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PROFILER
1X11: DOPPELGANGER

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 01/18/1997
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD

Did you see this post card Chloe sent?

Yeah. I think your grandmother has taken
her to the zoo, like, six times this week.

Oh, listen, should you happen to, by
some unimaginable fluke, finish work

before I do, try not to eat dinner, ok,
so we can order a pizza when I get home.

That sounds good.

What do you mean, 'if I
finish work before you do'?

You forgot, didn't you?
Forgot what?

I start my art class tonight,
teaching the kids at Hoffman House.

You are unbelievable, you know that? You can
remember what color socks some killer wore a

hundred years ago, but you cannot remember a
simple conversation that took place yesterday.

No, that's not true. No, I did remember.
I just forgot.

I think it's wonderful. I really do.

I'll get it.

Ok.

Hello?
Dr. Waters?

Mm-hmm.

It's Debra, at V.C.T.F. I'm sorry
to disturb you at home, but I

have a caller who says it's an emergency.
Shall I put him through?

Well, who is it? Did they give a name?

Yes. It's Arthur DeRhodes.

Yes, go ahead, put him through.

Go ahead, please.

I hope I didn't wake you.

I'm sorry that I haven't stayed in touch.

Why are you calling me, Arthur?
I need your help.

John, I want you to flush out
the most recent developments

in this counterfeiting ring
in West Orange, New Jersey.

You bet.

Sam, character breakdown,
California, Texas

immigration murders on
my desk this afternoon.

Uh, Bailey, there is something else
that I would like to check out first.

I got a call this morning from the
Lasalle institution outside of Hartford.

I was gonna mention that later ...
in private.

I can leave.

Who called you?
Arthur DeRhodes.

Do not engage with this man.

He's playing off your guilt.

Guilt? What happened?

Hmm. "Lasalle Institute for the
Criminally Insane. Jacob Klein,

psychiatrist, found dead in his cottage
on the grounds of the institution.

Murdered by coerced inhalation of an
organic phosphate-type compound."

BAILYE: A signature and
technique indistinguishable

from that of convicted
criminal Arthur DeRhodes.

Six years ago, during
his apprehension, Sam

put a bullet through
him, almost killed him.

What did he say this morning?

Well, it was odd. He said
that he needed my help.

The last time you helped a sociopath,
you put him in an institution ...

for the criminally insane.

Yeah, I know. That's why
his call intrigues me.

Ok. Be intrigued. Washington needs
that report this afternoon.

That's our priority.

What I want to know is if
DeRhodes was locked up last

night, how did he get his
hands on a tank of nerve gas?

Excuse me. Excuse me. My
name is Samantha Waters.

I'm with the FBI.
I phoned earlier.

Yeah, Marion Wexler, sheriff.
I heard you were coming.

I can't believe the fruitcake
talked you into it.

I'm sorry?

Dr. Kaiser over at the hospital told me
DeRhodes gave you a little jing-a-ling.

Yes, he asked me to look into it.

I'm gonna ship him to a federal pen
as soon as I can do the paperwork.

You have enough to charge him?

Hell, yes, I have enough to charge him.
He's here because

of seven murders. He's going
to the pen for this one.

Hey, you mind if I give you
a little piece of advice?

Please.

If you're considering talking to DeRhodes
for just an instant, you're making

a dangerous misjudgment. He's an evil,
scheming, manipulative subhuman.

I see. Well, thank you.

How nice of you to come on such short notice.
Please forgive the accommodations.

Sit. Please. It's not my usual suite.
I've been relocated.

Routine procedure under the circumstances.

Nonetheless, I wish I
had more to offer you.

Why did you call me, Arthur?

How's your husband? If I
remember correctly, the

two of you were just about
to walk down the aisle.

Did you kill Dr. Jacob Klein?

No, I did not kill
Dr. Jacob Klein,

although Dr. Jacob Klein
will not be missed.

Why should I believe you, Arthur?

Review the facts. I
brutally murdered seven men.

The first time we met
-- actually, the first

time we met, you shot me,
so I must be referring

to the second time, and
in that conversation,

which I enjoyed immensely, by the way, you
asked me the very same question ... did I

brutally murder seven men -- well, actually,
you probably didn't use the word "brutally."

That's a value judgment, and you are,
after all, a scientist, aren't you?

It's true. You readily admitted
to killing those seven men.

That's right. Daddy brought me up right.
I'm an honorable man. I have

always told you the truth. I might
add, that was before I checked into

this five-star establishment when a
good lie might've kept me from being

a permanent resident, but a lie now
would accomplish nothing for me.

