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[door buzzer]

MAN: Opening 14.

My name is Eve Duncan.

Your lawyer told me you might
be willing to talk about where

the bodies are buried.

Is that blood?

Uh, no.

It's-- it's paint or--

clay.

I don't know which.

You're the artist?

Please, Mr. Fraser.

I can live with this
if you can just help

me bring my little girl home.

Which one was yours?

My daughter was Bonnie.

She had red hair and
a beautiful smile.

She was 10 years old.

It doesn't matter
where she's buried.

She's gone.

Guard.

[footsteps]

Please, just tell
me where she is.

Tell me where she is.

Tell me where she is.

I'll be dead in four hours.

Come ask me in hell.

[music playing]

[door closing]

[door buzzer]

[uptempo music]

Time for a break.

My lunch is coming.

Your loss.

All right.

Thank you.

Ron's coming over
tonight for dinner.

Care to join us?

You cooking?

Or did Ron finally
learn the truth?

Take out is
perfectly satisfying

if it's followed by great sex.

Mom!

Please.

I'm eating.

Mm, mm, mm.

She looks young.

Yeah, early 20s.

Her skull was crushed from the
anterior parietal seam forward.

You mean someone beat
the crap out of her.

No.

Joe says she was
found in a landfill.

Doesn't sound like
an accident to me.

Afternoon, ladies.

Speak of the devil.

Chicken burrito, no
beans, extra green sauce.

Excellent.

Look at that sweet face.

Bet she never knew what hit her.

Did you bring the photos?

Yeah.

All right, this is her.

Tracy Williams.

I thought it might be.

Her eyes were hazel.

What?

I got a call from
Spiro on the way over.

The FBI found bodies
buried at Talladega.

How fresh?

Any children?

There's no way to
tell how long they've

been there, but five
adults and one young girl.

Outside or at the morgue?

Eve, it's not going
to be that easy.

There's a lot of jurisdictional
red tape with this.

The Talladega PD is pissed
off that the FBI is taking

over this case.

Local PD will lose
that fight, and the FBI

will be thrilled to see me.

Site or morgue?

Morgue.

I'll drive.

You gotta love
that smell, huh?

Hello, Mr. Bernard.

Call me Mark.

So what did they find?

I don't know.

They wheeled in a small one.

Look, I know your
daughter was never found.

Any chance this is a
personal visit for you?

- I am not your next headline.
- I know.

But if you could just
fill in some blanks,

that would be great.

Hey.

Did you not hear what she said?

I'll take that
as a "no comment."

If you ever want to
talk, give me a call.

We haven't been
this busy since we

got Katrina's overflow.

Have you determined her age?

The "she" part is about all
I've had time to determine.

I know she was in here.

Maybe somebody moved her.

Gordon!

What's this?

"Dig deeper."

Do you know who they are?

These are two of
Robert Fraser's victims

we never found.

But Fraser is dead.

We saw him die.

So who wrote this note?

Someone who knows
you'd come running.

There are more
bodies out there.

I, uh-- studied your work on
the McMillan case at Quantico,

Miss Duncan.

There was this mob
hit in Chicago.

A guy was burned to a
crisp in an airport parking

lot-- no face, no fingerprints.

Miss Duncan's
reconstruction was so

good O'Hare security's facial
recognition software IDed

the guy.

14 matching signifiers.

I remember the case.

Did you find any children?

We were ready to call it
quits until we found two more.

They're just over here.

Young.

Techs are red-lining it, but the
rocks are really screwing us.

Excuse my language, Miss Duncan.

It's Eve.

And you're right, the rocks
are really screwing us.

Joe, how the hell did
you know there were more?

Someone took the girl's bones.

What?

Left us a note
to keep digging.

How the hell--

hey, get me Raleigh
and Dupri now.

Um, do you know Eve Duncan?

By reputation only.

It's nice to meet
you, Miss Duncan.

Well, pre-teen males,
both exhibit similar extreme

[inaudible],, so they're
probably related.

I'm Robert Spiro--

sorry-- the agent in charge.

You already met Charlie Cather.

Why don't you tell
me about this note.

It was addressed to Eve.

It came with two photos
of Sam and Mike Joyner.

You think that's
who these two are?

So we may have found another one
of Robert Fraser's dump sites.

Well, give me
one of these boys,

and I can tell you for sure.

I heard that you had
an eight-month wait list

for your services.

I work for myself.

It looks like you went
to the top of the list.

[music playing]

Whoever did this, I'm
sorry you met them.

[dialing]

JOE [ON VOICEMAIL]: This
is Detective Joe Quinn.

Leave a message.

I will return.

[beep]

Hey, Joe.

It's Eve.

I finished the reconstruction.

Give me a call back, and
you can come take a look.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Hello, Eve.

Did the boys tell you what
they know, the ones they pulled

from the mud at Talladega?

Who is this?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
You can call me Dom.

Did you steal the girl's
bones from the morgue, Dom?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Ah, the girl.

You're wondering
if it's her body.

What a free spirit she was, all
that curly red hair, chocolate

ice cream stains.

I know your sick type,
and you don't scare me.

The man who killed
my daughter is dead,

and you can't take
me there again.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Oh, Eve, the places

I'm going to take you.

We're going to become very
close, you and I. Look outside.

Warmer.

You're getting warmer.

What is it?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
A brown paper package

that's tied up with string.

It's one of my favorite things.

Go on, open it.

God made you from Adam's rib.

You've got the clay.

You've got the skill.

Don't you wish you
could make Bonnie again?

Anything?

No trace of him.

You OK?

Yeah.

You know, this guy could be
some nut messing with her head,

annoying but harmless.

He came to her house.

That's not harmless.

What about the rib bone?

If someone stole the Talladega
bones from the morgue--

This isn't that rib bone.

Look at the coloration.

Even without running
the mass spectrometry,

I know that this bone has been
out of the earth for months,

maybe years.

So we know he got
a rib somewhere.

We're not going to know
anything definitive until we

run the DNA.

Do we have a sample from Bonnie?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

It's in the database.

