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Previously on Medium:
Sorry to interrupt.

DEVALOS:
Alison Dubois,
this is Special...

Edward Cooper,
of the FBI.

I'm very familiar
with your work, sir.

I had a dream
about this guy last night.

What's he got
that I don't?

An amazing reputation
as a criminal profiler,

for one thing.

You see things, don't you?

I dedicated myself to getting
inside the minds of killers.

It wasn't my choice.

You go into the heads
of murderers

whether you want to or not.

I know what you did.

I know you put two bullets
into Richard Gomez,

and I will find a way
to expose you.

(knocking)

Housekeeping!

(knocking)

You want turn-down service?

(two gunshots)

(body thuds)

(startled gasp)

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With additional
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closer to 15, maybe even 20%.

Very impressive.

I'd fund your project.

Really? And how much
money do you have?

Including the redeemable bottles

I'm bringing back to the market,
about $17.

You know what? I'm gonna stick
with Buchanon-Lockhart.

I think they're gonna
want to fund you, too.

Oh, they'd better.

They're the only
venture capital firm

I could get a meeting with.

If this presentation
doesn't go well,

I'm pretty much gonna
have to hold a bake sale

to raise the capital.

You reading Cooper's book again?

I was just thumbing
through it

when you were
in the shower.

I just can't get that
dream out of my head.

I tried calling the FBI
this morning.

They wouldn't tell me
where he was

or what he was working on.

Well, I guess
they're not in the habit

of supplying the whereabouts of
their agents to anyone who asks.

Guess not.

Well, even if you could
find him, what would you do?

What would you say to him?

How are you gonna stop

whatever it is you saw
from happening?

You know the drill.

This guy-- he kills killers.

It's still killing.

No, I know. I just... I-I...

You know, you're right.

And you did let him
get away with it once.

Yeah. Don't think
that hasn't kept me up nights.

ARIEL:
Mom!

Mom, I need you!

Bridgette's wiggling her teeth
while I'm trying to eat.

So what?

Do you have a problem with a kid
trying to make some extra money?

Okay. What is the matter?

What is the commotion all about?
Bridgette's teeth

are loose and she's wiggling
them with her fingers

trying to get them to come out.
It's disgusting.

It is not disgusting

if each of these
teeth is worth

a dollar under my pillow.

Bridgette, honey,

you're supposed
to just wait

for your teeth to fall
out on their own.

You're not supposed to use
your fingers to loosen them.

I don't know, Mom.

I've been hearing about how bad

the economy
is and...

here I am, sitting on 26 bucks.

I can make a difference.

That's the stupidest thing
I have ever heard.

Nuh-uh. Nuh-uh.
Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.
Nuh-uh.

All right, stop it.
Stop it, stop it.

Listen. Daddy has
a really big day.

I want no more commotion.

I want no tugging.

I want no nuh-uh'ing.
I want silence.

I'm here because the
District Attorney has asked me

to bring my expertise to bear

on a potentially
very difficult case.

I arrived in Phoenix yesterday,
but I've already...

concluded my preliminary
analysis of the police files.

Oh, my God.

Oh, well, this must
be important.

I don't know if you've heard,

but we've got a serial killer
here in Phoenix.

I may have heard a little
something about that.

What's on your mind, Allison?

Agent Edward Cooper.
I know he's in town
working on the case.

I need to know what he's up to.

That's Gretchen Ballard.

She was a hooker, worked
the area around Shadyside.

Seven months ago a garbageman
found her body in an alley.

Somebody'd stabbed her
26 times.

Oh, God.

A buddy of mine
caught the case.

He never solved it,

but he always remembered
one little detail.

When they found
Gretchen Ballard's body,

she was wearing a
silver wedding band.

Really? A prostitute
with a wedding band?

That's weird, right?

Well, two days ago,
some kids found

the body of another prostitute.

Amanda Boone.

Also stabbed more than 20 times.

Also wearing...

a silver wedding band?

Huh.

Okay, that's weird.

Cooper's in town
to help us determine

if the two cases
are connected.

