All language subtitles for Profiler s02e06 Old Acquaintance

Done. Thank you, lady.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks. Merry Christmas. Why don't you
two take off, and I'll close up. Okay,

great. Thanks. Merry Christmas.

Excuse

me,

miss. I'm sorry. It's just about closing
time.

I'd like to try these.

And this?

Enough. Enough.

How

is

everything?

Is

everything

okay?

How is everything fitting?

Why don't you tell me? Let's have a
look.

You know what I don't like about the
victims?

Their eyes.

Can I know that I'm going to have to
look through those eyes and see what

saw?

Sam, maybe you should quit.

If I thought he would stop, I would.

Hey. Hey.

What,

you've been up all night?

No, off and on.

Look, maybe you should talk to somebody.

I have been.

Good.

Yeah.

Look,

Angel, it's an alumni homecoming thing.

It's an annual homecoming which you
haven't been to in years.

Well, I don't think I'm going to go.

Look, I probably wouldn't want to either
if I were you, but...

This might be exactly what you need, you
know, to be around people who you know,

people who know you, not just co
-workers.

I was thinking of taking Chloe and...
Chloe is with her grandparents. She is

having a blast. We're talking about one
weekend.

You're going to be together all through
Christmas vacation.

You know what?

Bailey's expecting me. I'm going to get
ready.

Coop's original autopsy indicates that a
power drill was used to make multiple

punctures in his neck, his chest, and
his back.

Deep hits was only two and a half inches
long.

Almost everyone had soft tissue, which
suggests to me that less physical

strength was used. Maybe she killed
Cooper not you.

You can see it in our faces.

Everybody's wondering, how's she doing?

How's she handling it?

Your friends are concerned about you.

We have a right to be concerned.

Does you have a right to grieve alone?

How about work? Has that become harder?

Work?

Work's the only place I feel
comfortable.

Maybe this time he wanted to see her in
action, maybe she wanted to perform.

He would have sought her out, someone
with a history of violence but not

A woman who was malleable, someone he
could control, someone he could form.

How is the prison and psych hospital
search?

An hour to town to female parolees and
prisoners released nationally within the

last year. It's still at over 5 ,000.

She wouldn't be on parole.

She probably served her time.

Jack would want someone with as few ties
as possible.

I don't think she'll call it in.

Yeah, I know.

Well, I wish she would, too.

Sam, come in.

What are you doing here?

Hold on, hold on a sec.

Look, I'm sorry, but this is for your
own good.

Told you being a little stubborn in the
holiday cheater part.

Look, I appreciate the concern, but I'm
okay.

Really okay.

If anything comes up, I'll call.

Promise. Billy, I'm fine.

There is someone else that has an
opinion about that.

Sam, don't even think of not coming to
this thing.

Colleen? If you don't get your butt up
here, you're not going to get back what

borrowed from you in 1982.

And I know you still miss it.

All right, Angel, I did my part. You do
yours.

Okay. Let's go. Get your bags packed,
and they are in the car. Go on, Sam. We

were world of good. Come on.

All right.

Okay. All right.

Enjoy yourself, Sam.

Goodbye.

Now, I had to pry this out of your hands
for Drew's 21st birthday party,

remember?

Cindy Lauper? Yes, Cindy Lauper.

Yeah, I remember that party. I wasn't
invited to it. Me either. Get over it.

Look, you did not miss anything, because
that was the night that she and Drew

had that fight that lasted for six
months.

Yeah, and we're still not sure it's
over.

Oh, hey, Eric. Hey, Roy.

How you doing?

Has anyone talked to Roy?

Please. What happened to him?

I can't believe how much Chloe has
grown.

That's sad.

Chloe is on your left. When are you
going to start wearing your glasses?

I figure as long as I can make out 20s,
I'm still doing okay.

A boyfriend gave her to me. I dropped
him and kept the dog. She was better

company.

I haven't been as successful as any of
you in love or career. I got divorced

last year, and I just took a job as an
insurance adjuster.

Well, it could have been worse. You
could have married Drew.

Oh, come on. He's not that bad.

No, Sam's the lucky one.

She got Tom, the last of the good men.

Tom is dead because of me. So is Cube.

There are a lot of people.

You did not kill them.

