All language subtitles for Profiler s04e09 Quid Pro Quo

I need a little elbow room. Would you
please move back?

So you tell me why he set her adrift.

That's a departure from his previous M
.O.

I'm seeing Flood, 20, junior at Reddick
University.

Well, at least we have a name for this
one. The other two are Jane Doe's. I

thought John was going to meet us here.

He's wrapping up the Harding case. He'll
be here tonight and first thing

tomorrow.

I'm really fascinated by science.

What made you go into forensics?

I like working with people.

How's your brother?

He's in rehab for the next 60 days. No
friends, no family, no visitors.

I'm going to go visit a counselor in a
couple weeks.

I'll be back. I'll be here.

Just what I need, a groupie.

He seems sweet.

The two Jane Doe's were strangled with
their own braided hair.

I'll run a DNA analysis to see if the
strands of hair we found around her neck

are hers. We're looking for a killer who
probably has at least three braids in a

trophy case.

Well, you've got to be kidding.

Thanks, Judith.

Christine Flood is the name she went by
at college.

Her real name's Peron.

Christina Peron.

Isn't James Perl the crime boss? Most
powerful crime boss in the Northeast.

She's his only daughter.

Christina Perrone had sex less than two
hours before she died.

Consensual, based on the lack of tearing
and abrasion.

So did one of the Jane Does.

How long before I know if their partner
was the same man?

She was strangled with her own braid,
just like the other two.

I know his choice of weapons made to
look more about him than the actual

itself.

Here's a fetish.

Like leather collars, a spiky old suit?

This guy did hair?

It could be that at an early age.

He was enticed or aroused by it.

His mother, his sisters and nannies.

I wonder if he knew that she was the
daughter of a mob king, then. Talking

a psychological urge that he probably
can't control.

I mean, even if he did know who she was,
it wouldn't have mattered.

Oh, I have to check something in the
lab. Excuse me.

The Bureau's been trying to nail James
Perrone for ten years.

He's made monkeys out of us and a
mockery out of the system.

Law degree from Yale, benefactor to the
ballet, and he's raped the American

people to the tune of $100 million.

Because through Peron Imports, he takes
a cut of every piece of merchandise that

enters the ports of Boston, New York,
and Baltimore.

So why haven't we been able to build a
case?

That $100 million buys a lot of legal
juice.

He's got a web of dummy corporations.

And if all that fails, witnesses against
him have had an annoying tendency to

disappear. Rapid -onset cholesterol,
that kind of thing.

We have nothing to say at this time. The
Peron family is in mourning.

Can't you people respect that?

No,

I got nothing.

Mr. Perron, I'm Special Agent Bailey
Malone of the Violent Crimes Last

Sorry for your loss.

We'll be assisting the local police in
the investigation. I'm Brendan Robb. My

client is ready to make the
identification.

She was registered at college as
Christine Flood.

Well, the security concerns of prominent
people should be obvious, even to a

bureaucrat. Mr. Perron, do you know the
man with whom Christina had a

relationship?

She did have a relationship.

Possibly with the man that killed her.

Same man that might have killed two
other women.

If you want to avoid the press... Thank
you, Miss... Agent Rachel Burke.

Mr. Perron, we need to examine your
daughter's personal effects, her

Mr. Perron is in no frame of mind to
consider that request.

We can get a warrant. Which we can
subject to delay. The identity of the

victims is unknown.

He just lost his daughter.

He deserves the time to heal. What about
the killer? Does he deserve the time to

find someone else's daughter?

Mr. Perron, you have my sympathy, but
you're out of your depth.

We are dealing with violence that has
its basis in the kind of twisted human

experience you can't even begin to
understand.

My client... Young lady, there is
nothing you can tell me about the human

experience that I don't understand.

It's not our job to provide him with
sanctuary from the wolf pack.

It's to find out who killed her and the
others.

Thanks for the tip.

Here's another one.

Perron wears his grief just like his
pinstripe suit.

They're accessories.

Don't be blinded by them.

I see him for exactly what he is.

