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DALLAS, TEXAS

Noontime jam

and it's another gorgeous day here in the Big D.

Be good to yourself, folks.

Go out and get some fresh air on a day like today.

Tomorrow won't work. I want the files on my desk by...

Who does she think she is?

My doctor said I can't eat meat, can't eat wheat or dairy.

So I don't know what I'm gonna eat.

-You are such a chicken. -I am not.

You've been mooning over him for three months.

The one time he looked at you,

you ran in the opposite direction.

-Because our boss was calling me. -Yeah, right.

I don't know what you see in him.

Uh, he's incredibly hot?

I think he's kind of creepy. All those programmers are weird.

Creepy in a cool way.

Oh, my God, there he is.

So, go invite him to lunch.

I can't.

-Okay, fine, I will. -No, you won't.

Watch me.

Hi, Axel. I'm Brooke, one of the interns...

Aah!

Nothing's wrong, Will. It's just work.

Love you, too. Talk to you soon as I can.

-What's going on? -Don't know.

Just heard we're leaving now.

There's been a mass sniper shooting in Dallas.

How many victims?

Still unclear. Three confirmed deaths so far.

We don't know much else.

Is it a terrorist attack?

If it is, they're happening more frequently.

First the Boston Marathon, then the cleaver incident in London.

It's also the 50th anniversary

of the assassination of JFK, which also took place in Dallas.

So we have to consider domestic terrorism.

Right now, we consider everything.

I need a list of all acts of civil unrest

in Texas in the last few years.

-Copy that. -Local FBI's on the scene.

We'll take the lead when we arrive.

Be safe.

Continuing our breaking story

now at Archer Plaza, first responders...

A scene of absolute terror and chaos...

America has become a land of gun-toting lunatics.

How many more children...

The problem is, no one cares.

This'll be news until the next reality star has a baby.

America has something called the Constitution...

Police still have no idea who the shooter was.

This is what we know.

27 p.m.

Every floor of the nearby buildings...

Three are confirmed dead,

but authorities are trying to determine

if this was possibly a domestic terrorist attack

or the act of a single madman.

Stay with us as this story continues to unfold.

It's worse than we thought. Five confirmed dead,

sixth victim is still alive. He's in surgery now.

This is Agent Mays. She's in charge of reviewing surveillance footage.

These gentlemen are from the BAU. SSAs Hotchner and Rossi.

We understand there were 12 shots fired.

Yes, that's right. At 0.8 second intervals.

So this entire thing was over in 10 seconds.

Any footage of potential suspects?

Well, we're still looking. Based on the trajectory,

we know that he was shooting from a high vantage point.

Unfortunately, none of the camera angles caught that.

We think he was shooting from the north end of the plaza.

Area's been sealed off.

Going floor by floor through each building.

Shooter's gotta be long gone by now. Any eyewitness accounts?

They run the gamut.

What's consistent is how inconsistent they are.

We should monitor social media for any leads.

We will, but in my opinion,

nothing beats good, old-fashioned investigating.

No argument here.

Agent Mays, why don't you head on down,

-help the BAU in the plaza? -Will do.

-What do we know about the victims? -Let me show you.

The first victim was Axel Greiner, computer programmer.

Daniel Bukowski, Assistant DA.

Alice Emerson was a social worker.

Melanie Chen, financial adviser.

Ricardo Hernandez, a sales manager.

Kyle Yates, the final victim, he's the one that's still alive and in surgery.

He was a waiter at the Golden Oaks Grill.

Victimology is across the board.

Random targets would be consistent with terrorist attacks,

but we should still look into backgrounds.

We're on that. First victim was a hacker.

We're focusing on him.

You receive any general threats recently?

Of an al-Qaeda nature? No.

What about left or right-wing extremists,

perhaps to commemorate an anniversary?

You talking JFK?

We've had an uptick in crazy calls and letters recently.

You think this is connected?

27.