OK.

Let's focus on this.

There's no doubt this
is Mike Joyner, right?

One of Fraser's victims.

He knew about the ice cream.

That information
was never released.

Fraser was on death
row for three years.

He liked to talk.

I'll go back.

I'll look at the visitor logs.

Maybe he had a partner.

No, we haunted him
for seven months.

I know everything there
is to know about this guy.

He worked alone.

Maybe a sick fan, copycat.

Someone's doing this.

Well, someone needs to
protect me and my daughter.

This sick bastard
was in my backyard.

Yes, ma'am.

We will give you
24-hour protection.

We'll also run a
trace on the line

just in case he calls again.

He'll call.

I have a feeling this
is just the beginning.

You interest him.

You can profile this guy all
you want, but Eve is not bait.

If this is my daughter's
rib, if Dom knows where she is,

I'm going to catch him.

Let us do our
jobs, Miss Duncan.

Dom might be all talk.

We just don't know yet.

[suspenseful music]

[whipping noises]

[gasp]

Eve, what are you doing?

You had said people took
photos of the young girl's

bones before moving them.

So I'm using the
measurements to extrapolate

her approximate age.

Isn't that how
you caught Calen?

First of all, I did
not catch Tom Calen.

Seattle PD did.

Second of all, my work just gave
them probable cause to search.

[inaudible]

Have you really
read all my books?

Yeah, of course.

If you want to be
an FBI profiler,

you've gotta do your homework.

I mean, the forensic
tech comes easy for me,

but the intuitive
stuff, not so much.

And that's what you think
you'll learn by bird-dogging

Spiro.

He's the best
profiler in the Bureau,

just like you're the
best forensic sculptor

in the country.

OK.

And what does your intuition
tell you about Dom?

Um, well, far as
we know, Fraser only

killed children, right?

So why were there five adult
bodies found at Talladega?

Well, either Fraser
was killing adults too,

which is highly unlikely, or
someone else was dumping bodies

there.

This morning FBI lab found
traces of candle wax residue

on the right hands
of the adult bodies.

A signature.

It's not Fraser's
calling card.

So you think Dom might
be the Candle Wax Killer.

What does Spiro think?

He told me to run with it
with that superior smile of his,

which usually means it's
not worth pursuing, so--

You're going to
pursue it anyway.

Of course.

[both chuckling]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: She's back.

What?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Bonnie's back.

You mean the rib bone?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Eve, please,

I'm not talking about creation.

Well, not exactly.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

I'm hanging up.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: No, you're not.

Agent Spiro has told you
to keep me on the line

as long as you can,
and Detective Quinn

is running the trace as we
speak, so I'll be brief.

Your daughter's
clay may be gone,

but I'm convinced her
spirit is alive and well

in another little 10-year-old
girl, another red-head.

Can you hear how
insane you sound?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: I've seen her.

She's had a rough
life this time around,

four foster homes in four years.

You don't have to believe.

Just know she's close,
and her name is Jane.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I'm going to kill her.

EVE: What happened
with the phone trace?

He's using the internet
to call, probably

an overseas server.

He's going to change
it up every time.

We're not going to
catch him that way.

You don't think Dom actually
believes in this reincarnation

bit, do you?

No, I don't.

Mysticism doesn't seem like
part of his targeting profile.

No, that part's for me.

He wants to give me a
new Bonnie to care about.

We don't even know
that this girl exists.

She does.

Somewhere in this city is
a 10-year-old foster child

with red hair named Jane.

Eve, this doesn't have
anything to do with you.

Doesn't it?

He already knows
how to make me jump.

I'm a forensic sculptor who
lives to bring lost souls home,

to put ghosts to rest.

And now he's giving me a lost
child who's flesh and blood,

not just bones.

Eve, why don't you let
us take it from here?

OK, fine.

I'm not letting an
innocent kid get hurt

so Dom can have his thrills.

But you'll let me
go to prison hacking

into the child
services database, huh?

Who said hacking?

You're a detective with the
Atlanta PD following a lead.

Wait, go back, go back.

That's got to be her.

Jane McGuire, 10 years old,
four foster homes, red hair,

hazel eyes.

She doesn't look like Bonnie.

She looks kinda mean.

She looks like she
could kick your butt.

It says she's living with a
woman named Fay Sugarton, 2054

Luther.

Whoa, that's our
old neighborhood.

Let's go.

Hold on, OK?

Charlie's going to be here for
his shift in a few minutes.

Oh, [inaudible]

We'll go in the morning.

Look, I want you to
try and rest, OK?

Get some sleep, all right?

I'm making this my top priority.

I'm gonna catch this guy,
even if it costs me my job.

You could always
get a job doing this.

I only do this for you.

Hey.

Good night.

Good night.

Charlie.

Hey, Charlie.

I found something, and
I'd like your feedback

before I give it to Spiro.

A female body found in 1981,
never IDed, waxy substance

on the hand.

Where's San Luz?

It's a suburb of
Flagstaff, Arizona.

Are you asking me to
do a reconstruction?

No, the body was
cremated, but there

may be a DNA sample on file.

Do you think it's
worth pursuing?

I don't know.

Maybe they're related.

The medical examiner didn't
test the waxy substance.

It could have been candle wax.

It might have been
adipocere, a result

of natural decomposition.

Well, keep the
file just in case.

I have copies.

You're good at this.

Don't give up.

Thanks.

Jane's had her
share of problems,

but no one is
trying to kill her.

Trust me.

It's nothing she
brought on herself.

But the threat this man
represents is very real.

Then bring me a court
order, or send this FBI agent

you mentioned.

Agent Spiro's at a
crime scene in Talladega.

Jane's in danger now.

It's taken me a long time to
build up some trust with Jane.

You can't just pull
her out of her home.

Miss Sugarton, please.

Look, would it be all
right if we posted an agent,

just to keep an eye on her.

All right.

She attends Crawford Middle
School on 13th Street.

It lets out at 3:00.

She walks the eight
blocks home from there.

Are you going to tell
her she's in danger?

She needs to be wary.

