All language subtitles for Profiler s02e08 Victims Of Victims

Thank you.

I saw him! I don't want to hear your
lies!

Daddy! Daddy!

That's a nice beat.

Not sure I could dance to it, though.

Magic flute?

German formality, Italian grace, Mozart.

That's Papa... Papageno.

The apprentice.

He was simple, but he wanted wisdom.

And he fell a little short.

Sounds familiar.

Works in the opera, not always in murder
cases.

Interesting comparison.

What are you talking about?

You ever hear of the satin slipper
murders?

North Carolina, late 50s, right?

1957. When Fred Leland started the
behavioral science program at Quantico

1983, he used the case as a textbook to
teach us about profiling.

I was in his freshman class.

An apprentice.

Three bodies in six days, all males. All
shot close range through the heart with

a Colt 1911.

Satin slippers on their feet.

A Ben Franklin 50 -cent piece in their
hands and human bite marks on their arms

and faces.

Plenty of symbolism.

Bite marks are usually sexual.

Those clippers were the same kind used
at the local whorehouse.

Keith would never have thought, would
he?

Three bodies, November 1957.

Then everything stopped.

No more murders, no more clues.

Zippo.

Billy, why this trip down memory lane?

Greensboro, North Carolina, less than 24
hours ago after 40 years.

Another murder.

Same MMO.

Craig Sperling lived over at Jessup
Corners. Got a missing persons on him

days ago from his wife.

Then two kids fishing in the river saw a
dog digging up the body.

John,

missing persons.

There are going to be others.

Who was the last person who saw Sperling
alive?

Actually, it was a whole airplane full.

He was on his way back from a sales
meeting in Guatemala. He's with some big

chemical outfit.

Anybody talk to the boys?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. They looked pretty
spooked.

It's like history repeating itself.

1957, a satin slipper killer buried his
victim about a half mile down the river.

57. When I was born.

Now, that story is still pretty much a
legend around here.

Raised teeth marks?

Looks like it. I'll run a tom -tom.

There's your coin.

1956, Ben Franklin, Denver Mint, no
fingerprints.

I'll check anyway.

Red satin. Bronze on the inside, made in
China.

Leather soles.

Whoops. Not a good whoops or a bad
whoops. It's a different whoops.

Rubber sole.

I want all this back in Atlanta.

I also want the original evidence from
Beansboro PD.

And a record of anyone who wanted to see
it since 1983.

I think we should take a good look at it
with today's eyes. If it's the same

guy, what's he been doing the last 40
years?

Good question.

Cute dress.

A little fancy for school, don't you
think?

Denzel. Isn't the play on Thursday?

You know your grandma and grandpa are
coming from Virginia.

Uh -huh. So why is Cinderella all dolled
up today?

Angel wants to make sure everything
fits.

Denzel off.

Good club.

You're really learning.

So is he.

Who's playing the prince?

Adam. He looks more like a frog than a
prince.

Morning. Hey, great dress.

Thanks.

Wait till we do up her hair. And makeup.
And my white slippers.

I mean, the frog has to find one, right?

Mom,

what do you think Cinderella's all
about? I mean, really.

I don't know, Chloe. What do you think
it's all about?

I think it's about sometimes you wish
things could be better.

Like, Cinderella doesn't want to be
stuck cleaning fireplaces for the rest

her life.

She wants to meet the prince.

Well, that depends on the prince.

But it is about good things like wishes
and dreams, stuff like that.

I got to go. Give me a kiss.

School clothes, drink your milk. I'll
see you later. Bye.

Bye.

How long have I been here?

How are you?

Did I see anything?

Look, did I say anything to you? Calm
down.

Mother, what is this woman talking
about?

Roya doesn't speak a word of English.

Neither did the doctor. I thought that
would be a good idea.

Now you rest.

You're going to be fine.

And then you're going to tell me who
hurt you.

Maurice.

Do you have anything new on Jack?

Not yet.

Suffer like a triangle. Got a reward on
the streets. We're still watching the

hospitals. Okay, George.