So ... I did not kill Dr. Klein.

Well, if that's the case, then whoever
did kill Dr. Klein is copying you,

which means that you could ultimately
be the object of his obsession.

Which means I am. He's
working his way to me.

That's why I called you.

I'll give our conversation serious thought.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Arthur.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Lasalle. You already had it in your
mind you were going to go see him.

You should've told me.

I did tell you.

No, you didn't. You said
his call intrigued you.

There's a big difference.

Well, I'm sorry, Bailey,
but I can't help it.

He fascinates me.

Maybe he fascinates you
a little too much, Sam.

It can cloud your judgment.

It's one of the things I'd hope you'd
depend on me for -- perspective.

In the future, if we
disagree, and I'm sure we

will, don't be afraid
to come to me with it.

Talk to me about it. I'll always listen.

Ok, well, how about now? I don't
think that he killed Klein.

Sheriff Wexler called this afternoon. They
found a missing keycard in DeRhodes' cell.

Just before Klein was
murdered, DeRhodes was

granted a prisoner trusteeship
for good behavior.

He had access. He did it.

Well, I disagree, and I really think
that I need to follow this one, Bailey.

So give me a good reason.

It's not in his makeup to lie. He
never denied one of his original

murders. Why would he start now?
How you doing?

Oh, ok. Bailey's giving me some heat, but
I guess that's why we love him, right?

He's worried. This case is loaded for you.

If you're referring to my shooting
DeRhodes, you're mistaken.

First guy I ever shot was
an 18-year-old kid still

in high school ... star
drug addict named Marco.

He had stolen fourteen
bucks and killed an

80-year-old pop in a
neighborhood grocery store.

Eighteen? That's hard.

I'd been trained and all. Difference was ...
cardboard body targets

don't bleed, do they? They don't
have little brothers and sisters.

I know.

I didn't get to that right away. First I thought,
hell, I was just doing my job. A few days

later, I was buying a
hockey stick, I looked up

at the kid behind the
cash register, and I just

hit the wall ... fell apart.
Like the bullet I fired

a week ago, it just found
its mark that very second.

I think of Marco every time I strap on my
pistol, and I think that's a good thing.

There's been another murder. Toxic gas.

Lasalle?

43 miles away, downtown Hartford.
DeRhodes was

in lockdown at the time ...
under observation.

Then he couldn't have done it.
There's no way.

So we meet again.

Sheriff Marion Wexler,
this is Bailey Malone.

We spoke. Nice to put a face to the name.

Your case?

No. I'm county sheriff looking over
the shoulder of the Hartford P.D.

What have you got?

Victim is Tony Kagen, 67-year-old male.
Cause of death appears to be toxic gas.

Organic phosphate.

Looks like the charge
against your buddy at the

nuthouse for murdering
Dr. Klein has been dropped.

DeRhodes was in lockup when this went down,
so they figure he didn't do either one.

Bolts are loose. Poor guy gave it a run.

Wouldn't matter. Within
thirty seconds of inhaling

an organic phosphate,
it's pretty much over.

What's that smell?

Oh. Ancient spaghetti sauce. The guy wasn't
exactly into doing dishes, you know?

What do you think?

I don't know. I don't. There's
nothing new here, Bailey.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say it was DeRhodes.

I'm telling Wexler and the Hartford P.D.
We're taking over.

All right. I don't have a lot of time.
I want to get over to Lasalle.

And a good morning to you, too.

Sorry, I didn't get much sleep.
I was here all night.

Don't you just feel sorry for her.
I kept her company.

Feel sorry for me, too.

I learned a couple of things.
Now, at first glance,

one would assume that the
killer has recreated

a picture-perfect M.O. of DeRhodes' past murders.
And second, he's spoken with DeRhodes.

How do we know that?

'Cause of the cotton he
used in the murders.

What cotton?

Last night grace found epoxy on the cotton
used in the Klein murder. DeRhodes used to use

an epoxy compound to glue cotton into the noses
of his victims so they couldn't breathe.

We had a fun night, believe me.

This evidence was never admitted
into the court record, so the

only way he could've known about
that is through DeRhodes himself.

DeRhodes must've told
someone about it, maybe a

therapist, someone who
had access to Lasalle.

I think we need to focus on DeRhodes as the criminal.
We need to profile him.

If he's being copycatted, this should
lead us to the killer. Uh, George?

