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You all right, miss?

- I thought someone was following me.
- Would you like me to walk you home?

I live right there.

Could you watch to make sure I get in?

Sure.

Hey, Dad.

Is he all right?

I don't know. He hasn't got a collar.
Looks like he's kind of hungry.

Can we keep him?

I don't know, honey.

Maybe we ought to take him to the pound.
They'll find him a good home.

What happens if they don't?

And there's a big turnout for
Monday Night Football at the Superdome.

You know who should be
quarterbacking tonight?

- Stabler.
- Me. We'll be ready to go in two minutes.

...go with ailing quarterback,
Kenny Stabler.

Damn it!

Yeah?

Right.

Sorry, girls.

- Any ID?
- A purse.

- What do you think?
- I think she died on the bed.

She couldn't have been killed in here
and dragged in there?

Possible, but not likely.

What time, about?

From the rigor mortis and body temp,
about 18 to 20 hours ago.

Hi, honey. We just wanted to wish you
a happy birthday.

Daddy also says he loves you.

We're excited you'll be home
for the weekend. Bye, dear.

He said she died 18 to 20 hours ago.

That would've made it
no sooner than midnight.

So what?

That clock looks like
it was broken in a struggle.

If it says 9:15...

why wasn't she killed until midnight?

Maybe someone wanted
three hours with her first.

I want everyone in this block interviewed.

The neighbors, delivery people,
mailmen, garbage people.

I want every garbage can and every sewer
looked into for a five-block radius.

You think it brings the crazies out?

They're always out.

- Good evening, Mrs. Holstein.
- How are you?

- How are those kids?
- Fine. They're asleep.

Death came from strangulation.

Ligature marks on the throat,
petechial hemorrhages around the neck.

There were also two parallel,
slightly indented marks on her wrists.

- From what?
- From handcuffs, possibly.

She had bruises on her arms
from being pinned to the floor...

and what looks like a knee bruise
on her chest.

Before she died, she was penetrated,
both vaginally and anally.

- What time did she die?
- Close to midnight.

You sure?

She ate a piece of banana cake at 7:00.

Then in the next hour-and-a-half
consumed eight ounces of white wine.

Chardonnay, I believe.

Then finished at 9:00 with a small amount
of Swiss vanilla almond ice cream.

Anything else, Detective?

Take a look.

First one is a human scalp hair.

The bulbous portion of the root
is still attached...

meaning it was wrenched out.

The next one, tapered one,
is an eyebrow hair.

And the one at the bottom is a pubic hair.

From the same person?

Dark-haired Caucasian,
probably male, probably in his 40s.

You're really nailing him down.

- What more do you want?
- His phone number and address.

His semen.

- What blood type?
- "O." Just like the night before last.

This is a common, everyday,
rayon and acetate fiber.

I found it sticking to the back
of Melanie Silber's neck.

I found this one
under Yvonne Larkin's fingernail.

The killer didn't leave prints
this time, either.

Every print in the bedroom
matched Melanie Silber's.

- But there's one thing I don't get.
- What?

There was a cup on the dresser
with traces of coffee.

- There weren't any prints on it.
- Yeah, I saw it. So what?

Why would he take the time
to drink a cup of coffee?

He was starting to enjoy himself.

Beryl Thibodeaux from the Rape
something or other wants to see you.

- Where is she?
- The reception room.

- Tell her I'm out.
- I did. She said she'd wait.

Good. Tell her I'm out of town.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

- I tried calling you five times.
- Sorry.

I'm not particularly eager
to talk to women...

who go around with chips
on their shoulder.

Tell everybody I'm doing a lousy job
and get everybody pissed off at me.

I wouldn't be eager to talk to them either.

I'm really not eager to talk to cops
who have a chip on their shoulder...

stereotype women from rape centers,
and then go to any length to avoid them.

I'm sure you don't care
for those kinds of cops either.

Another woman was strangled last night.

We're concerned
it could be the same killer.

- Why?
- Because she was killed in the same way.

Also because we heard a rumor
the murders might be connected.

- You know how it is with rumors.
- But it could be the same person?

- That possibility always exists.
- Do you have any evidence?

I'm not at liberty to discuss evidence
in this case.

Have you been able to establish a link
between the victims?

I can't discuss that either. I'm sorry.

