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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Let go of me!

Tell me you're not going to get our tattoo removed.

Matching wings? Lame.

Heidi, listen...

We're done, Enrique. And you can keep

your cheap delicatessen flowers.

Hey! Don't you walk away from me!

Heidi, I'm talking to you.

You good, Miss Conington?

I'm fine, Steve.

You like this guy, Heidi?

Last chance, Enrique, get your things out of my apartment.

You mean, your daddy's apartment.

I posted an ad online,

I'm selling it all, your stupid weights, your CD's.

Get them, or forget them!

Come on up, it's open!

"I'm not your little girl anymore."

Ambassador Conington, please, could you...?

That's the last thing she said to me on the phone.

Heidi wanted me to know that she was finally washing him out of her hair.

Her boyfriend? That's his stuff?

Ex.

But it had to be Enrique. He's a med student.

Jagged cuts to the clothes. A dozen stab wounds.

Yeah, the med student, he should have books.

There are no medical books.

This is not scalpel work.

Mmm, more like torture...

Revenge?

Do you smell that?

It's like a scent, a body lotion, rose petals.

Mmm-hmm, but not a young woman's scent.

It's Pierre LeRitz. My Aunt Grace used it.

And so did the killer.

Oh, God, I tried to step in. They were fighting.

He threw flowers at her, in the gallery.

She waved me off.

Like it was no big deal?

Well, it wasn't. I mean, they liked to go at it,

then make up, then go at it.

Yeah, yeah, in front of everyone?

Well, you know, his line of work...

I'd say he liked to be watched.

I might have his email, from some group email that Heidi sent out.

She was always mailing little titillations.

Was it a med school address?

Med school?

Uh... No. No. That's wrong.

Enrique was an underwear model.

He looked like one, or Heidi told you that?

Rest in peace... This is why I disliked Heidi.

She was the rub-it-in kind.

You were jealous of them?

She said the makeup sex was worth the breakups.

He was a hunk, huh?

Well, you don't have to be jealous anymore.

Look, I know cops aren't big on psychology.

Hmm. Well, as a rule, we like to talk about guns.

So, their last fight?

She made fun of his cheap delicatessen flowers, right?

The ones that he threw at her?

Okay, maybe at a painting, but it's the same message.

Uptown girl. Inner-city guy.

Uh-huh?

She rubs his nose in it.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you see where I'm going?

Uh, like a class thing?

Like a class thing. Yeah, I got that.

Med school was a story for her mother's benefit.

Yet she paraded Enrique here,

so her friends would know she hooked up with a Latino underwear model.

Oh, well, the modeling thing?

Uh, I wanted to show you these couple photos.

You see, she plays to the camera. He plays to her.

Does that seem off?

Actually...

They brought Enrique in.

Time to find out who he really is.

This Enrique killed the Ambassador's daughter?

We're not sure.

You're not, or your partner's not?

We're a team, Captain.

I appreciate your loyalty, but your partner has a rep for over-thinking.

Does he?

It took me a long time to get here.

And I'm sure it took you a long time to get to Major Case.

You're senior partner.

Two things I need you to remember.

Number one, keep him in check.

Number two, keep me in the loop.

Clear?

I love her. I'd never hurt her.

She, uh, threw you out, right? On the street. She was selling your stuff.

That had to make you angry.

She's high strung.

We always make it right.

Oh, right, okay. "Always make it right."

Maybe this time it was different.

It can be scary, you know, when someone goes away.

Especially someone you love so much.

Just between us, I was worried.

So you left your stuff. So, you'd have to deal with her again?

Right.

Is that a crime?

I mean, what... What did she say I did?

Where were you last night?

Let me guess, home, alone.

I was home, alone.

Ten minutes till he confesses.

Well, first he'll have to remember he did go someplace.

The movies, or Yankee Stadium.

Oh, last night, I was, uh... I was at Yankee Stadium.

Tell me what she said I did.

Oh, my God.

Is this real?

You tell me.

Enrique, where were you last night?

I was on a date. With Lantana, my... My ex.

I was just trying to get my mind off of Heidi. I...

I didn't want to tell you, because I thought she would find out.

He didn't want the girl who dumped him, to know he was cheating.

Beautiful.

Good interview.

Hold him till his ex confirms his alibi, then street him.

