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PROFILER 1X12: LEARNING FROM THE MASTERS

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 02/01/1997 TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD

No, Bailey, don't pick me up. We'll just lose time.

I'll just meet you at the helipad.

Mm-hmm. Ok. Yeah. All right. Uh, 20 minutes. Yep.

Now? Yes, sweetie. Now.

"I went to visit my grandma. She read me a book about the zoo."

Mom!

Oh, I'm sorry, Chloe. Mama's late.

But you promised you'd listen to my story.

You're right. I did.

Here. Come on.

"I went to visit my grandma, and she read me a book about the zoo. It had lions,

monkeys, and birds. My favorite was the panda

bear." Well, that's all I've got so far.

That's wonderful, Chloe. I'm sorry that I didn't pay

attention to you before. You know what we'll do?

One night this week, it'll be just the two of us, and we can do whatever you want.

Can we play Candyland? Candyland it is. Ok?

Mmm.

Bethany Stewart, twenty-eight years old. Six years with the bureau, two

in Milwaukee. Local police froze the scene so we could have a look.

SAM: Doesn't look like a sex crime.

What's with the pillowcases? Maybe some kind of execution.

It's not your typical gang hit. Strangled, then stabbed in the heart both of them.

Look at the positioning of the bodies. It's almost as if the

way they've been placed is as important as the kill itself.

The M.E. places T.O.D. about midnight, give or take the usual.

Do we know how they got here?

NATHAN: Car found a couple of docks down. She drove. She may

have driven, but she was dragged the last couple of feet.

Doesn't look like they came together. She's dressed for dinner ...

he's dressed for loading cargo. Did we get an I.D. on him?

Yeah. Name on the, uh, wallet I.D. is Mark Hanlon.

Madison address, but nobody's been notified yet.

Malone!

I'm Rowan McGregor, Milwaukee Field Office. We met at Quantico.

How are you?

You guys made good time. You task force types are usually

having your first cappuccino about now, aren't you?

I wish I'd have known. I could've saved you a trip.

Already got a witness, spotted

a limo at the scene. That makes it Steve Kalagian.

I'm having him picked up.

Who's Kalagian?

He fronts as a menswear manufacturer, but he makes his dough as a mafia pharmacist.

Well, what's his motive?

I assigned Stewart to watch him.

Well, that ... doesn't make sense. If what you're

saying about Kalagian is true, then why would

he kill her and then leave these bodies out here in the open?

It just doesn't seem probable.

Well, who cares what it seems to you? Bethany was my agent and my friend,

by the way. I'm pulling Kalagian in, and he is going down for it.

Rowan, let's have a talk over here.

I'm not trying to step on your toes. You know as well as I that when someone

takes out one of our own, the task force is automatically assigned ...

till it clearly becomes a local matter.

Ok. Fine, Malone, but what about her? Why does she gotta come on so strong?

It's what I pay her to do. That's my star pitcher.

You got a problem.

Look, reel Kalagian in ...

but I want her to talk with him before you file charges.

Mr. Kalagian. Samantha Waters. Thank you for coming in.

It's a pleasure.

Please.

They've done some remodeling around here.

I'm sorry?

The walls used to be ecru.

I take it you've been here before.

Agent McGregor has been known to ... ask me down upon occasion.

Acoustical tile's a little cold, though, don't you think?

Well, people have been known to shout during these procedures.

I never shout. How may I help you today, Ms. Waters?

You knew agent Stewart, didn't you? Agent Bethany Stewart?

I did. It was her job to look over my shoulder.

I understood that.

What happened to her was a real tragedy.

We have a witness who placed you near the scene of the murder.

If you have a witness who placed me anywhere, it was not near a crime scene.

It was near the scene of my doing some business.

On the docks at midnight.

I'm a clothing manufacturer. Clothing's made of fabric.

I buy bulk. Bulk is shipped.

I see here that your father was incarcerated in '57 for racketeering.

Yes. And he was cleared of those charges.

Yes, after a witness disappeared.

Tell me. What was your relationship to Bethany?

