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I'm glad Morgan's getting some sleep.

I'm gonna check on Sam . She seemed a bit rattled.

Yeah, she's very quiet.

Hey.

I have to go after him.

And how will you manage that, Sam?

We don't even know where he is.

Well, he knows where I am.

You honestly think I'd let you go out there alone?

I'm the one he wants, Bailey. I've got no choice.

We do, Sam. We're not walking away.

And we're not gonna let you walk out by yourself, either.

Jack's not your fault, Sam, and nobody here feels that.

This has to end.

We're gonna hit Grace's house first thing in the morning.

THIS TUB'S FOR YOU, SAM

NOW I CAN KILL SAM YOU'VE COME BACK TO ME

"This tub's for you, Sam." Well, this time he screwed up.

Yeah, well, this isn't his first mistake.

I mean, he wanted to kill Coop, but he ended

up having to kill someone else instead.

So he changed his M.O., tried to scare you.

Thought you'd all abandon me to protect yourself, but he was wrong.

Now, Morgan. He's angry, can't control the situation.

He's getting stupid.

The only time we saw Jack lose it was when he went ballistic over Coop.

So far, yeah.

Think he's watching now? Probably, yeah.

Tell you what. In three seconds, I'm going to

put my arm around you, and I'm gonna kiss you.

What? Just go with it.

What's the holdup with catering?

NATHAN: Background checks. I'll have it up tomorrow.

Let's get to it, huh? Jack's working locally, so John, Nathan, I

want you to work your snitches find out if they know anything.

He's a genius, and he's bored . Maybe if we taunt him, it'll make

him crazier, and then we won't have to find him.

He'll come to us.

Am I the only one having a hard time with that?

Jack can't possibly

think that Sam and John are together. He knows it's a trap.

Is it so unbelievable - me and Sam?

Of course, he knows it's a trap. He's probably glad of it.

We're talking about a man with a tremendous intellect. He has

a detailed knowledge of anatomy, electronics.

He's a hacker.

God knows what else he can do.

He craves, he depends on new challenges, puzzles.

He probably killed

for the first time just to see if he could get away with it. And

then he began needing greater and greater levels of difficulty

. He'll want to watch me with John. He'll want to wallow in his rage.

Kind of hard to watch you while we're locked up in this cave.

When we leave the VCTF to work the case, John and I can steal a moment.

We're gonna need a place Jack's already bugged.

We could always use my cabin in the country.

I'm sure Jack's infested it with some kind of bug.

You know he has. Place is swarming with laser mikes.

You know he's even got a remote-controlled video rig up in your trees?

If they go, I want to be right on top of it with our own surveillance.

Yeah, but long-range cameras, right?

So he doesn't pick it up.

I'm not gonna bet anyone's lives on it.

Let's see the diagram of his sightlines.

Well, as long as you stay on the west side of the deck, he can see you.

We started this, Bailey. We have to finish it.

You can set up a van outside as coverage.

Use infrared to see everything.

Having surveillance check the place out is enough reason for us to be there.

We have to be able to hear it, too.

Get a lip-reader. Put them behind a monitor.

They can be your ears.

Ok. Once you're there, stay where I can see you.

First whiff of trouble, mouth "Jack."

Ok.

I see you.

It's beautiful.

You like it? Uh-huh.

Now, did you build this?

I had a little bit of help building it.

Yeah?

I didn't do it all on my own ... - It's beautiful.

Though I like to take credit for it.

At this distance, I got ten feet of resolution.

Only things on two legs so far are Sam and John.

They're talking about how beautiful the place is.

I need word for word, Sarah.

"My ... my god, you turn me on."

That one was John.

What?

Hello?

God, I wish you could see yourself.

And why is that, Jack?

Think what you're doing to Tom. It's an abomination.

Tom ... is no longer with us.

Have you no respect for the dead? Have you no grief?

Hmm? Have I upset you?

I'm not upset. In truth, it's the tender trifles of your day that gladden my heart.

I'll be planning a very special get-together for just the two of us.

And, Sam ... wear something pretty.

Bottom line is he wants a face-to-face.

I'm not putting Sam in harm's way. No rig, no go, and that's not negotiable.

He's gonna know if she's wired. It's just gonna piss him off.

We can go another way. Grace can give Sam an implant

just under the skin . It's a passive crystal.

