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Hello?

Mark?

Good morning.

Mrs. Oliver?

Sorry,

didn't see you.

Filter is not included No,

you didn't wake me up I've been it for
hours, how was the move Get everything

unpacked? Nothing to unpack.

The movers never showed.

You okay?

Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

Seven kids in a four -bedroom house. You
learn to make do.

We've got another body in Memphis.

Files, assessments, and protocol will be
on the plane. We leave in 30.

Minutes? I've seen the crime scene
photos.

I think he's posing as victims.

I want you there before they move the
body.

Oh, yeah, right. No problem.

Sorry to rush you out the door on your
first day.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Hagmar, you drag me up at least three
times a week.

It's a habit he got from me. Yeah, well,
you're a lot easier to wake up to.

I mean, your voice over the phone.

I know what you meant.

Bailey, thanks.

You won't be sorry.

If I thought I'd be sorry, you wouldn't
be here.

All the victims were discovered
bludgeoned in their homes or apartments.

Oh, no, I'll pass.

I don't know what I ate, but it ain't
sitting right.

He's leaving his victims in different
parts of the house.

Carrie Smart, face down in the kitchen
floor.

Janet Lindsay, sitting on a dining room
table.

Kelly Cimino, in the clothes handful.

What did these women do for a living?

The three professionals were an office
manager, an attorney, and a mortgage

lender. They worked in different
buildings, no legs so far.

Lindsay was a student, 27, working on
her third degree.

Obviously spends a lot of time at the
gym.

You feel better?

False alarm. I'm okay.

What's not working?

The method or the attack.

I mean, a predator stalks the victim. He
learns their routine. He watches their

homes.

But he's posing them.

Blinds were drawn when the cleaning lady
arrived.

Seems likely he was here for a while.

Initial point of attack?

Unknown at this time. Place is pretty
cleaned up.

You canvassed the area?

Yeah. Nothing so far.

I'm thinking maybe he drugged him or
gagged him.

First on the scene?

Officer Pesce.

Thank you. Yeah.

I heard you speak at Quantico last
April.

Patterns and motives and sexual
homicides.

That was the hardest class to get into
all week.

I hope I didn't put you to sleep.

I'm not that lucky.

Oh, man.

You must spend half your time with the
attorneys over that one.

Agent Burke has no trouble defending
herself against unwanted attention.

I wouldn't want to be the first jerk to
try.

I've got two, possibly three severe
blows to the head.

Right eye is completely blown out with
trauma.

You wouldn't expect a lot of blood from
this kind of injury, but you wouldn't

expect none.

Cleaned up his mess. Didn't want to
detract from this.

Luminal tests may turn up trace elements
of blood, but odds are she didn't die

here. Or quickly, either.

Looks like she might have had a ligature
for part of the time.

Gone in and out of consciousness.

I'm not going to use that.

Bag it. All right, sir.

Grace, go back over the ME's protocols
for similar markings.

Using something of hers as a leash or a
restraint, that would heighten the

experience.

Okay, we'll use his restraints.

Someone at the dominant's control.

Yeah, maybe that's why the posing aspect
didn't make sense at first.

It's not how we're leaving them, but
where. The laundry room, the vanity, the

kitchen.

You know, rooms traditionally regarded
as a... Woman's domain.

I never said she detailed her car twice
a month. But the inside's cluttered with

client files and bottled water.

She's not this clean on her own.

He cleaned up her house?

Maybe he made her clean it up.

Ethiopian mocha.

No, it doesn't mean anything. I just
think too much about coffee.

Scotch.

Your weakness, I got.

Where's Grace?

Just left for the morgue.

Well, if you left a message, I never got
it.

My cell phone has voicemail.

Bad news from the movers?

Tomorrow, they said. Which is what they
said yesterday.

I feel like a bad lady.

How can you run in this heat?

It helps me think.

Did you get my message?

Last meal was 12 hours ago.

Hearts of palm, cucumbers, carrots.

Was she a vegetarian?

No, she got plenty of protein.

Fish and chicken primarily, just no
enzymes.

I doubt she's had red meat in years.

She probably had alcohol and ammonia on
her hands.

Cleaning supplies.

I went back over the ME report.

They all had the same ligature mark.

All topical abrasions, nothing beneath
the skin, no damage to the windpipe.

The ligature was to control them.

His element of dominance goes beyond his
method of attack.

You wouldn't need a leash to control me
after an attack like this.

The cleaning lady had the weekend off.
The garbage in the kitchen had a new

line.

Occupational hazard?

