All language subtitles for Profiler s03e03 Do The Right Thing

Anybody home?

Lori Moxon.

Delivery from Angeletti's.

Serious breach of security here, man.

Wow.

Absolutely, Paul.

No, I haven't forgotten.

I've got it right here.

Uh, four o 'clock.

Yeah.

Uh, listen, I realize that this will be
difficult. It's, um... Thank you for

understanding. That's very...
understanding.

Yeah, okay. All right. I'll see you
then. Okay.

I never think that you're amazed.

At math on Sunday, I set a petition that
a new man appear in your life. Well,

faith is a beautiful thing, Grace, but
Paul Sterling is not that man.

You don't tie yourself up in knots when
you're talking to Bailey.

He's the U .S. attorney prosecuting
Jack, and to date, our relationship has

purely professional and completely
telephonic.

What's 4 o 'clock?

He's coming here to take my preliminary
statement.

Did you wear that outfit so he could
take your statement or you could take

temperature?

I wore it because it was the only thing
in my closet that was clean.

Samantha Waters.

Sam, I need you and Grace out in
Peachtree City, 444 McKinley Avenue.

Invitation by Chief of Homicide.

Yeah, what have you got?

An opportunity.

Pristine crime scene, three hours old.

Details on site.

See you there.

You ever notice how when Bailey gets
official, he stops using verbs?

Jack Webb lives.

Take a look at this.

Hawker 700, confiscated by the DEA when
they busted the Laporta cartel.

Cruising speed 468 knots, range 3 ,044
nautical miles.

Could be anywhere in the country within
hours.

Damn, I want that plane. Why don't you
get it transferred?

Phelps won't let it go.

They love their toys.

Weren't you guys in the service
together?

Why don't you have built in one
serviceman to another?

Bobby Phelps is a man steeped in the
American tradition of honesty and fair

play. There's only one way to deal with
a guy like that.

You find a soft spot and squeeze.

Nice threads.

Donna Karan or Helmut Lang?

What, are you dating someone from both?

Women swear daily.

Roy Munson, second victim in as many
weeks.

First murder took place less than a mile
from here. White males, 48 and 52.

Ligature strangulation.

Same old, same old.

And both victims were castrate.

So much for same old, same old.

You did say pristine.

Yeah.

Officer Brown.

John Grant, who's in charge here?

Sir, Watkins was first on scene. From
homicide?

Traffic, sir.

Clear out the dead with him.

Yes, sir.

All non -essential personnel, please
disperse.

Please disperse now.

John Grant, Violent Crimes Task Force.

Look, I was just driving my route. I'm
traffic, see, and this guy flags me

and the next thing I know, I'm... Take
it slow, Doogie. Which guy?

He was a pizza guy.

He said that there's a body in here. I
mean, I'm traffic. I've never seen a

before, especially one that's missing
his... The tiki eye is consistent with

strangulation. Ligature left a clean
line, nice edges.

I'll be able to establish the kind of
material when I get him back to the

The unkindest cut.

You know, I can't work here. This is
chaos.

Where was the first victim found?

Philip Dumont, 17 Eastchester.

I'll get you an escort. Okay, I'll come
back when the convention's over.

So I call for backup, and the next thing
I know, this place is crawling.

I mean, I'm traffic!

And I'm sure you'll have a great career
running tickets. Now, who's the old

thief who took the call?

Right here.

You know, I wanted this crime scene
maintained. Hey, Gibson, I'm sorry. You

going on report.

No, amend this. You're up for a
departmental record. Hey, amend this.

Bailey Malone, DCTF.

Officer Watkins performed admirably
under circumstances beyond the scope of

training. The integrity of this crime
scene was your responsibility,

So if there's a candidate for
departmental reprimand, you win by a

Kids and I don't relate.

Someday you'll be a father, John. What's
that?

I'll call you.

21 years.

That's pretty cool.

They didn't have them when I was a kid.

Did you come to your grandpa's house a
lot?

Yeah, after school.

With my kids.

Every day?

You don't go home after school?

