All language subtitles for Profiler s02e12 Shoot To Kill

So did you get?

Bailey Malone, BGTF Atlanta.

Where's the shooter?

He was inside that building. We were
crawling around for three hours with our

heads down, working cover to cover,
until we found where he'd set up. By

he was gone.

Maybe he moved to a new position.

He could try, but we'll nail him.

We got an umbrella of six air units
overhead with infrared, and ground

camped at every vantage point on the
entire periphery. No guarantees, but I'd

say we're clear.

Check the building next.

They start letting southbound traffic
through.

I want you to meet agents Waters and
Grant.

Welcome to Dayton.

I assume you've been briefed on what's
been going on. Your governor called this

morning asking for help.

His office gave us a brief.

Basically, you've got a sniper who goes
ballistic and rushes out of traffic.

Not much of a rush.

The car never moved after she was shot.

There's glass from the windshield around
the tires.

It's been the same thing on three
different freeways this week.

The shooter chooses a spot where traffic
slows down or stops.

The first two times, he picked out one
victim, shot once, and split.

He wanted a sitting target.

One clean shot.

Stay typical. Normally, snipers have a
psychotic break and start shooting at

anything, but this guy is a bit more
efficient.

Did anyone hear the shots?

Nobody we talked to. That's why it took
us so long to find his position.

Imagine you're half asleep, no
breakfast, thinking about going to a job

hate.

One shot.

It's almost as if he didn't want them to
think.

He didn't even need to fill their
coffee.

He waited, killed another victim.

The traffic officer was the first on the
scene. He was checking the driver when

he caught a round in the back.

Did the officer know that the shot came
from that direction?

I'd say he did, from the trajectory.

Yet he turned his back. He assumed that
the sniper was gone.

Well, like I said, our guy had
established an M .O. of only firing one.

I hope no one heard the shots. He may
have used the silencer.

He never did that before either.

In the first two attacks, he shot one
victim.

Now he silences his gun, shoots the
first victim, waits for someone to come

their aid, and then he kills them.

Ambush.

About 500 yards, not a cinch, even with
a good scope.

He could have been closer. He made it a
lot harder than he had to.

He liked the challenge.

He hides up here and uses a silencer.

He's hunting.

He wants to be noticed.

He doesn't want to be caught.

Well, he made himself a foxhole.

He may have military training.

His bag, it's open.

Could be booby -trapped.

He wanted to kill more cops. There were
plenty down on the freeway.

They're on a fire.

The curator at the New High Museum pegs
the style as 10th century B .C., Minoan

or early Greek, but it doesn't match any
known urns.

The design is mythological.

Dionysus, the wine god, is right by a
centaur, half horse, half man.

As old as it looks, it's actually new.
The paint is contemporary.

What about the writing? It looks more
Egyptian than Greek.

That's what I thought, but I finally
found a translation.

It's a rare form of Greek called linear
B or Mycenaean. It wasn't translated

until 1952.

Sure. Rookbet?

Arkab? I thought you said you had a
translation.

One step at a time.

Another thing.

He used clay from the island of Crete in
the Aegean Sea. I mean, that's

something you can't buy at your local
hobby store.

And the shiny spheres, they're grains of
volcanic glass.

The same glass that are found in pots 4
,000 years old.

All in all, I would say that he did one
hell of a good job.

Well, the urn is obviously a message.

And I think the craftsmanship is part of
it. Whatever he does, he does well.

Killer with values.

Refreshing.

I checked antique dealers and art
galleries in Ohio. There's not many

who can make an urn like that. We're
still running it down.

Good. But remember, the urn is a
message, not an ID card.

Let me talk to you a second, John.

Sit down.

Sure.

Why would Handelman force Frances to lie
and tell me she slept with you?

You must have a hell of a reason.

Lou Handelman didn't get to be number
three man on Atlanta PD by next stupid

mistake. Well, he made his stupid
mistake when he threatened a young

probation.

He doesn't even have the authority.

Maybe he figured she was scared to death
about going back to jail.

Look, until we find out what he's up
to...

We can't tell him, G. Tell me the truth.