[chuckling] Jane
was born wary.

Don't you talk to her.

Don't scare her.

Or I'll make you regret it.

[music playing]

Hard to believe
you grew up here.

It wasn't so bad.

When you're a kid, you
don't know any better.

That's her.

Eve, Fay does not
want us talking to her.

We scared her.

Fay!

[screaming]

[grunting]

OK, OK, OK.
Calm down.

Calm down.

Stop, stop.

Why'd you do it?

Child services is on the way.

Is there anyone else I can call?

Here, let me-- can I
help you with that?

You two were at
the door like you

knew this was going to happen.

Did you?

Do you know who did this?

Not exactly.

Don't lie to me.

OK.

He calls himself Dom.

And he picked you
at random sort of,

but I am part of the
reason he did this.

There's a reason?

It's an insane one, but I
guess in his head there is.

I should have been here.

There's nothing
you could have done.

I know you loved Fay.

I didn't love her, but
she treated me decent.

She didn't deserve
to get killed.

No.

No, she didn't.

[car starting]

How's the kid?

Well, she's pretty
shaken up, but she's tough.

Yeah, that's what
my arm tells me.

Child services is taking
her, but they clearly

don't understand the danger.

Well, I'll make
sure that they do.

But I need you to go
home and stay there, Eve.

Today was too close.

You promised to
see this through.

Yeah, me, not you.

What, are you locking me up?

No, I'm keeping you safe.

I'm going to be here
pretty late tonight.

I got Charlie coming to
pick you up, take you home.

OK, fine.

Do your thing.

Eve.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: So, what do

you think of our little Janey?

You bastard.

Why would you kill Fay?

Jane couldn't bond with you
while Mama Bear was around.

She had to go, and you
have to get Jane back.

I couldn't get
to her if I tried.

You'll do more than try,
or I will stab Jane to death

with one of your
daughter's bones.

You have 24 hours.

I know where they took her.

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

Look, I don't know why
the girl's important,

but I can sense a good story
when I'm standing next to it.

Where'd they take her?

Family Services'
holding facility.

Very discreet, very secure.

Yeah, but they told you.

I have my ways.

So what's the deal,
you leave me there

and I give you the story?

Sounds fair to me.

Do you have a car?

Yeah, right over here.

All right, let's go before
my protective custody shows up.

[music playing]

[car starting]

Is this the safe house?

Yeah, this is where
they're holding her.

So, what does this kid have to
do with the Talladega kills?

[phone ringing]

Nothing.

OK, any idea where
they've got her?

Back bedroom.

Look, I know there's a
connection somewhere.

OK, help me get
her out, and I'll

tell you everything I know.

No thanks.

I draw the line at
felony kidnapping.

Well, then there
goes your story.

Jane, Jane, Jane!

Wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lose something?
[thud]

Ow!

Hey, Jane.

Jane, wait.

Wait, Jane.

We want to help.

We want to help.

Well, you haven't
been helping so far.

Look, Mark is a friend.

Come with us.

We want to keep you safe.

Well, I guess you have a car.

Yeah.

I was leaving anyway.

[phone ringing]

So, what is that, like,
the 10th time he's called?

Maybe you should fess up.

[continued ringing]

Hello?

JOE [ON PHONE]: Eve, are you OK?

Where the hell are you?

I'm sorry.

I had to meet someone.

There is a psycho
out there after you,

and you just disappear
without telling me?

I thought you were dead.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Look, Dom has taken Jane
from the holding facility.

We are mobilizing
all the agencies.

I have Jane with me.

What?

Dom called.

And he said if I didn't
get Jane out of there

within 24 hours
he would kill her.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were going to do?

Because you're Atlanta PD.

Kidnapping is a
little more serious

than hacking a database.

You told me I had to
stay safe at home.

That is not what I
meant, and you know it.

How did you even
know where she was?

I had help.

Listen, I'm sorry if
I'm improvising a bit,

but she was in danger.

Just tell Spiro and your
boss that Jane is safe.

Maybe we can still fix this.

You bring her back tonight,
you may not do any jail time.

I'm sorry, I just--

I can't.

Eve.

Eve!

Was that the guy I hit?

Yeah.

His name's Joe.

Is he your boyfriend?

That-- no, that's
none of your business.

If you're fighting because
of me, it kind of is.

We're not fighting.

And I'm not the one
who hit him with a bat.

Whatever.

Come on, into bed.

Are you serious?

You're tucking me in?

Just where were you planning
on going when Mark and I found

you?

I have friends.

Weren't you scared?

No.

All right.

Good night.

I did like her, you know.

Fay?

Yeah.

She would sometimes buy
me red velvet cupcakes

and, you know, fosters won't
usually spend any extra on us.

Yeah, she seemed real nice.

Sleep tight.

So if I didn't get
her out of there,

he would have killed her.

You serious?

I couldn't make up
a story like this.

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to go after him.

You're going to go after him?

OK.

Are you sure the FBI
can't track this phone?

I disabled the
GPS, but I still

think you should get rid of it.

It's my only line to Dom.

He'll call me and want
me to do something.

You know, he thinks
he's in charge,

but he is so desperate
for attention,

for someone who'll listen,
he'll make a mistake.

You know, you're almost
as confident as Jane.

I don't know many adults that
would manage as well as she

has.

Well, she grew up around
bullets and addicts.

I mean, you learn to keep
your head down and not

ask questions.

Uh-huh.

Is that how you survived?

Sorry.

Reporter.

I had a baby by
the time I was 15.

That leaves me
with two options--

welfare or crack whore.

OK, so what did you do?

I became an artist.

Mm.

But after Bonnie was murdered,
anything I painted or sculpted

just meant nothing to me.

I learned about
forensic sculpting

while we were searching for her.

I took a couple classes
and I, you know,

seem to have a knack for it.

A knack?

Come on, you're
the best there is.

You know that.

Well, all I know is that
Jane needs someone on her side.

Yeah.

Well, her future is up to her.

You just need to make
sure she has one.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Bravo on the jail break.

You might as well stop.