And what he is is a man whose empire,
both criminal and legitimate, is under

serious threat, according to the
Organized Crime Division.

And now he could be more vulnerable than
ever.

See what OCD is thinking?

Is that the girl's death?

Might have been made to look like it was
part of the serial, but its real

purpose was, in fact, business.

So they're saying that she was killed by
one of Peron's rivals?

Francis Conway is the guy they're
thinking.

Did you download that photo I sent you?

He and Peron are the major waterfront
powers on the East Coast.

Conway doesn't like coming in second.

And the first two murders got a lot of
press, so copying them would not be too

tough. What OCD thinks...

is that Conway's just been buying time,
waiting to make an all -out move, and

that the girl's death would cloud
Perron's thinking.

What do we know about Conway?

Vicious and shrewd. He doesn't usually
get into the muscle end of the business,

but OCD thinks that he would enjoy
taking out Perron's daughter personally.

Also, he was born and raised in the
neighborhood where her body was found.

So he's smart enough to pull off a
copycat killing.

Let me put it this way. Yeah.

He's also smart enough to stay alive if
he thinks Perron suspects him. He owns a

fleet of old cars and he uses them to
decoy his whereabouts.

To what do I owe this unexpected
pleasure?

To the unexpected pleasure we were
having an hour ago.

And to the expected pleasure we'll be
having an hour from now.

You know, if you play your cards right,
that could be hard to get rid of.

In my line of work, the only thing you
can count on is there's nothing you can

count on.

That's especially true when it comes
to... Kate.

Kate, Kate, relax.

Just relax.

Somebody call 911.

Call 911.

Kate. Kate.

Kate. No.

No.

DNA analysis proved that the sex
partners of Christina Perron and Jane

number two, were different men.

And neither one's listed in the VICAB
database.

Is that rhetorical, or do you want me to
answer?

I had them fax over a copy of
Christina's college records. If her

cooperate, we have to start somewhere.

Phone rings this morning, and Morgan
says since the marriage is over, why am

complicating things by continuing on
with the pregnancy?

I'm complicating things.

Of course not having this baby would
make things easier for him, and it would

make things easier for me.

You said you thought about it. I've
thought about it a lot.

It's not a complication.

It's a baby.

It's my baby.

And I'm going to keep it.

Let's for the moment assume OCD doesn't
know what the hell it's talking about.

Let's. We've got three murder sites,
George.

Connect the dots.

They form a grid roughly along
Somerville on the west, Frank on the

Evans on the north.

Is this where he feels comfortable, or
is he revisiting the site of his abuse?

What's the socioeconomic breakdown of
the area?

Young people, mostly.

Students. Braddock University is right
there, and Adams College is nearby.

Maybe it has nothing to do with comfort
or abuse. Maybe it's just an area in

which you can find girls who wear the
retro hippie look in braids.

Yeah, maybe.

Bailey,

this is Christine Flood as a freshman.

This is Christine Flood as a junior.

These are not the same women.

Well, we know this is Christine Flood.

Let's go.

Courier's waiting in the warehouse, Mr.
Conway.

Second quarter earnings went to sleep as
a result of our movement into textiles.

And no one counted on the strength of
the euro.

What I'm saying is, Trevor, as our
London affiliate, I expect a better

on... You can't come in here, Mitch.

What's going on here, Bobby? You'll have
to leave. I'm sorry, Mr. Perron.

Should I call security?

That won't be necessary, will it, Agent
Burke?

Not at all.

It's all right, Bobby.

Really sorry, sir.

It's all right. Thank you.

You made a serious mistake.

Conway had nothing to do with Tina's
death.

I never said he did.

Then why are there pieces of him all
over 2nd and 3rd Street? A leak in the

tank is what the paper said.

You're wrong about something else.

There's plenty I can tell you about the
human experience.

But first, you have to realize there's a
whole world out there that doesn't give

a rat's ass about you or your business.

I'll see myself out.

My number's in there when you're ready
to talk.

Peron was at his daughter's wake when
Conway's car blew up.

