All language subtitles for FBI S07E06 - Perfect

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to say, "I love you."

And it's fun, better than girlbossing

for a job that won't love you back.

Let your husband bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

Let me try again.

I can do better. I promise.

Please!

Please, let me go! Please!

Ok, I think I can do all
of the drop-offs this week.

My pickups might be a little bit

- I can cover pickups again.
- I just have meetings on...

Friday? Yeah? Ok, I got that.

I wanted to let you
know that I have actually

booked more therapy appointments

for Ella on mondays.

The first one really seemed to help.

It did.

Do you know that she asked
for a playdate this weekend?

Which, by the way, thank you so much

for taking her to that therapy session.

Work was... well, work.

I talked to the shrink,
just at the end, you know?

She thought that Ella's misbehavior

socking a kid in the eye, yeah.

Yeah, she thought that might
be from a lack of stability.

You know.

Maybe she spends mondays
at our house with her cousins.

You know, my hours are consistent.

I'm always home for dinner.
It wouldn't be a burden at all.

This is her home.

And spending the nights, I

I think that if we're shuffling her

back and forth even more,
it will make things worse.

It's fine.

Ella can stay with us.

Thanks.

Graveyard shift found
the body an hour ago.

- White female, late 20s.
- Any ID?

Not yet, but mo
matches two other women

dumped in the sanitation
department system

over the last few months.

Which makes it a serial killer.

Whoa.

Any idea where the killer
first dropped the body?

You know, 900 tons of trash
comes through here every day.

All gets loaded onto a barge to Newark,

then scattered to landfills
across the east coast.

First Vic popped in
Virginia, second upstate.

Best guess where any of them started?

Brooklyn.

Not a bad way to hide a murder.

Perp's not just sick. He's smart.

It's not exactly novel

to hide a dead body in the trash.

How do you know it's the same perp?

Another pretty blonde
dressed for tea at the Plaza,

cut up in the same... place?

I ain't got the stomach
for this Jack the ripper stuff.

The me will fill you in.

The killer cut out her uterus

using a very sharp precision blade

with unique edging characteristics,

same as the other victims.

You're telling me she was already dead?

Perimortem wounds, I'm afraid.

She bled out during the attack.

Patterns of the incision
suggest a great deal

of anger in your killer.

So she felt all of it.

Most of it.

If the mo stands, I expect the tox screen

to come back pos for triazolam.

Levels in the last two,
they weren't enough

to keep them sedated, just sluggish.

Triazolam, is that easy to source?

It's a sleep aid.

Anyone crying insomnia can get a script.

Were these abrasions on the other vics?

Yeah, some kind of shackle.

Scabs and bruising suggest
she's been held captive

for at least three weeks.

I did find one odd thing in the incision.

- What's that?
- Don't know.

It's extremely sharp, like stone or glass.

I'll send it out to be identified.

Strange... they didn't find
this in the other victims.

All right, I know that
jubal is out for the week,

but we have work to do.

We are already on our third serial Vic,

and I do not want a fourth.

What do we know?

Me ID'd our victim as Stacey Wilkins.

She was reported missing
last month in green point.

Cause of death,
involuntary hysterectomy,

same as our other victims,

Alicia tomlin and Valerie narváez.

They're all single, late
20s, working low wage jobs.

I think our perp certainly has a type.

And a pattern... kills one victim,

takes another captive the next day.

And since the me said
Stacey died 48 hours ago...

In all likelihood,

he's already abducted his next victim.

Let's get Eric up here
to profile the victims.

Your killer has got quite a calling card.

Organized, ritualistic.

No evidence of sexual
assault on any of the victims,

but cutting out the reproductive organs...

We're dealing with
someone who hates women.

Well, vicap didn't pull up any matches.

That's why Syd thought maybe
it'd sparked something for you.

I've profiled serials
with surgical elements

you know, organs taken as trophies,

but none of them
were gender-motivated.

What about abductions?

These women were held, restrained.

This kind of captivity is
rare without sexual assault.

The murders could
be a recent escalation.

It's not out of character

for men who have a
preference for blades

to start with aggravated assault,

so don't look for murders.

Right, try local assaults, men
who use blades on women.

No need for those currently incarcerated.

He's 85. Guess we can rule him out.

And the second one has
early-onset Parkinson's.

His incisions wouldn't be this clean.

- That leaves...
- Ray distefano, serial slasher,

disfigured ten women
before he went down

for aggravated assault 12 years ago.

He was released a month before

the first victim was taken.

You know him.

I'm the one who put him away.

