Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 13 - Devil Girl - full transcript
The team searches for a serial killer who is targeting men who solicit prostitutes. Also, Colby and Nikki deal with the aftermath of a car crash when they have an accident during the investigation.
("23" by Blonde Redhead playing)
♪ 23 seconds ♪
♪ All things ♪
♪ We love will die ♪
Hey, there.
♪ 23 magic ♪
♪ If you ♪
♪ Can change your life ♪
♪ Your tainted heart ♪
♪ Your tainted heart ♪
♪ My tainted love ♪
♪ My tainted love ♪
♪ Repent now ♪
You look pretty tonight.
All for you.
(both chuckle)
♪ As long as you live ♪
♪ How many times ♪
♪ Will the world go round? ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
(giggles)
♪ He was a friend of mine ♪
♪ Son of God ♪
♪ He was son of God ♪
(door closes)
♪ He was son of God. ♪
(man grunting, clattering)
(music fades)
CHARLIE: Should I be
worried about a cloning expert
feeding my fish... spice?
Yep. I've laced their food
with carotenoid-rich paprika.
The genetically prone ones are
going to become a brilliant red.
If the poor things don't
die of indigestion first.
Well, vermillion pigmentation
is not really an evolutionary
advantage in carp.
But the bold color is
going to attract the ladies.
Hey, guys. Come on back in.
Halftime's almost over.
Ugh, football.
Survival of the witless.
Yeah. Substitution for war.
- Yeah.
- (motorcycle approaching)
It's a good way to spend
a Sunday afternoon.
Is that Donnie?
- Hey, Don.
- Hey, hey!
What's the score?
It's all tied up. Come on.
(chuckles): Hey!
A Moto Guzzi Griso 1100.
Not too shabby.
Thanks.
I mean, it's no Harley, but...
- You have a motorcycle?
- I do. I do.
I got a 1969 FLH Electra Glide.
- Yeah?
- You know, it sounds like
- your air filter's clogged.
- Yeah, I know.
- I got to take it in.
- Ah!
Don't do that. What's the use
in owning a bike
if you can't tinker?
- Hold on. What are you doing?
- Let's head inside.
- Halftime's over.
- Give me a sec, give me a sec.
You know what you're doing?
- Yes! I'm in a riding club.
- (cell phone ringing)
I mean, it's mostly
monster Harleys,
but we got a few
Italian jobs like this.
Yeah, I mean, don't mess it up.
Charlie, keep an eye on him.
- Yep, yep, yep.
- Eppes.
He should really invest in
some Moto Guzzi wrenches.
Motorcycle riding club?
Yep.
In what other scenario
can you wear leather
chaps in public?
Uh, rodeo.
- Hey, I got to go.
- Rodeo?
Thing at the Wilshire
Westside Towers.
- Another one?
- Yeah.
All right, well, uh...
should I ride with you?
Why don't you just
relax, and I'll call you
if there's anything, all right?
- That's cool.
- Tell Dad, though.
(engine revving)
Another what? What happened?
Oh, um, somebody's
been killing men
who, uh, sleep with prostitutes.
Really?
(indistinct radio transmissions)
Victim number five.
Edward Zurlanski.
Strangled, just
like all the others.
No sign of forced entry.
We clear?
So, the couple slept
in here last night.
I mean, right on top
of the poor sucker.
Yeah, complained
about the smell.
Hotel cleaned the room twice
before they found him.
He's been dead for how long?
Roughly 36 hours.
He never actually checked
out. The room was empty
and his car was no
longer at the valet,
so the hotel just
charged his credit card.
Yeah. Wallet's missing,
just like in the other cases.
The hotel says
Zurlanski's from Chicago.
Uh, rental car
hasn't been returned.
Burn on his right palm,
same as the others.
Yeah, and the same
women's underwear.
All right, what do we know
about his Friday night?
We're getting the
security camera footage,
but witnesses put him
with a known call girl
in the bar at about 10:00.
- So, the pattern holds.
- Yep.
Guy takes a hooker up to
his room on Friday night,
ends up dead, hidden in a bed,
discovered a few days later.
Which gives the killer
some nice lead time.
All right, let's get the
coroner on it right away.
Body's our best bet for DNA.
Right, seeing as how
everything in the room
has been wiped clean.
Yeah. Let's find that call girl.
Since his car's a rental, I
can go activate the GPS.
This could be our break.
Last four murders,
we didn't find the
body until Monday
and the car was already ditched.
I'm thinking the killer does
his dirty work on the weekends
because he's got a regular job.
Since it's still Sunday,
- maybe he feels safe.
- So we got a few hours
before he fades
back into everyday life.
WOMAN: My brother is in there.
MAN: No, I can't let you in.
I have a right to
see him. You have...
Can I help you?
Yeah. That's my brother.
Edward Zurlanski.
That's my brother.
I don't want him left
alone with strangers.
Okay, I understand.
His remains must be respected.
We are gonna get him out
of here as soon as we can.
Do you know why he's in L.A.?
He came for my mother's
birthday Friday night.
What time did he leave?
Around 10:00.
(crying): Edward...
he was a good son
and a good brother.
My-my kids' favorite uncle.
Okay. All right.
I'm sorry, but I
have to ask you.
Did your brother use
prostitutes on a regular basis?
Eddie was single.
Because he paid for sex doesn't
make him less a human being.
(cell phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Nikki.
S.O.G. was able to
vector in on the car's GPS
heading towards Alta Canyon.
Colby and I are on the way.
("23" by Blonde Redhead playing)
(tires screeching)
I got him.
S.O.G., we have
the target in sight.
MAN (on phone):
Roger. Verify plates.
California... David,
Frank, seven...
(tires screeching)
Suspect is fleeing
on Alta Canyon.
Where the hell does
he think he's going?
- Stay with him.
- (siren wailing)
(horn blaring)
(tires screeching)
Nikki!
Nikki.
(grunting)
♪ 23 magic ♪
♪ If you change
the name of love ♪
All right. All right.
That's it.
♪ My crazy love... ♪
Hey, doesn't anybody
work around here?!
(sighs)
WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Jackson to Cardiology.
Dr. Jackson...
(knocking on door)
- It's about time.
- Uh, Nikki.
- (sighs)
- Hi.
Hey, Alan.
Sorry. I thought you
were one of the nurses
that's been M.I.A. all morning.
Yeah. They're
probably afraid of you.
Did you tell them you got a gun?
No, I told them no pain
meds. I'm going back to work.
Well, not-not yet.
Yeah, as soon as I can get
someone to come sign my papers.
What's the big rush?
We were within striking distance
of a serial killer last night.
And I want him.
I'm not going to be sidelined
by some bruised ribs.
Ah, Nikki, you were
in a serious accident.
Car wrecks, they can
mess with your mind
long-term, that is, if
you don't deal with it.
I know. I totaled a car once.
Hey, Colby was in it,
too. He's back at work.
No, Alan. Thank you, okay?
I appreciate the concern,
I really do, but I'm okay.
Yeah, well, at least,
uh, take a look at this.
It's about how
people are affected
by trauma from
high-speed impacts.
Hey, give those flowers
to the nurse outside
and have her sign me out.
Which escort service do
you work for, Siouxsie?
Usually Luxe.
But Friday night, I was
freelancing with Eddie.
He's an old client, and we just
hook up whenever he's in town.
It was just for, like, an hour.
And what happened after you
hooked up with Mr. Zurlanski?
I waited in the bar
for him to show up,
and... and then we
went to his room.
And that was it.
When I left, Eddie
was a happy guy.
And he said that he would call
me the next time he was in town.
And after that?
I had another date.
Through Luxe.
I was at a party on
the Strip by midnight.
There was cameras and a
lot of people; you can check.
Did you ever have a date with
any of these guys?
No.
Anything?
Well, she doesn't seem to
recognize the previous victims.
What did she say?
Said she had sex with
Zurlanski, and then left.
Like the prostitutes
in the other cases.
It's a different
girl every time;
they always have an alibi.