Is your mom home?

No. She works.

Your dad?

I don't want to cry.

Rented from Vagabond Video.

Is that significant?

It's in a heavily gay part of town. The
other victim, DeMont, he had a bunch of

tapes, too. From Vagabond?

I'd have to check.

Was DeMont gay?

Oh, he was indeed.

But if I had to bet, I'd say an anti
-gay hate crime or the end of a lover's

triangle.

You're talking serious vexation. I am
indeed.

You transfer the Hawker to the VCTF, and
I can get my picture in the paper as

often as you did for busting the border.

And I've had some lovely 8x10s made up.

Not a chance, bud.

No, that plane happens to be the icing
on the biggest piece of cake I've ever

cut. Now, come on, Bobby. You've got
three jets on the tarmac in Trenton, and

people have to take the bus.

The way I see it, a guy like you needs
to keep it on a very low horizon.

Actually, that bus worked for you.

Can't blame me for trying. No, I can't.

Anyway, I'm glad you were able to get
around that evidence problem.

Absolutely. My best to Carol.

Yeah.

I'm alone.

What evidence problem?

You know, a phantom 24 hours when the
dope disappeared from lockup.

The border's lawyers find out they'll
blow your case wide open.

Something I picked up at the bus
station.

But not to worry, your secret's gold
with me.

We're dealing with the ultimate removal
of manhood. Now, whether the killer is

doing it to punish, to gratify himself,
or because of his own insecurity, I

don't know.

The military's a petri dish for wackos.
Well, the military is also the ultimate

symbol of manhood. This guy could be
rejecting his background.

Sam thinks the killer's military.

Well, I can't say for sure, but there
was definitely a sense of military

at the DeMont crime scene. Was DeMont a
veteran? He dodged the draft. Munson was

for it.

DeMont's house was a real mess.

I mean, he was a really sloppy
housekeeper. The place hadn't been

That's fine.

Why? Because he was gay?

Well, you're a slob, too, but you've got
to admit it's an exception.

Yeah, I'm starting a support group.

Let's keep on track, fellas.

Sam. Uh, there was a broken vase in the
study, but all of the pieces had been

neatly swept together, and the area
around the couch where the mutilation

taken place was very neat. All the throw
pillows had been arranged

symmetrically. As if you'd been trained
to be neat.

Right.

Prince? Only the victims. The killer
must have worn gloves.

Are we dealing with a hate crime?

Well, we don't know if both victims were
gay.

Odds are.

Why?

Because I've worked my share of
mutilations, and the majority have a

overtone. The killer or victim or both.

Munson was divorced ten years ago. None
of his neighbors knew him to have any

kind of female association.

Well, maybe he missed his wife.

All that is a torch of Olympian
proportions.

They have been known to stay lit.

In traditional hate crimes, usually any
victim will do as long as they are part

of the offensive group. Now, sexual
mutilation is usually personal and

the result of intense rage.

The quintessential gay bashing.

You're still making an assumption about
Munson.

There is no passion in these crimes.

There are no slashing wounds. There is
nothing that suggests our killer is out

of control. It is very cold. It is very
precise.

There was no sign of a break -in at
either scene, so we're assuming they

knew the killer or at least felt
unthreatened by him.

And the videos?

They both had accounts at Vagabond. And
just because that's in a gay

neighborhood doesn't prove a thing about
Munson. He rented golf instructional

tapes, okay? I just think we should
check out the store and play your

That's exactly what I'm doing. For now,
we'll go with the military angle.

I'm on a search of bases in the area,
looking for anyone with a record of

misconduct or abuse.

Locals are also checking bars and any
other business that cater to gays.

Based on the race of the victims, we
believe the killer's white.

And strong as hell.

Munson Way 210, Dumont 197, which tells
you how muscled up the killer is. If you

can choke a man to death, especially if
he's struggling... He might not have

been struggling.

If the killer had combat training, he
may be able to render his victims

immediately.

A quiet skill would be more of a weapon
than brute strength.

