All language subtitles for Profiler s04e05 Infidelity

Good. There we go.

Nice. Nice.

Come on. Keep your arm close. Come on.

Hands up. Good.

Good. All right. Good.

All right.

Combination.

Nice. Okay. One, two.

All right. Now you.

I'm not going to hold back.

I'm going to do a quick study.

Thanks for stopping, man.

Instead, the damn thing rebuilt.

Come on. Is that all you got?

That's all you can handle.

I told my wife I'd be home by 11.

Fewer questions she asked.

Better.

Know what I mean?

Oh, come on. That can't be all you got.

That's all I got.

That's enough.

Three victims in the last two months.
White males between 29 and 46.

Bodies were found next to their disabled
kids.

Yeah, I saw the file.

I like the sound of your voice.

Each victim shot at close range so as to
obliterate their gender apparatus.

Professionally, please.

You expect me to blush and giggle? Uh
-uh. These men suffered an excruciating

death.

I have no intention of blowing myself to
high school humor. That's why we have

John.

It's morning sickness.

It's either this or I throw up in your
shoes.

They say you know tires.

That's what they say.

They say if anyone can look at a stretch
of dirt and determine the kind of tire

that ran over it, it's Purvis Cobb.

Sometimes the tracks speak to me.

Sometimes they don't.

Would you describe these as especially
blabby?

McDougal bias 12 -fly off -road
competition mounted on a half -ton

Nitro -charged shocks based on the tread
depth.

Offset camber.

Alignments 4 degrees towed in outside
scallop.

These are under -inflated by at least 6
pounds.

Bad karma, man.

Right.

You take care of your tires.

Your tires will take care of you.

All right.

George, it's me. I need a background
check.

Okay, I'm just blocks away from the
office. I had to take Richard to the

airport. Traffic was brutal. How was the
flight?

Grace vomited twice.

Oh, sorry I messed up.

Latest victim's name is Herbert Gelder.
There's an email on your machine from

the locals.

See if you can establish commonality
with the previous victims. Okay, I'll

you a call as soon as I run it through.
Bye.

And as I'm clearing the table, Morgan
accuses me of orchestrating the

as a form of emotional ensnarement.

He uses exact words?

Uh -huh.

The table got cleared real fast.

Rest assured, I have no preconceived
prejudice regarding an individual's

preference. You think these are crimes
against gays?

There's nothing in your chief's report
to indicate that. All three victims were

married, had families. I suspect they
were closeted.

Some confused individual, perhaps
struggling with latent tendencies of his

discovered their orientation and
determined it was necessary to remove

irritation.

Sweet wheels.

If the owner had seen this, would have
killed him.

The victim's wife was surprised he was
found in this part of town. Told her he

was playing poker at the Elks.

Obviously not a carjacking or a robbery.

Isn't it more likely the killer was
Jill's boyfriend or husband?

I mean, let's just say he follows his
woman, or woman he thinks he is.

Finds a trolling prospect.

She finds one, or maybe in this case,
three.

He doesn't want to confront her directly
because he's afraid that if he does...

that he would end the relationship
forever.

So he kills her lovers.

The method he uses is, for him, poetic
justice.

The killer might have been driving a
half -ton pickup.

Well, in the Midwest factory town, which
probably narrows down our pool of

suspects to nearly everyone.

Not everyone has McDougal bias 12 plies,
bad alignment, nitro -charged shocks.

The cars all driven by the victims had
their fuel lines cinched with magnesium

wire.

It's impossible to get a print.

He's able to cause malfunctions which
appear to be serendipitous, but which

in fact, premeditations.

You think?

We've established a roadblock of the
intersecting thoroughfares in an effort

gather intelligence.

We're looking for an eyewitness.

To that end, we've focused our
investigative efforts on automotive

outlets, retail and redistribution
centers, wholesalers, jobbers, and

technicians. A technician wouldn't let
his truck turn to crap.

He might.

She'll make his children go baffled.

I promised my wife I'd pick up some cash
from the ATM.

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

What are you doing?

I'll fix you a sandwich now.

I already ate.

It'll just take a minute.

Baby, I gotta go.

You're not leaving me.

I made some chicken salad.

Chicken salad will be fine.

That's the only thing I can find so far
to link the three victims.

A bowling league three winters ago.

Well...

history of number two, but so far, yep.

Well, there's one obvious thing that
links them together, her.