It's not likely he would
have that many partners.
So maybe he tracks his victims
through the escort service.
But this girl was freelancing.
Maybe he stalks
them at the hotel.
David, ask her if she
noticed anybody following her.
Did you see anyone
watching you at the hotel?
Lots of guys watch me.
You know what I'm talking about.
Was anyone hanging
around, anyone following you?
There was a lot of
guys at that hotel,
and I made sure
that they all saw me.
You are involved in
a serial murder case.
We are gonna be
crawling all over your life
for a very long time,
affecting your net income.
Focus your mind and participate.
Now, did anyone see
you enter that room
with Zurlanski?
A guy dropped his keys.
He was in the elevator with us,
and...
He got off on the same
floor, and I heard them drop.
I remember thinking that
that was weird because
the hotel rooms use
these, like, card keys.
Good. What did he look like?
Uh, white, maybe.
Not too tall.
Darkish hair, maybe. I
don't know. Maybe he was
wearing a cap. I didn't
really clock him much.
Why not?
Because he had on
these cheap shoes.
These, like, cheap
brown loafers.
And... I knew that he
could never afford me.
Okay.
Nondescript guy who's
basically invisible to women.
Sounds like every
other serial killer
in history besides Ted Bundy.
But he's not attacking
women, he's attacking men.
Right. And generally, the
prostitutes are the victims.
Yeah. What would a
profiler say about this guy?
He humiliates men that he hates
by dressing them up as women.
Doesn't molest the body,
so he feels emasculated.
Then he hides the crime
so that he can drive around
in a fancy car for
a couple days?
He essentially
becomes the guy he kills.
Maybe it's abandonment
from his father,
psychosexual abuse.
It's just gonna come down to
how he's choosing his victims.
I'll add the data from this
latest crime to my matrix,
but so far, all these guys have
in common is being with
prostitutes in nice hotels.
Yeah, we got five dead
guys, five crime scenes,
five stolen cars.
We don't know a
thing about the guy.
I'll let you know
what I come up with.
Hey, Charlie, that, uh,
security camera footage
from, uh, Friday night
that was recorded over...
Can you pull an image
off the hard drive?
Yeah, at least partially.
We've, uh, we've got a neural
network program that we used for
the Nathan Watts case.
Great. Thanks.
How you doing there?
I'm fine.
Can't say the same
for my car, but...
What about Nikki?
How's she doing?
She's being hardheaded.
She's leaving the hospital.
Says she's coming over here.
I mean, technically,
you guys should
really both take the day off.
It's not gonna happen, Don.
We almost had
this guy yesterday.
You sure you
didn't see him at all?
Nothing?
No.
LAPD recovered the
car off a freeway exit
about an hour
after we chased him.
All right, let's go back then.
What about the stores
that sell the underwear?
Got to be a thousand
lingerie shops in L.A.
What about that guy we
liked before, the social worker?
Oh, the one that had no alibi
for the second and
the third murders?
Jack Steves?
Here he is.
Says he runs an
organization called
Streetwise that provides
medical aid for hookers.
Well, let's see what he
was doing Friday night.
I'm a suspect again?
Come on. You
cleared me last time.
No, we never cleared
you, Mr. Steves.
We put you on hold.
- Where were you Friday night?
- Where I am every Friday night,
helping people you ignore.
Wait. No, no, it's not...
Right, scare off the needy.
Sex workers have no
rights at all in this country.
So, what, you dish
out your vigilante justice
by killing the johns?
You don't intimidate me, man.
I fight with pimps every day.
Where were you Friday night?
Doing my job; letting,
uh, hookers know
they have advocates in
case they get in a pinch.
I worked the hotels
until about 2:00,
and then I hit the streets.
Okay, which hotels?
We have a schedule,
and I keep notes
because you like to prey on
me instead of the bad guys.
So if I pull the
surveillance tapes,
I'm gonna find you in the
places you were supposed to be?
I mean, I-I go
where the action is.
The schedule is a suggestion.
See, that doesn't
sound good, Jack.
Look, I get in there
with these people,
wherever they are,
wherever they need me.
They have no one else
looking out for them.
So you're a hero to them, huh?
Why is it, Jack?
Can't be the pay.
Prostitutes are like
rabbits dodging hawks.
I know, I used to be one.
I like this job better.
My schedule.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey, what are you doing here?
This is where I work.
We get the forensics
back on the body yet?
Don't be so macho, okay?
Go home.
Colby's working.
Colby didn't get
knocked unconscious.
Doc cleared me to work, so
unless you're gonna fire me,
I'm gonna go down
and talk to the coroner.
How did you get a
doctor to sign you out?
He didn't think
he could withstand
seven years of IRS audits.
Hey, Colby, can you go with her?
(sighs)
If you ask me how
I'm doing, I'll shoot you.
How you doing?
Take it easy.
I just got in a car accident.
Code's been written over, so
I'll get partial images at best.
And we're looking for the guy
who picked up his sports car
- around 9:00 in the morning.
- Once the media
gets rewritten, it goes out of
- chronological order.
- Yeah, I know. I just...
We need to avoid hopelessness.
It's not useful.
Are you feeling hopeless?
No.
Yeah. A little bit.
I mean, we're missing
something in the big pattern.
I sense it in the
periphery, I just can't see it.
Greetings, greetings, greetings.
- Hey.
- Ooh!
How cool. What
are we working on?
You know, I'm gonna
go work at the FBI office.
(laughs): I get it.
Top secret. I get it.
No, not really. Just, they have
more advanced equipment
over there, that's all.
- Oh, okay.
- I'll see you later.
See you over there.
- Bye, Laz.
- Bye.
She have any sisters?
(chuckles)
No. Sorry.
Oh, okay.
Hey, I need to get your
brother's phone number.
Yeah, I...
You want...?
May I ask what for?
Yeah.
The motorcycle club.
Your brother needs camaraderie.
And he needs some instruction
on caring for his crotch-rocket.
(chuckles): Uh...
my brother's never really
been into camaraderie.
Uh...
Really? Really?
Or you just don't want
to give me his number.
That's it? Yeah,
okay. All right, here.
Listen, I'll give you my card,
and you tell him that he
can call me anytime he wants.
Anytime.
Meaning when his
bike breaks down,
which is gonna happen.
Bikers are a brotherhood.
He's gonna come around, okay?
Okay.
What's all this stuff?
Geoprofiling.
Oh! Is this about
your serial killer?
Yeah.
I, uh, input the locations
of the murders...
Areas where victims'
cars were abandoned,
areas that the victims
frequented... all looking
for common details
to reveal a big pattern.
It's like trying to locate
a shark's resting area
based on its kill zone.
A shark, like a
serial killer, is stealthy
and prefers to ambush.
He has to find a
large enough region
to maintain the
element of surprise
for fatal first strikes
against his prey.
But he also needs to stay
within range of a refuge,
should he need
to retreat to safety.
Oh, I heard about those guys
from U-Miami tracking
those, uh, great whites
- off the coast of South Africa.
- Yes.
And they use geoprofiling.
So, after I input the
data, I get an output called
a jeopardy surface,
which is a three-dimensional
probability graphic
depicting the likeliest
areas of the offender's base.
God, that is awesome.
That's a really
big area, though.
Yeah.
I can confirm death
by strangulation,
but I couldn't lift fingerprints
from the marks off the neck,
only latex dust.
The killer wore gloves.
What about the
size of the hands?
Indicates a person
of normal build, maybe
five-seven to five-nine.
What else?
I recovered DNA from
the call girl, Siouxsie Dark.
Yeah, doesn't really
help us, though.
We don't think the
hookers were in on it.
Mr. Zurlanski had
sex before he died,
and there's no indication
of genital mutilation
or penetration after death.
And these marks?
Postmortem hits, before
the makeup was applied.
So the killer beat the corpse
and then put on the makeup?
Yeah, and like the other cases,
there's a burn mark
on his right palm...
Received before death.
That's not from a flame.