Castration occurred post -mortem, which,
from the victim's point of view, you've

got to say thank God for small favors.

Oh, your U .S. attorney friend, Paul
Sterling, he's new in town but on a very

fast track. I made some calls. Great.
Happy to do it.

Suma from Emory, 38, never been married,
which is good because you get to mold

him fresh.

I don't really want to talk about
molding, all right? I'm not really in a

molding mode.

Never married? Never.

I... I don't want to talk about this,
all right? I want to talk about this.

You gotta start to get some fun out of
life, sweetie.

Well, he was very careful.

Almost surgical.

He felt in control of his environment.
He probably planned the attack down to

the last detail.

What?

Man, would you look at the size of those
feet.

Getting a download from Central
Division.

Stephen Daniel Gelb, 26.

11 drunken disorderlies, felony assault,
a gay bashing.

Victim is now paraplegic.

Gelb was released on time served. Did a
whopping three months. Thank you very

much.

Dishonorable from the Army six months
before the attack.

Last known employer vagabond video.

We only got Titanic and Litterbox. If
you want it in pan and scan, you can get

it.

Don't move.

You all right?

Yeah.

Good news.

They got Titanic and Litterbox.

Let's go.

Is everything in order? Yes, everything
is.

I can sign this.

I have a couple of Eisenstadt Limiteds.
I like stuff with people in them.

I do landscape mostly.

Donald Lucas, a .k .a. Jack.

You went to see him in prison.

How come?

I mean, you did go see him. Yes.

There are things that I need to know.

Well, that's certainly...

intellectually intriguing but the basis
of my question is emotional you're in

love with him how can you possibly say
that well i mean maybe not in love with

the man himself but certainly in love
with the idea that you were the absolute

focus of his obsession That is
disgusting.

It took you seven years to catch him,
the most advanced unit of its kind in

FBI. The only way I can explain that,
Dr. Waters, is that you weren't trying

very hard. Noah, get out of my office.
And then you go to see him in prison.

Now, this is the man that killed your
husband, among scores of others. You

obviously did it to continue a
relationship that fulfills in you some

type of... You know what to insinuate
that I derive anything from this

relationship other than seven years of
agony is...

is exactly what the defense is going to
do.

Yep.

I'm sorry about that, Samantha, but what
I just did is absolutely nothing

compared to the tactics that they will
use.

They'll not only impugn you as a
witness, but they'll try to paint you as

unwitting accomplice.

They'll splay you open like a frog in a
biology class, and I'd hate to see it

happen. It may not have to.

His defense team is willing to deal.

It's a plea of insanity to keep the
needle out of his arm. It's something...

No deal.

Is it worth it to have every memory
thrown back at you? Is it worth that for

or for Chloe? No deal.

Do you want him dead?

He's not insane. He's guilty.

Do you want him dead? I want closure for
me and my daughter and the families of

everyone that he killed. Now, the only
way that I'm going to get that is

due process.

Well...

From everything I've heard about you,
that's exactly what I figured you'd say.

What exactly have you heard about me?

Nice threads.

You didn't have to run.

Two minutes of answering questions and
I'd have been out the door. You wanted

take a pop at me.

I've got this problem with authority.

That parole officer tells me that all
the time.

You've missed your last three meets with
him.

They were inconvenient.

I'm sure.

You were too busy renting tapes to
Philip Dumont and Roy Munson.

Less than 24 hours before they were
killed.

Meaning what?

Meaning you knew them.

You knew where they lived, what they
liked to rent.

Maybe you let them flirt with you a
little.

You were trolling, Steve.

That was your way of getting close to
them? I never got close to them. Come

man. Long as it takes, the hardest gonna
be... I told you everything there is!

You didn't tell me why you killed them.
I didn't. Then why'd you run?

You're looking at double homicide.

I ran because of the tape.

Me and some buddies had a bootleg
operation going down. I thought you were

busting me for that.

You've made a lot of mistakes in your
life.

Not least of which is thinking I'm as
big a moron as you are.

