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I'm fine. She threatened me, but Jack came along and scooped her off. I

to get a couple shots left, though. How bad is he wounded?

I'm not sure. I couldn't see, but the driver's seat was covered with blood.

we may have a chance.

Knowing Jack, he'll have a plan.

He'll find a way out.

I don't know.

I don't think he does.

He was angry with her. She was not supposed to be here.

Bailey, I don't think he's ahead of us this time.

We got a blood trail.

Let's move on to forensics.

Cover both ends of the alley and seal off these buildings.

Check out this dump.

I got the car.

I'm with you.

Clear.

I got it.

A door open here locks Jimmy.

John! It's gone now.

Claire!

He got his jacket.

Give me the coroner.

This is Agent Malone. Stop and search all vehicles, that includes police

vehicles. Jack's wearing a police uniform.

you later.

Jack disguised as Barothas.

Sam? No, I don't know.

I can't tell you what he looked like. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses.

Don't worry about it, Sam.

Okay, Jack's been in the wind for one hour and 27 minutes. Let's hear it. What

do we got?

Atlanta PD, the Bureau, and the Sheriff's Department are all cooperating

on a full -scale search.

We got roadblocks on the streets, random checkpoints on interstates and

highways. We've staked out air, rail, and bus.

The officer Jack killed was Vlade Izor, a Serbian immigrant with eight years on

the force. A stolen police car was found four blocks outside the police cordon

with the jacket and cap inside it. The seat and mats were soaked with blood

O negative.

It's Jack.

I'll bet he grabbed another car and took off.

Anapedia reports 11 auto thefts, three still unaccounted for. None of the

recovered cars have blood in them. He could be in Alabama by now. Or Florida.

Tennessee.

We have preliminary ballistics.

I did the math on the bullets, trajectories.

Two struck the rear of the van, one blew a tire, one hit Jack.

If we're lucky, our friend Jack bought a ruptured artery and copious amounts of

internal bleeding.

And if we're not so lucky? There would still be major damage to the nerves,

muscle, tendons, excruciating pain, heavy bleeding.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy. And we could also root for infection.

The bullet's cavitation would drag dirt, clothing, and all other kinds of

impurities into that wound.

Okay, so he's going to need medical attention.

Put the word out to every emergency facility, hospital, clinic,

and doctor in Atlanta. I want that wound reported the second it comes through

the door.

What about the woman?

Any witnesses about her?

No prints in the van. We did find a wig, some old clothes, some glasses, but

they were all clean.

We don't know what she looks like.

She wasn't wounded.

It'd be pretty easy for her to just disappear.

Sam, didn't you say Jack was angry at her?

She's probably scared of him. That's why they split up.

Okay, it's late.

Go home, get some rack time.

See you back at 8 in the morning.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Look, it must have been really hard being that close to Jack and having him

still get away.

But you did all you could do.

I know. Since we didn't get him in the first few hours, we're not going to,

so... It's gonna take a... He's making a mistake for us to catch him now.

Is that what we're doing, Colleen? We're just hoping that the person who killed

her is going to make a mistake?

I don't know.

You said that Drew didn't hang himself, which means someone else must have. And

it wasn't Jack.

It was someone else getting away with killing three people that we cared

And the police didn't come up with that, Sam. You did.

I'm just asking you, please, don't walk away from this.

Yet.

Well, let me tell you something, okay? Because I don't pile up overtime for

health reasons. Thank you.

Finally got Jack on the run and the bean counters wanted to go and die us.

Billy, I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm... I feel like I'm being pulled

in too many different directions. I cannot focus.

You're staying with your friends.

Yeah. I need your help.

You got it.

I'll take you to the rest of the team. We'll pull in some personal time.

Colleen Brenneman, she was the most popular in our group, and she came from

well.

I was the one who found her body.

She was beaten to death with a champagne bottle, but the bottle is still

missing.

That's Roy Carlson. He was a nice guy when he wasn't drinking.

I think he was trying to tell me something about Colleen's murder, but

killer drowned him before he could. It was staged to look like an accident.

And Drew, that was Colleen's husband. He was an acquired taste.

Also suspect number one until he was murdered in a fake suicide.

He went out of his way to make me think that he was guilty, and I still don't

know why.

Unless he was trying to protect someone. Who stood to gain?

I'm not sure.

Colleen's death looked like a crime of passion, but Roy and Drew's deaths were

colder, more calculated. They were planned. The killer was covering his

Okay, now the suspects.

Greg Hayes.

Attorney, represents the university.

He was Drew's best friend. Greg doesn't think Drew was capable of killing

anyone. And Tracy Pratt, she loved everybody.

