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PROFILER
1X10: SHATTERED SILENCE

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 01/11/1997
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD

Natalie told me about the baby-

This guy is throwing his arms
around like he's trying to

rope some kind of steer or something.
What's up with that?

That's Grimes from D.C. Senior Agent, Operations.
He's probably describing

the glories of North Dakota. When you
screw up, that's where they send you.

Screw up? How can they
blame Bailey for Molly

Sargucci's murder when he
was in Arkansas with me?

It was Jack.

No, no. No way, not this time.
There were no messages, no

roses, no nothing. Besides,
he didn't even know Sargucci.

He didn't kill Bailey. He just
stole his badge and pinned

it on Molly Sargucci's body.
Now, why would he do that?

To embarrass the bureau?

I don't know. Whatever it
is, he's changed his M.O.

V.C.T.F. Brubaker.

Put it in perspective, Malone. I'm
not the enemy. I helped you get

this outfit on its feet. Believe
me, I want you to make it work.

Try this perspective: You're here to put a
patch on the bureau's black eye. Your only

stake in the V.C.T.F. is how it helps or
hurts your own career. Have a lovely day.

From the look on your
face, I'd say you want

to place a bet about
how soon I get the ax.

Absolutely. Ten bucks. You want in?

You're on. I'm not going anywhere.

We got one. Huntsville, Alabama. A
doctor with top security clearance

is missing from his house, and D.C.
wants us on it right away.

Any witnesses?

None reported. There's some weird
thing about some needles, too.

Let's roll. Five minutes.

Aren't you on vacation?

Technically, but I figure, with everything
going on, you'd want all hands on deck.

We can handle it, Nathan. Go on home.
You deserve it.

Ok.

Vacations? I--I didn't know they
gave us vacations around here.

In your case, John, we don't.

Dr. Karl Kronenberg, single, 43,
Chief of Cardiology at Huntsville

Physician's Hospital. His housemaid came in
this morning around 11:00 and found this.

Do we have a point of break-in?

Yeah, the broken skylight.
Neighbors heard nothing.

There is a back road.

He'd been flying?

Just got back from Moscow this morning.
He was one

of the doctors consulting
on Yeltsin's bypass.

Long trip. Probably just wanted to
get home, have a shower and a nap.

They really knew his habits. They knew he
liked to sit in this chair to read his mail.

So he comes in, decides to sit
down and catch up, and --

He turns into a dart board.
You guys think this could be

international, maybe, uh ....
one of Yeltsin's rivals?

Right-wingers?

No ... if it was a hit,
why would you use hypos?

I'd say he was abducted.

No ransom demands. At least, not yet.

I don't think they want a ransom.

You're right. If you kidnap
somebody for money, it's business.

You don't take any risks
you don't have to.

You don't do it alone.

Well, this guy was definitely alone.
That's why

he used so many syringes,
so he wouldn't miss.

Some kind of a drug, something hard and fast.
When do we have forensics?

Early tomorrow.

Uh, guys, I don't get it.
If you want to abduct

somebody, why not just use a gun?
Why get so fancy?

Well, I think that the syringe is
part of his psychosis. You know, we

shouldn't eliminate the possibility
that this could be the work of a woman.

Neighbors say that Kronenberg
doesn't smoke, so we're running hair

fibers from the pillows and obviously
saliva from the cigarettes.

Huntsville P.D. believes we've
got a real cool pro on our

hands, waited up here until
the needles did their work.

And why would you wait up here?
You might not hear him come in.

Especially with the TV on.

Why would you tune to an unused channel?

Bailey, what's up with you?

Two years ago, another doctor fell off the planet.
Same city, same M.O.

I have a bad feeling it's
a repeat performance.

Bailey!

I was just going to call you.

I heard about what happened on the news.
I'm calling Lawrence.

We're friends. It's
happening again.

I think so, too, but we're not sure yet.
Let's talk in my office.

Anybody we know?
I've never seen her before.

Two years ago, things
were mishandled, and I

still think that if you
had stayed on it --

Agents get reassigned
all the time, Barbara.

