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Raymond, honey, do me a favor and open that other bottle of Merlot.

It has to breathe.

Raymond?

Raymond! Oh, have a glass with me before you go. I get lonely when you're

gone. The night just seems endless, and all I have for company... Well,

now I know what I'll be doing the next three days.

Washing down the cabinets.

I can't stand those bladder marks.

Going over the linoleum on my hands and knees.

Oh, God, Raymond, you are inept.

Just go to work, will you, please?

Oh, that's right. You're on the day shift this week.

My great provider.

Six years of minimum wage.

But you are oblivious to the condition of this house.

I won't even set foot in your den anymore. The smell is just...

Did one of your animals die in there?

That smell clings to you like a second skin, and it makes my eyes water.

Look at you, wrapped up in your own little world, incapable of thinking

anyone but yourself, and that's a reflection on you, Raymond.

Raymond? Raymond!

computer and cable. The shower has water that squirts out from the wall.

It's a bomb.

That seems a good thing.

Not good.

It's a bomb.

Exactly.

Did you see the playhouse in the backyard?

Can I check it out?

I've seen it three times.

Applications have been sitting on your desk for weeks.

Don't feel pressure, Dr. Waters, but the Buckhead area is highly sought after. I

can't guarantee its availability much. I know.

Just leave you to talk. Thank you.

You've always said that once Jack wasn't a threat, you wanted to find some place

with lots of windows and no bars on them.

I'm only five minutes away. I can be here to watch Chloe. I'm not sure that I

can afford it, Angel.

You know you can.

Well, the school system is... It's the best in the city.

And Jack cannot possibly get to you now. Why are you holding on to this part of

your life that was nothing but misery?

We had the waters.

What an hour -little corner of the planet. We're no strangers to finding

dumped.

Normally, they got one plug in the head, two pinky rings, and names like Vinnie

or Cheech.

Lieutenant, there's very little about this case to which the word normally

applies, which is why we're here.

What was that?

This place used to be Porterson's department store.

It's scheduled for demolition, so they've been torching the girders.

The first girl we found six weeks ago.

She was stabbed once.

Nice. Neat.

Thank you. No attempt at concealment. But you never did find her hand?

No, we did not.

Honey, you remember my...

Can you believe

that? Yeah, you've seen one decapitation.

And I guess you haven't scooped up any heads floating downriver?

Listen, son, I got six weeks and four days till I punch you out.

Now, the last thing I need on my watch is unclear domiciles, especially with

broads turning up without heads or hands.

If we all play nicely, I'm sure we can get it done within your time frame.

What are your thoughts, Gracie? That as a society, we are going straight to

hell.

No clothes, no purse, no head.

Unless the prints are on file, then our identification's going to be a bitch,

which I assume was his intent.

And no blood.

Must have taken place elsewhere.

Yeah. She's pretty well -trained.

How long?

Ten?

Twelve hours?

Not enough time for missing persons.

Where's Sam?

We'll fax you all of our forensic reports and any other pertinent

What, you're not staying? We can do better work at our facility.

It's 90 minutes by plane. We'll commute as necessary.

John will stay.

Work with you on the victimology.

We'll have some laughs, huh?

35, 40?

Approximately. What are those slashes on her back?

Looks like some type of tool.

Gardening, maybe.

You sure this place is going to hold up?

She's out where there's a rock.

She wasn't nude when he slashed her.

Piece of her shirt?

It's something.

What type is something we won't know till we test it.

Bailey, I'm going to put this through.

First victim.

The one without the hands.

She was found here also?

Mm -hmm. On this spot, virtually.

Killer obviously didn't care if she was identified. I mean, why didn't he take

her head too?

I was waiting for Grace to finish.

Trying to get a sense of the place?

Anything?

No, not yet.

Clear the area for you.

I guess it's just that he's trying to form a bond, some kind of relationship

with his victims.

First victim was 22, single, Kara Bukowski, rent -disputition.

Shop had male and female clients on which we're checking.

