All language subtitles for Profiler s04e01 Reunion 1

Previously on Profiler.

Sheriff Post, I'm Bailey Malone, GCTF.
Meet Donald Lucas.

Dr. Samantha Waters is an ethical,
responsible member of the law

community that has suffered unspeakable
tragedy at the hands of this Donald

Lucas or Jack of all trades or whatever
the hell he's calling her. This is the

end. The defendant will sit down.

The defendant confesses to the acts with
which he is charged so that the abuse

of this woman will end.

You know, he actually believes he is.

Me. Poor bastard.

We're together now.

Jack.

and the expectation is full mobility can
be achieved within a month.

The size of the entry and exit wounds
indicate that you were hit with a high

-velocity, small -caliber bullet.

Probably a .22. But since it has not
been found yet... We're going to find

We're going to find her.

I ordered a fax line and hard white
hookups to every agency involved in the

search. That was over an hour ago.
They're coming.

Do you want to hear what the surgeon had
to say? I want that fax line. I want to

hear it.

The bullet entered three centimeters
from the shoulder blade, half your soft

tissue, and exited just above the
clavicle, missing every vital organ.

That's the first miracle I've seen since
my son was born.

Billy, do you know how lucky you are? I
want a total news blackout.

Call Angel. Tell her to come up with an
excuse to keep Chloe out of school.

Billy, please. I put 24 hours of
surveillance on Sam's house, and I mean

There's an army of people looking for
her.

John can handle all... It's my
responsibility, Janet.

Don't you get that?

What gives you the impression that she
needs this abuse?

I'll get it.

Alvarez.

Okay, thanks.

The call to the Fish and Game wardens
who found you was made from a pay phone.

We traced the location six miles south
of the cabin.

Doesn't mean he kept going, sir.

I never heard the shot, so he must have
used a silencer.

This was no miracle.

He knew exactly where to put the bullet
so I'd go down.

But he didn't want me to die.

Or he would have let me bleed to death
without making that phone call.

Fish and game.

The only person I know who'd find the
humor in it is Donald Lucas.

Jack of all trades.

Lucas collapsed after the trial.

He's still in the jail ward at Fulton
County Hospital.

Where he is doesn't matter.

He's used surrogates before.

He's got someone out there and that
someone's not Sam.

Lucas is pulling the strings, Grace.

We need to advance his profile.

We need Sam.

Or the next best.

There's an up -and -comer at Quantico.

A blue flame.

Recruited by the Bureau because they
finally found someone with Sam's gift of

intuition.

Take off your shirt and pants.

What are you talking about? Take them
off!

I told you I'm not wearing a wife! Do
it!

Okay, okay, no.

No, no, no. Because I told him to. I
told him to.

She wants a little baby, you see.

So we have it. I say okay to keep the
peace. You understand?

Well, I understand. I understand. It's
about the baby, isn't it?

We don't get high no more. We don't do
nothing.

I only agreed to have the damn kid out
of Palatius. I know what you mean,

Arthur. But you are in control.

Look, I can go.

How this works out is completely up to
you.

Okay.

You married?

Yeah. Yeah. Three years in July. The
12th.

Uh, my wife can't be... Yes, and no
question, you're a liar.

No, no!

Come

and

pack me the onion dip.

Let's give it up for Al, the haunted
staker, huh?

On behalf of all the ladies...

Thank you for having Agent Garber take
off his clothes.

To refresh your memories, the premise of
a hostage negotiation is to save lives.

Our hostage taker was profiled as having
significant control issues.

Agent Garber safely empowered him and
nearly reached a successful resolution.

So, how come it went in the dumper?

It shouldn't have revealed anything
personal.

That's from a man in his underwear.

I shouldn't have told him I was married.
Why?

Because I'm not. So your mistake was
that you lied?

Yeah. No.

Your mistake wasn't that you lied. Your
mistake was letting him see you lie.

A hostage negotiation is like a chess
game. You have to plan three steps

and you've got to commit.

Any questions?

Can I get dressed now?