Can we tell if the bullet hole was a
ricochet or direct hit?

A cursory examination indicates the
latter.

A beautiful car, an ideal.

He could be trying to destroy the image
of, I don't know, his idealized woman.

If you go for the sleep with anything in
pants type.

Not to be confused with the sleep with
anything in skirts type.

We know that each of the victims had sex
before the murders and believe

cleanliness is next to godliness.

I picked up trace elements of ammonium
lauryl sulfate around the groin, what

left of it. It's a glycerin -based soap
found in specialty shops. I'll deploy a

team to acquire sales transaction
records.

And I'll see if I can light a fire under
my source at NCIC.

George, you all right?

Yeah, yeah. I just had a little car
accident on the way in this morning.

Just a little fender bender. Nobody was
hurt. It's nothing.

Doesn't sound like nothing.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

Yeah, he'll just give me painkillers,
won't he?

I won't take them. I hate being fuzzy
-headed.

Okay, I'll send the rest of the
background to you ASAP. Bye.

Thanks, Georgie.

The victims were all married men.

Chances are they'd attempt to hide the
infidelity before they went home.

She obviously has no trouble finding a
lover.

Maybe the killer is infatuated by that
attraction, turned on and angered by her

allure over other men.

You're suggesting the killer prefers
females of questionable virtue.

That's what she said, Al.

How big a sex industry do you have in
town?

Hookers, strip joints?

It isn't something we emphasize at the
Chamber of Commerce.

Whether or not he's a professional sex
worker...

He's triggered by the idea that other
men want her.

So he's a lovesick mob who mistakes
affections by the hour for real emotion.

Thinking that a 50 -buck roll in the hay
links them together forever makes her

his.

The need to destroy or deface could be
rooted in a sense that he feels the

victims have trespassed on his property.

So he's obviously not trying to win her
over.

The disruption is to satisfy something
in him.

Andrew Gilka, found in the weeds about
30 yards from his disabled car, shot

times in the groin at close range, once
in the back.

He was trying to get away.

I'm surprised he made it as far as he
did.

The other victims faced their killer.

Maybe the killer had imposed an initial
threat.

The guy resisted even in the face of a
gun.

He's more formidable than the others.

The victims are getting bigger and
bigger. I mean, in overall size.

Maybe the killer is a small man.

He uses a gun to control the encounter.

He lectures them on their infidelities.

He might even make them deny their
sexual encounters, affirming he's the

man in her life.

Well, denial's a beautiful thing.

You live by the sword, you die by the
sword.

Maybe by destroying their masculinity,
he feels like he's undoing the affair,

destroying her virtue.

A girl to die for, who either never
reads the paper or kind of likes the way

things are going.

Maybe she's on to something.

Yeah, well, hopefully we'll find out who
she is.

John and Barker are taking out the
bargain on the route he took that night.

Yeah, he was here last night.

Big guy, arms like a tree trunk.

He bought a couple of lap dances.

Big tipper?

Not as big as his lap.

Think I left Vancouver for this.

Can't beat those deep -pocketed
lumberjacks. Of course, when you factor

current rate of exchange, your effective
buying power is actually greater.

If you don't start speaking English, I'm
going to shoot you. Can you do that?

I believe clarity is essential to the
recovery of information.

To tell you the truth, I was hoping my
resume could land on Agent Malone's

I believe my contributions to the Bureau
could be significant. To say nothing of

my desire to find myself a member of the
Violent Crimes Task Force.

Is that what BCTF stands for?

Was he with a woman?

Not at first.

Then this mousy little dishwater blonde
was working the bar. She was letting

guys buy her drinks, and he walked in
and she was all over him.

Because she likes him big.

Did you get a name?

I think he calls her Lee.

Ever see Liam here before? No.

That's me. Gotta go.

Thanks for your help.

Did you think of anything else?

You are a team player, Al.

Yeah, hi, this is George Fraley. I'm a
regular patient of Dr. London's.

Hi, how are you?

Well, I got in a little car accident
yesterday, and now I'm experiencing some

pain in my left hip. I was wondering, is
it possible to get in to see him today?

Not until Thursday.

Okay, I would like to schedule that.

Listen, Jeffrey knows me pretty well.

Do you think maybe you could ask him to
phone in a prescription for me? Just,

you know, something to get me through
the next few days until Thursday.

Thank you.

Okay, so I'll wait to hear from you.

Thanks. I appreciate it. Bye.

