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Oh, hey, hey! How's it going?

All right.

Now, didn't I tell you before that a woman like you shouldn't go out alone?

There are psychos out there, you know.

Mmm. Do you give this lecture to men?

They're the psychos. You can't tell them by sight, you know.

Well, I have a pretty good sense of smell.

Ahh.

This would be a lot easier if you would give me a phone number,

some way to contact you.

Very artsy. Where do I send the money?

Assuming there is some.

Just leave it with Ben.

We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin.

Reporting live from Buckhead, where just an hour ago, the body of another woman

was discovered. She's been identified as Catherine Windsor.

Details are still sketchy at this hour, but it appears she died earlier this evening

making her the fifth victim of the Saturday Night Stalker.

Wow. You have quite an eye. You know, we should--

... Local, state, and federal agencies.

Meanwhile, the unknown assailant continues to target single, wealthy women.

Reporting live from the scene, this is Brian Johnson. Back to you in the

studio, Steve and Renee.

So what you got? No forced entry. Same M.O.

Nathan, how's it goin'? It's goin'.

Any witnesses?

Neighbor saw a guy come over tonight.

Too dark to ID him.

We're going through the motions on hair and fiber.

But I'll lay odds we won't get anything more than the others.

We've got a partial print. Checking it through AFIS now.

Maybe we'll get lucky this time.

Well, lucky's not going to get it.

I'm getting the FBI in on this one. Ooh, the big boys.

Bailey Malone. Oh, yeah. The guy who wrote the book.

Five women are dead. We need a profile on this guy.

Profile, full face, anything we can get.

He left us another Shakespeare quote.

"Some shall be pardoned, and some ... punished."

Welcome to Atlanta. Thanks.

The press is in a feeding frenzy. The city's in a panic.

Shoot,I'm in a panic. That's exactly what he wants, John.

The puncture mark was a phenobarbital injection.

Same random wound pattern. All post-mortem.

Cause of death was suffocation. I'll know more after the autopsy.

Grace, Bailey Malone, FBI. Grace Alvarez, Medical Examiner.

Any ideas about the killer? He's meticulous,

very precise, almost ... artistic.

Five women are dead. We got no trace evidence,

no leads, no witnesses. Nothing.

We need to know the victims.

It's a little late for that.

Friend of mine has a theory. Says murder like this is a kind of

gruesome intimacy that requires both people, like a dance.

Sam says the more you learn about the victims,

the closer you get to the killer.

All I know is this guy likes what he does

and we've got six days to find him before he does does it again.

Angel! Angel, will you take

this dog off me?! Denzel!

You're not looking so good, Malone.

I see you haven't changed a bit.

So what do you want?

I've got to talk to Sam. It's important.

She's in the tack shed.

You know, if you came all the way out here because of that mess back in Atlanta, you

can just get right back in your car and drive on out of here.

Nice place you'vce got here.

Yeah, it was till you showed up.

This the way to treat an old friend?

Whatever you want, the answer is no.

Say hello first, kid.

We can fight later.

You're still quite the photographer.

Those pictures don't have bodies in them.

Not even live ones, Malone.

I guess you heard about the killings in Atlanta.

Look around you, Bailey. Do you see a TV? Any newspapers?

I'm not asking you to get involved in the investigation, Sam.

I just want you to take a look at the last crime scene,

tell me what you think. You'll be in and out in a couple of hours.

I quit ... three years ago.

Remember?

We're up against the wall on this.

Just think about it.

Hey. How was your day?

Uhh ...

let's just say I wish I could find a man who was as interested in my

sculpture as he was in my legs.

Mmm. Good luck.

So what are you doing up at two in the morning?

Didn't I tell you not to tell Bailey where you were?

I just couldn't sleep.

Didn't I?

You told me.

What is it, baby girl? Can I sleep with you?

Momma?

Of course you can. Come on.

Here. ... Ok? I like your bed better.

Oh, you do? How come?

It's more comfortable. Oh.

It's all yours.

Sam? Sam?

I'll need to see the other crime scenes,

talk to the medical examiner.

Bailey, no one can know who I am.

I don't care what you tell them. Make something up,

but I am not Samantha Waters.

It's only for a few days,

then I will be home every night.

But mom, why do you have to go?

Well ... Chlo ... what if someone

at your school was in trouble

and they needed you to help

and you were the only one who could do it?

Now, would you?

Is it a friend? No. You don't know her,

but she needs your help. Now, would you do it?

Not if I had to leave my little girl at home,

all sad and alone.

Hmm. You're really going to make me pay for this. Aren't you?

Hmm-yeaaah. Yeah. Go.

Who is she?

A forensic psychologist. FBI? No.

So who does she work for? Where's she from?

She's the one who found the video camera.

