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[somber instrumental
music playing]

[screaming]

We're losing systolic pressure,
Dr. Orenbach.
What do you think?

Dr. Green, I think there's
an ethical issue.

Fetuses with Conradi syndrome
never come to full term.

[Dr. Green] We have
full consent from the mother.

[Dr. Orenbach] She can't
possibly understand the
long term complications.

-I just feel morally...
-[Dr. Green] Morality?

There's no morality
in this room.

Look around, Doctor.

No cops,

no priests. Just you and me.

This is my operation,

and you're just the plumber.
Now seal all the pipes.

Do it.

[machine beeping]

[solemn instrumental
music playing]

Detective Clarke.

-Want some?
-What is that?

-Turkish coffee.
-Looks like motor oil.

Talk to me.

Ain't been inside yet.

Why? What's up?

Downstairs neighbor
smelled her.

First name's Jenny Brown.
45 years old.

Apartment 12.

Intensive care nurse.
Works strange hours.

No one missed her
for a couple of days,

till of course, the smell.

Gonna start a canvas.

[somber instrumental
music playing]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct conversation]

[Buckley] You guys been
in there yet?

We declared her dead from here.

Very funny.

Can I get some help
in here, please?

Help me lift the body up.

[grunts]

You should take your mask off.

Let your body
get used to the smell.

Yeah, I'll remember that
next time.

-[Buckley] Careful.
-[man groans]

[man] What are you looking for?

It's an old forensics trick.

Once the host is exposed,

the entomological life cycles
are very precise.

They give a great idea
to the time of death.

What?

I'm looking for maggots.

-Buckley.
-Yeah?

I got a number for
the only next of kin.

-Where's this area code?
-Alaska.

[helicopter hovering]

[foreboding music playing]

-Morning, Frank.
-How do you do?

-Damn good to see you.
Thought you were coming alone.
-No.

What's he doing here?

You want to find them or not?

Hell yeah.

This is my second
mutilation this week.

[Frank] Sam's the
best tracker I know.

Didn't even eat anything.

[dog barking]

Never known wolves kill
for no apparent reason.

-One.
-[man] One?

One wolf did this.

There's no way
one wolf did this.

Alpha wolf.

It's probably brain fever.

[chuckles] No shit.

[exhales]

What's alpha?

Alpha's the strongest.

Alpha killed the cow,

chased off the
rest of the pack.

One more of those deals

and these ranchers will be
shooting anything with a tail.

Finding the wolf isn't
going to be the problem.

-What is?
-[gun cocking]

Wolf finding me first.

[wolf panting]

[howling]

[wolf growling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[wolf whimpering]

Sam Brown to base.

[over radio] Standing by,
Sam Brown to base.

Sam, We've been trying
to reach you all day. Over.

Can't track with
the radio on, Frank.

Leave the wolf.

I need you to come back in.

[Frank over radio] Fishing game
will handle it. Over.

Gotta get the Alpha, Frank.

Negative, Sam, I need you
to come back in. Over.

I'm almost there, Frank.
The tracks are getting
easier to read.

Sam...

it's your sister.

I didn't want to say it
on the radio.

She's been killed.

[radio static]

[distant howling]

[siren wailing]

[woman] San Francisco
Police Department.

[woman speaking indistinctly]

Coroner finished
his initial findings.

This one, this guy,
serious freak.

Usually when they get
a body late in the game,

it's a real bitch
to find something this subtle.

None of the needles that
were jabbed into the body
caused fatal damage.

The bastard carefully
avoided major organs.

Major fatal blow

came from a 20 gauge
adrenaline needle

forced through
the cribriform plate

and up into
the frontal inferior lobe.

Okay, can you
tell me that in cop talk?

Basically, he took
a big needle,

shoved it up her nose
and into her brain.

Charming.

So our guy has read
some anatomy books, huh?

Well, judging
from his skills level,

I think he'd be okay
around a hospital too.

[intense music playing]

[wolf growling]

[Sam] Get off! Hey! Hey!

[wolf growling]

[Sam panting]

[wolf growling]

-Get away!
-[wolf whimpering]

[Sam grunts]

[wolf gurgling]

[panting]

[engine starts]

Cops know what to do.

They'll find this killer.

If the cops can't
catch the killer,

I can.

Buckley, it's come from
the Mayor's office.

-They're in a real state about
this one. Quantico called.
-What?

Yeah. Seems like this MO
has occurred before.