McDougal bias 12 -ply scalloped on the
outside of the tread.

Barker's vehicular recon of the
intersecting thoroughfare has produced a

possible ID, George Brook DMV
registration.

We've gotten on with priors.

Roy Atkins.

Shut up! Shut up, you mangy!

What can I do for you?

It's Roy Atkins here.

Why? What'd he do now?

Who the hell are these people?

Your truck.

What you got those tires running on?
About 26 pounds per square inch?

Is that a crime now?

No.

But murder still is.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Oh, I'm busy.

Get unbusy.

Go inside.

No, I want to hear what he has to say. I
said go back inside and get to work.

You always talk to your employees like
that.

She's my wife.

Something you want to tell us you don't
want her to hear.

Your truck was spotted in the vicinity
of a murder off Route 57 last night.

I wasn't there.

Got a witness, says you were. Got your
tire tracks at the scene. You must be

hard of hearing. I said I wasn't there.

Now, unless you got a warrant for my
arrest or you want a quote on some auto

repair, get the hell off my property.

You're making this way too easy, Roy.

Assaulting a federal officer. You call
that assault?

Resisting arrest.

This is resisting arrest.

Come on, let go of me!

Let go!

You had a drink at a strip club along
Route 57 a little before 7 .30 last

I had a lap dance, too. Should I call a
lawyer?

Then a drink at Tanner's, one at the
grill.

What were you doing, Roy?

Were you following someone?

I wasn't following anybody.

If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't
need a gun either.

Were you following Lee?

Don't know any Lee.

Trying to find out who she was with?

What do I care who she was with?

Some woman you think I know.

Makes you crazy, doesn't it?

Thinking about her with other men.

Doing those things she does for you to
another man.

Bartender said you were steaming over
something.

Cheating girlfriend, how women can't be
trusted.

It's kind of an odd thing coming from
you.

What we hear is you're not exactly the
poster boy for fidelity.

It's different for men.

I didn't know they still made men like
that.

In this part of the country, they grow
like weeds.

You like to let people know how tough
you are, don't you, Roy? I'd like to let

you know.

I'd like to give you the chance.

Yeah, you and about ten of your cop
buddies.

But Ohio State Correctional has first
crack at you.

You can't hold me.

He seems less concerned with protecting
himself than with starting a fight.

Protecting himself?

It's just as I'm getting.

Obsessive personalities need to feel in
control. This guy, he's incorrigible.

He can't control his anger.

Whoever killed those men had to suspend
his anger long enough to conceive a

plan.

Acted out carefully, step by step. This
guy, he would kill on sight.

This woman wouldn't even have a chance
to cheat.

Thanks.

Had Barker's men check their files,
pulling leaves that fit the Asian

profile. Thank God women with disordered
blonde hair named Lee aren't very

common in these parts.

Both of the rest.

One for solicitation, one for
solicitation and possession of a

substance, crack.

Maybe she's exchanging sex for drugs.

None of the victims had any history of
drug use.

Lee Armstrong.

Solicitation and public assistance for
most of her adult life.

Spotty employment.

That way she gets to maintain her
amateur status.

Someone who needs protecting.

This might not be so much about jealousy
as it is the need to protect her from

something.

Protect her from what?

Multiple lovers?

Maybe she should try staying at home
nights, watch a little must -see TV.

That gives you nothing.

This chicken salad's great.

You got any pickle lily or, um, chow
chow?

I don't suppose you'd give me the
recipe.

You expecting somebody?

Oh, sweet mother.

Lee Armstrong here?

She's taking a bath.

And you're here to dry her back.

Look, I just met her.

I don't know anything.

I got a wife and kids.

Then I'd put on my pants and get home
clean. Look.

Lee, this is the FBI. We've got
something to talk about.

Witness said you were with Andrew Gilker
the night he died.

Picked him up at Gibby's.

He bought me a few drinks, that's all.

Then you took him back to your place.

Had sex with him.

It wasn't for money.

I don't care why.

I care that he turned up dead three
hours later by a man we believe is

you.

Maybe one of your tricks got weird on
you.

Kept calling you, following you, smacked
you around for working the bars.

I told you.

I'm not a whore.

He doesn't like when you look at other
men.

He won't tolerate you being with another
man.

You're his woman.

His property.

You recognize any of these men?

You know him?

I did it.

Did what?

I killed those men.

I got tired of it, that's all.

Same thing over and over.