He doesn't know anything. I've followed
him.

I read the surveillance, John.

He varies his route home, his route to
work, his walks at night.

It's a way to keep people from learning
his routine.

Maybe he's paranoid.

No, he's not just paranoid.

He's got some reason to discredit you
with me.

Why?

How can I hurt him?

Can you get your hands on your old files
from Atlanta PD?

Maybe something in there.

Something you don't even know you know.

Yeah.

How much do you remember of your high
school geometry?

That's a trick question.

I've got this sniper on my mind.

I'd like to think we could throw a net
over him the next time he shoots.

But he's got a range of 500 yards.

His target's at the center of the
circle.

785 ,000 square yards.

We'll need a damn big nut.

I computed all possible lines of fire
for the three attacks and simulated

magnifications with a tenscope. In each
case, the sniper chose the very best

position for windage, elevation, and sun
angle. He knows his stuff.

Each time, it was a longer shot.

Why set the bar higher for himself?

He's showing us his prowess.

In the first two attacks, I think he was
warming up, gaining confidence that he

could move far enough away to set an
ambush and escape.

Civilian sniping in the U .S. is almost
always rage -killing and usually

suicidal. Charles Whitman shot 46 people
in Austin in 1966.

He never planned to get off the bell
tower.

And he didn't leave a Greek urn. This
man has a very orderly mind. He's well

-educated. He may have studied Greek
myths, antiquities in general. He plans

escape the way a military sniper would.

And he's going to do it again. He's
getting better and better. While he's

military gear, all four rounds were
matched .50 caliber, ball bullet.

Full metal jackets, showing marks of
being hand -loaded.

For a bullet that size, he's using a
modified rifle.

Something with a lot of range.

George, what about the victims?

Random. No connects that I can find.

Student, secretary, salesman from Utah,
and a motorcycle cop who had six years

with the Dayton PD. Among them, eight
survivors.

And a whole lot of bad luck.

Sam, how are you doing with the profile?

Look for mail. Probably any age.

In addition to military, try competition
shooters, hunters, cross -reference

with criminal records, history of
violence, mental illness.

Don't stop there. I was hoping to get
into overtime.

You should add law enforcement.

Okay, let's meet up at six and see where
we are.

Bailey, what about this?

We have new acoustic gear that computes
where a gun is fired from the sound of

the shot, and I'm checked out and ready.

Isn't that what they use to diagnose the
Kennedy assassination from police radio

tapes, or at least try it?

Yeah, but they've improved it.

If he shoots while I'm there, I can
pinpoint his nest in seconds.

This last time he used a silencer, which
suppresses the sound at the barrel.

The only chance you'd have is to maybe
hear the bullet breaking the speed of

sound in the air.

It's not easy from a distance, I've
tried.

You'd have to be in the field.

I thought I had earned my stripes.

Get it together and stand by.

Where are

you?

She seems to be pulling a fast one on
us, but we know better.

Don't we, Samantha?

She's a troublesome girl.

Chicago.

Dallas.

Aurora.

Don't you know you can?

We found Sharon Lesher's jacket from
Tennessee.

Jack didn't pick a very distinguished
pupil for his Jill.

Born Aurora, Illinois, 1972.

Juvenile probation by the time she was
13.

Grand theft auto at 17.

She landed her in Dixon State. You were
right. She served her a little time.

Jack wanted her free and clear, but
she's got a pretty sorry rap sheet.

You'd think he'd recruit for talent.

No, she's perfect for him.

Someone he could shape into his own
image.

Or yours.

Sharon Lynchard. Two days ago when they
nabbed her in Hartsfield using your ID.

Before she took flight.

We've got another sniping in progress.

This time it's not Dayton. George, Reb,
and Kieran, let's go.

That didn't take him long.

You in charge?

Yeah.

Dirksen, senior officer.

He's got us pinned down and we can't
find him.

When was the last time he fired?

Ten minutes.

We searched every damn plate they could
have used for cover out to 500 yards.

There's nothing.

And then out of the blue, he just picked
off my guy.

He's doubled his range each time.