Let's go.

Distefano hasn't checked in with his po

since the first disappearance.

Here we are.

FBI!

Just do it.

You didn't say he was an artist.

Yeah, he said reality was his canvas.

It's a load of crap.

Clear!

Hey, Maggie, you're
going to want to see this.

He's been watching you.

Not just me.

My god.

How well did you know this guy?

He was my first arrest.

We got a tip that he
was stalking a new victim,

and so we intercepted him
outside of her house one night,

and he ran.

I chased him onto a train.

You know, I didn't
have backup, got dicey,

but I took him down.

Anyway, his obsession with his victims

got turned onto me.

He was writing me letters
from prison for years.

Yeah, but you should have
been notified when he got out.

Hey!

FBI! Stop running!

Circle back.

Stop running!

Maggie, on your right!

Maggie bell.

Hey.

You good?

Tell us about these women.

Pretty.

Who are they?

You know who they are... your victims.

Are there any more?

Now, don't be jealous, Maggie.

Cut the act.

After 12 years away, it's not enough

just to cut the women now?

Now, you need to destroy them?

Kicking in my door, stomping around.

You could have just
called if you missed me.

Hey, three bodies. Start talking, now.

You spend a lot of time with this oaf.

But he's not your baby daddy.

Tell me, Maggie, who was it

who left you alone with
your precious little Ella?

You know, I'm insulted.

You don't think I
actually did this, do you?

All these girls, their cuts are hidden

by their nice, little dresses.

And you want your marks to be seen.

Face, that's best.

Chest. Hands.

I just want to be remembered.

You never forgot me, Maggie,

because of that nice,
little reminder I gave you.

Whoa.

Looks like I know you
better than your partner.

The scar is gone.

What? No.

No, that's not possible.

I marked you. I marked you deep.

Healed.

Prove it. Show me.

It's gone, like you were never there.

No! Stop!

You're done. Get in here! Get in here!

You're done. You're done.

Get in here and restrain him.

You ok?

I didn't know.

I didn't know that he was
so close to me and Ella.

But she's ok.

You don't have to worry about him.

He's going to go away
for a really long time.

Not long enough
because he's not our guy.

- What are you talking about?
- He wasn't lying.

He cuts to disfigure, not to kill.

And our victims were left
beautiful faces, unmarked.

Their hair, their makeup,
everything was done,

even weeks after being in captivity.

Yeah.

What if... what if the
guy we're looking for

doesn't have a type?

What if he makes them into his type,

his perfect woman?

Hey, I just heard. Are you ok?

Yeah.

Ok, me pulled a partial print

from a button on Stacey's dress.

Doesn't match anyone in the system,

including distefano.

Ok.

Blades in his apartment
don't match the wounds either.

We got to find the connection
between these three women.

Then let's talk to the
people who loved them.

Copy that.

Stacey was more than my roommate.

She was, like, my best friend.

Tough as nails but had such a kind heart.

Like, I always wanted to
dye my hair pink for, like, ever,

but I was worried it'd look dumb,

so Stacey dyed her hair with me.

Stacey dyed her hair pink. When?

Like, three weeks ago
for riot fest in Chicago.

Ok, Stacey was found with blonde hair.

When was the last time you saw her?

Right before I left for riot fest.

Then her boss reported her missing

a few days later, I guess.

Why did she stay?

For surgery. She was
getting her tubes tied.

Her tubes?

Did she have a medical
condition requiring that, or

no, it was elective.

Stacey knew she never wanted kids.

The first doc that Stacey
had, he was awful to her.

He tried bullying her out of it.

It really shook her up.

She didn't deserve this.

Let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.

Ok, we confirmed with friends and family

that all of the victims
pursued a tubal ligation

shortly before disappearing,
and all were denied.

So it's either a coincidence

well, Agatha christie said,
"two coincidences are a clue.

Three are proof."

All three victims have co-pay
charges on their credit cards

to the same ob/gyn practice

owned by a Dr. Adam Marion.

Privileges at mercy hospital.

There's no prints or
records in the system.

His son also works in the practice.

Wait, I have a message of Dr. Marion

on a childless by choice message board.

- Never heard of that.
- Doesn't mean it's not real.

A post from two weeks
ago warning women

to stay away from Dr. Marion.

"He was rude, paternalistic, and creepy

"when my girlfriend went for a tl consult.

Do not trust this guy
with your health care."

Who posted this?

Screen name tracks
back to a Daniel Luna,

firefighter with the fdny ladder 105,

not affiliated with any of our victims.