That's from some sort
of electrical charge, right?
Mm-hmm.
- You find anything new?
- Yes, I did.
A few epidermal cells
in one of the bloodless
wounds inflicted after death.
The killer's DNA?
Yeah. I couldn't find
a match in the system,
but at least now we
have a good sample.
My guess is she
skinned her knuckles
on the dead man's teeth.
Her knuckles?
You found female
DNA in his wounds?
Definitely a woman,
definitely not the call girl.
A female serial killer.
Okay, female serial killer.
It's a whole new slant.
Did we just assume it was a man?
I mean, what's our evidence?
- Strangle marks are inconclusive.
- Right.
And the brown leather shoes
in the elevator could be nothing.
Male serial killers
do it for a sexual thrill,
but violent women tend to kill
from some sense
of perverted justice.
Aileen Wuornos was
doing it to avenge her abuse
and to steal for a lover.
So, what's up with this chick?
She's mad at men who sleep
with expensive prostitutes?
But the hookers
are never harmed.
Ex-working girl with a grudge?
But how does she overpower
these guys and strangle them?
I mean, it's not like our
victims are small men.
Sarah Jo Pender, Myra Hindley,
Charlene Gallego, Gwen Graham...
They all had partners.
(typing)
Think this will work?
I don't know how
good it'll look, though.
- Hey, so, how we doing?
- Another minute.
You heard we're
looking for a woman now?
Yeah, and I suggest you
engage Professor Lazlo
in testing the female DNA.
He's like a genetics savant.
He's developed tests
far more sensitive than
anything that's generally available.
So he may be able
to give you guys
a more accurate description.
All right, I'll take
it over to him.
Hey, what do you
know about that, uh,
little motorcycle club
he was telling me about?
Listen, he's a friendly guy,
and, uh, I think he's got a
bromance thing developing
- for you.
- Oh, come on.
- That's so adorable.
- Yeah, all right. You just...
What are we doing? Let's go.
So, as you can see,
the recovered images
are highly degraded.
There's lots of digital
information that's been lost.
And so we're going
to apply a technique
called scaled
gradient projection.
It's like a partially filled
in crossword puzzle.
Even if you don't
have the clues,
there are some
things you can surmise
knowing what you do
about spelling and phrases.
Certain vowels will go together,
certain consonants will not.
You can assume, for
example, that the letters Z and G
will not be next to each
other... At least not in English.
So, you eliminate the
unlikely possibilities
and make educated conjectures
as to what would appear
in the adjacent squares.
And so we're going to
do that with this video.
We're hypothesizing
the most probable data
in the missing areas.
You're guessing.
Uh, yeah, more or less,
but it should make the
images more legible.
Okay, let's try it.
I worked on the
elevator footage first.
And I can do the
valet station next.
Freeze that.
Can you just blow it up for me?
Yeah.
That's not very helpful.
No, you're not gonna
see much of him.
He was avoiding the cameras.
But show them the next bit.
Okay. It's sometime later.
By the way, it's
impossible to tell the time.
The same guy gets off the
elevator, but with a woman.
It's a team, right?
Yeah, that's what
we were thinking.
Maybe a pissed off ex-hooker
and some cheap brown shoe guy
that she's got wrapped
around her finger.
The murders started
six months ago.
We should, uh, reinterview
the escort services,
see if any of the girls had
a meltdown around then.
Yeah, and get me
a few prints of these.
So, you've already
subpoenaed all my records.
I mean, what
more can I tell you?
You recognize her?
Oh, wow.
You're in trouble if
that's the best you got.
I mean, this could be me,
and I wouldn't recognize it.
- So, that's a no?
- That's a no, honey.
You're kind of
literal, aren't you?
You have anyone quit angry
within the last six
months to a year?
Yeah. Maybe had a bad experience
with one of the clients,
left the business?
Girls go off the radar all the
time for all kinds of reasons.
This would be someone
with a reason to be
angry with the johns.
Okay, look, I want to help you.
I mean, murdered clients
are bad for business.
But I don't know what I can do.
Nobody stands out.
Every girl has a
reason to be angry.
And most of them
leave within a year.
What about medical
records for HIV or STD tests?
No medical, no benefits.
Yeah, we're not regulated
like the porn industry
because we're not having sex.
We're escorts.
What about Siouxsie Dark...
The girl with the victim?
She have any rough rides
in the last few months?
She no longer works here.
She was freelancing.
She's out.
Yeah, but that's not
what we asked you.
Look, they all get slapped
around once in a while.
It's part of the job.
Excuse me.
Hey!
Hail, fellow! Well met!
Say what?
Oh, just kidding.
It's Shakespeare.
- Do you have the DNA sample?
- Yeah, I got it here.
But I got to walk it over
'cause it's evidence.
- Oh. Roger that.
- Yeah.
This way.
Hey, you know what
they say about bikers.
I know they call
ones without a helmet
an organ donor. Why,
you got any new ones?
Yeah. That 56% of bikers
have sex with a stranger
within three months
of getting their wheels.
- It's a fact.
- Get out of here.
No, query the club
members. You should join us.
It is a rockin' good time!
All right, I'll think about it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
COLBY: When did you open
the apartment?
About an hour ago.
The neighbors
started complaining
about the smell yesterday.
I knocked and I waited,
but this is not
my first barbecue.
I knew what was up.
What's his name?
Chas March.
He's a likeable guy.
Wanted to be in the movies.
Meantime, he's a...
he's a bartender.
Guess you don't have to
hide him between the mattress
if he lives alone, huh?
Looks like he's got that
same burn mark on the hand.
Where does he tend bar?
I don't know.
Uh, some fancy hotel.
All right, does he own a car?
In the parking spot.
The rules are changing then.
Unless this is a copycat.
We haven't
publicized the details.
- Not a copycat.
- It's only been
three days since the last one.
They're escalating.
Chas March, 33.
He's a bartender at
the Hollywoodland Hotel.
It's a hot spot for
high-end hookers
and on Charlie's geoprofile.
We interviewed the bar patrons.
Turns out, this Chas guy
was looking for a freebie
from one of the girls.
He called it a tax.
When she wouldn't comply,
he insulted her and
then kicked her out.
- So they didn't close the deal?
- No.
End of his shift, he
went home alone.
Woke up dead,
dressed for a party.
Burn mark on his right hand
and body beaten after
death, just like the others.
They didn't hide the
body, 'cause he lives alone.
So now the killer couple's
going after people who
just insult prostitutes.
- The trigger's more sensitive.
- Yeah, it's not even
the weekend yet, so
things are moving faster.
In the beginning,
Aileen Wuornos... she killed
because she felt threatened.
Then she got a taste for it.
You're thinking maybe
they're getting into it, like
they're doing something right?
Yeah, defending the
honor of the prostitutes.
Sounds like that Jack Steves
guy, the, uh, social worker.
Yeah, let's get
his picture around,
see what shakes out.
The underwear is
a discontinued style
from a place on
Hollywood Boulevard.
Seven months ago, someone
came in, paid cash for
a dozen matching sets.
There have only been
six murders so far.
These people aren't done yet.
What happened seven months ago?
Hollywoodland
Hotel was on my map.
Could have saved a man's
life if I had been more precise.
It indicates you're
on the right track.
I guess.
Okay, okay, I got something.
X-linked coagulation disorder.
- From the DNA?
- Yep.
Great.
She's got an intron
22 inversion mutation
in the factor VIII gene.
- She's a carrier of hemophilia.
- Okay.
That's something.
Damn skippy.
We just reduced
the entire suspect list
of all the ladies in Los
Angeles to one in 2,480.
That is pretty good.
All right, anything more?
You know,
- anything phenotypical?
- Sure.
Single nucleotide
polymorphisms indicate hazel eyes,
dark hair, pale complexion.
- All right.
- And she's got a B-positive
blood type with an admixture
of 25% Indo-Eurasian and 75%
Sub-Saharan.
- Great.
- And she's also, like,
between five-six and five-nine.