The kid was going to move to Los Angeles to make up for the movies.

This victim was clearly older, but without an ID, we can kiss commonality

goodbye. It may not matter.

It always matters.

If he wanted a relationship with them, then... Well, I'm not sure that it was

with them as people.

I mean, their personalities, behavior, who they were, may not interest him.

It's more like they provided parts.

Objects of desire.

I want to see where the first victim lives.

He undressed the victims, but there was no sexual activity, right?

No, there's no evidence of it, no.

He's collecting trophies, possible stimulants.

No, I don't think so.

If he was in the throes of sexual excitement, I would expect the bodies to

left more haphazardly.

For him, I don't think a relationship is about sex. It's about romance.

You're back.

Did you bring me anything?

I don't think that it was Kara's hands that attracted him. I think it was her

nails.

She was a beautician. She had artificial nails.

She kept them painted.

I also found a local bus schedule in her apartment, so I don't think she had a

car. She probably walked everywhere.

Killer could live or work in the neighborhood.

Much as I hate to shoot your romance theory full of holes, evaluation of the

chemical residue found on the skin of both victims, benzalconium chloride,

propylene glycol.

Alcohol, 20%. Some kind of antiseptic.

So we stripped them so we could clean them?

That's a germ freak.

I like the romantic angle.

Why? I made that way.

Chemicals don't lie. I vote freak.

Could be both.

In his mind, if his victims are literally clean, then so is he, and his

self -image is maintained because he's never soiled a relationship with sex.

First, we magnify the sliver of fabric Grace found in the wound.

Then I'm going to extrapolate.

Using a custom CGI program, and hopefully I'll be able to reconstruct

original pattern compared to swatches on my home server.

Here's the original sample.

Reconstructing.

Now, searching for correlation.

This could take some time.

You're asking me to leave.

Reconstructing in front of an audience makes me nervous.

That's it, too.

You should be home.

Yeah.

What is it, Sam?

Billy, when you were profiling, how often did your personal life intrude

your work?

It's part of the gig.

Any profiler is filtered through the experience of the profiler.

Oh, but I'm not talking about the filtering. I'm talking about actually

over.

I mean, this is more than just some abstract sense of a killer trying to

bond. I keep getting the image of an actual wedding.

Well, it's the logical extension of the relationship he wants with his victims,

at least in his mind.

No, it's going through my mind, see? I don't know if it's going through his...

Today's

my anniversary.

Tom and I would have been married 12 years.

I'm sorry, Tom.

How many anniversaries have you spent alone?

Two different things.

Yours was an unexpected tragedy.

Mine was a matter of convenience.

Can I buy you a drink or three?

Jameson's Irish.

Look, maybe you are being thrown by the timing, but maybe not.

If he's at some level the romantic you think he is, your sense of what's going

through his mind could still be valid.

For the moment, we can at least assume this.

Somewhere in Newark, there's a guy who's got one hell of an inventory in his

preview.

It is pitch black, Raymond. How can you work in the garden?

I'm hungry. Run out and get a pizza.

I'm waxing my leg.

When you come back, you can help me put on this skin conditioner.

Pepperoni and mushroom. Don't get anchovies. It's like eating an eyebrow.

We lived here. I could be at school in eight minutes.

It's definitely a bomb.

Be a bomb.

Oh, sorry.

So why can't we?

There are a lot of reasons why we should. It's just hard right now.

Whenever I have a tough decision to make, you always say, if you know down

that something's right, it's right.

Take your own advice, Mom.

Advice is like a Christmas gift. It is better to give than to receive.

Your dad told me that once.

So that's why this is hard?

I think about it when I don't know it.

But there are a few days in the year when it's just really...

Sarah Kenson's father died. And they go visit him at the cemetery a lot.

How come you don't visit Dad?

Because that's not where he is.

I get the idea of going to a new place and starting over and knowing that

he's not going to be a part of it.

