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Profiler 1x09
The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Originally aired:
January 4, 1997

Ok, man, here it is -- check it out --
best damn ball in town.

(laughing) Yeah.
Go wide. All right.

Sam!

Hey, Sam.

Hey. Didn't Bailey say that we had
a nine o'clock briefing?

Yeah. Well, maybe he
had a late night.

That's not like him.
He's usually on time.

Take it as a golden opportunity.

For what?

Just ... try and go with it.

Well, ok.
I'll be in my office.

Over to the right.

Watch out!

Oh, man!
- How many points do I get?

Two ... for making the catch, six
for saving his hide.

Know how much the government charges
us for office supplies?

Keep it where I can't see it.

Maddy, sorry I'm late.
- Oh, I just got here myself.

Sam Waters, Maddy Duvall.

Hello. I've heard a lot about you.
- Nice to meet you.

Second string draft choice
here is John Grant.

Hey. Nice catch.
- Five older brothers.

Maddy's our Native American Liaison
with the B.I.A.

Well, let's do this in
the conference room.

Somebody clean this up, please.

Everything ok?
- Yeah. Just misplaced my I.D. wallet.

You lost your credentials?

It's gotta be around somewhere.

That's unlike you to misplace
things, Bailey.

It'll show up.

Better hope so, or you're
looking at a lot of red tape.

This is where it started: A one
hundred-year-old

ceremonial meeting room located on the
Minnewasca reservation in Illinois.

It was burned to the ground.

Arson?
- Well, at first, we didn't think so.

As you can see, there wasn't
much left to investigate.

Were any forensics done to determine
the presence of accelerants?

The minnewascans are not a wealthy tribe.
They kept the investigation in-house,

handled by the reservation police.

Two days later, the tribal council
building became infested with termites.

You think there was a connection?
- Not until two weeks later,

when the same things began to happen
on the Chaochi Reservation in Missouri.

So it's the same person?

All the incidents occurred at night,
same M.O.,

nobody is ever heard or
seen coming or going.

And nobody ever
called in the police?

Reservation police
are police, Mr. Grant.

You know what I meant.

Yes, I think I do.
B.I.A.'S been handling this.

It's over our heads now. Unless we
can get some skilled help --

You know as well as I, Maddy, the F.B.I.
Doesn't have such a great record

record when it comes to
reservation cases.

Sometimes just our presence
makes things a lot worse.

May I have the next slide, please?

Two weeks ago, the Chief of the Proudfoot
tribe in Kentucky was murdered.

At first, we didn't tie it in to the
other incidents, and then it

started again on the Zaca
Reservation in Arkansas.

Burned buildings, dead cattle, insects,
and three days ago,

another chief was murdered.

Looks like whoever it is,
is on a roll.

It isn't gonna stop now.

We'd be putting our necks at risk just
crossing into the reservation.

Well, it's not unusual for us.

We don't get any points
for not showing up.

What's that?
- Spirit chasers.

A simple welcome sign would
have done the trick.

Do you believe this? They do it to
ward off evil spirits.

It's nearly the end
of the 20th century.

The only evil that's here
is man's work.

Not ghosts.

It must be difficult for you.
- What's that?

Oh, trying to juggle both worlds.

Tradition can coexist in
the modern world.

It has to if we're
going to survive.

I didn't recognize him.

Looks like they know we're here.

Carl "Two Mules" Smythe.

Looks like B.I.A. brought the F.B.I.
and needs the A.A.A.

I see you've been
officially welcomed.

Bailey Malone, John Grant, Sam Waters.

Carl's the police chief out here.

Sorry about that, folks. Not everyone
around here thinks the F.B.I. is

the best way to
handle our problems.

And you?

Hell, I'm a cop who knows when
he's in over his head.

I'd take help from John Wayne and the
Cavalry if they rode in.

Carl, how long has
this been happening?

Pretty much since Chief Red Horse
been murdered.

And it's not getting any better.

Nakasante's getting real
popular around here.

Nakasante?

It's The Reclaimer, Angel of Death.