That's why you haven't found him.

Concentrate on a third of a circle to
the west. Have air support cover windows

and rooftops up to a thousand.

A thousand yards?

More than half a mile? No way.

You don't know this guy.

He can probably make a keyhole shot from
that range.

What about my wounded man?

He's dying in there. We can't get him
out.

We may have his binoculars.

John? Yeah?

Yep.

Oh, excuse me. I have your gun.

Okay.

We're going to get you out of here, all
right? Now press down on this, all

right?

Helped by the heavy frame.

Cashier windows usually are.

Just a hot shot of Billy is okay. Just
find the shooter.

I got him! And a thousand away!

He's a third in Columbus!

There's an alley back there where he
probably parked his car.

It's paved.

No tracks. Easy escape.

Too easy.

The shot did flow me before I dribbled
the search area we need to cover.

How do we get to him?

The old -fashioned way. We find out who
he is, knock on his door, and cuff him.

He left us another piece of the myth.

I'm beginning to think that it's his
myth.

What he invented?

Maybe. The design is different, but I
recognize some of the characters from

first urn.

Myth and archetypes.

If he thinks his life is a mythic
journey, maybe he's basing it on what

authority established.

You mean, this is Jason?

Well, at least we know how he sees
himself.

He's an artist.

27 years.

And from the day Handelman joined the
Atlanta PD, he's been picking up

commendations.

How far back do you want to go? It's got
to be recent, or why would he wait

until now to discredit me? He's got to
be surprised this whole Francis thing is

way too up the cuff for Handelman,
right?

Start with the last six months. We're
searching.

Maybe you shouldn't go trancing around
their records.

I mean, you're just their footprints,
and please have some faith. I'm not even

going through our own system in case
they trace me. Hot wire through Romania.

I'm still a little nervous.

Okay, wait a minute.

What about Duncan Turrell?

Spider Turrell, he's one of my old
street contacts. I didn't think you were

going back that far. I'm not.

He just got in trouble again.

Nothing to do with the city, but
Handelman pulled his file.

I better have a chat with Spider.

Dreams don't make you yell.

Nightmares do.

Look, if you're worried about that guy
Handelman... No.

It's not... It's not him. I can deal
with him.

You know... Nightmares aren't so real if
you tell someone about

it. It's a proven fact.

Same kind of nightmare I used to have
when you were a little girl.

Some of the action I saw in Vietnam.

PTSD.

What?

The only acronym I knew when I was your
age was NFL.

No, this isn't post -traumatic stress
disorder. It's not pleasant, but it's

a disorder.

Can't blame me if I worry about you
sometimes, Dad.

I mean, leaning on your skinny daughter
is better than nothing, right?

I guess I'm not much of a leaner.

Hey, come on, go to bed.

Go get some sleep, and I'll be fine,
okay?

I love you, sweetheart.

I love you, too, Daddy.

Go on, get some sleep.

Good night.

Their stars, Terra Bellum and the
others, they're names of stars in the

constellation Sagittarius.

Sagittarius is the archer. An archer is
a good metaphor for a sniper.

The rifle is his modern bow.

Sniper thinks he's a Greek god. That'll
put eyes in the back of your head.

Sniper with a thousand -yard range.

In service, we call the shooter this
good attack puncher. This range, he'll

an incredible scope, something like a
Night Force 22 power.

Still, it's pure talent.

Forget Mount Olympus. If he played a
fiddle, he'd be in Carnegie Hall.

He's making the Sagittarius myth fit his
life. The myth is about a struggle, a

struggle with the gods, a struggle with
authority.

I think that his target has been the
police all along.

He lulled them into an ambush.

Killing civilians was the bait to suck
them in, like a duck hunting with a

decoy. Sure, a sniper has to set off and
wait for his target to come to him.

George, add grudges against cops to your
list.

That's police officers' ex -cons.

Use your imagination.

Between Dayton and Toledo, there are
thousands of police complaints.

who has a parking ticket has a grudge.
Look for those involving shooting. This

man is a marksman. The motive might
involve the shooting itself.

John tracked down the governor of Ohio.