All these fucking needles.
I mean, the FBI's

gonna be sending
a team down here ASAP.

We've got a meeting
in my office in 15 minutes.

I want to see my sister's body.

Look, I understand that,

but I can't authorize it
at this time.

You'll have to fill out
the form.

I don't want to fill out
any forms.

[man laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[motor whirring]

[camera shutter clicking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[intense music playing]

-Ha!
-Goddamn it, Buckley.

Almost gave Kecker an aneurism.

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb
you boys.

-Anything?
-No one's gotten near it.

This is a fucking
waste of time.

-Thanks for the input.
-Yeah, half of what we do
is a waste of time.

You guys want some coffee?

No, I don't.

Hmm.

[mysterious music playing]

Heads up. We've got a visitor.

[Moore] Police!

Open the fucking door!

Do it.

Clear.

Outside.

[man grunts]

[Moore] Stop!

[Kecker] Damn it!

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

[cars honking outside]

What the fuck is this?

You see him?

-[Buckley] Yeah.
-Think he was our guy?

I doubt it. He stopped
and stared right at me.

Kecker, do you remember
what was in this picture frame?

I remember it was a guy.

Oh, yeah, I do.

He was in his early 30s.

Dark hair.

Are you fucking kidding me?
I have no idea.

How much you wanna bet
it was our mystery man?

I suppose you, uh, want me
to send out an APB?

Yeah. Why don't you run
and do that.

-Sylvia.
-Hmm?

This is the one
I want blown up.

[Sylvia] Let me see that.

See the frame on the bureau?

I wanna see who that is.
Is that possible?

-No.
-Fantastic.

I got that info on the brother.

Sam Brown from Alaska.

And apparently he left,
as soon as he heard the news.

This guy sounds like
a real nutcase.

I talked to a couple of these
crazy old guys up there,

and according to them,
this Sam Brown is some kind of

expert tracker.

-A what?
-A tracker.

You know, finds lost
polar bears in the snow.

Perfect.

[siren wailing]

How badass am I?

I did it.

Well, that's him. All right.

[Sylvia] Who is he?

My guess is it's
the victim's brother.

He contaminated my crime scene.

Oh, he's hot...

in a Jeremiah Johnson
kind of way.

Yeah, well, I'll be sure
and introduce you

when I arrest him
for obstruction of justice.

You do that.

Good job

Thanks.

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[Moore] This one's
a stewardess.

Neighbors thought
she was in Asia.

Fellas are calling in
the acupuncturist.

[Buckley laughs]

[Buckley] Naturally.

No name.

Who found her?

Maid service.

[camera shutter clicking]

Hey, Lewis.

Hey, Buckley.

This guy understands
nothing about subtlety.

[sighs]

You know, my uncle has
a photo shop at the mall?

I'd be taking portraits
of family pets right now.

I thought you hate animals.

[Lewis] I do.

I should hate this more.

Seems like our guy was
in a hurry.

[Lewis] Why's that?

[Buckley] For starters,
there's no artwork...

and he used half the needles.

Maybe he ran out.

[man] All right, back it up.

Back it up.

See the guy with the stick?

Just go get him, okay?

-Um, Detective Clarke?
-[on radio] Yeah?

I think we just found your man.

Sir.

Would you come with me, please?

[officer] Detective, here
he is now.

Sam Brown.

I'm Buckley Clarke.

I'm the cop who chased you out
of your sister's apartment.

If you were looking for
some personal belongings,

we can start
releasing evidence.

You just have to fill out
some forms.

I'm not here for
my sister's belongings.

Then what were you doing?

I'm looking for our killer.

You're what?

I already learned a lot about
this killer from his tracks.

That's what I do.

I'm a hunting guide
back in Alaska.

A tracker.

I can understand
your personal feelings,

but I'm going to have to insist

that you stay clear
of our investigation

Now we get a black and white
to take you down to the station

so that you can start
the process.

Are you listening to me?

[Sam] The killer
was in a hurry.

There's no artwork.

He must have been interrupted
by someone.

A phone, a knock at the door.

Something.

[Lewis] Holy shit.

Buckley, that's just
what you said.

[Sam] These slippers
are pretty worn.

She puts him in
the same spot every night

when she goes to bed.

They never moved.

She went to sleep
and the killer pounced.

He drugged her back asleep
so she wouldn't struggle.

Sounds like you two are
on the same page.

The overmatched predator would
need the element of surprise

in venom to gain control of
a larger prey.