30. The locations are close.

Can't ignore the coincidence.

Maybe after 50 years, someone's making a statement.

-What are you doing here

Of course. It's insane.

They're closing in. We have to go. Now.

-Agent Mays. -Agent Morgan.

-Agent Jareau. -Hi.

-Twelve shots were fired? -That's right.

-It sounds like an amateur. -You think?

Six people were hit. That's a 50% success rate.

During a crowded lunch hour with a high-powered rifle,

at a range of 200 yards,

an average Joe could hit that many people.

Trained snipers hit 98% of their targets.

What about the shots that missed

Only two so far.

One was in a tree, one was lodged in a planter.

There's something up there.

It looks like it came from a large-calibre rifle.

-Can I get that extracted? -Yes, ma'am.

Right away.

So this guy hit a building 12 feet up in the air?

He had terrible aim,

Maybe.

Doesn't look like the UnSub focused on a certain area.

The victims are spread throughout the plaza.

Yeah, Kyle Yates.

Based on the position of his body, he was facing north.

If he was the last one shot, he may have actually seen something.

-Colin, slow down. I have to stop. -We can't!

Just wait. Are you sure this is about us?

Without a doubt. We are being hunted.

If we don't run, we won't survive. Now let's go.

I already told the other agents everything I remembered.

I understand.

But sometimes details come back to people

hours, or even days, after the event.

Brooke, if you wouldn't mind,

try closing your eyes and just listening to my voice.

You're walking across the plaza.

How does it feel outside?

It's really nice. Warm, but not too hot.

All right. Where are you going?

To get burgers with Casey.

Why?

'Cause Casey's bugging me.

But then I see Axel.

What happens next?

I walk up and say hi.

And then...

What do you see?-

No, I'm sorry. I can't do this.

All right, it's all right. We'll stop.

I saw him dead. It was awful.

Uh...

I'm so sorry. But you're okay. You're safe.

I saw him. I didn't remember until your partner was talking to Brooke.

Who did you see?

There was a guy in a window up high.

What'd he look like?

He was white and bald,

but it was far away and just for a second,

and then he disappeared.

It could have been the shooter, right?

Excuse me.

-What happened? -Kyle Yates, the sixth victim, just died.

Homeland Security's interviewing locals on their watch list.

And all the Bureau's resources are at our disposal.

- -We don't hear that too often.

Go ahead, Garcia.

You know I love a juicy conspiracy

'cause it makes everything seem like an Agatha Christie novel,

and I'm still convinced

there was a second shooter on the grassy knoll.

But I really can't find anything connecting today's shooting

with the Kennedy assassination.

And the increase in calls and letters to the Dallas office?

I checked all the assassination buffs

and conspiracy theorists, including myself,

and I'm sort of sad to say we're in the clear.

How about acts of civil unrest?

Oh. That. I have a treasure trove of terrible tidbits for you.

Give us the highlights.

Uh, let's see. In 2009, there was that awful thing at Fort Hood

where the US Army psychiatrist killed 13 people.

If you fast-forward to this past March,

the head of Colorado's prison system was killed in his home.

That led to a police chase that ended in Texas,

where authorities killed the suspect,

who was a white supremacist, in a shootout.

Anything more recent?-Yes, there is.

Three months ago, a Dallas black councilman,

Adrian Clay, was shot to death in a parking lot.

Witnesses claim the man responsible is the head of the Southern Aryans.

His name is Adam Dawson, aka The General.

That case is currently being prosecuted.

Meanwhile, The General is in jail

serving time for a totally unrelated charge.

Thanks, Garcia.-Yes, of course.

That's a lot of activity for the white supremacists.

They may be waging a new kind of war.

Great view from up here. Nice sniper perch.

Yeah. These aren't the kind of windows that open at all, though.

How long has this space been under renovation?

Building manager said about three weeks.

Hey, ladies, take a look at this.

Uh-uh. Huh.

Smooth lines, made by a glass cutter.

