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So, you're out there...

Moving rocks. Yes.

- Because?
- They were in the wrong place.

[laughs]

According to who?

According to the water
that is meant to flow there.

Not just sit stagnant like an invitation

for all the leptospira and giardia
in the area.

Okay.
So, you were moving the rocks from...

[man] From the bed to the stream.

It reduces the chance
of bacterial outbreak.

Look, the fact that these developers,
they don't even consider bacteria

when they dump a couple hundred
cubic feet of topsoil

onto an otherwise healthy hydro system...

Why were you doing it at night?

- Why not during the day?
- Because my days are busy.

All right, this state is full of rivers
on the brink of collapse.

I have reports that I have to write,
bids to submit.

Oh, then I'll just cut to the chase.

Why don't you tell me where you were
on the night of April 22nd?

- [phone beeps]
- On the 22nd?

I was at a conference in Albuquerque.

- Anyone who can confirm that?
- Only the 300 or so attendees.

Plus, the organizers.

Plus, the video that was uploaded
of the lecture I gave.

Can I go now? Are we done?

Do you have a wife, Mr. Graham?

Or girlfriend or sisters? Or...

I have three sisters.

Do me a favor.

Take a second to imagine how you'd feel
if one of those sisters

was tied up and raped at gunpoint.

Think about the commitment
you would expect

from the detectives working the case.

Now think about the witnesses
they brought in for questioning.

How you would hope that they would do
anything they could

to assist in the apprehension
of the monster

who could inflict such irreversible harm
on your sister.

[door opens]

Thank you
for your extremely valuable time.

Karen Duvall, Golden PD.
I'm looking for Grace Rasmussen.

[phone ringing]

Grace Rasmussen?

Right over there.

- Grace Rasmussen?
- Yeah.

I'm, uh, Karen Duvall.

I left a message, but I didn't hear back,
so I figured I'd drop by.

I'm a detective over in Golden.

My husband is Max Duvall.

Oh, Max the Knife.

Oh, is that, uh...

What can I do for you?

I'm working a rape case in my district.

I was talking it through with Max
last night.

He said you might have one that's similar.

Really? Tell me what you got.

So, when I told Max
about him making her shower,

that's what got his attention.
I guess your guy did too?

Yeah, 20 minutes. He set the kitchen timer

and told my victim not to come out
of the shower until it dinged.

[Karen] Mine was ten, and he stood there
watching her for every second of it.

- So not identical...
- No.

- And?
- [officer] Another win. Still undefeated.

I love it. [chuckles]

[Karen] So, then Max asked
if my guy carried a blue backpack,

which he did.

I... I guess yours did too?

[Grace] Yeah, but I don't know what color.

Hey, hop in, okay? I gotta be somewhere.

[police siren wailing in the distance]

[car engine starting]

I got the call around nine in the morning.

The victim was at the hospital
by the time I got to her.

Nice woman, late 50s.

Kinda fragile, you know?
Even before all this.

Our first interview,
she kept calling herself stupid

for leaving her window open.

Like every person in Colorado
doesn't leave a window cracked at night.

Yeah. She'd just moved into her place,
like, a couple of months before.

She wakes up in the middle of the night
with this weight on her back.

It's a man on top of her.
He pins her arms.

Tells her he's got a gun, he's gonna
use it if she gives him trouble.

- When was this?
- The 22nd. About a month ago.

He proceeds to rape her for three hours.

On and off.

I mean...

Same thing with my victim.

Stopping and starting for four hours.

Huh.

Well, after, he did the shower thing,
by the time she gets out, he's gone.

- Took her sheets, her pillow, blankets.
- Yeah, same with mine.

He left the scene so clean
you could eat off it.

My team searched every dumpster
within a two-mile radius, every trash can.

They scoured ditches, we dragged a pond,
hoping to find something.

The gun, her sheets, or...

- No luck?
- Nada.

I mean,
I got a few leads from the neighbors:

a cable guy some folks thought
was a bit creepy.

Which he was, but he's a cable guy, so...
[chuckles]

[Grace] Anyway, he checked out.

There were a few other shifty dudes,
some with assault records.

But I just cleared the last one yesterday.

So, you know, an asshole,
just not our asshole.