It's a spirit, not a man. That's what
the people are afraid of around here.

Have you been able to arrange a
release on the chief's body?

For autopsy?

Ah, That's a big word
around here -- and a bad one.

Been fighting for it.

Can't say I'm having
much luck.

It's very important that we
get a look at the body.

Miss Waters ...
some things are sacred --

that includes the dead.

Well, to be honest, Carl, it's
pretty hard to conduct a murder

investigation without forensics.

Is there someone I
can speak to?

Yeah. There are six people
you can speak to.

Tribal council.

They're the folks
you gotta convince.

Carl, if we're gonna make it out
to those crime scenes,

you oughta leave while
the sun's still up.

I'll take Bailey out there.

My truck doesn't have the
ventilation flow-through

Maddy's got, but, uh ...

the music's better.

You mind sitting in the back?

It's pretty quiet around here.

Did I come during super bowl?

People are pretty flinchy
around here nowadays.

Lot of rumors,

lot of ghost stories.

They're afraid of us.
- Yeah, that, too.

What's the red paint?

Goat's blood. It's to
keep Nakasante away.

Nakasante gave our people ten times
ten times ten years to make

the earth green and the rivers flow.

Doesn't look like we're going
to the head of the class.

For that, you die?

You're reclaimed ...

to the afterlife.

Dying isn't always death.

Yeah, well, it was
in my neighborhood.

I haven't seen a cat this
close to town years.

Looks like you
made a friend.

This is a Stone People Lodge, commonly
known or called "Sweat Lodge."

Chief Red Horse lived over
there back in the trees.

Every morning, he would walk down
here and up to the lodge.

You all right?
- Yeah. Can't you knock?

On a blanket?
- (laughs) Ha.

Ok?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Carl, you said that the Chief was killed
here but that his body was moved?

To a field about three
miles from here.

Were there any footprints or tracks?

No, just Chief Red Horse's
entry in the lodge.

Any idea how he managed that?

No.

There's a problem at
the tribal museum.

What's the problem?
- Leon Fox and about two dozen

others, they're holding
the Manager inside.

I need a little backup.

What do they want?

They're trying to perform a
ceremony to appease Nakasante.

Great.
- Yeah, Leon's ranting about how we

should never have left the old ways.

He says that by turning our heritage
into souvenir stands and trying to

attract white men into the reservation,
that's the cause

for all that's happening here.

Where's Bailey?

He's trying to talk them down, but he
asked me to pick you up.

Let's go.
- No, Carl.

Leon's been telling everyone

how you brought the F.B.I.
onto the reservation,

how you betrayed your own people.

If you show up with John, its just
going to make things worse.

Why don't you go on with Sam?

If I need you, I'll
get you on the radio.

You be all right.
- Yeah.

Ok. See you. Yeah.

Twenty head of cattle: Stone dead,

laid end to end, tails tied together.

Any idea what killed them?

At first glance,
I'd say it was escoo.

What's escoo?

Made from local plants. It's a
traditional poison,

used sometimes by our hunters.

You ran tests?
- Ha. Checked their tongues.

Escoo turns the tongue blue.

Once you see it,
you don't forget that.

Were there any visible wounds
on any of the animals?

None that we could find.

And you checked the
water in the trough?

Clean as a whistle.

Carl, what's down there?
- Show you.

It's called the River of Tears.

"River" may be too strong
a word for it, though.

Might have been at one time.

It's beautiful.

What is that?
- Stone Cairn left over

from the great battle. Pond was
supposedly created by the tears

of the dead, whose spirits still look
after and protect the little ones.

Carl, is this pond sacred?

Yeah. This is where most of the
little ones are consecrated.

Carl ...

is there any way you could take a
sample from this water and

compare it to the tissue sample
from the dead cattle?

Think whoever it was put the
poison in the pond also?

Yeah, I think he might've.

Holding a man hostage, Leon,
is not gonna do much

to further your cause.

Our cause? Is that what you
think this is, a cause?

We're trying to save our lives
and the lives of our families.