Sniper could have shot right through here.

The perfect location. He could have walked in and out as a worker.

Carried his weapon in a toolbox or supply container.

Other workers would have seen him.

27, and they would've been on lunch break.

Which means he scoped out this location beforehand.

Hey, Rossi, what's up?

The analysis is back on the bullets found in the plaza.

The lands and grooves tell us they were fired from a .308 Nemesis.

It's a semi-automatic rifle.

Same type of weapon used in the murder

of the black Texas councilman three months ago.

Maybe the Southern Aryans are waging a war

against the general population?

It's more specific than that. Victim number two, Daniel Bukowski,

was prosecuting the head of the Southern Aryans

for the murder of the councilman.

So today's shooting could have been a follower who wanted revenge.

Or it was a hit called by the leader,

who denies he's even a member of the group.

He claims he quit well before the councilman's murder,

which is the basis of his defense.

Well, I think it's time to have a little talk with The General.

I admit I was once affiliated with the Southern Aryans,

but that was a mistake, and it was a long time ago.

Look. I even had my tattoos removed.

Do you know why we're here?

I imagine it's about the murder of that councilman, Adrian Clay,

which I swear I had no involvement in.

Any contact with members of the Southern Aryans?

Ma'am, I'm in prison.

My opportunities to, uh, socialize are somewhat limited.

Well, that's not what we heard. Rumor has it you're in charge.

You're still known as The General.

Some folks would like to imbue me with a great deal of power,

but it's a mantle I choose not to accept.

So you could call the shots. You just choose not to?

How can I lead when I no longer believe?

All right, Derek. Well, we're wasting our time here.

I just have a few more questions.

-No, really, let's just go. -No, no, hey. Hey.

Hold tight. It'll only take a second.

What do you know about today's events?

-Today's events? -You must've heard about the shootings.

Enlighten me.

The Assistant DA prosecuting you

for the murder of the black councilman was killed.

Did you order that hit?

I had nothing to do with it.

Because you're not racist anymore?

Mr. Dawson,

I can't tell you how impressed I am with you.

So I'd like to shake your hand

and congratulate you for making such a positive change in your life.

I'd be really careful,

because somebody might think you still believe.

- -

The guy had no idea.

I mean, he's racist as hell,

but he did not have the Assistant DA killed.

He was way too surprised when we broke the news.

He was way too angry at us to even be happy about it.

This is the only case the Assistant DA was trying.

He has no other known enemies,

which means he wasn't the specific target.

Okay, well, who else uses a .308 rifle?

In Texas?

Hunters, the Minutemen, housewives.

Which unfortunately doesn't narrow down the field.

The six bullets that didn't hit people have been found,

in the cafe sign, planters, and a couple of trees.

All points to him not being a very good shot.

Or maybe he's a great shot.

According to the doctors at the hospital, all six victims were hit with kill shots

directly to the head, base of neck, and heart.

The sixth victim only survived due to an anatomic anomaly.

He had a reversed heart, but the bullet still tore through major arteries,

and they couldn't save him.

What seems like disorganized shooting

is actually organized and intentional.

A forensic countermeasure?

To make law enforcement believe

the UnSub's not a specially-trained shooter.

Meaning the victims weren't random at all.

He knew exactly who he wanted to kill.

So if it wasn't the attorney, who's the real target?

I sent what you wanted. Tell me my family is safe.

- -

There are three victims,

but a witness said they heard over seven gunshots.

No one ever saw the shooter.

I don't think we're dealing with a terrorist.

We passed a mall less than a half mile away.

I'm... I'm not following.

A mall presents a target-rich environment

for a terrorist to incite panic and fear.

If that was his aim, he would have been more effective there.

So choosing this gas station instead means what?

He must have been going after a specific person or people.

We should be trying to connect

the victims here and in the plaza.

Considering the position of the bodies and the fact no one saw him,

he had to be shooting from over there.