He went through all
the old case files,

and he found a third,
unsolved murder

that's a potential match.

A little over a year ago,
a pro named Nina Jarvis

was stabbed to death
in Glendale.

The ME's report said she was
wearing a silver wedding band.

Nobody thought much
of it at the time,

but now Cooper wants
to take a look.

So where's Cooper now?

Why does that matter
so much to you?

If you've seen something
that ties to this case,

why don't you just tell me?

I'll make sure
word gets to Cooper.

Because I can't.

Cooper's the only person
I can talk to about this.

Now, where is he? Please.

Right about now,

Cooper's getting a little
face time with Nina Jarvis,

our potential third victim.

They're exhuming her body

to see if her ring
matches the other two.

Now, you didn't hear it from me,

but she's buried
at Sycamore Hill Cemetery.

If you drive
over there now,

I'm sure you'll find
what you're looking for.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Mr. Dubois?

Can I get you anything
to drink?

Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine.

It's a good sign,
you know.

The fact that they're
still talking.

It means your
presentation went well.

Miss Doyle.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dubois.

As we mentioned
in the meeting,
we've already got

a couple of competitive
projects in the pipeline.

We're worried about overlap.

It's okay. Really.

Uh, just grateful

you were willing
to hear me out.

For what it's worth...

I fought for you.

I happen to think
your idea's a lot smarter

than the ones we're backing.

Well, for what it's worth,
I appreciate that.

I just want to reiterate
what an honor it is

to be working with you,
Agent Cooper.

I've followed your career
for many years,

even had the pleasure
of reading your books.

I want to assure you
that if we do learn

that these murders
are connected,

my office is prepared
to offer you

whatever resources
you may need

to catch the perpetrator.

And if it would be
at all helpful,

I'm happy to liaise with the
mayor's office on your behalf,

perhaps even the media.

That's quite a selfless
gesture, Mr. Van Dyke,

offering to stand in front
of all those cameras for me.

It's a match
to the other rings.

Looks like you're going
to end up

in front of a camera
after all.

I'll inform the mayor.

Mrs. Dubois,
what a pleasant surprise.

Welcome back to Phoenix,
Agent Cooper.

I wish I could say I was glad
to be back in town,

but, unfortunately, you can see
that I'm here on business.

Speaking of which,
I can't tell you

how disappointed
I was to hear

that you're no longer
consulting

for the District Attorney's
office.

I'm sure you are.

I mean it.

I know how very good you are
at what you do.

I suspect I know it
better than most.

I don't have much time,
Agent Cooper,

so if you'll forgive me, I'll
just cut right to the chase.

I know what you're
doing here in Phoenix

and I'm here to tell you

I'm not going to let you
get away with it.

You're not going
to let me get away

with catching a serial killer?

I'm not going
to let you kill him.

I had a dream
and I saw you murder a man.

I'm not sure
what you think you saw,

but the fact
of the matter is

I'm not like the men
that I hunt.

I don't do what I do
out of compulsion.

I do it out of necessity.

I only take action
when the system fails.

But I assure you

my intention is
to bring this man to justice,

not deliver my own brand of it.

I know what I saw.

I saw you sneaking
into a man's hotel room.

You had your gun out.

I saw the look on his face
when you were closing in on him.

I'm sorry.

Did you just say
that you saw this man's face?

Can you describe him to me?

Oh... I know
what you're thinking.

You don't want
to give me a description

of a man you think
I'm going to murder.

Prioritize, Mrs. Dubois.

Help me protect

the citizens
of Phoenix

from a serial killer.

Then you can worry

about protecting
the serial killer from me.

VAN DYKE:
Agent Cooper?

Is this woman bothering you?

Quite the contrary,
Mr. Van Dyke.

Mrs. Dubois and I
are just working out

the terms of a deal.

I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

What kind of deal?

I'm assuming that
your offer to provide me

with whatever resource
I might need still stands.

Of course it does.

Good. Because
I need her.

I need
Allison Dubois.

Boy, have I not missed

seeing that sort of stuff
around the house.

Oh. Sorry.
They're Agent Cooper's.