All right. On the left is Richard Fiala.
He was killed by DeRhodes in

1987 in Trumbull, Connecticut, and
on the right is Dr. Jacob Klein.

Now, it's a little difficult
to tell from these two photos,

but the tape over Fiala's mouth
is smooth and very precise.

That over Klein's mouth is normal.
It's wrinkled. There are kinks.

So the difference between DeRhodes
and the copycat is precision.

Now, Beethoven's ninth looks the
same on the page. It's the conductor

that makes the difference. DeRhodes
hits every note in perfect pitch.

Ok, so what do we know about DeRhodes?

Well, his father is Winston DeRhodes.

He's a billionaire philanthropist.

All of DeRhodes' victims
were the same body type.

They resembled his father.

They were all about six feet
tall, gray, mid to late 60s.

He was killing surrogates
of his father because

he didn't have the courage
to do the real thing.

He always prepared for the kill at a
cabin in the country with a lake nearby.

A lake?

He enjoyed fishing. His
father was an outdoorsman.

It got him in the mood.

DeRhodes is very meticulous. He
pays enormous attention to detail.

He's also a loner. He's very
confident, arrogant even.

Georgie, bring up the
picture of the cabin

where we apprehended
DeRhodes six years ago.

If you notice the lawn, it's
well-manicured, very precise.

There was always a bird-feeder and a
no-trespassing sign posted in the front,

and he had an ax used
for chopping wood that

was secured in a stump
by the front door.

Also unique was a flag he used to
hang in front of the cabin. It

was hand-made, and it always had
the number of the next victim.

Number 8, or in the
copycat's case, number 3.

Right. We captured DeRhodes before
he got to the eighth victim.

So all we really have to do is find someone
who has in and out access to Lasalle, who

likes to fish in a lake by a cabin with a
flag in the front yard that says number 3.

I told you I didn't do it, but
there's still the issue of me.

Arthur, did you tell anyone
about using glue to anchor

the cotton plugs in your
victims' nasal cavities?

No. Possibly someone read of the cotton
and glue in one of my manuscripts.

Manuscripts?

Yeah, well, to ensure the safety
of the world, I'm working on

a little memoir -- sort of a gas
and tell of epic proportion.

Without my work ... I will go mad.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Have you met Dr. Kaiser yet?

No. I'm seeing him later this afternoon.

What a treat for you. Or he got his
psych degree on the back of a matchbook.

I'm sure that he's competent,
Arthur, or he wouldn't be here.

Oh, you will eat your words
on that one. He wants

to keep me all locked up in isolation
here because I have been a,

quote, "bad boy," unquote. He will
never let me out of this cage.

Who has access to these rooms, Dr. Kaiser?

Only the residents.

After you.

How long have you known DeRhodes?

I was here the day he was admitted.

And you made him a trustee, sir. You
must've noticed some rehabilitation.

The fact that he never
acted out and was on good

behavior is in itself a
sign of rehabilitation.

Some of these appear to
have been water-damaged.

Yes. A burst pipe two months ago.
A patient was observed

unloading bags of marbles into the toilets.

Yes, the entire wing was flooded.

What did you do with the patients?

We moved them to an empty block for 2 days.

So anyone could've gotten in here?

Workers, maybe, yes.

I'm curious. Why haven't you moved
DeRhodes back to this room?

It's under review.

He's no longer a suspect.

There are our staff to consider.
They have their

charting to do. And
also, his team may wish

to consider a different protocol. After all,
this has been very traumatic for Mr. DeRhodes.

Are you afraid to move him?
Certainly not.

Well, I think that at this
point, it would be very

helpful to observe him in
his usual surroundings.

Yes, well, you are the expert.

Very good. Thank you.

Between grocery and pharmaceutical
deliveries, office supply, telephone repair, waste

management, ground maintenance, they got one
117 non-staff entries in one month.

Narrow it down to plumbers
-- anyone who could've

repaired a sewage
system or a burst pipe.

Now she tells me.

When do you think you're going
to have a lead on the cabin?

It's not when, Sam, it's how
. So far I have found 347 cabins

within a 67 mile radius localized
through seven counties.

This is 49.7 properties per county
. After I did this, I started work onto

other list of who might've had access to Lasalle.
You know, the 117 people I

just told you about right before you told me
to forget them and just look for plumbers.

So I don't know when I'm going to
have a lead on the damn cabin.

Remember, it's a visual, George.
A red signature with a flag.

Ok. I suppose that I could, you know ...
hack into an

intelligence satellite, but it's
curtains for me if I get caught.