Billy Boy, you got the goods?

[indistinct chatter]

[phone beeps]

[phone chimes]

[rattling]

[Grace] I did get one promising
little bit of info this morning.

Turns out the victim's first husband,
whom she neglected to mention,

was convicted of rape 30 years ago.

- That's a weird coincidence.
- Yeah.

Wouldn't she recognize her ex?

You'd think,

but they divorced a couple lifetimes ago,
so who knows?

All I know is
it is an unanswered question,

so I am gonna ask it.

[sighs]

You can come.

Just let me do the talking.

- You got a nice morning light.
- [woman] That's why I picked it.

I figured, starting every day
with this view

would put me in a good frame of mind.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Oh, uh, let me move this
so you can sit down.

I'm sorry, I'm still in transition here.

[Grace] No, I get it. No need to explain.

So... [sighs]

listen, I want to ask you
about your first husband,

Richard Jackson.

Oh, wow, Richie.

You know, I haven't even
thought about him since, uh...

God, I don't know when.

Yeah, you didn't mention him
when we talked before.

Yeah, well, that's what's called
successful denial.

I mean, it was all so stupid.
I was 19. He was bad news.

And after a few months of hell,
he left me for another girl,

and I went crawling home
with my tail between my legs.

Did you know he'd been convicted of rape
before you married?

- He had?
- Yes. He served six months.

- Does that surprise you?
- A little.

I mean, I guess not really, no.

I ask because his rape record
is relevant here.

Wait a minute. Are you saying that
you think he could be the one?

- Uh, it definitely gets my attention.
- Oh, no. No, there's no way.

Richie was five-five on a tall day.

And plus, he's my age now.

No, this man was young,

and tall, and strong.

- Mm.
- But I guess you'll look into that.

I know you have to do your job.

I do,

but I hear you.

You know, I'm glad that you came by,
though. I was gonna call you.

I realized something today.

This is the drawer
that I put my cash in and...

Well, this morning I went to get it -
and I thought I'd go to the market -

and it was gone.

He must have taken it.

- How much was it?
- Two hundred dollars.

I'm also missing a camera.

Um, I looked through everything,
but it's... it's just not there.

- He must have taken that too.
- What kind of camera is it?

A Sony Cyber-shot.
You know, one of the pink ones.

- [Grace] Anything else missing?
- No, just those two things.

Okay.

And, um...

how are you doing in general?

Me?

Yeah, you.

I'll be all right.

I mean, I... I'll be fine. I just, uh...

need to...

[chuckles]
Well, there's a lot that I need to do.

Yeah, then I will leave you to it.

And like I said before,
if... if anything comes up...

Yes, of course.
I'll... I'll call you right away.

- Thank you for your time.
- Thank you, Detective.

Can I just ask one question?

[woman] Yes, of course.

Did you happen to notice
if your assailant had a birthmark?

Uh... Oh, no, I don't.
I explained this to Detective Rasmussen

that I still can't really call up
any visual memories of...

I... I remember sounds.
The camera clicking, I remember that.

And the backpack zipping and unzipping,
but no images.

It's really common, Sarah.
It's self-defense.

For some people, locking in on every
single visual detail is what helps them.

But for you, it was the opposite.
It was shuttin' it all out.

Well, I'm... Anyway, I'm sorry
that I can't be more helpful.

Please don't apologize for doing
what you needed to do to feel safe.

- I'm sorry.
- [Grace scoffs]

- All right.
- [Grace] Okay.

- Thanks again.
- Thank you.

[Karen] A pink Cyber-shot is the camera

Amber's rapist used
to take pictures of her.

He stole it from your victim
and used it on mine.

Hey, get the local and national
sales figures

on pink Sony Cyber-shot cameras,

then suss out from that how many
there might be in circulation around here.

Thanks.

I asked you not to talk.

[car engine starting]

I know her, okay?

Her psyche is held together
by spit and a prayer.

She does not need more questions
about the rape fired at her

- from yet another person with a badge.
- Okay. I'm sorry, it seems relevant.

One she's never met.

Well, you could have introduced me.

- Just...
- Fine.

[sighs]

She's my victim. This is my case.

I said fine.

So what else?

What else did you learn from your victim
besides the birthmark?