Relationship. I hate the nineties.

If you consider being tailed by a short-fused F.B.I. Investigator

a relationship, you are a very lonely woman, Ms. Waters.

You're the eldest, aren't you, Mr. Kalagian? Did you

know that the eldest child often marries its complement?

I bet your wife is the youngest in her family, isn't she?

She's probably the baby girl.

Yes. It says here that your wife is fifteen years younger than you.

Is there a law against that?

She's probably very sweet ... very passive ...

easy prey for an insecure man.

Do you hit your wife, Mr. Kalagian?

I do not hit women, and I especially do not hit my wife.

Ah. Did you know that Agent McGregor wants to charge you with Bethany's murder?

McGregor wants a collar, period. It doesn't matter

to him whether it's me or little Mary Sunshine.

Little Mary Sunshine wasn't down on the docks last night at midnight, was she?

At least not on the same dock that Bethany Stewart's body was found on.

Look, Waters ... if I had wanted it done, I would've done

it myself three years ago, and I would've done it right.

You would have never found that body because she would've been face down

in a bucket of cement at the bottom of Lake Michigan. Now, are we clear?

Thank you.

He didn't do it.

Then he ordered it done.

He had nothing to do with these murders, Rowan.

Why? Because your 'star pitcher' got her

best stuff blown back at her?

No. Because I think he was telling the truth.

If he'd killed Bethany Stewart, he would've done it exactly the way

he described it, and we never would've been able to link him to it.

We've got to take the case. Just keep Kalagian

on a short leash in case we come up dry.

By the way, no matter how this turns out, we'll

come back and help you reel this bastard in.

Ordinary pillowcases, 100-thread count, not expensive.

Rope--soft cotton, commonly available. No footprints.

Can I see a blowup of the shoe? Sure.

What do we have on the date with Mark Hanlon?

Uh, no luck yet.

We're still checking next of kin, any of Hanlon's friends.

Anyone talked to the girl's parents or friends

Do we know for a fact that these two were dating Her friends at work said this was their third date.

Hanlon? I mean, did they actually name him?

I'm telling you, I don't think these two were on a date.

Maybe not, but if she was working, the

assailant took her weapon. It's still missing.

We just got the preliminary M.E.'S report from the Milwaukee Autopsy.

The blood which settled in Hanlon's extremities suggests

he might've died up to an hour before Bethany Stewart.

Killer's left-handed. The knot in the garrote is twisted on the left side.

Ok. Two murders, but maybe done separately, then put together.

What the hell is that?

Victims with bags over their heads, and it's not a mob execution.

Arranged to look like they knew each other when they didn't.

Look at the placement of the bags ... creased just so ...

and the positions of the bodies.

They weren't thrown down. They were ... posed.

He wasn't hurried. He took his time.

And obviously he didn't find the pillowcases at the scene.

He was prepared.

Which suggests that it was planned. I mean, there's no wasted moves, no panic ...

so maybe he's had a certain amount of practice.

George, search the national crime database for the same M.O.-

Garrote and a long, sharp implement through the heart.

And bodies being posed.

And put the word out on the net we're looking

for anything like this anyplace in the country.

L64176C31749S3B ATTEMPT#2186368

"ACCESS DENIED"

E931M1QB4225FYU ATTEMPT2186363

"ACCESS DENIED"

OFFICER: Gotta tape it all the way around.

Strangulation. Ligature around the neck.

Perforated heart.

Last murder was less than twenty-four hours ago, almost a thousand miles from here.

It's the same killer. He's on the move.

OXUFG5A9AFILEYO ATTEMPT 2186389

LOGGING IN ...

ACCESSING VCTF DIR;A...

SYSTEM CHECK OK ...

George.

One second. Something has gotten into the system.

Let me try scanning for viruses.

You're supposed to be scanning for killers, George, not viruses.

Why don't you give it some cold medicine? Eighteen zillion

dollars for computers, and we're looking at system errors.

Have faith.

We're back on-line.

This is the Memphis crime scene.

The paper in the guy's hand, the pen. Did we get a lab report on that?