Jack couldn't detect it because it's only

live when we reach out to it with our signal.

Excuse me. Chloe wants to say good night.

Night.

Oh, good sleep to you, too, my lady.

We figured out a way to get a look at this son of A ... gun.

Chloe, time to go to bed, ok? I want him to take me.

You do? Ok, well, if you don't mind.

Nah.

Night.

We're thinking of taking an M.R.I. of Jack's face.

All right. Then who's gonna be the one to

ask him to lie still in the big, noisy tube?

Nope, see, that's the beauty. We can rig the van with

industrial-strength magnetic imagers, like they have in aerospace.

We can zap him from inside the van.

So, even if he's wearing a disguise, we can get a picture of his face.

Uh-huh.

I'm not authorizing this meet.

Did you tell him about the implant?

I know all about skin beepers, Sam. They're still experimental. I don't trust them.

This is our chance, Bailey.

I'm going with or without your help.

So ...

Nothing, I just -

Look, Angel, I have to, uh, I have to do something tomorrow and, uh, if ...

You don't have to say it. I already love her like my own.

Thanks. - Okay.

Aren't you gonna tell me this isn't gonna hurt?

Well, I wouldn't exactly say that, but my patients rarely complain.

John will be the wing man, van will never be more than two minutes behind you.

Allowing time for me to triangulate his location, fire up my machine, and

take this actual picture. I figure I'm gonna need a good minute, maybe two.

You know what he can do to you in two minutes.

Let's just do this.

Hello, Jack. You're late.

She's eager today. There's a pay phone where Betty Lane intercepts route 107.

I'll see you in fifty-two minutes. Six rings is all you get.

You better get going.

Let's go.

Hello? - Find the church, Samantha.

The phone booth on the corner of Logan and Cathedral Avenue.

You have seven minutes.

Bailey ... Jack made her take another car.

I can't follow her.

Hey. Let me have the phone.

I need to use the phone, ok? Thanks.

Yeah? - Testy.

Careful, or your path will narrow.

As it is, your growth has already been stunted.

But another lesson should get you back on track very fast.

Yeah, well, where exactly is this track?

1742 Cathedral Avenue.

Another walk, Samantha.

S-s-samantha.

We've been here before, Jack.

Your wisdom is getting you nowhere.

Rely on mine, and I will teach you humility. Forgetting

thyself will set you free to remember ... me.

Remember you? There's no room in my life for you.

Because of your new heartthrob?

Throb.

I'm afraid that little piggy's going to market.

We've got a fix on her transponder. She's fifty yards to the west. So is Jack.

Imaging now. I need thirty-one seconds.

John, he's up high, balcony or loft. After you've got every

window and exit covered, we'll rush in, hit it like desert storm.

Move.

Move, move.

Let's go.

Right.

Fan out. Out here.

Let's go.

We're ready.

Now ... fall ... on your knees.

I will NOT get on my knees for you.

I will NEVER get on my knees for you!

I am The Way. I am The Truth. I am The Life.

Poor, hungry little boy, always going to bed without his supper.

Must be hard not knowing what you want anymore.

Set.

Let's resume this later. It's almost time for your friends to get here.

He vanished!

Missed grabbing him by ten lousy seconds. The whole place was rigged.

He cut a false bottom in a dumpster and went

through an access plate to the next building.

He told me to come alone . He was giving me a chance.

A chance for what, to get killed?

Maybe, or maybe he just wants to keep playing.

The point being?

He's made himself a god. He wants to control everything, especially me.

So now, you failed his test, what's he gonna do?

He'll do what any god would do. He'll punish me, give me another chance.

What about this, huh? Won't be perfect, though, 'cause

we only got about nine-tenths of a complete M.R.I.

You see his left jawline never got imaged.

And don't forget, when you're going from a two-dimensional plane to

three-dimensional rendering, you lose something in the translation.

It's about the best I can do. I can't be sure if it's right.

Maybe it's time to check with someone who can tell us.

We've been over this, Bailey.

We don't know what Chloe saw.

That's my point. There are ways to find out so it wouldn't be

traumatic, Sam. We've got experts.

I'm an expert. I'm her mother. And I say no.

These people are all here for you, Sam, and I don't

mean just because they're locked up in here.

