All language subtitles for Profiler s04e18 Pianissimo

Your email has arrived.

Come on, delete it. Your email has
arrived.

Your email has arrived.

I've obviously found a cure for your
insomnia.

Do you mind sharing it with...

Is

this how you get your rocks off?

You don't have to be rude.

Is there any way to treat an old friend?

A man of your stature, reduced to
sending e -mails and playing phone

the middle of the night? I'm like a girl
with Moxie.

You know, the Bureau's closing in on
you. Oh, please.

Moxie's one thing, but please don't
insult my intelligence.

Yes, the lights are burning at the
bureau, but not because they have a clue

about where I am.

They're just trying to figure out how to
spin my disappearance.

All this... All this energy just
harassed me.

You're flattering yourself if you think
you'll be able to completely slip under

their radar.

I built the radar system that snared the
most organized of criminals.

From Brooklyn to Beverly Hills.

I built it.

And I sure as hell can avoid it.

And don't just call it harassment.

You have reduced my life to rubble.

Don't sell yourself short.

You deserve the effort it will take to
turn your life into a nightmare.

But it won't help you work. I expect to
derive a certain amount of yucks from

it.

Which is more than I can say for you,
considering the, uh...

Particularly disturbing nature of the
case you're about to receive.

What case?

Give the man my best.

Hello. Rachel.

Glenn, a homicide has a situation, the
likes of which I've never heard.

Bailey Marks is on the other line.

We have a trap and trace on your phone.
Keep him talking, Rachel.

Does Mark know about the murder because
he committed it?

He's a fugitive, Bailey. He's out of the
Bureau's information. He's never been

more connected and he wants you to know
it.

Still getting emails?

Yeah. How many?

Average three a day.

Your place is now under 24 -7
surveillance.

We've authorized...

Overtime for the field office, and the
Atlanta PD has a full description of

Mark's license plate. Bailey, this is
not about a physical confrontation. We

were nose -to -nose the other night at
my apartment. This is about a

psychological intimidation and an
emotional... This is about the fact that

Marks is insane.

For years, some of us suspected it. But
we looked the other way because his

insanity was the record of the bad guys.

He's not going to make me run, Bailey.

He's not going to force me into hiding.

He doesn't want you to hide.

Seeing you in torment is the whole
point.

Ever seen a disemboweled body in a grand
piano?

Lungs, heart, stomach, the work's all
gone.

Had to have been done elsewhere or
there'd be an abundance of tissue and

Based on the clean and steady incisions
and hoping that there is a God in

heaven, the evisceration was done post
-mortem. We're assuming ligature

strangulation. Mm -hmm. Whoever did it
might have wanted to sell the

merchandise, a harvest of vital organs.

Now, if this was for commerce...

The body would have been left at the
site of the murder. The killer probably

kept the organs as souvenirs, or maybe
even for a sacrificial ritual.

Olivia Wade, 22, concert pianist.

Child prodigy. Mother and stepfather
tore the Southeastern classical string

piano quartet.

She gave lessons at the academy to pick
up extra money.

What? Well, even if the killer brought
her here, In the middle of the night, he

still took one hell of a chance of being
detected.

Yeah, but it was essential to bring her
here.

We should taught here, should practice
here.

This place had significance for her.

And for him.

I don't know who that would be.

Someone who purported to be one of her
friends.

Maybe one of her students here at the
academy.

We may be looking for someone who might
have belonged to a ritualistic group.

Some sort of cult.

Olivia would never associate with
cultists.

She was disciplined, intelligent.

The piano was her life.

She loved it.

She never discussed your friends with
me.

You're her mother and you know nothing
about them.

Olivia was a 22 -year -old woman.

Who still lived with you and her
stepfather.

Which we encouraged.

Why, Mr. Wade?

So she could concentrate on music
without the distraction of having a

her own to maintain.

A gift like Olivia's comes along rarely.

It has to be nurtured.

Would you mind if I looked through
Olivia's things?

At our home?

I've seen more emotion at high tea.
You'd think Olivia was a perfect

Maybe she was.

The aura will inform my music and define
its level.

Let me inform you and define this.

What a crime scene here.