He wants our help. He needs to know a
Greek god named Sagittarius.

Something down his cuffs.

I've created a task force and brought in
the FBI.

I want to tell this man I will not
permit him to continue his spree of

Ohio.

Governor, I'm Special Agent Malone. This
is Dr. Samantha Waters from the U .S.

Science Station.

Yes, Malone, we spoke. Dr. Waters, let's
go to my car and out of range of the

microphones.

So how bad do you think this will get?
Worse than it is now. He's escalating.

Even the cities he's targeting.

It's no accident Toledo's...

Twice the size of Dayton.

Summarize that initial report.

And you're taking steps to divert him?
Yes, sir, and so should you. When we

arrived here yesterday, it was a free
-for -all. Sniper could have picked off

dozen people if he wanted.

But you routed him.

No, it was his call. He was in control.

We have reason to believe this may be
some kind of vendetta against law

enforcement. Any police officer doing
his job could be a target. As long as

killing is controlled, he can sustain it
for a very long time.

Well, I am trusting you to catch him
first.

Until we do, I strongly recommend you
put every police force in Ohio on full

-time tactical alert.

I'll take that under advisement, but a
tactical alert means cutting patrols and

puts people at risk. I can't do that.

I won't let one lunatic lay siege to my
whole state for people to think we're

powerless. We are, sir.

With this guy right now, we are.

I hear you, Malone.

Leave my office informed.

Billy, why do I get the feeling that
this is getting very personal for you?

You had to be there.

Should have been back by now, Sharon.

Just what part of stay put didn't you
understand?

Don't worry, Samantha.

She can't break my chain.

We will find you, Janet.

We will find you.

Have you been here all night?

Yeah.

Work.

All right, out with it. What's wrong?

What do you got? I got the myth of
Sagittarius.

Bear with me on this.

Sagittarius was originally the god
Chiron. He was a centaur, a great archer

teacher. He was an immortal.

Now... In the first urn that the sniper
made, he was the one with the beard. He

was depicted as the elder.

Now, Chiron had a student, Heracles.

Heracles shot Chiron with a poison
arrow.

Now, in the real myth, the wound was in
the side. But on the urn, the sniper

drew it as being in the leg.

Now, Chiron was in so much pain that he
begged Zeus to let him die.

But Heracles began to mock him.

So Chiron proved he still deserved God's
status by making the longest shot ever

made. He sought the glass bowl of stars
over the earth. Most of our sniper's

shots have been through glass.

I'm fairly certain that he's
incorporated that into his own myth.

What happened after he proved his worth?

Zeus rewarded him by making him the
constellation Sagittarius.

Well, immortality in another form.

Why does our sniper relate to
Sagittarius?

Well...

What if our guy was wounded, hit in the
leg, maybe he has prosthesis?

What if he feels like he's half a man,
like a centaur?

I'll have George filter the search with
that criteria.

Billy, what's wrong?

Is it Francis?

No.

This time it's me.

I've kept it buried for years.

But this sniper dredged it up.

Nightmares. Everything.

It was Cambodia, 1972.

I came up against another sniper.

As good as this one.

Theirs or ours?

Ours.

From what they call a Panther unit.

A secret CIA assassin team.

Except this guy had gone rogue.

He was out of control.

I was sent in after him.

What happened?

I took a patrol off of the border, and
he began to pick us off.

No sound, the men would just fall.

We'd go for cover, move, another man
down.

He got them all.

I lost my whole squad.

But he let you go.

He saved me for last.

I drew his fire, walked right into it.

He was ready to die, and at that point,
I didn't care.

You don't ever want to see that part of
your soul.

The beast inside yourself.

You think that Sagittarius is one of the
CIA snipers?

It was a thousand -yard shot. That's
what I knew.

Not many can shoot like that. It's pure
talent, like a virtuoso.

Hey, Johnny.

I thought you quit frequenting places
without Crystal on the table.

I did, but you never change.

How you been, Lou?

Still trying to hit that big trifecta
for an early trip to St. Pete.

You? Why ask? You hear everything first.