No motive as far as I can see.

Monica Sykes.

She and Colleen were best friends, but she didn't come from the same social

status.

Colleen had recently loaned Monica $30 ,000.

Blackmail.

What do the locals have in Wake Forest?

Well, it's hard to say. The detective in charge is a guy named Ramdack, and he

has a chip on his shoulder that's trying to protect it.

I'm really not sure why.

I'll look into him.

I took another look at Drew Vanneman's suicide.

There really is no evidence of foul play as far as I can see, although it wasn't

the most effective way to hang himself. Personally, I would drop a few feet to

break my neck and get it over with quickly.

So he struggled to this?

Right. It would have taken a couple of minutes before he passed out.

Grace, isn't that a reflex to grab at whatever's choking you? Yeah, it is a

reflex. Was there any skin under his nails?

No, there was no skin.

There were no leather particles from the belt.

You think maybe he got a little help from someone?

Probably someone he knew.

They probably drank until Drew passed out, and then whoever it was killed him.

Len and P .D. just recovered a stolen car that was abandoned at a junkyard.

The driver's seat soaked through without negative blood.

Why would Jack abandon a ride? Must have a place to go here in Atlanta.

A home, maybe even a friendly doctor.

Or maybe his girlfriend picked him up and helped him to get out of town.

No, he's here.

This is a safe harbor for him.

Then about the only chance we have is if he's dying.

Well, one way or another, he's gone.

Look, Bailey, I'm going to go back to Wake Forest.

Yeah, I think you should.

We'll beep if anything breaks.

Grace, let's get Francis to the police lab.

A week ago, this was a vacation.

I look forward to this place.

Now, my God.

You sure you're up for this?

Nope, but let's do it anyway.

Okay. Angel, what else did you see when you found Colleen's body?

I just saw her on the bed. That's all. I got out of there.

What about the light? Was it on or off?

It was off.

The floor in front of you, was there anything you could trickle over, like

shoes, clothing?

I couldn't take my eyes off of Colleen. I couldn't believe how badly she was

beaten. Angel, what did you see out of the corner of your eye?

A suitcase.

Good.

The TV was on?

Yeah.

Oh, and her robe was hanging on the side of the bedpost.

Did anybody come into this room before Detective Randek?

No, not that I thought.

Well, when I got here, there was no robe on the bedpost.

Well, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe the killer heard you knock.

And he hid behind the door as you opened it.

You leave.

The killer needs to get rid of the weapon.

So he looks for something to wrap it up in.

The robe.

For a crime of passion that was covered up with such icy precision.

I saw that rope.

The killer was in here.

What are you doing here?

Get the damn light out of my face.

Now the question is, what are you doing here?

I often come back to a crime scene. It helps me gain perspective.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear. This building is sealed.

This is my jurisdiction.

You don't come here without my knowledge and consent.

Now, what are you doing here?

I just told you. No, you didn't.

And that makes me think that maybe you're involved.

Or protecting somebody who is. You don't believe that.

Look, I don't know you people.

You're suspects.

Just like everybody else.

For what it's worth, I've checked with the bureaus of Z Branch.

There's no price on your head, Marcus.

Is there a point to this?

Special Forces.

7th and Vietnam.

I don't have mine on me.

No, I guess you're buying the drinks.

I buy the drinks.

Okay.

What do you want?

I want you to think.

Worldwide jurisdiction.

State -of -the -art toys.

No politics.

A boss is airborne qualified.

Not to mention that being part of the federal task force may help keep any

dogs at bay.

If you're offering me a job, then why has John Grant been following me?

You've been following Marcus Payton.

I've seen this kind all my life.

Let me guess, he asked you for a favor, right?

Your father was connected to the same lot Marcus infiltrated.

Isn't it possible you're reacting to that and not to Marcus himself?

I've seen this guy meet with three scumballs in the last 24 hours that

their right minds would like to see in their worst nightmares.

Now, why would he do that unless he's a wrong cop?

You still talk to snitches from your street cop days, don't you?

I'm different.

I never went undercover.

A cop has a line he will not cross.

You ask yourself how a black guy gets to be a top hammer in an Irish mob, the

answer is Marcus crossed the line.

If he hadn't, those guys never would have trusted him. I think they trusted

because he was resourceful.

He grew up on the streets, and living with a mob for two years proves he can

a chameleon.

We need that kind of talent here.

It's your call.

Colleen Brenneman?

I guess you know her parents died a little bit after you graduated.

Her husband, Drew, handled all of her finances under a recorded power of

attorney. When she married Drew, she was worth $30 million. When she died, she

was worth $2 million.