He wanted me to look over
everything he had,

make sure I was ready
for tomorrow.

Gotta hand it to that guy.

He must be one hell
of a salesman.

Salesman?

I'm just saying
that this morning

you couldn't live
with the possibility

that he might take
another life.

And, tonight, he's
your new partner.

He swore to me that
he wouldn't harm the man

who killed these women.

You at least got a pinky-swear
to that effect, right?

'Cause, without one,
he's really under

no legal obligation
to stop killing.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't tease.

Frankly, I'm just glad
that someone in this house

is bringing home
a paycheck.

Honey, I'm sorry
it didn't work out

with those
venture capitalists.

I guess I could learn a thing
or two about salesmanship

from Agent Cooper, huh?
Oh, come on.

You know you gave
a good presentation.

They told you
it was a good idea.

Yeah? Well, that
and a quarter...

You know, if you're looking
for investors,

maybe you might want
to try Bridgette.

Huh?

Well, she's having quite a run
with the tooth fairy.

A dollar a tooth.

You know, maybe if we feed her
nothing but taffy...

That's not funny.

I'm sorry.

Having had some time
to familiarize myself

with the forensic evidence
gathered from the three victims,

as well as the manner
in which they were killed,

I've prepared a very preliminary
psychological profile

of the man we're looking for.

His methodology indicates

he has deep-seated issues
with women.

He probably compensates
for his inability

to deal with the opposite sex

by concentrating excessively
on his own appearance.

He's not an attractive man,
but he's a vain one.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he adheres
to a rigorous exercise regimen.

MAN:
Very impressive,

Agent Cooper.
I'll give you that.

Hair color, eye color,
approximate age, height,
and weight.

Given this level of detail,

I take it we now have
a witness to one of the murders?

Let's just say
that Mrs. Dubois'
consulting services

have already
proven quite valuable,

and leave it at that.

You stand behind
this composite then?

You're willing to stake
your reputation on it?

Why, Mr. District Attorney,

I thought we were
in this together.

I'll make sure
it's distributed then.

Anything else?

I've asked Mrs. Dubois
to work from here today.

Go through your mug books,

see if any faces
jump out at her.

She's welcome to any vacant desk
in the bullpen.

That'll be fine.
I'm afraid that's
not quite good enough.

Mrs. Dubois requires
a certain amount

of quiet to do her job.

A certain amount of solitude.

I thought maybe
you could put her up

in one of your private offices.

Agent Cooper...

Mr. Van Dyke.

I realize that you
and Mrs. Dubois have a history,

but surely you're willing
to put that aside

in the interest
of catching this killer.

After all...
I'd hate to have the press

get wind of the fact
that I was getting

anything less than
your complete cooperation.

I believe we have
an office available

on the second floor.

You're welcome to it.

That wasn't
really necessary.

What wasn't?

That. Much as I love
watching that weasel squirm,

I didn't even have
my own office

when Devalos
was in charge.

Well, maybe he didn't value
your services as much as I do.

Well, while we're on the
subject of my services,

I had another dream about
our killer last night,

and you should know
that your profile was
right on the money.

He was watching
your press conference

while he adhered to his
"rigorous exercise regimen."

Did you see anything that
might help us locate him?

No, but he didn't look too happy

about having the darkest corners
of his psyche

aired on television.

"Unhappy" is good,
Mrs. Dubois.

If he's unhappy,

he's that much closer
to making a mistake.

WOMAN:
Mr. Dubois?

Hi.

Hello.

I'm glad you found me.

My assistant's
not always the best

when it comes
to directions.

Please.

Well, I'm due back
at the office,

so I'm going to get
right to the point.

I'm here because
I want to help you

develop your solar cell
amplification system.

And I believe I have
the funding to do it.

Wow.
(chuckles)

Uh... Ms. Doyle, Meghan...

uh... I don't know what to say.

I don't know how to thank you.

I don't know what you said
to your colleagues

to bring them around, but...

Actually, I didn't
say anything.

I'm sure they're
just as dead-set

against going into business
with you today

as they were yesterday.