This may be a woman.

Maybe not.

But we're looking
for someone small.

[detective] I got a neighbor
out here,

dropped off some car keys
last night, around 3:30.

She walked into the front hall,
left the keys on the table

and left.

Spend some time with her

[Sam] What's this area called?

Twin Peaks Park.

Clarendon avenue is
on the other side.

You have a radio?

You want a police radio?

-Yeah.
-For what?

So I can contact you
when I get there.

Where is there?

Wherever the track leads me.

What didn't you understand

about "stay clear
of our investigation"?

Hey!

Unbelievable.

[Sam] I lost it.

What is that?

It's a tracking stick.

Tracking stick?

Adjust the rubber band

according to
your subject's stride.

Okay,

Once you've established
a stride mark...

you've made a very useful tool
in tracking in a rough terrain.

Uh-huh.

[growling]

[Sam] I thought so.

[Buckley] What?

The difference between
the tracks is unusual.

[growling]

Say our guy is walking
with a limp.

[growling]

It's more than just a limp.

He's wearing a leg brace?

A leg brace?

How do you know that?

The tear in the tree.

[eerie music playing]

[voices whispering]

[Buckley sighs]

It ends here.

-What?
-Tracks end here.

[Buckley chuckling]

He took the bus.

The bus?

So we have this guy...

that wears a leg brace
and limps

and he pulls off
this brutal murder

and then makes his way
all the way

through the woods to here
to take the bus.

There are more direct routes
to the road.

There are better places
to hide a car

He took the bus.

I'm a detective.

And for some unknown reason,
I started listening to you.

I even followed you
into the woods.

Let you put your nose
to the dirt

with your
little tracking stick.

[chuckles]

Unbelievable.

Shit!

[driver] I keep telling you.
There was nobody at that stop.

-Are you sure?
-I think I'd remember.

Are you the only one
who would make that stop?

I'm the only boat from
1:00 to 5:00.

[Buckley] And you always stop?

Look. Nobody is ever
at that stop.

So you don't stop?

If I see someone, I stop.

[Sam] I don't understand.

He was there.

Well, you didn't think it was
gonna be that easy, did you?

Just walk in, get a description
and an address.

But he was there.

I don't think you're wrong.

But he clearly didn't
take that bus

and we have to figure out why.

Time for me to do my job.

How long have
the FBI been here?

Forever.

Damn it!

Yeah, and apparently
they think I work for them now.

Okay. You stay here
and don't talk to anyone

and you make sure of that okay.

[phone ringing]

Hi.

[woman] Detective Clarke.

Agent Ted Hansen.

Agent Leonard Lake.

I'm Anne Hughes.

Who is she?

Behavioral science.

She leads the team

that specializes
in serial killers.

She wrote a book.

We've got two dead nurses
in the Midwest, one in Florida.

[Hansen] Same MO.

Same signatures
as your unidentified subject.

[Anne] No prints, no DNA,
no hair,

no fibers,
no vaginal penetration.

We became aware
of his existence

seven months ago.

These murders occurred in June.

[cameras flashing]

Now the basic profile
we're working from

is the killer is white,

25 to 35
and moderately intelligent.

He has a...

sexual and social fixation
with medical professionals.

He'll think of himself
as a medical professional.

You have found reasons
to be around

hospitals throughout
his adult life.

How do you explain
Melanie Wilson?

She was a flight attendant.

And... and just for the record,
our rape kit results

on Jenny Brown
were inconclusive.

So I just think before
I start chasing after some

25 to 35 year old
hospital attendant bogeyman...

We're not exactly offering up
a bogeyman.

In fact, we're offering
something very real.

Yeah. What's that?

A suspect.

Denny Reese.

He red flagged on dozens
of computer models.

He did four years
for attempted kidnapping.

There's nothing
in my investigation

that points to this suspect.

-[Hansen] Look, Detective--
-[Anne] Detective Clarke...

I've dedicated
the last ten years of my life

to tracking
and studying serial killers.

You have one of these animals
walking your streets.

He's got a black hole
in his chest.

And the only thing
that fills it,

the only thing it eats
is human flesh.

[Sam] I think you're wrong.

The man you're looking for

is incapable of working
in a hospital job,

driving a van
or luring his prey.

He wears a metal brace
on his left leg

and walks with a limp.

His eyes are sensitive.

He doesn't like going out
in the daylight.

Although, he's got some
upper body strength.

He's too small to subdue
his victims.

