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(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(footsteps thudding)

- Okay.

- Sebastian?

- In here.

(Mary laughs)

- It's bad enough they make me wear a tie all day long,

now they want me to wear one to-

- To a dinner in your honor.

- I don't even understand why they're giving me this award.

- Because you're brilliant.

- Hmm, I'm just a profiler.

- Well, luckily your bosses think differently.

Now let me fix this for you.

(siren wailing)

There, you're gorgeous.

- So are you.

- Sebastian.

- [Sebastian] Hm, I thought this was my night.

- Yes, but we have to be there in half an hour.

- Well, good, good, we have time.

(doorbell rings)

- Oh, Mitch and Marcy.

- The one time they're not late.

- Don't worry, we'll make up for it tonight.

(doorbell ringing)

Coming!

(footsteps thudding)

(keys rattle)

(Mary whimpers)

(door bangs)

(footsteps thudding)

- Mary?

(dramatic music)

Tucker!

(suspenseful music)

- From the looks of it,

I'd say you were not expecting me.

I figured right that they wouldn't have warned you in time,

but I had escaped.

- Sebastian.

- It's all right, baby.

What do you want?

- What do I want? (chuckles)

For eight years I have thought only of you.

You are the guy who sent me to jail.

- You killed three girls.

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, yeah, go for it.

I, I, I'd like to see you try.

Go on, Brody, give it a try.

Let's have ourselves a merry little showdown.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay.

(Mary whimpers)

Let her go, she's got nothing to do with this.

- Really?

Well, I think she does.

(Sebastian gasps)

- No!

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

No!

(Sebastian grunting)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(Tucker laughing)

(Sebastian gasping)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

Mary, Mary.

(suspenseful music)

Mary.

Oh no, Mary.

(Sebastian crying)

Oh my God!

(suspenseful music)

Oh God, no!

Oh, Mary.

Oh no!

(suspenseful music)

- The agency hasn't been the same without you.

You sure you don't wanna reconsider?

Douglas has even approved a pay hike.

You'd be making more than me.

- It's not about the money, Mitch.

- You are the best profiler I've ever worked with.

- Look, I didn't just take a leave of absence.

It's only been a year since Mary-

- Mary would've wanted you to start a new life.

- A new life?

Do you know how many times I wished I was a doctor

or a fireman, circus trainer?

Anything but a profiler

because then Mary would still be alive.

- It wasn't your fault!

- Yes, it was.

I should have grabbed the damn gun when I had a chance.

- And maybe you'd be dead too.

♪ What I wasn't before, oh ♪

♪ What I wasn't before ♪

What are you gonna do now?

- I've always wanted to write,

so I'm gonna write a novel in Sicily.

- So you mean the story would take place in Italy?

- No, I'm gonna go there.

That place, it's always been special to me.

It's, it's where my mom's from.

It's where I'm met Mary.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- Yeah, flight leaves tomorrow.

- Wow.

♪ Through the ocean, dreams of people ♪

♪ Fly through the moon ♪

I don't know what to say,

except maybe now I know

where I'll be taking my next vacation.

(glasses clink)

- Thanks.

♪ And I feel this world ♪

♪ Like a better place we knew ♪

♪ I see you walking right in my hands ♪

♪ Listen, honey, to what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ Spread my wings in the sky ♪

♪ Dreamed of the ocean, trees, and people ♪

♪ But I didn't move off the sand ♪

♪ Keep your feeling, that you have to do ♪

♪ Strength is nothing but you ♪

(door thuds)

(church bells ringing)

(bird screeching)

(phone beeping)

(church bells ringing)

(bird chirping)

- Don't worry, I'll find the right key sooner or later.

So English?

- Americano.

- Americano, ah, nice.

I love America.

Where from?

- Virginia.

- Virginia, really?

It's beautiful, I love Virginia.

- Oh, have you been there, signor de Chirico?

- No, never been to America.

Oh, here we go.

(lock rattling)

Come on, I'll show you the property.

(gate creaking)

Feast your eyes.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps thudding)

Pretty nice, huh?

- Yeah.

- This way.

(birds chirping)

(door rattles)

Come in, come in, huh?

So the furniture is full of woodworms.

Fixtures are falling to pieces,

and the walls need a good painting,

but for the rest, it's perfect.

There's the kitchen, show you, come in.

(tranquil music)

(footsteps thudding)

Voila, the kitchen, the most important room of the house.

It's very big, huh?

Do you like it?

- Yeah.

(water burbling)

Does water eventually come out?

- Yes, it takes time, but, well, I'll fix it.

(water splashing)

Huh, see, what did I tell you?

Well, I'll fix that too.

- It's broken? - Sometimes.

But don't worry, I'm the king of do-it-yourself.

See that door?

Behind it, there's the emergency generator.

Just in case, you know,

sometimes electricity comes and goes.

- No kidding?

- You don't want to rent it, do you?

- Well, actually, I'll take it.

- Really? - Yeah.

- I love you Americans.

Okay, come on.

(upbeat music)

(chair thuds)

(upbeat music)

(sheet rustling)

(hand thumping)

(upbeat music)

(hand thumps)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

- The unknown universe

is dark and...

Nah.

It was a galaxy of ice

and stone.

Please.

(thunder roaring)

Wow, great.

(items clattering)

(thunder roaring)

(door creaking)

(thunder roaring)

(thunder roaring)

Ah! Oh!

(furniture clattering)

(Sebastian groans)

Ow, damn it.

(thunder roaring)

(Sebastian groaning)

(Sebastian panting)

(generator clattering)

Okay.

(generator whirring)

Oh, shit.

(generator rumbling)

(board clatters)

What the hell is that?