All I'm asking is to be involved
in the investigation, all right?

Maybe we could put up
some warning posters.

That say some nut's going around the city
strangling women?

Yeah. Why not?

'Cause we're not sure it's true.

All it would do is terrify women
all over the city.

Maybe it should.

Did you brush your teeth?

You better get going.

Give your dad a smack.

Come on, kids. We got a big day.

- You want some honey?
- I don't eat sweets.

Do you eat drumsticks, mister?

- You need any help?
- Not on this one.

Who is it?

May I come in?

I heard you two worked together.

Doing what?

As a sandwich.

One on the top, the other on the bottom.

What else did you hear?

That you liked it.

That you liked her, but she split on you.

She developed a taste for cops.

Did she get close to any?

Cops don't get close to anybody.

Any of them come on to her?

They kept coming...

and coming.

That's the funny thing about cops.

You take a cop whose wife splits.

Sooner...

or later...

that cop...

will react like anybody else.

He'll start doing things...

he wouldn't have done before.

So, Block...

what happened
to the rest of the sandwich?

Somebody ate it.

You're 10 minutes late.

Ten minutes after he's down there,
he won't know the difference...

between the big hand and the little hand.

Promise?

Trust me.

- You're still awake. What's the matter?
- I can't sleep.

- Where did you go?
- To his house.

- What's it like?
- Big.

She ask about me?

No. But I told her about you anyway.

Where did you go tonight?

- Out to look for something.
- Did you find it?

I found out one thing. Know what it is?

That you should be in bed,
getting some sleep.

Looks like the same method. Go ahead.

How old is this one?

He found her.

- There's a filter on that drain?
- Yeah.

Empty it.

How long has she been in here?

About an hour.

- Anybody in here with her?
- Not that I saw.

From the hot tub's drain.

This is the brownie
found in Melanie Silber's apartment.

This is the mold I made from her teeth.

The mold doesn't match the impression.

I'll coat the bite pattern on the brownie
and run it under the SEM.

We might get a reading
that'll match the killer's teeth.

Thirty calls already.

Three from a Beryl Thibodeaux
at the Rape Center.

Check on the specific days of the crimes.

Meteorological reports,
phases of the moon, anything like that.

Would you check the CID
for any similar MOs?

Check all 42s in the area.

Get a tail on that hot tub guy, would you?

Check out all sexual arrests in the town
for the last two weeks.

That goes for somebody
who's been humping sheep...

- to some guy who's swinging his dick.
- You got it.

Here's the file.

Here he comes, Tim.

Are the murders connected?

Yes, we believe that the murders
were committed by the same killer.

So far, the victims have all been women...

linked to unusual
or aberrant sexual activity.

We recommend, however,
that all women exercise extreme caution...

until this killer is apprehended.

- Do you have any clues?
- I can't talk about it.

What's a hard-on, Daddy?

I heard Amanda say it,
and she won't tell me what it means.

Well, darling...

it's when a man is attracted to a woman...

he likes her. Understand?

No.

Well, he likes her in a certain way.

Why?

Well, sweetheart,
male bears like female bears...

and male bees like female bees.

And occasionally they get together and...

Dad?

Forget it.

You recognize this?

- Why should I?
- You drew it.

- So what?
- Tell me about it.

Jamie Cory came in here one day
saying this hot tub guy beat her up.

She wanted a tattoo, so I did it.

The hot tub guy says she came down here
and you beat her up.

Do I look like the kind of guy
who would do something like that?

Yeah.

You ever heard of a girl
named Melanie Silber?

Yeah. I like to beat her up, too.

Everybody's looking to get beat up.

What's your name?

You're hanging out
with the wrong kind of people, Block.

What kind would you suggest
I hang out with?

Someone who's more up your alley.

- Maybe I'll take you up on that sometime.
- And do what?

Take you bowling.

- I don't like bowling.
- Neither do I.

How you doing, Shorty?

Hello.

- You know a Jamie Cory?
- Sure. She wrestled here last night.

You know much about her?

Not as much as I'd have liked to.

She fought the blonde
with the big bazookas.

- Ice?
- What for?

- You didn't mention you knew her.
- You didn't ask.

Besides...

I thought you came here to bowl.

You recall seeing her
with anyone last night?

Yeah. There were a couple of guys.

