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Who's here anybody there?

To lay the methods for an old friend of mine. Can you help me do that? Can you?

This used to be the public library.

They closed it for termites.

They closed it? Never heard of bug spray in Louisiana?

I wish I would have thought of that.

The fact is, it wasn't no statement. Bugs chewed off the beans.

The whole damn city's rotting with them.

Hey, you're going to watch that step.

You said the victim slept here. You're thinking vagrant, right?

Nope. A PhD in expensive classification, library science.

They didn't take all the books, but they hired him to catalog all that old

French stuff.

He moved in for the job.

Dr. Chavo Reynoso.

Faculty of the University of New Mexico.

You know him?

Hard to tell, at least not from the name.

Watch the trips.

Thanks.

Was there a letter?

Nope. I got word to leave it like we found it until you showed up.

If the killer brought one, he would have to take it with him.

It doesn't look like any of this furniture was moved.

But there's no blood on anything except the floor, so if he was stabbed after he

was hung up... Anybody knows how long it would take to lose all your blood drop

by drop? Too long.

M .E. said he had a ligature wrapped around his neck.

It's gone, too.

Is this where he left the message?

Yeah, that's the one for you.

But it's not a call. He used the memo button to record it right here.

VCTF, I'm retro.

First class, numero uno.

404 -555 -0111.

Sounds like he was reading or something.

Well, he had a ladder number for you people.

John, you want to hear that message again?

Sure.

Tell the VF, I mean the VCTF, I'm retro.

First class, numero uno. Unretro, numero uno.

Fine, fine, fine.

Duck going back to number one.

His first victim, Janet Fletcher.

Which?

How did you figure that?

The orange electrical cord.

It's too deliberate.

Have one of your forensic tape bring in an ultraviolet light, please.

Manny, bring one of those UV tubes.

The orange one is coiled the same way as the one he used on Janet Fletcher.

Kicking again.

I thought you said your patients never complained.

The baby.

He's got my personality. He's testing out his boundaries.

Maybe we should postpone this a little more. I don't want you pushing yourself,

Grace. If you don't feel up to it, we'll postpone it.

You know, you used to work me 16 hours at a stretch.

Now everybody is so careful.

Morgan, he wants me home. My sister wants me in bed. And my mother wants me

on 119th Street with her.

I got news.

I think of eviscerating dead people as prenatal aerobics.

I'd say he died somewhere between 9 and midnight by asphyxia. All the bleeding

was post -mortem after he was strangled. Some of the blood settled in his feet.

Yeah, that's true. He's got quite a bit of lividity.

It's as though his feet were lower than his trunk.

Are the cuts around his wrists, are they deeper than the ones around his ankles?

Oh, yeah, they're quite a bit deeper.

So he was hung up by his wrists for some time before he tied him up by the

ankle. From the amount of lividity, I'd say two hours.

Hanging and stabbing for two hours, that's pretty dead.

Yeah, he was stabbed over a hundred times. If his heart hadn't stopped, he

have bled out a lot sooner than he did.

It sounds like rage. Rage isn't Jack's thing. No, it isn't a rage killing. It's

too staged, too neat.

Typical Jack. Even down to an old M .O.

That's what confuses me.

Jack never kills the same way twice.

Well, he didn't.

There is a new wound pattern. Instead of his favorite long downward stroke or

clean slice...

Some of these are a shorter stroke with a left twist.

Twist on a twist.

That's Jack.

It's murder. It's Jack.

But it's not.

Why would he write, Miss me, Sam, I do not miss you, and then kill someone to

send that message? It's contradictory.

It's also petulant, like a spoiled child.

Jack tried to make you feel like a killer and failed.

Well, I'm not sure you would see it that way.

Sam. We still need players.

I told you, I can't. Chloe's school is having an open house that day. Good

They changed the date on that now. It's the next Saturday.

You checked on me? You called the school?

That's illegal.

I know, but the first game is against domestic terrorism and they are begging

get their butts kicked.

Bailey's been out of the hospital for two months.

He's quarterbacking the game.

He is?

You bet. The rattlesnake. He moves, he strikes the best.

Look, I've seen Bailey play, right? He's no Michael Jordan.

Sam, Michael Jordan plays basketball.

Don't be obnoxious, right? You know what I mean.

Good luck to you and the snake, but I cannot make it.

Look.

It's not about football. It's a good way to unplug your brain for a few hours.