Well ... don't get caught.

Turn down the volume, Angel.

I said, turn down the volume.
I want to talk to you.

You know, I like Mozart, too. He was such a
skilled technician, able to take you places

you never thought possible. Well, that's
where I'm gonna take you. Angel, it's Jack.

Oh, my god.

Poor little angel. I'm
not on your fm tonight.

I'm coming to you
live and in person.

Hi, this is us. Nobody's home right now ...
leave a message and we'll call you back.

Oh, nobody home? Don't worry.

Please ...

I'll come and keep you company.

Sam Waters.

He's here! It's Jack
! Please come and get me!

Where are you?
I'm in the car!

Ooh, a conference call.

Hello, Samantha.

Angel, is he in the car with you?

No, but he's talking, and I
can't see on this road! I can't

see on this road! There's no
traffic, and there's nobody here!

Aah!

What was that?
Angel?

I'm ok.

Damn, you're running out of gas.

Oh, my god.

All right, Angel, listen to me.
You have to tell me.

Poor little lamb ... all alone in the dark.
But don't worry. I'll be there soon.

Tell me where you are, ok?

I'm a few minutes from the Hoffman house.

I turned onto commerce somewhere.
I ... I don't know where I am.

Where's the school?
It's on Euclid and, uh ...

Euclid and what?

It's on Euclid and--and Crown!

Whatever you do, I do not want
you to get out of the car.

I can't get out of the car.

Hey, somebody help me! Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

What's going on?
Ok, hold on.

My roommate Angel Brown is in trouble.
She's 2 miles

east of Euclid and Crown. Please send
people over there. Jack has got her.

Angel, it's going to be fine, ok?
I'm coming right now.

It's too late.

He's already here.

Angel. Angel?

You ok in there? Something wrong?

I'm ok.

Sam! She's covered. Chopper's
in the air. Ground

support's less than 2 minutes away.
She's safe.

Ok, good. I'm gonna go home.

Sam.

What?
DeRhodes escaped.

What are you doing?
I'm leaving.

I have to get away from this for a while.
I am not angry. I mean, this

is not what this is about. It's not
your fault that Jack terrorized me on

some country road. He did it to get
back at you, and if he wanted to kill

me, he probably would've, but this has
forced me to re-evaluate my life.

Look, I can understand ...

I don't know how I feel
about him having his

hands around my neck,
but never squeezing.

Besides, this is not my first near-death experience.
He was back at the farmhouse.

He was actually here in Atlanta, and
they videotaped us in our own home.

I don't like being kept safe
day after day after day.

I'm living your life, Sam. I've really
got to rethink this whole thing.

I'll tell Chloe ...

Oh, no. I'll call her at her grandmothers.
I never leave without saying goodbye.

Novak, get all the airlines a
photo of DeRhodes. I also want a

breakdown of every male
passenger out at the

airport last night from 5 P.M.
On. John ...

Yeah.

Any luck with these rental cars?

We'll know in about 15 minutes.

We're leaving for Lasalle
in a half hour. Be ready.

George, I need you for a trace.

What's up?
This is all my doing.

DeRhodes is the one who
killed seven men. Not you.

Yeah, but he never would have been
moved to a lock-down if I hadn't

suggested it.
Ease up, Sam.

I can't. It doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes sense.

And I thought my apartment sucked.

Damn.

That's Wesley.

Hey. Scott Carls --
multifaceted, overqualified

nurse, slash guard, slash
physical therapist.

Sam Waters.

John.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

What happened to him?

When he was six years old, his mother caught
him playing with matches, and to make

sure it'd never happen again, she held
his hands over the flame of a gas range.

Kaiser told us DeRhodes knocked you
unconscious and took your keys.

Yeah, that's what he told me, too.
DeRhodes

rigged a window earlier
to take out the alarm, so

he used the keys to get out
the service sub-basement.

But, uh, I was
unconscious at the time.

What do you remember?

I put him to bed, locked him in his room,
then did the same for a couple more patients

up in the hallway there, and then came
back around here to the nurses' station.

Then how long were you
with the other patients?

Not more than a couple minutes.

And then you came back down this hallway,
and DeRhodes' room, it's on the east side?

East. That's correct. That
would make it the right side of

the hallway if you're coming
back to the nurses' station.

But you were hit on the left.

Yeah, the left.

It wasn't DeRhodes.

He was hit on the wrong side of the head.
Cell is on the right.

Unless you face the attacker, the
only way to get hit there is -

Get hit from the left.