I kept up with the

investigation, we talked ...
every two weeks,

there's nothing I could've
done that wasn't done.

You're right. Lawrence is dead,
and I've come to grips with that.

But it's a tragedy that
didn't need to be repeated.

I've got a new team. We're on it.

Then please, Bailey, promise
me that you'll stick

with it this time. I
want this person caught.

I promise.

Hey.

Hey. We got the results in from the
residue from the Kronenberg hypodermics.

Why are some of the needles
yellow and others blue?

Oh, it seems that some of them
have a chemical that turns blue

in contact with blood. It's, uh ...
it's, uh ... "tubo ...

tubocure ... " anyway, whatever.
Some kind of chloride.

It's a neuromuscular blocking
agent used in surgery.

Yeah. Also in poison arrows.
That's curare, John.

Welcome to the jungle.

Good morning.

Morning.

We've just landed a full-scale National
Security flap, so heads up, and I'll tell you

how we got there. Two years ago, Dr. Lawrence
Chapin disappeared from his home in

Huntsville, same M.O. as yesterday.
Dr. Chapin

was a hearing specialist
of national reputation.

Like his friend Karl Kronenberg, they
both had high security clearance.

Uh, I started the background
you asked for in the

Kronenberg case this morning.
Chapin and Kronenberg

worked together on three
top federal cases in six

years: Space flight research
with defense spin-offs.

Chapin also has a degree in
engineering and ran a lab.

Let's go back there, have another look.

All right. I'll set it up.

Well, I worked the case for
about a minute, I looked

into the security angle and
I didn't find anything.

Two friends, doctors,
vanish nearly two years

apart, no bodies, it's ...
kind of creepy.

Your friend from yesterday?

Barbara Chapin, his wife. Of
course, we gave her a look, but

she checked out. She was
visiting her parents in Oregon.

What's Barbara Chapin doing in Atlanta?

Well, the Atlanta Bureau was
handling the kidnapping. She lived

it night and day. Felt cut off in
Huntsville, so she moved here.

Another tantalizing angle
I never got to explore:

forty-six love letters we
found in Chapin's office.

No signature. We thought it might lead to a
romantic abduction, but they led nowhere.

Still, it might tie into the
possibility Sam raised,

that the abductor is a woman.
Sam, have a look at these.

Thanks.

So there's no match on either house.

A few smudged prints on the paper.
Nothing we could match.

Look at this.

The, uh, the needles form ... a pattern.
Not all of them, just the ones in

blue, the ones with curare. Look,
Chapin and Kronenberg. The same thing.

Sort of reminds me of a tattoo.
The victims are being marked

with a symbol. It must mean
something to the kidnapper.

Isn't it backwards? I
mean, it would make the

reverse on the bodies,
some kind of mirror image.

Yeah.

I'll get research on it. Ok.
The average kidnapping

turns into murder after 48 hours.
We've already had 21.

We're on the clock.

You hear that? That's the sound
that a radio or tv makes

when it's not tuned to a station.
It's called white noise.

What's the connection?

Well, I went back, and I reread
the police report from the Chapin

abduction. Now, they found cigarette
butts in the bathroom sink, so the

abductor waited in the
back room, just like at

the Kronenberg house, and ...
look at this.

See that black smear on
the edge of the tub?

That's cigarette ash,
so the tub was wet.

Shower. He was using the
shower to create white noise.

Exactly. Just like the
tv in Kronenberg's den.

The kidnapper needs white noise.

So let's say he's psychotic.
He hears things, voices.

He uses the white noise
to drown them out.

Well, I thought about that, but it just
didn't feel right, so I went back,and I

found that white noise is also used to
treat people who suffer from tinnitus.

It's got to be more than just
a ringing in the ears, Sam.

Well, maybe not. I mean, chronic tinnitus
has driven people crazy, even to

the point of suicide. White noise is
one of the few things that masks it.

Chapin's specialty.

Hearing loss and deafness.
He would've been an

expert on tinnitus. So
that's our connection.

Our connection to what? First an
ear doctor, now a heart surgeon.