Awake. Surrounded by people.

Of course, Peron had reason enough to
move on Conway even before this thing

his daughter. We don't see a connection.

Peron did.

Unless killing his number one rival is
just his way of grieving the death of

child. Peron's business has no bearing
on the facts of this murder

investigation.

Facts that dispute a possible link.
Well, facts like what?

All the victims wore braids?

You're talking about a victimology that
has been in the papers for months.

Tina wore braids, taking her out like
this, shakes Peron without starting a

Peron's behind that car bombing. We both
know that. We can work that together.

I don't need you for that. But you're
talking about manufacturing a scenario,

throwing too much light on the only
victim we've been able to identify.

So you can jumpstart ten years of dead
ends, sewing up the Peron family.

Talking about making a dent in a billion
-dollar -a -year shakedown operation

any way we can.

Look, I'm not a big fan of multi -agency
interfacing either, Malone, but it

seems to me we've got a golden
opportunity here.

Whether Conway killed Peron's daughter
or not, we get him any way we can, baby.

We operate under a different mandate.

Oh, really?

Your profiler made an early morning
visit to Peron's place of business about

.30 this a .m.

Why her and not you?

She was following up on victimology.

I thought he shut that door.

She's trying to open it.

Anyone on the suspect list?

I've only been able to place one suspect
released within the grid.

It's a guy named David Glass.

and did time for loitering outside a
public school.

He was paying girls $20 for a snip of
their hair.

What age?

Elementary school.

Oh, too young.

Where is he?

Well, he's a registered sex offender on
a very short leash who checks in

regularly with his parole officer.

Now, the age of the victim's too
specific.

You know, you sound much better.

Should I be worried?

No, not at all.

I'm sleeping again.

Without help?

Yes, without help.

It's, you know, it's not what you call
easy.

I'm hanging in there, Rachel.

Keep searching.

You went to Perron? Because I wanted to
show him this. You don't go anywhere

that I don't know about.

Perron is not the kind of man who would
hesitate to remove anyone he felt was a

threat. I'm not a threat.

You're a federal agent asking questions.
About his daughter.

When he finds out that she paid someone
to go to school for her, he's going to

be the one asking questions.

And the most important one, who's the
person who pretended to be his daughter?

I found our pretender, Linda Draper.

26 years old, mother of a little boy.
Linda only met Tina Perron once, enough

cinch a deal. She had no contact with
Tina outside the arrangement?

Didn't need to. Every week a check was
deposited into Linda's account. From

Christina through a money market account
at the San Juan Bank. Who's not talking

to me without a warrant?

Get one.

Tina paid all her expenses.

Plus a thousand bucks a week.

News of this might bring Perron around.

That's what I'm hoping.

There's usually a major guilt factor
associated with fetishes.

It's likely that our killer has a wife,
a kid, reliving the ideal family life

just to right the urges brought on by
his fetish. The battle he's obviously

lost. Well, maybe his family scenario is
he's not coming together, it's falling

apart. Trigger beam.

A shattering experience.

Maybe the death of the person who's at
the root of his fetish.

Attacks have occurred both days and
nights, weekends and weekdays,

spotty employment at best.

And his victims, young women,
collegiate, athletic, with a retro or

hippie look to go along with their
braids. He sees potential victims,

tracks them, but they don't see him.
He's able to follow them freely.

White male, mid to late 30s, dresser
related to family.

Dress he tries to soothe over by the use
of the hair.

Touching it, brushing it against his
face, because it's touched at the

effect years ago.

I have something to show you.

I wanted you to see my daughter's
things.

I wanted you to see the kind of girl she
really

is.

And the clothes she was found in, that
braid.

She wasn't a peasant like those other
girls.

You know, there are people who want to
destroy me, destroy everything that I've

built, and they won't stop until they do
it.

They're the ones behind all this.

Tina used to come home three weekends a
month like clockwork.

Loved her mother's cooking.

Last time I was here was... for dinner a
year ago.

I know habits can be traced.

Wouldn't be difficult for someone to
learn who she was and where she lived.