No.

I just provided the list.

Sam?

Greg. You're looking well.

Thank you. You too?

So, uh, so how you been?

Fine, Yusuf.

Well, you know, I'm the chief counsel
for the university now. Oh,

congratulations. And to you, too. I read
your name in the paper the other day.

They must like you over at the FBI.

Still tracking down sickos for a living.

Meet very many men that way. True.

Sensitive as ever. Honey, why don't you
stop being such a jerk and make yourself

useful?

Whatever you say, sweetheart.

His only career was... So he begrudges
people who actually have one. Don't let

him get to you.

Pauline and Drew.

Give me my bag.

Where are you going?

Bailey page.

You can't just call him?

Jack's resurfaced.

The victim was a seasonal part -time who
worked nights and mornings.

Body wasn't found until the second shift
came in.

Line of PD called us in when they
noticed a scarf with roses on it.

Figured it could have been Jack's
handiwork.

Who saw us? What's our last?

Two other employees who left just before
closing.

Hey, I thought you were on vacation.

I was.

Any idea what kind of weapon was used?

My guess is straight edge razor.

Clean cuts, fairly shallow, but a lot
of... Jack got very close.

But that wouldn't be hard in an area
this small. Of course, that could be my

side talking.

Fleet Force is way back there.

Sewer trial enclosed.

A female customer.

Jack's Jill.

Looks like she whipped herself into a
friend's head.

The clerk put up a fight.

I found several strands of long red hair
in her hands.

Also, the victim's ear is missing, and I
am assuming the earring that went on it

cultured pearl.

Trophy?

Proof of a kill.

Interesting with the scar.

Where is it?

Almost like she's wearing her school
colors, her teacher's insignia.

No prints, but she left a lot of sloppy
trace evidence.

Jack's got a B student by his hands.

Who doesn't realize that she's a
liability to it?

something for you

matador

only takes the ear after a good fight
was it

What can I do? It's for you. I killed
good for you. It's all for you!

It's for you!

Bailey?

Can I have a minute? Of course.

What's on your mind?

Well, we haven't discussed anything
since... I'm just wondering if you've

anything definite about my staying on
the job.

As a matter of fact, I have.

You can sit over here.

You like that?

It seems... Well, despite the great work
you've been doing for

us, the brass wants to see you sign up
good faith before granting you amnesty

from criminal charges.

Good faith consisting of what?

They want you to penetrate the syndicate
you did the hacking for. Okay, I'm

there. Sign me up.

Now, wait a minute, George.

I already told them I'm against it. We'd
come up with something else. Why?

Bailey, I could do that.

You'd have to wear a wire, George.

I would wear a satellite dish, if that's
what it took.

Bailey, let me do this.

I've loved this job.

And for the first time in my life, I
feel like I'm a part of a greater good.

And I'm not going to let Marcus Payton
or anybody else take it away from me.

Okay.

I'll set it up.

I carried this? Yes. What?

Just that.

You have a car out front and an airline
ticket at the airport. You're going back

to your party.

Billy, it's 10 o 'clock. By the time I
get there... 11 .50. I already checked.

Plenty of time for a martini and a few
laughs. Sounds good to me.

This is exactly where you should go.
Come on.

Cheer up. Do as the boss says.

All right. All right.

What happened?

I'm the one that found her. She's dead.

Someone killed her.

The television was on. I figured she was
alone.

She didn't answer the door. I just let
myself in.

And it was dark.

I don't think I can ever get that image
out of my mind.

The way her head looked.

God damn. How do you see what you see?

Do you think this could have been Jack?

No.

No.

No, if it was Jack, you would have let
me know that it was him.

I can't even imagine what Drew feels.

I mean, they were fighting all night.

I wouldn't want that to be my last
memory of her.

The

police

want everyone to stay in town for the
next day or so.

They investigate.

Could have been anyone.

Some insane person or some transient.

Sam, maybe you could talk to them.

No, I don't think I need to do that.

But you have to help.

It's what you do, don't you?

Don't you want to find out what happened
to Colleen?

While the husband takes the manager in
the back to open the safe, the clerk

holds a gun on the wife.

The wife notices they're having these
raffles, these great raffles, so she

so excited she fills out an entry. Name,
address, phone number, everything.