Uh, he speaks four languages.

He's visited the Philippines,
Korea, Thailand.

Possible military.

Yep.

It sounds like there's enough similarities

to warrant opening our full files
to each other.

I agree.

I'll send you access codes.
You do the same?

Yeah, sounds good.

[phone ringing]

- [phone beeps]
- Yeah. I'm here.

I just pulled up.

I'll try to get to her
before she hears about it.

Colleen, how would I know
how they got her name?

I got this. It's 5:00.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

I see her. She's still working.
I'll let you know.

[phone beeps]

Marie.

Marie.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I thought I would give you a ride home.

I have my bike.

- I can put it in the back.
- [phone vibrates]

- [phone beeps]
- Don't.

- Don't what?
- Don't look at that.

- Wh... why?
- Just let me have it.

Stop! What are you doing?

I am trying to take care of you.

- Just stop!
- [Judith] Marie, really?

- [phone beeps]
- Oh, boy.

These are from everybody.

Some of these people I barely even know.

[phone continues beeping and vibrating]

- I guess someone gave them my name?
- I guess, yes.

Who would do that?

[Judith] I don't know, honey.

[phone ringing]

- Don't answer that.
- [phone beeps]

Marie, for goodness sake.

- Hello?
- [indistinct chatter]

Yeah, well, I told you not to pick up.

Why won't you listen to me?

[phone ringing]

Marie, if you answer that, I swear to God.

Well, maybe it's a friend.

Honey, you don't have any friends
right now.

It's true.

I mean, my God, look at what your
so-called friends did to you.

[phone continues ringing]

Sometimes you can be really mean, Judith.
You know that?

Marie?

Marie, get back in the car.

[grunting]

Marie, I am driving.

Marie.

Marie!

Marie!

[car horn honking]

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
have to ask you all to leave.

[reporter]
We're just trying to do our job.

[Becca] And I'm also trying to do my job.

This is private property,
and you can't be here.

Is that her?

- [phone ringing]
- [grunts]

[sobbing]

[man] How about this one?

No. Not what I'm after.

Thanks.

This is the closest to pink I've got.

Yeah, it's not what I'm after.

Okay. Well, call me if something turns up?

- Sure. Good luck.
- Thanks. Later.

- Still here?
- Yeah.

I just came back to hit those
last two apartments.

- Anything?
- No.

No one heard anything,
no one saw anything.

All right, thanks.

Yep.

It's a victim's compensation fund,
set up to make up any lost wages,

any medical expenses.

Anyway, give 'em a call.

Even if you haven't lost job hours...

there's a cost to trauma.

If you need a therapist...

Have you gotten him?

The man who attacked you?

Yes.

Not yet, no.

Do you know who he is?

Not yet.

However, I did discover another assault,

very similar to yours,
that happened in the area recently.

So, y... you think it might be
the same person?

The same...

Possibly, yes.

So, that means
he's gonna do it again, right?

To someone else?

I mean, who just rapes two people
and then...

Not if we catch him first.

I read if the rapist isn't found
within seven days,

the odds that he'll ever get caught
drop significantly.

Is that true?

Um, statistically, yes,
but every case is...

So, basically, if you don't find this guy
in five days, you never will.

No. As I said, that is not necessarily...

Yeah, well, I'm a mathematician.

I believe the numbers.

So, given that you have five days
to catch this guy,

what are you doing here?

[Karen] Did we get
the surveillance footage

from the businesses
near Amber's apartment yet?

- Yeah, I sent you the links.
- [Karen] How about the lab reports?

Not back yet.

[Karen] Why not?

I don't know, just...

Just what?

How long does it take
to process a rape kit?

That's not a rhetorical question.

Uh, about a day or so
if we request a rush.

[Karen] Did we?

Request a rush?

- Yes.
- [Karen] And it's been...

49, 50 hours
since our victim left the hospital?

No one thought to pick up a phone,
call the lab,

ask where it is?

You know the labs are always late.
I'm sure the report's on the way.

Oh, really? You're sure?

Great. Mia, relax.

Everything's right on track.

Morris is sure of it.

I'm not the enemy, Detective.
You don't have to yell at me.

I sure shouldn't have to.

Look around, Morris.