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(lock thumps)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(thunder roaring)

- Signor Brody?

- [Sebastian] Yes.

- I'm Inspector Leone,

and this is Superintendent Anzalone.

- [Sebastian] Nice to meet you.

- Hi. Where's the box?

- Yes, it's around back, follow me.

- Okay.

(dog howls)

(footsteps thudding)

- [Sebastian] It's just right in there.

- If you don't mind, we'll handle it.

- Right.

(footsteps thudding)

- Um, in the meantime, uh, can we have a talk?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

Have you been living here long, signor Brody?

- Call me Sebastian.

- Sebastian.

- A few weeks.

- Mm, and your profession?

- I'm, uh, trying to write a book, science fiction.

(animal howling)

You know who that box belongs to, don't you?

- Yeah, 25 years ago,

a man the media called the Hairdresser killed six women

in roughly three months.

- Hairdresser?

- Yeah, he scalped his victims.

- Reporters around here have a twisted sense of humor.

- His victims all had black hair.

He would torture them for exactly five days,

rape them over and over again,

and before killing them, he would scalp them.

- So those were his trophies that I found.

- Looks that way.

- Well, why would someone abandon them?

Uh, doesn't make sense.

- Maybe he was only hiding them.

(footsteps thudding)

(officer speaking Italian)

(Leone speaking Italian)

- All right, then, guess that's it.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

- Do you need a lift into town?

We have a couple of hotels there, simple but comfortable.

- No, thank you.

- You are not going to stay here, I hope.

- Well, unless you're gonna seal the entire house.

- No, I don't think it'll be necessary, no.

Good night, Sebastian, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- [Bruno] Good night. - Good night.

(footsteps thudding)

- The only prints on that box are Brody's,

but the squamulose lichen-

- The what?

- The squamulose lichen,

a kind of fungus that developed especially over the latch.

- Oh, okay.

- Led us to believe that it hadn't been open for 25 years.

- Since the Hairdresser stopped killing.

- Exactly. - What else you got?

- The box itself is fairly common.

Back then, they were sold in dozens of stores.

- In other words, that's a dead end.

- Hmm, do we know who the owner of the villa was back then?

- Not yet. - Then find the hell out.

25 years ago, I was on the team assigned

to find the Hairdresser, but we never got anywhere.

Son of a bitch, he played us like a fiddle.

This is the first lead we've ever had.

I want every angle covered.

- Yes, sir.

- Isabella.

(Isabella speaking Italian)

- I'd like a word with you- - Sure.

- Alone.

(footsteps thudding)

Are you sure you want to work on this case?

- You want me off it?

- I didn't say that,

but I'm concerned about you.

- No need to be, sir, everything's fine.

- Okay. - Really.

Thank you.

(footsteps thudding)

(newspaper rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- Sicily, serial killer, hairdresser, 1986.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(birds chirping)

- Signor Grizzutti, you bought the villa located

in Contrada Crocita in 1984, correct?

- Yes, shortly after the accident that took my eyesight.

- Were you living there between June and September, 1986?

- Only for a while in June.

After the Hairdresser's second victim,

my wife and I decided to leave.

We were so afraid.

- Everyone in town was.

- Yes, what's with the questions?

What has it got to do with that old house?

- The tool shed, the one out back.

- The one with the emergency generator, what about it?

- Inside it, we found a box containing scalps.

- The ones that- - Yeah.

Yeah.

Can you think of any reason

why the Hairdresser would hide them there of all places?

- No.

- What made you decide to rent out the house

after all this time?

- I haven't been there since my wife passed away

a few years ago, letting it go to ruin.

- Was there a caretaker

or someone who looked after the villa in your absence?

- At first, the custodians and gardeners came

from an agency in Catania,

but it got too expensive, and like I-

- Do you remember the name of the agency?

- Yes.

- We computerized the archive only from 1997.

What years are you interested in?

- 1986.

- '87 as well, just to be on the safe side.

The data we have might not be that accurate.

- Then I'll have to give you the old books.

And you came by car, I hope?

- Uh, yes.

(footsteps thudding)

(clerk speaking Italian)

- Grazie.

(clerk speaking Italian)

(footsteps thudding)

(Isabella coughing)

- 1988, 1968,

1992, they're all mixed up.

We'll be here till Christmas.

- Go.

- I mean, for instance, like recently,

he's begun working, like, much more often

and never gets home before dawn.

- So what are you saying,

that you actually suspect Roberto has another woman?

- Just don't have any proof.

What do you think, hm, Lucia?

Are you in this conversation?

- Yes, yes, uh, excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.

- Huh? - Hm?

- Mm.

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

(door rattles)

(door thumps)

(footsteps thudding)

(patrons chattering indistinctly)

(ominous music)

(Lucia gasps)

- Shh, it's me.

- Christ, Roberto, you scared the crap out of me.

Wh-, what are you doing here?

Your wife is sitting out there with me.

- I know, I know.

- She already suspects you're two-timing her,

and that turns you on, doesn't it?

- Yes it does. - You're crazy.

Meet you at my place.

- [Roberto] Okay. - In an hour.

- [Roberto] Yeah.

(gentle music)

(door thumps)

(footsteps thudding)

(gate rattling)

(footsteps thudding)

(item clattering)

(footsteps thudding)

(wings fluttering)

Roberto, is that you?

(ominous music)

(car beeps)

(Lucia screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Lucia screaming)

(dramatic music)

(paper rustling)

(hand knocking)

- Avanti.

(Isabella speaking Italian)

- What's the matter?

- We just got a call from a guy about his missing daughter.

30, long black hair.

- The Hairdresser's type. - In every way.

- You don't think he-

- I don't know, but I'd like to speak

with the man who called right away.