Not once in 15 years.

Maybe you're pregnant.

Just kidding.

Take your call.

Bailey. Yeah, listen.

I'd like to get a look at Laura Oliver's
garbage disposal.

Results on the garbage disposal.

Traces of red meat.

Top sirloin. Your best guess.

He made them cook for him? And clean.

Things his victims would find
humiliating.

Humiliation might be how he's picking
his victims.

They might be picking him by picking on
him.

Getting the sense of banishment or
rejection.

Could be rejecting him sexually.

Yeah, could be. But then he'd be leaving
all the bodies in the bedroom, which

he's not.

Now, if anything, sex is just another
way to...

objectify and degrade these women,
turning them into slaves.

What about a domineering wife with a
thumb down on him so tight he's killing

surrogates? No, these women are not
surrogates. They're targets.

This guy is obsessed with traditional
roles. He's threatened by strong women.

If he is married, his wife's probably a
doormat.

Did I say something wrong?

Well, we were just wondering if there
was anything you weren't sure about.

When my furniture is going to arrive

Uh

-huh, uh -huh

Hmm

Yes, I know he does. He works very hard.

Yes,

I'm still here.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Yeah.

I know.

He's a very hard worker.

You've reached the office of Rachel
Burke.

Leave your message after the tone, and
I'll call you back as soon as possible.

You've reached the office of Dr.
Samantha Waters.

She is either out of the office or on
another call. Please leave a message

the beep. Took me about six tries.

I like the furniture.

Chucky's photos and keepsakes to follow.

God, I should have had the Bureau handle
my move from Arlington.

Grace already hates me.

Grace doesn't hate anyone.

Oh, so she'd be flattered.

You should cut her some slack.

She's got some things going on at home.

Yeah, well, it's also perfectly
understandable. I mean, Sam was here for

time. And now you're here.

I need you up to speed with the rest of
the team. Bailey. And the rest of the

team up to speed with you.

Rachel.

Everyone throws ideas out onto the
table. The best idea wins. That's how we

things here.

You know, I need to win their trust.

It's just that I'm standing in a really
long shadow here. Well, step out of it.

The trust we had during Sam's tenure was
forged in part because of the ongoing

threat of a madman. Your work helped
bring that chapter to an end.

You're the rightful heir to this office.

The contusions were caused by repeated
blows from a cylinder -shaped object.

So the murder weapon's what?

A lead pipe?

A baseball bat?

A heavy -duty flashlight?

Markings on three of the previous
victims indicate that he used handcuffs

part of the attack.

If there was sex, he used condoms.
There's no DNA.

For commonality, so far we got Gornisch.

Nothing. Lindsay and Oliver belonged to
the same health club, but Oliver hadn't

been there in over six months, well
before the killings began.

What about doctors, dentists?

Were they on medication?

Three of the victims were on scheduled
allergy medicines.

We should check pharmacies in the
neighborhood.

See if they shopped at the same place.

We should also check insurance carriers.

Allergy medicines are long -term
interventions.

Patients usually buy them in bulk
through their medical insurance.

So, okay, what am I looking? Not
looking? Looking.

But include HMOs and mail -order
pharmaceutical companies.

The time of the attacks tells us he's
accountable for at least part of his

He could have a normal work schedule.

Well, what kind of job would he have?

His attacks are obsessive and orderly. I
believe his job would be, too.

He makes his victims clean up as a part
of his fantasy, suggesting he's a

subordinate.

The boss or bosses.

Answerable to a lot of people.

Wouldn't that set him off? Yes, but he
has to work.

An obsessive nature.

He needs to be accountable.

But he's invisible. Farm repair,
delivery guy, food server.

Definitely background, but probably not
a laborer. Specialist. Computer

programmer or some other technician.

He'd have trouble establishing
relationships, so he'd probably work

Freelance or contract labor, where
ostensibly he'd have a new boss every

Two o 'clock conference call with a very
important client. How long till I can

get an outside line in the conference
room?

It's a complicated system.

It wasn't complicated for the last guy.
Why didn't they send him?

I bought out a service contract.

Oh, an entrepreneur.

Maybe by the end of the day. End of the
day?

Look, I'm under a lot of pressure.

Is there any chance that you'll finish
earlier?

What a moron!

I'm staying home tonight. I've got sales
figures to run. See ya.

I tracked down HMOs.

All of the victims received prescription
drugs from Anson Shipping. I figured

with these new automated tracking
systems, you know, order and control, it

be any number of drivers, but so far
it's the one thing that connects all the

victims. We do have a bonus possible
link, and that is that three of the four

victims had a business web page designed
by the same people in the last three

months. I like this one better.