Tina was not stalked by your enemies.

That's just what you want to believe
because it's easier for you to accept.

But you're wrong.

It's not about you.

Conway had a need to distract me away
from business. Stop thinking with your

ego. Tina's death isn't that simple.

The man that killed your daughter is a
demented, tortured person who didn't

it was your daughter and didn't care.

Like the other victims, your daughter
was in the wrong place at the wrong

see how she lived.

Tina didn't live here.

I've been here.

Last Thanksgiving, Tina made a dinner
for her mother and me.

Tina's name is on the leaf.

Nothing perishable in the refrigerator
and the garbage disposal hasn't been

in months.

The style of the decor, the clinical way
it's been arranged, nothing about this

place fits with the picture of the woman
to whom the killer would have been

attracted. Your daughter wasn't who you
think she was.

I'm sorry.

Here's what I think, if you don't mind
an amateur's opinion.

I hear them all the time.

Based on the significant loss of blood,
cranioscerebral trauma was inflicted

anti -mortem, possibly by that broken
beer bottle. It could have rendered her

unconscious, which would have made
ligature asphyxiation indicated by

relatively simple.

And you're handing out tickets?

I'm taking the MCAT in three months.

I really want to be a pathologist.

Well, if you need my help, call me.

I will, Dr. Alvarez.

Grace.

Four murders, and he's left the bodies
at four different places.

Well, we can't track the drop sightings
because he can't. He's not planning

anything. The shattering of his core
relationship and maybe his role in it

him acting on pure emotions.

Which rules out Conway.

As if he was ever ruled in. He was by
OCD.

I rest my case.

Tom, let's bag this bottle. Chances are
Swim will find the print, but you never

know.

I'll be there at 9 .30.

Would you like to stop for some coffee?
Your favorite blend of Arabica and Costa

Rican. I've quit the Kenyan.

I can tell you for sure.

There are many people who would have
walked in my office the way you did the

other day.

Or said what you said at Tina's.

I'm from Buffalo. It's too cold to be
subtle.

You remind me of her.

I was raised in a world where bloodshed
was so pervasive, it became

unremarkable.

In my father's day, it was an effective
method of settling disputes, instilling

discipline, protecting families.

Those days are over.

But even in those days, it was a last
resort, a means to an end, not the end

itself.

That's why this, whatever happened to
Tina and the others, And one more girl

today whose identity is unknown and
therefore had nothing to do with me.

right, Agent Burke.

I don't understand sickness like that.

Why am I here?

I need to know what only you can find
out.

Who killed them? And something more
basic.

I need you to tell me who my daughter
was.

Anything in my power.

Because it's no secret that I've been
the victim of an FBI vendetta.

I'm trying to catch a serial killer.

That's all I'm trying to do.

There's something that makes me feel...
I can trust you.

So, we can consider ourselves partners.

No. We want the same thing.

To see who's ever responsible about the
justice.

That is not defined by the law.

I think the trigger for these killings
was an event that severed the killer

his family. Or whatever was the
foundation in his life. But something

took part in. A separation, a divorce.

George needs to cross -reference recent
divorce filings with the cases of

fetishism that he's already identified.

First thing in the morning. And I think
that Tina lived in the area in which she

was killed.

That apartment her father showed me, it
was a sham.

It existed solely for his benefit.

And the braided retro hippie was
something that she wanted to be because

something that he didn't want her to be.

Would you pour me a cup?

It's late.

Kevin lulls me.

Two hours later than when you got into
Perron's limousine.

You're tailing me.

You bet your tail.

Rachel Burke, Jill Marks, Organized
Crime Division.

This has nothing to do with OCD.

We live in a cross -functional world,
Agent Burke.

You're about to tell me something I'm
really going to hate.

No, let me.

Try as we might, OCD has never been able
to plant a listening device close to

Perron. Try harder.

Because we've never gotten anybody close
enough to plant it.

Now we have.

I did not sign up for this. You signed
up to be a law enforcement officer.