Drops it in the box.

He went over and picked her up. That's a
true story.

Can I help you?

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

Mr. Brenneman was a friend of mine.

I was wondering if I might have a look
around.

FBI, huh? Yes. What do you do?

I'm a profiler.

A profiler.

Profiler. It's the shrink who makes
guesses, right?

Look, I can help or not. It's really up
to you.

Hey, who am I to argue? We're a small
department.

Don't touch anything.

She was beaten to death?

That's a good guess.

No sign of a murder weapon.

No blood in any of the bathrooms.

Was she wearing anything?

Not a thing.

She evidently sustained the first blow
while she was sitting in bed.

No sign of forced entry. Of course, it
probably wouldn't be.

None of the doors were locked, not even
the front.

Any signs of rape?

Nothing obvious.

We'll do a rape connection anyway.

Evening started out with champagne,
ended with TV.

Whatever happened to romance?

Colleen wasn't watching TV.

She was near, but she could never have
seen it from this far away. The TV was

to mask the sound of the attack.

Well, if somebody turned it on, she
would have noticed.

Don't you think?

Well, if she knew who it was, she
wouldn't have cared, would she?

Malone. It's me.

Sam.

You okay?

Uh... Well, no, actually, uh... A friend
of mine was killed.

Oh, good.

Tell me it was an accident.

No. She was murdered.

I'll get the team out on the next job,
though. No. No, it's not Jack.

I'm so sorry, Sam.

Tell me what I can do.

What?

Do you think that you could send Grace
out here? All they have are county

and I really want to get as much
information as possible.

Whatever you need.

Sam.

I'm worried about you getting involved.

I'm okay.

I'll talk to you later.

She was at my wedding.

You want to go out in the hall and talk?

No, I'm fine.

What did you find? Your friend Colleen
died of a blunt trauma to the head, but

the first blow was fatal.

Bone fragments embedded in both temporal
and parietal lobes.

Three more impacts to the top of the
skull.

Whoever killed her felt very strongly
about it.

She was so pretty.

Focusing on her face suggests intimacy
or a sense of ownership.

Any idea what they used?

Could have been anything with a rounded
edge, a baseball bat, you name it.

What about a champagne bottle?

Heavy base.

Designed to withstand pressure ordinary
bottles can't. That would do it.

Oh, and there was no sign of rape, but
there was semen present.

Didn't you say that she and her husband
had been fighting?

One doesn't necessarily exclude the
other.

Don't you know that men don't make
passes or girls who like autopsies?

You know, maybe one of these days we can
have a little chat about your gender

issues, but right now I would just like
to talk about the case, okay?

Mint?

Thank you.

Background checks don't give us much in
the way of suspects.

Half the people staying at the lodge
haven't seen each other in years.

The other half were longtime friends, or
it could be none of the above.

I'm checking out reports of a couple of
transients in the area.

What about her husband?

He has no alibi other than claiming he
was walking by the lake. Well, neither

does anybody else.

We find evidence, motive, witnesses,
anything, we'll cuff him in a heartbeat.

He's not even a beneficiary on life
insurance.

It's all about money.

What's the profile, I think?

Colleen's murder was not planned.

It was a crime of passion.

And I think that the killer used
champagne bottles. I saw the glasses,

bottle. Is that what your enemy says?

It's what I say.

I'll let you two in on this as a
courtesy, but just so we're clear, this

your case.

As for the bottle, I'll have my guys
check out the place. Lake, surrounding

area.

You do that.

So what? Does the police have any leads?

No, nothing solid.

So what do they think? I don't know
about any of you, but I can't stay.

Not when whoever did this is still out
there. Now, Tracy's gonna room with me.

live about an hour away. You're all
welcome to stay.

No, we're gonna stay here until after
the funeral.

Well, you're braver than me.

Jeff, what are you gonna do?

I'm going home.

The police said we could go, and it's
been... I don't know. It's just more

I can deal with.

All right? Sorry.

up the car.

I'm going to get my bag.

Monica, can I ask you a question?

Drew and Colleen's marriage, what was it
like?

Well, I'm sure that they loved each
other or at least had a system.

Why?

No reason. Just curious.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

And what are you doing?

Just asking a question.