Millions in debt on the horizon.

Drew sold it all off.

Frank Greg Hayes' law firm handled all the transactions for him. Why would Greg

let Drew blow all that money? Ever since we were in college, Drew would make a

mess and Greg would clean it up.

Maybe Greg helped make the mess.

I can't believe you're working on your bike without me.

What are you doing up?

What are you doing up?

Couldn't sleep.

I know, neither.

Do you remember when I was 11 and I tuned up your Harley all by myself and

you were totally bragging?

You're not so proud now, huh?

Improved. The community service monitor says you're indispensable at the center.

Change is hard, Franny, and you're doing it.

I'm very proud of you.

Thanks.

Well, since I'm doing so good, can I have a party for my

birthday? I mean, you only turn 18 once. I don't want anything big, just a

couple friends.

Are you on probation?

Maybe next year.

Okay.

I guess there's other ways to celebrate.

I can never seem to get enough to eat and my back is killing me, but I feel

better knowing that our friend Jack is a lot more miserable.

If he hasn't found a doctor. Not in Atlanta.

At least not with Jif.

18 gunshot wounds. So far, none check out. But I did analyze his blood. I want

you to look at the comparison between blood found in that alley and blood

later in the stolen car.

His teeth are sore.

The wound's infected.

Don't you just love it?

Yeah, yeah.

Surprise.

Can I come in or are you busy?

What?

It's okay, I'm legal. I turned 18 at midnight.

What are you doing here?

Where's Bailey?

Nobody asked.

Hey, are you okay?

Well, this is the twice I've wound up with Bailey's daughter in the middle of

the night on a weird shirt from a band. And this time she's not wearing a whole

lot.

Hi, friend.

Right.

I am 18, for God's sake. Even the government says I can vote and have sex.

What is the big deal?

Not exactly a virgin.

You're breaking a curfew, that's the big deal.

Yes, and I'm going to have to tell your father that you broke the curfew, but

I'm going to let you tell him why, Frances.

Am I supposed to thank you for giving him another reason to lock me up?

Your father's trying to protect you, not punish you.

Whatever.

Flash my badge to get in. But Chicago PD and I have severed our relationship two

days ago.

You might want to be a little bit more careful.

You happen to notice the elevator was a little slow bringing you down.

You take me out that fast.

You should have just called, Marcus.

I would have given you a pass.

Just saying goodbye.

See, I got a new job with traveling excitement.

You joined the Navy.

Nah, private security.

Royal Jordanian Petroleum.

See, I sit in the hatch with this Huey with a machine gun in my lap, and we fly

up and down the pipelines.

You sure Jordan is far enough away? Why not Jupiter?

Well, I'm not going near the high. The money's good.

Let's cut it out.

You only came here to see if I still wanted you.

Pretty much.

The job's still open?

I filled out an application for you.

There's still the usual background checks.

I want you for the tea markets.

I'm not much of a team player, man.

You'll learn.

You know, sometimes I feel like kicking down a door and explaining later.

But as long as I sit behind that desk, I can't.

Help me pump a little hot blood into this place.

You're not worried that I'm walking over the target on my back?

Hell no.

You'll fit right in.

Say hello to Marcus, babe.

I've asked Marcus to join the BCTF and he's agreed.

Join the club.

Oh, excuse me.

It's a baby.

Margarita's had that same effect on me.

Don't mention Margarita. I'd kill for one.

I've said some pretty rough things.

Hope you and I can put that all behind us. So do I.

I'm glad this worked out.

We'll get to know each other.

You can count on it, Marcus.

He's got a bad attitude.

He's a good cop.

Come on.

I made a recreation of Jack's escape based on his blood trail.

Forensics measured every drop.

He lost 3 .61 pints. The body only carries 12 quarts. The bullet must have

vein. Maybe the external iliac or the femoral.

Survivability drops every hour that the bullet stays in.

Jack was hit 76 hours ago. Is he still on his feet?

Well, if the bullet is still in his leg, the pain alone should have immobilized

him soon, if not already.

First, we want to beat the pain, so let's widen the search.

Drugstores, drug wholesalers. How about rehabs? Good.

I've got, um, scheduled two narcotics.

And street dealers.

Cover anyone who can get them dope and any place you can get a fix.

Put the word out, we'll be generous.

I'm on it.

How long has he got with this?

Without a trauma surgeon, I'd say Jack's a dead man inside of two days.

commissary. Is that all you're having for lunch?

I put milk in it.

I usually settle for the powdered stuff.

How did it go last night after I left?

My friend, she seemed really down on herself, so I let her go with a warning.