Easiest way to stay hidden would've been

from the back of a van or the trunk of a car parked here.

Like the DC snipers in '02.

A smart move would've been to stay put

for a while after all the mayhem.

Driving off right away would've just drawn attention.

How much variation is there in the traffic pattern here?

This is it. It's pretty much the same all the time,

except the middle of the night maybe.

So the UnSub had to time his shot to the quarter second

to shoot between traffic and the gas pumps and hit all three victims.

And did it from a concealed position.

He's better than good. He's a sharpshooter.

Where are we?

A safe place to hide for now.

Load the mag.

Release the safety.

Aim, shoot.

What are we doing here?

Waiting for Mr. Doe. He's going to extract us.

-What's his first name? -John.

John as in John Doe?

His name doesn't matter.

-Do you trust him? -In my line of work, I don't trust anyone.

But he'll help us in the situation.

-What are you doing? -Blocking the window.

I don't regret what I did, you know?

I'm not here to judge.

A month ago I didn't even know you, and now look at us, hiding out together.

You must blame me for dragging you into this.

It was my choice to take the job.

It was all worth it, wasn't it, for a chance at real happiness?

It's not for me to say.

But if you cross powerful people, there are consequences.

You don't have to do this, you know.

It's too late.

I'm tied to you now, so they are hunting me, too.

-What if there was something... -

-I thought you said this place was safe. -It is.

But the people coming after us are the best.

We're looking for an LDSK, or a long distance serial killer.

He's a very skilled marksman with a god complex.

He derives pleasure out of remaining unseen

and determining the fates of people from afar.

He's criminally sophisticated and methodical,

concealing his method of ingress and egress,

leaving little evidence behind in his sniper perches.

This suggests a great deal of experience,

so this UnSub has a military or law enforcement background,

possibly even special forces.

His victims at first appear to be targets of opportunity,

but it now appears one or more are targets of choice.

The remaining victims are collateral damage

used as a forensic countermeasure,

similar to what John Allen Muhammad and Lee Boyd Malvo did

with the DC sniper case in 2002.

This means there's some unknown connection

between one or more victims at the first and second crime scenes.

What about the Caucasian male the eyewitness saw at the plaza?

We'll consider it, but we can't rule out others.

We know the UnSub is likely in his late 30s to 40s

in order to have the means and patience

to plan and execute these attacks.

If he still has specific targets, he likely won't wait long to attack,

so the public needs to remain vigilant.

You never told me why you left South Africa.

I was betrayed by people I thought were my friends.

I was labeled a traitor and hung out to dry.

Don't you get lonely doing this work?

I'm used to it.

I have the network, my business alliances.

Like Mr. Doe.

We'll take turns keeping watch.

-Do you know how

It's not that easy. There's actually a skill to it.

You need to be able to identify

everything in your field of vision in two seconds.

What are you looking for?

-Close your eyes. -Why?

Just do it.

What's this about?

Okay. Open them.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

Small objects. Household things.

-Describe them. -A button.

-What color? -Red.

What else? Describe the objects.

Color and size.

A paperclip.

Color and size.

Silver. One inch.

There was also a blue rubber band, maybe four inches long.

What else?

I can't remember anything else.

That's three out of ten.

You need to do better than that, or you'll get us both killed.

We know the UnSub had a specific target, but who was it?

We checked out Ricardo Hernandez.

He's going through a divorce.

Melanie Chen, who's appealing a custody decision.

Nothing seems out of line.

Besides the Assistant DA, no one seems to have any clear enemies.

Okay, let's look at this another way.

The plaza was an open space.

The UnSub would want to make sure his target couldn't get away.

-How would he ensure that? -Kill his real target first.

Too obvious. He'd know law enforcement would focus on his first victim,

which your office definitely did.

You know, the fact is,

this is an experienced sniper who can account for timing.

After the first shot, no one moves. People are puzzled.

Everyone's reaction is to look for a source of the sound.