I understand, Leon,
but this isn't the way.

I understand there's nothing
supernatural behind what's

You understand?

going on here.
Let the Manager go.

He has nothing to do
with any of this.

So you're here to show us
the way, is that it?

Like you've always
shown us the way?

It's too late
for your ways.

We're trying to help
you here, man.

You wanna help us, go home.

Get off the reservation.
This doesn't concern you.

You're not welcome here!
- Leon, come on.

Fire!

The Manager.
- Right behind you.

You ok?
- Oh, ok, ok.

You ready to rethink your
position on the supernatural?

No luck, uh, finding your I.D.?

Tore my house apart last night.

Went through every corner
of this building.

It's gotta be somewhere.
- Or it's gotta be lost.

It's not lost.

You wake up in the
morning, where's yours?

Top right-hand drawer
in the dresser.

Always, right?
- Always.

Ok. It's probably the same for
everyone who works here.

Until you lose it.

This is some kind
of joke, right? -No.

You've got it, right?
- No, I haven't.

I haven't got it.
I swear.

What do you want?

Sam's video conference from the
Proudfoot Reservation's all

to Rock 'n' Roll.
- Oh, yeah.

Fifteen minutes?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm pretty sure that the man we're
looking for is a Native American.

Anyone can get on the reservation,
can get access to the pond.

Yeah, but why wouldn't they put the
poison in the trough?

I think they poisoned the pond because
they wanted to attack something sacred.

They were attacking tradition itself.

Bailey, do you have that series
of photographs we discussed?

Yeah. These photographs were taken on

three of the reservations that
have been hit.

We've got Indian Hospital,
Police Station, Fire Station,

New Elementary School.

All very modern,
very up-to-date.

You see, I don't think that
the rage we're seeing here is

directed at the people, per se.

I think it's directed at custom.

I think so, too. If he wanted
to hurt the tribe,

why not pick one of the
more modern facilities?

If you just wanted to kill
cattle and scare people,

why poison the pond and
not the trough?

This is anger at tradition.

Something from his childhood?

Yeah, probably --

there was a case in '87.

It was the Gennaro case.

I worked it. They kept him locked in
the basement for two years,

forced him to recite constant
prayer and confession.

Right. Alfred Gennaro was
a priest killer.

He targeted his rage
at the church --

the fundamentalist church
in particular.

So you think we're looking
for the same thing here:

A Native American subjected
to some kind of

religious and traditional
child abuse.

Yeah, well, I don't think an outsider

would place enough value on these
traditions to target them.

Did you find anything on the
Proudfoot Reservations?

Yeah. It's pretty much the
same as the Zaca.

Everyone is terrified.

They're blaming everything
on Nakasante.

The Proudfoot have
have Nakasante, too?

All the tribes that were hit
are descendants of the Honi --

they all share the same
basic religious beliefs.

Is that common knowledge?

It is to whosever doing this. Sam,
do you have anything else?

No, not really. I'm having a
lot of trouble on this one.

There isn't much
documentation on Nakasante.

When are you flying back?

I've got a flight in an hour.

I'll see you guys back at
at the reservation, I guess.

We'll keep the wagons
in a circle.

Both Chiefs were killed with the same
sort of blunt weapon-- rounded,

two inches in diameter, like a hammer
handle without the hammer ...

here.

Could be a war club.
- Hmm?

It's a weapon, Grace.
Mostly ceremonial,

but once used
in ritual battles.

Oh, and what is that bit about leaving
the Chief's ears intact?

That's how I convinced them
to release the body.

I told them you'd
leave the ears.

He was a great hunter and scout
when he was alive.

It's their belief he'll need his ears

to remain alert in the afterlife.

You have the toxology report on the
pond water and the cattle?

Mm-hmm.
Sam was right.

I found the same poison in the
pond that I found in the cattle.

Mm-hmm, did you have fun?

I know ... I miss you,
too, Babygirl.

All right, honey. Well, mama will
be home as soon as she can, all right?

So you be good. Ok.