You sleep with a guy and then they don't
want anything to do with you.

I've known that since I was 12.

12?

Not that it's done me much good.

But Roy was different?

No.

Well, maybe at first.

But not for long.

Pretty soon it was the same thing.

He said he loved me.

Said he was gonna leave his wife.

Stupid of me, huh?

You wanted to make him jealous?

It's easy to make a man, won't you?

But getting him to stay... Guess I
haven't figured that part out yet.

I know I shouldn't have taken it out on
those men.

Not that they didn't deserve it.

Cheating on their wives.

The only good man I ever knew was my
daddy.

You'll have to produce the gun.

I threw it in the river.

Where?

Off the Lexington Bridge.

My detective seems superfluous.

She'd pass it whether she pulled the
trigger or not.

Or not.

She said she'd kill them.

Why would she take that on?

She feels responsible.

Why would she steal that gun away?

If that was the instrument that helped
her gain revenge against men, why would

she suddenly decide after four victims
that she'd call it quits?

Your sense of protection.

You think she's protecting him?

She would if she loves him.

Going to jail for Roy would not only
protect him, but it would also give her

punishment she feels she deserves.

I want to see where she lives.

Her stepfather was jailed twice for
physical abuse.

I called through social services, public
mental health records. It paints a

pretty brutal picture.

Her father died in prison when Lee was
two.

Mother was a junkie, in and out of jail,
halfway houses. She OD'd when Lee was

eight, whereupon the stepfather got
custody.

The only father she ever knew.

Yeah, he was no picnic.

He was an alcoholic.

He would lock her in a room when he went
on a binge, which was sometimes for

days. And he died in 93.

She became sexually active when she was
12.

Her daddy was the only good man she
knew. Sounds to me like her relationship

with daddy started a pattern of abuse
that she came to accept as normal.

That's why she feels obligated to
protect his memory.

That's why she has the photo, but why
it's not framed.

Conflict that's carried through all her
relationships with men.

Looking for the next abuser.

Becoming his property.

It's a lifelong cycle, Danny.

It's the protection of abusive men.
That's what she's doing with Roy.

We're not going to shake a loose on my
confession.

I'll get more to you later. I'm not done
tapping my sources.

How's the hip, Georgie?

Oh, pain's gone.

Thanks. Told you it was just a bump.
Bye.

Roy Atkins was just relieved.

The combination of Ms. Armstrong's
confession plus the circumstantial

the evidence against Mr. Atkins left me
no choice but to release him into his

own recognizance. You let him go. I've
deployed units to perform visual

reconnaissance of his residence at
regular intervals.

Drive -bys.

Exactly. Make sure they follow through.

Any news on the gun?

Divers are in the water, but the
current's moving pretty fast.

Nothing's turned up yet.

I'll look over whatever else George can
dig up tonight, and then I'll go another

round with Lee in the morning.

If I can get the truth out of her, maybe
I can get her to let go of her need to

protect Roy.

Background on the victim?

I know you're an exceptionally busy
woman, but with your permission, my

in total.

You looking for a job?

Not a job, Dr. Alvarez.

A lifetime commitment.

I was hoping you could use your
considerable charm and influence to see

Malone might take a moment to review my
qualifications.

Secondarily, but of no less importance,
I was hoping we could discuss career

paths over a bowl of skyline chili and a
frosty cold micro -brew.

Thought you might prefer something
indigenous to our city over the fine

you're no doubt used to from other
suitors. Are you inviting me to dinner?

I noticed you weren't wearing a ring.

Oh, I am flattered.

I am also pregnant and married.

At least I was when I left Atlanta.

But I would be very happy to pass your
file on to Bailey.

Thanks anyway.

I have looked into the eyes of death and
lived to tell the tale.

I was touch and go there for a minute.

Me and the feds. The cops were there?

Oh, yeah.

This little guy in a nice suit was in
way over his head, but I had to pull him

out before he got his head blown off.

Well, then you're one lucky cowboy.

If I were you, I'd just scooch over here
just a little bit closer, see if some

of that luck might rub off on you.

You're not that lucky.

We're rolling seven.

I think my fuel line's clogged. You mind
giving me a ride?

What the hell do you want?

Lose something.

That's not my gun. You planted it there.

Bitch made a deal with you to get her
ass out of prison.

Been trying to bust up my marriage since
day one.

What are you doing here?

Where do you think you're going?

I... I just... Roy's been arrested.