You can't get to Jane anymore.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]: But
someone will get to you both.

Your faces are
all over the news.

I could use a
change of scenery.

Maybe I'll go to Flagstaff.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Why would you do that?

I think that's where
you learned to kill.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
I don't like the past.

But since you're
going, I'll play along.

I did kill in
Flagstaff a week ago--

a sweet little
suburban songbird.

What's her name?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
I showed her the light,

and she sang for me.

She sang for hours.

The FBI will find her,
and then they'll find you.

DISTORTED VOICE
[ON PHONE]: The FBI

couldn't hold on to
your daughter's bones.

Those weren't her bones.

I examined the
crime scene photos.

Bonnie was tall.

That femur was way
too small to be hers.

Isn't that why you had
to steal them back?

DISTORTED VOICE
[ON PHONE]: You're

very feisty this morning, Eve.

I like it.

Just follow the light.

Find the songbird, and
you may just catch me.

In the meantime, take
care of our little girl.

Make her feel safe for the
first time in her life.

Then I'll kill you both.

Was that him?

Go back to sleep.

He's not going to stop, is he?

No.

I'd bring you back
to child services,

but I can't be
sure you'd be safe.

I heard you're
going to Flagstaff.

Are you taking me?

[sighing]

I don't know.

I don't want to
end up like Fay.

I want to take my
chances with you.

OK.

[music playing]

Welcome to
Flagstaff, Miss Duncan.

I'm Herb B, head of
security for Mr. Wallace.

Nice to meet you.

you too.

Can I go in now?

Yeah, check it out.

Hi.

Take care, Jane.

Bye.

- I'll grab those.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

I don't know how to thank
you for getting us here

under the radar, literally.

Yeah, a pilot's license has
come in handy more than once

in my line of work.

Anyway, I gotta get back.

Um, if the feds are
looking for you,

maybe I can make a
little smoke, point them

in the wrong direction.

I won't forget this.

Yeah, I know.

I won't let you.

Look, just keep in touch, and I
promise I won't write anything

until you guys catch him.

OK.

OK.

[car starting]

So there's two bedrooms on
this level, three upstairs.

There's food in the fridge.

Or I could arrange for a
private cook if you like.

No, I think we'll
be fine on our own.

OK.

Um, did Mr. Wallace
explain my situation?

Yes, he did.

And he wanted to let
you know that you

are more than welcome to stay
here as long as you want.

Thank you.

Now, you got live video
feeds to the security cameras,

and if you need anything 24/7,
you can a hold of me or Eric.

He's the other guard.
- Great.

Thank you.

OK.

So, are you rich or something?

I've helped some rich people.

The man who owns this house
lost someone close to him,

and I was able to reunite them.

What do you even do?

I'm a forensic sculptor.

Say someone finds a body--

just bones, though.

Somewhere someone is
looking for that person,

waiting for them to come home.

I help the authorities figure
out what they looked like.

That's kind of weird.

So have you always
wanted to do this?

Like, since you were my age?

No.

I do it because of my daughter.

I thought you must have had
a child, with all the tucking

in and whatever.

So where is she?

[phone ringing]

Sorry.

I gotta take this.

Hi, Mom.

What do you
think you're doing?

Joe says you kidnapped
that little girl.

Is that why you're
calling, to yell at me?

Joe wants to talk to you.

Here he is.

Don't hang up.

Don't ask me where I am.

JOE [ON PHONE]: This
isn't about that.

We got the DNA results
back on the rib bone.

It's Bonnie's.

EVE [ON PHONE]: So even
though those weren't her bones

Talladega--

Dom knows where she is.

Thank you for telling me.

Eve, come home.

We'll figure this out together.

I can't do that.

Look, I am taking a
lot of heat for you.

Spiro thinks I
know where you are,

and Sandra is driving me crazy.

Look, with me gone,
Mom should be safe.

You all should be.

Shut up.

That is not helping,
and you know it.

Tell me where you are.

You OK?

Was that about your kid?

I had a daughter, Bonnie.

She was murdered many years ago.

By the same guy?

The man who killed her is
dead, but they knew each other.

Dom's using you to get to me.

But I have nothing to do
with you, and neither did Fay.

I know.

But he thinks that
you look like Bonnie.

You got a picture?

Yeah.

I'm sorry she's dead, but
I'm not your little girl.

I know.

But I still want
to keep you safe.

Where were you all 10
months ago when my foster dad

was whipping me, whipping
me because the Falcons lost?

I'm sorry that happened,
but I'm here now.

Do you really want to go back?

I didn't say that.

[music playing]

So why were you
up all last night?

Well, Dom buried something,
and if I can find it,

maybe I can find him.

You're talking
about a body, right?

You know I watch TV.

Fine.

Yes.

The woman we're gonna meet
is going to help us find him.

Is she a psychic?

No.

Eve Duncan, so good
to hear from you.

Oh.

This is my friend Jane.

Jane, this is Sarah.

Hey.

And her dog, Monty.

And Sarah and I have worked a
bunch of search and recovery

jobs together.

He's so cute.

Can I pet him?

Sure.

He doesn't bite,
unless I tell him to.

This is Debbie Jordan.

She's married, had
two little ones.

So this Dom guy killed her and
then buried her near Flagstaff.

These woods are thick, Eve.

You know, last
time I talked to Dom,

he kept telling me
to follow the light.

Mm, wow-- cryptic
and unhelpful.

Well, the FBI found an old
murder that might be his.

The body was buried in a
suburb here called San Luz.

Spanish for Saint Light."

You want to guess
what Talladega means?

Fast cars.

"The Falls of Tumbling Light."

Every place he buried his
victims has to do with light.

So parks, fields, nurseries--

this is a huge haystack.

I know you like a challenge.

[dog barking]

JANE: Up, boy.

So three days ago you
didn't even know this kid,

and today you're the only
thing keeping her alive.

Three days ago I
was all about Bonnie--

you know, her bones,
putting the past to rest.

Now Jane, she's all
I can think about.

Have you turned on the news?

Do you know how much
trouble you're in?