Must rely on complete surprise.

[Marks] Who the fuck are you?

Um, he's a tracker.

He's assisting me.

[Marks] Is that right?

And, uh, how exactly
do you know

that his eyes are sensitive

and that he doesn't like going
out during the day?

He's nocturnal like a bat.

Like a bat?

Uh, okay, sir, this is a
restricted area,
and you have to leave now.

Buckley, in my office... now!

[sirens wailing in distance]

Look...

I saw what you did in the woods
and you helped a lot.

When you... You see how crazy
shit is around here.

I can help you.

We're cops. We're on it.

We will solve this.
You just have to trust that.

[engine starts]

What are you gonna do now?

Right now, I'm gonna get myself
involved in a mess.

Look...

Here's my card.

Just in case you need it.

[tires screeching]

[intense music playing]

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Top floor, the right corner.

[guns cocking]

[heavy metal song playing]

[knocking at door]

Police! Open up!

Police!

I don't think the battering ram
is gonna bring
this thing down.

Go and get the grinder!

♪ Just one more chance

♪ One more chance
And taking over ♪

[machine whirring]

♪ One more chance
And taking over ♪

♪ A bone in myself...

Okay, hit 'em
with a battering ram!

Let's go!

FBI!

♪ I won't let myself be
the man I was back then ♪

Hey!
Somebody turn off the music.

♪ Oh, no

♪ So I'm taking...

[song stops]

[sighing]

[eerie music playing]

[voices whispering]

[groans]

[man screaming]

[thuds]

[gunshots]

[man grunting]

[groans]

[groaning]

[glass shattering]

[groans]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[screams, grunts]

[grunting]

[both grunting]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[groans]

[panting]

You okay?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

Detective, I think you should
check this out

What is it?

It's a drug sex offenders use.

Helps control their urges.

This is pretty interesting.

These two plates here
that they cut through,

they were bolted
and welded tight.

So, this guy was
super paranoid,

is that what you're telling me?

His paranoid of himself.

There's no way to
get out of this place.

No shit.

I bet this freak
hasn't been out of here years.

Better tell the FBI.

[Marks] Goddamn it, Clarke,

this is bordering on
obstruction!

Now, if I see
Daniel-goddamn-Boone here
in one more--

-Sir.
-...official...

We were pinned down.

The suspect had us ambushed.

It was Sam who saved our lives.

Well, shit. Well, tell me,
at least,

that this Denny Reese
is good on the killings.

Shit.

He had welded himself
into his apartment

and hadn't seen the light of
day in God knows how long.

[sighs]

Well, it looks like
Nick's going to make it.

And Hansen says that
you and Detective Clark

are the reason
he's alive, so...

thank you.

Hungry?

Yes.

[bell dinging]

[Buckley] These noodles are
one of the reasons

to live in this city.

It'd take a hell of a noodle

to make me want to live
in this city.

[laughing]

I haven't quite
got the hang of these things.

No, you're doing good.

Just relax your hand
a little bit.

Okay, now use that top finger
to sort of pinch it.

You come from
a long line of cops?

No.

My dad cried the day I left
for the academy.

So, what about you?

You come from a long line of...
rock climbing,

nature loving trekkers?

[chuckles]

Not really.

My sister raised me.

Our parents were hit by
a drunk driver head-on.

She taught me how to hunt,

play baseball and read.

I knew the moment she died...

I was out...

The woods tracking a sick wolf.

I heard a voice.

Her voice.

[car horns blaring]

[Buckley] Oh, my. Don't tell me
you're staying there.

I was just starting to think
you weren't that weird.

It's fine. I'm not that picky.

No. Come on.

[sighs]

What are you doing out here?

I needed to see the sky.

Back home, even
the ground's alive. Here...

everything's
surrounded by pavement,

layers of tar...

it smothers life.

It's the people that make
a city alive, not the ground.

Living over and under,
seems more like reverse
social Darwinism to me.

You are so strange.

Are all the men in Alaska
like you?

Maybe.

Is it true that there are
20 of you for every girl?

Twenty-one.

Cool.

You have a hard time
finding a date?

Yeah, ones that I want.,

You're a pessimist.

Come on, I'll show you
where the couch is.

Don't you use bathrooms
like normal people?

I don't like bathrooms.

You don't like bathrooms?

You start dreaming
about the comfort,

your willpower starts
to fade away.

Okay.

There's no bathrooms
on the tundra.

There's no point in
getting used to them now.