It'll be fun.

Fun.

I can't. It's all right.

Did you ask your roommate?

No. No, I didn't. But you know what? She's probably at home right now. You

should give her a call.

It's closing time. Care for a drink?

I don't think so.

Please.

So, what can I do for you?

Read this.

It's not public knowledge yet.

Deputy Commissioner.

Congratulations. It's a big step.

Caught Ellen by surprise, too. She didn't mention it?

I haven't talked to Ellen in over a month, Art.

And whose idea was that?

Well, if you spoke with her, you should know.

You cost me my wife.

She left you before I even met her, Art. When I told you it wasn't over between

you and me, I meant it.

The director sent me to report back to him on when in hell you're going to

Jack of all trades.

Tell him when we catch him.

Since you hung out your shingle, his frequency has increased. He's killed

more people. I know the numbers, including the 34 killers we put in jail.

ordering a full review, top down, prior to my recommendation that we put you out

of business.

It's a miracle you still have a gig, Malone.

I hear everyone is gunning for you, even your kid.

Is she still really a fugitive?

Just walk away, Art.

I dreamed about it.

I never ever dreamed.

But I dreamed about it.

Only one dream.

I've lost count of how many I've had.

What was it like?

Stabbing that man with a knife.

Oh, it hurt my arm.

What are you staring at? You're getting more.

And more beautiful.

I want you to do something for me.

What?

Throw it.

I said just...

I know you're only doing that to make me feel guilty.

I mean, you've got this perfect body. You're skinny as a rail, and yet every

morning, you come out here and you're sunny.

Look, why feel guilty?

You know, you're the one that eats anything. You never gain an ounce.

And it's great for stress.

I should do something. Yeah.

We can go hiking again.

Oh, I hate hiking.

Oh, hey, are you going to play that football game on Saturday?

What football game?

Didn't John play?

No, we keep missing each other.

Sounds to me like we're avoiding each other.

Probably.

We haven't been on a date in, like, weeks.

How long are you going to get that?

John is not going to be the one to say it's over, but making a date to break up

isn't exactly on the top of my list either.

Right.

So I'm going to get to my studio and have a good day. All right. Don't think

much. I will. I'll be good. Bye. Close. Breakfast.

Hi, Terry. How are you?

Good.

This is so good.

Thank you. That's the person who brought me for my birthday.

Oh, you know what? I did get your book from the library, honey.

Really? Yeah.

Thank you.

What bar?

Oh, no, that's mine.

Okay. The Reynoso killing has three points of comparison to Janice

besides the electric cord. The way it's braided.

Same number of slip knots.

And it's definitely Jack's writing, even though he did it with a paintbrush.

Now, so far, no links between Reynoso and any of Jack's other victims. And,

no links with your past.

Could be a victim of opportunity, but I doubt it. Jack's not random.

Tell the VF, I mean the VCTF, I'm retro.

First class, numero uno.

Retro and numero uno definitely points to Fletcher, like you said.

Renoso could be the first one of a repeat performance.

Well, Jack's taken from the topic, and there's a cheery prospect.

Why hang Renoso up by his hands for hours and only then hang him up spread

-eagle by his feet? Because he wants us to notice him.

George.

Cowboy Brooks.

Renoso's... Friends described him as shy and retiring.

Real bookworm.

Not exactly the sort to wear cowboy boots.

George, can you magnify the bottoms of the shoes?

Not a scratch. Right out of the box.

Jack brought the boots to make a point. What a cowboy boot. Tell us.

High stepping? Feet up? Boots? Pulled up by your boot? By your bootstrap?

Booting. That's how you start off a computer and give it a first set of

instructions. It's called a bootstrap program.

I wonder, does one set of instructions imply another?

Morning.

Morning. I was wondering if you could give me a hand?

A second.

I've been having a little trouble with my transmission.

As long as I don't have to leave the garage.

No problem.

Hello. Hey.

I haven't actually seen it all in one place in a while.

26 people in 10 years.

Records gave me everything.

Evidence, photos.

Quantico has an expression, tonnage.

A case sometimes sinks into its own weight.

Look, Bailey, I want to rebuild Jack's profile from scratch.

And I was thinking about running it by my doctoral tutor from Emory. Her name

Melinda Gillespie. She's not a criminologist, but I really like the way

thinks. Well, then I think it's a good idea. We need it.

Making the team, the ABC of sports.