- Mm, good idea.

It might be nothing, but let's check it out.

- Okay, thank you.

(footsteps thudding)

(door thumps)

- It's only been a few hours,

but I know something is wrong.

- Signor Ferretti, uh, are you sure

that your daughter didn't go somewhere without telling you?

- Never, she was supposed to pick me up this morning

to take me to the doctor's.

We called her, but her cell phone was turned off.

- I called all the hospitals, and I went to her house,

but she wasn't there, and she didn't sleep there either.

- Does Lucia have a boyfriend?

- Not that we know of.

- Would you happen to know where she was last night?

- She said she was going to a pub with the girls.

- Oh, uh, can you tell us their names?

- And also the name of the pub.

- Oh yes, of course.

Lucia used to go to Il Corvo Rosso.

(couple speaking Italian)

- Anything?

- According to the bartender,

she left the pub alone at around 11.

- That confirms what a friend said.

- Yeah.

What kind of car did she drive?

- [Bruno] Exactly like that one.

(footsteps thudding)

It's open.

(suspenseful music)

- The keys.

Bruno?

- [Bruno] Yeah?

- [Isabella] Look here.

(suspenseful music)

- Ketamine.

- It's him.

(suspenseful music)

(Lucia panting)

(suspenseful music)

(Lucia whimpering)

(suspenseful music)

(Lucia weeping)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(Lucia whimpering)

(suspenseful music)

(Lucia crying)

- Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Ah!

(welding machine whirring)

(Lucia screaming)

(door thumps)

(gate creaks)

- Hey, Mr. Brody.

- Domenico, I thought you were gonna send me an electrician.

- Mm, no, I wanna do it myself.

At this point, it's a matter of principle,

and there can only be one winner, me or the house.

- All right, but please-

- Yes, I know, if I see I can't do it-

- Get an electrician.

- I promise.

Don't, don't tell me that's where the Hairdresser-

- Yeah. - Oh my God.

The newspaper didn't say where they were found.

I, I'm sorry, Mr. Brody.

If you wanna change, I can find for you a new place.

- Oh no, there's no need.

But how long has your agency been looking

after the property?

- Uh, three months.

- Anything strange happened in that time?

Anybody expressed a particular interest in the place?

- Besides you?

No.

- Bruno, what do you think of Brody?

- Sebastian, you are the one who called him that.

He seems an okay guy, why?

- Because there is something he said

that has been buzzing in my head since yesterday.

Isn't it strange that he used the word trophies,

exactly like an expert would?

- [Bruno] You said he was a writer, didn't you?

- Of science fiction.

- Maybe before that he wrote something about serial killers.

- Maybe.

(car whirring)

(car honking)

- Buongiorno! - Buongiorno!

- You weren't home, but your car was,

so I figured out you might be around here.

Um, I need to talk to you.

(car rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(door thumps)

Why didn't you tell us that you were an FBI profiler?

- I could see you're checking up on me.

- Oh, ah, nothing but a little harmless internet search.

And you have quite a resume.

- I got lucky. - Hmm.

Well, last night in Randazzo, a girl went missing,

and she's exactly the Hairdresser's type,

so I was wondering-

- Listen, if you're trying to ask for my help, please don't.

I left all that behind in the States.

- Why?

- The internet didn't tell you?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

(gentle music)

- You think you're the only person

who has ever lost a loved one?

What about the families around here

who have had to suffer through that kind of grief?

- You mean like yours?

You're not the only one who knows how to use a computer.

(suspenseful music)

Please.

(suspenseful music)

- I was only 10 when I saw Giulia for the last time.

I waved goodbye from the veranda of our house,

and after a few hours,

she became the Hairdresser's third victim.

I joined the force because of her.

And you, do you remember why you became a profiler?

Help me, Sebastian.

We only have four days to save Lucia before he...

(suspenseful music)

Please.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, but I'll need to know everything from the start.

- Thank you.

- The first and foremost question to ask is

why did the Hairdresser keep the trophies in the shed?

It must have been a place he had access to.

- And one that he considered safe.

Well, we're checking on everyone connected

to the property 25 years ago.

Thank you very much for now.

- No problem.

(birds chirping)

You'll keep me posted, Inspector Leone.

- Sure, you can call me Isabella.

(birds chirping)

- [Isabella] Bye. - Bye.

(car rumbling)

(gentle music)

(birds screeching)

(gentle music)

- [Mitch] Mary would've wanted you to start a new life.

- A new life?

Do you know how many times I wished I was a doctor

or a fireman, circus trainer, anything but a profiler?

Because then Mary would still be alive.

- It wasn't your fault!

- Yes, it was.

I should have grabbed the damn gun when I had a chance.

- [Mitch] You're the best profiler I've ever worked with.

(gentle music)

- [Morelli] This is team 12, Officer Morelli.

Sector eight, nothing to report, over.

- Roger that, team 12.

Proceed to the next sector on the map, over.

- And the fact the Hairdresser used ketamine

to sedate his victims,

was that ever released to the public?

- Back then, some newspapers mentioned it.

- So we can't be sure it's him again.

- No, and that's why Superintendent Anzalone

is following other leads.

- I don't think it's the Hairdresser.

Up until now, he's been perfect.

Never left a shred of evidence

at the sight of his kidnappings.

- Anyone can make a mistake.

- It's not just that.

So much of this doesn't make sense.

Serial killers like the Hairdresser

don't just stop killing for 25 years,

and they don't just abandon their trophies.

- You think the Hairdresser might be dead?

- It's a possibility.

- But not the only one.

He might have been in prison for another crime

and only recently released,

and the news that his trophies had been found

infuriated him, and so-

- Well, if that's true,

the scalps are still extremely important to him,

so why didn't he try to find them

as soon as he got out of prison?