Beat ya. Why, what's that supposed to mean? While you and Univac were going

through God knows how many theoretical fabric permutations... It's not a

I was doing an old -fashioned chemical analysis on that itty -bitty sliver we

have on hand. It's not a Univac. Traces of glutaraldehyde. It is used to clean

dental and medical instruments.

Victim number two was wearing a dental smock, surgical scrubs, some type of

clothing that links her to the medical field. Is Bailey aware?

He will be in a minute. And just so you know, it's not a Univac.

Victim two is a medical worker.

Are there any hospitals or clinics in the area of the kills?

No, but there are at least 25 or 30 doctors and dentist's offices.

Check out their personnel and cross -reference that with any possible

persons call.

John.

John.

Tell Grace I bought every gardening handle in Newark. None of the matches

slash rooms on the victims. I don't know what the hell he used. How's the

profile coming?

Piece by piece, John. It's not something you slap together in five minutes.

Well, hurry it up. There aren't as many laughs down here as I thought.

I think he wants out, Bailey. I think he feels imprisoned by a relationship,

maybe. His marriage, based on the intuitions you had before.

I don't think this is about creating a new idealized relationship. I think it's

about trying to symbolically deconstruct one that is already in.

Hello. We have a blood type match on the headless lady.

A dental hygienist whose boss reported her missing.

Claudia Allen.

She's been a hygienist for 20 years.

Clean teeth, emphasis on cleanliness in general.

The antiseptic he used on his victims.

The killer's wife could be a hygienist.

This hygienist could be the killer's wife.

No, she was never married. Went to the same dentist her whole career.

How old?

43. Neighbors say she was big into entertainment.

This was her birthday party three weeks ago.

These are very good kills.

The fingernails on the first victim and the smile or the hair of this one.

At some point, you may turn on her. I'd expect it.

My guess is when we find her corpse, she'll have long nails, locked teeth,

red hair.

If the killer isn't 40, he's probably close to it.

Agent, a man's life when he looks around and asks, is this all there is?

That is about the time.

Wait. His wife dominates him. He can't or won't confront her. He's probably

plodding, very quiet.

Repetitive because we know he made the first two drops at the exact same spot.

He'd work at a place where there's a constantly changing source of women.

A fast food restaurant or a car wash or... First victim didn't drive.

Right, right. I'll scratch that then. Maybe a laundromat or a market.

I'll have Lieutenant Charles schooled to play his truth.

First kill was six weeks ago than the day before yesterday.

What's the triggering event?

Accumulated frustration and anger?

Maybe he's having an affair.

He realizes if we're free of the wife. No, I think an affair would be too

A chance for confrontation would be too great.

If there is another woman, it's probably someone who he sees at work. Or, I

don't know, a fantasy figure.

A model on a billboard.

Raymond, you know how she gets when her back itches.

Right.

First of the sensitive.

They should have a telethon for it. You know, like they have.

About time.

I threw out that soup you made the other day. Something about it did not taste

right.

To the left.

The other left.

I don't know why you have problems with the simplest death.

Those aren't my genes, I can tell you that much.

My mother was descended from French royalty.

That's where I get my bone structure, my appreciation for art and literature.

If she hadn't emigrated, I'd be in Paris this very minute.

I'd have married a dauphin instead of your father.

Another overachiever.

I left a list on the counter.

Get the day -old bread. It's just as good for toast and half the price.

And don't forget my denture adhesive this time.

You know what else was on the list?

The caramel, if you like so much.

Oh, worse than ever!

Your hygiene is just...

Why couldn't you follow Franklin's example? May he rest in peace. Your

knew the value of hygiene.

So ironic that he was the one with such potential.

Lower.

Oh, that's my good boy.

Okay, victim one and two lived 15 blocks apart.

Kara Bukowski worked at a beauty shop here.

Claudia Allen, the hygienist, worked four blocks away. So here's our primary

search area.

You think he made the grab when they left work?

He knew where they lived. Maybe he made deliveries.

I don't know.

Residential areas provide cover for an abduction.

There were no witnesses.

I think they became victims partly because of where they lived.