Well, you think Drew killed Colleen, is
that it?

Angel, in cases like this, the husband
is always a suspect. This husband

to be a friend, and his wife is dead,
and you haven't even given your

condolences.

Of course.

Shutting down your emotions is a health
defense.

But that bottling up of emotions and
experience needs an outlet.

Yeah, well, what if I can't give it one?
Then you lose compassion and you become

closer in nature to those people that
you chase.

Like Jack.

I think I'm just a drunk.

Yeah, okay. Nobody knows about before.

I put up half the money for the
business, the whole bit.

Drew shut me out.

What are you doing? We're just talking.
I know where he is. Monica and I will

drop him off. I can drive myself.

It's okay. Wait. Look, I want to talk to
you. Here's my number, okay?

You should call me tomorrow. All right?
Just pay for it. Come on.

Don't fool me. I'm coming.

Burton Shearer, attorney representing
Cahill O 'Connor's mob. No criminal

record. Gives no meaning to the word
Teflon.

Marcus Payton, one of the family's
watchdogs.

Dead time for grand theft and assault.

Brought in twice on murder charges, but
they were dropped. It's hard to believe

you ever did business with these guys.

Yeah, well, it was a different life.

John, show him the wire.

Oh, no. The P -126?

Oh, boy.

You'll be wearing it on your collar.

It's a receiver and transmitter.

Yeah, which breaks up like crazy. Barely
has any range. Not as easy to detect,

either. As long as you don't panic,
we'll be fine.

What do you mean, panic?

John, why would I panic? Well, you
didn't exactly graduate from the

right? I'll call Shearer and set up a
meeting.

Sensitivity training, John.

Look into it.

I just wanted to make you happy. I know.

I have to go out.

Out?

Don't.

is is

Who knows why this is happening, but
you've survived, Sam.

You've become stronger.

Is that my reward, huh?

I'm stronger?

That's not what I'm saying.

I don't want to be stronger, all right?

I can't do it anymore.

What are you doing here?

I just never had a chance to... What?

Console me?

Why would you?

You never liked me.

That's not true.

You were the one who told her not to
marry me.

But she did anyway, didn't she?

She should have listened to you.

We would have both been better off.

You seem very angry with her, Drew.

You know, for a beautiful woman, she was
really quite ugly.

You know, it really doesn't sound like
you're talking about the woman that you

loved.

I hated my wife.

And you think I killed her.

I'm not saying I haven't thought of it.

A lot.

But that's not a confession, is it?

I don't know. Is it?

It's amazing how fragile the human body
is, isn't it?

Even something as hard as a skull.

Greg's not being at the funeral is weird
enough, but what about Drew?

Even if he were shaken up, not making it
to his own wife, you know... Something

must have happened.

All right, maybe he and Greg drove
together. Maybe they had car trouble.

Look, I'm going to check the front desk.
Maybe they called.

I'm really sorry, ma 'am. We're not open
for Christmas in New York.

Excuse me.

Are there any messages for... Yes, ma
'am. Here are your messages.

I can't believe there are so few people
at the services.

I would have thought, Colleen, you had
more friends.

No, Colleen was pretty much an honor.

I don't know if it was because of her
wealth, but I don't think that she

too many people.

Sam, here's a message that was left for
you.

They took Druin for questioning.

Excuse me.

So you told him about that conversation
you had with him?

Yeah, I thought he should be aware.

Look. I know you were upset about
Colleen, and so am I. You were letting

personal feelings get involved in this.
Angelina fits the profile, all right? A

resentful husband in a loveless
marriage, that's it. What I saw, Drew,

have done that.

No one we know could have done that.

Sharon.

Sharon.

Such an ambitious girl.

But this snake knows how to keep track
of you, Sharon.

The AME's report indicated that Colleen
had sex the night she died.

With you.

You know, I never could figure out what
you had against me.

You told me that you hated her.

Well, it's a fine line, isn't it?

She forced herself on me. She was
abusive.

Physically, emotionally, and yes,
sexually.

Doesn't mean I killed her.

You know,

Colleen always wanted to be more like
you.

Independent, tough -minded, better taste
in men.

Of course, they don't stick around too
long.

You're kind of a black widow, aren't
you?

Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Brenneman is
free to leave.