- -

After the second shot,

it takes the average person one and a half seconds

to cognitively process that they're in a potentially life-threatening situation.

It takes another .7 seconds for a physical response to kick in.

By which time the third shot has already been fired.

So the UnSub wanted victim number three.

Anyone after number three had a chance of getting away,

and the UnSub wouldn't have taken that risk.

Victim number three, Alice Emerson, 44,

social worker, married with a 12-year-old son.

Husband's been too distraught to talk.

Blake and I can see if he's ready to talk now.

The last eight years, she worked at a women's shelter downtown.

That can't be the easiest of jobs.

Let's see if her boss can shed some light.

Alice seemed anxious this morning.

I asked her about it,

and she said her mother was having a medical procedure done.

So being stressed was out of the ordinary for her?

Well, I won't lie.

Working here does take an emotional toll.

Escaping an abusive situation can be incredibly difficult.

I can imagine your job's frustrating.

The victims are a mess, physically, emotionally,

and they often go back to their abusers.

The fact is most employees burn out.

They don't work here more than a few years.

It sounds like Alice was the exception.

What exactly did her job entail?

She was the point of first contact.

If a woman was committed to leaving her abuser,

Alice would funnel them to a community angel.

I take it that's somebody who provides them a temporary home?

That and more.

They may help create a new identity for the client.

I'm assuming the secrecy is to protect them from their abusers?

The men that they're escaping can be incredibly violent and vindictive.

A whole network has been created to help protect these women.

-Sort of like an Underground Railroad. -Exactly.

I just work at the starting point.

I don't even know all the players in the network.

The police have been through her email and her cell phone,

and it seems they've been completely wiped clean.

That have anything to do with this job?

Six years ago,

an angry ex-boyfriend broke into our computers

and found the location of his girlfriend,

and he killed her

and the community angel she was staying with

before committing suicide.

Excuse me.

Living with that type of secrecy is a nightmare for everyone involved.

But I get why they have to do it.

You okay?

For a moment, you looked worried.

Yeah, I'm all good.

If you were worried about something, you'd tell me, right?

Spence, I'm not worried about anything except maybe solving this case.

It's too bad all those emails and texts are gone forever.

Um...

I'm sorry, have you ever met Penelope Garcia?

Alice Emerson's husband said they live a quiet life.

But this morning before the shooting, she was preoccupied.

When he asked her about it,

she said it was something at work.

Yet her boss claims she was worried

about a medical procedure her mom was having.

Go ahead, Garcia.

I am loathe to admit this, but I'm having trouble

recovering all of Alice Emerson's texts and emails.

That company that runs Chat Alert is damn good at scrambling their data.

And although I am as fast as hot lightning,

my server is not because it needs updating,

so if someone with great hair and a tie

could approve the funding to update said server,

we could get this show on the road...

-Put in a requisition, Garcia. -Thank you, sir.

Filing form 9093b now.

I am familiar with it and the void it disappears into.

Okay, I did manage to piece together Alice's last text.

40, which is less than an hour before the shooting.

It's a doozy, sent to a prepaid cell phone, and it is this,

"Rebecca Schroeder."

You lost me. We're talking about Alice Emerson.

I know. And that's the text she sent, that name, Rebecca Schroeder.

She's the second shooting victim at the gas station.

Yeah. Rebecca is an econ professor at East Texas College.

She's 50, never married, no kids. Although, she does have a sister

who lives in Austin with five kids, that she's close to.

Besides season tickets to the opera, she lives like a monk.

Her credit card records show she doesn't even own a pet.

Any idea where Alice and Rebecca's paths might've crossed?

No, I ran a cursory search, and I've come up with nada.

What if Rebecca Schroeder was a community angel?

If she was part of the network that shelters abused women,

the UnSub could be looking for someone they both helped.

Alice was the first contact for an abused woman,

but the UnSub needed to know who the woman was handed off to.

In this case, it was Rebecca.

