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Glenn?

Ye?

Inspection seal's been busted.

Damn crackheads.

Hello?

Anyone here?

You need to clear out.

You can wait for sunrise and the bulldozer or...

The hell?

Has anybody been inside yet?

LAPD eyeballed it. We've been waiting on you.

You sure it's our guy?

Unidentified female, hands de-gloved, face sliced off.

Only half sliced off, according to the detectives on scene.

Looks like maybe something scared him off before he could finish.

He got far enough.

Boss, the top of the left shoulder looks like maybe he took a birthmark.

Coroner's putting time of dealer at just before midnight.

Is there anybody on the LA municipal payroll that hasn't touched my crime scene?

Where's Alvarez?

Uh, I think she had her kids tonight.

Yeah, Web, it's her day off.

- Why don't the four of us...? - You know, somebody just got a day off forever.

We don't process until the team's assembled,

so page her.

Hair and fiber's gonna be a bitch.

This place is used by addicts, kids, other vermin.

This is different.

Yeah, this isn't like the other dump sites.

It's not a dump site.

She was killed here.

Yeah, Margaret, it's Mel.

We've got a body here at 631 Beacon Avenue, downtown.

Web wants us all here.

It wasn't a birthmark.

Upper left shoulder, it was a tattoo.

Process it.

Thought you want to wait till everyone was here.

Everyone is here.

The ninth victim of the UNSUB is Margaret Alvarez, 44, divorced, mother of two...

Special Agent,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

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He come out yet?

Not yet.

Day three.

Well, he's got that side door.

It's not like he's sleeping in there.

You think he sleeps?

Why are you packing up her desk?

I thought her ex-husband was going to come and do it.

Yeah, well, he's supposed to, but I can't sit there anymore just staring at it.

I'll help you.

I never understood this whole cat thing.

Did Alvarez seem like a cat person to you?

Did she even have a cat?

I don't know.

I'm starting to think that I didn't really know anything about her.

I mean, I sat across from her for two years, and I never thought to ask.

How did she let this guy get close enough to do this to her?

Look, Paul, maybe she was on to something.

Yeah, maybe.

But I can't find any indication that she was

following up some lead that we don't know about.

'Cause there aren't any leads.

Haven't been for 18 months and nine bodies.

We're this guys cleanup crew.

That's it.

He come out yet?

Not yet.

Look, the killer didn't pick Margaret's name out of a hat, Danny.

No, he picked it off our front door.

She was the lead profiler on the task force that's been hunting him for over a year.

That's why he killed her.

Any one of us could be next.

I'm looking for Supervisor Special Agent Virgil Webster.

He should be expecting me.

Well, that's his office there.

You could try knocking.

Rebecca Locke.

Just leave them there.

Okay.

Excuse me.

DC to LAX. Alvarez is barely cold, he's already replaced her.

What did you expect?

Some respect.

For who?

For you? For Alvarez?

We're just moving parts in his machine, Danny.

He's not disrespecting anyone.

He's just replacing a fan belt.

You've had a chance to review the case file?

Yes.

The suspect profile seems complete.

I'll be honest.

I'm not sure what you expect me to add.

A fresh pair of eyes.

My team is good.

But we've been close to this case for over a year.

Too close, it now appears.

You are aware this isn't my field of expertise?

You applied to the Behavioral Science Program while you were at Quantico.

I was denied.

Twice.

But your test scores were extremely high.

My instructors felt I was better suited to statistical analysis.

Your instructors were wrong.

And so were you.

The suspect profile is not complete.

If it was, the woman who compiled it would not be dead.

She missed something.

I disagree.

I believe she accurately described the killer.

The victims, Agent Locke.

She knew nothing about the victims.

Special Agent Rebecca Locke.

Barely two years out of Quantico.

A rookie.

She's coming off a stint as an analyst with Homeland Security.

Color codes.

Her work on Internet cryptograms helped disrupt the Birmingham al Qaeda cell.

You figure she's the reason we're still at yellow?

All right, the victims.

The first right were all white femelles between the ages of 17 and 25.

Margaret Alvarez was a Latino woman in her 40s.

True.

Well, she wasn't his taste.

She didn't fit the victim profile.

She did when he was done with her.

He carved it into her.

Yes, but the age and race are likely only incidental here.