John, Sam's the best profiler there is.

The rest is irrelevant to this case.

Leave it alone.

Keep checking. Try hairdressers, clubs, anything.

He's got to spot him somewhere.

Anything at the other crime scenes? (nods) Yeah.

Sam. This is John Grant,

lead detective on the investigation.

John, Dr. Sam Lawson.

The houses are isolated. The victims all lived alone.

As far as we can tell, they never crossed paths.

So what's the common denominator? They were all divorced,

went to church, did charity work. Fine upstanding citizens.

All right, well, not Catherine Windsor.

We've got five men and counting on her home movies.

What about sexual assault? There's no evidence of it.

Catherine had plastic surgery, breast implants.

The others didn't.

I'm wondering, is there any way you can do a magnification on the wounds

of the other victims? Oh, sure.

And then you say here that the wounds are very precise, more like

He used a scalpel or something like it.

incisions than trauma wounds.

But not until they were dead, which is why there was so little blood.

Ok, so what? He--he hates a mess?

He hates women, that's for sure.

Actually, this looks more like jealousy or envy,

Look at what he does: Tape on the mouth, tape on the breasts.

He cuts off all their hair.

These are all aspects of the female sexuality,

the source of their allure, their power over men.

He's jealous of that power, so he destroys it,

takes it for his own.

I don't care why he does it. I just want to stop him.

So can we move on here?

John's a good cop. He's one of the best

I've ever worked with. He just like what he doesn't understand,

and he doesn't understand how you do it.

How do you do it?

There's no trick. I look at the forensic evidence,

try to get a feel for the victims,

what their lives are like.

I tend to think in images,

so I just sort of ...

picture it happening.

You know, I've been doing this for ten years,

and I've seen my share.

But this guy scares me, Sam.

He's careful,

and he's smart.

Nothing.

What do you mean?

You said Lawson, right? L-A-W-S-O-N,

Sam or Samantha, Forensic Psychologist.

That's right. FBI never heard of her.

Check out any, uh,

female forensic psychologists that ever worked for the FBI.

How do you expect me to do that?

You're the expert. Work your magic.

You better not get me in trouble.

Just, uh, keep looking ...

and call me at home.

What you got?

Um, nothing, really. Just some ideas.

Come on. You've gone over everything we've got,

done your little hocus-pocus thing

at all five murder scenes, and you can't tell me anything

about the killer except that ...

he's jealous of women.

Well, right now, I know more

about the victims than I do about him.

We know where they are. It's him we're looking for.

Is that supposed to be funny?

We don't have a lot of time here, Dr. Lawson.

So, if you've got a theory, I want to hear it.

You want a "theory"?

You've got Chinese food in the refrigerator,

you like your women in heels,

your scotch straight, and yourself

definitely on top.

But it's just a "theory".

Sam.

You ok? Oh, never better.

How's Chloe?

She's great. Speaking of which, I got to go.

One second.

I've got your FBI I.D ...

... driver's license

... and credit card.

Don't do too much damage. All under Dr. Lawson.

The perfect gift for that special someone.

Forget it. You know I hate guns. I don't want it.

You're trained.

You're on the job. You carry it.

I don't want it. Take it.

Just take it for me, please.

Sam.

What's with you, Bailey?

I'm cynical, paranoid, and way too old to be doing this kind of thing.

You also drink too much.

I do not.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Couldn't leave it alone, could you? What're you talking about?

Someone's been checking on Sam,

running through mainframes in every government agency there is.

And there's no record of her anywhere.

You have no idea what you're doing. If anyone finds out --

About what? About the feds protecting her?

They're not protecting her. They don't even know where she is.

No one does.

You got no choice.

This investigation could turn on her information.

There's too much at stake to let this go.

I'm not backing off on this.

Bailey, listen, you know me. You know you can trust me on this.

You remember the serial killer Jack-of-all-Trades?

Sure. Fifteen victims all over the country.

Fifteen we know of.

Never killed the same way twice.

We thought we were dealing with a dozen different killers

until Sam figured it out. She's hiding from him?

No. The world's more interesting

to him with her in it. So who's she hiding from?

Us.

She's got a real gift, John.

A mind like hers ...

law enforcement's never going to leave her alone.

So what happened?

She was gaining on him.

We never knew how he found out about her, but he did.

He started sending her things.

He saw her as the one person who was his equal ...

pitted his genius against hers.

Turned it into his own sick little cat- and-mouse game.

So we put guards on her around the clock.

Finally, she dropped out of the investigation,

she thought he'd leave her alone,

but he missed her.

He'd call her when she was out.

He started acting like some scorned lover.

And so ... he upped the ante.

He did the one thing he thought would pull her back into the investigation.

He killed her husband.

We have 4 days left. Something is wrong.