Once upon a time, October 1957, this was
the killer's first victim.

Delivery man.

He was bringing a package to a cabin
outside Greensboro.

The cabin was rented by a T .C. Ryan.
The package contained five pairs of red

satin slippers.

Who's T .C. Ryan?

Nelius. Every trace led to a black hole.

Victim number two, salesman for the
Stanley Elevator Company. He's the one

was buried down the river from Sparling.

Six days later, victim number three, bus
driver.

Same particulars.

Segway 40 years to yesterday.

Could be a copycat.

I'm wide open for theories.

Odontology from 1957 is very similar to
the bite marks on Sperling's face.

Even 40 years of aging, normal
separation, wear and tear, it's the same

teeth.

By pairs of slippers and three victims,
if it's the same guy and he did have a

plan, maybe he didn't get around to
killing the other two.

No, I don't think that the new victim
Sperling was a part of the plan.

I mean, he was only...

He's 38 years old. He wasn't even alive
in 1957.

Okay.

Killed three victims.

He gets sick or goes to prison or pulls
Rip Van Winkle. Who knows?

A guy woke up. Starts over.

I don't think so.

The murders in 1957 were too
symmetrical.

There were supposed to be at least five
victims.

Then why kill Sperling?

He wasn't connected to anything back
then.

Well, maybe not physically, but
symbolically.

A bullet through the heart, passion,
money, more symbols.

Why the slippers?

Well, our house had a tradition. You
left your shoes at the door.

Maybe the killer's mother was a hooker.

Victims who were clients.

Gotcha. 57, there was a victim every two
days.

That means tomorrow, if all this is
connected.

Bailey, we're getting a fax from the
Greensboro PD. Says nobody has checked

to see the satin flipper evidence since
your Quantico group in 83.

So up until then, only two people
besides law enforcement had seen the

One is a reporter from the Greensboro
Sentinel. She's alive and still living

Paris. The other, Dominic Latimer.

The author?

Yeah, Crimes of the Century, Murder in
Acapulco.

He was doing research.

Which means he might have some notes.

Well, he was never a suspect.

He was in Mexico when the original
murders took place.

I'll bring him down, we'll talk to him.

Excuse me, Bailey, but I just want to
know one thing.

How much do you love me?

Okay, a lot.

Now tell me why.

Technology.

Specifically stuff that wasn't available
in 1957, like laser optics.

We found the fingerprints.

Where? On one of the old slippers.

The little tag that says, Made in China.

It's a five -point.

Maybe we could find a match.

George, run it through print analysis.

Warp speed.

Whoever committed the murder on the
river that day was very careful. He

leave anything.

No fingerprints, no hair fibers, no
nothing.

He must have brought in a cleaning crew.

What about the bite marks?

Oh, my God, Bailey.

We got a hint.

Put it up, Georgie.

Forty years, nothing.

Now we're a son of a bitch in less than
a day.

Monty Drake, born October 25th, 1937,
Greensboro, North Carolina.

Right age, right place.

Sentenced 1957, Louisiana State Prison.
Second degree murder, well in the

commission of an armed robbery.

Okay, this is weird.

The Greensboro Police Department already
tracked the fingerprint down a year

ago. Nobody followed up?

What the hell's going on?

John, check it out. You got it.

When did Drake get out of prison?

He didn't. Drake was given another 40
years.

Two escape attempts and an attack on a
guard.

Then he should still be there.

He's not there.

Drake committed suicide in prison
December last year.

He had a plan.

He had five pairs of slippers.

But he only used three. He didn't
finish.

Something doesn't make sense.

Yeah, like how could someone who's dead
still be running around and killing

people and biting their faces?

George, find out where Drake's family
buried him. He could have faked his

If there's any chance he's alive, I want
to know about it.

And if he's dead, we've got one
interesting ride ahead of us.

One more grave in a pine box.

It's more than he deserved.

Bailey, somebody's been here before us.

How much do we have?

But what they really wanted were his
teeth.

This horseman appears to be Monty Drake.