Not on my account.

All right. Thank you.

Another one of your variety shows?

You're going to Atlanta in an hour.

Unit chief of the VCTF, Bailey Malone,
has been shot.

Dr. Samantha Waters has been abducted.

You're on loan to assist in the search.

You'll interview Donald Lucas, better
known as... Jack of all trades.

Grace, I want the truth as soon as you
know it, okay?

Thanks.

Was that Mom?

Because she said that she was going to
call.

You know what? A friend of mine who
works at the museum just got me two

to the Van Gogh exhibit, and they have
the portrait of Armand Roulin and self

-portrait with man with a hat.

Can we cut off his ear?

Yeah, he was depressed.

Oh, cool.

We're going to go tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Wednesday.

Oh, the man cut off his ear. The least
you can do is cut school.

Thanks, Angel.

Mom would never go for this.

My experience in that courtroom was
debilitating. To be labeled as an

homicidal megalomaniac in public, I
confessed in order to end Samantha's

torment, and they completely missed the
point.

Especially that jughead Malone, who now
has the gall to send a rookie to invade

the first space that's been truly mine
in over a year.

A space without video surveillance and
the prying eyes of very large men named

Luther, Cletus, and Tyrone.

The envelope, please.

You could have refused this, Amy.

And why do you suppose I didn't? You
missed being on stage.

Burke.

There's a solid self -confidence, salt
-of -the -earth kind of name.

Suitable for walking the beat or pouring
a need.

And where, darling, may I ask, do your
people generate from?

Bethlehem.

Why are you here?

You think you can order the abduction of
Samantha Waters and we just ignore it?

You think I'll tell you where she is? If
you do, you are an idiot.

No.

No, we have to play the game.

It's the game that makes us all. Let me
be candid, Agent Burke.

We're talking set and match.

Turn the lights out. The fat lady has
done.

That's her, Jeff Kander.

You will never find Samantha Waters.

You see, I regard selfishness as a
virtue. So, with all due modesty, if

I can't have her, nobody will.

Samantha Waters and I are bound together
in a place that transcends the

limitations of the body.

In triumph over death.

She's mine.

No, it's not known if Sam was conscious
that she was taken from the cabin.

I want shoppers carrying paramedics,
concentric patterns, radius of 400.

And I want call -ins, Dave.

No inmate with any known connection to
you or Sam has been released in Georgia,

Mississippi, or Alabama within the last
18 months.

Janet's on her way back to Baltimore to
get on with her life.

You know, George, when we were first
married, it was... Yeah?

Agent Malone?

Rachel Burke.

I'm glad you're here.

Thank you.

George Fraley.

Agent Burke's doing six months as an
instructor at Quantico. Before that, she

was lead profiler in Seattle and
Houston.

Yeah. Welcome. Always glad to meet
somebody with an 88 % clearance rate.

It's the other 12 that keep me up at
night.

Did you get anything from Donald Lucas?

When I told him that we knew that Sam
had been abducted... Wait a minute. You

read the briefing paper?

Yes. Well, my instructions could have
been clearer. You would have protected

knowledge of the abduction and not
confront Lucas directly.

He was putting on a show.

It was all flash, no substance. I
assessed the situation. I decided to

him. Was he so rattled that he shook out
Sam's location?

Everything I know about Donald Lucas
from my own files... Your files?

I followed this case for the past three
years.

Well, everything I know about Donald
Lucas is he gloated when you told him

Sam.

Malone.

Yeah.

Lucas just electrocuted himself.

Did he leave a note?

The only link we had to Sam is gone.

You may very well have prompted his
death.

Assess the situation, Agent Burke.

I think he did us a favor.

Lucas did gloat when I told him about
the abduction.

Then he launches into a tirade to try to
sell me on the idea that Sam's his

possession. And the whole time he's
playing with a Rubik's Cube. That's the

Donald Lucas thought of her. I mean, he
had an ego worthy of Donald Trump.

But if he had actually orchestrated the
whole thing, he wouldn't have needed to

convince me of his victory.

