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Yeah,

whoever did this was really pissed off. They broke every bone in his body.

Some of them twice.

How's it going, Buck?

Who moved the body?

Oh, we couldn't just leave them there. The bushes and clothes barely held them

together.

Look, this is the fourth one of these horror shows I've seen in the last two

weeks. I'm sorry, but it kind of gets to me, okay?

They should have left the scene inside.

Moved it before I got here, sorry.

Might still get some footcatch from the mud, though.

I think we're looking for an animal on this one.

We usually are, John.

I got the guy who owns the house, says maybe he heard something.

Where is he?

I'm just glad the downtown did call beds on this. Put some of the crap on near

doorstep.

First I thought it was the wind.

Then I heard it again. I knew it wasn't.

What did it sound like? Like a whale.

Like a screaming banshee.

But a man, if you know what I mean.

From the she?

You're Irish.

F. Then you know.

The screaming banshee.

Like when they come to tell you somebody's gonna die.

It's usually a woman.

You sure this was a man?

Sure as a Christian holding four aces.

If you know what I mean.

Thanks. Sure.

David.

Excuse me.

I don't know.

I think he's still hurting from the operation.

What?

David.

See anything?

Yeah, one angry cop and...

One federal agent who didn't even say hello.

Sorry, Sam.

I don't think we're going to find any eyewitnesses on that.

It was raining pretty hard. All the hatches were battened down.

You okay?

Yeah.

Took the bullet out. They said I'd still feel the wound when the weather gets

crazy. I know some ex -football players.

They can predict snowstorms with their knees.

Anything new on Frances?

Atlanta PD said when they find her, they'll hit her with attempted murder,

assault with a deadly weapon, and whatever else they can find.

Six years in the Special Forces, 15 with the FBI, one bullet.

And I get it from home.

How come they always talk about the weather?

I mean, everybody knows it's been raining.

Well, sweetie, if you know what the weather's going to be, it can help you

for your day, right?

Like, tomorrow, you'll probably need to take a sorter with you.

A lot of times, they're wrong.

Well, say it's going to be raining, but it doesn't. Well, honey, when the

weatherman predicts the weather, you know, when he tells us what it's going

be like, it's not like he's using an exact science.

It's, uh...

It's more like it's an educated guess.

So, like, if tomorrow, if you go to the zoo, it would be an educated guess to

bring, um, an umbrella, even if it doesn't rain?

And I said maybe we could go, okay? But I'm not sure.

Yeah, you are. Maybe always means no.

All right, look, I'll tell you what.

If it doesn't rain tomorrow, we'll sneak out there for a little while at lunch.

Okay? You got a deal?

Okay. May I be excused? Where are you going?

To get the umbrellas. I think mine's in my closet.

I'm going to go check.

I don't think you're going to get out of this one.

I think you're right.

Can I ask you something?

About meteorology?

No.

Has John said anything to you?

About what?

Nothing, I was just curious.

Something wrong?

No, I just feel like I'm becoming an expert on relationships that don't work

out.

Did you guys break up?

No, not yet. Just, I don't know, days or just... Turning into weeks and I don't

know where we're going with this.

Like mother, like daughter.

You got a little sauce.

In your lip.

Once upon a time, victim number one, 42, a housewife.

She parked her car outside a friend's house 10 o 'clock in the morning.

No robbery, no sexual assault.

Beaten so badly, bones were sticking through her skin when they found her.

Victim number two.

Three days later, court stenographer. Found at a bus stop near Piedmont Park.

1 .30 in the afternoon.

Broken neck, broken spine, fractured pelvis.

His family had no idea why he was at the bus stop. Said he never used public

transportation.

He was on his lunch hour?

Yeah. Victim three. Two days later, 31.

He owned an athletic shoe store.

He was found 5 .30 a .m.

First uniform on the scene. Took one look and puked his guts out.

He was running at 5 .30 in the morning?

According to his friends, this guy worked out five, six times a week, day

night, no matter what.

Last night's statistic.

We know the rest.

Well, when a killer punishes like this, it usually means that he knows the

victim. That's what triggers this kind of frenzy. No connect so far. Business,

family, locations.

Only thing they have in common is an area code.

Like I said, maybe he didn't know.