What doesn't seem incidental is the fact that

the first eight victimes were all new in town.

You have developed a theory.

Still developing.

That's weird

Virtually nothing before Quantico.

Like she didn't exist before then.

What'd they do, grow her out of a dish?

Wait.

It's just restricted.

You could just go through her stuff.

You've looked into her background.

I have.

Well, then you know that Margaret Alvarez had a lot in common with those newcomers.

She was alone.

It's not just her.

The killer's signature seems off.

Because in previous attacks,

the de-gloving of the hands was always the last thing he did?

Yes.

So why change now?

I'd, uh, like to study the data more closely before I offer an opinion.

Of course.

Were there any drugs found in her system?

I'm waiting on the report from toxicology.

Has there been a memorial service?

You think the suspect would be drawn to such an event?

Actually, I was just wondering if the body was still here.

Danny?

Special Agents Melody Sim, Danny Love, Paul Ryan.

Special Agent Rebecca Locke.

She'll be with us.

Paul, why don't you show her around?

Start with the morgue.

She'd like to see who she's replacing.

So, officially, we're part of the Bureau's Violent Crime section.

In reality, we work for Web.

While we have the full ressources of the L.A. field office,

we're semi-autonomous, and by that I mean completely independent.

We take the cases Web chooses.

We pursue him to his satisfaction.

Which may or may not be to completion.

He gets bored sometimes.

Listen, I can find the morgue on my own.

I know this isn't just some case; she was your friend.

Well, Alvarez wasn't my friend.

She wasn't anybody's friend.

Oh.

Besides, you won't get through the door with that visitor's pass.

I have to go with you.

Right.

So what's your story?

What do you mean?

Web picks his people for one reason: they have something he needs.

I'm just curious.

So am I.

What do you have that he needs?

A conscience.

We, uh... we knew he was due.

He's been accelerating over the last months, so we were expecting him to strike.

We just... weren't expecting this.

The epidermal layer of the right hand.

Yep, found at the scene.

In every other instance, he took the epidermis of both hands with him.

He took everything with him, including the faces.

Why do you think he left everything behind this time?

Uh, for the same reason he didn't finish.

He was in a hurry. We're working a theory that he might've been interrupted,

which could mean that there's a witness.

LAPD's assisting us with the canvass.

What was her dominant hand?

She was a south paw.

What's going on?

Left-handed...

Toxicology?

Just in. She was clean.

So no drugs.

No, no, he didn't drug any of the other victims, either.

He wants them to feel what he's doing to them.

Yes... but he didn't do this.

Ah.

What?

I think it's probable your UNSUB didn't commit this crime.

And if I'm right...

I know who did.

You expect us to believe Alvarez did this to herself?

Everything points to suicide.

Since when?

It was staring us in the face, Danny.

We just couldn't see it.

We were too close.

Oh, but Clarice Starling here takes one look and can tell she's making a woman suit?

Look at the photos.

The crime scene was staged.

I believe it was staged by the victim.

No one was more familier with the signature than Agent Alvarez.

You know, I tried giving myself a tattoo in the Marines once.

Didn't work out. I'll tell you why. 'Cause it hurt!

You can't just tear off your own face.

Actually, you can.

There are several documented cases of this kind of self-mutilation.

The patient experiences a deep psychotic break...

You're buying into this?

The toxicology report showed that there were no drugs in her system.

Oh, well, long as there are no drugs, I guess case closed.

Hey, will you just shut up for two seconds and listen, okay?

That's why we're here.

We weren't listening to the evidence.

We weren't listening to Alvarez.

So just listen.

There were no drugs in her system... but there should've been.

Margaret Alvarez was bipolar.

She was diagnosed shortly after the birth of her first child.

She applied for disability in 1998.

At that time, she was prescribed lithium.

We should've found trace amounts.

We don't know how long she'd been off her medication.

She was a head case?

She was living with a treatable illness, like millions of other people.

It's part of what made her good at what she did.

You knew about her problem?

I know about all your problems, Danny.

That's why you're here.

What are we going to tell her family?

That she did this to herself?

We tell them nothing.

Margaret Alvarez was the ninth victim.

It was her job to get into the killer's head, and instead, she let him get into hers.

What we should be thinking about is what

we're going to tell the family of the tenth victim.

He's still out there, people.

He's due.

Mr. Sheldon!