Then I'm afraid
I'm a little confused.

You just said
that you had the funding.

If the money's not coming from
Buchanon-Lockhart, then where...

Me, Mr. Dubois.

The money would be coming
from me.

Like I told you

yesterday,
I believe in your idea.

I think it's a money-maker.

And the truth is,

I've been looking
for an opportunity like this

for a long time.

I'm tired of making money
for Buchanon-Lockhart.

I want to go into business
for myself.

I want to get my hands dirty.

I've saved

about $300,000 just waiting
to hear the right idea.

And I think I've heard it.

(elevator bell dings)

Agent Cooper?

Agent Cooper, it's late.

I was going to head home.

Agent Cooper...

I see you've found
my high-tech

security system.

I do it everywhere I go.

It's just something
I use to make sure

that nobody's been
in my office

while I'm gone.

It's a bit paranoid,
I know.

But I'm afraid
I just can't help myself.

Well, I went through
these files twice, sir.

Our killer's not in here.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no need
for apologies.

Well, I just wish
we were further along.

"Further along?"

Mrs. Dubois,

because of you,

I have what could
very well turn out

to be a physical description
of the killer.

You've also given me
reason to believe

that my profile of the man
is accurate.

I think it's fair to say

that because of your involvement
in this case,

I'm potentially weeks ahead
of where I'd normally be.

Well, thank you, sir.

I have to say
it's been a long time

since anyone's taken my dreams
so seriously,

especially here in the
District Attorney's office.

Well,

shame on them
for ignoring your talents.

I would never be so obtuse.

I know what I have in you.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

*

*

(knocking)

WOMAN:
Housekeeping.

Do you want
turndown service?

(phone rings)

Hello.

Allison, it's Lee Scanlon.
I'm sorry to wake you,

but I knew you'd want
to hear this right away.

It's about Agent Cooper.

He was shot. Twice.

Oh, my God, no.

Sorry, Allison,
but Edward Cooper's dead.

Whoever killed Cooper didn't
leave much evidence behind.

Swept his hotel
for fingerprints--

anything that might
have DNA on it.

So far nothing.

Service weapon's missing, too.

We think the killer might have
taken it with him as a trophy.

I had it all wrong.

I thought I saw Cooper
hunting the killer.

The killer was really
hunting him.

I hate to be the bearer
of even more bad news,

but, uh... Van Dyke wants
to see you in his office.

Asked if you'd come there
as soon as you can.

I'm so sorry.

What did I tell you
about apologies?

They're not necessary.

I wish
I'd done more for you.

Mrs. Dubois, I only have
so many pep talks in me.

I've told you
I'm happy with your work.

Now if it's all right
with you,

I'd like to get down
to business.

I'm going to be interviewing
the acquaintances

of the most recent
victim today,

and I'd like you
to come with me.

Oh, sir...

I'm not sure you understand
what happened to you last night.

Well, actually, last night
is a bit fuzzy.

Do you remember going home?

Going to your hotel room?

That man that
you were looking for...

he was waiting
there for you.

And he shot you twice.

And you...

didn't survive.

This... this
just can't be.

I don't know what you think
you're doing in here,

but those files are
no longer your concern.

And in light of Edward Cooper's
tragic death,

the Phoenix District
Attorney's office

no longer has any need
for your... services.

They're terminated,
effective immediately.

I need you out of the building,
Mrs. Dubois.

It's 11:00.

What do you say?

I'm not ready yet.

The guy was a killer, Allison.

You couldn't tell me enough.

The guy was a killer.

That doesn't mean
he deserved what he got.

(sighs)

I got those papers
from Meghan Doyle today.

Turns out she has a rather
flexible definition

of the word "partnership."

What do you mean?

On exchange for funding,

she wants 51% ownership.

I'm told that's a
non-negotiable figure.

I don't get it.
That only leaves you 49%.

Exactly. Minority share.

She's trying to buy the right
to be my boss.

Tell her no.

Yeah, it definitely
crossed my mind.

I was also thinking
maybe I'd tell her yes.

I want to get on with it, honey.