This kid is worth the risk.

I don't need a gun.

You don't need
one until you do,

and then you'll wish you had it.

Do you know how to use it?

Joe taught me.

Of course, the joys of
dating a former Navy SEAL.

We are not dating.

Are you going to help us or not?

OK, we're in.

Am I in?

Thank you.

The pastor said she
wore this every Sunday.

The field is in back of
the Desert Light subdivision.

You know that this is
going to take forever.

It's also close to her church.

She is a very
stubborn woman, Monty.

Let's go!

[music playing]

He could be using
non-dump sites,

like he did in Talladega.

We should check them out.

SARAH: Good idea.

Let's take a break.

Well, it is really
good to see you, Evie,

despite the circumstances.

I've missed you.

I know I'm terrible
at keeping in touch.

I consider you one
of my best friends.

I'm going to try harder.

Oh, yeah, right.

Promises, promises.

No, really.

You never judged me.

That's because I get you.

Do you think anyone who's
never experienced loss

can really understand?

No.

But that doesn't mean that
they can't feel for you.

And if you're talking about
Joe, well, I like him.

He thinks
everything's so simple.

Men are simple.

You have to appreciate that.

[chuckling]

Are you scared?

No.

That worries me.

Me too.

Herb, thanks for
looking after her.

HERB: No problem, Miss Duncan.

Good night.

Monty.

Monty.

Good boy.

Hey.

Did you have fun here today?

Yeah, it was OK.

But why can't I help
you guys search?

Well, because
it's work, not play.

You should be in school.

But--

Why do you care anyway?

Because I know what it's like
being a kid in a tough spot.

I grew up in Techwood.

You so did not.

Really?

Yeah, yeah.

It doesn't matter where
you start your life.

You can go anywhere.

Good night.

Well, that was a long
and unrewarding day.

Until now, of course.

Hey.

What's wrong?

It's happening,
just like he wants.

What is?

What are you talking about?

Dom wants me to love her.

You know, to him, she's just a
stand-in for my dead daughter.

If he has been watching
her like you said,

then he knows she
is more than that.

She's tough, like you.

She is tough.

Thanks.

You know, it makes me think
that I didn't prepare Bonnie

for the world.

You know, she was
such a sweet girl.

God, she was so trusting.

Maybe she needed to
be wary like Jane.

So what, now you're blaming
yourself for Bonnie's murder?

Come on.

Jane hugged me just now.

You know, for all
of her attitude,

she's just this warm little
girl who's completely alone.

It can't be wrong to
care for her, can it?

No.

It's not.

So you forget about what
that bastard wants, OK?

He is not here now.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

What do you got, boy?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Welcome home, Eve.

Dom, what do you want?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Just to talk.

Come on in.

I'll fix you a drink.

You're bluffing.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
You didn't see a security guard

at his post, did you?

That's because I killed him.

Or he's off doing his rounds.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Only rounds

he was doing was
one to the temple.

I know you.

You're still hiding
under a rock somewhere.

You just got a
little bored tonight.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Oh, it's never boring with you,

Eve.

[chuckling]

You're getting warmer.

If you touch one
hair on her head--

[gunshot]
- It's OK.

It's OK.

It's me, it's me, it's me.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: [chuckling]

You OK?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Just kidding.

You OK?

What the hell is
going on here, Eve?

Dom was on the phone, and
I thought he was in the house

and he just killed Jane.

He's playing games, Eve.

That's what he does.

How was I supposed to
know you'd be up there?

How did you find me?

How did you even get in?

I'm a detective.

I showed Herb my badge.

And no, I didn't tell Spiro.

Sounds like you're
still mad at me.

What, for letting me think
that a psycho had murdered you

or hanging up on me twice?

You disappear again, I
will kill you myself.

Jane OK?

Yeah.

Finding Debbie Jordan is
the key to finding Dom.

It's a gut feeling.

Come on, tell me I'm
on a wild goose chase.

Tell me I'm crazy.

Something.

Drag me back to Atlanta
or join the search,

but I'm done hiding.

When have you
ever hidden, Eve?

When I thought
that you were dead,

my world became very empty.

I didn't like it.

You know I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, you're going
to have to trust me, Eve.

OK?

I won't keep you out
of this, but you've got

to stop hiding stuff from me.

Deal?

Deal.

I hate fighting with you.

Then stop doing it.

Good night.

Good night.

Keep going, Monty.

Find her.

I was wondering when you
were going to show up.

Our girl was
trying to ditch me.

That's because she doesn't
know a good thing when she's

got it.

Um, hello, I'm right here.

He picked up a scent.

Hey, what do you got, boy?

Monty?

He's found something.

There's a body here.

Are you sure?

This is it?

Yeah, good boy.

Come on.

Good boy.

This was dug up recently.

What do we do now?

If we excavate ourselves,
it won't hold up in court.

Time to call Spiro.

Good boy, Monty.

Yeah.

So, did you talk to Spiro?

Yeah, he's willing
to work with us.

But the Atlanta PD and child
services is looking for you,

so you need to stay low.

Yes, Detective.

Whatever you say.

What were you
doing over there?

Sweet.

She thinks she's ugly.

You care about her, don't you?

Well, after everything
she's been through,

she still finds a
reason to laugh.

You know she's pretty
taken with you too.

Eve, you could still have
a family if you wanted.

What are you proposing?

Maybe I'm proposing something.

Just because you
thought I was dead?

Because that's bound
to make you emotional.

You know, confused, even.

Emotional maybe.

But I'm not confused.

You're my best friend.

Hey, that's a
great place to start.

Good night.

Flagstaff PD dug up the
body at 2:30 this morning.

I told them I got the location
from an anonymous source.

We just got the
positive ID an hour ago.

It's Debbie Jordan.

There was a pink
candle in her right hand.

Cause of death
was strangulation.

She had ligature marks on
her ankles and her wrists.

Well, can she lead us to him?

Autopsy is still happening.

Good morning.

You must be Jane.

You must be the FBI.

Well, I am if you
won't hold it against me.