What I said.

I'm supposed to keep an eye on you.

Oh, well, let me know if I can help you.

So, his ex, Lantana, confirmed, he spent the night.

He called her Heidi by mistake and she couched him.

He's on a roll.

You got something?

Heidi's mom said Heidi was selling Enrique's stuff online.

Take a look.

"To Hell With My Boyfriend, Buy His Stuff Dirt Cheap."

It's pretty easy for someone to email a high bid,

and arrange a pick up.

So, the guy that she buzzed in wasn't coming for the CD's.

He was hunting.

Morgue.

Oh, sorry, we're backed up. July in New York, the killing gets easy.

Are these stab wounds?

My guess, old sewing box pinking shears.

Sharpened at the point.

There's a progression from nicks to full-fledged deep wounds.

So, his rage built up, as he went along.

We noticed a scent, a lotion.

Pierre LeRitz, also old school.

I found traces in the folds of her labia.

She was allergic to it.

Any semen?

No, but signs of penetration with a foreign object.

She wouldn't own a lotion she was allergic to. The killer brought it.

Part of his tool kit.

And the scent was part of his...

Ritualized sadism.

You recognize this?

Not the scent, but the shears and the binding.

Reminds me of a case study from 15 years ago.

A copycat?

Or the original, picking up where he left off.

Either way, it's not his last.

Was that not the worst movie you've ever seen?

Stupid, and so pretentious!

All right, you're opening tomorrow, right?

Yeah.

Bye!

Same saw tooth pattern on the clothes. A lot more stab wounds.

So, the first girl, Heidi? He killed her in her apartment.

And he left her there. He was cautious.

This woman, he kills her, he takes her with him, dumps her outside.

Yeah, I guess he's getting confident.

He's coming into his own.

She's Jo Gage, roommate of the second victim. Came in to ID her.

Your partner always that informal?

Well, it turns out they know each other

from when she was a girl.

Yeah? He babysit her?

No, Goren was Sergeant Goren back then, with CID, in Korea.

Jo's dad was one of the first criminal profilers.

Gage? Not Declan Gage?

They met when FBI loaned Gage out to advise on a serial murder in Korea.

He mentored Goren.

Before Gage had his meltdown?

And after.

Jenna went to see a movie. She went with, uh, Amanda.

They co-manage that big video place on St. Marks.

She never made it home.

Was that unusual for Jenna?

Very. She didn't drink.

No players.

Some geeks at work, but no one I'd make

as for the psycho, torture type, you know.

Those photos, they're horrible!

You don't miss torture.

Jo is Declan Gage's daughter.

When Jo was a kid, she was a better profiler than I am now.

Speak of the devil.

What's he doing here?

He was in town for a seminar. He came for his daughter.

Bobby.

Bobby! Oh!

It's been too long. Too long!

Hi, Dad. I'm fine.

Of course you are, Jo.

I would've gotten a vastly different message if you weren't.

So what do we have, huh? What do we have?

Binding, multiple wounds...

Saw tooth cuts on clothing?

Go on. Go on. Actually, don't.

Uh, I appreciate your expertise, Dr. Gage,

but it's an ongoing investigation.

Yeah, it may have been going on a lot longer

than you imagine.

The MO is similar to the Sebastian killings. '87 to '92, right?

Yeah.

We're all familiar with that case, Doctor Gage.

Going after my daughter's roommate,

when I happen to be in town, that may not be a coincidence.

I need a word with my detectives.

Why don't you... Comfort your daughter.

I need the room, boys.

Look, maybe Deakins let Gage run all over this place...

Captain, I haven't seen Dec in...

I don't know, 10 years, sir.

Good. Make it another 10. He's not welcome in my squad room.

He's only here to pick up his daughter.

I saw his concern.

He knows squat about this case,

and already he pins it on Sebastian, his white whale.

There are similarities between these murders, and the Sebastian killings.

He botched that case, and now he wants his rep back.

He didn't botch it.

He sold out his whole FBI team by leaking info to the press.

He was trying to flush Sebastian out.

Instead, he drove him underground.

Twelve unsolved murders, over five years.

Top-notch work.

We finish Jo's interview, he can take her home.

Yeah.

Fine. Any word from the ME?

Stacked up.

We can take a run at Jenna's video store while we wait.