Yeah. The paper is too generic to trace. Basically just

a bunch of gibberish on there. No prints on the pen.

Why leave a note with no message ...

unless the message isn't in the note?

This came in a minute ago from Milwaukee, the Bethany Stewart case.

They interviewed the mother of the guy they found with her, Mark Hanlon?

It turns out he was a pipe fitter who was there

on a job, and he only arrived yesterday.

So Stewart and Hanlon didn't know each other.

The bodies were arranged to make it look like they did.

More than knew each other, Bailey. They were made to look close -

intimate, like lovers.

You know, this other unsolved homicide popped up when I took the search

back three months and extended the geographical arena. This is Birmingham.

Exact same M.O.? Bruise marks on the neck due to

strangulation with a ligature by a left-handed killer again.

And similar puncture wounds to the chest. The body may have been moved.

May have been? Look at him.

His head is turned to the left, right arm outstretched,

finger pointing. I'd say he'd definitely been moved.

Damn it! Going down again. All right, I'm gonna ...

report this to data security.

Memphis, Birmingham, Milwaukee. I mean, this guy gets around, huh?

Garroting and stabbing his victims.

We're back on-line.

Why do both? I mean, these don't look like crimes of rage or passion.

There is a deliberateness here which I haven't

figured out yet. Can you enlarge this slide?

Yeah.

Yeah, he uses a garrote, but I'm not sure he kills them with it. Do we

have an M.E.'S report from each of the victims with the exact cause?

"Cardiac tamponade resulting from a puncture wound to the

right ventricle. Pericardial sac filled with blood ..."

... on every one of them.

The heart was still beating at the time each victim was stabbed.

So they didn't die from asphyxiation, but there's so little blood,

you'd think they were dead before they were stabbed, right?

They were alive. All the victims were alive when he moved them into position.

The garroting was just to render them unconscious.

So they were easier to pose.

Once they were in position, he performed an

almost bloodless coup de grace to their hearts.

I've seen it happen like that with a narrow sharp puncture. The wound closes up.

Like a nail in a tire.

Do we have, uh, anything on the murder weapon?

Yep. Uh, lab is still studying the puncture marks. They think it's a

tool of some kind, but so far they have no I.D.

They're building a mold.

I can tell you what it's not. It's not a knife,

it's not a screwdriver, and it's not a harpoon.

I don't care what it's not.

Well, working with an impression made in flesh isn't, uh, a plaster mold.

Flesh subsides. It--it's fluid. Look. I take a

photograph of each puncture wound. I--I blow it up.

I study it. I calculate the velocity of each blow, but that is only a guess.

It's a pretty damn good guess, knowing you, Jesse.

Well, I think the length is about right and the tape are good to, say, twenty percent.

A tool like this would be used for what? Piercing, cutting?

Yes. Prying, sharpening, shaping.

A very specialized blade, edged on both sides.

Mm-hmm.

Do we at least have a working name for it?

Oh, sure

- "something sharp people can poke a hole in you with."

Look. We found two more victims . Can't you get a printout or anything

that we could look at while you get that damn thing rolling?

No. I'm sorry. This whole system has been zapped by some bug.

E-mail for the whole V.C.T.F. Got spammed yesterday.

Spammed?

Did you notice our mailboxes are filled with garbage? We got spammed.

So I reported it, and for a couple minutes, we got a rapid

response team just crawling all over the mainframe.

Well, they can crawl anywhere they want. We'll do it the old-fashioned way ??"

- paperwork.

All right, so we have two more victims just by going back another month.

Hematoma on the left side of the neck, lethal puncture to the chest.

So ... what does that bring us up to?

Six bodies, five murder scenes. I'm still looking.

Look at the dog ... paws crossed over its master's chest.

Man in a suit lying by the water like he's napping at a picnic.

Is there anything consistent here?

I don't see any one message, even if we think symbolically.

Neither do I. I mean, every other case I've worked

on where the victim's have been posed there's been

a recurrent message or theme be it domination,

hatred against women, mother-father fixation, uh ...