Maybe he threatened to kill them or a loved one

if they didn't give him the information he wanted.

After they did, he killed them anyway

to bury the evidence and cut off the trail.

It's probably why he shot at Rebecca's phone.

If Alice gave up Rebecca's name,

Rebecca might've also given up something vital to the UnSub.

-Thanks, Garcia. -

A green clothespin, two and a half inches,

a silver pen, five inches,

and a one-inch gold bullet.

Nine out of ten.

I'd say you're ready.

I think it's gonna rain.

It's night time. How can you tell?

I can smell it in the air.

It reminds me of when I was a little girl

sitting on the veranda with my mother watching it pour.

Ah.

-You're the nostalgic type. -You're not?

I am a cold pragmatist.

I should have died a long time ago. It's the one thing that's kept me alive.

Your husband is the unrelenting sort.

The world is full of different people.

To thrive, you have to accept who you are.

Colin.

Someone's out there.

They've found us.

Rebecca was a single woman living in a three-bedroom house,

yet she converted this walk-in closet into another bedroom.

Well, JJ was right. She's most likely a community angel.

A woman on the run would want to stay as hidden as possible.

An interior room like this would make someone feel safe,

so they stayed here until what?

Oh. Probably until they had a new identity.

Look, they changed their appearance here.

So, where was the next stop?

So, I followed up with some of the other social workers

at the women's shelter, and it turns out

that Rebecca Schroeder was in fact a community angel.

She helped out three battered women in the last six months.

-Garcia's looking in on names. -

Oh, look at that. Speak of the devil.

Hey. Talk to me, baby girl.

I've been reading these heinous

things that have happened to these women

at the hands of their abusers, and can I just say,

thank God for men like you

who are strong, yet gentle at the same time...

Okay. Guess what. I'm about to put you on speaker.

Maybe you want to stick to the facts.

Right. The facts. Okay.

Of the three women that Rebecca Schroeder helped,

one has a boyfriend who's serving time in jail for drug possession.

One of them has an ex who has been working on an oil rig for the last month.

But the third woman has a husband who fits our profile.

Her name is Maya Carcani, and her husband, Eric,

he's the VP of Black Cross.

Uh, that's a private quasi-military security firm?

Yeah. He's been accused of assaulting Maya

on two separate occasions. Both times charges were dropped.

Then six weeks ago, Eric reported Maya missing.

He recanted last week,

said Maya called him from the East Coast where her family lives.

So he panicked when she left,

and then came up with a plan to hunt her down and kill her.

And now he wants the cops off the case.

Thank you.

So the neighbor described Rebecca Schroeder as standoffish,

said she stopped by a couple of times to be friendly,

and Rebecca never even invited her inside.

How could she, what with her practically hiding fugitives?

The neighbor also said she never had visitors

except for a Speedy Send courier.

She thought they were sleeping together

because the courier would back the truck up to the garage

and stay for half an hour.

I think the neighbor may have just identified

the next step in the escape route.

What do we do

-He's coming. -When? We can't wait any longer.

We have to.

That sniper out there is so good,

our only chance at survival is extraction.

What are our chances if he comes in and shoots us?

-He won't come in here. -How do you know?

I know how these guys are trained. He'll wait for us to come out.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carcani isn't answering. He must still be on the helicopter.

Oh. Do you know where he's coming from?

Houston.

-How long has he been there? -Since yesterday morning.

-Is Mr. Carcani in some sort of trouble? -No. No.

We just want to talk to him about some potential business for his firm.

Isn't that...

Eric Carcani?

FBI.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Eric

Eric. Where's your wife?

Where's Maya?

Tell me where she is, Eric.

No. No, no, no, hey!

Eric, talk to me. Tell me where she is!

-Eric, where is she? -Morgan.

He's dead.

Son of a bitch.

So the question is, why did he run?

He didn't need to.

Eric Carcani's alibi totally checks out.

He was in Houston at a training seminar during both shootings,

and several witnesses verified that.

