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Mom, there's
nothing to do here.

Well, you can help me
take out this trash.

That's not fun.

Well, then play
with Hammy for God sakes.

Why do you keep
looking out the window?

Daddy isn't coming.

If he does,
you remember what I told you?

'You hide behind the counter.'

Do you hear me, Susan?

I wanna go home.

Well, we're not going home.

Where are we gonna sleep?

What about my clothes
and my book bag?

My stuff?

We'll buy new things.

You can't barely buy anything.

We're gonna be okay.

'You might not
believe it right now..'

...but it's true.

'Hey.'

I love you, little girl.

Don't, please don't, pl..

Ple..

Her body was
found by hikers.

A dog dug it up.

Good place to dump
a body this preserve.

Yeah, nothing but
woods for miles.

Only witnesses are
the birds and the bees.

We get an ID yet, boss?

'From a medic alert bracelet.'

Janet Lambert.

White female,
31 years of age.

Reported missing in '85.

Disappeared from
her place of work.

Last to see was her
11-year-old daughter.

Mom goes out with the trash
and never comes back.

Poor kid.

From her chest cavity.

Shattered the ribcage.

Hell of a slug.

There's no bullet hole
in the clothes.

So the doer stripped her
before shooting her.

Makes sense.

Now that we know her name..

...next question.

Where's her head?

Janet Lambert
worked in night shift

at a 24-hour convenience store
off the boulevard.

Where she disappeared
from night of November 2, 1985.

Prime suspect at the time was
her husband, Leroy Lambert.

Says here, same day
Janet goes missing.

She filed domestic abuse
charges against hubby.

Walked out for beating her up

in front of their
11-year-old daughter.

Leaving, cost Janet her life.

And her head. Takes a lot of
hate, doing something like that.

The kid, Susan,
says, "Dad came to the store

right before mom disappeared."

'Not much of an ID.'

All she saw were
a pair of men's boots.

Well, how'd that go down?

Mom told her to hide
behind the counter

if someone came in,
afraid it might be dad.

Loving patriarch, this Leroy.

Missing persons couldn't
pin him to it in '85.

Guy's alibi was solid.

Well, maybe it's crumbled some.

I was at the bowling alley
when Janet had gone missing.

Whole place saw me sitting
up there at the bar.

Bunch of drunks passed out in
their beers. Real reliable.

Bartender, too.
He didn't touch a drop.

- Nice.
- Helps me think straight.

Think about this,
your wife's head was cut off.

Sicko who did that had
a personal score to settle.

The way we hear it, you've got
a mighty long score, Leroy.

That bitch had it coming
for what she did to me.

Susan, time to eat!

I want my breakfast.

I promised Susan
I'd take her to the mall.

I can cook you up something
hot when I get home.

I don't eat breakfast
out of no box!

Susan's in the next room, Leroy.

Please don't start
or she'll see..

I ain't eating out of no box!

Sweetheart, come on,
time for breakfast.

Here you go, sweetie.

I'm sorry, honey,
I won't be able

to take you
to the mall today.

Next time, I promise.

You always break your promises.

Don't sass your mother.

Mom.

Ow!

Don't you touch her..

...or me!

Never again!

That bitch walked out
on me then and there.

I never saw her again.

Your daughter
says different.

Yeah, well, maybe what
happened up in that woods

to Janet should have
happened to Susan, too.

You're a real door prize, Leroy.

Man-hating bitch,
just like her mother.

I didn't kill Janet

but I sure wish I did.

I always hoped my mother
was out there, somewhere..

...alive.

And that day, she filed
domestic abuse charges..

...against your father.

Yes. Could I see that?

At the store, right before
your mom disappeared

'you said you
saw someone?'

I know. It could've
been anyone's boots.

I was just a kid...scared.

Thought your dad
was coming for you.

Your mom.

"Walking On Sunshine?"

What?

It says it right here.

'That song was
playing on the radio'

when my father
was beating up my mom.

Well, what does that have
to do with her disappearance?

He was singing it.

Who?

The man who came
into the store that night.

'Hey.'