D. Chaney-victims were posed by ***.

But these seem like parts of a story.

Each one seems disconnected to the next.

Yet they're linked, but ... by what?

He's looking for something particular about each of his victims.

We're back on-line.

Maybe, uh, the connection is staring us right in the face.

George, let's take another look at all the crime scenes.

Systems permitting.

George, do that again.

What? What you just did.

Digitizing the photographs, I denote an area, I zoom in.

Right. What, uh ... let me see it again.

All right, now zoom in on the heads.

Nope. That's big as it gets.

No, that's fine. The black border around it?

The frame option. I can get rid of that.

No, no. Leave it. Just ... move it over to the left.

What -- what are you working on here?

I don't know. I ... I mean, we know that he's posing the victims, but ...

it's almost as if the background is just as important ... like a picture.

George, can--can you get me a printout of this?

Sure. I got to download to another format. Takes me a couple minutes.

Oh. Oh, uh ... you know what? Can you fax it to me?

I'm late for a hot game of Candyland.

I'll see you.

Princess Lolly.

Princess Lolly. Oh, my god. Ok. It's my turn.

Aha! What's that? Um, that's Mr., Uh -

Mr. Mint? Yeah.

Where does that - I have to go back?

Oh, no. I hope you don't get Gummuly or whatever his name is.

Bumpy, right. - Thumpy.

Mom? What?

You said you'd just play with me tonight.

I am, sweetie. Come on. It's your turn.

But I mean, it's not the same. You're just pretending.

It's ok if you can't stop thinking about work.

You're right, Chlo. Sometimes I can't stop thinking about

work, but that doesn't mean that I'm not having fun with you.

I know.

I'll tell you what. What do you say you and I go see a movie this week?

Promise? I promise. Hmm?

That'll be fun, mommy.

Yeah. You know what? We're not gonna be able to

finish this game because it's somebody's bedtime.

Mom.

Mm-hmm. Go brush your teeth, ok?

Ok. - Ok. Mmm.

ART FOR URBAN DWELLERS, WHAT'S ART AND WHAT'S NOT.

Bailey? It's art. He's copying art. No. Listen. Listen.

The two victims with pillowcases over their heads?

It's a painting by Rene Magritte called "The Lovers".

And, uh, there's this other one called "The Death of Marat" by Jacques Louis David.

It's a dead man in a bathtub with a note. The

victim in Memphis. The killer is copying art.

Five paintings each one rendering with the time of death.

Starting in Portland with Courier's "Born into the Womb"

What I'd like to know is why these paintings.

That's hard to say, but George has located all the originals.

Yeah, they're all in different museums and collections.

I'm gonna dig deeper, run their provenance and history.

We better dig faster. The pressure to create may be building in him again.

Too bad this boy doesn't suffer from a creative block, huh?

Actually, that might be it. I mean, what if his true art, the art he

wants to do, he can't, so he's created a substitute, a new art form.

There's a link-creativity, clinical depression. Like, Hemingway

comes to mind. Van Gogh. Whatever. Toulouse-Lautrec.

They killed themselves, not other people. What about the weapon?

Do we have any matches to the model Breslow made?

Artists' tools. I'd say we can, uh ... wipe out brushes, huh?

But in what they call the plastic arts, they're

working with, uh, materials ... cutting, shaping.

George, you want to hit this up there?

Now, this guy, he's killing with a long-bladed chisel, razor-sharp,

hardened steel, for volcanic rock like ...

like ... like marble.

So he drives a chisel into their heart ...

so he can freeze that perfect moment in time ...

when it becomes art.

Oh, man. This is more than a glitch, bailey.

This is serious.

We've got the systems analyst from D.C . On the way, but it's a hardware failure.

Stay with it.

John, let's check out the art scene - schools, universities, galleries, museums.

Looks like we're all about to take a course in art appreciation.

We're looking for someone who can't do the real thing

. He's got the passion of a Picasso, but a limited talent.

He's compensating. He thinks his work is beautiful.

He's proud of it and wants people to see it.

He may be a frustrated artist, but he still has the ego of a great one.