Well, it's about time.

Thanks for your support, Sam, as always.

The A says we got nothing on him. See,
you're just gonna let him go.

Look, it's a cottage town.

You know who his lawyer is?

I told him I don't practice criminal
law, but he asked as a personal favor.

was I supposed to do?

Decline. You don't have to help him go
free out of some twisted sense of

loyalty.

But you told me you were gunning for
him. I thought he was exaggerating.

not charging. Let it go. No, not when
there's more going on than you're

admitting. Sam, there is nothing that
you and the police don't already know.

I don't believe you.

Why are you doing this?

Because I think he did it.

I think that he killed Colleen.

The police.

It appears Roy Carlson hit his head
around while taking a bath.

Happens all the time.

Or so they say.

He tried to tell me something the other
night at the lodge, but it didn't make

sense.

I think that he knew something and he
didn't realize its importance until

Colleen was killed.

That seems a little coincidental.

We got APBs out on Drew Brenneman. He's
disappeared.

He drowned all right, but he wasn't
drunk.

And there was an injury to the back of
the head, which drew blood, but that's

not the most amazing thing.

Look at this.

You see the pattern of bruising on his
shoulders and his back?

Like right in here?

And he was held under.

Forcibly. And the bruising was delayed
because of the water, a phenomenon

in Vietnam discovered.

They showed up a few hours after his
body was taken out of the cab.

Somebody stays fit to look like an
accident.

We've still got people over at the
Brenneman residence pulling evidence.

Most of this is from the crime scene.

You want to give me some idea what
you're looking for?

I'm not really sure.

Sam, I heard about Drew. I want to do
everything I can to help.

I thought you were his lawyer.

Not anymore. Not since he took flight
against my advice.

What can I do?

Well, maybe you can tell me about this.

Why would Colleen be trying to arrange
for an appraisal of her estate?

I don't know.

From what I understand, Drew handled all
her money.

She never paid as much as a phone bill.

Her appointment book also shows a number
of meetings with a lawyer. Looks like

she was trying to get together an
inventory of her assets.

She was planning a divorce.

I think that Drew knew about it, so he
was trying to romance her back.

When it didn't work, he killed her.

It's my office. Is there a... Pay phone.
I paid the lawyer for a personal

account. I also wrote a number of checks
to Monica Sykes.

About $30 ,000 over a two -month period.

Drew left work for me.

He was pretty upset when he called.

Did he say where he was?

Some motel on Stafford Street.

Brenneman! Police!

Drew?

Well, I like it down here.

Maybe he stepped out. I'll go check with
the desk.

Hello, my name is Greg Hayes. Did Drew
Brenneman leave a message for me?

He seemed fine.

Not fine, but not morose. Yes, sir, it's
Jim.

Send me complete team.

Thanks.

No sign of struggle.

Detective?

I mean, this is so odd. He didn't think
through silence. I mean, he seemed very

sure of himself.

Well, it happens.

Not to a control freak.

Andrew was a control freak. That's why
he controlled Colleen's money, so he

could control her. I mean, he even tried
to control me, or at least my

perceptions of him. He knew that I would
suspect him, so he gave me his own

motive. Hate. He hated his wife, so he
killed her. Maybe he couldn't live with

the guilt. He wanted to get caught.

No, it was more like he was showing me
one hand and not the other, like a

magician, look here and not here, and
that way you won't see how the trick is

done. Why would a man make it appear as
though he'd done something he didn't do?

Why would a man kill himself when he was
getting away with it?

George.

George, you okay?

Yeah, uh -huh. Yeah.

Hold on, we're getting feedback.

Try the, uh, the squelch, the upper
right -hand corner yellow knob.

It's a piece of junk.

Is that any better?

Oh, yeah, it's freezing out here.

Okay, company.

always this jumpy who's this guy i don't
know mr salson associate of mine

why is he here as you pointed out many
times you represent cato i need somebody

on my side okay let's just what exactly
do you need me to do what you do best

george we need a repeat performance
unified bank you should be searched

know anybody.

Care to do the honors, Peyton?

He's clean.

Good.

What are you, on vacation?

Excuse me? Man, who are you talking to,
man? I don't want to be you.

Stay out of my way.