I understand focused hatred.

But if I live to be Noah's age, I'll never understand the pure joy of random

killing.

It isn't just about murder.

The autopsies indicate that the victims were dead long before the beating

stopped and no other weapon was used.

Sir, punishment's the wrong word. Rip.

Enough to rip hair out of Tortorici's skull by the roots.

Some of them still had bits of scalp hanging. It takes an incredible amount

strength to yank hair out like that.

Hey, four victims who didn't know each other.

The victims may be random, but the rage isn't. Well, they're not the trigger,

but something is there in this guy.

Allergies, medication, a wound.

Maybe it was an animal.

That orangutan in the Edgar Allan Poe story.

Murder's in the room log.

George, keep looking for connects.

And I want a list of all felony assaults.

Ray, see if you can lift any prints off Dr. Ricci's body.

Since Atlanta PD called us, you've been coordinating the entire investigation.

I've received a list of their known offenders, guys with a history of

battery. As far as we know, none of them have murdered anyone, but they're

potential suspects.

I'd like you to take a look.

Okay. Let's get to work.

You know what the trouble is?

Too many jerks who don't know when to walk away.

Five arrests for assaulting a battery, maybe that's your problem, too.

No, because I don't start nothing.

I finish it.

I just give them what they got coming. What if they keep coming? They don't.

I don't kill people. It's against the law.

And I fit the profile.

Well, we haven't really worked that out yet.

I didn't do anything wrong.

It's a popular phrase these days.

It's a morally relative world the way I look at it.

People are still responsible for their actions.

Unless they're nutcases.

You're a nutcase?

I'm an angel.

Unaware.

Well, that must be a very interesting occupation.

That cursed construction's taken me and my crew all over the world.

Anywhere somebody wants to put in a power grid or bring a generator online.

We do a lot of upgrade work, too, for, uh... You know, environmental standards,

earthquake preparedness, muscle work. How long have you been in Atlanta, Mr.

DeMathis? About two months.

Didn't know it got so hot here. Good thing you guys get some rain once in a

while. And before that?

Phoenix, Portland, Osaka.

The, uh, muscle work that goes on day and night, right? Yeah, day and night.

Everybody wants a job done yesterday.

Contractor, subs, money guys, city.

The whole world's in a hurry and they're all out of my butt to get the job done.

Sometimes it makes me want to scream.

Yeah, well, I know that feeling.

You must have worked all over the states, right? Big cities.

Screaming up to kill someone?

I don't know. He seems okay.

Well, according to his rap sheet, he's not so okay after a couple of drinks.

I've seen okay guys turn pretty ugly.

No, I think we're missing something.

Drunks usually... Provoke or get provoked.

I don't get drunk having the stamina or the focus to do what this guy's doing.

Go back to the Atlanta PD list, throw out a wet in it.

Want to grab some lunch? No, I've got a date.

Must be lonely on the road, Mr.

Mathis. You know, sometimes hotels get to be like home.

Oh, look, look at him.

Look, look at the baby.

Mom,

do chimpanzees laugh at us the way we laugh at them?

Well, probably.

I mean, look at us. We've got these silly clothes on. You have all this

hair. You're eating cute stuff.

Look at that guy.

Look at him.

Mom, if I were an animal, I'd be a giraffe.

Why's that?

I'm tall.

I can see everything.

What if people stand in front of me?

Well, there is one problem with being a giraffe, though. What's that?

He sleeps in, yeah.

Yeah. Uh -oh, Weatherman was right. Come on, Chloe, let's go.

He just guessed right.

I don't think they can help it, sweetie.

They're scared.

Come on, let's go.

Oh,

my

God.

It's like to be a hurricane.

Yeah. What seems to be the problem?

My phone. It's like an old woman. There's some gone some.

I'll check the phone. The wind probably just loosened up the cable.

You must be Jack.

Hello. Yes.

Looks like the same trail.

That ought to narrow it down to about half a million guys.

He never goes inside.

I'm sorry I didn't call sooner.

The honest truth is I was scared to leave.

Excuse me.

You can call me Eugenia. It's been a long time since I was a missus.

My name is Samantha Waters. I'm with the FBI. I know.

They told me you were a profiler.