Why is somebody
kidnapping doctors?

I would've come to your office,
Bailey, but thank you.

We think the kidnappings are
linked to your husband's work with

tinnitus. Any ideas?

It's funny. All these months, we've
always talked about him as the case.

Well, that's how it usually goes.
Work gets kind of impersonal.

Almost needs to be.

We've never talked about ourselves.

It seems like I know a lot about you.

That's because you've got a file on me.

That's true. Ok. Fire away.

Well, I already know you're
very devoted to your

job, but what does your
family do without you?

My family does very well without me ...
or so I'm told.

You split up? Well, it's her loss.
Do you have any kids?

Two daughters. They're in Baltimore.

Lawrence and I never did
get around to children.

What are their names?
Ariana and Frances.

I'm trying to cross-reference
Kronenberg's patient list. The

good news is, we have access
to Chapin's lab this morning.

Something's wrong. Maybe I made a mistake.
Maybe it's not Tinnitus.

You're back to my voices
in the head theory?

Well, I don't know, I
mean -- but if you've got

tinnitus, and white noise
helps, why wouldn't you buy

something like a little portable radio?
That way,

you could listen to the
static over the earphones.

Yeah, you don't need to go around
turning on tv's and showers.

Right. So maybe you don't have
an actual medical problem.

Maybe it is just a mental one.

A hallucination?

Yeah, but you refuse to believe that, so the
white noise gets to be like a ritual. It

comforts you, even though the -- the tinnitus
is an illusion. It's all in your head.

Psychotic?

Yes, but it isn't erratic. I mean,
you're sitting there smoking,

patiently waiting for your prey. I
mean, that's very controlled. So

this person thinks that the white
noise will help, but it can't.

We should take a look at regional
sanatoriums, uh, mental institutions.

And we should check for anybody
who has a history of ...

I don't know, call it
hypochondriac sound fantasy.

Is that a real thing?

Just go with it. You know, somebody who
thinks that they have chronic tinnitus.

You know, they have drugs
for auditory illusions.

Let's run a list of users.

Ok.

I was Dr. Chapin's research coordinator.
I guess, in a strange way, I still am.

We're continuing his work -- slowing
down without him, of course.

And you worked with him on tinnitus?

For about a year. Very promising.
We actually got

started with a grant from
NASA to create silence.

I suppose that's not as simple
as it sounds, so to speak.

No. Even midnight in a graveyard isn't actually quiet.
It's all relative. You might

hear crickets, but not a distant airplane.
Certain sounds cancel others out.

And this works on tinnitus
better than white noise?

Oh, yeah. Much better. Completely.

There, now tell me what you hear.

Kind of a--a hum? Now nothing.

Did d--
Sam, nothing's coming out.

Something's wrong with my voice.
That's amazing. You've

completely neutralized it.
Impressive, isn't it?

Your voice was totally gone.

No, no. Not gone. I -- I took it.
I made it inaudible.

It's called phase cancellation.
We measure

the frequency and overtones
of your voice and then

generate the exact sounds
to cancel them out.

I can see why the top security. This
has huge military capabilities.

Stealth technology, submarines ...

What is this symbol?

Phase zero? It's a symbol
we use for maximum quiet.

We'd also like to see Dr. Chapin's office.
Is that around somewhere?

Oh, uh, sure. Well, follow me.

This is his office? But I
thought that he owned the lab.

He did. He used to have a
big corner office upstairs.

I never understood why
he wanted to move here,

but he insisted emphatically
just before he disappeared.

Well, holler if you
need anything, ok?

Thanks.

Thanks.

Well, we have files, files,
files, files, files, desk stuff.

Why would a guy who rates
an office upstairs ...

want to be down here?

Stapler.

Salt substitute.

Pills.

What kind of pills?

He's got Vitamin C, aspirin, vitamin E.

He had a heart problem. He's alive.

Who is?

Chapin. He had a bad
heart, but he's not dead.

I see where you're going with this.
The stairs.