Maybe he had an accomplice on the outside.

Or he was kidnapped. If he is the
object of the copycatter's obsession.

He could be trying to finish
what he started six years ago.

DeRhodes ever mention that he
wanted to kill his father?

He used to call him "The Billionaire Bastard".
Had a real sense of failure about that.

Jokingly said it was probably one more
thing his father thought he screwed up.

Thank you very much.

Sure.

FBI. We have a possible life-threatening
situation concerning Mr.

DeRhodes.

Mr. DeRhodes is out of the country.

Tell him it's about his son.

Just a minute.

Thank you.

Yes, the FBI about DeRhodes Jr.

Go ahead.

Now I know how Moses felt.

Mr. DeRhodes, I'm Bailey Malone.

I'm Brooks Winchell,
Mr. DeRhodes' private secretary.

How may we help you today?

We're investigating two
murders whose methods are

identical to those employed
by Mr. DeRhodes' son Arthur.

I see.

He escaped from Lasalle last night.

We're well aware of that, Mr. Bailey. Your
system may have failed, but ours did not.

We're not usually this -- how shall I
say-- heavily populated with artillery.

Yeah, well, whatever. We're
here regardless, and we have

reason to believe that Mr. DeRhodes
may be his next victim.

Well, rest assured, mister ...

John. My name's John. Just call me John.

Rest assured, John, Mr. DeRhodes
has never been a victim

in his entire life. He's certainly
not going to start now.

Would it be possible for
us to speak with him?

There's some people to see you. The FBI.

Good morning, sir.

My name is Samantha Waters, and I would
like to talk to you about your son.

Do you believe in evil, Miss Waters?

Yes, I do.

So do I. But from whence did it come?

I don't know.

Arthur was never blessed with guilt.
If I could, I would buy him remorse.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm the one who's sorry.
You

should've killed him
when you had the chance.

He is not of the heavens,
and he never will be.

But he's your son.

He is the devil incarnate.

I have no son. I have no son.

Betty. Betty.

I have no son.

All right, Mr. DeRhodes. Here you go.

You best leave.

This way please.

We'd like to talk with your security.

About what?
His protection.

I think not.

Remember, we're the FBI.

Do you have a warrant?

Not on us.

This is private property and
this conversation is over.

This is unbelievable. Isn't he worried?

Of course he's worried. That's why he has us.
After all, his son had

your protection and if I'm not
mistaken, he's now ... free as a bird.

Good day, gentlemen.

Madam.

See you.

We got no witnesses.

What about the hot line?

We got about ten billion calls from moderately
stocky guys in their late 60s, receding

hairline, terrified they're going to get
gassed in their sleep, but no witnesses.

Deep throat here.

What's he got?

One busted sewer pipe
repairman coming right up.

You sure it's him?

Yeah, I'm positive. Believe me, I searched
everybody who was ever on staff of LaSalle --

outside contractors, new hires, and even family.
Now, I narrowed it down to four ... who

could've done the work at Lasalle when the
marbles busted out the plumbing, and this guy

is the only one who was working during that
two-day shift. Meet one Bobby Mannetti.

Address?

Lives in a post office box.
Hospital staff. Spends

his 3-days-in-3-day-out
shifts on the grounds.

Does he have a cabin by the lake?

It's never enough, is it
? After I find it, you're gonna

want me to mow your lawn,
paint your garage, huh?

Just find it. Let's go
meet Bobby Mannetti. Got a

strong feeling he helped
Arthur DeRhodes escape.

Look at the way he makes his bed.
DeRhodes makes his with military

corners. It's flawless.
This is normal.

Unless he hadn't finished. Like
the tape on the new murders.

Excuse me, this is against the law.
You must have a warrant.

It's on its way.

Dr. Kaiser, do you have
a key to this locker?

Open it.

Very well.

Bailey.

Malone.

Bailey, it's John. We got a
problem with the billionaire.

They dust for prints?

No. We left it exactly the
way we found it, waited for

you guys to get here
. There's no chains, no tape.

Who was on the premises at the time?

Just the regular staff.

Sam!

It's oxygen. He just died.

Where'd you get this?
I really can't say.

George.

Oh, the ... white house.

Cool, huh?
It's beautiful, man.

It's their object-recognition
software that really does it.

It sorts through billions of bits of data.
Bingo! One made to order. Wood

pile, lake, flagpole. It's precisely
the way DeRhodes used to have it.

Do we know if it's bobby mannetti's cabin?

Let's find out.

This is as far as I can take it.