What exactly is that job?

Um, yeah.

Well, Eugenia, when something like this happens, I try to figure out the kind of

person who did it. So you catch killers.

Must be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I guess you could say that part of my job is making the haystack smaller.

How?

Well, killers tend to leave things behind.

You mean like clues? Yes, yes. Clues to their personality, what they're like,

what kind of... people they are.

For instance, Eugene, you're free.

She's not a killer, but she... She collects things. She

collects old things and she keeps them.

So one might say that the path is important to her.

What else?

Well, you like a little tea now and then.

Yeah.

Strong tea.

Look, I'm afraid I'm not going to be in my cell.

I did hear a screaming.

And what did it sound like?

Sort of like a wounded animal.

But through the storm, it was all so blurry, you know, and my eyes just

what they used to be.

That's right. Is there anything else?

It's funny, I can remember things I did 40 years ago, but... Oh, sometimes I

can't even remember what I did last week.

Eugenia, I want to try something, okay?

I'm going to say a word, and I want you to tell me if it helps you remember

anything, okay?

Okay. All right.

Thunder.

No. Wind.

No. All right, how about anything beginning with the letter A, like in

No.

Me.

Stop.

He wasn't black.

That's a B.

Yes, it is.

I'm always trying to thank you very much. Grace, anything?

Some smudge is no clear print.

A shoe size of 12 triple E elaborates and still trying to match a brand name.

What do we have? Too much and too little.

Beating people up is about as popular as bowling, you know, but I'm not finding

anything to connect the victims. What about beatings that turned into murders?

Better. A couple of hundred throughout the country, not counting domestic

violence. Match them with weather reports.

Murders that took place outside during the rain.

Killing in the rain? It's the one thing the attacks have in common.

And it helps explain why no one saw anything.

Everyone was inside, like Eugenia Free and Mr. Murphy.

All right, the first one was on the street.

The guy at the bus stop, I think he probably went in there to keep dry. And

jogger ran in all kinds of weather.

Repairman and Tortorici had to be out. They were working. I need help here.

You think we're looking for a guy who goes out and beats the crap out of

when it rains? No.

That's nuts.

Well, in extreme cases, the weather can cause disorders that make you all night.

Like sleep deprivation leads to hallucinations? Yeah, something like

Remember the thing once about certain people in Scandinavia?

During long cold spells, they snap.

literally rip their victims limb from limb, and they call them berserkers.

All right, well, I think our killer snaps the same way.

A rainy day turns Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde. Elvis is still in the building.

I need to see it to believe it.

Grace, call the Atlanta Psychiatric Health Center. There's a Dr. Niehoff

I'd like him to come over.

Georgie, rainy days.

It's like you said in your letters.

It's not much, but it's home.

You said you kept my letters.

They're right here.

At the bottom.

I still can't believe I'm finally getting to meet you. I mean, a lot of

in prison, they get mail.

But it never turns into anything.

The problem with most people is that they're afraid of intimacy.

But you're not afraid of intimacy, are you?

Sharon.

The only thing I'm afraid of is loneliness.

It's all for you.

Get these damn things off me!

What are you thinking?

Are you thinking you're right and he's got it?

Well, go ahead. You won't be the first.

Come on, you lousy, stinking psycho!

Talk to me.

You lousy, stinking...

Spunky baby.

I like spunk.

Raw spunk. I'll be able to mold it into talent. That's what I want.

You can touch it.

Taste it.

Jack Sp -

Crazy.

Maybe.

Because you'll never be lonely again.

Never.

There's no question uncontrollable rage can be triggered in a human being by an

external impulse, like the weather.

Dr. Niehoff, you're telling us that something as simple as rain can push

over the edge.

I have a patient who loses control whenever the wind reaches a certain

particularly at night, searing him like a piece of meat, and the pain he

imagines is intolerable. At a certain velocity, but not at others.

For the patient, it's like a bonfire.

The more fuel, the higher the fire, until it...

Drives them past this threshold and out of control.

How do you treat it?

Medication. Years of therapy.

The human mind is like outer space.

There's a million unfathomable corners.

People who suffer from this, how do they feel about what's happening to them?

At first, they're terrified.

They hate what they've become.

They often describe violent, bizarre urges.