I want to get on with my life.

I want to earn a living.
I want to accomplish something.

Do you want to give up control
of your idea?

No, of course I don't.

Then don't.

If Meghan Doyle thinks
your idea is great,

somebody else will, too.

Somebody who's willing
to do it your way.

Okay.

Is that an official
psychic prediction?

That's an official wife
who believes in her
husband prediction.

What do you say?

It's past 11:00.

I'm just saying
I thought the ending

was spectacularly
stupid, that's all.

Fine, you don't like
romantic comedies. I get it.

I didn't say that.

The next time
we go to the movies,

we'll see something
about zombies.

Or ninjas.

Or ninjas fighting zombies.

You promise?

(car horn honking)

What's going on? You okay?

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It was a bad dream.

More serial killer stuff?

No. It was a car accident.

You need to call someone?

No.

I don't know who they were.
I don't know where they were.

It's okay.

Go back to sleep.

I'm going to get
a glass of water.

COOPER:
You have a lovely home,
Mrs. Dubois.

It's very you.

I wanted to apologize
for disappearing this morning.

I didn't quite have a handle
on my situation yet.

You know, if there's anything
you need me to do,

maybe... give a message
to your loved ones.

Mrs. Dubois...

Are you forgetting that
we still have a killer to catch?

My own murder
was unfortunate, yes,

but it hardly changes the nature
of our collaboration.

Are you saying you're here
because of the case?

Why else would I be here?

My last moments were
extremely unpleasant.

Not because of the
considerable pain I was in,

but because, as far as I knew,

I wasn't going to close
this case.

My killer reveled in that fact.

He stood over me as I lay dying,
taunting me.

He insisted
that Gretchen Ballard

and Amanda Boone
and Nina Jarvis

were only the beginning;

that with with me
out of the picture,

no one could stop him
from taking more lives.

But with your help...

I'd like to show him
just how wrong he was.

Okay.

What would you like me to do?

To start with...

first thing
this morning

I want you to go
back to the police

and give them a description
of the man who killed me.

Okay.

But I already did that.

You were there
when we made the sketch.

Yes, I know. You told him
that he was a compact man...

long hair, hazel eyes,
extremely fit.

And he was.

Well, no, actually, he wasn't.

The man who killed me
was short, middle-aged,

shaved head,
bit on the pudgy side.

Frankly, I'm...

I'm a little embarrassed
that he got the drop on me.

I don't know
whose face

you've been seeing
in your dreams, Mrs. Dubois,

but he's not the killer
that we've been looking for.

(phone ringing)

Scanlon.

I'm glad I caught you.

I need to talk to you
about Cooper.

That's funny.

I was just about to call you
about the very same subject.

A valet at the hotel
where Cooper was staying

just got a look of your sketch
of the killer.

He saw a guy
who looked just like him

peeling out
of the hotel parking lot

the night Cooper was murdered.

Valet remembers the make and
model of the car, and get this,

he even got a partial
on the guy's license plate

because he thought the guy
might have been driving drunk.

Seems like a pretty good
lead, right?

I was just about to go
run it down.

Don't bother.
The sketch is wrong.

What are you talking about?
The sketch came from you.

I don't know what to tell you.

Apparently, I got
the wrong face.

Uh, and you know that because?

I know that because Cooper
came to see me last night.

And he saw the man who shot him

and it wasn't the person
I described.

Okay, what do you want
from me then?

A favor. I need to look
through the mug books again.

Why? You just got done
telling me

you didn't see
the killer's face.

Well, that's true I didn't,
but Cooper did.

(no audio)

(phone ringing)

Lynn, hey.

Sorry, it doesn't look like
lunch is in the cards today.

What am I doing?

You wouldn't believe it,
not in a million years.

His name is
Donald Kessler.

Convicted of
rape in '97.

Served ten years and
got out last spring.

Cooper's positive
this is our guy?

He said there's
no doubt about it.

Well, according to this,
our friend Mr. Kessler

skipped out on his parole
about six months ago.

Present whereabouts unknown.

It says here he's got
a sister in Glendale.