If Marx has you spooked staying at your
place, I got an extra couch, no strings

attached.

She's got navel rings in her dresser,
but none on her body.

When you think about a 22 -year -old who
lives at home, who's ruled by the

discipline of classical music, the
collection of navel rings struck away in

drawer.

Was she planning a rebellion against
them, against the life that she'd been

living? Is that what the rings were
about?

Maybe she'd just like to look.

If she was about to reject them, she
might have been searching for an

of her own, making her more vulnerable
to the influence of cultists.

Any recent evidence of cult activity
along these lines? Maybe with a

of animal mutilations?

Closest I can come up with is this. In
96, two murder victims in Kentucky were

drained of blood, their body parts
taken, by a group called the Vampire

But, you know, any nutball around here
could have easily become aware.

Stories about the clan are all over the
Internet.

God bless the Internet.

Malone. Yeah.

Atlanta Homicide found what they think
is a sacrifice by fire. Frazier Park.

Looks to me like the lining of a
stomach.

DNA will tell me if it belonged to
Olivia.

The return of the soul to heaven through
a Viking funeral.

Marsh was a student of mythology.

Nordic legend.

Fascination with human sacrifice.

And at the same time, I'm leading us in
the direction of a cult.

I'm getting the sense that there's
something... I don't know, tender about

killing.

We've got disemboweled victims. We've
got human remains sacrificed in the

I'm thinking tender.

Trust your instincts, Rachel, as we
have.

Just because your focus has been
interrupted.

This has nothing to do with Marks.

All right? I don't want to hear about
Marks.

I was going to suggest you keep on
trusting them.

Despite Marks.

Dad.

I'm like tripping.

Your names are on page after page of her
date book. Seems like you're pretty

good friends.

Yeah, since high school.

We hung, you know.

I'm like tripping.

You got a job?

I'm a performance artist.

Just like Karen Finley smears chocolate
on herself? Does that bit with the golf

ball?

What about Olivia's parents?

Really weird, you know.

Especially that Daniel.

According to him, nothing she did was
ever good enough.

You know, he was always staring down my
shirt.

That bothered you.

So this was before you became a
performance artist.

Was there ever any trouble between
Olivia and Daniel?

Same kind of trouble you had with them?

He forced himself on Olivia?

It wouldn't confirm or deny an alleged
say it was Olivia hated appearance.

I hated the piano.

Daniel said she loved it.

My folks said I liked being an altar
boy.

They weren't lying, just clueless.

What is it, Marks?

We got agents outside, watching the
building.

Marks can't get in.

I'll get back to you. This is the phone
company. Your service has been restored,

and we do apologize for any... Hello?

When was my service interrupted?

Could you give me your name and number
in case of any further problems?

Thank you.

Who'd you get when you called back?

The phone company.

There really was a disruption in the
service.

Could Mark have orchestrated that?

Why would he cut off the line of
communication? He wouldn't, would he?

I'm so proud of how I'm handling this.

If I could draw him out and make him
come after me, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

What do you have, Gracie?

Olivia's death was caused by
strangulation.

The disembowelment definitely post
-mortem.

And the stomach tissue we found in the
woods belonged to her. I'm not

I'm not finished.

There was residual tissue in her
abdominal cavity.

Placenta. Her heart and her lungs
weren't the only things that were taken.

So was her baby.

According to the age of the placenta,
the baby was at term or close to it.

Incisions were clean and steady. The
killer must have known she was pregnant.

So care not to hurt the baby. Maybe the
baby's still alive. Maybe the purpose

was to possess the baby. Can I ask why
we're speedwalking? The guy who killed

Olivia and took the baby did so to hide
the fact that she was pregnant. Why?

Because he was responsible for the
pregnancy? She ended up paying for his

jollies. I'm saying she was killed to
cover the pregnancy and the evisceration

is a ploy to put us on the trail of some
loony cult.

That's true. The baby's probably...
Dead.

There were no bones at the site where
the organs were burned. So he didn't

it. We don't know that it's dead.

And until we do, there's just as much
reason for us to believe that it is

alive.

I realize you have this whole maternity
thing going on.

John, you are an ass. Hold it.

