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Get going.

Please...

Do your damn job.

You can't think Milli Vanilli is cool.

I will disown you.

You are unbelievable.

Okay, I may puke, but I have to ask.

Which one do you intend to marry, Rob or Fab?

Janet, get that.

Hang on.

I'm like the servant around here.

Yeah?

Triboro Cable.

What do you want?

Your cable's out.

Is it?

I don't think so.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Wait a sec.

Maybe my dad called you.

You better... come in.

TV's in here.

Dad! Cable guy's here!

Can I help you?

There's a problem with your cable?

I was just watching the game upstairs.

I think you got the wrong house, buddy.

Oh.

Is... that your work order?

Who called it in?

Police! Don't move!

Oh, God Almighty...

Face the wall.

Face the wall!

Johnny, check the other rooms.

They're all dead.

Got you.

Got you, you bastard.

D-O-G-G-E-T-T. Two Gs and two Ts.

I was the arresting officer.

You're making a huge mistake.

I don't care what it shows!

I appreciate that, but I don't care what it shows.

It's wrong.

I was there. We got the right guy.

An X File?

I'm telling you, you let this guy go

more people are going to die.

Was that the DA on the case?

Assistant DA. Some jag-off who was

probably in ninth grade when this happened.

What is it exactly you want him to do?

Keep the bastard locked up where he belongs.

Did you read that?

My partner and I busted this guy Fassl

when I was a beat cop 13 years ago.

He killed seven people.

Now they want to let him go so he can kill again.

It says here the DNA evidence proves he's innocent.

It's wrong.

It's some lab mistake, simple as that.

My partner Duke and I, we catch this 9-1-1.

Neighbor's hearing screaming coming from this house

on Flatbush Avenue.

We get there.

Teenage girl, mother, father... all dead.

There's blood...

I can still remember the sound of the blood

squishing under my shoes.

This guy Fassl's just standing there.

So you didn't actually catch him in the act.

Ten seconds earlier through the door, and we would have.

Tell me you got good news.

I have combed through every detail of this ME's report.

I have read and reread it.

And I am sorry, Agent Doggett

but the DNA fingerprinting does indeed exonerate this man.

You're telling me there's no way?

There's not even a million-to-one chance

that these DNA tests are wrong?

Actually, a hundred million.

I need the reports run again.

I need you to do it yourself.

Agent Doggett, you don't...

It'd take at least 48 hours.

That's too long.

Where you going?

New York.

I can't just sit here and wait for this guy to kill again.

John...

Look, I get it.

Enough people tell you you're drunk

it's time to lie down.

But I know what I know.

I could really use your help.

It's time to go.

Congratulations, Bob.

Best of luck to you.

How does it feel to be a free man?

Are you going to sue the police?

What do you think you'll do next?

I think it goes without saying

that my client is happy once more to be a free man.

I myself am overjoyed.

I think today is a day to celebrate.

But tomorrow, we will be looking

very closely at the reasons why Bob was falsely accused

and incarcerated.

13 years of his life were stolen from him.

We'll be looking at the Brooklyn DA's office

and the New York City Police Department.

Bob, let's get you out of here.

- Thank you. Thank you. - How do you feel?

Did you ever feel like giving up?

Wait a minute. On top of springing loose a murderer

you're telling me

the City of New York is going to pay him off?

Hell, yes, and count ourselves lucky.

We didn't spring a murderer.

We sprang an innocent man.

Or maybe you didn't glean that from our previous conversation.

Mr. Kaylor, on the off-chance that that's not true

what would be the harm in letting us look

through your documents pertaining to this case?

I mean, who knows, maybe we can save

the city some settlement money.

Or maybe it gets me in an even bigger jackpot

when Jana Fain starts crying police vendetta.

Yelling at the papers about the disgruntled former cop

who's out to get her client.

Somebody committed these murders, right?

And now that you've sprung Mr. Bob Fassl

the victims' families are going to start asking who.

How you going to answer them?

There's a lot of material here.

Where should we start?

Right there.

The original arrest report.

"Arresting officer: John Doggett."

It must've been a career-maker.

Well, it didn't hurt when I put in for detective.

The murders had been front-page news for weeks.

The sense of relief everybody felt

when we caught Fassl, it was...

You know, John...

whatever we find here, sometimes...

sometimes even good cops make mistakes.

Yeah.

And I've made more than I can count

but this wasn't one of them.

