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Bitch.

Bartender, seven and seven,
pack of Morleys.

Seven and seven,
pack of Morleys.

We have a winner.

Do I know you?

Do you know me?

Come on, Wayno...

I'm part of the regular game.

You know your problem,
my friend?

It's not the cards.

It's playing the hand
you were dealt.

Plenty of guys get a bad deal.

It's all in what you do with it.

You know what I'm saying,
partner?

You can think.
Cards can't.

They just lie there.

You've got to make
them work for you.

Jack of hearts.

2,598,960 possible

five-card hands.

1,277 flushes in any given suit.

1,098,240 ways

to make two pairs, and yet...

the game can't beat a man.

Man only beats himself,

and so on and so forth.

She comes here every Friday

and loses her paycheck...
cries all weekend.

She's such a nice girl.

I keep hoping

her luck is going to change,
she's going to catch a break.

We going to blow this joint?

Call it a night?

Hey, I know.

You're bluffing me, right?

You're going
to show me Fifth Street.

Walk right out of here...
surprise me

for a change.

Three of hearts...

Two of clubs.

I won! I won!

Oh, my God!
Help me, please!

Help me!

Somebody help me!

There's a woman
who's been murdered.

Somebody help me!
Oh, God, help me!

She's been murdered!

Agent Reyes?

Three plus four is seven.

Seven and six are 13.

What are you doing?

Ten, 13, 14, 16...

I want to ask you to open
your mind to something.

I don't want you to think
I'm crazy, all right?

Why would I think
that you're crazy?

Do you believe
the universe is knowable

as a mathematical
calculation of the whole,

reducible to a single equation?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I don't think
that its complexity

allows for it to be
reduced so simply.

But you accept
that some people do?

I presume you mean the so-called
"Unified Theory."

What physicists often refer to
as the Theory of Everything.

An equation so simple

they say that it
might be printed

on a T-shirt.

It's a Holy Grail
in the world of science.

Potentially,
the most important question

that mankind has ever asked.

But that such a complex
calculation is even possible

is the subject
of enormous controversy.

Is that what you mean?

Um... potentially.

Carla Marie Carpenter,
born 02-01-77.

Killed outside
a nightclub two years ago.

Her murder remains unsolved.

Judy Anne Fuller...

born 03-21-69.

Killed at a mall two years ago.

Unsolved.

Julie Francis Gresham...

born 01-22-80.

Killed in her parked
car last month.

Unsolved.

Agent Reyes,
if there's a connection

that I'm supposed to be seeing,
I'm not seeing it.

And our latest victim,

Amy Sheridan Aufsberger...

born 04-04-77.

Killed two weeks ago
in a casino.

Police have yet to
find her killer.

Agent Reyes, am I to presume

that you've solved these
unsolved murders

by using some kind
of numerical calculation?

Letters of names assigned
values, added to birth dates,

reduced to the lowest
common denominator.

A, J, S, equal one.

B, K, T...

Numerology, Agent Reyes?

You're trying
to solve these cases

by using what is essentially
a child's game.

It's been in use since
the sixth century B.C.

when Pythagoras determined
that the world was built

on the power and
influence of numbers.

And, uh, when exactly

did you stumble upon it?

We did it as kids.

I still do it.

You meet people at a party,

ask them their birth date.

It's kind of an icebreaker.

And as I was reading the story

of this woman,
I calculated she was a 14...

what they call
a karmic number...

an extremely significant
numerological number.

Prompting me to look at all

of these other unsolved cases,

the victims of which

also work out to have
karmic numbers...

ten, 13, 16.

So, in other words, you haven't
actually solved these cases.

Maybe "cracked"
is a better word.

Without any other evidence

to directly connect them...

circumstantial or forensic.

What?

Can you enlarge this?

Can I see the rest
of those photos?

What is it?

There's a pattern
in the bruising.

Yeah...

all four of the victims have it.

Three small circles.

They might be from a ring

that the killer wears.

So you're saying
these cases are connected.

That numerology may actually
be driving the killer

and that I'm definitely
not crazy.

Or that maybe you're both crazy.

Bravo, bravo.
Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Wayno.

Come stai?

Quit following me or you might

find yourself dead real soon.

Oh, come on, Wayno,
that's not your style.

Doesn't fit your pattern.

Far be it from me
to rat you out.

Can't show 'em
what they can't see.

Now, two clowns,
and a man with a crown.

Want to try your luck, sailor?

The king runs,
but he can't hide.

How can you lose?

Kid stuff.