The Windsor scene doesn't fit. How so?

Well, for one thing, there's no forced entry.

So, he posed as a delivery man or a salesman.

Uh-uh. She had dinner with him.

Maybe she went out looking for Mr. Goodbar.

You don't bring Mr. Goodbar home, make him dinner, kick off your shoes,

and then do the dishes.

A copycat? Come on. Catherine knew the killer, John.

Which doesn't fit the profile. The stalker doesn't

personalize his victims. He used the same tape, the same knots

to tie her up with, details we've kept out of the press.

Well, then it was somebody who knew enough about these murders to copy them.

How many people are connected with this investigation? I don't know. Dozens.

Look at this, ok?

Here and here, scar tissues just on the edges.

Ok, and here, you can see suture marks.

Same on all the other victims, except for Catherine Windsor.

None of the wounds were random. They all had different kinds of

plastic surgery.

So why didn't they show up in the autopsies?

Because the killer followed the surgical cuts exactly.

Checked the medical records.

The vics all had the same surgeon -- Lawrence Harrison.

Medical Complex Downtown.

All five victims were your patients.

That's quite a coincidence, Dr. Harrison.

I performed five hundred procedures last year.

And you say you were out of town for the last five weekends.

That's right. When I'm not out of town

giving lectures, my wife and I spend the weekend at Lake Lanier.

Have you had any problems with the staff?

I hand-pick my people. They have spotless records.

Dr. Harrison's alibis check out,

all except for the two weekends at Lake Lanier.

His wife's the only one who can verify that.

We're still checking his nurses and staff.

These guys never just quit it, do they?

No. They just get better at it.

Until we stop 'em.

Listen, uh ...

I know who you are and what happened.

I know. Bailey told me.

I'm sorry.

If I'd known -

I'm not going to tell anybody.

We found this on one of Catherine Windsor's Windsor's home videos.

The closest we come to seeing him.

Is here.

Ok, so what? Another boyfriend?

This one works here. Or he did until last week.

Evidence analysis.

His name's Alan Fontaine.

So he had access to every file and lab report on the murders.

Yep. Run that partial print from the Windsor

scene through employee records and do a background check on Fontaine.

Right.

John, wait a minute. Ok, he knew her.

And your theory works, but it's just a theory.

There's no reason to think he didn't kill all of them.

John, the stalker chooses low-risk targets,

single women who live alone. And he still drugs them to make

sure he can control them. Now,Fontaine is 6 feet tall

and weighs a good 185.

I've done my homework. That's not necessarily inconsistent.

Look, I'm telling you I don't think Fontaine is our guy.

The guy is regular as rain.

Five Saturday Nights, Five bodies.

If Catherine Windsor isn't the fifth victim, then where's the fifth body?

Sam, the print matches Fontaine.

Well, that connects him to Catherine Windsor, not the others.

He's got a temper. String of ex-girlfriends

have called in domestic disturbances and dropped the charges.

I still don't think he's the stalker.

You don't think? Or you know?

You coming? I don't do this part.

Why shrinks?

Well, sometimes plastic surgeons refer them to make sure they're not having

the surgery for the wrong reasons.

Ok, they all saw doctors at the Westside Psychiatric Group.

It's at the Medical Center Downtown.

Well, any doctor in particular?

Just 2: Jawolski and Reuben.

Fontaine!

Going somewhere, Fontaine?

Other arm! Other arm!

You know, you can get hurt doing that.

Hi, um, I'm looking for Dr. Jawolski or Dr. Reuben.

I realize it's a bit late. I'm sorry. They're not in.

My name is Sam Lawson. I'm with the FBI,

and it's rather important that I get in touch with them.

Well, maybe I can help you.

I'm Dr. Frances Barry.

Are we safe now? No comment.

Is this the man? Come on, is this the guy?

You know, actually I was hoping I could speak with Dr. Jawolski

or Dr. Reuben. You don't have any way

of getting in touch with them, do you? I do, actually.

I can give you Dr. Jawolski's home phone number.

Dr. Reuben, I'm afraid, hasn't been here for over three months.

Where can I find him? Well, that's a good question.

He seems to have disappeared. His family doesn't even know

how to get hold of him.

We have a suspect in custody. That's all I've got to tell you at the moment.

As soon as we know more, we'll let you know.

Uh, Malone,

Bailey Malone. Phone.

Malone.

Thanks.

You see Dr. Lawson? No, sir.

Anyone see Sam Lawson? Yeah. She just called.

She asked me to check out one of the shrinks that Harrison sent the victims to.

It's a Dr. Reuben, definitely M.I.A.

Where'd she call from? The Medical Complex.

Dr. Lawson?

I startled you. Sorry.

I saw you looking at my photographs.

Yes. They were, uh ... very interesting.