Do you have
everything you need?

Pillows, blankets, all that?

What's that?

It's a bite.

A bite?

Wolf bite.

[scoffing]

A wolf bite?

You don't have rabies, do you?

No.

[laughs]

Why?

You on medication?

[laughing]

[intense music playing]

[exhales]

[moaning]

[car door unlocks]

[woman on phone]
Dear, we're in trouble.

-He's got us both.
-[girl on phone]
Daddy! Daddy!

[woman] Do whatever he asks.

-[girl] Dad! Help us!
-[man] Hi there.

Now, everything's going
to be just fine.

Dr. Orenbach.

What are you doing?
Who are you?

Shut up and listen to me.

If I press send, on this phone,

your wife and daughter
will die.

Do you understand me?

Now, drive, bitch.

Today!

[car starting]

[cell phone ringing]

[gasps]

[groans]

Clarke here.

Sam!

Sam, wake up

We're going to a crime scene.

Okay, I'm gonna take you
for three reasons.

Okay? Number one...

you showed me something
much more incredible than
anything the FBI had.

Two...

you saved my life.

And three...

you just show up anyway,
so don't touch anything.

Don't talk to anybody.

Don't leave my side.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Now, let's get something
straight about last night.

After the whole deal
at Reese's,

I'm sure there was
a lot of vulnerability.

But don't start thinking,
you won me over,

because if anything,
it's just the opposite.

Because now whenever
I look at you,

I'm just going to
see you naked.

Okay.

I'm in charge.

Okay? Nothing's changed.

I'm in charge.

Okay.

I want some coffee.
You want something?

I don't drink coffee.

Of course you don't.

[indistinct chatter]

you need to check this out.

Was moonlighting
over here last night.

I walk in and I see this guy,
James Orenbach.

He's a doctor.

Home alone.

His wife and kids are missing.

One of the uniforms
found this under the desk.

Needle? Medical professional?
Homicide?

A little voice inside
my head said,

"Maybe there's a connection."

You were a cop
in another life, Lewis.

What? And I came back
as a crime scene photographer?

Somebody up there likes me.

Christ, what the hell
happened here?

You ready to go to work?

What the fuck?

What's with the stick, man?

That's what the word "discreet"
means to you?

[grunting]

You're seriously desperate,
aren't you, Buckley?

Save it, Lewis.

He was here.

How does he know that?

He just does.

[indistinct radio chatter]

This is where he went in.

Back into the woods.

How does he know that?

He just does.

[mysterious music playing]

It's the same stride as before.

I lost it.

[sighs] Great.

It's okay.

The track always
reveals itself.

You just have to give it time.

There it is.

You see how
that plant's trampled?

No. This one.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

This is where the track ends.

We could have saved a lot
of time and just driven here.

This guy doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, was Orenbach a mistake?

Was he really just after
the wife or the daughter?

Serial killers never change
the sex of their victims

halfway through
their killing pattern.

They rarely change
their signature.

They usually become
more sexually aggressive,

and they don't take the bus.

[sighs] We have no profile,
no witness,

no real evidence.

We've got nothing.

Sometimes the search itself
is the answer.

You know,

I got to tell you,

the Zen crap is
really starting to annoy me.

This is not normal behavior
for a serial killer.

Nope.

Then maybe our search has
told us something.

What?

Maybe this is not the work
of a serial killer.

[Buckley] No, that doesn't
make any sense either.

[Buckley sighs]

Unless...

Holy shit.

Maybe you do make sense.

Look at it this way.

What's the real weapon
of a serial killer?

Randomness.

Random victims,
random location.

Random times.

We're not dealing
with mastermind criminals.

They're cowards.

And that's ultimately
what protects them.

But why pretend
to be a serial killer,

if you're not one?

Because he's read
all the same books

that we have.

He knows
how the FBI profiles are built.

The needles, the artwork,

the ritual.

He built us a profile

so perfect, so obvious.

Even the FBI computer
spit out a suspect.

And the whole time,

we were miles off.

[vehicle approaching]

[car honks]

Detective Clarke.

They found
the wife and daughter.

[Mrs. Orenbach] I couldn't
see his face it all.

He had a mask on, and a hood.

A hood?

You know, one of those
track suit type of things.

All I can say for certain is

that he had a...

...is that he had a limp?

How did you know that?

Mrs. Orenbach,
is there anything else

that you remember?

Is this necessary right now?

Yes. I'm sorry. It is.

I think that's all
she can handle.