They're putting themselves on the line

. What Chloe knows might make the difference.

What Chloe knows might scar her for the rest of her life.

And don't you daresay, "So might Jack."

I know how bad this is for her. Believe me, I know.

And I know you'd do anything you can to undo

it, but you can't . Now you can stop it.

Find out what she saw, for Chloe's sake, if nothing else.

Pancake misses his mommy.

I thought you were his mommy.

I'm his adopted mommy. His real mommy was killed by

hunters in China, until you rescued him from the store.

Well, what about his daddy?

The bad man took him away to sell to the zoo...

... but he died on the way of a broken heart.

Well, that's a very sad story, Chloe.

I told him his daddy would always be with him in his heart, like you told me.

We all tried really hard not to think too

much about bad things that have happened, but

sometimes, when we try too hard, they can become

a secret, even to us. Do you know what I mean?

Chloe, do you remember the night that daddy was taken away from us?

D-do you remember that ...

you had a bad dream about that night, about a man coming into the house?

You ...

you drew me this picture. Do you remember?

Now ... I know that that was just a dream, but ...

Chloe, was there really a man in the house that night?

He leaned down real close to me and put his finger on his lip like this and went "shh."

And then I closed my eyes, and he was gone.

Chloe, did he look like that man right there?

No. - No?

He had a beard and mustache, and he was old.

Did he look like that, Chlo? - Yeah, he looked like that.

Ok. Ok. Ok.

The night Jack killed Tom, he was wearing this disguise - the same

disguise he had on when we chased him around the train station.

That's all she saw?

Thank god. Ok, let's move on.

We need a new game plan.

Meaning?

We need to think of something else besides using you as bait.

Why? I thought that was working.

Maybe too well.

He may have the murderous intellect of an adult, but he's really a two-year-old.

Brakes are off. Watch out.

I gotta test it out.

Well, it was risky enough before. At least we could hope

he didn't want to kill us outright. Now, who knows?

Well, if I'm not gonna be the lure, then who is?

Well ... I think- -I think I'm next at bat.

It's just an escalation of what we already started.

I mean, he already hates me.

Because of me.

But he can't control your emotions, and he hates that even worse.

Ok.

This is our best option, and we all agree we need to come up with a

plan, and I'm not gonna sign off until every detail is worked out.

I should hope to hell not. Don't worry. It'll be brilliant.

Just make it safe.

This is John. I'm not here. Leave a message.

I'll get it. Thanks.

Hey, Johnny. Pick it up. All right, have it your way.

Uh, this is Travis. Look, um, you've been squeezing me for

word on this Jack guy. I got something choice if you want it.

I'll, uh, I'll come out to your weekend place, say about 8:00. I'll see you then.

Travis, come in the house!

Travis.

John just left the house.

Gunfire from the cabin. I'm amplifying from my remote mikes.

Where is John? George, where is he?

He dropped off the screen, out of range.

We need a fix from the cabin.

All units, move out.

Come on, Sam. Let's go.

Move! Move it!

It's moving west, probably route 10.

That's still the crystal we're listening to.

We won't know if he's alive until we find him.

Ah, looks like you don't get the girl after all, huh?

So you're Jack.

I don't suppose there's any way I can talk you out of this, huh?

Had to ask. So how long have I been out?

I don't know.

Anything good on the radio?

Not really. You can drop the fearless act. It's

just the two of us. It's not believable anyway.

Everybody has a worst fear, and you know it.

Now, what's yours, huh?

Your lips or eyes? Or, uh ...

throat? Excuse me.

It's our first date, ok? I don't want to turn you

on too much here. I don't wanna get you too excited.

Yeah. Yeah. It did. No. No problems whatsoever.

Yeah. No. No R.F., no transmissions. Strip search. No. No bugs, no

wires, no nothing. He's very smug, yeah, but probably not for long.

So you guys got a support group now, huh?

Lunatics anonymous? Ya-aah. You feel normal for a few

minutes, so you call up one of your buddies who's just as

screwed up as you are, and he talks you out of your head again?

You're taking photos. Great, ok.

This is my better side. Hey, get this one. How--how many shots on the roll?

24. Well, there are 23 left. We're gonna have to use them all.

Oh. We? Who's we?

It's about time you guys arrived. You wanna untie me, here, huh?