Maybe you could
go talk to her

and see if she's heard
from him lately.

Talk to people?
Yeah, sure, I can do that.

Ask some questions--
not a problem.

Who knows, I might even
be able to find the guy.

Just try to remember,
it's going to take

a whole lot more than
the word of a dead FBI guy

for me to actually arrest him.

Hey, partner.

Come on. Sit down.

We have some celebrating to do.

No, Meghan,
I don't want a drink.

I'm not sure that
I should even sit.

I just, I figured you deserved
to hear this in person.

Okay...

You found someone else,
another firm,

somebody you think
is better connected.

Willing to offer
more capital?

No, no, it's not that. Um...

For God's sake, sit down.

People are looking.

They think we're lovers
having a quarrel.

I'm sorry.

Meghan, uh... I'm extremely
flattered by your interest

in my proposal.

Um, I just...
I didn't realize

that you were going to buy
a controlling stake.

That's just not something
that I'm willing to give up.

I'm sorry.

But unless you're willing
to rethink the 51-49 split,

I don't see how I can
do this with you.

Can I have a dirty martini?

Joe?

Gosh, you're going to turn me
down and make me drink alone?

Okay, fine. I'll have
what she's having.

(door opens)

JOE:
Someone win
the lottery?

Ah, not quite.

One of Bridgette's teeth
finally fell out,

so the Tooth Fairy
owes her a dollar.

And all I've got is a ten,
a five and... 89 cents.

I got wrinkled and non-wrinkled.

Martini, huh?

So how'd it go?

How'd she take it?

(sighs)
Um, I signed the papers.

You're upset.

No, I'm not upset.
I'm bewildered.

You told me
you were gonna turn her down.

I know, I know.
And I, and I absolutely,

I should have talked
to you first.

I just...
she really wants it.

I don't know.
When she started to tell me

about her plans
for the business,

what she thought
the upside would be

in three years
and five years,

and I just can't explain it.

I just started to get
a really good feeling about her.

I guess you'd call it
an intuition.

I mean,
if anybody can understand

going with their intuition,
it's you, right?

So what happened to
"Let's be patient"?

What happened
to being your own boss?

I don't know. Maybe I was being
a little naive about that.

According to her,

there's no way that
I have the leverage

to get a
majority share

no matter who I sign with.

Probably wouldn't even get
close to 49% either.

Now, look, Al, I know
this is out of the blue,

but tell me you're happy.

This is gonna be so much better
if you're happy with it.

I'm happy...

as long as you are.

I am.

Well, then that's that.
We are officially happy.

(car horn blares)

MAN:
Julia?

Julia? Baby?

You okay?

What just happened?

We were in a crash.

Somebody just hit us.

Stay here, okay?

I'm gonna go check
on the other driver.

(horn blaring continues)

Hey, buddy? You okay?

Hey...

COOPER:
Mrs. Dubois?

(gasps)

I found him,
Mrs. Dubois.

I know where he is.

Where who is?

Donald Kessler,
the man who murdered me.

He's at a bar downtown--

the Old Stone Jug,
1818 Hamilton Street.

If you and Detective Scanlon
go down there right now,

you'll find him.

You'll find evidence
on him

that proves he murdered
those women.

Move, Mrs. Dubois!
We haven't a moment to spare!

Wait a second.

He said it was
the Old Stone Jug.

You sure it was
this Old Stone Jug?

Well, 1818 Hamilton Street.

This is absolutely
the place.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you, Allison.

According to this, the place
got condemned back in '05.

No one's had a drink here
in a good long time.

Well, he couldn't have been
clearer.

He said Donald Kessler
was here right now.

Honestly, I'm a little
confused myself.

I know I never understood
exactly how your thing works,

but you always made it
sound like after you die,

you pretty much know
everything there is,
was or ever will be.

So tell me,
how does a dead guy,

especially one
as smart as Edward Cooper,

make a mistake
like this?

(siren wails in distance)

Oh, boy, this doesn't
look good.

Wait. Pull over.

It's being handled.

I dreamt about this.
Please pull over.