We're outside the neighborhood, and in fact, they were both Sagittarians. These

women have nothing in common.

It's all... We got a suspect.

Flip's Burgers are the diners. Got a list of priors for assault that dates

seven years.

Where'd you find them?

Hanging around the department store where the dead bodies were found.

-American, age 39.

Victims were white. These guys almost never crossed racial lines.

And I doubt that he would have any priors.

I'm going on your profile.

Lieutenant, these crimes and victims are very specific.

They're not part of an ongoing series of assaults. I got a viable suspect

downstairs. I'm not going to kick him just because you don't agree.

She didn't tell you to kick him. All I'm hearing is negativity, and I am trying

to close this case.

So you can pack up your pension and move to Hialeah? Don't lay that on me.

Retirement ain't the issue.

For the sake of your suspect, it can't come too soon.

I see anyone.

Are you prepared to let this guy walk?

It's your call, Lieutenant. Hold him, interrogate him, do what you want.

The man that we're looking for is not a common thug. He's more like a robot.

He's someone that you wouldn't even notice if you were standing next to him.

Oh, hey, hey.

I said paper, not plastic.

Today's beating.

You're on break, Lisa.

Okay.

Raymond? Raymond, I'm really enjoying laser night. It's really exciting.

I'm going to finish it on break, and then you can have it back, if that's

You have a nice smile.

I'm sure we can work it out now. This bay leaf is on special, and you charge

full price.

Jack. That's highway robbery.

I'll get a man. Oh, who wants this bay leaf anyway?

Dangerous. This place has been going down the hill ever since the growth's

told. It's filthy, too. You don't honor the double shoe spot.

I'd be better off going to a chain store.

Mavis Bleeder, 61, widow.

He cut out her larynx. He had a divorce.

The wife of his wife.

M .O.'s changed.

Left to the same place he did his surgery.

Different drop site.

He's got to set himself free.

Almost got used to this place to crash. He left a scavenge of food around 6,

came back just before 9 and found her.

Go back over all the potential work environments.

Concentrate on the guys who work day shifts.

Lieutenant?

Travors. They're here to kill.

The first victim was 22.

The second one was 43. This woman is 61.

Isn't it wife?

It's the mother.

I love Lalique.

My mother and father got me these.

Of course, they were appalled that I was marrying someone so common.

But I was headstrong.

Raymond, my life is proof that children should listen to their

parents.

Vacuuming, dusting.

Polish the silver.

Have to redo my nail.

But it was worth it.

Raymond.

Raymond.

I have something to show you.

Isn't it lovely?

With the proper clothing, you can attract the proper girl.

So important, dear.

Come on.

One

day,

you'll have to start thinking about moving out on your own.

Stitch here and there and it's perfection Get

over here

right this minute

I still have hope for you.

I still have hope for you.

We talked to 17 plotting, semi -mute, busboys, hashlingers, shelf -stackers,

laundromat attendants, all with alibis up the yay.

Our best lead may be his mother.

It was probably in her late 60s, based on the ascending ages of the victim.

Physical traits we described to his wife would still apply.

All right, the teeth, the nail, the voice.

He's trapped by the old lady, so he kills innocent women.

He's probably a widow.

Their son could be around the child.

George is going through his social security records.

You know, you bring a kid into this world, and then you smother him.

Why doesn't he just offer or leave?

He can't do either.

Not yet.

She could be an invalid using her infirmity to hold him hostage.

Or it could be some sort of psychological blackmail, which is far

insidious. All right.

They could simply need each other, need to feed off each other.

Raymond.

Sweetheart.

I know how much you like him.

Have one.

Just for me.

You've always been my baby.

What's a mother without her baby?

Of course, we've had our ups and downs.

That incident.

this little jessica man who took care of that i did

he's only 13.

i said he's my baby

because you were bad lunch

and i have feelings like that thank goodness you don't have them anymore

I was there for you, Raymond.

Wasn't I?

Wasn't I?

That's what a mother's for.