Who?

Customers, you know,
guys trying to hit on her.

She let any of them?

No. She thought they were creeps.

What about other nights?

If she liked someone,
she might have done something about it.

But, by and large, just one-night stands?

Are there any other kind?

And you two knew each other very well?

Well enough.

Did she ever mention anything
about anybody using handcuffs on her?

I think so. She liked to get pretty kinky.

Remember who it might have been?

I think it was a cop.

Who knows, maybe it was you.

Can I help with anything?

How come you have to work so late
every night?

There's been three murders, hon.

Couldn't you just work during the day?

There are some people
I can only see at night.

What kind of people?

People that don't have day jobs.

Do you get hurt?

Tell me, Wes, how's things at home?

What do you mean?

I'm not sure yet
you're ready to run this task force.

Beryl Thibodeaux
talked to the Mayor about you.

And he called me.

He said if I don't come up
with something soon...

he's gonna start shitting all over me.

Shit runs downhill, Wes.

Yeah.

- No!
- Louder.

- No!
- Again.

Stop!

All right. Now...

in most of the situations
you'll encounter...

you will have several options.
Most important, don't stop thinking.

He's counting on you going catatonic...

and being petrified with fear
and surrendering. Keep thinking.

First, you could try and reason with him.

If that doesn't work, blow your whistle.
Start yelling.

The yell we've just learned, yell it out.

Don't forget. He's got his adrenalin going.
Make sure you pump up yours.

At this point, our goal...

is to disable your attacker.

Now, several ways
of sending him a message are...

stomping on his toes...

scratching his eyes...

hitting this vital point,
here, in the throat...

kicking into his kneecaps...

striking his solar plexus...

and if he still keeps on acting tacky...

then you can always drop back...

and punt.

Hi.

I'll bet you were just about to knock.

Actually, I was just going to hang out here
and be tacky.

Tell me, Detective Blot.

Block. Wes Block.

- How do you like the Rape Center?
- I love it.

Would you care
to make a charitable donation?

- Any reason I should?
- Yeah.

Maybe I'll talk about the Mayor.

I hear you go out with him.

Once in a while.

I hear he's gay.

Would you like a date with him?

I would like him off my back.

Don't tell me he's interrupted
your busy schedule?

Awful, ain't it?

Yeah. Maybe you should have told him
you were out of town.

Listen, I called him...

because I'm playing by your rules.
If you'd help me, I'd like to help you.

The killer is a Caucasian,
blood type "O"...

in his mid 40s.

We found traces of a red fiber
on all the victims.

From what?

We don't know.

Any suspects?

About 120,000 of them.

Anything you would like me
to tell the Mayor?

Yeah. He's one of them.

Daddy!

- Am I heavy?
- Not to me, you're not.

I weigh 50 now!

- I missed you.
- I missed you, too, sweetheart.

I tried to call, but the phone's been busy.
You and your sister sure are gabby.

Did your mother call?

Mind if I have one?

I heard you had a phone call.

She's getting married.

She wants us to come to the wedding.

She also said something
about having us come live with her.

Could she do that?

I don't know, baby.

I used to make these for her.

I know.

But I like making them for you better.

Seen any of these?

No. Too bad.

Yeah, I've seen her in here before.

Anybody ever get violent with her?

That's part of the turn-on, isn't it?

You know who it was?

No.

What about you?

You ever see her in here before?

No.

You recognize her?

No.

Why don't you come on in?

Close the door.

- When did they find it?
- About 20 minutes ago.

What's up?

Smudge marks
from Melanie Silber's bedroom.

- Can you tell anything?
- Yeah. It's mostly good old dirt.

What about this morning?

There were cuff marks on her wrists.

Anything else?

This.

We struck out with the hot tub guy.
Wrong blood type.

- Maybe we should...
- What was her name?

Who?

The girl at the river.

Judy Harper. A nurse.

Every mass murderer has a motive, Wes.

It could be as bizarre
as voices commanding him to kill.

The voices could come from God
or from the refrigerator.

Or it could be as simple as anger,
frustration, revenge.

That's why he uses handcuffs
on the women.

- Has he contacted you?
- No.

- I wouldn't be surprised if he did.
- Why?

Once you started going after him...

you became closer to him
than anyone else...

unless there's another psychopath
out doing the same thing.