Let's get Maggie and oa over there now.

Daniel Luna, FBI.

- Thank god.
- Have you found her?

Found who?

Hannah.

Hannah resella.

R-e-s-e-l-l-a.

I don't get it.

If you didn't know about Hannah,

then why are you here?

Our investigation into a serial offender

unearthed your post
about Dr. Adam Marion.

- Doctor? The gyno?
- Yeah.

Did that scumbag take Hannah?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Look, if we're gonna find her,

we're gonna need your help.

Why did she see Dr. Marion?

Depression. It runs in Hannah's family.

She didn't want to pass it on to kids.

Dr. Marion claimed that having a baby

could cure her depression.

Which part?

Postpartum hormones or lack of sleep?

Right?

Anyway, he asked me what I thought,

like I was her keeper.

I'm a legacy firefighter.

My dad died on the job when I was ten.

It really messed me up.

It was kids or the fdny
for me. I chose the job.

Dr. Marion told her that my career

was even more of a reason to have kids.

How'd he spin that one?

Because if I died,

then at least she'd
still have a piece of me.

Did she see Dr. Marion
again after that first consult?

No, she was afraid of seeing him again.

She went down a rabbit hole,

started looking into him and his wife,

even watched their
weird trad wife videos.

- I'm sorry, trad wife?
- Yeah, traditional wife.

You know, stays at
home, does all the things,

and then sells the
lifestyle on social media.

Doc, he played the part
of the perfect husband.

- If he did this...
- We'll find her, Daniel.

The NYPD has zero
leads on Hannah resella.

If this is a kidnapping,
we have to prove it.

Please tell me you have something.

The doctor's wife, Darcy Marion,

her trad wife videos had a viral following

up until her death last summer.

Making raisin cookies from scratch

for your husband and children
is the perfect way to say,

"I love you."

So she looks exactly like our victims.

Let your husband bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

If he's taking these girls, it's

it's to recreate his dead wife,

which means Hannah
resella could be his next victim.

I've seen a lot of disturbing online trends,

but trad wifery has got to be

you got a problem with
stay-at-home moms, scola?

Whoa, not falling for that one.

I don't know who would
romanticize a 1950s housewife.

They couldn't even open a bank account.

Necklace cam's live.

Yes, it's ready for the doc's car.

If he's got Hannah resella,
it'll lead us straight to her.

All right, do I look like a patient?

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Maggie gant.

I have a tubal ligation
consult with Dr. Marion.

Yes.

Hope, why does my dad
get all the pretty patients?

Shush, you.

Maggie, you can wait in room one

- straight down the hall.
- Thank you.

You're in great hands.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

Gloves. Getting a print won't be easy.

She'll figure something out.

Please strip from the waist down

and scoot to the end of the table for me.

I'm just here for a consult. I'm

it's just a joke to break the ice.

You can relax.

That's funny.

I hear you want a tubal ligation.

And I take my job very seriously,

so I need you to understand
that while some ligations

can be reversed, it is
considered permanent.

I consider it my duty to ensure

that you've thought this through.

- Do you have kids already?
- No, I don't.

And no one is coercing
you into this procedure

a husband, a boyfriend?

No, I'm single.

But how can you be so sure
that you'll never want kids?

My job.

I'm a consultant,

and I have a different client every week,

and they need all of me.

And if I had a child,

they would need and deserve all of me.

All right, GPS has been secured

to Dr. Marion's vehicle.

Scola, we have a problem.

The big guy in the plaid shirt

is Daniel Luna, Hannah's boyfriend.

I think he's going to
go pay the doctor a visit.

- We can not let that happen.
- I'm on it.

You remind me of my wife.

May she rest in peace.

She was also afraid that
she'd mess up our kids.

But maternal instinct, that's biology.

I promise you, women
know how to be moms.

Daniel Luna, special
agent scola with the FBI.

You are about to walk into

an active undercover investigation.

- I don't care!
- Hey, no.

That bastard knows where Hannah is.

This is my choice.

So if you could please
just sign the paperwork

and schedule my procedure,
I would appreciate that.

Look at me.

You are going to jeopardize
our ability to find her.

That sick son of a bitch
knows where she is.

- And he's going to tell me!
- No, no, Daniel, no, he's not.

He's not telling you anything.

If it was your girlfriend,
what would you do?

I'd pray for a team like ours.

So can you take off your gloves?

I have a latex allergy.

They're nitrile, allergy friendly.

The man's careful.

You good?

I'm good.

I'm good.

All right, Daniel is standing down.

Would you consider an iud?