She's a tall brunette
with hazel eyes.
Yeah. May I?
You have access
to the FBI database
on this computer, right?
(laughs): Oh, how cool is that?
We've checked.
The blood doesn't
match any in the system.
No, I'm thinking a fuzzy search.
Oh, that sounds cuddly.
If the killer's a carrier
for hemophilia...
you know, that runs in families.
Amita's searching
for partial matches
with variables of hemophilia,
blood type, eye and hair color.
Oh, I see.
So, maybe somebody in
her family's in the database.
17 partial matches.
Select for mid-city Los Angeles.
Okay.
Three matches.
All right, what are the charges?
Juvenile male, graffiti;
65-year-old male,
armed robbery; and
29-year-old
female, prostitution.
Door number three.
Jenny Bailey.
Deceased.
Prostitute murdered at
the Beverly Fairfax last year.
Crime unsolved.
Melanie Bailey... her sister,
Jenny, was killed last summer
at the Beverly Fairfax Hotel
while working as an escort.
She bled to death
after a beating.
She's a hemophiliac.
Dead hooker.
No one cared but her sister.
Both girls grew up
together in foster care.
They lived with each
other until Jennifer's death.
- You got an address?
- Yeah, and an APB
out on Melanie's car.
Nikki, maybe you
want to hang back.
(sighs)
Let's go.
(pounding on door)
FBI! We got a warrant.
Living room's clear.
Hey, Colby.
What is it with serial killers?
You got half the
FBI looking for you,
and you're working on
an elementary school
show-and-tell project?
Look at this.
- Edward Zurlanski.
- (cell phone ringing)
Chas March.
They're all here.
Granger.
Okay. Meet you there.
Bailey's car is in the parking
lot of the San Gabriel Hotel.
You check the bar.
I got the manager.
Yeah, um, I'll get a water.
Oh, big night, huh?
- Yeah. Just get the water.
- Bottled or tap?
Flat or fizzy?
I'll have tap.
You got it.
I'm waiting for someone.
You're under arrest.
Oh.
I see.
You want to come with me?
Sure.
(handcuffs clicking)
Where's your partner?
I don't know what you mean.
We know there's a guy
who's working with you.
- Where is he?
- Working with me where?
You know what,
take her to the office.
Hey, you guys, let's
lock this place down.
All right, I'll check
with the manager
for rooms rented to solo guys.
All right.
How exciting.
FBI.
- Open the door, sir.
- FBI. Open up, please.
FBI.
We know about your
sister... Jenny Bailey.
Really?
You solve her murder yet?
I can understand how
that would bother you.
MELANIE: There's only one reason
you're talking about Jenny.
Well, you've been
avenging her death.
Now you have our attention.
So, let's work this out.
FBI. Open the door.
Open up.
It's the FBI.
FBI.
DAVID: Where is he?
Who?
We have the both of you
on surveillance tape, Melanie.
Come on. Mel.
Is he your boss, Mel?
Does he tell you what to do?
Oh, maybe he's your lover.
(knocking, indistinct
radio chatter)
Fourth floor's clear.
Nothing. We
checked all the rooms.
So, where the hell is he?
Maybe they haven't
gotten started yet.
Or he's doing his dirty
work off-site, like the last guy.
You know what, check all
the surveillance cameras.
We have DNA evidence.
It's over.
Mmm, no.
It's not over.
It's happening right now.
There's Bailey.
Who did she talk to?
She sat there alone all night
slow drinking rum and cokes.
Wait, wait, back that up.
Yeah, right there.
That is Jack Steves,
the social worker.
Yeah, he comes in
every once in a while
to hassle the pros.
Did he follow anyone out?
Not that I noticed.
Was he talking to Bailey?
I don't think so.
(camera shutter clicks)
It's unraveling, Mel.
It unraveled seven months ago.
I'm playing the
hand I was dealt.
So, where's Jack Steves now?
Oh, is that his name?
Where is he?
Getting what he deserves.
BARTENDER: Yeah,
Jack's kind of a downer.
He chats up the working
girls about medical care
and HIV testing.
But tonight he was trying
to get them to go home.
Oh, crap.
Kept warning them about murders.
Steves isn't her
partner, he's a target.
A guy followed him out of
the bar, checked with her
- before he left.
- Where does he live?
- West L.A.
- All right, guys, get on that.
How come you race like
crazy to save perverts,
but no one came to
the aide of my sister?
Why is that?
DAVID: We have a
chance to catch LAPD
if we go lights and
siren and at full speed.
All right, why don't you drive.
Should only be allowed
to total one car per case.
All right, let's see what
kind of damage I can do.
(siren wailing)
NIKKI: You're done.
Because somebody
looked at me in a bar?
He make you do it, Mel?
Is he the mastermind?
You're just doing
what he tells you?
DON: Look, here's
the way it works.
You talk now, you get a deal.
- (knocking)
- STEVES: Yeah, who is it?
(electricity crackles)
You know California is a
death penalty state, right?
His name is Rusty Dieben.
Jenny and I met
him in foster care.
He's a psycho from way back.
So, why is he avenging
your sister's death?
Rusty just likes to hurt people.
(grunting)
- You used him?
- Yeah.
If Rusty's the boss,
that makes you
the girlfriend of a
two-bit thrill killer.
But if you're the leader...
You go down in history as
one of the most successful
female serial killers ever.
And you did it
all for your sister.
Jenny's never forgotten.
(yelling and grunting)
Steves was scaring the girls,
telling them we were dangerous.
We're protecting them.
How's that?
You think a john's
gonna hurt a hooker
if he knows we're watching?
Anybody disrespects
a working girl,
we tase them, strangle them,
beat the crap out of them,
then we dress those macho
bastards up in the cartoon trash
they want the girls to wear.
This was your idea?
(grunting)
- FBI!
- FBI!
- Get off him!
- Get up!
Back up!
(grunting)
Up!
Easy!
What is your problem?!
What did I do to you?!
We're the guardians, not you!
(grunts)
Take it easy.
All right, get a statement.
We were both treated like
garbage our whole lives.
Somehow Jenny never got bitter.
Jenny bled to death because
the deviant who beat
her up also stole her purse
with her hemophilia meds in it.
And nobody cared.
Nobody.
Cops wouldn't even talk to me.
My little sister was just
another dead hooker.
Well, not anymore.
DAVID: So, what's up with you?
You're not gonna drive anymore?
Of course I am.
Just need a little time to pass.
Okay.
You know, when I was
walking out to the car,
I had a flash of the accident,
and I just don't want that
getting in the way
of my instincts.
Want to get a beer?
Uh, not tonight, boys, thanks.
Hey, good job though, huh?
Good night.
What are you still doing here?
I'm just curious
about something.
Yeah, what's that?
Who killed Jenny Bailey.
Let me know if you
find anything, huh?
("Tomorrow Still Comes"
by Will Dailey playing)
Yep, I told you it
was the hemophilia.
Yes, Laz, you were
very helpful on the case.
Oh, well, anytime.
I enjoy practical applications.
I know what you mean.
Listen, I'm, uh, I'm
just heading out.
Hey, uh, about
the, uh, motorcycle
riding club and your brother...
Hmm, yeah, I don't think
that's gonna happen, Laz.
(groans)
It would totally
up our street cred.
We have got scientists,
dentists, pharmacists,
two accountants, one
guy from the humanities,
but we don't have anybody
that, you know, has taken a bullet.
You know, he was also stabbed.
Zounds, that is impressive!
You don't think
there's any way that
he would, you know, join us?
Uh, Don's not really a joiner.
But, uh,
I suppose anything's possible.
(motorcycle engine revving)
♪ I'll take the high road ♪
♪ The one you pave
with patience and love ♪
♪ Let my pages
turn with the tide ♪
♪ I have made you my crutch ♪
♪ Yeah, I owe you too
much, I can only clean up ♪
♪ And get out the
gallows from my mind ♪
♪ And if I kick tomorrow,
would you stick with me? ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ I know I'm not as straight
as I would like to be ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ And though it's hard enough ♪
♪ As it is ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes. ♪
(gunshot)
♪ 23 seconds ♪
♪ All things ♪
♪ We love will die ♪
Hey, there.