Don't know how word got out, but you
guys are busting my stone for sleeping

the boss's daughter.

You know, Malone ought to cut you some
slack.

All you did wrong was get caught.

Didn't do it, but he believes every word
she says.

You know Spider Terrell?

I don't remember bumping into him.

Used to be my snitch. Got busted on a
federal dope deal recently, his third

strike.

Wants to know if I can hook him up with
some kind of deal, but I'm not going to

get any favors out of him alone.

Too bad for Spider.

Why tell me?

Spider says he can put you on K .O.
Locana's payroll.

What?

He says you've been paying for that
retirement with mob money for years.

These scum.

John, these scum get desperate and
they'll try any angle, don't they?

Look, little Lou, I know you've taken
your free donut in your time, but you're

not captain of detectives because you're
dumb enough to be on the pad.

I appreciate that, John, but still.

Are we taking this to Malone?

Why? It's a jailhouse fairy tale.

I just thought you ought to know.

As I said, I appreciate it.

It's a little blue.

I might have cigars.

I need to call back from Casper.

When I was a child, I spake as a child.

When I became a man, I put away childish
things.

A hundred horsepower on two wheels is
not a toy.

Did you bring the files?

It wasn't as easy as you think. I'm not
just saying that for a pat on the back.

The agency is damn touchy about its past
these days.

Care to take a walk?

Let me ask you something, Casper.

The Army went public with their sniper
teams. Why not the CIA?

Different culture. The Army pins on a
metal, we shred a file. Now, I brought

everyone that is still alive.

More than half died in the service. The
problem you're going to run into is that

nobody's updated these dossiers since
1983.

My problem?

Is it making them current?

Will necessarily entail a lot of
intrusion. They won't know that they're

checked out unless there's good reason.

One of these men may be shooting up Ohio
right now.

There's Spider.

Yeah, that's him.

Who is it?

The gentleman just joined the party.
Anything to do with the sniper?

A few new leads.

George is crunching the data.

What are you hitting me for, Luke?

You've been telling stories about me to
the feds, Spider.

If you plan to deny it, don't.

John Grant told me.

Grant said he's lying.

He's got it in for me. He won't even do
me a little favor, and I am owed big

time. You know that?

Let's talk about that.

I heard you got busted again. I thought
you might be stupid enough to try and

peddle your story to your old Atlanta PD
contact.

I told you.

Grant's not buying it.

This isn't sounding good, John.

Let's get closer.

We got their hair.

I can't do ten years of federal time,
Lou.

I can't handle it.

They won't even give you parole.

I don't think you'll have to do a day.

Yeah?

I like the ring of that.

Why? What I do for Cahill O 'Connor is
my business.

And that is not for sale.

Certainly not by you. Yeah, I know.

Hey, man, I told you. Grant turned me
down.

See, I saw this coming.

What is this about?

So I put a little...

Question mark next to his credibility.

But you'll try again.

Oh, no, Lou.

I'm done.

I won't try this anymore.

The only reason I didn't do this before?

Because I had to find out what you knew.

Hey, man, hey, hey. If something happens
to me, Granny knows I've been dropping

your name.

All over town.

Yeah, that's my little insurance policy.

It's a bomb policy, Spider.

Nobody's listening to Grant now.

And nobody's going to miss you.

Johnny, what's the problem?

Hey, man, you are cutting it close.

There we are, Spider.

Stop the gun, will you?

This is my jurisdiction.

Just put it down.

The gun on tape.

I don't care what you've got. Now get
the hell out of here. You're under

for attempted murder and racketeering.

I am interviewing a dangerous felon
here, and nobody is going to detain me.

come on. Get off him, John.

Get clear.

John, get clear. John, get off him. Get
clear.

Oh, Lou.

Why'd you do that?

Paramedics, I need paramedics. Gunshot.

Relax, Luke. Luke, you know the drill.

Get you to hospital.

Explain to me, Mom.

I had Johnny all set up.

Why'd you believe him?

I should have trusted John from the
start.

And Francis told me the truth.

Handelman was DOA.

John's gone to notify his wife.

He was close to both of them at one
time.

What a waste.