Big kiss. All right.

Bye-bye.

Hello?

Hello?

May I help you?
Oh ... I'm sorry. I, um--

I didn't mean to intrude.
I was --

my name is Sam Waters.

I know your name.

I expected you to find
your way here.

They tell me you have
powerful medicine.

Well, forewarned is
forearmed, I guess.

Good looks and ... brains, too.

Come on in.

(mutters) Sure.

I hope you're not a
basketball fan.

Well, I know who
Michael Jordan is.

Sure. Who doesn't?

Come on in.

Everyone is welcome in
the House of Joseph.

My relatives call me Uncle Joe.

Sit down.

Thank you.

I was in the purification
lodge last night.

The rocks told me
you would come.

There was a cat --

a panther.

Black, with yellow eyes.

Yes. Is he yours?

Heh ... is she mine?

She is your spirit,
Miss Waters --

a guide.

You and her have chosen one another

because you are connected ...

in here.

It's funny.
I wasn't afraid.

It's as if I knew she
wouldn't do me any harm.

You have great vision.

You see into the
spirits of men.

Your vision troubles you.

Sometimes, you feel it is
better not to know.

A lot of what I see
is very dark.

You suffer, too ...

not from what you see,

but from a terrible loss.

A shadow follows you.

You will have to
battle that shadow.

You may fail.

How do you know
all of this?

We both search for the truth.

You have your diplomas
and your duties.

I have thousands of
years of history,

and the great mystery
is with me.

No word from Sam yet.

Her plane arrived on time.
Maybe she got stuck in--

in traffic or something.

Anything here?

I found some hot spots
across the floor.

No ignition devices yet.

I've got an arson
team coming in.

ooo ...

Think they'll find something?

You starting to buy into
this ... Nakasante?

Well, you know,
having some of this wild stuff

makes police work a hell of
a lot easier. I mean,

how many times would you
like to say to the Press

that after extensive investigation,

folks, we've decided that
the whole thing is chalked up

to Evil Spirits.

You don't believe that
what is happening is

caused by Nakasante,
do you?

Heh...not unless he has an
oil company credit card.

Nakasante doesn't need gasoline ...

to make his prophecies come true.

The evil here ...

is the evil of a man.

Go ahead.
You can say it.

Say what?

You believe this man
comes from my people,

but you are afraid
to offend me.

Yes, I do ...

but I believe that
he was an outcast,

that he was abused
by very traditional,

religious parents
or people.

Then he must come
from the Honi.

But I think he comes from
the Zaca, specifically.

He's done more crime here
than on the other reservations.

I think that he's come home
to finish what he started.

Look at this.
Beautiful, isn't it?

Such a waste.

These were in pretty good shape.

Oh, yeah. I'm glad
something is.

We're never gonna get this guy.

We'll get him, Maddy.

Yeah, but how much else has to
happen before we do?

How many people have to die?
- Bailey?

Sam's on the horn.

We'll be right back.

Hey.

That's great, Sam. From who?
- His name is Uncle Joe.

He's the Zaca Brujo.

Ok. See you later.

Maddy! ...

Maddy?!

Listen, I am telling you,
Maddy dropped off

the face of the planet.
She's uh, ...

Nobody's seen her on the
reservation. Her car's still there.

Besides, if she had just wandered
off, we would have seen her.

Yeah, well, that's what I'm saying.
It doesn't make any sense.

There were no tracks coming
out of the museum.

It was muddy.
She would've made tracks.

So how do you suggest I write
up this sit rep --

"Woman abducted by
thousand-year-old Indian Spirit"?

Yeah. Ok?
- Thanks.

Who are they?
- The nakasante.

Three guys? What,
they're a gang? - No,

only one of them,
but they were all taken from

their parents on the
Zaca Reservation,

put in foster homes
by Family Services.

They fit Sam's profile, and they're
all on Uncle Joe's list.

For child abuse?
- Yes,

but a particular kind.

Jimmy Blue Heron was kept in a
closet and made to recite the

Zaca Ceremonial Prayers
ten hours a day.