He didn't want to keep
going up and down

Right, and the salt substitute,
the vitamins, the aspirin-

If he had a heart problem, we'd
have found medical records.

His wife would have known
something about it.

She never said anything. She sure as hell would've.
I mean, why keep it a secret?

Keep those fat federal grants rolling in.

Ok, then where is he? It's been two years.

I don't know, but he was
developing a state of the art

treatment for tinnitus
. Whoever took him wanted it.

Excuse me, you've got a
phone call on line 3.

You can take it right there.

Malone. Yeah.

You think we'd have run a test
if we knew he was hanging there?

What was the M.E.'S preliminary?
Was he killed first?

No. He died right here.

When's the last time somebody took
a look back here, Mr. Escobar?

About an hour ago. We had a J-40 scheduled
for a compliance burn at noon. That's a 20

minute test at full throttle. The deflectors
took care of the blast. It was the sound.

That's what killed him?

Yes, ma'am. That's what it was.
You run a J-40 without

baffles, it's not really a
sound, it's one long explosion.

It was a demonstration of what
it's like to live with a sound so

monstrous, you'd do anything to stop it.

But why kidnap Kronenberg to treat
Chapin's heart and then kill him?

Because Kronenberg failed. I
mean, if a man is dying, and the

doctor can't save him, you
don't need the doctor anymore.

We're exploring the premise that
for the last two years, Lawrence

Chapin has been a slave, that
his captor hears a sound which

is so deafening and constant
that he or she is convinced that

Lawrence Chapin can build a
phase zero device to stop it.

Chapin's kept in a straightjacket of
curare, but his heart is failing.

So obviously, Kronenberg was kidnapped
to help him. We searched the

pharmaceutical computer networks and found this.
You want to punch that up there?

Sure.

This is a prescription written by
Kronenberg after he disappeared.

Ok, let's assume Chapin's still alive.
How bad is he?

He's got congestive heart failure.
Started

seeing a specialist in
1994, not Kronenberg.

He sure is worried about
losing that grant money.

You know, with regular
treatment, he could live.

But he isn't getting any treatment.

His heart pumps so slowly that he
fills up with fluids. This drug

lasodril is a powerful I.V. diuretic
. It's tricky to use outside of a hospital.

So while Chapin was
going critical,

Kronenberg was in Russia.
Pretty bad timing.

Kronenberg gets back
. Chapin's so ill that, short

of an Intensive Care Unit,
no one can save him.

That's the ironic thing. Chapin has always
been doomed to fail. I mean, the sound

isn't real, so there's no phase zero
machine ever built that could stop it.

Right here -- help me, please
. Come on, help me out, all right?

Come on. Hey, please, come on, help me out.
Please help me.

Who are you? Why are you doing this?

Hey.

How's it going with the letters?

Well, read in hindsight
it's clear to see that the

writer didn't love him
- she needed his help.

"only you can give me what I need."

Right, "to make life worth
living" or "I can't

live without you,"
it's things like that.

He was a salvation, or at
least she thought he was.

Mmm. Bailey ... can I ask
you a personal question?

Is there something going on
between you and Barbara Chapin?

Do you know what you're getting into here?
I mean, have

you even told her that
Chapin might still be alive?

We don't know that's true.

You have a professional respon--

I know my job, Sam. I
guess I missed the sign

that said "ethics
lecture this morning."

Come on, I am talking to you as your friend.
I really think that

you're on the edge here. This woman
has already accepted her loss.

She's vulnerable. I mean,
do you want to wake up with

her one morning and find
out that he's coming home?

You know what it's like to wait for
a telegram, call that never comes?

After a while, people need
to put it behind them.

Look, I just want you to be happy.

It's not often I meet a woman
like Barbara, Sam. Ever

since Shannon, I haven't had
such a great run of it.

I know.

Look, I'm, uh ... I'm not gonna be
here this afternoon. I'm heading over

to the Clairmont Sanatorium. I've
narrowed down a list of mental patients.

Your sound fantasy list?

Yeah, thirty-one matches in
six states of people all

reporting auditory
hallucinations like tinnitus.