I didn't have nothing to do with that.

We've been through a lot, honey, but we
finally got rid of them all.

It's not that early.

Bailey.

Bailey, it's me. Are you up?

Bailey.

Don't you ever sleep. I'm all jammed up
here, Bailey. I need your help.

We've got a 7 a .m. flight.

Maybe not.

Roy Atkins is in custody.

Roy Atkins is not capable of loving
someone enough to kill for them.

Well, he cares about his ego.

The way he's sleeping around isn't
something he could live with.

But to kill for her?

Over and over again? It's... It's like
the repetition of the killings isn't out

of need.

Repetition. Going from man to man to
man.

But not out of desire.

It's almost a painful experience that
the killer is going through.

It's unrequited feelings.

Disappointment.

The killer's repeated attempts to win
her affections.

Or at least stop the affections of
someone else.

Obsession.

Fanny Atkins isn't capable of an
obsession.

And Lee would never consider herself
worthy of those feelings, even if he

She would never confess to protect him.

But she would confess to get away from
someone who did.

And someone else.

Someone that she's more afraid of than
Roy.

Get out. What?

I gotta get dressed. Get out. Yeah.

What

do

you want?

I thought you might want this back.

I don't.

Who are you afraid of, Lee?

Leave me alone.

You're willing to go to prison to get
away from someone. Lee, you can close

door on me, but you're not going to stop
whoever it is.

You're right to be afraid.

Whoever it is that cares about you this
much has killed for you, and sooner or

later they're going to turn on you, Lee.

You're late.

Where the hell have you been?

I was thinking.

Thinking.

I need to get out of here. I can't just
leave like that.

There's things to settle.

I'm going alone.

Leaving without me?

Not until you tell me why.

Those things you do, they scare me.

These men deserve what they got.

Roy's going to the chair for those
murders, and he deserves it to the best.

Roy didn't do it. The night I found out
you slept with Roy, I went to your place

to kill you.

And I realized how hurt you'd been.

How you'd been victimized by men your
whole life, and I knew I couldn't turn

back on you.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so weak with
those men.

But you shouldn't have done what you
did.

You don't have to worry about that
anymore.

Any cheating bastard lays a hand on you
will get what they got.

What's the matter?

Don't. You scared me. Why do you keep
saying that? Don't touch me! What?

No, no, no.

She's been made. Move in now.

FBI, let her go! Let her go!

An officer will take your statement and
drive you home.

Not

even

a thank you.

She didn't do it for us. She saw an
opportunity to get out of something and

took it.

She spent her whole life pushing people
away.

That's how she copes.

I'm not going to change it.

I'm just trying to respect it.

I'm sorry, Lee. I shouldn't have tried
to hurt you.

But I felt so betrayed.

I only wanted to see you if you asked me
to.

You sounded upset on the phone.

Upset?

I'm never going to see you again.

What are you going to do? Are you going
to just leave town?

Disappear?

Like I don't even exist?

Why would I leave town?

What about all our plans?

We don't have any plans.

Oh, we talked about how we were going to
help other women. Our promise to always

be there for each other. I kept my end
of the deal.

I never asked you to. I know you didn't
ask.

You didn't have to ask, honey.

I couldn't let you keep doing that to
yourself, letting men hurt and abuse

You've got to stop all that.

You've got to start standing up for
yourself and stop being so weak.

Look, if he and me is going to upset
you... No, please, please.

Don't go, please.

I did it for you, honey.

Do you think I would have done that to
those men if they hadn't taken advantage

of you?

If they hadn't done to you what men have
been doing to us our whole lives?

I have to go. Please stay.

I'll never see you again. Lee!

Lee!

Come back!

Lee!

Lee!

You're not seriously considering hiring
him, are you?

I'm forwarding Barker's dossier to Ken
Douglas at DEA.

I thought you hated him.

I do.

You and Morgan gonna get through this?

I don't know.

I mean, we will one way or the other,
right?

There's anything I can do, Gracie.

He was kind of cute until he opened his
mouth.

And it's an automatic, right?

Nope, two doors, fine. It's a little
cheap, but it's fine.

No, I don't care what color it is
either.

Okay, great. Thanks. I'm on my way now.

Unbelievable. Took a week to get them to
approve a rental.

You sure you have time to do this? I
don't mind taking a taxi. If you don't

me stopping to pee three or four times.

Thanks. Okay, I'll meet you in the
garage.