Uh... lurk much?

I was just leaving you a note.

How'd the job hunting go?

Uh, okay. Not great.

Still working on it.

Uh, I'm going to need that rent, Donna.

I'm going to need it soon, or else we're going to have to come to some other arrangement...

Um... here's your key card.

You're going to need it to get into the building.

Thanks.

Yeah, which, uh, means either you snack past security this morning, or, uh...

you never left last night.

Supervisor Webster was wrong.

He said the killer was still due, and he's not.

He's past due.

We have to assume he's already takin his next victim,

and we can't just sit and wait for the next body to turn up.

Yeah, well, that's half the job.

The waiting.

No, he's the one that's waiting.

Waiting for us to find it.

And what?

His message.

We just have to be sure we're listening.

Margaret knew that.

Margaret?

It's why she did what she did.

She's baiting him.

Pushing him off pattern, making him show himself.

Rebecca... she's not doing anything.

Okay? She's dead.

There was a method to her madness.

If we can anticipate where he might hit next, we'll find that message.

Well, that's been the problem.

See, the victims have been takin from locations all over the city grid.

I've extended the search parameters.

Found a few things.

The most promising is a theft complaint filed with the LAPD.

A landlord in Silverlake says a tenant owes him rent, skipped town.

How's that promising?

The tenant was a 22-year-old female who moved to L.A. two months ago.

Now she's missing.

What?

Do you really think I'm going to ignore one of your huches after yesterday?

FBI?

It's a month and a half back rent.

Didn't expect anyone to make a federal case out of it.

Well, your government takes your concerns very seriously, sir.

So, what makes you think she left for good?

Her personal stuff's all gone.

Place comes furnished.

Least she didn't take any of that.

The rent skippers usually do.

That's weird. I know I locked that.

Think she came back?

My pony likes you.

Hey.

Rebecca, you with me?

Oh, God.

Message received.

Is that the best we can do?

Without breaking the laws of physics.

Well, I want better.

Fine! You'll pay the ticket.

Look, all I can do is scan.

As long as he's dumb enough to keep feeding this to me live,

I'll pull frames as they appear.

So this is live?

It's a fresh feed, anyway.

Let's just hope he doesn't pull the plug before we can trace it.

He'll pull the plug when she's dead, not before.

He wants us to see everything.

You were right.

He's offended by Alvarez's forgery.

Oh! Oh, you want to dance, huh?

All right. Let's dance.

What do you got, Carter?

Oh, he felt me breathing, and it's making him twitchy.

He's hopping between five switching nodes in different parts of the city.

I'm running him up a single node right now.

How long will this take?

This will take just as...

...that long.

Park Plaza Hotel, MacArthur Park.

I think it's abandoned now.

Good choice.

He's got her underground.

Danny, prep your tactical team.

And nobody goes in until you get there.

You... suit up.

You're going with him.

Standard sweep formation!

You two hang back in the rear till we're secure. Go!

Help me!

Oh, God, help me!

Help!

Oh, God.

Please, help.

Ram!

This isn't us.

Wait.

- Somebody help me. - He rigged the server with a delay.

Help!

So, uh, listen, she's pretty shaken up.

Will you tell me when the EMTs get here?

Yeah. All right.

I feel like an idiot.

Yeah, you shouldn't.

That was a completely normal reaction.

Not 'cause I hit the deck that was just physiology.

I'm an idiot because I let him get to me.

I couldn't get to him and... he got to me.

Made me feel hope.

No.

Yes.

They'll take you to Cedars and check you out.

It's procedure.

Fine.

You want me to go with you?

No.

Hey, Sonny, it's Paul.

Yeah, listen, how's your security clearance?

Good.

I need a favor.

I know who she is.

There's a reason her history doesn't stretch back before Quantico.

She wasn't Rebecca Locke.

She was Becky George.

Pretty notorious case.

Ineptly handled.

They could have used you on it.

Most ten-year-old girls that get snatched, they don't make it home.

They certainly don't make it home on their own.

She was tough.

She still is.

Why'd she change her name?

Any number of reasons.

Your namesake, the Apostle...

he took another name, after he saw the light.

Well, she saw the dark.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think her old name made people ask questions

questions that she couldn't answer

like, what had he done to her?

Was there really no time in 18 months that she couldn't get away?

