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Locals took pictures and did it once over.

They'll be back after you take a look.

She didn't have time to clean up.

Or someone arrived unexpectedly.

Sweet and heavenly peace.

Then a PD notified BICAP, and they alerted us.

And he's Pollard, 31, graphic designer.

Over the past six months, there have been similar murders in Raleigh,

Jacksonville, and New Orleans.

Single women between the ages of 30 and 32 killed in their homes on Saturday

nights without the benefit of forced entry.

You obviously had a thing for Burnett.

Call hatred.

First couple of shots from that frying pan probably killed her. The autopsy

verify that. But the son of a bitch had to keep hammering away until her face

was pulverized.

Same as the other three.

Hello.

Yeah.

Check the neighbors, the street.

Pleasure path to exotic sex.

From the library of Denise Pollard.

She believed in adult education.

Women live thousands of miles apart.

You could be meeting them through internet chat rooms kind of thing. I'm

to check the victims' electronic associations.

Clubs, stores they patronize, software they might have ordered and whatnot.

Which tells you?

He travels.

Might be part of his job.

Could be an airline pilot, salesman, pro -athlete. Space of operation could be

anywhere. I'd say he's good -looking.

He's personable. He's successful.

All his victims were upscale.

They wanted to meet him.

They wanted to impress him.

Denise, she tried on at least half a dozen outfits, and they were all killed

Saturday night.

Date night.

I feel like enough to be sisters.

He's drawn to them at least partly because of their appearance.

But in killing them, he destroys what attracted him.

Why?

You've got to try one of these.

Maybe he's too kinky for her.

She wasn't into it, and when she wouldn't cooperate, he killed her.

There was no sexual contact in the other three cases.

Grace is doing the autopsy now.

Doubtful Denise was sexually reticent. That manual was hers.

Alone.

He's here.

Thanks.

Keep going.

I'll be right back.

You know, I don't think I've seen you go five minutes without stuffing food in

your face.

I'm watching my weight.

You don't have an appetite because you're stuck on pain pills.

and you have been ever since your car accident.

An increasing number of pain pills, which made you fall asleep at your

you started taking uppers. An increasing number of uppers, and now you can't

sleep at all.

Okay, I've cut back on the painkillers, and I'm sorry, you're just wrong about

the uppers, all right?

Then what were you doing here last night at ten after one?

What you were checking on me.

You came to me because you trusted that I would keep your confidence.

Was I wrong to trust you?

You need to get some help.

Okay, here's a guy who meets your profile.

He's a manufacturer's rep, so he travels like crazy.

Two years ago, he's suspected of beginning a string of dismemberment

among the most gruesome scene.

Oh, this had to have been my brother's idea.

Who else?

Terry Kaplan.

Nonfat double shot cap.

A dash of Amaretto flavor.

All right, Danny, what are you doing here?

Tis the season for surprises.

Oh,

you.

Oh, listen, businesses flow around the end of the year, so I told him I'd take

the rest of the year off. I mean, you know, I'm the number one producer in the

company. Twelve closings in the past three months.

Oh, Danny, that's great.

Now, listen, anyway, I thought it'd be nice if we maybe spent Christmas

together.

Well, if that's not inconvenient.

No, it...

Dad said I told Mom and Dad I would be home.

Right.

Well, maybe we'll both surprise them, huh?

Oh, Danny.

You said you'd never go back there again.

People say things. I mean, you know.

It's been four years, right?

God, I miss hearing Dad sing White Christmas in the key of R.

Come on, let's jam. I'll buy you a dinner.

Excuse me.

Grace has the preliminary on Denise Pollard. Hey, Bud, come on.

She was my sister before she was your employee.

Listen, Danny, why don't you, um, go on, go to my place, and I'll meet you

there, okay?

Oh, okay.

Bye.

The initial blow to the head caused a contractive fracture along the orbit of

the right eye.

Was death instantaneous?

If there is a God in heaven.

I used to like this time of year.

I'm going to take Jason to Miami to visit my mom.

Is Morgan upset about that?

Devastated. Have a great time, he tells me.

He's got Gwen under the mistletoe.

Speaking of, you asked about sexual contact?

The answer is uh -uh.

Was it attempted?

I can't tell you if you tried a sweet -talker, but as far as physical evidence

is concerned, I repeat, uh -uh.