I thought catechism was tough.

Samuel Ageesi was branded
with tribal symbols,

and Donald Crews was whipped
by his father for going

to the Reservation Hospital.

Going to the doctor's
a whipping offense?

He was gonna take his mother to see an
oncologist who was visiting from the city.

It was supposed to be a secret.

When his old man found out,
he took them both into the sticks

for a traditional cure.
The mother died.

So ...

would that make you hate the old
ways enough to destroy them?

Blue Heron is in the army.

Ageesi's a D.A. in Los Angeles,

but Donald Crews just finished
a two-year jolt in the state pen

for assault and mayhem.

He was released
two months ago.

The Minnewasca Ceremonial
Room was torched

in Illinois two
months ago.

So, where's Crews now?

Back where he was born --
Zaca Reservation.

Now, I just spoke with
Sam and Carl.

They checked Crews' trailer --
nothing.

From all appearances, he hasn't
been home in months.

He's traveling.

Possibly.

The ceremony for Chief Red Horse's
passing is tonight.

Strong possibility Crews
is going to show up,

admire the result
of his handiwork.

We should be there.
- We will be.

Can I get you something?

Gin and tonic.

Thanks ...

but it's only fair to tell you
I'm waiting for someone.

Have I done something wrong?

I don't know. Would you like to?

Free pass.

Today only.

I am waiting for
someone,

Agent ...

Malone.

I could wait with you.

How would that be?

Bartender.
- Right away, sir.

My friends call me Jack.

It was beautiful.

We've lost this in our world --

a contact with
something timeless.

If Crews was here,
I didn't see him.

I think I'm going to head back over to
Uncle Joe's. Can I -

I'll come with you.
- No, John, that's ok.

I think the both of us would be
just pressing his hospitality.

You sure?

Yeah. I'll be fine.
I'll see you later.

Ok.

She's a handful.

Two handfuls, but worth
six times that.

You know, evening tea is the
traditional gathering

to talk about the day.

It's important.

You know, I think the English
copied the Red Man on this one.

Thank you.

Uncle Joe, we've been looking
for one of the men

on the list of
names you gave us ...

Donald Crews. No one's
seen him for weeks.

And you've come to find
out how Nakasante ...

makes himself invisible.

Yes.

Do you believe in
the Legend of Nakasante?

Of course.

It's a powerful legend.

Such deep beliefs come from

hard experiences,
long hard experiences.

So you believe that Nakasante can
change into various forms,

that he can make
himself invisible.

Of course ... and I think
you believe it, too.

Yeah, I got it. Thanks.
We'll head over there now.

Crews has a cousin--George,
hangs out at a pool hall

just outside the reservation.
It's worth a shot.

Carl, stop the car.

You got a flashlight?
- Yeah.

What is it?

Looks like a spirit chaser.

Same thing Maddy cut down
the other day.

Oh, no.
- Oh, Maddy ...

Help me get her down.

I have many secrets.

Secrets I can only reveal

to someone respectful.

Do you mind
if I choose you?

Why me?

Because you believe.

You believe what you see,

and you don't let
your mind get in the way.

Besides,

I'm the Chief of Chiefs,

and I can do what
I damn well like.

Now, come on.
Come with me.

Where?

Let's go on a
dream together.

Oh, I can't. I have
too much work to do.

I can't think about
sleep right now.

Come on ...

just a little nap.

As men,

we can only see the world

through a man's eyes.

There are other eyes

that see what we cannot ...
like the hawk.

If we are free ourselves
from earthbound view,

perhaps more will
become clear.

Become the hawk, Sam.

See what the hawk sees.

It's dark.

See it in the light.

Fly with me.

I am with you.

You won't fall.

What is it?

What the hawk sees,

he sees with heat.

He sees into the heart.

He sees the land ...

living and dying.

I see lines.

Heat ... under the earth.

Yes, tunnels.

And you saw these while
you were flying,

through the eyes of a hawk.

Did your arms get tired?