That's up to ten years, fully reversible.

I can do it today.

This guy is relentless.

Guys, the me said
that the flakes he found

on her latest victim are obsidian,

found in areas with volcanic activity.

- Weird.
- This whole case is weird.

Oof, I mean, I've heard that
iud insertion is quite painful.

Do you have anything
stronger than ibuprofen?

Smart pivot.

I have something.

It's a muscle relaxant.
It'll reduce your anxiety.

It might knock you out a
bit, but I'll take care of you.

Triazolam.

- I've never heard of it.
- That's it.

Triazolam, the drugs
found on the other vics.

Good work.

We'll get the prints another way.

Get out of there, Maggie.

You know what? I'm driving.

But I promise, I will think about it.

Ok.

Hope will take good
care of you at the front.

Thank you.

There you go.

Let me make a copy of
these. Just a moment, hun.

Pretty cool?

My dad's a collector.

They're flaked from volcanic glass.

Stone age surgeons used them.

Wow. Are they obsidian?

They are.

And they're still 500 times sharper

than any steel surgical scalpel.

Adam Marion, you're
under arrest for murder.

- Excuse me?
- You heard me.

- What?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Murder? Hey, stop!

- What is...
- dad!

Well, at least you told the truth

about having a demanding job.

What am I doing here?

Grieving.

You know, I know what
it's like to lose a spouse,

to lose the person
that you loved the most,

who deserved so much more out of life.

And they just get ripped away from you.

So now, all you can do is really just

hold on to every little piece of them,

no matter what it costs.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But this empathetic act won't work.

I already know you're a liar.

- You'll never get her back.
- I know that.

But you try anyway.

These women came to you for help,

but you didn't like their
lifestyle choices, right?

So you try to change their minds.

You make them look
like your wife, Darcy.

Try to get them to be more like her.

And when it didn't work, you killed them

for what they wanted.

No, no, that is absolutely not true!

All of these women
were at your practice.

That's a coincidence.

Your obsidian scalpel was a
match for the murder weapon.

Triazolam, your drug of choice,

were found on all three victims.

No, the triazolam was
ordered by accident.

I was just trying to use it up.

And I didn't even notice
that a scalpel was missing.

Where are you holding Hannah resella?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not who you're looking for.

- I'm a doctor.
- You're a murderer!

You don't agree with my values, fine.

But I would never harm a patient,

certainly not in Darcy's name!

I took an oath like you.

Please, run my prints, my DNA.

There's not a lawyer here
because I have nothing to hide.

I mean, doc's got me convinced.

You think he's putting on a show, or

it's a strong possibility
we have the nexus right.

But maybe we have the suspect wrong?

The profile also fits his son, Josh.

Maybe he's trying to work
through his unresolved issues

with his mother, trying to bring her back

- in a way, maybe...
- Wait, fingerprint analysis

just finished their reconstruction.

Dr. Marion isn't a match.

But the high bridge
density of the full print

suggests we're looking for a female killer.

How many females we
got working at the practice?

All right, employer records
show two part-time nurses.

Cross-referencing their time cards

with victim consultations,

neither of them had interactions

with all four victims.

What about the receptionist?

Josh called her hope.

I'm not seeing her name
in the employee files.

You think a receptionist would have

the medical expertise

to pull off something like this?

Weekly bank transfers from Dr. Marion

to a hope adkins.

Looks like he's paying
her under the table.

- Where do we find her?
- Phone's off, can't track it.

But I'll send you the last known address.

It's hooper street, williamsburg.

Kitchen's clear.

- We're clear.
- Clear.

Are those organs?

I think so.

This is from an animal, right?

No, I don't think they are.

All right, where are we
with hope adkins' location?

I'm scrubbing her laptop.

No leads yet, unless you consider

a treasure trove of
Julia child recipes leads.

I'm firmly a takeout girl.

But we do have her basic history.

Hope adkins grew up in
poverty to a single mom.

Community college in steuben county

but was expelled six
months in for attacking

a female professor of women's studies.

Jail time?

No, did a stint at a psychiatric hospital.

Afterward, bounced around

from one minimum wage job to another.

Not an easy life.

Have we figured out her
connection to the marions yet?

Yes, I think I have.

I went back through Darcy
Marion's trad wife posts.

I found one unique
profile that commented

on every single one, @tradfan28.

The profile is completely blank,

but the ip address linked to the account

came from steuben county.

- It's pretty thin.
- I know.

But check out these comments.

"You're so blessed.

Dr. Marion is the perfect breadwinner."