♪ 23 magic ♪
♪ If you ♪
♪ Can change your life ♪
♪ Your tainted heart ♪
♪ Your tainted heart ♪
♪ My tainted love ♪
♪ My tainted love ♪
♪ Repent now ♪
You look pretty tonight.
All for you.
(both chuckle)
♪ As long as you live ♪
♪ How many times ♪
♪ Will the world go round? ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
(giggles)
♪ He was a friend of mine ♪
♪ Son of God ♪
♪ He was son of God ♪
(door closes)
♪ He was son of God. ♪
(man grunting, clattering)
(music fades)
CHARLIE: Should I be
worried about a cloning expert
feeding my fish... spice?
Yep. I've laced their food
with carotenoid-rich paprika.
The genetically prone ones are
going to become a brilliant red.
If the poor things don't
die of indigestion first.
Well, vermillion pigmentation
is not really an evolutionary
advantage in carp.
But the bold color is
going to attract the ladies.
Hey, guys. Come on back in.
Halftime's almost over.
Ugh, football.
Survival of the witless.
Yeah. Substitution for war.
- Yeah.
- (motorcycle approaching)
It's a good way to spend
a Sunday afternoon.
Is that Donnie?
- Hey, Don.
- Hey, hey!
What's the score?
It's all tied up. Come on.
(chuckles): Hey!
A Moto Guzzi Griso 1100.
Not too shabby.
Thanks.
I mean, it's no Harley, but...
- You have a motorcycle?
- I do. I do.
I got a 1969 FLH Electra Glide.
- Yeah?
- You know, it sounds like
- your air filter's clogged.
- Yeah, I know.
- I got to take it in.
- Ah!
Don't do that. What's the use
in owning a bike
if you can't tinker?
- Hold on. What are you doing?
- Let's head inside.
- Halftime's over.
- Give me a sec, give me a sec.
You know what you're doing?
- Yes! I'm in a riding club.
- (cell phone ringing)
I mean, it's mostly
monster Harleys,
but we got a few
Italian jobs like this.
Yeah, I mean, don't mess it up.
Charlie, keep an eye on him.
- Yep, yep, yep.
- Eppes.
He should really invest in
some Moto Guzzi wrenches.
Motorcycle riding club?
Yep.
In what other scenario
can you wear leather
chaps in public?
Uh, rodeo.
- Hey, I got to go.
- Rodeo?
Thing at the Wilshire
Westside Towers.
- Another one?
- Yeah.
All right, well, uh...
should I ride with you?
Why don't you just
relax, and I'll call you
if there's anything, all right?
- That's cool.
- Tell Dad, though.
(engine revving)
Another what? What happened?
Oh, um, somebody's
been killing men
who, uh, sleep with prostitutes.
Really?
(indistinct radio transmissions)
Victim number five.
Edward Zurlanski.
Strangled, just
like all the others.
No sign of forced entry.
We clear?
So, the couple slept
in here last night.
I mean, right on top
of the poor sucker.
Yeah, complained
about the smell.
Hotel cleaned the room twice
before they found him.
He's been dead for how long?
Roughly 36 hours.
He never actually checked
out. The room was empty
and his car was no
longer at the valet,
so the hotel just
charged his credit card.
Yeah. Wallet's missing,
just like in the other cases.
The hotel says
Zurlanski's from Chicago.
Uh, rental car
hasn't been returned.
Burn on his right palm,
same as the others.
Yeah, and the same
women's underwear.
All right, what do we know
about his Friday night?
We're getting the
security camera footage,
but witnesses put him
with a known call girl
in the bar at about 10:00.
- So, the pattern holds.
- Yep.
Guy takes a hooker up to
his room on Friday night,
ends up dead, hidden in a bed,
discovered a few days later.
Which gives the killer
some nice lead time.
All right, let's get the
coroner on it right away.
Body's our best bet for DNA.
Right, seeing as how
everything in the room
has been wiped clean.
Yeah. Let's find that call girl.
Since his car's a rental, I
can go activate the GPS.
This could be our break.
Last four murders,
we didn't find the
body until Monday
and the car was already ditched.
I'm thinking the killer does
his dirty work on the weekends
because he's got a regular job.
Since it's still Sunday,
- maybe he feels safe.
- So we got a few hours
before he fades
back into everyday life.
WOMAN: My brother is in there.
MAN: No, I can't let you in.
I have a right to
see him. You have...
Can I help you?
Yeah. That's my brother.
Edward Zurlanski.
That's my brother.
I don't want him left
alone with strangers.
Okay, I understand.
His remains must be respected.
We are gonna get him out
of here as soon as we can.
Do you know why he's in L.A.?
He came for my mother's
birthday Friday night.
What time did he leave?
Around 10:00.
(crying): Edward...
he was a good son
and a good brother.
My-my kids' favorite uncle.
Okay. All right.
I'm sorry, but I
have to ask you.
Did your brother use
prostitutes on a regular basis?
Eddie was single.
Because he paid for sex doesn't
make him less a human being.
(cell phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Nikki.
S.O.G. was able to
vector in on the car's GPS
heading towards Alta Canyon.
Colby and I are on the way.
("23" by Blonde Redhead playing)
(tires screeching)
I got him.
S.O.G., we have
the target in sight.
MAN (on phone):
Roger. Verify plates.
California... David,
Frank, seven...
(tires screeching)
Suspect is fleeing
on Alta Canyon.
Where the hell does
he think he's going?
- Stay with him.
- (siren wailing)
(horn blaring)
(tires screeching)
Nikki!
Nikki.
(grunting)
♪ 23 magic ♪
♪ If you change
the name of love ♪
All right. All right.
That's it.
♪ My crazy love... ♪
Hey, doesn't anybody
work around here?!
(sighs)
WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Jackson to Cardiology.
Dr. Jackson...
(knocking on door)
- It's about time.
- Uh, Nikki.
- (sighs)
- Hi.
Hey, Alan.
Sorry. I thought you
were one of the nurses
that's been M.I.A. all morning.
Yeah. They're
probably afraid of you.
Did you tell them you got a gun?
No, I told them no pain
meds. I'm going back to work.
Well, not-not yet.
Yeah, as soon as I can get
someone to come sign my papers.
What's the big rush?
We were within striking distance
of a serial killer last night.
And I want him.
I'm not going to be sidelined
by some bruised ribs.
Ah, Nikki, you were
in a serious accident.
Car wrecks, they can
mess with your mind
long-term, that is, if
you don't deal with it.
I know. I totaled a car once.
Hey, Colby was in it,
too. He's back at work.
No, Alan. Thank you, okay?
I appreciate the concern,
I really do, but I'm okay.
Yeah, well, at least,
uh, take a look at this.
It's about how
people are affected
by trauma from
high-speed impacts.
Hey, give those flowers
to the nurse outside
and have her sign me out.
Which escort service do
you work for, Siouxsie?
Usually Luxe.
But Friday night, I was
freelancing with Eddie.
He's an old client, and we just
hook up whenever he's in town.
It was just for, like, an hour.
And what happened after you
hooked up with Mr. Zurlanski?
I waited in the bar
for him to show up,
and... and then we
went to his room.
And that was it.
When I left, Eddie
was a happy guy.
And he said that he would call
me the next time he was in town.
And after that?
I had another date.
Through Luxe.
I was at a party on
the Strip by midnight.
There was cameras and a
lot of people; you can check.
Did you ever have a date with
any of these guys?
No.
Anything?
Well, she doesn't seem to
recognize the previous victims.
What did she say?
Said she had sex with
Zurlanski, and then left.
Like the prostitutes
in the other cases.
It's a different
girl every time;
they always have an alibi.
It's not likely he would
have that many partners.
So maybe he tracks his victims
through the escort service.
But this girl was freelancing.