Come on.

No, no, no! You're still outside the image! You need to be inside the image.

Professor Deshpande. Hi. Samantha Waters.

Hello.

It's funny. When I took art in school, we painted fruit.

Well, my class explores the collective. It's all

intermodal today...submerged, transcendent forms.

Uh, these are the photographs that I phoned you about.

We're looking for the artist.

My god. These are disturbing. Why is that? Well, it's very well done!

But these people have all been murdered.

Oh, it's sort of a necrotic performance art. Uh ... has

visceral force on an atavistic level. Uh, it works.

That doesn't exactly sound like a condemnation.

Well, art does not make judgments of that nature.

It exists strictly on its own terms.

I see. Well, do you have any idea who could be responsible for these?

No idea, but there is a rich history merging death and art.

Uh, one thinks of the Aztecs ... the jar people

of Scandinavia, who buried their dead in poses -

Oh, any jar people in Portland about 5 months ago?

I'm sorry?

That's when the murders started. There've been two

in Milwaukee and one here in Memphis yesterday.

Well, I can't help you with Memphis, but Milwaukee seems

straightforward. The new age art expo. I would think this

artist would be a part of that. It's touring the U.S. It

started in Portland, moved to Birmingham. And then Milwaukee.

Exactly.

I'll tell you who the foremost expert is in this type of stuff. Alessandro De Salla.

Mr. De Salla? Alessandro De Salla!

Just go with it!

Uh, Mr. De Salla, we'd like to have a word with you, please.

We were referred to you by Professor Deshpande.

Find me. Have fun with it. Let your inner child soar!

You want to stop that, please?

Explore your space.

Explore this.

Special Agent John Grant and Nathan Brubaker.

Turn off the camera, please, sir.

It's working fairly well, don't you think? Most people

get into it, anyway. Perhaps not the FBI. What's up?

We're interviewing artists who were at Milwaukee's new age art expo.

You helped organize it, right?

Oh, yeah. I did the symposium on

de-installationalism in a proto-constructionist age.

Wow. Sorry we missed it. What is it?

Taking things apart. We've been putting things together

for so long, it's time we reverse our energy. Beer?

I've got some pretty good micro-brewery ales and lagers.

Uh, no, thanks. Listen, um ...

we're working down a list of 70 artists who were there.

If this is a dope thing, you guys got the wrong crowd.

I mean, maybe a little light dope smoking ...

Not drugs. Murder. We're looking for somebody who uses corpses for art.

He kills people and poses them as famous paintings.

This was taken at the crime scene.

Whew. I could never do anything like that. I work

with toys and balloons and department store dummies.

We're not saying that you did, but you were in

Milwaukee at the expo. Can you help us out?

Well, in the retro underground performance art circles, there's a lot

of mutilation stuff, but that's not REAL real.

It's performance.

Well, this is real. He's killed five people already. He's gonna do it

again very soon. Have you heard about it? Anybody talking about it?

No, I haven't. But if the avant avant-garde is what you're

interested in, you ought to talk to people at T.I.A.

We have over one hundred fifty students here at T.I.A., and that's just the fine

arts, not counting the part-timers, the ones who are taking classes for no credit.

And where are they all?

On break while we remodel. We are redoing our whole office as well, for the first

time in what seems like a century. I'm really sorry that we're so torn up here.

You've just missed the most wonderful end-of-semester show. It was a real grab bag.

We had oils, installations, mixed media, some photography. We had it all.

Who took this photo?

I don't know. It was an all-student show. Oh, it's

not signed, is it? That's very common these days

. It is all the rage to depersonalize. It is a marvelous

recreation, though, isn't it? Lawhorn's Who 1.

Can you find out who took it?

I can cross-reference by number when I get a break.

Could you do it now, please?

I'm sorry. Everything's a mess here. I mean, the list could be anywhere.

It's very important. Well, ok. I'll ask one

of the teachers. Maybe she'll recognize the picture and know

which student did it. I'll get you a list of our faculty.

Thank you.

Is that a man or a woman? Ok.