I'm not sure how close I want to get.

There's a darkness inside all of us, Wes.

You, me, and the man down the street.

Some have it under control,
others act it out.

The rest of us try to walk a tightrope
between the two.

Want to go hoist some oysters?

I've never seen you work out there before.

I came there looking for you.

We found another body.

I know.

I'm sorry about it.

Why tell me?

I didn't know who else to tell.

You didn't have to bring me here
to tell me that.

No.

- Thank you.
- So why did you?

I saw you working out in that gym.

I was wondering what you'd be like.

Why the sudden interest?

I was wondering if you came alone.

What else were you wondering?

You really want to know?

Yeah.

What it would be like...

to lick the sweat off your body.

Do you always say exactly
what's on your mind?

You don't like it?

It could be a little more subtle.

What I said?

More the way you said it.

How would you like me to say it?

As if you're not saying it to somebody
every night.

What else would you like?

I'd like to find out
what's underneath the front you put on.

Maybe you wouldn't like what you'd find.

Maybe you're scared I would.

- You're not married.
- What makes you say that?

Just a hunch.

Did you hear the one about the cop
whose wife left him a note...

saying she'd fallen in love
with anyone else?

Did your wife leave you a note?

No, she left me two kids.

- Where is she now?
- Still here in New Orleans.

Have you ever thought of moving away?

Twenty-eight years ago,
I borrowed $40 from my father...

packed up an old beat-up suitcase,
took a bus, and came here.

I was 17 at the time.

I walked through the French Quarter,
looked out over the Mississippi...

and swore I'd never leave.

- Ever come close?
- Only once.

When I looked down
and saw that suitcase missing.

Have you ever been married?

- No.
- How come?

I guess I haven't met the right man.

Maybe I scared him away.

Definitely wasn't the right man.

- My mother thinks it's my job.
- What do you think?

It doesn't matter.

- I like what I do.
- Helping women?

Men, too.

What makes you so sure they need it?

We all need it.

Okay, gals. Come on, wake up.

We gotta go back to our own beds.

- Hi, Dad.
- Where you been?

Come on, get on my back.

Your dad had a date tonight.

Who with?

Somebody he met.

- Where did you go?
- Out on the river.

- Is she nice?
- Yeah.

- Do you like her?
- Yeah, she's nice.

- Did you kiss her?
- Come on, give me a break, will you?

I bet that's her right now,
and she wants to see you again.

You can have a hard-on anytime you want.

"Another one will soon be dead.

"You can stop it
if you knew what was ahead."

Think it's from a crank?

No.

Sam's. What's that?

I'm Sam.

You're strong.

I love being punished by a strong man.

He said you'd want this.

What for?

Me.

He's wrong.

He said you were just like him.

Who's "he"?

Use the whip.

You're to wear this to Praline's.

I don't know who he is.

Looking for something...

Alice?

He said this was your first time.

- Who?
- You don't know?

He bought me for you.

You've seen him?

When was he supposed to pay you?

Right after this,
at that old warehouse across the street.

You go on over to that warehouse
and collect your money.

- You don't want it?
- No.

He said you did.
You just don't know it yet.

He's wrong.

How do you know if you haven't tried it?

Maybe I have.

I'm at a warehouse at 1416 Water.

We searched the whole warehouse.
He's gone.

- The saliva on the stamps tested...
- Blood type "O."

Right.

The notes are from...

a '72 Olivetti.

The letters "e" and "s" are worn down,
the "k" is misaligned.

That's all I can tell.

- What about the red ribbon?
- Same as the fibers from other victims.

"If you knew what's ahead."

Becky?

She could still be alive.

Couldn't she?

Still no sign?

It won't be long.

Any luck with him?

No.

You're letting him go?

I heard you knew her, too.

That's right.

Just out of curiosity, Wes...

did you happen to know
any of the other victims?

No.

You have someone
who could drive by my house?

Your kids?

Sure.

Remember the smudge marks
in Melanie Silber's bedroom?

- The killer made them.
- How do you know?

They have the same chemical composition
as particles on that doll.

Any idea what they are?

Some kind of glass fragments
coated with a barley residue.

- What could they come from?
- Who knows?

Maybe a grain storage bin.

He must have picked up the fragments
in the treads of his tennis shoes.