You gonna play?

No, I'm not. I'm just reading.

You read.

You get a ball, a bunch of people, and play.

I don't know how to play football.

Well, I mean, this is not real football. It's touch football. There's no

contact.

You never played football?

No. Well, look, I'll make you a deal.

If you'll play, I'll teach you everything you need to know for a

which is basically the chug beer.

Deal.

Deal.

Sam and Bailey, we've got a message coming in from the command center that

be another one like New Orleans.

Call came in two minutes ago.

Switchboard sent it right to us. Let's hear it.

I'm Nebo.

Second class in many ways.

Don't be long.

Please?

Press 5. And then it just keeps repeating.

Okay.

It's recorded at 11 .29 for automatic delivery by the BDP Message Center,

is a long -distance carrier in Biloxi. Point of origin here, 4112 Canal.

Tony, get a hot shot to Biloxi and scramble the shot.

Take a message.

Put him through.

President Malone, BCTF, what do we got?

It should be open, but it's locked.

Sounds like a radio playing.

I hailed the building, no replies, so we sealed off the exits and waited for

you. Where are the employees?

We've accounted for all but one.

If the owner can't find his day man, a royal yowl whacked male 26.

Jack's not going to send us a message when he locks himself inside a building.

Probably not.

Something's moving.

The hell is going on?

Keep your cowboys under control. You may have just killed a missing employee.

John. Yeah.

Let's move inside.

Take the north side. Go slow.

John.

I smell gunpowder, but I don't see anybody.

That's what would move.

There's a shotgun.

From Jack Rick and Broadside.

So clear!

Fill the tailpipe with shrapnel.

Go out the windows.

You used a timer.

You wanted us to get here first.

Primitive, but clever.

Hung the coveralls for the fact of looking around.

You understand any of this? We're working on it.

Looks like Jack straightened up the bulletin board class.

He left us the page from the phone book listing this place.

It has two holes in it.

It's a different page. More garages.

With only one hole in it.

He's going to a second garage.

Jack warms up with one in New Orleans, now two herders, on opposite sides of

Biloxi, less than an hour apart.

Men who, as far as we know, never met.

Grace?

The holes are larger than thumbtacks or pushpins, but they do match a

competition dart. They weren't thrown at the scene. The pages were brought there

from somewhere else. Well, if he's throwing darts, he's picking victims at

random, at least within a specific subgroup, garages.

Not exactly random.

Look at the lifting for Chuck's garage. It had two holes in it.

Looks like he kept throwing until he hit the same name twice.

Playing darts was someone's life. Then he only threw one more dart to pick the

second garage.

Anyone would do as long as it wasn't right next door.

Do you want to play the tape?

I'm nouveau.

Second class in many ways.

Don't be long.

We'll eat.

Second class in many ways.

Reynoso said first class.

The first set of instructions.

Yeah, it must have been the second class in the many ways to die.

That's also Nouveau.

Jack never drowned anyone before, so he's definitely not starting over.

Grace, the stab wounds, same variation in technique as Renessa?

No, not as much, but it's not an exact science, and it's not like he wasn't

trying to kill.

First class, second class.

We already know how people kill, Jack.

We don't need to listen to Neil.

I've got a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I'm going to take an hour,

You okay?

Yeah, physical routine.

Sure.

Dad.

Melinda.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

I know.

It's been so long. I know.

I read about you more in the papers.

And you call.

I'm sorry.

I'm always so busy.

How's your daughter?

She's big. She's really big.

Here.

It's a picture of her.

Oh.

She's seven now.

You should come over and see her.

I'm going to hold you to that.

Talked to your father recently?

No.

Still avoiding him. When are you two ever going to settle this rift? It's

waste. I know.

Listen, Melinda, I... I invited you over here for purely selfish reasons.

I need your help.

Give me about an hour.

Hello, George.

Haven't seen my new car, have you?

A lot of big changes in my life since we last did business.

The firm made me a full partner.

Oh, very nice. Thank you.

Don't be a hypocrite.

It wasn't business we did. It was grand theft.

You know, it's a funny thing.

Hypocrite is only a word to the legal profession.

Burton, whatever it is, just please cut to the chase. I've got to get back to

work.

I need a favor.

George, and only you can do it.

I happen to think when it comes to computer security, you have the most

brilliant mind in the country. It's flattering. Thanks, but I did you the

biggest favor I could. I kept your name out of everything.