There goes the neighborhood,

but Mr. Money
lives right next door.

You know, there's a secret
to this game, Wayno,

and I'm going to tell you
what the secret is.

Choose better.

You got something to
say to me, you say it.

Son, I just did.

Hello.

Uh, there's a
clipboard over there

with three forms on it.

Fill out the top
one, or all three

if you want to unlock
your most secret numbers

for love, life and true
personal happiness.

I'm not here
for a personal chart.

I'm with the FBI, investigating
a series of deaths

that seem to have
a numerological connection.

I give valuable
insights to the living.

The dead pretty much
already know their future.

These are murders.
I'm looking

for your help
in trying to solve them.

You may overestimate the kind
of work I'm capable of here.

My hope is in doing the victims'
complete numerology,

you'll be able to draw
a picture of the killer.

I don't think you understand.

I run a little business here.

Um, people come to
me if they want

to improve their lives...

how to get rich, how to marry

the man of their dreams.

I mean, look around.

If I could actually provide
that kind of information...

I don't have to
draw you a picture.

You don't believe in it?

At best, it's an art.

I have established an undeniable

numerological connection
between the victims

in all of these cases.

If I found the killer,

I might prevent this
happening again.

Let me see what I
can come up with.

Monica Reyes.

Monica.

You're not going
to believe this.

We found two more cases...

two more victims
to add to this thing,

both with the same marks
on their faces.

Now, I knew you were good,

but this...
this is career-launching.

You better get back here.

Nice work.

Well done. Well done.

Thank you.

By brilliantly tying
these murder cases together,

VICAP is now working hard
to develop a profile

on the man we are
officially calling

the Triple Zero killer.

Through the identification

of a pattern
he leaves on his victims,

we have been able to connect

six unsolved cases
to one murderer.

Including these two new cases.

Agent Scully will act
as a point person

on the case forensics.

That's three recent killings
and three from 1999.

The developing pattern
now appears to be

murders in threes
on a serpentine trail

up across the Eastern Seaboard.

Agent Doggett
will lead the task force

and is ready to roll.

Here's what we don't know:

one, how he chooses his victims;
two, how the killer kills;

and three,
if he'll kill again soon

or disappear as he did
two years ago.

He may have been

incarcerated during those years.

We may be looking
for someone with a record.

That's an excellent observation.

The killer is strong.

He uses his fists as weapons.

Brute force.

He is angry,
and he acts on impulse.

Good. Important.

Agent Reyes,

we're all working off your lead.

Give us the benefit of your
special insight into this case.

Well...
the killer probably has

a Soul Number
of either four or six.

His Birth Path is,

I'm guessing, a nine
or maybe a six.

The Destiny and Realization
numbers are definitely karmic.

I'll know for sure once I've got

the charts from
the numerologist,

but the killer is almost
certainly working

off numerical
vibrational disharmonies.

That's her now.

Monica Reyes.

Agent Reyes?

I've been running numbers here

on the murder victims.

Yes, uh-huh.

And the strangest thing
has come up.

What? What is it?

Oh, there's three forms
in the clipboard.

Fill out the top one,
or all three if you want

to unlock your most secret...

I want her body sent
to Quantico.

I want facts, I want details.

I want Agent Scully
to go over this woman

- with a fine-tooth comb.
- Yes, sir.

And I want you, Agent Reyes,

to tell me who else
knows about this.

Knows about what?

About this case,
about you coming

to this office
to see this woman.

I don't think I told anyone.

Then how did the killer
find his way here?

Chance? Coincidence?

I... I...

We got a guy working
the whole Eastern Seaboard

murdering up and down the coast.

Tell me how it is he winds up
here in this city,

in this building, on this
floor, in this room,

on the same day you came here
to see her, if he didn't know.

That's actually why I
came to see this woman...

to find out who the killer is,

why he does what he does
when he does it.

We have a reputation
to uphold, Agent Reyes.

The FBI doesn't go
to numerologists

for the same reason we don't
consult horoscopes

or palm readers
or crystal balls.

A killer kills for a reason.

He lives in the world of cause
and effect, as we all do.

He gets an impulse
and acts on it.

Always the case,
even if he doesn't know it,

and that's how we catch him.

If he acts on impulses
he can't understand,

isn't it possible we can't
understand them, either?

Can we not accept that
every killer is not

driven by the same impulses

and that there are some impulses

that not every killer kills for?

No.

Why not?

Because it's unacceptable.