Gloating would have been enough.

Rubik's Cube.

Yeah, but there's only one possible
solution.

Where rather than leading, you're being
led by the juxtaposition of color

against color.

Very methodical.

It's a little bit slobbing.

It's everything Jack isn't. You mean
Lucas? Thought we had a witness.

John Grant. Rachel Burke.

She's from Quantico.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Fast food worker near Thomasville saw a
man with a woman who fits Sam's

description. Turns out to be a guy in
the secretary putting in some overtime.

What else about Lucas?

His suicide.

The method of it?

The fact of it.

His confession to the murders was a
floor show.

He was prepared to die by lethal
injection.

It was a ritual send -off with every
moment recorded for posterity.

Then all of a sudden he does a 180, goes
into the bathroom alone, and lights

himself up like a Christmas tree. He
does if he's a coward, which underneath

all he is.

A manipulative, egocentric, desperate
for an audience does not choose to die a

solitary death.

So why did he do it, and why now?

He served his purpose.

He became dispensable, and Jack decided
it was time.

You mean Lucas.

I said what I mean.

But sources would not speculate on the
prospect of rescuing Agent Waters,

only that every resource available is
being employed in the search.

Samantha Waters, an FBI agent for seven
years, was allegedly abducted yesterday

from the wilderness cabin.

Where the hell did that get on the air?

Bailey said there was going to be a
blackout.

That's why she hasn't called.

They're going to find her, Chloe.

You weren't going to tell me.

I was just waiting to get more
information because I didn't want you to

Listen.

She's going to be all right.

She could be dead already.

If this is the car that Jack used, we'll
put it on a flatbed, take it back to

the lab, and tear it apart.

Footprints indicate a body was dragged
from the vehicle. We don't know it was a

body. She could have been unconscious.
She could have been drugged.

Anyway, that's where the track's at.

And where he had another vehicle
waiting.

Have your pictures in an hour.

Move everyone out so Agent Burke can
take a look.

Oh, don't bother.

Sam always likes us being cleared.

Oh, I've got seven kids in my family.
I'm at home in chaos.

What are you getting?

Cramps.

Sam looks at Athene and sees pictures.

That's how she gets into the minds of
these people.

Bailey said you do it too.

Two people with exactly the same ability
that manifests itself exactly the same

way?

You buy that?

If it comes to me, when it comes to me,
I could be grinding coffee, I could be

brushing my teeth.

She plans meticulously, but never leaves
anything to chance.

He needs to control the environment in
every aspect.

We'll walk away with $50 ,000.

Sleep well?

I want my daughter to know that I'm
safe.

Oh, mother's love.

I used to wonder how different things
might have been if I... Well, not much,

guess.

Don't you want to know where we are?

Sure you do.

Guess.

I don't know.

Cross the street from the VCTF?

That would be poetic.

You always did fancy yourself a poet.

I would have thought you'd pick a place
more isolated.

Isolation comes in many forms.

The sound of crickets makes me nervous.

And that cabin was... Bailey.

Bailey.

You should be flattered.

The last word he said on this earth
was...

but it was handled quite humanely, which
was a lot better than he deserved.

When I was sheriff post, he treated me
like a rube.

The milk's been spilled, but not mope
about it. And Donald Lucas?

Oh, over the top at times.

But it was a role to die for.

Only the future matters now.

What matters is what you and I share.

You and I share nothing.

If that's going to be your attitude,
then Chloe is just going to have to

the slings and arrows of outrageous
speculation.

What is it you want from me?

An open mind.

It ain't Ricky Martin.

It ain't Ricky Nelson.

Friedrich Smetana.

Early 19th century. Almost single
-handedly invented the Czech bohemian

tradition. Died of syphilitic insanity.

Jack didn't use modern music because
he's not a modern man.

He thinks he's God. We know that from
the biblical references in the notes

left. His need to control his
environment.

Sam would want to get him out of the
environment.

It's vulnerable.

His use of roses.

Serious music.

What does that tell you? That he's at
least 40.