Uh -huh. Easier to track down, too.
Their firm only has two employees.

Warren Kraft and Nathan Young, president
and CEO of Enterpace.

IPO went on at $2 .47 a share, closed
over $12 in one week.

Too young.

Ambitious. Our killer could never work
that closely with women.

The humiliation he seeks is derived by
making them subservient to him, forcing

them into traditional roles, turning
them into housewives.

Because he wants one or hates the one
he's got?

These women become targets because they
pose a threat.

If his wife posed a threat, he'd kill
her.

But then who would cook and clean for
him?

Hell, who wouldn't want a wife?

Georgie, webpages.

What else would they need to prepare?

They would need dedicated phone lines,
probably double their capacity.

Right now I'm checking to see who's
upgraded their phone systems.

They use outside service contracts,
eliminate by profile.

White males, mid to late 30s, married.

Who would marry this guy?

Someone with a low self -esteem, history
of abuse, inadequate personality.

She falls for the first guy who comes
along.

To live with a killer, not even know it.

I told you never to come into my den.

I brought you a towel for the gym. You
didn't go into my gym bag, did you? No,

would never. Well, don't ever.

Then what's in here?

Huh?

What's this?

Stuff for goodwill.

I told you, I don't want nothing in this
room.

Why the hell did I buy such a big house
if the only thing you can fill it with

is junk?

Probably better this way anyway.

What kind of mother would you make?

Who's that?

Probably your mother.

abusive, controlling.

A mother's love is supposed to be
unconditional and nurturing.

The sense of a child.

Maybe he still lived with his mother.

But there's a consequence of that.

Maybe he feels accountable or
answerable.

Maybe he's a child.

Angry little boy.

Are we missing a stressor? Money
problems, pregnancy, the premature death

child.

Death of a child wouldn't rattle him.

He's too selfish.

And one on the way?

Hell, that'd be her problem.

Write down this address.

I'll have George pull cases of domestic
violence. No, she wouldn't report it.

When we find this guy, we're going to
find a wife that's so terrorized, she

does what he tells her to do when he
tells her to do it.

I'm quite done.

Anybody feel?

Give him to me!

Go home.

Same, blunt force trauma.

Same type, anyway.

She survived the initial attack.

Looks like she crawled in here to get to
the phone.

He posed the other ones.

No restraint marks on her wrist or her
neck.

Nothing about this one is the same.

Because she wouldn't play out.

Resisted him.

No one in the neighborhood that heard
her saw anything.

Lady up the street reported a vehicle
without a parking permit around 9 .30

night. Female driver.

The tow truck responded that the car was
gone when he got here ten minutes

later.

She may have seen something.

I'll give her name and address.

Paint shavings.

She may have started the attack when
something went wrong.

All the victims were barefoot.

All the victims were naked.

Yeah, she's not.

I let you sleep.

I was servicing that lady's telephone.

Got paged on the way to the gym.

These two guys came busting through the
door, handcuffed me to the rail.

I tried to save her, but... Cops told me
these guys are

killers.

They could come after us.

Said the best thing to do was just to
shut up about it.

Like it ever happened.

That's what the cops told me.

That's what I'm telling you.

Car is registered to an Eric Stanley.

219 Knox Road.

I just don't want to keep doing this.

Talking to each other like we have a
past when we don't.

I mean, for crying out loud, it was one
time three years ago.

Don't you think it was possible that
maybe I just look like somebody that

Someone with the exact same eyes. Yes.
Same hair color, same smile.

Whose lips tighten up in a cute little
pout when she's angry.

It's possible.

My name is John Grant, FBI. This is
Agent Burke.

Is Eric Stanley at home?

He's at work.

I am his wife.

I was lost.

I thought I had a friend who lived in
the area.

I guess she must have moved.

So you just parked your car illegally,
walked around for a few minutes until it

hit you?

Yes.

Maybe your husband took the car. No.

Do you have a number where we could
reach you?

No.

You don't have a work number?

No.

Would you stop that for a moment?

What does your husband do?

I don't know.

Maybe we should talk to your husband.

Mrs. Stanley, what time is it? You have
a lovely home, Mrs. Stanley.

Thank you for being so cooperative.

We have no further questions.

She's lying.

Of course she's lying. She has to lie.
Her husband would kill her.

Did you see how that woman lives?

What she was doing?

She didn't stop long enough to even talk
to us or eat her lunch.

