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New Orleans P.D. signed out the bourbon street bodies.

They're en route to Grace for autopsy.

We're overstaffed here with pathologists at a hundred fifty percent.

Sam, you might need to call home. We need to be in the

air in an hour to have another chat with Vanderhorn.

Now the coin killers' victims total fourteen people to date.

The only thing is that we don't know where Vanderhorn is right now.

Okay, take a look at the latest surveillance

video from Vanderhorn's office.

This was taken with of the bourbon street massacre.

He's getting very frustrated.

Isn't there any sound?

No, it's a security countermeasure that the bureau's unfamiliar with.

And that's all she wrote. Vanderhorn subsequently

hopped into a waiting car and lost our tail.

Now, the car surfaced at Dulles International,

but Vanderhorn has disappeared.

What do you mean "disappeared"?

I mean, like, "gone - without a trace". His jet is still sitting there on

the runway, but there's no record of him boarding any commercial flights.

How can someone fly without leaving a trace?

I can tell you. But then I'd have to kill you.

Ok, let's review what we know. We've got three subjects from a group

of four who are believed to be the children of Charles Vanderhorn.

"Believed" is right. Their fingerprints aren't on file, there's no birth

records of them, no school records, no passports, or social security cards.

On paper, the coin killers don't exist. Yet they do exist and

judging from the dead female, they're about twenty-two years-old.

Did we ever find out who vanderhorn was on the phone with

when he was watching that video of the killers as kids?

Yeah, um, I think it was his lawyer, Dean Hamilton.

I'm still working on it.

Well, by all means take your time.

I'm moving mountains. Nobody can tell. Vanderhorn Enterprises uses

its own phone exchange with protected numbers.

They're encrypted.

Well, get through it, around it, something. In the meantime, let's

get a picture of Vanderhorn and the coin killers on the wire.

Uh, now, Bailey, you could do that, but Vanderhorn has the

wherewithal to stay invisible for years. A better move might

be to put our heads together and come up with some kind of

sting, see if we can't get his kids and him to come to us.

Thank you, Coop.

People that disappear, phantom records. My CIA alarm is going off.

This could get messy if we're playing in the CIA's sandbox

. If covert ops are involved, they'll deny it, no matter what.

Yes! I'm patching in surveillance photos from Sobrejo, Costa Rica.

Austin Keller, aka Jack, is in this compound.

We got agents on-site, staking it

out, and extradition is approved with the Costa Rican civil guard assisting.

Let's get the jet prepped and ready in an hour.

Nathan, take charge here. Find Vanderhorn.

Coop, come with us.

He probably knows he's under surveillance. We should expect an ambush.

This is Malone. I want C.S. Followed by 3-second rushes to

the structure. Then, on my mark, cut power and hard entry per S.O.P. Any questions?

Good luck.

Watch your targets, check every damn corner, and heads up for booby traps.

Go.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Come on! Move it!

Move it! Move it!

Go in! Go in!

Clear that entrance.

This is Coop. I'm clear.

Bailey, John. It's clear. Nobody's home.

Hold positions. We're moving in.

Didn't our surveillance team confirm he was inside?

Calm down, Sam. Calm down.

He could access anything. Phones. Satellite feeds. Computers ...

Monitors.

Oh, well, Jack does like to watch, doesn't he?

He was here. He left in a hurry.

He's still here. - Sam - No. We were watching, Bailey.

Jack uses tunnels.

He just hit the wood line on foot, one o'clock.

Widen the target search. Cut him off.

I got him! I got him. Down on the ground.

Give me your arms. Both arms.

They have any idea when we're going to be able to fly out of here?

They're going to try to get us out later tonight.

That's what I heard.

You all right?

A couple of hours ago ...

I actually considered killing a man. I could see myself doing it.

It was so easy. As if it didn't matter.

Well, you know, if someone had taken from me what that man took from you, I'd

want to kill him, too. Meanwhile, you keep working at this amazing level.

You're raising your daughter. She can still smile

after what she lost. That's 'cause of you, you know?

Only you.

Ok ... now follow the grain.

Mm-hmm ... and smooth ... Like that?

Perfect. Then slow it down a little bit ... there you go. There you go.

Mommy!

Hey, sweetie. How are you? - Mom, I missed you.

Oh, I missed you, too.

How've you been, huh? - Good. Ha ha!

How did you do in your spelling bee?