It's OK.

They're here to help.

We need to get
her back to Atlanta.

No, that's not negotiable.

Excuse me, you're not in a
position to negotiate anything.

I could have sent
the police here.

Yeah, but you didn't.

I led you to
his freshest kill.

You know he's going
to call me again.

I'm your best shot
at catching him.

You willing to
bet this kid's life?

Is he going to bury me too?

She's got be
telling us something.

Well, the candle confirms
her connection to Dom.

Do you guys notice
anything weird?

No, she's still
wearing her rings,

but we know Dom's
never been a thief.

Yeah, but what
about this ring here?

Looks like a class ring.

A 33-year-old mom doesn't
usually wear a class ring

anymore.

Can you get it for me?

Yeah.

Girl's ring, class of 1981.

Initials on it are EGH.

It's definitely not Debbie's.

Uh, it's got to
be this girl's ring.

Look.

Eliza Grace Harding.

She disappeared right
here in Flagstaff in 1981.

You think Eliza's
your San Luz body?

Dom's first victim.

But why would
he lead us to her?

Looks like he
wants to get caught.

This guy is highly organized.

He makes the bait
just tempting enough,

the investigation
just hard enough.

Exactly.

He deliberately gives us our
best chance at catching him.

It's part of his game.

Well, I say we beat
him at his own game.

Can you get the police report
on Eliza's disappearance?

Yeah, and the
detective who worked it.

He's still alive.

Nice work, Charlie.

Spiro's going to be impressed.

Agent Spiro and I went to
see Eliza Harding's parents.

DNA matched the San Luz body.

It's hers.

Well, what about
her disappearance?

What do they now?

Well, apparently Eliza spent
most of the summer of 1980

hanging out at a coffee
house with this kid Kevin

Shaw and his brothers.

Kevin wanted her to go to LA
with him and start a band.

Then she vanished.

So where is Kevin Shaw now?

He disappeared the
same time as Eliza.

Maybe Dom killed both of them.

Yeah, but only the
female body was found.

It makes me think that Kevin
might be Dom, you know,

if LA was his idea.

Yeah, that whole
runaway angle.

You keep the local police
from looking too hard.

Let's find Kevin Shaw.

You know, Mr. Harding said
that one of the brothers

mentioned they were from Dillon.

It's up in the mountains.

That trail is more
than 30 years cold.

30 years ago he probably
made some mistakes.

OK.

Let's go to Dillon.

I don't want to
leave Jane alone.

And if Dom is watching,
you don't want him to see

that you've bonded with her.

Charlie can stay
here and guard Jane.

What?

This was my lead.

And I will give you
full credit in my report.

Now, you have your assignment.

What else did you guys
get from Eliza's parents?

Mrs. Harding had a
photograph of Kevin.

It was a little blurry.

I sent it off to Quantico to see
what they could pull out of it.

I'm pretty good at photo work.

I'll get you a copy.

Hey, Charlie, you
find any school records

for the kids in Dillon?

No.

What about court records?

Courthouse burned
down six years ago.

Really?

Somebody's covering
their tracks.

[music playing]

It's an awfully small town.

Welcome to Dillon, Arizona.

There were no Shaws
in the phone book,

but somebody ought
to remember them.

We should split up
to cover more ground.

Yeah, good idea.

I'll take the north
side of the street.

Why don't you take
the south side?

We can meet up after.

JOE: You got it.

Hello.

May I help you?

Um, can I ask you
a few questions?

I'm doing some research, trying
to track down a family that

used to live here, the Shaws.

What's this about anyway?

I think their son Kevin might
have grown up to be dangerous.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Please, it's really
important to me.

Old Man Shaw was an
evangelist, a real fire

and brimstone type.

He had a big tent on the
plateau north of town.

I was a little wild
when I was a girl,

and my daddy thought
I needed some saving.

I'm sorry.

I know this is difficult,
but anything you can remember

might be helpful.

I remember Reverend
Shaw standing up

there waving that
red candle at me,

telling me what a whore I was.

He used candles?

Yeah, different colors for
different sins, he used to say.

Do you know what
happened to his family?

I don't know.

They all disappeared
after the big fire.

Look at me, getting upset.

It's funny how the things
that happened to you as a kid

leave the deepest scars.

This place feels haunted.

The fire was 30 years ago.

Police blamed it on the
candles, called it an accident.

Did they investigate?

Didn't find anything.

When Shaw disappeared,
they just figured he

and the family took off.

No one searched for bodies?

Not according to the report.

It's no surprise.

Guys like Shaw
were traveling men.

I talked to a
bartender back in town.

He remembered the boys.

He said that the reverend
always had a problem with Kevin.

Jacob and Ezekiel, they'd say
hallelujah, pass the plate.

But Kevin never wanted
to play the game.

Maybe the reverend
pushed Kevin too far,

and a killer was born.

Or was made.

It's strange.

The fire was 30 years ago.

Why hasn't the grass grown back?

The grounds have been salted.

Somebody doesn't want
anything living here.

Somebody died here.

I can feel it.

Let's get a
forensic team up here.

Hey, you.

I found this on the dresser.

It's this pretty girl I know.

Does that mean
pretty on the inside,

because you know
that means ugly.

Hey, you are beautiful.

And smart and funny.

And you are going
to rock this world.

So, how'd it go in Dillon?

Is it him?

I think so.

Is he still coming for me?

He is one sick man.

And you have Joe and
Charlie and Sarah.

And Monty.

And Monty.

And you?

And me.

I'm not going anywhere.

OK.

[phone ringing]

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: You've been busy.

Hello, Kevin.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Oh, I much prefer Dom.

Kevin doesn't exist anymore.

Yeah?

He burn up in a fire perhaps?

Along with the rest
of your family?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
Of course I killed them.

But you won't be finding
any bodies in those ashes.

Why did you do it?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
My father saw Satan in me

from the time I was a child.

He'd make me hold a black
candle while he beat me.

Then he'd rub salt
in the wounds.

Maybe he was right.

Do you think we're born
with the seeds of evil?

I think you were.