No sexual contact.

Could mean that they represented something other than a physical type.

Maybe there's some kind of ideal.

Not to be defiled by sex.

That they do something that shatters that ideal, something that presents them

with a false face, and he destroys them.

Then he must have learned about their personalities, their lives.

Aspects that went beyond the color of their hair and eyes.

Well, he did his homework. George was right. Internet, email.

So he's a predator.

Maybe not a sexual one, but he's still a predator.

He knows enough about his victims to make them welcome his approach.

Thank you, ma 'am. Happy holidays.

Next guest, please.

Hi. I'd like a nonfat, double -shot cappuccino. Nonfat, double -shot cap,

please. Oh, and can you put in a little amaretto flavoring?

Amaretto in that NFDSC.

I don't believe it. I thought that...

Dash of Amaretto is my secret.

Well, I can tell them to forget it if it makes you feel better. Oh, no, I'm just

kidding. So is I.

One more, please.

Another NFTSC.

Dash of Amaretto.

Not trying to pick you up. Just saving you the trouble of ordering.

Well, let me pay.

Oh, thank you.

I come here all the time. I've never seen you here before.

Never been here before.

Thank you, ma 'am. Happy holidays.

Next guest, please.

Let me get this for you. Thanks. You headed down that way? Yeah. Oh, Santa.

So my name's Terry Kaplan.

Keith.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, there's towels in the hall closet, the top shelf.

And there's shampoo, conditioner underneath the sink.

Nice digs.

You on the take?

I got way lucky.

I beat an investment banker and a lawyer out of this place.

And I got $200 off the rent.

I think that the landlord got off on having an FBI agent in the building.

Where's your tree?

We don't need a tree.

Going to Buffalo, remember?

I think I need to dry that old tree during the holidays.

You sure you're going to be all right here all day by yourself?

Yeah, you know.

Being with me is one of the things I do best. You know, hang out, read a little,

maybe. Go for a walk.

Oh, there's this fabulous Cuban restaurant right around the corner.

Picadilla to die for.

Hey, hey, hey, I'm not deaf to taste.

I know. I want you to pick up some flan for dessert.

Um, I gotta go.

Call me if you need anything, huh? Okay. Catch those bad guys.

Betrayal.

Killers intruding on their victims, viewing them as opportunities, windows

through which you can go to satisfy something in them.

Email, the Internet, kind of electronic voyeurism, but not in the traditional

sense. Right, he's not a peeping Tom. He's sophisticated, using technology to

seek out and stalk women from different cities.

Brunette in their early 30s can't be that hard to find. The cities may have

significance to him.

At one point...

The killer might have experienced rejection in those cities.

Now, I ran the major airlines for anyone who traveled through all five cities on

or around the time of the murders.

I think that's what they call a long shot.

Well, he may be traveling under different names, using credit cards,

the same thing twice.

I also ran pilots and flight attendants, and I found one pilot who laid over in

three of the cities where attacks took place. This is a 51 -year -old African

-American male.

Too old.

Cross -racial lines.

There's plenty of time between kills.

He could have traveled by car, by bus. Yeah.

Checking bus schedules, trains, cars, obviously a problem.

All righty, then.

Search engine is careening away.

We'll have bus and train schedules within an hour.

Um, I have a doctor's appointment.

Oh, thanks.

I'll be back right after lunch.

A killer's voyeurism is more than peeping for the sake of a thrill.

It's to find someone who fits his fantasy.

You'll look beautiful in this sweater.

The hip's fine, George.

I can send you in for an MRI, but I really don't see any reason why you

still be experiencing pain. Well, what do you think? The pain is all in my

Well, it's not in your hip.

George, the oxycodone got you over the hump. You don't need it anymore.

Jeffrey, if there's another problem you need to talk about, I can refer you to

someone. I don't need a shrink.

Yeah, swap one dependency for another.

You're right. I understand what you're saying. I'm making too much of this. I

need to tough it out.

We are talking about the same thing here, aren't we?

I need to get off the oxycodone before I have a problem.

You already have a problem, George.

up a six -pack of Jekyll Island real draft root beer.

Oh, root beer.

Great.

You didn't have a tree, so I wanted it to your face when you opened it.

Danny, you're coming home with me, remember?

Yeah. Well, actually, you know, I've been thinking about that.