I won. You did?

Yeah. You want to see my ribbon? Yes, I most certainly do.

I'll go get it.

She could not wait to tell you that.

Angel? - Hmm?

We got him. We got Jack.

Oh, jeez.

Oh, my - I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to thank you. When he killed Tom,

you took care of Chloe and me. I don't know if I could ever find a better friend.

Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

That's not your biggest worry if you don't have my Cubans.

Punch-punch. Nice. Ramona yoni.

We could've met somewhere else. You might want to be struck by

lightning, but I don't.

Then I suggest you lay off Charles Vanderhorn.

Is he protected by the agency?

Let's put it this way: He knows his way around Langley.

Is this some kind of Watergate thing?

Old buddy, nobody knows what this is, and the great majority don't want to know.

Why not, because Vanderhorn golfs with presidents?

And he handpicks congressmen and federal judges, and a lot of people are

allergic to unemployment. I mean, where does the 900-pound gorilla sit?

Anywhere he wants. So tell me, are these coin killers ... spooks?

They are using channels normally used in covert intelligence

operations, but - and hear this: No nation, no terrorist group, or organized

crime faction on this planet ever uses operatives with no identity at all.

It's too dangerous, too hard to find them if they go rogue. Now, these

guys, on the other hand, are something else.

They're something scary.

I'm in it now.

Yes, you are, and you're in it very deeply, so I'll

tell you what. For old times' sake, how about if

I spring a leak here, a little whisper there, toss

it out to a special prosecutor? No harm, no foul.

Can't do it. People'll get killed while a political

football's getting tossed back and forth.

How did I know that you'd be a knucklehead? I just

must've known that, so I brought you something.

What's this?

A labyrinth built by Dean Hamilton, esquire.

Thanks.

God bless, my friend. You're going to need it.

The after-action reports are on your desk, and I sent three agents to Washington.

They interviewed Vanderhorn's senior staff. No help.

Tripped over some last night. George.

These people were paid through even more serpentine channels than

Mardigian, courtesy of Vanderhorn's personal counsel

- Dean Hamilton.

Oh, yeah, I hit pay dirt on that phone trace. That was

Dean Hamilton on the phone with Vanderhorn that day.

So we have an olympic archery champion, a nobel prize-winning mathematician, and a

renowned obstetrician. This looks like a who's

who of overachievers from around the world.

All in Vanderhorn's pocket. These payments go back twenty years.

I don't see anybody who's mobbed up or part of any known terrorist cell.

There's no politicians, no community leaders.

He isn't buying influence.

He's buying skill.

This is very deep hide-the-ball stuff. Some of these

companies are CIA fronts. Where'd you get this, Bailey?

I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

Any particular order in the list of payments?

Yeah, it's date of disbursement. The first one is

to the obstetrician Raymond Scarborough, deceased -

Then four women, then ... immediately followed by Sergei

Mardigian, the tutor. Do we know where these women are now?

Well, let's see.

I've completed stage one of the forensic

examinations for the Jack-of-all-Trades case.

Well, what's the short version?

The man you arrested in Costa Rica is in fact Austin Keller.

Is he the Jack of all Trades? I don't know. We did a

quick-and-dirty DNA comparison of Keller's hair and hair

from Jack's Atlanta place. So far, it's inconclusive.

Ok, Grace. So what is the bottom line?

All we can say right now is that Keller is blood type "O" negative,

which is relatively rare, and we know that Jack is, too.

Have quantico put a rush on it. We're growing old here, Georgie.

It's not easy being me.

Greetings from the middle of Costa Rica's rainy season, where I did

a truckload of very soggy interviews. Unfortunately, Keller is

an accomplished pilot. The area is so isolated, it's impossible

to establish exactly when Keller was and was not in Costa Rica.

Wait. If he can fly a plane, why did he kidnap and kill that pilot?

I mean, why didn't he just take the plane?

Maybe that's the sick bastard's idea of carpooling.

Sam, this is Peter Koslowski from the U.S. Attorney's office.

He's heading the prosecution team on Austin Keller.

It's a pleasure, Sam. - Nice to meet you.

Nathan's the legal expert here. - Nathan.

Nice meeting you.

I don't mind telling you the case is already giving me fits.

Keller both waived rights and decided to represent himself.

The judge will tend to cut him some slack.

The last thing I need is him walking on some technicality, like inadequate counsel.