Thank god you're ok. Here . You know how to use a knife.

Oh, thanks.

Sam, it's all clear.

Hey, you ok? Did he hurt you?

No. Only when he didn't laugh at my jokes.

It was worth it. We got him.

It's a match.

Tell you what ... he fancies himself as a bit of a photographer.

Just get that to the lab.

You ok? Yeah.

Heh. Come here. That gizmo Grace put in your

head -- it worked. We were on you all the way.

He's got a scanner. He was looking for a wire, too. So was his partner.

Partner?

Yeah. Somebody called. They were talking recipes. They were �

he was telling him the best way to slice and dice me.

No, no, no, no. Jack doesn't have a partner.

No, he does all his killing alone.

Well, take a look at the face. It's a match.

Well, then it wasn't Jack in the factory. I mean, he-

-he relishes his preparation, the--the game, the anticipation.

This guy ... Jack kills to own his victims.

He would have souvenirs or ...

... keep it out in the open, so he could appreciate and touch them.

This isn't Jack.

I did the blood work. We know that Jack is type

O-Negative from the note that he left you with

his own blood during the Kevin Moncarson case,

but the guy who abducted John is, uh, type "B."

Lab just processed the film from the dead man's camera. One photo taken.

Uh ...

You can burn that one, thanks.

That's better than your I.D. photo.

Ok, we ran the abductor's prints through C.I.C. His

name is Andre Kostos, suspect in a bunch of open cases.

He's a mechanic for hire.

Did you trace the phone call Kostos got?

Yes, I did. It's a pay phone. Local, southwest side, college park. Take a look.

The man on the left is Kostos . We found this print taped on the

bottom of a dresser drawer. Now, I enhanced the license plate.

It's registered to a St. Angeles. That's an orphanage ...

In college park.

Let's move.

This is the car.

So, assuming it was Kostos, he's what, a partner?

More like an employee. It's probably the first time Jack hired him.

A cut out. Keep him removed, just in case.

Yeah. Kostos kept records, though. He was very careful.

I wonder who took the picture.

Kostos could have taken it himself, automatic camera,

evidence of a payoff . Professional shooters do that

all the time, just in case the people paying for the

hit have second thoughts. Let's take a look inside.

Conceal the react teams and stay off the air.

Yes, that is our station wagon.

Can you get us a list of your employees and their home addresses?

Yes, I think that could be arranged. There are ten

residential units here. The rest are in south hall.

I'll have someone show you there when you're done.

These keys will open any room.

Thank you, sister.

Thank you.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Mr. Carruthers, there are some people here from the F.B.I.

They're in the west apartments now. Would you

show them to south hall when they're done?

Y-yes, s-sister.

Thank you.

Yes, sister.

This is it.

He left his wallet and keys.

Carruthers.

Good-bye, Samantha.

All units, Jack is in the vicinity. Close up the neighborhood.

It's acid.

It's acid!

All units, code 7 on the second floor!

Window is jammed!

Damn it! - I got it.

Bailey. Bailey, the wall. The wall. They plastered over an old door.

Sam!

Come on, Denzel. Don't you want to go home? Come on, boy.

Hurry up, Denzel.

Hi, sweetie. It was good to see you.

Bye, Aunt Grace.

See you, Denzel.

Woof!

Bye. See you soon, sweetie.

Come on everybody, we're going home.

I'll see you at home when I get back.

Finally going home. It feels good.

I know. And get to relax? Bye, mom.

Get our lives back in gear? See ya.

Take care, Rich.

Yeah.

Hey, come here, you.

Bye, Rich.

Bye, Sam. See you.

All right. In, in, in. Everybody in.

All right. Give me a kiss.

All right, I'll see you for dinner, ok?

Bye, mommy.

I love you.

I love you, too.

... Conducting a major manhunt ...

Look, there we are. We got the whole city involved, huh?

Every network, news channel, wire service, everybody in the

country wants to see it when we finally put Jack in a bag, huh?

Hey, what's this?

It's Jack's medical degree, or what's left of it.

You sure it's his degree?

Well, it was in a frame, and it was the only thing

in the room that hadn't been cut up or changed.

Jack needs to mark everything he touches, but he didn't touch this.

He's not a ghost anymore. He's a doctor who got his degree in 1970-something.

And, for the first time, he's running from us.

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