All language subtitles for Profiler s04e07 Original Sin

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?