All right, look, you can make
fun of me all you want.

Now, I cannot explain what
I saw, but I saw it.

Look, it would also explain
how Crews gets from scene to scene

without leaving footprints.

Well, grandma used to tell me
that in the old days,

when our land was under siege,

the people sought refuge
under the earth.

No one ever took those
stories literally.

Carl, can you get me a map?

Not something modern,
something old. Ancient.

The words "ancient" and "map" don't
exactly go together around here.

Well, Carl, there
must be something.

I mean, if your grandmother
knew the stories--

Deer hide drawings.
They were at the museum.

If they didn't burn,
we got 'em here.

You're looking at the
pre-colonial Zaca empire.

At least, according
to these stories.

We are about here.

What is it you
actually saw, Sam?

They were like thin blue
lines under the earth.

Sort of like veins.

It's like they were emanating from
the center of something.

How many lines did you see?

There are about six of them.

It was sort of like
a pinwheel.

Could that be it?

Could be, yeah.

Can you pinpoint
this spot, Carl?

Assuming the major landmarks are
still where they were.

I'd say on this map,
this would be north ...

which would make this the
bend in the little fork river.

That'll be the
western ridge.

I'd say ...

this is your spot.

The hub was the center
of the old village.

What is it now?
- Same thing it always was ...

the house of the wisest man.

Sam, you just
came from there.

Uncle Joe.

Crews has got him.
He's acting out the legend.

Carl, where is that
sacred place?

Again, according to
the old stories,

there's supposed to be an
underground grotto

used for ancient ceremonies.

That brings us back
to the tunnels.

Now, we've got to
find these tunnels.

Bailey! Sam!

John. - Hey. Crews must have
left this open.

I found it like this.

What's down there?

Well, looks to be
a secret tunnel.

The strange thing is,
there's something like there's ...

bloody footprints.

Uncle Joe's?

No, it was like a big
cat or something.

But, you know, the thing is
that they led away,

and all of a sudden
they disappeared.

Yeah, sure.
I'll let him know. All right.

Just talked to Grace.

Maddy Duvall died
of strangulation.

Huh. She must have
stumbled into him.

He didn't have a choice.
She'd found where he was hiding.

Must have been
what happened.

My guys dug up another
hidden tunnel just like

the one over there.

That's what he's been
doing this whole time.

He's been working his way
up to the source ...

the Chief of Chiefs.

One of these tunnels
leads to the grotto.

He's down there somewhere.

Let's get to him first.

Yeah, Bailey. I'm about a hundred
and fifty feet down tunnel "A."

I've found some
kind of ladder.

What's your coordinate?

Six hundred and sixty feet west
of the baseline.

That should be
the sweat lodge.

I'm going up.

Just take a look.
Don't engage.

Affirmative, Bailey. I'm in
the sweat lodge. It's empty.

I'm doubling back.

Ok, John. Head towards
the next tunnel.

Bailey, I'm at
the tribal museum.

Roger.

Sam, are you keeping
an eye on the time?

Uh ...

yeah, I see it.
Three minutes.

Sam, are you on com?

Are you on com, Sam?
We lost your air.

Bailey, Tunnel "C."
I can hear them.

Copy. We're on the way

Uncle Joe.

Nakasante!

Don't move!

Don't move!
John, cuff him.

Roll over!
Get over there!

Are you ok, Sam?

Ahh ... yeah.

Should have waited.

I didn't have much of a choice.

Are you ok?

No, I'm not going.

I don't like hospitals.

Yeah, well, I think you should
at least have a doctor look at you.

I mean, that eye
is pretty bad.

I think I should
make you some tea.

I don't think so.

You know, you're
a good person.

You have a good heart.

Don't neglect the panther.

Don't let me down.

Say what?

Nothing.

Thanks.

Just got a weird call.

Some woman back in Atlanta
found my credentials.

Turn around! Turn around!
Drop your weapon!

Relax! Relax! F.B.I.!

Where's your I.D.?
- F.B.I!

Where's your I.D.?
Cuff him!

THE END

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