Dana Connors, O-R-S. I got it.

So what, eight teachers in all?

Yeah. Get the list to the guys.

Whoever it is must be studying with one of these teachers here in Memphis.

They're on their way. E.T.A. - one hour.

So, you said you're interviewing the first two teachers. Am I right?

Yeah. I'll check in with you around 2:00. Ok. Thanks, George.

Son of a bitch.

Hello. It's George. Bailey, what's up?

Just got to Memphis. On the way to my first interview.

Is everyone checked in?

We're already here, Bailey. John's headin' South.

I'm going over to the river district.

Has Sam checked in yet?

Sam's interviewing two arts teachers on the north side of town.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

What the -- Nathan? Bailey? I'm here, George.

What about Nathan? We lose him?

Hello? Hello? Head on out, buddy.

Catch ya around, man.

We lost them. Technicians have disabled our computer link, Bailey.

They say the system has almost definitely been compromised,

so switch to a high-security frequency, will you?

I'm losin' you, George. George?

Professor Wharton. - Yes.

Sam Waters, F.B.I.

Right. Miss Ellen Terrio told me you'd be calling.

You want to talk to me about a student.

Yes. - Well, come in. - Thank you.

Oh, no, no, no. Not again. Not again. Not again.

Come on. I need you.

Miss Ellen Terrio described the piece you had

your eye on and I think I know the artist.

You know, this is very kind of you. I know that you have a tutorial this afternoon.

I hold all my classes up here in the loft, but with the

remodeling at T.I.A., I just can't think.

Well, I'll try not to take up too much of your time.

Don't worry. I've canceled the class for the day.

We've got all the time in the world.

Now, over here, I've got another painting by the artist I think you'll enjoy.

Actually, it wasn't a student at all. If you just look

at it in a positive way, you are my ... Joan of Arc.

I trust you are comfortable, Miss Waters.

What's wrong with your hand?

Oh, the painting's crooked. I must fix it. Can't have my gallery out of order.

That's why you stopped painting, isn't it? Because

you hurt your hand. You couldn't do it anymore.

You are quite the elegant lovely, far surpassing all of the other Jeanne D'Arcs.

You were right-handed, but something happened?

Let's not talk about my hand, shall we?

Well, what was it, an accident or something?

Yes, yes -- an accident. I was accidentally born into

a family that knew nothing about art or artists,

and then I was accidentally discovered to be a child

prodigy in oils and acrylics at the age of three.

And then you hurt your hand.

Then I gained my genius.

Is that the only reason you thought people liked you?

Because you were a prodigy?

You have exquisite bone structure. The expression in your eyes are unsurpassed.

And you came looking for me. That was another accident.

Bailey, there's a problem in the telecommunications link.

Even the security frequencies are affected.

Sam's probably trying to call in, can't get through.

Ok. I'll call her beeper and double check.

Triple check. Call me right back. We need to locate Sam.

Tell me, why did you choose to copy these particular paintings?

When I was 12, my father took me to France. We went to museums and looking at

the paintings, he said to me, "Why can't you be as good as these painters?"

I envy you. I can only emulate great art, but you can actually become it.

I'm not one of your creations, Mr. Wharton. Even

you must realize how absurdly arrogant that is.

Why must I? I will take your evanescent, mortal, pointless body, and I will

create something eternal. And if that's not creation, I don't know what is.

So art is more important than life. Is that what you're saying?

It's a well-established fact: People wind up dead and

forgotten in graveyards. Art is treasured in museums.

You know, this is the first time I've actually

created one in my studio . You should feel flattered.

George ...

George, it's Bailey. Can you hear me?

Our com signals are intermittent.

What did you figure out?

I think I know what picture he's gonna copy next. The

photo that Sam found at T.I.A. finally gave me the key.

Ok, get this. There was a show in Paris in 1974 in which it was featured.

Now, that show brought all these paintings together for the one and only time.

I'm in the middle of downloading the catalog right now.

So all the crime scenes were paintings in the show?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, and so all of the other paintings, except for one, are landscapes.