Whatever you think...

I'm not here trying to cover my ass.

That's not what I think.

It's not. I just...

I just worry that maybe this is about you feeling guilty.

I feel guilty.

Like what, subconsciously?

Like I was told I sent an innocent man to prison

only I refuse to accept it?

A cop I know, a man I respect deeply

he told me one time

you don't clock out at the end of your shift

unless you know you did everything you could.

That's what this is about...

me not clocking out.

Bob, I just want you to make yourself at home

while you're here.

Just relax.

Oh!

Mrs. Dowdy, this is Bob Fassl.

He'll be staying with us for a while.

Oh, I have your room all made up.

I hope you'll be quite comfortable.

Thank you very much

Mrs. Dowdy.

You're rich.

Well, my parents were.

I inherited this when they died.

I've been very fortunate.

That's why I try and use my family's resources

to help where I can.

You do good things.

You're a good person.

Well, I guess it takes one to know one.

I know some businesspeople

who are sympathetic to your situation

and when you're ready

we'll set up some job interviews.

I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.

I'm so sorry for everything you've been through.

And I'm so happy for you now.

Hey, buddy

did you steal that car?

If it ain't the FBI!

Duke Tomasick.

Looking good.

Well, hell, yeah.

I was always the pretty one.

Not that I'd steal you away

from even one minute of retirement

but I got to get another viewpoint on this case

from someone who was there that night.

And, Duke, I'm racking my brain on this thing

and I'm coming at it from every possible angle.

Was there something we missed?

Well, yeah, we arrested the wrong man.

I'm sorry, John.

I've been torn up about this

since I read it in the paper,

but unless there's something that you know that I don't,

I mean, it looks like, uh, we just got to face facts.

Duke, you were there that night!

Fassl was the only one in the house!

He killed those people!

John, wise up.

Will you drop this thing?

What did you always tell me about being a good cop?

You said never to clock out.

Well, I got another lesson for you, huh?

Keep after this thing

it's going to bite you in your ass.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to see how you were settling in

and I should have knocked.

I'd read in your file

that you had once attended the seminary?

That you studied to be a priest?

I think it's wonderful that all you've been through

hasn't diminished your faith.

I pray all the time.

I pray even when it looks like I'm not praying.

I know someone's listening, Bob.

Good night.

No...

No!

Please don't hurt her.

Plea...!

Were you here all night?

There's got to be something here

the prosecution overlooked...

I overlooked... something

I can hang this guy with

DNA or no.

Well, speaking of DNA...

Ah, come on.

The retests of the typing confirm the original results...

that the hair samples do indeed belong

to someone other than Robert Fassl.

So, what do we do?

We just go home?

This is wrong. This is...

Well, John, there is

something else.

It's something that explains why 13 years ago

the science of the day identified the hair as Fassl's.

I spoke to the forensic examiner

who ran the tests

and he found a match in 12 of the 13 key genes.

- What does that mean? - It means

that the mitochondrial DNA in the hair sample

is genetically similar to Fassl's.

In fact, it is remarkably similar.

It is so similar that it must be from a blood relative.

Wait a minute.

Fassl's an only child.

His parents died when he was 13.

He's got nobody.

I know.

You know?

Then you know that what you're saying's impossible.

And yet somehow it's true.

Would you get dressed and come on downstairs, please?

Bob, this morning I noticed something

that I have to talk to you about.

The dresser drawers in my bedroom

have been opened

and somebody had been through my things.

You weren't home last night?

I think you know that I wasn't.

As it happens, I was called down to county lockup

on behalf of another client.

If you're going to stay here

then you have to respect me, my privacy, my possessions.

You're a free man now

and with freedom comes responsibility.

I am late for a deposition.

Uh...

help yourself to breakfast.

Mrs. Dowdy seems to be running late this morning.

Agent Reyes.

I'm Brian Hutchison

the superintendent of the prison.

I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice.

Anything I can do to help.

Great. I'm reviewing evidence pertinent to the Fassl case.

Whatever I can do to ensure

he gets locked back up again, by all means.

Tell me what you need.

Well... thank you.

That's an extremely helpful attitude.

What's your reason for it?

I just don't think the system should have let him go.

Why, exactly?

The court says he's innocent.

Maybe, but there's another murder they don't know about.

Bob Fassl's cellmate

was a biker named Spud Jennings, a real bad-ass

or least he thought he was.