Probably with some type of classical
education.

Prep school?

Ivy League?

I doubt he graduated.

He could deal with the competition and
the constant evaluation.

If he's God, why should he, right?

Most likely a discipline problem.

Probably kicked out of quiz.

And something must have happened to Jack
to cause his need for godlike dominance

and control.

Maybe one time in his life he was
anything but dominant.

Book and a half worth of nickels. A map.

Need a change for the phone and help
with directions.

Well, there's a firm grasp of the
obvious.

I call it a grip on reality.

Maybe you should try grinding coffee.

Or brushing your teeth.

No one expects you to do the job like
Sam any more than she could do it like

you.

There would be an unreasonable
expectation.

But I want you to know that I'm fine.

And I'm going to see you real soon.

I love you, Poe.

I love you, Poe.

I'll play it for her with the phone.

Do you think that you could do something
about the neighbors?

The TV is so loud. I asked them to turn
it down, but... I would if you hadn't

done that, Samantha.

Yeah, you're getting old. You're really
getting old. You're getting on my damn

way. I know, I know, I know. I'm telling
you.

What am I going to do? What am I going
to do? Write her a letter?

Oh, yes, I'm going to call her.

You know what?

You know good.

Good. She can move in. I'll move in.

Aloha, Bambi.

You've just won $25 ,000.

Imprisonment.

You'll come to recognize that, Samantha.

I know you will.

I talked to Bailey right after we heard
your mom's tape.

And he said that everybody was really
encouraged.

And he sends you his love.

They're checking the phone lines to see
if they can trace the call.

She made that tape because more than her
own safety, she was worried about you.

And she loves you that much.

You're stupid if you think that's true.

Why do you say that?

You know what will happen if she comes
home?

She'll give me a hug and she'll tell me
that everything's fine and the phone

will ring and she'll have to leave
because she cares more about her stupid

than she does anything else. Chloe, I
know it looks that way sometimes, but

were the most important person in your
mother's life.

No. I hate her.

I hate her! I hate her!

We got a break.

Sorry.

We found as much of blood on the back of
the driver's seat. It's Sam's

fingerprint, but it's not her blood.

Grace is analyzing it.

Have Grace check for a marker of disease
or a chronic illness.

Maybe Jack was sick of the kid.

Weakling picked on. Maybe that's what
prompted the God thing.

I guess it'll come to you when it comes
to you.

How long are you going to keep this up?

What? This charade that you don't know
me.

Come on, babe, we were together about
three and a half years ago, together as

shared passion and mutual lust.

I think you got the wrong babe.

Babe, I don't forget the men I sleep
with. We met at Quantico, went to that

little Moroccan joint, had roasted goat
and couscous, went back to my hotel and

had each other. Trust me, pal, I would
have remembered the goat.

Besides, I wasn't assigned to Quantico
till this past April.

I can pull your file. You can pull
whatever you want.

Maybe I'm a little confused.

If I was out of line, I'm sorry.

Maybe I ought to get one of those little
digital diaries, huh?

Kind of an electronic scorecard. I'm
sure George can show you how it works.

You've never been afraid of anything,
Samantha.

Why be afraid of your own liberation?

Well, if you are not afraid of it...
Then why keep me locked up?

You're focusing on the physical, and
that's so limiting.

I've invested my life in you, Samantha.

Yeah.

And you know everything about my life.

Enough to make Donald Lucas a credible
surrogate. It was a labor of love.

Couldn't have been too many people who
knew.

Mrs. McMillan.

Sunday school teacher for me. Her
hometown.

She told us that Lucas had a crush on
Sam since third grade.

Jack could have gone ahead and do his
research.

Sam might try to get him back there
again.

That fingerprint Sam left with Jack's
blood carries the marker for Gaucher's

disease. It's curable today, but when
Jack was a kid, he most likely suffered

intense fatigue, repeated bone
fractures, bruising, and bleeding.

It was anything but dominant.

At the time Jack was diagnosed, odds
were he wouldn't live past 12.