I love you, little girl.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Oh yeah.. ♪

I waited and waited,
but he never came back.

Neither did my mother.

You're positive you
heard that song?

I've never forgotten that day.

Thanks for your time, Susan.

The court sent me back to him.

'After my mother disappeared.'

What my father
couldn't do to her anymore, he..

...took out on me.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

Lil, Stillman called.

Needs us at the woods.

Alright copy that.
This is 22.

Guy in the store
could be Leroy.

Gotta be Leroy. Now, who else
would know about that song?

What it meant to Janet?

'Hey, boss.'

What's the rush?

Canine unit uncovered this.

Routine sweep of
the crime scene.

Single shot to the chest.

Large caliber weapon.

No holes in her clothes.

- How many?
- Eight.

- All headless?
- Yes, sir.

'Three of the nine bodies found'

at the wildlife preserve
have been identified.

Body number one, Janet Lambert.

Now, we know she went missing
in November of '85.

Body number two, Tina James.

White female, 14 years old

reported missing
in November '99.

Number three, Latrice Hicks.

Black female, 50 years old

disappeared in 2001...November.

Coroner's working
on identifying the others.

'No way Leroy's responsible.'

Spent 1988 to 2001
in and out of lockup.

Same dates our victims
went missing.

All in November.

'So, if it wasn't Leroy'

how'd he know about the song?

What we do know is,
he strips 'em

probably rapes 'em,
shoots 'em.

That doesn't explain
how he picks 'em.

They've got nothing in common,
different races

'ages, professions.'

Most serial killers
have a type.

Uniforms ID'd a possible witness
in the wildlife preserve.

Let's talk to him asap.

Families are coming in?

Yeah.

I keep logs of illegal hunting
here on the wilderness preserve.

Poachers, hunters,
they come by at night

trying to pinch
on some deer meat.

You heard gunshots early
morning, November 3, 1985?

Yeah, I was working. Logged 'em.

Same night Janet Lambert
went missing.

Yeah, I went out
and told that guy

there ain't no huntin' here.

Not on my watch.

Hey!

'Hey! I'm talking to you.'

'There's no hunting
on this preserve.'

What's in the bag?

There's no hunting here.

'You've been warned.'

Real freak show that guy.

And you never reported this?

No, I thought
he was a poacher.

Who cares about
that but us?

You recorded shots at 5:00 a.m.?

Yeah, that's right.

But Janet went missing

from the convenience store

at around 9:00 p.m.

So what was he doing
with her, all night?

It was the last time
I saw my sister.

Latrice walked you
to the bus stop.

And that was around..

...4:00 p.m.?

Yes.

You notice anyone suspicious
on the street there?

She was always worried,
since the mugging.

What mugging?

A few months
before she disappeared.

My sister was mugged.

This happened in 2001?

'We went to the police.'

She identified him in a lineup.

Still in prison.

You last saw your daughter
Tina at around 4:00 p.m.?

She was training.

Headed out for an afternoon
cross-country run.

She never came back.

Was there a shortcut she'd take?

Not after that
pervert jumped her.

Tina was raped?

'Attempted.'

Two years before she..

...disappeared.

'I always taught her
to stand up for herself.'

She sprayed
that rapist in the face.

Pepper spray?

Riot-control tear gas.

Knocks an elephant down
in two seconds flat.

Used it in the marines.

What happened to the guy
who tried to rape her?

'Tear gas blinded
him for life.'

Was Tina..

...in pain when she..

Did my girl
call out for me?

Janet, Tina, Latrice
all victims of a violent crime

before they go missing.

Domestic assault,
robbery, attempted rape.

Thing is, these doers
ain'tourdoer.

They were either in lock
up or outta commission

at the time
their victims went missing.

Could be how our
guy's pickin' 'em.

Reads about the
crimes in the paper

and hears about
them on the radio.

Picks the survivors.

The coroners ID'd
the other bodies.

Check their histories
for prior crimes.

Report control unit
will be open in the morning.

Thought we'd check tonight.

Report still open?

Yeah.

All nine of your girlsgot 49s.