What do you see?

I'll answer that.

A whole lot of human beings.

All well-intentioned,
but wildly capable of error.

And fine. Fallibility, I get that.

But when we're talking
about a violent rapist,

a guy who, at any minute,
could break into another woman's house

and scar another woman for life...

Because this is not something
people get over.

This is something they carry
with them forever,

like a bullet in the spine.

[in raised tone] So, given that, yeah,
I do expect everyone on my team

to give me 100 percent of their effort
100 percent of the time.

Right, got it.

[Karen] And that means triple-checking
that the work is done right,

the report is thorough,
and the lab delivers its results on time.

If that seems beyond your capabilities
or your field of interest,

maybe another team would be a better fit.

The labs had a mix-up on their end.

- They're sending them over now.
- [Karen] Well, there you go.

Check this out.

It's a pattern that was on the frame
of the sliding door

to the Westminster victim's deck.

From what?

Clothing?

I don't know.

It could be a glove,
but judging by their notes,

Westminster doesn't know either.

- That's the whole Westminster file?
- Mm-hmm.

It's huge. They're...

thorough.

[Karen] Yeah.

That's Grace Rasmussen.

- She's impressive.
- You worked with her before?

No.

We just met once, way back.

I don't think she remembers.

I was a rookie. She was in Narcotics.

Well, she runs a good investigation.

It's gonna take us a while
to get through all this.

- Yeah, split it up between the four of us.
- Okay.

Cancel your dinner plans, guys,
we got work to do.

[sighs softly]

Mommy?

I'm scared.

Oh, baby.

Of what?

It's okay, sweetie.

I got you.

That one, right there.
That's the cleanest shot I could find.

Will it get me a plate?

[man] I don't know.
That's pretty shitty video. We'll see.

How long does it take?

A few seconds. Hang tight.

[man] How's the man?

- Fine.
- [man] His knee better?

Yeah.

You know, going all monosyllabic on me
isn't gonna make that program go faster.

I'm sorry. Uh...

It's fine. He's been icing it.
Says it's at 90%.

[man] Good, we need him back at shortstop.

We're playing Lakewood, they got that guy
who played in the minors.

Oh, shit.

[Karen] What?

That's it?

- I can't read that plate.
- Like I said, with an image this low res.

Use a better program.

This is the best program that exists,
anywhere.

It's what the FBI uses, CIA, everyone.

But there's a plate number there.

Right there.

- I can almost see it.
- Let me see if I can grab a better frame.

[Karen sighs]

Maybe you can get stronger
surveillance video from another store?

I checked.

Give me a sec.

[Mia] It's frustrating.

Yes.

At least I know it's a Mazda
with a broken mirror.

- I'll do a full dig on that.
- Great.

- [Mia] Oh, hey, before you go.
- What?

We got foreign DNA off Amber's face.

Now, don't get too excited,
it's only about seven or eight skin cells.

Hey.

Eight cells is eight more cells
than nothing.

Is CBI doing a Y-STR?

Yes.

Okay.

[Karen] Let me know when it gets back.

[exhales]

[woman]
I'm thinking it's a simple request.

Let me see all the birthmarks
that have come through

- the state prison system.
- [Grace] Right.

No, the state doesn't file them that way.

[Grace laughs]

Instead, they have one big category for...
"body markings."

Oh, Lordy.

Birthmarks, yes, but also scars.

- And biggest subset, of course...
- Tattoos.

And they don't group these tats
by body part either.

That would make way too much sense.

I mean, ass tattoos
of all kinds of crazy shit,

including one ass tattoo of an ass.

Penis tattoos.

- One of which said "mom."
- [Grace chuckles]

Anyway, I also made my way through
the birthmarks.

There were quite a few on legs.

Only one matched
the other victim's description,

and the owner of that was a guest
of the State at the time of both assaults.

So, long story interminable,
whoever our guy is,

he's never been arrested or locked up
in the good state of Colorado.

[Grace] Ah, shit. Oh, well.

He also hasn't pawned off the pink
Cyber-shot camera anywhere in the county.

- I checked.
- Yeah.

So did I.

But thanks, I mean, good.

Rosemarie, Detective Karen Duvall.

OIC in the Golden case.