I just gave him my word that the search
for Tina's killer would not become a

sideshow for investigations run by OCD,
Rico.

And what did he give in exchange?

His word.

That when we do find the killer, this
system, not Perron, will deliver

God's sake. He'd break his word in a
heartbeat.

That's what people like him do. Get your
emotions out of this agent, Brooke.

It's not his word that matters, Bailey.

It's mine.

Here's a concept.

You could order her to plant the bug.

I'll run my department my way. Two
agents have died trying to make this

And every day Perron pith is on their
memory.

But you run your department your way.

Are you still shooting this, criminal?

Tina Perron moved here 18 months ago,
apparently believing in the proposition

that all men are created equal, at least
in the dark.

The repudiation of a life her father
wanted her to live.

But she had her own dreams to follow.

You ever have dreams that made you wish
you couldn't fall asleep?

I keep having this dream. There's these
people.

They're dying right in my arms.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

By people, you mean Kate.

How does it end?

I don't know how it ends.

I always wake up.

Have you told her about it?

I haven't told anyone.

Well, if I were taking a quiz in Cosmo,
I'd say it's an anxiety dream about

loss.

You're afraid of losing her.

You've got feelings for her you don't
want to admit.

Glad I don't read Cosmo, because that's
a crock.

Three acknowledgments of donations to
charities for the homeless.

And Tina's on unemployment.

If anyone wants to know who his daughter
was, I could tell them.

Why?

Because I said I would.

Oh, right.

Your word is your bond.

Why don't you go perform in a natural
lab? They don't pay me enough.

We've stepped up uniform presence in the
neighborhood with particular attention

to the college campuses.

What about the divorce filings?

George is waiting for them.

Be sure you give him my love.

They don't pay me enough.

This is when she was a brownie.

Twelve merit badges.

We went river rafting.

I'd never pitched a tent before in my
life. She taught me.

She'd been practicing for a week out in
the backyard.

First communion.

She was named after my mother, you know.

Her first school play.

She was a cranberry.

Who danced.

Her own. High school valedictorian.

Daughter of Mary at St.

Bernardine's.

That's the kind of a girl Tina was.

Look for yourself.

I was so proud of her.

She was proud of me.

She looked forward to the day when she'd
give me grandchildren.

How did you learn what she'd been doing?

How he might have found her?

No, not yet.

But she did file for unemployment.

She had an allowance of $5 ,000 a month.

All the checks were cashed.

We're doing everything we can.

They had a memorial service at Tina's
high school, St.

Bernardine's, on my way in.

It was pandemonium with the press. All
of her friends wanted to grieve for her,

but all they could hear were those
animals shouting about me and Frankie

Let me tell you something about Frankie
Conway.

He was a savage.

There was nothing about that man that
was civilized.

He approached me once.

He tried to convince me that there was
some business to be done between us,

insane scheme about hijacking some cargo
ships from South Korea out to sea like

pirates.

Keep talking, Jimmy.

Come on. 20, 30 people on these ships.

He thinks nothing of dumping them in the
ocean.

That's what Francis Conway is, an
animal.

No regard for human life.

Putting distance between me and that man
was a necessity.

Say it, baby.

Say it.

If there had been business that we could
have done, I wouldn't have done it. The

man was a liability.

I have too many people watching me, even
in grief.

Intruding eyes everywhere.

Helicopters up above.

Men watching my wife crying.

To a telephoto lens.

Agents with their earpieces listening to
the cry.

To the grief of all those who had come
to pay their respects.

The OCD would stop at nothing to entrap
me.

What the hell's happening?

We've given ten years to this
investigation. Oh, so that justifies you

a bug on me and not telling me? Watch
your tone of voice, Agent Burke. Just

the hell do you think you're talking to?
How could you even... The idiot who

could have gotten her killed. We got a
case to pursue here, Malone. I'm at the

risk of her life. Bailey, no, don't.

We had Perron.

He was that close to remitting his
connection to Conway. Then why didn't

Because she stopped him!

If she did, it was out of concern for
her personal safety.

No, it wasn't.