But the question it made me ask?

How does somebody with that background pass her academy psych screening?

Imagine my complete lack of surprise when I was told

it was stamped, "Approved: Virgil Webster."

Yeah.

You've been watching her a long time, haven't you, Web?

What do you want, Paul?

Margaret Alvarez is dead.

And for that, I blame her.

And me, and Danny and Mel, too.

But mostly, Web... I blame you.

I know you do.

Yeah, you see there?

You are so good at reading people, it's hard for me to believe

that you couldn't read the one person you were closest to.

You honestly believe that I would have allowed that to happen had I known?

You didn't want to know.

You were more concerned with solving the case.

Maybe if all of us were more concerned with solving the case, it would be.

So you're gonna solve it now by touching this girl's scars and using her pain?

This girl has a gift, Paul, forged in pain, and she wants me to use her.

I bet that's what the guy who stole her the first time told himself.

Do not reach for your weapon.

I know I'm not supposed to be here.

You're a federal agent investigating a murder.

Of course you're here.

How did you know?

I read your thoughts.

Not really. I had no idea you'd be here.

But I think I know why you're here, unless you came for that plant.

Just tell me what I missed.

You tell me.

We know who this man is.

We may not have a name, but we know who he is by what he does.

He kills.

No.

They die.

The body is fragile. Death just happens.

What does he do?

He takes their hands.

Is that what he takes?

Fingerprints.

He's taking their fingerprints.

What else?

Their faces.

Why?

He's... erasing them.

Stealing their identities.

Making them into nothing.

They were already nothing.

He could tell that the moment he laid eyes on them.

No.

He may have seen them as nothing, but that's not how they saw themselves.

They were lying... trying to be something they weren't.

He's making them honest.

But he's wrong about them.

You come to a place like this from a place like that,

you're not trying to be something you're not.

You're trying to be something you are.

You just don't know what that is yet.

You need to figure it out.

That's why you're here.

Plenty of opportunity here.

The city is big.

Bigger than you thought.

Lonely.

You buy a plant.

Why?

Cheers me up?

Two months, still no job.

Landlord's knocking on my door.

It bothers me, but I know how I could earn some credit with him.

In your dreams, pal.

You'd have thought in a city this size you'd be able to find a decent job.

Problem is, it's too big.

Could it be anymore spread out?

I mean, you really do need a car, which...

I can't afford and the buses are gross.

The subways are nice.

We're here.

The first victim, Laura Jenkins, taken here.

The second, here.

Victims three and six from this area.

The fourth girl, Allyson Beatrice, taken from her home here.

And Sandra Fogler.

We know how he finds them.

He rides the trains.

His name is Gareth Hoff.

He's 32. He has a sheet.

Mostly petty stuff, some B&E's, some lewds, nothing violent.

He likes to sniff the ladies' knickers.

I hate sniffers.

Yeah, he's not winning a whole lot of points with the whole serial sex-killer thing, either.

How do we know it's the same guy?

Can you enhance Two, please?

He seems to be shadowing...

this woman.

Donna Burton.

Two days before her abduction.

And the January tape?

Allyson Beatrice, the fourth victim.

We've also found images of Sandra Fogler and Carrie March.

That's four of our nine victims, but we have to assume they all rode these trains.

We could only search back so far.

Yeah, our memory cache gets purged when it fills.

Let's pick him up.

Well, we would if we could.

His last known court-mandated place of residence was the Harman Halfway House.

Three days ago he signed out at the front desk and he hasn't been seen since.

But given his acceleration, we expect he's already on the hunt.

If he is our predator, we throw up a net, he might smell it.

Which is why we're going to give him something else to smell.

Fresh meat.

You're going under.

Cool.

Gotta say, she is his taste.

Also I think it's a terrible idea.

It makes perfect sense.

He needs to be lured out, and I fit the victim profile.

Yeah, well, that's the part that worries me.

Look, he's not going to do anything in public.

That's not his M.O.

She's not being sent out to take him down, just to lure him out.

Mel, we need a little makeover.

You got it. Come on.

I think we've got something in your size.

Danny, I need three undercover agents on every platform.

And Danny... this time, let's put the "plain" back in "plainclothes."

It's not dinner theater.

Paul, mobile unit, street-side.

I need a response time under two minutes.

So she fit the victim profile?