He'll probably perform like a pro. Uh, when is the arraignment?

Seventy-two hours. It's under control.

The judge will want a psychological evaluation.

I can recommend someone.

I can't take your recommendation. It could taint my case.

Peter, Sam wrote the book on Jack.

There's even precedent on her involvement as a victim.

I could memo your file with case citations.

It's ok. I understand. Listen, if I can't be involved

in the case, then that means that I can see him, right?

We turned the archive vault in the basement into a special confinement facility.

You want to see him, I'll put your name on the list.

Thank you.

Good morning, Dr. Waters. - Good morning.

I have orders to brief you on the holding and care of

special inmate Austin Keller. Right this way, ma'am.

His holding cell is a premium-grade stoneguard bank vault. This vault has

been specially outfitted with ventilation and surveillance applications.

So basically, a camera catches everything he does.

There's a twenty-four hour guard. He breathes.

That's about the size of it. If you don't mind

me saying, ma'am, I've never seen anybody sleep

in that there position. I ain't no doctor, but

this boy's bubble does not float to the top.

Well, I've never seen anything like him, either.

And I pray I never do again.

The coin killer's former activity was so much faster. His current

inactivity is beginning to worry me. It's bound to be followed by a big move.

George.

I got those 4 women. They're aged 40 to 44.

Three are still foreign nationals, but one of

them lives in San Antonio, Texas: Sarah Dietrich.

She was a tennis player twenty years ago.

ELAINE VAN DYKE, Chemist Amsterdam, Neatherlands

SARAH DIETRICH, Tennis Player San Antonio, Texas

STACEY O'HANLON, Poet Belfast, Ireland

ERICA MENZIES, Opera Singer Berlin, Germany

This is the picture from her driver's license.

George, you want to put up Vanderhorn's picture?

George, superimpose Vanderhorn and Dietrich.

Now morph into a new female.

Then reverse age twenty-two years.

That's her mother.

Miss Dietrich, I'm Bailey Malone. This is Sam Waters.

I only have a minute.

I see. All right, then. Have you ever been to a Dr. Scarborough? No.

This would've been around 20 years ago.

Are you sure? Yes.

Well, then perhaps we've made a mistake.

We...thought that this might be your daughter.

She was killed. Shot.

They told me ...

they promised me that she'd have a better life.

Who were they, Mrs. Dietrich?

The doctor and the lawyer who gave me the papers to sign.

Was the lawyer's name Dean Hamilton?

I think so. Shot?

Yes. Can you tell us anything about the father?

I never even met him. I was artificially inseminated.

The baby was taken as soon as she was born.

And you haven't seen or talked to her since?

I wanted to. But I was young. I was poor. I was ambitious.

You have any other children for them?

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Certainly you realize I'm bound by attorney-client privilege.

Mr. Hamilton, I used to practice law. In fact, I'm still licensed.

And that license makes me an officer of the courts sworn

to represent my clients without breaking the law.

This shell game you played for Charles Vanderhorn

looks a lot like racketeering. Now, we've spoken

with with Sarah Dietrich. I see fraud and violation

of the Mann Act. That's enough to strap on Rico.

The racketeering influences and corrupt

organizations statute applies to lawyers, too.

Mr. Hamilton, we know that you want these killings to end.

The prospect of criminal prosecution provides

you with a loophole for your privilege.

I don't know where Charles is. He goes his own way. I

don't know where the children are, either, but ...

I'll tell you everything I do know.

That's it. Charles' mothers of the future. Each

selected for excellence in her chosen endeavor.

All foreign nationals. From left to right: Elaine Van Dyke, a chemist.

Her son is Michael, the oldest. Erica

Menzies, Opera Singer, Mother of Gabriel. You

know Sarah Dietrich, Uriel's mother. Stacey O'Hanlon was a poet. Mother of Raphael.

The names ... archangels.

Why don't you know where they are?

Charles compartmentalized information on a need-to-know basis.

I created a trust when they were born for when their education was completed.

It matured, and I deposited the proceeds, $40 million,

into a numbered account in the Cayman islands.

The trust also includes powers of attorney to control key holding companies

in the Vanderhorn empire. These were placed in

a safe deposit box in Jacksonville, Florida.

The money was withdrawn and the safe deposit box emptied.

And that is ... all I know.

Where did the children grow up?