- Maybe he didn't have the time.

I'll check all recent releases of men in their 50s

who lived in this area.

- And who have been blocked up for the past 25 years.

- Yeah.

- That kind of stretch, only comes with a serious crime.

He shouldn't be too difficult to find.

I really can't thank you enough

for the help you're offering us.

Inspector Leone will be at your disposal

for anything you need.

(suspenseful music)

- [Sebastian] Grazie.

(Bruno speaking Italian)

(Commissar speaking Italian)

- I checked Lucia's phone records.

There are over dozen calls in the last two weeks alone

from a Roberto Paolo, who's married to her friend, Anna.

And the Lucia disappeared,

a surveillance camera picked him up entering the pub.

- Get him in here. - Yes, sir.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

Roberto Paolo?

- Yes?

- Police, can we have a word?

- It's about Lucia, isn't it?

Yeah, my wife told me that you questioned her,

and not too nicely.

Look, I know nothing.

I mean, Lucia's Anna's friend.

- Come on, all those calls of yours?

- Mind if we come in?

(Isabella gasps)

- You okay? - Yes, okay, run!

(suspenseful music)

(Roberto speaking Italian)

(crates clattering)

(Roberto speaking Italian)

(passerby screams)

(Roberto groans)

(Bruno speaking Italian)

- It wasn't me.

- Then why did you run?

- My wife is home.

She doesn't know anything about me and Lucia.

Shit, I'm in trouble.

- I'd say so.

- Get up.

And then you didn't see her again?

- [Roberto] No, but she had told me

to wait for her at her house,

that she'd be there in about an hour.

- Your story doesn't make sense, signor Paolo.

You realize that, don't you?

You make plans to cheat on your wife

and then go to the one place in town you know she is at.

Sorry, but that doesn't add up.

- I just wanted to see Lucia.

Her cell was off,

so thought it was exciting, that's all.

- All right, um, when you went to Lucia's house,

did anybody see you?

- [Roberto] No.

- And then what happened?

- I sat in her apartment.

- Until what time?

- Until five in the morning.

- Whew, so you waited for her full six hours?

- She said she was coming.

You won't tell my wife, will you?

She'd murder me.

- It wasn't him.

- But he had a motive.

The other girl said Lucia wanted to confess everything

to the wife.

- Oh, and then Paolo killed her

and made it look like it was the Hairdresser?

I mean, come on, Commissario,

He's only worried about his wife finding out

he was having an affair.

The guy's an idiot, but he's not a murderer.

- So that takes us back to the Hairdresser.

(upbeat music)

- The fact that in numbered all his victims

was never released.

- Numbered from one to six.

He also did this when they were still alive.

- Pretty awful, huh?

- Nothing.

There are seven men who've been released in the past year

after serving 25, and not one has ever lived in Sicily.

Maybe you're right, maybe it wasn't the Hairdresser.

- After further investigation,

I was convinced that even Roberto Paolo is innocent.

- Who are we looking for?

In any case, we have to presume that Lucia is still alive.

- Half the police in Sicily are looking for Lucia.

We're gonna find her.

- I'll get an update. - Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- Can I get a photocopy

of all the Hairdresser's old case files?

- Sure, what do you need them for?

- Well, case is still open, isn't it?

- Yes, I'll give you a hand.

(suspenseful music)

(water pouring)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(car whirring)

(breaks screeching)

(ominous music)

(breaks screeching)

(ominous music)

(uplifting classical music)

(hand knocking)

- Domenico!

(uplifting classical music)

(door rattling)

- Hey, do you need a hand?

- Hey, Mr. Brody, no, thank you, it's fine.

What are you doing here?

- I was just walking by and I saw you in here

with all this stuff.

Is this all for my place?

- Yes, I promised I'd fix your sink,

and that's what I'm going to do.

- Right.

(shopper speaking Italian)

(shopkeeper speaking Italian)

(shopper speaking Italian)

(shopkeeper speaking Italian)

(shopper speaking Italian)

(phone beeping)

(shopper speaking Italian)

- Isabella?

(ominous music)

- This time he held her three days instead of five.

- He raped and tortured her before strangling her,

a horrible way to die.

The poor girl.

- And the scalp?

- He cut it off while she was still alive.

- Like he always did.

- There's more.

(suspenseful music)

- It was the Hairdresser.

- Why eight?

What happened in number seven?

(suspenseful music)

- We haven't found anything remotely comparable

to this kind of brutality.

- Maybe he struck somewhere else.

Italy is a big country.

- You would've heard about it.

Crimes like this don't go unnoticed.

- He might have hidden the body.

- No, that's not his style.

It's important to him that the bodies are found.

- Okay, then why did he skip seven and start with eight?

- I don't know.

Must have some meaning for him.

Anzalone, what did you find out from the Leonardo agency?

- I was wondering when you'd ask.

Between 1986 and 1987, the Leonardi agency sent 10 people

to look after the house, six men, four women.

- Female serial killers are very rare.

- That leaves six men.

Three of them are dead.

One no longer lives in Sicily,

and one was already too old back then.

- All right, that's five men.

What about the sixth?

- Aldo Russo, did four years for rape

back in the early '80s, and guess what?

- The victim had long, black hair.

- You got it.

Russo worked at the villa in the summer of 1986.

- Do we know where he lives now?

- Just outside Randazzo.

- He got married 25 years ago.

- Uh, early October, 1986,

three weeks after the Hairdresser's last murder.

- Could that be the reason he quit?

- I don't know.

- But it's possible, right?

- Yes, it's possible.

- So let's go and have a talk

with Mr. Russo, let's go.