But if Agent Reyes didn't
tell anyone she was coming here,

the only person who would
possibly have any idea

is somebody at the FBI.

An inside job?
I don't buy it.

But don't we at least

have to accept that
as a possibility?

No, we don't.

Why?

Because it's highly improbable.

But not impossible.

Six of one, half
dozen of the other.

How would you like us
to proceed, sir?

The bottom line is
I want results.

I don't care how
you go about it.

What I want
is this killer caught.

All right, let's get
the body out of here.

Maybe you were followed.

How? If the killer
didn't even know

I was looking for him?

I don't know...
you explain it, then.

This woman called me just
before she was murdered.

She had something to tell me,

something she found in
the victims' charts.

Their charts?

Their numerology,

a calculation of numbers
that rule their lives

in 13 different categories.

But a calculation based on what?

On names and birth dates.

Because my name
is John Jay Doggett

and I was born April 4, 1960,
I got some kind of magic number?

Six.

Which makes you an active,
adaptive, curious person

who insists on
their independence,

loves a bargain,
and above all else

wants to be successful.

Well, that describes
pretty much anyone.

People are people.

Right, they're not numbers.

Then what was she
calling me for?

I'm going to leave you here
to figure that out.

I'm going back to the Bureau.

Buon giorno, Wayno.

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think I am?

Don't say a word.

Do I ever?

You're just trying
to get me caught.

I'm just playing
a game of dominoes.

As long as you're
sitting here, though.

How are you feeling?

Go to hell.

Are the reservations
in your name?

You're a card.

You really are a card,

but I love you.

Got time for a quick game?

I don't play your games.

Not a truer word's been spoken.

The deceased
is Vicki Louise Burdick.

Upon external examination,

cause of death appears to be
a fatal blow to the maxilla

in which a small,
three-ring pattern lies.

I will begin my internal
examination at 6:06 p.m.

Agent Scully.

I've got something to show you.

What is it?

I figured out
what the triple-zero pattern

on the victim is.

They aren't zeros at all.

It's the number 666,
only worn away.

It must be stamped
on the killer's ring.

666, the mark of the devil.

Of course.

How'd you figure that?

I didn't.

Then how'd you discover it?

Completely by accident.

I discovered something, too...
the victims' charts.

When the numbers were figured,

the numerologist found
they were a match

to her own numbers.

How did the killer find her?

It obviously wasn't an accident.

And how does that help us
find the killer?

It doesn't.

Agent Doggett,

I think we have

a psychological profile
on the murderer.

What is it?

Based on the amalgam
of forensic detail of facts

such as time and place
the murders were committed

and the amount of force used,

we believe the killer is a man
in his mid-20s to late 40s

of average build and looks

who is driven by rage

stemming from a hatred
of his mother

from a very early age.

He was a bedwetter
who was made to feel inferior,

which he took out on the world
by killing small animals.

That's it?

Go to work.

That's the average profile

of almost every
single serial killer

the FBI's ever hunted down.

Is that really all that
surprising?

Is there a problem,
Agent Doggett?

It's the way
Agent Reyes found the cases.

I don't think she should

so easily be dismissed.

You don't believe
in this nonsense?

Look at this:

The path of the killer
forms a number six.

Your point?

I don't know.
I just noticed it.

Have you noticed all babies
look like Winston Churchill?

Same difference, Agent Doggett.

What if this is the
killer's pattern?

What if the number six

has some kind of significance
to the murders?

It may...

to you and Agent Reyes,
but not to victim number seven.

If we could analyze
these numbers,

I know we could figure this out.

Well, despite what we know
about the victims' numerology

about the ring
that we think that he wears,

we really know next to nothing

about where to start
looking for this man.

The answer's going
to come to me.

You going down?

Thank you.

Get out of the elevator!

Move!

Just be cool. Be cool.

All right?

Everything's going to be fine.

Be cool.

It's him.

He's going down.

Stairs.

I'm not getting reception.

Great.

"No service."

We have to get an APB out
on that car.

Did you happen to see a plate?

No.

We got all the numbers
on this case

except for the ones we need.

Maybe there's another way out.

Well, it's only midnight.

There's got to be somebody
coming in or out soon.

How do we know who
was driving that car?

That it was even him?

That the killer's
not still here?

We're federal agents
and we're armed.

If you are here
and you make any sudden moves,

we will be forced
to consider you a threat.

Stay where you are!

Right there!

Hands where we can see them!

Get out of the car slowly.

Did I do something wrong?

Step around the back of the car.

I want you to show us
some identification.

I don't have a wallet.