As far as the baby's concerned, there
are two obvious possibilities.

And therefore, two distinctly different
profiles of Olivia's killer.

Let's get to them.

Straight ahead.

What can I do to help you?

Did you bring the information?

I don't know.

Straight ahead.

Yes. I brought it.

Then you've helped me.

How long do you have to stay under?

Until a new regime recognizes the
contributions of soldiers like us.

And understands it in our business.

The ends truly do justify the means.

I admire you.

I know.

What time is your flight, Kim?

7 .30, tomorrow night.

Contact our friends when you land.

They'll have your money.

And they'll get word to me that you
arrived safely.

Have a good trip.

It'll make the healing easier.

For whom?

I always wondered if you were jealous of
her.

Her talent.

The natural grace with which she played.

I played a larger role than you did to
ensure her gift would be developed.

Do you believe I killed her?

I believe you killed the joy in her.

Since we have no answer to the question
of the baby's fate, let's examine both

alternatives.

Well, assuming that the baby's alive
could mean that the killer is a woman.

A woman that's so desperate to have a
child... That she cut one out of another

woman's womb.

There are easier, more legitimate ways
to go about it. Yes, but what if all the

possibilities were exhausted?

If a woman did do this, she probably
failed every psychological exam given by

adoption agency.

Let's work it.

A woman, possibly one of Olivia's music
students, who has a history of failed

attempts to become pregnant.

A series of in vitro procedures,
adoptions for which they've been deemed

unacceptable. She was pregnant and
nobody knew it.

The most logical explanation is that a
male strangled her and took the baby.

Buried it, put it in cold storage. You
have to say to yourself, who has the

to lose if the living proof of your
sexual indiscretion never saw the light

day?

Living in this house, how could she keep
something like that from us?

It was medically proven, Mr. Wade.

I guess I had noticed she'd gained a
little weight.

I said that it suited her, gave her more
of a figure.

I understand how something like this
could happen, Mr. Wade.

She was an attractive young woman.

According to travel records, Mrs. Wade
was in New York eight months ago.

She attended a two -week seminar at
Juilliard, leaving you alone with your

stepdaughter.

It was a mistake, an indiscretion you
thought never would become known.

This is ridiculous.

I did not have an affair with Olivia,
and I won't be subjected to...

My husband is incapable of any of the
things that you're implying. And to

it, I will voluntarily submit myself to
a DNA test.

We don't have the baby, or its remains.

Without something to match to a sample
from you, it would be useless.

I'll have to ask you not to leave town
for the next few days.

The funeral is on Wednesday, and then we
have a series of concerts.

So far, no students or associates of
Olivia's have gone through failed in

procedures or adoptions.

Rachel's talking to Olivia's best
friend.

Maybe she can get more out of her than
John could.

Wrong.

Alexandra seemed as shocked to hear
about the pregnancy as Ann and Daniel

I spoke to the deputy director.

The Bureau's elevating the search for
jaw marks to task force level.

That's a good thing.

the nurturing aspect of this thing
that's driving me nuts.

I mean, if Daniel did have sex with her,
nurturing would be the last thing on

his mind.

We're telling him.

Yeah, but a woman has to kill her.

Nothing yet.

I mean, the psychology fits with that of
a nurturer.

But to go to the extreme of killing
Olivia and stealing her baby, it just

in the face of every nurturing instinct
I've ever seen.

What is this?

You have no right to be following me.
I've committed no crime.

Open the box.

You have no right to be looking in
there. That's personal property. It

to me.

I hope you're starting to appreciate the
spontaneity of our relationship.

It's what the third Mrs. Marks found
most appealing about me.

I heard you were having some trouble.

A box of sheet music?

Yeah. He said he needed to practice for
a tour they're doing next month.

You know, the more I get into this, the
more I have to believe that a woman is

behind this. And the baby's alive.

What are the odds of a newborn being
able to survive?

If she wanted the baby enough to kill to
get it, we have to believe that she's

caring for it.

Unless the realities of motherhood are
more than a fantasy's bargain form.

Well, Bailey, you said that I should
track my instincts.

I'll have George keep checking.

Thank you for not telling him I was
here.

Now I know that much about you.