He wore tennis shoes?

By tomorrow,
I might even know the make.

Hello.

Hi, can I see you tonight?

I've got some work.

Can it wait?

Are you okay?

I don't know.

They found one of the bodies near here.

I know.

- They're getting closer.
- Closer to what?

To me.

Do you investigate many sexual crimes?

Why?

I was wondering
if they've had any effect on you.

They did make me want
to treat my wife a little more tenderly.

How did she respond?

She said she wasn't interested
in tenderness.

They're nice kids.

Yeah, they're about the only thing
in my life I haven't screwed up.

Some people don't even have that.

Why didn't your wife take them
when she left?

Because they were part of what she left.

What did you tell them?

I didn't tell them anything.
They already knew.

Do they get jealous
when you bring a woman over?

I don't bring a woman home.

What about that woman
you just bumped into?

She's just sort of a friend.

Would that kind of friend...

have anything to do
with your wife leaving?

I made those kind of
friends after she left.

Can we come back
tomorrow night, Daddy?

We'll talk about that later.

I want a balloon.

Here, I got it.

Dad?

Beryl's nice.
She's pretty, too, don't you think?

Yeah.

- I can tell she wants to see you again.
- You can, can you?

If I were you, I'd ask
her out this weekend.

You would, would you?

- Find out if she likes dogs.
- Of course.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

You should see my place sometimes.

I don't exactly have
a lot of help around here.

Now, why do you think he uses handcuffs?

Control?

Do you use them very often?

That depends.

On what?

The situation.

- When you feel you're threatened?
- Yeah, you could say that.

With these, no one can get to you?

They'll stop just about anyone.

From Jamie Cory's clothing.

We traced the serial numbers.

It's payroll money, Louisiana Bank,
sent to 2401 Tulane Avenue.

Even if the killer saw her
at the Body Shop, who's to say...

he gave her the money?
It could have been some drunk.

Luther found minute glass fragments
on them. Just like ones on the doll.

He also found a barley residue...

he says resembles the smudge marks
on the carpet.

Barley?

What's at 2401 Tulane?

Dixie Brewery.

- How many employees?
- Almost a thousand.

- All of them have medical files?
- Sure.

Good. We'll start checking the blood type
"O"s and work our way from there.

Look, isn't it possible she could
have got them from someone else?

No.

Amanda's kitchen.

What's doing?

Dinner.

Sorry, I won't be there.
I've got to work late.

You save some for me.

There'll be plenty. Don't worry.

Tell Mrs. Holstein to lock up.

You look after your sister, will you?

Got you, Dad.

You'd like another car to check on them?

Yeah.

Mrs. Holstein?

- Penny.
- Daddy?

Yeah, wake up.

He could be back. I want you
to get in the closet, stay there...

and don't come out
until your dad says so, okay?

Stay right there.

It's all right.

She's ready, Wes.

We checked everywhere. No sign of him.

- Joe.
- Yeah?

- Was she...
- No.

I hate you, son of a bitch!

I hate you, motherfucker!
I'm going to break your motherfucking ass.

We talked a bit. She felt better.

She'll be able to rest now.

It wasn't your fault.

No one could have known what he'd do.

No one but me.

There are 255 male Caucasians
with blood type "O" at Dixie.

Fifty of them were working the night shift
during the murders.

Check and see
if any of the others have records.

Check the hair colors of those samples
we've got, would you...

and the dental records along with it.

Ask their Personnel about a Leander Rolfe.

- How is she today?
- She's better.

Penny wants to spend the night,
is that all right?

Yeah, it's all right.

You wait out here.

My mother used to wear this.

Maybe you'd like to wear it, too.

Telephone.

- Yeah?
- Bingo.

Leander Rolfe just finished 11 years
at Angola State Prison...

for going nuts one night.

- And raping two teenagers.
- You remember him?

Yeah. He was a cop.

You knew him?

I arrested him.

He just left Dixie Brewery a half hour ago.

- What room is he in?
- 316.

Let's go.

You try in there.

How long has it been?

About an hour.

Do you think he saw us?

I don't know. Maybe.

I just called, and no one answered.

Well, she's in there, and so is Restic.

Vic, anything?

Jake, Vic's not answering.

I'm okay.

Get inside, will you, Joe?

You all right, Wes?