If you don't mind, I just have
a few more questions.

You people are unbelievable.

I said that's all
she can handle right now.

Uh, no. No, it's... it's okay.

[Sam] Do you have
to do that often?

[Buckley] What?

Have to butt in
on people's most raw

and grievous moments?

[Buckley] Yeah.
In fact, it's the time

when you learn the most
in an investigation.

It's usually
when the truth comes out.

What truth did you learn there?

Well, he saved
preemie babies, right?

People came from all over
the world to see him.

They probably had some
pretty heavy expectations.

Yeah.

Well, he couldn't
have saved them all.

Maybe he pissed
somebody off in the process.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[engine turns off]

Did your sister ever work
with preemies?

I think she did.

A long time ago.
At least ten years.

Our guy is no serial killer.

I've a feeling he's working
from a list.

If we can explain Melody Wilson

and connect your sister
to Dr. Orenbach...

I think we can get
a jump on this guy.

[engine starts]

Jill, I need you
to do me a favor.

You people never stop.

If anything comes over the wire

that has anything to do
with a medical professional,

I want to know
about it immediately.

I think I can do that.

Okay. Are they in there?

Yeah.

Sam, you stay here.

-Come in.
-[Jill] Hi, Sam.

Coffee?

I'll have some tea.

You've got to be kidding me.

Buckley, what direct evidence
do you have

linking these nurses' murders
to this Dr. Orenbach?

I have several pieces
of physical evidence,

a bunch of dead bodies...

[inhales]

and the expertise of a tracker.

A tracker?

Look.

I think it points
this investigation

in a totally new direction.

I don't think that we're
dealing with a serial killer.

I think we're dealing
with a killer that has a list.

A list of medical professionals
in this city.

And if we don't act fast, we're
going to lose another one.

There is a link.

It has something to do
with premature babies.

[scoffs] Come on. If you think
a judge in this town

is going to let us open up
confidential patient files,

so the police detectives
can start harassing

the grieving parents
of dead babies, you're crazy.

We are so close.

[sighs] All right.

Start with Orenbach's hospital.

-[sighs]
-You check into his records,
see if we can dig up anything.

I'll start working
on the mayor.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

I pray you're right, Clarke.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen.

Today we crack the cranium
and explore the human brain.

Please begin.

[whirring]

Stop!

Buckley!

Where did you get this body?

They just found
a dead doctor at UCSF.

[Buckley] He's been dead
about a week.

No sign of outer trauma.
My best guess, poison.

[Moore] He was a neurosurgeon.

No one missed him.
Supposed to be

in Hawaii, giving a paper.

Lived alone. Widower.

Let me guess,
expert in neonatology.

Yes, that was one
of his surgical concentrations.

-Has he got an office?
-Fourth floor.

Let's get a team up there.

[Buckley] Okay,
let's get this open.

Can you turn on
the lights, please?

[exhales]

You can forget about all that.

That's my sister.

And Orenbach.

And Green.

Holy shit.

It's his list.

Okay, we identified
the last woman in the picture.

Melissa Wilson.

She died in a car accident
about ten years ago.

She also had two children,
a son and a daughter.

The daughter is Melody Wilson.

Twin Peaks' Melody Wilson.

The name on the mailbox was
M. Wilson.

She was also unlisted
and a nurse.

He may have realized too late
he had the wrong one.

So, where do we stand?

We've put surveillance

in every
remaining member's house.

And we're cross-checking
hospital employment records

to see if anyone else is
connected to their group.

They lost half their files

when they moved out
of Rappaport Hospital.

That's why the FBI records
didn't match anyone.

But we, uh... We can't assume

that our killer is working
off the same picture. I...

l think it limits the field
too much at this point.

Well, it's
a good starting point

till we establish
a direct link.

What does our profile look
like now? Who is this guy?

Orenbach and Green lost
16 distressed premature infants

between 1978 and 1985
on cases that they shared.

I'm guessing
that somewhere along the line,

our dream team hit
the wrong nerve

on the wrong psycho.

So, now we have
to cross-check those deaths

with our victims
and then get out there

and start asking
some questions.

Okay, then.
Let's all get to work.

[woman] Are you
Detective Clarke?

Yup.

l just tried
to get you on the phone.

See, the problem is
I'm afraid l can't help you.

l just need a list of names.
l have a warrant.

No, that's not it. I've got
no information for you.

The names that you gave me,

they've never been involved
in a preemie death.