Jennings was murdered?

Oh, yeah.

We found him in a hallway

that Bob Fassl had been mopping.

He was lying ten feet from Bob Fassl's mop bucket.

Fassl nowhere to be found.

Well, Fassl killed him?

The murderer was caught on a security camera

once he turned the corner.

This is a videograph, a pretty clear one.

You can see the blood on his hand.

One problem: this isn't Fassl.

This isn't anybody.

This man

doesn't fit the description of any inmate

currently incarcerated here.

We haven't been able to find him since.

Don't ask me to explain it.

We couldn't charge Fassl with it, either

but I sure as hell know he had something to do with it.

Agent Doggett?

A word, please.

Don't you have something to tell me, Agent Doggett?

What do you mean?

The DNA retests.

I understand you received the results this morning.

Mr. Fassl has been exonerated. Again.

The results aren't that simple.

The DNA is similar to Fassl's

to a degree we haven't quite made sense of yet.

Look...

I just spoke to the DA.

He's authorized a settlement offer

which I intend to deliver to Mr. Fassl's counsel

posthaste.

I'll send the bailiffs down to retrieve the case files.

Have a nice flight back to D.C.

We need more time to get to the truth!

This isn't about the truth.

This is about getting a conviction, Agent Doggett.

And if we can't get a conviction

then the truth doesn't matter.

John...

I may have a break in this case.

A suspect.

A suspect?

Not Fassl?

You really need to see this.

So, who is he?

I'm wondering

more along the line of what is he?

I ran him through the known offender database

facial recognition... came up with nothing.

It's like he has no identity.

Yet somehow

this person materialized inside a maximum security prison

killed an inmate and then vanished into thin air.

Materialized, how, like Casper the Friendly Ghost?

When Duke and I

entered that house back in '89,

we didn't find ZZ Top here.

We found Bob Fassl.

End of story.

Yeah, but what if the two were somehow connected?

Monica, for God's sake, this is not an X File.

Don't try to turn it into one.

In prison, this being, this person

whatever you want to call him...

he acted as if he were protecting Bob Fassl.

Protecting him? How, by getting him locked up

in prison in the first place?

So, either he's doing Fassl's bidding

or Fassl's doing his.

However you slice it, I'm thinking this bearded man

was the one who committed the other seven murders.

I think we can prove it.

DNA evidence in the Sing Sing murder

was gathered and filed by the prison authorities.

All we have to do is compare it to the DNA

from the 1989 murders.

No.

Unfortunately, that's not going to work.

The 1989 evidence has to be thrown out.

What are you talking about?

The hair samples logged to your crime scene, Agent Doggett...

were not there on the day the crimes were committed.

Are you accusing me?

Are you accusing me of planting evidence?

I am simply stating the facts

okay?

The DNA evidence that was used

to convict Bob Fassl was planted.

Mr. Fassl.

I'm Damon Kaylor.

I need to speak with your attorney.

Is she here?

You were at my hearing.

I'm the Assistant District Attorney.

Is Jana home?

She's not here.

Mr. Fassl, I came to make a settlement offer on your case.

It's... there's no reason to be upset.

This is good news for you.

Tell her to call me.

We'll work it out.

I want to go back.

I'm sorry?

Please, send me back to prison.

Uh, listen, Mr. Fassl, I, uh...

I shouldn't even be discussing this with you

without your attorney present.

But it's my fault.

I-I... I can't be hearing this.

It's the truth.

That's not my concern.

I'm sorry, John.

You framed Fassl.

You saw how it was going down.

We arrested him at the scene,

but he-he left no prints, no hair, no fiber.

Nothing to actually tie him to the murders.

How did you do it?

I took a... part of a hair sample

that was found at a... at a previous murder

and put it in with the evidence from our crime scene.

Johnny...

it was the one and only time I ever did anything like that.

I-I was scared Fassl would walk.

I-I couldn't let that happen.

Not when I knew that... I knew he was guilty.

Ah, G-God Almighty.

You know this is going to come out.

I mean, no one's going to hear it from me,

but... but I can't put Agent Scully on the spot.

I can't ask her to lie.

I don't want you to.

Duke, you son of a bitch, this is a felony!

I don't know how I can forgive you for this.

You break my heart.

Excuse me.

Agent Doggett?

ADA Kaylor... I assume you haven't seen him.