Hmm. Any relation to Max the Knife?

- [Grace] Her husband.
- [Rosemarie] Really?

Interesting.

This is Elias.
Elias is a data analysis intern.

He's shadowing me this month.

Maybe I'll get a tattoo of an ass
on my ass.

- It's kinda meta.
- [Rosemarie chuckles]

What's up?

So, it's the same block
as my victim's apartment.

It does 11 passes
over the course of a few hours.

Couldn't pull a plate.

And it disappears a few hours
before the rape,

but I don't know, it bugs me.

Why's it driving by so many times
in the middle of the night?

Could be lots of possible reasons.
Fight with the wife, maybe?

Recharging a dead battery?

Cruising for blow jobs?

Um...

Anyway, uh, I'm looking into Mazda sales.

I'm seeing if any body shops
or dealerships

have a record of one with a broken mirror,
all that.

Okay, well, let me know if you need
a car guy. 'Cause I got a good one.

[Karen] I also got our labs back.

Uh, we got a few skin cells
off our victim's face.

Seven, eight maybe.

Not enough for a full DNA profile.

- So, no CODIS.
- No, lab's doing Y-STRs.

CODIS is the FBI database where all
the millions of DNA profiles are stored.

In order for a DNA profile to be entered
into the CODIS database,

it has to be a 13-loci profile.
That's a lot more than eight cells.

[Grace] Oh, my God, woman.

You need a threshold amount of spit
or semen or blood or skin.

No, I... I understood. I studied genetics.

Don't be underestimating my intern.

When the sample size
is too small for CODIS,

there's another DNA test we can use:

Y-STRs, which look for
short tandem repeats in the DNA.

Still with us, Mr. Genome?

Sure, the test looks for repetitive
small sequences

of DNA on the Y chromosome.

Mm. Mr. Genome sure is.

And since only men have the Y chromosome,

this test automatically
cuts the suspect pool in half.

Correct. No women.

And can narrow it down,
but can't make a positive ID.

[Rosemarie] Correct again.

The Y-STR result can only tell if a male
is from a certain bloodline or family.

It can't tell which male
in the family it is,

or even if it was just one.

It could be one guy
or a guy and his brother,

a guy and his father.

The family that rapes together...

We got a tiny sample too,
from her kitchen timer.

CBI did Y-STRs on ours too.

We should have CBI compare
our two samples.

Just did.

Oh.

Good.

What?

Just a thought.

[chuckles]

- What?
- Okay, uh,

say, for the sake of argument,
we're looking at the same guy.

Yeah?

Two rapes,

all he leaves behind
is a handful of cells?

That's less than I'll leave
on this counter.

- Your point?
- I only know two groups of people

who are that DNA-conscious.

Smart criminals, of which we both know
there are very few,

and, uh...

Let's take a walk.

Oh, shit, I don't want it to be a cop.

It might not be.

Yeah, but you're right. It might.

How about this?

We reach out to IA
in every department in a...

a 50-mile radius.

We tell 'em what we got,

and we ask 'em, "Is there anyone
on your rolls who raises a red flag?"

[chuckles] Okay.

Yeah, well, I... I see that playing out
in one of two ways.

One, IA helps us,

and inside of ten seconds,
everyone knows we think it might be a cop.

Or two, IA doesn't help us,

and inside of ten seconds,
everyone knows we think it might be a cop.

I mean, maybe it's different in Golden,

but here, that is a speedy way
to get yourself iced out

of all the support you're gonna need
on this investigation.

Right?

All right, let's think about it.

[Karen] Right. Nice to see you too.

[indistinct rock music playing]

You've investigated dirty cops, right?

Uh, not me personally,

but our office, sure.

That's the Attorney General domain.

It's tricky, huh?

It can be,

but dirty's dirty.

♪ Where do I sleep at night? ♪

- Why, you got one?
- I don't know.

Maybe.

♪ Tell me why ♪

Well...

watch your step.

♪ Where do I sleep at night? ♪

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[knock at door]

[knocking continues]

[Connor] Marie, it's me.

Hey.

[Marie sobs]

I hate people.

[Marie] Me too.

Maybe you don't want to talk about it,

but I want you to know, I never
told the cops I didn't believe you.

