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Hey!

Jane Doe.

Found last night
entombed in a tenement wall

by an agent following an anonymous tip.

Time of death, approximately 2100 hours,
from three stab wounds to the abdomen.

Dirt and clay were found
under the nails of her right hand.

What are those lacerations
on her arms and feet?

Predation from rats.

The agent was led to her body
by the sound of their feeding.

Anyone?

She was killed someplace else.

She clawed at the dirt
before succumbing to her injuries.

That's possible.

What else would help us ID this victim,
find the killer?

- It's obvious, isn't it?
- What is?

The chipped nail polish.

The drugstore hair rinse.

This is a single woman, unemployed.

That's why no one's ID'd her.

You found blood alcohol?

Point zero four.

She hooked up with the wrong man in a bar.

He killed her.

- This man has killed before.
- And you know that because...?

That bruise beneath her ribs,
it's from the hilt of a knife,

The killer intended a single blow -

the blade thrusting upward
at a 45-degree angle into the heart,

causing death instantly -

but she struggled, so he missed.

Then he got mad.

Like I said - obvious.

Agent Scully?

Great. Thank you.

- You got something?
- Quite a lot.

We've identified your Jane Doe
as Ellen Persich.

- 28, from Redland, Maryland.
- How'd you make the ID so fast?

The bar she was at last night
is half a mile from where another woman,

Rita Shaw, was murdered two weeks ago,
apparently by the same killer.

The body John found
was the second victim?

This says that Rita Shaw was found
in a ditch, dead from a single knife wound.

The woman I found was plastered
behind a wall and stabbed three times.

I didn't make the connection at first,

but the lab confirms that it
was the same knife in both killings.

- How did you make the connection?
- I didn't.

But one of my students realized

that the killer only meant
to stab Doggett's victim once.

The other wounds were
out of anger because he missed.

- That's a pretty astute observation.
- Amazingly so.

- Does this cadet have any other answers?
- Like what?

I wanna know why someone tipped me off
to this case, cos this isn't an X-File.

I don't know, Agent Doggett, but now that
you've got this case, I'd say run with it.

Cadet Hayes. Rudolph Hayes.

I'm Agent Doggett.
This is Agent Reyes.

Is that part of the training here, Cadet?
Smelling body parts?

This man's flesh smells of creosote,

but his skin is soft... untanned.

He worked indoors,
a hardware store, probably.

The tear marks at his elbow
go from left to right.

He was broadsided in a car accident.

His hands gripped the wheel so hard,
his thumb bone snapped on impact.

You determined all that
just by looking at that arm?

I see things.

We came to thank you.

Because of your analysis, we were able
to work up a profile to catch the murderer.

- What's the profile?
- White male, 25 to 35, ex-military.

Employed near the bars where he met...
Why are you shaking your head?

The profile's wrong.

Your killer is in his forties,
a felon recently arrived from out of state.

His parole officer thinks
he's looking for a job.

He already has one,
working for organized crime.

He's killed many people.

He's gonna keep on killing.

Kind of annoying, isn't he?

John.

Nicholas Rigali?

I'm Agent Reyes.
This is Agent Doggett.

Don't put 'em away so fast, Agents.
I wanna read 'em.

John J...

Dogg... ett.

Monica Reyes.

Mr Rigali, you're in town in violation of
the terms of your parole back in New York.

Call my parole officer.
She'll tell you I'm here looking for work.

You come here often, Mr Rigali?

Like last night, when Ellen Persich
got murdered in the parking lot out back?

Last night? I don't remember.

Maybe you remember
being at the Bent Oak.

Bartender says
he saw you there two weeks ago.

Same night a woman named Rita Shaw
got stabbed in the heart.

What do you have to say about that,
Mr Rigali?

You folks don't know
what you're dealing with.

You don't wanna play this game, flatfoot.
Not with me.

You like to kill women, Mr Rigali?

You may think you can get away with it
but that's not gonna happen.

Like I said, you really don't know
what you're dealing with.

I think we do.

Agent Dogg... ett,

Agent Reyes.

- How long you been standing there?
- Not long.

I'm glad you dropped by. I wanted
to tell you we hit pay dirt with your profile.

No arrest yet but we're building our case.

There's something else.

There's another case
I'd like you to take a look at.

A seven-year-old boy
rides his bike around the block.

His mom's on the porch counting his laps.

He waves to her every time he goes by,

and after six laps
he doesn't come back around.

She goes looking for him.

She finds his bike lying on the sidewalk.

There's no witnesses.

No ransom demands.

No clue as to who took him or why.

The cops search door to door,
block to block for two days.

Nothing, no news at all.

And after three days...
they find him in a field.

It's all in here. The particulars...

about my son.