No. Why?

Apparently, nobody has.

Mr. Fassl, when was the last time you saw Damon Kaylor?

Two days ago, at his release hearing.

My client had nothing to do with Mr. Kaylor's disappearance.

No direct involvement.

None.

I think we can accept that.

We're also prepared to accept

that Mr. Fassl had no direct involvement

in the seven murders he was previously convicted of.

How magnanimous of you.

It's too bad you're 13 years too late.

Is that it?

No.

Actually, we believe this person

committed the murders.

What do you think?

Do you recognize this man?

You know, we're here as a courtesy,

which is something the police

and the prosecution never showed Bob once.

Are you a Catholic, Bob?

So am I.

I remember times in my life when my rosary

was a great comfort to me.

Comfort in times of tribulation.

And watching you now, I get the feeling

that this is a tribulation for you.

This man.

Is it that he won't leave you alone, Bob?

Is it that you just want him to go away?

Tell us about him.

Tell us, so we can help make him go away.

No more mind games.

We're done.

What the hell was that?

I don't know about you,

but that was me changing my theory.

What, no more ghosts?

Nope.

Just Fassl.

What if a man of profound faith...

a devout Catholic... was incapable of contrition?

As in, he couldn't admit his own sins?

Or even that he had a sinful side to him,

as we all do.

What if he were so frightened by it

that he couldn't even admit it to himself?

Might not someone like that manifest a second personality?

But it wouldn't explain the DNA evidence.

It would if he physically became that other personality.

So, what, we've moved on from Casper the Friendly Ghost

to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?

There is a precedent...

in the Catholic Canon itself.

Transubstantiation:

the manipulation of matter and energy.

You mean, water into wine.

Or the communion wafer into the Body of Christ.

Monica, I've slept through my share of Sunday schools,

but I never heard the story

about the guy becoming another guy.

It's the one explanation that makes sense.

It explains what happened 13 years ago,

and it explains what's happening now.

So what you're saying is

because this man won't face himself,

won't face his own sins,

then he is forced to become someone else.

A killer.

So, how does someone go about catching a killer

who hides inside an innocent man?

Do it.

I don't want to hurt her!

Bob? Are you okay?

Kill her.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

I, uh... I-I fell.

I'll fix you up. You'll be okay.

I'll take the next couple hours.

You should get some shuteye.

John, give yourself a break.

You haven't slept in 48 hours.

I'll sleep once we make sure

this guy Fassl never kills again.

Fassl and his...

Charlie Manson sidekick.

They're one and the same person.

Monica, I don't want to...

Okay, but I just need to hear another theory that makes sense.

That theory doesn't make any sense.

How the hell to you does that make sense?

Meat-and-potatoes police work

is what busted this guy 13 years ago.

And it's what's going to bust him again.

And that's enough.

And the day that's not enough...

then I don't know what to tell you.

'Cause I got nothing else.

Check it out...

the front door.

Jana Fain... check on her.

Oh, my God. He was here.

He was here... the man in your photo.

The bearded man?

Where's Bob Fassl?

Oh, he-he was right there,

and then he wasn't. I don't...

I don't know where.

Agent Reyes!

Call the police.

Agent Reyes!

"Cable access."

Fassl worked for Triboro Cable.

Trail ends here.

Blood.

He could have gone either way.

John!

You okay?

Yeah.

Come on.

I'll take this way.

John!

John!

Monica!

Let him go. You hear me?

Let him go!

Don't waste your breath.

Just shoot the bastard.

Bob Fassl, I'm talking to you.

I know you're in there, Bob.

There's some small part of you in there

that couldn't kill Jana Fain when you had the chance.

I'll kill him!

I believe you, Bob, because you're a murderer.

Shut up!

I'm not him.

You're not just a murderer, you're a sinner.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

My housekeeper,

Mrs. Dowdy... can I see her?

It's better that you don't.

And the district attorney?

There are a lot of bodies in there.

There are many more victims than anyone ever knew.

I saw a bearded man.

I know what I saw.

Ms. Fain, I think we better get you home.

John?

I've been 48 hours without sleep.

I found out my ex-partner's a liar... felon.

Don't ask me to explain how this could be.

So what happened tonight?

All that was just you seeing things?

I can't accept this.

If you can, God love you,

but it's not the way my mind works.

You closed this case.

This time around, that was enough.

What happens next time?

I made this!