All victims of prior crimes.

Carjacking, rape,
assault with a deadly weapon.

'Runs the gamut.'

Lucky they all survived.

Not so lucky
if you think about it.

After Leroy gets
through with Janet

he starts in on the kid.
Janet clocks him in the face.

Right.

And... Latrice Hicks,
who got mugged..

...broke the guy's nose
when he went for her handbag.

Like Tina James
with the tear gas.

'Yeah, they weren't
just victims of a crime..'

...they all fought back.

Huh.

We'll need
any records on victims

who did the same.

Uh, might take
a few hours.

We're not computerized.

Well, we'll pick 'em up
in the morning.

You taking the train?

I'll walk you.

I gotta go
somewhere first.

Well, be careful.

'Classy joint.'

Classy girl.

You here to drink?

Or bitch?

Give me a vodka orange.
Hold the vodka.

Never did take after mom.

Where are you
staying these days?

The Y.

'There's a daybed downstairs.'

Cats might fight
you for it, but..

What changed your mind?

You can't be wandering
around like some kinda--

Some kinda what?

You don't know what's out there.

And you do?

Wish I didn't..

...sometimes.

Just till I get
something permanent.

Autopsies showed
no evidence of rape

or sexual trauma
in even the most recent bodies.

Well, then what's
he doing with 'em all night?

Well, breaks and fractures
were apparent

in most of the victims' feet.

Multiple lacerations
on their soles.

'And on the fresher bodies,
torn ligaments.'

Meaning?

Types of injuries you
get running barefoot

'over rough terrain
for several hours.'

He's chasing them
through the woods?

Looks like it, yeah.

Ballistics in
on the bullet yet?

Arisaka, model 38.

Japanese bolt-action rifle.

'Imported after world war II.'

Can't be many places
that sell that ammo.

'Only one in the city'

is an army surplus store
on the boulevard.

Let's go.

Guy orders the same
kinda ammo every year.

We got a name, Will.

Peter Brodsky.

- Check his ID?
- Hell, yeah.

Last thing
I need is to lose my license.

Ordered the same thing.

Year after year, except in 1999.

Same year Tina James
goes missing.

In 1999 he also ordered

a "military m-95
with CP filter."

What's that?

Gas mask.

What?

'Special issue.'

Used for riot control.

Filters out tear gas.

How'd he know Tina
carried tear gas?

You ever see this
guy, Peter Brodsky?

Couldn't tell you
what he looked like

if you had ATF
breaking down the door.

What do you mean?

The guy was like...not there.

You know what I mean?

'Got your ammo
andthe gas mask.'

'Y2k, huh?'

Receipt's in there, too.

Damn government taxes.

How much?

Take all you want, buddy.

On me.

♪ Hate today
no love for tomorrow ♪

♪ We're all stars now ♪

♪ In the dope show ♪

♪ We're all stars now
in the dope show ♪

Like I said...not there.

And you couldn't ID him?

Sorry.

He stopped to look
at something.

That it?

Yeah, that's been up there
since I opened the store.

What is it?

'Orion.'

'The constellation.'

'Clears the horizon
for the first time'

ever year...in November.

Same month he killed.

Orion comes from the Greek myth.

Means "great hunter."

That's why he makes them run.

He's hunting them.

He hunts them
for hours in the woods.

Shoots 'em before dawn.

Takes their heads.

He's a hunter.

Targeting human prey.

'And now we got a name.'

Peter Brodsky.

What I don't get is,
how he picks them up.

Broad daylight, public places.

We know all
these women are fighters.

But no one ever sees
or hears a thing.

So maybe they go
with him willingly

'cause they know him. Trust him.

You trust family, friends.

A cop.

Peter Brodsky.

Worked northeast
division. A uniform.

'Left the job in '84'

'drops off
the face of the earth.'

Guy's nowhere in the system now.

Alright, let's
check for reports

of suspicious
police behavior '84-2002

and Brodsky's IAB file.

Our victims were
abducted during the day

'before sunset, right?'

All but Janet Lambert.
She was picked up at night.