Primordial. And they look for ways to vent their anger or avoid it.

Any idea what caused it?

Nobel Prize for that one.

All we know is that it's progressive.

Once it starts, it feeds on itself, it gets worse, and it can lead to suicide.

If you're still interested, I have a therapy session I can show you.

In this session, we're trying to evaluate the patient's threshold,

we can treat it.

What you're about to see is worst case, and it's not very pleasant.

Why don't you go ahead and fast forward a few minutes.

Now we see that gesture a lot.

He's trying to stop the wind.

He's near his threshold.

Notice he ignores the table and chair and focuses on the human element.

This patient committed

suicide.

Guy finds his victims in the rain, hard rain. But the rain is fairly

unpredictable.

Okay, so what kind of job would he have where he could take off any time, day or

night?

Something dependent on the weather, like gardener? House painter, baseball

umpire. Or he could be self -employed or unemployed.

He's definitely a loner.

Or he does muscle work.

Power grids and construction.

They knock off when it rains.

To Mathis?

I'm going to have George match his whereabouts with victims in Phoenix,

Portland, and Osaka.

So, when we're off for lunch, how about dinner?

About like at my house?

I'll bring the wine.

One time, I guess she was about four, I told her bedtime is 8 .30.

No arguments, no excuses.

8 .30 on the dot.

Francis goes to bed.

It's about two weeks later.

And I'm telling her a story.

She's got her pajamas on.

She says, Daddy, when's it going to be 8 .30?

I mean, she was so tired, she could barely keep her eyes open.

So I look over to the clock.

It's like five after eight.

And then she says, Daddy, can we finish the story tomorrow?

I know it's not 8 .30, but I'm so sleepy.

You know, I don't think I've ever had red wine with macaroni and cheese.

It's very good.

I drink it with anything.

I'm angry, Sam.

Angry at Frances.

Angry at myself.

And then I feel guilty for being angry.

Well, what do you want to do?

I want to protect her.

I want to keep her out of jail.

And I want her to know that I forgive her.

Well, maybe you should start by learning how to forgive yourself.

Oh, it's a nice thought.

Very hard to do.

You know, I look back on my life.

Things that happen.

Things like us.

But there is such a thing as fate.

Yeah.

I keep thinking there's something else I could have done.

I could have gotten him more help.

Gone to see him more often.

Even if you could go back and redo everything, who's to say that the

would be any different?

You cannot control another person's life.

You just can't.

But the only thing you can control is is putting on your left sock Yeah,

if you can tell which one is exactly I've cried a lot of tears

This is the McHenry building in Portland, built last year.

DeMathis was on site supervising for three months.

Two murders, same M .O. Both victims killed during driving rainstorms. The

Trade Commission.

DeMathis was there twice, once for two months, later for three weeks.

During his second trip, the body was found near the Kobe railway station

month's loan.

Could be coincidence.

Of course, in Atlanta, some coincidence.

Where was he when he was picked up for assault?

Once in San Francisco and once in Arizona where he lived with his family.

California gave him probation.

Arizona cut a deal. He did 14 months. Basically, the DA invited him to leave.

He probably needed the prison space for politicians.

And then where'd he go?

Tucson. Less rain.

I don't know. It still doesn't click.

Why the hesitation, son?

DeMathis is social.

I mean, he's married. He likes to drink, gets in bar fights.

It's a different mechanism.

He goes out looking to get loaded.

looking to attack. I mean, he's in control.

Do you remember when you mentioned the murders in the room work?

Yeah, I meant that as a metaphor for this guy's wild kind of frenzy.

But the difference is the howling.

I mean, Murphy described it as a whale.

Eugenia Freese said that it sounded like a wounded animal.

Not like a lion's roar or an animal in the attack, but the one that's

that's out of control.

I still think we'd better talk to him.

Done? You

know

where the foreman is?

Yeah over there.

Excuse me.

We're looking for Jerry DeMathis.

Jerry D?

He left.

Flaves get wet, boss stays dry.

You're shutting down for the day?

Deems gets slippery.

Sides, he likes to work in the rain.

Do you have any idea where he may have gone?

Same place he always goes, downtown.

It's called the Corner Corral.

He likes to take a pretty good ride every night.