Happy -go -lucky Burke sitting on a Christmas tree waiting for World War III

start. Danny.

In five minutes, Dad and I are going to be... At each other's throats. Tommy

will be pontificating about how I've thrown my life away, and Mom will be

in her hot buttered rum.

No, things are good.

Danny, you've got a lot to talk about. All right.

You just sold 12 houses.

Dad will say they weren't big enough.

Maybe four years ago.

But you cleaned yourself up.

Yeah, well, you get that.

I mean, you understand that, but Tommy and Mike...

They just don't think people can change. I mean, once a druggie, always a

druggie, and they're just waiting for me to backslide so they can gloat.

Danny, they're your brothers.

Right. You tell them that.

Look, if you don't like it, I'll take it back. I won't be offended.

It wasn't from you.

Well, I sure didn't order it.

No, it looks like something Grandma Betty would wear.

Must be a mix -up because of the holidays.

Anyway, I have to run because I'm having a friend for dinner.

Mm -hmm.

Give Dad my love. Bye.

And here's our communication center, where we keep constant contact with

field office in the country, as well as Interpol, Scotland Yard, and

Suratay.

Cool.

As a matter of fact, there's an ongoing case.

Very critical.

I can't really talk about it, but I have to direct these guys.

Otherwise, the whole operation will collapse under its own weight.

Hey, Phil.

Don't make a big move, but take a look at the blonde over there.

I want you to call me a genius.

What? You know, like I just solved a big problem for you.

Bite me.

Give me a great mass Christmas.

There's 20 in it for you. Look, I'm not going to debase myself just so you can

score with that broad.

40?

Damn it, Grant.

We've been at this thing all morning, and just like that, you come up with the

answer?

It's genius.

Maybe he's trying to get her to dress a certain way.

The scatter of clothes might not be the victim trying to figure out what to

wear, but the killer forcing an image on her, making her change outfits over and

over. How does that fit with your sense of intrusion?

Well, it's intrusion on her life, on who she is.

He wants her to project an image, an image of someone, a lost or sworn lover,

love he wanted but never had.

Aren't we punctual?

Hope you're angry.

Can I get you something to drink before dinner? Beer, wine?

Something a little stronger?

Oh, I'd love a glass of milk.

Uh, two percent.

If you got it.

Oh.

This is nice.

Yeah, right. I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing.

Oh.

Do you need that?

Helps me relax.

First date jitters.

Just want everything to go right.

Something smells good.

Must like to cook.

Okay, I hope you like rack of lamb.

Potatoes au gratin.

Broccoli. I hate broccoli.

Broccoli's good for you.

You have to eat your veggies.

They're full of vitamins and minerals.

Helps you grow up big and strong.

Okay.

But only if you read to me.

Before dinner.

Okay.

There was no sound in the desert that night.

You could usually hear something in the stillness.

Keep reading.

It's the sound of scratching as small animals forage the desert for their

But on that night, the only sound was the beating of their hearts as they

searched the black of night for each other, hungry to make love beneath the

canyon moon.

What are you doing?

I'm searching the blackest night for you. No, don't!

I was just snuggling.

No, no, she doesn't do that. Who?

She's loving and kind, and she would never touch a man like that, and she

doesn't drink, and she doesn't dress like a whore!

That's it.

I was willing to play this little game you wanted me to play, but where do you

get off calling me a whore?

I've got exactly five seconds to get the hell out.

He wanted to make an impression.

He's always used weapons of opportunity.

Maybe we've been wrong about this guy.

Maybe he visits his victims without planning to kill.

Same pattern.

Multiple blows.

Obvious cranial fracture.

Pulverized her face.

At least he's consistent.

He's broken one pattern.

Back -to -back kills in the same city.

Is he accelerating his cycle?

Or settling into a place important to him.

Local boy, home for the holidays.

I liked the last book better.

It had pictures.

Two crime scenes.

Books of sexual nature in each one.

Riddle me this.

It's probably purely coincidental.

But if his notion of an ideal woman is defiled by sex, this could be the

that spurs him to kill.

I think it happens about with a K.

According to a driver's license.

Well... I get packages addressed to Mrs. John Grant all the time.

That must be very unsettling.

We need to get George to find out when this was delivered and who delivered it.

She could have ordered it herself.

Maybe if it was a gift for someone else.