What are you guys doing this time?

I'm going to take her to Rico's for dinner.

Will you do me a favor?

Will you do a portrait of her for her birthday?

Sure. Hey, I just got off the home detective.

A man who took a second look for Jack at all the hospitals. He's disappeared

into thin air.

Okay, so let's kick the search radius out another mile and put 50 more men on

the street. I don't think Jack and Jill would have worked out a contingency

plan.

He's a wild card, even for him.

He was improvising when I found him. Let's hope she's long gone.

He's a lot more vulnerable hurt than alone.

Hello. Sorry. Just, uh...

I know that vacant look.

Yeah, it's called a thousand yards of terror. It's like, uh... It's like

back through time at all that you've seen.

Good and bad, you know?

Been there.

What do you think?

I see the... The wallpaper on the ceiling of my old bedroom on Randall

I'd lie there and listen to my mom and dad screaming at each other.

Almost all night.

But my sister, she always slept right through it.

What were they arguing about?

Nothing, really.

Actually, one morning I woke up.

And there was a hole in the plaster this big.

And I asked my mom what happened.

And she said, oh, your dad, he was...

angry and he hit the wall, it was nothing.

How can putting your fist through a freaking wall be nothing?

And it was like that when I shot him.

Like his fist in the wall.

It's nothing.

Like it didn't mean anything?

No, like...

Like I didn't feel it.

You know, I was just numb.

And after a while, I wondered why.

When you shoot your father, you should feel something, right?

Well, maybe you did.

Maybe you're just afraid you couldn't handle it, so you bottled it up, you

Maybe you're right.

About the other night, I was really stupid and I was mean.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. It's fine.

Maybe we could do this again sometime, huh?

Yeah.

Let's kick the search radius out again.

Keep on it. Bailey, can we go off the clock? Because I want to show you what I

came up with on Colleen Brenneman's money.

Okay, 30 minutes.

What do you got, Jody? Well, I followed Sam's hunch, and Greg Hay did clean up

Drew's mess.

Losing $28 million makes a big mess.

About six months ago, he put the money into five offshore fronts, and now it's

disappeared. So Colleen's murder wasn't a crime of passion.

It was greed.

I'm kidding. $28 million is a boatload of motive. Any proof she'd found out?

Subpoenas, warrants, inquiries?

Nothing. I don't think Colleen knew. Monica Sykes told me that Drew and

were reconciling. You said Drew was trying to make you think he was guilty,

covering for someone.

That someone had to be Greg.

Well, Drew was guilty, just not of murder.

He didn't have the cunning.

He just stole her money.

Greg killed her. Was Greg trying to frame you by making it look like Drew

fuse? Why?

Well, maybe it went something like this.

Greg found out that Drew and Colleen were getting back together.

He was afraid that he would be cut out.

The way these accounts were set up, they could have done it. Greg would have

gone from 28 million to zero.

So he frames Drew and plays on his weaknesses.

He convinced Drew that he'll never be charged.

And then Drew got cold feet and Roy Carlson, like, saw something or knew

something. And Greg's house of cards came tumbling down. He had to keep

just to prop it up.

Well, if that's not exactly what happened, it's damn close. I think it's

brought the Wake Forest police up to speed.

Hey, we still need the smoking gun.

We need to find the money. I'm on it.

You know, I'll call Detective Ramdack. Suggest he get a search warrant for Greg

Hayes' computer and bank records.

It's a shotgun.

Close quarters.

Victim's a cop.

Detective Mike Ramdack.

It looked like it had to be an ambush.

What is that?

Looks like one of Greg's files.

Ramdack must have confiscated them.

Greg killed them and took them back?

He's here.

Greg, where were you when this happened?

Um, when was that?

Around 5 .30 this evening.

Um, I was at the courthouse filing some papers.

Really?

You can ask the people who saw me there.

You think I could have done something like this?

You're my friends.

What has this job done to you that you could even think that?

It's funny.

Shut up.

Who do you think?

Were you stuck?

Nope. I've been wishing for the same exact thing since I was eight.

What could an eight -year -old possibly want that she still wants ten years

later? Well, if I talked to you, then it wouldn't come true.

Do you really want to know what I wish for?

I wish...

That we would always tell the truth to each other.

You wished for that when you were eight?

Yep.

That's when you took that long trip.

Your mom said it was FBI work, but... I saw your new address on an old phone

bill.

That... was a...

I just wish you would have tried.

I had to live that lie, too.

Even invent some of my own.

One thing I wanted you and your sister to get from me was respect for the

Not you. Word is everything.

I thought I was protecting you, but I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Because now you are honest with me.