Basically, for all these people
to have worked together,

the baby needed to survive.

[siren wailing]

[tram bell dinging]

So what do we do now?

l don't know.

We pull some more files.

We start over.

-What?
-[gasps]

Don't you get it?

It was right in front of us
at the bus stop.

-He took the Blue Line.
-The Blue Line?

For the disabled. We were right
about the preemie,

but wrong about the motive.

He's a preemie who lived.
Come on.

She's exactly right.

We're dealing
with a highly intelligent,

ultra-violent multiple killer.

A preemie born
with major congenital

and developmental problems is
the only answer.

All grown up and pissed off.

Now we got to start all over.

No, we can start right here.

What's his name?

George Johnson.
He's 19 years old.

Lives in Presidio Heights
with his mother.

Jesus Christ.

Sam and l are on the way.

[Marks] Well, I'll get Kecker
and Moore to meet you there.

[Mrs. Johnson] My son was
a premature baby,

born with a condition
that left him

with serious
physical deformities.

l just don't understand
why you're here.

[Buckley] lt's just
a bureaucratic thing,

Mrs. Johnson.

We've had some murders

that involved
medical professionals

that worked
with your son in the past.

We just want to talk to him,

make sure
that we're on the right track.

Well, that's impossible.

We only want to talk to him.

l said that's impossible.

My son...

My son has been in a coma
for several months.

l have him here
so he can die at home.

God's will brought him
to my arms.

Now l must deliver him back.

I'm sorry.

Um...

Maybe l could run
some names by you.

Names?

It might help you
remember something

about out one of our victims.

Dr. James Orenbach.

Never heard of him.

-Dr. Ramsey Green.
-No.

Mrs. Johnson, these men headed
the medical team

that saved your son's life.

There were many doctors.

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

I'd like to see your son.

ls this legal?

What do you mean?

l mean, whatever's
going on here.

What do you think is
going on here?

I... just don't understand.

lt's just a bureaucratic thing,
Mrs. Johnson.

If l see your son
in his condition,

and verify that he can't
be interviewed,

there won't be
any more detectives

or federal agents.

Fine. Follow me.

[Mrs. Johnson] He is
God's instrument.

His birth was a miracle,

and his life has been one
of righteousness and purity.

[machine beeping]

[Buckley] l see.

May l have one of these?

That way, no one has
to come back here.

Fine.

Thank you.

Are we done?

Yes, we are.

l don't like to disturb him.

l want him to rest peacefully.

l owe him that.

[Buckley] We understand.

[footsteps receding]

[Sam] We're leaving?

-Yep.
-That's the killer.

We just walked
right into his house.

His marks' all over the place.

That's it. The search is over.

Yeah, I know.
You notice
there was no urine bag?

Where does he go
to the bathroom?

Down the hall. That's where.

And did you notice
how hard he was breathing?

Come on, my ass.

That's why we gotta
go arrest him now.

It's over. It's him.

Look, Sam, I got to do my job.

Okay? One mistake
can fuck this all up.

And you can bet
that freak's careful.

We've got to be more careful.

I gotta deliver
the case to the DA.

We're gonna take his picture
to our bus driver,

get a positive ID,
get a full warrant,

go back,
turn the house upside down

and he is ours.

Well, I ain't leaving.

Yeah, well,
we can't make any mistakes

because we can't risk
anybody's life.

Fine, but I'm staying.

No, you're not.
You don't have a choice here.

What's going on?

Okay, now don't make
a spectacle of yourselves.

We're gonna come back
with full paper.

But if anybody so much
as looks out that window,

I want you to find a reason
to arrest him.

Got it?

Where are you going?

Men's room.

Okay.

[EKG machine beeping]

You've deceived me.

Everything I've done,
I've done for you.

[Mrs. Johnson] Sacrifices
I made...

lies I told in the name
of the Lord.

[gasps]

You made me believe
you were doing God's work.

The Bible says
to kill the killers.

And that these people
you sacrificed
were baby killers.

[crying] Abortions.

These men are killers.

They're the doctors
who saved you. [sobs]

Did you kill him, George?

Did you?

I will not protect you anymore.

I never asked you to.

-Did you have lotto numbers?
-Nope.

I didn't pick up a paper.

I heard something
on the radio--

[gunshots]

Let's go, Kecker!

This is Apple 7-0 responding.

Shots fired
1923 Pacific Avenue.

Jesus Christ!

We'll check the back.