I think photography is

an underrated art form.

Don't you?

Good night, Dr. Lawson.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You don't go anywhere without telling me,

you got that? Stop it! What is wrong with you?

Bailey, what is it, huh? What are you not telling me?

I just need to know where you are.

It's him. Isn't it?

It's Jack.

He may have resurfaced.

How long? Not here, not in Atlanta.

We're not sure. I'm going to Quantico tonight

How long?!

to look at another body.

Sam, I'm sorry. I should have told you.

You just-- You get the hell away from me.

I ... just didn't want to unnecessarily alarm you until we had

more information, Sam.

Are you okay?

I can't do this, Angel. I just--

I just can't do this.

Look, you don't have to. I know. I just --

I just want to -- just want to stay here, and I never want to have to

go back to that.

Fine. Then don't. I mean, what kind of a life is that?

I mean, what do I do? What do I do?

I chase sick, twisted ...

you don't know what that does to you.

Look, maybe I don't ...

but I know you ...

and so does Bailey.

I can't believe that he did this to you.

This is not about Bailey.

Look, you have to understand that he just --

he just can't stand by

and let somebody die

and not try to do something to stop it, you know?

I mean, that's just not in him. That's just not who he is.

That's not who you are, either.

Angel. I don't want to raise my child in that world ...

Kids grow up and then they

go out into that world.

We had the Maryland coroner's office bring it straight here from the scene.

Nobody's touched it except to move it.

He wanted us to find her Bailey.

Had her laid out at 3rd and Maple like a damn gift.

She's only been dead about six hours.

Same as the other 3 victims.

This one's pretty. Mm-hmm.

Ooh, ooh, look at this one.

Look at how pretty this one is. Mmm, it's not so pretty.

But look at how it catches the light

and it kind of dances around.

That's just a little too short. It's

Hi, George. Uh, it's Sam Lawson.

Listen, I want you to check on something for me.

I want you to see if Dr. Harrison referred any other women to the Westside

psychiatric group. Just two.

Stacey Driscoll and Walker Young are the only others who

saw both Harrison and one of the shrinks at the psychiatric group.

Uh, yes, hello. Walker Young?

Uh, yes. My name is Sam Lawson.

Um, listen, I know that this is a bit odd. Yes, I saw both doctors.

No. It's quite all right. I'll be in all night.

Dr. Harrison referred seven women to the Westside Psychiatric Group.

Of those seven, five are dead.

Listen, I've tried to contact both of them.

I couldn't get a hold of a Stacey Driscoll, but I was able to contact

Walker Young, and I'm going to go over there tonight.

Tonight? John, it's Friday.

Ok, I'll meet you there at 8:00. 235 Tarrant.

If I'm right, we only have 24 hours.

Angel, this is where I'll be in case you need me, ok?

OK. Come here, you. Oh!

Now, I have got to go to Atlanta to see this lady,

but I will be back before too late, ok?

Bring me treats? Liver and collard greens?

Yuck! Yuck.

You be good, all right? Mind Angel. Thanks.

Okay. Take care.

Same M.O., John. She's been dead a week.

Family and friends thought she was out of town on vacation.

Nobody missed her until tonight.

Could she have been killed last Saturday night?

I can't be that exact, but it's possible.

Her sister found the body. She's outside if you want to talk to her.

Her name's Lanie Driscoll. Driscoll?

That's right. What's the victim's name?

Stacey Driscoll.

Get a unit over to 235 Tarrant.

Call Malone, get him back here!

S-stop. Stop.

Ok. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

Don't move.

Dr. Barry.

Watch your head.

You ok?

Yeah. Good. That's good.

Listen, I, uh ...

I'm sorry I wasn't here. I didn't realize.

Yeah, me, neither.

I guess she changed her pattern from Saturday to Friday.

Lucky me.

I was at the morgue. Fifth victim.

You were right.

Stacey Driscoll?

Sam!

You don't do this part. I do.

So where were you, huh?

So where is Dr. Barry now?

Still in psychiatric evaluation.

She probably had a domineering mother who abused her for never

being pretty enough.

First time mommy took her to plastic surgery--

She was 11 years old.

Congratulations. You sold a picture.

Some dealer in Virginia.

Just one? There-- there's $1,000 in here.

Guess you got a fan.

So you haven't just been hanging out on the farm?

Well, a girl's got to make a living.

Jack's going to know what you're doing.

My hiding out won't stop him.

I never should have brought you in on this in the first place.

Oh, please. Don't be so arrogant. What, you think that you are the

cause and solution for everything? Yes, I do.

So how do you want this to work?

Let's go ahead and form the Task Force.

Now, my personal life stays strictly confidential,

or the deal is off.

I have a say in the cases we investigate, and they give me anything I want,

no questions asked.

THE END

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