If I screw up, you tell me.

That works both ways.

As long as we're honest with each other.

Grab a spoon and save me.

Or else I won't stop eating until I eat the whole thing. And that is not a

pretty picture.

I ran those additional tests you wanted on Roy Carlson. He was terminal.

How advanced was he?

Well, he was in the early stages. He probably just found out. I found it in

spinal fluid.

A myotropic lateral sclerosis.

How long did it last?

Too long.

It's a slow, progressive neuromuscular disease.

I could understand why he was living life to the hilt.

Regardless, it never would have shown up in a routine autopsy, no matter how

sophisticated.

Thanks, Grace.

You going someplace?

Yes. I don't have files anymore, so might as well close shop.

It's been a tough couple weeks, Greg, but you know, I think that everything's

going to work out.

What do you mean?

Well, you live long enough, you think you have everything figured out, and

you realize that you don't even know yourself.

Not really.

Sam, I'm kind of busy here.

You killed Colleen to keep her from blowing the whistle about you stealing

money. You killed Drew because you thought he was a liability and you were

afraid you were going to lose the money. Sam, that's enough.

And you killed Detective Ramdack because you were afraid that he was going to

find out where the money is.

Okay, Sam, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. And you killed Roy because...

Once you found out he was terminally ill, you realized that he had nothing to

lose by telling the truth.

This whole thing has been about Creed, and you know what?

I can't prove any of it.

No one can.

It took me a while to piece together what Roy told me, but I finally did.

I found the money.

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

Don't worry.

Nobody else is going to find out. Even I can't prove that you're the one who put

it there.

Are you finished?

Not yet.

This is just us talking, all right?

There's no FBI, no legal system.

Forget that we're talking about our friends.

Let's just talk about the money.

Now, I can put an FBI freeze on it that will tie it up for the next 400 years.

So all that work you did, all those risks you took, Greg, they all go to

Or...

You can split it with me.

I told you we learn something about ourselves every day.

You don't have to answer me now. Just don't make me wait too long, all right?

I have an answer for you right now.

She doesn't belong in an ambulance.

Okay, be still, Greg, all right? We're gonna get you some help.

We

just

got another possible hit on Jack.

Nursing home in Atlanta reported some stolen morphine.

They found some blood on the drug locker, and it typed.

It's all negative.

Let's check.

Let's get on it.

Marcus, south perimeter.

John North. Let's move.

I am the administrator of this facility.

You will upset my residents if you do this. FBI, ma 'am. We're in hot pursuit.

Do you have any empty rooms?

Four, I have. If he carries a room, we're going to see the streets.

Sweep north and south. Ma 'am, did any of your residents die last night or

today? Yes, Mr.

Baumgartner. Baumgartner, where is his room, ma 'am?

We just cleaned it. How do you know?

In his sleep.

You were here all night.

Still here. Heads up, Jack is in the building.

The dead man.

Where's his body?

The funeral hearse is scheduled for late pickup.

They might be here.

That's how I was giving you.

John, look for a hearse. Jack may be hiding inside.

An old dumb waiter in the dispensary large enough for a man.

Copy. Listen up.

Fan out and look for any kind of egress. High or low, Jack may be in the wall.

horse. I repeat, negative on the horse.

I'm sure he'd be in there.

You might want to call this guy Houdini instead of Jack.

This guy's gone, baby.

Copy that.

Converge on the dispensary.

Where'd it go?

You're not gonna like it, man.

It's an old service system at least down to where the kitchen used to be, and

there's at least a dozen ways out of there.

It's gone.

You have a second?

Come in.

Um, I had this idea, and I just, I wanted to run it by you.

I was working at home last night, and I started thinking about when I was a

little girl, and I used to do these puzzles with my mother, right? These

crossword puzzles, brain teasers, doodles, everything. I just, I loved

puzzles, and it came to me that I

am Jack's puzzle.

I keep reliving Jack's murders, the way he sees them.

And I realize that each one is a part of a puzzle that he has been trying to

solve. I kept going back to what Melinda Gillespie said to me, that I had to

look inside myself in order to understand Jack, so I did.

And I realized that he doesn't feel his life.

He only feels the pain that he inflicts on his victims. But Bailey, I don't feel

my life either.

I feel the victims' lives more than I feel my own.

I don't know. I think that he knows this.

I think that he thinks that we're the same.

Kindred spirits.

Yeah.

And so how do you solve a puzzle?

I mean, you try one piece, you try another piece, you kill Tom, you kill

you kill my friends.

I am Jack's puzzle.

You're the one puzzle he can't solve.

Sir? Sorry.

Please come in.

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