Were they all taking injections?

Well, eleven of them were, so I
went digging through their medical

histories, and I found this one --
where did I put it? Yeah. Clairmont,

between '92 and '95. She slept
with her hair dryer running, and

she also kept her tv in her bedroom
tuned in-between stations.

Could be our girl.

Could be.

Hey, guys, Nathan's been in an accident.

Where is he? Where is he?

Just give me a second, all right?

Nathan, man, they said you'd been crushed.
You don't look too flat to me.

I was pinned under that thing for an hour,
expecting it to fall the rest of the way.

You ok?
Yeah, yeah.

You're ok?
Yeah, now I am.

You all right?
Yeah.

I'm gonna go check things out, ok?

All right.

I didn't sign on to this detail
to wind up on Jack's hit parade!

Wait a minute -- Jack? What
are you talking about?

Did you see him, or -

Not--not his face, but who else could it be?
I mean, first, he--he rips off

Bailey's badge, but now he's got my number.
Hell, I'm lucky to be standing here!

Let's thank god you are standing there.

Bailey, we need to talk about this.

Give me a minute, Nathan.

What the hell are you doing?

You know the rules of engagement. When an
agent gets burned, we go to the wall. I'm

bringing fifty more agents into town, and
we're going to rock and roll on this clown.

Don't waste your time. This is V.C.T.F.
business.

He rigged the jack. He
rigged it so that the car

would fall just enough
to scare you, Nathan.

Jack's a killer. Why would he do
all this work and not ice me?

Because this is a game for him.
He wants to scare the V.C.T.F.

away, so that I'm
out there alone.

It's an "up yours" from Jack. This whack
has your team in his cross hairs, and he's

going to quit sending invitations and unload on you.
I'm calling out the cavalry.

Do that, he'll go down so deep, we'll
need a diving bell to find him.

Talk to me next week when I have
this nut-bread in the slam.

It's my operation, so back off.

How many more people have to die, Malone?

He's going to try to pull rank. I'll
call a few people and block him.

Maybe he's right. Maybe the best chance
you have is for me to go away again.

That's exactly what Jack wants, Sam
. Best chance we have is to stay together.

Bailey, Sam, take a look
at this rear panel here.

Nathan, I'm so sorry -

I don't want any of your damn apologies.
Just put the genie back in the bottle.

Maybe we do need their help. Maybe
Jack--maybe Jack is just better than we are.

Let's have that talk, Nathan.

When you called me about
somebody having fantasies

about tinnitus, I, uh--I
reviewed her case.

We treated her with anti-psychotics. There
was no lasting effects, I'm afraid.

And you're certain it wasn't
a tumor or an infection?

Oh, absolutely. The sound
Dana heard wasn't real.

She left us, finally
. Well, we're not a jail.

Arnold? Arnold, why don't you go and
see if the singing's about to start?

I'm sorry.

Do, uh ... do all your patients
use these anti-psychotics?

Uh, no. No, not all
. Actually, many are functional

outpatients. Dana was ...
well, in-between.

Any basis to her psychopathology?
A trauma or an accident, maybe?

Actually, her grandfather was killed when
she was eight, and, well, she saw it.

Can you imagine? You go to visit
your grandfather at his big old

place in the country. He lets you help
him with his woodworking. You slip,

he tries to catch you. I guess he was
damn near dismembered by a band saw.

The sound she hears, did she
ever describe it to you?

A scream. An endless scream.

Maybe it was the sound
of the band saw itself.

In her mind, that
moment is forever.

I know one thing. Dana Shaw couldn't
get that sound out of her head.

What shall we toast to here?

20-second time-out here.

Ha. Is that a basketball reference?
I'm too old for games, Bailey.

I came here tonight to tell
you something, Barbara.

I shouldn't have
let this happen.

Bailey, this is happening
because we both want it to.

If not tonight, soon.
It was inevitable.

We're not sure he's dead.

Lawrence?

I don't understand.

We found Karl Kronenberg's body today.
So we think it means that

there's this slight chance that
Lawrence may still be alive.

How could that be?