You said that when you came back, you
were going to tell me everything.

When the time is right.

How did you find out about my troubles
with John Marks?

If you knew enough not to tell Bailey I
was here, you know enough not to ask me

that question.

Now, who do you think broke in here and
stole the tape that ended Marx's career

at the Bureau?

Who would want to see him destroyed?

Who wouldn't? I mean, Marx's enemies,
they run the gamut from bad guys he

prosecuted to people in the Bureau he
pissed off. Criminals expect to be

prosecuted. That's business.

But enemies he made when he was on the
inside, careers he derailed, wives he

slept with, that's personal.

I had to find out the security leak at
the VCTF.

Someone who knew that tape was here and
broke in.

Are you all right?

me. If I told you I was just in the
neighborhood, would you believe me?

Look, the reason that I know things that
Bailey doesn't is because I have the

ability to go places he can't.

That's why it's very important he
doesn't know I'm here to help you.

As far as we know, Olivia had no
boyfriends, no one -night stands.

Have you checked credit card records?

No, not yet, Rachel. We're pretty heavy
into looking for in vitro procedures.

Excessive spending in stores that
specialize in baby clothes, accessories.

Louise Bryce, 23, took piano from Olivia
for two years, on and off.

Court stenographer, single, credit cards
maxed. She may never get out of debt.

She seems too young to be so desperate
for motherhood.

Justine Massey.

She's 41.

She made four purchases at a store
called Baby Love last month alone,

to $1 ,200.

No children of her own?

Three nephews, as far as I can see.

Single woman.

Desperate for a child. She waits.

She plans.

Over the last four years, purchases at
baby stores have amounted to almost $17

,000. We didn't spend that much on my
two daughters combined.

What, George?

Last month, she moved from a one
-bedroom apartment. She rented a two

house on half an acre.

With a significantly better school
district?

Yeah, Collier Hills.

I want units prepared to roll to 117
Franklin Lane, Collier Hills.

We may have a kidnap victim at that
location.

Newborn baby.

Safety is priority one.

You know, this search would have taken a
lot longer if Kim Doyle hadn't dumped a

lot of useless files, weird ups in
memory.

Housekeeping was never my strong suit.
As you know, you've seen my apartment.

I've never been to Seattle.

I look forward to it, though, in spite
of the rain.

They have an opening in their field
office, and I am getting tired of being

the road.

And I have family in San Francisco.

So that's a short hop.

As it is now, I only get to see him once
a year, if I'm lucky.

You start getting older, and once a year
for family just isn't good enough.

Do you have family agents still?

Uh, yes.

Wife and twin sons.

Oh, how old are they?

They're almost six.

Oh, bless their hearts.

Well, there you go.

Your computer's been swept, and it's now
ready for transfer. I just need a

signature.

Enjoy Seattle.

Enjoy your twins.

Ms. Matthews.

Ms.

Matthews.

Open the door.

Sir, we've got the battery ram in the
car.

That's the best place for it.

John.

Miss Massey.

Justine.

Justine. Shh.

The waker.

Isn't she adorable?

Maybe I believed the baby was alive
because I wanted the baby to be alive.

We don't know for sure it isn't.

But if it isn't, Daniel Wade becomes our
prime suspect again.

You know, you've been saying the
killer's a woman.

What about Anne Lane?

She might be angry at her husband for
even the idea he slept with Olivia.

Or she's angry at Olivia for possibly
taking the husband's affection.

Someone as emotionally repressed as
Anne.

She's more likely to take her anger out
on her husband than her daughter.

I made copies of the sheet music he was
taking from storage.

Sign a waiver?

We bonded.

Here's a ditty, authored by Daniel Wade,
entitled Dream Lover.

You're mine, if only in my dream, when
love, as real as it can ever seem, when

can touch you, Olivia, my child, in
perfect truth, when love is not defiled.

Sounds like Barry Manilow.

Sounds like a man that's in love, not a
man looking for a quick score.

You're thinking he wouldn't try to kill
the baby to hide his involvement.

If he loved Olivia enough, he'd want to
keep her baby, his baby, as proof of it.

If he kept the child alive, he'd want to
see it.