Well, maybe he tried
getting her earlier.

Janet had her kid
with her all day.

So maybe Susan
saw something at sunset.

We were in
the car. Driving.

Well, you remember seeing a cop?

Yes, I do.

We had left the police station
a few hours earlier

after my mom filed the report.

She was late for work.

Then what happened?

We weren't even speeding, but
then this cop pulls us over..

'What did I do?'

I know why you're mad at me.

I'm not mad.

Because of what
your daddy did today.

He does that every day, mommy.

He won't.

'Not no more. I promise.'

I'm not breaking any more
promises, not to you, Susan.

Officer?
I don't think, I was speeding.

What's she doing here?

Excuse me?

No speeding.
You got your warning.

♪ Hey oh mah mah mah ♪

♪ Lih le oh my ah ♪

♪ Hey oh mah mah mah ♪

♪ Hey hey hey hey oh ♪

You think a cop had something
to do with my mother's...murder?

We don't know yet.

You think you
could ID him, Susan?

I barely saw him.
I'm sorry.

'It wasn't your fault..'

...what happened to your mom.

If I could have
that moment back?

I would have told her.

What?

That I loved her, too.

'Lil.'

Got something.

I'm sorry.

Boys found a live one.

Woman who reported
a cop abduction in '97.

A survivor?

'He brought me here.'

Yeah.

'Help me!'

I was, uh...working
at the bar that night

you know,
doing a little..

...in the parking lot,
when this cop rolled up

said he was bringing me in
for disorderly conduct.

Did you get a look at him?

I was wasted.

Could've been Mickey Mouse
and I wouldn't have known.

Got his name, though.
Brodsky something.

'Lot of good it did.'

Cops looked at me like
I was making it up.

They filed a report.

They didn't do nothing
with it, did they?

This cop, Brodsky, gets
you in the car. Then what?

He starts driving and
driving...then he stops.

♪ It all comes back
to haunt you.. ♪

Get out.

I didn't see your face, officer.

I can't ID you.

We can do it in the
back seat. Any way you want.

I'm real good,
I'll be real good.

Just don't hurt me, please.

Don't act dumb
like an animal.

Don't. Please.

"Don't" and "please."

They always say
those words.

Ready to run, Atalanta?

What did you call me?

'Help!'

Help!

'What's Atalanta?'

Princess Atalanta.

A story I heard as a kid.

'See, a few years ago,
when I almost got raped'

I couldn't do nothing.

I just lay there..

...waiting to die.

Then I remembered Atalanta

the princess who was
the fastest in the land.

Gave me the strength
to run away remembering that.

Did you tell anybody
else about that?

No one. Just me and God.

How could he know?

Found Peter Brodsky
in Butte, Montana.

Hasn't been in
Philly for 20 years.

We sure?

Him and his wife,
left town for good in '84.

He was shot on the job.

Been in a wheelchair since.

So someone knew Brodsky
was out of commission.

And stole his identity.

Well, he knew these women
were victimized before

that they all fought back.

And how they
defended themselves.

Tina James with tear gas.

Other people could've known.
Her old man knew.

But he knew the song, Scotty,
and what it meant to Janet.

She told the cops
about the song.

But Atalanta?
How'd he know about that?

'Well, he knows about the song'

and the tear gas
and the childhood story

'cause it's in the report.

He's reading these reports.

Well, let's say
he ain't a cop.

But he's got access.

Who else would have access

to the reports
to a cop's identity?

I appreciate you
coming up here, George.

We're hoping you can help us.

You see, we're looking
for fresh eyes on this thing.

Wow.

Uh, sure. Fire away.

Who could've read
all these reports?

I mean, you see
that back and forth

who has access to all that?

Well, I'm the gatekeeper
everyone goes through me.

So you're the only one
who has access to the 49s?

And I run a tight ship.

What stumps me,
is the women he picks.

Fighters.

Most of us, we already
got the ball and chain.

'Well, it might
be different if, uh..'

...you were looking
to kill her.

That so?

He hates women.
Because of his mother.

Who was, uh, domineering,
controlling, serial killer 101.