I wouldn't have.

'Cause I did.

I guess I ju... I don't understand why.

Connor, do you know how many situations
I have been in

where grown-ups want something messed-up
from me that I don't want to give them?

Or they want me to say something
that I don't want to say,

or they want me to do something
that I don't want to do?

A lot.

Like, a lot a lot.

And when I was little,
I... I... I used to...

fight back.

And I thought if I was
a big enough asshole,

they wouldn't mess with me.
And that's just not how...

that's just not how it works.

I had this foster dad once that was
just messing with me, and I bit him, hard.

He slapped me across the face
ten times harder.

When they're bigger than you,
you can't win.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

[sighs] Just...
I want all of that to go away.

It will.

No, not, like, away,
but it'll all get smaller.

It'll stop mattering.

Like this stuff, I promise...

one day,

pretty soon really,
no one will remember any of it.

And then something else
that's none of their business at all

will come along, and they'll be
more interested in that instead.

And by then, I'll have my license.

Yeah.

And you'll have saved up...

and bought yourself a car.

And I can go wherever I want,
whenever I want.

Exactly.

Come on.

Where?

You won't pass if you don't practice.

- Okay.
- [Connor] Woo!

Woo!

- [chuckles]
- Come on!

Yeah!

[chuckles]

[screams]

- Woo-hoo!
- [Marie screams]

[screams]

[Connor] Woo-hoo!

[car engine shuts off]

I don't think there's anyone else
who could've made me feel better today.

There is no way that I was gonna let you
deal with all that alone.

Do you ever wish we were still dating?

Sure. Sometimes.

But...

you know that I...

Right.

God the Father disapproved.

I do better when I feel good
about my choices.

When they feel right.

I know. I like that about you.

But maybe someday we could get married.

You'd have to join the church.

I could do that.

You should come with me.

You'd like it.

All right.

Really?

Yeah, sure.

All right, uh,

night.

[seat belt unbuckles]

Night.

Hi. I'm here.

[Ty] Hey. Hey, are you good?

Becca told me it's been
kinda crazy around here.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Right on.

Okay, good night.

Oh, uh, hang on.

This, uh...

this came for you.

What'cha got?

Uh, I don't...

Hmm.

- What? Wh... wh... what is this?
- I think, uh...

Shoot, I think it's a, uh,
criminal citation.

What does that mean?

I guess...

Yeah, it says they're charging you
for something called "false reporting."

Okay, um...

but I... I... I... I never did
an... anything criminal ever.

Yeah, don't freak out, okay?
We'll get this sorted out.

I mean, it... it's too late
to do anything tonight.

But first thing tomorrow,
we'll figure out what's going on.

Okay, but I... I... I cannot be charged
with a crime.

I mean, you... you said that
when I moved in.

- I can't have any criminal charges.
- Marie, relax.

- Does this mean I'm gonna get kicked out?
- No, we don't know what it means.

Well, it might mean that.

Marie, don't react
to what you don't know, okay?

Right now, this is just something
we need a little more information about.

That's all.

Okay?

Okay?

She's condescending.

That's just Rasmussen being Rasmussen.

- You'll get used to it.
- I don't wanna get used to it.

Maybe she should get used to me.

[chuckles] I'll tell her you said that.

Hey, Detective,
can you go easy on my wife, please?

She's really sensitive.

- Hey, easy, easy. Let me get that.
- Shit.

- No, I'll get it.
- Ma'am, ma'am, back away from the sink.

[sighs]

It's not her.

I can handle her.

It's the case.

You don't say.

Every lead's either a dead end,
or it's too thin to hold onto.

The one thread we have,
the serial rapist angle,

we only found by dumb luck.

Don't knock dumb luck.

Seriously, if you didn't
happen to work in Westminster

and didn't happen to know the details
of Rasmussen's case,

I might not have even found out.

But you did. So...

[Karen sighs]

I gotta go.

What?

What if he knows that?

What if who knows what?

That stations don't talk to each other.

That as long he only hits once
in each district,

no one will ever know
they're chasing a serial rapist?

- You're gonna be late.
- Gonna be late.

Go. I'll figure it out.

[Max] I love you.

[door closes]

[computer keys clacking]

- Here's the thing.
- My God, woman.