Was she always going to be bait?

This was her idea.

Sure, it was.

Wow. She looks different.

Support, let her know you're there.

Once you're on the train, we go blind.

The audio is spotty, so you're on your own.

Nothing I'm not used to.

My ride's here.

The hook is baited.

Shadow's moving.

What happens to bait?

It gets eaten alive.

Eyes on the map, okay?

This pond is empty.

I'm calling it.

He's here. I can feel him.

No. If he was going to make a move, he would have made it by now.

This is your stop.

Just a little more time.

This is not a negotiation.

Agent Love will meet you.

Danny?

I'll be there.

She's not getting off the train.

Agent Locke, you're ordered off the train.

What the hell is she doing?

Agent Locke, you're ordered off the train!

Agent Locke!

Danny, next stop is Lankershim east.

I want her physically removed from the train if necessary.

Copy that. I'll be there.

Agent Locke...

what is your location?

Universal Station.

Foot pursuit.

Suspect is on the move.

He's targeting a young female.

I'm on it.

Negative. Do not engage.

Wait for support.

Agent Locke!

Federal Agent! Do not move!

Down to the ground! Now! Now!

It's okay.

We got him. We got him.

He keeps saying he's sorry. He didn't mean to hurt anybody.

- Yeah, well, so long as he's sorry. - He hasn't asked for a lawyer.

He won't.

Interrogation's set. We get him first.

All right. Let's transport him.

You and you ride with him.

You, that train goes directly to LAX.

Why don't you ride it?

What?

I've called ahead. Your bags will meet you.

There's a ticket waiting for you at the United counter to take you back to D.C.

You're kidding.

I'm not kidding.

And I wasn't kidding when I gave you a direct order to stand down.

And now you don't work for me.

This was her arrest.

My report will reflect exactly that, if she makes her flight.

I suggest you make it.

I'll meet you guys back at the ranch.

Skyman says...

Skyman says...

Hey. Almost missed my ride.

So that was exciting, huh?

I'm sorry. I don't remember your name.

You never asked, but it's on my shirt.

Skyman says...

Skyman says...

Follow the pretty ladies.

Show me... Skyman can see. He can see.

He's watching!

So, do you always do this undercover thing?

No.

'Cause I thought you were really good at it

pretending to be something you're not.

It seemed to come natural.

Of course, I guess you're not anything now.

I mean, now that you're fired.

Yeah, your boss... he, uh...

he was really pissed.

He, uh... he dissed you in front of the whole room.

I guess you really are alone.

Who is Gareth Hoff?

A "special needs" child.

A back-of-the-short-bus dummy.

He's... "handi-capable," right?

Point out which whores for him to follow, and he draws me a map.

Sometimes I give him a pair of their underwear afterward. He's-he's kind of a pervert.

What does that make you?

A clarifier.

I unmask the truth.

I strip away the lies. I don't have sex with them.

Son of a bitch. He's not answering.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Where you going?

None of these trains go to LAX!

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

The pieces of them that you take

what do you do with them?

I have one, too.

Wouldn't it be really sad if I had to shoot that little boy or his mother just 'cause you're a bitch?

I think it would be really sad.

It's not your M.O.

Yeah. He kept saying that.

The UNSUB, or whatever, won't attack in public. Do you know what it was like to sit there and listen to him for hours, just yammering in my head?

He doesn't know a thing about me.

I want to know about you.

Why?

You didn't even know my name.

I'm only wearing it.

What are you wearing?

What's underneath this mask?

It's not a mask.

It's all painted like a mask.

I see you from my room.

You're all the same.

Act like you're somebody.

Think you're special? You're not.

Who do you think you are?

- We're getting off here. - That'd be a mistake.

We still have people on all these platforms.

Sorry. I think I know a little more about it than you do.

I was sitting right there when he called them off.

So now what?

You going to take me someplace and make me into nobody?

The joke's on you.

I was made a nobody a long time ago by something a hell of a lot scarier than you.

You think I'm scary?

Simon Gunther!

Let her go!

Damn.

Did that backwards.

Rebecca.

What happened?

We got the bad guy.

There probably won't be a trial.

It was a set-up.

You made sure he knew I'd be on that train.

And that I'd be alone.

You weren't alone.

Are you going to fall down?

No.

That's my girl.

Look after her, will you?

Count on it.