I've been over this
I don't know how many times.

But after nine years,
there's not a lot to go on.

You were such a big help yesterday.

If there's anything you see here...

Agent Doggett,
that case I helped you with yesterday?

That is your son's.

What is this?

Unsolved murders.

I started collecting them
before I came to the FBI.

I couldn't tell you why.

What do you do with these?

If I sit with them... for a long time...

very quietly...

they tell me things.

That's howl see what I see.

You've been following my son's case.

For a long time.

He calls to me.

Cadet, you should know
there's a real good chance you're nuts.

Do you recognize that man?

It's Bob Harvey.
It's the closest we ever had to a suspect.

He died, killed in a car crash
last year in New Orleans.

This man killed my son?

He took him.
He didn't kill him.

Are you saying the same man
that killed those women killed my son?

This guy Rigali?

Assistant Director?
Can I have a minute?

It's not a good time.
I'm off to a meeting with the director.

- This can't wait.
- And the director can?

OK. You've got one minute.

When you were in New York,
you worked the organized crime task force.

Mm-hm.

Did you ever hear of
a guy named Nicholas Rigali?

Yeah. He was a collector, a low-level thug.
Why are you asking, Agent Doggett?

When the New York office was investigating
my son's death, his name never came up.

Why would it?

- You believe he was involved?
- I've got no evidence,

but somebody's telling me he's mixed up

with the suspect in my son's case,
Bob Harvey.

I never heard that.
And I'm sure I'd remember.

You want me to ask around
and pull some files?

I'll see what I can find.

I'd appreciate it.

John?

- Where you been?
- Chasing down leads.

We were supposed to meet in the office this
morning, to go over what we have on Rigali.

I think this guy Rigali may have been
involved in Luke's death.

What?! Since when?

Since I've been talking to Cadet Hayes.

He says Rigali knew Harvey,
they were in on it together.

- How could he possibly know that?
- How does he know half the stuff he knows?

I did some digging.

I found out that Bob Harvey and Rigali
both did time at Wallkill in 1988.

That doesn't mean they knew each other.

I tracked Rigali's credit-card use, Monica.

The day Luke disappeared he gassed
his car up two miles from my house.

Rigali is a New Yorker.
A lot of New Yorkers visit Long Island.

This is not evidence. Not even close.

I will never know how badly
it hurt you to lose your son,

or how much pain you still carry.

I understand how much
you wanna find his killer.

But I don't wanna see you disappointed.

Not again.

It's not gonna happen. Not this time.

Hi, Barbara. How you doing?

When'd you get the new furniture?

Last year. Just wanted to make a change.

It looks great.

- You look great.
- You need to call first, John.

Kinda throws me
when you just show up here.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

- I need to talk to you, Barb.
- It's about Luke.

- I got a suspect.
- Oh, God, John!

I know, I know.
But... this time it's different.

Is it? "He could be."
"He might be."

I wanna find out who did this
just as badly as you do,

but I don't want you
coming over here again,

bringing all this up,
unless you know.

Unless you absolutely know.

That's what I thought.

This guy may have been cruising the
neighbourhood. You could have seen him.

Did you hear anything I said?

Agent Scully?

I'm Barbara. John's ex-wife.

- Hi. I'm Dana. Nice to meet you.
- They said you'd be coming by.

- You couldn't make the identification?
- I didn't expect to.

You know he doesn't
think clearly about this.

He can't.

- He blames himself.
- He thinks he failed Luke.

In his mind, he can never do enough,
never suffer enough for what happened.

I think if you could help him find the man
who did this, maybe... he could move on.

He and Monica could have something
together. He just won't let her in.

They're letting him go.

For now.

I'll be at my mom's till tomorrow.

Tell me you got something.

As you asked, I compared the wounds on
your son with the wounds on these women.

And?

There are similarities between
the trajectory of the wounds

and the force with
which they were delivered.

Meaning Rigali's the guy.

Meaning that it was a brilliant forensic
deduction on Cadet Hayes's part,

but that's all it is.

The killer used different weapons.

He demonstrated no consistent MO
and no clear victimology.

None of it will hold up in court.

Something out there will.

- Something's not right.
- What do you mean?

This guy's name comes up in connection
with racketeering, prostitution,

drugs, even murder, yet all he's got
are nickel-and-dime convictions,

Always gets off with just a slap
on the wrist.

You know Mob cases are hard to build.

What I'm saying is,
I don't think anyone's even trying.

I think this guy Rigali's greasing somebody.

As in bribery?

What else could it be?

What? What is it?

Agents. I was just coming to see you.

We need to talk to you, Assistant Director.
About New York,

Didn't you get the case files?