She walked me to my door and then...

Jenna didn't come in today because she got murdered?

Can you open another register?

Anyone bother you or Jenna at the movies, or on the street?

No, no, look I know when I'm feeling funny on a New York street.

Nothing.

I know this is tough. I'm sorry.

The security cameras, they're working?

I guess. Look, it's no one who works here.

We're way too slacked-back for that.

Might be a customer.

That creeps me out.

We can send a squad car for you, when your shift ends.

It's Declan.

He wants to see me.

Uh, I'll wait for the tapes. Keep it short?

Uh-huh.

I, uh, put Jo up at my club. She shouldn't be alone.

If anyone can deal, it's her.

You know, she washed out of Quantico.

I told her no disgrace, but, uh...

Here.

I, uh, summarized my notes...

On Sebastian.

You, uh, hear from the ME?

I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

Sorry.

Tell the ME...

Declan...

Here's what he should look for.

A body cream, Pierre LeRitz.

A detail I, uh... Didn't publicize when I went public.

You're ahead of me?

Sebastian lathered it on.

Something maybe his mother used on him.

He was aroused by her touch?

Yeah, most likely.

Sebastian struck every five months.

This guy... Twice in a few days.

A hectic flush. He may not be sleeping.

He may need to keep going till he's caught.

Uh... Why after 15 years?

Maybe he was arrested on some other crime,

uh, met a masochistic partner in prison,

uh, met his needs until now.

Um... Come on.

Hey.

You know, the Captain thinks he's your white whale.

And now, he's ours...

It's Eames, I got to go.

If you're worried, Bobby, about the student surpassing the teacher,

just block it out.

You'll be the student redeeming the teacher.

Video store late at night,

every guy in there looks like a serial killer.

They're all too young to be Sebastian.

If it's him.

A copycat could be young.

Gage, he told me that Sebastian used Pierre LeRitz lotion.

A copycat couldn't know that.

I didn't mention the case to him. I didn't say a word about it.

I just listened. He talked to me,

pleaded with me, to redeem him.

Hmm. I'm sorry.

No one's paying any attention to Jenna.

Fresh start in the morning?

You go. I got a second wind.

What's the matter, Paulie? 3:00 a.m. too late for a...

Ah! Please!

Well, the ME report, the same lotion was used on Jenna

and the Ambassador's daughter,

and they were tortured with the same shears.

Signs of penetration, but no semen in either victim.

Do we know whether Sebastian...

His sperm was found at all 12 of his crime scenes.

Detective, here.

Rage and Video supplied a list of their customers during Jenna's last shift.

Jefferson and I ran them through the BCI. Five popped with records.

Minor assault, fare beat, possession.

You stayed up all night for this?

Look, why don't you go upstairs and bunk out for around an hour, okay?

Where's your partner? Call her, tell her to get in here.

Sebastian's got Eames! He's got Eames! Jeffries! JEFFRIES: Yeah?

See if SID can back into this text message.

Captain! What's going on, detective?

Uh, I got a text message, from Eames' cell phone. Sebastian, he's got her.

Fill in the Chief of D's,

call the Borough Task Force and put all hands on standby, officer taken.

Last time you saw her?

Uh, here. 2:00 a.m. She drives home.

He takes them near their homes.

Twenty-seven, Beach Crest, Rockaway.

Put it on the radio. My squad, Major Case. Weapons and vans!

Sirens, flashers. Twenty-seven, Beach Crest!

Moving out right now. Let's move!

Clear!

No, they're not here. He took her with him.

Like Jenna. Now, he's outsmarting me.

He's taunting me, like Declan said he would.

Detective. Watch out for the blood.

You know, if this is Sebastian,

nobody knows him like Declan does.

Okay, Declan. For now.

You have to start by accepting the worst possible outcome.

No.

Sebastian is a classic anger-excitation killer.

Highly ritualized torture and degradation sessions.

Eames is dead. Accept.

By dreaming of an outcome we know is impossible we become his fool...

Serial killers... Come on, accept.

Do not personalize. You taught me that.

This one does.

You're barely sleeping, Bobby.

Oh, come on. Look, look, look, look.

Get... Get into his head, become him, the way I taught you.

It's Jo.

First, it was my partner, next is your daughter, Jo.