Maybe he stalks
them at the hotel.
David, ask her if she
noticed anybody following her.
Did you see anyone
watching you at the hotel?
Lots of guys watch me.
You know what I'm talking about.
Was anyone hanging
around, anyone following you?
There was a lot of
guys at that hotel,
and I made sure
that they all saw me.
You are involved in
a serial murder case.
We are gonna be
crawling all over your life
for a very long time,
affecting your net income.
Focus your mind and participate.
Now, did anyone see
you enter that room
with Zurlanski?
A guy dropped his keys.
He was in the elevator with us,
and...
He got off on the same
floor, and I heard them drop.
I remember thinking that
that was weird because
the hotel rooms use
these, like, card keys.
Good. What did he look like?
Uh, white, maybe.
Not too tall.
Darkish hair, maybe. I
don't know. Maybe he was
wearing a cap. I didn't
really clock him much.
Why not?
Because he had on
these cheap shoes.
These, like, cheap
brown loafers.
And... I knew that he
could never afford me.
Okay.
Nondescript guy who's
basically invisible to women.
Sounds like every
other serial killer
in history besides Ted Bundy.
But he's not attacking
women, he's attacking men.
Right. And generally, the
prostitutes are the victims.
Yeah. What would a
profiler say about this guy?
He humiliates men that he hates
by dressing them up as women.
Doesn't molest the body,
so he feels emasculated.
Then he hides the crime
so that he can drive around
in a fancy car for
a couple days?
He essentially
becomes the guy he kills.
Maybe it's abandonment
from his father,
psychosexual abuse.
It's just gonna come down to
how he's choosing his victims.
I'll add the data from this
latest crime to my matrix,
but so far, all these guys have
in common is being with
prostitutes in nice hotels.
Yeah, we got five dead
guys, five crime scenes,
five stolen cars.
We don't know a
thing about the guy.
I'll let you know
what I come up with.
Hey, Charlie, that, uh,
security camera footage
from, uh, Friday night
that was recorded over...
Can you pull an image
off the hard drive?
Yeah, at least partially.
We've, uh, we've got a neural
network program that we used for
the Nathan Watts case.
Great. Thanks.
How you doing there?
I'm fine.
Can't say the same
for my car, but...
What about Nikki?
How's she doing?
She's being hardheaded.
She's leaving the hospital.
Says she's coming over here.
I mean, technically,
you guys should
really both take the day off.
It's not gonna happen, Don.
We almost had
this guy yesterday.
You sure you
didn't see him at all?
Nothing?
No.
LAPD recovered the
car off a freeway exit
about an hour
after we chased him.
All right, let's go back then.
What about the stores
that sell the underwear?
Got to be a thousand
lingerie shops in L.A.
What about that guy we
liked before, the social worker?
Oh, the one that had no alibi
for the second and
the third murders?
Jack Steves?
Here he is.
Says he runs an
organization called
Streetwise that provides
medical aid for hookers.
Well, let's see what he
was doing Friday night.
I'm a suspect again?
Come on. You
cleared me last time.
No, we never cleared
you, Mr. Steves.
We put you on hold.
- Where were you Friday night?
- Where I am every Friday night,
helping people you ignore.
Wait. No, no, it's not...
Right, scare off the needy.
Sex workers have no
rights at all in this country.
So, what, you dish
out your vigilante justice
by killing the johns?
You don't intimidate me, man.
I fight with pimps every day.
Where were you Friday night?
Doing my job; letting,
uh, hookers know
they have advocates in
case they get in a pinch.
I worked the hotels
until about 2:00,
and then I hit the streets.
Okay, which hotels?
We have a schedule,
and I keep notes
because you like to prey on
me instead of the bad guys.
So if I pull the
surveillance tapes,
I'm gonna find you in the
places you were supposed to be?
I mean, I-I go
where the action is.
The schedule is a suggestion.
See, that doesn't
sound good, Jack.
Look, I get in there
with these people,
wherever they are,
wherever they need me.
They have no one else
looking out for them.
So you're a hero to them, huh?
Why is it, Jack?
Can't be the pay.
Prostitutes are like
rabbits dodging hawks.
I know, I used to be one.
I like this job better.
My schedule.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey, what are you doing here?
This is where I work.
We get the forensics
back on the body yet?
Don't be so macho, okay?
Go home.
Colby's working.
Colby didn't get
knocked unconscious.
Doc cleared me to work, so
unless you're gonna fire me,
I'm gonna go down
and talk to the coroner.
How did you get a
doctor to sign you out?
He didn't think
he could withstand
seven years of IRS audits.
Hey, Colby, can you go with her?
(sighs)
If you ask me how
I'm doing, I'll shoot you.
How you doing?
Take it easy.
I just got in a car accident.
Code's been written over, so
I'll get partial images at best.
And we're looking for the guy
who picked up his sports car
- around 9:00 in the morning.
- Once the media
gets rewritten, it goes out of
- chronological order.
- Yeah, I know. I just...
We need to avoid hopelessness.
It's not useful.
Are you feeling hopeless?
No.
Yeah. A little bit.
I mean, we're missing
something in the big pattern.
I sense it in the
periphery, I just can't see it.
Greetings, greetings, greetings.
- Hey.
- Ooh!
How cool. What
are we working on?
You know, I'm gonna
go work at the FBI office.
(laughs): I get it.
Top secret. I get it.
No, not really. Just, they have
more advanced equipment
over there, that's all.
- Oh, okay.
- I'll see you later.
See you over there.
- Bye, Laz.
- Bye.
She have any sisters?
(chuckles)
No. Sorry.
Oh, okay.
Hey, I need to get your
brother's phone number.
Yeah, I...
You want...?
May I ask what for?
Yeah.
The motorcycle club.
Your brother needs camaraderie.
And he needs some instruction
on caring for his crotch-rocket.
(chuckles): Uh...
my brother's never really
been into camaraderie.
Uh...
Really? Really?
Or you just don't want
to give me his number.
That's it? Yeah,
okay. All right, here.
Listen, I'll give you my card,
and you tell him that he
can call me anytime he wants.
Anytime.
Meaning when his
bike breaks down,
which is gonna happen.
Bikers are a brotherhood.
He's gonna come around, okay?
Okay.
What's all this stuff?
Geoprofiling.
Oh! Is this about
your serial killer?
Yeah.
I, uh, input the locations
of the murders...
Areas where victims'
cars were abandoned,
areas that the victims
frequented... all looking
for common details
to reveal a big pattern.
It's like trying to locate
a shark's resting area
based on its kill zone.
A shark, like a
serial killer, is stealthy
and prefers to ambush.
He has to find a
large enough region
to maintain the
element of surprise
for fatal first strikes
against his prey.
But he also needs to stay
within range of a refuge,
should he need
to retreat to safety.
Oh, I heard about those guys
from U-Miami tracking
those, uh, great whites
- off the coast of South Africa.
- Yes.
And they use geoprofiling.
So, after I input the
data, I get an output called
a jeopardy surface,
which is a three-dimensional
probability graphic
depicting the likeliest
areas of the offender's base.
God, that is awesome.
That's a really
big area, though.
Yeah.
I can confirm death
by strangulation,
but I couldn't lift fingerprints
from the marks off the neck,
only latex dust.
The killer wore gloves.
What about the
size of the hands?
Indicates a person
of normal build, maybe
five-seven to five-nine.
What else?
I recovered DNA from
the call girl, Siouxsie Dark.
Yeah, doesn't really
help us, though.
We don't think the
hookers were in on it.
Mr. Zurlanski had
sex before he died,
and there's no indication
of genital mutilation
or penetration after death.
And these marks?
Postmortem hits, before
the makeup was applied.
So the killer beat the corpse
and then put on the makeup?
Yeah, and like the other cases,
there's a burn mark
on his right palm...
Received before death.
That's not from a flame.
That's from some sort
of electrical charge, right?
Mm-hmm.
- You find anything new?
- Yes, I did.
A few epidermal cells
in one of the bloodless
wounds inflicted after death.