He wouldn't have hurt me.

I'm going to file obstruction charges
against you.

And then you can tell the inspectors and
the widows of two agents why your word

is more important than their lives.

Hey.

If he does file, personal safety was the
motive.

I'll testify to it. No, I won't.

Your word is your word.

To the inspection staff or to James
Perron.

I believed that once.

I grew up.

You played Nina, didn't you?

Right, about a month ago at the Colony
Theater? You played Nina? Yes, I did.

were great.

I've got three people who satisfy your
criteria.

Impending divorce, recently unemployed,
maxed out credit cards, detention,

housing. We've got Edward Heron, David
Green, and Thomas Barber.

Green's not a priority.

All the victims were white.

Okay, there goes Green.

What about their wives and families?

Um... Nothing on the families, but I can
pull up DMV photos on the wives.

What's that going to tell you?

We'll know when we see them.

Natalie Heron.

I'd go with her.

Why?

Short hair.

She could never have her hair in braids,
but she could.

If the murders were driven by its
fetish, he'd never let her put her hair

braids. It'd be a constant reminder of
memories that haunt him.

Stand by.

George, get us a location on Edward
Heron.

There are trophies.

Steak dinner says they match as victims.

When are you going to bet on something
that's not a sure thing?

When I can afford to.

Beg these, get them to the lab.

alienation of affections.

She wants the kid, the house, the usual.

Hello? Set up a perimeter and make sure
all personnel have a photograph of the

suspect. We'll wait for him and make the
grab when he comes back.

He's not coming back.

What do you mean?

Perron got to him.

Hey!

I want to make a statement about the
killing of those girls.

I did it.

I did it. I want to make a full
confession.

Ten million bucks.

That's what it'll cost the taxpayers to
keep this little turd incarcerated for

the rest of his natural life.

That's the problem with this damn state.
No death penalty.

They're holding him at men's central.
He'll be arraigned in the morning.

You ever see a multiple killer so eager
to confess?

He seemed to be more afraid of something
on the outside than he was in going to

jail. What inspires fear like that?

And who delivered him right into our
hands.

You leaked the information about Eddie
to Perron.

You figured if Perron took him out, you
could make a murder charge stick. The

retribution of a Greek -Greek father.

Perron lived up to his promise.

His word meant something to him.

A man of honor.

Who would have thought?

That was your plan, wasn't it? I'm just
an old flatfoot.

A plan like that's much too clever for
me.

There's nothing in Eddie's statement
about why.

Why the braids? What was the source of
his fetish? Who gives a damn?

Your man's nothing.

Strictly small potatoes.

Our man is in jail.

Still filing obstruction charges against
her? Well, just for the record. Do it.

And I'll file conspiracy charges against
you for leaking the information to

Perron. You can't prove it.

Maybe not, but it'll keep you knee -deep
in lawyers till your pension comes up.

Malone.

Hey, you know, the more I think about
it, the more I have to believe that the

source of Eddie's fetish had to be a
nanny or a housekeeper, not someone from

the immediate family.

I'm going to go on over to the jail, see
if... He's dead, Rachel.

Eternal bleeding.

Managed to get a light bulb out of the
ceiling.

Swallowed the fish glass.

What

is

this place?

How many guards did you have to pay to
get to him?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Eddie Heron couldn't commit suicide.

Not that way.

Justice as defined by the law.

Give me a word. The man was obviously a
coward who decided to cheat justice as

defined by the law. Now, what the hell
is this place?

This is where your daughter lived.

For a year and a half.

That's not possible.

Your daughter had to be...

but perfection by your standards, which
no one could live up to.

And after the years of trying, winning
the awards, being the daughter of Mary,

she said to hell with it.

That's not possible.

She did learn one thing from you, Mr.
Perron.

She learned to live a lie.

She rejected you and the hypocrisy that
you stand for.

She moved here.

And because she did, Eddie found her.

When I said that her death had nothing
to do with you, I couldn't have been

wrong.

You're the reason that your daughter is
dead.

Eddie Heron won't be living with his
guilt.