Now, see, if I was in your way, you'd
know me. Let him do it already.

Look, don't be wasting my time out here.

Well, this one's wired.

That's it.

Why didn't you catch that?

No. You got it wrong. It's for my own
purposes. Let the man go.

He's gone. No!

Drop it!

FBI, move!

Where you going? You ain't going
anywhere.

FBI, put it down!

What are you doing?

Put it down!

Federal agents, put the gun down. I'm
not putting nothing down.

Put it down. You're surrounded.

Put it down or die, lowlife. Makes no
difference to me.

Give it up, Peyton.

Come on, man.

There's nowhere to go.

Damn it!

Take him!

You got an ambulance?

Markets paid in Chicago, PD. You lose,
it's just blue, a three -year cover.

You're gonna pay for it!

Hey,

you got anything?

Drew's blood alcohol was .20.

Heavy drinking is not uncommon for
depressives.

Death by asphyxiation accompanied by a V
-shaped impression, as happens in

hangings. No defensive wounds, no skin
under his nails.

Preliminarily, nothing to say he didn't
kill himself.

You're sure?

Well, I am as sure as I can be right
now.

It's just that hanging is like a
punishment.

Drew was not guilt -ridden. He was
angry.

Yeah? And what does that imply?

Well, if you didn't kill himself, then
he probably didn't kill Colleen or Roy

either. Sam, nothing indicates anything
other than suicide, but if you have a

hunch, I would be glad to look into it.

Would you mind?

Of course not.

But, Sam, do me a favor.

It has been a very long couple of days,
so go home. Get some rest, okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

Merry Christmas!

Couldn't be helped.

What a stupid idea like putting a wire
on you. Couldn't be helped!

It was cleared through channels at the
direction of our superiors.

An internal matter involving George.

Wait a minute.

You mean this all went down because of
politics?

I knew I should have let them whack you.

But no, instead I had to be a cop for
half a second to save your skin.

Now I'm the dead man.

You tell me.

You think that's fair?

Working with your people, Marcus, to
line up something to protect you.

What, permanent exile?

Let me finish. Let me go ahead, then.

Tell me more.

Tell me how the FBI is grateful for what
I did. Or how Mr. Bailey Malone is

grateful for what I did. Or even how
your worm here is grateful for what I

The biggest thing to get on this coast
was my body in pieces.

Man, your gratitude don't mean squat.

Hell, as far as I'm concerned, you and
your so -called agents can kiss my ass.

Or better yet, go out and take the
bullet that's got my name on it. Listen,

cocky little son of a bitch.

You're not the only one who went into
that situation blind.

Someone made sure we didn't know about
you, and that'll be investigated.

But you signed up for this job.

You did what good cops do, and you lost.

So don't tell me how much danger you're
in, because your ass was on the line the

minute you went undercover.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you
did the right thing.

So did we.

You're not his prisoner.

Jack needs you.

You're part of him.

But in some ways, he's become part of
you.

He is not a part of me. He is because
you let him be, and he preys on that. He

lives in his head. You live in your
head. He's brilliant. You're brilliant.

He's a loner, and you're becoming a
loner. And he wants you to think that

the same.

And the only way that you can know that
is to do what you've been afraid to do.

Take a look inside yourself.

I don't know if I can.

Hey. Hey.

I heard about Drew.

I don't...

We know what I feel.

Maybe it'll hit me tomorrow or the next
day.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry about snapping at you
before.

I was just so all over the place.

I know, I know.

And now I see why you detach.

Um, look, I, uh...

I wanted to go get some things for Chloe
before she got back, so I'm going to go

to the store. Do you need anything?

No. Do you want some company?

No. I'm okay, Mom.

Okay.

Sam, let me take you to the car for a
minute. No, I'm okay, Ben. No, come on.

Chimera is not good. It's okay. Are you
sure? You got that? I'm fine. All right,

Chloe's going to love that. Yes, you do.

Merry Christmas, Sam. Merry Christmas,
Ben. Okay.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you, but could you
give me a jump start? My battery's dead.

You know, I'm not sure if I have cables.
Would you please check?

I'd really owe you one.

Yeah, sure.

Have us carry out here alone. Be a
woman.

He doesn't love you.

He loves me, Sam.

I got it.