Obviously, he did.

So he must have underwent a bone marrow
transplant.

Fairly risky at the time.

Grace, how rare is this disease?

One in 40 ,000. So there can't be that
many recorded cases of treatment around

35 years ago.

I'll check the NIH databases.

I don't know if it's of any value, but
with the whole Jack is God thing, I

figured I'd pull up some of the classic
Bible stories from both testaments.

Parting of the Red Sea.

The flood.

Sermon on the Mount.

Sarah McMillan was the only one who knew
that Donald Lucas had an obsession for

me. I can't betray her confidence,
Samantha. Surely you can understand

What else is there?

What else is there, Samantha?

Well, maybe I should just go and see
her. Or better yet, maybe we should both

go. I'm not going anywhere with you.

Find out what secrets about Samantha
Waters are yet to be told.

I'm not going.

You'll go if I say so.

She's dead, isn't she?

Sarah McLennan is dead.

She was killed by a hit -and -run back
in March.

He's still at large.

It's Jack.

It had to have been.

I held it.

A buck and a half?

Thirty pieces of silver.

There was a betrayal and Jack wanted us
to know it. Judas betrayed Jesus.

But Jack doesn't see himself as the son
of God.

No, he's the Kohona. Could Sam have been
betrayed?

Who else besides Macmillan knows enough
about her to betray her?

This would have been around eight years
ago.

We could have met him socially. I hardly
meet anyone socially.

You know, he came from a wealthy family.
Maybe he offered you funding for

research. A way of ingratiating himself.

Eight years ago, I was involved in a
viral myocarditis project.

Funding was tight.

A young man approached me.

He'd read my recent papers.

For a layman, he was very knowledgeable
in the field.

It was impressive.

He offered a $2 million grant. No
strings.

God help me.

I told him so much about Sam.

I thought about introducing them.

I'm her father.

I wanted her to be happy.

Seemed they had so much in common.

We both have an appreciation for the
arts. We bore easily.

And we don't suffer fools gladly.

That's what we share.

For starters, yeah.

You have no appreciation for the value
of human life with the conspicuous

exception of your own.

I am so happy you said that.

You are so close to an understanding of
what this is really about.

Isn't it about time you told me your
name?

Oh, timing is everything.

That's the delivery I've been expecting
since we got here.

The conference was in San Francisco
eight years ago.

I'm doing a keyword in the protocol, the
viral myocarditis. Yes, that was the

title of the conference. Anything on the
participants?

That's Catherine Sorbel. She co -chaired
the conference. Anyone else? This may

be the critical link to finding Sam.

Nothing.

I know all these people.

They're all completely... There.

That man in the background, smoking the
cigarette.

Reposition the image.

Read the missing quadrant.

Pixel here.

Pixel there.

Both.

Come on, it's California.

He testified against Donald Lucas in
court.

Dr. Anderson, are you sure?

Absolutely. We were with him the whole
time.

I was standing right next to the son of
a bitch.

That's Jack.

I still don't have his real name.

But we have a face.

That's more than we've ever had before.

George running through NCIC.

I assume you have the documentation.

My food stamp voucher.

What is this place?

Have a seat, Isaac.

Would you like a drink?

I should be going.

Come on.

A short one.

Just to be searchable.

Lately, I've been into single mom.

Thanks, mister.

This will get me on my feet again.

I hope so.

It's after two.

I do my best work between midnight and
four.

Are you an insomniac?

I come from a long line of night
watchmen.

You should still be an Atlanta general
with an IV drip.

There's no match on the photo.

Grace hasn't been able to find a link to
Jack's treatment.

I've still got two hours to come up with
something brilliant.

Don't be evasive.

You're here for a purpose.

Why are you afraid to take a position,
Agent Burke?

I got sick of older brothers. If I was
afraid to take a position, I would have

never gotten fed.

Then take one.

Tell me what your intuition's telling
you.

That you're never going to see her
again.

That by finding her, you're dooming her.