- Aldo left home two weeks ago,

after the death of our son, Andrea.

- Uh, I'm terribly sorry.

- Cancer.

He watched over him night and day until the end.

And then after, he, he changed.

He, he said he wanted to be alone,

and, and I haven't seen him since.

(suspenseful music)

- You don't know where he went?

- No, I'm terribly sorry, no.

And you know, he didn't even take his phone.

(suspenseful music)

Tell me, what exactly is going on?

(suspenseful music)

(spoon clinking)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- Coffee's ready.

(footsteps thudding)

(birds chirping)

(cups clattering)

She was very pretty.

- Yeah, she really was.

I miss her so much,

as I always will.

(Isabella sighs)

(birds chirping)

(Isabella sniffles)

- I'm sorry, what were we saying?

- Aldo Russo. - Right.

Well, his wife said that after they married,

he became quite religious,

and that's the reason why he stopped killing maybe.

But then his son died and he snapped.

And maybe the pressure and the, the stress became unbearable

and the old impulses came back with a vengeance.

- And then when I found his trophies, that did the rest.

- Yeah.

- Did Russo own any property?

Is there any place he might've kept his victims?

- Anzalone checked, but didn't find anything.

- Yeah, well, the Hairdresser's very careful

not to leave any traces.

The six drop sites,

the victims of the Hairdresser are all here.

Lucia's body was found here.

Normally, serial killers,

they try to put as much distance as they can

between their comfort zones and the drop sites,

so let's concentrate our search in this area.

- Wow, that's a lot of ground to cover.

- Well, we gotta start somewhere.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(car whirring)

- Okay then, see you tomorrow.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Bye.

(car whirring)

(door clattering)

(footsteps thudding)

(ominous music)

(footsteps thudding)

(door rattling)

(ominous music)

(doorbell rings)

(suspenseful music)

- [Visitor] Ciao. - [Tenant] Ciao.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(fridge door creaking)

(boards creaking)

(bottle thuds)

(fridge door thumps)

(footsteps thudding)

(dramatic music)

(Gloria screaming)

(vase shatters)

(body thumps)

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

- There is blood here.

(officer speaking Italian)

- When Andrea, Gloria's husband, came back

from his shift at the hospital, she wasn't at home,

and he found that.

He described her as a very cautious person.

She would never open to someone she didn't know.

- Okay, so we start by questioning

her friends and relatives.

- Yeah.

- And have the blood on the shattered glass analyzed

to see if it's hers.

- All right.

The blood we found in the apartment isn't Gloria's.

It's a man's, but not Andrea's.

We have the Hairdresser's DNA, Sebastian.

- Well, I guess that's great.

- What's the matter?

- Doesn't make sense.

25 years ago, the Hairdresser carefully planned

every detail of his crimes.

Now he's made a comeback,

he's dropping clues left and right.

- He just got rusty after a while, so many years.

- Yeah, but the timing's all mixed up as well.

I mean, back then he'd strike again

exactly 10 days after getting rid of the previous victim.

Now it's like three days between Lucia's murder

and Gloria's kidnapping.

- Maybe he wants to make up for lost time.

- I don't know.

Anything on Russo?

- Nothing yet, but his face is being shown

all over television.

Can't hide forever.

Canova's waiting for us. - Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(fork banging)

(can thuds)

(fork clinks)

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustling)

(door clattering)

(suspenseful music)

- I brought you something to eat.

(suspenseful music)

- Let's have a drink.

- Good idea.

(footsteps thudding)

But only one.

(footsteps thudding)

- Sorry, there's no ice.

- [Isabella] What did you say?

- I said, I'm sorry, there's no ice, uh.

The freezer, it broke again,

and I'm gonna have to call Domenico tomorrow.

He, uh, wants to fix everything.

- Yeah.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(phone ringing)

- Sorry, it's mine.

Hello?

- Isabella, we found him.

- Hold on, let me switch on hands free, go ahead.

- The owner of a grocery store down by Tortorici

says that Russo went shopping at his place this afternoon.

Guy says he bought a lot of canned meat.

- Tortorici?

Tortorici, that's where Russo's originally from.

- Yeah.

- Anzalone, can you find out what happened to the house

that Russo was born and raised in?

- Right away, signor Brody.

- Thank you.

- He's probably hiding out at an old family home.

Gloria may be imprisoned there.

- We better go. - We better go.

(footsteps thudding)

(Gloria panting)

(Gloria crying)

(item clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(door rattling)

(Gloria whimpering)

- No, no!

(suspenseful music)

No!

(Gloria whimpering)

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria speaking Italian)

(Gloria crying)

(suspenseful music)

(door thumps)

(Gloria crying)

(Gloria panting)

(wind howling)

(Gloria panting)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(car whirring)

- [Bruno] Russo sold his share of the property

to his sister 20 years ago.

- [Isabella] That's why nothing turned out

after our first check.

- [Bruno] Yes, but then after she died, he got it back.

(doors thudding)

- [Sebastian] A perfect hideaway.

- [Isabella] Yeah.

(footsteps thudding)

(bird screeching)

(suspenseful music)

- You wait in the car.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(bird screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Gloria panting)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria panting)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps shuffling)

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria panting)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(leaves rustling)

(Gloria panting)

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria whimpering)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(fabric rustling)

- Hm.

(falcon chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Stay away from him.

(Gloria whimpering)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, calm down.

- Are you a game warden?

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria panting)

(ominous music)

(Gloria screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Gloria screaming)

- No!

No!

(suspenseful music)

(Gloria crying)

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?

(suspenseful music)

No!

(Gloria screaming)

- Are you a game warden?

- No. - No.

So then, who are you, huh?