Only Charles knows. The instructors were flown in to the kids blindfolded.

That's where Vanderhorn is. Where his children grew up.

Yeah?

I am damn good ... or damn lucky. Here. The saga

of Vanderhorn Enterprises in all of its glory.

No environmental screwups, no labor fights, not

a glimmer that Vanderhorn ever gave bribes.

What about his personal life?

He doesn't have one. No wives, no girlfriends since Sonny's mother O.D.'d.

Compared to the rest of the family, Charles Vanderhorn's a saint.

Not to them. Thirty-nine pages of failed businesses by members of his own family.

Millions to charity, not a dime for his family.

Maybe he doesn't think they're worth it.

Great. You're still here. I thought you might want to take a look at this.

What is it?

The one on the left is a recording of Jack's calls to us in the past.

On the right is Keller over the last few days.

They're different. - Yeah. Well ...

voiceprints are never as solid as fingerprints.

However, the computer gives us 72% confidence that it's a match.

Great. Um ... thanks, Grace.

Finally. Samantha.

Shall we?

Would it bother you if I told you that you're

nothing at all like what I had expected?

No, but it bothers you, doesn't it? You need me to justify your hate.

Is that what happened with Janice Fletcher? She was your first victim, wasn't she?

Was she? You tell me.

Do you remember what she looked like?

What her last words were?

I do fascinate you, don't I, dear Samantha?

Is there any other victim that interests you?

You don't want to talk about Janice Fletcher? Why is that?

Is that why you covered Maude Martin's face?

You felt bad about killing her?

Why don't you ask me what you really want to know?

And what is that?

Yes, Samantha, there is a Santa Claus. I'm the man who killed your husband - the

Jack of all Trades himself. The Jack of all Trades.

The jack of all trades himself.

We're doing our best to follow this latest money trail-like

we did with Mardigian - but so far, we got nothing.

And that's all we're going to get. The coin killers

are controlling core companies in the Vanderhorn

empire that could swallow ten times the amount

of money we're looking for without belching.

Hey, guys, coin killers found a new toy. There's been a bombing in Orlando.

Eleven dead. Twenty-eight went to the hospital, critical but stable.

Give us a rundown.

Tickets went on sale for a rock concert. Group's called Hot Dreams.

Some kind of scandalous performance. People lined up for blocks.

They wanted witnesses.

They drove up here, parked a car illegally. Three white males got

out and went and stood over at the curb over there and waited.

After the explosion, they walked away calmly. ATF

bomb squad found silver dollars in the shrapnel.

It was a pipe bomb ... in the backseat.

Malone. - Why a bomb?

I don't know, but it has the same signature as the killings of Mardigian, Fitzgerald,

and Sonny Vanderhorn. There's got to be a connection to Charles somewhere.

Guess who owns the concert hall.

Charles Vanderhorn. Before, the killers were purging the Vanderhorn family of

its members who misuse money. Now they're purging the Vanderhorn family assets.

Sam, I want you to go over everything from the beginning with

John and Nathan. We need to anticipate the next hit. Coop?

Yeah.

Let's find out where that bomb was made. - I'm already on it.

Hey.

You know, they tried to get me to do this paperwork torture about

twice a year, I just blew them off. So, uh, what's the deal.

Tell me about that bomb.

Well, it was definitely intended to be antipersonnel.

It was low blast, low velocity, long on shrapnel.

Can you trace where it was made?

Not in this lifetime.

Ok. Thanks. - You bet.

You know, Bailey, I, uh

- I'd love to tell you something right now that you want to hear, but I'm

supposed to do my job, right? I'm paid to call them

like I see them, and that's what I did, right?

No one's questioning your professionalism, Coop.

It's the attitude we could do without.

The attitude you could do without.

I just don't want you disrupting the team.

You don't want me hurting Sam. - That's right.

Yeah. Well, you can put your mind to rest. On both counts.

Maybe we're still missing the connection between

the Bourbon Street killings and Vanderhorn.

George, are you sure that bar isn't owned in

some roundabout kind of way by Vanderhorn?

Well, I got a veil-piercing program in here based

on the payment structures we discovered, and

that bar is owned by a sole proprietor, and his

bank has no apparent connection to Vanderhorn.

Without a financial connection between the Vanderhorns and the victims,

we're looking at a whole different signature from the other killings.

