All language subtitles for Profiler s01e15 angels 2.eng

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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