You hated Dumont and didn't even know
Munson and Dumont. You were repulsed and

attracted at the same time. You're one
confused and malignant son of a bitch.

Didn't kill him.

Yes, you did.

And you got off on it.

Get the hell away from me.

I believe him.

I mean, he said it himself. He rejects
authority.

Our killer embraces it.

He's precise, orderly. What about Larry
Robinson? He looks like he's wearing

last week's lunch.

Who? Larry Robinson.

The guy you picked up at Pepe's and beat
to within an inch of his life. He has a

history of sexual assault, military.
What about him?

Sense of order just doesn't fit, Bailey.

Well, he does fit Grace's assessment of
the physical characteristics.

So does half the NFL.

I don't care about some pervert that
gets roughed up. He's a human being. You

beat him into a coma, put him in
intensive care for six weeks, and a

for the rest of his life?

I worked that off.

Bailey,

he's got it in him. I'm beginning to
think you've got it in you, John. What

hell was that?

Sir, this is Joan Andrews.

Roy Munson was my father.

And I loved him.

And I'd have loved him if he was gay or
not, but he was not.

And there are people in my family and in
this community to whom this makes a

difference.

I didn't say anything. It's right here.

I was talking to Gibson. He asked if
we're looking at a bashing. I said it

possibility. They see it in the paper
coming from the FBI and they believe it.

You may not be the Peachtree City
Gazette. Ma 'am, I did not talk to a

There is no way that a comment can be
attributed to me.

Roy Munson was the only father my son
has ever known.

Ryan idolized that man and said he was
suspended from school for fighting with

some kid who called his grandfather a
fag.

Mrs. Andrews, sometimes in building a
case we have to speculate.

Based on evidence we find at the crime
scene, but based on... Mrs. Andrews,

call the newspaper.

We'll get a retraction.

What, on page 30?

On behalf of Agent Grant, I sincerely
apologize.

If there's anything we can do to help...
You might try to catch the bastard who

did this.

You know me better.

You could have stuck up for me a little
bit.

When it's justified, I'll fall on my
sword, John.

This was sloppy work, and you know it.

Might it help if you offered to talk to
her son? I don't want to talk to her

son. This isn't about her son.

You hired me because of my instincts,
because I don't give a flying crap about

political correctness. Political
correctness is my ass.

We're not talking abstract philosophy,
John.

There are human ramifications to what we
do, which is why speculation belongs in

this office, not on the front page of
the Peachtree Gazette.

You know, that suit really fits you.

Go back to work, John.

There's a wedding album on the side
table.

Divorced man.

I missed it.

This match is afresh.

The table was moved here and then moved
back to its original position.

The locals themselves could have done
it.

Bailey, what do you remember most about
the Army?

Saying goodbye to my mother, knowing it
was for the last time.

Seeing my buddies blown to pieces.

Wanting to get the hell out.

But you didn't.

I had a duty to perform.

Duty.

Obligation.

He feels obligated to kill.

But killing alone doesn't fulfill that
obligation. That's why he mutilates

Targeted specifically, which means
somehow he knew his victims.

Well, at least well enough to be invited
inside.

He's cold.

wedded to authority and order.

This is not the expression of a
passionate, jilted lover or a gay,

lunatic. No.

This is a clinical statement.

I'm taking your manhood because you
don't deserve it.

Mr. Meisberger, I'm Officer Brown. I'd
like to ask you a few questions.

What about that damn liquor store?

Yes, sir. I told those other cops I
didn't see a thing.

If we go over it again, some of the
details might... I'm closed now. Excuse

sir. It's very important.

It'll only take a few minutes.

This is pristine.

No forced entry, no sign of struggle
again.

Same old, same old.

Even the way his head was angled on the
couch.

Our killer brings anal retentiveness to
new heights.

Agent Grant?

How you doing?

Fine, thank you, sir.

It's John.

You have a first name?

Andrea.

The widow has just come in from out of
town. I thought someone in supervisory

capacity might want to speak with her
You

get lucky this guy's widow just showed
up

maybe you should handle it I wouldn't
want my speculations to get around

get over it I really suit It's one thing
I never want to be

It's wardrobe, Bailey. It's not you.