Just listen to the man.

George, this is Marcus Payton.

Mr. Payton is my client, sir.

Let's call him guarantor.

If you're still fixing bank accounts by computer, I'm not touching it again.

Once is enough. Thank you. Good to see you.

See, the way I hear it...

Your guardian angel on Atlanta PD, a badge named Grant, hooked you up with

immunity in exchange for your expertise.

Then he slid your ass on over to the FBI to be with him.

Now you got a nice setup with the feeds, a lover and a cat.

Sweet.

A castle built on illusion.

I think what my friend Marcus means is that you weren't totally frank with the

police. You failed to mention the unified bank deal in Houston.

That's the only time I ever moved any money around, and only because you put

up to it. Look, you busted up their best security, George.

For immunity, they like you to cop all the way.

Now pick your best shots.

That Houston deal comes out, George, and you go back to jail.

Blackmail cuts both ways?

No. I've spent the better part of last year erasing my tracks, but your friends

find out that you weren't candid, well, they'll feel...

Awfully betrayed, Grant.

Stuck out his neck for you, George.

You try and drag me into this, he'll just see it as a cheap smokescreen.

Find somebody else.

I can't.

Sure you can.

It'll be a snap.

Jack travels all over the country to kill.

He taunts you.

He eludes you with disguises. He plans his moves like a chess master.

How the hell does one man do it?

I don't know.

But when he kills, it's a deeply private act.

I think that he's more alone than anyone you or I could ever imagine.

That's classic.

Man who can't have a successful normal relationship, loser.

But what intelligence.

He's got to be bloody brilliant.

Yes, well, he's very well educated.

His speech is full of literary illusions, very glib, very creative.

Unfettered travel, limitless funds.

He either has family wealth or he's... Very successful thief.

High function.

Which is not consistent with a killer trapped by madness and failing at

everything. Exactly. He's too crazy to be as good as he is.

Obviously a control freak.

But I can't find a single pattern to his killing. It's not sexual. It's not

personal.

Except when it relates to his obsession with you.

I can never get ahead of him.

All I can ever do is react.

Sam, you're the key.

He found a new way to suppress his need for now, but he's always going to come

back to you.

It's inevitable.

It's probably the only way you're going to catch him.

I know.

Your response from Biloxi on Royley Yacht's employment record?

Not yet.

What you working on?

This guy looks like a walking disaster area.

He's cleaning out some old files, whatnot.

Payton, Marcus Payton. Don't know him.

I keep my eye on the Connor mob.

You should give me this stuff when you run across it, George.

I'll print it up. I'll get it to you.

Hey, settle a bet for me.

This guy who works in EDP in organized crime swears to me that outfits like

O 'Connor's are starting to go in for computer crime, and I just thought they

were too busy busting legs.

World changes. If Al Capone or Bugsy Siegel were still alive, they'd be

guys like you.

Here's a lot of scrimmage.

Here's me. Now, I'm supposed to go around there and... You run 30 yards on

fly. Right. Well, what's a fly? I toss the ball. You catch it.

He tosses the ball. I catch it. Fly.

Helps me to remember. Be quiet.

Hey, Bailey.

Got a call.

Daddy.

Oh, God.

Francis, are you okay?

Wow, this is getting old, huh?

I ask how you are.

You ask how I am.

Tell me where you are, sweetheart.

Huh? How do you know where to find me?

Well, it's Wednesday.

You always work out on Wednesday.

Tell me where you are. I'll come get you, Franny.

Can't you fix this?

W. Like you did before, what's the problem?

Okay, we'll work this all out.

Well, the problem, Daddy, is that as much as I'd like to,

I won't try to.

You got it?

Let's go. Yeah.

You're... Glad you're still here.

Just recorded a call from... Francis, pick up a car radio with voices.

Can you filter this? Like you did before? What's the problem?

Tell me where you are, Fred. I'll come get you. We'll work this all out.

What a problem, Daddy. I said as much as I'd like to.

I don't trust you.

Before she speaks, in the music.

W heavy.

What a problem, Daddy.

It's W. Happy.

What's that mean? She's home.

WHVY is the FM station right here in Atlanta.

Thanks, George. I'll call Atlanta PD.

Yeah. No.

Perdom's off duty.

Maybe I'll just drive around.

If I get to her first, I might be able to talk her into surrendering. Rather

than let the cops snatch her off the street. We'll find her, Bailey. Don't

about that.