The killer's DNA?
Yeah. I couldn't find
a match in the system,
but at least now we
have a good sample.
My guess is she
skinned her knuckles
on the dead man's teeth.
Her knuckles?
You found female
DNA in his wounds?
Definitely a woman,
definitely not the call girl.
A female serial killer.
Okay, female serial killer.
It's a whole new slant.
Did we just assume it was a man?
I mean, what's our evidence?
- Strangle marks are inconclusive.
- Right.
And the brown leather shoes
in the elevator could be nothing.
Male serial killers
do it for a sexual thrill,
but violent women tend to kill
from some sense
of perverted justice.
Aileen Wuornos was
doing it to avenge her abuse
and to steal for a lover.
So, what's up with this chick?
She's mad at men who sleep
with expensive prostitutes?
But the hookers
are never harmed.
Ex-working girl with a grudge?
But how does she overpower
these guys and strangle them?
I mean, it's not like our
victims are small men.
Sarah Jo Pender, Myra Hindley,
Charlene Gallego, Gwen Graham...
They all had partners.
(typing)
Think this will work?
I don't know how
good it'll look, though.
- Hey, so, how we doing?
- Another minute.
You heard we're
looking for a woman now?
Yeah, and I suggest you
engage Professor Lazlo
in testing the female DNA.
He's like a genetics savant.
He's developed tests
far more sensitive than
anything that's generally available.
So he may be able
to give you guys
a more accurate description.
All right, I'll take
it over to him.
Hey, what do you
know about that, uh,
little motorcycle club
he was telling me about?
Listen, he's a friendly guy,
and, uh, I think he's got a
bromance thing developing
- for you.
- Oh, come on.
- That's so adorable.
- Yeah, all right. You just...
What are we doing? Let's go.
So, as you can see,
the recovered images
are highly degraded.
There's lots of digital
information that's been lost.
And so we're going
to apply a technique
called scaled
gradient projection.
It's like a partially filled
in crossword puzzle.
Even if you don't
have the clues,
there are some
things you can surmise
knowing what you do
about spelling and phrases.
Certain vowels will go together,
certain consonants will not.
You can assume, for
example, that the letters Z and G
will not be next to each
other... At least not in English.
So, you eliminate the
unlikely possibilities
and make educated conjectures
as to what would appear
in the adjacent squares.
And so we're going to
do that with this video.
We're hypothesizing
the most probable data
in the missing areas.
You're guessing.
Uh, yeah, more or less,
but it should make the
images more legible.
Okay, let's try it.
I worked on the
elevator footage first.
And I can do the
valet station next.
Freeze that.
Can you just blow it up for me?
Yeah.
That's not very helpful.
No, you're not gonna
see much of him.
He was avoiding the cameras.
But show them the next bit.
Okay. It's sometime later.
By the way, it's
impossible to tell the time.
The same guy gets off the
elevator, but with a woman.
It's a team, right?
Yeah, that's what
we were thinking.
Maybe a pissed off ex-hooker
and some cheap brown shoe guy
that she's got wrapped
around her finger.
The murders started
six months ago.
We should, uh, reinterview
the escort services,
see if any of the girls had
a meltdown around then.
Yeah, and get me
a few prints of these.
So, you've already
subpoenaed all my records.
I mean, what
more can I tell you?
You recognize her?
Oh, wow.
You're in trouble if
that's the best you got.
I mean, this could be me,
and I wouldn't recognize it.
- So, that's a no?
- That's a no, honey.
You're kind of
literal, aren't you?
You have anyone quit angry
within the last six
months to a year?
Yeah. Maybe had a bad experience
with one of the clients,
left the business?
Girls go off the radar all the
time for all kinds of reasons.
This would be someone
with a reason to be
angry with the johns.
Okay, look, I want to help you.
I mean, murdered clients
are bad for business.
But I don't know what I can do.
Nobody stands out.
Every girl has a
reason to be angry.
And most of them
leave within a year.
What about medical
records for HIV or STD tests?
No medical, no benefits.
Yeah, we're not regulated
like the porn industry
because we're not having sex.
We're escorts.
What about Siouxsie Dark...
The girl with the victim?
She have any rough rides
in the last few months?
She no longer works here.
She was freelancing.
She's out.
Yeah, but that's not
what we asked you.
Look, they all get slapped
around once in a while.
It's part of the job.
Excuse me.
Hey!
Hail, fellow! Well met!
Say what?
Oh, just kidding.
It's Shakespeare.
- Do you have the DNA sample?
- Yeah, I got it here.
But I got to walk it over
'cause it's evidence.
- Oh. Roger that.
- Yeah.
This way.
Hey, you know what
they say about bikers.
I know they call
ones without a helmet
an organ donor. Why,
you got any new ones?
Yeah. That 56% of bikers
have sex with a stranger
within three months
of getting their wheels.
- It's a fact.
- Get out of here.
No, query the club
members. You should join us.
It is a rockin' good time!
All right, I'll think about it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
COLBY: When did you open
the apartment?
About an hour ago.
The neighbors
started complaining
about the smell yesterday.
I knocked and I waited,
but this is not
my first barbecue.
I knew what was up.
What's his name?
Chas March.
He's a likeable guy.
Wanted to be in the movies.
Meantime, he's a...
he's a bartender.
Guess you don't have to
hide him between the mattress
if he lives alone, huh?
Looks like he's got that
same burn mark on the hand.
Where does he tend bar?
I don't know.
Uh, some fancy hotel.
All right, does he own a car?
In the parking spot.
The rules are changing then.
Unless this is a copycat.
We haven't
publicized the details.
- Not a copycat.
- It's only been
three days since the last one.
They're escalating.
Chas March, 33.
He's a bartender at
the Hollywoodland Hotel.
It's a hot spot for
high-end hookers
and on Charlie's geoprofile.
We interviewed the bar patrons.
Turns out, this Chas guy
was looking for a freebie
from one of the girls.
He called it a tax.
When she wouldn't comply,
he insulted her and
then kicked her out.
- So they didn't close the deal?
- No.
End of his shift, he
went home alone.
Woke up dead,
dressed for a party.
Burn mark on his right hand
and body beaten after
death, just like the others.
They didn't hide the
body, 'cause he lives alone.
So now the killer couple's
going after people who
just insult prostitutes.
- The trigger's more sensitive.
- Yeah, it's not even
the weekend yet, so
things are moving faster.
In the beginning,
Aileen Wuornos... she killed
because she felt threatened.
Then she got a taste for it.
You're thinking maybe
they're getting into it, like
they're doing something right?
Yeah, defending the
honor of the prostitutes.
Sounds like that Jack Steves
guy, the, uh, social worker.
Yeah, let's get
his picture around,
see what shakes out.
The underwear is
a discontinued style
from a place on
Hollywood Boulevard.
Seven months ago, someone
came in, paid cash for
a dozen matching sets.
There have only been
six murders so far.
These people aren't done yet.
What happened seven months ago?
Hollywoodland
Hotel was on my map.
Could have saved a man's
life if I had been more precise.
It indicates you're
on the right track.
I guess.
Okay, okay, I got something.
X-linked coagulation disorder.
- From the DNA?
- Yep.
Great.
She's got an intron
22 inversion mutation
in the factor VIII gene.
- She's a carrier of hemophilia.
- Okay.
That's something.
Damn skippy.
We just reduced
the entire suspect list
of all the ladies in Los
Angeles to one in 2,480.
That is pretty good.
All right, anything more?
You know,
- anything phenotypical?
- Sure.
Single nucleotide
polymorphisms indicate hazel eyes,
dark hair, pale complexion.
- All right.
- And she's got a B-positive
blood type with an admixture
of 25% Indo-Eurasian and 75%
Sub-Saharan.
- Great.
- And she's also, like,
between five-six and five-nine.
She's a tall brunette
with hazel eyes.
Yeah. May I?
You have access
to the FBI database
on this computer, right?
(laughs): Oh, how cool is that?