- You read a lot, huh, George?
- It's what I do.

You spend a lot of time,
with those records

'reading about our dead women.'

Yeah, it's better
than fiction, right?

- How so?
- No one reads 'em.

No one cares about 'em..

...but me.

'Oh, by the way..'

...you're not gonna
find anything in my house.

Not a hair out of place.

No dirty dishes.

No stained laundry, nothing.

Now, he had to wash
the blood off somewhere.

CSU's pulling the drains now.

They're dusting his
clothes for prints.

If our victims fought back,
maybe we'll get lucky.

I'm not even getting dust here.

Do you hunt, Nick?

- Yeah 'course.
- 'Look at this.'

Found your boots, George.

Lot of blood,
taking off a head.

Tough to wash out.

But...not impossible.

We're just talking here, right?

Right. Just talking.

'And I'm free to walk out..'

...anytime I want.

Most people think
they have to stay, talk.

'Dumb civilians.'

Not you, though.

What are your thoughts
on this guy, George?

I mean, why did he take
their clothes off?

'He's not raping them.'

'What's the point?'

Hmm.

Good question. Uh..

Control?

Humiliation?

The way their teats
pucker in the cold?

'It's tough, getting
a woman's clothes off'

when she's not willing.

Must've been scratching,
kicking, fighting.

They fight
you a lot, George?

Statistically speaking,
victims rarely fight back

when a firearm is used
in the commission of a crime.

And you mean him.

Well, like we said,
just theorizing.

Hypothesizing.

We appreciate
your insight, George.

Any time.

'So, why do you think..'

...he picks survivors?

Wants a challenge.

That's obvious.

Once he finally,
tracks them down

I bet they're not
so uppity anymore, huh?

'And then he teaches
them a lesson.'

Oh, I imagine there are
many lessons taught..

...in the woods.

'You know what I think?'

This guy..

...never got laid
once in his life.

'Cause it-it, you know,
it sounds to me like'

he's got a real problem
with the ladies. You know?

You're the one
with the lady problem..

'...from what I hear.'

Nothing that a little
Thorazine can't fix.

- Don't you talk about her.
- Scotty.

You know what I mean,
lieutenant.

Got a few lady problems
of your own.

Is that right?

Ex-wife who hasn't spoken
to you in ten years.

Daughter who only
pretends to love her daddy.

Those second-rate medals

hanging in
your second-rate office.

'Were they really worth it?'

Like I said,
I can stop talking.

And I'm done talking to you.

'Saw your place, George.

You're a hell of a neat freak.

'How's such a tidy guy'

do the messy business
of taking off heads there?

I didn't take off anyone's head.

I meant animal heads, George.

'You hunt, don't you?

Chasing dumb animals
in the woods..

...no challenge.

You like a challenge, George?

I bore easily.

So if our killer
wants a challenge

why hunt women, why not men?

'An NBA player'

Olympic athlete,
guy at the gym.

'Why does he always, go
for the doe, the weaker sex?'

'Why is that?'

Well, maybe those females
had more to live for.

'Like the ones with children
put up a real squall.'

I bet if he promised
to bring their

little ones into
the woods, too. Hmm.

Some hunter.

'Taking down children, women.

Plus he let one get away.

What, you mean the drunk?

Or is she a full-blown
addict by now?

How'd you know
who we're talking about?

I've read her reports.

No DA would ever
put her on the stand.

Sloppy police work.

Kite will be
disappointed...again.

'Another bungled lead.'

- Kinda like the Chimayo case.
- What's that?

Oh, I read those
files, too, Nick.

You screwed the pooch

big time...or rather

someone screwed a lot
of juicy pooches because of you.

That's it. Come on, get up.

- Hey, hey, Nick, Nick!
- Come on. Get him up!

Come on. Come on.

Fine line between
being human and an animal.

'Look at you.'

So, tell me about
those dumb animals, George.

I once read a pursued animal
will run on broken toes

fractured shins,
bloody stumps of feet.

There are worse things
than rape, Nick.

Things that go on for hours.

I want my daddy.