His next victim, I think, will be a woman. It's Saint Joan. He's playing with fire.

Has Sam checked in yet? - No.

Ok. That's it. I'm heading to Sam's last known location, George.

George.

George!

Bailey, the link is down again. Try another frequency.

You know, you could still be a great artist.

People have overcome

incredible odds.

Look skyward, Miss Waters. It heightens the effect.

But then you never really wanted to be an artist, did you? But not

really. Experts said you were a prodigy, but ...

you knew better, didn't you?

You weren't the genius they thought you to be.

And then you hurt your hand, and

you had an accident. Maybe it wasn't an accident.

Maybe you did it on purpose.

So now all you can do is approximate, emulate, copy.

There's really no genius in that, is there?

No, no, no, no. I respectfully disagree. I assure you I did

hurt my hand, my arm. I crushed the nerves and the bones.

I could barely hold a brush, much less paint.

But once I quit agonizing over my tragedy, I realized

that it was actually a gift, and then I forced

myself to discover that this was my true art.

This? You think that this is art? This is not art, Mr. Wharton.

Those are dead bodies, people ...

who had lives and loved ones and futures.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Think about it.

What is the single most impactful, world-changing

artistic work in the history of mankind?

The Crucifixion of Christ ... depicted countless times all over the planet.

It's a violent, ugly act of death.

I am following .. in the holiest of traditions.

Thank you for your beauty.

Thank you for coming to me. Thank you for your beauty.

Don't move, Wharton! F.B.I.!

Either I kill her, or you will.

Let her go.

Drop the weapon.

There are more agents on the way. Why don't you give yourself up.

I said ... drop the weapon or else ...

she ... dies, all right? So drop the weapon.

Good. Now kick it over the side.

Good.

Interesting medium you work in.

Yes, well, I've been perfecting it for years now.

Stop!

So this is your Joan of Arc?

Yes, yes. You recognize the piece.

It's not quite as realistic as the rest of your work.

What do you mean?

Well, there seems to be some detail missing.

Well, it's a work in progress.

Stop!

Where are the flames ... or the crucifix?

Aw, shut up! Shut up! You know, I don't mean to brag, but I have

somewhat perfected the act. You see, it's a simple twist of the device.

It's relatively painless, and then ... she becomes pliable.

You ok? - Yeah.

Now he's his own work of art.

Hey.

Hey. I guess we didn't get to make it to the

movie tonight, did we? I'm sorry, Chlo.

It's ok.

Are you all right?

Yeah, sweetie. I'm fine. I'm just fine.

Sometimes I worry about you.

Oh, Chloe. You don't have to worry about me.

That's not your job.

Your job is just to be a little girl. Ok?

You leave the worrying to me.

Here. Look what I got ya.

Thanks. I don't really need a new toy. I just need you.

Chloe, you've got me.

Oh, sweetie, you've got me.

So, the debugging team got rid of the virus.

Any idea where it came from?

We got it narrowed down to four possible sites in the midwest. We deleted

the ghost files, decoded the real files, so, you know, so far, so good.

So, how was the zoo yesterday?

Oh, it was great. You know that book that you gave to Chloe?

Yeah.

We filled half the day looking for a kodiak.

Mm-hmm. A kodiak? I see.

Good morning.

JOHN: Good morning.

Good morning.

EEE! MAIL SAMANTHA

I don't know. Looks like a piece of e-mail addressed to Sam.

Everything's backed up. Here goes.

He's inside.

No. No, no, no. No. We've had the top security brass from the

Hoover Complex all over this system. Nobody could get in.

If he can get through to us on the computer, can't we get

back to him on the same computer, trace it back to him?

Blind reflector sites, encrypted links - could be like

finding the proverbial needle in a galaxy of haystacks.

"No" is the only answer we get from you these days. Come on!

You know what, John? You think you can do better?

It's not my job!

Stop it. He's in the system. Do you understand that?

No file ... no communication - nothing is secure.

J-A-C-K

He's watching us.

I see you.

He's using our own security camera.

Turn that damn thing off. Turn it off.

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