senator Cooper.

FBI.

How is Jamie?

Well, isn't that her car? Yeah.

She didn't. She's going to try to take
Anders down herself.

30 pills, is that right?

That's what it says.

What's so hard about filling a damn
prescription?

Help me!

Oh, my God.