His prison dentals match the bite marks
from 1957 and the ones found on

Sperling's body and a broken femur from
his second escape attempt.

So Drake was a certain slipper killer.

Maybe someone knew all along. Someone
found his fingerprint like you did, dug

his grave, and is using his teeth to
copycat.

It's more than just a copycat, Bailey.

Somebody which is so much trouble.

It's about completion, finishing
whatever it was that Drake set out to

It could also be about publicity.

Copycats could often be part of a bigger
case.

Yeah, but this case is 40 years old and
forgotten.

For somebody to stay focused over such a
long period of time, the connect has to

be more personal.

The answer is in the victims.

We have to figure out what they meant to
Drake.

Drake only had one visitor in prison
over the last year, but he showed up a

a dozen times.

T .C. Ryan.

His last visit was two days before Drake
committed suicide.

It's the same name the slippers were
delivered to in 1957.

John? There's a couple of dozen T .C.
Ryans in North Carolina dating back 40

years. Nobody checks out.

What about that hit on the fingerprint
last year by Greensboro PD?

According to them, a ghost must have
come in, stolen an I .D. number and

onto the computer.

Smart ghost.

He knew Drake's identity and he knows
how to leave a crime scene without

a trail.

He also knows whatever it was that
haunted Muncie Drake.

Keep digging.

Drake only had one living relative, a
son in Greensboro.

His name was Connor. I'll have him
brought in.

I hated my father.

Hated.

Only buried him out of decency. More
decency than he ever gave me.

Can you tell us anything about him?

I haven't seen him or talked to him
since I was eight years old.

When they put his sorry ass in prison.

You ever hear of the satin slipper
killer?

Yeah, when I was a kid, had everybody
real scared.

Everybody was seeing stuff like the
killer was in the garage or

out in the woods burying bodies.

Do you have any idea why your father
committed suicide?

No surprise.

He hated everything.

Nobody is born to hate.

That's something you learn.

Yeah. Well, I learned it from him, and
he learned it from his father.

Do you remember anything about your
grandfather?

Tell you a story.

He was a salesman.

On one of his trips, he brought home a
dog.

Shepherd, this dog didn't like kids.

When after my father mauled him, scarred
up his face pretty bad,

my grandfather, watch,

only pulled the dog off at the end.

Bailey, Drake's victim, a salesman, a
delivery man, and a bus driver.

All people on the road, away from home.

These are things he saw in his box.

Like in their families.

You know how that one goes.

Where at least we know what the teeth
mark represents.

Father was a violent man.

But to a kid who doesn't get any kind of
attention, even violence is a kind of

father love.

The victims are symbols for his father.

And killing them is like recreating that
father love.

It's something he wanted like his
father's attention, but it's also

that hurts like his father's violence.

It's a vicious circle.

Only one possible end.

Eliminate the source of his violence and
the desire.

He was working himself up to killing his
father.

But Drake's father died while he was in
prison. Someone else will speak up the

pattern.

Why? And who?

Ah, I like him at the orphan.

Symbolizes an organized mind.

Dominic Lattimore.

Sam Waters.

May I take your card? Oh, that's fine,
that's fine. It's very interesting.

I had this mental image.

Ray here, pulled back.

Coke bottled.

Tweeds and stick pins.

Kind of pasty. A woman waving a white
flag at varicose veins and gravity.

Where was it?

Somewhere between reality and the
twilight of imagination.

Murder in Memphis. I wrote that 16 years
ago.

I read it in my freshman psych class in
college.

Please. Oh, thank you.

Mr. Lattimore, I have a question.

You want to know about the Staten Sliver
Killer?

Say that five times fast.

You investigated the case. You even had
a chance to see the evidence lock.

Dead bully lowman's hot stuff.

But except for one kid with a big
imagination, there wasn't enough there.

And what did the kids say?

Well, they claimed he saw the killer
bearing a body. Nobody believed him.

the kid's father said he was making it
up.

Troubled family.

Did you keep your research?

Oh, yeah. Yellow pads and scratch paper
back then.

May I see it?