- Police!

Don't move.

- Russo, drop it!

Drop it!

Move away.

Move away!

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Told you to stay in the car.

- This is a falcon.

This is why he's buying all the meat.

- Oh, shit.

Where is Gloria?

- Who?

- Gloria Molgerri.

- I don't know who she is.

- Come on, let's go.

(footsteps thudding)

- When I lost my son, I went to the old house

just to think about my life.

Then about a week ago,

I found that falcon.

There he was in the corner of the barn with the broken wing.

He was a gift from God.

God was telling me that I'd still be useful,

that I still had a purpose.

- Sure.

Don't tell me you really believe this crap.

- I do.

- I don't.

(phone ringing)

(phones ringing)

What now?

(ominous music)

(waves crashing)

(ominous music)

- [Bruno] Thanks a lot for calling us.

You've been a great help.

- No problem, I just need my duty.

- If we need anything else, we'll get back to you.

- She died less than four hours ago.

- So she died before we arrested Russo.

(waves crashing)

Same, Mr. Brody.

- She wasn't strangled, was she?

- No.

- [Sebastian] And this was done postmortem, right?

- Yes, and so was the scalping.

- Unlike all the other ones.

(waves crashing)

(folder rustling)

- We compared Russo's blood

with a sample taken from Gloria's apartment.

- It doesn't match, does it? - No.

You knew it wasn't our guy, right?

- Yes, that's because I believe

the original Hairdresser died 25 years ago.

- What? - It's another guy.

Someone else is continuing his work.

- Oh, again, with this story, no, Sebastian.

- Well, think about it, Isabella,

unless he spent the last 25 years in prison,

it's the only logical conclusion.

- You're only saying this

because he left the trophies in that shed.

- It's more than that.

The Hairdresser was organized.

He was meticulous down to the last detail,

and unless all these reports I read are wrong,

he never made a mistake.

- Sebastian, it's been 25 years, people change.

- Not serial killers.

They do not change their modus operandi,

especially a killer like him.

He does not become unorganized.

- This is just profiler bullshit.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Well, this profiler bullshit rarely misses the mark.

- Oh, really, and what about the numbers?

Do you have a clinical explanation for them as well?

Because in case it slipped your mind-

- Yeah, they were never released to the press.

- Exactly.

- Which is why our new killer knew our old one.

- So you mean he's a student of sorts

that the, the Hairdresser took under his wing?

Come on, Sebastian,

that kind of stuff only happens in the movies.

- Listen, I know that this is hard for you to accept.

- What? That he killed my sister?

Is that what you think?

That I need it to be the same guy

just for some kind of revenge?

- Yes, that is what I think.

- You're an asshole.

- Isabella, I- - Don't touch me.

(footsteps thudding)

- Thanks for everything, Mr. Brody.

- Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help.

(footsteps thudding)

(staff speaking Italian)

- [Bruno] So?

- Well, he listened to my theory

about the two serial killers.

He didn't say a word.

Then he said this department no longer needs my services.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah, so am I.

- Word's out that he wants to call in the UACV.

- UACV?

- Unit for Analysis of Violent Crimes.

- Well, I guess that's a good idea.

(gentle music)

(paper rustling)

Take care, Anzalone.

- You too, signor Brody.

(suspenseful music)

- All right, let's get to work.

It's highly probable that the original Hairdresser died

25 years ago.

Most likely within a week

after killing Donatella Caputo, his sixth victim.

Whether his end was naturally or by accident,

it's unlikely that his death is connected to his crimes.

- Si?

- Signora Batollo?

- [Signora Batollo] Si.

(Sebastian speaking Italian)

- Excuse me. - [Local] Yes.

- Can you tell me where the fire chief is?

- Over here to the left.

- Okay, thanks.

25 years ago, you and your husband owned the Cafe Cebati

in the Corso Matteoti, in Randazzo, here.

Excuse me, are you the fire chief?

Correct? - Yes.

- [Sebastian] Can I ask you a few questions?

- Yes, of course.

- Do you remember this man?

He died of a heart attack in your cafe in 1986.

Thanks, I don't mean to take up too much of your time.

- Oh, no, not at all.

What, what can I do for you?

- Yes, Vittorio.

Oh, he was a good client.

- I wanted to ask if you remember a fire

that took place in the autumn of 1986.

- Ah, si, I remember.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Says here the cause of the fire was accidental.

- Yes, yes, according to the report,

Magris fell asleep holding a lit cigarette

and the mattress caught fire.

- You don't sound convinced.

- Well, in my opinion, the fire did not start on the bed.

(paper rustling)

(phone ringing)

- What?

- I think you're making a mistake not listening to Brody.

He's an expert.

- He's burned out.

- I understand what this all means for you

on a personal level, but putting emotions ahead of evidence

doesn't make for good police work.

Sebastian could be right about the Hairdresser.

- He has no proof.

- Yeah, neither do you.

(car whirring)

(door thumps)

(birds chirping)

- I'm sorry.

(birds chirping)

- It's okay.

In the month since the Hairdresser's sixth victim was found,

12 men died in eastern Sicily.

Of them, four men fit the profile.

Vittorio Lasani, heart attack.

Enrico Balboni, he died in a car accident.

Antonio Greco, cancer.

Hugo Magris, burnt to death in a house fire.

I need you to dig up information on these men.

- Magris, why does this name ring a bell?

- Maybe you knew him.

- No, no, it's something more recent.

Sure, his signature was on some of the papers

from the Leonardi agency.

Magris used to work there and hired staff to send

to Villa Grizzutti.

- So he would know when someone was here.

- And when someone was not.

(water pouring)

The water is coming out brown.

- [Sebastian] Oh yeah, it does that.