John, Sam will meet you back at the command center.

Hey, Steve -o!

You guys, cut it out and get your asses down here before you get electrocuted.

Billy.

Talk to him.

The method?

Don Grat?

Yeah, I know who you are.

Central Bureau of Idiots.

What do you want?

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Oh, it's too bad because I'm rushed out of answers.

Could you just step outside and let me take a couple minutes?

You know, that is what you said the last time.

Please.

Beautiful. See?

As legal counsel to Mr. DeMathis, as well as Beckhurst Construction, I think

we're basically in a position where nobody wins.

What do you mean?

On the date of two of your murders, Mr. DeMathis was at our corporate

headquarters for meetings about our project here.

Now, since he was physically in Chicago, I find it hard to believe that he could

kill someone in Atlanta.

Well, it's going to take more than a piece of paper. You'll get all the

documentation necessary.

Point is, I'm demanding he be released on his own recognizance immediately.

He assaulted a federal agent.

Mr. DeMathis has been harassed by law enforcement before. There were several

witnesses present. I was present. Your client was drunk. We acknowledge Mr.

DeMathis' drinking problem, but without prejudice to this case... Didn't your

mother ever teach you not to interrupt when someone... We are prepared to place

him in a program.

For rehabilitation.

Filton County Jail is a good place to start.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir wouldn't convict on what you've got.

Good. Better excuse from jury duty.

We're booking a client for assault. John. You're wasting taxpayers' money,

Malone. And you're wasting my time.

Bill.

Sounds like something you step in on the sidewalk.

Billy, I've been thinking.

About what?

Well, maybe DeMathis wasn't here, but members of his crew might have been.

they were in Portland and Osaka as well.

Tell George to check Beckhurst's employee roster.

Hey, Sam?

Yeah? The other night?

Thank you.

Now, Beckhurst has got over 7 ,000 employees.

Some of them are part -time, but I ran their payroll against their travel

records from Portland and Osaka.

I'm surprised they gave them to you.

Yeah. All right.

Okay. Her two are white collar. They're probably like auditors, in and out once

a week on each job. The other four are to map us in his crew.

What do you want to do?

Sam. Oh, I'm sorry.

George, is there any way we can get the ethnicity of these people?

Well, we only have the names.

You want me to run rap sheets?

Yeah, would you?

I'll be right back.

I'm coming.

Coming.

Hello?

Eugenia, this is Samantha Waters.

Oh, yeah. Do you remember the other day when we spoke?

And I was giving you some letters to try to help you remember what had happened.

Eugenia, when I got to the letter B, you said that the man wasn't black.

That's right. Uh -huh. How did you know that?

Oh, my gosh.

I can see it now like I did then.

It's because he was bald.

B is for bald.

I saw his head in the rain.

I'll check around back.

No, he's got nowhere to go. I've got to help John.

No, John can handle it. Come on.

I don't have to do this.

I wasn't really asleep.

I mean, not really.

Still in bed?

Yeah.

I saw that on the news.

That was a tough one. I'm beginning to wonder where the easy ones are.

Another life.

So, you wanted to talk?

How do you always know when I want to talk about something?

You ate up for me.

I just want to know, was John just a coincidence?

Or was it you?

That was fate.

I had nothing to do with it, honestly.

No, Angel, I always lie to you.

Well, you did once.

No, I didn't. Yeah.

Harry Simons.

at my birthday party.

Yes.

You kissed him playing post office and he told everybody. Okay, look at you.

said we keep a straight face about it. We were 10 years old. It's okay.

Okay. Well, all right. All right. You want to take a walk down memory lane?

right. I got one for you. How about Willie Smithers? Remember Willie

He's the one who carried a football around with him his entire life. Okay.

was a dumb job, but everyone should do it once.

So you think I should talk to John?

Yeah, I do.

I mean, I guess whatever happens, we can still be friends.

I don't see why not.

I love you.

But I hate the cage.

No more cages.

From now on, it's just blue skies above you and honey on your tongue.

Promise?

Anything.

You're supposed to be.

I still don't know why you do all these things for me.

You have no idea of the things that I'm going to do for you.

And we've only just begun. Look.

This is my favorite time.

My favorite time of all.