That when we do close in on Jack, he'll
realize that his dream of a future with

Sam is a delusion.

And an ego that puts him on a par with
God could never handle it.

He'll kill her.

And then he'll kill himself.

I won't accept that.

Because you think I'm wrong or because
you're in love with her.

That's why Jack made sure you'd survive
the shooting.

So you'd suffer through this.

He's taking your feelings for her.

and twisting them into his victory.

That's it, madness.

It's time to go.

Believe me, you're going to love the
view.

Samantha, I've captured you in order to
set you free.

If you want to prove your omnipotence,
why don't you do it out in the real

world?

I already have.

I'm not like you.

And I'm not going to become like you.
But you are, Samantha.

This isn't about proving my omnipotence.

It's about helping you recognize yours.

By doing what?

Well, what does God do?

Exercises the power of life and death.

Jack has never shown any interest in the
former.

Well, he systematically removed everyone
from her life.

But not to destroy her.

Not yet.

He moved in on her.

To create her.

In his own image.

He's established himself as the angel of
death.

She becomes worthy of him if she joins
his inner circle.

There's only one way that can happen.

It's time to go, Isaac.

Believe me, it wasn't easy finding
someone of his stature with the

name.

Isaac.

Samantha, you and I are kindred.

And we will be joined together in the
place we were meant to be.

They're my shoes, damn it.

He's not much of a sacrifice, I admit.

I love those shoes.

Let him go. Let him go.

You're the celebrant.

Anoint him.

Nothing. No matching photographs in NTIC
files.

What about the violent criminal offender
base? Nothing.

How far back did you go? Mid -60s. I'll
go further. You know, I know how to do a

search.

We think this whole thing may be about
Jack testing Sam.

To get her to kill him. Kill her?

It doesn't matter.

It won't be anyone she knows. It'll be a
sacrificial lamb.

And then she'll be like Jack, and that's
what he wants.

Were you pulling a job?

You know I want to.

But I know you've thought about it,
Samantha.

All those cases.

All those corpses. Trying to figure out
what goes on inside the head of those

who kill.

Inside my head.

Wondering what it feels like to actually
take a life.

No. You pride yourself on your insight.

But your greatest blind spot is you.

Don't you see, Samantha?

It's the one pure endeavor left in this
world.

I won't kill him.

Kill me.

I chose this poster boy of the Great
Society just to break you in slowly. No

will miss him.

He's a human being. And as such, he is
of no value.

Do you want me to threaten you,
Samantha?

Do you want me to threaten Chloe?

Well, then your point would be lost,
wouldn't it?

The killing wouldn't be pure.

It would have no more meaning than an
act of self -defense. And it's all about

the meaning, isn't it?

About the power train.

Where's Bailey?

What? Here it is. The real idea of Jack
of all trades.

Albert Nukway.

How'd you get it? Just kept plugging
away at the crossref of prep school

with known victims of Gaucher's disease.
In 67, a 12 -year -old named Albert

Nukwe, whose family owns half the
eastern shore of Maryland, was sent

treatment. Where?

Soviet Union.

How'd they pull that off? Probably
offered him a fortune in cash.

There's no good communist could resist.

Albert Nukwe, 44 years old, attended
eight prep schools, never graduated.

Let's talk to the family.

There is none.

He was an only child. Father died in 88.

Mother six months ago.

How? Drowned in the bathtub after a
fall.

Wield accidental.

He could have been tying up loose ends.

Are you worried about your conscience?

You're out of your mind, man!

Conscience is the excuse of
underachievers.

Let me out of here! I want you to join
me.

Now... There.

I feel good about myself.

I just don't understand why this is so
difficult. People like you and I were

born with a strength of intellect and
emotional forbearance.

We... By the chosen ones.

All those people I took from you.

I did it to get you to see.

To prepare you.

Everything I endured. The physical pain.

The taunting by inferiors.

It was a test.

There's a sound that bones make when
they shatter, unlike anything I've ever

heard.

I grew to welcome that sound.

Because I knew that by overcoming
physical pain, I could achieve...