There's mineral water in the fridge.

- Wasn't it broken too?

- Well, Domenico fixed it.

- Ever considered calling a professional?

- I know I should, but, you know,

he, he's such a sweet guy and he means well.

- You never know.

(footsteps thudding)

So we were talking about Magris.

- Right, he was a loner.

He lived on his own in a house outside of town.

That must've been where he brought his victims.

- Even after the fire,

they would've found some evidence of something.

- Not if they weren't looking for it.

- Why didn't he hide the trophies in his house?

- Well, maybe he thought it was too dangerous.

According to the agency, Magris was a very precise man.

He was a stickler for details.

- Certainly he fits the profile.

But there is just one thing that I don't understand,

if Magris was a loner, no family, no friends,

how did this copycat know about the numbers?

- Yeah, and why did he skip the number seven?

- Maybe he wanted us to know that he wasn't the Hairdresser.

- Yeah, but if he was starting a new cycle,

he would've started with the number one.

I don't know.

(suspenseful music)

Isabella, if I didn't find those trophies,

none of this would've happened.

Those two girls, they would've still been alive.

- Sebastian, it's not your fault.

- You know, I came here to start a new life.

I wanted to write.

No, no murders, no killers, no torture.

I shouldn't have come.

I just, I just brought death with me.

- No, I don't believe that.

I'm glad you're here.

- I'm glad you're here, too.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music ends)

(birds chirping)

- It's been a long time since I felt this, uh, good.

- Me too.

(hand knocking)

- Expecting company at this hour?

- Oh, it's Domenico.

I forgot he was gonna come fix the sink.

- Oh, okay, I'll jump in the shower.

Or is the water in there brown too?

- Uh, you'll be all right.

- Mm.

(tool banging)

- [Sebastian] Everything okay down there?

- Yeah, of course.

(tool banging)

- Maybe we should call a plumber.

- Come on, relax, Mr. Brody.

I know what I'm doing.

(tools clattering)

I mean, I did all right with the fridge, no?

- Uh, yeah, that's what I'm worrying about.

- Ah, for the sink, I need to order some other parts.

- Well, how long will that take?

- Ah, just a couple of days, not that long.

- Well, I guess I have no choice, do I?

- No, you don't.

- [Sebastian] Hm.

- All right.

- After you. - Thank you.

(footsteps thudding)

(ominous music)

- I'm sorry, I should have covered them.

- No, no, it's okay, it's not necessary.

You know, when I was a boy,

the Hairdresser was all my mother could talk about.

She was obsessed.

It's the first time since she died

I'm glad she's not around.

Knowing he's back would have driven her crazy.

Mr. Brody, you are some sort of expert, aren't you?

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- So, tell me, how can a man do stuff like that?

How can he beat them and burn them

and treat them like animals?

Who could do all of that?

- I don't know, Domenico.

Some people are capable of anything.

- Hi, you must be Domenico.

I'm Isabella.

(uplifting music)

Everything all right?

- Yes, I, I'm, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to stare.

I didn't think there was anybody else in the house,

and then such a beautiful lady.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yeah, I'll go order that part for the sink.

- Sounds good.

- Okay, it was nice to meet you.

- My pleasure.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

- Domenico, your tools.

- Oh, yes.

Sorry.

- You were right.

He's a nice guy.

- Yeah, but he is a lousy plumber.

(lips smacking)

- Let me finish getting ready.

I'm gonna need to get going.

- Okay. - [Isabella] Okay.

- I'll be here.

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(pen scratching)

(paper rustling)

(suspenseful music)

- In my opinion, the fire did not start on the bed.

- Of course.

(suspenseful music)

What an idiot I've been.

(paper rustling)

- We know he'll be striking again,

but we don't have any clue about who or where.

- We can't issue protection for every woman with black hair.

- Right.

(siren wailing)

Thank you.

- Ooh, I gotta go.

- Wow, any plans?

- Uh, yes, I have to see Sebastian,

for work.

- Of course, of course.

- Good night. - Good night.

(footsteps thudding)

(Sebastian speaking Italian)

(suspenseful music)

(Sebastian speaking Italian)

(suspenseful music)

Oh, fuck!

(chair squeaks)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(Isabella speaking Italian)

Fuck!

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hello?

- Anzalone, it's Sebastian.

Is Isabella there?

- No, she just left.

- Oh, I've been trying to call her cell.

She's not answering.

- Something wrong?

- The killer is Domenico de Chirico.

- The real estate agent?

Are you sure? - Yeah.

I'm worried about Isabella.

When he met her, his reaction was completely odd.

- What you mean, was odd?

- Oh, he was staring at her, he was surprised.

I thought he was embarrassed, but now-

- She's the Hairdresser's physical type.

- Yeah, down to the last detail.

(trunk thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(car door thuds)

(car whirring)

(footsteps thudding)

- [Bruno] Let him through, let him through.

- What's going on?

- It was on the car.

- Oh, shit, Domenico's got her.

- Did you get in touch with him?

- No, his cell phone's switched off.

- I met his mother,

after we all thought she'd been abducted

by the Hairdresser when she was a girl.

- She was, but I think she managed to kill him

and then escape.

- I can tell you this,

Concetta de Chirico was mentally disturbed.

I was on patrol back then.

Got called to her house twice, the first time

because the neighbors heard her beating her son.

- Well, then the other time was in 2004

when she committed suicide, right?

- Yeah, Domenico found her.

He was only 18 years old.

- Let's go to his place in town.

- No, he won't keep Isabella there.

He has to have some kind of hideout,

somewhere safe, secluded,

maybe one of the properties his agency represents.

- Anzalone, take signor Brody to the agency.

I'll call the judge and have him write up a warrant.