We're gonna have to get you
your own coffee mug.

A guy that smart about DNA

is probably smart about other aspects
of police procedure too.

Like?

Like, maybe he knows that when a case
gets entered into the CISC,

it's just the basic data
that gets entered, it's not the details.

Here, look.

Oh, sorry, am I in your way?

Just for instance,

- pulling up a random rape entry.
- [Grace sighs]

You get the dispatch, case number,
lab reports, any arrests.

Okay, well, believe it or not, I do happen
to know what CISC looks like.

But hardly any investigative narrative.
No details, or not many.

There's a tab for it here.

Again, I am familiar.

But how many officers do you know

who take the time to fill out an A-plus
incident report in the first place,

let alone go the extra mile
of actually typing it into CICS?

Well, it... it depends.
I mean, for murder, maybe...

half the time.

Yeah, but for rape?

[scoffs]

Right.

So...

what if our guy knows that?

Knows that the odds of a cop
in Westminster and a cop in Golden

sharing specific evidence

about their investigations
are pretty slim.

And as long as he keeps moving, as long
as he never hits twice in the same town...

You could have detectives
from eight different departments

investigating eight identical rapes

with no clue they're all chasing
the same guy.

Exactly.

Let me guess.

Those are case numbers from every rape
that's happened in the county?

State.

Within the last three years?

Five.

Bitch, you are on your game.

Okay, let's do this.

Let's make some calls
and find some shit out.

[chuckles]

Hey, Detective,
Detective Duvall, Golden PD.

I'm investigating a rape in my district.

I'm hoping to get more information
about a case of yours.

[Karen] We're looking for cases
that might be the same perpetrator.

I was hoping I could ask you
a couple of questions

- about case number 1131-204.
- Morning.

Uh-huh, sure.

[Rosemarie] Morning.

Well, good morning to you too.

Yeah, sexual assault
from about nine months back.

I was looking for some information
about a specific case number.

[Karen] One, one, three, five, dash...

One, dash, one, one,
dash, three, zero, zero.

One, one, dash...

Yeah, rape/robbery.

Uh-huh.

- No?
- Thank you.

No?

- Okay. Yeah, thanks.
- Thank you.

It's a rape case you investigated
about a year and a half ago.

One, zero, six, six,
dash, six, two, three.

[safe keypad beeping]

Yeah. I will wait.

Okay, thanks for your time.

[sighs]

One, dash, zero, nine,
dash, six, three, four, four, zero, four.

Yeah, I'll wait.

Sorry, that wasn't in the database.

No, good for you.
One less creep out there.

[phone line ringing]

Do you love me?

I do.

[both chuckle]

Yeah, this is Detective Rasmussen
from the Westminster PD.

Yes, pl...

Sure. I'd love to be put on hold.

[Daisy]...you, Heavenly Father,
for this food.

I love this family and thank you
for all the food we get. Amen.

[all] Amen.

Yeah, it's, uh, it's 1-10-433300.

Hi, Detective, this is Detective Duvall
from over in Golden.

[sighs]

[Grace] Hey.

Is that her?

[sighs] Yeah.

It kills me that I don't have anything
to tell her.

No, we don't have him.

No, sorry. No suspects.

Leads? Nope, none of those either.

No, all we know...

is some anonymous man out there

stole something from you...

that you'll never get back.

You and one other person.

Mm, two.

What?

Two other people.

I got a match. Aurora.

Eighteen months ago.
Doris Laird, 72, a fraternity mother.

Intruder, black mask. Backpack.
Tied her up. Took photos.

Threatened to post them
if she told anyone.

Made her shower.
Left a squeaky-clean crime scene.

Six feet, 200 pounds.

To date, has not been caught.

- Holy mo.
- [Grace] Mm-hmm.

So, here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna merge our investigations.

Today. Right now.

You're gonna move over to my joint.

It's no offense,
but we've got better toys.

We're gonna bring in the FBI.
We're gonna bring in the CBI.

We're gonna exploit every
goddamn resource available to us,

and we're gonna find
that sick motherfucker.

We're gonna find him and arrest him.

And we're gonna put him away

before he has a chance
to hurt someone else, which you know...

you know, he is out there planning to do.