Daddy.

Hypothetically speaking,
of course.

She was just a little girl.

Oh, I imagine
at the end she wasn't.

The things a female
will beg to do

if only you'll let her live.

Ever wonder what,
Mrs. Jeffries begged for

on that lonely highway
before she died?

Not gonna work, George.

Sorry.

Because I know.

Don't forget your deer eye.

Deer eye, George?

You, uh, a taxidermist?

Done talking to you.

'Cause if you never hunted..

...why do you have
theseat your place?

Done talking.

I want the blonde.

All we need is
one admission

just one slip-up.

Get him to say
he was there.

'Results are back from the lab.'

On his boots..

...no blood residue.

Nothing.

'Ditto on the house,
drains are clean.'

No hair, no trace evidence.

Couldn't even lift
George's prints.

This guy wipes down
his own house?

I'm going out for coffee.

You okay?

Put him in those woods, Lil.

'Like being
in this room, George?'

Playing games...excites you?

I've watched you here.

Upon occasion.

Really?

Really.

So, you snuck into observation?

Groped your ding-a-ling
in the dark?

Wouldn't flatter myself
if I were you.

That thing only
work in the woods?

Or maybe not even there?

Yet another tired-assed
Lilly trick.

Seen it before,
seen it before. Yawn.

Ah, ah, we're
just warming up.

- Ooh, show and tell.
- That's right.

Then let me tell you
something about Lilly Rush.

Hmm.

Why you really became a cop.

'What you've
never told a soul'

the bad thing that
happened to little Lilly..

'...long, long ago.'

Hmm.

I read your 49.

Did you?

You ever dream about it, Lilly?

No. No, I don't.

'Uh-huh.'

Keep telling yourself that.

Know your enemy.

You've done your homework.

So have I.

Age 18, failed
the police academy entry exam.

Age 20, you failed
the physical for a, uh

shopping mall
security guard?

'Couldn't even make
it as a rent-a-cop.'

So, here you are, 45,
filing away pieces of paper.

'No wonder you like
to play dress up.'

Now, you wanna
walk, be my guest.

I'm done with you.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

'Age 12..'

...your mother's murdered.

What could she have done to you?

Ever dream about it, George?

No wonder you're
such a small, little man.

Don't you walk away from me.
Don't you walk away from me!

Not there he's not.

Where?

In the woods?

Tell me...who you are
in the woods.

He's..

'You!'

Who you are.

Tell me!

God.

No, no. Please, don't. Please!

I have a daughter and I can't
break any more promises to her

'because she doesn't
have nobody.'

Nobody in this
world but me.

I love you, little girl.

- I'm done with you.
- Tell me how you killed her.

I gave you my thoughts,
my conjecture.

- We were just talking, right?
- What did you do with her head?

You mean, what did he do?

Where did you
put them, George?

Ask him. I have no idea.
It's over.

No, it's not over,
so sit down!

Oh, no.

It is over.

Wait, he's just gonna walk?

No confession.

She was close.

I'll be watching you.

Think I might leave town.

Do some traveling.

'Beautiful country we live in,
lots of empty woods'

You ever hunt?

No.

We should do it sometime.

Together.

Maybe we will.

♪ While I sit here
trying to be ♪

♪ Things to say ♪

♪ Someone lies bleeding
in a field somewhere ♪

♪ So it would seem we've still
got a long long way to go ♪

♪ I've seen all
I wanna see today ♪

♪ While I sit here trying
to move you anyway I can ♪

♪ Someone's son lies dead
in a gutter somewhere ♪

♪ And it would seem that we've
got a long long way to go ♪

♪ But I can't take it anymore ♪

♪ Turn it off if you want to ♪

♪ Switch it off
it will go away ♪

♪ Turn it off if you want to ♪

♪ Switch it off or look away ♪

♪ While I sit and
we talk and talk ♪

♪ And we talk some more ♪

♪ Someone's loved one's heart ♪

♪ Stops beating
in a street somewhere ♪

♪ So it would seem we've still
got a long long way to go ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪I've heard all I
wanna hear today ♪