Handelman dealt it.

George, what do you got?

We're matching Sam Sagittarius' profile
with the major categories.

Hunters, military, police.

We've narrowed down the CIA Panther
units by ruling out the ones who have

alibis or who are institutionalized,
which is the bulk of them, by the way.

We've also added teaching to the
criteria.

Chiron was a wise elder. He taught the
young centaurs, and Sagittarius featured

him on both ends.

And we've included people with
postgraduate degrees, because they

and that gives us ten.

What about wounds?

We're looking for prostheses. A wound
that didn't heal may translate into

amputation. If you use a grudge against
police, Panther Unit sniper, teacher,

and amputee, you have three good
possibilities from this group.

So is Jarvis, elementary teacher from
Canada.

emigrated in 1980, lost a leg in an auto
accident.

Robert Townsend teaches music in Kansas
City. He mangled a foot.

Clayton Riddle, professor of antiquities
in Ohio State University, lost both

legs in Vietnam due to bullet wounds.
Former Cincinnati police officer.

What was Riddle's

problem with the police?

After he spent two years in VA
hospitals, Cincinnati police saw him as

unfit, and they denied him his old job.

As a sharpshooter, imagine playing the
violin like an angel and being told to

put it away because you lost both your
legs.

I think that Riddle is Sagittarius.

He's got all the skills, and like
Chiron, he has wounds that didn't heal.

Yeah, I've got enough to get a judge out
of bed. Where does he live?

On the campus in Columbus.

His M .O. is daytime.

He'll be all over them by dawn.

Let's alert the campus police and the
local PD.

Clear. If you can't, come in, please.

What did he do? I don't understand all
this. Clayton is dean of the department.

He's not a mass murderer.

Have you ever been here before?

No. I've had several dinner parties, but
I don't ever recall him mentioning any

hobbies like this.

You're saying he's the sniper?

I can't believe that.

Forget hobbies.

It's a small machine shop. He's got a
computerized lathe, for God's sake.

Prototypes. He was experimenting with
design.

Oh, yes. Clayton is a genius with his
hands. For the past several years, he's

been especially keen on biomechanics.
For his legs, you know. He's made

advances. This is where he loads his
bullets, bullet molds, gunpowder. He can

make a rifle, for God's sake.

He has.

He's modified a sniper rifle.

Here's the rest of his myth.

This is where he gains immortality.

Whenever he's gone, he's gone there as
Sagittarius to fire the longest shot

made at Shadow the Sky.

Does Riddle have classes today?

He should. I hadn't heard him arranging
for the day offering.

Really?

John, get Columbus PD to travel the
towers.

What's the situation? One shot, 11
minutes ago.

Did he shoot your glasses?

No, he dropped that woman in the open.

No warning. Nobody's heard a shot. Why
glass? Shot through it before.

Shot had to come from that direction.

Sculptor, that's his target. That's his
diary bullet knife.

Can't make that shot. He's shooting from
the wrong direction. His line of fire

is obstructed.

That's it.

The building in the far distance.

That's got to be 1 ,500 yards off. 17
maybe.

He's moved to line up a shot on the
sculpture.

John, we need a decoy.

I'll give you something to shoot at.

Secure the building.

Arrow to the roof, swat inside.

I need a Remington 7.

I'll get you one. What kind of ammo do
you want?

Bowtail with hollow points.

George, as soon as he fires again, get
to me. I hope we got the range on this

thing. It's almost a mile.

Billy, this guy is suicidal.

This is his last shot. If you get in the
way, he's going to take you with him.

He commands five square miles from
there. No one on the ground is safe.

John, I'm going to find a vantage point.
If he goes to take a shot, I'll make my

move.

Billy, this is his miss, not yours. This
started 25 years ago. Not with this

guy, but one just like him. He's part of
the same men. I've got to finish him.

Got it.

I got it. Let's go.

So far it's clear

John's

in the open. What do

you see?

Where is he, George? Where is he?

Northwest corner. Northwest.

I don't have a clear shot yet.

She's alive.

The woman is alive.

Sagittarius is down.

Bailey got him.