The coin killers have been raised without any of the

things that differentiate us as people. I think that we're

dealing with four people who are so alike psychologically

that they're not distinct. They're not individual.

But parts of one whole. An entity.

When the entity lost a piece of itself, it was in great pain.

It saw people partying, having a good time ...

And lashed out.

The bombing was in Orlando, right? Is that between

New Orleans and someplace they were headed?

Hang on. Put my trusty veil-piercing program on titles to Florida real estate.

We better order lunch, huh?

Yeah, hey, does somebody want to, uh, get the "kick me" sign off my back, please?

Whoa. Bingo. Private island off the Coast of Florida

- Leto Keys.

That's owned by a company that's owned by a

company that Vanderhorn Enterprises controls.

There you go.

Go! Go, go, go, go!

What is this? What the hell is this?

This is private property. Unless you can show me a

warrant, you're going to have to get off this island.

Whatever you want from me, speak to my attorney.

That's how we got the names Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel. Mr. Hamilton

has been loyal to you for thirty years, sir.

Even he knows that this has to end.

Yeah.

I can't expect you to understand. We were going

about the future in entirely the wrong way.

So exactly what truth are we missing?

That it takes people who never were for the perfect world to ever be.

I had to deny myself. See my perfect children ...

on weekly videotapes. Keep them away from

corruption and vice, so that they might ...

know perfection ... and show us all the way.

Were they taught money is the tool to achieve perfection?

No. They were taught that money ... is the

organizing instrument of mankind ... that those

that wield it have power, and with that power ...

comes responsibility. Noblesse oblige.

Or more to the point, the right to enforce your will.

My children were never taught violence. Never.

They were taught to revere life.

House is clear. - Grounds, too.

Mr. Vanderhorn ... your children were raised devoid of any mothering

or nurturing or any normal human contact. They were taught to worship

efficiency, to vilify the unenlightened. Now you tell me - what is the most

efficient and effective way to get rid of someone you don't approve of?

Kill them.

You're probably right in thinking that they've headed to the island.

The problem is, they may be able to stop along the way.

They have a private jet, but even with a coded transponder signal, I could

trace the jet through the national security agency if I have the call name.

Well, I-I don't have the vaguest idea what it could be.

What about something from the videotapes? A favorite story, a game they played?

Mr. Vanderhorn ... that picture of the sailboat

in your office - they made that, didn't they?

- Yes. George, can you -

That isn't art on the sails, is it? That's ideoglasia.

What's that?

It's a made-up language. You see it a lot amongst

children who have been raised in isolation.

I can, uh ... translate it for you if you'd like.

Yeah, please.

"Yes, we strive so that this morsel of hope shall not perish from the earth."

How's it signed?

"Corpus ... Vanderhorn."

The jet landed in Miami. Vanderhorn owns a tv

production studio and a construction company there.

What's the tv studio do? - Infomercials.

Unprincipled commercialism. They'll shut them

down and kill as many people as they can.

Let's go.

Sit rep.

Screwed. Two suspects believed dead in the tv studio.

Oh, god.

Miami P.D. can't get to the bodies because the last

suspect has high ground in the studio's master control.

Is the O.I.C. with the program?

They're not too happy about the 2 cops down.

It's our show, though.

They've on with the forward position. The suspect can't hit

anybody unless we assault first, which we're going to have to do.

No, no, no.

There's a cop - a wounded cop - laid down in the open. She goes to

the hospital in the next five minutes, or she goes to the morgue.

There's another way. Come on, you find another way.

All right, look, look. Let's just, uh - let's see if

we can clear a line and get a couple of phones, ok?

Hold your fire!

No one fires until I give the order!

Hot line into master control.

Mr. Vanderhorn, we have to end this now. - Yes.

Hello?

Hello, Gabriel. This is, uh - this is your father.

He hung up.

Yeah. Ok, we're going to try again, all right?

Just let it ring.

I'm going to let these people pull their buddy out.

You're not mein vater.

I am. - I am.

I'm very proud of you. - I'm-I'm proud of you, Gabriel.

You've done your duty as a Vanderhorn.

You did your duty like a - a Vanderhorn. A true Vanderhorn.

Ich bin a Vanderhorn.

Yeah, I know. Uh, I am very sorry. I-I-I-

No, no, no, no. This has to stop.

Uh ... you see ... this has to stop.

No. They killed Uriel and Michael and Raphael.