We've checked.
The blood doesn't
match any in the system.
No, I'm thinking a fuzzy search.
Oh, that sounds cuddly.
If the killer's a carrier
for hemophilia...
you know, that runs in families.
Amita's searching
for partial matches
with variables of hemophilia,
blood type, eye and hair color.
Oh, I see.
So, maybe somebody in
her family's in the database.
17 partial matches.
Select for mid-city Los Angeles.
Okay.
Three matches.
All right, what are the charges?
Juvenile male, graffiti;
65-year-old male,
armed robbery; and
29-year-old
female, prostitution.
Door number three.
Jenny Bailey.
Deceased.
Prostitute murdered at
the Beverly Fairfax last year.
Crime unsolved.
Melanie Bailey... her sister,
Jenny, was killed last summer
at the Beverly Fairfax Hotel
while working as an escort.
She bled to death
after a beating.
She's a hemophiliac.
Dead hooker.
No one cared but her sister.
Both girls grew up
together in foster care.
They lived with each
other until Jennifer's death.
- You got an address?
- Yeah, and an APB
out on Melanie's car.
Nikki, maybe you
want to hang back.
(sighs)
Let's go.
(pounding on door)
FBI! We got a warrant.
Living room's clear.
Hey, Colby.
What is it with serial killers?
You got half the
FBI looking for you,
and you're working on
an elementary school
show-and-tell project?
Look at this.
- Edward Zurlanski.
- (cell phone ringing)
Chas March.
They're all here.
Granger.
Okay. Meet you there.
Bailey's car is in the parking
lot of the San Gabriel Hotel.
You check the bar.
I got the manager.
Yeah, um, I'll get a water.
Oh, big night, huh?
- Yeah. Just get the water.
- Bottled or tap?
Flat or fizzy?
I'll have tap.
You got it.
I'm waiting for someone.
You're under arrest.
Oh.
I see.
You want to come with me?
Sure.
(handcuffs clicking)
Where's your partner?
I don't know what you mean.
We know there's a guy
who's working with you.
- Where is he?
- Working with me where?
You know what,
take her to the office.
Hey, you guys, let's
lock this place down.
All right, I'll check
with the manager
for rooms rented to solo guys.
All right.
How exciting.
FBI.
- Open the door, sir.
- FBI. Open up, please.
FBI.
We know about your
sister... Jenny Bailey.
Really?
You solve her murder yet?
I can understand how
that would bother you.
MELANIE: There's only one reason
you're talking about Jenny.
Well, you've been
avenging her death.
Now you have our attention.
So, let's work this out.
FBI. Open the door.
Open up.
It's the FBI.
FBI.
DAVID: Where is he?
Who?
We have the both of you
on surveillance tape, Melanie.
Come on. Mel.
Is he your boss, Mel?
Does he tell you what to do?
Oh, maybe he's your lover.
(knocking, indistinct
radio chatter)
Fourth floor's clear.
Nothing. We
checked all the rooms.
So, where the hell is he?
Maybe they haven't
gotten started yet.
Or he's doing his dirty
work off-site, like the last guy.
You know what, check all
the surveillance cameras.
We have DNA evidence.
It's over.
Mmm, no.
It's not over.
It's happening right now.
There's Bailey.
Who did she talk to?
She sat there alone all night
slow drinking rum and cokes.
Wait, wait, back that up.
Yeah, right there.
That is Jack Steves,
the social worker.
Yeah, he comes in
every once in a while
to hassle the pros.
Did he follow anyone out?
Not that I noticed.
Was he talking to Bailey?
I don't think so.
(camera shutter clicks)
It's unraveling, Mel.
It unraveled seven months ago.
I'm playing the
hand I was dealt.
So, where's Jack Steves now?
Oh, is that his name?
Where is he?
Getting what he deserves.
BARTENDER: Yeah,
Jack's kind of a downer.
He chats up the working
girls about medical care
and HIV testing.
But tonight he was trying
to get them to go home.
Oh, crap.
Kept warning them about murders.
Steves isn't her
partner, he's a target.
A guy followed him out of
the bar, checked with her
- before he left.
- Where does he live?
- West L.A.
- All right, guys, get on that.
How come you race like
crazy to save perverts,
but no one came to
the aide of my sister?
Why is that?
DAVID: We have a
chance to catch LAPD
if we go lights and
siren and at full speed.
All right, why don't you drive.
Should only be allowed
to total one car per case.
All right, let's see what
kind of damage I can do.
(siren wailing)
NIKKI: You're done.
Because somebody
looked at me in a bar?
He make you do it, Mel?
Is he the mastermind?
You're just doing
what he tells you?
DON: Look, here's
the way it works.
You talk now, you get a deal.
- (knocking)
- STEVES: Yeah, who is it?
(electricity crackles)
You know California is a
death penalty state, right?
His name is Rusty Dieben.
Jenny and I met
him in foster care.
He's a psycho from way back.
So, why is he avenging
your sister's death?
Rusty just likes to hurt people.
(grunting)
- You used him?
- Yeah.
If Rusty's the boss,
that makes you
the girlfriend of a
two-bit thrill killer.
But if you're the leader...
You go down in history as
one of the most successful
female serial killers ever.
And you did it
all for your sister.
Jenny's never forgotten.
(yelling and grunting)
Steves was scaring the girls,
telling them we were dangerous.
We're protecting them.
How's that?
You think a john's
gonna hurt a hooker
if he knows we're watching?
Anybody disrespects
a working girl,
we tase them, strangle them,
beat the crap out of them,
then we dress those macho
bastards up in the cartoon trash
they want the girls to wear.
This was your idea?
(grunting)
- FBI!
- FBI!
- Get off him!
- Get up!
Back up!
(grunting)
Up!
Easy!
What is your problem?!
What did I do to you?!
We're the guardians, not you!
(grunts)
Take it easy.
All right, get a statement.
We were both treated like
garbage our whole lives.
Somehow Jenny never got bitter.
Jenny bled to death because
the deviant who beat
her up also stole her purse
with her hemophilia meds in it.
And nobody cared.
Nobody.
Cops wouldn't even talk to me.
My little sister was just
another dead hooker.
Well, not anymore.
DAVID: So, what's up with you?
You're not gonna drive anymore?
Of course I am.
Just need a little time to pass.
Okay.
You know, when I was
walking out to the car,
I had a flash of the accident,
and I just don't want that
getting in the way
of my instincts.
Want to get a beer?
Uh, not tonight, boys, thanks.
Hey, good job though, huh?
Good night.
What are you still doing here?
I'm just curious
about something.
Yeah, what's that?
Who killed Jenny Bailey.
Let me know if you
find anything, huh?
("Tomorrow Still Comes"
by Will Dailey playing)
Yep, I told you it
was the hemophilia.
Yes, Laz, you were
very helpful on the case.
Oh, well, anytime.
I enjoy practical applications.
I know what you mean.
Listen, I'm, uh, I'm
just heading out.
Hey, uh, about
the, uh, motorcycle
riding club and your brother...
Hmm, yeah, I don't think
that's gonna happen, Laz.
(groans)
It would totally
up our street cred.
We have got scientists,
dentists, pharmacists,
two accountants, one
guy from the humanities,
but we don't have anybody
that, you know, has taken a bullet.
You know, he was also stabbed.
Zounds, that is impressive!
You don't think
there's any way that
he would, you know, join us?
Uh, Don's not really a joiner.
But, uh,
I suppose anything's possible.
(motorcycle engine revving)
♪ I'll take the high road ♪
♪ The one you pave
with patience and love ♪
♪ Let my pages
turn with the tide ♪
♪ I have made you my crutch ♪
♪ Yeah, I owe you too
much, I can only clean up ♪
♪ And get out the
gallows from my mind ♪
♪ And if I kick tomorrow,
would you stick with me? ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ I know I'm not as straight
as I would like to be ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ And though it's hard enough ♪
♪ As it is ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes ♪
♪ Tomorrow still comes. ♪
(gunshot)