I said 'may' still be alive. It's
a long shot, Barbara, but we

think that Karl Kronenberg was
kidnapped to treat your husband.

Well, why didn't you tell me that before?
Did you enjoy

watching me make a fool of myself?

That's not--no. I mean, it was
going to be the first thing

out of my mouth when I came
here, and then you had dinner

set up, and I was ... you know, I, uh...
you're a wonderful woman.

Got in the way of my good sense.
I'm sorry.

Call me when you know something.

I'll find him.

Malone.

Hey, it's me. Listen, my
possible at Clairmont fits

the profile, and I managed
to get her picture, too.

That's great. How about an address?

No, no luck, but you know
what I was thinking? She

might be one of Lawrence
Chapin's graduate students.

Sam, meet me at Barbara
Chapin's in twenty

minutes and bring your
photo of the possible.

Barbara?

Feel better? Did you at
least get a glimpse of her?

I was paralyzed.

I don't see our girl in the
photo of the graduate students.

Really?
No.

Uh, Mrs. Chapin ... do you, uh ...
do you recognize this woman at all?

No. I don't think so. I've never
seen her before. Who is she?

Her name is Dana Shaw. She was a
patient at Clairmont. She checked

herself out in 1995, a month
before your husband was kidnapped.

I guess she wrote all those letters
to Chapin while she was at

Clairmont. What the hell
was she doing here?

He sent her. He sent her for
something he said he needed.

Why didn't he send her before?

Because he's dying. It's his
last chance, and she knows it.

Last chance to build a phase zero machine.
What does he need?

It doesn't matter. I mean, I
think that he really sent her

here to give us a clue as
to where we might find him.

Mrs. Chapin, do you know what she took?

She searched everywhere.

This wasn't a search. You don't
find anything by breaking lamps.

No. She knew exactly
what she wanted.

The rest of this is just lunatic anger.

It's Lawrence and his parents. Why
would she be angry with them?

I think she feels that your
husband's let her down.

Where would she find this?
Was this over here?

No. In the chest over there.

I packed a lot of Lawrence's
personal things in here.

Could you tell if anything was missing?

I should be able to. It's his journal. It
was right on top. It was green leather.

What was in it?

Ideas, sketches ... you know,
he was a Sunday painter.

He liked to draw old houses.

Any old house in particular?

No. He'd just drive around looking.
You know, actually, there

was a woman who sent him a
photo from Atlanta. He drove

down there the last time he was
here, said something about

it falling apart, something
about a terrible accident.

I have the address.

From the looks of it,
this place looks deserted.

Do you think we should
cut off the power?

No, I don't think so.

You don't think you can
talk her out of it, do you?

I think this woman's capacity
for rational thought is gone.

I'm not to be able to make
her listen to reason.

And I agree. Going in.

Me, me, me. You guys got
to learn another pronoun.

Hold your fire, we're going in.

Oh.

No! You promised me you could
do it this time, Dr. Chapin!

I can still hear it!
Please make it stop!

I ... can't.

Yes, you can! Do it again!
Do them all this time!

Let me saw it, Grandpa. I know how.
I watched you. Let me try it.

John, can you hear me?
- Bailey!

John, can you hear me? John!

Hey, hey, hey!
No need to shout, all right?

All units, suspect has been apprehended.
Send in the paramedics.

Dr. Chapin, I'm Bailey Malone, FBI.
We're gonna get

you to a hospital. Your wife
will be glad to see you.

Hey.
- Hey.

I thought you still had a few days.

Well, I started rebuilding
the front end of the car,

and I just lost it. Every
time I walked into the

barn I expected to find Jack in there.
Finally I

just locked up everything
and said, uh, "next year."

Look, you're a part of this
now, and whatever he's planning

to do, we can't change it. We
just have to try and stop it.

Well, I can live with it if you can
. There's one thing I keep thinking about,

and that's your daughter Chloe. She's got
one up on me, she's seen the bastard.

Well, we really don't know what she saw.

That's my point. Look,
if we're going to live

with this, I think we
better find out, don't you?

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