Black Cross is known to be shady.

He knew a visit from the Bureau wasn't a good thing.

A guy working for a paramilitary company

probably thinks he's invincible.

I don't know. He knew something about his wife.

The way he smiled at me before he died, he was smug.

It's like he was saying, "You're not gonna find her in time."

He'd rather die than let her live.

Well, it's the classic psychology of the narcissistic abuser.

You know, we may be looking at two UnSubs.

He hired someone to kill her.

Smart enough to distance himself.

What else do we know about him, Garcia?

He grew up in Albania.

He served in that country's armed forces.

He moved to the United States for school when he was 23.

And he's worked for Black Cross ever since graduation.

Given Black Cross associations,

he had the means and access to hundreds of contract killers.

And loyalty runs thick in those circles.

All he'd have to do is make one phone call,

but the question is, who would he farm this job out to?

Garcia, can you go through

Eric Carcani's emails and phone records?

I'm already on that. I'll hit you back when I have something.

Excuse me.

We're with the FBI. We'd like to talk to you

about a package you picked up from a Rebecca Schroeder.

Yo, Danny. Maple Street's calling.

You're late for a pickup.

My boss doesn't know about this. I really need this job.

We're not here to get you in trouble.

We just need to know where you took Maya Carcani.

I don't know their names. I'm just a driver.

This is Maya. Do you remember her?

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, she was terrified.

I took her here.

Thank you.

Thanks, Blake. Yes, we're closer to the address.

We can be there in about 10.

Garcia's sending a schematic of Maya's apartment building.

-Good. -If the UnSub has her address,

why not just bust down her door and shoot her?

'Cause he's a sniper.

That means a comfortable kill zone for him includes distance.

He'll want to make her death look like a random attack,

so he'll make sure there's other victims too.

Wait, so anybody in the vicinity

-of this apartment building's in danger? -Yes.

I made a terrible mistake, didn't I? Oh, God, I can't breathe.

Yes.

I understand.

Mr. Doe is here.

Go out front.

He'll meet you in a blue sedan.

What about you?

Someone has to distract the sniper.

-It's the only way. -But we could...

I'm a pragmatist, remember?

Living on borrowed time.

Now go.

We have to hope Maya follows the rules.

The shelter says the women should stay in hiding

for at least two months

and stay behind closed windows, closed doors.

Volunteers bring supplies and food to them.

Maya left her husband six weeks ago,

so the killer's got to wait another two weeks for her to come out.

There's a good chance he'll give up. He can't wait forever.

A sniper can wait up to 72 hours without sleeping.

Seriously?

That's part of their training. They can stay awake for 72 hours

and remain completely focused on their target.

How?

By using a mental exercise called fantasy integration.

The sniper creates a scenario involving a target

that keeps that person at the forefront of their mind.

Often they'll imagine a place where they're with the target

doing something together that takes time,

for example, building a car.

For some, the fantasy begins

-the minute they're assigned a target.-

And nothing will distract them.

So as long as she stays inside, she should be safe, right?

The problem is, staying cooped up for a couple of months

without a breath of fresh air is hard to do.

It's what the sniper is counting on,

that she has no idea he's waiting for her.

I have the name of your shooter.

Maya's husband, Eric, made a call a month ago

to a Colin Bramwell in Mombasa.

Eric and Colin worked there five years ago.

Colin is a former sniper for the South African special forces.

He was kicked out when he was suspected

of stealing government documents.

And he entered the United States a week ago on a tourist visa.

If all went according to plan,

he'd be out of the country before anyone was onto him.

And the whole thing would go down as an unsolved act of domestic terrorism.

We're here.

She's right here.

Third floor.

The only clear shot's from up there.

He's in there.

But it was all worth it, wasn't it,

for a chance at real happiness?

It's not for me to say.

"Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet.

"We all breathe the same air.

"We all cherish our children's future.

"And we are all mortal."

John F. Kennedy.