But you didn't destroy
Kevin completely.

We have records, photos.

We're going to find you.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: Not that way.

What color candle
do you want to hold?

White for Jane.

That's easy.

[insects chirping]

So?

Did you have a bad dream?

Dom called.

I wish it was a dream.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm really here.

You really did this.

Good morning.

Oh, come on.

Admit it.

We're good together.

I'm still processing.

Let me process.

Hey, what better protection
from a serial killer

than to have a cop in your
bed beside you, right?

You know, you joke, but that's
exactly what I'm talking about.

From the moment
you met me, my life

has just been chaos and drama.

You were my rock when
Bonnie was killed.

You know, all through the
trial and Fraser's execution--

It's been a decade since.

What's your point?

You wouldn't recognize a
normal relationship with me.

Do you think it'll really
be as exciting when it's all

just electric bills
and car payments?

I don't know.

This feels pretty exciting.

OK.

You know what?

I admit, at the start there
was a little protective, Joe

Friday, damsel in
distress thing.

That does not change
how I feel about you.

And how's that?

I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.

[text alert]

Spiro's on his way over.

Saved by the bell.

I told you it wasn't much.

Mrs. Harding says the kid
holding the flag is Kevin Shaw.

That's Jacob and
Ezekiel on the left.

Well, if that's Kevin with the
water damage, we can't be sure.

We could try global corrections.

But without the negative,
it's kind of a long shot.

There's a new digital
imaging system out of Berkeley

that works miracles.

Quantico tried that.

No go.

Who tried it at
Quantico, Shipman?

He probably gave up after the
first chromatic aberration.

Let me at it.

Who else has this
imaging system?

Local newspaper might.

I think I know
someone who can help.

So this Mark Bernard, he
flies all the way from Atlanta

just to get Charlie
into a photo lab.

Is that right?

Well, that and I promised
him his in-depth interview.

He's been chomping at the
bit for his exclusive.

Yeah.

Yeah, it seems like he's
your go-to guy these days.

You know, given the facts.

OK, Detective.

Explain these facts.

Who did I sleep with last night?

[text alert]

What's wrong?

Well, Charlie said he's
on his way over here.

If he had something,
wouldn't he just call?

Maybe he's got something he
needs to show us in person.

Charlie should have been here
by now, and I can't reach him.

Something's wrong.

I'll drive.

Monty, come on.

Can you tell Jane I'll
be back in about an hour?

She'll be fine.
She'll be with Monty.

You guys be careful.

We'll be at the photo
lab in 15 minutes.

[car starting]

[inaudible].

JOE: What the hell is this?

EVE: Oh, my god.

There's Spiro.

What happened?

I just got here myself, but
it looks like Charlie went off

the road.

Yeah, more like
forced off the road.

What's the holdup?

They're waiting for a winch
so they can stabilize the SUV.

Joe, wait for the winch.

Joe!

You shouldn't be here.

Your APB photo is everywhere.

I can smell the gas from here.

ES guys know
what they're doing.

All it takes is one spark.

Come on, Joe.

Get out of there.

[explosion]

Joe!

Eve.

He was in there.

We don't know that.

He went in.

Don't you get it?

We don't know that.

[interposing voices]

Charlie?

He was dead when I found him.

Oh, no.

Is Mark still at the photo lab?

He was stuck under
the front seat.

I was trying to pry it out when
I realized the car was going

to blow.

He's not answering.

I can call the lab and see if
they could email me Charlie's

backup files.

I have to call Charlie's wife.

God, he was such a good guy.

Yeah, he was.

You OK?

Leave me alone.

Eve?

Come on Eve.

What the hell is going on?

Talk to me.

You could have died.

Yeah, I could have.

But I didn't.

So why are you so angry?

Because you kissed me.

You told me you want to spend
the rest of your life with me.

And then I have
to watch helpless

as the rest of your life
shrinks to a pinpoint.

Oh.

Yeah.

"Oh."

It's OK.

It's over.

No, it's not over,
because you're a cop.

You're going to continue doing
stupid things and taking risks.

And I can't live like that.

Are you trying to tell
me that you love me?

I'm not telling you
anything, you idiot.

Because it's a
little hard to decipher

through all the verbal abuse.

You going to tell me
you love me someday?

Probably not.

Because you don't deserve it.

Well, regardless,
I promise you,

I'm not going to take any
chances if I don't absolutely

have to.

I thought losing Bonnie was
more than I can live with.

If I lost you too, I just--

it just hurts.

That's all.

Listen to me.

I'm not going anywhere, OK?

You're never going to lose me.

Ever.

OK?

Promise.

Ever.

Is that--

Mark?

I don't-- I don't understand.

How--

Bernard's the right age.

He talked his way
into your life.

I thought it was weird I
couldn't reach him tonight.

He always answers his phone.

I'm going to send
agents to his hotel.

I sent Mark to Charlie.

Eve, there's no way
you could have known.

I let Mark in.

He always knew where I was.

If he touches her, I swear to
god, I'm going to kill him.

No.

Nothing's going to happen, OK?

So, this is
almost over, right?

I mean, every cop in the
country is out looking for him.

Well, he's been doing
this for 30 years.

I wouldn't underestimate him.

[phone ringing]

It's Spiro.

Hello?

Get out of there now.

Is it Dom?

No.

Flagstaff PD is going to
be at your door any minute.

PD is on the way.

SPIRO [ON PHONE]: They
got an anonymous tip

as to your whereabouts.

One guess who called it in.

But Mark wants me with her.

SPIRO [ON PHONE]: Not anymore.

The game's almost over.

If he can blast you out
of hiding into jail,

Jane's vulnerable.

How much time?

None.

Eve, I mean it, get
out of there now.

OK.

Sarah, get Monty and go.

Joe, get Jane up.

We leave in two minutes.

I'm right here.

Get dressed fast, sweetie.

It's too late.

They're already here.

OK.

Jane, listen, the
police are here,

and they're going to want
to take you with them.

No.
Tell them I want to go with you.

No, I know.

But I still need to go with
them and answer questions.