Good, good, I like that. I told her to wait at the club.

We'll set a trap for him, with her...

You can detach yourself like that?

Like you can use her as bait?

Unwittingly, she is. Come on...

What makes a man lose his edge?

On the ground! Down!

On the ground now!

I'm on the job! I'm on the job! I'm on the job!

It's okay, it's okay. He's one of us.

He's Robert Goren, Major Case. Back off. Back off.

I found it.

What is that?

It's Eames' phone. We traced it. Get up.

I have no idea how that got in there.

Where is she?

It's Sebastian. He planted it. It's brilliant.

We found Eames' car keys in his room.

He's playing me through you. You see that, Bobby?

What, Eames is dead? Where is she, damn it? Where's her body?

Where is it? Bob, you can't possibly think it's...

What? You're losing it, Bobby. You're losing it!

Okay. No, I'm sorry, hey.

All right, hypothetically, hypothetically, where would Sebastian leave her body?

All right, Sebastian's tortured and degraded her.

How can he continue that, even beyond death?

Come on, Bobby. Get in his head. I'm there.

Uh, he would use her body...

For maximum humiliation to the NYPD.

He would bring the body into One PP garage.

Good, I like that! Hypothetically.

Security would've reported any car coming in

with Eames' parking permit on it.

Not if he brought her in there, before our alert.

He left her, for us, in her car.

1999 white Honda. Plate L-M-N-6-7-8.

I repeat, L-M-N-6-7-8.

We got it! Up here.

Waiting for the bomb squad. It's my partner.

Give me that.

Body!

Who the hell is she?

Fascinating. You found Eames' car at...

At One Police Plaza, there was a body in the trunk,

but not Eames. Who then?

Amanda Hsin was the third victim,

a co-worker of your daughter's roommate.

I see, I see, so he wants to torment you.

Shock you when you open the trunk.

His... His next move...

Goren, this is a waste of time.

Charge him. I'll announce Dr. Gage's arrest.

All right, all right, I'll help you find Eames' body.

But I want Jo here, safe, until Sebastian's caught.

Fine. Until he's caught.

He's humoring me, Bobby.

From now on, it's... I work only with you. Like the old days.

The old days are over, Declan. They're over!

I'll lawyer up.

Your daughter's here.

Why haven't they charged me?

I told them you might have a psychotic break, that we'd lose you.

Aha! Good play. New theory, Eames is alive.

Yeah, based...

Based on what? Where is she?

Exactly. Sebastian leaves his victims to be discovered.

The whole NYPD's looking for her,

she should have turned up by now.

All right, so he's keeping her alive. Why?

Leverage, or sadistic pleasure.

Torturing her and you, humiliating me.

No, the... The sadism, the leverage,

he would have gotten in touch with me by now.

He should have which may mean he can't.

What's the time line for last night? Come on. Come on.

Amanda, the girl in the trunk.

The first wounds, were at midnight to 2:00 a.m.

The lethal wounds weren't until dawn.

The breasts are intact. No trophy taking?

Hey, cut it out!

It's that gap, the 2:00 a.m.

That's when he could have went to get Eames.

Multiples. He brings Eames back,

kills the other, dumps her off.

Then something must have interrupted...

My phone call to you.

I mean, that's why you never came back.

Did you ever come back?

So, she's... She's trapped?

Bobby, everything I've taught you about profiling,

everything you know about me, it all says it can't be me.

And that's why it could be you.

I am tired of it! Where is she?

I have no idea.

Help me! Help me, please!

Please! Help me! NYPD, please!

Help!

Help me, please.

Please!

Bad dog! Away from there.

You look like hell.

Five minutes.

She'll probably conk out in four.

What? That sound?

There was a curtain, where he kept me.

And there was a young woman on the other side, screaming.

He tortured her, all night.

Amanda...

The video clerk.

No.

He blindfolded me.

He kept me blindfolded, but he took my gag off.

He wanted me to scream. So I didn't.

That's what kept you alive.

Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

You didn't recognize his voice?

Not a word all night.

Okay, he didn't want Eames to recognize his voice.

That doesn't make any sense. Why would he care?

Look, if he knew he was going to kill her here...

Kill her here, right here.

At this worktable.

You know, this room is, uh...

It's both too much and not enough.

There's no sense of Declan here.