Sooner or later, he's going to lead us
to it.

Olivia's funeral's tomorrow morning at
10 o 'clock. The emotional fallout from

the funeral could mean that he wants to
see the baby as soon as possible.

Hi. How's it going?

Just doing a little tinkering here.

How did you get so good at this?

Something I sort of picked up along the
way.

Where's Longley? I... I haven't gotten
one email since you showed up.

Mercy could send me three a day.

Imagine that.

Where's Longley?

Longley, uh...

Gosh, the only Longley I know is an
abandoned sanitarium on the northwest

section. Why?

Well, I intercepted a message to Kim
Doyle. It says that she's going to meet

Yankee Clipper at 10 .30 tonight at
Longley. Now, I can only assume that the

Yankee Clipper is some kind of code
name, and he doesn't want Marks to know

what's going on.

The Yankee Clipper must be behind the
operation to destroy Marks.

Find out who that code name belongs to,
and we'll find out who broke into my

house and stole that tape.

Hey, watch out.

It's Kim Doyle.

Oh, my God.

Look at her face.

She said she was looking forward to
going to Seattle.

That she wanted to be close to her
family.

Hold on a second.

I'll call it in.

The Yankee clipper employed her to find
out about that tape.

Then he killed her.

You deal with dangerous people.

As dangerous as the people you're
running from.

10 -4. All units maintain position.

Rachel Burke.

Till now, I never realized just how hard
you work.

Think the Bureau realizes what a bargain
it's getting?

The Bureau can go straight to hell.

Harsh words.

Care to discuss the problem?

Not with you.

Oh, you'll feel better, I promise.

An employee of the VCTF was compromised
and killed.

Kim Doyle.

Don't recognize that name.

She was mid -level, the kind you never
associate with.

She was an innocent.

Well, then, she was in the wrong
business.

You promised I'd feel better.

War is the death of innocence, Agent
Burke.

And this is war.

Eternal God, maker of heaven and earth,
you formed us from the dust of the

earth, and by your breath, you gave us
life.

We glorify you.

You tasted death for all humanity, and
by rising from the grave, you showed the

way to eternal life.

We praise you.

Eternal God, maker of heaven and earth,
you formed us from the dust of the

earth, and by your breath, you gave us
life.

We glorify you.

Jesus Christ, the resurrection and the
life, You tasted death for all humanity,

and by rising from the grave, you showed
the way to eternal life.

Eternal God, maker of heaven and earth,
bring comfort to Daniel and Anne in

this time of their loss, and also to the
many young friends of Olivia gathered

here today.

Let us now go in peace.

I'll stay with Daniel. If he goes back
to his house, you pick him up.

I'll follow you in my car.

Where's the baby, Arthur?

We found Olivia in the basement of the
academy.

She'd hung herself.

She was dead.

If we didn't take the baby, she'd have
died too.

You knew how to perform the kind of
surgery that... I dropped out of med

Olivia was more than our friend.

We loved her.

Not like that bastard Daniel.

He made her life miserable.

He smothered her with the music.

So you turned the piano into her coffin
to show him.

For us, Olivia will always be alive.

We have a part of her.

Arthur. You don't have to say anything.
You don't have to tell.

You can let us get away.

Nobody can love her like we can.

Please don't make us give her back to
them.

That's not my decision to make.

I know what you did carried with it the
best intentions, but this is... We'll go

someplace where no one knows us and
we'll live.

We'll give her the most wonderful life.
That's all we want to do.

Give her a wonderful life.

Don't make us give her back.

Please.

What will happen to her?

If the DNA proves you're not the father,
she'll be turned over to you.

What her future is, is up to you.

We would have made her happy.

The congealed lactation of a bovine on a
crispy crust.

And you eat it cold.

It's very good.

What about the DNA test?

I came back and Daniel's not the father.

Neither is Arthur.

Probably never know who it is.

People who don't want to become parents
become parents.

I don't know.

Jared, tell me about your family.

You owe me.

For what?

Pizza?

No, you promised me you were going to
tell me everything.

Come on. Where are you from?

Any brothers or sisters?

Come on, what's your favorite?

Hello?

You know something?

Jen?