I was in Savannah for a week with my
sisters.

Mrs. Musburger, I know this is a very
difficult time. Holland's driving me

Have the details been explained to you?

They cut off his Johnny, right?

When's the last time you talked to your
husband?

Sunday.

I had to remind him to pick me up at the
airport.

Beg him, actually.

There were signs that suggest he might
have known his assailant.

Does that surprise you?

What surprises me is that anyone who
knew him could think he was worth the

effort.

He couldn't stand the mess.

He stacked the newspapers.

Maybe Meisberger just hadn't read them
yet.

You make your bed, you lie in it.

Bill was a selfish bastard. Wouldn't
lift a finger to help another living

I figured he'd just die meaningless.

Thank you for your time.

Were there other examples of his
selfishness?

How long you got?

Okay. He goes to buy a bottle of scotch.

While he's at the store, there's a stick
-up. Now, Bill sees the whole thing.

Does he so much as give a description of
those punks?

Even with the poor guy bleeding on the
floor?

Hell no.

He wouldn't leave the place upset.

So why did he only clean up this room?

No, I mean the killer himself.

He would have left here looking as neat
and presentable as he had when he

arrived.

What color was the victim's hair, Grace?

Light brown.

What was left of it anyway?

The wife is blonde.

This morning's mail?

It couldn't have been left here more
than a couple of hours ago.

Choke it off, man. Don't obsess.

This is bad.

Home invasion, robbery, assault.

Lift that old lady. What was her name?

Waverly. Beat her to a pulp.

Her face is nothing but wires now. She's
going to lose an eye if we had a

witness. So why'd they toss it? The
butchery cannon.

All of a sudden, his memory goes south.

They talked to him?

What do you think?

He don't want to get involved. That's
what it is.

The public deserves what it gets.

Weisberger was a witness to the liquor
store heist, but he recanted the

statement he gave on the scene after
repeated attempts by the victim's family

come forward. Roy Munson, which served
as subpoena, a reluctant witness to a

-and -run.

They wouldn't do their duty. They
weren't men.

Oh, Stephen Galbon resisting arrest,
assaulting an officer, and a video

pirating. But he's no longer a suspect.

So two of the victims wanted nothing to
do with civic responsibility.

Three. Dumont witnessed an attempted
rape and refused to cooperate.

The killer's a cop.

He'd have access to crime case loads.
He'd have the victim's addresses.

Some rough idea of when they'd be home
alone.

He'd let a cop into your house? Yeah,
you would.

He'd hear a dark brown or black. There's
a lieutenant's name at Peachtree City.

Tell him we're on our way.

So just go back to the station. Tell
your boss I got nothing to say.

Tell him sending over a pretty little
girl wasn't a bad idea.

Sir, the Wayland robbery was a
particularly serious event.

I didn't see anything.

Yes, Mr.

Cole, but that's not what you told the
detective who was on the scene at the

time. Mrs. Wayland was beaten severely
and did... Yeah, well, those are the

breaks.

Sir, perhaps we could go in the house
and discuss this in private.

My wife ain't home.

Why don't I make this place a little
more private?

That's against regulation, sir.

Rules are made to be broken, honey. Come
on, how do you think I got where I am

today?

Always like keeping cold ready, you know
what I mean?

What a great trash season life, not
being able to get your hands on a cold

when you really need it.

She knows how to ruin everything.

What is it now?

It's nothing.

Give me a hand in this.

This is obviously not a good time.

Yeah, some other time.

Sorry to have troubled you, ma 'am.

Well, I can't believe it's one of my
guys.

Well, the profile doesn't leave much
hope that we're wrong.

What are we looking for?

An officer who's had contact with all
three victims.

Probably physically imposing.

But I wouldn't limit the search. It
could be a small man who's been well

-trained, maybe in martial arts. Dark
hair, anyone with access to a list of

reluctant witnesses.

Phil, could you give us a minute,
please?