She's a slave.

That's who you've been profiling, isn't
it?

You don't get it.

Explain it to me.

She can't cooperate.

Every question we ask her is another
nail in her coffin.

It's not willful deception on her part.

It's survival. So what was she doing
there? Maybe she got suspicious and

followed him. She wouldn't go anywhere
without his permission.

Maybe she had it.

He profiles obedience.

Maybe he makes her drop him off, doesn't
tell her why.

He denigrates her. He wouldn't risk a
screw -up.

So we let him keep killing just as long
as we don't inflict any more emotional

distress on the wife.

No, we put someone on the husband now.

I just want to know what you think
you're going to get out of this woman

been so emotionally abused, she's blind
to what's going on around her. What do

you got, Georgie? Several emergency room
visits by the Stanleys, but no charges

filed. Also, we did manage to finally
link Stanley to our student. He

the phone system at the gym she belongs
to.

Ties him to all four victims. Enough for
a warrant.

On the basis of his job, it's
circumstantial. What the hell is a

Well, I'm not trying to use one to trump
up a charge.

I got calls to make.

Keep going.

John, you'll never leave a meeting like
that again.

The wife is a credible suspect. Who
Rachel knows can't be forced to testify

against her husband.

Why are you deferring to her? I'm not
deferring.

I'm getting to know how she thinks.

When I don't like what she thinks, I'll
say so.

Well, maybe I don't know her as well as
you do.

Maybe you know her better.

You two seem to have a history.

Well, whatever it is, I don't need to
know.

But if that history is coloring your
perception of her ability, sort it out.

What? We need groceries.

You don't need any.

Putting on all that weight.

Don't go anywhere else.

You don't talk to anyone.

45 minutes, where I'm coming to get you.

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I think she helped him.

At the crime scene?

I think something went wrong, and he
couldn't leave.

Grace said the last victim didn't have
any marks on her wrist.

I bet somehow she got the cuffs on him.
I bet there was a cell phone call made

to his own house around the time of the
attack.

A cell phone call to his own house isn't
any less circumstantial. But if she's

there, she's an accomplice.

Only if she knows that she helped him.

I mean, Jean Stanley is so emotionally
and physically abused, she either can't

or won't see what's going on around her.

But if she was there, I might be able to
reach her, maximize her opportunity to

get some help.

I thought we were trying to catch a
killer.

Trust me, if she made a mistake that
brought the police to his doorstep, as

as he needs her, he'd kill her to avoid
detection. We need to get her out of

that environment and away from her
husband.

Wouldn't that be dangerous?

Not any more dangerous than we're here
now.

The unit will pick him up around the
corner.

If the husband calls while she's gone,
the call will go through your cell

We're good at this.

I can't leave the house.

Then I guess we'll have to wait till
your husband comes home.

Tell him you said we should discuss this
matter with him.

Why did you bring me here?

We need your help.

How can I help?

You can help us by telling us what
happened here two nights ago.

I've never been here before in my life.

Two nights ago, Jean, with your husband.
My husband was at home.

You don't have to lie to us. Nothing's
going to happen to you for telling us

truth.

Jean, you're not alone.

There are other women out there who know
what you're going through, women that

you can talk to, that understand how
you're feeling.

You're an intelligent, loving person.
You don't deserve his abuse.

He doesn't hit me.

He'd never hit me.

Please, let us help you.

He's calling now.

Hello? No, nothing's wrong.

Everything's fine.

No, no one called.

Okay.

Okay.

I have to go home. Jean, please, I have
to go. Jean, I don't know anything. Tell

us what happened.

What do you want me to say? Jean, I want
you to tell us what happened here.

Just tell me what you want me to say,
and I'll say it. I swear to God, I'll

it. I'll say anything you want. Just
please, please let me go home, please.

Well, any further attempt to pull Jean
Stanley away from her husband only puts

her at greater risk.

Yeah, not that we could.

Not now.

Wasn't a miscalculation.

It was the only play we had.

So, let's sit on the husband.

Watch him 24 -7.

He'll wait it out.

He doesn't kill because he has to. He
kills because he can.

You had some missed calls while you were
patched into their hard line.

Movers left a message.

Not one you're going to like, I'm
afraid.

You know, for what it's worth, I don't
think this part of it was any easier for

Sam.

I remember one summer when I was 12, I
wanted to be Janice Heath.

She had this long, blonde hair, and she
was the fastest girl in school.

By August, she had breath.

And suddenly, she became more interested
in boys than she was in being a girl.