Look what she's wearing.

Maybe the killer sent it. Part of his courtship.

Could be his way of getting the victims to live up to his ideal woman.

That may be impossible. I mean, his ideal is in his head.

When he's confronted with reality, with human frailty, whatever it is, he's

bound to be disappointed.

Baby?

Is he gone?

In a minute.

You said he wasn't going to stay over.

He's leaving now.

Maybe it would be better if I left.

Left home?

Maybe it would be better.

Mama would get so lonesome.

This is your home.

This will always be your home.

I promised you that I would give you a safe place and no one is going to stand

in the way of that promise.

Think about what I said.

What did he say?

Nothing for you to worry about.

It gets so cold at night.

Isn't that better?

You're warm.

This was Dad's side of the bed, wasn't it?

Mm -hmm.

And you can have the bed any time you want if it makes you feel better.

Read to me.

And over, Montgomery spun his tight web.

You know that commercial where the parcel delivery company claims they can

the whereabouts of any given package at any given time? Yeah, well, at

Christmas, I don't think they can track their planes.

No record of who ordered that sweater?

It's a delivery to a Terry Kaplan. That's Kaplan with a C at 5 .45 p .m.

yesterday, but that's it.

No record of it ever even being ordered or who paid for it.

Apparently during the holiday madness, this is not unusual.

Did he misspell the name or was it a clerical error on the part of the

service? And is it part of his pattern?

Did the other victims receive packages with their names misspelled?

You need to make a phone call, George. Go ahead.

Just be a minute.

I'm not going anywhere.

He has to be attracted to some other quality.

Something we're not seeing.

Something in the ideal.

If sex defiles him, maybe he's looking for something that puts him on a higher

moral ground.

Maybe they're charitable or they volunteer at a hospice or a soup

Hey.

Hey.

It's the 23rd.

When are you leaving for Buffalo?

We can handle this without you.

Danny doesn't know if he wants to go.

You were looking forward to it.

Well, it's hard for him.

There's a long history.

Rachel.

You've been looking forward to it.

What do you expect me to do? Turn my back on him?

It's okay.

I'd be kind of fun.

What?

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

I just wanted you to have a good holiday with your family.

I will.

With Danny.

I'm tired of everyone turning their backs on him.

It's no wonder he turned his back on us.

What did he turn to?

Crack?

He's turned his life around.

He's been clean for two years now.

That's good.

We just see what we want to see, don't we?

So that's a crew neck with a matching three -quarters sleeve cardigan.

Right. I'm not sure what color I should get.

Well, let's start with your size.

I'm a six.

All right.

What about your coloring?

Your eyes?

Blue.

And your hair?

Blonde.

Comes in red, blue, and yellow.

Huh. A blue, I guess.

Thank you very much. Merry Christmas.

Of course I want to go. I love the Bahamas, but I haven't been able to tell

Keith yet.

It's our first Christmas apart.

I know, I know, but you know how he is.

Look, I promised that I will tell him tomorrow.

And the less time that he has to think about it, the better for all of us.

Daniel Burke, please.

Yeah, I know it's after hours, but could you just put me through this voicemail?

Burke.

That's impossible.

Because it's impossible. You just sold 12 houses.

Yeah, all right.

Thanks. Bye.

Hey, I was on my way home. There's a chill in the air.

Smell of chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Walked past the lot and I couldn't resist.

Huh?

Well, come on. Well, it's Christmas.

That's the first thing you said since you got here that I can actually

What are you talking about? Tell me the truth, Denny.

Why'd you leave your job?

Look, I didn't lose my job. No, you were fired.

Eight months ago. Look, Rach, you know how it is.

No, I don't know how it is. Well, then maybe you've never had an idiot for a

boss, all right? Isn't that what you said the last time and the time before

that?

Danny, you didn't come here to spend Christmas with me.

You came here because you broke and you needed money.

You could have asked me for money. I don't need to borrow any more money,

So what, you're just going to steal it from me?

The book, Danny, it's gone.

I didn't take any book. That's how you bought that present.

And this tree. Maybe you lost it in the damn moon. Now you're lying to me. God,

it is just like before.

Rach, I am clean. I swear to you. You are hooked, Danny.

And I didn't want to see it because I felt sorry for you. Wait.

Who the hell asked you to feel sorry for me?