Do you have some form
of I.D.?

I don't think so.

Sir, what are you doing here?

Waiting for a friend.

At midnight in a parking garage?

We have this regular
game we play.

What kind of game?

Checkers.

The checkers are

in the trunk
if either of you play.

Sir, does it look like
we're here to play checkers?

No.

What are you here for?

Get your hands
back up in the air.

Step forward.

Put your hands on the trunk.

He's clean.

All right.

Let's pop the trunk.

What's all this?

Music.

You must really like music.

Oh, I love it.
The classics, of course.

Mozart, Bach, the earlier jazz,

Louis Armstrong,

Sinatra, doo-wop, Elvis,

- marching bands...
- Sir, enough.

Don't get me wrong.

I love all music,

but I prefer
the stuff that lasts.

You like them?

Keep 'em.

Thanks to the wondrous world
of digital technology,

I can always make more.

What time is your friend coming?

Soon.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I have some nice dance music.

We happen to be here, sir,

because there is a serial killer
on the loose.

How many did he kill?

Seven women now.

How are you going to catch him?

We're not, stuck down here.

You sure there's nothing
I can do?

Do you have the combination
to the door?

No.

Do you have
a cell phone that works?

I wish I did.

There's always checkers.

Next victim?

How did we get ourselves
into this?

Agent Reyes?

Your hair color.

I don't believe it.

What?

What if we're his next victims?

You?

The seventh victim was a blonde.

But neither of you are blondes.

He kills in threes.

Blonde, redhead, brunette.

The next victims will be
a redhead and a brunette.

Amazing...

from a game of checkers.

Who are you?

Obviously someone you are
very lucky to have run into.

No. No. You're part of this.

How do you figure that?

No, it's all in the numbers.

It makes perfect sense.

The numbers led us
to the killer,

the killer led us to the garage,

and now all we've done
is recognize

the killer's real
serial pattern.

So you're saying

I didn't have anything
to do with it.

Hey, keep your hands up.

Why?

I don't know.

What's this about numbers?

Will you just...?

I'm very good with numbers.

The killer is driven
by an impulse

we believe is numerological.

Of course. He's a serial killer.

No, that's not what she means.

She thinks that his acts
are determined

by a calculation of numbers.

So the killer's not in control
of his actions;

the numbers are?

Yes.

Well, are the numbers
helping you catch him

or are they helping him
not get caught?

That's a good question.

So, it's a kind of a game.

No, it's not.

No, maybe it is.

Maybe that's what
this is about...

who wins the game.

I think she's onto something.

Agent Reyes...

you can't reduce
a complex factor

as physical and psychological
into a game.

You're a scientist,
Agent Scully.

Your world is ruled by numbers:

atoms, molecules, periodicity.

Wow!

And wouldn't it follow

that everything made
from those things

is ruled by numbers, too?

Genes, chromosomes,
us, the universe.

Go, girl.

Agent Reyes,
that is utter nonsense, okay?

It would mean that all we are,
are checkers on a checkerboard

being moved around
by some forces

completely outside
and unbeknownst to us.

What did Einstein say?

Einstein...
now, there's a winner.

"God does not play dice
with the universe."

Nor does he play checkers.

Look, Agent Reyes,
you can't reduce all of life,

all creation,
every piece of art,

architecture, music, literature,

into a game of win or lose.

Why not?

Maybe the winners are those
who play the game better;

those who see the patterns
and the connections

like we're doing right now.

Free will.

Maybe we're not
the next victims.

Maybe we're here because
we saw the numbers

and read the patterns

and we're here to
catch the killer.

But the killer
is outside, killing,

and we are stuck
in a parking garage.

What if he's not?

What if we didn't
look hard enough?

What if the killer's
still down here?

What are you looking at?

Same thing you are.

So, what now?

You go left, I'll go right.

You, you stay
right where you are.

Oh, there's no
getting rid of me.

He's going fast.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Can you hear me?

Why'd you do it...
kill those women?

How did you ever find us?

I saw something in his pattern.

It made me realize there's going
to be nine victims.

And that maybe you two were
going to be eight and nine.

Where'd he go?

Hello?

All right, I need to know.

What?

What my numerology is,
or what my number...

whatever you call it.
What am I?

You're a nine.

Which means what?

Nine is completion.

You've evolved through
the experiences

of all the other numbers
to a spiritual realization

that this life is only
part of a larger whole.

Dana, are you there?

There's something else
that's bugging me.

What's that?

Who was that man?

God knows.

I made this!