I will kill them all.

Kill with me, Vater.

No, no. You have too much blood on your hands, son.

On our hands. I'm coming up, son.

Don't make me kill you, vater. I will if I have to.

I'm coming up there, and you're going to hand over your gun to me.

Mr. Vanderhorn ... there's a very good chance that he will kill you.

He has that right.

I can't authorize this.

Agent Malone, do you have any children?

All units stay on high alert.

I'm coming up.

Gabriel! I'm coming up, son.

Nein! Get back!

Hold your fire!

Put the gun down, son.

Put the gun down, my boy.

Come on, come on, come on.

He's going to make it.

It's what happens when he gets in the room.

Put the gun down, son.

Oh, my god.

I'll kill you. Don't make me.

Gabriel, you were meant to ... do good in this life ...

to make life better. For

that, I sacrificed my love ... and your soul.

I'm not going to sacrifice your life.

Put the gun down, son.

Snipers, get ready.

Get into position.

Gabriel.

Oh, my son. My son, my boy.

How sad. To know that you've destroyed your children's lives.

That's about the worst thing I could imagine.

As nuts as Vanderhorn is, he

might've had better luck if he had tried to stay involved. The sight of you

having to put words in his mouth because the man didn't have a clue how to

talk to his own kid - that was about the most pathetic thing I've ever seen.

Hmm. You know, I-talked to Keller today.

I heard.

He told me he was Jack. It's odd, though, you know.

It doesn't feel like it's over.

You might just need some time to get used to the idea.

Hmm, probably.

I could get used to this, I'll tell you.

Hmm. I don't understand why he didn't want to talk about his victims, though.

I mean, Jack always tries to impress me with his superiority.

You know, Sammy ... this might be your first ...

real chance to start letting go.

Yeah. It might be. - It might be.

Has anyone ever told you that you have the most amazing mouth?

No.

They should've.

Words in his mouth. I put words in his mouth.

You want to take a ride with me? - Sure.

If you don't cooperate, you could find yourself

extradited to one of the fifteen states that want you.

Let's see. Uh, nine have the death penalty. You want to roll those dice?

I appreciate your feelings, Dr. Waters, but I don't appreciate

being dragged down here in the middle of the night.

I'm sorry, but this is urgent.

It's a waste of time. - No, it isn't.

Is it, now? You know you want to tell us.

What's the use of being the jack of all trades, the greatest serial killer in

the world, if you don't get to talk about it?

No one's done what Jack's done.

You even turned your hunters into the hunted

when you killed Samantha Waters' husband.

You did this right before I interviewed Keller.

You spoon-fed him.

It's a tried-and-true interview technique. You show them

that you know everything, they might as well give it up.

For normal perps.

He passed the psych evaluation.

Austin Keller is grandiose delusional. You described to him one of

the most formidable, one of the most brilliant killers imaginable.

Keller believes that he's Jack.

But we have the diploma from Savannah medical college, dated in the seventies.

Planted.

You're telling me that Keller is not a serial killer?

No, he's a serial killer. He killed 11 people in Georgia, but he is not Jack.

No, I'm sorry. I'm not even close to buying this.

I can prove it isn't Jack.

You look very nice today, Samantha.

I don't believe that you're Jack.

You don't want to believe it. Do you know why, Samantha?

Because, deep down inside, you know you should've

killed me when you had the chance, but you

didn't have the guts. You got your husband killed,

and you don't have the guts to avenge him.

What's his name? What's my husband's name?

You mean, what was his name?

Jack knows the name. Now come on, tell me his name.

Come closer. I'll whisper it in your ear.

No, I don't think I'm going to tell you. I think I'm going

to let you wonder ... twisting ever so slowly in the wind.

You don't know.

You're not Jack.

He's playing with her, like he does with everybody else. It's him.

If I were you, I'd amend your charge sheet. It'd be a shame to lose the Austin Keller

case because improperly attributed Jack

crimes created a reasonable doubt for a jury.

The definitive DNA tests will be back in a week. We'll see then.

Don't embarrass yourself, Peter.

What are you doing up? What's happened?

It's not him, Angel. It's not Jack.

Are you sure? - Yeah.

He's still out there.

You know I can't stand it

your runnin' around / you know better, mama

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down

yeah / I put a spell on you because you're mine

ahh.../ you're mine yeah.

a-a-all ... mine.

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