You're kidding.

Favors to the FBI are money in the bank.

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that we
could pay you. A first shot at anything

come up with would be good enough.

There may still be a book in satin
slippers.

Of course, it might not be as good a
story as Jack of all trades.

A story like Jacko could bring seven
figures in a heartbeat.

Especially if it was your story.

I'm not sure that the glorification of
Jack is something the world needs.

Not glorification.

Documentation.

Executioner's song.

In cold blood.

I would like to see those notes,
Mitchell.

I'll send them.

First shot, though.

Good morning, Mother.

Own your horizon and you feel as though
the world is yours.

That's what Mr. Wright said about
Taliesin.

That you were just a baby.

Mother, I want to tell you something.

There's a woman.

Well, I think I'm in love with her.

Capital of Guam. Five letters.

Capital should have more.

She's beautiful.

She has a very good job.

She works for the government.

Well, everyone has his niche.

Government is the niche for leftovers
and cynics. Your father used to say,

remember, maggots stuffing off the
public gravy troughs.

She's a professional.

More of an idealist, really. A dying
species.

Like me.

She's not like you, Mother.

Now there's this other woman.

It's a mistake.

Do they have names?

The one that I want?

Her name is Samantha.

Well, you tell Samantha.

too old to be a grandmother.

Well, tell her, mother.

What I don't understand is how he knows
what forensics to clean up, how he knows

what we're looking for.

He must have Drake's teeth mounted on
something to make the bite marks, like a

modified pair of pliers.

With the correct occlusion.

Anything with Latimer?

Yeah, he's going to send me the notes.

Strange guy.

Wanted to like him, but I don't think
I'm going to.

State police and missing persons just
found an empty delivery truck in the

near Greensboro.

It's been missing since last night.

Drake's first victim was a delivery man.

He was found at the cabin in the woods,
rented by D .C. Ryan.

You're not going to believe this.

I already do.

He was headed for the same cabin.

Find out what he was delivering.

I bet he had rubber soles.

Yesterday's murder is almost a carbon
copy of 1957, even down to the

of his victims.

This killer's following Drake.

Billy, what happened to the warehouse?

The satin slipper shut down in 1959,
then condemned after Hurricane Andrew in

1992.

Our antics are zeroed down, but I'm
going to keep looking.

He's better than maids or us.

You okay?

Yeah, I just need a minute.

Anything more on the fingerprints?

Zip, the T .C. Ryan ID from the prison
was a fake.

No photographs.

Well, if he got Drake's identity from a
fingerprint, he must have done it

something like we did.

That's pretty tacky. Or he knew from
before.

Maybe Drake wasn't working alone.

Why did he wait so long?

I don't think he was waiting.

I think that he was looking for Drake
all along, but he kept hitting the same

dead ends that everybody else did.

Square one.

All right.

Drake's third victim was a bus driver. I
put out notice to all the private

companies in North Carolina. This guy
stays on course.

That's where he's been hidden, actually.

You should go home.

Oh. And do what? Sit on my tickets for
the next four weeks?

No, thanks.

I thought I was the only workaholic
around here.

No, I guess it's contagious.

Listen, I'm a pumpkin for about an hour.
Tom's parents are in town, okay?

Give me my lunch.

Sam, take your beeper. Yep.

And here he is, just a few hours old.

Oh, he's beautiful.

What are you calling him?

We're calling him Bourbon, because his
mama's the color of dent corn and his

daddy is six -row barley.

Oh.

I'd love to come down and see him.

It's only a hop, skiff, and a jump, Sam.

Well, uh, maybe on Chloe's winter
vacation.

And how is our little princess?

Oh, she's fine. She's, uh, she's growing
like weed.

She's wearing my slippers in her school
production of Cinderella tonight.

A little tissue paper they almost fit.

And how's she doing in school?

Well, let's see, in reading she's
getting an A, spelling a B plus, and

arithmetic needs a little work.

I could never do it.

Never. Of course, in those days I always
figured that schoolwork was about as

necessary as a raincoat on a dog.

Have you heard from your father?