He's a professional, he knows about fingerprints.

And yet he let himself get caught with Eames' cell phone.

Ask him why, when you take his confession.

You've got your partner back.

Now, you're going to have to let your mentor go.

Yeah, Captain, about Jo...

He's going to need her too.

You told her that I wanted her to stay, yeah?

I didn't even have to. You were right,

she wants to be there for him.

She's inured to the horror of what he's done.

Sorry to switch horses, Dr. Gage, but...

this time...

I understand. Bobby's skills seem to have... Eroded.

I'm sorry. I wanted to...

He's so intimidating.

Tell me.

Very good. First, of course, keep an open mind.

We are here for the truth.

That is all.

When I interview a serial killer,

I always say that right up front.

You've done a lot of those. Thousands.

Each one... Each one...

Has its own arc. Has its own arc.

Even so, no matter what the killer has done,

there is almost invariably one element they have in common,

no one has ever listened to them...

To their story.

So I do. I sit with them,

no matter how long it takes.

But I don't ask them about the crime.

I ask them about their life.

Their childhood, their first memories, their mother's touch,

uh, dreams they had, when they were a kid.

I find a way...

Don't worry, Jo,

he's not going to confess, because he didn't do it.

How do you know?

The hairs on the gags and the binding.

Not one of them match to him.

So, you're going to get him back, Jo.

So, he's going to be okay?

How much time do you spend with them?

It's unconditional. Five, six, ten days. Twelve hours a day.

I find a way into them.

I sit, listen to their story.

That in the end, they feel a relief of being understood.

A relief of being understood.

And then, we get to the truth.

I Envy you, having a dad like him.

He was more of a father to you and his killers, than he ever was to me.

He wanted a son.

He raised you on his own.

How old were you when your mom...

Killed herself? Seven.

Yeah.

And that's tough.

So was yours.

He told me, about your mom, your dad.

He said you could have gone either way.

Either way?

Certain homes, he says are like potential labs for serial killers.

Or crusading profilers.

You know, your father and I, we just talked about this.

Add in the mix, lack of empathy,

an early exposure to violence...

You just talked about this? Last night.

I asked him if he thought there could ever really be a true woman serial killer.

Some profilers think it's just a matter of time.

Take a young girl, at her sexual awakening.

Link her arousals to images of violence...

Yeah, in the torture room, the killer had the worktable set low

and then this pulley system, to lift the lightweight victims.

Also, the killer never spoke to Eames.

And I was wondering if she was trying to hide her gender.

What did Declan say?

Well, he called me an "imbecile" in that tone.

I asked him. You know, he...

He doesn't think that a woman could...

Can achieve those heights, or the depths, that men do.

Hmm.

I remember your home.

I remember all these horrible, gruesome stacks of photos everywhere.

I organized them for him.

Cataloged his whole library.

I'm sorry about, uh...

Look, I was so wrapped up in Declan's world that I never noticed yours.

And, uh, I'm sorry for that.

You know, he treated you more like an assistant than he did a daughter.

Soccer games and talking about boys.

Well, Dec never did that for you, did he?

Mmm-mmm.

Dinners were... Still.

He'd sit at the table and read coroner reports.

We finally started to play games

where he'd give me a mutilation technique,

and I'd guess the serial killer.

And when you brought boys home?

I'd play them his tapes...

Of women being tortured.

If they didn't run, we'd make out in his office.

Well, you could have gone either way.

When you went to Quantico, was that to please him?

He didn't notice.

Not until I dropped out.

He told me he knew all along that I couldn't cut it, you know.

That I was in over my head.

So you moved to New York. Yeah.

He never came to visit, did he?

No. Not unless there was a seminar.

When this year's came up, I was ready.

He doesn't care about me.

All he cares about is his reputation...

About Sebastian.

So you brought Sebastian back.

I knew that if he thought it was Sebastian,

we'd have something to talk about.

The first girl, there were hesitation marks.

Were there?

Oh, it happened so fast.

But it got his attention.

But then, you were on the case.

He totally lost interest in me.

So, that's when I decided to kill Eames and frame him.

Jo... Hmm?

It's time, then.

Tell my dad. Everything.

He'll come to my cell now.

He'll talk to me, and he'll listen,

for as long as it takes. He'll be there.