(indistinct radio transmission)

You wait here.
I'll go get the scoop.

Looks a lot like the guy
in your sketch, doesn't he?

This is him. This is the man
I saw kill Cooper.

As much as I hate to disagree

with the ghost
of a famous profiler,

that is the man
who killed Edward Cooper.

The name is Julian Pierce.

First cops on the scene
found a duffel bag on the seat

of his car
that had a gun inside.

They ran
the serial numbers.

Turns out it was
a government-issued firearm:

Edward Cooper's
government-issued firearm.

What about Donald Kessler?

Donald Kessler
didn't kill Cooper.

He didn't kill those
three prostitutes either.

Julian Pierce did.

In addition

to Cooper's gun,
they found a stash of photos.

Polaroids of the dead women--

even a few close-ups
of the wedding bands

he put on their fingers.

I don't know why
Cooper claimed

that Donald Kessler
killed them,

but he was wrong.

Oh, no.

No, he wasn't wrong.

He was lying to us.

He knew this was gonna happen.

That's why he tried to throw us
off of Julian Pierce's scent.

He knew if we arrested Pierce,

before tonight,

he wouldn't have been
in this car.

He wouldn't have died
in this accident.

So you're saying
this was a setup?

That Cooper sent you
on a wild goose chase

to guarantee
that this guy died tonight?

'Cause I have to tell you,
Allison,

that sounds a lot like murder.

Not to Cooper.

To Edward Cooper,
this was justice.

(door opens)

You should know,
Mrs. Dubois.

The one thing I regret
in all this

was lying to you.

Well, I can see that.

Look, you're all
torn up inside.

I never intended for you

to come across
that accident site.

And I certainly
didn't want

the death of Julian Pierce
weighing on your conscience.

I know how strongly you prefer

working within the confines
of the justice system.

For what it's worth,

I wasn't lying when you first
came to me at the cemetery.

I had absolutely no intention
of taking Julian Pierce's life.

But as you well know,
circumstances changed.

My death gave me a whole new...
perspective on the man

and his actions.

New perspective.
I think you're underestimating

how well I know you,
Agent Cooper.

This was revenge,
pure and simple.

I won't deny I took
a certain amount of pleasure

in Mr. Pierce's death.

But I assure you,
what I did tonight,

I did for the greater good.

Tell yourself whatever you want.

I'm going to bed.

Ellen Hartley.

I beg your pardon?

Ellen Hartley.

She's a nurse
at McCarren State Penitentiary.

It's where Mr. Pierce
would have ended up

had you and Detective Scanlon
arrested him.

You'd like her, Mrs. Dubois.

She's a mother of three
just like you.

In four years' time,

Julian Pierce was going
to fake an illness

so he could spend the night
in the prison infirmary.

He was going
to strangle Ellen Hartley.

I suppose he wanted just
one more notch on his belt

before they executed him.

I don't believe you.

You're lying to me again.

It's all you've ever done.

If there was some way I could
prove it to you, I would.

But the fact
of the matter is

you'll never know.

You'll never be certain
I did the right thing

by facilitating the death
of Julian Pierce.

But I am.

I am absolutely positive

the world is a much better place
without him in it.

(whispering loudly):
Why don't you just go away?!

I'm not ready
to move on just yet.

It occurs to me,
Mrs. Dubois,

that you and I have
a very unique opportunity.

This doesn't have to be
our last collaboration.

(whispering):
What are you talking about?

I can see a lot of things
from this side,

things I can't share with anyone
but you.

If I were to catch on
to another Julian Pierce,

you'd be in a unique position
to help me take care of it.

You want me to help you
end more lives?

I want you to help me
save lives:

potential victims, good people
who don't deserve to die.

It's so sad.

I'm sure at some point
you were a good man.

I don't know
where you lost your way,

but in the end, you are
no better than Julian Pierce.

You're a killer.

And before long,
you're gonna wind up

in the same terrible place
he is.

I would never help you.

Guess we won't know
until we know.

Will we?

It's been a pleasure,
Mrs. Dubois.

As always.

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