No. I mean, not for a while.

And Angel's fine.

She's a rock. I don't know what I would
do without her. Wait until you see what

she's done with Chloe's costume.

Excuse me.

Something wrong?

I hope not.

That job of yours, it must drive you
crazy.

Excuse me, I have to find a phone. I'll
be right back.

Hi, local gentleman noticed the bus on
his shoulder.

Wasn't no good reason for that. See, the
express makes its last stop over the

way before all gas is up and he settles
back in Charlotte.

He's been dead, my guess, two, two and a
half hours.

Anybody else see anything?

All this.

Not many folks around here, just people
passing through.

Farmers and the like.

All the luggage was taken out. The
driver was stuffed in here.

What did somebody do such a thing?

Okay. On my tuchus at a crime scene, can
you believe it?

I thought you said the firstborn was
supposed to be delivered late.

That's only if they don't come early.

Uh, excuse me, where's the nearest
hospital?

Uh, it's in, uh, Charlotte, about an
hour from here.

Lacey. Ma 'am? Are you having
contractions? Yeah, I am. Are they

regular? Yeah, they're 60 seconds apart.
Arnold, I'm a doctor. I know what this

means. She's a doctor. Let's get her in
a car.

John, get the car.

No, I'm not talking about.

There's no time for that. This child is
ready to be born.

Ma 'am, would you have any personal
objections to having your baby in the

corner?

You're supposed to do that thing after.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,
13, 14,

15.

It's a boy.

Congratulations.

You were

wonderful tonight.

You were just great, Princess. Here, let
me help you.

Thanks.

I wish Mommy was there.

You know what she really wanted to be?
She just had to help Grace with her new

baby.

So why don't you take your dress in the
bedroom?

Okay.

Sam should have been there.

Chloe was very disappointed.

I'm sure she tried.

Look, why don't we have some coffee?

Cream for me, please. Non -dairy for
Charles.

You don't have to treat her like a maid.

Why not? That's what she is, isn't she?

Never did understand those two.

That's Uncle Poop.

We know all about it, honey.

It was a terrible tragedy.

You know...

When we were having lunch with your
mother today, we were talking about the

possibility of you coming and staying
with us for a while.

Up at the farm?

That new colt needs somebody to keep him
groomed. Wow.

Could I ride him?

Well, he needs a little time to grow up
some more, but soon, I think so, yes.

The coffee should be ready soon.

Actually, Angel, I think we'd best be
going.

Oh, why?

Sam's on her way. She should be here any
minute.

Oh, I'm sure she will be.

Please give her our best.

And thank you for a wonderful play and a
wonderful evening.

We'll see you at the farm, Princess.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Jack, I know you've come home to me.

I just knew it.

What have you done to my place?

Are you okay?

Isn't it perfect?

Do you like it?

Samantha.

What have you done with my Samantha? You
don't need her anymore, Jack.

You've got me now.

What are you throwing at us?

I saw the light and I knew it was you.

Hey.

Come here.

Sit down with me.

Chloe, I'm really sorry that I didn't
make it to your play.

But I did get to meet Grace's baby.

Little boy. He's really sweet.

We'll go over there next week. Maybe you
can meet him, huh?

Chloe, what is it? What's wrong?

When Grandma and Grandpa were here
tonight, Grandma said something to

don't think I was supposed to hear.

She said she wishes that Daddy never
would have met you.

No.

Claire, she didn't say that.

I heard her.

Claire, are you sure that's what she
said?

I wouldn't make up something so mean.

She said it.

Don't you believe me?

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes.

I believe you.

I got it.

Whoever was looking for Drake felt a
very strong connection.

Something really close. Now, I couldn't
figure out what or who. And then last

night, I started going over Dominic
Lattimore's research notes.

George?

Lawrence Schulte, 50.

Right, now he was 10 in 1957.

He was one of the boys who told Dominic
Lattimore that he saw the satin slipper

killer burying a body in the woods.

Nobody believed him. They all thought he
was lying.

