All language subtitles for Profiler s03e05 The Sum Of Her Parts

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.