- Yes, sir, let's go.

(phone beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

Let me find the main switch.

Found it.

(suspenseful music)

- [Sebastian] How long will it take?

- I don't know.

Depends on whether his files are encrypted.

- I can't believe he was right in front of my nose

the whole time.

- What I don't understand is why he didn't take the box

from the shed.

- He didn't know they were hidden there.

When I found them, something in his mind must have snapped.

He knows all about the Hairdresser.

His mom would tell him stories.

Probably admires him.

- I'm in.

- Look for a big isolated house.

- Okay, here we go.

The agency has 38 properties that could be.

- Oh, it's too many.

- It will take days to search them all.

- She'll be dead by then.

The Hairdresser would plan exactly

where he would leave his bodies well in advance.

Domenico's nowhere near as organized.

(suspenseful music)

Look, Lucia and Gloria's bodies were found here and here.

Both roads lead to Randazzo,

and he probably left the house in two different directions,

so that would place where we're looking for here.

Any listings in this area?

(suspenseful music)

- There is a property in near Muratto Rotto.

- That might be it.

(suspenseful music)

- I'll call in back up.

- No, if we storm him with special forces, he'll kill her.

We have to go alone.

He knows me.

I'll try to talk to him.

- Okay, okay.

Call Commissario Canova, explain everything.

Tell him where we're going, okay?

- Yes, sir.

- Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(light crackling)

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella coughing)

(suspenseful music)

(car whirring)

(dramatic music)

(car doors thudding)

- That's his car.

You need a gun?

- No, I don't need one.

- Are you sure?

(trunk thumps)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(door rattles)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

- Isabella!

- Sebastian!

- Shh, it's okay, it's okay, baby.

(suspenseful music)

(knife clinks)

(Bruno groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(Bruno groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella crying)

(suspenseful music)

(Sebastian gasping)

- Sebastian!

- Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Domenico, it's me, Sebastian.

- I know.

(suspenseful music)

(pipe clanks)

(suspenseful music)

She's pretty, huh?

Just like Mama.

- Okay, she was the seventh victim, wasn't she?

- She got away from him.

Burned his ass down within minutes.

She never told anyone.

- He tortured her,

he raped her.

She became pregnant with you.

- Right, with me.

The woman lost her mind.

Always make me comb her hair,

like he would when she was his prisoner.

Every day it got done (indistinct).

That's all she ever talked about,

what he had done to her,

how he had done it, and how I would be just like him

'cause I was his son, son of the devil.

(Sebastian groans)

(suspenseful music)

- She beat you, didn't she?

- Every fucking day.

- Did you kill her?

(suspenseful music)

- No.

No, I had to thank Papa for that.

You, you don't understand, do you?

I've been looking for that box for years.

I knew it had to be somewhere, I knew it!

It wasn't right, it wasn't fair

you found it first.

It was all I had left of my father.

Now it's gone, lost forever

because of you.

(suspenseful music)

- So you started your own collection.

You were never really fixing anything at my place, were you?

- How was I supposed to keep tabs on the investigation, huh?

Sebastian, through this, I am better at fixing them dead.

(suspenseful music)

(Isabella gasping)

(suspenseful music)

- The police are coming, Domenico.

It's over.

- That's what you think.

I doubt they'd risk the life of one of their own,

or maybe they would.

Well, in that case,

I might as well kill her right here, now.

- No, no, Domenico.

(Isabella crying)

(suspenseful music)

- She's so beautiful,

like Mama.

(Isabella panting)

Shh.

(gun fires)

(Domenico groans)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(melancholy music)

- Domenico.

(melancholy music)

- Oh, sorry.

(melancholy music)

(Isabella whimpers)

(melancholy music)

Oh, Isabella, oh, it's okay.

(Isabella crying)

It's all right.

(Isabella crying)

(melancholy music)

(first responders speaking Italian)

- [Isabella] They'll fix you up, I promise.

- I hope so.

(indistinct) what the catching the Hairdresser

will look great on my resume, but only if I survive.

- Go, hurry up.

(gentle music)

- Thanks for everything, Mr. Brody.

Well done.

(gentle music)

- [Sebastian] Hey. - Hey.

- Are you all right?

- Thanks to you.

(gentle music)

Can I ask you something?

- Anything.

- Will you go back to America?

- Well, I can't leave now.

I have a book to write.

- Oh, that's right, I forgot.

- Yeah, I think I'm gonna try a different genre.

- That's a good idea.

- Yeah, science fiction,

it's just so scientific.

(gentle music)

- Then what?

- Maybe you can help me find that out.

- Maybe.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

♪ It's so funny, don't let money ♪

♪ See you walk right in my hands ♪

♪ Listen, honey, to what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ Spread my wings in the sky ♪

♪ Through the ocean, trees, and people ♪

♪ But it didn't move my sand ♪

♪ Keep your feeling, that you have to do ♪

♪ Strength is nothing but you ♪

♪ And I feel this world ♪

♪ Like a better place we knew ♪

♪ See you walk right in my hands ♪

♪ Listen, honey, to what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ Spread my wings in the sky ♪

♪ Through the ocean, trees, and people ♪

♪ But I didn't move my sand ♪

♪ Keep your feeling, that you have to do ♪

♪ Strength is nothing but you ♪

♪ And I feel this world, and I feel this world ♪

♪ And I feel this world, and I feel this world ♪

♪ And I feel this world, and I feel this world ♪

♪ And I feel this world, and I feel this world ♪

♪ And I feel this world ♪

♪ Like a better place we knew ♪

♪ And I feel this world ♪

♪ Like a better place we knew ♪

♪ And I feel this world ♪

♪ Like a better place we knew ♪