[EKG machine beeping]

-[gunshot]
-[groans]

[groans]

[engine starts]

[tires screech]

[officer speaking indistinctly]

[officer 2] How long
were you out?

[officer] Oh, six, seven years.

Buckley.

Dispatch got a partial call-in
from Detective Kecker.

-Have you seen Sam?
-No, I haven't.

Shit!

[siren wailing]

[clock ticking]

[Moore straining] Help!

Help me.

Help.

Help me.

Help.

Help.

[gurgling]

[Moore muttering]

You got...

You got to tell--

-[Moore muttering]
-Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

[Moore groans]

[Buckley] Let's go! Let's go!
Move it!

Where's my car?

[officer] Come on!

Goddamn it, Sam!

Shit!

[sirens wailing]

[brakes screech]

[Buckley] Christ!

We need an EMT down here. Fast!

[officer] EMT. Fast!

Moore? Moore, can you hear me?

He's got Sam.

[officer] Look at the back.

I saw you.

I saw you in the woods
in Orenbachs.

I'm Jenny Brown's brother.

Well, that sucks, doesn't it?

How did you do it?

How did you lead them to me?

-I track.
-What?

I track.

Animals, lost people...

and...

Predators?

So what now?

I don't know.

We set up roadblocks
in a five mile radius.

Airport, the bus station,
train station.

Well, he can't move that fast.
That's for sure.

Hansen, give me your cane.

-What for?
-[Buckley] Just give me
your cane.

-Do you have a radio?
-[Hansen] Back at the car.

Channel eight. Stay on it.
Keep in touch.

I think I might know
how to find him.

[Sam panting, groaning]

Come on. Let's cross.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[mysterious music playing]

[sighs in relief]

Hansen, it's Clarke.

[Hansen on radio] Yep.

Send everything you've got
to the abandoned
Rappaport Hospital,

west side of the base.
Everyone, you got it?

[Buckley] Hansen?

[indistinct radio chatter]

-They in there?
-Yup.

-Did you see them?
-They're in there.

Right. Buckley,
you take your guys
up to the second floor,

We'll do the first floor sweep
then we'll meet and move up.

Got it.

[rifles clocking]

[humming]

[humming continues]

Your trail was followed
very well.

Now don't you go anywhere.

I'll be right back.

[gunfire]

[officer shouts]

He's on the top floor.

Let's go.

[all coughing]

[officers shouting]

Shit!

Freeze!

Well, I'll be damned, lady cop.

In my hand is a detonator.

The building's rigged to blow
and I mean, ka-boom!

Now if you shoot me,
I don't set it off

and your friend
and I die together.

It'll be a shame
to end it this way.

Don't you want your day
in court?

Spare me
the cop psychology, man.

[chains rattling]

What do you want, George?

Well, so now you want
to give me a choice, huh?

[Sam groans]

Too late.

What do I want?

What do I want?

I want mercy!

[echoing] Mercy!

I want to have never been born.

-Mercy?
-[George] Yes.

Take your little gun
and shoot me right now

and you can save everybody
in this room.

Everybody but him.

[breathing heavily]

Let's talk about this.

How do you negotiate
with a walking abortion?

Shoot him, Buckley!

I'm not playing this game.

God! You don't get it!

I'm looking forward
to the hail of bullets.

I'm not like some cripple
you see on TV,

all smiles and fucking drool.

I want you to feel
what it's like
to pull the trigger.

I want to see you
display the courage
that doctor should have had

-to end my life
-For God's sakes, Buckley,
just shoot him

-and shut the motherfucker up!
-Shut up, Sam!

Shoot me.

Kill me.

Okay.

-[gunshots]
-[shouts]

Sam!

[straining]

Jesus! Somebody pull him up.
Pull him up!

Are you insane?

What took you so long?

I just thought
you were nodding at me

because you thought I was cute.

You, cute?

-[man] BP, 26...
-[man 2] It's still falling.

-He's crashed. Clear.
-[woman] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Clear.

No.

Wait. Wait. Hold it.
Uh, he's responsive.

-[man] Come on!
-We got him back.

[foreboding music playing]

[Dr. Orenbach] Dr. Green,
I think there's
an ethical issue.

Fetuses with Conradi syndrome
never come to full term.

[Dr. Green] We have
full consent from the mother.

[Dr. Orenbach] She can't
possibly understand the
long term complications.

-I just feel morally...
-[Dr. Green] Morality?

There's no morality
in this room.

[mysterious music playing]