"What a hunk. I wish I had your life."

If this was hope, she
was fixated on Dr. Marion.

It's severe personality disorder.

She was convinced he was
the solution to her problems,

likely stalked him, sought out a job

at his clinic to get close,

probably pursued a
relationship with him, so...

He might know where hope is hiding.

Good lord.

Hope? Are you sure?

I hired her after my wife died.

I was in mourning, you
have to understand, and

a pretty, young girl
walked into your office.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time, would it?

It wouldn't, and she worshipped you.

Her attention was flattering.

But I broke it off six months ago.

How did she feel about that?

- She was sweet to me.
- She understood my reasons.

Which were?

Well, if I got serious with someone,

I'd want children, and hope couldn't.

How could you possibly know that?

Well, I'm her gynecologist.

When Dr. Marion rejected hope
for not being able to conceive,

she turned her anger on women

who were choosing sterilization.

If this were a one-off,
we'd call that motive,

but in the case of a serial
offender like hope adkins...

- It's a precipitating event.
- Gold star.

Unfortunately, it
doesn't get us any closer

to finding Hannah resella.

Maybe this does.

It looks like videos of the victims

on hope's laptop.

Trophies, I guess.

All of them are like this.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to say, "I love you."

And it's fun.

Better than girlbossing

for a job that won't love you back.

Both: Have your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

It's like a twisted screen test,

seeing if they can live up to
the image of Darcy Marion.

- And when they fail...
- Look at the background.

That's not her apartment.

Or Dr. Marion's.

Wherever it is, this is where
hope is holding the victims.

Hannah too.

You guys hear all those
birds in the background

of these videos?

What if we run the sound

through that bird
watcher app Kelly loves?

Two different birds identified

the white-throated sparrow...

It's too common. They're everywhere.

- You're a bird guy.
- Farm family.

And the palm warbler,

native to the adirondack wetlands,

and in breeding season,
congregate around barnum bog.

We got to narrow this down.

I'll check her family's property records.

Ok, onto something.

Hope adkins' mother remarried
ten years ago, became purnell.

Saranac lake pd investigated

hope's stepfather's death as a suicide.

Address is listed as 267 maple Lane.

Hope is here.

Hopefully with Hannah.

Everyone, stack on the house.

Set.

Move, move, move!

Hannah!

She's got to be in the basement.

- Here!
- Help!

Help! Help!

Hannah, we're the FBI.

Send an ambo to our location.

You're safe now.

Stay with us, ok, Hannah?

You're going to be ok. Help is on the way.

We need trauma
dressing down here asap.

Maggie, she's in the wind.

SWAT, be advised,

suspect has fled into the woods.

Secure the perimeter and the vehicle

in case she comes back.

Which way?

Maggie, I got something.

Yeah, so do I.

Ok, she's trying to throw us off.

Well, she can't be far.

Ok, let's split up.

Hey.

Hope, you need to put the knife down.

It's the only way you're
walking out of here.

It's not the only way.

Put down the knife.

I'm so tired.

Those pretty girls,

their lives were just exhausting.

No security.

And you're just trying to help them.

Yes. They have a gift.

I tried to show them that. I tried!

But they couldn't be saved.

They didn't deserve what they had.

And their gift is being
able to have children.

That's what women do!

They weren't broken!

So now you're taking your
anger out on the women

who are choosing infertility?

You don't understand.

Hope, you need to put
down the knife right now.

No.

I can help you.

No one's ever helped me a day in my life.

I've never been enough.

Having your own children doesn't dictate

whether you are enough.

You're just like them.

- Hey, bug.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Good.

All right, can you go
upstairs, get cleaned up?

Thanks.

See you, kiddo.

Homework is in the outer folder.

- Ok.
- The water bottle is in there.

Great.

Kevin, can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, of course.

It's about Ella's routine.

What if she did stay with you, full-time?

I think it's what's best for her.

Hey, we can figure it out.

I love Ella, and I love Jess,

and I really wanted to be able to do this,

but if I keep Ella, I'm
putting her in harm's way.

I can't do that.

Ok, whatever time you need.

You know we love Ella.

We're always here for you.

Let's talk about it more tomorrow.

Ok.

Why are we having
ice cream for dinner?

If you don't want it,

I can make you some fish sticks.

Ew, gross.

I'm kidding.

We don't have fish sticks.

When have I ever given you fish sticks?

Sometimes, you just have
one of those days where...

You need ice cream for dinner.

And today was one of those days?

Yeah.

You want some more fudge?

No thanks.

I'm good.