To be there for her child, asking nothing in return.

get together and talk about laser knots I've been leaving messages I guess you

never got them bye

Bailey? What the hell are you doing here?

Well, I couldn't sleep.

Haven't you heard? Insomnia could be life -threatening.

What are you doing here?

I just kept thinking, you know.

Maybe they missed something.

Yeah.

We need to find the point of attack.

Which we figure was a couple of blocks from the wire factory.

Thank you.

Leader. Mavis Leader.

Must have been on the way out from the market.

Entry needed.

The prune juice.

Lady support hose.

We've already established that the killer could work at a market.

Does a woman who wears dentures eat caramel?

I went over Mavis's autopsy report.

She didn't wear dentures.

But his mother may.

Mavis, some of these things may belong to the killer. He could have lost them

the confusion after the murder.

I'll have George check Medicare records. The dentures may show up on a file.

Probably dozens of markets in the kill zone.

The first victim bought her nail polish at Grossman's.

Where are you on the Medicare search?

Within the 12 square blocks of the neighborhood, we have 93 widows over the

of 65 who have received payments for denture work during the last calendar

Okay, want to hear some more bad news? The list is growing by the minute.

Get it to me, George.

There are seven Grossman stores in the kill zone. This guy has no employees

even remotely fit our profile, and he sees elderly women with annoying voices

and long nails every day, says he's married to one.

Six more stores to go.

Yes? Mrs. Boudreaux, I'm Lisa Darden.

I'm a friend of Raymond's.

He never mentioned you.

We work together.

Is he here?

He's occupied right now.

I just wanted to give these back to him.

I'll see he gets them.

I've been calling, and I want to make sure he's been getting my messages.

What do you know about my son?

What do you think you know?

That he's a sweet -natured boy who reads about action hero?

How blessedly naive you are.

Do you know where he spent most of his childhood?

Did he tell you about that place?

He never... No one ever talks about places like that.

Or about why people have to be confined in them.

Of course, it's better now.

The illness manifests itself only occasionally.

But if I were you, dear, I'd stay away from him and from this house and

never come near again.

Come on, darling.

We've got three possibilities to fit the profile.

Jacob Petrie, a butcher's assistant. He's my favorite.

Raymond Boudreau, a box boy at Grossman's No. 6.

And David Ryan, a restocker at a convenience store.

I gave them all to the little ball guy.

Great.

Okay, victim No. 1 lived here. We believe that's roughly where the attack

place. Victim No. 2 here.

And victim No. 3 here. Less than two blocks from the wire factory where she

killed. And CIC research indicates the killer's home base is most likely

somewhere in the middle.

Now, the lieutenant's eliminated 34 of the names we got from Medicare, which

still leaves... What if he doesn't live in the middle of the grid?

What if, as he gets emotionally closer to killing his mother, he's also getting

closer geographically? It's too easy.

No, not if you think of the kill as a psychological hurdle.

With each one, he's become a little more sure of himself.

Ramping himself up to take the final step of actually killing his mother.

That would put the finish line right about there.

We'd be cutting our search area by two -thirds. That's a major risk.

It's just outside the original grid.

No Brook Avenue on 17th.

Dorothy Boudreau, 427 Millbrook. Boudreau's one of our guys.

Get Eunice out to 427 Millbrook, Charlie.

Ben. Oh, Raymond, you're a picture.

Don't.

We'll be late to the matinee.

Someone delivered those.

I told her we were otherwise engaged.

Well, she was obviously unacceptable.

No social graces whatsoever.

And hardly what I would call attractive.

Believe me, I was doing you a favor.

She won't bother you again.

She liked me.

Dear, listen to mother.

She liked me.

She wasn't worthy.

You're well rid of her.

Does someone like that, a mere child, know about love and caring?

Oh, Frank.

God's name.

Such a

shame.

I'm sorry, Mr. Padron. I'm very sorry.

You do the best you can, and that's what happens.

We actually have a lawn.

We actually need a gardener.

You really okay with this?

Yeah, I am.

What do you say we go inside?

We're home now.