I'm so disillusioned.

I guess I could never understand how
someone could just give themselves up to

somebody else.

Well, unlike you, I don't have the
disadvantage of coming from a big,

family, or a particularly happy one, so
I think it makes it easier for me

sometimes just to put this stuff aside,
you know?

The upside of being emotionally
unavailable.

You wouldn't say anything to me if
you're emotionally unavailable.

What?

He keeps that room empty to control her.

Could you do something for me?

You talk to anyone today?

Your mother.

Anyone else?

No.

You reached the office of Agent Rachel
Burke. Leave a message after the tone

I'll return your call as soon as
possible.

Child. The one thing that these women
can control.

Makes them feel safe, secure, loved.

Exactly why he wouldn't want one.

His medical records.

Maybe they don't have sex.

With his testosterone.

He robbed her of her right to have
children.

Vasectomy?

Probably never even told her.

Mrs. Stanley.

Hello?

Hello, come on.

219 Knox Road, condition unknown.

She's still alive.

She's breathing.

Looks like she tried to kill herself.

Or had help.

I'm putting uniforms outside her room
until she's released.

Yeah, but what happens to her after
that?

Whether she did this to herself or not,
we are at the cause.

She didn't do this.

But I doubt we can prove it.

What value is there in proving it? She's
only going to go back to him.

That's why you have to get it to
cooperate.

Or the next time he will kill her.

I don't want to talk to you.

I need to talk to you.

Your husband will kill you one day.

My husband loves me.

He abuses you.

He makes you feel worthless and
unwanted, unloved.

You haven't done anything to deserve
that.

You're not bad or stupid, overweight or
any of the lies he's been telling you

for years.

And you can still have a family of your
own.

Your husband doesn't want children
because he doesn't want you to know what

like to feel love or be loved.

Because if you do, you'll leave them.

I can't have any babies.

Yes, you can.

Eric lied to you.

He's been lying to you for years.

Making you feel inadequate and
worthless.

So that you'd think that no one could
ever want to love you.

But he's wrong.

Your husband's a coward and a murderer.

And you don't have to live like that.

She's a liar.

Everything in there is made up.

She's crazy.

She tried to kill herself.

Your wife's statement, including her
account of this afternoon, was made with

willfulness. That's bull.

You can't keep me from talking to her.
She doesn't want to talk to you.

I intend to enforce her wishes.

That restraining order wasn't her idea.

And when I get my attorney to prove it,
you can flush that statement right down

the toilet.

He's right.

If she doesn't take the stand, he walks.

This case won't go to trial for months
and he can still get to her.

Maybe time away from the husband could
give her a chance to see the bastard for

who he is.

Only if she gets the help she needs.

Gene Stanley's being released this
afternoon.

The lieutenant says they refer women to
this place all the time. They're really

security conscious in case these guys
make bail, which seems unlikely in his

case, yeah?

Happens all the time.

The location's a secret.

All they ask is that you sign yourself
in for 72 hours the first time.

I can help you. Get your things
together, help you pack.

I can't leave.

I have to be here.

He'll be mad if his clothes aren't clean
when he gets home.

He's not coming home.

Now he gets this grease from the cable
he works with.

He's a very neat person and unusual for
me. I'm not coming home.

Okay? You gave a statement.

I'll un -give it.

Say I lied. You didn't lie, Jean. You
told the truth and that takes a lot of

courage.

Jean, you're free. I don't want to be
free.

He's my husband.

I don't want him in jail. I want him
home.

What am I going to do?

Jean. Where am I going to go?

Get out.

Jean Stanley checked into the shelter an
hour ago.

I'll stand.

The DA satisfied the statement wasn't
made under duress.

He's going ahead with the arraignment.

Rachel, I know you've dealt with tougher
cases.

I also know where you come from makes
this harder for you to accept.

But you did your job.

You know, Bailey, I get into this job
because I was sick of seeing criminals

beat the system.

I thought I'd try and catch them myself.

I know I don't get them all behind bars,
but at least I save lives.

What happens to her from here is not
your responsibility.

I would have thought after three years
as a prosecutor, you would have figured

that out.

It was my 24 years as a Burke before
that that did me in.

Well, I'm going out to celebrate.

20 -ounce porterhouse and three single
malls ought to do it.

You know, that stuff will kill you.

On company?

Whoa, right there.

That's me. You got my stuff?

About time.

Another time.

Oh, what? Yeah. Yeah, another time.

Careful.

Careful with that. That was my
grandmother's.

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