I mean when we were working in
the New York office. You and me.

I'm not following.

I used to get takeout from a place
on 11th Street, a little hole in the wall.

Maybe you remember it - Carlo's.

Is it me, or...
is this becoming an odd conversation?

One night three years ago,
I'm waiting for my order.

I wandered toward the kitchen.

- And I saw you.
- Me?

Talking to a man, a Mob guy.

I saw you take money from him, Brad.
A stack of it.

Three years ago?

So instead of asking me to explain it,
or even reporting me to the Bureau,

you broke off our relationship
and moved away?

I cared about you, Brad.
I'm not defending my actions.

And now you've come here
because you think I'm on the take?

Maybe I was on the take when
Doggett's son was murdered.

Somebody gave Rigali inside help,
covered his role in my son's death.

The man you saw me with
was a confidential informant.

I was giving him the money.

- That's not what happened.
- We were buying him to infiltrate a family.

It's all documented, the entire operation.

Now, I can prove what I'm saying.
Can you?

You should have come to me, Monica.

Especially given what I know now.

What do you know?

When you raised concerns about Rigali,
I looked into the source of these allegations.

- A cadet, right?
- Rudolph Hayes. He's been very helpful.

Rudolph Hayes died in 1978
in a car accident.

What? Let me see that.

Cadet Hayes's real name is Stuart Mimms,
of Mendota, Minnesota.

Last known residence,
the Dakota County psychiatric facility.

He was a mental patient?

Diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic.
Voluntarily institutionalized in 1990.

In 1992 he checked himself out
and disappeared.

There's another thing.

We can also place him
in New York City in 1993...

the year your son was murdered.

Nice car.

I remember when they had you
banging around in a ten-year-old Impala.

Now look at ya...

Mr Assistant Director.

You got lucky.

- He has another suspect.
- You came down here to tell me that?

There's something I need to know.

Were you in any way involved in
the death of John Doggett's son?

Since when do you ask me questions?

Were you involved?!

Of course not.

What kind of guy do you think I am?

That's it. I'm done, Rigali.

Done?

With you, this. With this whole thing.

And if I say no, what are you gonna do?

You know, if I'm you, right now I'm thinking:

"I could pop this guy right here and
who's gonna know it's not self-defense?"

Let me remind you,
anything happens to me,

a videotape lands at The Washington Post,

to make an indictment go away.

You're done when I say you're done.

It's all in there.

How you defrauded the FBI with a false
identity in order to enter the Academy.

We know who you really are.

We know about
your history with schizophrenia.

We know that you orchestrated this entire
thing in order to get close to Agent Doggett.

I've been recognized...
by Agent Doggett's ex-wife...

who failed to identify Nicholas Rigali
in that same room yesterday.

Because Nicholas Rigali did not kill
Agent Doggett's son. You did.

- That's one explanation.
- It's the explanation.

- No.
- What is? What is?!

I told you before, Agent Doggett.
I studied the photos of your son's death.

They called to me.

I don't know why,
but it was a message and I listened.

And then you killed Agent Doggett's son.

I studied his case obsessively.

I'm a schizophrenic.
That's what schizophrenics do - obsess.

I watched Agent Doggett.

I watched his ex-wife too.

She can't tell you how she recognizes me.
Just that she does.

You're a liar.
You lied to the FBI. You're lying now.

Would you have listened to me otherwise?

A mental patient with insight
into your son's death?

I wanted to get close to you, Agent Doggett.

To help you.

You gave me that tip,

to find the woman's body in the wall.

Rigali associated with the man
who abducted your son.

I called you so that you could catch him.

I've received another message.

I'd like to go back home now...
to the institution.

John? John!

Well?

He told us a story.
Whether it's true...

In other words, we're nowhere. Again.

Well, well, it's the FBI agent.

I'm not here as an FBI agent.
I'm here as a father.

Oh. What could that mean?

- I wanna know what happened to my son.
- I don't know who killed your son.

But I like you, FBI. I really do.

I'll tell you how it could have happened,
hypothetically.

Say there was this guy, businessman.

And say this businessman in the course of
doing business has to associate with thugs,

sickos, perverts.

Like Bob Harvey, for example.

Say this Bob Harvey, he likes little boys.

Yeah.

Disgusting.

Say one day Bob Harvey sees a little boy
riding a bike and he can't stand it.

He grabs the boy.

So Harvey takes the boy to his place,

only he doesn't tell the businessman
what he's doing.

So the businessman walks in on him.

You see what I'm saying, FBI?

The boy sees the businessman's face - the
businessman who did nothing to this boy.

That's a problem.

Well...

every problem has got a solution, right?

Oh, my God! He shot him!
He just took out his gun and shot him!

I made this!