Sure.

Excuse me.

I was able to get a copy of our
interview status reports for the last

without drawing too much attention.

Not as automated as I should be, but I
think this is what you asked for. Thank

you, sir. It's unformatted, but we'll
make it work.

The subject would have an obsessively
high regard for duty and order.

He may have had trouble with a partner
who cut corners or did sloppy work. He

may have even put past partners on
report with charges of malfeasance or

incompetence. Probably rotated around a
lot because he couldn't get along with

anybody. His reports would always be
done early. They would be letter

very detailed. His appearance would
always be immaculate. He probably

tolerate anyone who was not the same.

Well, we can't tie anyone to all three
victims. The closest we get is Officer

Jason Colton.

He filled out the traffic report on the
Munson case, and he was part of the

canvassing team following the Dumont
murder.

It wasn't his hair that we found at the
last crime scene. I'm still doing DNA

work, but it's definitely Caucasian.

Well, this information is pretty easy
for anybody in the department to get a

hold of.

The guy could have gotten this list and
then visited these people off -duty.

No, he would have gone in uniform.
That's how I got inside.

Can we put together a unit, a mobile
unit, to warn anybody who's been a

witness to a crime?

So what is the next step, a deposition?

No, I'm ready any time, Paul.

No, no, I'm fine. I appreciate what you
were trying to do.

Yeah, all right. I'll talk to you soon.

The killer is a woman.

A woman wouldn't have to be strong, just
precise.

She stopped to fix her hair and she
didn't even realize she was doing it.

Get Gibson to Peachtree City PD.

Tell John Grant I want to talk to him
now.

A funeral.

Someone died. That may have been the
stressor that started her killing a

or her father, someone she felt
obligated to, her sense of duty.

Agent Grant.

Still so formal, lad. A quarter to nine.

John.

Nice.

Thank you.

I'm glad you called.

You said you had some information about
the killings?

Yes, I do.

What happened?

I burned it.

That picture over there. You Frank
Brown's daughter?

I didn't put it together before. He's
like a legend. One of the most decorated

in Atlanta PD history.

The most decorated.

But you might have served under him.

I wanted to go to the funeral, but we
were working a case in Portland.

He died on the job.

He took a bullet for his partner.

Put your hands on your head.

Andre, what the hell are you... Get
inside.

Go on.

On your knee.

Cross your ankles.

I guess it doesn't matter to you that my
people have probably figured this out

by now.

Shut up.

I know this isn't what your father would
have wanted. You don't know a thing

about my father.

You're nothing like him.

I thought you were.

I thought you believed what we do was
right. I do believe that. Then why are

trying to stop me from doing it?

You won't stop me from doing it.

Andrea, you took an oath at the academy.

Just like everyone else.

But your oath wasn't to the department,
it was to one man.

I promised him.

And you kept that promise?

Yes. To be strong the way he was?

To do things right so he'd be proud of
you?

Yes. Because you're a good cop, a tough
cop. You live by the rules and you

expect nothing less of the people you
work with.

You carried your name with honor.

You're everything a father could want in
a daughter.

But that wasn't good enough for Frank
Brown.

You could never be the one thing you
really wanted.

And he never let you forget it.

Did he?

Did he?

If you fell off your bike, you couldn't
show that it hurt.

No tears for you, that's weak, and Frank
Brown's kid could never be weak.

You couldn't just get through at the
academy. You had to be at the top.

less would do. I wasn't at the top.

And he never let you forget that.

I tried so hard. Harder than he had any
right to expect.

He didn't deserve you.

He didn't deserve your love.

You were a devoted daughter.

The only thing you couldn't be was a
son.

No. Everything he stood for.

You had to be yourself.

Not what he wanted you to be.

Take a few days off and go see Thornton.

I'll be in at nine in the morning and I
don't need counseling.

It can help, John.

You know, in the middle of it, when I
was trying to get into her head, I felt

little like you.

Well, at least you felt something for
her, man.

At least she felt something.

What does that do?

If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to
you, son.