No.
Please don't go.

Listen, Joe is going to keep
an eye on you until I get out.

But I will get out, and
I will come find you, OK?

Sweetie, I know you're strong.

But I still need to hear it.

- OK.
- OK.

[knocking]

MAN: Police.

Open the door.

Atlanta Child Services
will want her back.

You have to protect her.

I will.

I promise.

OK.

It's gonna be OK.

I'm trying to get
you out on bail.

It's kidnapping and
interstate flight.

I don't think you get bail.

Child services knows there
are extenuating circumstances.

They just wanted Jane back.

They're going to send
a car to pick her up.

She's going to be safe.

It's not enough.

He always seems to know
what our next move is.

Eve, Mark's on the run.

Why would he go after her?

He'll never run.

That would mean he lost.

If he can't kill the both of us,
he'll settle for killing her.

I'm doing everything I
can to get you out of here.

But it's not going to
happen before tomorrow.

I really want to kiss you.

The good news is they've
dropped the charges.

Bad news is, you cannot
go anywhere near Jane.

JOE [ON PHONE]: Hey.

EVE [ON PHONE]: I'm out.

Where's Jane?

No, she's fine.

I'm just leaving
the safe house now.

They put her on
an earlier flight.

She's got a police escort.

Hurry up.

I've got a bad feeling.

Something is not adding up.

I have to get to my computer.

[police radio chatter]

[phone ringing]

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: I have her.

I know.

Tell me what you want.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
You're supposed to beg.

You're not making this much fun.

Let me talk to her.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: She's asleep.

I had to give her a little
something to keep her quiet.

Kids.

Do not hurt her.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
She'll hear your dying screams

before your own, unless
you can save her.

It's the chance you
never got with Bonnie.

[chuckling]

When?
Where?

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
The place where it all started.

Midnight.

[dialing]

This is Spiro.

Mark has Jane.

He's taking her to Dillon
to the plateau at midnight.

Meet me there.

Eve, this sounds like you're
considering something stupid.

I'm giving you the chance
you've been waiting for.

Let's catch him.

[music playing]

SPIRO [ON PHONE]: Spiro.

Are you ready?

SPIRO [ON PHONE]:
We're in position

about two miles down the road.

Key your radio mike twice
when you verify Mark is there.

Just don't move in until
I know Jane is alive.

SPIRO [ON PHONE]: Joe
give you a weapon?

Sarah gave me one.

I couldn't tell Joe
what I was doing.

He never would have let me come.

SPIRO [ON PHONE]:
It's gonna be OK.

Don't worry.

[phone ringing]

This is Eve.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON PHONE]:
I left the light on for you.

Let me talk to Jane.

EVE [ON PHONE]: Eve,
don't do what he says.

DISTORTED VOICE [ON
PHONE]: 10 minutes.

[dialing]

SARAH [ON PHONE]: Hello?

Sarah, Jane is within a
10-minute walk of the plateau.

SARAH [ON PHONE]: Oh, thank
god she's still alive.

OK, we're on it.

Just listen.

If he kills me, just
make sure Jane is safe.

Please.

SARAH [ON PHONE]: I will.

But it's not going to come
to that, so just be careful.

Mark?

That's how I
staked out my father.

It's a little welcome present.

You like it?

It's easy playing
monster catcher

when you know how they think.

So there's no cavalry coming.

Afraid not.

Put your weapon on the ground.

Now!

I will kill you
without blinking.

You might kill me, but
you'll never get away with it.

They'll realize you
tampered with the photos.

By then I'll be set
up in my next life.

So what, you just
keep on killing?

How many over the years?

I've lost count.

It was a challenge passing that
psych exam to be a profiler.

But once I did, well,
it was almost too easy.

That's why I liked you, Eve.

You made it fun.

What did Fraser tell you?

Where's my daughter?

Bonnie is buried all alone
in Chattahoochee National Park.

You're going to be buried right
here, hundreds of miles away.

Maybe.

You come back here.

Come get me.

Eve!

The game is over.

[gunshot]

[coughing]

Now the game is over,
you son of a bitch.

Who--

Joe.

He was a sniper in the SEALs.

He's about 800 yards away.

We just needed you to
come into the light.

That photo of Kevin Shaw,
that was a pretty good fake.

But I could see that it had
been doctored, just like Charlie

saw.

I digitally combined
your brother's faces.

After I did the age
progression, the resemblance

was unmistakable.

Where's Jane?

I put false trails down.

You'll never find her.

Eve, I knew you'd love her.

[chuckling]

Eve.

Go help Sarah find Jane.

I'll be right there.

I don't want it to be quick.

Let the bastard bleed to death.

JOE: Jane!

Jane!

MAN [ON RADIO]: Rescue
one to rescue two,

when we get to the ridge, you
take the north side slope,

and I'll take the south side.

MAN [ON RADIO]: Rescue
two, roger that.

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

Hold up.

Hold up there, buddy.

Hold up.

Jane!

Easy, Monty.

Easy.

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

What do you got?

What do you got, puppy?

What do you got?

What do you got?

OK, Sarah's up ahead.

She's covering the eastern
and southern paths,

but Monty is all over the place.

Spiro wasn't lying
about the false trails.

What else did he say?

He told me where
Bonnie was buried.

I know he might be
lying, but I'm never

going to stop looking, Joe.

Well, you're not going to
have to do it alone, all right?

[dog barking]

We're moving.

Let's go.

Jane?

Jane!

Jane?

Jane?

Monty!

Monty, come.

She's here.
She's here.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I got you.

It's OK.

It's OK.

I'm going to get
you out of here.

Good boy.
Come on.

- Is she all right?
- It's OK.

All right.

Come on.

Hey, good boy.

She's OK.

She's OK.

You all right?

Oh, thank god.

Jane.

Good boy.

Are you OK?

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Good.

Jane, would you like
to come live with me?

With us?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

OK.

Come here, honey.

Oh, god, it's good to see you.

Come on.

Let's go.

Can we get a dog?

You hear that, Monty?

[music playing]