I want the exact coordinates
of that cabin within 500 feet.

Ok. How do you want me to do that?

Call the president.

You have your weapon?
Yep.

Stay with me.
Ok.

It's clear.

He set up this cabin the
same way DeRhodes did.

Everything's here,
every little detail.

DeRhodes used to keep his fishing poles ...

... right there.

"St. Jude's retirement home." Does
Mannetti have an elderly father?

Maybe.

The teddy bears and toys ...
it's as if he's trying to

create a childhood for
himself, just like DeRhodes.

Bailey.

Winston DeRhodes.

This must be Mannetti's father.

He's trying to copy DeRhodes right
down to his bad family life.

I think that Mannetti feels that he and
DeRhodes are the same person, the way they were

both robbed of their childhoods, both hated
their fathers. They want the same thing.

There's been a struggle.

He was here. Mannetti did kidnap him.

I mean, if they are of the
same mind, then maybe

he wants DeRhodes to do
his killing for him.

St. Jude's Retirement Home.

What are we dealing with here?
Not sure.

Gather the staff. We're going
to move all the patients

outside.
Welcome to St. Jude.

We're looking for a Mr. Mannetti.

That would be Francesco.
Is there some problem?

We believe so. Where can we find him?

His son Bobby and a friend are
visiting with him in his room.

Where's that?
- I have a map here.

Ok. You're here, and you want to be there.

You just go down this hallway and
turn left at the blessed mother.

John, I want you to go outside
and cover us from here.

Stay wired at all times.

You got it.
- Thank you.

Mannetti!

He wants you to negotiate with me
and only me, or he'll kill us all.

Bailey, let me.

John, Sam's going in alone.
You in position?

I have killed for this moment.

Would you be so kind as
to shut the door now?

John, she's in there alone.

What are you doing, Arthur?

If my pulse so much as
quivers from this valve, a

thousand pounds of nerve gas
sprays through the air.

All units alert.

You planned all this?

Not all, no. I wasn't there when the sperm hit
the egg, but I'd venture to say that from

that point on, I've been pretty much in control.
I even control your sniper out there.

Shoot me, the gas goes free.

They might as well shoot you.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Revenge. You had to get out to get to me.

Getting out of Lasalle was easy
. The fun was making you come to me.

You profiled Mannetti.

Profiling Mannetti was too easy.
I told him how to get rid of

his old man, his face lit up like
a kid's on Christmas morning.

Actually, you - guiding you to
get Kaiser to let me out of

isolation -- that was the yummy one.
I almost broke a sweat.

You had Mannetti ruin the plumbing.
That way, I would know

that someone had access to your
room, to your manuscript. You

damaged your manuscript with
water, then you led us to believe

that you had been kidnapped
. Good job, Arthur. Very good job.

Why, thank you. Coming from
you, that means the world to me.

As a matter of fact, in
my own rather odd way ...

Stay with her, John.

... I've always been sort
of proud that I was the

first man that you ever shot.

Oh, but you weren't, Arthur. You
weren't the first man I ever shot.

No, no. The first man
that I ever shot was ..

. an 18-year-old kid who
was still in high school.

Star drug addict named Marco. Yeah.
That was his name--Marco.

It was, uh, very bad timing. I mean,
I had been trained and everything,

... but cardboard targets don't bleed, do they?
I was at a store a few

days later, and I looked up at the
kid at the cash register and I

just hit a wall. It was as if the
bullet I'd fired the week before it

was as if that bullet had just found
its mark ... this ... very ...

... second.

One suspect is down. The other is secure.

You ok?
Yeah.

Who the hell is Marco?
John'll tell you someday.

He profiled me, Bailey. He
had me beat from the start.

How come you're the only one left standing?

'Cause I wasn't standing alone.

I rented a movie.

You want some popcorn?
What are you doing here?

I live here, don't I?
Yeah, you do.

I really missed you.
I missed you, too.

You know, it doesn't really matter what
happens to us in life. All that matters

is how we respond to it, and the problem
was not that I was living your life.

The problem was that I wasn't living
mine, and that is my job. No matter

where I am, no matter what's put
in front of me, life ... is hard.

So what, uh ... what movie did you get?

I got the odd couple.

I'm almost home, but I'm happy
to take you as far as I can.

Oh, I don't need to go that far. I'm just
headed down to my friend Angel's house.

That's funny. I just picked up a
girl named Angel the other day.

No kidding?
Come on in.

Didn't your mom ever tell you
not to pick up hitchhikers?

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