Right, and then you don't like something, so you just walk out the

you're not leaving, Danny. What? You're not leaving. You need help. And I'm

going to see to it that you get some help. Look, I am not your project, okay?

And you are not my priest.

Straighten out your own damn life because, you know, from where I sit, all

I'm puffed and I got it all straightened out crap is the reason why you come

home to an empty place every night.

I need your damn help.

Oh, and you're going to see my ass walking out this door.

George. Yeah, look, I need you to dig something up in me.

Okay, Rachel, here's the information you asked for. The most widely documented

intruder -related incident took place May 12th, 1977, in the northwest corner

the city.

Candace Harding, housewife, shot and killed a guy who was breaking into her

house.

This turned out to be her husband.

They had a son named Keith.

He was nine years old.

Tabloids had a field day with him.

Where's Keith today? What's he doing? Let me check work records, DMP.

She's a brunette, blue eyes, like his victims.

And her husband's parents claimed that she was having an affair, and not her

first.

Cheating on his father.

Killed him to hide the affair.

That's what he's after.

Chase the woman, virginal.

To replace the image he has of his mother.

Well, according to his last tax return, Keith Work's catalog sales over the

telephone for a woman's retail chain.

That's how we got their information.

Likes, dislikes, appearance, where they lived, what they read.

I mean, if he were filling the orders himself, he could so easily cover his

tracks.

Credit the sales against different sales reps, bury the charges in a delinquent

account, alter the spelling of the last name by a couple of letters, and make it

impossible to cross -check.

The mother was the same age as the victims are now.

The last two murders occurred here in Atlanta.

This is home.

It's Christmas.

I mean, you're supposed to be home for Christmas.

I'll only be gone for a week.

I'll be back before you even know it.

Why can't I go?

You weren't invited.

Well, you could invite me.

Oh, honey, you wouldn't feel comfortable.

We always spend Christmas together.

Do you have to go?

You should have been here by now.

You're not even listening to me.

You're thinking about him.

It will be fine.

At least there'll be no fighting over who gets the bed.

You sleep in the bed all night long.

I get cold at night. You know that. No, I know, but you have your blanket.

Ray! You're not going anywhere. We're adults.

You're not going anywhere. That's wrong. What are you doing? Stop it. No.

No. Keith, stop it.

You're going to break out.

Stop it. Keith, stop it. Stop it right now. You're kissing? Stop this.

Candace Harding?

Yes?

We need to talk to your son.

Check this out.

How old were you when your father died?

Nine.

Do you remember what happened?

Very well.

Not the kind of thing you forget.

It was late. He was out of town on business.

And whenever he was away, I stayed with Mama, with my mother.

You slept in your mother's bed?

Yes.

And the window was open, and he climbed through it, and

Mama thought he was a burglar.

Did you see what happened?

No, I was asleep.

When did you learn that it was your father?

When did you learn that it was your father? I heard the shot.

And then you saw him?

I got out of my bed and I went to the window. Wait, you got out of your bed?

I got out of bed. I thought you said you slept with your mother when your father

was asleep. Yes, I did.

It made me feel safe.

Then why weren't you in her bed that night? I was.

I was in her bed.

So she wouldn't be alone.

There were a lot of nights that you didn't sleep with your mother when your

father was away.

It was cold.

Yeah, it was cold.

You didn't want to get out of bed, but she made you get out of bed.

I didn't want to.

You had no choice.

She told you to get out of bed because she wasn't alone.

I hated the cold.

She had a lover.

She had many lovers.

They were there all the time, and she made you get out of bed.

That night was like any other night, only your father tried to climb through

window to catch her.

She shot him.

She knew it was him.

And she shot him.

And then he said, don't worry.

Who's that?

The policeman.

The man in bed with Mama.

His mother's obsession with sex became his obsession.

Searching for a woman to fit the image of a mother in a bag.

Rachel? Yeah? We got a call from the ER at Atlanta General.

It's Danny.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't call you last night. I just... Look, I don't think I'm

going to be making it home for Christmas.

No, work's not the problem.

Danny's with me, and he doesn't have any place to find Christmas, so I thought

that...

Mom,

Dan's not doing very well.

I thought I would, uh, just stay here in Atlanta and I'm... gonna take him into

a clinic.

I know.

I know.

It's Christmas Eve, yeah.

Send him my love, okay?