There's only half a dozen spots.

Nobody.

Everybody.

Are we gonna kill her?

Kill her?

that for?

We never kill.

We create.

Yeah, well, you would, too, if all you had were French fries.

Look, I'd love to talk to you, John, but I gotta go.

Granny?

Please come home.

Yeah.

By home, you mean jail.

Not gonna lie to you, Francis.

You're a fugitive, okay?

We'd better go to the police.

Come on, we'll put this behind us, okay?

And we'll start over.

No.

Your old man's been killing himself looking for you.

Freddy?

Well, I didn't try hard enough.

Freddy.

I could have thought I was rushing you, but we were lovers.

Please.

I never think I take this lightly or for granted.

It really doesn't matter if you were rushing me or not.

I just wasn't ready.

Doesn't mean I don't have feelings for you.

I did.

I do.

Do you have feelings for me, but they're not enough for commitment?

And sometimes feelings aren't enough, and you have to just move on and let it

go.

If you're lucky, you can stay friends.

Oh, yeah.

That'll be great. Yeah, we'll be buddies.

Angel, come on. No, no, I'm not going to pretend that I'm not sorry.

It's time.

It's so warm in here.

Crawl in here with me. Your tickets.

We're on a schedule.

Oh, sorry.

I keep pushing us back, but the secondary's weak. Great.

I'm going to pass. Okay.

George, take the sideline. Okay.

Angel, down the middle. Okay.

John. Yeah. Block that big guy out. He keeps knocking me down. Okay.

Okay? You go look.

I want you to get Chloe home, okay?

Chloe, you stay with Angel, okay? Mama loves you. You be careful.

Delivered by messenger.

Different phone books.

The city names have been trimmed off.

There'll be two hits on one name.

My name is Sikorsky. Initial E, page one, Edna, page two.

Searching the national database for street names and matching residents.

K, E.

Sikorsky, Bangor, Maine. So the same as in Biloxi, check. Pick the first name by

random and then someone with a similar name, right? Edna Sikorsky, San

Francisco. You got Maine on line one, San Francisco on two. You're on speaker.

Mr. Sikorsky.

Yes, someone's here.

He's got a knife.

I'm Bailey Malone, Mr. Sikorsky. Let me speak with him, please.

Mr. Sikorsky, my name is Samantha Waters. I'm with the FBI.

Mr. Korsky, are you all right? There's someone in my house.

George, roll the locals out to both houses now. Sam, you and John to San

Francisco. I'll go to Bangor. If it's Jack, what's he doing on both coasts at

the same time? We coordinate every move step by step on video so we don't

stumble into anything alone.

Jack may have written an ambush. We deploy in two teams.

Got your video, Josh.

Got you here in San Francisco.

Bangor police have secured the perimeter and waited. Same here. Nobody in or

out.

John, watch out for movie traps, trips, delayed devices, anything is possible.

If something looks suspicious, back out fast.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go.

Need some light over here.

Over here.

Can you see this, John?

We have the same here.

Footprint, but not dirt.

Blood. It's dry.

Same here.

Okay.

Proceed, John.

You got some books that have been pulled out of the shelves here.

Yeah, I got that, John.

Yeah, you're breaking up.

Can you see this?

Truck on my side, too.

Book.

Toy truck.

He set the stage in very place.

I hear you, John.

Yep. Yep.

You all right? Yep. Open very carefully, John.

Very carefully.

Now.

You see it? Duction coil trigger.

For any secondary trips.

I've got a body.

I miss your face.

You see this, Sam?

Matt.

He made a mask of my face.

Sam?

More than an ebony that screws who was shown his own corpse by the guards.

Give us his grave.

You didn't see him twice.

Two of them.

There are two types of knife wounds in Renoso's body.

Two dead in Biloxi within an hour.

Could be possible for one man.

But not this.

Not 3 ,000 miles apart.

He met his new partner.

You think he cloned himself?

First lesson.

Second lesson.

Graduation.

Jax created a partner in his own image.

Is that it to the point?

He killed me twice.

Get forensics out of here now.

Bailey?

Bailey, have you got this on the mask and banger?

You're coming in ragged. What do you got?

It's a kiss.

Jack sent his new partner out here for a little biocostal murder.

And I'm afraid that she's in love with her work.

Come to bed with me. I said go back to sleep.

You've got enough to dream about.

But I want to do something first.