When adults hear things from children
that they don't want to believe, we

sometimes think that they're lying, that
they're making it up for attention,

but... I don't know. Maybe he was
telling the truth.

Where does it take us?

Well, I'm just running Shilty through
Cyberland now.

His whole family is dead, but he still
lives in his parents' house.

Okay. Here we go. Little Larry grew up
to be a consultant for the Greensboro PD

special field of expertise, forensic
science.

You'd have access to the evidence room.
And you'd know how to clean up a crime

scene. That's enough for a chat. Let's
go.

Lawrence Jolte, FCI, we have a warrant.

Open up, please.

It's all clear.

Bill.

Global satellite.

Drive is nice.

Love her.

These photographs are new.

Shilty found another one of Drake's
victims, one that we didn't know about.

That's where he got the fingerprint.

Same way Grace did.

Take a peek.

Louisiana State Prison.

Date's over two years.

We got 23 tapes.

He recorded his visits with Drake. Must
have gotten along pretty well.

We're going to finish this work.

Hey,

this

is the last one.

It's a couple of days before Drake
killed himself.

Why do you keep coming back here?

I thought we were finished.

We need each other's blessings.

Damn thing in here.

Got a light.

Damn thing just won't leave me alone.

That's because we're not finished.

How are you going to make good on your
promise?

I've got an idea.

That damn old man died before I could
kill him.

Yeah.

50 cents.

That's what he gave me.

Waiting. Waiting all damn hours.

And he's in a slipper getting his ashes
hauled.

50 cents.

Not your fault, Drake.

Your father goes way back.

The evil is in the bloodline.

In that way, we're the same, you and me.

We're victims of victims.

Nobody believed me.

Now I can make it right.

How are you going to kill him?

Same way you planned on killing your
father.

I'll use the dogs.

Can you do it at the slipper?

I will.

It's the right thing, Drake.

Now you've got to do the right thing,
too.

Yeah.

All my life I've done the wrong thing.

Last part sounds like Schulte was going
to try and help him escape.

He did, but the escape wasn't from
prison. It was from life.

Schulte convinced Drake to kill himself.
So that he could become Drake.

Why?

When Schulte saw Drake burying that body
by the river, he told everybody.

But nobody believed him. Not even his
own father.

It was the experience of his life.

He got attention, even if it was the
wrong kind.

And he wanted more.

So we set out to find Drake and bring
him back to life.

With indication.

A whole life studying forensic science
for one goal.

Five pairs of slippers.

Drake killed four people and the last
pair was for his father.

And Schulte's last pair is for Connor
Drake.

Drake's son.

He's the only one left in the bloodline.

Notify Greensboro. Put a stakeout at the
sentence slipper and one at Connor

Drake's. Hopefully we're not too late.

At least appreciate the symmetry.

Your father's dying wish.

To destroy the bloodline.

I promised him.

Children always suffer the sins of the
fathers.

I did.

I suffered a long time.

It won't take long.

Steps by Drake.

Don't move.

He's the Alba.

The leader gathers with all of them.

I did see him.

John.

Case closed?

Maybe you should call Leland in Cape
Cod.

Tell him the apprentice finally got it.

Actually, there is another call we have
to make.

Grace, can you hear us?

Yeah. Hi, everybody.

This is Jason.

Jason Miguel Ballard.

Isn't he handsome?

Can you guys see us?

We can see you, Grace.

You look great and your boy looks
beautiful.

Yeah, right.

Where's Morgan?

Oh, he went out to buy some cigars.

I told him I'd kill him if he was going
to smoke them in here.

Jason?

I want to introduce you to your Uncle
Bailey, your Uncle George, your Uncle

John, and your Aunt Sam.

He says hello.

How are they treating you up there in
Charlotte?

They're good. We're good.

We just want to come home.

Sam, I just want to say thank you.

Because if it wasn't for you, I don't
know what we would have done. Right,

Jason? See, smiling?

That's right.

We're going to be home in a few days,
okay?

You just rest your tuchus, Gracie.

And take care of that new little docus,
too.

Say bye, Jason.